#you have to make a cross out of coke for this to work btw
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Season 3 finale! Episode 8!
1.) “We don’t know it’s your kids.” “Yes, we do.” We really do, Murray. They’re the only kids who do shit in this town.
2.) Jonathan could have been a track star.
3.) They really did not CGI that wound well. I forgot Jonathan reaches into the wound at all though. I just remember El using her powers to rip it out.
4.) And the gang’s all together again!
5.) I love Erica.
6.) I loved the group hug.
7.) STEVE’S HER DADDY NOW. Cute that you think you’d be the one being called Daddy, Steve. You’re a total bottom. Edit from the future: this isn’t me saying only tips are daddies or even only dons are daddies. I just don’t think Steve is a daddy because of vibes.
8.) “Oh honey, I’m gonna be fine.” It’s true. People will riot if Winona Ryder’s character dies, so I think she has plot armor.
9.) Oh, they finally remembered how Hopper actually talks to El.
10.) Here comes douchebag Billy.
11.) This elevator is definitely going slower with the adults in it.
12.) Andddd we’re back to bickering.
13.) Scoooooops Trooooop, do you copy?
14.) Move! That! Car! Oh well, didn’t work.
15.) Murray’s call sign being Bald Eagle is very funny.
16.) El dug through the trash to destroy a can of New Coke. They love to advertise Coke. I mean also they needed a way to say her powers are being on the fritz but they could have done that with the car.
17.) Mind Flayer dead above.
18.) That bitch big.
19.) “I think we make a pretty good team.” Never once did you act like a team, what the fuck are you talking about? And like, it pisses me off because they FUCKING DID WORK TOGETHER WELL IN SEASONS 1 AND 2 WITHOUT BICKERING THIS GODDAMN MUCH.
20.) I forgot these two idiots set up a date for Friday at 7 p.m. at Enzo’s.
21.) A;LDKSFJ;ADKSFLJ I FORGOT THAT THE FUCKING MIND FLAYER CREATURE ANSWERED THE WALKIE TALKIE. THAT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY.
22.) Fun Fact, I had to take a break during this episode because I think I discovered that flashing lights while watching tv in the dark is now a migraine trigger for me. Isn’t that fun? I took a pill and let my friends blow weed smoke in my face because I am whatever’s a step lower than a lightweight. I’m a baby weight? THat doesn’t make sense. I’m a lighter weight. I’m the lightest weight.
23.) The bald eagle has landed.
24.) Machine go off. Alarm go eeeeeeeeee. Monster go grrrrrrrr.
25.) Smiling and nodding works.
25.) 662608004 is not the code.
27.) Nancy WHeeler staring down a car with a gun in her hands, ice in her veins, and my total admiration for her. HELL YEAH STEVE TO THE RESCUE.
28.) Steve definitely has a concussion and both of them (him and Robin) have whiplash.
29.) Susie has a big ass house. Do we talk about how Susie has a big ass house? She’s also reading Wizard of Earthsea. I don’t actually believe the Duffer Brothers have read that book. I think they just put that in there because they know it’s a nerd book written by women.
30.) Susie is so goddamn cute.
31.) the Iconic Singing from Dustin
32.) I am shocked that Hopper doesn’t interrupt to be like WE NEED TO NOT DIE FROM RUSSIANS, PLEASE.
33.) I forgot that the monster is chasing the few people in the car before turning around.
34.) Hopper shooting the ceiling does cross language boundaries.
35.) Oh it’s Arnold from Wish. I hate that bitch.
36.) Do you think it was awkward filming a scene where you’re being carried over Dacre’s shoulder and if you open your eyes, you’re staring straight at his ass?
37.) “Don’t be afraid.” I don’t think that worked, Billy.
38.) Hell yeah fireworks. Yeah definitely don’t watch this show if you have a light sensitivity. BTW, I’m super mad that I have migraine triggers now. Like thanks Covid. Thanks for ruining big lighting things that I used to love.
39.) I think the Duffers rely too much on a plan never going the way it’s supposed to. Like they do it every single season and at this point it’s like, expected. It is straight up no longer a surprise. I’m now just constantly looking for how it’s going to fuck up.
40.) Mike and Max definitely have concussions.
41.) This is a sweet scene but I just realized she’s describing this scene like she’s trying to get a sketch artist to draw it at first. Like I get it, he got a shit fucking deal. I STILL DO NOT FORGIVE HIM FOR WANTING TO KILL LUCAS. No one made him do that! No one made him nearly kill Steve! Like yes he did a good thing at the end and I think MAYBE with some work people (probably not Lucas or Steve) could have learned to forgive him and maybe he could have earned forgiveness, but dying doesn’t actually earn that. Not even dying to protect El and Max.
42.) I do feel bad for Max though.
43.) Why doesn’t Hopper even try to move? Also I just realized they did that fade to black to hide him being taken away at the last minute because you don’t see him on the walkway before the explosion.
44.) I love how that mega powerful explosion that disintegrates Russians can’t touch glass though so Joyce is fine. I’m telling you, that woman has plot armor.
45.) Max is so sad. Honestly I am shocked she’s that sad, that fast. Not that it’s wrong for her to react that way, but IDK. I think I just want more representation of that first initial sock of like ‘I don’t know what I feel. This person sucked’.
46.) I forgot the fucking soldiers show up as soon as everything is already completed. Say what you will about the commies, but they were prompt all season.
47.) Owens showed up to have a disappointed dad face at a red crack int he wall.
48.) Will is getting so tall. I love him and Joyce reuniting. But also poor poor El. For a rare time they actually manage to convey information through acting and not words.
49.) THREE MONTHS LATER. I love that the deaths has Barb and Bob BUT NOT BENNY OR THE MORE THAN HALF DOZEN OTHER PEOPLE WHO FUCKING DIED IN SEASON 1. The show literally forgets who all died.
50.) Steve put his mom down as a reference because she’s ‘like super well-respected’.
51.) Steve isn’t an idiot, he’s just dyslexic and is bad at answering on the spot. But he definitely has seen all 3 Star Wars movies without being forced. It wasn’t actually nerdy to see Star Wars in the 1980s, guys. They were blockbuster hits that everyone and their mother watched.
52.) Byers are leaving Hawkins. Joyce has a terrible history with dating.
53.) I love Max and Lucas singing together.
54.) Okay Mike and Will are gay for each other.
55.) I didn’t expect Jonathan’s carpet to be that clean.
56.) Nancy Wheeler is the big spoon.
57.) “A wise man said, we’ve got shared trauma.” And I say Nancy’s a comphet lesbian
58.) El’s hair is so cute.
59.) everyone likes presents
60.) “Mike, I love you too.” Wait she says that and according to fanfiction he never says I love you back? What a dumbass. I guess I’ll find out though.
61.) Why are they acting like Hopper needed to be coached to write this letter? It’s super similar to what he said off the cuff to the radio in season 2.
62.) Millie Bobby Brown is very good at being pretty while crying.
Okay so season 3 is a mixed bag at breakneck pace. Hopper’s characterization is inconsistent as hell. I don’t care about Mike/El, tbh. I also think the Duffers don’t understand most media, let alone feminist literature enough to make a cogent point about anything. By this time the Russian angle was already super played out and being set in the 80s doesn’t make it better, honestly.
Anyway, it’s once again a mediocre season elevated by a good cast but I love Steve and Robin being friends. It has good moments and if they’d had a better script it could have been great. But that would require smart men. Smart men who don’t do a circle jerk because they remember 80s movie references.
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CRUSH AT FIRST SIGHT {1}
SEVENTEEN
Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN)/Reader
Genre : fluff , friends , crush
Summary:
Y/N never thought she would find love after her dark past. she usually avoids guys especially strangers and she doesn't even have any friends and then one day she crossed paths with a stranger who made her fall in love at first sight. she tried to hide her little crush from him as she knew he would leave soon. but her fate had a different story.
[DAY 1]
Everything is messed up once again. The past from which I have been running started to chase me again. And now I don’t have any idea where to run and how fast to run. So I decided to give up.
I woke up as usual and got ready to go to college. This is my final year and very soon I have to face the cruel world.
I left my house, I moved out from my parents’ house to a studio apartment near my uni. I left home and went to the coffee shop to grab my regular coffe, I have forgotten how breakfast feel like. Anyways I reached college and it was pretty crowded.
Oh snap! I forgot it was the fest and it is the most annoying time of the year. So many freaking people. I don’t have classes this semester, all I have to do is work on my project and then find a place for my internship. Others from my class mostly spend their time in doing other stuffs but a loner like me comes to library every day. Well about that internship I totally forgot. I have to search a place as soon as possible.
I was walking slowly sipping my coffee and checking my phone and then thud!! My coffee spilled. I looked up and saw a tall guy with kind eyes. I was kind of staring at him and didn’t listen what he was saying when he tapped my shoulders and I came back to reality.
“You here with me?”, he spoke lowering his height and gazing at my eyes.
His voice has a different kind of tenderness.
“We-well yeah and sorry” , I replied hastily breaking the eye contact.
“It’s okay it was my mistake,” he ruffled his hair and spoke, “I was running without seeing”. And then he smiled. I never found someone’s smile this attractive.
I focused and replied, “ it’s okay though , not an issue”.
“But your shirt is spilled with coffee, are you from this uni ?”, he asked.
“Yeah I am but I think I never saw you here and regarding my shirt I will go back to my place and change”, I looked down. My shirt was pretty messed up and I need to rush or else the stain won’t remove.
“You guessed it right, I am not from this uni I came here for the fest. By the way if you will go back to your place to change it might be pretty late and the stain won’t get out. It will be better if you change here I have some spare tees since I am living here in the dorms currently.”, he raised his eyes in confusion.
This is a good idea but going with a strange guy and borrowing his clothes is kind of creepy but again I have only this one white shirt. I was confused in my thoughts when he broke the silence by clearing his throat, “Well I don’t want to sound creepy but your shirt is kind of visible now”.
I looked down and dang. I can’t walk like this to my dorm. I brought my bag to my front and I looked at him he was fumbling on the ground. This won’t hurt much though I will borrow his tee and will wash it and return it tomorrow.
“Okay that would be nice of you and I promise I will return your shirt tomorrow”, I spoke as politely as I can.
He smiled again. And said, “Thank god I thought I am a creep for some time, then let’s walk”.
He led the way, I was behind him and I realized he is pretty tall and I literally feel tiny in front of him.
He was talking continuously and I was listening. I am not much of a talker, actually I was but no more.
He turned back , “don’t you talk much I feel weird now being this talkative or are you bored ?”, he stopped and bent and tilted his head. Damn he is cute. I tried not to blush.
“I don’t talk much”, I managed to say this much.
“well no issues then I will make you talk like me in these three days don’t worry btw don’t ghost me okay we are friends after all”, he said and laughed.
What friend? So suddenly! This guy is unpredictable.
“ Oh Gosh! I am super clumsy, I forgot to ask you your name,” he face-palmed himself and then continued, “ I am Mingyu and I am in my final year in business management majors.”
“ I am y/n. and I am also in final year in history”. I said
“ it means we are the same age and I don’t need to be formal with you then y/n”, he said as we reached his room. We went inside and it was a basic room but it was super clean. I was looking around and then he handed a shirt of his.
“ I am going outside you change here and don’t worry I won’t leave”, he said and went out.
Usually I am super uncomfortable around guys after what happened with my first boyfriend but this guy feels kind of safe. I shook those memories away. And changed, his shirt was literally so big I felt like I drowned inside it. And from those full sleeves I couldn’t even figure out my own hands.
I opened the door and felt silly in these clothes. He was leaning on the door so when I opened he kind of fell into me but we stumbled and managed to not fall on the ground. And the moment I realized his arms are holding me, I jumped out suddenly. He backed off too and then he looked at me and laughed. I knew it I must be looking funny right now.
“you are so tiny and cute”, he said and pinched my cheeks.
I flinched. “ What ?” I looked up to see his face.
“ You look cute in these”, he took the sleeve of my shirt well basically his. I blushed and replied, “ let’s go.”
“ Ahh right my friends might be wondering where I am they would probably kill me”, he locked his door and stared walking.
We walked in silence for a bit and then he spoke again, “ btw do you have plans now ?”
“ well no, I will just go to my room”, I replied.
“what you won’t come to the fest why ?”, he looked at me with his puppy eyes. What is this guy doing, playing with my heart.
“I feel kind of uncomfortable in these crowds”, I replied hesitantly.
“ No don’t leave, please go with me and trust me you won’t be uncomfortable at all”, he assured me.
“ But I never went on a fest like this and my outfit is kind of weird too”, I said raising my hands to show him.
“ Who said it’s weird , it’s super cute. Don’t give petty excuses, you are going with me now and trust me you won’t regret this”, he said and dragged me by the sleeves. And I got dragged away with him as if hypnotized.
I kept denying and giving excuses but to my vain. Finally we reached where his friends were. And a guy holding a can of coke approached us aggressively, “ Yah Mingyu-ah where were you do you know how long we were waiting for you”. He then notices me and said, “and where do you find this cute looking person and why is she wearing your shirt. Wait is she your girlfriend”. He came and took Mingyu by his neck and then Mingyu responded, “ she is my friend, hyung and I spilled coffee in her shirt and that’s why she is wearing my tee.” By then that other guy was kind of strangling him and spoke again, “you clumsy brat you again created a problem”. Mingyu tried rescuing himself and then he finally got off.
I was laughing to these incidents and didn’t even realize I did. Since how long haven’t I laughed like that, I was surprised at my own laughter.
After this that guy came and introduce himself as Cheol and then 11 other guys came and introduced themselves. I made friends with Wonwoo and DK pretty fast than the others and was sitting with them and Mingyu of course who didn’t left my side since the starting. Everyone here is so fun. DK, Hoshi , Seungkwan were the most chaotic along with Dino and Jeonghan. Joshua was a kind guy who offered me drinks and made small talks and he talked very elegantly. Jun is probably the funniest here and Woozi and Minghao are exactly like me.
I never thought that I would be comfortable with any one guy let 13 guys. But somehow these people are good especially the person who brought me here. Mingyu not only left my side but helped me with the food and also accompanied me when I had to go to play something or watch anything and he made me feel really safe with him.
It was getting late so I got off to leave when Dino spoke, “ noona you are going to come tomorrow too right?” before I can say anything Hoshi replied , “of course she is coming maknae-yah”, he smiled and handed me my bags and a cotton candy.
I took the cotton candy and my bag and spoke,” yeah I will come again guys and thank you for having me I honestly had fun today”. I wore my scarf and was getting ready when wonwoo spoke off, “ Yah Mingyu it’s late it will be better if you will drop her at her room”.
“No , no need I can manage”, I spoke hastily I didn’t want him to accompany me. He already wasted his day for me. Then Mingyu spoke up,” of course hyung I will go there’s no chance I am going to let her go alone”. he turned to me and before I can deny he hold my sleeve and pulled me, “ let’s go y/n”.
I said bye to everyone and started walking with him. I never knew I would find this stranger so comforting and safe.
#kpop fanfic#kpop edits#kpopidol#kimmingyu#mingyu#Svt#svt mingyu#kim mingyu#best freinds#fluff#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#svt fluff#seventeen ff
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Guilt
I’m trying to write something different, and it ended up becoming more of a vent fic, but heres the first chapter. I’m hoping to write more, but I might not continue it depending on the response it gets.
Feedback is very much appreciated! if anyone wants to talk, my ask box is open.
Btw, it will be reddie in future chapters.
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Richie quietly enters his dorm. He carefully shuts the door and walks to his bed, but he can’t see straight. He tumbles face-first to the floor, and Stan’s phone flashlight is shining on him in an instant.
“Richie?” he asks frantically.
Richie sits up, but the pounding in his head prevents him from saying anything. He rubs at it, but the pain doesn’t subside.
“Richie,” Stan says again, but this time more urgently. He stumbles out of his own bed and kneels beside Richie on the ground. He takes his hand away from his face. “Really, Richie?”
Richie moans. He knows Stans mad. He can feel the angry seeping out of his touch, even though he’s being gentle. He can hear the hurt tone in his voice, and Richie knows he fucked up.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbles trying to turn away from Stan.
“You promised to be back by nine? Don’t tell me you fucking forgot. We both know its a lie,” Stan tells him harshly.
“Gonna go to bed,” Richie slurs, wobbly pushing himself off the ground. He falls back onto his bed without stripping off his jeans and stained t-shirt. He doesn’t need to look up to know that Stan’s still glaring at him.
“How am I supposed to be able to trust you, Richie?” he asks. He doesn’t sound angry. He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.
Richie looks up to see Stan furiously wiping at his face. Stan doesn’t cry. He yells and he whines, but tears are never evident. Richie wants to get up and hug him, but he thinks he might puke if he tried to stand. Stan looks like he’d punch Richie if he even tried to touch him, but he can’t think of anything to say. Instead, he leans back and bites his lip to keep it from quivering.
Richie can hear Stan climbing back into his own bed and pulling the covers up. He lays on his side facing Stan, but Stan is turned away from him.
Richie knows he fucked up, he doesn’t need Stan to point it out. Stan told him he needed to be home by nine, and Richie said he would. When eight-thirty rolled around, he realized Stan wasn’t his mother and he doesn’t have a curfew anymore. A few drinks later, Richie realized he probably should have gone home. Lying in bed now, Richie knows he definitely should’ve gone home.
He falls asleep quickly despite his mood. He just wants to sleep the alcohol off.
When he wakes up, he’s surprised to see Stans still there. He's sitting on his bed with his textbook and a spiral notebook in front of him.
Richie grabs blindly for his glasses and see’s the glass of water and Advil on his nightstand.
“Thanks,” he mumbles to Stan, letting him know he’s awake.
“Make sure to drink it all,” Stan says, going back to his work. Richie listens and pops the pill into his mouth before chugging the water.
“Stan,” he starts, but he can’t get any words out once Stan makes eye contact with him. He can see the hurt behind his deep blue eyes and it makes him want to curl up into himself and cry. He hates that he's the reason Stan looks like that.
“Are you hungry?” Stan asks, not waiting for Richie to finish what he was going to say. Richie nods and Stan hands him the bagel he brought back from the cafeteria that morning.
“Thanks,” Richie says and Stan nods. He settles back onto his bed in silence. They’re used to having a silence hang between them, but usually, it's a comfortable one. This one is heavy and awkward. Richie knows he needs to apologize or explain himself or something.
“I think I’m going to go to Bills,” Stan mumbles. Richie watches him as he gathers his things and heads to the dorm across the hall. Richie feels the pit in his stomach widening.
Richie doesn’t hate Bill, per se. He’s nothing but nice, but Richie can’t stand to see him around Stan. The two of them together make Richie’s eyes burn. He doesn’t know if its the way they laugh together or the way Bill smiles at Stan like he’s the only person in the room. Whatever it is, he can’t stand it.
Richie tries to go back to sleep to ease his raging headache. He thinks of things to say to Stan. He’s tired, but the image of Stan’s hurt face last night keeps him awake. He decides to pull out his own notebooks and finish some homework.
He pulls out his communications textbook and the creased notebook from the bottom of his bag. He searches through three different backpack pockets before he finds a pencil. Richie turns to the next clean sheet of paper, but he can’t focus on the words on the page, either. Instead, he starts writing down the things he wants to say to Stan.
He begins the list with:
I’m really really sorry.
Richie bounces his pencil off his chin, then crosses it out.
I hate it when I make you look like that. Hurt.
He starts the next line.
I hate when you’re with Bill, and I hate that I hate that.
I hate that I can’t talk to you like a normal person.
I hate that you’re still nice to me after I’m terrible to you, because I know I don’t deserve that.
Richie keeps the notebook open but closes his textbook. He’s still not in the mood to study. He looks closer at his paper, but he can’t write down in accurate words all the things he wants to say. He dumps the contents of his bag on the bed and shoves his notebook in it. He shoves his jacket in there as well and rushes out of the dorm, locking the door behind him.
He heads to Beverly’s building. Richie needed to vent or cry or both, and Beverly was the only person who could tolerate him when he was deep in his feels.
Richie doesn’t wait long at the door. Beverly rushes to open the door as soon as she hears the knock, and Richie catches the disappointed look on her face when she sees him, but he pretends he doesn’t notice it. Maybe she was just expecting someone else. She starts smiling brightly and lets Richie in.
“Hey, Richie, what's going on?” she asks after Richie’s settled on the deflated beanbag on the floor.
“Miss Marsh, what do you think of Denbrough?”
Beverly shrugs. “Bill’s my friend. He's nice and whatnot. We don’t talk a whole lot, but he’s sweet when we do. Why?”
Richie takes the notebook out of his bag and sets it in his lap. “I want to like him, but I can’t.”
“What's stopping you?” Beverly asks. She rummages in the mini-fridge for a coke and tosses one to Richie.
“He’s always in my room hanging out with Stan.”
“And why would that bother you?” she asks, taking a seat in the beanbag beside Richie’s.
Richie’s quiet for a minute. Beverly waits patiently. He debates saying something vague, but he needs to tell someone how he feels and Beverly just feels like the right person.
“I think it's because every time I talk to him, Stan gets this hurt, disappointed look in his eyes, but when Bill talks to him, he gets all happy and smiley.”
Beverly frowns. She takes Richie’s hand in her own and squeezes it tight. Richie can’t look her in the eye. He still feels the heavyweight in his chest and he wants to cry.
“Richie,” she says, calmly. Her voice is dripping with sympathy and Richie hates it. He doesn’t want sympathy. “It sounds like you have just had a crush.”
Richie’s hand goes limp in Beverly’s. He had never thought about having feelings for Stan before, but that's what he would think if anyone came to him with the same story. He thinks harder about all the time’s Stan has looked at him, or more accurately, looked down at him. Of all the things he feels around Stan, love was never one of them. He doesn’t like Stan like that, he’s sure of it.
“No, Beverly. I don’t think that’s it.”
Beverly nods. It's comforting that she doesn’t push the idea any farther. She believes him, and Richie realizes that that's a rare occurrence for him.
“Maybe you just don’t like that he’s happy around Bill,” she suggests.
Richie can tell his face gets all scrunched up because Beverly laughs and smooths out the crease of his eyebrows with her thumb.
“Why would that be?” he asks her.
“Because you want to be happy like that, but you’re not.”
Richie looks up at Bev’s loving face. She’s not looking at him like he’s inferior. Stan looks at him like that a lot. She’s looking at him like she cares.
“Miss Scarlet, I think you might’ve just hit the nail on the head,” he says in the most obnoxious British accent Beverly’s ever heard.
This discovery fills him with a new kind of guilt; guilt that doesn’t just fill his chest but sits on top of his shoulder and makes his head feel heavy and his legs feel numb. He can feel tears burning in his eyes and Beverly rests her hand on his cheek.
“Richie, it's okay. It’s okay, Rich,” she whispers. Beverly pulls Richie into her side on her own beanbag and lets him rest his head on her shoulder. He doesn’t try to stop the tears anymore and Beverly doesn’t shush him like a child. She lets him cry and rubs his back.
“How did you know?” he asks softly.
“Experience,” she says without missing a beat. Richie’s heart extends for her, his best friend.
Richie opens the notebook resting on his lab and shows it to Bev. He avoids her eyes. He doesn’t want to know if they look the same as Stan’s.
Instead, the arm wrapped around his shoulders pulls him in closer.
“I love you, Rich, you know that?” he asks.
“I love you too, Bev,” Richie tells her.
The guilt that's been piling up is starting to feel lighter. He feels better. Richie stays a little while longer before going back to his own building. On the walk, he tears the page out of his notebook and crumbles it up before shoving it in his coat pocket.
#reddie#stanley uris#bill denbrough#beverly marsh#richie tozier#it#the losers club#it fanfiction#asks#headcanons
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Look! It’s [ BLUE WANG ]. They have been living in [ SOUTH ] Kingsboro for [FOUR YEARS ]. They say the [ TWENTY ONE ] year old can be [IRRESPONSIBLE ] but also [ CHARMING ], but I just think [ SHE ] looks a lot like [ COURTNEY EATON ]. ( Lo, 22, est)
TW: death, drugs, addiction, mental illness, overdose
Bio:
Blue Kora Wang was supposed to have a good life. The ingredients were all there; Two nurturing parents, plenty of money, nice brownstone in North Kingsboro, a wonderful twin sister. But if there’s anything she’s learned in her 21 years, it’s that God loves a good joke.
Her childhood was nice enough. Looking back on it, those years were probably the best of her life. She doesn’t remember everything, but what she does recall most was the love that she felt from her family Nothing much was wrong back then. She always thought that she was lucky.
Her mother, Georgie, was a music professor and retired harpist. From the time they were 3 years old, she taught her girls how to play and master the harp, both of whom, to her delight, were complete naturals.
Her father, Tamati, was an engineer. He didn’t come from money like his wife did, and always felt the need to prove himself. Working for his money gave him a sense of pride, so he wasn’t home as much in the beginning. But he was a kind man, and had always been Blue’s favorite person.
Her sister, Kaia, was her best friend. Having a twin was like sharing one mind - or one soul. They never fought, they always shared, they had each other and it was always enough. Her life was good - great, even. Until it wasn’t.
One morning, while their mother drove them to school, the girls were stuck by a truck. Blue doesn’t remember much from the accident, only the feeling of holding her sister’s hand before it all went black. She woke up in the hospital with some 15 broken bones and the news that her sister hadn’t survived. She was 13.
The hospital sent her off with a list of opioids to take for her pain. It never really went away. The night terrors didn’t either.
She stayed home from school for about two months after the accident to let her body heal. Her parents never said it, but she know they found it hard to be there. They mourned for two weeks before they both went back to work full time. Blue never held it against them.
She tried to distract herself with the t.v., books, or sleep, but nothing made her feel quite as good as the drugs the doctors had prescribed. All that time alone she spent in bed high out of her mind. She didn’t realize that it was a problem. Or at least, that it would lead to one. But in the time it takes an average person to wean themselves off completely, she was doubling dosages.
When she recovered, finally, she was back in her classes. But everything felt off without the drugs. She was jittery, nervous, irritable, tired, and had even worse night terrors. But she found a dealer at school, and the rest was history.
By the time she was 16, her parents didn’t really recognize her. She was hanging with a crowd who were no good for her, cut her hair short and dyed it a streaky blonde, and lost her spark that had since been so bright. At this point, she had tried almost every drug at least once. But after a while, she graduated from experimenting to dependence, taking pills every day and doing coke frequently. She knew it was to bury a depression that she’d been running away from for years and nightmares of pain she didn’t want to relive, but she didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Her parents were scared that they’d lose her too - and soon at that.
The night before her 17th birthday her parents found her unconscious in her bedroom, the product of an accidental overdose. They sent her straight to a rehabilitation center for the summer in hopes that all of this would stop. And it did, for a little while.
In the period where she was clean (and bored out of her mind), she resumed school and even picked up the harp again. It felt good how natural it all came to her. Even she was surprised at how good she was. She poured all of her energy into it as a distraction, and with time even joined a local orchestra. Nothing big or fancy, but enough to get experience and clear her head. Her parents finally felt like they had their little girl back, and it felt good to be doing something that made them proud.
But this progress only lasted for about a year. The relapse hit hard, and she was in and out of programs for a little while. She missed rehearsals and concerts, and had to quit the orchestra.
Her parents divorced not long after. She’d blame God’s sense of humor, but she knows this one is her fault. They were never really the same after the OD. Her mother moved to Westchester to be closer to her parents, and her father moved to South Kingsboro where Blue followed. And that was that.
After graduating at 18 with fairly good grades, and with absolutely no prospects, she started working in diners to make money. Her parents bought her a small apartment in South Kingsboro as a gift, and keep their fingers crossed that she’ll do well by herself. So far so good, but she hasn’t been completely clean. Though, it comforts her to know that her father is only a short drive away if she needs him.
Things were fine for a few years, neither great nor awful, just - fine. She doesn’t hate it here, but she doesn’t love it. Mostly she’s bored, and with Blue, boredom is a dangerous thing.
On the night of her 20th birthday, after a few hours of drinking while out with some friends, someone offered her a pill (of what, she can’t quite remember). On the come up she got an idea that would not leave her. So, she rushed home, completed an entire application to Juilliard’s music program and fell asleep. In the morning she had forgotten the entire thing had happened.
She heard back from them a few months later, asking for an audition. She was shocked and almost didn’t go, but she did and they adored her. A few weeks later, she was accepted. Scared out of her mind, she chose to defer enrollment for the next school year. She still hasn’t told anyone about it.
She’s still working as a waitress. But she can’t help spending her tips on substances that she shouldn’t. She goes to NA meetings regardless of this though, as a promise to her father.
Personality:
She likes to be in the company of other people, and LOVES a good party, but isn’t the most open about her personal life or her problems. The less people know the better in her opinion, but she always gets a little loose lipped when the drugs kick in.
She’s very impulsive and doesn’t ever really think about the consequences of her actions until its too late and she’s in a mess.
She’s fairly friendly and very fun to be around most of the time. She’s got a flirty way about her (she's bi btw) and a wit that make it hard not to like her, but some of it is an act.
Blue can dance on the line of manipulative sometimes. You never really know if she’s smiling because she’s happy or because she wants a little favor.
She’s really self destructive, often intentionally acting against her own best interest even though she knows it’s wrong.
She’s really lonely and really wants the benefits of a lover or a close friend, she just isn’t comfortable with letting people know her on a deeper level.
Summary:
After an accident that killed her sister, Blue became addicted to drugs. After an accidental overdose, she was put in rehab and has been in programs off and on ever since. She’s a talented harpist, and was accepted to Juilliard after an impromptu application submission, but is too scared to go. She lives alone in South Kingsboro and is trying to sort her life out and not go spiraling. She private and doesn’t like to get too close to anyone, but is fun to be around even if she’s a little bit of a mess.
Come plot w me and we can work something out! Im litchrelly™ down for anything luvs like LITCHRELLY ™ anything. Exes on bad terms? Exes on good terms? Bad influences? Friends with benefits? Dealer/ buyer? An almost best friend that Blue constantly screws over because she doesn’t know how to be a good friend? Enemies? Does she know a secret about your char? Do you know a secret about her? Yum give it all and more
#this is kinda long lol#tw: death#tw: drugs#tw: mental illness#tw: addiction#tw: od mention#kingsboro.intro
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Another Year, Another Recap - “Have a Coke and a smile... :)”
So, we're getting to the end, people. We're about to finish off another year. Personally, this year has been immensely better than the last.
I didn't even want to stay up and do any celebrating at the end of 2018. I just wanted to go to bed and be done with that bleepin year.
This year has been a hell of a lot better. I hope that all of you can say something similar, but if not, there's always going to bed early, and putting your hope in the next year.
This past Christmas (and all Christmas', really) I spent time doing a lot of hating on Christmas music; it's a valued tradition of mine.
I am, however, always surprised to find a few songs each year that don't bother me all that much. This year, one of them was John Legend's "Baby, It's cold outside" ft Kelly Clarkson
- a rewritten, sans rapey vibe rendition to boot its 1940's something predecessor.
In this version (at least how I interpret it), both people wanted some action that night. John says all of the right stuff ("I'll call you a car", "maybe you SHOULD
go"), creating a safe environment, and most importantly, not coming off as sleazy and rapey. He's also protecting himself with this recording:)
But, let's be clear... he wants some, and he wants it bad!
While Kelly, also wants some, but doesn't want to come off as being a hoe. Nobody wants to be labeled a hoe. So, she says all of the right things as well
("My dad and brother are waiting for me", "I've gotta visit my sick grandma", "Gotta get home to the KIDS")
But, at the end of the night, they both make a decision to sing to one another "Baby, It's cold outside, so let's stay in and BLEEP."
That's how you do it! No guilt! No #METOO! No wife and kids around. All is well:)
Divorces are still rising, and more older people (as well as old as bleep people) are on dating apps than ever before. Consider this song a Christmas gift
from John & Kelly to you.
Sexiest man alive in 2019 btw
Congrats. Classic coming-up-out-of-the-water sexy.
There has been some good music in 2019. Good stuff happening. Also some sad and weird stuff happening in music - all things balance out, I suppose.
GOOD:
Lizzo
I am here for all things Lizzo.
SAD & WEIRD:
Maroon 5's Super Bowl performance. It wasn't even really M5's fault; they simply did what they always do. It was more a poor choice by the NFL.
A boring and awkward performance. There was a time when all anybody wanted was a shirtless Adam Levine- both women AND men. Even times when he wasn't performing,
he would show up places, some random person would announce to everyone "Don't worry, Adam WILL be taking off his shirt tonight." Talk about ME TOO.
It was so bad that the old, white, slaveowners of the NFL hired Jay-Z (one of the blackest icons we have) to come and save them. We'll see how that turns out.
GOOD & WEIRD:
Tyler, The Creator - "IGOR"
One of my fav projects of the year. Tyler, the Creator is an odd dude - I mean this as a compliment. I love how Hip-Hop has evolved. There's a lot more
room nowadays to be yourself, no matter how outsiders might deem your behavior as weird (sometimes, others NOT saying this as a compliment).
I love his creativity, and hope he continues to inspire other artists (especially in hip-hop) to be creative.
Heeeee also says stuff like this "I like girls, but I have sex with their brothers." But, also uses the word "gay" as an insult. Who knows??
There's a lot to unpack there.
SAD:
In other news, Camila Cabello might be a racist. Y'all can look it up if you'd like, but some posts of hers resurfaced. I'm a fan of hers, and checked out
the posts for myself, thinking "People are prob just overreacting" - they're not, it's bad. She has apologized, saying the whole "I'm older and wiser now"
thing. The prob with that is she's only 22.
GOOD & BAD, I GUESS:
ADELE
It's always good to see Adele out and about. These holiday pics show that's she's still alive (I get concerned, cuz she tends to disappear for a while) and
apparently a lot thinner. This of course stirs men to say men type things, women to go on the attack, and all genuine compliments towards her
to get lost. The good news is, Adele seems to be getting pretty chummy with Santa, and everyone knows that St. Nick is a heartbreaker. Adele should be spurned and back in the studio writing amazing tunes soon enough.
WEIRD:
Kanye
These pics say it all.
... that being said, I love his new music (which is how I stamp all of my conversations about Ye).
GOOD:
Billie Eilish!
Now (like many), one of my fav artists.
BAD:
She just turned 18, so of course, us men being ourselves again say things like "She's 18 now. You know what that means."
Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out what that means. Nothing says crossing-over into womanhood quite like being objectified.
Speaking of 2019 pervs - R.KELLY!
We can throw MJ and... what the hell, I'll just throw Spacey in there as well (his documentary is coming soon enough, I'm sure).
We were all enthralled by these two docuseries.
It's interesting how different races respond to MJ. Both see him as... you know, but most black people are still listening to his music. White people
on the other hand are ready to riot every time someone plays one of his songs... except around Halloween - gotta have "Thriller".
We love depressing television.
There was "Chernobyl" as well as "When they see us"
Movies too -
"Joker"
I love this movie, but it's about a homicidal clown, struggling with mental illness.
"Us"
I love this movie, but it's about classism and marginalization.
"Endgame"
It's largely about grief.
It's the best movie of the year, as far as I'm concerned!
It should win all awards!
ALL OF THEM!
Best Horror
Best Comedy
Best Romance
Remember when he sent the message to his wife? Cute, right?
Personally, I think he and Nebula were banging in each other.
... I think that story is going to come out some day. C’mon... they were up in space, alone... they both thought they were going to die. She was like “OMG, I’ve always wanted to bang Robert Downey Jr.
He was like “I don’t blame you.”
But, afterwards, he was like
- you know? He felt all bad, because he’d never get to do that again (that was the last of his energy). Annnnd also because he cheated. Which led to that cute recording for his wife. SEE, it’s all connected!
Best actor in Josh Brolin (Thanos) - the range of emotions (satisfaction, terror, humility, revenge, arrogance, beatin ass, defeat)
Leo and Brad Pitt ain't have to do all of that!
Best Actress... hmm.. idk about this one. Many say J.Lo deserves an Oscar for her performance in "Hustlers" - a movie made for strippers, by strippers.
Exotic dancers are making a comeback! Maybe one day, stripping will be going in the same direction marijuana is - just something people do.
No more shame! You can actually make a decent living at it - ain't that right, Stormy?
And who can forget this J.Lo quote "This city, this whole country, is a strip club. You've got people tossing the money. and people doing the dance."
There have also been plenty of things in 2019 that I have not understood:
1) Hatin on Greta
Greta - trying hard to do what she believes will make this world a better place for us all.
Certain people - "Shut that bitch up! She's crazy!"
2) Hatin on Megan Rapinoe
MP - leading a soccer team to a World Cup victory, being outspoken for women's rights and gay rights, having awesome purple hair, and trying to be
the best leader and athlete she can be.
Certain people - "Shut that bitch up! She's Crazy! Equal pay my ass!"
3) Popeyes Chicken Sandwich
- the gov't test for a new crack epidemic.
Sadly, I never got to partake.
4) Allison Mack
- This whole story began being unveiled in 2018, but continued through this year. I still don’t understand how this story has not gotten more attention. Some of y’all don’t even know what I’m talking about.... google it, and be horrified.
5) BTS (and K-pop in general)
-I love them, but... our country's K-Pop fetish has gotten kinda out of hand. All kinds of artists are trying to share the spotlight with them. Next, we're going to see them team up with Kendrick Lamar.
6) TikTok - I just don't get it. What’s the difference?
7) Cancel Culture
To me all cancel culture is silenced by Trump being our president.
Where was all of this righteous indignation when we voted him into office?
You might say "I didn't vote for him." Yeah, but, WE did - Idk what that says about us, but it's prob not good.
It doesn't even really work - Louis CK is currently selling out venues for an unapologetic tour.
I'm not even saying that it SHOULD work (in SOME cases). I'm simply saying that it doesn't work (in most cases).
But, perhaps the fear of it working is enough.
Or perhaps we should think through how we spend our anger.
BUT, enough of that! It's time to pass out this year's PRAPHIE AWARD!
Here are the noms:
Jordan Peele
Pedro the turtle
(no need for context, just know he’s awesome)
Baby Yoda
(btw - studies show that if you have access to "The Mandalorian" and you AREN'T watching it, you're an asshole. This is not ME talking, this
is science)
Megan Rapinoe (who I’ve already mentioned)
Flying Elbow Guy (Again, this requires no context. It’s Flying Elbow Guy! There is a baseball player who’s name I can’t remember. He took on a whole team, and... you know what - that’s too much exposition. It’s Flying Elbow Guy!
Keanu Reeves
Annnnnnnd! It’s...
...
KEANU!
This year:
Of course JW, Toy Story 4, Cyberpunk 2077, “Always be my Maybe”, plus we found out that he’s down for The Matrix 4, John Wick 4, and Bill & Ted. CRAZY!
Also my BAMF of the year (see previous post)!
We love Keanu Reeves so much, that he's allowed to murder as many people as he wants (as John Wick).
We'll get mad if an actor who's not handicapped is playing someone who is, we'll get mad about whitewashing (as we should), we'll get mad if things
are too sexualized, we GOT MAD at "Joker" for predicted violence. But, Keanu can murder all he wants:)
(See the scene above? - that was a McDonald’s before he showed up)
He found love as well. Women are loving that he chose someone closer to his age. Honestly, Idk why it matters.
I'd still love this man, even if he were dating 22 year old, racist ass Camila Cabello.
But, he's viewed by some as the perfect man. I disagree. I don’t think that he’s merely the perfect man, but the perfect human.
His career and popularity paths are unique. No one would call him a... GOOD actor, but look at him! And he seems like a genuinely, awesomely, good person. And whatever "good person" means to you, he's at the top! We should all (men and women) be a lil more like Keanu in 2020.
Let's all be as lovable as we can, so we may all get away with as much as we can:)
With each new year, I challenge myself with a slogan to live by. In 2020, it's going to be this -
From Eddie Murphy’s “Raw”- Richard Pryor’s advice to Eddie, concerning Bill Cosby
Telling certain people in my way "To have a Coke and a smile, and shut the bleep up."
Sometimes, I might need to be the one to do this, rather than say it - we'll see.
Here was the runner-up slogan (his response)
Magical.
Happy New Year, Everyone! Enjoy yourselves. Be less of an asshole. And be safe... enough to at least make it TO 2020.
Much love!
#Adele#marvel#endgame#john praphit#praphitproductions.com#music#music reviews#music albums#music 2019#praphit#movies 2019#2020#happy new year#trump#tiktok#greta thunberg#bts#Popeyes#Jlo#stormy daniels#Keanu Reeves#dating#john legend#kelly clarkson#igor#tyler the creator#kanye#tony stark#baby yoda#jordan peele
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Go ahead. Post the full description from Convenient.
What if I posted the full fic instead :3c
If u enjoyed Convenience come bust a gut w me under the readmore
AUTHORS NOTE:
Wow thank you for reading my name is Nan and I am 25 years old and I wrote this fic i hope u like it. I was born in July of 1993 meaning I am a cancer which is an emotional zodiac and a water sign, this mprning I woke up and fed my cats and then I went to work and at work i did work and then I got home and I ate like two bowls of cereal and then i was like OH i should post my new fic about hockey because i am very knowledgable about hocey and it is a great sport especially if you are gay just like keith and lance.
have u ever seen the move called Bee Movie? I watched it and it touched my heart there are so many good moments like when the bee falls in love with the lady :) love stories are good and that's what THIS STORY IS ABOUT, it's just like the movie!! And Shrek! there is love iN Shrek too which is SO COOL
Okay let me teach u about hockey, there is a thing called the NFL and it is where GOOD hockley players go, just like how we go to heaven when we die (or hell). Anyway in hockey you are ice skating just like in Yuri on Ice which is GAY JUST LIKE MY STORY and you have sticks and hit little black circles around (JUST LIKE IN MIGHTY DUCKS THE MOVIE ABOUT HOCKEY).
BTW everyone is fiction!!! I don't want to characterize real hockey people I've never met them before and only god can judge them.
SORRY IF U ARE FROM TORONDO AND YOU NOTICE THE STORY IS DIFFERENT FROM REAL TORNTO soMETIMES I MAKE MISTAKES AND WE ARE ALL HUMAN DONT COMMENT ABT IT JUST ENJOY THE STORY OK
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CHAPTER ONE
Hi my name is Keith I like hockey and I am also a hockey player which means I play hockey but I play GOOD hockey and today I am in Canada (A/N cananda is a country in the north pole) because I might be in the NHL (A/N idk what that is but google said it's a hockey thing pls don't comment abt this I am trying my best). My brother is here two, but he doesn't play hockey so I don't know how he got into cananda bcause u can't go to Canada if u don't plAy hockey (A/N Canada is like that).
Anyway it was a hot day it was so hot that I sweated so much, Shiro said I'm only sweety cuz I am wearing a MCR shirt and a black MCR hoodie and black skinny jeans (with chains) and my knee high red converse but this is my style and sometime u have to suffer for fashon. My brother went to a 7/11 and I followed because what else will i do outside? I don't go out there usually and Torondo is scary.
My brother was talking to some guy at the counter and the guy said “hola” (A/N this means hello) and I didn't say anything back because I don't speak French. Anyway they talked about some hockey team called the Leaves and I didn't listen because I didn't want spoilers for the new season of Hockey. All I wanted was. Coke (because it's colors are red and black which are my favorites) but they didn't have that because canadianns dont drink that so i didn't get anything at all bwcause i dont drink anything else (A/n this is canon I read it on the internet which means it's true don't comment abt this). Shiro got gum, which is ok but I wouldnt have gotten that but it's his choice because it's his body and he can choose what he wants to do with it even if I don't agree, that is the law of both man and god.
And then I saw the guy behind the counter and I realized he was really cute and also Cuban meaning he doesn't speak French, he actually speaks Cuban. Which is strange because people in cananda speak French but I like confusing guys ALSO I forgot to tell you I am gay but I am a secret gay which means no one knows I am gay, not even god.
The cute guy said “I hope Keith kogane gets picked for the Leaf team” and I blushed because that is my name but I don't know what the leaves is but it sounded like a hockey thing and I like hoggey.
We left the convenience store and Shiro was like “u should be happy bcuz you will be in hockey”
I was REALLY NERVOUS because I am secret gay and I don't want ppl to know becaySe it is a secret but ball is life so I was excited.
Shiro said “you are so sweaty” Shiro said, and I realized I was sweatier than the swamps of Thailand so he was right.
SCENE CHANGE
A/N Big spoiler do NOT read if u have not watched the new season of Hockey
SO I was picked for the Leaf team and we moved to canda and my brother had to illegally cross the boarder because he is not hockey. We moved to a condo and I was so hungry all I could do was look in a pantry I was so hungry. Shiro told me to ear pizza but I only eat chips and cok so I knew it was starvation time.
“Here's a idea how bout u go to the convenience store we went to, do u remember that? It was like two paragraphs ago” and I nodded because I did remember that
So I went to the convenience story and I remmembered the really smexy Cuban guy who said my name one time.
I got to the store and he was there!!!! He saw me and was like “HEY u are the GUY!!” And I blushed and said “yeah lol”
And the guy said “Larry” and I was like “huh?” And he said “my name is Larry, it's short for Lance Mccaline” and then he said “HEY have u been to places in Canada before?”
I said “no” because I don't go outside and Lance said “OK I will show u around Canada “
I said ok but I was NERVIUS because I'm gay and he is cute. I put twenty bags of Doritos (gamers eat Doritos) on the counter and also a coke because they actually do have coke in cananda they were just out when I went before (A/n I edited this part in just now because a bunch of fucking nerds told me in the comments).
Lance rang me out but he didn't know math ): so I got everything for free I love cananda economy. Everything is free if you don't know math and pennies aren't real.
I got home and ate all of my chips it was so delicious and Shiro was like “did u see the boy” and I said “yeah he told me something about a tower” and Shiro said “YOU MQDE A FRIEND” and I said “pfffffft nO. I didn't”
And Shiro was like “u should have him show u tower” and I said “ok” because I am secret gay and Lonce is cute.
THE END
#banana-ghoul#squelette replies#the authors notes are such a callout#also the spoiler warning I'm shouting#convenience fanfic
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CISMALE — ever hear people say MALCOLM BEAUMONT looks a lot like JOE KEERY? I think HE is about 24, so it doesn’t really work. The HEIR has lived in Livingstone for 24 YEARS. They can be +ENTICING, but they can also be -UNHINGED. I think MALCOLM might be A SHEEP.
hey yall it’s karina again with an even worse chara so get ready for this !! has v triggering topics so warning!!!!!! like if u wanna plot and i’ll hit you up!!
(warning!! abuse, violence, and drugs tw!!)
here’s his pinterest btw
wow okay this is malcolm he is a walking shit show and tragedy so lets get into this
malcolm comes from the beaumont family, a rich old money family that has been based in livingstone for years
his father is a business man that now runs all his families business, most of which started in livingstone but eventually developed outside of town making him gone most of the time travelling to handle the various companies he runs/owns while his family stays in livingstone.
while on the outside the family seems picture perfect...of course it isn’t (what did you expect??)
his father is extremely emotionally and verbally abusive, always having expected the world from malcolm and never hiding his disappointment when the boy didn’t live up to his expectations. all the while neglecting the child, rarely home and when he was he was hidden in his office. only coming out for dinner when he would harp on the poor boy, asking questions just baiting malcolm to push the wrong button, terrify the boy as his booming voice echoed in the dining hall and told him everything that was wrong with him
because of this he was a shy, timid boy in his youth. hiding behind his mother when they went out and usually playing alone, not sure how to interact and make friends with others
he hoped things would get better when he got older, but far from it, it only got worse
the older he got the more that was expected of him, the more awkward he grew with his peers, and the more chaotic his life became. his fathers abuse rose from verbal to on rare occasions physical, raising his hand to him in moments of raw anger when malcolm stepped out of line
his biggest release was whenever his father was gone, which was thankfully most of the time. he got some time to relax as he was home alone with his mother and the maids, even if school was another hell to the poor boy.
a lot shifted when he got into high school, taking the opportunity to change who he was in this new area of his life. at home he was the timid boy, afraid, shaking and hiding in his room. but he didn’t have to be that out there, out there he could be fun, he could be cool, use the infinite supply of money he seemed to have to buy his way to friends
everything finally seemed to be going his way, he was popular, spending his nights partying and getting high, sleeping around and finally making a name for himself
nothing would get better though, because this alternative that seemed so great for him was far from it, so much of it getting to his head and feeding that ego that had taken one too many beatings
he was reckless, unhinged, a powerless boy at home but desperately trying to be a powerful man outside those doors. he was the one always throwing parties, providing all types of alcohol and drugs, and ingesting too much. it didn’t seem to matter though, people liked him, or at least liked what he brought to the table. he knew they were using him, he knew nobody really liked him, but what did it matter? he had the upper hand now, he was the one in power, and he wasn’t going to let anybody try to knock him down
he’s a major ego maniac, thinking he’s the best, but people started to notice something was wrong
while at home he was meek, terrified of any step he took, to the rest of the world he was as merciless as his father was towards him, attacking anyone who crossed him and threatening them for anything. his fists always bruised and bloodied from throwing out punishments to those undeserved
at this point he’s out of high school, living off daddy’s money and continuing his shitty habits. always throwing parties to get people to like him, getting too high, and starting fights too often because he doesn’t know how to have a conversation and talk about his feelings. he’s kind of a loser cuz no one wants to actually be around him cuz hes NOT FUN TO BE AROUND AND HES JUST TRYNA RELIVE HIS HIGH SCHOOL GLORY DAYS but people pretend to be nice sometimes so they can party in his huge ass house
ONE THING TO BE NOTED HE IS A SHEEP AND NOT A TIER OR ANYTHING BECAUSE WHILE HE IS TROUBLED AND CAUSES A LOT OF VIOLENCE HE GETS NO PLEASURE FROM THAT AND ISN’T A BAD PERSON INTENTIONALLY HE DOESN’T LIKE HURTING PEOPLE OR CAUSING OTHERS PAIN SO HE WOULDN’T WANT TO ADD TO THAT INTENTIONALLY THROUGH THE APP OR ANYTHING
OKAY ALL AND ALL HE’S A VERY TROUBLED PERSON WHO HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT AND IS V SYMPATHETIC BUT AT THE SAME TIME HE IS TOO FAR GONE AND ALLOWS THOSE BAD AND VIOLENT TENDENCIES TO TAKE OVER BECAUSE HE DOESN’T GET ANY OF THE HELP HE DESPERATELY NEEDS AND INSTEAD HIDES BEHIND COKE AND HIS FISTS AND IS BECOMING MORE AND MORE UNHINGED AND SHIT
here’s some quick wanted connections i thought of on the fly!!
true friend!! the only true friend he has, the only person that knows the real him, cares about him, and wants to help. might not know the full extent of his past but knows something is up
enemies!! people he’s started too many fights with, they know there is something seriously wrong with him and are done with his shit. fighting ON SIGHT
drug buddies!! people who feed into the bad drug habits he has, people he gets his shit from, parties w him, etc
childhood friends, people he knows from high school, fwb, hookups, etc!!
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Chapter 12
The couch in Jeff and Dean’s apartment is still too narrow and he’s still awoken a few times by the discomfort of the ass-shaped dip that he gets lost in sometimes, but this morning there’s coffee on the table beside his usual stale glass of water. The fan in the kitchen is loud until someone shuts the door, and then it’s just more white noise among steady traffic and the wind outside.
Jordan says, “morning,” and perches on the edge of the coffee table.
Not quite ready to muster up a sentence, Curls hums as he pushes himself into something closer to a sitting position and the other man claims the space beside him without a beat, clearly at home here too.
Once again, he can’t remember how he ended up here. He can’t remember even leaving the club. In fact, anything after the Jordan and Jules… Altercation is a mystery. He remembers he was going to be sick. Oh shit, was he sick?
“That redhead's a real piece o’work,” Jordan grumbles, reaching for the coffee and taking a long sip before he hands it over to Curly. “You feeling better?”
“Was I sick?” Curly’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be his main concern but his close-to-vomiting state is pretty much the cut-off point in his memory.
Jordan just laughs and he guesses the guy is just trying to protect his dignity. It doesn’t work, but it’s appreciated.
They sit in silence, glancing around the room, Curly still recovering and Jordan allowing him to do so. He’s used to waking up here now, but something tells him that Jordan is too. He almost feels the need to mark his territory somehow, let him know that this is his safe place, but then, it sort of feels like the man is only an addition to that.
There’s a creek from one of the other rooms just as Jordan’s hand finds his knee. It’s innocent but territorial like the man has the same connection to him as Curly does this apartment. They both seem to wait for another sound, but it doesn’t come.
He’s not sure why he does, but Curly says, “Jeff and Dean are scared I’m leading you on,” as he rubs a hand over his face. “I just. I don’t know what I want. I’ve never wanted this before.”
“I know.” Jordan shrugs, even though he can’t know, not really. “Doesn’t matter what they think. I don’t care,” he says as Curly drinks coffee beside him. “Do you?”
Shaking his head, he breathes deeply before he tilts his head back as his previously empty stomach settles just a little. He slips a hand beneath his shirt to place a warm palm against his stomach.
“What did you mix last night?” This has Curly going rigid. It’s embarrassing, both the fact that he mixed in the first place, but even more so the sate it left him in. Jordan adds, “my mom’s a junkie, Curls. I’ve seen it all.”
He doesn’t even consider arguing where he’d usually say ‘I’m not a junkie’ or lie about what he’d taken -or if he’d taken anything at all- because Jordan says it is so off-handed and without judgement.
“Heroin and a bit of coke,” he says without bothering to sweeten it up. “I don’t usually touch coke, though. Didn’t even take much.”
Jordan huffs, nods as he shifts and leans into Curly’s side. “I remember now. You shouldn’t mix that shit,” he says as he tilts his chin, but then before Curly can reply, he’s pushed himself up from the couch. “It’s hit and miss - doesn’t always matter how much you take.”
He watches as Jordan digs around a desk across the room. Curly busies himself with his coffee, drinking it leisurely and breathing through his stomach cramps.
Forgetting last night is probably for the best, although there’s blood on Jordan’s shirt, he’s now realising, and he makes a mental note to ask about that later. Surely Jules wouldn’t have—
Twisting to his side, Curly feels around the cushion and then underneath it, digging until he feels the hard casing of his phone. With Jordan still hovering around the desk, Curly settles back down to check the damage.
He has three messages from Jules.
02:47 - so ur new friend is a psycho
03:04 - getting a cab in 10. b there or dnt
03:22 - whatever. U owe me $20 btw
There’s an older text from Jeff too, and Curly vaguely remembers when his phone vibrated, sat on the curb with his head hung between his knees, Jordan’s hand on his back, telling him something about New York. Something about getting mugged and asking for money to get home. Something about making friends with some guy on the subway and not going home for four days and his mom not even noticing. It made Jordan laugh for some reason and Curly had realised he was just trying to ease him up.
02:01 - you guys can crash at our place. Will b out in a sec
Somewhere in his memory is the image of Jordan pacing in an alleyway. Curly also remembers resting his hand on J’s leg, back on the curb, but he didn’t really have the strength to make him stay put.
Jordan punched the ground when he was still sat as he shook his head over something. He said, “you should stay away from guys like him,” and pointed off into the distance.
Curly’s eyes followed and Jules was stood there, saying something back, but he didn’t know what.
Jordan was up and taking steps towards Jules before Curly even felt him slip from beneath his hand. He remembers saying something daft like, “it’s not worth it,” even though, truthfully, he didn’t really know what was happening. He buried his face in his hands because he felt like he was going to be sick again, and Jordan and Jules were still shouting but all he heard was “toxic,” and, “faggot,” and, “say that again!”
Time jumped and Jordan was back at his side. The alleyway was quiet again and his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“You should stay away from guys like him,” Jordan repeated and went back to rubbing his back.
Something slams onto the table and Curly jumps. It’s a note, a simple thanks, in black ink and Jordan says, “we should get outa here before Jeff and Dean wake up.”
It’s not his usual morning-after routine, but he finds himself agreeing.
***
“What were you and Jules arguing for?”
Jordan scoffs, crossing his arms in the passenger seat as Curly pulls away from the pavement. The walk to his flat was short but cold and he’s not sure how to break it to Jordan that it takes about twenty minutes for his car to heat up.
“He was irritating,” is all Jordan is willing to disclose at first, looking stubborn as he glares out of the passenger side window.
“He’s alright, you know,” he says, but Jordan doesn’t respond. “Does loads for me.”
“What, like selling you dope?” Jordan has him there, and turns to watch him when Curly doesn’t reply, using his driving as an excuse to look dead-ahead. “You were choking on puke and the kid offered you a hit. What the fuck, Curly?”
“I know when to say no, don’t worry ab—“
“Right, but you said yes.”
Curly frowns. Did he? “Did I?”
Every memory he has outside the club consist of being very aware of the fact he’d overdone it. He was sipping water from a plastic cup on the pavement between gags, regretting every drink and hit he’d had that day. He was past the point of doing a line to sober up.
“Jeff told me about him,” Jordan goes on, shaking his head now. “Said he takes advantage. Didn’t think he was gonna be so fucking transparent about it.”
He frowns. “Did I buy it?”
“No fucking way. I didn’t let you.”
So fuck knows what the IOU text was all about.
Curly just nods, a little embarrassed as he says, “good. Cheers.”
“It’s fine,” he nods and sinks into his seat.
They both fall silent, looking out into the road. They’re not really going anywhere, just driving for a while. Curly takes the same route as he does on those days where he’s drowning. He’d usually have his dad or Genie on loudspeaker by now, but this works too.
The weight of the conversation lingers but they’ve visibly relaxed now, like they were both just as eager to mention the elephant in the room as each other.
“Tell me if it’s not my business,” Jordan says, and it should sound passive-aggressive, but it doesn’t. “I’ve seen this shit happen. I just step in when I feel like somebody should.”
Curly pulls into an empty road, taking a moment to look at Jordan as he says, “I know,” before his eyes return to the road ahead. He feels guilty - thinks about what little Jordan’s shared about his mother, both times in passing. He’s seen this shit happen. “It’s your business.”
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Deceit (1)
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Work count: +1.5k
Warnings: Triggered, Slight cursing
Genre: Angst
A/N: I AIN’T dead! Lol, I’m sorry I said I was posting yesterday but my laziness got the best of me. Btw there is gonna be a 2nd part which is the last! And I hope you love it! Jungkook isn’t like he is in real life. I know for a fact he isn’t like this. This is just for entertainment only.
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We met when were in high school. The old cliche story where I was the new girl and he showed me around. We talked a few times here and there when we would bump into each other. But after just talking a few times, we became friends, and then best friends. Cool right?
I mean unless you have fallen in love with your best friend then I guess it is pretty cool. I just wish it didn’t happen to me. Even if we were best friends, there are still some boundaries we shouldn’t cross. I mean what if he doesn’t love me back? It could ruin our whole relationship, and I wouldn’t want that to happen to me. I want him in my life and I wouldn’t want to lose him no matter what. Besides, I’m sure he wouldn’t want to date a kid like me. He prefers noona's as he told me once before.
Can’t blame him though. I’m sure they’re far more respected than me.
When he was in 11th grade he tried out for BigHit Entertainment. He had a beautiful voice, I have heard him sing for a while and so I encouraged him to go.
And guess what happened? He made it. I was happy for him for sure.
I met his band member, and they were all so kind and caring. They’re like a second family to me, so welcoming. It was like having 6 older brothers which were amazing since I always wanted older siblings.
I usually go to their dorms whenever they have time and I don’t have much homework. I would spend time mostly with Jungkook. But after a while of visiting them. Jungkook wasn’t there at times, blowing our plans off, or just simply being ‘busy’. It was honestly getting on my nerves, more so, whenever I ask the members what was up they wouldn’t tell me. Simply just changing the subject.
Also, whenever I'm there for movie night, he walks out without a 'hey' or a wave, not even making eye contact. I tried getting him to explain to me, but one day I just exploded.
"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Someone said cheerfully as they tried to get her to say yes.
"Hobi-oppa, you know I would love to but I got homework and-" She was immediately cut off with the same cheerful voice.
"Pah! C'mon! You can do it tomorrow anyway. It's Friday! Besides, you promised movie night.."
She sighed into the phone. Homework wasn't necessarily the problem. She just didn't want to experience the heartbreak again. Seeing him and not having the same bond or relationship was slowly breaking her. Has she done something wrong? Did she say something to infuriate him? Has she-
Her train of thoughts was interrupted by him once again that made her rethink her decision.
"We got all types of candy: white chocolate, Starburst, Reese's, etc. Got coke too." She could hear the sly smirk that was plastered on his face while she cursed under her breath.
He knew her weakness, and he just so decided to use it against her. She sighed for the second time before responding. "Fine, I'm going. But only because of the oh so heavenly food gods are calling me. Then I'm leaving."
She heard a groan at the other side of the line. "I don't know why I'm surprised. But okay deal. See you in an hour!" After that, he hung up.
'No going back now' She started getting her stuff ready, extra clothes, PJs, toothbrush. Anything she needed because after movie night she usually stays over.
She looked at the clock and realized she still had over half an hour until she went over there. She shrugged and started heading out, not before she locked the door, and headed towards their dorm.
She arrived a few minutes early and knocked. She heard a thump inside before hearing whisper-shouts that made her giggle.
"Shit, she's early!"
"Put those over there!"
"Where!?"
"The food isn't ready!"
"Just get the popcorn! We'll worry about the food later!"
After hearing them scrambling and shouting random things. Someone finally opened the door. And out came Yoongi with his perfect gummy smile. He was already wearing a silk pajama that fitted him perfectly. His hair was a bit messy and eyes a little droopy.
He greeted me with a simple nod before stepping aside and allowing me in.
"Good for you to join us. We were waiting for you." She snickered at his lie and simply went along with it.
"It's a good thing because I'm kind of hungry right now and would am craving for some chicken." She turned around once she said the last part and nearly started laughing.
He had his eyes wide and tried to cover it with a sneeze. He opened his mouth to say something but cut him off.
"I'm just kidding, later when the movie is finished probably." She said turning around and leaving him terrified as she let out a chuckle.
Walking towards the living room, she met with 5 other men sitting comfortably with blankets and pillows on the floor. She made herself notice by giving out a small cough.
They got up from their spots to greet her one by one. She was happy to see everyone after a long weekend with just school. Stressful moments. After greeting everyone, they sat down on the floor in front of the tv.
After half of the movie, they heard a door open. Looking towards it they saw Jungkook half asleep with hair messy and lips a bit red. Jin looked towards her direction so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. But all he could see was pure hurt and betrayal in his eyes and that hurt him seeing his dongsaeng like that.
Everyone looked at Y/N then back at the TV and started entertaining her so she wouldn't see him. But she was too stubborn, not taking her eyes off of him when he walked into his room and said "I'll be back guys. I need to do something."
They all sighed worriedly as she walked towards Jungkook's room and they hoped for the best.
She knocked on the door and said "Jungkook? I- it's me... Y/N"
No answer.
She sighed "Please Kookie... I just want to talk."
After a few moments of silence, she finally decided to head back before the door was opened.
She took in his appearance. He hadn't changed from his clothes when he entered. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding before being cut off by Jungkook walking away from the door.
She guessed it was a way of letting her in. She hesitantly wet in before closing the door.
Jungkook being on the bed laying down and hand over his eyes, he finally spoke. "What do you want?"
She jumped a little, his voice catching her by surprise before she began. "What did I do wrong?"
He sat up, propping himself with his elbows, as he looked at her with a confused expression.
"I mean... Why don't you talk to me anymore? Why don't you hang out with me anymore? Why don't you look at me? Why don't you smile at me the way you used to before? Did I do something wrong? Why did you come home late and in a bad shape? If there's something I did or something wrong... you could-"
"Shut up" His voice stone cold with a hard expression scared her as she whimpered out a small "what?"
He gave a cold chuckle and said "First of all, Why I'm in this shape isn't your business. Second, I don't hang out with you anymore because I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of how loud you are. I'm tired of how selfish and obnoxious you are. I'm also tired of how you think you can be so clingy just because we were friends. I'm tired of how you think the rest of the BTS members are actually friends with you. They're just pitying you. I need my personal space too. I'm human also."
By now, she had tears running down her face. She's never been so hurt in her life. So... broken. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being in your business when I had no right but just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm sorry I have a very jumpy attitude. I'm sorry I'm selfish and obnoxious. I'm sorry I've been clingy... I'm sorry of it all." She choked back a sob.
“I just thought…” She stood for a moment before closing her mouth. “Nevermind…”
He only scoffed and rolled his eyes before he played back down. "Just leave. Everyone just wants to be left alone."
She started walking out, stopping at the door, not looking back and saying. "I love you.." in a really low whisper. She wasn't sure if he heard her but she didn't care at the moment. She quickly walked out, passing the living room, grabbing her stuff, ignoring the shouts of the others, and finally sprinting home.
'Everything was a mistake...'
#angst#bts#namjoon#jin#yoongi#hobi#jimin#taehyung#jungkook#sunshine#joon#jinnie#yoongles#jhope#chimchim#tae#v#kookie#jungkook x reader#bts x reader
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So, I see requests are open, and if it’s not to out there, may I please have a fic where the batfam(and possibly in a JLA meeting) video call Jason and see him mid breakdown cutting his own thighs and them learning he kinda hates himself but they just got him back and vow to help him get better because family doesn’t quit on family ? V specific and you don’t have to if it’s to much but thanks if you do/don’t anyways !! (Love you btw)
Hello! Sorry for making you wait, anon. I finally wrote the fanfic though it is a bit different than what you ask. I didn’t do the ‘video call’ thing and ‘JLA meeting’ because I didn’t know how to build the story around that. I hope you don’t mind and that you’ll appreciate it anyway.
DISCLAIMER: THE FANFIC BELOW DEALS WITH VERY SENSITIVE SUBJECTS SUCH AS SUICIDAL TENDENCIES AND SCARIFICATION. THE SCENE DEPICTED MAY BE VERY DISTURBING AND NOT SUITED FOR YOUNG READERS. SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL. IF YOU DON’T FEEL COMFORTABLE WHILE YOU READ THIS, THEN PLEASE STOP.
DISCLAIMER 2: MAKING AN APOLOGIST ARGUMENT FOR SUICIDE AND SCARIFICATION IS NOT THE AIM OF THIS FANFIC, ON THE CONTRARY. IF YOU ARE OR ANYONE YOU KNOW IS DEALING WITH THOSE ISSUES PLEASE TALK TO A RESPONSIBLE AND TRUSTWORTHY PERSON. IT CAN BE A FRIEND, A MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY, A TEACHER OR A PROFESSIONAL. BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T STAY QUIET!
WE’VE GOT YOU (Jason Todd’s POV)
Warning: Angst, Mention of Suicide, Death and Scarification
Tagged: @usernightwing ; @anaboo-thewriter ; @queen-fighter ; @loliiz ; @piratefrost ; @daisyboobear ; @perforabuntsaggittis ; @pythiaaa
You probably won’t believe it but not everyone wants to be alive. Surprising, I know. But true. There are days … or rather nights … when I stay awake, lying on my bed, wondering if things would not have been better after all if I had stayed dead or if the Lazarus pits hadn’t give me back my consciousness. Lugubrious thoughts I know. But that’s the thing with thoughts you don’t really control them. Contrary to speech, thoughts are free and can be judged only by yourself.
I hate my thoughts. I hate them because they make me do crazy things, because they drive me insane, because sometimes I let them hurt me in ways anything or anyone else could hurt me, because I let them dictate my actions.
I let them take the knife attached to my belt. I let them stare at it. I let them lower it towards my leg and I let them carve my already battered and bruised thighs. But worse, I let them enjoy it and tell me, like a snake whispering in my ear, that it feels good, that I’ll feel better after that.
But I never feel really better. I take comfort in this daze where the cuts send me, in that place where there is just a weird dizziness and a sensation of warm burning down my entire body, knocking me down on the mattress. A sensation similar to a few lines of coke freshly sniffed. Yeah, an addiction. Something that doesn’t last and that make you come back for more.
A shameful addiction.
I drop the knife on the floor and stay lying on the mattress. I feel like I’m falling, like I’m sinking in the mattress but I’m … relaxed? good?. I don’t know. But apart from that, I don’t feel anything around me, not even the springs of the bed that usually hurt my aching back or the blood staining my trousers more and more as it pours down my thighs. I loose all sense of awareness, all sense of consciousness, all sense of self. And it reminds me when I was just this vegetable zombie that had just miraculously come from the dead.
Miraculously? No. Wrong word. In what way was it a miracle? In what way waking up in a coffin six feet under is a miracle? I what way crawling back to the surface using your nails to dig yourself out is a miracle? Let me tell you what it was. It was a curse, a new punishment for all the stupid things that I had done.
Or maybe it wasn’t. Because the notion of curse or even miracle implies that there is some God or some almighty power that plays with your life like a puppeteer. There is no one! There is no God. There is no Devil. When you die, fuck, you die. Forget heaven. Forget hell. There is just blackness.
A bit like right now, now that I have my eyes closed. Trust me, I’ve been there.
Yeah, not everyone wants to be alive.
I suddenly feel something fresh and humid on my forehead. Slowly I crawl back towards reality. My eyes open. They have trouble adjusting to the light. “He’s awake” echoes in my head. Damn, it hurts. “Jason.” My sight is blurry. I can only discern a black figure. “Jason, can you hear me?” Yes, I can. Whoever you are. I can hear you. But who are you? I blink. There is a strange light blinding my eyes. They want to cry. “ You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
Then I see them, through half opened eyes. Bruce, Dick and Damian. They are staring at me. I don’t like their stares. Even less when they are full of pity like right now. It’s the same look people used to give me when I was a street rat orphan living in Crime Alley. Makes me wanna puke. I try to stand up but my head is still dizzy and Bruce holds me back. “No, don’t move.”“I’m okay.” I spit as I brush his hand off. “What are you guys doing here? No one invited you. It’s my place.” I realise I don’t sound as threatening as I hoped I would. I sound like a weak mess. “ We wanted to see you about Black Mask.” Damian frowned with arms crossed over his tiny chest. Even when I feel dizzy, that brat still looks fucking obnoxious. “ Black Mask can wait. Are you okay?” Dick asks. What a big brother. What a dumb blind big brother. Didn’t I say as was okay even if I’m not? “What happened? Who did this to you?” “ Trouble with some goons working for Two Face.” I lied “ Really? I am not so sure.” Bruce had the knife in his hand.
I want them all out. Right now. Simply out my place. Out of sight. Out. I look down to take a deep breath but I’m not going to lie, I feel so ashamed. “What the hell, Jason? Why?!” Dick yells with that saddened look in his eyes. “ Just because.” “ That’s not a reason!!” Can he shut up? Can’t he be just like the Demon Spawn over there? Staring in anger with this ridiculous little frown that he has inherited from daddy dearest. A look is easy steer clear of. “ You’re hurting yourself. You’re scarifying yourself!” Like I didn’t know what I was doing. “Why? Why would you do that?” “You’re really asking again?” “Yes. You’re my brother for god’s sake. Of course I want to know why you’re doing such a thing to yourself!” I don’t answer. “ He’s doing it because he is weak.” Damian spits with disdain. I glower at him. How dares he? Fucking little brat! Weak? I’m not weak! I’m strong. I’m a survivor. I’m … “You little piece of shit. How dare you calling me weak? After everything I’ve been through? I’m certainly one of the bravest person you’ll ever meet in your miserable life!” I growl. “ You’re weak.” He repeats with a scowl. “You’re weak because you haven’t thought for a second how we could all feel about that.” “Oh really? Cause you feel something!” I sneer. “ Yes!” Dick answers, “We feel sorry. Sorry for you. And sorry that we didn’t realise that you had those … tendencies.” “ We feel hopeless.” Damian adds “But you don’t care. You’re selfish.” “ ENOUGH!” Bruce shouts suddenly. “YOU TWO, OUT!!”
They obey like little dogs. But I won’t lie. Good riddance!
Bruce is staring with that look. You know, the batman look. He’s pissed. Of course, he has never felt like I have. So how can he under…stand?
A hug? Is that …?
I stiffen. I’m definitely not used to that. I’m … It feels good. Bruce’s arms around me, holding me tight, his hand caressing my back. That fatherly embrace. I feel tears forming in my eyes. And I feel his tears falling on my neck. He is crying. Bruce never cries. He never cries for me. “I am so sorry, Jason.” He whispers with a broken voice that I have never heard before. “Please, forgive me.” I don’t answer. I just close my eyes and let my tears flow. And I let myself to that hug. “Please don’t do that again.” His voice. That guilt. That pain. I can’t stand it. “Please, let me, let us help you” It hurts. It hurts that I hurt him. I didn’t want … don’t want … to disappoint you Bruce. I don’t want to hurt. “ Please don’t make me lose you again.” I want to cry out. I don’t know what keeps me in check. “I would not stand it.” I look at the knife on the floor and for a second I see that damn crowbar that took me away from him in so many ways. “You’re my son.” And you are my father, old man, despite everything that happened. You are my father. I sniff in his neck, perhaps a bit too loudly since he tightens his arms around me. “Don’t it again. I beg you.” I somehow find the strength to look at him. He has that look. That same look I used to have when I was by mother’s side, on the bathroom floor, trying to prevent her from chocking in her vomit. That look is awful. My mother never cared about that look. It made me suffer more than anything and I eventually lost. I can’t do that as well. I can’t do that to Bruce. I can’t to that to Dick, to Damian, Tim, Alfred… I can’t do that to anyone. “ I won’t.” I whisper my promise.
I glance at the knife one last time. No, it won’t become a new crowbar. No, it won’t take me away from my family.
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Another round of TGD theories (no reviews and The Guest this time, because I’m feeling like shit and I can’t think. Give me 10 drinks, then we can talk.)
After the Chuseok cutoff, it’s hard to make any theories and that’s sad because two of my theories from last week were debunked. The ‘cliffhanger’ timings are all off due to this. I meant to discuss, but I don’t feel like it. Maybe in a few days when my brain works again.
If you’ve read my posts before, you know the drill: This Post Contains Ghost Detective Spoilers because I’m an asshole who has to reveal everything, so if you’re trying to avoid spoilers, don’t read until you’re all caught up. I have no idea how to write a goddamn show and I have no idea what I’m talking about, but I just love typing and talking and thinking and giving unsolicited opinions. No, seriously. Ask my friends.
BTW, if you’re reading this, why are you reading this?!
How did Dail end up in the middle of the street?
Let's get one thing straight: the 'jump' between 'Dail in the interrogation room' scene and 'Dail in the middle of the street in broad daylight with bloodshot eyes and seemingly had sucked out the bad juju' scene is... drastic. So who did he meet in between these scenes?
Based on the first scene, Dail entered the interrogation room in the most dramatic way possible. He forcefully turned Deokjoong's face as he realised that the latter was mind-controlled by Hye because the sclera turned red (heh I slept in science class, so thanks Google). In order to turn Deokjoong's face, he has to touch him. Right, there was no pain response from Dail. Should he be in pain, the response would be immediate. Cut to: Jungdae in his superior's office. Then, we were greeted by a shot of Dail somewhere in Seoul with bloodshot eyes, black veins visible underneath his skin, in pain, and he looked lost.
It's worth noting that all the pain responses Dail has gotten were moments he touches ghosts like Hye and the tunnel ghosts. When it comes to the victims of mind control, like Deokjoong in the interrogation room and the boy at the hospital, Dail has made contact with them, and yet hasn't shown any signs of being affected by the pain. But why were his eyes red? He could touch ghosts without his eyes turning red. So this means he was angry, and his evil side emerged (since Evil!Dail will only make an appearance when he's angry).
What happened in between the two scenes? Who did he meet that made him angry and simultaneously sucked the bad jujus from? He can't meet Alive!Hye, because, at that point of the story, they have yet to cross paths. He won't be able to meet the tunnel ghost because the helpful half (Chaewon's spirit mother) is gone for good (or is she?)
Since TGD has a track record for answering theories (doesn't matter if they're debunked or turned out to be true), I should expect to find out about this bit because it's been bugging me. If the intention of this scene was used in a way to establish the moment of realisation where he had heard the tourism fair jingle, then it's a huge loss for the story. If it's left unanswered, then it will be a frustrating loophole, and we want to avoid that.
The 'Can Chaewon Hear Dail' Saga Continues (because it's been bothering me)
We've previously established that Chaewon is one of the mysterious characters in the show. This has led me to believe that one of my theories about her to turned out to be true: as much as she's the outgoing character we all have fallen for, she's secretive and has a dark past. In this section, we'll talk about how this very character fucks with my emotion and why I'm starting to doubt my formerly 'confirmed' theory.
In the last review/theories post and also on Reddit, I theorised that she hasn't told the truth about the ghosts she can hear or see hence, we get to see her interacting with the grandpa ghost in Ep. 7/Ep. 14. But in Ep. 8, she was in a 'conversation' with Dail (patience... we'll get to this), it seemed like she could only see the silhouettes of the ghosts and not hear them, just like how we see Dail through her eyes. As of now, it's conclusive she's able to see only ghost grandpa and the tunnel ghost.
...or is it?
[Dail enters the elevator. We don't see Dail, but we know Chaewon does.]
Chaewon: Did you find anything?
Dail: Sunwoo Hye isn't here. Maybe she already approached everyone and controlled them to commit suicide.
Chaewon: It's impossible to control many people at once.
[Dail does a double-take. He expects to be in a one-handed conversation because Chaewon can't hear him.]
Chaewon: [cont.] If that was possible, she should've done it when she was in a coma. Point 1
[Dail looks at her up and down in confusion.]
Dail: You can hear me? Point 2
[Chaewon smirks.]
Chaewon: You're quite taken aback, aren't you? Point 3
[Dail looks away. Possibly feels awkward, but definitely confused.]
Chaewon: [cont.] I don't know about anything else, but I know what you might want to ask me. Point 4
[At this point, Dail shoots her another bewildered look in her direction. After she says her line, he relaxes.] Point 5
Dail: We need to find out how she's going to try and kill everyone.
[An idea hits Chaewon.]
Chaewon: Let me tell you something I found out yesterday.
Okay, let's stop right there and try to analyse the italicised dialogues and action.
It sounded like she could hear him and replied his query. She answered his question and didn't even hesitate. Her timing was spot-on too. Interesting.
Dail looked genuinely perplexed. He wasn't sure if he heard her right. Honestly, same. For that one second, he seemed convinced that she could hear him and that she replied to his remark. Remember: she wasn't supposed to hear him, but we've seen her doing this before and it was revealed that she could see him... well, not like how Yeowool sees him, but you get the picture.
Again, she answered him, but in an indirect manner. Instead, she posed him a rhetorical question or Dail simply just couldn't reply because he was baffled. Yay vagueness! On the other hand, Chaewon also didn't answer him with a definite answer like "Yes, I could hear you all along!" and we don't know for certain if she could hear him. We know that she is secretive and we discover more about Chaewon when she thinks if it's appropriate for her or when someone finds out about her (examples: Yeowool instructing Sangseob to find out about Chaewon, and when Jungdae finds out about her ability as he peeks from afar.)
This one frustrates me because I'm not sure if it's something that gets lost in translation, or if I'm the one who just couldn't understand it. If it's the former, I'm not blaming the translators because these things happen and not everything is translatable. K-dramas have the tendency to use flowery, vague-ass language, and since we only have one line to work with, let's try to dissect it. I'll be honest: I don't see how that very line connects with their previous questions or remarks. What about Chaewon expecting Dail to ask her a question, and her knowledge on this 'thing' is limited? We might be able to look at it this way: she can't hear him, but anticipates questions from him; basically, she'll blurt whatever she thinks Dail wants to know. If that's the case, how could she be certain that's what answers his questions? And her reply to him ten seconds prior to this 'revelation' was very specific. From here, the Dail's-and-Chaewon's-conversation end up being a one-sided conversation once again. Is this the writer's way to tease (in both sense) the viewers?
And Dail lets his guard down. Why? Probably there are more important matters at hand? Could he realise that Chaewon was just pulling his legs? So far, Chaewon hasn't tricked him about her abilities and everything she said and had done reveals that she knows what she's saying and doing, and she had done it with purpose. If this character is just playing that 'Haha, got you!" card, then it's a waste of time and is directionless.
As I rewatch the flashback scene with Chaewon and ghost grandpa, she did make an attempt at talking to the ghost child by asking it a question. She asked, "What do you want?" before ghost grandpa interjected with the information about how the other ghosts died.
Once again, when it comes to revealing her secrets, Chaewon does them whenever no one's watching, especially without Yeowool, Sangseob and Jungdae around. By right, based on this elevator scene, this means she could hear him.
So, could she really hear Dail? Is Chaewon taking a shot at answering Dail's questions, hoping that she answers his question? Could she just be playful and tricking him?
Why is Hye still so powerful?
Trigger warning: mentions of suicide.
So... Hye's not dead? And she's committed to terrorise everyone's lives, especially our Korean Scoobies'. We have six episodes (or twelve episodes, depending on how you see it) left for this drama, and we've just witnessed what might be one hell of a stretch so far... but with worldbuilding (which is our keyword), anything is possible.
The biggest questions like why Hye is the murderous rampaging bitch she is and why is she adamant on killing everyone have been answered. I guess in this particular story, anger is justifiable for acts of violence and manipulation... by a 12-year-old. Young!Hye didn't want to die, so she switched the laced Coke with her father's and fessed up to Dail, saying, "Yes, I killed [my father]!" rather than rationalising it as an act of self-defence. What can a 12-year-old do except to feel angry about what she had done when she was alive? Also, what can a child rationalise?
I have to say I don't get why Deokjoong said those words because he was the only adult who was with her since the death of her family. This is why Hye was angry: to hear someone say that she should be killed and that she's not able to survive alone is disheartening. He was guilty of encouraging a traumatised 12-year-old to attempt suicide, and he hasn't made an attempt to rectify his words or tell her what she's done is wrong and it's not her fault. What the writer didn't explain was this: was Deokjoong an idiot that he didn't realise how damaging his words were, or was he under some kind of influence (at this point, not Hye's) to say those horrible things? Could it also mean that 12 years-old Hye misinterpreted what Deokjoong was saying?
Alright, let's talk about why Hye might be able to retain her psychic powers. (Again, this is worldbuilding and has got nothing to do with how real life operates. Duh.)
Theory 1: Dail realises and knows a fetch's powers are learned skills. For example, if you know how to build a table from scratch, you should be able to do it from scratch, regardless of your form as a person or a fetch. Like Dail, he's still a sharp detective, and he knows his shit even when he's a fetch because that's what he's good at. Whereas Hye who have been a fetch the majority of her existence is good at mind manipulation. What she learned as a ghost gets carried to when she's alive.
Theory 2: I've mentioned show Hye's a great manipulator, and how she tricked both Dail and Yeowool into believing that only one of them has the power to kill her. Let's say Dail was the one who wasn't supposed to kill her, and it's Yeowool who was supposed to do it (which I think is the truth), Hye wasn't 'properly' killed, and with him doing the deed, he entrapped her spirit. Someone who's been in comatose for 25 years is basically dead, for lack of better word, despite Deokjoong going out of his way to keep her alive, hence why he wanted Yeowool's body to become Hye's new host. But what had happened was that it was Dail who'd done it, and he used the weapon that killed Yirang. So back to Theory 1: because of this, she was able to return to her body along with her powers.
It's safe to say that in a fictitious story, in my aunt's words, the bad guys will have the advantage, and the good guys will need to struggle in order to defeat the bad guys. However, there's a downside to Hye being advantageous (alive and possesses mind manipulation powers).
I'm not going to pretend as if I liked this Alive!Hye thing. I genuinely don't like where it's going. We've seen Dail and Yeowool in distress in their attempts at defeating her, and Hye's always been the strongest, and just like a sadist, I love it. To end Fetch!Hye, it'll be an equivalent to a boss level fight. It would've been fun to watch them go through Hell in order to defeat her, and in return, we'll be able to see better characters' development especially Dail, Yeowool, Sangseob, and Chaewon. It could be done with the involvement of Dail's newfound powers; how he insists on gaining and perfecting the powers he gain, and he ends up being an evil spirit (because we can't all win.)
Alive!Hye's appearance was great -- it created a buzz. Despite it being exciting, I can't help to feel like the writer chickened out from a crazy yet effective plan because they can't outline what will lead to the final battle. It's too easy to kill Alive!Hye, but had it been harder, it'd be worthwhile. For the sake of the story in a long run, it's a half-hearted and desperate attempt to find an easy way out/way to end the story after what the writer had panned out at the beginning of the drama which was very promising.
I enjoy overthinking things. Anything you folks have in mind? :)
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The Degrassi Reunion We All Knew We Wanted
Just days after I posted my last blog about how fire Drake’s new album is going to be (Scorpion, buy it June 29th), he was almost murdered by Pusha T. Pusha T had never once crossed my mind before this beef, but I did used to love to do the ‘Grindin’ beat on the lunch table in my middle school days.
It’s been weeks since the diss track, and literal radio silence from Drake. Kind of a 180 when his last rap battle got him a Grammy nomination. But I’m coming from a place where my former ‘celebrity crush’ murdered minimum 3 people and then hung himself in jail, so Drake would have to do A LOT more to get me off #TeamDrake.
Many people rumored to have ‘called off’ the beef, which doesn't make sense to me. Something tells me Drake is working in the studio to add another track to the album that’s going to set the world on fire, but we have a few weeks for that. In the meantime, Drake did the one thing that will make us all forget about his secret porn star baby. He gave us a Degrassi reunion.
Degrassi means a lot to me personally and is unequivocally a top 5 best show of all time. I spent about 12 hours per day every single day in high school watching Degrassi marathons. I’d stay up until 4am crying on the couch tying to find out if Paige Michalchuk would finally get justice for the dickhead Dean that raped her. It was 13 Reason Why in a less PC time, set in Canada. The slogan for the show was literally, “Degrassi: It Goes There”, and boy did it.
So when I woke up this morning to a new Drake music video featuring a full Degrassi: The Next Generation reunion, I was emotional. We know Jimmy’s rap career finally took off but was he still in the wheelchair? What has Paige been up to since burning her college dorm down and finding out her boyfriend had HIV? Is Craig still struggling with his coke addiction? Was Manny still a skank? I couldn’t wait to find out.
Let’s see a full breakdown of what your favorite Panthers are up to...
Spinner: Look at Spinner now, ears still big AF. Spinner and Jimmy had a great friendship, but it certainly had its speed bumps since Spinner was partially responsible for Drake being shot and eventually ending up in a wheelchair. Where we leave off in this video, Spinner and Jimmy have fully reconciled and are buying some fresh suits for the class reunion. Their freestyle rap on Degrassi was the original diss track, and Drake may want to rewatch this for some inspiration.
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Paige: Paige Michalchuk is the OG HBIC of Degrassi. Kind of mentally unstable, Paige wasn’t the one to fuck with. She was raped (fuck you Dean), performed in the popular girl band PMS, got high before a college interview, and even turned lesbian for a while. Don’t forget the mental breakdown and boyfriend with HIV. After all she’s been through, it’s a miracle that Paige looks this hot now, but did you expect anything different?
Craig: Craig.Fucking.Manning. Craig was one of my first loves. This hair and that emo personality was exactly what I was looking for in 2005. His his award winning performance of “What I Know” by band Downtown Sasquatch was in heavy rotation on my iPod. Craig was the most lovable bipolar kid around. Last we saw Craig he was touring with his successful band and potentially had a very serious coke problem. Current day Craig Manning looks exactly how JC Chasez should look. Good work Craig, still got me hot and bothered.
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Emma and Manny: Everyone’s favorite kinda slutty BFF’s were the hottest girls at Degrassi in 2004 and they are still running the table in 2018. Emma was by far the standout hottest cameo in this video, with only some minor cosmetic surgery. Lucky for Manny, Snapchat wasn’t around in the early 2000′s.
Ashley: This is the outfit you chose for the reunion Ash? You’re supposed to be Drake’s first love. Their relationship was ultimately destroyed when Drake couldn’t get it up and they struggled to keep their sex life alive post-wheelchair.
Rick: Everyone’s least favorite bad boy. The internet has been abuzz with chatter about Jimmy being out of his wheelchair. Maybe he received intense physical therapy and was able to walk again we don’t know. Regardless, Rick had some BALLS to show up to this reunion. This was probably the only school shooting in Canada in the past 20 years. Rick deserves to be jailed and honestly the school should be ashamed they didn’t see this coming earlier. People forget the time he shoved his plus size model girlfriend (looking smokin hot in this video BTW) and put her in a coma after she hit her head on a rock. You better run from that OVO squad Rick.
Ellie: Ellie was the redhead goth girl, best friends with the token gay kid Marco. She struggled with self-harm and alcoholic parents, but was always pretty chill. I’ve watched this video approximately 400 times and I’ve noticed that Ellie and Jimmy are a liiiiiiitle close. Shoot your shot girl. You’d make a great step-mom.
The rest don’t need a full shoutout but we got to see Marco, Toby, Hazel, Terri, Liberty, and a few others I don’t recognize because I stopped watching. Including one super hot mixed
Notably absent: J.T (although he was murdered RIP), Sean, Alex (Paige’s lesbian lover), Jay.
While we’re at it here are some of my favorite storylines from the show.
- In an effort to seem more cool while her parents are out of town, Ashley takes ecstasy and embarrasses herself in front of all her friends.
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- Emma gets invited to a party at “The Ravine” where she gets a bracelet indicating she must give some random guy head in a van.She promptly contracts gonorrhea.
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- High school president Liberty (ironic) gets pregnant by J.T. because the “condom slipped off”. J.T gets heavily into stealing oxycodone from his job and selling it to drug dealers. He is the actual plug. With the stress of his impending fatherhood, J.T. accidentally takes too many pills. Miraculously he survives but Liberty puts the baby up for adoption. After falling in love with a teen mom from a rival school (enter Nina Dobrev), J.T. is brutally stabbed by a student for pretty much no reason. WARNING: This is still super fucked up.
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THANK YOU DRAKE, ALL IS FORGIVEN
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Some excerpts from the playthrough
I was pretty close to getting chills from that intro. That is the most atmospheric video game intro I’ve experienced thus far. All the way from the menu to the actual game. Fucking damn.
(Apart from maybe Dragon Age Inquisition.)
Made it through the first part on the first try. Saved.
It didn’t save as far as I thought it would and I had to do it again, failing four times. :-(
“Behold, my amazingly rendered abs. And flat-ass face.”
You can tell this is game was a first attempt in many things; such as delivering awkward, awkward lines.
There is a mission briefing mimicking VHS tapes and I fucking love it.
Whuh... COLONEL DID YOU KILL HIS DOGS? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
So... that was intensly antagonistic of a character who have up to this point been delivering barely any support apart from diet-coke Sun Tzu.
Speaking of Sun-Tzu...
As of writing I’ve finished MGS2, and there’s a certain related part of that that I will get into on a later date, but this one, more than what’s to come, reminds me of that police interrogation in The Venture Bros.
YOUU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
In the most threatening way possible, say the words: Follow the mice.
These controls are hUaORRIBLe
In one way, yes, it adds to the difficulty without being forced, but good fucking god, trying to figure out which direction I’m supposed to push the stick while pressing up against a wall is a nightmare. And having to stand still while shooting and not being able to move while aiming at all is... not very user-friendly design. Thank God for auto-aim
In a similar vein, a third-person shooter with the camera angle being from what we Norwegians call bird perspective is a bit of a challenge
The game play is still pretty dope though
Bee tee dubbs, the ex-Fox unit is hereby dubbed the Suicide Squad
(I would totally play a super-hero video game with that kind of lay-out of the villains and the hero. I think this could actually transfer to comics as well, the way the villains are set-up, introduced and used.)
First meeting with Metrosexual Noodle Eastern.
"I love to reload during a battle! There's nothing like the feeling of slamming a long silver bullet into a well greased chamber." — Revolver Ocelot, Metal Gear Solid.
I bet you do, Ozzie
This game is not complete without a ninja.
There’s a masturbation joke lying in there somewhere.
So far this game has been surprisingly Not Gay. Except from Snake’s sick abs, but then comes Otacon and fucks my shit up on so many levels.
Johny’s grand introduction: Face down, ass up
Meryl... I really like Meryl, but she is so obviously one of the “not like other girls”, tomboy-ish archetype that isn’t really all that useful. It’s pretty sad, because we see her kick ass. We know she can, so it’s a little sad that she isn’t properly utilized.
Poor Otacon.
The ninja was depressingly easy to best. I know the TWEETHT!! that comes later with this guy, but man, you’d think it’d be more of a fight.
OH. MY GOD. Let me count down how many ways Otacon’s introduction is gay.
After being saved from death by katana, Otacon stares at Snake downward-up. When the camera stops, we get a damn good shot, yet again, of Snake’s Sick Abs.
“You’re uniform is not like the others...”
The disappointment in Otacon’s voice upon learning that he was not the goal.
The symbolism of Otacon literally coming out of the closet.
Snake sitting with legs crossed like a fucking femme fatale as he and Otacon catch up to speed
Snake inspecting Otacon, crotch on up
Snake walking up to Otacon until he’s one foot away, laying his hand on his shoulder and asking “you okay?” in an uncharacteristic, caring voice: and Otacon being weirede out by it, commenting: “What’s wrong, getting all friendly all of a sudden...”, to which Snake just awkwardly backs away and says “uh nothing, just... glad you’re okay”
Forget Meryl, Hal’s your love interest and we all know it.
“I’ve been therapied into not having an interest in men and no one can break the spell at all none at all nuh-uh...”
And of course Snake is going to prove them wrong.
Eww.
Call it a product of its time, but still, gross.
Bee-tee-dubbs, Otacon and Snake discussing Meryl’s low-pixelated ass strikes me as hilariously “no homo”. I’m pretty sure, given how Hideo is on the subject in later games, that all of it is intentional. Subtext included.
Psycho Mantis, stop dissing my game stats
Poor dude. Seriously, that is a sad and solid backstory for a character
“Riussiain lieady rieportyingk in on wieapions”
I like her tho
Man, this game... In all of the silliness it is STILL on-point with its social commentary. Nastasha’s talks about the START programs, nuclear disarmament, the money involved, the ultimate plan of the Foxhound members, nuclear programs made for short-range launches... All of these are things that I’ve seen in the news this week, and what goes on in the game takes place in the year 2005. Not to mention us becoming more and more desensitized to violence and warfare. It is frightening to behold. I wish I had it in me to talk about all of this at length, because there is really a well of subject matters to discuss here.
Once again I experience a video game trying to impose on me that, in the story, something is urgent, but in reality, I have hours of backtracking if I want to.
I... kinda like the voice they gave Sniper Wolf. And that she’s Kurd; it is nice to see that Hideo remembers a little history. And it brings a little variation in a very formulaic artistic industry.
There is nothing so jarring as video game characters talking specifically about the controls on your PS controller. Abs are still sick.
I like the little touch that this death will be different from the others, and set you somewhat back in progress. Not enough for it to make an impact, but I appreciate the effort; the game is present even on its own metalevel
Otacon, you sap. Oh and thank you for massaging my arm, Naomi
If Johnny were ever to be in a Rambo-parody the first movie would be called Johnny - First Brown
My old enemy...
Stairs...
OTACON DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT SUBTEXT MEANS
My tactic for handling this: laying down land mines whenever possible and run like a pussy.
Sniper’s demise, the entire scene for all parties involved, is pretty heartfelt
still
you two should kiss
I have literally played Die Hard.
HUHHHH! THE PLOT THICKENS! WE’VE BEEN BETRAYED!
Vulcan Raven has no sense of humor. I am big man McLargebeef. Fear me.
One of the greatest things about this game is the boss fights. All of them are different and interesting, fun to play. Same goes for the rest of the game: nothing ever gets to the point of being samey.
I mentioned atmosphere earlier, and oh how I do love this for keeping it throughout. This feels like a beautiful tribute to the 80′s action movies, in tone and spirit as well. This is what the 80′s style tribute that we’ve seen lately really ought to be: specs of hilarity and ridiculoussness mixed with complete sincerity and genuine, dark depth, without getting to caught up in aesthetic.
Metal Gear Chicken.
How can anyone survive working on that thing.
I wonder what Ocelot really thought of Liquid.
GAAASP! MILLER IS BRITISH! OH NO!
Liquid is just an asshole, but if that was his upbringing I feel a little bad for him. No wonder he hyper-compensates.
Snake takes these news surprisingly well
Snake being made into a weapon, robbed of information that he really needs: this game makes his feelings and responses, however douchy, feels quite earned
I am fighting a giant mecha and this is STILL a stealth game.
Okay that... that surprise from Gray Fox actually was a surprise.
And what the fuck is he MADE of.
So Richard Dawkins is to blame...
OF COURSE-
SHIRTLESS BATTLE! OVER A WOMAN!
“MACGYVEEEEEEEEEER!”
Surprise bitch
I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me
Liquid’s death is surprisingly evocative for me. I really do feel like Liquid’s plan is more important to him than anything, because he that desperately needs to prove himself in the light of his “father”.
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WILL YOU
SHUT UP
BTW I made it through without sacrificing Meryl. I’ve learned what happens in the other ending, and it is pretty dumb how that one leads so much better into the next game than the other. And while on the subject
Woah, yet another twist. Although knowing what I do about Ocelot now it is hardly that surprising. The impact of this is still satisfying and intriguing, because there are things in the game that for someone who isn’t already completely familiar with them seems a bit weird. The reveals here makes some things falll into place, and I am surprised that the game actually did specifically build up to a sequel
It strikes me that I haven’t talked once about the performances. While there are a lot of them that don���t go all in, you gotta give David Hayter props for this, as well as several of the others. This must’ve been so very strange to work on for all of them: not quite a translation from a japanese work, not quite American either, giving this exposition-heavy dialogue a unique life of its own
And the game naming Snake after him is a very cute touch, one that I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t thought of before. And no one could give Snake the layers of believable capability and apparent ineptitude better than he.
IQ of 180 my ass.
GOD that ending dragged on.
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Poets Diary
this is going to sound strange, and interesting, I'm kind of shocked, but in a way, I am not, considering, I exist,
so I'll begin from the beginning,
last week, a few days ago, my sister Victoria came to our house, with her children, to see if her stimulus check arrived, she also asked me for 20 dollars, I gave her 30, her life can feel like a mess at times, but that’s not the point here,
so anyway, my 6 year old niece, asks me if I can take her to the store, to get something for her, of which I agree too, as we’re walking, my 7 year old nephew Braiyden comes running behind, saying he wants to go to, ok fine, so we walk, to this store, where my friend Tony works, and Braiyden has my dads phone, of which im aware of, so we walk, cross the street, blah blah blah, and I tell the kids I have to first go to the atm at the laundry mat, to get Victoria her money, so we enter into the laundry mat, and braiyden leaves my dads phone in there, without any of us realizing it,
so as were coming back to my house, her kids run back to her, she’s at her car, talking to my dad, and my grandmother who also just arrived, and as I was handing my dad a can of coke, he asks “where’s my phone ?” and I'm like what ?
then he asks Victorias Kids, and they say they don’t know, and he’s all like “oh no” when Victoria is all like, cmon Ant, lets go find it,
so she hops out of her car, and takes off, around the corner, I'm following, but she’s fast, she’s already almost crossing the street,
so I catch up to her, we cross the street, go to my friend Tony, who says Braiyden didn’t leave a phone in there, Victoria immediately leaves, meanwhile I catch out the side of my eye, my friend Tony, looking at my sisters ass, LOL, so I say goodbye, and head over to the laundry mat,
where she says “I found it”
so we walk out, were laughing, talking about her kids,
when she’s all like
“oh look dad has a Facebook message from someone”
and she opens his phone,
and blurts out “WTF”
and I'm not paying any attention, when she blurts out
“Dad is talking to...” I won’t write the woman’s name,
but he was talking to a childhood friend of ours from
Long Beach, that we grew up with, her brother was my best friend,
she and her brother, used to stay weeks with us, their mother, I called “Aunt”
apparently they’ve been engaged in a secret relationship, btw this woman is 27
my dads 56, but looks much much younger,
so Victoria is reading their messages, and I'm like what the fuck,
when our DAD comes walking up on us, and I'm all like, ok don’t say anything,
so she gives him his phone,
but he doesn’t suspect anything,
and over the last few days, Victoria and I have been speaking on how
to deal with this,
she’s upset, because this young woman, was one of her closest friends,
but I convinced her to let it be, to not make a fuss of this, because its two people involved and you don’t want to hurt them,
but privately myself, I'm kind of proud and shocked in a way,
if anyone ever wanted to know where I get my “lover-vibe”
its definitely from my parents who are both,
highly sexual, highly passionate, highly sensual, and they both know how to ensnare and attract people,
so ok,
here’s one more funny thing,
I just woke up, actually had a few nightmares, but I woke up, I'm watching
Fox NFL Sunday pregame, show,
and I go on Facebook on my phone,
and literally, I see a post from the young woman my dad is having an affair with
she literally writes, of which I took a screenshot and sent it to Victoria lol
she wrote, “The best way to learn a second language is through a lover...”
and I'm like WHOA, haha DAD are you kidding me lol, so I'm reading the comments, and she’s talking about my dad obviously not mentioning him, outright, she’s telling her girlfriends, how her lover, speaks Spanish and how she wants to learn,
and it made me smile with pride, my dad, is the “Latin Lover” and he really does know how to love, I'm happy for him, and she btw is a complete fucking knockout, so GO DAD ! haha
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Cherry Red II
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin
Genre: Smut with plot?
Word count: 5.3k
Summary: Yoongi’s had enough of Jimin playing around, and realizes some things on his own
Note: I am telling y’all now, I have no idea how to write smut, I winged it all, I have no experience, I need references, I had no references but you asked for it so here! You! Go! Ohmygod it’s finally done I’m pretty sure I screamed in relief in the middle of class once I finished. I am so sorry if this sucks, this is my first ever Yoonmin smut, I don’t know how to write smut ohmygod please be gentle (Not proofread btw)
Upon arriving at their shared suite, Yoongi had never seen Jimin dash for his room as fast as he had when they stepped in. Taehyung and Jungkook staring with wide confused eyes as their hyungs merely laughed and teased an exasperated Yoongi.
The presidential suite had three separate bedrooms, all of which contained their own bathroom. Namjoon and Jin one shared without much protest from the other members, Yoongi and Hoseok were paired together which left the maknae to create chaos in a room of their own.
Yoongi sat on his bed as he dug through his bag for something to wear, when Jin said get ready for dinner, it often meant that they were going out for the night and going back to work tomorrow. Yoongi had almost forgotten they were in the middle of a tour. Yoongi reached for his black ripped jeans, throwing a shirt similar to the one he was wearing over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. Upon passing the open door that lead to the living room, Yoongi caught sight of Jimin; in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Jimin stopped just as Yoongi had, noticing the older boy just the same. Yoongi blinked repeatedly as his mouth hung slightly, trying to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. A smirk made its way to Jimin’s face and he hadn’t tried to control it. His hand gripped one end of the towel that was tucked into his hip as he took slow steps towards the door. Jimin eyed Yoongi with a newfound confidence, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if Jimin was faking it this time or not. Yoongi stared at Jimin’s slow moving figure, the dancer’s fingers leisurely pulling at the white fabric. Yoongi gulped down the saliva that began to gather in his mouth, watering at the idea of seeing what Jimin had been keeping under those tight leather jeans during countless performances.
Jimin tilted his head to the side, water dripping from his still wet hair. He watched as Yoongi gawked at his toned abs, Jimin hadn’t been working out as much anymore but he still made sure to keep his figure in good condition.
The younger boy could feel the towel loosen around him, his V-line coming into delicious view for Yoongi. Jimin thought he saw a drop of sweat roll down Yoongi’s temple but he couldn’t be sure. The ruckus caused by their friends in Namjoon and Seokjin’s shared room didn’t hinder Jimin’s hungry gaze.
With one hand plucking the towel from his skin at an agonizingly slow pace, Jimin’s other made its way to the door handle but Yoongi was in too much of a daze to notice; the growing bulge in his shorts making Jimin smile. The towel fell away from Jimin’s backside; exposing a large portion of his muscular thigh and making Yoongi choke back a breath, the dancer’s front still, disappointingly, very covered. Jimin broke into a full out smile, his eyes turning into little crescents as the hand he had placed on the door slowly pushed it towards its frame. Clicking in place as Jimin locked it to avoid anyone walking in on him changing.
Yoongi stood frozen in his place, still staring at the door with a cold sweat running down his neck even when Hoseok had finally exited his hyungs’ room, Taehyung’s loud yelling slicing through the thick tension Jimin had left Yoongi to bask in.
“Hyung?” Hoseok’s voice came, Yoongi looked at him sharply, breathing laboured as he swallowed down the urge to storm over to Jimin’s room, bang on the door and attack the young dancer as soon as he’d open it. He’d pay for this later. “What’s gotten into you?”
Yoongi was just about to choke out a poor excuse which would’ve been taken for word vomit until he realised how hard Jimin had made him from the sinful show he performed. Gulping nervously, he readjusted his shorts, fidgeting profusely so as to confuse Hoseok even further. “N-Nothing.”
Hoseok was going to ask him what had happened but Yoongi cut him off before he could get a word out, dashing into the bathroom with haste and a death grip on the doorknob as he slammed it close and locked it behind him. The throb in his groin dulling slightly but not lessening any of his discomfort; At least it was his turn to shower.
Yoongi loved alcohol. He loved getting drunk with his friends and laughing at nothing in particular just because everything was so funny.
What Yoongi didn’t like was the crappy music and stench of sweat that radiated off the mosh pit of a place that was known enough to be the talk of the town, but let absolutely anyone in. He understood that everyone was here to have fun, so was he, but he just couldn’t get over his pet peeves. It took too much effort. Young had been to countless clubs and parties, the idol life generously supplying them with contacts and “friends”, but never had he ever sat in their designated VIP booth and scowl at the crowded merriment he found himself in, until now.
Taehyung was already on his third glass of beer, had downed his fifth shot of the night and was just about to order a flaming blowjob when a slightly lesser than drunken Jungkook pulled his arms down and told Taehyung to at least finish his beer before getting a new drink. The maknae was visibly touchy feely with Taehyung, unconsciously snuggling into his neck when the latter would sit back and take a breather and as well as keeping a hand rested on Taehyung’s thigh so as to reassure Taehyung, or himself, that someone was going to take care of him.
Young thought that Jungkook was doing a horrible job of doing keeping Taehyung in check, since he was on the verge of wasted just the same.
Seokjin was the designated driver for the night. Sipping on a strawberry margarita, he sat with a leg folded over the other and watched his dongsaengs enjoy themselves… and humiliate themselves. Namjoon chose to liven up, but not as far as Taehyung took himself. Being the leader of the group required him to be painstakingly presentable at all times, even if they were all out having fun and letting loose; so Namjoon had to sit tight with Seokjin.
Hoseok was the one feeding Taehyung his alcohol, Yoongi observed, and had become the younger’s hype man for the night; shouting and cheering at Taehyung to drink faster and order some more. Why wasn’t Yoongi’s only hung in the group scolding him and nursing the young maknae to sobriety, Young wanted to know as well.
With his arms crossed, glare settled on his face, Yoongi threw a leg over the other and leaned into the cushioned booth. The bass of mainstream song reverberated through his eardrums and Yoongi thought of how he could easily produce a better song, with a sicker beat.
But these people probably wouldn’t know good music even if it hit them in the face. Oh well.
Yoongi sighed, reaching for his rum and coke and taking light sips from it, eyeing the crowd for a subject of any level of interesting.
Jimin had been eyeing Yoongi the entire night, hoping to drag his hyung’s attention onto him so they could get to more fun activities rather than sitting here and being as miserable as they both were, watching Taehyung humiliate himself as well as the rest of them as well as dealing with crappy music. Jimin could see that Yoongi was trying his hardest not to storm over to the DJ and take over. He could see him biting the inside of his cheek, a clear attempt at trying to control himself.
“Hyung” Jimin called, momentarily forgetting that he had four of them. He laughed, apologizing for not being more specific. “Yoongi-hyung”
Seokjin, Hoseok and Namjoon all went back to watching their personal entertainment, Taehyung, as Jimin nodded his head towards the rest rooms of the VIP area. He stood up, not bothering to look back or wait for Yoongi to catch up. Jimin knew he would follow.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Jimin, the rest of his friends not noticing the tension that Yoongi was suffocating in, or not saying anything to acknowledge it. He stood up; following behind him with his hands inserted into his the pockets of his skinny jeans.
“Jiminah?” he called, pushing the door to the male’s restroom open and stepping inside cautiously as he kept a keen eye out for where the young dancer was. As Yoongi trekked further into the tiled room, the door behind him slammed shut, with a smug looking Jimin leaning against it whose arms were crossed on his chest.
“Jiminah what is this?” Young asked, tone uninterested and face fallen. “You’re all over the place, but you’re not.”
The dancer cocked his head to the side, a tiny teasing smile on his face as he locked the door behind him and slowly approached Yoongi. Jimin could see the older boy stiffen slightly, his jaw tightening and his shoulders drawing back with every step Jimin took. With no space between them, Jimin’s hard on pressing lightly against Yoongi’s as his hands made their way to rest on Yoongi’s chest.
“Hyung, you didn’t finish something.” Jimin smiled devilishly, leaning forward to brush his lips against the doll-like pair he’s been dying to kiss for a long time. “I want you to finish it.”
With a growl and sharp exhale, Yoongi ripped Jimin’s hands off his clothed skin and pushed him harshly to the door.
“You think you get to play with me like this?” Yoongi questioned, hands slamming against the door beside Jimin’s head, the dancer’s eyes frantic and wide as he stared into Yoongi’s blown pupils. “Are you even ready for me?”
Jimin relaxed, and he scoffed.
“You underestimate me, hyung.” Jimin whispered, biting the rapper’s lower lip teasingly, “Why don’t you undress me and see just how ready I am?”
Yoongi pulled back, withdrawing a hand from where it lay and gripping Jimin’s face harshly with his long fingers. The other making its way south, similarly cupping the tent that had formed in Jimin’s tight jeans.
The younger boy moaned shamelessly, pushing his hips farther into Yoongi’s, begging for more friction, more force, more anything. Jimin was desperate to be touched and he wanted Yoongi to do it. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing a smile as Yoongi’s eyes lowered to watch.
Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s shoulders harshly, forcing him to turn around and press the side of his face against the bathroom door. Jimin was thankful Seokjin had agreed to the maknaes pleas to enjoy themselves at a club, or his plan would never have been put into action; not anywhere any quieter than this, if the adjective could apply to the entertainment hub for that matter, which Jimin is also thankful for that it doesn’t.
“I wanted to do this once we got back,” Yoongi whispered, pressing his lips to the skin of Jimin’s neck “knowing the others would be too worn out to wake up when you’d be screaming my name but I guess a little slut like you doesn’t know how to wait, hmm?”
Jimin whimpered at Yoongi’s words, jolts of electricity making their way down his spine to the growing bulge that Yoongi was massaging gently. Shallow breaths and rugged pants drifted through Jimin’s lips, his eyes clenching shut as he tried to withstand the teasing Yoongi was putting him through.
Yoongi didn’t say much thereafter, merely continuing to nip and bite at whatever exposed skin Jimin let him have while the latter continued to non-verbally beg for more.
Yoongi pressed his crotch into Jimin’s ass, the pressure causing a low growl to rise from his throat and a slightly higher pitched whine to escape from Jimin’s. Yoongi realised that he hadn’t even kissed the younger, feeling kind of guilty but unable to do anything about it given their current position. So he tried to make it up to Jimin by leaving a trail of wet kisses down the side of his neck, biting at the bend where Jimin’s neck connected to his shoulders. Yoongi bit and sucked at the tan skin, making sure to leave a mark for everyone to see, not to show them that he was Yoongi’s, but simply that Jimin was taken; and he happened to be taken by Yoongi.
The elder’s name fell in the form of a breathless plea from Jimin’s plump lips, the lower half practically swollen from his biting and worrying of it but as Yoongi squeezed him harder, Jimin only grinded faster and more desperately into his hand, letting Yoongi tug his hair with the other. He wrapped an arm around Jimin’s waist, grinding his own erection into the younger. Groans and grunts falling between them as their pants grew painfully tight.
“Hyung” Jimin whined, his eyes struggling to stay open and his breathing uneven as Yoongi rutted his hips into him. “They’re going to wonder where we are.”
“Let them.” Yoongi growled, biting down particularly hard on Jimin’s shoulder as he unraveled the limb that he’d wrapped around Jimin moments earlier, allowing his hands to fall towards the Jimin’s zipper. Yoongi stepped back slightly, Jimin following suit and supplying the elder with some sort of space to work at his pants.
When Yoongi finally popped Jimin’s button open and practically tore down his zipper, he fell to his knees; bringing the clinging fabric with him and eliciting a gasp from Jimin. Hours upon hours upon hours spent in the gym and practice room over the course of Jimin’s dance life had paid off, Yoongi was convinced of this, as he was face to face with soft skin and firm muscle, kneading the hardworking dancer’s ass cheeks with both his hands. Jimin hummed appreciatively. Yoongi then spread them apart, exposing Jimin’ entrance and then lapping at it with his tongue; he could hear Jimin gasp and moan for more as Yoongi painted a generous amount of saliva onto his skin, kissing and nipping at it as he went.
“So pretty” Yoongi hummed, placing gentle kisses to wherever he could reach “And all mine too, right Minnie?”
As Yoongi punctuated his sentence, he took a significant amount of skin into his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, sending Jimin sliding down the door slightly and further into Yoongi’s face as he moaned loudly and clawed at the wooden door he was set against. He struggle to answer, but gave Yoongi a vigorous nod and pleading “Mhm”
But Yoongi wasn’t satisfied.
“I didn’t hear you Minnie.” He growled, withdrawing to a distance and spanking Jimin as hard as he could from such a restricting position.
“Ah! Yes! Yes, hyung, yes.” Jimin moaned, “All yours. Only yours. Please.”
“That’s more like it”
Yoongi soothed his tongue over the red bite mark he’d left on Jimin’s skin, it wouldn’t bruise, but it was just Yoongi taking the extra step to ensure that Jimin knew he meant no harm and no damage. Soon after inserting his tongue gently into Jimin’s hole, gradually stretching him open for Yoongi’s cock.
Jimin was prepared.
Jimin had been preparing ever since they’d gotten back to the hotel room after Seokjin had interrupted his heated conversation with Yoongi. If Jimin was honest with himself, he’s not at all sure he would have been able to stop himself from throwing himself at Yoongi and devouring him then and there in front of all those people if Seokjin hadn’t cleared his throat of his non-existent phlegm. He was thankful. The evident embarrassment and tent in his pants had given Jimin a sense of reason and control as they all made their way down back to their suite and he had practically locked himself in the maknae’s room.
Jimin would willingly damn himself to the underworld rather than having the other six know that he brings “Stress relievers” wherever they go. No one knows this aside from the airport security guards that conduct the x-ray process of his luggage wherever they fly places. But Jimin’s not stupid enough to keep some in his hand-carry. They’re not drugs or alcohol or things of those kinds but it would still garner Jimin, Bangtan and especially BigHit a lot of unwanted attention from the public. As proven in his current situation with Yoongi; Jimin was prepared.
Well prepared.
His ‘stress relievers’ give and allow him as much. Very gratefully to his rescue earlier in the day, Jimin had the choices between his rabbit vibrator, his reasonably unreasonable sized purple dildo, and a large baby blue butt plug. Jimin was invigorated by the choices that lay before him. His hyungs’ and dongsaengs’ voices drifting through the cracks of the door that separated Jimin from their world, reminding him that this is real, he really is going to—somehow—get Yoongi to fuck him. The thought was exciting and Jimin had managed to make himself come untouched under the warm spray of the hotel shower, the thought of Yoongi pounding into him in a semi-public setting later that night turned Jimin on more than he was proud to admit. So when Jimin had caught Yoongi, rather when they had caught each other, and he had successfully teased the other without so much as batting an eye—Jimin knew that he’d be able to get Yoongi to do exactly what he wanted, maybe even do exactly what Yoongi wanted but suppressed.
With Jimin’s face no pressed against the gradually warming bathroom door, he almost can’t believe that Yoongi is finally, fucking finally, eating his ass out the way Jimin always thought he would. Not only did his rapper tongue send the skilled dancer to Hong Kong, it sent Jimin to all sorts of places, making him fell all sorts of things all at once. When Jimin felt Yoongi’s tongue enter his hole, he wasn’t expecting it so soon, clenching and unclenching with a gasp but soon after relaxing as Yoongi kept thrusting the muscle into him.
“F-fuck, Yoongi-hyung” Jimin swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, literally watering at the idea of Yoongi finally sinking his cock into Jimin’s hole, whichever one—Jimin didn’t really care. “Ugh, so f-fucking good, h-hyung”
Yoongi hummed against Jimin’s skin, continuing to lap at and distribute the improvised lube generously. He let a cheek go, its warmth pressing against the side of his face as Yoongi reached around to pump Jimin’s length. The younger let out a significantly loud groan, unconsciously bucking his hips into Yoongi’s hand and making the elder’s tongue run deeper than it already was.
“Yoongi!” Jimin gasped “Yoongi fuck me please, I need you to fuck me”
Yoongi grunted, the sheer desperation and need in Jimin’s voice sending jolts of electricity down Yoongi’s spine and even more blood to the head that Yoongi wasn’t supposed to think with. With one hand still wrapped around Jimin’s length, Yoongi stood as he made his other hand move to the younger’s hip, and as Yoongi turned the dancer around, his back now against the door as Yoongi captured Jimin’s lips in an eager, wet kiss.
Jimin moaned into Yoongi’s mouth as the paler of the two sucked on his tongue, biting gently and letting go; repeating the process as their hands found each other and began to grope at whatever patch of clothing or skin they could find. Jimin’s length exposed to the cold air while Yoongi was still fully clad but just as hard.
“Hyung, strip for me” Jimin gasped against Yoongi’s lips, his breathing causing the latter to shiver and, for some reason, obey.
Yoongi pulled himself off, pulling his black t-shirt over his head as Jimin’s hands fly to work at his jeans’ button and zipper. Once those had been delightfully disposed of, the two worked to get Jimin’s clothes off—completely. With the door locked and full confidence that no one would bother looking for them for a while, Yoongi devoured Jimin’s mouth again, the younger’s arms thrown around his neck where his clung to Jimin’s waist and brought themselves over to the counter tops by the sinks. A loud hiss escapes Jimin’s lips through their kiss as his back hits the cold mirror behind him, urinals littered the wall behind Yoongi as opened his eyes in a daze.
Jimin’s cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip swollen and his entire aura radiating sex. Yoongi wondered how long Jimin had wanted this, if he was just doing all this for Yoongi’s sake.
“Wait” he whispered, eyes still on Jimin’s mouth, hands going limp but not loosening their grip on the dancer’s hips.
“Yoongi, what is it?” Jimin raised a hand to cup Yoongi’s cheek in good-natured concern, his eyebrows furrowing slightly and his breathing gradually coming to a leveled pattern. “Do you want to stop? We can stop; we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Jimin” he whispered, eyes wide and searching the other’s. “I think”
“What is it?”
“You’re beautiful”
A bashful smile stretched on Jimin’s glowing face, his cheeks tinging a dark red at Yoongi’s sweet, unexpected words.
“Yoongi” Jimin said lowly “You’re literally telling me this right when you’re about to fuck me in the bathroom of a club in Hawaii?”
Yoongi smiled, Jimin following suit as soon as he saw his hyung no longer tense. He brought his hand back to Yoongi’s cheek, the latter cupping the other side and called his name within a whisper, pulling his face up and resting their foreheads against each other with their eyes slightly closed.
“Why don’t you fuck me until everyone in this club knows I’m all yours?”
“Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice”
Jimin jumped off the counter, tightening his hold around Yoongi’s neck as he captured his lips once again, struggling to control his smile and kiss properly. Yoongi reached his hand down to wrap around Jimin’s length, making the younger gasp into their kiss and giving Yoongi the opportunity to take Jimin’s tongue into his mouth and suck.
“Yoongi,” Jimin panted, pulling away as Yoongi tried to chase after his lips “Yoongi, I can’t take it, just fuck me already.”
“So impatient”
Yoongi turned the dancer around, shoving his upper body down onto the counter top and trailing his hand down the length of his back, finally stopping to squeeze and clutch at Jimin’s ass once again.
“Yoongi I swear to god right now”
“Shut up” Yoongi growled, punctuating his command with a slap to Jimin’s ass, emanating a long groan from the latter. Yoongi spat into his hand, enveloping his hardened length and experimenting with a few strong tugs. He rubbed the head against Jimin’s hole, pushing in slightly to see how easily or how difficult it would be for Jimin to take him in. “You’re going to get what’s coming to you one way or another, you slut.”
Jimin hummed delightfully at the degradation, feeling so erotically filthy for his hyung.
Yoongi spat again and rubbed his hand against his mode of entrance, not usually a fan for this but any lubrication was better than no lubrication. Jimin let out breathy gasps and short moans, enjoying the feeling of Yoongi’s long and gentle fingers.
“Hyung, hurry the fuck—oh fuck!”
Yoongi let out a long groan, throwing his head back as he relished in the feeling of being inside Jimin. Finally. A slight push of resistance forced him to slow down, needing to push harder as he continued. Once buried to the hilt, Yoongi was panting, and finally held his head upright and looked at the gorgeous person bent in front of him. Jimin was resting his forehead against the top of his forearm, his back rising and falling desperately and sweat only beginning to bead on his skin.
It made Yoongi feel proud of his self.
“You need to relax”
“I am”
“Your asshole says otherwise”
“Fuck you”
“Aren’t you already?”
“Fucking bitch, Yoongi I swear to god will you just shut up and—“
Jimin finished with a grunt, with Yoongi already understanding his hilariously eager pleas as the elder retreated until only the head lay inside, and thrust back into Jimin until his hips were pressing against firm flesh. There was still a slight resistance to Yoongi’s advancements; he could see Jimin shutting his eyes tightly through the mirror, breathing through his mouth in short gasps and vivid moans.
“Relax, baby” he cooed, running a hand up and down Jimin’s strong back in attempts to soothe him “You’re doing so good for me, so, so good for hyung”
Jimin bit his lip, eyes still closed but visibly less tense than before. Gradually, Yoongi was able to move smoothly, gaining speed with a sense of neediness, and vigor. His grip on Jimin’s hips tightened; his fingers digging into the dancer’s soft tan skin that he’s sure would leave discoloration. As Yoongi sped up, Jimin became louder; the sound of skin on skin echoing through the tiled walls of the club’s bathroom, the EDM’s bass ringing through the subtly vibrating walls. Yoongi grunted, relishing in the feeling of warmth that surrounded his pride, Jimin tightening himself around Yoongi only made the latter fuck him even more forcefully than before.
Jimin’s upper body was moving back and forth from how hard Yoongi thrust into him, having to brace himself with a sweaty hand on the clear mirror, but becoming too weak to hold it up, eventually having it slide back down onto the counter; leaving a print made of warm sweat.
With a growl and his eyebrows scrunched together, Yoongi reached lower to lift Jimin’s left leg onto the counter. The younger’s flexibility allowed Yoongi better access, and a better angle. With Jimin spread wider than before, Yoongi reached a particular spot inside of Jimin that he was struggling to find earlier; making him scream.
“Yoongi! There! Right there!”
He kept his angle, thrusting harder, faster, and continued rubbing against Jimin’s prostate with fervor. Jimin couldn’t control his moans even if he tried, the feeling of fullness finally enveloping him, the feeling of wholeness as Yoongi was finally inside him overwhelmed the younger.
Yoongi reached for Jimin’s hair, pulling him up to make him watch their sinful act in the now fogging mirror. His back arched at a painful angle, but Yoongi knew that Jimin was enough of a talented dancer to not mind it. The younger’s mouth fell open, grunts and moans mixed in with his inhales and exhales of breath, the occasionally need to swallow down the excess saliva forming in his mouth. Jimin watched as Yoongi bit his lip, concentrating on lasting long and making Jimin come first. He gyrated his hips, trying to touch and rub as much of Jimin’s inner walls as he could reach, the motions earning Yoongi strangled whimpers and choked back profanities.
Jimin could feel the tight knot forming in the pit of his stomach, a fire burning inside his gut as his balls seemed to bear too much of what he had to offer. He told Yoongi this, whining out the words he knew he wouldn’t be able to say properly. Yoongi sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the four corners of the bathroom.
He pulled out of Jimin, eliciting a disappointed and frustrated whine from him but Yoongi only turned him around once more, wordlessly, and set him on the counter top yet again. Yoongi pulled Jimin’s hips towards him, the dancer’s ass hanging off the edge and causing Jimin to lie back on his elbows as Yoongi thrust into him again.
“Hyung,” Jimin gasped, his voice going hoarse and sending shivers up and down Yoongi’s spine. He bit his lip before trying to speak again, “I’m so close, please.”
It was with four curious knocks to the bathroom door that Yoongi unconsciously decided to wreck Jimin, pounding into him with a newfound rashness. Jimin couldn’t shut his mouth even if he tried, he may not have heard the knocks on the door, but from whomever those knocks originated from; they could hear Jimin loud and clear. And they knew who was making Jimin as vocal as he was.
Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s length tightly, trying to tug it along with the rhythm he had established his thrusts to. “Come for me, Jimin. Come for hyung like a good boy.”
Jimin let out a long groan as he twitched in Yoongi’s hold, spurts of hot cum shooting towards him and landing on his chest and along his abs. Yoongi’s thrusts turned sloppy but didn’t decrease in rigidity, Jimin’s legs wrapped around the elder’s waist as he scraped his nails down Yoongi’s chest, making sure to capture his nipples right in the middle of it. Yoongi released what Jimin could only label as an animalistic moan, his dick tightening inside of Jimin before finally going still, spurting his thick cum into Jimin. Yoongi grunted with every release, pressing himself further and harder as he continued to let go.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and no dialogue exchange, Yoongi pulled out of Jimin, much to the latter’s disappointment and made his way to the tissue dispenser. Jimin lay on the counter top, uncomfortably, with his legs dangling off the edge as Yoongi came back to wipe him off. Muttering an apology as he started to clean the younger, Jimin flinched; still sensitive and sore from how Yoongi handled him.
“In my defense, you’re the one who wanted me to make you scream.”
Jimin’s forearm covered his eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily and rumbling with laughter as Yoongi asked him what had happened to his dancer’s stamina. They redressed in silence, an occasional giggle escaping from Jimin as Yoongi shot him a wink or a smirk. The elder shot a pout as soon as Jimin had pulled up his boxers and zipped up his jeans, earning a playful smack from his visual muse of the moment.
“So what now?” Yoongi asked, clearing his throat in disappointment, he didn’t expect himself to sound so vulnerable. He assumed that because he called Jimin beautiful, the younger might have an idea or some kind of glimpse of what Yoongi felt for him but then again, Jimin’s always been told he’s beautiful; Yoongi was just part of a really long list.
“Hyung,” Jimin muttered, approaching the other slowly “I really like you” Yoongi’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, certainly not expecting that. “But I don’t know if we can do this.”
“Why not?”
“Fans, management, the public eye constantly on us now that we’re going global.” Jimin pursed his lips together; reaching for Yoongi’s hands to wrap his own in. “The list goes on.”
Yoongi nodded his head, a humorless smile stretching on his face. He kissed Jimin once, hard, and a real smile took the place of the one before as he pulled himself away.
“That’s in public Jimin.” He chuckled, pulling his dongsaeng towards the door to finally reunite with the others. “Doesn’t mean we can’t do more of this in private, right?”
Jimin couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.
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the declassified texts of the inquisition’s elite [34]
(203): You have such a talent for this
(603): Friendship, or finding weed?
(203): Yes
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(651): oh, he’s out of jail btw. as of about 6pm. one of his customers bonded him out apparently lol
(651): Like he really got a coke fiend to bond him out?
“It’s like all you guys think I’mg good for is scoring drug deals and conning my way into circles we need to infiltrate for info and shit,” Sera waves a hand, keeping the other steady with the flashlight as Kaaras and Malika bend over the IED they’re working on reverse engineering. It’s Sera’s bomb. They’re learning by trying to take it apart and put together simultaneously on separate components.
Sera’s thrown in a few extra things with the components to see if they’ll be able to figure it out on their own or if they’ll make something completely different. Sera’s hoping for something different because the two of them come from different fields and can probably put a twist on it that Sera can’t figure out. Regular shit gets boring fast. She’s about due for some inspiration. It feels like she hasn’t made anything great since that ferrous solution bomb with the magnets.
“Well,” Malika says slowly, tongue poking out between her teeth as she traces the wires with the tip of her tweezers, eyes quickly flicking from Sera’s bomb to the one Kaaras is carefully building. “I mean. You are good at both things.”
“I have a feeling the finding weed part is the part that Max meant. I don’t want to be remembered for that. I want to be remembered for the cool shit I’ve done and the people I’ve pissed off and maybe remembered by a few of the cute girls I’ve dated for some of…those things.”
“All of those are admirable things to want to be remembered for. Sera, please hold the light steady.”
“In a real situation you won’t have a steady light.”
“Tell that to Mahanon Lavellan.”
“Introducing Mahanon Lavellan into the equation, by default, makes it an unreal situation.”
“Isn’t the fact that we’re in the Inquisition and do stuff for the Inquisition make it unreal? The rest of it is just…extra.”
“No, no. Mahanon Lavellan is his own type of reality. Just like his sister. Woof. Pain in the ass. Pain in the neck. Pain in the head. Full body pain. Makes you go cross-eyed.”
Sera’s hand free hand snaps around Malika’s wrist. “Nope. Definitely don’t do that.”
Malika and Kaaras let out loud exhales as Malika puts down the tweezers.
“My hands are sweating so much right now.” Kaaras also puts down the tools he was working with, wiping his hands on the front of his jeans.
“Is that different from how you normally are?”
“It’s a different type of anxiety. And my hands don’t always sweat. It’s just when I’m nervous.”
“You’re always nervous.”
“Not when I’m asleep. And this is…deconstructing a live bomb while assembling a perfect copy of it pretty much blind. I have every right to be nervous. If I weren’t nervous I’d be — “
“Mahanon Lavellan?”
“A Lavellan in general.”
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“Where did the coke-head get the money to get him out on bail?” Evelyn asks.
Cullen sighs, voice crackling through the car’s speakers. She can hear him going through something and the general sounds of people in the background coming in and out of his office.
“Does it really matter? No. Don’t answer that. Yes. Everything always matters. Sorry. It’s been…a long day that’s been perfectly topped off with this. This might as well happen at this point, I suppose.” Cullen sighs again. “It took us months to get him behind bars to start with. Now he’s out on bail and chances are he’s going to run for it.”
“Do we not have anyone on that?” Cassandra pulls the truck over, letting it idle on the side of the dark highway. Their convoy follows with them. Evelyn sees Rylen flashing the lights of his truck behind them. Cassandra takes her penlight out, rolling down the window and quickly flashing a code at the convoy.
The cars behind them cut their lights. Cassandra turns the engine off but keeps the truck on.
“We’ve got Herah on it,” Cullen says. “It’ll be fine. Probably.”
“Are you maligning Herah’s ability to do her job?”
“No.”
“But if he’s got a coke head somehow getting enough money to bail him out of jail then there’s something else going on here we can’t predict.”
“Exactly. Leliana’s on it. She’s set Ellana and Edric to follow the money.”
“Unleashed the hounds, has she?” Cassandra sounds amused. She’s not wrong about it. Those two are uncanny with their ability to track finances and find even the smallest of blips in a financial record.
“It was her operation that got him behind bars. She’s very upset that he’s out after only three days. How are things going on your end?”
“Fine, we’re about halfway to our stopping point for the night. Doing a little errand on the way first. Can I call you back once I get to our stop?”
“Yes. Be careful, Inquisitor.”
“No such warning for me?”
“Cassandra Pentaghast? In need of being careful?” Cullen teases, letting out a small laugh, “A warning I should give to whoever crosses your path, more like. Safe travels.”
“Talk to you soon.” Evelyn checks her gun before returning it to its holster.
Cassandra hangs up and turns the car off, reaching around back and getting her shotgun.
As they get out of the car they hear the others in their convoy start to get out as well.
“Tactical gear on?” Cassandra asks, clicking the radio on her vest on. “Is everyone equipped?”
“Yes’m,” Rylen says, coming up to them. “This is the place?”
Cassandra gestures to their left towards the uneven hills. “Entrance is hidden beyond the rise. It’s a ten minute walk. We’ll make it in five as we are. Split up the occupants of the last car. One to each other car in the convoy. Pass the keys. As soon as they see movement start the car, put it in drive and get ready to go. Rest of the teams on me and the Inquisitor. Let’s move.”
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