#btw no one asked but I’m team there’s nothing under the bandages

[myfandomhalf]

I just realized the reason they couldn’t show us Chuuya cleaning up / changing Dazai is because in order to clean all the blood properly he would’ve needed to undo his bandages and they can’t show us what’s under them yet 😭😭

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 319 Spoiler Analysis: Found Family

Holy crap what a phenomenal chapter!  This arc in general has been great, but this chapter might be one of my favorites of the arc.  Not just because it focuses on Class 1-A (I’m so glad to see the kids again), but because of the growth we see in these kids in general especially Bakugo and Shoto IMO.  Like, holy shit ESPECIALLY BAKUGO!  I stand by my opinion that Bakugo is one of the best developed characters in the series.  There’s so much I want to say about this chapter and I’ll try my best to do so if my poor injured left hand will let me 😭:

The chapter starts off with the first of 3 colored pages we’re going to get over the next few weeks to celebrate 7 YEARS OF MY HERO ACADEMIA!!!  CONGRATS, HORIKOSHI-SENSEI!!!  This series revived my love of anime/manga and really helped me in some really rough spots in my life.  I will forever be grateful towards Horikoshi for bringing this series to life and blessing us with such an incredible story full of beautiful characters.  MHA may be a little overrated, but I still think it deserves all the love it can get.  

Anyway, the color page.  It shows Uraraka, Iida (who has red eyes here, so IDK why the anime gives him blue eyes though I do think they work better for him personally *shrugs*), Shoto, Tokoyami, and Bakugo after basically figuring out where Deku went.  Bakugo is shown tearing up his letter (which says something like “Thank you for being there, Kacchan”; there’s more but I can’t translate it 😭) and you can kinda see some bandage wrap around his arm where he was stabbed.  Also, both Bakugo and Shoto still have some visible injuries on their faces and Bakugo’s hands, so they’re still recovering from the War.  It’s a really pretty page in general and I can’t wait to see what the next 2 color pages are going to look like.  I also kinda want Horikoshi to take a break after this too again so he doesn’t overwork himself.  Maybe he’ll treat himself to the MHA: World Heroes Mission movie 🍿.  

So, Shoto and Bakugo have figured out that Deku is most likely with Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist.  Problem is that none of them are answering their phones.  I like that Bakugo calls Best Jeanist “Pair of Denim Pants” 😂 and Shoto’s image of Endeavor is still a very angry version of his old man.  Shoto’s still making amends with his father, but he’s still not THERE yet.  Regardless, these kids are smart enough to know that something’s up.  Especially since All Might hasn’t returned to UA either.

It’s basically confirmed by Ojiro that because classes have been suspended, our Class 1-A kids are still 1-A; they haven’t moved into their second year yet.  That clears up the confusion on whether we should still refer these group of kids as 1-A still or not.  

Now Bakugo’s showing how much of a genius he really is despite his personality.  Bakugo figures out that the Top 3 and All Might are working together as a group based on how they all connected with each other back at Central Hospital.  Also, Bakugo concludes that All Might snuck Deku’s letters under their doors while Deku started running.  Ultimately, Bakugo does know more about Deku and All Might more than anyone else does.  He’s been around his childhood friend and he’s admired his idol longer than most people have.  Bakugo understands how bad the situation is and he’s ready to take action.  

As are the other kids.  You can see how determined they are and you can see Kirishima’s black roots coming in 🥺!  Even Uraraka gets some shine here by bringing up the idea to trick Endeavor to come via getting help from Principle Nezu as Endeavor was a UA student.  It’s really interesting to see Ochako in a more serious roll than usual, but I actually like it.  I hope she’s still as bubbly as she always was at the end of the day, but she’s definitely matured and grown a lot over the corse of the series.  Even the simple things like her hair show it as it’s not as floaty as it was before.  I love it when Horikoshi shows small details like this.  It adds to the characters and stories a lot.  Also, the art in this chapter is amazing.

And now it’s Endeavor vs. Class 1-A in a much needed conversation.  All the kids are wearing their school uniforms to make this as formal and serious as they can.  EVEN BAKUGO IS PROPERLY WEARING HIS TIE YOU KNOW SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN!!!  And, I must say, Bakugo looks damn good with a tie 😳.  You can also get a decent height measurement on the kids here if you want.  Ngl, sometimes I forget that Shoto’s about 2 inches taller than Bakugo.  It’s definitely the hair.  

Shoto’s the first to step up and he scolds the hell out of his old man.  Rightfully so tbh.  Endeavor shouldn’t have ignored Shoto’s calls even though I kind of understood why.  Shoto reminds Endeavor of their plan to stop Dabi though thankfully that’s what’s pushing Endeavor forward so he hasn’t forgotten.  Shoto calls his father “Endeavor” and gets mad at him fro leaving Deku and All Might alone.  The rough translations say he called Izuku “Deku” here too btw.  Endeavor has no response.  I think this anger Shoto’s unleashing is very justified and has been burning inside him since Deku left UA.  His best friend just up and left him and his friends with nothing but a letter to kinda explain things.  Also, Shoto and the rest of 1-A (minus Bakugo) have basically been lied to for about a year.  I’d want answers too if someone did that to me.  

Bakugo steps in by putting a hand on Shoto’s shoulder (🥺) to calm him down a bit and to say his piece.  Ultimately, he thinks what Deku is doing is right, but that the way they’re all doing it is wrong.  I love Deku and All Might, but they’re sacrificial idiots.  They care more about others than they probably ever will themselves.  That’s how All Might lost his OFA in the first place.  It’s because of that that All Might doesn’t have it in him to stop Deku from going down this path.  They shouldn’t have been left alone.  Someone should’ve kept a closer eye on them.  I know the Top 3 were all worried about getting too close to Deku before, but really, someone should’ve been watching them closer on the sidelines.

The next page is a really cool drawing of Endeavor flinging his phone to the kids to catch.  The previous panels showed Endeavor with this face that’s regretful and I think he realized something: That Bakugo is right and that the kids might be better off finding Deku than he is.  So he basically gives the kids his GPS on his phone.  Those are just my thoughts, but it does look like that.  I don't think Endeavor’s just going to up and give up though.  He’s probably going to start rethinking things though.

As Sero manages to catch Endeavor’s phone, he and the rest of the kids think about how even though they’ve only known Deku for a year, they still think of him as family and cannot let him go down this thorny path alone.  They’ll carry the OFA burden with him if they have to.  They can’t smile without Deku around.  These kids truly have become a family over the year.  It’s amazing to see.  Everyone’s like a brother and sister and it’s really nice to see.  I just love Found Family stories, guys 😭❤️

And really quick, I want to focus on my ❄️🔥 boy, Shoto, really quick.  As he’s thinking about Deku, he mentions how shocked he still is about Deku keeping OFA from them and how Deku thought just a letter would suffice.  He has this sad look on his face like he’s trying to say: “I still can’t believe my best friend hid this from me for so long.  Why?  Did he not trust me?”  That’s just my interpretation.  Still, I can’t imagine how upset Shoto must feel.  I think he still cares a lot about Deku enough to go out and find him, but he’s gotta feel some sort of betrayal.  More so than the other students outside of Bakugo because, again, Deku was essentially Shoto’s best and closest friend 💙😭

Endeavor is rightfully worried about letting the kids out in the state of Japan right now, but now Principle Nezu speaks up and praises the kids on growing up so well.  He’s also took into account Deku's feelings about his mission which is why he agreed to the team up.  Also, Deku’s still welcome back to UA whenever he wants thank god ☺️.  He’s a student who has to be protected.  There’s a cute panel of Uraraka and her mom crying happily after getting her acceptance letter too.  Not 100% why this is shown other than Acceptance Letter part, but it’s cute to see.  Maybe Ochako realizes how much Deku needs to be protected or something.

As for the refugees, Nezu had the security system strengthened in time for the Cultural Festival earlier, but they never used it before.  It’s call The UA Barrier.  God, how strong is this thing?  Is it strong enough to stop Shigaraki who was able to Decay the last barrier?  This seems like something that’ll be used in the final battle TBH.  

So, Nezu trust the 1-A kids to bring Deku back home.  Which is exactly what they plan to do as all 19 of them enter Kamino in a badass full page.  I actually wasn’t sure if all 19 of them were there at first since I couldn’t find Shoto for the life of me, but then my eyes saw the BIG-ASS ICE WALL IN THE BACK AND I THOUGHT “OH THERE HE IS!!!” LOL 😂 

The next panel actually does show Shoto with Momo as they capture the villain from the last chapter.  Momo politely calls Bakugo “Bakugo-san”, but Bakugo demands that he be called his insane hero name: “GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT”!  I CAN’T WITH THIS DUDE SOMETIMES WHY DO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 💥🧡

Deku sees his friend and wonders why they came.  Ochako answers because that they were worried about him, but Deku tries to convince everyone (including himself) that he’s fine.  He’s obviously not and Bakugo calls TF out on him!  He even drops a good F-bomb for good measure.  Bakugo mocks Deku for trying to act like All Might and asks Deku if he can even smile right now.  I actually really like it that Bakugo’s calling Deku out on his shit.  I think Deku needs some good tough love right now to knock some sense into him.  Who would be better to do that than Katsuki Bakugo himself?

As Deku is trying to convince everyone that’s he’s fine (while still looking like a demon btw), there’s a small focus on Iida.  Actually, a few panels this chapter have focused on Iida.  Maybe he’s remembering the time Deku saved him back when they went up against Stain.  Deku saved him then so it’s now Iida’s turn to save Deku.  Also, Iida hasn’t gotten much focus lately and I really like his character, so I’m glad he’s being brought back to the forefront again.  Also, I like hearing Kaito-san’s voice in general so I’d be happy to hear him again (thanks for that one, Haikyuu).

The final spread shows Deku telling everyone to move away while Bakugo, Iida, and Ochako get ready to stop him.  IT’S DEKU VS. CLASS 1-A!!!  WE’RE ENTERING CIVIL WAR FOLKS!!!  Seriously, though, this is great.  I was thinking that it would be just Bakugo and a few other students finding Deku.  Instead we got the whole class.  And looks like that “helping hand” thing will happen later because we got a battle to fight first.  

Bakugo’s become a damn fine leader and I love to see his growth every freaking time🧡! I like how Iida has his hand on Bakugo’s back to support him btw.  It’s weird that Shoto’s not in this page though.  He’s one of Deku’s best friends, so I would think he would be in this page along with Bakugo and his first 2 friends (Ochako and Iida).  Maybe Horikoshi’s saving Shoto for a more 1-on-1 conversation with Deku.  God, I hope that happens because I think along with Bakugo, Shoto deserves a good talk with Deku the most.  

Honestly, I’m not sure who would win this battle.  I’ve been going through scenarios in my head on who would win, but I can’t come to a solid answer.  Class 1-A has 19 versatile Quirks under their belt and they have more energy than Deku to fight, but Deku still has 6 insanely powerful Quirks that he’s been practicing for a while.  The kids could probably win if they strategize enough and use Deku’s exhaustion against him, but again, Deku has OFA and multiple other Quirks.  If he could beat Lady Nagant, one of the best snipers around, he might be able to beat the 1-A kids.  He could just escape with Smoakscreen, Black Whip, and Float if he wants to really.  That would put 1-A on another wild goose chase.  There’s also Deku’s Danger Sense which will be a pain to deal with.  Also, Deku said that he’s as strong as All Might was in his prime with Fa-Jin and OFA combined.  Only AFO and Shigaraki were strong enough to take on THAT.  Plus, we still don’t know what the 2nd OFA Holder’s Quirk is yet.  Deku might use it in this battle.  God, I have so many theories in my head now.  I think this battle will be awesome, but ultimately, I want Deku to come home 😭💚

Me reading and loving My Hero Academia: 

[marvels-writings]

Different Circumstances

Maria Hill Masterlist

Requested by Anon: 3 and 8 with Maria hill from the assorted prompts list

3:   

“it could be worse.”

“You aren’t the one bleeding.”

“Look, you are still alive. Stop whining.”  

8:    

“Are you bleeding?”

“We don’t have time to deal with it. I’ll be fine.”

Word Count: 807, angsty and a lil fluffy at the end, btw you get shot

A/N: I wrote this in like 15 minutes cause I’m incredibly bored with people rn

“Y/n, where are you?” Maria asked over over comms, her voice grainy and interrupted under the concrete.

The mission you were on was supposed to be simple, but after you learned there were experiments all around the base, you had to investigate. Most of the soldiers had been taken out by the rest of the team. Maria had come with you to make sure there was no one left behind.

“On the Southside serpents,” You answered sarcastically, exhaustion creeping into you as the adrenaline of the battle wore off.

“You watch River dale?” Natasha asked from the quinjet, choosing to stay behind while you and Maria made one last check around the base.

“Please let’s stay on topic here,” Maria chided, you rolled your eyes.

Under any other circumstance, you would have loved to spend time with your crush. But on a mission, with a possible time bomb ticking away, this wasn’t your ideal way to spend time with your crush.

“Of course, ma’am,” You said sarcastically.

You turn around to see a few soldiers who were left behind pointing guns at you. Your eyes widened, you jumped into the hallway on your left, trying to getaway. One of the bullets hit your leg, you cried out as the same ankle twisted under you.

“I might need a bit of assistance here,” You groaned over comms, trying to put pressure on your foot.

Some noise went on comms as people came to your location after hearing the gunshots. None of the agents noticed you, taking care of the soldiers that had shot you and taking them as prisoners. It wasn’t till Maria came to check on you that you were noticed.

 “Are you bleeding?” Maria asked, eyes widening at the amount of blood at your feet and the panicked look in your eyes.

“We don’t have time to deal with it. I’ll be fine.” You answered, pulling yourself up using the door handle next to you.

“Fine,” Maria stated, knowing you were too stubborn to accept her help.

It hurt her to see you limping and groaning in pain like this. Though she wouldn’t admit it to you, she had feelings for you. Seeing you like this was hurting her, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Stubbornly, you started limping towards the exit. Maria trailed behind, trying to offer you help. Blood seeped out of your calf and dripped onto the floor behind you. Both of you knew that you wouldn’t make it out of there in time at this pace. But Maria knew you wouldn’t accept her help.

“You still sure you don’t need my help?” Maria asked, you sighed and leaned against a wall, glaring at her.

Groaning in pain, you slid down to the ground. Blood pooled near your ankle as the bleeding increased. Maria knelt in front of you, tearing open the leg of your suit so she could see the wound better. You inhaled sharply at the sight of the wound, it looked worse than it felt.

Wincing, Maria ripped off a section of her suit to substitute as a bandage. She wrapped it around your ankle, tying it once, then tying it a second time around a knife and twisting the knife to tighten it. You screamed out in pain, the bandage tightening against your wound.

Maria whispered rapidly to you, not relieving the pressure as she tried to hold the bandage tightly. Trying to help you, she used her free hand to push you back, thumb running over your cheekbone comfortingly. You winced, breathing, and heartbeat erratic.

 “it could be worse.” Maria murmured, trying to improve your spirits.

“You aren’t the one bleeding.” You muttered.

Maria helped you get up, slinging your arm over her shoulder and helping you limp out of the base. Cold air hit your skin as you started to make your way towards the jet.

“Look, you are still alive. Stop whining.” The brunette scolded.

“Oh you’re right, I should be thankful I’m not dead and my supervising officer came back to rescue me because that isn’t her job.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically while she set you down on the gurney in the jet.

“You like you went through hell,” Natasha remarked as she noticed your blood-soaked leg.

“Thanks, I just got back,” You retorted, wincing when Maria touched your leg. Natasha chuckled, contacting Dr. Cho to get the medical bay ready for you.

“Shut up,” Maria muttered, making sure you were okay as she started to elevate your leg.

“Make me,” You smirked, expecting her to glare at you or roll her eyes.

Instead, she did something which under any other circumstance would have made you swoon. She kissed you, a chaste feeling of soft lips on yours before she pulled away with a smug grin on her face.

“That worked,”

Buy me a coffee?

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[veraynes-blog]

sam/gene and 5 or 23 for the cuddling prompts?? please and thank u (btw I'll never get tired of saying that I'm in love with your writing)

5. In the backseat of the car.

23. Reunion

I'm sorry this took a while to answer! To make up, I did both prompts! Well, near enough. After writing it, pretty sure this takes place somewhere in the Godawful Small Affair series, actually.. 🤔

Hope you like!

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It's nearly 3 in the morning by the time the medics grudgingly say Sam's free to go (since, with trademark obstinacy, he refuses to get in the ambulance for what he insists are just a few bruises and a bit of dehydration), and Chris is done carefully taking down his initial statement of what happened inside the derelict factory building before the rest of the team had gotten there.

Gene stands away from him, busy surveying the efficient chaos of the crime scene. He watches Ray bully the last of the handcuffed perps into the back of a police van (with a sly smack that Gene automatically erases from memory); Cartwright crouching down and pointing at the cut length of rope they'd used to keep DI Tyler secured for the past 29 hours (not that he counted); the plods taking photos of the dropped guns that'll go in the evidence file later.

He wants desperately to light a cig, or better yet take one or five swigs from the hipflask in his pocket, but his brain hasn't quite dropped out of crisis-management mode yet. He's still on high alert, noticing everything that's happening around him, braced for whatever unlikely emergency or threat comes next. If he starts to relax, even a bit, he's afraid the grim fury and adrenaline that's gotten him this far will fade out of him, and instead - well. He doesn't want it happening in the middle of his crime scene, is all.

So he keeps his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets, keeps a scowl fixed firmly in place, glaring around the scene where his DI had almost been shot through his idiotic head an hour ago.

"Guv."

Gene doesn't react immediately as the idiot in question slouches towards him, instead swiftly cataloguing the sight he makes as he gets nearer. The docs have slapped an adhesive bandage across his forehead, over where the muzzle flash had singed him. He's got a split lip and the beginnings of a nasty shiner, and he winces as he slowly pulls his leather jacket back up over his shoulders.

"Gonna get a lift home, if you don't need me for anything else here."

Gene grunts. "I'll drive you." He says it without thinking, still not looking at him direct. It's not so much an offer as an order.

Sam pauses, eyeing him speculatively, then nods. "Thanks."

With effort, Gene forces himself to move at last from his glowering vigil, striding off towards the Cortina. He passes Ray as he goes, growls an order to take over running the scene, and then he's impatiently slamming his way into the car. Sam follows at a more sedate pace, faintly dubious expression on his face as he picks his way round to the passenger's side and gets in.

Gene doesn't look at him, and doesn't speak, as he gets the car in gear and pulls quickly away from the curb. It's almost oppressively quiet. Neither of them turns on the radio, and they're practically the only car out on the dark streets.

Which, actually, might be a blessing in disguise, because Gene hasn't slept in a little over 29 hours (funnily enough), has been running on single-minded focus, caffeine and nicotine throughout, and now that it's all on the downturn he realises belatedly it might be taking something of a toll. There's a tight, nervous feeling building in his chest, and every time he tries to switch gears his hand feels numb and clumsy on the stick. When he actually stalls the car at a set of lights, Sam has the audacity to shoot him a scandalised glance, and Gene knows he has to take a minute here.

There's a multi-storey carpark coming up, and he manages to keep himself under control long enough to steer the Cortina into the first floor of it. This time of night it's all but empty so he parks haphazardly over the lines, fumbling the engine off. His hands are shaking slightly.

Sam's looking at him like he's lost his mind now, eyebrows up in disbelief. "What's up with you?"

Gene turns on him wordlessly, aware that he's slightly wild around the eyes but truly unable to believe the right div he has for a DI sometimes. For a man who likes to spend all his energy proving how right and smart and superior he is most days, Sam isn't half thick when he wants to be.

"You got yourself kidnapped," he practically spits, suddenly furious that he even has to say it, acknowledge it, explain.

Sam just frowns offence. "I didn't exactly go asking for it -"

"But you did, though, didn't you?! Couldn't just do what I said for once, had to go skulking off on your own -"

"If you'd come with me when I asked, I wouldn't have had to -!"

"No," Gene snaps, bouncing his palm off the steering wheel. "You don't sodding well get to give the orders, Sam, you get to listen to them! And I said wait!"

His DI blinks, taken aback. He goes quiet for a few seconds, forehead all puckered up in bemusement - and then clearly can’t help himself. "But I was right! And, by the way, I'm the one who just spent the last God-knows-how-long tied to a bloody chair! But yeah, course, have a go because I showed you up -"

"You honestly think that's what I'm bothered about, you smarmy little git?!" He's hissing, frozen, near trembling in his outrage. He means to launch into a tirade about the unbelievable recklessness of going off alone half-cocked, the shit example that's been set, the sheer hell Gene's put his team through this past day and night demanding results from them. Instead, what barks out is, "I just nearly watched you get shot in the face. Believe me when I say, I do not give a fuck if you were right!"

The other man at least has the grace to look embarrassed, wincing a bit. "I didn't mean... It would have been..." He stops, floundering, and at last Gene sees the slow realisation pass through him, sees him stop short and reassess what exactly they're arguing about. His shoulders drop, defensiveness easing off him as he finally seems to notice the strength of feeling currently radiating through the car. "Oh. Hey. But it's... It's fine, though. I'm fine."

He starts to reach out a soothing hand to touch him, and without thinking Gene smacks it down hard. They glare at each other for a few seconds. Sam goes to move again, determined, but Gene jerks away a second time. Still, neither of them say anything. His jaw is clenched so hard it hurts, nostrils flaring as he tries to breathe through the anger that's building in him.

He's not even sure what he's more furious about: that Sam defied him, or that he apparently thought nothing of the heart-stopping near-disaster Gene walked in on tonight, and which will no doubt be fixed behind his eyes for the foreseeable. It clearly hasn't occurred to the prat that Gene might have some thoughts on that. And alright, they've only been doing this 'behind closed doors' thing for a couple of weeks, it's not something they really talk about, but it's just... Well, he hadn't thought...

He'd assumed it went without saying, that he wouldn't be taking the risk of it all if it didn't bloody mean something.

His fingers grip restlessly at the wheel, trying to steady himself. He doesn't know quite how to do this, because Sam's not exactly the damsel in distress he's used to. He's not some petite, feminine thing he can hold against himself and keep safe. Those aren't the roles they have, not even close.

Except he doesn't know how else to do it, because right now that's the only instinct screaming in his brain.

So Gene shoots his hand out, thumps his palm against the other man's chest. Sam flinches in surprise at the sudden movement, staring at him perplexed - and then Gene curls his fingers in his jacket, hauls him insistently across the space in the car. It's clumsy. Sam comes haltingly and half-resisting, not understanding straight away what's happening, not knowing where to put his hands to catch himself. In the end he sort of topples into Gene, hissing pain and holding rigid against him, unmoving.

Gene doesn't care. It feels like the first deep breath he's taken in 29 hours as he pushes his cheek against Sam's bandaged forehead and gets the smells of leather and antiseptic and gunsmoke.

"Stupid bastard," he mutters through clenched teeth, barely audible.

Gradually, as the evident bafflement passes, Sam relaxes in increments. He's got his chin propped awkwardly up on Gene's shoulder, and carefully shifts about enough that he can more comfortably turn his face into the side of his neck, sighing a bit. One hand hovers uselessly in the air for a moment, then finally sneaks inside Gene's coat to settle against his side, and they go still like that.

It's not the kind of thing they do, this, even with all the other boundaries they've crossed recently. Not usually the touchy-feely types, either one of them. But Gene's blood is rushing like he's just thrown a punch, and he can't get himself to release the death-grip he's got fisted in Sam's shirtfront, or the arm clamped around his back. He keeps remembering the flash of the gunshot, the other man throwing himself at the floor like he'd been hit, all because Gene hadn't found him fast enough -

"M'fine," Sam says again, firm. His hand strokes aimlessly at Gene's ribs and chest, then drifts up to the back of his neck, holding him in place as he leans his forehead to Gene's temple. They rest like that for a minute or so, tension finally starting to ease off, until at last Gene feels the flighty rush of relief and endorphins start to kick in.

Sam pulls back enough to kiss him then, quick and insistent, both of them inhaling sharply at the welcome contact. It's brief. Even at this time of night they're in a public place, visible to anyone looking. Can't risk anything more lingering. But Sam leaves a hand on his knee as he finally eases himself back to his own side of the car.

"Stay at mine when you drop me off."

Gene clears his throat, already starting to feel awkward at the unprecedented display he's just indulged in. He busies himself turning the engine back on, getting the car in gear.

"Might have to," he finally concedes, fixing a scowl in place as he pulls them into reverse, arm over the back of the passenger seat to look behind them. "Some of us have gone without a decent kip the whole time you sat on your arse waiting for rescue -"

"Sod off!" But he's grinning, shaking his head with happy exasperation as Gene drives them home.

[havens-most-wanted]

Scraps - Trash Can Edition #1

Well here it is. A fic I wrote when I was 13 years old while I was in school, pretending to learn. It’s Jak/Torn, cliche AF and has the Erol-did-things-to-me trope, extremely OOC. BTW I just turned 30 a few months ago so this fic is...*counts* 17 years old.

Fixed spelling issues. No change to grammar or anything else.

--CRINGE WARNING--

Feel free to poke fun at it in a comment if you’d like.

No title featuring showercurtain!Jak. Slight AU.

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His back was pressed against the alleyway. The Krimzon Guards advanced, and Jak knew he had nowhere to go. He could hear their voices and shouts around the corner. It was only a matter of time…

...Suddenly he was violently grabbed from behind, strong arms pulled him back. His head hit cement painfully, his head was spinning and stars burst in front of his eyes before he was dragged down a flight of stairs.

“Wha…?” Jak murmured before a rough hand covered his mouth. 

“Shut it,” said the voice.

Still dizzy, Jak complied. There wasn’t much of a choice in the matter. He heard a door slide shut behind him.

He was violently thrown backwards. Jak braced for a hard landing, but instead found himself on a soft, green quilt. He had landed on a bed.

A tough looking elf sat across from him on another bed. “Explain yourself,” he growled.

“Where am I?” Jak asked, looking around, somewhere inside a crowded quarters of four beds a table sat ahead under a lamplight.

“I’ll explain later,” the older elf waved off dismissively. Jak looked up to meet the older elf’s eyes. “Now,” said the elf, matching Jak’s gaze. “Who are you? I see you were a prisoner--I can tell because of your clothes--but it looks like you’ve escaped.”

“Obviously,” Jak said, suddenly feeling more powerful. “The good Baron likes me, I suppose. Who the hell are you?”

“The name is Torn,” said the other elf simply. Torn was an older elf, brown hair and a suit of armor. He had tattoos on his face. Wait, Jak thought. Erol and that woman had the same thing.

Jak sprung off the bed suddenly, jumping on Torn and twisting his arms behind him while Jak stood behind. “You’re not one of THEM, are you?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Torn tried to twist around and failed.

Jak moved his hand down to reach for Torn’s gun. The brown haired elf knew all too well, and knocked Jak’s hand out of the way and twisted around to face the blond elf. “I’m not your enemy,” Torn whispered, breathing heavily. “If I was...I would have killed you now.”

Jak glared, forcing the ice of his blue eyes into the cold, green ones. “Who are you and what do you want with me?”

“I’m part of a group called the Underground. Kor told me you were wandering around and he figured you’d be useful. Now can I let go of you without you trying to blow my head off?”

Jak let his muscles relax a bit. “Underground for what?” he asked, while the tattooed elf still held him.

“For overthrowing the Baron, idiot!” Torn snarled, shoving Jak back a bit as he let go of his arms. “You don’t know what he’s done to this city…” Torn slunk back on the bed, looking at Jak.

“Oh, but I do,” said the blond, leaning over Torn a bit to make sure every word sunk in. “YOU’RE the one who doesn’t know what it’s like,” Jak said, his voice lowering, remembering the prison and the Baron put him in. And Erol, who…

No.

“Name?” asked Torn suddenly, changing the subject.

“What’s it to you?” Jak growled.

“If your ass plans to stay alive, you better give it to me,” Torn snarled back.

There was a five second pause. “It’s Jak,” the blond elf said, reaching out a hand to shake Torn’s. Torn had a look of disgust, but he complied. “Welcome to the Underground,” he said with a satisfied smirk.

Jak paled. “Please don’t do that,” Jak said quietly.

“What?” asked Torn. “Look Jak, you’re bleeding severely,” Torn stated, holding up his hand he shook. It was smeared with blood. “Let me get some bandages.” Torn sat up off the bed and headed to the open space.

“Forget it, Torn,” Jak said dismissively. “I feel no pain. It’s probably…”

His blood.

Jak looked down at his hands. Blood was caked on his finger nails, where he knew he slashed Erol across the face. But it wasn’t his choice of action...was it?

But it was worth it. Worth all the pain and suffering he went through. The first two years of being in Haven City. Alone. The only thing that he lived on was the spark of hope that one day he could escape. And now, he was fueled on revenge. Whatever Erol did to him, he’d deserve it back tenfold.

“Probably what, Jak?” Torn asked. He didn’t receive an answer from the young elf. “Well, if you’re not going to talk, you might as well get yourself a shower to clean up. I’ll get you a new outfit. The one you have now is a dead giveaway…” Torn said with another smirk. “Get going.”

--

Jak let the hot water flow over his naked body. It had been a long time since he had a shower. It relaxed his tense muscles slightly.

It was only here that Jak realized how much weight he lost. His body suffered malnutrition, he had gone from well-toned to thin and slender. They never fed him well in prison--in fact, nothing was ever well. Not with Erol, he surpassed the term ‘hatred’. He had manifested himself into Jak’s fear. His heartbeat raced faster at the thought of Erol, the pain and emotional torment he had caused. Erol had stolen everything. His pride, his hope--his innocence. God, in ways Erol had been much worse than the Dark Eco treatments.

But they became routine. It started pretty simple at first--stressful conversations about two times a week, but then he started coming more often. Forceful kisses--if you even called them kisses--started every night, then it escalated from there.

Blood flooded the floor of the shower before circling before it was pulled in the drain, disappearing from his sight.

Jak was tired of lying to himself. Most of the blood was his. Besides the few cuts, the remaining gashes were on his shoulder and lower back. They didn’t hurt much, the only thing left was a dull throb.

Jak heard the door open suddenly, and he moved to the back of the curtain. “Whos there?”

“Just me,” said a gruff voice from the otherside. He heard an opening and closing of cabinets.

Suddenly the water went extremely cold, Jak yelped.

“What, what?” Torn pushed the curtain back and Jak yelled again as the water shut off.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Jak screamed as he slipped on the water of the tub floor and fell forward, grabbing the curtain as he did so, ripping it from the bar and it covered them both.

“YOU IDIOT!” Torn roared as he tried to find a way to get out of it. He pulled it away from his face, now wet from the humidity of the room. He heard a muffled reply a little bit away. Torn moved the bot of the shower curtain way to reveal a struggling nude Jak giving all his strength to battle with the shower curtain. “Calm down Jak!” Torn said to him, but Jak continued to pull on the fabric. “Jak!”

Jak’s eyes widened when he realized the older elf was watching him. “Torn!” he gasped, trying to cover himself. “I’m naked!”

Torn shrugged as he pulled the curtain off them. “So?”

Jak turned beet red. “So? So?! I’D LIKE SOME PRIVACY!” he yelled.

Torn turned his head away. “Trust me Jak, I’m not going to grope you or anything.”

Jak froze. “Erol?” he whispered, bringing the curtain over his body and up to his chin.

Torn looked back at Jak and narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?”

Jak’s eyes went pale. “Get out,” he said, staring unfocused at the ceiling. “Please…”

Torn stood up. “Alright,” he said, and threw Jak a towel. “Hurry up,” he said and closed the door behind him.

--

As Jak appeared in the hall, Torn nodded at him. “If you want to know why the water stopped, it’s because the slums got little water, if any at all. The Baron cut off a little while ago. Some stupid new rule, so called ‘conserving water’, he says...bullshit...he’s the one who takes all the damn water…” Torn rambled on to himself, while Jak waited (somewhat impatiently) for him to finish.

“That’s okay,” Jak interrupted Torn as he was in the middle of explaining how the Baron left a part of the city to die. “It’s alright, because I’m planning to kick his ass anyway,” Jak said boldly.

Torn smiled. “Knew you were one for the team, Jak.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just tell me what you want me to do,” Jak said dismissively.

Torn looked a little taken a back, but smiled. “Eager to mission, eh? I want you to go down to the pumping station and turn on the water.”

“Alright,” the blond haired elf said, walking out of the Underground.

“Do you even know where it is?” Torn yelled after him. Jak stopped.

“Where?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Water slums,” Torn said, walking towards Jak.

“You’re coming?” Jak asked as Torn reached for his gun.

“Got nothing better to do.”

“Hey...do I get a gun?”

Torn smirked. “Not likely.”

--

Torn insisted Jak to drive the double seated zoomer, even though Jak never really drove one before. Not to say he was really good at it, either. The front of the car was dented as Jak slammed into another wall.

“Watch it!” Torn hissed, grabbing the wheel nearly missing running into a Krimzon Guard zoomer.

“Well I wouldn’t have this problem if you didn’t make me drive!” Jak shouted back defensively. “Just let me lower the zoomer--”

“Ah, forget it you ass. You’ll hit a guard,” Torn said, taking the wheel on his side. “Let go.”

Jak would have listened but he decided to be a prick. He wanted to see how much he could piss off this Torn guy before he broke down and shot him or something.

Jak turned the wheel forcefully, sending the green zoomer to the right. Torn tried to turn back.

“Let go, you moron!” Torn yelled, veering sharply to the left.

“You wanted me to drive!”

“Well I don’t now! Give it to me!”

“No!”

“I said GIVE IT TO--”

Crash!

Jak felt himself falling underwater, he swam to the surface quickly, looking for the older elf. “Torn? Torn?!”

TO BE CONTINUED NEVER...

[demonsofhunting]

All My Sins - Chapter 14

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: The night has come. And there are some evil things lurking from the shadows. Creatures that want to see blood...

Warnings: angst, blood, torture...I mean, you know me XD

Words: about 1800

A/N: Welcome to chapter 14! Tumblr finally let me upload it, yay! XD Btw thank you so much for sticking around, guys! It means so much to me, and I can't put into words how happy your comments always make me! <3 This chapter was one of those that just kinda wrote itself. XD I love this story so much, and I am thrilled that you seem to enjoy it too! Much love! *hugs*

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Night has come. It feels like it's getting colder and colder. They're lying on the ground, Cas' back is pressed against Dean's chest. This one time he is the little spoon - but only because of his injury. Dean 'patched' him up, just like he said he would. Now, the priest's chest is covered with the soft material of Dean's shirt, that is bound around his upper half, carefully. It's not the best bandage, but better than nothing. Dean is wearing his leather jacket on his naked skin now, but even if he's cold he doesn't give anything away. Their breathes are getting slower and slower, and after a while Castile is almost entirely sure that Dean has fallen asleep. What if the police decides to search the forest? We aren't that far away from the street...what it they find us out here...? But while the stetic worries are making him feel everything but good, the priest notices a numb feeling crawling through his body. And suddenly, he doesn't care any longer. I'm too damn tired. His body is aching, his breaths are heavy, and his sight is getting blurry. I'm more than just a little exhausted. And before he can do anything about it, he drifts into a deep, dark sleep…

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dean has his arms curled around his love, trying his best to watch over him while the other sleeps. Cas breaths are deep and slow, his hands are moving slightly, as if he tries to catch a dream with his fingers. Dean sighs, and closes his eyes for a moment. He isn't tired at all. In fact, he is full of engery, ready to kill someone. He can still feel Meg's blood between his fingers, can smell it on both of their clothes... Dean wants to taste it, to let it run over his tongue...he wants more of it. So much more. His fingertips are stroking over Castiel's body, softly. He looks at the pale skin that gets revealed by the ripped clothes, the venes that he can make out underneath it... No, I won't. I won't hurt him. He's mine. But he can't help, and let's his sharpest nail carve a small line, drawing picture with blood on the other's arms, thoughtfully. He watches it getting bigger and bigger, running over that body of his. The priest winces in his sleep, and shifts, uncomfortably, mumbling: "Meg...stop...it..." Dean hesitates, suddenly realising what he's doing. No! He bites his lip, closing his eyes again, firmly. But all he sees behind his lids are fantasies of killing...feeling broken bones and flesh under his fingertips, getting it between his teeth... I SAID STOP IT! "Fuck!" the young man hisses, and gets up, fastly. He hesitates for a brief moment, afraid that he could have woken up his angel. But Cas is still sleeping, deeply. He mutters something, rolling on his back, slowly. Dean just stands there, shaking. His heart is racing as if a unknown power forces him to do so. It wants me to kill. He balls his fists, firmly, stumbling backwards, slowly. I need to get away from Cas. Before I hurt him, I... And even though he wants to take care of his love, to watch over him...even though he knows that things could get much worse if he gets to much distance between him and his angel, he turns around and runs deeper into the forest. Bloody hearts, beating the last time while you hold them between your fingers...the screams of the dying woman that he tortured in his home... It never was so damn strong before. But this time...it's almost like he can't fight it much longer. He's standing at the edge, the edge of giving in. "No! Not...not now! C - Cas!" Dean growls, getting faster and faster. Maybe, if I run fast enough, I can escape the demon inside of me...maybe - Suddenly, someone - or something - crashes into him from the right side. Dean gasps as he struggles to the ground, feeling the pain pulsing through his body. He tries to look around, but it's too damn dark to see something. The young man wants to get up again, but before he is able to do that, someone kicks him in the face, brutally. What the - There are claws, grabbing him out of nowhere, pulling him up, violently. He tries to fight them off, but whoever attacks him right now, they're much stronger than him. And there are at least two of them. Great. I'm fucked. Before he can react in any kind of way, someone is holding his arms behind his back, tightly, so that he is forced to stay on his knees. Another one is grabbing him by his hair, pulling his head back, revealing his throat. The they hesitate, as if someone told them to do so. Dean forces himself to calm down. They have no idea who they decided to attack here. I'm gonna show them how to kill somebody properly, as soon as I get free...I will survive. I've got this. So he blinks a couple of times, until he can make out the idiot's faces. His blood runs cold. Oh shit. He smiles, cockily. "Oh, damn it. You guys really got me, don't ya?" he says, raising an eyebrow while looking as relaxed at he manages to do in such a situation, even though bis heart is aching in fear. He has seen them before. But that was a long time ago...well, not exactly. I saw one of them just a few hours ago... He should have noticed her smell before, sulfur mixed with dead roses. Her nails are digging into his hair and skin, letting blood run over his face. "Told you, they're gonna find you, Winchester," Meg purrs into his ear, making him growl in disgust. "Shut up, Meg," one of the other persons hisses, and the demon winces a little, becoming silent. There are three of them. Meg and another one are holding Dean in place, the other two are standing right in front of him. Their eyes are black. Pitch black. Demons. They're all fucking demons. Shit. "And yeah, that's what it looks like, right?" The small one of the two chuckles, cocking his head. He is wearing a black suit, and has a pretty stupid face. "You can't run from us, Dean. Hell will find you. Always," he adds, stepping closer. Dean clenches his jaw in suppressed anger. Who ever the hell this is, I hate him. I will slice his throat, I - "And who the fuck are you?!" the young man scoffs, making a face in pain as Meg's grip gets firmer. "Oh, I almost forgot," the man says, smiling in a disgusting way, "The name is Crowley. I'm the king of hell. And I'm the one who will rip your bloody human soul apart. Things need to get over with faster. I'm bored, this takes way too long." "Awesome...thought you would be much taller, though. You look as like some douchebag, if you ask me," Dean says with a wink, his heart beating faster and faster. I need to get back to Cas. If they turn me into a whole demon, I will be part of their team. Then I can't protect him anymore. But I need him. And he needs me. Crowley just shakes his head in disappointment. He nods to his fellow demon on his right side, who steps forward. Before Dean can react in any way, this stupid fuck pulls out a long blade, slicing it over his whole chest with one quick gesture. Dean cries out in pain, trying to shake the demons, that are holding him tight, off his body, but they aren't giving in, no matter how hard he tries. Damn it! The young man breathes, heavily. He can feel blood running over his body... "What do you want from me, huh? Let me go! Or I will kill you before you even get to touch me or -" he bursts out, fighting against the demons. The next thing he feels is the cold material of the demonic blade right on his throat, making any movement impossible...unless he wants to die in a painful way, bleeding out like a freaking pig. He bites on his bottom lip, looking at Crowley with pure disgust in his eyes. The 'king of hell' blinks, saying: "What I want? Well, I want my stupid demons to work in a accurate and acceptable way. I want them to follow my commands, and not doing...such things with humans when they mean it well. I need new recruits right now, not when you feel like you had enough time with your human doll." "Sorry, pal," Dean rasps, balling his fists, "It's not my problem if you haven't had sex in a while!" Meg chuckles, but stops immediately as she notices her boss's facial expression that states pure anger. "Alright, that's it," Crowley says, firmly, "Hold him in place. Tie him up, break his legs, do whatever you want. But don't let him go anywhere. The hellhounds will drag his ass to hell as soon as they're here. And then, well...let's just say, I will be awaiting you down there, happily torturing you until you beg for me to stop!" "What about his human boytoy?" Meg asks. "You son of a bitch! Don't you dare - " Crowley just ignores Dean's harsh words, and cuts him off, easily: "Find this human soul, and kill him. That's it. Come on, let's get some things done!" He claps his hands, eventually, and simply disappears. The demon that stood beside him the whole time, bows down to Dean and says: "I give you one chance to answer my question. Where is he?" The young man doesn't answer, just looks at him, furiously. "Alright. I'm gonna find him myself," the demon simply says with an evil grin "And he will die screaming, I promise." Then he walks away, right into the direction where Dean came from. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dean closes his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. I need to beat these two. C'mon, Winchester. That can't be that hard...I need to fight for Cas, I - "See, Winchester?" Meg purrs near his ear, "Your precious angel will die, and you can't do anything about it. How does that feel?" Really? Terrible. "I will kill you. Both of you." "I don't think so," Meg contradicts, letting the blade running down his throat, almost carving into his skin, "You can't even move, honey." "You sure about that, sweetheart?" Dean mutters, and before she can react in any way, he throws his head back, slamming it right against her skull

( A/N: Next chapter *hopefully* on October 19, 2019 <3 )

That was chapter 14! Thank you so much for reading, and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

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[shijiujun]

history3 ep 7 summary - OMG SO MANY GEMS I DIED OF CUTENESS

i’m tagging my summaries as #history3 spoilers just in case any of you don’t wanna see anything till you get the subs/episodes i’m sorry i didn’t think of it before, there’re a lot of capital letters in this summary the cuteness was ridiculously intense tonight

also i don’t know if you guys watch the live stream on bilibili like i do, but it’s HILARIOUS the comments by the chinese audience are killing me and there’s also this function whereby all the live comments just slide across the screen like this (yes it’s damn difficult to watch the show like this but luckily you can make it translucent while you’re livestreaming, but i do it anyway because it’s COMEDY GOLD):

bar scene: tang yi follows pretty guy to the cctv surveillance room,  OMGGGGG I LOVE THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN PRETTY GUY (whose name is Andy by the way) AND TANG YI - Andy asks how did Tang yi know that shit was going to happen in his club, and tang yi doesn’t respond but andy ain’t giving up

andy: “dealing drugs in my club? do they wanna die?”

YAS ANDY YOU GO!!!

andy: “how did you know something was going to happen? you know a cop among them? is it the one you talked about earlier, the one that you’re passionate about?”

tang yi to andy: “YOU deserve someone to be passionate to you.”

and then they shove each other like old friends do i really love it that tang yi has so many friends like the doctor guy and hong ye and everyone else this is the kind of friendship that we should all have

cue to the next scene: shao fei legit JUMPING AND SULKING IN FRONT OF TANG YI’S HOUSE GATE and HE’S WEARING THE FUGLY PINK SHIRT WITH ANOTHER STRIPED SHIRT UNDERNEATH - he’s really sulking and i love it, and then while he’s jumping, tang yi’s car, driven by jack, rolls up and jack just pauses for a moment, then turns to look at tang yi: “it’s officer meng. do you want me to just drive in?”

shao fei guiltily stops his nonsense and POUTS as the car stops, then inside the car tang yi considers this for a moment, before just alighting the car and asking shao fei: “what can i do for you?”

shao fei using the excuse that he needs to talk to tang yi, and then insisting that he can’t talk “here” and this is where THE GEM HAPPENS

they move to this tea shop where shao fei obviously regularly visits cuz the tea shop boss knows him - the tea shop boss comments “you’re wearing a really cute outfit today officer meng” WHILE TANG YI SITS THERE HANDSOMELY LIKE A STATUE HE’S SO DAMN CUTE 

and then this is character and relationship development guys, because tang yi isn’t hostile and he isn’t unfriendly, he’s just smiling at shao fei as if he knows exactly why shao fei is here and why he’s sulking - shao fei hasn’t even said or asked anything (although he does look like he really wants to say something a few times) before tang yi VOLUNTARILY tells him:

“his name is andy, he owns the bar and the business is quite good.”

and continues:

“his cocktails taste really good. my relationship with him is very good.”

SHAO FEI’S FACE!!!!!! he’s obviously totally jealous and disappointed but hasn’t said anything, and that’s when tang yi continues:

“...my relationship with andy’s boyfriend is even better” 

cue shao fei’s face lighting up!!!!!!! he’s like “that andy really has a bf?!” it lights up like a homing beacon and he asks: “Really?!!!” and it’s to tang yi’s credit and their budding friendship that he doesn’t mock shao fei or anything, he just nods in affirmative and reaches for his phone inside his pocket and finds a photo of andy and his boyfriend for real and gives it to shao fei

shao fei is obviously so relieved, but he tries to hide it by laughing, “why do you have photos of another guy and his boyfriend in your phone?!!!” to which tang yi responds, “i don’t have many friends, i don’t have a lot of photos of friends i can take” and guys i really love this scene, their friendship has really come so far and they’re sitting for tea, no hostility, no ridiculous accusatory questions, it’s just them being friends together

and so since they’re on the topic of ‘friends’, shao fei then comments that he and tang yi are friends too! LOL shao fei so desperately wants to be friends with tang yi it’s fucking hilarious because he doesn’t realise how much he likes tang yi at this point and why he’s so eager to be friends and around tang yi: “i saved your life a few times, you saved my life a few times, you gave me a discount on the suit, i gifted you the skeleton keychain” etc. etc. listing everything they went through tgt in the past few weeks

tang yi got me for a moment there - he holds out his hand, and i thought he was going to shake on that friendship, but when shao fei reaches out for his hand to shake it, tang yi retracts it and goes: “where’s the keychain (ep 1)?”

look at shao fei bb’s smile, he is totes smiling and basking in tang yi’s undivided attention and presence, they’re so cute this is my favourite scene to date - they’re totally flirting, and shao fei totally wants tang yi but he doesn’t know it yet

and then tang yi COMPLIMENTS shao fei’s clothes: “your outfit today looks very good” and idk if he half meant it as like a joke, but he seemed pretty damn sincere and whipped for shao fei to me as his basically saying that shao fei looks cute today

and omg the tone that tang yi uses when he’s speaking to shao fei here? it’s amazing, like liquid honey and tenderness, and ooooh i can tell someone is about to be jealous in the future of the junior, and shao fei is totes oblivious to junior’s crush on him but tang yi? he sees CLEARLY

shao fei laughing at the frog on his shirt, tang yi smiling at shao fei being cute

THEY’RE FRIENDS THEY ARE TOTALLY FRIENDS FUCK THIS SHIT THEY ARE FRIENDS I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL TANG YI WAS CIVIL AND FRIENDLY AND TOTES NICE TO SHAO FEI 

wow tang yi and bodydumb scene: tang yi’s about to go jogging and exits his bathroom/room and bodydumb is there - he wants to accompany tang yi on his jog as it’s obviously quite dangerous with whoever is still out there that kidnapped him previously, but tang yi says no, and then bodydumb GRABS tang yi by the arm and wow tang yi’s glaring gaze i could feel it through the screen

and this is the part that everyone doesn’t quite get - i don’t know if i’m reading it wrong but tang yi then says sternly: “i treat you as my brother, but only as my brother, and nothing else” - he walks off and leaves bodydumb behind looking stricken and disappointed (i know i call him bodydumb but if he’s really in love with tang yi and it’s unrequited love or infatuation, i do feel a bit sorry for him)

the chinese audiences live streaming with me - they really didn’t get this curveball either, i think it’s interesting, neither good nor bad but wow a bit confusing too evidently by this screencap while the live screen was going on: see the question marks?!!!!

JOGGING SCENE: this is the cutest thing ever - (shao fei do you not need to work or something you keep turning up) shao fei turns up on tang yi’s jogging route and tang yi doesn’t even look the least bit disturbed, only commenting: “are you skipping work?” 

shao fei fulfils his promise of bringing the keychain to tang yi, and then tang yi invites shao fei for a round of jogging to which shao fei replies: “one round? i can do even two rounds!” and then they just start running - they’re totally attracted to each other overtaking themselves - good, healthy competition

as they’re running to a more secluded part, under the bridge, the shooting scene that we saw in the trailer occurs - shao fei sees the suspicious man first (finally!!!! shao fei’s policeman instincts reflected here finally) and grabs tang yi to get down. the shooter does get a shot in which grazes tang yi’s back, and then the shooter walks off (he looks damn suspicious and also a bit incompetent btw) - shao fei is about to give chase, but tang yi says no need, that he’s going home, and shao fei is all: “okay, i’ll protect you!”

then jack went to find zhao zi, he’s waiting for him as zhao zi exits the police station building with the other team members, and he wants to help him cook - his team members try to get jack to go away cuz they’re alr all on the way to lunch, but jack is all “bro, i’m already here?!” and then the team members don’t seem to give too much of a thought to sending zhao zi off with A KNOWN GANG MEMBER? THEY JUST - let jack grab him

zhao zi, jack kidnapped you, don’t say hi to him like you guys have been friends since first grade!!!!!!

omg zhao zi brings him to the house - jack cooks EXACTLY what he cooked him the previous time at the house, and omg thai food

THEY’RE FLIRTING OVER INSTANT NOODLES?!!!

AWWWWWW zhao zi loves his grandma so much, he keeps everything that his grandma gifted him and places everything on the shelf, including a photo of her - PURE LOVE i really like that zhao zi treasures his grandma so much

lol jack is totally scoping the place out like an enemy’s hideout or smth, and profiling zhao zi 

jack is going to matchmake zhao zi and a girl - i think it’s totally a ploy to get zhao zi’s number, because the dude totally takes out his phone voluntarily to get jack’s ID and jack obviously is so happy to have his phone number?!!!! and sends him a sticker over LINE

back to tang yi’s house: he’s getting bandaged for his wound by cute and hot doctor, the one that treated shao fei the other time, and then hong ye turns up all panicked and flustered and demands from the doc: “will the injury get infected?!!!”

doc: “you crazy woman, how many years have i treated tang yi? have i ever done my job badly?”

hong ye: “how would i know, maybe your skills have deteriorated?!”

and then shao fei turns up and it’s funny as hell, they obviously know each other and have seen each other a few times over the years because they’re all pointing at each other like “YOU!!!” - the rivalry between them both is real and i am living for it

shao fei: “we’re friends!”

hong ye: “you guys are friends?!!!!”

tang yi: ⊙︿⊙ and then he half sides shao fei, looking to be in a real dilemma though, by saying “he’s HALF a friend!!!!” YAS TANG YI SUPPORT UR HUSBAND

and then immediately after hong ye stalks off angrily, shao fei turns to the doc and guess what, says: “will the injury get infected?!!!”

and the doc is like deja vu - “one just left, and another one appears” LOL hong ye and shao fei’s concern for tang yi, whether they like it or not, mirrors each other

the scene with hong ye and dao yi - cute, I SHIP!!!!! ice cream not-date i love it

police chief is a pretty good boss 

POLICE CHIEF U HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT’S COMING WHILE U EAT THAT PIZZA SLICE - everyone is totally avoiding shao fei as he asks to protect tang yi EXCEPT zhao zi, zhao zi you are really A GOOD FRIEND he’s trying his very best to make shao fei’s case for him

really looking forward to tomorrow’s episode i have to say - really liked that they delved a bit into the hong ye x dao yi relationship, and i love the sibling love hong ye has for tang yi, and gosh, that tang yi and shao fei are finally PROGRESSING ON THEIR RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP - and zhao zi and his grandma? and jack’s interest is all written on his face, and ANDY is an mvp he’s very sexy and hilarious

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Please Believe Victims!

Something that people don't seem to understand is that it's extremely difficult to prove sexual assault. Everyone being like "bUt WhErE iS tHe PrOoF?!" doesn't seem to understand that. The fact that there was even SOME pictures of people clearly looking uncomfortable in his embrace is honestly more proof than a lot of people usually have when trying to prove sexual assault. And the fact that there's a lot of people saying things, their stories, is another thing. I've never had any experience with Vic. I've met him once, he gave me off vibes, that was it. BUT I want to talk about my own experience being sexually assaulted, and I want to explain why it's so difficult to prove. Again, this is not a Vic story. I don't want to say the name of this person. I'm not comfortable saying his name publicly. He knows a lot of people in the anime community and cosplay community. He knows very popular cosplayers, he's friends with people who staff/run conventions. No, he's not some famous guy. His following isn't giant, but he just knows a lot of important people. That aside, here we go. I met this guy when I was 17, and I finally cut ties with him a bit after my 21st birthday. We met at a cosplay gathering, I was cosplaying Jin from Blazblue. He approached me because he knew of Blazblue, and we were having a nice chat about it. I barely knew this guy, but man I was super delighted to meet a fellow Blazblue fan. I don't exactly remember who he was cosplaying, but I'm 90% sure it was Xemnas from Kingdom Hearts. I also want to mention I believe he was 21 or 22 at the time; so an adult. Nothing uncomfortable happened, until we were all called for group photos. All the cosplayers at the gathering went over for photos, us included. A bit after the photos, when we were more alone (one of my friends was also there), he grabbed my ass. And not just once, a few times. He spanked me too. I didn't really know what to do, I was surprised, terrified, I looked clearly uncomfortable, but I really didn't say anything. I kinda just pretended it didn't happen. I really hoped I'd never see this guy again, but I kept seeing him at cosplay gatherings. There was one gathering around Christmas that same year, I was in my really shitty magnemite gijinka cosplay, and he just kept spanking me so many times. I told him to stop at that point. Not only was it uncomfortable, but it hurt, it startled me each time too. I don't like getting startled. He started to pout and act like he should be pitted, and it genuinely made me angry. I tried to avoid a lot of gatherings for a bit, but then there was this Homestuck one my friend and I went to. I was never into Homestuck, but we just decided to go. I went as Sougo from Gintama, but in a kigurumi (since my full cosplay didn't arrive yet). And that guy was there, so was his girlfriend (who btw was underage at the time). For a good amount of the gathering, he was okay. I thought "yeah, maybe he's finally gonna stop." We all hung out because we didn't really fit in with the Homestucks. A bit later on in the gathering, he had his hand behind my back, and he was trying to sneakily undo my bra strap. Thank god I caught him + thank god I was wearing ace bandages for binding (NOTE: don't use ace bandages to bind!). So like :/ He also would message me on facebook, and I was scared.. So I put myself in a relationship with a fictional character (Gray Fullbuster, because I used to be mad thirsty for him). That didn't work for obvious reasons, so I turned my chat off, so it looked like I was offline. >> obviously...didn't work.. After that gathering, I'd see him at cons. Thank GOD at least that one year, he was busy running around. I didn't have to deal with him. My friend's birthday came around, and I guess he was invited or something. I don't 100% remember everything from that day, but I was cosplaying gijinka shaymin. After the birthday gathering, we went over to Ihop (might have been Denny's, but they're super similar so). And he sat next to me (of course). I was put in a very uncomfortable situation. I have my phone on me, he asked for my number, and I was too scared to say no. I did say "I rarely text, so I don't think there's a point." He obviously didn't care. We exchanged numbers. The entire time we were eating, he kept texting me stuff. I ignored it, and he'd be like "hey check your text". He asked for nudes, and I whispered "I'm not that kinda person". and he kept whisper begging me "just one little peek? just one?" and don't worry, I never sent it to him. Also unfortunately, this was on a very old flip phone. idk where it is or how I can recover these text messages (or if it's even possible), but if anyone knows how, please tell me. Then there was a summer gathering. I guess my friends and one of his friends were really uncomfortable with his behavior towards me, and all decided to team up to confront him about it. I guess he had this weird fixation on me for whatever reason. There's stuff I still don't know about the conversation they all had, idk everything his friend knew (btw this friend of his is still a very good friend of mine, bless his soul). So I was there when this confrontation happened, he was like "sorry, I'll never do it again." I said "it's okay, I forgive you." Because I'm an anxious wreck and hate conflict. OBVIOUSLY, this wasn't the last of it. It got a whole the worse. So after my 18th birthday, there was an end of the summer gathering. I was in my Sougo cosplay. I was playing Pokemon on the grass, and he came over. (btw he did grope me a few times throughout the day, but I honestly can't fucking remember each time he groped me throughout the time I knew him, so I'm just telling significant parts of the story). And he tried to touch in between my legs. I clearly remember that time, I said "no". It was in a small voice, but I said it, he heard it, and he didn't stop. Also something I forgot to mention. He'd often call me sexy an be like "I want to kiss you" or "I want to have sex with you" whenever less people were around, and it was so uncomfortable. Thankfully, one of my guy friends at the time saw and came over. He was like "Hey, you're playing Pokemon, right? Can you show me your Pokemon?" and he pulled me away, and asked if I was okay, promised to stick with me for the rest of the gathering. There was going to be a party afterwards, which I said no to, but that gross man tried to convince my friend to go (and since she was going home with me, I had to stick with her). But that guy friend helped me convince her not to go. That whole situation is something I'll never forget, and I'm so happy this guy friend was there. But it just kept getting worse. << gonna flash forward to when I was in college, because this was when a lot of the bad stuff started happening. I was really depressed when I started college. I mean like a lot of people are? I felt like I was undeserving, I was sad I wasn't a kid anymore, and I was terrified of being an adult. I'd cry a lot in the car before class. I didn't really talk to people at school. I felt super mega alone all the time. Like when you're in high school, you get to see friends every single day, but since I knew no one, well.. :/ That and I was way too anxious to talk to anyone unless approached first (surprise surprise, I'm still this way Dx ) Anyways, the only time I'd get to see friends was sometimes on weekends, it wasn't too often at first, since my friends were all super busy and stuff. I saw that gross person at a cosplay gathering, I was cosplayed as Chihiro from Danganronpa. And like.. he wasn't be really weird to me. He was being nice, normal, nothing creepy. And I got comfortable. We started messaging a little bit on facebook, and he wasn't being weird. I thought he changed. And for a few times after, he wasn't doing anything weird either. My dumbass agreed to hang out with him and his girlfriend, and even then, even the first few times, it was a completely normal hangout. I thought he might have grew out of that. Because I genuinely believe people can change, but it was all a lie. I believe he was trying to pull me in, get me comfortable, so that I would lower my guard. He even would pay for my food, despite me insisting I could. He'd also pay for things I'd try to buy on my own, and refused to take my money. I thought "wow, he's being a nice person." Eventually, he started making sexual jokes. I thought nothing of it, but that should have been a huge red flag. He eventually started touching me again, even with his girlfriend around. She never did a thing about it, but maybe she was scared (btw same girlfriend I mentioned earlier. The one he dated when she was underage; she was the same age as me). Touching like.. he'd grope my boobs, my ass, slide his hand between my legs, try to reach under my shirt/pants. He'd say so often "I want to have sex with you", "I want to have a threesome". and would ask me what my fetishes were (never said it), and just like.. super gross stuff. But I was a big dumbass. I stuck with this for years. Dealt with it because he was nice to me. I'd think "well, it wasn't happening all the time, so if it happened, it would be over within a minute probably". Whenever he'd do something, I'd freeze up outta fear and count in my head. Sometimes it lasted 10 seconds, sometimes a few minutes. I dealt with it because he was nice to me, and I was so insecure. My mom and grandma didn't know about this at all. Once my mom almost found out. She saw a weird facebook message on my laptop while I wasn't in the room (I left messages open on my screen), and she asked me. I lied to her, and she kept asking. I kept lying and convinced her it was just a joke. I remember this one thing he told me, I was 20. He was talking about someone he used to be friends with. How he'd do this stuff to her, and she'd just pretend like it wasn't happening too. He told me he thought it was cute how I'd get all stiff and act like it wasn't happening. That's really fucking disgusting. He started getting upset with me because I made some more friends, and we started hanging out, he wasn't invited of course. Especially my second year of AX. Oh gosh I also witnessed him verbally abusing his girlfriend, but I won't go into that right now. But it was terrifying. I witnessed it happen a few times. And idk if I ever publicly talked about my triggers. But angry screaming is very triggering to me, so erhdcj. Anyways, after my 21st birthday, my friend and I went to a mini convention. There was a contest, I misunderstood what she said and thought she wanted me to keep the whole thing a secret from everyone. So I told no one where I was going, I was even like "hey mom, my friend and I are gonna go to LT!" and she was like "Cool". So that whole day was a bunch of fun. One of our friends took pictures and posted it, and that gross man (who wasn't there, didn't know I was going) messaged me a sad face. I genuinely didn't know what was wrong, so I asked him. He was very angry that I didn't tell him where I was going, like that was something I was supposed to do. This anger scared me, so I distanced myself for a bit. He started purposely doing things on social media to make me upset, one including my fb name being reported (still convinced it was him, because the fact that it didn't happen until this is just so strange). Then there was this event I was supposed to host that came up. I was.. terrified he was gonna go, so terrified I had an anxiety attack in my room. And my mom came into this worried, and that was the day I told her everything, all the stuff that man did. And god I was terrified she wasn't going to believe me, that she was going to get angry at me, but when she gently pulled me into her arms and hugged me close.. it was.. a very nice feeling. I didn't go to the gathering, another friend of mine hosted it for me instead. And then a convention months later happened. Previously I talked to his girlfriend about it. and she was being an apologist for him. He tried to approach me at the con, I walked away. He messaged me, and I officially cut ties with him. Despite no longer having ties with that terrible human being. I'd see him at so many events. And he'd purposely do things to make me uncomfortable. Like waving at me, or going up to people who were close by me. He even tried to recently friend my noncosplay fb, which I forgot to block him on. *DEEP BREATH* And I never reported him. I was afraid to. I thought about it so many times, but I thought "wow, what proof do I even have?" I have a few weird facebook messages, but those could have easily just been pushed aside because they really weren't much. I don't have pictures of him doing anything. I don't have video. There was witnesses, yes. But that's just someone's word, yeah? He also knew so many people, so many important people.. So many sexual assault cases are like this. People are too afraid to report because they're scared they won't be believed (I mean, look at how many people who are calling those who're coming out about Vic liars?). Because when victims look around, all they see are the various situations in which people try to report someone, and they're not believed. Companies, communities, authorities not taking them seriously. In so many sexual assault cases, there's not going to be video proof, picture proof, voice recordings, screenshots, etc. It's usually just someone's word, someone's experience. And I get that's not much, but consider this. When there's SO MANY PEOPLE saying the same fucking thing about someone, such as in Vic's case, that's a giant red flag. And when things are being said for years, that's not enough? LOOK AT HOW MANY PEOPLE CAME FORWARD ABOUT VIC! LOOK HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR!!! In my case, with the person I was talking about in my story, the gross man.. I've heard people have reported him to con staff, people have tried to say things (he's done stuff to a lot of people), but nothing has ever happened. No punishment, nothing. He's nice to people on the surface. He's good at talking. He's made people happy. I'm sure there's people who'd be like "wow _____ did nothing wrong because he's so nice to me uwu". He knows a lot of people. I've heard he's also ruined people too. What's the point of all this? Yes, Vic is good at playing nice. He knows how to say things people want to hear, he knows how to act in such a way so that he looks like a good guy. I mean, why else would there be so many posts in the #KickVic tag of people being like "Vic did nothing wrong. Here's a picture of me and Vic hugging uwu he's so nice." I want to end this by saying.. Sometimes the nicest people turn out to be the worst people. And I get it's something hard to take in, I get it's hard not to be in denial. But the proof is out there. I know it's not video proof or stuff like that, but the voices of so many people screaming about this for over a decade should be enough. Why the fuck would THAT many people, voice actors included, spend over a decade plotting his downfall? That shit doesn't make sense. Like seriously.. the amount of people who've been coming out about Vic Lasagna is a lot, and it's been going on for over a decade. Think about that.

[avenger-hawk]

Hi, how do u see the relationship between obito and sasuke? Also could you please help me find that scene where some ninja talk about how they wish they could kill itachi and sasuke wants fo fight them, but obito stops him; and there's another one where sasuke just had the eye transplant and remembers his first fight w naruto and then obito appears and teleports them? Please help me bcs i am really interested in sasuke-obito relationship, thanks in advance

Me too, their relationship is very intriguing to me, and I wish there were more moments of them. The snippets shown in the manga and anime were very interesting.

I replied to similar asks about Obito and Sasuke here and here.

When it begins, Obito seems more “attached” to Itachi, he even sounds kind of angry with Sasuke for not having understood anything, thus for having caused his death. After all he was Itachi’s mentor, even though he pretended to be Madara and not himself. But he sort of mellows out as he speaks, never breaking the role he’s acting of course, but becoming more understanding of Sasuke and his reasons, all the while observing him. Even when he tells Sasuke the truth about Itachi he defines it a gamble, as Sasuke might want to respect Itachi’s will or not. But he chooses to destroy Konoha, like Obito hoped for.

Their relationship and their interactions are interesting, like I said. Both keep a distance from the other, since they’re leaders (if Akatsuki, or Team Taka) and have a goal for which they intend to use the other. Yet Sasuke, as the pure and honest person as he is, despite telling Taka he wants to use Akatsuki for his goal, doesn’t tell his comrades that he wants to destroy the whole village, while he tells Obito, who doesn’t judge him, instead he muses that when people love there’s also a chance of knowing hatred. 

Obito kind of takes care of Sasuke, he wants him to take Itachi’s eyes because he knows that MS will make him blind. He saves him from the Kage and he brings him to safety after the encounter with Kakashi, Naruto and Team7, when he’s exhausted and blind. Then he operates him, he asks him if he’s in pain and tells him to rest. Sure he has a goal and Sasuke is useful but still. And Sasuke is relatively comfortable around him. Sure he is used to being around strangers, and creepy ones like Orochimaru, but still.

I think that since they lived in the same hideout for a while, there should be many more moments of them, that are not shown in the anime/manga. Like, I think that Sasuke asked him about Itachi a lot of times, and Obito told him a lot about his brother. They indeed spent a lot of time together, like that moment you mention, where they’re in a tavern or something and shinobi talk ill about Itachi and Sasuke wants to attack them but Obito calms him down. That’s episode 335 btw, since you asked. I’m not trying to “cutifie” anything (like turning Akatsuki into a canon-happy group of friends or smth) but the way he calms him down is very firm, authoritative but not in an entirely cold way, unlike a random stranger would. He does sound like a superior but also a relative somehow. Sasuke too is different than how he was under Orochimaru (before he “killed” him, not after he revived him), he’s still himself and still in a hurry to have his revenge, but more respectful.

It’s disappointing that in the war arc there was nothing for them, beside Obito calling Sasuke “fellow traitor” in ep375, then totally ignoring him as if they never met, once he turned to the good side and he became a Naruto fanboy.

Anyway I think these 2 had a lot of potential, however you might see them.

As for those episodes, like I said the first one you mentioned is ep335, the second one I’m not sure. In ep 220 Sasuke wakes up from the transplant, I don’t remember in which episode he’s about to have it transplanted but I only remember that he thinks about Itachi, not the fight against Naruto. In ep 326 he removes his bandages and leaves the hideout alone, he attacks some Zetsus to know what’s going on so when they mention Naruto he thinks about him. In ep204 Obito teleports Sasuke to his own dimension, saving him from Mei and the Kage.And he teleports him back to make him fight Danzo in ep208 but there’s Karin too.