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shih-coulda-had-it · 3 months ago

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stormverine | rolo week! day three | trust

wc: ~1800

a/n: expanded from an earlier wip post. technically gen, but definitely setting up the ship (and what i will probably have to tag as Power Dynamics, because i enjoy writing guard dogs what else is new)

Logan’s sanity has been in question for a good decade. Optimistically speaking, it’s a work-in-progress. When he was Weapon X for the Canadian government, Heather and Mac made an effort to keep him on an even keel.

More human than weapon. More reason than instinct.

He’d sensed he was hitting some kind of block by the time Xavier came to fetch him. Something that couldn’t be overcome by medicine or therapy prescribed by a bunch of doctors who pretended to understand what the hell was happening to him.

And don’t get him wrong. Xavier pretends to understand too, but the professor’s got telepathy, and that at least gets him a better view of the struggle. It gets Logan the surety of a safety rope; painless, so he wouldn’t flinch and retaliate, and inexorable, so he couldn’t resist. The fact that the X-Men also gets him a front-row ticket to some of the worst mind-bending trips of Logan’s life is, well…

Pessimistically speaking, Logan is losing the war to keep his goddamned mind. He’s lashing out on reflex and instinct, seeing enemies in his peripheral. His reasoning, his memory, it’s all going to pot.

It was bad under Scott’s leadership. It is worse now, but he won’t blame it on Ororo.

The slide’s been building momentum. Too many slips without a save. Xavier can’t be there all the time, so Logan tries to keep rational on his own, tries to keep the bloodlust down now that there’s an actual kid at the mansion. Kurt seems to get it; he offers out of genuine sincerity to let Logan blow off steam with their games in the woods, and more than once, Logan is sure that Kurt’s had something to do with making sure Logan bumps into Ororo once a day.

Which, on principle, Logan resents.

Logan is a grown-ass mutant who doesn’t need minding. Never mind the evidence that Ororo helps, just by offering a word, a joke, or a mug of coffee. If Kurt indulges Logan’s bestial instincts, Ororo settles them. They aren’t pressed down like they are when Xavier intervenes. They aren’t even redirected to productive, if equally destructive, purposes, which was a favorite tactic of Scott’s.

It’s not good. He shouldn’t be thinking of Ororo like a touchstone.

Yet when he breaks free from Doom’s cage, disoriented and half-mad, it’s Ororo he thinks of first. The team is scattered and the micro-transceivers aren’t working; the world outside the castle is clearly out of sorts with a wind howling as loud as the animal inside him. Logan doesn’t bother wasting time weighing his priorities—Ororo comes first.

He thinks in a different world, he throws in the towel and removes himself from the trappings of civilization altogether. It chafes to be restricted by things like orders, morals, ethics. He hadn’t liked it under the Canadian government, he hasn’t enjoyed the lectures from Cyclops and Xavier, and—the itch to act out and test the boundaries that Storm sets…

It’s still there. It’s nipping at his heels. Something’s going to give.

Before that, though, Logan can’t help but tie his fate to Ororo’s. When he and Kurt force Doom to revert the organic steel transformation and Storm emerges not just free but furious, Logan admittedly thinks twice about trying to restrain her.

Her rage is valid, isn’t it? Who has the right to leash a goddess?

So it’s not Logan who pulls Storm back, since he definitely lacks Colossus’s steady faith and firm trust in the human spirit. And in the chaotic rush to prevent Storm from going rogue, Logan’s thin and desperate plea to a higher being will be forgotten.

His thoughts are muddled throughout the aftermath, save for the instinctual training of his senses on where and what Storm does to negotiate their exit.

She uses the Wolverine’s name like a naked blade catching the light, and Logan isn’t even bothered. Let him be the threat. He’d relish the reputation if it got Doom’s slippery manners and hollow, courteous gestures to stop.

When they agree to a truce, to a clean slate, Logan chews on the implications all the way home. He’s perversely glad that he can focus enough to puzzle over that last exchange.

Human enough to be jealous. Wonderful.

It’s something like a week after they return to the mansion, after Angel abruptly cuts from the team for greener (saner) pastures, that Logan remembers he’s human enough for the less pleasant sides of humanity too.

The nightmares have come back with a fucking vengeance.

Logan never remembers them, doesn’t have to, because what they do to his heart rate and sweat glands and sensory system says it all: he’s fucking terrified. Of what? The mansion creaks like it always does, old and reliable and drafty with all the recent repair work done to its walls and windows. The various scents are homely: blends of the incense sticks he burns, the remnants of meals, the smells of his teammates.

He should feel safe here.

A memory snarls, a phantom sound. Logan wrenches himself out of bed and just barely restrains the claws from extending. His clothes do a lot to wick the sweat away, but it chills the back of his neck and raises the hairs, and he—

Logan lurches for the door. Ghosts. Spirits. He can’t trust his senses. He’s been put into too many situations where his heightened senses worked against him.

If the Professor isn’t reaching out to help him, isn’t beaming his deafening reprimand to calm down and be rational, then—! Logan doesn’t let himself finish that thought. If Xavier thought Logan was too far gone, he’d try and cage him in MacTaggert’s facility. No, maybe it’s more likely that Logan’s mutation has finally adapted to the invasive nature of Xavier’s mind-touches. Maybe Xavier needs to exert a little more conscious effort to catch when Logan’s about to let loose.

Maybe Logan’s head is masking its own damn disintegration.

He slips into the hallway, barefoot. He eases the door shut behind him. He has to trust something. There is something in his head that is standing firm, steadfast, someone who smells like ozone and greenery, dust after rain.

The stairs up to Ororo’s attic-loft have never seemed farther, but Logan’s pushed himself through hell before. He steps silently, nimbly, until he’s ascending and at the door to Ororo’s personal haven.

Before he can stop himself, he’s—

“Ororo,” he calls out quietly.

The door swings open. “Logan?” she says, blinking. There are no curtains in her loft, and the moonlight washes her hair and the outline of her body in blue. The tension in his shoulders and spine vanishes. Logan digs his nails into his palms, clawing for clarity.

“‘Roro, I don’t—I don’t rightly know what the hell’s happenin’ to me right now. My head…”

“My friend, come in,” she says.

She’s worried. Obviously. It’s not every day that the Wolverine admits to a bit of headache and a spiraling feral temperament.

The door clicks shut, but she doesn’t switch the light on. Instead, Ororo draws him to the windows. Her eyes are steady on his, and when she reaches to touch his face to check for fever, Logan lets her. Her hands are a little chilled, wind-chapped too. “Is this something I can help you with? Shall I ask for the Professor?”

“If he had an idea, he’d have said it. Done it already.”

Ororo is silent. Belatedly, Logan realizes that he’s let his eyes shut, his vocal cords free. He’s goddamn purring like a rusty engine, and leaning into her hands to boot. He locks up and in like a good soldier.

“Logan—”

“Sorry,” he croaks, and tries to pull away. “My control’s slippin’. I know it. The team knows it. I’m becomin’ as much a danger to the X-Men as to the creeps we fight.”

She holds him still. “Would you not say the same of me? I have never lost myself to my powers before. I hurt my team in an effort to stay as I was.”

“That’s different. You were—trapped—” Logan struggles to make the difference in their situations clear. Her brief foray into primal rage was born of a unique hell preying on her past, her fears, her innate desire to dance along the winds. He’s just like this. He’s always been like this.

Her thumbs brush over his cheekbones; she is bold enough to card her fingers through his hair, and the long nails scratch Logan’s scalp like he’s some pet.

Fuck, maybe he is. Logan goes boneless, goes to his knees and tips his head to her, breathes out and in like meditation. His eyes close in anticipation of judgment.

“I do not accept your resignation from the X-Men,” Ororo says. “I will not accept any question of your leaving, unless there is some dire need of your presence elsewhere.”

“... Nice caveat.”

“I would not be who I was without some measure of freedom,” she responds wryly. “But I believe I am beginning to understand what might keep you here, beyond promises and vows.” The air shifts. He knows, without a doubt, that Ororo is kneeling too. “The Professor doubts your ability to reason in moments of crisis. I cannot seem to get it through his head that you, my friend, help me keep this team together.”

The affectionate nickname leaves his mouth without permission. “Darlin’,” he says, before snapping his teeth together with a click.

Ororo tugs his hair in reprimand, and Logan’s spine goes a little liquid. He cracks open his eyes, registers the slight smile, hears the quickened heartbeat. Her blue eyes are bright despite the dim illumination that pours through the skylights.

“Sorry,” he offers, guiltily. “I can be a professional about this.”

“If you were capable of being wholly professional, you would not be in this situation,” Ororo says. “Can you tell me what you need, Logan? Or shall I guide you in ignorance, as my predecessors did before me?”

Logan considers the request. Slowly, he says, “I ain’t askin’ for perfection. I don’t go lookin’ for it, either. I don’t care about the mistakes you’ve made, because the good you do outweighs all of that. Past, present, and future.”

She waits. He gives in first.

“Balance,” he says. “Don’t ask me to choose one or the other. Human or animal. Duty or freedom. The mission or—your life. I know what hard sacrifices are, and I’ll make them when I have to. I can’t promise to be your completely obedient servant—” Ororo interrupts him with a snort of derisive humor, and Logan flashes a quicksilver grin back, “—but I don’t mind deferrin’ to you. You’re team leader.”

“I am not as experienced as Scott was.”

“What’s that matter? There are dozens of ‘experienced’ team leaders that do worse with better people.” Logan hesitates, but finally catches Ororo’s wrists and takes her hands down, holds them in his, runs his thumbs over the fine knuckles and brown skin tinted blue. Then he lifts them and presses his lips to the slender digits, eyes cast down. Quietly, he murmurs, “Lead me, wind-rider.”

#uncanny xmen #marvel tag #roloweek2025 #stormverine #storm #ororo munroe #wolverine #james logan howlett #shih.txt #sorry to everyone who thought i'd be normal about guard/purse/lap dog wolverine #and also sorry to everyone who thought this would be a well-paced chapter fic #i'm a habitual time-skipper

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momo-de-avis · 2 years ago

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What is a pombeline cage ?

It's a structure that was developed after the 1755 earthquake by the military engineers hired by the Marquis of Pombal (hence the name). The structure is entirely made of wood and resembles a cage, and was originally embedded into the buildings, on the ground and first floor, so it was not visible (it was never meant to be). It looked something like this

It's based on a principle very much applied in anti seismic constructions today, which I don't know the name of, but basically it allows a building to sway instead of shaking back and forth, so it won't just fall forward into another building, blocking the roads with rubble. It allows the stone to crumble and ultimately it preserves the lives of the people inside.

Take into account that this is 1758 and it's not taking into consideration tall buildings, but also, when the project for Lisbon's reconstruction is approved, that's the first time legislation is passed in terms of how to build a city and what a public façade is. In shorter words, it's the closest thing to building codes we have.

So the building code regarding the cage stated it would only work on buildings up to 4 stories high. Anything above that, no guarantee that the cage would be effective, and in fact, might just cause precisely what the cage was trying to avoid from the beginning: buildings falling forward onto other buildings, completely blocking any real escape route.

(the next paragraphs are going to be Very geographically specific. They're about portugal and nowhere else)

But you see, the 80s happened, which is something that, while fondly remembered in nostalgia porn like stranger things and literally anything that has ever come out of Nuno Markl's mouth, it was in fact the most appalling decade for architecture. Which is about when portugal decides these 1755 "laws" (if you could call them that) are stupid. So they changed the structure of most of these. They added fifth and sixth floors, and they tore out the cage and exposed it.

It's not uncommon to find an exposed beam from the cage or a full cage on display in a building in downtown, because they were basically removed and exposed like interesting pieces when they had a structural purpose to begin with. But most places you'll find these in is, of course, in downtown. Which means it's establishments like restaurants (I know of at least two that have it exposed).

It has since become a symbol of history so if a home has it, and especially one in the historic centre, it's going to add value to the apartment. And i mean value.

I don't know where that woman lives but I recall seeing a video where you could see out her window and she had a view over the river. I can't remember if it was high or not but if is, it's on a hill, which means that, depending what hill, that cage might have been moved there.

It could be that it's fake ofc. I can't fully judge that from a video. But from what I'm seeing, it does look like an authentic cage that was just moved. And you can tell it was moved because it sits on her floor and it's supporting nothing. A real cage would be inside the building (for it to work it has to be between the stone) and it would go through the floor, but it would not be visible.

So, all in all: houses in downtown lisbon are already insanely expensive (twice the price of an average apartment in Tokio). Now one with an historical artifact is even more expensive

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casliveblog · 1 year ago

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Custom Toonami Block Week 171 Rundown

Inuyasha The Final Act: Moryomaru’s on his shit again running around absorbing random demons and… he’s after the snake demons from Yashahime? Honestly I completely forgot they were in the original series and apparently for good reason because the FUCKING DIE, like for all its faults usually Yashahime was pretty good about the connective tissue between the original and itself but I guess these guys just aren’t dead anymore by the time of the series. It is kinda dumb that Moryomaru just kinda wants them because ‘they’re snake brothers that hate each other so if I eat them I can fuse stuff to other stuff’ but his arc’s getting ready to end anyway so who cares. Meanwhile Inuyasha’s consulting Totosai about why his new Tessaiga upgrade doesn’t work the diagnosis is basically ‘sword’s fine, you’re just a lil bitch’ basically the same principle that turns Inuyasha into a full demon if the Tessaiga’s not protecting him, he can’t just absorb demonic energy as a half demon or else he’ll go crazy (did anyone ever tell Towa this? Feel like that was literally never a problem for her) but yeah Inuyasha has to run through a demonic obstacle course and learn how to see swirls of demonic energy which… he could already do with the Wind Scar but I guess this is different. Long story short, he gains the power to cut open wells of demonic energy instead of absorbing them, I think this is used like twice before the Meidou Zangetsuha comes by and eats its lunch which is really funny because they already allude to Meidou Zangetsuha being Tessaiga’s Final Form (which you’d think he could just keep absorbing new powers forever idk) so even on release Dragon Scale Tessaiga is already power crept.

Castlevania: We get an extended scene of how Lisa was captured by the church for… having glass and gears I guess, most of it is stuff we already knew though the thing that sticks out to me is she didn’t use a fake last name, like she goes by Lisa Tepes, good for her being proud of her husband and all but don’t people know Dracula’s name is Vlad Tepes? I think I heard someone mention it before so you’re not really helping your case of not being a hellspawn when you literally have Dracula’s last name, it’s a Ben Kenobi situation all over again. Either way, Dracula calls all his boys up to be like ‘yo, we gonna fuck shit up’ and he’s hired two anime misanthropes with suitably tragic backstories for why humans are awful, to do the planning because if you can’t think on a human level you’re gonna fuck shit up. Though even the resident bloodthirsty fight dude Godbrand is like ‘wait we have a plan? I thought we were just sacking villages all over and summoning as much hellspawn as we could’ which is kind of the plan at this point. I do like how Dracula’s rage is personalized by an exhausted finality instead of a howling rage, like everyone seems to be on the same page of ‘look we don’t like genocide, but this humanity thing has had a good run and needs to stop’ which is kind of worse, like there’s only so much talk no jutsu you can do with someone who’s done talking. Meanwhile Trevor, Sypha and Alucard get their initial brooding about their new journey out of the way (Also how old is Alucard? Like he looks in his twenties, but Lisa doesn’t look that much older than when she met Dracula, maybe she just aged like a fine wine or maybe vampire aging is different and you just pop out a twenty year old classy man but it feels like that did not seem to be a twenty year gap). And now Dracula has moved the castle with the big 3D object thing that’s like the only thing I remember from Symphony of the Night.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megudad is on the rampage and is ready to Rock Lee all over Cthulu and it’s honestly just fantastic to see like after all the complex bullshit with Domains and Animation jargon last episode it’s satisfying to just watch Dadgumi punch the absolute shit out of this guy. They establish he barely has sentience at this point and is basically acting like a heat seeking missile on the largest mass of cursed energy in the area but once he’s done stabbing Cthulu with nunchaku he takes Megumi outside so idk if he does have a shard of sentience in there and just wants to see his son for a sec or if Megumi’s vaguely defined secret superpowers just make him next on Dadgumi’s heat seeking missile radar. Meanwhile Jogo shows up and Cracatoa’s the remaining three guys in like two seconds and I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be an ‘oh shit he’s strong’ moment or an ‘oh shit those guys were really worn out’ moment. Meanwhile meanwhile, the high school girls are sticking fingers down Yuji’s throat because he apparently has no gag reflex and swallows whatever you put in his mouth when he’s unconscious. Only for Jogo to come out and feed him MORE fingers, like half of them right here which they acknowledge they have to do a bunch at once so Sukuna can take over temporarily before Yuji’s body can adapt. I had a feeling JJK wasn’t going to stick to a Shikon Jewel Shard narrative style of collecting the fingers one at a time but this is still a little more than I expected since he’s basically 75% done and got more fingers in him than a Battle Royale Chinese Finger Trap. So yeah Sukuna’s awake but unfortunately for these guys he want to the Muzan Kibutsuchi school of ‘if you’re not immediately subservient and stroking my ego you’re just dead’ and the high school girls get offed for asking him to save Geto even though he asked them what they wanted, like why’s he even asking if he has no intention of doing anything for anybody. I don’t really like this style of villainy like I tend to go more for people that are reasonable to at least not murder their subordinates instantly since it always makes the villains look egotistical and insecure if they can’t handle five seconds of someone not licking their boots but I suppose it is an effective way to show how powerful they are. Meanwhile Jogo goes over the plan to make sure Sukuna stays in control of Yuji’s body and Sukuna’s just like ‘bro I did that a season and a half ago’ but he gives him the same ultimatum he gave Yuji at that point, land one hit and he’ll do them a favor. Idk if Sukuna even intends to make good on any of these I think he just likes flexing on people cause he offers these a lot.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: As a prelude to their journey to go meet with real ghosts, Frieren and Fern have a classic ‘can you shoot a ghost if it looks like someone you love’ mini-adventure, it’s pretty simple but it works for what it has to in order to solidify both of their resolve to go take care of their unfinished business. And then the girls take turns taking pot shots at a dragon and decide they could really use a tank, luckily Eisen was training a tank named Stark in the nearby village so they’re just gonna go pick him up, get the x-ray specs Frieren wants from the dragon and save the village in the meanwhile if they have time. Now Stark is kinda interesting because he’s like a combo of Zenitsu from Demon Slayer and King from One Punch Man in that he’s a weird coward and a fraud but also genuinely ridiculously strong, he just has no real combat experience and thus is terrified of actual monsters. This may also be in part due to him being the only survivor of his home village which he booked it out of when he was a kid, Eisen wanted to train that out of him which I feel like is a little harsh to beat up a kid about running from a horde of monsters, like that’s not cowardice that’s just being fucking nine. But he seems to have internalized some of that and never really gotten over seeing himself as a coward combined with his lack of experience so despite being able to chop a mountain in half like that story of the guy making a path to the hospital, he’s gonna need some help popping his Monster Cherry.

Vinland Saga: So Arnheid’s plan was a little different than I thought, she’s not sneaking in to see Gardar she’s just kinda… asking to come in and because Wolf left and can’t tell her to gfto she gets the one guy that will let her in, I like how she doesn’t even flirt to do it like she’s not a femme fatale she just shows up and looks pretty and the guy is just there for it. So yeah while they’re talking about a metaphorical storm it literally starts raining because Vinland Saga god has a sense of humor and Gardar pulls a Rick Grimes to bite the guard’s neck out and slaughters everyone when Arnheid cuts him free in a split second panic. Like honestly she was kinda against a wall here like ignoring the fact that it was a coin flip split second decision for her husband, even if she didn’t help him the guards are still gonna assume the guy with a chunk out of his neck had more to do with her than the guy that’s all tied up so she didn’t have much choice. Meanwhile back with Thorfinn and Einar, Thorfinn outlines his philosophy of dismantling the toxic masculinity of Norse culture and how defying cultural norms is better than just fucking murdering people that are mildly rude to you. Still he theorizes that if they can stop the root of endless wars they can kill two birds with one pacifist stone and end a large portion of the slave trade. Given slavery and human trafficking are STILL a thing we know this doesn’t quite work out but at least it’s not as normalized and prone to vast swaths of ‘we killed your guys that were good at killing so you belong to us now’ so uhhh… baby steps? Baby, thousand year long steps… Meanwhile the guards are searching their barn for Gardar and Arnheid which tips Thorfinn and Einar off that they’ve escaped and now they’ve got a decision to make about who to help with that.

Was gonna add the two new shows this week but couldn't find some of them and ran out of time so I'll think more on what I want to watch this coming week and try to get some new additions for next weekend.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Inuyasha #Castlevania #Jujutsu Kaisen #Frieren #Souso no Frieren #Vinland Saga

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queer-crusader · 2 years ago

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okay separate post about Will Turner because i love him actually

my man throws his sword twice in this film. Once to block off Jack's exit during their fight in the workshop, and once to save his life at the gallows. This man is a SPECTACULAR swordsman (and during that fight in the 'shop? When Jack tests his skill? it feels less out of curiosity and more sort of mentor-y. I think that's the most truly captain-like we've seen Jack, but that's about Jack, not Will. Still, love that moment). But MORE than that, he is a good man and a good pirate.

His whole arc gets put into a few simple words by Jack:

"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday."

Throughout the film we go from Will seeing absolute red at the mere mention of pirates, furiously trying to kill Jack and dispute the fact that his father was anything else than a merchant sailor, to who he is by the end of it. We see him in the brig of the Pearl with the other crew members as he asks them about his father, and when Pintel and Ragetti tell him Bill never felt comfortable with the mutiny and sent off the treasure because he believed they all deserved to be and remain cursed, and Mr Gibbs called him a good man... His face lights up. Because now he knows for a fact Bill Turner was a pirate and a good man. He had principles that he stood by. And it helps Will to accept the same duality within him

There's also the whole class difference between him and Elizabeth and Norrington that i think is so fascinatingly written. Will knows he is of lesser standing and cannot afford to step outside of it ("How many more times must i tell you to call me Elizabeth, Will?" "At least once more, miss Swan. As always." "...Good day then, Mr Turner") while Elizabeth is more brash and outspoken towards him, especially after her dream that transported her back to her ten-year-old self. He behaves like a gentleman (because he is a good man, but also because he has to), but as the film is set in motion, his frustrations at being overlooked and ignored due to his standing despite his heart and skill start to shine through. When Elizabeth is taken, he bursts into Norrington's tactical meeting to retrieve her, telling them all his plans aren't good enough when Norrington responds drily and with this unwavering reason in his voice, and slams a hatchet into the map. Norrington takes him aside and, now with strain shining through in his voice, reminds Will to please remember he is not the only man present who cares for Elizabeth (referring to both himself and the governor, her father, who is also present).

Norrington later calls him rash for acting when the Navy was working on a plan, which does track - Will is rash. But it does make me think if that rashness and the outbursts are supposedly a sign of the fire of piracy in his blood, or also a representation of his class and the effect that it has on him for being treated constantly as lesser than when he in truth measures up so well. He has to fight for everything dear to him. But that fire and passion of course do remain even when he finally gets to be with Elizabeth and no longer has to fight for her. Anyway, all that to say that my man has heart. And i love him very dearly

#anne speaks #potc #long post #you can tell so well he's out of place when he first comes to visit the governor to present his sword #he's awkward he breaks the scenery but he behaves just as expected of him #i just love him okay #also sidenote this just popped into my head and really is more a note on my other potc post about this film not holding your hand but #little details like jack knowing there's smt fancy going on at the fort bc he's down in the bay and can faintly hear the music #i missed that detail upon previous watches!#also jack being confused at seeing the pirate with his little bombs in the street again is bc he killed the guy like. 10 mins ago #which i guess is obvious really but it didn't really ever sink in for me when i was younger #there's a lot of subtle little things in the writing for such a bombastic film #like. barbossa literally says YARRR before cackling evilly #subtle is not a word one would expect for this franchise #and YET #okay okay im done for now #but keep an eye out bc im also gonna rewatch pt 2 and 3 and will livespam those too

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verushkak70 · 5 months ago

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OK wait: hang on here: let me preface this with: I LOATHE THE REPUBLICAN PARTY - actively, vehemently loathe - always have, always will, never voted Republican, never will, wouldn't if they were the last/only party on earth - because, among many, many other horrible things, Republicans (Reagan & Bush Sr) kept the minimum wage at $3.35/hour for over a decade as COL continued to rise, for years, while minimum wage was what I earned

& furthermore Republicans (Reagan again) cut the minimum wage from $3.35/hour to $2.01/hour specifically for jobs that receive tips - & both of these things occurred while I was a waitress, so I (and millions of single mothers; let's remember Harvey Keitel's lines about tipping in the opening scene of Reservoir Dogs rn, k? because he wasn't wrong) literally had my shit wage cut by more than 1/3 simply because it was a job that generally (not always, trust me on that!) got tipped

& let's remember that Jimmy Carter put solar panels on the White House while he was President

& as soon as Reagan won & moved into the WH, that oil-money-funded piece of shit immediately ripped them down

Not to mention that while other countries were mobilizing national(ized) health services to combat HIV/AIDS when it was killing tons of people in the 80s & 90s, the Republicans blamed homosexuals for getting sick & dying, & Republican presidents wouldn't even address it - including the one whose son was semi-openly gay (Reagan again)

Not to mention that literally since the day Roe v Wade came down Republicans were trying to restrict abortion & working to block/overturn Roe v Wade

To sum up: for those & literally a thousand other crucial reasons, I loathe the Republicans & I always & forever will

But let's also be very, very clear: if the Democratic National Committee had not fucked Bernie Sanders over (twice!) & engineered Hillary to be the de facto candidate for 2016, Donald Trump would never have won the first fucking time & we would not be in this deep shit now

Corporate pollsters hired by DNC did what they do: manufactured consent for Hillary when the public clearly wanted Bernie Sanders instead - an Independent, not actually a Democrat - because they already knew he was not compromised like the Democrats already were

Well, they can lie about & statistically manipulate polls, but the proof was at the ballot boxes on election day: whether or not you agreed with it or liked it (& I did not) the majority of people voting did not want Hillary & did not vote for her - so Dump won

& tbf? I wanted Bernie too! Hillary was only ever the lesser of evils imo for a variety of reasons (one of which was that the Clinton administrations were the most corporatized, Republican version of the Democrats yet, plus NAFTA & GATT was on Clinton's watch, which also fucked over the working class of America)

Let's all just stop pretending - this current Democratic Party? Is not Jimmy Carter's Democratic Party & it hasn't been for a very, very long time

& this Democratic party elite was willing to utterly disregard the will of the majority of American voters to install who they thought "deserved" to win, whose "turn" they thought it should be, for the 2016 Democratic presidential nomination - with utterly predictable results for anyone paying fucking attention

Yet Nancy fucking Pelosi said that abortion was "kind of fading as an issue" in fucking 2017, while she knew the man in the White House was hell bent on pleasing his evangelical "Christian" base by appointing as many right-wing federal judges as possible - jfc, people! wake the fuck up!

Sure, bitch, maybe for your 40-years-post-menopausal ass, "abortion [was] fading as an issue" - but what about young women? Girls?

Rape & incest victims?

Your fucking Democratic principles? - or lack thereof??

Most of us post-menopausal liberal-to-left bitches still actually care about women's rights for everybody! We know not everyone has the power or money to just fly to a blue state & get yourself/your daughter/your granddaughter/your niece/a rape victim/an incest victim an abortion - or throw money &/or power at a red state doctor & get an abortion coded in the medical record as a medically necessary D&C

In fact 2/3+ of Americans believe the decision should be up to the woman or couple facing the choice

How the fuck could Pelosi even think that - let alone say it out loud to a reporter? This is our Democratic leadership??

How? I'll tell you how: Because she already did not care & had the arrogance to think that broadcasting her not-caring would not matter

So - can I make it any fucking clearer that the national Democratic party - all those career politicians like Pelosi who don't even bother to pay lip service to the party line anymore! - do not fucking care about us & haven't for a long time?

I can't say it any better than Bernie himself did: it should come as no surprise that the party that abandoned working class Americans has been abandoned by working class Americans

They abandoned us first

The Democrats did this to themselves & to us

The lesser of two evils is still evil

Stop blaming the abandoned for being abandoned, & then abandoning their abandoners

Were/are people who fell for this orange asshole's populist, racist, misogynistic bullshit idiots? Yes, yes they are!

Were people manipulated by the active efforts - all over every. Single. FUCKING. social media platform - at targeted election interference from Russia & other countries' intelligence agencies & terror groups? Yes, yes they were

Do Americans struggle mightily with understanding how voting & elections work, with critical thinking, & with maintaining a high index of skepticism?

Yes, they clearly do - but no more, I'd say, than the Brits who voted to shoot themselves in both feet with Brexit (& then asked the reporters who explained the consequences to them, on camera, how they could change their vote); or the rest of the multiple European countries who are similarly sliding into neofascism

All the votes that Bernie Sanders would have gotten in 2016 from the majority of independent voters? Went to Dump

Many votes that Sanders would have gotten in 2016 from Democratic voters, if he'd gotten the nomination, also went to Dump

Because - once more, with feeling - The Democrats abandoned us first

Those who abandoned them after they abandoned us? are not to blame for the current situation

So stop fucking saying that they are

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dine-on-nervine · 3 days ago

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Do you keep notes, drawings or letters that people give you? I keep all printed correspondance. It's email that I don't save unless there's something special about it. I have about the cleanest inbox you will see anywhere.

Have you ever been locked in a car with a significant other? Yes. By choice.

Have you had a significant other that you never kissed? That definitely happened for the first six weeks with the previous girlfriend (Covid just came out), and I figure there had to be a girlfriend or two that we never got that far (but we didn't really last long enough). I can think of some online lovers that we didn't have the chance to snog because we hadn't met, or for awhile.

How many true best friends are present in your life? One or two.

Do you currently have a significant other? Yes.

Would you ever sacrifice anything for someone you care about? I'd sacrifice other people, and have learned to sacrifice that which keeps me from being true to others.

Do your parents approve of the people you hang out with? Their opinions aren't relevant. They're getting better and smiling along and not saying anything until much later, if ever.

Would you be able to stand being in the same room as someone you hate? I do that daily at work.

Do you depend on people at all, in any way? In a way. I had been living on my own and covering all my bills a year ago, then I moved in with my girlfriend into a place that is twice what I was paying in rent and also now have all these amenities which I formerly had for free we have to cover. So my girlfriend covers a bunch of the bills and I cover other bills.

Have you ever lost a close friend? Yep. Heroin is a hell of a drug when you got yourself sober.

Has anybody ever held a grudge against you for a dumb reason? I know it has happened to me a few times, and I do it constantly. Okay, maybe not always for dumb reasons but long past reasons that I should let go of but can't.

Has anybody ever dated you only for your looks? That would be something.

Have you ever stayed up late talking to someone you like on the phone or online? Yes. Many a time.

Do your parents let you date, or do you sneak around? Both. (Okay, I don't sneak around anymore.)

Have you ever felt backstabbed by a close friend? Absolutely. And not just felt... was.

Do you have any handshakes with anybody? Only when that's the protocol.

Have you ever regretted ignoring anybody? I can think of one instance where I merely forgot to acknowledge someone, I didn't purposely ignore them in the end but had a bunch earlier been purposely ignoring them. So I crossed paths with them online and was about to explain, but he blocked me before I could say anything so that's why that issue never was resolved.

Has a friend of yours ever confessed their love to you? Once. Jeanne. I didn't know what to make of it so I played cool and said I adored her friendship. I think it's significant to mention here that she was married to a big biker dude so no matter how much I would have loved to have seen what she had in mind, if she had something in mind, that would have lead to serious consequences.

Have you gone out with someone, then ruined the friendship you had before? I am sure that has happened. Usually the issue is that I express that I'd like to go out with someone that I had a good friendship with -- you can only hear people complain about how bad their romantic lives are before you look at how well you get along with someone and say, "hey, I think you and I can do better" -- and that's where the friendship ends, they don't want more so they run away.

Can you trust any of your friends at full capacity? I have one that I'd rate at 95%.

Is the word ‘love’ even in your vocabulary? Yes, it's a guiding principle in my life.

Have you written or drawn anything for somebody else? Yes. And I had a best friend in high school that would use the things that I wrote to woo other people but take the credit. But I've definitely written poetry to and for and about people.

Do you tend to hide your emotions from certain people? How do you hide them? I hide them from most folks, and show them to those who I trust. Hiding them isn't that hard, just go along blithely and act naturally.

Do you have any pictures of yourself with the person you like? I have plenty of photos with my beloved.

Do your friends know how to make you smile in tough times? They do.

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zeltqz · 3 years ago

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Ran pickpockets you to win you over 💀 hes stupid ik

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You were cleaning tables when you had your phone in your jeans’ pocket.

Two customers remained seated inside the restaurant, finishing up their meals. Both of them looked around the same age, and if it wasn’t for the fact they were seated on different sides of the restaurant, you would’ve assumed they were friends.

They barely even touched their meal, but your job was to clean the restaurant, not to worry about the odd customers.

The next thing you know, you felt someone bump into you from behind; and you were too apologetic to even notice how your phone magically disappeared from your back pocket. The man excused all your concerns with “It’s fine, don’t worry,” sending you a smile which at the moment had you heart pulsing twice as hard.

You watch the two of them exit the store at the same time, not taking your eyes off the breathtaking gentleman from the glass windows. It wasn’t until you watched his friend snicker and you watched braidboy pull out a phone—with a case that looked exactly like yours—out from his pocket.

It took you a moment, hands ghosting around your back pocket, onto to be met with your ass instead of the hard block phone you left in there. “Those motherfuckers.” You instantly dropped the table cleaning supplies onto the floor and ran outside the restaurant to try catch up with them but it was no use when they hopped on a motorcycle and drove off before you even had the chance to chase them.

You didn’t need your phone that much, only using it for calls and texts. Not like you were addicted to it, so you weren’t that upset about it. But it was the principle of it. Stealing a phone? Lame.

You described the man to your friend when you got home that night and she said he sounds familiar, pulling out a photo of her boyfriend chilling with the same two men you saw in the restaurant. “That’s him!” You point to him at the back of the photo and have murder on your mind knowing that you finally know his name.

You could go to the police with his name, age and face; but you realised that the police are pretty much useless and won’t be able to do shit without evidence he stole your phone.

Mina was going to sleepover at hre boyfriend's house, which is why she offered you to come also, so you could meet the man and ask for your phone back.

You make eye contact with Ran from across the room, narrowing your gaze in his direction while fighting the urge to strangle him to death. The entire time your friend was introducing you to her boyfriend, your eyes were elsewhere. You weren’t normally this unattentive, but you had to figure out how to get your phone back, or if he still has it in his possession.

It had been a week since the incident, so he could’ve sold it easily by now.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand up from the couch, heading straight for the back of the room by the kitchen. Tapping on his shoulder, he stops talking and turns his head to the side to peek at you over his shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Where is my phone?”

He laughs, the sound rich and carefree. It does something weird to your stomach because your breathing stops for a second before picking back up, but the rhythm was off. “You’re the one from the restaurant right?” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and you shamelessly watched the action, almost forgetting the reason why you were here.

“Uh, yeah. I am.” You snap out of that little…whatever that was. A short moment of weakness that should never be brought up again. “Where’s my phone.” You don’t state it as a question, instead more of a statement, demanding for him to hand it to you.

Reaching inside his pocket, he pulls out your phone and your heart beat slows down at the realisation that he didn’t sell it or destroy it. Just as you’re about to grab it, he dodges your hand, lifting the device above his head. The unpleasant scowl is back on your hands, not amused by his antics one bit. “Give it.”

“Answer something for me first.”

“No.”

He smiles, biting his bottom lip before nodding and you see him put the phone back in his pocket. “Oh well, then.”

“No, wait—” You sigh, annoyed at yourself for playing into his stupid antics. “What is your question?”

“What’s your name?”

He snickers when you deadpan at him, a slow rise of his brow as he coaxes you into telling him. You think of a way to remark at him sneakily without giving him your information. You don’t trust him, one bit. “Thought you would’ve known that by now, after all, you probably snooped through my phone.”

He shrugs his shoulders, but the smirk on his face has your stomach sinking the ground. He didn’t technically deny it… “Wait, did you actually snoop—”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see your nudes.” He winks at you, slow and steady and you almost want to faint. He most definitely saw them. A boisterous laugh leaves his mouth and your face drains of colour. “I was just kidding about that whole nude shit, but holy shit, you actually have some on here?”

“No! I don’t—ugh, why am I even explaining myself to you? Give me my phone!” You try to reach inside his back pocket to grab it back but he’s quicker, taking a step back to create some distance between you two.

“Hey, hey now, just calm down. I gotta do something first.”

You roll your eyes but decide not to argue. He unlocks your phone as if it was his own and his fingers start shifting against some buttons on your tiny phone. You have zero clue what he’s doing but after a short moment, he hands it back to you. “What did you do to it?” You inspect the phone once its back in your hands, checking if everything was in place etc.

“Just added my number.” Another wink in your direction has you rolling your eyes once more.

“Yeah? What did you save it as?” You ask him, fingers scrolling to your contacts button.

“Why? Wanna know my name that badly so you can call me when u get home?”

You look up at him, wanting to wipe that stupid cocky smirk off his face. “No, actually, I just wanna know what you saved it under so I can delete it.” You could almost laugh as his smirk drops, now replaced with a straight line as he looks at you like you’ve done him dirty.

There’s a pause, the silence of the both of you staring—actually, no—glaring at each other. Your glare out of disgust and the sheer audacity of his actions and his own out of—well to be fair, you aren’t really sure why he’s staring down at you like that. After a couple more seconds, he smiles, nodding his head before backing away from where leaned against the counter.

Somebody that sounds suspiciously like Mina laughs loudly to your side as she watches Ran head towards the living room. “That was intense.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You look down at your phone in your hand with disinterest before stuffing it inside your inner coat pockets.

(You now noted to never leave personal belongings inside your back pockets).

Later that night, you were scrolling on your phone, checking to see if your boss had responded to your text message about having tomorrow off when you see a new contact in your message list online.

The contact was just saved as a heart and you immediately knew who the culprit was. Your fingers moved to delete it, but before you could, it was like you hesitated almost.

You shoved your phone across your bed, grabbing your bag seated on the arm of your chair across your room. As you dug through it, you realised something was missing.

Your fucking wallet .

“That motherfuck—” You closed your eyes, physcially trying to calm yourself down before you calmly walk over to your bed, reaching for your phone in the corner.

Fingers moving slowly as you tried to remain as calm as possible, not wanting another outburst, you clicked on his icon and began typing out a message.

As if he saw you typing, his fingers were faster, typing out a message and sent it before you even had the chance to finish your own sentence.

<3: why r u up so late?

The actual fucking audacity—

You: why do u keep stealing my shit?

<3: to get ur attention obviously

You: or maybe talk to a girl like a regular functional fucking human being instead of stealing her stuff?

<3: do u want ur wallet back or not

You: yes.

<3: come over

You: are u insane? I dont even know u, why would i come to ur house?

<3: then come to the get together tmrw, i’ll give it back

<3: wear something cute too;)

You: im blocking u until tmrw

You ignore the continuous buzzing on your phone in favour of turning your phone off. You just want to sleep and get tomorrow over it, get your wallet back and his this pickpocketing jerk out of your life.

When tomorrow comes, you make sure to have nothing else in your pockets. You’re not even bringing your house keys, not wanting to take the risk. Your best friend Mina will be at home all day so it won’t matter much.

You arrive at his house in the afternoon, around three-ish and ring on his doorbell. When nobody answers for around thirty seconds, you ring it again, and again, and again and—

He answers the door with an annoyed groan, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms as if he’d just woken up. “Do you know what the time is?”

“Yeah? It’s 4PM.” You blink, hazy and confused as if he’s acting like you had just rang his doorbell at 4AM instead.

A shorter boy comes up from behind Ran, hitting the back of his neck to wake him fully. “Ignore my nocturnal brother, he’s weird. The earliest he wakes up is 6PM.”

You eye him, finding it almost amusing how he has to blink himself awake. “Anyway, I’m just here for my wallet.”

“Your wallet?” His brother questions, nudging his brother in the stomach hard to fully wake him up.

“Your shitty brother stole it from me.”

“‘M not shitty, shut up.” Ran rubs his forehead, stepping out of the way to allow you entry inside the house. The first thing you notice about the household is that it’s big, like the hallway leading to the living room is probably bigger than your kitchen. Then the living room is definitely the side of your bedroom if it was placed next to each other four times.

“Your wallet is in my room, c’mon.” He grabs onto your hand without thinking, and surprisingly enough, you don’t shove him off or away from you, instead just letting him lead you away into his room.

You take a seat on the bed and watch him dig through his dresser, tossing your wallet in your direction when he finds it.

“Thank you.” You stand up almost instantly, ready to head back home now that you’ve gotten what you came here for.

“W-wait wait,” he crosses the room quickly, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back to sit on the bed, “don’t go yet.”

“What? I want to go home—”

“We ordered pizza, can you stay for that?”

“I can afford my own pizza, thank you.” You’re about to sit down again before he’s pushing you back on the bed. “Ran, what do you want? Let me g—”

He leans forward without thinking, not stopping till his forehead is pressed against your own. “...What are you doing?” You try to sound as stern as possible, but instead your voice comes out breathless and shaky, trying to keep yourself together.

His eyes linger along the swell of your bottom lip, flicking them up to your eyes. He can hear how your breathing stutters, how hard you’re trying to control your breathing patterns under his stare. “Can I?” He asks, pressing his fingers at your lower back a little firmer.

You honestly feel like your voice would crack if you spoke to him right now. Instead you slowly nod your head before you could even realise what you were saying yes to.

You melt against him, clinging to the front of his shirt to tug him forward, trying to feel as much of his lips as possible. His hand shifts from your lower back, cupping onto your chin to control the kiss the way he wants.

He’s shifting forward, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud as he hovers over you, palms flat on the bed just beside your head.

“I still hate you, by the way.” You clarify despite tugging on the strings of his pyjama bottoms, eager to get them off.

“You and I both know that’s a lie.” He moans when you cup his crotch with your hands, gently running your fingers along his length.

“It’s true—” You hiss when he leans down to bite your neck, sucking a little harder when you run your hands up his back, eliciting a shiver down his spine. “I strongly dislike you.”

He hums against the skin of your neck, darting his tongue out to lick up the column of your throat, wetting your jawline on the journey up to your lips. He sucks and bites on the flesh before sliding his tongue into your mouth.

What are you doing? Your brain repeats over and over again in an attempt to get you to snap out of it and go back home. Instead, you let him run his hands down your body, stopping directly at the zipper of your jeans.

He breaks the kiss to sit up on his bed, pulling you along with him. He’s about to open his mouth to say something, but you slap a hand over it. “Stop talking, before I regret this.”

“Yes ma’am,” he mutters from beneath your hand, watching as you tug his pants down to his ankles. Your hands grab onto his face, pulling him closer to your lips in a heated kiss. “Take this off,” he whispers against your bottom lip, looking up at you hazily.

You peck him one last time before sliding back down on his lap to give yourself enough room to remove your shirt, tugging your bra off in the process.

“So fuckin’ sexy.” His thumbs graze along the underside of your breasts, holding them as if they’re delicate. His fingers slide up to your nipples, gently pressing down on them and watching your hips squirm on his lap in the process. “You’re pretty sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Well, I am a vi—shit—” Your hands fly to his head, holding it in place as he sucks a breast into his mouth. His mouth feels hot on your nipple, groaning when you tug on his hair as his tongue slides patterns along your breast.

His hands grip onto your hips to stop them from squirming, slowly bouncing you up and down on his lap just to hear more moans come out your mouth.

“You’re a what?” He moves to your mother tit, stimulating you in just the right ways, tickling his tongue against your nipple.

“I’m a virgin.” You can physically feel him freeze up underneath you, even his tongue stops. He pulls off your breast with a pop, bouncing you on his lap once more before he’s looking up at you with a raised brow.

“You serious?”

“I—uh, yeah? I’m sure?”

“Are you sure you wanna do this? I mean—”

“I’m not sure.” You slide off his lap, back onto the bed, covering your chest with the fabric of your bra, suddenly being fully aware about being exposed in front of him like this. “I just want my first time to be something special, you know? Not after I got my wallet back from the guy that stole from me.”

“How about this?” Ran is back on top of you in record time, pinning you down underneath him. He pecks your cheek, “Let me take you out on a date this weekend.” He pecks the other cheek and you close your eyes when you feel him pepper kisses all over your face.

“Let me take care of you.”

“On one condition,” he’s just about to kiss you again when you hold up a finger to his face, “you gotta stop with the whole stealing people’s wallets and phones thing.”

He drops his face down to your neck and laughs. You feel a wet, suction on your skin, blood rushing to the surface. Your hips rise up to meet his body and he grinds down to meet you halfway.

He’s making you feel so good, you’re so willing to fuck him right here and now.

But you won’t.

“I’ll stop.” He murmurs agaisnt your skin, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. “I won’t do it anymore.”

“Why do you do it anyway? You seem rich enough,” you break eye contact and look around his bedroom, which is huge by the way.

He sighs and rolls off you, laying down next to you in the bed. You follow suit, shifting on your side to get a better look at him. “I dunno, stealing is just fun? I used to do it when I was younger, so when I’m bored I just do it.”

“You’ll stop, right?”

“If you can make me, yeah.” He leans forward, his nose brushing against yours, ready to kiss you, but kisses your palm instead as you block it.

“Promise me, Ran. I don’t want you getting arrested too.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? I’ll be fine.”

“Ran. I’ll only go out with you if you promise.”

He looks distracted, eyes wandering somewhere downwards. You look down and see he is in fact distracted, by your boobs. “Ran!” You cover yourself with the blanket, shoving it all from his end of the bed to your own.

“Okay, I promise, I’ll stop. Come here.” He gestures for you to move forward. You oblige, moving forward till your head rests on the pillow beside his head. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you close and pressing a kiss on your head. “Will you stay tonight?”

“Do you want me to?”

“...Yeah.”

“Maybe another night, I have work tonight.”

“Orrrr, you could ditch work and instead go out with me tonight. We can go anywhere.”

“Okay,” you close your eyes and lean further into the warmth emitting from his body.

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #tokrev x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokrev #tokyorev x reader #ran haitani fluff #ran fluff #haitani ran x you #ran x you #ran haitani smut #ran smut #ran haitani imagines

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joontier · 4 years ago

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report vii

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, romance

warnings: FINALLY~ we get to see a little bit of JK’s pov heh

word count: 2.4k

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“I hope you don’t mind us picking up a friend first then a drive thru afterwards... we did promise someone a ride to the ceremony as well.” Chohee eyes Jungkook through the rear-view mirror. “Plus, we haven’t had any breakfast yet sooo…” Your new passenger uncharacteristically nods with unbridled enthusiasm. Huh.

“Totally not an issue at all. If you don’t mind, breakfast is on me,” he announces, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. You raise a freshly threaded eyebrow. There is no way this kid is actually offering to pay for your food. Jungkook clears his throat quietly, “Um...since you guys offered me a ride...you know…”

Without even having to look at each other, you just know you and Chohee have similar smiles plastered on each of your faces. “Well,” Chohee makes a quick glance at the man seated at the back, ��if you insist, Jungkook-ssi. How nice of you to do so.”

You’re positive Jeon Jungkook will regret he even offered - in half an hour. Probably less.

Just recently, Chohee has decided to relive an old hobby of hers: teasing you relentlessly with men clearly way out of your league until you actually end up investing much more time than intended (just as planned by Chohee) - until you come to the realization that there wasn’t going to be even the slightest chance of them even liking you back. End point is - you end up getting heartbroken for irrational reasons.

Chohee, whose eyes sparkle with mirth with every mention of the Jimin, continues her teasing, despite your constant reminders to have her energy and time diverted to another subject, instead of poking her head through your currently non-existent love life.

It’s an undisputed fact that Jimin is a cutie and quite the charmer, especially with his heroic deed of saving your sorry ass from getting your drinked spiked at the bar. However, there is a part of you that knows the slightest bit of infatuation you might feel or might have felt for Jimin was probably caused by the lack of interaction with men for the majority of your collegiate life. Of course, you always came back to your principles, that of which is prioritizing your career to shun love interests.

Admittedly, you might have gotten distracted once, but you won’t ever let that happen again.

In line with your best friend’s attempt to have you score a date and a boyfriend eventually, (her timeline, not yours!)Chohee had even gone so far as offering Jimin a ride to the oath taking ceremony that’s going to be held today at the Coex convention center at Gangnam.

With Jimin’s apartment just a couple of blocks away from the gasoline station, you spot him right away when Chohee turns right into the corner. He’s stood by the entrance of his apartment building, looking effortlessly attractive as he scrolls through his phone while waiting.

Chohee presses her fist lightly against the center of the wheel, the car emitting a soft honk to get Jimin’s attention. Jimin gives a curt wave in acknowledgment and reaches between his legs to grab his satchel. As soon as Jimin opens the car door, his head jolts slightly backward in surprise when he sees another passenger already inside.

Chohee does the ice-breaker, introducing Jungkook to Jimin while she drives off. “Just before we got to your place, we had to fill the tank first and whaddya know? Met Jungkook at the gas station too! His bike broke down and I’ve offered him a ride - ergo, your new seatmate.” She adds a thumbs up. “Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin.”

Contrary to Chohee’s cheerful voice mere seconds ago, awkward silence ensues after the two men bow to each other in greeting. The only subject of sanity the car was holding onto was the soft voice of Chohee’s navigation app coming from her phone on the dashboard.

Why was it so hard to talk when you’ve all got at least a few things in common?

Right, maybe it’s the fact that Jimin may or may not have known about your beef with Jeon Jungkook. Chohee’s doing, obviously.

Thankfully, you spot a Burger King joint along the way and propose getting a greasy breakfast instead of looking for other options. There are murmurs of agreement heard in the suddenly cramped space of your best friend’s car. “Jungkook-ssi, breakfast still on you, yeah?” Chohee asks, joining the queue.

“Uh…yeah-”

“Perfect! Just making sure because _________ and I are famished!” Okay - that wasn’t exactly the word you were looking for, but if it gets you the free meal, then you’re absolutely ravenous. Chohee’s eyes briefly pass yours before sending a wink in Jungkook’s direction. “How ‘bout you Jimin-ssi? You hungry?”

He looks at you, then Chohee, then at Jungkook. “I’m fine, I’m not hungry.” You see Jungkook trying painfully hard to not let his eyes dart around too much. Just then, a low rumble erupts from Jimin’s stomach. Woops. Your brain can dictate your emotions but tummy would never lie outright.

“Jimin-ssi!” Jungkook clasps a hand on the blond’s shoulder. “It’s fine! Breakfast is on me. Order up, bro!”

With Jimin still looking hesitant, Jungkook decides to add a little fairy dust to his encouragement, “think of it as a mini celebration of us finally getting to be licensed doctors in a few hours!” Jimin gives in with very evident reluctance, even offering to pay for the whole group instead at one point.

Your swear you see hesitation cross Jungkook’s eyes briefly, but you’re glad he’s a man of honor, even if it be for this particular instance only, firmly dismissing Jimin’s proposal. Which is perfect, honestly, because this time you get a chance at revenge and a very hearty breakfast.

“No crumbs on the floor, please!”

From the backseat, you see Jungkook eyeing your paper bags on yours and Chohee’s laps, face stoic as ever. Emphasis on bags. A little more concentration and Jungkook can pretty much send lasers blasting through his eyes with the way he’s scrutinizing your orders.

As shameless as it sounds, you and Chohee were never ones to back out of a free meal - and make the most out of it, especially when one had offered so nicely. So imagine Jungkook’s reaction when he and Jimin only got a Whopper meal and you and Chohee get upgraded full meals.

“Doesn’t seem like we’re the ones who should be worrying about crumbs…” Jungkook mutters, taking a bite of his fry that’s a little too harsh for a slice of a poor fried potato.

“You say something Jungkook?” Chohee queries, unabashedly letting out a small burp after taking a sip of her chocolate flavored milkshake. Bowing his head, Jimin tries to hide his smile as he takes a bite of his burger. You decide to step in, wanting to add a little more MSG to your breakfast menu this fine morning.

“Hey Chee, heard of the news last Monday? There had been recent occurrences of drivers kicking out their passengers in the middle of the expressway, especially this road in particular… talk about some zombie apocalypse shenanigans...I wonder why though…”

Jungkook clears his throat, addressing you this time. “Your strawberry milkshake...good, yeah?” With cheeks flushed, Jungkook dares not to look forward, murmuring his regrets over ordering more food next time.

You nod with genuine gusto, throwing him an additional thumbs-up, which only causes Jungkook to sulk slightly in his seat. You eat the rest of your food with a bright smile. Ah, free food - what else is there to say?

“If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.”

After reading the Hippocratic oath, the newly declared licensed medical doctors collectively put their hands down and take their seats. There is an immediate sense of fulfillment heavy in the air. Nobody can blame them - not when one has gruelled through six years of medical school.

Jungkook inhales deeply, yet he still feels like he’s out of breath.

He draws in another long one, savoring each second of exhale afterwards. From his peripheral vision, Jungkook watches you as you wave endlessly to the someone on the far right where the family and relatives are seated. Though he can’t see much from afar, with the way your hands are moving slower by the second, he figures you’ve already managed to catch the attention of whoever it is you were waving at.

Jungkook diverts his eyes somewhere else, eventually landing on the stage where he sees his own father, standing behind the podium as he gives - what people beside him would consider - a ‘motivational’ speech in front of all the new doctors of Korea.

He wonders if he could even see him, if he knew that his own son actually made it through college, if he realized that they were under the same roof at this very moment - an occurrence he never thought would happen again.

Jungkook reverts his eyes back to you, watching you in secret as you talk to yourself while trying to address someone else. So you were waving to your parents after all. Cute. The man couldn’t fight back the small smile etching onto his face.

He was happy for you - a genuine statement, even though majority, if not all, your encounters consist of you both bickering like small kids… And yet, he can’t deny the strong feeling of envy brewing at his heart, knowing that he could never have the same type of interaction you had with your parents, with how tight you all seem.

Jungkook felt sick. Even though you ordered twice as much as he did, he felt like throwing up. He wanted this ceremony to be over with already.

Much to Jungkook’s relief, the program ends shortly after that. Excited to greet and congratulate the new batch of doctors, people from all sides of the venue rush to the entrance. With literally nowhere else to go, Jungkook decides to follow you through the crowd, in the hopes that you’ll lead him to Chohee and Jimin so he could properly thank them for the ride and he could be on his way.

He’s surprised to not see you the least bothered by it, but then again, the convention center is packed with both the oath-takers and their relatives, so you might have really not known that he’s been following you all along.

Like usual, it’s Chohee who notices him first. This girl is everywhere, all the time.

“Jungkook, you’re here!”

Chohee's acknowledgement of his presence causes you to turn in your heel quickly to verify it. You stare at him briefly, opening your mouth as if to say something when someone calls out your name. “Mom!! Dad!!”

Your English call causes a few onlookers and Jungkook recalls somebody once pointing out that you were a foreigner - and that you were also the first one to finish at the top of the class at SNU.

With Chohee’s parents tailing yours, they rush to their own daughter, congratulating her with a hug and a cute bouquet of tulips. As Jimin appears with his own party not too long afterwards, Jungkook figures it’s his cue to leave. At this rate, none of you would have noticed if he actually left.

Just as Jungkook was about to take off, a small hand grabs his wrist. You’re looking up at him and he swears he sees your lips curve upward a little before dragging him back to your little group. Stunned as ever, Jungkook wonders if he hinted on a little bit of concern in your features… and you smiled at him! For the first time! At least that’s what he thought he saw.

Admittedly, all interactions between you and him were not the most friendly. Jungkook knew he acted like a dick a couple of times, but it’s the only way he knows that might allow you to lower your guard because the only thing he was certain of was that you get worked up every time you see him.

Regardless of whether or not it really was a smile, Jungkook finds himself standing in the midst of this gathering of some sort. “Moms, Dads, this is Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.”

The moms suddenly gush over them, while their fathers eye the two younger men warily. “Are you?… you’re not…” Chohee’s mother nudges her husband a little too obviously. “If they are, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?” she grits, a bright smile plastered on her face. Jungkook wanted to laugh at the uncanny resemblance with her daughter.

“Oh what young fine men you are! Mrs. Park, you must be very proud of your son!” Your mother exclaims, resting her cheek on her palm. “But Jungkook-ssi, your parents must be lost then… my husband and I couldn’t figure out how this whole convention center works either…”

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, lips pursed. “Oh. Um, my parents won’t make it today. They’re very busy people…” Jungkook drags his words, hoping they’ll drop the subject.

Well, they did, but there was an inevitable pregnant pause after that - one which Jungkook was avoiding in the first place. Chohee’s mother clasps her hands together, breaking the awkward tension. “Uh - would you like to join us then? A little celebration for a memorable day?”

Jungkook bows his head curtly and declines the offer. He wanted to, but he knows it’ll only do more damage to the wound. “It’s okay, Ma’am. I still have quite a lot of things to do today, like getting my motorcycle fixed.” Jungkook nods to Chohee and the girl briefly recalls how they got to the venue together.

Jungkook doesn’t take long after that, bidding his goodbye to everyone and thanking Chohee for the ride that morning. “Well, I’ll be going now. __________-ssi, Chohee-ssi, Jimin-ssi, guess I’ll….see you when I see you.”

“See you when we see you then,” you reply and Jungkook swears it’s an actual smile on your face this time. He returns the action and gets on his way, hoping that he really does get to see you all another time.

#jungkook x reader #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #btsghostie #jeon jungkook #bts aus #bts fic #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #bts series #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff

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msgrumpygills · 3 years ago

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Social Media Anon Here!

Ask No "....

So.... what does this sale mean for Hooter's Ken and Walker...?

There are SO MANY good reasons to sell the CW. It's lose making and Viacom/CBS are rumoured to be putting themselves up for sale. HBO Max and Paramount serve the function of the CBS channel as a distributor... and as a production company, it ISN'T turning out saleable product. So selling it was almost inevitable.

1. it ISN'T a prime asset, it has poor content, a poor platform and, no one is really using its App. So, anyone who buys it is going to ditch Pedowitz and change direction.

2. What do Nexstar, the rumoured buyer own? 199 TV Stations and part interests in outlets like the Food Network. Their model is low cost repeatable low demographic products on a 24 hour service. Walker has the low demographic, but not the low cost.

3. I'd expect to see more reality TV, maybe some full service soap opera's, more repeats and cheaper new productions probably using more breakout stars. And THAT is the model of most TV who haven't been cushioned by a 10 year deal.

4. So, first off... I'd expect Walker's production costs to be cut. They did it twice bigtime with SPN (and it showed). it had a 3 lead cast and a high number of series regulars. I don't believe that Hooter's Ken is being paid anywhere near his SPN rate but he is still under performing for a principle asset.

5. One of three things will happen

(a) it won't survive a cut, it'll move to the WB as part of the deal if it is lose making (which I think it may be), it isn't performing well on streaming at all.

(b) it will stay but be subject to a major overhaul, which will probably involve Ken having to commit to more screen time. The running of several plotlines means he's pretty irrelevant to the show. If they are relying on it as a JARPAD show (which is how they market it) that's not a good thing.

6. I don't think the Prequel will take off. It's too risky to prequel a tainted product , and Walker IS a tainted product. Two years ago 3.2m watched it and only 0.9m are still around. That is 2.3m who you would want to give the Prequel a shot, and who won't because they've decided they don't like Walker.

It will be all change again at the CW and everyone's head is on the block. Now it is a "Vision" game, if you don't fit the future vision of the Network, you are out.... Walker to me doesn't fit anyone's future vision I suspect.

Bizarrely Misha and his food programme seem a better bet...

I'm going to do another ask about Padatowers.... which is something another Tumblr picked up....

I feel like we may have discussed this, or at least you have, but if CW didn’t have that 10 year Netflix deal, do you think that it would have gone under sooner?

Maybe that’s why Gen has been so desperate to get that ad money, Jared isn’t bringing in the SPN money anymore and we know that her big return to acting wasn’t anything to sneeze at.

That’s one thing I see a lot with reviews/critiques for the show, that Walker is useless. He’s the title character and they market it as the JARPAD show, but in the actual show, he’s just kinda there. Even if they tried to get him more screen time, I don’t think he’s capable of carrying a show on his own. We saw how well that worked for him on SPN and if the show has already lost so many viewers with the Jared parade they put on, why would they come back? Maybe he should have stuck to producing and not starring in the show, but we all know his ego wouldn’t allow him to let someone else take the spotlight. I know he claimed that he wanted to do more behind the scenes but his ego is too huge to not be on the camera.

I could be wrong, but ever since Jared announced the prequel, it seemed like a big hail Mary to me. It’s in the same stages as the Winchester prequel was or even earlier, right? Why announce it so early when it’s not even close to being greenlit?

I think Misha was smart in going for a travel/food show. No matter how many food and travel shows are out there, it’s a popular market genre.

#grumpy answers #social media anon #anti walker #the cw

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heliads · 5 years ago

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Traitor

Y/N L/N has had a treacherous past as a HYDRA sleeper agent, one that she was grateful to put aside when she started dating Peter Parker. The one thing she wasn’t counting on was Peter’s reaction when her secret comes to light.

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With everything that had happened to you, how did you still have Peter Parker by your side? The boy seemed like an angel, always smiling and happy despite the darkest of storms. You look at him now, beaming and leading you through the streets of New York, and wonder how on Earth you got this lucky.

Well, it didn’t start out so well. As a child, you were raised by the Soviets and trained under HYDRA principles. You knew how to kill a man twelve different ways before you could read a chapter book. Like the other girls of the Red Room, you were cold and calculating, always willing to pull the trigger no matter the cost. The Black Widow, Natalia Romanova, had been displayed before you as a hero, someone you should aspire to be, no matter the cost. Then, she had betrayed the Soviets by becoming an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and her image was wiped from the teachings of the Red Room just as quickly as she had entered them.

When you were around the age of ten, you were transferred from the Red Room to a small town in the United States, and told to remain undercover until you were given new orders. You were a sleeper agent; living life as an ordinary American but prepared to strike at a moment’s notice. There, you had lived for six years, and then you had gotten a call telling you to move to New York.

You were placed next to Peter Parker so the Soviets could monitor Spider-Man and see if he posed a threat to HYDRA or the Red Room. They had told you to get close to him, and be able to kill him if necessary. Luckily, that particular order had yet to come through.

After getting to know Peter, though, you were faced with an all too tricky predicament. Despite your training, you had fallen for the brown-haired boy, and you knew you couldn’t kill him. Whenever you spent time with him, and saw the same love reflected in his eyes that you felt in your own, it was like a knife slowly twisting in your heart. It would be wrong to hurt this boy after he trusted you and even loved you, and so you started to keep your distance from him.

Yes, it hurt more than anything to see the pain in his eyes when he realized you were avoiding him, but wasn’t it better to know that you were protecting him from himself? You hadn’t counted on one flaw in your plan, and that was Peter’s determination to be true to those he cared about.

He had confronted you about why you were avoiding him, and you were forced to come up with some excuse that didn’t involve you being a Russian spy. You confessed that you had made mistakes in the past, mistakes that haunted you to this day and that you knew you didn’t deserve to be with him. That much was true, at least. Yet despite this tearful attempt to push him away, Peter refused to leave. He had taken your hand, promising that no matter what you had done, he would stand by you. Even your best attempts at getting rid of him were unsuccessful, and so you had allowed yourself the happiness of getting close to him once more.

Natasha Romanoff strides briskly across an office room in the Avengers Tower. She scans over a screen in front of her, quickly poring through pages of data and code. Behind her, the door opens and Tony Stark steps into the room, drinking from a mug of coffee he clings to like it’s a sacred talisman.

“What’s that, Romanoff? S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets or HYDRA?” Natasha turns to face him. “A mix of both, actually. After S.H.I.E.L.D. was revealed to be riddled with HYDRA agents and I revealed all their secrets to the world, I noticed that not all of the files were as easy to access as others. Some, specifically the HYDRA ones, were locked away under heavy firewalls.”

Tony walks over, intrigued. “Judging by the fact that I can read most of the words on that page, I’m assuming you’re almost done hacking your way in.” Natasha nods. “This file is pretty important, too. It’s got a list of all the sleeper agents HYDRA assigned to New York. The other files in the folder cover the rest of the states, but I figured I should start at home and work my way out.”

Tony contemplates this. “I would agree. I better not see any of my interns on that list, though. How much more do you have to do before we read it?” Natasha types in a few last characters, then reloads the file. “Actually, we’re done now. Let’s start from the beginning.” The two friends lean forward, beginning to read the list of names.

It’s a beautiful day in New York. You happen to be on a date with Peter, which makes it even better. The two of you are strolling through the streets, window shopping and laughing until everything seems perfect. Peter loops his arm through yours, and pulls you close to press a light kiss on your cheek. You smile at him, and he smiles back at you.

You’re just rounding a corner to walk another sidestreet when you spy two figures heading briskly towards you. You peer at them, confused, and then a weight starts to solidify in your stomach when you realize it’s Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, both heading your way with stares that could kill.

Peter has spotted them now too, and seems confused, as if he didn’t expect to see them. You’re about to tug on his arm and encourage him to go another way, but it’s too late. They’ve stopped in front of you. “L/N, please step away from Peter. Immediately.”

Peter looks at you, bewildered. “What’s this about, Mr. Stark?” Romanoff folds her arms across her chest, fixing you with an icy glare. “I’d bet she knows exactly what this is about. See, we just found a file with a list of Soviet and HYDRA sleeper agents in New York. Guess who showed up on that list?”

Peter looks back at you, and the confusion in his eyes slowly turns to betrayal when he notices you can’t quite meet his gaze. “Y/N, tell me this isn’t true. Please, say they’re wrong and you’re not a literal HYDRA agent.” You say nothing, and turn your head away, unable to meet his eyes. Peter steps away from you, horrified. “Are you kidding me? I trusted you. God, all this time when you were talking about ‘mistakes you’d made’ I thought you yelled at your brother, or cheated on your last boyfriend, or something small. Not that you worked for HYDRA!”

He suddenly turns to face Tony, an awful realization starting to crash across his face. “What was her task, Mr. Stark? Why was she in New York?” Tony folds his hands across his chest. “She was here to get close to you, and to kill you if necessary.” The heartbreak and anguish in Peter’s eyes makes you feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest.

He speaks now, in a voice barely above a whisper. “You wanted to kill me.” Finally, you find your voice. “No. I didn’t want to. Once I met you, I knew I couldn’t kill you. That’s why I tried to distance myself from you, remember? I couldn’t hurt you. I love you, Peter, and I left HYDRA behind when I got close to you. They would kill me if I did anything to jeopardize the mission. You know that’s why I had to stay, right? They would kill me!”

Peter fixes you with a deathly stare. “Maybe they should have killed you.” He glares at you one last time, then turns around and walks away. You feel your heart shatter in your chest. Romanoff seems a little surprised at his harsh words, but then she ushers you away from the city. “I didn’t want to do it. I never wanted to hurt him.” You’re babbling nonsense, desperate for someone to understand you, and surprisingly, Romanoff seems to hear you. “I know. I’ve been there too.”

Peter feels numb. It just doesn’t seem real. Y/N- happy, confident, brilliant Y/N- a HYDRA spy? Sent to kill him? He can still see the pain in her eyes when he left her, but it was nothing compared to the pain he felt when Mr. Stark had told him that she was a traitor. She had betrayed him, and so she meant nothing to him. She had to mean nothing to him.

Peter hasn’t seen Y/N since that day he found out the truth about her. She doesn’t show up to school anymore, and he hasn’t encountered her at all, not even a brief glimpse of her face from across the street. Mr. Stark keeps asking if he’s alright, if he wants to talk about Y/N, but Peter just says he’s fine. He doesn’t want to talk, because he knows if he thinks about her for more than a second it will destroy him.

Peter is walking home from school, mind lost in these swirling thoughts, when he notices there’s been a few people following him for the last few blocks. Feeling a little paranoid, he switches to the other side of the street and takes a few quick turns. He checks over his shoulder, and is worried to see that the men are not only still following him, but gaining ground. He speeds up, moving faster and faster. If he could just get to the main part of town, people could see him and he would be safe-

Too late. Hands close with an iron grip on his shoulders. Peter starts to turn around, ready for a fight, but then the pricking sensation of a needle flickers to life on his throat and he stumbles once, twice, and then again. He feels dizzy, and the edges of his vision fade to black.

When Peter wakes up, he’s in some small room. The walls are bare, and the floor is poured concrete. Peter tries to stand up, but he realizes his arms and legs are bound to the chair he’s sitting on. The sudden movement makes his head spin, and the pounding of his head overwhelms him and threatens to knock him unconscious once more.

Peter’s not sure how long he waits in that room. It could have been just a few minutes, or maybe hours. He’s still trying to recover from whatever drug was injected into him when he was taken. Finally, a man dressed all in black enters the room, a handgun clearly visible on his side.

“Parker. Spider-Man. How wonderful to see you.” Peter squints up at the man, silhouetted against the harsh fluorescent lighting of the room. “I wish I could say the same.” The man chuckles coldly. “I apologize for the rough treatment. We just had to make sure we got you here before anyone else found us. The Avengers can be such a bother sometimes.”

The man continues on with some speech, full of idle threats and guarantees that Peter has lost. Oddly enough, about five minutes after the man starts monologuing alarm sirens begin to blare across the building. The loud noise makes Peter’s head want to explode. The man in black looks startled at the alarms, but quickly reassures Peter that the large number of HYDRA troops in the building will easily extinguish any threat. Besides, no one knows that Peter is here.

Despite these reassurances, the sounds of gunfire and general panic start to grow in volume until they sound like they’re right next to Peter. The man in black seems tense, as if he is no longer confident in his large number of troops. Suddenly, the door to the room is kicked down, and a shadowy figure enters the room, gun in hand. Peter’s eyes go wide as he recognizes the newcomer- it’s none other than Y/N.

She stands in the doorframe, gun pointed at the man in black. She must have fought her way in, as her clothes are torn and there are lines of blood tracing their way down her face and arms. The bodies of the guards who had once monitored the building lie unmoving in the hallway behind her.

The man in black stares for a moment, then claps his hands together in relief. “Ah, Agent L/N. Just in time. I need you to complete your mission.” Y/N just stares at him in silence, and the man in black continues on. “Kill Peter Parker. Now.”

Peter looks from Y/N to the man. This is it- this is where it all ends. Of course Y/N will kill him now- it’s been her task since she moved here. Yet, she moves her arm quickly, cracking the man in black across the skull with the butt of her gun. He falls to the ground, unconscious, and Y/N races over to Peter and starts untying his bonds.

“I’m so sorry, Peter. This is all my fault- I should have told you everything from the beginning!” Once she finishes untying his bonds, she ushers him to the door. “The way out should be open from here. I’ll hold off any other guards.” She points down the hallway, and cocks her gun, checking the halls for possible HYDRA agents.

When Peter doesn’t move, she looks back at him again. “You have to go, Peter. You have to get to safety.” Peter just puts his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not leaving you.” Y/N shakes her head emphatically. “You don’t have to feel bad for me. I know what I did, and this is my way of paying it back. Go!” Peter still doesn’t move. “It’s alright, Y/N. You did what you had to so you could survive. Please, leave with me.”

Y/N looks at him, surprise and doubt flickering across her face. “I betrayed you, Peter. I betrayed your trust. I don’t deserve your love.” Peter just laughs lightly. “I’m afraid you don’t exactly have a choice about that. Now come on, we’re both getting out of here.” With that, he grabs Y/N’s free hand, and the two of them run off down the hallway.

When they finally make it out of the HYDRA complex, Peter’s able to find a road that leads them back to New York. As they walk back to the city, Peter looks over at Y/N. “I meant what I said, you know. I would rather you survive then turn your back on HYDRA. I don’t want you to risk your life because of me.” Y/N lets a rare smile slip across her cheeks. “I just wish I told you. I was afraid that if you knew the truth about me, you would have left a long time ago.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I love you.” Y/N takes his hand. “I love you too.”

#marvel #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagines #avengers #avengers imagines #marvel imagines

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melancholic-pigeon · 4 years ago

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Nobody's hurt! but I did something monumentally stupid and dangerous last night, which is to say I told off a belligerent asshole who was harassing a homeless woman trying to sleep.

It uh, escalated quickly.

I don't have the brain for comprehensive content warnings, thus the rest of the post under the cut.

He decided that my <100lb self was the perfect target to CHASE AFTER ME AND MY BUD screaming, calling me a cunt twice

I dragged them immediately to the biggest crowd I could find and he KEPT CHASING AND SCREAMING.

Fortunately a crowd of witnesses helped and I think they kept him from continuing the chase and yes yes I know cops bad but we headed to the subway and hung out with the transit police for a bit and eventually just trained it home

I just had like NO concept of control over myself, my brain disappeared in the force of RAGE over how there are people in this world who are so shitty they'll harass someone sleeping on the steps of a church and LITERALLY FUCKING CHASE TWO TINY PEOPLE over one of them telling him he's an asshole

He was VERY angry that I walked away when he called me a cunt and I am frankly lucky I'm not dead because the reason he chased after me is because I'm frail and tiny and I have absolutely no doubt that he would have beaten/raped/killed me if given the opportunity

because that's the kind of man who harasses a homeless woman on the steps of a church. The kind of man who is so scared of and threatened by a woman telling him off that he will chase her for two blocks to try to get in her face and keep screaming about how much of an asshole she is

he told me to go fuck myself and I said fine, bye, and he DID NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL and continued trying to get in my face but by that point I'd already fallen in beside a tall dude and said "hey can I walk next to you for a second? There's this dude behind me harassing me" and Tall Dude had let me and I think Piece Of Shit Dude was scared of someone who could actually take him.

I regret putting my dear friend in danger. I regret not waiting until he left and going up to the woman he harassed instead of calling him an asshole.

However, it's actually...comforting? That this is where my recklessness comes out. If it had been me he was harassing, I would have ignored him, but I literally was not capable of keeping my mouth shut witnessing behavior that pathetic and cruel to someone else.

Like, I will be smarter about this if it ever happens again, but if I'm going to have a fatal flaw, "protecc first think later" is a good fatal flaw to have in terms of my concept of myself? If that makes any sense.

I know it's foolish, I don't care about glory, I obviously don't want to end up in a dumpster, but I guess I take comfort in the idea that my recklessness is specifically triggered by an overwhelming need to protect and defend others. I guess I worry a lot that I'm secretly a selfish piece of trash who only thinks she cares about other people because it makes her happy and that's bad somehow?

But like...I regret it, but I don't.

I've had awful luck all week and I think it was saving itself up for that exact moment. The gods were watching me and thinking "okay she's gonna need it on Friday, hold it all back so we can flood her with it when her brain shuts off via righteous fury"

next time I hear something like that I'm waiting until the creep leaves and then I will go to the subject of that harassment and ask if they're okay and give them money and buy them some food/drink if they want it. Rather than, yknow. Picking a fight with Ares.

(this dude WISHED he was Ares. Too much of a pathetic, cowardly shitstain.)

I don't wish harm on people as a principle, but I very very much wish for people to experience the consequences of their actions, which in this case is functionally the same thing. The consequences of chasing a tiny little woman and her tiny little friend into a big crowd are that there are people in the crowd who also aren't afraid of a sad little man with his sad little insults but can actually take him in a fight. You pick on people who are vulnerable, you get to deal with what happens when people who aren't vulnerable can very clearly and loudly hear the sad little insults from your sad little self.

...I just hope he didn't take it out on whatever poor, abused women are in his life afterwards.

That's all I regret, really— the idea that anyone else might have gotten hurt in the fallout of my stupidity.

I wasn't even fucking scared and I'm still not. Sobbed the whole way home because knowing there are people like that in the world makes me so fucking angry I can't process it.

(A Bruce Banner comparison was made by my friend who may have literally saved my life. They are not wrong. That's my secret— I'm always angry.

I was also gently told to stop being the Big Dumb Hero subtype of the Big Damn Hero, which is extremely fair. 😂)

I'm still kind of high off adrenaline even....sixteen hours later. Still feeling very shaken up but I can't get past this....knowledge about myself that I have now?

They say that people talk about how they'll intervene in situations like that, and when the opportunity comes, instinct takes over and they flee (which is probably the smarter choice).

I worry I'm that person. Now I know for sure that I'm not. I may be a dumbass, but I'm a dumbass with principles and dammit I stick to them.

#i apparently have no instinct for self preservation #pigeon chatters #learn from my mistakes

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callmearcturus · 5 years ago

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MAG169, and “you’re just like me”

god, fuck jude perry.

MAG169 was the first time in TMA that I literally and IRL clapped out loud while listening because the episode was so fucking viciously scathing. in a patreon Q&A, Jonny Sims mentioned one of the principle differences between the start of TMA and the end has been he’s angrier, and I fucking feel it.

so our intrepid archivist finds jude perry standing as the landlord of her domain, a flaming tenement block, and is like “sup i’m here for vegeance.”

there is this thing that jude does when its clear she’s in danger. like, she absolutely plays it cool as possible because she has a Tough Girl image to stick to (that either is genuine or that she’s worn for so long the mask has fused to her fucking face). and her tactic against jon is, oh he’s empowered now so what does he do? he hurts people too. he’s just as much of a monster as she is. he is just reveling in all the agony around him.

fucking blah blah fucking blah.

that’s like the thing about abusers right, is that they think everyone is like them. people who hurt victims think everyone is like them, it’s just a matter of who gets away with it. that’s been a thing forever. so jude tries to put it on jon, like they are the same.

it’s very, ah. very puritanical thinking, huh? bc her argument is that, as the Archivist, he gets enjoyment from the suffering (which, point of fact, is not voluntary on his part) and so he’s just like her because he likes the pain.

hm okay. the thing is that the concept that thinking a thing is as bad as doing a thing is fucking busted. people have terrible thoughts all the time. they had dark fantasies and dark things that tickle their brainstem. that is not even slightly the same thing as acting on those wants. it’s not the same, to involuntarily gain enjoyment from suffering to spending your entire supernaturally extended life hurting people because you like it.

it’s like a fucking drive in theatre, jude is projecting so fucking hard.

there is something extremely satisfying about jude’s end. they boil it down to “smiting” but of the three times jon has nuked someone, twice has been couched in the idea that he is taking all the pain and suffering and he’s making the perpetrator feel it. the idea that jon is just as bad is so rooted in busted thinking. it’s frankly the kind of rhetoric that people like jude use to control people around them, to stem the tide of retribution.

there is an argument to be made that the psychological damage done to jon by enacting his revenge is bad. like its a common meme to joke about “it’s gonna be GREAT when martin/melanie/jon finally murders jonah!” and i’ve never enjoyed that take personally bc in a Truly Perfect scenario, none of them would be forced to commit the act and thus have to deal with the fallout. justice being done without potential further damage is the best case scenario.

that being said, jude deserved to die, and i’m glad she got smote, and jon is not a bad person for finally being empowered to act and taking out someone who was still feasting on the suffering of others, and on such a massive scale.

fuck jude perry, amen.

#tma spoilers #mag169 #meta meta meta

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jemmahazelnut · 4 years ago

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Motorcycle flight - Chapter one

Summary: Laxus is a biker, and as soon as he discovers that in the city there's a motorcycle track for enthusiasts where races are organized every month, he decides to go. As soon as he arrives, he will fall in love with that wonderful place, and will meet the handsome green-haired owner. [Freed/Laxus]

Link: AO3

This is my first mini-long of five chapters, I hope someone likes it. If you like let me know what you think with a comment. Enjoy the reading :)

P.S. English is not my first language, so certainly there are many mistakes that I don't even realize. So, I accept constructive criticism on how I can improve.

Chapter one, The motorcycle track

“Go Gajeel, go!” Lucy yelled from the stands of the Raijinshuu track. Cana next to her was drinking a beer and had her gaze was fixed on the competition, but at the name that her friend spoke she looked up confused.

“I thought you bet on Natsu,” she commented.

“No, last time I lost 20,000 jewels because of him. Gajeel will win, I'm sure,” the blonde said with her hands clasped on the railing and her eyes fixed on the competition. Cana didn’t object and turned to the track again, noting how there was a nice stalemate. Damn, that big blonde she had met a few nights before had told her he was going to win, she hoped she wasn't wrong to bet on him.

“Who did you bet on?” asked Mirajane next to her, who wasn't competing because her bike was currently at the mechanic.

“You'll see it,” said the brunette, narrowing her eyes and watching the blue bike pass Gajeel's. It was the last lap, in a few seconds the race would be over. She felt the tension in her arms as she hoped she hadn't lost her money. The bike made the last corner, a moment later straightened up and crossed the line. Cana jumped to her feet in exultation, while Lucy beside her took her head in her hands.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Yeahhhh!” Cana exulted, almost breaking the eardrums of the two girls next to her. Mirajane leaned over the railing to see who had won, sure she had never seen that bike there before. And actually, as soon as the other bikes reached the finish line and the race was finally over, the winner took off his helmet revealing a blond-haired man.

“Who is he?” she asked.

“My savior!” Cana shouted enthusiastically “I’ve won 100,000 jewels!” she screamed still excited as never before, she frantically printed a kiss on Mira's lips and then ran down the steps with the bottle of beer still in her hand that spilled everything everywhere. Mirajane watched dazedly as the girl entered the track and ran towards the blonde. “That was great!” she screamed loudly.

Laxus as soon as he heard that voice turned to the girl, still excited for his victory with a grin on his face. He saw Cana running towards him as she passed the other motorcyclists.

“You won!”.

“She’s more excited than me” Laxus thought and the grin widened. Oh yes, he was really satisfied. It was the first time he had competed on that fantastic track, and he had already made it clear to everyone who would be the next top rider for that year. It was thanks to that girl that he had discovered the place, and he really couldn’t but be happier. He didn't even know there was such a club when he moved to Magnolia, and when he went to the Raijinshuu Motorcycle Track for the first time and saw the races as a spectator, he immediately fell in love with that place.

In addition to the fantastic track, there was the nearby bar frequented only by motorcyclists or motorcycle enthusiasts. The beer was good and they made great sandwiches well filled the way he liked it. It would become his second home, he already knew it. In addition, he had also discovered that there was a mechanical workshop not far from there, and even if Laxus had already found a job and an apartment on the other side of the city, he would have been damned if he hadn’t at least taken a look. The ideal would have been to work nearby, but he had time to think about it. Meanwhile, he could enjoy his victories which, he was already sure, would be many.

“I told you to bet on me” was his arrogant reply as he ran a hand through his hair and Cana laughed.

“I'll buy you a beer, you definitely deserve it!” she exclaimed enthusiastically and then waved her arms to attract the attention of the two girls still on the bleachers. As Mirajane looked at her in perplexity, Lucy was about to cry over the money she had just lost.

“Okay,” the blond said as he set off with his bike towards the exit of the track. He certainly wouldn't have turned down a free beer. A few motorcyclists joined him, someone to compliment him, someone to find out who he was, since no one seemed to know him. And indeed, it was, Laxus had been to see the races only twice before deciding to register, so it was logical that no one remembered his face. A pink-haired boy was enthusiastic and kept asking him for life, death and miracles, too bad that Laxus didn't have time to answer because the boy kept talking and laughing like a machine.

“Next time I'll beat you!”.

“You’ve to beat me first,” retorted a biker full of piercings, and Laxus grinned but didn't answer, as a lot of people, boys and girls craned their necks to see who was that blond-haired stranger who had beaten their strongest bikers.

***

Freed kept tapping his pen nervously on the table, while he read the papers that the lawyer had just sent him. He was nervous, especially after his father had called him. Freed regretted having answered him, because hearing him had worsened his mood even more, and he really didn't believe it was possible given how he got up that morning. With bad news and a war on the way. But if his father believed that he would give up and that he would close the Raijinshuu, he was very wrong. He felt the phone vibrate and with pursed lips looked at who it was: his mother. Even more nervous he closed the call without even answering her. Maybe he should have blocked his parents directly so they wouldn't call him again.

A glass was placed in front of his eyes and Freed looked at Evergreen, who had just brought him a beer.

“You know, soon the race will be over and you’ll find yourself surrounded by a lot of people who just want to celebrate. Time to put the papers away,” she said plainly as she pushed the glass of beer towards him. Freed looked down at the reddish liquid and sighed wearily. He knew his friend was right, but he couldn't really feel comfortable.

“I have to finish seeing...”.

“Freed, everything’s in order. Your father can't do anything to get you shut down, you know that better than anyone,” she reminded him. Freed was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

“He’ll find something, he always does” he retorted irritably “And there are a lot of checks next week, tomorrow the ones on food, Thursday those on the safety of the track, then they’ll check the stands, then...”.

“Freed, look, checking those cards won't change anything anyway. And for today you should just relax,” Evergreen insisted and pushed the glass even more towards him. “Come on, now drink and close those files,” she ordered. Freed sighed but didn’t reply, knowing full well that her friend could become really stubborn. He put the papers away and then leaned back in the chair, taking the glass and trying to free himself from the thoughts that were making him nervous.

“Damn, the blondie really won!” Bickslow suddenly exclaimed from behind the counter. More than making beers, however, he was watching the race in progress on the television. Not that it was a problem, at the moment all the customers were out enjoying the race.

“Then he wasn't lying when he said he was going to win,” Evergreen commented in surprise looking up at the TV. Freed kept thinking about his father, those checks and the fact that he should call him back, sooner or later. He couldn't ignore him indefinitely, even though he’d have preferred to do so.

“Listen Freed, how about buying a bigger TV? It's unfair that we’ve to settle for a tiny screen when the people out there can enjoy the race properly,” Bickslow said, rousing him from his thoughts.

“Seems to be just fine to me,” he objected.

“I assure you it doesn't,” the bartender retorted with conviction. “In any case, people are coming. Ever, move your ass. I'm not going to do the work all by myself now that the crowd’s coming,” he said.

“But if I do everything myself” objected the girl going back behind the counter. Freed smiled slightly, thinking it would probably be useful to have another bartender. A little later people started coming in and Freed thanked that he was already seated with his beer so he didn't have to queue among all those people. Not that he should have done it anyway, since he was the boss of that place and at best, he would have taken it on his own.

A couple of guys greeted him and Freed smiled at them with a brief wave of his hand, until an angry blonde came to him. As soon as Lucy was in front of him, she slammed a hand on the table in irritation.

“You must prevent Cana from setting foot in here for the rest of the year,” she snapped. Freed raised an eyebrow, he was about to ask why but it wasn’t necessary, because the girl continued to speak. “It's not fair that she wins every bet, every time. Every most holy time. How is it possible? And why am I always losing? I was hoping to get back what I lost the last few times, but instead I find myself with 20,000 jewels less, and they all went into Cana’s hands!” she exclaimed irritably.

“Have you ever considered the idea of not placing bets anymore?” Freed asked.

“Of course not, it's a matter of principle,” Lucy objected. “And the worst part is that she keeps throwing it at me, you should throw her out. Oh, here she comes,” she moaned.

“Two great beers for the winners!” screamed the brunette as soon as she walked into the club. Freed found himself giggling as Lucy moaned over the lost money.

“I'm sorry Lucy, if it were someone else, I could consider the idea, but Cana makes me earn a lot” he said and the blonde moaned again but resigned she sat down in front of him, taking her head in her hands.

“At least offer me the beer for consolation,” she pleaded. Freed giggled again but took pity on her and stood up. Since Evergreen and Bickslow were already quite busy with all the people who had entered, he went after the counter and got by on his own.

“Lucy lost a bet?” Bickslow guessed as he placed sandwiches to warm.

“Apparently,” Freed replied filling his glass and glancing at the mass of people who had entered. “Who’s the winner?” he asked curiously.

“The blond next to Gajeel,” he replied, nodding his head to the table where the two boys were sitting. Freed followed his gaze and paused a moment longer to observe the handsome boy with broad shoulders and blond hair. He had never seen him there, and he knew all the boys who frequented that place. Well, that meant he'd have one more client, he had nothing to complain about.

As Bickslow walked away to the other side of the counter, Freed turned and took a small saucer filling it with chips. If he was going to console Lucy, he would do it right, and then he was starting to feel a bit hungry. Nobody disturbed him until he heard a low voice behind him.

“Hey, can you make me a beer?”

Freed turned surprised and noticed that it was the blond who had won the race. Now that he was closer, Freed could observe him better, and if already from a distance he had considered him handsome, now he couldn’t help but confirm his initial thoughts and also consider him fascinating. Piercing eyes of intense blue, a dark shirt that fit him perfectly and a smirk on his face. Normally Freed would have called Bickslow or Evergreen to serve him, but ultimately that guy would have been a new customer, better keep him good.

“What you want?” he asked with a slight smile. Laxus scanned the menu on the wall behind Freed and then picked one. Freed hurried to give it to him. “Winner of the day, right?” he asked and the blond smiled broadly, obviously pleased.

“I'll probably be the winner for the next few months,” he commented arrogantly and Freed found himself giggling as he put the glass down on the counter.

“Well, for today the bar offers the winner, but don't get used to it,” he told with an amused smile. The blonde laughed and thanked him, taking the glass and walking away from the counter to sit next to Gajeel. Eh, a new client was still a new client, and if in that case he was handsome, tall and with a nice ass, then Freed just had one more reason to hold him tight.

***

Laxus walked through the doors of what had become his favorite club and walked over to the counter and Bickslow. It had been a while now that he frequented that place, and as he had thought from the first time he had set foot in it, it was becoming his second home. It was normal for someone who loved motorcycles like him to be comfortable in such a place. The people who frequented it were all easygoing, the beer was good, he could ride the track and drool behind bikes that he could never afford.

Not that Laxus complained about his little gem, he loved his bike and if and when he decided to change it, his heart would cry, given how fond he was of it. But every now and then even rich people came to that place just to show off their vehicles and, well, gazing with the eyes was allowed.

He was in a particularly good mood that day. All thanks to a scratch card that he had taken to try his luck and which had made him win 700 jewels. It was little money since he would pay a dinner at most, but it was enough to put Laxus in a good mood. And since luck seemed to be running that day, he hoped to be able to ride a bike even though he knew the track was closing at that time.

“Beer?” Bickslow asked.

“Nah, I want to go for a ride on the track first,” Laxus said. Bickslow glanced at the clock.

“I'm sorry, I just can't leave you at this time,” he replied. Laxus snorted lightly. Well, he tried.

“Don't worry, get me a beer then”.

Bickslow gave it to him and Laxus sat down at the counter. Of all the guys who were there, he got along particularly well with that strange blue-haired bartender, despite the fact that he was a talkative type. Right from the start he had introduced him to the top bikers, and he had gossip about everyone. One of his favorites was Evergreen, the other bartender in the place. Apparently, the girl had some kind of friendly relationship with benefits with one of the bikers. Speaking of which, the aforementioned biker was right there chatting with the brunette while he ate a sandwich. Bickslow grinned amused, glancing at his friend, who in response glared at him.

“When can I sign up for the next race?” Laxus asked as he looked around the bar, but at that time there was hardly anyone. Lucy and Natsu were sitting dining at a small table in the corner, but luckily the pink-haired boy hadn't noticed him. He had this crazy mania to challenge anyone and after a while Laxus was annoyed at hearing his voice.

“Next week registration will be open” replied Bickslow “Are you sure you don't want to eat something?” he then asked. Laxus at that point decided to eat a nice sandwich there and also ordered some French fries. He spent an hour there having dinner and chatting with Bickslow. Since there were not too many customers, the bartender could keep him company. Once he finished Laxus paid and greeted him, nodded to Evergreen who was still arguing with her friend, and left the club.

He walked towards his bike but as he passed in front of the track something caught his attention. A boy was entering, and Laxus had already seen him. He was that long green-haired bartender who had offered him beer on his victory day. Looking at the vehicle he was taking into the track, Laxus noticed that he had a beautiful motorcycle, a lady motorcycle. Damn, he must have been rich. That was a bike that Laxus would jump through hoops, one of the latest releases. He didn't know if the reason he stopped was the handsome bartender, the beautiful bike or the fact that the boy was entering the track when clearly Bickslow had told him it was closed at that time, but Laxus did.

“Hey, is it an employee benefit to enter the track even at these times?” he asked. The boy turned to him clearly surprised and for a moment looked at him in silence blinking confused.

“Excuses me?” he asked. Laxus smiled slightly and took a couple of steps closer.

“Bickslow told me the track is closed at this time. I'd like to take a ride too,” he explained. The boy smiled slightly, finally understanding what he meant.

“Well, Bickslow actually told you right. The track is closed at this time, no one can enter” he said in a calm voice.

“Well, apparently you do,” he replied.

“It would be weird if I couldn't, since I'm the owner,” the boy chuckled and it was Laxus' time to be stunned. He must have had an eloquent expression on his face because the motorcyclist laughed slightly. “Freed, nice to meet you,” he said extending his hand. Laxus held his still a little stunned.

“Laxus,” he just said. He had thought he was just a bartender, on the other hand it was he who served him without batting an eye the first time he had been there. “Are you… really the owner of this place?” he asked still surprised. He was young for having opened such a place, probably a few years younger than him. How the hell had he done it?

“Yeah,” Freed replied simply. “Actually, I thought Bickslow with that wide mouth told you,” he added. Laxus recovered and laughed lightly.

“He told me life, death and miracles of everyone but he didn't say anything about... no, he actually said something, but I didn't know you were Freed,” he recalled at that point, frowning.

“I hope he didn't badmouth about me,” Freed joked.

“Nah,” Laxus replied with a smile. “He just complained that he wants a bigger television,” he said with a shrug. Freed rolled his eyes.

“I had to figure it out,” he commented. Laxus stopped for a moment to look at him, from the first time he had seen him he had found him attractive but he hadn't given it too much weight. There were many attractive men, yet now that he knew he was the boss of that place he felt a little in awe. Which didn't happen often. But knowing that such a young boy had opened such a place was strange, and he honestly didn't know what to think of that boy.

“So, you wanted to ride a motorcycle, right? How about a challenge?” Freed asked suddenly. Laxus frowned.

“Do you want to challenge now?” he asked fearing he hadn't understood correctly. He understood that at that time no one could enter the track. Well, Freed on the other hand was the boss, he could probably do what he wanted there.

“Of course, after how sure you were to win all the races, I really want to see if it was luck or skill” Freed instigated him with a smirk. Laxus partly out of pride, partly because he really wanted to ride the motorcycle, he found his grin again.

“Okay,” he said. Freed smiled in response and entered the track, while Laxus went to get his bike and then join him. Eh, luck that day turned just in favor of him.

***

Laxus stopped with the bike still enthusiastic about the ride he had done. Damn, it had been liberating and even challenging. Even if he had lost. He didn't expect it, but at least he could justify himself by saying it was only thanks to Freed's bike. And so he did when the boy brought up the victory.

“I would have been surprised, given the bike you ride,” he then commented. Freed raised an eyebrow with a pleased and amused grin on his face.

“Are you trying to find justifications for not admitting that you were beaten fairly?” he asked.

“At all. But your bike’s more powerful than mine, there's little to do,” Laxus said with a shrug. Freed shook his head in resignation.

“I should really race with another bike so as to prove otherwise,” he commented in a low voice, more to himself than to Laxus. The blond gave him a curious look, they hadn't talked much, only competed, and he was starting to be really curious to know more about him. Like he had the idea of opening such a place, a real paradise for Laxus. “Would you like to get a beer? Since you lost you owe me one,” Freed said. Laxus looked at him at the same time surprised but also a little amused.

“Really?” he asked him in a half laugh “Are you the boss of this place and Ishould buy you a beer?” he asked. Freed smiled.

“Well, considering that the last time I offered it to you, I'd say it's not that strange. But if you want, we can do another race and I’ll use a bike with the exact same power as yours, and if I win, you’ll offer me the whole dinner” he said.

“Only if you promise to give me a bike when I win,” Laxus said with a grin. Freed raised his eyebrows but smiled.

“Gone,” he replied and Laxus chuckled, following the boy to the bar. The two entered and went to the counter. Bickslow looked at them in surprise.

“Laxus, still here?” he asked.

“Yes, in the end I did the lap around the track as I wanted. He let me,” he said pointing to Freed.

“Don't tell me you made a challenge,” Bickslow commented as if he were expecting it, as if it were normal. Laxus would have lied to say that he was not left in a bit of bad. That meant that Freed often did it with other clients.

“Yes, and I won. Not that I'm surprised,” Freed said as he sat down in the chair. Bickslow rolled his eyes.

“Sooner or later someone will beat you and I'll make you remember it forever,” the bartender said. Freed smiled.

“The person who will beat me on my track has not yet been born,” he retorted arrogantly. Laxus would have smiled at his conceit, but something caught his attention.

“Wait, you’ve never been beaten by anyone?” he asked surprised.

“No,” Freed smiled smugly. “Since I opened this place, I’m the absolute champion, which means that I haven't lost a single race in four years,” he said.

“Yes, and you’re also unbearable,” Evergreen interjected annoyed.

“I agree,” Bickslow said. “And when somebody beats you, I'll throw a huge party and I'll put up posters with a giant picture of your pissed face and place it for all the bleachers.” Freed smiled.

“I doubt that will ever happen, but if you do, I'll make sure I fire you first,” he said. Laxus didn't know if he was joking or not, but Bickslow didn't seem in the least affected by the threat.

“I hoped you beat him,” the bartender told Laxus.

“Well, we still have to have a fair competition,” the blond pointed out. Freed nodded.

“Right. I just want to see how you justify yourself when I beat you,” he said.

“It won't be necessary, because you won't win.”

“We all cheer for you, Laxus,” Bickslow said and Evergreen nodded vigorously.

“If you win, we will offer you beer for a whole week,” said the serious girl.

“What great friends,” Freed said sarcastically. “So, can we have two beers or do we have to stay here and talk with nothing to drink?” he asked. Bickslow turned and prepared both glasses while Freed asked Ever for a toast to eat. In a short time Laxus found himself again with a glass under his nose and in the company of three boys who dragged him into a pleasant and fun conversation.

#fraxus #freed justine #laxus dreyar #freed x laxus #fanfiction

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alexhziee · 4 years ago

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Review: Perfect and Casual

STORY

So the drama focuses on the love story between clumsy and optimistic Yun Shu and her cold and “overly perfect” professor of Mathematics Zhang Sinian.

In the early episodes, it kind of annoyed me that Yun Shu was really gullible. I hate that people kept on taking advantage of her and she has little fighting spirit. She does have a great support system but I somehow feel like it made her dependent, she is unprepared to face the outside world of college. I mean like its only episode 4 and she was scammed twice! I kind of viewed her as careless, impulsive, indecisive, dependent, immature but loyal, kind and compassionate.

My first impressions were 1. Professor Zhang is too cold, borderline Stiff but he is extremely good looking while our female is his exact opposite. When he is perfect, responsible and very logical while she is more casual, careless, irresponsible, carefree, and more in touch with her emotional side.

2. Our female lead has a really good support system, from her overly supportive friends and her protective older sister. 3. No matter how perfect Professor Zhang may seem when it comes to his grandfather, he becomes desperate and impulsive and last 4. This drama will definitely have quite a number of clichés.

I’m conflicted with this drama. I love that Yun Shu eventually matured in the end, it had a good happy ending, not too annoying supporting cast (namely those who wanted to split our Prof Zhang and Yun Shu), really good lines, and adorably sweet couples. Good lines like the following:

“Quantum Entanglement. I dreamed of two quanta, one was in forward rotation and while the other was in reverse rotation. Even if they were apart, they were closely linked together in the unseen world due to some principles which cannot be explained by modern science. In the same trajectory and frequency, they formed a pair”

-Grandpa Zhang

“We’re married first and then fell in love… I’m old fashioned and not humorous but one thing I’m sure of is I really like you. So I hope we can get to know each other more.”

-Prof. Zhang

“He forces me to do math with a cold face every day and criticize me. I never heard good things from him but. Although he looks school, he is actually a warm person. Its him who has always been encouraging and supporting me. He made me who I’ am right now”

-Yun Shu

Then that time that someone wanted to get in between them, I’m so happy when Yun Shu finally stood up for herself and somewhat protected what was hers. She was not gonna be bullied lol.

“Thank you for worrying about me. Indeed you are older than me and have riched experience than me but I hope you can know that I’m Zhang Sinian’s wife. I’m already a married woman”

My heart was like Yes girl!

“I’m not that childish. I want to be a better half of you not your stumbling block. Although, I don’t quite understand your world view but at least, I can try my best for your life plan”

-Yun Shu

Then grandpa Zhang always has amazing pep talks.

“You don’t have to worry because they’re so much alike. They’re like two parallel lines and never intersect with each other. They’re elites with common interests and they’ve known each other for a long time, but if they’re together, they can only become like-minded friends”

-Granpd Zhang

And of course the highlight of the last 2 episodes is when Prof. Zhang was in a business trip and someone was snaking her way in which just irritated me to no end but Prof. Zhang’s confession is one for the books.

“I counted the times we get along with each other since I met Yun Shu for the fist time to the building of our contractual relationship and to this business trip. The number of times we get along with each other during this period is 821 times. In the process of contact, the percentage she showed happiness to me is 83.33%, amid this, 12% wasn’t caused by me. So the process of her getting along with me shows happiness generally. I also calculated my feelings about Yun Shu. Happiness and joy accounts for 73.33% so the date of the two of us getting along with each other is quite big among general couples.”

-Prof Zhang

Someone who is as stiff as him, this is one of his best lines. His brain isn’t like any guy who could come up with something so sweet, cheesy or corny, instead his brain functions with numbers, probabilities, data and conclusions so this line was such a sweet way of telling the other girl that Yun Shu is the only one who can make him happy and no one else.

Now for some of things that I was not exactly a fan off (don’t worry I’ll try not to spoil too much but if you really don’t want to hear about it, then skip and head straight to Characters) I was not fond of the beginning of the drama, I found the female lead really annoying, weak and immature. Then most of the story is quite predictable but I wasn’t really mad at it, I was just hoping for something more.

For a 24 episode drama, it took me a while to finish this, not that long but longer than I expected to watch this drama. I took a break at first half and was really leaning into dropping it but decided to still give it a shot and I’m happy that I did. The story, despite its very common clichés and predictability, got better during the second half of the drama.

CHARACTERS

Yun Shu

a graduating student who is almost half way through her last year but was set back when she failed her defense, got fired from her job and ultimately became homeless. She is loyal, kind and compassionate but at times can be naive/gullible. She can be indecisive and at first quite dependent to her friends but she is very compassionate and has high EQ. Even though it took some time but eventually she matures into a woman who will fight for her loved ones and make mature decisions.

Zhang Sinian

A “perfectionist” Professor of Mathematics. He is aloof and cold genius. He doesn't have friends as he mostly focuses on his work and is quite insensitive. But despite being cool and distant, when it comes to his grandfather, he loses his control and becomes impulsive. I love that despite falling in love and the major changes in his life, his character didn’t change that much. I love that the writers really stick to his stiff and blunt personality and instead of changing his character they just improved him. I love that he didn’t become soft or weak.

Characters to mention:

Yun Lan

Yun Shu’s smart and workaholic older sister. She is the exact opposite of Yun Shu and probably like a more affectionate and protective female version of Sinian. She has her life set but she gets flustered because of her “encounter” with Lu Yu. She is your typical over protective sister who really dotes on their baby sister without realising that may sometimes become overbearing cause they think that that they know everything about the world and that they have to have a say in everything (why do I sound like I’m talking about something personal? LOL) but truly, she is definitely one of my favorite characters in the drama.

Gao Zhi Yi

One of two of Yun Shu bestfriend. She offered lots of good advice to Yun Shu and was always there whenever Yun Shu needed someone to talk to. I don’t remember what happened with Lin Nuo in the past ‘cause her overall love life is a mess (lol) tbh, I was not her biggest fan at the beginning ‘cause she sometimes acts like (not to be rude but) always desperate to have a “rich/good” boyfriend but somehow she kind of grew on me. I love that she was always a good emotional support to Yun Shu, always there to offer her shoulder and advices. She was always loyal and never demanded anything in return.

Lu Yu

Prof. Zhang’s famous childhood friend. He is a popular actor who fell in love with Yun Lan and continued to pursue her despite her cold refusals but his persistence is really cute and funny.

Lin Nuo

one of Yun Shu’s bestfriend along with Zhi Yi. like Zhi Yi, he is extremely supportive and loyal to his friend. Although, the way he acts with Zhi Yi is definitely more than a friend would and I noticed even at the beginning that his feelings has not changed. He is the guy friend that every girl wants, the type that will always be there for you.

CAST

I’m definitely gonna search for more of Miles Wei’s (Zhang Sinian) projects, I kinda like him. I don’t really have much to complain about the cast.

FINAL THOUGHTS

RATING: 8.5/10

The drama didn’t really hook me in immediately and was on the verge of dropping it since I was not fond of the first half of the drama but the second half was definitely better (definitely better since I actually finished it lol). Even though I was a bit reluctant with the drama, it definitely has its moments. I didn’t enjoy it as much as I was expecting on my first watch but when I re-watched it again, it definitely grew on me and could definitely say that this might get into my pick me up drama list.

ABOUT THE DRAMA

Synopsis:

This story revolves around the cold and icy "male god" professor Zhang Sinian and the calm and sunny Yun Shu.

After a fractious first meeting, where Yun Shu dressed down the especially finicky Sinian, she was shocked to find out that he was her university lecturer. Through a series of coincidental encounters, the two agreed to engage in a contractual marriage. As the feelings between them grow, how will they keep their relationship from those around them?

Country: China

Episodes: 24

Aired: Sep 28, 2020 - Oct 20, 2020

Aired On: Monday, Tuesday, Saturday, Sunday

Original Network: Mango TV, Mango TV

Duration: 45 min.

Director: Li Shuang

Genres: Romance, School, Drama

Source: https://mydramalist.com/54889-mr-perfect-and-miss-almost and google

WHERE TO WATCH

I watched it on YT, 99% subbed (with only episode 7 as raw) but it is fully subbed on DC and FD but unfortunately not available on KA, VIKI and Viu. Its available on iQiyi and WeTV as well.

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