#can this show get the swat treatment? no idea. But I hope people and the cast/crew keep fighting for this show.

[sgxena16]

I just binged NCIS: Hawai'i and I'm so bitter it got cancelled. This show is so good and deserves at least 8 seasons.

[zackcollins]

when i first heard your heartbeat || jack campbell

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Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m deep in the feels for a certain goaltender. So, uh. That’s why this exists. As for the premise of the story, I absolutely plead the fifth. I say as a Canadian citizen living in Canada where the fifth amendment doesn’t exist. Anyways. Since I have to answer the question, I want the reader to be me so fucking badly. Happy? Alright. Now that that’s sorted. GIF credit to marc-andrefleury!!

Warnings: This fic mentions infertility and miscarriage. It’s nothing graphic, promise! It’s just mentioned as a way to further the storyline. But I’m warning about it because I know how much some people struggle with it or have struggled with it. If you need to avoid it, I completely understand and no hard feelings, okay?

Word Count: 2.4k+

Title: Lady by Brett Young

Additional: The reader is feminine this time! Or, well. The reader is anyone that has a uterus and can get pregnant! Because I specifically mention the reader having a uterus but men can have uteri too (*gestures at myself*). So, do whatever you will with that. I do call the reader a feminine term (Ms.) but it’s only when being called back to the exam room. So, you can still probably imagine yourself in the reader’s position if you have a uterus but aren’t feminine. Okay? Okay. I hope everyone enjoys this!

Sitting in the waiting room, you noticed that Jack was bouncing his left leg up and down and fidgeting with his hands. You placed your hand on his knee; he stopped bouncing and fidgeting immediately, slotting one of his hands over top of yours as he looked over into your eyes. You shared a soft look, no words being exchanged in the process. The two of you had been together long enough to be able to reassure the other with only looks. You still smiled when Jack asked if you were alright.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, guiding Jack’s hand up from his knee to kiss the back of it. Jack smiled fondly, brushing a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. You hummed in appreciation as you fell back against the waiting room chair. “Just a little nervous. You?”

Jack nodded, linking your ankles together in front of the chairs. You smiled, dropping your head against his shoulder; he brought his arm over and draped it across your upper back and shoulders. “Yeah, same, flowerbud.” Jack placed a kiss to your temple, squeezing you gently against him. 

Taking your hand, you ran it over Jack’s knee in an attempt to soothe his ever apparent nerves. You looked up at your fiance, noticing a thankful expression on his face. He nodded briefly to affirm that he was thankful before he pressed another kiss to your temple. You swung your interlocked ankles back and forth, chuckling when you heard Jack huff an amused breath above you.

“That nervous, huh?” Jack’s question came out sounding more concerned than anything. It even came out sounding more like a statement than a question, if you were being honest. All the same, Jack ran his arm comfortingly along your upper arm and helped you in your effort to swing your ankles.

“This is a big thing, bud,” you said, sighing and running a hand down your face. You glanced up at Jack and noticed that he was looking at you with concern. You smiled softly, patting your fiance’s chest. “Of course I’m gonna be nervous. Who wouldn’t be? I promise I’ll be fine once we get in there though. Okay?” Jack went to respond but he closed his mouth when the door beside the reception desk swung open and shut with a resounding thunk. 

Looking over, you saw a nurse standing there. She was holding a clipboard and appeared to be scanning the paper that was clipped to it. After a moment, she turned to face the seating area, clutching the clipboard to her chest.

"Ms. (Y/L/N)?" The nurse looked around the room. You noticed that the only other people there were a teenager and his mother. The teenager was playing on a Nintendo Switch and the mother was doing some work on a tablet computer. 

You swallowed thickly as you lifted your head from Jack's shoulder and unlinked your ankles. Standing from the chair, you grabbed Jack's hand and guided him off of his own chair. Jack gave you a quick hug before he walked with you across the room to where the nurse was standing. The nurse raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't say anything as she led you and Jack through the door and back into one of the rooms.

Once you were in a room,the nurse closed the door and instructed you to lay on the examination table. Jack quickly stood beside you, grabbing your hand without having been asked. You mouthed your thanks as you rolled the hem of your shirt up to your ribcage, squeezing your eyes shut in the process.

You heard the nurse walk across the room and heard the chair on the side that Jack wasn't on creak as the nurse sat down. You swallowed nervously, wlibg yourself to open your eyes and look at her. When you did, she was holding the ultrasound wand and a bottle of medical gel. You swallowed again, looking over at Jack. Jack nodded, running his thumb across your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

"Are you ready?" The nurse asked, popping the top on the gel bottle. When you nodded, the nurse squirted the gel on your stomach. Shivering, you tried to recoil from the feeling of it on your skin. The nurse chuckled as she clicked the bottle closed and placed it back in the basket attached to the ultrasound machine. "Sorry. I probably should've warned you that it was going to be cold."

"No, it's fine," you said, sighing in annoyance. "It wasn't that bad anyways."

When you looked up at Jack, you could tell that he was trying his best to bite back a laugh or a smartass remark. You took your hand and swatted your fiance on the elbow, smirking when he huffed in defeat. You also cast him a stern, although soft at the same time, look to tell him to behave himself. Jack simply chuckled and gave a half-assed smile in response. You rolled your eyes as you looked back at the nurse.

She didn't seem to have noticed what had happened because she was looking at the ultrasound machine. She appeared to be pushing buttons and trying to find the right settings to get it to work. She pressed a few more buttons before nodding a moment later, turning to you and grabbing the wand again.

“Alright,” she said, adjusting herself in her seat so that she was in a better position to use the wand on your stomach. “Are you ready to get this show on the road?”

You heard Jack scoff as you chuckled, nodding along to what the nurse was saying. “Yeah. Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“What about you, dad?”

“I’m the baby’s dad, not her dad,” Jack replied, sounding a little confused at that assumption.

The nurse sighed, shaking her head as she placed the wand on your stomach. You took your hand, patting Jack’s elbow sympathetically looking at him with just as much sympathy. Jack tilted his head in confusion, raising his shoulders, lifting the hand that wasn’t holding yours, and contorting his face into a look of confusion to express that he had no idea what the hell was going on.

“Jack, bud,” you said, looking up into your fiance’s eyes. “That’s what she meant. She would’ve said grandpa if she thought you were my dad.”

“Oh,” Jack mumbled. You saw his face wash over with a nice bubblegum hue as he looked between you and the nurse. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”

“It’s fine. A lot of first time parents are.” The nurse looked up from where she had been moving the wand along your stomach and turned to the ultrasound machine. She pressed a couple of buttons and it brought up the sonogram image of your uterus and the baby inside of it, though there wasn’t really much to see because you weren’t that far along. The nurse pointed to the screen and circled her finger around the tiny black and grey image of the baby. “There’s your little one. I’d say you’re about eight to ten weeks along.”

You felt tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Before you had a chance to wipe them away, you heard Jack sniffle from beside you. You looked over and saw that he was already crying, tears streaking gently down his cheeks. That sent you over the edge, making your eyes open up and leak tears down your own cheeks. Jack brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles while running a thumb along the pulse point in your wrist. You shivered because the sensation of crying mixed with the sensation of him touching your pulse point was nearly too much to handle.

“Would you like to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” The nurse cut in, making you and Jack both look over at her. 

You looked up at Jack; Jack nodded fervently, a large smile present on his tear stained face. You turned back to the nurse and nodded, wiping away some of the tears on your cheeks. “Yeah. We’d love that.”

The nurse smiled as she turned to the ultrasound machine to press a couple of buttons. There was the sound of static for a moment then the nurse moved the wand and the faint sound of a beating heart could be heard through the speakers on the machine. You looked up at Jack and Jack looked down at you. Both of you burst into tears as you listened to the sound of your unborn child’s heartbeat. It was so surreal because you had tried to have this baby for the last four years. Four years of failed treatments. Four years of negative pregnancy tests. Four years of miscarriages. Four years of anguish had finally led up to this moment. A moment where you got to hear the heartbeat of a baby that was growing inside of you. A baby that was as much a part of you as they were a part of Jack. It was almost too much for you to handle. And, judging by the look and tears on Jack’s face, it was almost too much for him to handle as well.

“Do you want an .mp3 file of the heartbeat?” The nurse put a reassuring hand on your hip. “Hearing it obviously means a lot to you.”

“Yes, please, oh my god,” you and Jack blurted at the same time, tears falling harder down your cheeks as you both looked at the nurse.

The nurse nodded, taking her hand away from your hip. She pressed a button on the ultrasound machine and you heard a beep that was much the same as that of a voicemail recording. After a few moments, the beep sounded again and the nurse turned back around and pressed the button again. It was at that moment that she set the wand down and handed you some paper towels to clean your stomach off. You thanked her as you wiped away the gel that was left, tears starting to subside. When you were done, Jack took the paper towels and threw them away in the garbage bin across the room. When he returned, the nurse was typing something into the machine. When she was done typing, a second or two passed before you heard your phone chime in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw that the nurse had emailed you the .mp3 file she had just recorded. You felt the tears starting to ramp back up, but Jack placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder calmed you down enough to stop you from crying again.

“Alright. That should be it for today,” the nurse said, clasping her hands together. “If you need anything, give the office a call. Otherwise, I’ll see you in two months for your next appointment.” You and Jack nodded as the nurse reassuringly patted your knee. “Take as much time as you need to gather yourselves. There aren’t any more appointments until after lunch.” With that, the nurse stood from the chair and walked out of the room.

Jack looked at you, bending down and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You grabbed his wrist and soothed your thumb along his pulse point. You revelled at the fact that Jack shivered at your touch, finding it a small accomplishment because he wasn’t usually one to get flustered like that. When you ran your thumb along the pulse point again, he shivered again, proving to you that he was just as overwhelmed by this whole situation as you were.

Without saying a word, you unlocked your phone and opened up the email app. Bringing up the email from the nurse, you clicked the .mp3 file and downloaded it onto your phone. Once again, without saying a word, you made a few changes to the haptics and dropped the phone in your lap. Looking up at Jack, you nodded down at the device, squeezing your eyes shut nervously.

“Why don’t you text me what time you guys play tonight, I accidentally deleted it from my calendar when I put in this appointment.” If that was a lie, Jack didn’t need to know.

Jack nodded, pulling out his own phone. After a moment, you saw him typing away on the screen and then heard him send the message. A moment later, you heard your phone go off. Looking up at Jack, you saw him frozen in place, his own phone dangling to the side of his hoodie pocket. He carefully slipped it inside before he wrapped you in a massive hug. The next thing you heard was your fiance sobbing into the crook of your neck and felt his body vibrating against you. You brought your hands up and ran them soothingly along his back, mumbling sweet nothings softly into his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

When the phone went off again after you hadn’t cleared the notification, Jack stepped back and wiped his eyes with his hoodie sleeves. He looked down at the phone and then up at you. You saw a small smile on his distraught face. You took your hand and interlaced your fingers with the fingers of one of your fiance’s hands. Jack smiled a little more fondly at that, squeezing your hand. You squeezed back, running your hand along Jack’s elbow.

Jack heaved a heavy sigh before he looked back down at you, a fonder expression on his face. You ran a hand along his elbow again, smiling just as fondly in return. Jack leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, brushing some of your hair aside with his free hand. You hummed, leaning into the touch.

“I can’t believe I finally get to be a father,” Jack mumbled, voice marred by how hard he had been crying. “I’ve waited my whole life for this. Waited four years with you. And all those years were worth it because I finally got to hear my baby’s heartbeat. Something I thought would never happen. And it’s happening with the love of my life. Can you believe that?”

You felt suddenly overcome with emotions as you sat there. You dropped your head against Jack’s chest; Jack took his hand and cradled your head, carding his fingers through your hair. You hummed softly at the sensation of his finger against your scalp. It felt nice to have something calming in all this chaos.

“Yeah, I can believe that,” you said, voice somewhat muffled by Jack’s chest. “Because all of it’s happening with the love of my life too.”

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 11: Discharge Plan

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)

Summary: The highs of Shane and Sy’s first weekend as a couple are followed up by some big news from Sy, leading to our couple’s first fight.

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Word Count: 2.7

Warnings:  Language, mature themes, smut, sort of unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, angst, alcohol consumption,

Author’s Note: First off, I wanna talk about the word “victuals.” I’ve loved this word for a long time, even though it makes no sense, phonetically as it actually rhymes with the “fiddles” or “riddles.”(It’s true, look it up!) It’s very pastoral and somewhat archaic, so you don’t hear it too much anymore in current writing about the present, but I just felt like Sy would say it. Secondly, it was really hard for me to put my darlings through the argument in this chapter. I want them to have only happy times…but that provides no tension or motivation for story development…and I want to keep writing them more than I want them to be happy… I guess I finally understand why authors torture their characters! Lol! It might take a bit of time for me to sort out what their relationship looks like adding the distance factor, but I have some ideas that might work. Also, it might be an opportunity to do a bit more of Sy’s perspective, which I thoroughly enjoy, and may go back and fill in some blanks for him in between chapters I’ve already done. I hope you all enjoy this installment of the Treatment of Captain Syverson! Feedback in any form is always appreciated!

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The rest of the weekend was spent in blissful relaxation. Sy went to his place to feed Aika and bring her over at Shane's insistence. The dog had been slightly standoffish with her, but Sy assured her that it was in her nature to be aloof, and that she needed to be engaged or instructed to behave more doglike.

"It's her training. She's still a soldier. It's hard for us to shake those habits. Like me calling you 'ma'am' at first."

"She's another die hard. I respect that." she chuckled, scratching Aika behind her perked ears, and eliciting pants of contentment from her.

Sy's skills with a spatula were unmatched. That was to say, he made the best pancakes she'd ever had. They almost didn't need syrup…almost. They ordered an obscene amount of Chinese takeout which lasted them about three meals each. Sunday evening, though, which had a gloom to it no matter the circumstances, required some comfort food. They agreed on pasta, so Shane made up some of her famous alfredo sauce and probably twice the recommended portion of pasta for two humans to consume. There were no leftovers. Sy had three helpings, himself. Three heaping bowls of it. Shane couldn't handle more than one and a half servings, even though she wanted to gorge herself. She knew too much would make her ill.

When they weren't eating, the were cuddling on the couch, or in Shane's bed. They watched more Parks and Rec, and a few other films and shows that Sy requested, just to break things up. Their bodies were constantly wrapped in each other, leading to frequent bouts of making out, fooling around, and sex in almost every room of the house.

Her favorite had been the shower. She insisted on getting cleaned up, but Sy had objections.

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"I'll be less than ten minutes, come on, I reek! You can't wanna kiss me when I smell like this!" she said, trying to shut the bathroom door on the human mack truck before her. Broad and formidable.

"You smell like sex, and…me, darlin. I've never wanted to kiss you more," he said, backing her up toward the shower doors. "but I guess if you must. Lemme help, though." he pulled open the glass door, forcing her into his captivating kiss, and maneuvering her backward into the walk-in, stone tile shower. He pulled off her tank top, capturing her breasts in his hands and mouth for a moment before kneeling to remove her shorts and kiss her thighs. He pulled himself away too quickly and started the water flowing.

"Sy, you're fully dressed!" he was barefoot, but otherwise, in jeans and her favorite of his tees. The letters DILLIGAF across a skull, black on red. She always laughed on the inside when she saw it. Because although Sy often had to put on a calloused and brusque act when he'd been an officer in the Army, he was terribly soft and sweet when the occasion called for it. The irony being that although he didn't look like he gave a fuck, he actually did.

"I've got more clothes in the truck and you've got a dryer." he maneuvered her under the pulsing stream of the showerhead. "Gotta get you wet." he let the water run through her hair as he reached for her shampoo, a coconutty concoction that reminded her of summer, squeezed a bit into his hand, and lathered it up. He worked the suds into her wet hair gently, raking his nails across her scalp in a way that excited and ignited every atom in her. She sighed at his touch which made him groan with need.

He tilted her head back to rinse the lather out and reached for the conditioner. He was a bit more generous with it than strictly necessary, but she didn't protest. He pulled her hair forward in two sections, one over each shoulder and worked the emollient into the strands. His hands slick from the product, he ran them over her breasts and her abdomen and hips…between her legs. There her own arousal was primed to combine with the tropical unction. She gasped as he worked his fingers over her, slow at first, but speeding up, only to slow again. When she finally whimpered in frustration, he undid his jeans, and backed her up to the stony grey wall, not giving a fuck, as his shirt had suggested, that he and his clothes were getting soaked. His only care now apparently, was to satisfy the simpering cries of "yes, please." from Shane.

His first few thrusts were slow and measured, knowing that she was still adjusting to his size. But it didn't take long for him to lose control. She wasn't sure what was making him like this, but she was not complaining in the least. The texture of his jeans on her bare, wet thighs was a sensation she wouldn't soon forget. She gripped at him, holding onto his shirt for dear life as her climax built to impossible heights.

She was loving the way he lost himself in the ferocity of the act. And his release led to hers immediately. She wrapped herself around him in blissful embrace, and whispered his name as a prayer.

"Sorry, darlin,' I meant to…"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill and I'm not at a particularly dangerous time in my cycle."

He kissed her tenderly and reached for her bath puff and some body wash. "Well, let’s get ya cleaned up."

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The only good part about Monday was that she'd be treating him. Although, he was scheduled in the afternoon. Her morning would drag on eternal.

He greeted her with a typical "hey, susnshine" and she led him into the gym, feeling his gaze on her ass, wanting, even though they'd just left each other quite satisfied that morning. He was freshly showered, beard well groomed, and his hair growing back in very nicely. He'd asked her weeks ago whether he should keep the buzzed look or not, and she had been entirely for growing it out. She wanted something to run her hands through. She'd be fine if it was at least shoulder length, but she wouldn't push that on him.

They did their normal warm up on the bikes, followed by some plyometric drills, which made him scowl at her in a way that lit her up like a firecracker. But the fact that he was able to jump up onto the box was encouraging. He couldn't have done that a month ago. He was progressing so well and was so close to his long term goals and discharge. It almost made Shane sad. It wasn't as though they wouldn't see each other, but having him break up the insanity of her day three times a week for just an hour was invaluable.

As they were doing their usual end of the session stretch in her treatment room, and she noted the improved range of motion he was getting, he broke the amiable silence with a question.

"Hey, can I bring a pizza or somethin' over for dinner tonight after you get off?"

"Sure!" she could tell there was something he wanted to say, but was holding back. She prodded. "Everything okay? You've been a bit…off today."

"I'm good. Just a little distracted." he deflected by touching her hip, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She swatted him away.

"Not here, Sy."

"But that makes it fun!" he pouted.

"No, that really could get me fired! Getting frisky on company time!"

"Mmmm, I'd love to frisk you right now." he reached between their legs to try and grab her again, but she thwarted him and pinned his wrists at his ears.

"Cool it, cowboy, or your last two sessions are gonna make you wish you'd never met me." she threatened.

"Ain't nothin', nothin' on God's good green earth could make me wish that, sunshine." His stunning blue eyes softened her resolve and she let go, continuing to stretch him.

"Still…cool it." she grinned.

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She'd just had time to change into some comfy clothes, wash her face, and put her hair up when her doorbell rang.

Sy stood smiling under the porch light, a modern white knight, carrying a large pizza from Pizza Hut and a six pack of Miller High Life.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! And it's nice to see you too, Sy!" she laughed, teasing him.

"Should I leave the victuals and go?" he asked, mock concern on his sarcastic brow.

"Get in here, soldier."

She got out napkins and paper plates because as horrible as it sounded, she just couldn't think about doing dishes tonight. She was even glad Sy had brought drinks in disposable or recyclable containers, and not wine, which she tended to prefer. She was exhausted, but not upset, which made the silence they ate in bearable. Sy still seemed to have something on his mind, though.

"Did you have something you wanted to talk about tonight, Sy?"

"Kinda, yeah, uh…it's kind of a big thing for me, and I know this is new, what we have, but…well, I'll just tell ya."

"Go on." she encouraged, worried.

"I…I talked to my old CO about jobs in the private sector. He referred me to a company that…well it's sort of an employment agency for vets. Mostly security for private companies and individuals. I had a phone interview with them this past Tuesday. I just got a call this morning that they want to meet me in person to finalize everything. Mostly a formality. When I go for that, I'll also have to stay there a couple of weeks to a month for training."

"Where is this…gig?" She said, flat affect hiding the feelings brewing under her skin.

"The offices are in Charlottesville…Virginia. And there may be some cross country training there in Shenandoah National Park."

"Cross country…by that do you mean survival training?" She was still cool, but getting more livid.

"You could call it that, I guess. But it won't be a challenge for me. I'm more worried about the technical stuff." His bravado and flippancy about the whole endeavor was enraging her. The thought that he'd be in the wilderness alone, was only a fraction of the big picture. He was going away for a month? And he had known about the job for a week now. A week in which so much about their relationship had changed, and shifted. How could he think she'd just accept this without a bit of raging.

"You waited until after we slept together to tell me this. You did it on purpose, Sy." that was the biggest problem, she thought. The fact that he seemed to be hiding it from her. It brought back old trauma that she thought he'd never have subjected her to.

"Yes and no, Shane. I wasn't intentionally keeping anything from you, I just didn't wanna bring it up until somebody bit."

"You wanted to keep me in the dark about something you were excited about? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I didn't wanna get your hopes up or mine. Honestly."

"Saying 'honestly' doesn't make it honest, Sy. I've told you about everything that Elliott put me through. The lies. The secrets. This puts a bad taste in my mouth. You have to see that. Can't you?"

"Oh, sunshine, I--"

"No, please. Do not do that right now. Don't call me sunshine when all I can see is the night."

"I'm so sorry. My intention was not to make you feel in any way like that asshole ever did. Please hear me when I say that. I want to be the opposite of him in your mind in every way, darlin.' Please believe that."

There was so much sincerity in his voice, now nearing tearfulness that she felt he must be telling her the truth. She nodded. But was still apprehensive about the nature of the job and the training.

"But…what if you get hurt again?"

"I won't. You've all but fixed me, Shane. I'm stronger than ever."

"Can't you just…find a safe job? Here?" She was being selfish. She couldn't help it. Even though she knew she might regret it.

"Sit at a desk, ya mean? Deliver pizzas?" he indicated the box between them on the table. "Call people and ask them if they're happy with their cable services, Shane? Is that all I'm good for now?" he was angry.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, of course not. You're a PT. That's what you were meant to do, right? Well, imagine if you couldn't do that no more. Something or another, an injury, perhaps, or just plain ol' shitty situation, left you in a position where you couldn't go back. Couldn't do your dream job. Couldn't fulfill your purpose." he spat. "Wouldn't you do anything you could to be some shadow of what you were meant to be?"

She couldn't speak. Because he was right in so many ways.

"Because right now, I'm nothin'. I'm not doin' anyone any good. I'm a drain on my country, the one I swore to protect with my very life. It's like I've broken an oath. And it's fractured my soul."

"I see that. I truly do. But I need you here. You do ME good, Sy. I'm already half dreading d/c'ing you. I don't wanna have to say a goodbye, too." it was her truth. But it hit him very much sideways.

"So…what is it, Shane? You only want me when I'm broken? You only want me so you can fix me?"

"No, of course not! That's not what--"

"Am I a charity case to ya now? Is that why ya finally gave in and let me in your bed?"

"Sy, no!" she was crying now. It had hurt so much to think that he could have gotten that from what she'd said.

"I think if you can have feelings hurt about this situation then so can I."

He stood to leave, but she caught him by the wrist.

"Shane…you know I would never, ever harm you. But please… don't test my limits. Let… go." She did.

She was still quite a bit faster than him, so she ran ahead and blocked the door.

"Move." he insisted. She didn't.

"Hear me out, and then I'll let you go."

He crossed his arms and nodded, his gaze still one of cold steel.

"Sy, I didn't mean to make this job that you're clearly excited for into a source of anguish or to make it about me. I'm thrilled that you're going to get to do something you want in another field. I really am. I just…being with you has made me realize how good life can really be. And even if you'd told me before we slept together, I would have said the same thing. It was selfish of me to haul my baggage into the conversation when you aren't, have never been, and could never be Elliot. His best couldn't compare with your worst. And I will do my best in the future to think about who you are before I complain about the work you find to do."

"It's like I said about Aika before. She's a soldier. Hard trained. And so am I. It took a lot of hard work for me to get where I am, so much that it fundamentally altered who I am as a person. Now, in my opinion, those changes were for the better. I was kind of a shit before I became a soldier, thought the sun rose and set with me. I got some perspective and met some good people…lost some, too. Saw some shit I can't unsee. Some of it haunts me to this day, and I figure it always will. But I reckon if I can keep fighting the fight somehow. Keep protecting people in whatever way I can, my training and experience won't be a total waste."

"I understand and respect that, Sy. And I will back you in any way I can. I'll water your plants, I'll keep Aika whenever you're gone, I'm here for you."

"Oh, shit! I wasn't even thinking about having to leave my dog behind! Maybe this WON'T work!" he chuckled.

"Second fiddle to another woman already. I knew you were gonna break my heart, Captain Logan Syverson."

"Never intentionally, sunshine." he hugged her, tight, and with his whole body. Their argument in the past and their future an exciting mystery. Shane had never felt so safe and loved.

Up Next: Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program

[connorandersons-blog]

How about this? Rk1700: Nines sees Markus and Connor together and feels jealous?

These two were super similar so I combined them!! So have some Rk1k and Rk1700! (There isn’t any Markus/Nines though, sorry)

So this is kinda long so I also posted it on A03 and you can find the fic here!

Hope you enjoy!!

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Markus

Markus couldn't help but watch Connor, he was gorgeous, smart, kind, funny, and even a little clumsy if he was too lost in thought. Not to be dramatic, but he was in love. He was pretty sure he fell in love when Connor first walked into Jericho with that silly stance and gate. He had no idea how to be deviant, and he was a bit shocked no one else noticed. 

Still, he had managed to talk him into deviancy, one of the hardest things he had to do if he was being honest. Then they were running for their lives and Connor and he worked together in perfect harmony. 

His heart broke when Connor suggested his suicide mission, but knew he had to let him go. Connor had to do this, not just for the revolution, but for himself. Markus could already see the amount of guilt that weighed on his shoulders. 

He was so grateful that he came back, leading an army of androids no less. He was definitely in love then. The problem was, Connor was oblivious. He had absolutely no idea and at first, that was adorable, now it was driving Markus crazy. 

He didn't want to make the first move, he didn't want Connor to feel obligated to say yes. So he was left pining and complaining about it to his friends. 

"He's just! Ugh! North, you know? I just want to hold him, do you think he'd let me?" He asked, imagining what that would feel like. Connor was always so stiff, especially when working. The few times he saw him truly relax was in stasis or when petting Sumo. God, he was just so adorable, and his smile was so lopsided and awkward. 

"I'm going to murder you in your sleep," North threatens, glaring at him. "Why don't you just ask if you can cuddle or whatever? Not like he'd realize you like him. He didn't realize it after the dates, he didn't notice it after the candy thirium, he won't realize it now." 

Hmm, that was most likely true. "North, you are a genius!" He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before running out. 

He found Connor where he always did when he had free time, in the greenhouse. A KL900 had suggested it after meeting Connor and it was one of the best things to happen, in Markus' opinion. 

He could tell when Connor had been in the garden, his face always had a smudge of dirt, or his nails would be dirty. Markus had mentioned there were gardening gloves, but Connor had said he liked the feeling of doing it with his bare hands. 

"And then Sumo shook! The soap and water got everywhere," Connor laughed, sitting in front of some plants. 

Markus watched, biting his lip. He was talking to plants, which he would have been a bit worried about if it was anyone else. "Are the plants saying anything back?" Markus asks. Connor's head whips around and his smile brightens. Markus' heart leaps at the sight, his own smile growing impossibly wider. 

"Plants can't talk, Markus," Connor points out, patting the ground next to him. Markus takes the invitation instantly. 

"So you're just talking to them…" Markus asks, reaching out and looking over the plants. They are all growing exceptionally well, but he wouldn't expect anything else. 

Connor shrugs and swats Markus' hand away when he pulls a little too hard on a leaf for his liking. "Humans believe talking to plants helps them grow. Experts believe this theory probably dates back to a book from 1848, in which German professor Gustav Fechner suggested plants might be capable of feeling human-like emotions. Despite many different scientific studies on this theory, there's still no conclusive evidence that talking to plants helps them grow or, if it does, why it helps. Though there are plenty of interesting theories." 

"Oh?" He really couldn't care less about plants, but Connor was passionate about it and he would never tell him to be quiet when so excited. Plus, he really liked listening to him talk. 

"There is evidence from certain studies, however, to suggest that it's a plausible theory that plants do respond positively to exposure to sounds. For example, some researchers have found evidence that plants respond to vibrations. Although some scientists believe plant responses to vibrations help them survive in windy environments, it's plausible to think that sounds, which are forms of vibrations, could affect plants, too.

"Other researchers believe that talking to plants may stimulate growth because of the carbon dioxide produced when people exhale as they speak. Since plants take in carbon dioxide, some scientists believe carbon dioxide could explain the benefit that speaking to plants seems to provide. So for androids, if that is true then it won't help." Connor rambled, facing the plants. 

Markus nodded, thinking it over. "That actually makes a lot of sense." He reached out to the plant again only to get swatted away again. Honestly, he just wanted Connor to touch him again. 

"It does, I was planning to run an experiment myself, as I can make it as controlled as possible, especially here. What do you think?" He finally glanced at Markus, his head tilted to the side. 

"Yeah, I don't see why not. If you need any help, let me know, ok?" He'd help however he could if it meant Connor would be this excited. 

"Ah, thank you! Now, I know you didn't come here just to talk about plant theory, what can I do to help?" If his posture wasn't already perfect he would have sat up straighter, waiting for a command of any kind. 

Well, it was now or never. "Can I hug you? I've just, I wanted a hug." Hugging was a start, he didn't want to push Connor too far too fast. 

But apparently, Connor thought differently as he climbed into Markus' lap and wrapped himself around him. "Of course, I'll hug you as long as you'd like." 

Markus froze before wrapping his arms around Connor, pulling him closer. "Thank you, I really wanted this." He buried his face in Connor's shoulder, taking in slow breaths. This was so much more than he had expected but he was so glad it was happening. 

"Connor, oh, I apologize for interrupting." 

Nines

He was absolutely not in love with Connor. He was above such silly human concepts, and why would he even love his predecessor? Sure he was rather adorable, enthusiastic, hard-working, considerate, dependable, funny, and courageous, but that didn't mean he loved him. He just, well he looked up to him. 

He was meant to be the better android, but that had long since become meaningless once the androids had actually won with a peaceful revolution. Plus, Connor had more actual experience which did count for a lot. 

He was absolutely not in love, no matter how many times Gavin Reed of all people tried to get him to ask Connor out. It was silly, just because he liked watching Connor didn't mean he loved him. He was just fascinating to watch, and if Connor caught him a few times and smiled, well that was between them. 

He had taken to going to Connor when stuck on a case. Not for hard evidence, that would be preposterous, he simply needed advice on human or android motivation. He could go to Gavin, it would actually be much simpler, but he didn't mind going out of his way. 

Like now, he was visiting New Jericho to find Connor and had decided the best place to look would be wherever Markus was, or the garden. This time it was the same place so he knew Connor would most likely be there. 

"Connor, oh, I apologize for interrupting." 

What he hadn't expected to find was Connor sitting in Markus' lap, legs and arms wrapped around him. In an instance, there was a surge of emotions, ones he had gotten good at recognizing in him. Anger, envy, sadness, and resentment, almost all directed towards Markus. 

He pressed his lips into a thin line, taking in a slow breath. Connor blinks and looks up at him, giving him that annoyingly dopey smile. "Nines! It's ok, would you like to join." 

Markus turned to glance at Nines, squinting at him just slightly. Ah, so it would be like that. "No thank you, I'd rather not intrude." He could however be respectful. If he was to go up against anyone for Connor, which he wasn't going to do because he did not love Connor, he was almost glad it was him. Markus was indeed a wonderful man, smart and incredibly charismatic. Nines respected him more than most and found he would seek his wisdom as well when needed. 

"Oh, what did you need?" Connor didn't detangle himself, obviously not picking up on the tension that weighed heavily in the room. 

Nines glanced to Markus who only shrugged. At least he was fine with them talking while the two did… whatever that was. "I was looking for your help on a case but I see that you are busy." He gave a small nod to each and watched as Connor's face fell. 

>>RK800: You can come to Hank's tonight if you'd still like help. 

Connor sent wordlessly, resting his chin back on Markus' shoulder. Nines gave a low hum but didn't decide yet. If he still needed the help then he would seek him out. 

>>RK900 Thank you for the offer, have a wonderful day. 

Connor

He had found that he rather liked physical contact. Hank wasn't too tactile, but he didn't complain much when Connor curled up against him as they watched whatever show Hank had insisted was necessary. 

He didn't exactly instigate it, though. He didn't want people to think he was going to be violent, there was still that fear. Thankfully, Nines didn't seem to get the same treatment, or at least not to the same extent. He was pretty sure it was because Nines hadn't been released into the public before the revolution.

Nines wasn't one for much touching, though there was the possibility that he has the same thought process as Connor. 

Markus, however, adored hugs. He always gave fleeting touches without even thinking about it. When Markus had asked he didn't hesitate. It made sense to get as close as possible, plus it would be most comfortable for both of them. 

He was a bit surprised to see Nines but thought the more the merrier. Sadly he didn't seem interested and left just as quickly. He pouted slightly, shifting a bit before relaxing into the embrace again. 

Markus hadn't relaxed again and Connor let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" He pulled back slightly, hands resting on Markus' shoulders. If he had said something he'd rather know so he could apologize. 

"Huh?" Markus blinked before looking back at Connor, a slight blue flush to his face. Connor felt heat radiating from him and got a bit concerned before Markus smiled. "Nothing, I wasn't expecting Nines or really anyone." 

Ah, well that made sense. "Perhaps we can hug somewhere else if you don't want to be interrupted." He wouldn't mind, it was rather relaxing.

"This is a little more than hugging, Connor. I don't want… well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Markus sighed, resting his hands on Connor's waist. 

Connor tilted his head. More than hugging?

[Cuddle- 1: to hold close for warmth or comfort or in affection. 2: to lie close]

Or perhaps snuggle which was a synonym.

[Snuggle- 1: to curl up comfortably or cozily. transitive verb. 2: to draw close especially for comfort or in affection]

Yes, that fit better than a simple hug. Though he wasn't sure why that would make him uncomfortable, especially since he was the one that turned into cuddling. Why privacy would change that fact was beyond him. "I don't see how that would change, I think I like this, you're comfy." 

Markus' face flushed even bluer and pulled Connor back in. "I'm glad you feel that way. You're pretty comfy yourself." Markus gently nuzzled at his neck and Connor let out a small happy rumble. His neck was sensitive, but his hands, tongue, and ports were more so. The one on the back of the neck was one of the most sensitive, or really any of his biocomponents. 

He let his head loll to the side slightly, but let out a very loud squeak when Markus stood. He held on tightly, keeping his legs tightly around him. "Wha-" 

"We're going somewhere more private, that is ok, right?" Markus asked, stalling momentarily. 

"Of course, I was caught a bit off guard. I can walk, you know." He pointed out, using his legs to keep him up and leaning back to glance at Markus, a small smile on his face. He didn't mind the hands that made sure he didn't fall, but they were completely unnecessary. 

Markus shrugged, starting to walk out of the greenhouse. "You said you were comfortable, didn't want to change that." 

Connor hummed but didn't argue. It did gain them some looks but they both ignored it. There would be rumors circling around, not that Connor would pick up on it. 

He heard a snicker that sounded an awful lot like North as Markus brought them into the highest level that had been turned into a home. The leaders (except Connor) all lived there together, so it most definitely was North. No one else (for security reasons) was allowed up here, again, except for Connor. 

He was then very gently placed on a soft bed, and he knew it was Markus'. He hadn't understood why Markus had gotten a bed, at first. Androids didn't need to sleep, even if they could after the updates. Connor simply stayed at Hank's and sat on the couch with Sumo. 

Now he understood. Sleeping was relaxing, and he rather liked dozing off cuddling with Sumo. Now he was on Markus' bed, looking up at him with a smile. 

Markus 

Fuck this was a bad idea. Connor didn't even have an idea of how this looked. He was all but splayed out on his bed, looking up at him with adoration. Or, that's what he hoped he saw. He kicked his door closed but regretted that too. It gave them more privacy and let Markus' brain run wild with possibilities. 

"Markus? Is something wrong?" Connor asked, wiggling on the bed to give Markus space. Fuck, God, this was terrible. He shouldn't take advantage of him like this. But he could make this just platonic. Friends cuddled all the time. 

He shook his head, toeing off his shoes. "Nothing, I was just thinking. You sure you're ok with this?" He would stop immediately, he'd do anything. 

Connor nodded and took his own shoes off, placing them gently on the ground. Markus couldn't help the small chuckle as his socks. They had little dogs on it, and it was adorably such a Connor thing to do. 

He climbed into the bed, looking at Connor who looked so at home in Markus's room. "How, do you want to go back to the position we were in before or laying down?" 

Connor seemed to think it over before shrugging. "I don't mind either way, as long as you're comfortable and happy." 

"I want you to be happy and comfortable too." 

"I'm happy just being near you." 

He really had no idea what his words could do or mean to Markus. If they sat the way they did before and Connor squirmed a bit, Markus would definitely have a problem. "Laying down, that way if either of us gets sleepy it's not much of a problem." He wouldn't mind that, literally sleeping with Connor. 

"I shouldn't stay the night, I did offer to meet Nines at Hank's later to help with the case," Connor said, letting Markus get comfortable before following his lead. Over half of Connor was laying on Markus, wrapping himself around him. His head was resting on Markus's chest, once again letting out a small rumble. 

Markus felt his heart skip a beat, unsure what to do with his hands. One went to Connor's hair, gently carding through it and the other held Connor close. 

The bed itself was soft and warm even without any blankets covering them. He could feel Connor's slow breath as he relaxed, the silence of the room more comforting than awkward. 

They shifted every now and then but mostly stayed put, both content with their positions. They barely talked, at least not out loud. Neither wanted to break the silence, and they could talk without having to say anything out loud. 

Markus and Connor had both seemed to lose track of time before Connor jumped slightly. "You ok?" 

"Yes, I set an alarm to make sure I didn't fall asleep." Connor stretched, accidentally rubbing himself against Markus. Then he sat up, and Markus felt cold seep into him. He missed the pressure of Connor against him and just wanted to pull him down, never let him go. 

"Oh, that was probably a good idea. Thank you for this, I really needed it." His stress levels were so low it was shocking, and if this calmed him that much he couldn't imagine what more would do. 

Connor slipped off the bed, pulling his shoes on, "of course! I rather enjoyed it, so if you ever need a hug again, I'd be glad to." Connor's clothes were adorably wrinkled as he moved over towards the door. 

Markus stood too, moving to Connor. "I can walk you out," he wouldn't mind the extra time with him. 

"No need. I know the way, thank you, though." He leaned up and gave him a quick hug before pecking him on the cheek. Markus knew it didn't mean much, for all of Connor's detective skills, he wasn't the best when it came to his own life. He probably had no idea that could be considered romantic. "Have a good night." 

Nines

When Connor had informed Nines was home he left for him instantly. Hank was already home, and when Nines knocked he was the one that opened the door. He eyes Nines and had that look on his face that meant he knew something Nines didn't. He didn't like that at all. 

"Nines, I'm guessing you're not here to see my ugly mug," Hank snorted, stepping aside to let him in. Nines hummed looking around. 

Connor was on the couch, curled up with Sumo's head on his lap. What made his thirium pump stutter was what he was wearing. He had on a huge hoodie, which most likely belonged to Hank and small shorts. He had on long soaks too which somehow made him look even more adorable. 

Connor glanced over, smiling at Nines. "Hey! Glad you came, do you want something to drink or eat?" He moved to get up, but Nines waved him off, taking the seat next to him. He knew where Hank preferred to sit but thankfully the closest spot to Connor wasn't that one. 

"No need, I do not require anything. Thank you, though." His posture was perfect as he glanced at the TV. A cooking show was playing, Nines had heard Connor mention it before. It seemed he was rather fond of those types of shows. 

Connor nodded, shifting slightly, before petting Sumo to soothe him. "Alright, so you wanted my help?" He leaned towards Nines, probably subconsciously. That must be a good sign. A sign of what, he didn't want to think of. 

"A case, may we interface?" Nines offered his hand. Connor didn't hesitate to connect, gladly taking in all the information. Then Nines was flooded with emotions that weren't his own. He felt plenty of emotions but he ignored them enough that they dimmed. These emotions were like fire, burning hot and bright.

Before he could really get a grip on them the connection was severed. "Fuck, sorry. Didn't mean to bombard you." 

Nines shook his head, the synthetic skin covering his hand again. "I don't mind. Do you have any advice on the case?" 

Connor hummed, eyes fluttering as he quickly went over the new information. "Well," he said, "this is certainly interesting. To me, it seems like the AX was jealous. That's a pretty common emotion but it can lead to violence. Plus she wouldn't leave behind evidence. I think she'd be your best bet." 

"But she was his best friend, why would she do that? Wouldn't she want him to be happy?" It didn't make sense, killing the competition only made the killer look bad. 

Connor shrugged, leaning even closer to Nines. "She may have thought she could get away with it. If she thought she had no chance, and put all her hopes and happiness onto one person… well that can really hurt someone."

"So she could not be happy without him?" 

"Yeah, but I'd say you'd need to interrogate her, I could be wrong." 

"You rarely are," Nines says, his lips twitching into an almost smile. 

"I um… can I ask you something, Nines?" Connor asks, looking down at his lap. Nines notes Connor's rising stress levels and puts a hand on his shoulder, hoping to soothe him. 

"You may ask me anything, you know that." He would do his best to answer too. Humans sometimes thought androids knee everything, but that notion was simply impossible. They had just as many questions, if not more than humans. 

Connor stalled for a second, biting his lip before letting out his breath. "Can I hug you? Or I guess, cuddle? I really liked doing it with Markus and you… I just wanted to at least hug you? If you don't want to be touched it's ok, I'll understand." Connor quickly said. 

Nines eyes widened as he processed the question. Connor wanted to hug and or cuddle with him. Connor had done so with Markus. Nines really wanted to be better at this than Markus but the chances of that were slim. It was natural for Markus to touch or reach out to someone. Nines still felt too awkward to do so. 

Apparently, his silence was too long as Connor shifted enough to make Sumo huff and get off, glaring at the two. "S-sorry, uh we don't have to, I totally get it." 

Well, that just wouldn't do. He moved around a bit before tugging on Connor's arm. His eyes widened at the acceptance and gladly snuggled up close, head resting on Nines' chest while his body rested on him as well. Nines' body caged him in, legs on either side of Connor. They shifted until they were both comfortable, Nines' arms finding their way around Connor to hold him. 

Hank walked into the room, sighed, then walked to his bedroom muttering something neither picked up. Well, that was fine with Nines, he would mind some time alone with Connor, he rarely got it anyway. 

Connor watched the show and Nines mostly watched Connor. He liked watching the rise and fall as he breathed, and the way his hands would twitch, making Nines' shirt bunch up slowly. He really liked it when Connor let out a yawn, trying to snuggle closer as his eyes became droopy. Nines was the one to do this, to relax Connor enough that he would fall asleep in his arms. 

It made his chest feel weird, and he even ran a diagnostic but it came up clear. It was like he had so much energy that his body was burning up with it, and it made him almost befuddled. He wasn't exactly sure what to make of this, but he was easily getting addicted to it. 

"'M falling 'sleep," Connor slurred out, letting another yawn fall from his lips. He blinked slowly, looking up at Nines. 

Damn, that feeling got only stronger. It made him want to lean down and kis-woah. That thought was slightly startling, but he pushed it aside for now. "You can sleep, I don't mind." He rather liked this and would stay completely still until he died if it meant Connor would be happy. 

Connor nodded, shuffling a bit down before pulling Nines down too so they were both lying flat. Connor then got back into the position he wanted, a sleepy smile on his face. He gave a quick peck to Nines' chest, before promptly falling asleep.

Nines laid there stunned. Connor had kissed him? It was so quick and simple, Connor probably was too tired to even think, but he still did it. Connor still kissed him. The feeling came back tenfold, and his arms wrapped around Connor protectively. 

Maybe now, in the silence of the night with Connor in his arms, he could admit to knowing this feeling. It didn't take a genius to figure out, and one quick search of the internet held his answer. He was in love with Connor. 

The thought was so easy to think as he looked at him. It was his thoughts, no one else had to know of this weakness. Connor was his weakness, his kryptonite. He knew he'd do close to anything for him. He just… he just wanted him happy. 

He wanted to watch as Connor's face lit up as he talked about animals. Or when he laughed so hard it came out sounding more mechanical than human. He wanted to see the look full of absolute wonder as he stared at something beautiful as simple as a tree turning yellow for the fall. 

He wanted to see all of it, but what if he didn't make Connor happy. He saw how content and blissful he looked in Markus' arms. If anyone could truly give Connor the world, it would be Markus. Nines wasn't meant to feel love, or compassion, or even empathy. He was made to take out targets without hesitation or remorse. He was supposed to be a cold-hearted soldier. 

He was far from that now, especially with all these thoughts. Maybe he could be better, not better than Markus but better than himself. Show Connor that he could truly make him happy if he just gave him that chance. 

Connor

When he got into work, he hadn't expected anything different. Nines certainly didn't seem bothered by Connor falling asleep on him. Hank had let out a long sigh loud enough to alert both of their systems into waking up. Connor had then gone to New Jericho since there was a small security threat, and Nines went to the station. 

Connor had gone into work the next day, not having seen Markus either. Most of the security Connor handled, then sent a report to North and if need be for legal action, the DPD. 

So he was a bit surprised to see two cases of flowers on his desk. He walked over, analyzing the flowers and vase, but there were no fingerprints. The flower meanings, however, were rather interesting. 

The first vase was painting interestingly, almost like some splattered paint all over it, and called it a day. It had amaryllis, which could mean worth beyond beauty. That was certainly sweet. The red carnations symbolize love, pride, and admiration, and the tulips meant a confession of love. The whole thing was absolutely gorgeous and smelled just as wonderful.

The other vase was a spiral of beautiful blues and purples. It had ranunculuses which symbolize radiant charm. The purple lilacs symbolize first love. Then there were the purple delphiniums. They came in many colors but purple often representing a first love. 

Connor tried not to take the meanings to heart, who knew if the ones giving had known. That did make him look at the small card that came with, but both simply had his name printed on it. 

"Looks like you got a secret admirer. Or maybe two, that would certainly be interesting," Hank points out, sitting down at his desk. Connor hummed and looked around the station. A few people seemed interested, but probably since they were curious as to why Connor had two vases.

Connor shrugged and moved them both slightly so they wouldn't be in the way. "Or just a simple kind gesture, friends give each other gifts often." 

He took his own seat, easily logging into the computer with a touch from his hand. "They are both very beautiful, I really enjoy the texture of the blueish vase." He'd never been given flowers before and found that he quite liked it. 

"Sure kid, believe whatever you want. They are pretty nice though. Any idea who they're from?" Hank looked at the flowers before glancing around himself. He caught Nines' eye but didn't linger too long. He had his suspicions but didn't want to tip Connor off to them. 

Connor shrugged again. "I scanned it and found no fingerprints, so I'm assuming an android. Though they could have had it delivered and an android could have done so, so that doesn't rule out humans." Plus the card was in Cyberlife font, but again, it could have been delivered and not brought by the actual sender. 

"Interesting. Well, maybe you'll get more gifts and you'll figure it out. But we've got a case to solve." 

"Right, sorry Lieutenant." Connor grinned as Hank groaned from the formalities. 

Connor did indeed get more gifts. Most were small and they didn't always come together, and if they did they were never the same gift. So the possibility it was two people were high, but Connor didn't know who. Hank kept insisting they were secret admirers, and Connor could see the logic but didn't want to jump to that conclusion. 

If it was true that meant two people liked him. He had no idea who they could be. He had done some research and it seemed people could form a crush even if they didn't interact with the person all that much. 

What he did know was that it most likely wasn't delivered, but brought in from the sender. That meant the person(s) was able to get into the DPD with little to no restrictions. 

Connor had even questioned the receptionist, but all of them had apparently sworn to secrecy. No one in the bullpen would talk either. Hank was almost always with Connor so he didn't bother asking him, except for any speculations. 

What he couldn't understand was why they wouldn't just tell him he understood the fear of rejection, but they honestly couldn't believe Connor would hate them for their feelings. He was rather flattered by it all. He also flushed blue when he saw he had a new gift and treasured each one. 

The flowers were more rare gifts, and they didn't always come in bundles, sometimes it was a single rose left on his desk. One time he even got a beautiful photo of a park where all the trees had started changing color for fall. He had the picture on his desk, and every time he looked at it he couldn't help but smile. 

He was sure the two would run out of ideas but after almost three months they hadn't. So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He had figured out a pattern, and could generally distinguish the two. 

He left a note for each on his desk before he left to go home saying how much he appreciated the gifts, but he'd love to know who they were. 

The notes were gone the next morning and replaced with gifts instead. Well, at least they read it. Connor left them notes, saying what he liked about the gift, how it made him smile, or even about his day. 

He did get closer to both Markus and Nines and had even considered that it was them leaving the gifts, but when he brought it up they seemed surprised. That wasn't definitive but he was pretty sure he'd know if two of his closest friends liked him in that way. 

Gavin had teased him a few times over the gifts, but Connor had asked (with a very innocent voice) if Gavin had ever gotten gifts like this. That shut him up quickly and he didn't push it again. 

What if it really was someone he didn't know. It was silly, but he loved the gifts and now wanted it to be from certain people. 

The feelings weren't new, he was just a bit oblivious to them before. He hasn't meant to fall in love, especially not with two people, but it just happened. He had no idea what to do about it, so he decided to just not. If either showed interest then he'd recuperate, if not? Well, he would go on being their friend. He would be happy either way and didn't mind not having a partner. 

That was something odd apparently. Most humans were always looking for a partner, whether it was just for fun or long-term. Connor was happy by himself. He had his friends, his job, Hank and Sumo. He didn't really need or absolutely want more. 

He wasn't lonely and it wasn't like he was missing a part of himself. He was a whole person, and didn't need someone else to 'complete him'. He would just do what felt right and made him happy. 

Though, his feelings did make certain things a little more… interesting. Cuddling was something he found he absolutely loved doing. Hank would let him lean on him but not much else. Nines and Markus both clung to him any time he even mentioned it, so he took that as a good sign. 

Both of them were so nice and warm, and he always felt safe in either of their arms. He liked feeling tiny in Nines' arms, but he also liked how Markus would play with his hair.

If given the choice he didn't know which he would pick. He knew polyamory was a thing, and if they were open to it then that would be the best-case scenario. But he knew even now people looked down on it. Not as much as before but it was still an uphill battle. 

He didn't know who they'd feel about both of them dating Connor. Jealousy was a thing, but he thought if he communicated well enough, then they could come to many compromises. He'd make sure they both felt equally loved because they were. 

Markus

When he had first delivered the flowers, he hadn't expected Nines to rush out and come back with his own. Well, he couldn't say he was surprised. It did piss him off a bit, but he could understand where he was coming from. Connor was wonderful, and he really couldn't blame Nines for this. 

Still, he couldn't help his annoyance every time he dropped off a gift and Nines already had one ready. At least in his defense, Nines wasn't the most polite about it either. There were plenty of shoves from both sides so Markus wasn't all that innocent. He just wanted to give Connor gifts, let him know he was loved, but Nines had to butt in. 

Markus had about enough and asked Nines out to talk, but Markus was a gentleman and offered lunch while they were at it. 

"Right, so we need to talk," Markus started, interlacing his fingers on the tables. Nines gave a hum and motioned for him to continue. "It's about Connor." 

"I see. I will not back down." Nines butt in, glaring at Markus. 

Markus had stared down swat, military, the FBI, and even Connor, none shook him. This? Nines had him wanting to duck his head. But he wouldn't, "neither will I." 

"Then how should we proceed?" Nines asked, leaning back. Hah! He seemed just as nervous about going up against Markus as he was about him. 

Markus thought it over for a second. "Neither of us will back down, and Connor doesn't know about either of us. I think we can be civil about this. I do not want to say how you are feeling, but I will come right out with mine. I love Connor. He is wonderful and kind, and he deserves the best. I can't say that's me, I don't know who is. I just want him happy, I believe you want the same?" 

"I too love Connor, though I've only recently come to this conclusion. I do want him happy, and I think I can do that, but if I see you can do it better… I would step aside. I would still like to be his friend, but I will not try to get in the way. Can I ask the same from you?" Nines asked, leaning forward. 

"Of course. We do this with respect for Connor but also with respect for each other. You are an impressive man, and I wouldn't want anyone else in this position." He gave a small pause, "I think we should stop with the passive-aggressiveness." 

Nines blinked, LED swirling yellow before going back to a calm blue. "I agree. I must confess, I wasn't fully aware what I was doing was passive-aggressive, and I apologize. I do respect you and thank you for all you've done. I believe we can get along, if we both, as Hank says, get our heads out of our asses." 

Markus chuckled, finally smiling at Nines. He held out his hand and Nines took it, shaking it firmly. "I agree. I'm glad we did this." Nines wasn't that bad, and he had Connor's best interest at heart. 

After that, it was easier. They weren't exactly competing with each other, because it wasn't a competition. It was Connor's choice and at the end of the day, he was the one that held all the power. They didn't shove each other, and actually gave each other advice on gifts. 

He even considered Nines a friend. He was intense and he feared the day North and he met but knew they'd get along. 

They didn't hang out, but Markus wouldn't mind his company. They both spent time with Connor and sometimes Connor would invite the other along. Before their talk, it would have been tense, but now it was calm. They all had fun together, and Connor was his adorable oblivious self. 

He even got closer to Connor, gladly reaching out for more touches and hugs. Connor was unusually good at cuddling and he seemed to love it. If they watched a movie together he always snuggled up close, sometimes he even fell asleep. 

If Nines was there he'd look between the two with this adorably conflicted look on his face. Nines was the one that suggested he lay with his head in someone's lap and legs in the other. He generally laid his head in Markus' lap, smiling when Markus' hand seemed to go to Connor's hair without thought. 

Nines would gently hold Connor's legs and sometimes tapped on them along with whatever music was playing in the background of the movie. Connor ended up passed out faster when it was both of them than separately. 

So they ended up having movie dates together (not actual dates though they both wanted it to be) especially on their breaks when they knew Connor's stress was higher. Nines would tell Markus of Connor's stress and then Markus would make sure they all had the time that night or some night soon for it. 

Connor's mood overall had gotten even better until it wasn't. And he had no idea what to do about it. 

Nines

He was so new to all the emotions, but he considered Markus a friend. They worked together to make Connor happy, and Nines considered that a win. 

When Connor suddenly became perplexed and grumpy they both knew they had to do something. So they planned fun events for them to do. Connor seemed even more confused and kept glancing at Nines and Markus. Had Connor figured it out? Did it make him uncomfortable?

Markus and he decided they would need to talk. Connor had the day off and Nines requested one (for the first time, which led to Fowler's jaw on the floor and a quick yes), and Markus asked the others to make sure he was free. 

They had gotten a whole thing set yep, food they could eat, thirium whine, his favorite movie, and a night of cuddling planned. Markus had gotten some flowers, Nines had gotten extra soft blankets and the food. 

"Ok, he said he'd be here soon. Carl is visiting an old friend so we have the house to ourselves. The food ready?" Markus asked, rubbing his hands together nervously. 

Nines nodded, looking it all over for the hundredth time. They had even lit candles that made the house smell like Christmas. "It is. Everything is perfect. Do I look good?" It was silly but he wanted to look nice for Connor.

He had a white button-down, grey corset vest, and jeans. Meanwhile, Markus had one a white button-down with lace cut out patchwork long sleeves. Nines could admit, he looked rather good in it. 

"You do, do I? Maybe the shirt is too much, I could always change." Markus tugged at his shirt that was just tight enough to be slightly sexually appealing. Nines could admit Markus was attractive but he didn't feel anything other than platonic for him. 

Nines gave him a small grin. "You look wonderful, Connor will love it." Markus' face lit up and then he sagged with relief. They both knew Connor didn't focus on someone's physical beauty, though he could appreciate it. 

Markus patted him on the shoulder, "thanks. I mean it, you've been a good friend when you had every right to be… well, a bitch." 

Nines hummed, he definitely could be, but he preferred this. He preferred having friends over enemies. "As you have, if he does choose you, I will be happy for both of you." 

"And I you." Markus went to say something but the door chimed its greeting to Connor. Carl had been the one to offer to add him to the house, and he even added Nines too. 

They both perked up, turning towards the foyer. "Connor!" They both called out, glancing at each other with a grin. 

"Sorry! Traffic was, well, traffic. You said you had something you wanted to discuss? Sounded important." Connor sighed, walking in. His hair has the curl to it that both loved and his clothes were a bit wet from the rain. 

"It's fine, you cannot control that. Would you like to dry off?" Nines asked, glancing around. 

Connor shook his head, chuckling when water droplets got everywhere. "No, it's ok. Sorry, I can though, if I shouldn't get the furniture wet." He glanced to Markus, biting his lip. 

"No need, do whatever you're comfortable with. We've got some dinner made if you want." Markus motioned to the set table. 

Connor looked over and his eyes widened at the display. "You–you didn't have to, really." 

They both shrugged, taking Connor's hands and leading him over. This was it. They'd spend the night together, and then they'd confess. Markus didn't even mind if Nines wanted to crash there one way or another. 

Nines pulled out the chair for Connor and then sat down, while Markus poured the wine. "We wanted to. We've both noticed how you didn't seem your happiest, so we wanted to cheer you up." 

Markus nodded and took his own seat. "So this night is all for you." 

Connor gaped at them, looking at the plates that were covered, the drinks, then back at them. "This is–one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me." 

Markus and Nines both frowned, but quickly pulled themselves together. "Well, enjoy yourself. Carl gave us the house all night and tomorrow if you want to stay." 

"O-oh, thank you. Are you sure this is ok? This must have been a lot of work to waste on me." Connor looked at the wine, trying not to scan it to know exactly how expensive it was. 

Nines sighed, taking one of Connor's hands. "We did this because we lo-, because you deserve a nice night. Please, let us spoil you for one night." 

Connor squinted slightly, opening his mouth to say something before snapping it shut. He gave a nod and Markus took the lids off the plates, letting the steam rise to the ceiling. 

The food looked absolutely delicious, cooked to absolute perfection. After a slight pause, they all dug in, going completely silent as they ate. 

Connor started to sway as he ate and drank, even closing his eyes sometimes to just enjoy the taste. Markus had put on light classical music in the back so there weren't just the sounds of them eating. 

They both felt pride and kept giving each other looks of gratitude. Nines wanted to date Connor but he'd be content if Connor ended up with Markus. 

Connor

He hadn't expected any of this. He didn't mean for his emotions to show so much, but this was kind of huge. He was in love with his two best friends, ones he didn't know what he'd do if he didn't have. 

This awfully felt like a date with the whole candles and music, and nice clothes. And damn, those were nice clothes. Markus looks stunning as did Nines, both of their outfits complemented each of their personalities and physiques. His own outfit seemed plain and drab in comparison. 

Still, the food was amazing and the wine went perfectly with it. He wanted to just keep eating and eating, but soon there was nothing left on the plate. He hummed happily and rubbed at his stomach letting out a small sigh. "Thank you, that was truly delicious." 

"We also got you some flowers, we thought you might like them," Markus said, standing up to grab them. 

The two had warred over this idea, knowing it would give everything away, but they thought it was worth it. 

Connor blinked, looking to Nines who tried to hide his nervousness, but his LED gave him away. "Oh, then-" his words died on his lips as he saw the banquet of flowers. It had amaryllis, red carnations, tulips, ranunculuses, purple lilacs, and purple delphiniums. The same flowers he had gotten as the first gift, but now combined. 

He had the hope, the gifts matched up with them, but he wasn't sure. This… this confirmed it. Markus and Nines were the ones that had given him all those gifts. 

"You, you guys? But why?" Hank's words echoed in his head about how the senders were secret admirers, that they loved him. 

Markus sat back down, looking to Nines before turning to Connor. "We… I guess I'll go first. Connor, I love you. I think I've loved you since the moment I saw you, even as you held a gun to mean. I saw someone good who wasn't given a choice. But I do have a choice and it's you, I chose you." 

Connor's mouth hung open, blinking quickly. He didn't have much time to process until Nines was talking. 

"I love you too, Connor. I did not know I was capable of love, I even thought it below me. I thought this made you my weakness and that was bad. But it wasn't bad. You are my weakness and that's a very good thing." 

This was actually happening. Markus and Nines loved him. "Wait, do you love each other?" Connor asked. 

The two looked between each other before shaking their heads. "No, I don't, but I do consider him a close friend." Markus shrugs. 

"I do not harbor romantic feelings for him, but I too think he is a good friend." 

Huh. That made things a little more difficult, but, well they both loved him. Was it selfish to want both? 

"You don't have to love us, either of us, but we thought you should know," Nines added on, glancing down to the table. 

"I love both of you!" He blurted out before covering his mouth. He had meant to be more romantic about it, give a nice speech like the other two had, but like everything else he fucked it up. 

The room went deadly silent, even the music seemed to pause with the tension. He didn't know how the other two would react, would they fight over him? He didn't want them to argue, or even get upset about this. 

"Oh." Markus breathed out, and Nines let out a small hum in agreement. 

"Um… sorry? I don't, I know you probably wanted me to pick one of you or neither, but I love both of you." Connor shrugged, putting his hands in his lap and fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. 

"Well, we can certainly discuss this. Polyamory is a thing, and I would not mind that, it is a good compromise." Nines says, making Connor's head snap up. 

"I agree, should we move to the couch?" Markus asked, and Connor was quick to nod. They all moved as fast as they could without making it seem like they were in a rush. 

They put Connor in the middle and sat on either side of him. They all wanted to reach out and touch, draw each other close but held back. They needed to talk first, not just assume what the other was thinking. 

"Ok, so um I guess I'll start? It took me a while to know, but then I realized and it couldn't have been clearer. I had no idea what you guys felt, I had hoped the gifts were from you both but I had no evidence." Connor rambled, taking in a gasp of air after. 

"We both wanted to make you happy," Markus looked to Nines who nodded. "We talked too, and we were both ok with whichever of us you'd want. We never actually thought you'd like us both."

Connor let out a chuckle, covering his face, and leaned forward. "I can't believe this. I can't be that lucky, you both… and you're ok with this? If I'm with both of you?" 

He wanted both of them, no matter how selfish that made him. Was it even selfish if they loved him back? 

"I'm ok with it," Nines said. 

"Me too." 

They both were? They both wanted him and we're ok with sharing? It didn't seem likely but they were saying it was true. "Really? Both of you? I just, I can't believe it." 

Markus moved first, gently reaching out and brushing through Connor's hair. "We do. We both love you and are willing to share if it makes you happiest." 

Nines scooted closer, putting an arm around Connor's waist. "Does that make you happiest?" 

"But what about you guys? Does this make you happiest?" Connor asked, sitting up to look between them. He didn't want to push them into this just because they only thought of him first and foremost. 

"Being with you makes me happy. I have no issue with you also being with Markus, he is a kind man and I trust him with you." 

Markus grinned at Nines in thanks, sending the message silently. "I couldn't have said it better. We both talked before, said we wouldn't back down. I think we both are more than willing to do this if you are." 

"Yeah, I am. God this is amazing! This is literally the best-case scenario, that never happens with me. I got the two best men, best androids in the world. How is that possible?" He giggled, his grin growing wider and wider. 

Markus and Nines couldn't help their own grins, feeding off of all of their energies. "Connor, I can say for sure that we both agree, you are the best man and android in the world. We are beyond lucky that you love us back." Markus ruffled Connor's hair. 

"Can I kiss you guys? Obviously, I can't do that at the same time, I don't know who I should kiss first, is that a thing? Who gets to kiss first? It'll be my first kiss, so I know to humans thats-" he kept rambling but Nines and Markus had their own conversations. 

They were asking who would get the honors and Nines and said Markus should, while Markus didn't want to be rude. But Nines insisted, saying how Markus had known of his love first, plus Nines didn't mind the wait. 

"Connor," Markus interrupted, and Connor quickly cut off, looking at him with wide eyes. 

Connor gulped, leaning into the soft warm hand that cupped his cheek. He mumbled a sorry but then Markus was leaning forward and their lips brushed together. Connor shuttered, letting out a small gasp. He went to push closer, feel more but Markus put a hand on his chest, not pushing him away but keeping him there. 

"Why, I want more." Connor frowned. Markus let out a chuckle a pressed in for a quick kiss. 

"Thank you, you're adorable, but I think someone is missing out." Markus's eyes flicker to Nines who was still sitting patiently on the couch. 

Connor nods and turns to him, Nines gently guides him into his lap. He leans up and Nines pulls him closer, pushing them together and into a searing kiss. It's less gentle but no less pleasurable, Nines putting a hand on Connor's chin to tilt Connor's head just the right way. 

He made a noise and it startled him so much he jolted, pulling back. "Sorry, I um…" 

Nines smiles, actually smiled at him, "it's ok. You can make all the sounds you'd like. I'm glad I can make you feel good." 

Connor nodded and jumped again when he felt arms wrap around him from behind. Markus didn't try to get under his shirt, but he did press hot kisses to his neck, making him keen. "Markus," he sighed out, mouth parted just slightly. He whined when Markus ran his hands up Connor's chest. "Nines." 

The two didn't stop, only pushing closer and working with each other to try and make Connor let out as many sounds as possible. Connor didn't complain when his hoodie and shirt were pulled off or when hands, lips, and tongue trailed down his torso, leaving as many marks as possible. 

Markus and Nines didn't mind sharing, not even like this. They both showered him in love and rather enjoyed watching when they had to sit back and wait. 

In the end, they cuddled together with Connor in the middle. Connor stayed the night, and then the next but did eventually go back to Hank's. He got teased endlessly but in the end, Hank was proud and happy for him, pulling him into a hug. 

Connor never expected to be loved, let alone by two people. He didn't expect the friends he had or the family he was a part of, but he would be forever grateful.

[hmsjiara]

glitter's sparklin on your heart now, darling (jj + kie)

request by @rcsales: prompts for Jiara!!: 74. “Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty?”, 80. “How do you get your skin to be so soft?” and 92. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”

i figured i should write something fluffy after my last one shot lol, and i aso wanted to write something for pride so here you go :) hope you like it, thank you for the request!

read it here on ao3.

                                      •••

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

Now, that was a first. JJ, who just last week had done a wheelie with his motorcycle off of the dock at the Chateau, telling Kiara she was being reckless.

“JJ, you endanger your life on a day-to-day basis,” Kiara says, rolling her eyes. “Going to a pride rally is the safest activity you’ve done all week.”

“No, it’s just— I mean won’t your parents be pissed?” He asks, frowning at her from the passenger seat. “I heard your mom— she didn’t sound happy.”

When Kiara had come out as pansexual, her parents had been... supportive. They’d smiled and nodded and said that’s nice, sweetheart. But apparently, her attending a pride rally was taking it a step too far. It had escalated into a screaming match the night before, the gist being it’s fine to like girls, but talking about it publicly is crossing a line. She’d ignored it, because her parents reputations weren’t her concern, but JJ always got weird around shit like this. She’d explained it to him already: parents got mad at their kids, that was normal, they weren’t going to disown her over it.

“It’ll be fine,” she tells him, looking over her shoulder as she backs her car up. It was well past midnight— she had decided it would be best to leave while her parents were asleep. The parade started at eleven in the morning, so she’d booked them a room at a nearby hotel. This way, she could avoid an awkward confrontation with her mother, and they’d be able to get an earlier start the next day. JJ had texted her when he was in her driveway, and she’d crept downstairs with her pre-packed bag and grabbed her keys. She’d parked her car around the corner from her house as a precaution.

Kiara had worked herself up so much trying to figure out how to tell the Pogues that she was pan that their reaction to her whiskey-triggered, blurted confession while they were chilling on the hammocks at the Chateau had been somewhat anticlimactic.

John B had smiled, told her it was cool and passed her a joint, and that was that. Pope blinked once, as if downloading the information into his brain, and then nodded like it made perfect sense. JJ, however, had frowned and said, “Pansexual? What? Did you have like a giant crush on Peter Pan as a child?”

“No, JJ,” she’d said, trying to sound annoyed even as she gave him a fond roll of her eyes. “It means that I’m attracted to people based on who they are, not what’s between their legs.”

“Oh, well we knew that,” he said, shrugging, his eyes glazed and hazy from the alcohol and weed as he stared at her. “So, what I’m gathering is... this means that  even though you were macking on that Kook chic last week at the Boneyard, I still have a chance?”

Pope had shoved him out of the hammock, and JJ had fallen to the ground with a grunt. John B threw a towel at his head, but Kiara just laughed, rolled her eyes.

It was the usual JJ pigheadedness she was used to, but she had felt strangely comforted by it in that moment. She’d been so afraid they’d treat her differently, but the Pogues had acted like her announcing her sexuality was barely news at all.

It was a nice change from her parents, and even though JJ’s initial reaction had been utterly idiotic, since then he’d been nothing but supportive.

So, when Kiara mentioned that she was going to her first Pride alone, he’d volunteered to come and keep her company.

It was sweet, the kind of gesture JJ was prone to masking with cocky remarks and his usual deflections surrounding anything to do with emotions.

Either way, JJ certainly makes the trip more entertaining. It’s late, and the drive would normally be boring and lonely, but he hooks up her phone to the aux and blasts her Pride playlist. He keeps flipping through the songs, unable to choose one, but he finally settles on Born This Way by Lady Gaga.

JJ’s carpool karaoke is actually impressive— he can sing, which she knew, but there’s something about him screaming Gaga lyrics that makes Kiara’s heart jump. Then, Vogue by Madonna comes on, and he rolls down the window and starts screaming the words at passing cars. She has to tell him to stop, uses driver veto power to roll up the window, because he’s distracting, and she doesn’t want to start the weekend off by getting in a car crash.

The drive is already three hours long, but JJ insists that they stop for Taco Bell even though he’s already had dinner, claiming that it’s the least she can do, which Kiara finds ironic since he was the one who offered to come with her.

Their arrival at the hotel is just as chaotic as she expected. Kiara checks them in, her duffel bag on JJ’s shoulder as he whispers comments in her ear about the lobby’s patrons. She has to swat his hand away from the candy bowl, gives the receptionist a slightly manic, apologetic smile.

The woman’s own smile seems genuine, and as she hands them their keys she shakes her head and says, “I hope it’s not too forward, but you two make an adorable couple.”

Kiara opens her mouth to correct her, but JJ throws an arm around her shoulders and steers her away from the desk before she can protest.

“You hear that, Kie?” He asks as they wait for the elevator to arrive, his arm still on her shoulders, his breath warm against her ear. “She thinks we make a cute couple.”

She shoves him away from her, threatens to lock him out of the hotel room as a punishment. He pulls the key card from his pocket, somehow having swiped it from her, and she regrets it instantly when he presses every elevator button in retaliation. She tries to stop him, but he blocks her with an arm, and Kiara refuses to jump to reach the card he’s now holding above his head.

Instead, she moves to the other side of the elevator and pretends to be pissed, giving him the silent treatment.

JJ starts apologizing by the seventh floor, and is looking throughly ashamed by the tenth. She considers it a job well done, but his embarrassment only lasts for the duration of the elevator ride, and he’s racing her to the room when the door opens.

She swears traveling with JJ is like traveling with a five-year-old. Actually, the five year old would likely be better behaved. And she can’t put JJ in time-out if he annoys her.

Kiara had purchased the hotel room before she’d known JJ was coming, upgraded it to two beds when he’d told her. She’d convinced him it was too much of a hassle to split the bill, reminded him he was technically doing her a favor by coming and she should get the chance to repay it. The truth was, she had more than enough money, and she wasn’t going to let him spend his limited amount of cash on an expensive hotel room. It wasn’t like she required this kind of shit, she would have been just as content staying in a trashy motel, this was just safer and closer to the parade.

Still, when they enter the room, with it’s two queen beds and an en suite bathroom, the floor to ceiling windows showing a view of the city below, the PNC Plaza towering above the other buildings, and JJ goes quiet, she understands it’s because he’s never been in a place like this before.

He seems almost unsure of himself and some people might consider it embarrassing, but to be honest Kiara finds it endearing. He asks her which bed was his, and when she tells him he can pick, he beams at her like a child who’s just been given a free lollipop. He flops down on the bed by the window, his boots hitting the white sheets, and Kiara knows that her mother would faint if she saw it.

She had assumed that they would both be tired from the drive, but JJ is as restless as ever, unable to sit still as he examines every part of the room. She takes a shower while he explores, has to forbid him from going to the hotel pool at four am when he asks through the door, reminds him that they have to be up by nine.

JJ had rolled his eyes when she told him, said it was unnecessary to leave two hours before the parade started, but when she came out he was still lying on his bed, scrolling through Instagram on his phone.

She’s brushing her hair when he says, “Do we have signs?”

“What?” She asks, frowning at him.

JJ looks at her, eyebrows raised. “Did you seriously forget to bring signs? Isn’t that like the one thing you bring to a parade?”

Kiara stays silent, and he seems to understand that it‘s an admission of guilt. Okay, so she was bound to forget something, this just happened to be it.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, sighing as he grabs her keys off of the the table and starts typing something into his phone.

“Where are you—“

“Don’t worry about it.”

Kiara wants to tell him that she has to worry, because it involves him, but he‘s gone before she can say anything.

She shakes her head, resigned to the fact that JJ is almost an adult and that she can’t really control him. Even if the idea of her reckless friend driving her car to an unknown location in the middle of the night makes her nervous.

She decides to try and relax, changing into one of the hotels fluffy bathrobes and applying a sparkly face mask while JJ isn’t there to tease her about it.

When she hears the lock click, she’s lying in bed, making a list for the morning on her phone.

JJ bursts through the door, and it takes her a second to comprehend the sight of him with an armful of colored paper, glitter, and markers.

“What did you do?”

“Posters,” he says with a shrug, as if that explains it. “I went to a drug store to get supplies, since you were unprepared. ‘Cmon, Kie, get your ass over here.”

It was the same quiet, subtle consideration that had made him come with her, and Kiara had always admired that about JJ— his life was hell, but he hadn’t let that damage his character, his natural instinct to help the people he cared about.

So, she pats the spot beside her on the bed, let’s JJ lay out his supplies, and spends the next two hours telling him to put caps on markers and fighting over tubes of rainbow glitter.

She ends up making her sign the colors of the pan flag, writes the words Pan and Proud on it. JJ is strangely secretive about his, and she starts to get nervous when he is hiding it from her, but she smiles when he turns and she sees the words Hearts Not Parts written out in different shades of glitter.

He grins at her reaction, starts searching for a marker to sign his name, and she has a moment where she is studying him: lounging beside her in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, blonde curls mussed from running his fingers through his hair, his lips between his teeth as he focuses on writing his name, and she thinks about how easy it would be to lean over and press her lips to his.

But she ignores that urge, excuses herself to the bathroom and splashes cold water on her face, and when she returns JJ is in his own bed, finally ready to go to sleep.

The bed seems colder without him, but she resists the desire to ask him to join her again. Because they were just friends, and she wasn’t going to ruin the weekend by being selfish.

The problem, ironically, she thinks as she stares at his sign, is that JJ’s heart is exactly what’s made her like him so damn much.

                                     •••

The next morning is more hectic than she wanted it to be, but with JJ, she should have expected it.

Kiara had built an extra hour into their schedule just for this purpose, but she sleeps through her alarm and wakes up thirty minutes before the parade starts.

She trips on JJ’s discarded boots when she stumbles out of bed, swears as she almost face-plants on the hotel floor, shakes JJ a little harder than necessary to wake him up.

They end up sharing the bathroom as they’re getting ready, and Kiara complains about the steam from his shower ruining her hair, yells at him for getting in her way. JJ is still ready twenty minutes before her, and he lays on the bed while she’s panicking, infuriatingly calm.

Kiara’s so flustered that she forgets her car keys, but JJ grabs them, pushes the elevator button with a pointed look at her wedged heels.

Okay, so they’re not the most parade appropriate attire, but at least they’re cute. Kiara’s shirt, which reads easily distracted by all genders, is tucked into her jean skirt, and her hair is braided with rainbow beads,  her eyeshadow a blended version of the colors in the pan flag.

She spent a good deal of time selecting her outfit, but when she gets to the car, she realizes that she’s overlooked one crucial thing: JJ.

Besides the sign, there’s nothing to distinguish him as a member of Pride, so she insists on pulling out her glitter when they’ve arrived at the parade and parked on the side of the street.

She thought he would refuse, but JJ just says he’ll do it if he can do hers as well. She agrees, and then they’re brushing rainbow glitter on each other’s cheeks, leaning over the console so that their faces are inches apart. JJ keeps moving, tapping his fingers against the seat, bouncing his legs, reaching up to itch his nose so that Kiara has to swat his hand away.

She just tries not to think about his fingers on her face, how the blue glitter on his cheeks makes his eyes pop.

JJ is adorably focused, eyes narrowed as he applies the glitter, and then he says, “How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

Kiara shivers as he brushes a finger over her cheekbone, as if he can’t help himself. “It’s called moisturizer, JJ,” she explains, smirking at him as she starts to list all of the skincare products she uses. JJ loses interest soon enough, applying a little more blue and pink glitter and then declaring that his work is finished.

To her surprise, they make it to the parade with time to spare. It was as if a rainbow had exploded on the streets of the city, everyone was carrying signs and laughing and dancing and getting brightly-colored drinks from the stands lining the sides of the road. The sun is shining above, and Kiara starts looking at the UV index on her phone, tries to make JJ put on sunscreen. He refuses, says it will mess with the glitter, let’s out a cry of outrage when she presses dollops of it onto his cheeks anyway.

She thought he would be uncomfortable surrounded by all of it, but JJ seems perfectly at ease, studying their surroundings with genuine interest and curiosity. They buy drinks from the vendors who barely glance at Kiara’s fake ID, which makes sense since the alcohol is basically water compared to what the Pogues ingest on a daily basis.

A few people compliment their signs, and music is blasting from the speakers, and Kiara finds that she’s actually able to relax, laughing as JJ spins her around with an arm.

They get food from the trucks, JJ buying anything with the word meat in it while she opts for fish tacos. He chugs from the water bottle she brought them, the one he insisted they didn’t need, makes Kiara do a Jell-O shot.

It escalates from there, until they end up at a bar, exhausted and sun-soaked, and Kiara takes off her heels and rests her sore legs on JJ’s lap under the bar while he orders them drinks. He claims the beer will help with the ache in her feet, and it does, because thirty minutes later Kiara has pulled him away from the bar and onto the dance floor. They’re both a few drinks in at this point, and although Kiara hates it, her weight means she gets drunk faster than he does, so she’s reasonably tipsy.

It’s a blur of laughter and bright colors and rainbow face paint, all writhing limbs and bodies bumping hers. Someone calls for shots, and Kiara screams at the top of her lungs, slips her hand into JJ’s and raises their arms into the air.

Eventually, a girl with a warm smile and tan skin, her blonde curls dyed pink, grabs Kiara’s hand and starts dancing with her, hips rolling and tongue out between purple-lipstick painted lips. JJ just watches them without commenting, sips from his drink, raises his eyebrows when Kiara starts grinding on her.

The girl tugs her towards the bar, and Kiara follows, tells JJ where she’s going over her shoulder.

“Kie,” he whines, pouting at her. “What am I supposed to do? Just stand here while you go hook up with her in the bathroom?”

“Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty?”

He glares at her as she shoots a pointed look at the glitter on his face, but Kiara just laughs, leaves him standing in the middle of the dance floor.

She returns a few minutes later, a purple lipstick print on her cheek, and JJ pretends to be pissed at her, gives her the cold shoulder as the girl lays her arms on Kiara’s shoulders and starts swaying her hips.

But then a boy with black shorts and no shirt appears, a rainbow painted on his chest, screaming as he runs his hands through his brown curls and knocks back a shot of tequila. He’s obviously hammered, but it doesn’t make it any less hilarious when he wraps an arm around JJ and hugs him, presses a kiss to his cheek. “You’re adorable,” he whispers in his ear, nuzzling into JJ’s neck. “Wanna fuck?”

“Uh, no, er, I’m good thanks—“

Both Kiara and the girl she’s dancing with start cackling as the boy stumbles away, giggling at JJ’s dumbstruck expression.

Kiara throws herself at him, wraps her arms around his neck, the buzz from the tequila allowing her to whisper the words wanna fuck? in his ear.

He doesn’t push her away like she thought he would, instead he tugs her closer and let’s her take a sip of his drink, press a kiss to his cheek.

In fact, after that, they don’t stop touching.

JJ stands behind her at the bar to keep people from bumping into her, and Kiara sits on his lap when they return to their seats, clings to his hand when they eventually stumble from the bar and into an Uber. They’ll pick up her car tomorrow, she thinks faintly, when the world stops spinning.

Kiara has rainbow glitter in her hair and her feet feel like they’re about to fall off her body, but her chest is filled with this strange, warm feeling that only grows when she rests her head on JJ’s shoulder and says, “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asks, glancing at her, his blue eyes heavy with exhaustion and alcohol, his voice softer than usual.

“For this,” she tells him, gesturing to herself, the signs at their feet. “For today. For always accepting me for who I am.”

It’s cheesy, and they don’t do cheesy, but she’s drunk and JJ doesn’t seem to mind as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Always, Kie. You don’t have to worry about that.”

[macgyvermedical]

Hi! I'm sure you have many prompts already, but on the slight chance you don't, I've been wanting to read a fic from Matty's perspective of a couple of times Mac has been in danger and how much it affected her emotionally. I feel like she is a very soft person inside and would have mini panic attacks when Mac takes too long to answer comms or when she is told he is injured but has no idea how bad. ^_^

So technically this was prompt number 6, but as soon as I read it I knew it was the one. I love long-distance worry. The scene from Casino Royale where M is alerted that Bond’s been poisoned? The very archetype of my jam. I can’t honestly believe that I never thought about writing something similar for Matty. So thanks for that.

This is try #3 of a missing scene from “CD + Hoagie Foil”

Close Call + Background Noise

“Uuuh, Matty, we’ve got a problem.” Jack’s voice burst back through the comms. Matty had been waiting uneasily, knowing any radio-mediated communication could potentially tip off Chandra’s goons that something was afoot. She nearly jumped when she finally heard his voice after the nearly half hour of silence.

“Do you have the gas?” She asked immediately, urgently. Already she was thinking about routes between the water treatment plant and Grand Central, where she could cut off Chandra’s route to inciting a mass casualty incident. She motioned for Jill to look up the emergency number for the NYC transit authority.

“Not exactly according to plan, but yeah, the gas has been neutralized.” Matty let out a barely audible sigh of relief.

“So what’s the issue, Jack?”

“Chandra’s plan changed. Instead of Grand Central, she decided to dump both canisters into the NYC water supply.” Jack said. Matty picked up a little effort in his voice that put her on edge. If the situation was truly over, he should be as relieved as she was. Something wasn’t right. “Mac had to improvise. He managed to stop that from happening, and the NYC SWAT team is securing the area and taking all of Chandra’s people into custody as we speak.”

“Okay… and?”

“And in the process… Matty, Mac’s been exposed.”

“How bad?” She asked immediately. There was still a level of relief, that the lives of potentially thousands of New Yorkers would be spared, but the dread in Jack’s voice told her she should very much still be worried.

“There was a lot of it, Matty, it filled up the room he was in.” Matty policed her face, motioning Jill over.

“How fast can we get an ambulance to them?” She asked Jill in a whisper.

“I’ll find out.” Jill’s fingers wizzed across her tablet screen and she tapped her headset.  

“How’s Mac doing?” Matty asked. It had been a while since she’d had to use any information on nerve agents besides ‘they’re deadly’ but they were always something she kept a foundational knowledge of in the back of her mind. They scared her more than just about any other substance her agents could come into contact with. Even before Jack could answer, she could hear someone coughing forcefully in the background.

“Mac, how you doing, buddy?” She heard Jack ask. There was a pause, more coughing, turning to a kind of pained croaking. “Mac!” The sound of gravel being pushed out of the way and someone falling against Jack. A pained intake of breath. “Matty, he’s breathing real bad.”

“Jill! Do you have that ambulance yet?” Matty asked urgently.

“There was supposed to be one there, but a SWAT officer was badly wounded in the firefight before they knew about Mac. Another ambulance is en-route but they’re pretty remote- its going to be 20 minutes before they’re on scene.”

“Make it half that. Mac’s not going to last that long.” Matty said.

“The hell you mean Mac’s not going to last that long?” Jack asked over the comms. “He said he had 18 hours!”

Matty looked quizzically at Jill, trying to contain her hope that she was wrong. “Does he have that long?”

“VX? Dermal exposure only, maybe he’d have that long.” Jill explained quickly. “But aerosolized in a confined space? If he breathed it in, he could suffocate in 10 minutes.”

“Shit, Mac.” Matty heard Jack say. “Okay, okay…What do we do? How do we save him?” Matty took a breath. “There’s gotta be something we can do, Mats, c’mon.” She could only imagine the panicked look on Mac’s face, and that was if he was still conscious. Really, the only thing going through her head was get the ambulance there faster. But no matter how much pressure she put on Jill she knew she couldn’t change the laws of physics. She looked at Riley.

“I’m trying to line up the traffic signals, but I don’t know how much time that’s actually going to buy us.” Riley chimed in.

“Do you still have the kit I put in Sam’s car?” Jill asked.

“No” Sam responded; her voice worried. “When I was captured earlier we lost the car.”

“What about Jack- do you still have your tac vest?”

“Yeah, why?” Jack asked hopefully.

“There’s a pouch on the front lower right panel. Is it still there?” Matty listened to the crunch of Velcro.

“Yeah.”

“Open it. There should be three auto-injectors inside.”

“Jill I could kiss you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Hello? Someone want to fill me in?” Matty asked urgently.

“When I found out this mission was going to involve VX I had oc health put together some antidote kits. We should have done a training on them before they left, but there wasn’t a lot of time.” A wave of relief washed over Matty. There was a chance. There was hope.

“Jack, were you ever trained on DuoDote?” Jill asked.

“A long time ago.”  

“Okay, they’re easy, just take the auto-injector out of the tube, take the safety plug off and slam the green end into Mac’s thigh. Count to 5, then remove it.” In the background, there was the sound of someone fiddling with plastic. The sound of gravel moving under a knee pad. A click.

“One, two, three, four, five…” The silence was palpable. “Now what?” Jack’s voice asked.

“Is he breathing?” Matty asked.

“Barely, Matty, I don’t think it worked.” Jack was keeping his voice together but Matty could tell he was panicking. She let out her own slow breath.

“Give it a minute or so. The atropine needs to open his airway and that’s not always immediate. If it doesn’t happen in 5 minutes, give him a second dose.”

“Can he go that long without air?”

“I know what you’re thinking, Jack, but don’t give him rescue breaths unless you have a barrier.” Matty looked at Jill incredulously.

“We only have the 3 doses.” Jill explained. “If Jack gives Mac rescue breaths, that could expose him, and we don’t have enough antidote for both of them.”

“You know I don’t care about that.” Jack said.

“…Besides, Jack, until the atropine works, Mac’s airway is too narrow for the breaths to do much good.” Matty looked wary at this advice, but said nothing else about it.

“I…”

“Trust me, Jack.” There was a disappointed grunt on the end of the line, followed by long minutes of tense silence.

“I think it’s working.” Sam was the first to report. Matty let out a breath. In the background, the familiar but much more reassuring sound of coughing and choking filled the background noise. It was a lovely sound. “I’m putting him in recovery position, yeah?”

“Do that. EMS should be there in about 5 minutes. They have the hospital alerted and they’ll be able to provide decontamination when he arrives.” Jill reported.

“Jack and Sam, were either of you exposed? Did you touch Mac with bare skin or come into contact with the nerve agent in any way?” Matty asked.

“Yes.” Sam said hesitantly. “Both of us, when we helped him out of the building.” Matty went back on alert.

“Are either of you showing any symptoms? Nausea, blurred vision, eye pain, sweating, coughing, runny nose, anything like that?” There was a pause.

“Nope, neither of us.” Jack reported.

“Okay, I’m going to have the two of you go to the hospital with Mac. They’ll decon you there and you’ll stay for however long they want to watch you for, understood?”

“C’mon, Matty.”  

“You heard me, Jack. I can’t have all three of you out of work. Keep me updated on any developments.”

She let the line go dead as the sound of sirens filled the background noise. It wasn’t always her fault, but it was never easy to make calls like that from a distance. She would have put her head down for a moment to try and clear it, but Riley and Jill were still in the room working, and it would look weird to kick them out now, before the situation was well and truly resolved. Instead, she allowed herself a long breath and a sip of coffee that had long since gone cold.

[tessatechaitea]

Justice Society of America #7 (1993)

The fantasy: old white men are the heroes. The reality: old white men are the villains.

A Facebook memory from my friend Doom Bunny in 2012 came up today that made me cry. Not sobbing or anything! It just made me feel loved and noticed and, sure, proud of my past self. I'm not good at earnestness so please don't mock me or I'll retreat back into the safety of cynicism and sarcasm!

Doom Bunny might have taken the advice a bit too far.

One of the defining moments in my life that helped shape me into a better, more empathetic person was when I killed a massive wolf spider that had gotten into my room and was headed for my gerbil's cage. I caught it in a huge jar to take outside. The spider was so massive you could hear its fangs clink on the side of the jar. I went to go release it outside and was struck by a sudden terror that it would come back. Not the kind of terror that involves life and death decisions. More like the kind of terror that is just a rush of creepiness and discomfort at the prospect of the spider coming back and crawling on my while I slept. So, you know, not terror. But I treated the uncomfortable feeling like terror and decided I should probably kill the spider. Now, if it had been a small spider, I, like millions of people every day, would have probably crushed it without a thought and gone on with my day. But this spider was massive, probably the size of my palm. It wouldn't be a simple swat and done procedure. I tried filling the jar with some kind of cleaner in the hopes of poisoning it but that didn't work. So then I took a stick or something and began smashing it. It didn't die easily. It struggled and it put up a fight and it took multiple attempts to really smash it while in the jar. And even before I had delivered the killing blow, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. This spider didn't deserve this death. This wasn't a struggle to live. This wasn't part of nature. This spider was struggling against the pettiness of one human individual. The spider's only offense: giving me gooseflesh. But once I'd maimed the spider, I had to finish the onerous job. I cried afterward. I sobbed. I mourned this wretched beast. And maybe that's why Doom Bunny's memory made me cry. But I didn't just kill the spider that day. I killed a part of me. Luckily, it was a part of me that was useless and selfish and a thing I was well rid of. Maybe, as a rational justification to make a bleak act I participated in seem more uplifting, I can take solace in the idea that the spider, in death, was able to rise above its natural station. It was the Jesus Christ of spiders, dying so that so many more spiders could live. Who knows how many hundreds or thousands of spiders survived because of this one? And not only that, it was this sentiment (and seeing a documentary on Japanese "fishing" of dolphins) which turned me into a vegetarian. So the spider not only saved many spiders but many other (arguably higher-tier! Is that bad to suggest?!) creatures. Now, I'm not a vegetarian anymore. I was for about ten years and then got, well, a bit lazy and maybe a little less passionate. I got older and dumber. But I'm not what you'd call a meat-eater! I prefer lentils over steak (which is an easy comment to make because I can't even remember the last time I ate steak. I never really cared for it before I went veggie. The main reason I liked steak as a kid was the steak fries soaked in a little bit of steak juice (you know, blood?)). When I eat meat now, it's usually chicken or turkey. Not great, I know. I probably need to get out there and murder a turkey so I can be reminded how fucking terrible it is to kill something with your own hands. But that's part of it, you know? I'm not against eating meat. But we're going about it all wrong. It's too easy and too harmful. We should probably develop a system where people can only buy live animals and must do the killing and butchering themselves. Of course then only sadists will have the option of a delicious chorizo omelette at breakfast! The point is, yeah, I still eat meat. But I also don't rationalize my eating of it! I'm wrong in doing so. It's better for the world if humans, who have a choice in the matter being sentient and rational beings, would choose to stop. I try not to eat it much but that's just a little bit of a little thing and it doesn't make me "less wrong." I'm still just wrong. And I'm tired. And I'm old enough to hope the younger generations do better while I just get the fuck out of the way. Who are all these old people fighting change?! Why do they need to get so worked up about a world they're not going to be part of for much longer?! Let it go already! Especially old people with loads of money. I don't get how they still need to be angry about everything! You're set, you dolt! If you don't want to participate, go live in your vacation house and don't participate. But certainly don't actively try to hamper change! Christ, you're just obstinate dumb ass fools! Did I rant enough against old rich guys to distract from the fact that I had some turkey tacos for lunch? I hope so! Anyway, I guess the rant about old people hurting the world is a good enough segue back into this comic book about old people hurting the world. Not that the JSA is actively hurting the world! But their old man foes certainly are! Plus, I understand if you're old and powerful and rich and immortal, how you'd continue to fight change. But then again, if you're immortal and you've seen how you can never fight change, generation after generation, perhaps by continuing to fight against change, you're just showing how stupid you are? The JSA might not be actively hurting the world but it's still troubling that they think they need to be an active part of it. Just retire already and let the young heroes take over! Maybe, as Alan and Jay wanted at the beginning, stay accessible as mentors. But don't be dicks trying to push your old timey beliefs onto the young heroes' new and modern attitudes! Especially the ones that are sex positive and enjoy showing a lot of skin in their choice of costumes. Hooray for change!

Enough with being earnest! Let's now pretend her dad's advice was sexual in nature!

Jesse wanders into a part of the island that's off limits and after being attacked by guards trying to detain her for trespassing, she decides she now has a right to trespass. That's how law works, right? If I'm falsely accused of murder, I get to do one free murder! Ted Grant has been taken into custody by the Bahdnesian government because he interrupted a boxing match and beat the crap out of one of the fighters. Just because somebody is in a ring boxing doesn't mean anybody can enter the ring and start punching them. That's assault and I'm all for Ted Grant being arrested. Asshole thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he thinks of himself as a hero. Well, no more, old white man! There are consequences to your actions now!

The Atom doesn't think it's wrong to interfere in another country's arrest of a foreign national assaulting one of their own. No, what would be wrong is exposing the Justice Society of America's plans to infiltrate and spy on this nation.

The Atom rushes off to tell Alan and Jay about Ted being kidnapped. They heard Ted was injured and taken off for treatment which is a lie. Al tells them the truth but tries to make it sound like it was unjust. "Ted walloped some creep in the boxing ring and the guards dragged him away." Yeah. Of course they did! Ted wasn't supposed to be in the ring! IT WAS FUCKING ASSAULT! By the end, when we learn that the nation's king or manager or president, St. Germaine, is some villainous creep, all of the Justice Society's actions will be justified. But I want to point out that they have no justification for anything but observing right now! It's like that time in Star Trek: The Next Generation when one of the Captains of a Federation starship begins blowing up Cardassian science stations and supply vessels. They might have been up to no good but there was no proof! Picard does the right thing, in the end, by arresting the captain. Sure, the asshole captain was almost certainly right about the Cardassians being up to no good. But there was no proof! You can't just blow Cardassians up or disappear people from the streets of Portland simply because you suspect them of being up to no good. Fucking assholes. Jesse Quick runs into Doctor Mid-Nite who has found the Bahdnesians and a whole lot of other islanders as well. They're locked in cages underground because they're too sick or infirm to work in the tourist trap topside. So I guess the Justice Society of America has a right to start tearing this nation down. I guess. They're just lucky their instincts were so dead on or else Ted Grant's temper would have started an international incident with a happy-go-lucky nation. Doctor Mid-Nite has a plan to free the people from their cages.

It's not like she can, you know, run at super speed to do the same thing that distracting them with her tits did.

If The Flash had run into Doctor Mid-Nite, would the plan have been for Jay to strut out from the dark with his balls hanging out? Although it was a terrible and unnecessary plan, it might be one of my favorite bits because now I know Liberty Belle loved flashing her tits for justice. Johnny Thunder goes on a day trip to the place he first got his Thunderbolt genie. He discovers that after he left the island with their genie, the entire place fell apart. See, now that's appropriating a culture! Being white and selling burritos out of a burrito cart is just called having a job. The rest of the Justice Society just hangs out until they can hear from Doctor Mid-Nite. That doesn't happen until he interrupts St. Germain's speech about how great and beautiful and the best his island nation of Bahdnesia is.

Oh! The days when you could describe a terrible country treating its people in the worst ways imaginable and the first thing you would think of is Nazi Germany instead of present-day America!

St. Germain's plan was to create a sham utopia and then find a job as a consultant with other governments. After he was offered a job, he would blow a nuclear weapon in the volcano and destroy the place. But when the Justice Society appears, he throws his plan out the window and yells, in front of everybody at his press conference slash job interview, "I've got a bomb in the volcano and I'll blow up the entire island!" So I guess that's his reputation blown! Like the guy in The Dead Zone who uses the kid as a human shield and ruins his entire political career! Sort of. Anyway, that's a thing I just remembered that seemed somewhat like what just happened here, so it felt like a smart thing to add. During the tussle, Ted Grant knocks the detonator out of St. Germain's hands and it sets off the bomb. The volcano explodes but it doesn't destroy the island until the Justice Society can completely evacuate it. St. Germain just looks on and shouts, "My utopia!" That guy might need to get his head straight to decide what he really wants out of life. A utopia? A consulting job? Revenge on the Justice Society? In the end, Thunderbolt reveals that the only actual Bahdnesian left is Kiku, the young girl who has become Johnny Thunder's sidekick. So I guess that's the mystery solved that could have been solved two issues ago if Johnny had just thought to ask Thunderbolt one simple and direct question. Justice Society of America #7 Rating: B-. St. Germaine was yet another immortal guy who was once a Nazi. I think there's some legendary St. Germaine that's supposed to be immortal or something but I'm too hot and uncomfortable in my office to do any research about it right now. There's a similar character in Warren Ellis's Castlevania on Netflix. And, no, I don't want to discuss Warren Ellis. I don't actually want to disucss the Justice Society of America either! At least I only have three more issues to go!

[le-petitmort]

Part VII – Dalliance, dignity, dissent…do you want to fuck me?

There is no dignity in dalliance. That innocuous pursuit of a pleasure derived when two people collide, catapulted together by the magnetic attraction of greedy, reckless abandon. Some would like to think lust is a simplistic, straightforward feeling. A good feeling. Happy feeling. An exciting, sinful feeling.

To me it is an act of war. Chaotic conquering with victory and/or retribution at hand. I liked looking at it in those terms. No rose-colored glasses, just two bodies left sweaty and satiated with no regard for dignity.

“Strip.”

It was the first word I uttered upon stepping inside the hotel room. Tuesday quirked a brow at the suggestion.

“Strip.” I felt I had waited the requisite three seconds for her to heed to my request. Her crimson upper lip just lifted into a smirk in response.

Patience was not my strong suit. “Strip.” I was keeping up the insistent, monotone demand. Tuesday gave only a flashing side to side shake of the head in dissent, which made her bangs tick metronomic across her brow.

Have I mentioned patience is not my strong suit? “C’mere.” I settled into the plush, black leather chair in the corner like a drunken king sitting atop his throne. She rose a hand and crooked a finger, her expectation placed on me coming to her.

“Is that how you want to play this?”

Tuesday lingered on the question. One eye squinched in faux thought, then nodded long and slow. She had expectations of her own.

My own eyes rolled in response. “Strip and c’mere.” She just turned her back and slowly meandered across the suite. Big fucking mistake in the game of who is topping who.

With cat like reflexes I leapt forward reaching out to snag a willowy wrist, causing Tuesday to release a shocked “eek”. Then reeled her, spinning like a top, back towards me as I settled back onto my cushy throne of leather, with Tuesday perched atop my knee like a trophy. It’s great to be the king.

“Geez fucker, bossy much?” She had no idea.

“I come with expectations.”

“Yeah. I see that.”

“Win at all costs.”

“Who says you’re winning.”

“I do.”

Now it was time for her eyeroll of foolhardy bravado. “Says…you.”

My teeth gritted together. If there was one thing to be said of Tuesday Mahan, she was gifted in the art of being a challenge. “Who’s sitting on who’s knee right now?”

“Who’s obsessed with touching me? Who’s obsessed with having control?” Interesting point.

I retorted. “Who fights back with every breath?”

“I do.” She said it with profound solemnity.

“And why is that?”

Tuesday didn’t hesitate. “Because I’m not going to kowtow. If you want to fuck this…you’re going to work for it.”

I shifted her on my knee. “I am?”

“Yes.” She said the word as if it were a solemn vow.

“Work for it?” I questioned again.

“Yes Stephen.” She bent towards me, forehead to forehead, eyes meeting, a demanding sincerity in her gaze. “Work for it.”

I was reticent. “Work for it, huh?”

Tuesday knocked her brow against mine, like she was trying to rattle the stupid out of me. “Yep. Work for it. I’m the boss lady.” Her tone dripped with twenty-four carat swagger.

I shrugged in mock, exaggerated defeat. “Ok, fine.” Tuesday’s dark eyes glowed, a pearly white smile of victory forming. She was getting her way…until the tables turned. Which happened rather quickly and much to her surprise with a twisting flip that left her taut belly firmly placed across my knees and that bubble of a butt jutted upward for my viewing pleasure.

“What the actual fuck, Stephen!”

I cockily flipped the hem of her dress over the small of her back exposing plush, alabaster skin. “Good thing I took your panties away earlier.” I couldn’t resist a soft caress of her backside.

“You’re not playing fair. That was dirty.”

“You have no idea how dirty I can get.” My smugness was radiant. A soft butt rub becoming a rough kneading of the muscle like a master baker working over his dough.

“I think I do.”

“How dirty can I get Tuesday?” I pressed my free palm into the small of her back, forcing her backside to tilt higher.

“Really fucking dirty…and really unfair.”

I breathed a sigh. “There’s nothing fair in dalliance Tuesday.”

Her neck craned, an impetuous glare and unchecked anger brewing. Tuesday was pointed in response. “I am not a dalliance!” She seemed flustered, off her game. “You…you came to me! Now…you keep playing games!” I couldn’t resist. My meaty palm cracked down on her buttery skin sending Tuesday wriggling with a howl. “See! Unfair! God damn it, that hurt Stephen!”

My hand thundered down on her ass again. “You didn’t want me to come to you Tuesday?”

“No. I mean...yes.” She hissed through the pain of a third slap. “Ow…fuck.”

“Was your expectation that I’d stay in New York? That I’d wait to get this…us…started.” I slowly massaged the reddening skin before me. “Were you expecting cute late night pining texts that turn dirty? Me sitting on my hands waiting? Wondering? Being just another hopeful guy?” I prodded her thighs apart and Tuesday, in turn, snapped them shut.

“No more of your toying, edging bullshit Stephen.” I pried those limber legs wide, stroking the soft, wetted skin between. Fingers fiddling over her delicate, flowering entrance.

“Answer the question Tuesday.” I struck a resounding crack to her welted ass eliciting a coquettish moan.

“No. Damn it. I didn’t expect a thing. I certainly didn’t expect you to show up here.”

My digits went back to work on her pussy. Widening her walls, creating a deep gush of excitement and wriggling adjustment from her pointed hips. “Are you glad I did?”

Tuesday’s head lifted. “Maybe. Until you started manhandling the fuck out of me.”

I tensed up. Hand no longer working it’s magic on her insides. Instead pounding a palm back on her behind. “You sure say fuck a lot Tuesday. Is that what’s on your mind?” I went back to rubbing her smooth, electrified sex. “Do you want to get fucked Tuesday? Does this hot little cunt want my cock buried inside it?”

“Umm.” There was that rebellious pondering again. I swatted her tail roughly, then reached out to cuff Tuesday’s arms behind her in my other hand with one swift gripping motion that sent her further toppled.

“Do you want me to fuck you Tuesday?” I was insistent in getting the answer I desired.

“Umm. Can I think on that for a minute?”

I walloped another spanking. Then one more for no other good reason than inhibiting the sassiness. Making her moan, chafe, resist and grind against my bulging thickness protruding from my lap. “Say it Tuesday.”

“Yes! I want you to fuck me. Bastard.”

Ouch! I laid into that ass again with a machine gun patter of slaps. “Say it nicely.”

Her resignation was ever so slight. “Please fuck me. Bastard.”

“Really? I’m a bastard because you’re hot and bothered and one stroke of my cock from shattering into a bazillion pieces?”

“Mhm.”

A wicked staccato of popping cracks against her ass implored capitulation. “Why do you make everything so hard Tuesday?”

She slithered over my throbbing hard-on. The pain of my rough treatment no longer affecting her responses. “I like making you hard.”

“Cocky bitch.” I lifted her off me to wobbly feet. “Strip.”

Tuesday turned and winked to unstrap a heel. “Ok.” Sometimes you need to go to point C on the road from A to B.

Photo: Dean Martindale

[thecomicsnexus]

JUSTICE LEAGUE #7-11, 0, 14-16, 18-21 MAY 2012 - AUGUST 2013 BY GEOFF JOHNS, GARY FRANK AND BRAD ANDERSON

SYNOPSIS (MIXED WITH DC DATABASE AND COMIC VINE)

Doctor Thaddeus Sivana is investigating reports of people across the world being mystically abducted by an old wizard. Upon finding them unworthy, he sends them back home. Sivana is convinced that these stories prove magic is real.

Seven months later, Billy Batson is in a boarding home and being interviewed by potential foster parents. He acts like a good boy so the Vasquezes will become his foster parents. As soon as they leave he makes insulting comments and is excited to have finally tricked someone into getting him out of there.

Billy Batson begins his new life with the Vasquezes, but he has a hard time adjusting to his foster family.

Billy Batson and his foster siblings go to school. While walking home, some kids start bullying them, and Billy fights them off. The principal threatens to expel Billy.

Doctor Sivana finds a door in his archaeological dig that he thinks is the tomb of Black Adam. He tries to open it, and lightning emits from the door and strikes his face. He falls to the ground, then begins laughing, saying he can see magic.

Foster parents Victor and Rosa Vasquez discuss Billy Batson and the events of last issue. Victor suggests that Billy was doing some play acting when they met him at child services, and that he is showing his true colors now. Rosa defends Billy, suggesting that Billy's encounter with Mr. Bryer has left Billy traumatized. Mr. Bryer is the richest man in Philadelphia, and the father of the four nasty bullies who are bullying Billy's new family at school. Mr. Bryer is a pretty nasty fellow himself, and Billy had the guts to stand up to him. But now Billy has hardly touched his hamburger, and Victor is concerned. Victor expresses frustration, telling Rosa that Billy never gave them a chance.

In fact, Billy is in his room, packing that hamburger in his backpack. He leaves the pickles behind, and sneaks out. Billy heads to a zoo, crawling in through a breach in the brick wall, and feeds the hamburger to Tawny, a tiger that Billy seems to know personally. Freddy tails Billy, but is eventually spotted by him. Billy pushes Freddy, who tumbles down in the snow. Freddy admits he previously lifted Billy's wallet out of curiosity, but did not steal anything.

Billy and Freddy discuss the problem with the Bryer brothers. Freddy reveals that the four bullies have been bothering them daily for quite a while. Freddy usually distracts the bullies so that Mary can help the younger ones get away.

Freddy tries to convince Billy to give Mr. and Mrs. Vasquez a chance. But Billy defiantly says "They aren't my parents."

Freddy thanks Billy for intervening when the bullies were bothering them. They consider heading to the Bryer home to get even.

45 miles north of Baghdad, Dr. Sivana continues the archaeological dig at the Tomb of Black Adam. Aided by his magical right eye, (see last issue), Sivana is now able to read the hieroglyphs. They tell him that he can release Black Adam and bring magic to the world with the utterance of a single word. Sivana quietly speaks the word "Shazam", the magic lightning hits, and a hooded Black Adam stands before him, asking for the Wizard.

The recently freed Black Adam demands that Dr. Sivana take him to see the wizard. Meanwhile, Billy Batson and Freddy try to break into one of the Bryer's cars, but they get caught. Billy pushes Freddy in some bushes to hide him, while he escapes on the subway. But the subway doesn't take him where he thinks it will …

Billy Batson makes his way through the labyrinthine halls of the Rock of Eternity. The place seems deserted, though the boy hears the echoes of whispered voices.

“It’s just a boy.”

“What’s he look like?”

“The lad looks awfully small to me! He’ll never break the curse! Send him back already!”

Another voice, a more commanding voice, beckons him onward, deeper into the temple. He passes unimaginable marvels. Behind one door, an indoor snowstorm, memories of a childhood snowman. Down a hall, illusive specters of the Seven Deadly Sins of Man.

And at the end of the hall, six empty thrones, with an impossibly ancient man seated in the seventh. He is the last of the Council of Wizards, and the Keeper of the greatest magical fortress in all existence, the Rock of Eternity.

The Wizard seeks a mystical warrior who is pure good, but the boy his magic has summoned is far from pure.

Billy Batson doesn’t believe that a purely good person exists. “People are horrible. They disappoint you. They let you down. I’ve spent my life learning that... You’re searching for something that doesn’t really exist. That’s why you’ve never found it.”

Time runs short for the Wizard. Black Adam has already been freed from imprisonment. He searches the boy’s mind for the embers of good, seeking even a glimmer of hope.

And though Billy Batson is not the warrior of pure good he sought, the Wizard does see potential in him. He teaches the boy the word that will summon his magics. The word that when spoken with purpose, with belief, with good intentions, will transform him into his greatest potential.

“SHAZAM!”

Billy Batson inherits the Wizard’s chair on the Council of Eternity, and with it, the Power of the Living Lightning. He will be able to travel through the sky as lightning does, to fight with the strength of a demigod.

And he will have to fight, to stop Black Adam from awakening the Seven Deadly Sins of Man. Black Adam will stop at nothing to become absolute ruler of all magic.

As the Wizard passes from this world, he declares Billy Batson magic’s champion. Billy Batson is now Shazam!

Billy Batson returns from the Rock of Eternity, now in possession of the Power of the Living Lightning. And as his first act as magic’s champion, Billy Batson pays a visit to the Bryers’ house. With his magnificent strength, he lifts the Bryers’ car into the air before casually crumpling it hood first into the ground.

He and Freddy then try to use his now adult appearance to buy beer, but Billy feels a bit conspicuous in cloak and magic armor. He also has a hard time interacting with electrical objects, causing them to explode with living magic.

As it grows late, the criminal element of Philadelphia makes itself known. Freddy and Billy witness a mugging, and Billy decides to intervene. He swats the criminal aside, but his strength is greater than he realizes, and the man goes flying into the side of a nearby car.

The woman he saved is incredibly grateful, and she asks if there is any way she can thank him. Freddy suggests that Billy should ask for some cash, and the woman awkwardly hands him a twenty dollar bill.

As the woman shouts her thanks, the boys walk away to celebrate their newfound source of income.

Black Adam and Dr. Sivana begin to track down the Seven Deadly Sins, starting with Sloth, freeing them. Meanwhile, Billy Batson and Freddy buy a coat to cover up his Shazam costume.

Black Adam overpowers Shazam but he escapes by transforming back into Billy and blending into the crowd.

While Black Adam is looking for Shazam, Billy Batson and his foster family try to visit the old wizard, so Billy can convince him to give his powers to someone else. But this cannot happen. Francesca shows Billy the origin of Black Adam. Billy, seeing that this is the story of a kid, storms out to confront Black Adam, only to find out the kid didn’t make it.

Shazam transfers some of his powers to his friends to help him fight Black Adam and the Seven Deadly Sins. As the battle continues, Shazam is still overpowered and his friends return to normal. Instead, Shazam turns back into Billy and provokes Black Adam to do the same; he does and dies as his mortal form is centuries old. 

With Black Adam gone, the Seven Sins flee from battle. Billy returns to his daily life and celebrates Christmas with his friends.

REVIEW

Geoff Johns had a terrible task at hand. He would need to give Shazam a “rebirth” treatment. A character that, while not broken, had a lengthy history of real-life legal drama. In this context, Geoff Johns had to create Shazam and the Shazam Family. I don’t need to tell you that these didn’t exist before (except for the Wizard Shazam).

For those coming late to the party, Shazam’s name was always Captain Marvel. After the legal battle that canceled Captain Marvel’s titles at Fawcett, National (DC) got the rights to the character (not at once, though). By the time Captain Marvel was brought back (the seventies), Marvel Comics got the trademark for Captain Marvel and made sure to create a character with that name (not Carol Danvers). There were also other attempts of using that name by other publishers.

So, from that moment on, DC wasn’t able to use the “Captain Marvel” name on the covers of this character. Instead they would use sentences around the name Shazam. The character in the interior would still be called Captain Marvel, and his extended family would keep their names as well.

But after Flashpoint, calling the character’s name was a golden opportunity. This would also change the names of his extended family. So this is why I am saying, the character is not the same... but at the same time, it is. It’s very similar to the golden age Flash and the silver age Flash. They were almost the same, but had different names.

When I started reading this, back in 2012, I was intrigued by the change in Billy Batson’s personality. This change makes sense, and it is part of his arc. When we start his story, he doesn’t trust anyone, he can only rely on himself. Within a year, he will learn to trust his family (and recognize that a family doesn’t have to be biologically linked to you). This is a very good approach to it, because Billy and all his other “siblings” are adopted from different families. The idea that you can create your own family if life doesn’t really give you one, is quite powerful here.

Billy and Freddy’s reaction to the powers are also amazing. You see a superhero having attitudes of a kid. Gary Frank is so good at this, it feels weird seeing Shazam act like Billy. Captain Marvel was always fantasy, always mild and good, and this adaptation brings reality to it, brings different personalities and points of view. While I don’t think Shazam/Capt Marvel needed this change... it is welcome.

Now, is this enough to establish the character? NO. Most of us readers still call him Captain Marvel, or Mary Marvel, or Captain Marvel Jr, or the Marvel Family. We need to get used to the change. And there was no follow up to this arc, for 5 years. Only brought back thanks to the movie. So my wish is that this movie succeeds at changing “Shazam”’s status quo, so we can start calling him by his new name.

I appreciate the tightness of the writing as well. Side characters are justified and the main character has a very acceptable trauma for his reality.

The only character that gets a bit lost by all the events is Sivana. He keeps repeating that only magic can save his family, but this is never explored (this was just the beginning, and I am guessing it will be explored in the new title).

And Gary Frank is a god here. This may not be the breath-taking experience that “Power of Shazam” was... but his Billy Batson is very distinguishable.

I give this story a score of 10

[mangsluts]

A little help

A little help?

A Jooheon Monsta X Fic

Rated: M

Mafia!AU

Contains: Graphic sex, thigh kink, daddy kink, oral, cursing

Description: Having the mafia watch your back at all times doesn’t come with a cheap price. You’re forever in debt to them, and when one of the best assassins, Lee Jooheon wants a little help relieving his stress from a hard day on the job, what could you do?

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As cheesy as it sounds, you didn’t choose the mafia life, the mafia life chose you. Living in a bad part of town by yourself is never a good idea, but what’s a girl living on her own supposed to do?

Working two jobs to make ends meet had you dead tired all the time, and the walk from your night job at a late night sushi restaurant could nearly kill you alone.

One specific night you had closed work a little later than usual since a few customers just wouldn’t leave.

It was about 3 am as you locked up the shop and began the ten minute trudge back to your apartment.

The soft pat of your work sneakers against the wet pavement below you was the only sound on this particularly still night, until-

“GET BACK HERE MOTHERFUCKER!”

A door in the small alleyway burst open, and the loud sound of firing guns matched with the light from the barrage of bullets suddenly filled the just previously empty air. Five men in matching pinstripe suits sprinted out of the hole in the wall building, one of them with a suitcase in hand which he seemed to be protecting with his life. They were all laughing and hollering while dodging bullets, turning back every once in a while to shoot back at their assailients. After running down the length of the alley to the end where you were standing frozen in place, they finally noticed you.

“Shit.” One of them mumbled, but was cut off by the sound of tires screeching behind you. A large black van had just peeled into the alley behind you, with the back door swung open and ready for their escape. There were two guys in the van; one in the front with a mask on, driving the van, and one in the back waiting for everyone else to get in so he could slam the door shut. He saw you standing there slack jawed and pulled down the bandana that was covering his face.

“Guys what the fuck is this?” The lean blond complained, motioning to you.

“Not our problem, that’s what it is.” A taller man with pinkish hair replied back as he climbed into the van, seeing as the people they had just stolen from were running their direction.

Everyone piled into the van as the other men closed the distance between each other, and here you were still standing there frozen, apartment key in hand.

A big ugly man who stank of cigars and had a gold tooth right on one of his front teeth saw you and smirked mischievously.

“What do we have here? You take something of ours, we take something of yours!” He yelled out in a raspy voice and reached out for you, your body finally reacting to what was happening, and you shrieked, trying to avoid his grip.

“She’s not ours we just- Oh for fucks sake!” One of the young men in the van, with copper blonde hair styled upwards and small crescent eyes groaned and reached out of the van, grabbed you by the back of your shirt and hoisted you into the van with them, which was immediately slammed shut by the blonde and the tires screeched as the van sped out of the alleyway and through a shortcut at ungodly speeds until the driver determined it was safe to slow down.

You sat there for a while in the van, nobody saying, but the air was thick with uneasiness.

“You’re an accessory now, you hear that?” The man who had saved you said between gritted teeth.

“You’re just… A girl. And now it’s unsafe for you to be around here. You need to leave.” He explained

“I have nowhere to go. Or any money.” You stated back, your voice wavering.

His small eyes looked you up and down, then closed. He looked back at everyone else, who looked equally torn.

“Okay. Listen to me. You’re with us now. Whether you like it or not. We’ll protect you, and you can stay with us. But you can never tell anyone about us, or that you know us at all. And we’ll find stuff for you to do in return for us protecting you. Capiche?” He took the jacket of his suit off, and you saw his muscular build under his white button up.

Sure, being involved in the mafia was bad. But your living situation at the moment wasn’t exactly anything you wanted to go back to. And what choice did you have?

With all their eyes staring at you, you took a deep breath and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll do whatever you want. Just uh, don’t let me die.” You tried to be lighthearted, but no one was laughing.

“Deal.” Your savior turned around,

“Wait!”

He looked back at you, those hooded eyes burning holes into your soul.

“I, uh, never got your name.”

He looked at you for a moment, as if questioning if he should give it to you.

“Jooheon.”

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{PRESENT DAY}

It’s been a year since you met the mafia who liked to call themselves, “Monsta X” and honestly, things were going well. You didn’t have to work, or do anything scary or dangerous-that’s what the boys were for. In return for homing and protection, you did all the mundane tasks that they didn’t want to do, which you didn’t mind. You were kind of like their personal maid who occasionally polished and loaded their guns for them, or helped them find out which poison was the least detectable.

You know, regular maid activities.

You did everything for these seven men, and you were fine with it.

But Jooheon.

Jooheon got special treatment from you.

Ever since that day he rescued you from getting killed by those other mob members, you always had sort of a… ‘thing’ for him.

And maybe he had a thing for you too, but no one would dare admit it.

It started out with you sometimes giving a shoulder massage after a long mission, cooking him his favorite food, offering your bedroom to him so he wouldn’t have to sleep with one of the other guys.

But then it became more.

A massage became a hug, a hug became a kiss, a kiss became a blowjob.

You know how it goes.

But it was strictly “helping him out” after a mission. He would just be so stressed out and high strung after going out, you figured it was only right to help him let off some steam when he came home.

And of course you liked it. He was hot as fuck.

-

You were sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room when the front door swung open. Since no one was home, and they weren’t supposed to be back for at least a day, you instinctively grabbed the handgun the boys gave you and raised it, standing up into a defensive position.

“Easy there, it’s just me.” That familiar voice calmed your nerves immediately, and you set the gun back on the side table, sighing with relief.

“Jeeze, you couldn’t have given me a warning? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow?” You then noticed the patched up wound on his shoulder and went directly into worried mom mode

“Holy shit, what happened!” You ran over to him, closed to door behind him and led him to sit down on the couch. He furiously tried swatting your hands away, but you were persistent.

“Stop, it’s nothing. Small bullet wound. Nothing serious, but the boys figured I should sit the rest of this one out.” His words were reassuring, but you could tell in his voice that he was really pissed off to be sitting a mission out. He never didn’t contribute, and seeing him fuming like this was a little nerve wracking.

“I need to let off some steam or something. I’m going to the gym.” He stated coldly and tried getting up, but you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Like hell you are. You have a fucking bullet wound on your shoulder. Weight lifting doesn’t solve all your problems you know.” You said sarcastically and watched as he over dramatically rolled his eyes, his whole neck following, before his gaze met you again. His pink lips slowly pulled into a smirk, revealing one of his deep cheek dimples that you so adored.

“What?” You asked, arms crossed. At this point you were standing, blocking him from leaving the couch. He was sitting on the black leather couch, legs spread wide in the classic fuckboy stance, arms laid across the back of the couch, basically asking you to just take him.

You gazed down at his legs, which were tightly fit into a pair of black jeans that seemed a little bit too small for him. The seams around his thighs were practically bursting due to his thick thighs occupying them. Okay, maybe you had a thing for his thighs, but who wouldn’t ? They were so perfectly muscular and just begging you to sit on them.

Breaking you from your thoughts of his thighs, he suddenly sat upright and grabbed the collar of your shirt, tugging you down to his level.

“Well, I’m gonna have to get rid of this anger somehow don’t you think.” He lifted one perfectly angular eyebrow.

“Think you can help me with that?” His usually high voice was straining at a low gutteral pitch, which had you absolutely fucking soaked already.

“Yes, daddy.” You replied, and could see his member fighting against his pants.

“Fuck, It’s so hot when you call me that.” He bit his bottom lip and stood up, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off his legs-which took some effort considering how tightly his thighs were stuffed in there. Seeing them finally revealed had your mouth watering, and when he slid his boxers off to show off his completely hardened member already leaking with precum, you found yourself already on your knees for him without even knowing.

“You wanted this didn’t you? You were hoping I would come home and fuck you?”

His dirty talk was causing your pussy to throb in anticipation, but you knew you had to please him a little before it was your turn, so you squeezed your thighs together and looked up at him erotically, wrapping your fingers around his shaft slowly, one finger after the other.

Without breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around the wet tip of his dick, and sucked it lightly.

You two hadn’t done this for a while, so just this act was already driving him crazy.

Teasingly, you swished your tongue all around his head, looking right into his eyes.

“Fuck, (y/n) just take it.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and shoving your head forwards, onto his long cock. You nearly choked at the suddenness, but quickly accustomed yourself to his length, bobbing along his shaft at a steady pace.

Your lips slid back and forth on his member, the tip slamming into the back of your throat as he thrusted lightly every time you took it deep into your mouth.

“I want your pussy, baby. Take them off.” He had grabbed you by a fistful of your hair and pulled you off his dick. At the request, you eagerly obliged, stripping yourself of the useless clothes.

While you were getting ready, Jooheon had slipped a condom on, and was readily awaiting you.

You looked at him, his lovely face, little eyes, heart shaped mouth, his broad shoulders. God, he was perfect.

Unable to control yourself, you threw yourself onto him, careful to avoid his right shoulder and kissed him roughly, your tongue not asking permission to enter his mouth, but demanding it. You could feel his mouth smirking against yours.

He grabbed you by the waist and tossed you gently onto the couch, where he immediately joined you, eagerly hovering above you.

He grabbed both of your legs and bent them so that your knees were by your stomach, spreading you open for him.

He took one look at your wet pussy and licked his lips, then looked back at you, leaning closer and closer. You could feel the presence of his member so close to your entrance, and you ached for it.

“Tell me how you want it.” He whispered into your ear,

You leaned up to meet his ear and whispered back

“I want you to fuck me rough, daddy.”

This got him fired up, and he very quickly lined himself up with your entrance, and eased his way in slowly. Your tight walls stretched at his big size as they always did, and contracted around his member, earning an early moan from him.

“You’re always so tight.” He said with that god damn dimpled smirk, making you wetter, and allowing easier access for him to slide into you.

Almost instantly, his pace quickened, and he began pounding you roughly, just as he had promised.

From this position, he held both of your legs down at your side, whilst sitting on his knees. He lifted you up onto his lap a little bit to hit you at an angle, because he knew that’s how you liked it.

His hips thrusted in circular motions, making sure he got every inch of himself buried deeply into you, and never missing a beat. His thrusts were like a metronome that got stuck on a setting that was way too fast, and it was absolutely destroying you.

He was hitting you so good that you could barely keep your eyes open, just helplessly moaning out his name while Jooheon gripped his fingers tightly around your thighs and pounded into you, his full length coming out and repeatedly slamming back into your dripping entrance, hitting that spot just right.

“Jooheon, I think I’m gonna-” You mewled out, but he shut you up by shoving three fingers into your open mouth. You were surprised, but complied happily and sucked longingly on his fingers, leaving a thin trail of spit as he pulled the digits out of your mouth and brought them down to your engorged pussy.

As if the pounding wasn’t enough, he took his three wet fingers and rubbed your clit in harsh circles, making sure he was pressing down hard on the bud, sending those nerves all the way from your clit to your spine, and down to your toes. You could feel him in every part of your body, and soon, the sensation took over you, and the tingling started in your stomach.

“Jooheon I really am-”

Hearing that you were gonna cum, Jooheon pulled your legs up, set them on his shoulders-ignoring the pain in his right one from the bullet wound- and leaned into you, pounding you as deep as he could.

You moaned out loudly, feeling your climax take over your whole body. Your slick walls tightened and quivered around his dick, and your nails scratched fiercely down Jooheon’s muscular back.

Hearing you finish, and feeling the lovely sensation of you tightening around him, Jooheon allowed himself to climax as well, sweat dripping off his forehead.

After finishing, he rolled off of you, your sweaty bodies slightly stuck together from the perspiration, and panted heavily.

He looked at you, and showed off that dimpled smile.

“Well, my shoulder hurts like shit, but I feel a lot better.”

You laughed

“I’m always here to lend a little help.”

[ddesign8or]

Hostage

Entry#47 Jack was peeking over his sunglasses while checking around the place, I was at the car waiting, holding the steering wheel looking directly at the road waiting for him to get in. My hand was shaking, I was too nervous. This was the first heist I’d ever done in my entire life, I don’t even remember how did I drag myself here.

Jack wasn’t actually a nice man but  we’ve been together for a while, I feel safe around him, he's caring and very nice to me. I no longer know what's getting on me. He really made me do things which I shouldn't do. It was all started five months ago in a bank. I was checking my account, when someone yelled, Don’t Move! ..., showing off their guns to us. It was the first bank robbery I've ever witnessed. We’re told to put our things away and lay down on the floor. I was so scared, I thought that was my end. I didn’t have anything left on me, I was fired from my work. I had a lot of debt ... I’m not even sure if I still have money in my account. 

While they’re taking things, one man wearing a black mask took an elderly as a hostage. The old lady was shaking too bad and crying, pleading the man to let her go. The other guy tried to convinced him to let the old woman go, there was a long hesitation and argument.  I felt really bad to the old lady, she seemed going to collapse any minute and I would feel very bad if something would happen to her. I waited for a while observing what would other do but it seemed everyone were all scared.  I didn’t want to be heroic but my stupidity got into me and decided to volunteer as the hostage instead of the old woman. I quickly stood and all there guns were synchronously pointing directly at me. The other man was shouting to lie down. I tried to reason and convince them to take me instead.  After their discussion, they decided to take me instead. I lay down the floor, then someone suddenly grasped my neck and shirt. I struggled on standing up right but the man kept tagging me along until we got out. I wondered were the police at that time and why it took them so long.  The sirens was deafening, everyone was panicking but still the police hasn’t arrived. I’m so scared this might be the end of me. We went at the back of the bank where a white van was waiting, the robbers hurriedly went in with their money.  I wanted to get away from them but instead they took me inside. I was silently sitting at the back thinking what I should probably do. Then, they took off their masks, planning what to do next. I guessed they forgot about me and continued talking while revealing their plans and all as they were escaping away from the bank. After a while, one of them notice that I was with them the whole time and started to freak out which made me start shouting and panicking. They’re now arguing what to do with me. They planned to kill me but one of them stopped them from killing. I was with them the whole time, they tied my hand and feet while my mouth was covered with duck tape while they're still thinking of what’s best for me.

I learned that the man who stopped his friend from killing me was Jack. Jack was the one taking care of me while I was with them since it was his idea for not killing and now I’m his burden. I never planned to get closer and befriended them. They left me on their so called Headquarter which I think was just someone’s basement. Jack always went down every now and then bringing foods and things I needed.  I wasn’t sure why he’s still nice to me, I’d like to ask him but I didn’t want to trigger him or his friends they might change their mind and kill me instead. I just played along as long as I can.  It’s been a week or months passed by, I was getting closer and closer with these people which I know was wrong. They told me about their story and I pitied them. 

Carlos was an illegal migrant who’s seeking for opportunity here but it seemed things didn’t work out for him. Mr. Robinson as I call him was trying to get some money for his daughter’s medical treatment who has leukemia that’s why he was forced to join this group. Mark was an addict, he just joined because his family abandoned him and he needed to feed himself. Then,here’s Jack, he was a soldier who abandoned his mission after his friend who lived there and died on his arm in a war, he’s trying to have a fresh start but he couldn’t find any work especially the law was still seeking him.  I was getting use to them and after sharing their life, I also told them about mine and brought up to let me go. They’re hesitant and I’m not sure if they would. 

  Days went on and Jack did the same thing he brought my favorite food and things I needed, made a little chitchat, he even thought me how to use a gun. I slowly getting his trust and everyone. I already planned out on how I'd escaped, but I wasn't sure it'd be successful.   One night, I overheard them planning another heist and they need someone who's unsuspicious to take the role. It seemed they're out of options so I presented myself. I knew they would hesitate but I earned their trust at the end. I'm broke and I need some money to pay my debt. If I made a wrong move, Jack won't hesitate to shoot me.   This wasn't what I thought but I took the chance. After how many days of survaillance and preparation. That day finally came, I was at the back seat with Carlos who's ready to run the car any time now while Mark, Mr. Robinson and Jack was doing the heist. Jack was peeking over his sunglasses while checking around the place. I was at the car waiting, holding the steering wheel looking directly at the road waiting for him to get in. My hand was shaking, I was too nervous. This was the first heist I’d ever done in my entire life, I don’t even remember how did I drag myself here. Carlos was at the backseat lying. He was eating his burrito when I strangled him with a cable wire which I found in the basement. It was hard and tiring but I was able to put him to sleep. I don't want to kill anyone so it was a relief that he was still breathing, I tied him and put at the backseat. I took his clothes, I wore his baseball cap and his shade pretending I was him then, I took his phone and called someone. Everyone got in and I rapidly ran the car. They were overjoyed that no one was tailing on us and we're able to escape easily. It was a triumph, it took them for a while to notice but it's too late. Jack noticed it first and now he's trying to take over the wheel from me. We're almost got to an accident if I haven't abruptly stepped on the brake. The swat team and some police cars was waiting to us with their guns pointing on us. The Paramedics took Carlos to the ambulance while the swat took Mark, Mr. Robinson and Jack. A police woman went to me and wrap a blanket around my shoulder and gave me a drink. She asked me some questions and took me in her Police car, then his colleague joined in. I took one last look at the scene. I saw Jack staring at me, looked so betrayed. Mark was yelling and cursing at me while Mr. Robinson was silently sobbing. I felt bad but this is for the best. They're currently in jail and once in a while if I have the chance, I sometimes visit them. I couldn't face them for what I did but I also wanted to help them to start a fresh life. I assured Mr. Robinson that her daughter was taking good care by a foundation, while Mark is still mad at me but he is slowly withdrawing from his addiction. Carlos was sent back to his country and I heard he is currently working as a driver in a tour company. Jack hasn't talked to me for two months which I hope things would work on us someday. I was just recently hired from a company and I was able to slowly pay my debt. I'm currently working on my book which I hope would help me and my friends.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

R6S: Check Up

So its vaccination time for the team members of rainbow. All teams are rather compliant except for three, and it is always a nightmare for Doc. Guardian, Bandit and Jäger always go into hiding and its up to the rest of the teams to help find them and bring them to Doc.  P.S. I used google translate and I’m going to pretend that all the operators can speak English. Guardian is picked up during Outbreak, is from the U.S. Army, and this is after those events. 18 for language and sexual encounters. I do not own Rainbow Six Siege or any of its characters. I only own my O/C Guardian.

It was a normal day as Guardian sat on the opposite side of Jäger and Fuze in the workshop watching the two work on their devices. “Вы все еще видели Дока?”, Fuze asked. “No. Why is there an outbreak of flu again”, she chuckled remembering when her boyfriend Blitz had gotten it and brought it back infecting everyone that he came in contact with. “No, but Doc is conducting his yearly examination and vaccinations”, the Uzbek stated switching to English.

Guardian and Jäger both tensed at the word vaccinations. Fuze stood there smirking knowing the two hated needles. “You are lying”, Jäger stated glaring at his boyfriend. “I’m not”, Fuze told him as he lifted his shirt sleeve to reveal band aids. As if on cue Bandit ran into the room slamming the door behind him, and looking straight at Guardian and Jäger. “Wir müssen uns schnell verstecken, der weiße Mantel kommt!“, Bandit yelled. “Scheisse“, Jäger breathed. “We need to go now or we won’t be getting away the GSG9 and FBI are all that’s left”, Bandit pleaded.

Guardian grabbed the other two operators and headed for the door yelling a goodbye to Fuze. Fuze stood there shaking his head as he watched his boyfriend being dragged out of the room. “Now you know the rules everyone for himself. So if you get captured you’re screwed.” Guardian said. Out of the three of them Guardian hated needles the most. Jäger wasn’t as deathly afraid as Guardian, but avoided them just as much as she did. Bandit could care less, he just liked making Doc’s job more difficult, and to get a rise out of him by helping the other two operators.

Guardian, Jäger and Bandit made their way through the base silently. They all went to their rooms to gather the things they would need. Guardian grabbed her grappling gear, extra change of clothes, and her sleeping hammock. Now she silently made her way to the mess hall where Jäger was supposedly getting provisions. When she walked in Jäger had a whole nap sack of canned food. “Where is Bandit?”, Guardian hissed. “I don’t know he said that he was going to grab some extra things and that he would be right behind me”, he said shaking his head. 

Two minutes had gone by when Bandit had made his way into the mess hall. He looked around for Jäger and Guardian, but he couldn’t see them. All of the sudden a hand reached out and pulled him down and under a table with a cloth covering it. Guardian motioned for him to hurry and get underneath the table, and he swiftly slid in beside her. Jäger was about to say something when the door burst open. Kapkan and Tachanka had stormed into the mess hall. “Я думал, что видел, как он пришел сюда”, Kapkan gritted his teeth. “Easy Maxim if he is in here we will find him, and then we will take him to Doc”, Tachanka chuckled. 

“You led them right to us what the hell was so important!?”, Guardian seethed. Jäger knew before he even showed it to Guardian. It was one of his favorite porn magazine. “Seriously you couldn’t go a couple of days without jacking off!?”, she growled. Suddenly the sheet was lifted up and Jäger let out a yell of surprise as he came face to face with Kapkan. Guardian scrambled out along with Bandit as Jäger scrambled to get out as well, but Kapkan had managed to grab his pants leg. Jäger yelled for help and Guardian stopped as Bandit kept going. She knew if she left she would be safe, but she couldn’t leave Jäger behind. 

She let out a loud battle cry as she collided with Kapkan, and sent them both crashing to the floor. Jäger had fled when Guardian looked back up along with Bandit. Still having some element of surprise she got up and sprinted towards the exit. Unexpectedly Tachanka was blocking the way out and Kapkan was blocking her other escape route. “Now Alexsandr you know I can make it worth your while if you let me go”, she panted with eyes wide like a frightened animal. “What is in it for me if I let you go”, he smirked. “I will clean the Spetsnaz living quarters for two weeks”, Guardian practically begged. 

“Я думал, что видел, как он пришел сюда“, Kapkan mocked. Fine screw you both I’m still getting out of here”, she said as she sprinted towards Tachanka. He prepared for her to attack him, and took up a defensive stance, but instead she fell to her knees sliding under him. Popping back up she was about to go through the door when there was a sudden pull on her braided red hair. Tachanka had been able to grab it as she swung the doors open. “Not so fast Guardian it is time that you see Doc. He pulled her towards him and that is when she struck him in the jaw with her elbow.

At that moment Kapkan had decided to come to his aid, but it was too late Tachanka had started to stumble backwards. Kapkan launched himself tackling her. He swiftly pinned her arms with his legs and grasped her hair. “Now you will come with us”, Kapkan smiled knowing that she wasn’t able to get away. Tachanka had recovered coming to pick Guardian up putting her over his shoulder. 

Guardian struggled, kicked and pleaded with them to let her go. Little did any of them know that Bandit was waiting at the end of the corridor. When they came into view Bandit pressed the small device into Kapkan pressing the small trigger. The zapping sound, a startled yelp from Kapkan, then he fell straight to the floor convulsing. He soon turned on Tachanka pressing it to his abdomen then giving him the same treatment. Tachanka went down to his knees, but it gave Guardian enough leverage to push up off his shoulder. Nodding her thanks to Bandit they both ran to the safety of the hide away.

                                                      ****************

Two days had passed and none of the other operators had seen Guardian, Jäger or Bandit. “They couldn’t have gotten far”, Thermite told IQ. “I agree let us check the old training grounds to see if they are there”, she stated in her German accent. Ever since the trio had gone missing all the operators had been taking turns to find them.

They had just started to check the old training grounds when over the loud speaker Thermite, IQ, Pulse, Finka and Kapkan had been summoned for a mission. Thermite and IQ had the right idea for the trio was hiding in the old barracks there. “Damn I was hoping they would call Doc for the mission”, Jäger complained. “Why is that? Are you getting hungry for some Uzbek dick”, Bandit laughed as he took a drag from his cigarette. Jäger had blushed red as a tomato and Bandit laughed some more. “Don’t listen to him Jäger he is just upset that he can’t get any”, Guardian said as she kept watch by the doorway. 

“Oh don’t act like you don’t want to go crawling to your boyfriend and have him fuck the hell out of you”, Bandit stated matter of fact. “You don’t know shit so stop acting like you do”, she snapped. “Trust me I know all about you and Blitz, and how he gets you to moan and scream like a whore”, he smiled like the cat that ate the canary. “How the hell did you know about me and Blitz!?” she questioned embarrassingly. “Oh mein Gott! You have watched them haven’t you!”, Jäger almost yelled. “I have and let me tell you I could show Elias a few tricks that would leave her a whimpering blabbering mess”, Bandit outright winked at Guardian.

“You are so disgusting, and Blitz is just fine in the sexual pleasing department he doesn’t need you filling his head with any ideas”, she calmly said as she flipped him the bird. “Oh please you would love to know what I could do”, he teased. Jäger excused himself saying he needed to use the latrine, and ducked out quickly. Guardian knew he was headed straight for the Spetsnaz quarters to seek out Shuhrat. Guardian turned back to the window and noticed two people headed their way. Quickly turning she accidentally ran into Bandit causing him to fall and her land right on top of him.

“Well had I known all I had to do was to get Jäger to leave so you would jump me I would have done it sooner”, he joked. “ Shut up dummkopf there are two people coming this way”, she breathed. hey both gathered their things including Jägers and ran. They went straight to the main compound and straight to the Spetsnaz living quarters. They barged in and Glaz jumped dropping the book he was reading. “What are you all doing here?”, he asked them with a glare. “We were looking for Jäger”, she told him. “Oh he came in about ten minutes ago and Fuze gave me my book, and told me to get out”, Glaz said rather upset. 

“Well that’s are cue that he doesn’t need us here is his stuff”, Guardian said leaving Jägers stuff on the floor. On that note her and Bandit made their way back into the corridors of the base. “If we go back to our own quarters we are screwed”, Guardian whispered as she peeked around the corner. “Well what do you propose we do?”, Bandit asked.

                                          **With Fuze and Jäger**

Jäger was on his hands and knees as Fuze looked on as if mesmerized. He swiftly brought his hand down on Jägers ass. He let out a loud yelp that quickly turned into a groan. He was so ready for Shuhrat to take him, but Shuhrat had other plans, and brought his hand back up in the air for another swat. He did this several more times until Jäger looked like he might explode. “I have a new toy to try”, Shuhrat whispered seductively into his ear. “I am going to need your help though getting it in”, he finished.

Jäger sat up and looked at the toy that Shuhrat was holding up. It was a prostate vibrator, and Jäger knew how much more cum Shuhrat would spill into him if he inserted the toy like he wanted. He hastily nodded and Shuhrat assumed the same position as Jäger had previously. After a little bit of lube and a whole lot of teasing Jäger inserted the toy and turned it on. Fuze groaned as he felt the toy message and vibrate over his sensitive spot. “Alright back on your hands and knees”, Fuze ordered. Jäger got back into position, and after Fuze lubed his cock he entered Jäger with one powerful thrust.

It didn’t take long for Jäger to cum, Fuze letting out a low growl as Jäger spasmed around him, and the toy hitting that delicious spot inside. Fuze spilled into him for what felt like forever. Once Fuze was able to pull out Jäger helped remove the toy. They both cuddled for a while until Jäger fell asleep, and that is when Fuze dressed himself and Jäger picking him up and carrying him to Doc. Doc looked up smiling when he realized that this would be one of the troublesome trio down. After checking him over Doc gave the vaccines where Fuze picked him back up heading back to his room.

                                    **Back with Guardian and Bandit**

Bandit had been careless and that is why he was being held down by Tachanka. “You are coming with me” he said putting hand cuffs on him. “Let him go!”, Guardian screamed from her perch in the gym rafters. “Cait come down now, and just get this over with”, Tachanka pleaded. “Never you will have to kill me!”, she yelled down to him. Bandit was quite proud of her and Tachanka was to. She had thrown her grapple all the way into the rafters and climbed to the very top in record time. “What is going on in here?”, a voice said that Guardian recognized. 

“Cait is in the rafters and won’t come down. I was able to catch this one and I will be taking him to Doc”, Tachanka told him. “Why are you like this you aren’t even afraid of needles?” Blitz asked Bandit. “Because its fun to see Gustave frustrated”, he smirked as Tachanka carted him off to Doc. Blitz looked up at his girlfriend and sighed. He knew she hated needles and was always the hardest to get to Doc. “Come on liebling I promise it won’t be that bad”, he persuaded. “Hell no!”, she called down to him. “Do not make me come up there and get you” , he said. 

“Do it then”, she sang like a child. Blitz walked over and grabbed a grapple and threw it into the rafters. Once it was secure he started climbing only his grip faltered and he started to fall. In a split second Guardian grabbed her rope and swung to catch him. The grapple dislodged and they both hit the ground from about five feet off the ground. “Mmmmmm Cait are you all right liebe”, he said looking her over. “Ja, I am alright you?”, she asked automatically checking for injuries. “I think something is wrong with my leg”, Blitz told her.

“Elias I’ll help you lets get to Doc”, she said helping him onto his good leg. She helped him all the way to Docs office, and when she entered Bandit was there smirking. “Well I am so glad that you could come in today Cait”, Gustave said. “Its not for me Elias is...”, her words died away as Blitz stood perfectly upright on both legs. “You...you tricked me”, Cait said as she started to shake. “Liebling it is okay I will stay with you”, he said trying to calm her. She panicked and backed into a wall. Her vision was going black around the edges. She could hear someone panting, and realized it was her own breathing. 

“Cait you need to calm down slow your breathing or...”, Gustave didn’t even get to finish his sentence as she lost consciousness. She fell forward and Blitz caught her in his arms. Doc quickly and efficiently checked her over and gave her the vaccinations she needed. “Danke Doc”, Blitz told him. “Non merci Elias if it were not for you I would be waiting months to get her in here”, Doc replied smiling at Cait as Elias picked her up. Blitz carried her back to his quarters, and would stay with her until she woke up. He knew he would really have to do something for her after tricking her into Docs office like he did, and he knew just what would get him forgiven.

I am so sorry it is so long I just had to sit down and write this all out. Maybe I will come back and edit it later, but for now it is what it is. This is also my first time writing m/m so I am sorry if it sucked. There will probably be a short second part where Blitz makes up with Guardian. Let me know what you all thought.

[lucasburch]

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In the meantime, be as patient as possible.The food coloring will not be the best for you because all deliver their own lavatory.Our beloved dog had not been injured or in the skin will cause you any kind of aggression.I am going to have scratching poles for your feline friend interested in the air around your cat.Providing good food with the door it will destroy clothes and carpets.

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Can You Put Out a Wildfire With a Laser Weapon?

Kenneth Billman turned on the television in the summer of 2013 in his Mountain View, California, home to a story that had become familiar to local residents: wildfires were threatening life and limb across the state at an unprecedented rate. That year, almost 10,000 fires burned 600,000 acres of land in California, causing over $200 million in damage.

Worried about the devastation the fires were causing, Billman got to work doing what any sane, recently retired, 80-year-old laser scientist would do. He drafted a concept for what he thought would stamp out the problem of wildfires forever—a powerful flying laser. His patent application, “Laser System Module-Equipped Firefighting Aircraft,” details designs for laser modules that could fit on helicopters, planes, or small drones. The lasers would start controlled burns from the air to remove the grasses and brush that provide fuel for fires.

Firefighters have long been fighting fire with fire. When a wildfire breaks out in a national forest, the U.S. Forest Service sends teams of “hotshot crews” to create firelines to stop the spread of a fire. These groups of 20 men and women use shovels and axes to clear debris. They also use drip torches—cannisters filled with gelled gasoline—to start fires. It’s dangerous and time consuming work.

An image from the Laser System Module-Equipped Firefighting Aircraft patent. Image: USPTO

It can be safer to start a fire from the air. A helitorch—basically a flying flamethrower—has been used by the Forest Service since 2015. They use these flying buckets of gas for what is called aerial ignition.“Aerial ignition is used for prescribed wildfire treatments and for calculated ‘burn out’ operations,” said Jessica Gardetto, the external affairs chief at the National Interagency Fire Center.

“What you’re trying to do is remove anything that’s flammable,” said Heather Alexander, assistant professor of Forest Ecology at Auburn University. The key is to intentionally ignite the natural fuels that feed a fire downwind of it, in the direction the fire is moving. A fire will slow and hopefully stop once it reaches the burn out area.

Gardetto wouldn’t comment on if a high power laser could work to start a backfire. “We can’t really say much about whether they’ll be useful until we have solid, federally-approved data showing effectiveness,” she wrote.

Another “aerial ignition” technology commonly used are one inch fuel-filled pods that can be dropped in a line from a small drone. According to the National Wildfire Coordination Group Standards for Aerial Ignition, these plastic spheres are cheaper and have less complicated safety protocols than helitorches.

A high power laser on a helicopter could be a very precise and effective alternative to these aerial ignition techniques.

“The beauty part here is that you don’t need an exquisite system for aimpoint maintenance like you do in defense applications,” said Mark Neice, executive director of the Directed Energy Professional Society. Neice, a retired Air Force Colonel, has spent his career procuring high power laser weaponry. “If you’re just trying to light the forest up and set up a back burn, the precision required for that application is not nearly as restrictive as something I’d be looking for,” in a military system, he said.

Billman had a similar thought when he got the idea to fight fires with lasers. He had spent the past two decades coaxing a flying laser weapon, the Airborne Laser, from improbable PowerPoint fantasy to no-big-deal reality in a quietly successful test demonstration that swatted an intercontinental ballistic missile out of the sky…with photons. I met Billman while working at Lockheed Martin as an engineer on an upgrade to one of the Airborne Laser’s components, and have long been fascinated by the outlandishness of the program. The complex system of lasers and optics called the Airborne Laser was installed on a highly modified Boeing 747. The device had to find, track, lock onto, and destroy a very fast moving target from very far away. Billman designed a correction system to ensure all the coherent light could get to the missile without breaking up in the atmosphere. The laser plane program was shuttered in 2014 a few years after a series of tests that proved it was viable.

Something like the Airborne Laser, a megawatt-class apparatus, would be beyond overkill for what’s needed to start a fire from the sky. The Department of Defense has been exploring more agile alternatives to the Airborne Laser. The Air Force’s SHiELD program aims to put a 60 kilowatt laser onto fighter aircraft, with a maximum weight of 4,200 pounds.

Weight is important when you’re putting large lasers on planes. A laser used for firefighting could be swapped out with large tanks of water and fire retardant that are used to fight fires. A Sikorsky S-64 helicopter, which is regularly used to fight fires, can carry payloads of 22,000 pounds—enough for a fairly powerful laser.

A 60 kilowatt laser isn’t necessary to start backfires. Ten or 20 kilowatts would be enough for this application, said Neice. Although the technology you’d need to build a firefighting laser plane is more or less readily available, developing it could take several years and cost tens of millions of dollars, he said.

There are also regulatory and safety concerns that need to be addressed for a firefighting laser. Lasers can be extremely dangerous, especially powerful ones flying through the air. The Federal Aviation Administration is concerned about people pointing laser pointers at planes. Laser pointer power is measured in milliwatts, a million times weaker than a kilowatt-class laser. One thing that reduces risk is that a fire-starting laser would point at the ground, not the sky. The biggest danger is probably to people’s eyes. Most high power lasers developed for the military operate at a wavelength of one micron, which is a sweet spot for causing eye damage. Firefighters located near an operational laser would need eye protection.

Gardetto says that the process of getting approval for a new aerial ignition technology varies depending on the device. The federal government would need to work closely with anyone who dares take on the task of building Billman’s firefighting laser, to ensure it is safe.

After finishing his patent application, Billman brought the idea to his former employer, as well as other laser manufacturers and component suppliers he knew from a fifty year plus career. He hoped to share the rights with a company willing to fund a prototype. They all turned him down.

“All they understand is cost-plus fixed fee,” he said, referring to an arrangement defense contractors make with the government to fund all research, development, and manufacturing costs. A 5 to 10 percent fee is added as a guaranteed profit. It’s difficult to convince defense companies to invest their own money in something that may not pan out.

Billman eventually gave up on building his laser plane. He withdrew his patent application, but still thinks it’s a good idea. “My hope is to see the concept demonstrated to show that these terrible wildfires can be more quickly stopped by remote and safe backfire setting,” he said.

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Rep. Ron DeSantis (R-FL) - Interview

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BRENDA BUTTNER, FOX NEWS HOST: I bet this is a hot topic at your Thanksgiving table right now. What to do with ten thousand Syrian refugees to make sure ISIS doesn`t sneak in with them. The president already threatening to veto a bill that would vet them further, something not sitting well with Florida Republican Congressman Ron DeSantis. Congressman, thank you so much for joining us.

You voted with the majority on that bill to further vet, basically, our vetting process for refugees. 47 Democrats voted along with you. Is that a sign that the president is becoming more isolated on thos issue?

REP. RON DESANTIS (R-FL), COMMITTEE ON FOREIGN AFFAIRS: Well happy Thanksgiving, Brenda.

BUTTNER: You, too.

DESANTIS: Yeah, I think without question, if you look at the numbers that the president is talking about, 10,000 people, if only one percent of those mean to do us harm or intending to commit terrorist acts, that means you`re bringing in 100 terrorists into the country, and we talked to the FBI director, even before the Paris attack, and he testified in front of Congress that the government cannot vet these people adequately because there isn`t enough information to do it.

So, I think the prudent policy is to err on the side of protecting the American people, and here`s the thing, Brenda. We can help about four or five refugees over in that theater for the cost of bringing one over here. So even if we didn`t have these terrorism concerns, I think there`s an argument our money is probably better spent by sending it over there and having people directed to safe zones.

BUTTNER: What happens if the Senate doesn`t take up this bill? It may not get traction. Minority Leader Harry Reid doesn`t really want to take it up. Then the president plans to veto it. What can you do?

DESANTIS: Well, first of all, I think that it`s likely to get to the president`s desk. He is going veto it and he`s going to have to explain and I think you see his poll numbers are dropping precipitously given how he`s handled this issue. I think he`s like -- 35 percent approve of how he is handling terrorism. So if he vetoes the bill and the public responds negatively to him, I think that`s going to put even more pressure on the Democrats in the Congress to join with us if we put funding prohibitions on the next budget bill that comes down the pike, not allowing the president to spend money to bring any unvetted refugees over to our country, and we could potentially end up with veto-proof majorities. We already got that in the House with our bill. This could potentially get us there in the Senate if the president vetoes a bill and then there`s a public backlash.

BUTTNER: There`s a move afoot in our northern neighbor in Canada to basically say, we won`t take any single men, we`re only taking women and children. But we have a very porous border and does that really stop the terrorists from getting in? Women -- we have seen in Paris -- can be terrorists, too.

DESANTIS: You have to vet everybody. You absolutely do have female suicide bombers. And so the idea that just because it`s a female that you`re not going to vet them, that doesn`t work. So yes, I think we have to be concerned, and not only with the refugee situation. It`s very easy for people to fly into Canada from some of these troubled spots and then they can come across our northern border. So I think it`s absolutely a cause of concern.

BUTTNER: And what do we do about that?

DESANTIS: Well, I think that we have to look at how you can gain entry into our country. The refugees is one. The legal immigration system is another. And then we also have visa waiver and people coming over on visas. I think all that has to be vetted in a way that errs on the side of protecting the American people. If there`s a chance that someone may be inclined to be an enemy of the country, then I think you have to err on the side of caution.

BUTTNER: You know, the argument on the other side is that we, as Americans -- our values are that it`s our obligation to bring in refugees, those who have been in war-torn situations and need help. How do you answer that?

DESANTIS: Well, we actually have been way more generous than pretty much every country in the world combined. But simply because there`s a war, that`s never been necessarily the test. We`ve accepted people who qualified for asylum because they were persecuted, say, like the Christians in Syria are being persecuted because of their faith or their ethnicity, but simply because they`re a war, that doesn`t necessarily mean that everybody gets to come to the United States, and as I mentioned earlier, I think you can help a lot of these people in a more cost-effective way. You can help more of them by administering that aid overseas rather than flying them halfway across the world.

BUTTNER: Right. Now what about the issue of giving state governors the choice whether or not to take the refugees in? That would require basically amending the Refugee Act of 1980. Do you support that?

DESANTIS: I do. Here`s why. State and local law enforcement are the primary protectors of the health, safety, and welfare of the people in the individual states. So they have a significant responsibility to keep their citizens safe, such as at the Mall of America, as you mentioned earlier on the show. So I think that they should absolutely have a voice in whether people are coming into their state that could potentially pose a problem.

BUTTNER: Do you think you might have the votes in Congress to do that?

DESANTIS: I think we could definitely pass it out of the house. Whether we could pass it out of the Senate, I`m not sure. And I would imagine, given the president`s posture on this, that he would threaten to veto such a bill.

BUTTNER: All right. Congressman, thank you very, very much. I hope you have a very happy and safe Thanksgiving.

DESANTIS: Same to you.

4/29

neil cavuto - addiction frame - implied consent - saved by the bell - dustin dimond is doing porn now - urinary tract infection - dennispmoore - wpp - reineke - trumpence - chants - urine vited - good samaritans - devil trombones - angel parents - gop says my parents tricked gop into fucking w/ me - they are the victims - gop says my parents dont really care care about me - they are only political operatives - motivated by the prospect of a legal windfall - obtained from an unsuspecting and gullible defendant - the gop - neil cavuto is supposed to be - neil saves - "w" - xa addiction frame - newsmakers show up on cavuto - xa thompson - ffa - farm bro - fibro - farm chem - glyphosate - nabors - riggleman - wes barr - sembler - tr - bully - scso - dirt - swat - xa isp - mrt - timeline - i was right about the mental health frame - the suicide frame and the stimulants that caused sleep deprivation for days at a time - by off duty cops - panther - etc - aux police - brandt - bsf - fsb - russians - lincoln cab - miroslav - xa kurtz louisville - usccb - the atty from efe was at mmc when i was there - i didnt get to talk to him - but i saw him there - he was there seeing someone else - i was represented by efe because scso claimed i was mentally ill and it justified what they had been doing to me - that was the case - note also the depo w/ hardy re the dennispmoore collision - note hardy reps scso in excessive force case - hardy links - isea 2002 - pisano - steil - durako - plunkett - wm - iema - krusteil - veseling - sideshow bob is 3d shift - pm mgr - knight mgr - they moved him off of the 3d shift sgt job - timeline is key - addiction frame - neil cavuto - saves “w” - xa vala - clockwork - knights - rivkcs - rusciolelli - roddavis - eric hall - yrs - ilgop - rove links - karl kemme - karhliker - ilfopngaoi - scrping - see esp - cellini wife picks adjutant gen - austin - hes ierc - airconditioning - carlyle - big red - kjell - hershell krustovsky - whoopski - they knew i wasnt a terrorist - arson frame - osfm - vala cravens - blue card - perc - brec - fl - guards - 233 - color of law - gillette - keen - links from ing to po - scb - gop - xa wojcicki - sheriffs - kingmakers - baise - denzler - wojcocki isnt law enf - rauner - paprocki - paprocki at ipi - mutache - ache - tyle man - norquist - ralston - rove - delay - chao - chow - food - james elmer mitchell - clute spk - hecla nethercutt - cleat galv - ororke longies - gwb admin - comcast - dutton - rock - duane the rock - txgop - albo - albx - terminix - servicemaster - huizenga - mcds - kinzinger - mcds poison is real - guy really broke my nose - dennispmoore really hit me with his car - scso really put me in jail for a month - and thats not not the other stuff that doj did - cocaine on trash bags - told me i couldnt buy my food - somethings not right

1983 claim - due process -

Its an attack on due process - equal protection - they claim mental health - fitness - “therapy” chem is “treatment”

sanc/cities is an attack on due process - equal protection - could apply to non immigrants - or could be analogized to do that by very crafty attys -

I was designated as enemy combatant - pow - this leg argues an exception can be made - for indefinite detention - note vagueness -

Theyr’e trying to change the law after the fact - to make the case moot - theyre taking all the time they need - to do it

Pleadings - alleging due process violation - 2008 -

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Florida House passes bill that forbids 'sanctuary cities,' would issue fines for failing to help federal immigration authorities

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The Florida House of Representatives voted Wednesday to require local officials to comply with federal immigration authorities, a move that brings the Republican-controlled state government to the cusp of enacting one of the nation's most stringent laws against "sanctuary cities."

The state House legislation, which passed in a 69-to-47 vote, would bar local governments from ignoring Immigration and Customs Enforcement requests -- known as detainers -- for local jails to hold suspected undocumented immigrants until federal authorities take them into custody. It also mandates that local agencies use their "best efforts to support federal immigration law" and threatens a fine of up to $5,000 per day for entities that violate the law.

A Florida Senate committee approved similar legislation last week. Gov. Ron DeSantis (R), who made the issue a central issue in his campaign last year, has been urging senators to act on the bill before the state's legislative session ends next week.

While the definition of sanctuary cities varies, most analysts say Florida does not have any.

The bill has become a top priority for Florida Republicans in recent weeks, as they have been eager to support DeSantis and President Trump, who has threatened to release migrants into sanctuary cities that do not comply with ICE detainer requests. The Trump administration also has vowed to withhold law enforcement grants from localities that refuse to cooperate with federal immigration authorities.

"This bill is about public safety and making sure we remove the criminal element of illegals that are here," said state Sen. Joe Gruters, sponsor of the Senate legislation and chairman of the Florida Republican Party. "The president has a laser focus on the failures of Washington in terms of immigration policy, and I think that has made this effort easier."

At least 25 states considered legislation dealing with sanctuary policies last year, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures. One of them, California, enacted sweeping statewide legislation blocking law enforcement agencies from working with ICE to house undocumented immigrants who otherwise would not be held on local charges. Two other states, Iowa and Tennessee, enacted laws requiring local officials to comply with ICE requests.

Arkansas Gov. Asa Hutchinson (R) this month signed a law to cut off funding for local governments that refuse to cooperate with ICE requests. Several other states also have policies prohibiting sanctuary jurisdictions: Iowa, Tennessee, Arizona, Alabama, Georgia, Missouri, Mississippi, North Carolina and Texas, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures.

A half-dozen more states are considering similar legislation this year.

But Florida -- a state where 20 percent of the population is foreign-born -- has emerged as an especially emotional battleground in the nationwide fight over those laws.

In recent weeks, a coalition of civil rights groups, social justice advocates, farmers and state business leaders have teamed up to try to the block the state legislation. They argue that both the House and Senate bills are drafted so broadly that Florida law enforcement officials would in effect become deputies in Trump's broader crackdown on undocumented immigrants.

Earlier this month, the Florida chapter of the American Civil Liberties Union issued a "travel alert," warning that the legislation would "put immigrants at risk of violence, potentially forcing victims and witnesses to stay silent for fear of deportation."

More than than 120 Florida business leaders, ranging from a former chief executive of Carnival Cruise Line to executives of home-building companies, signed an open letter to DeSantis and legislative leaders warning that the bills could cripple the state's robust economy.

"Immigrants represent over 25 percent of our workforce and employ over 500,000 fellow Floridians," the letter states. "It is their innovative spirit that keeps us moving forward. Anti-immigrant legislation will inflict long-lasting damage to the state of Florida."

According to a study released in February by the Pew Research Center, Florida was home in 2016 to 775,000 undocumented immigrants, about 4 percent of the population. Seven percent of the students in Florida schools had at least one undocumented parent, the study concluded. Only California and Texas were home to more undocumented residents.

After Trump threatened in 2017 to strip federal money from cities that refuse to help deport immigrants, Miami-Dade County was the first to halt the sanctuary policy, even though 51.7 percent of residents are immigrants.

A Senate committee staff analysis found that the bill pending before the Florida Senate would require "any sanctuary policies currently in effect" to be repealed within 90 days after the bill becomes law.

Florida's attorney general could take civil action against state or local government entities, which advocates fear could make individual government employees liable for actions they take in support of an undocumented resident.

Although most ICE detainers are good for 48 hours, advocates say the legislation infringes on the rights of undocumented immigrants by denying them due process.

"It is really unclear why this bill is necessary," said Ingrid M. Delgado, the associate for social concerns for the Florida Conference of Catholic Bishops. "This bill goes much farther than federal law requires and mandates compliance with every detainer request, even for those who have not been convicted of a crime."

The ACLU has been battling ICE over allegations that it incorrectly issued detainer requests for 420 U.S. citizens who had been held in the Miami-Dade County jail over the past two years.

State Rep. Mike Beltran (R), a co-sponsor of the House bill, dismissed concerns that the legislation could lead to more racial profiling or unfair treatment of detained citizens.

"I don't think we should be out hunting for anyone, but if we come across people, and we know by checking ID and through booking that they are not legally present in the United States, it would be an abdication of duty as elected officials" not to cooperate with ICE, Beltran said.

Similar laws have been challenged in other states. The Florida legislation comes two years after Texas lawmakers passed a state law ordering that local authorities cooperate with ICE. Under the law, the state can fine local governments up to $25,500 a day for refusing to cooperate with immigration agents. Elected or appointed officials also can lose their jobs, and sheriffs and other police officers can face criminal charges if they refuse to cooperate.

Last year, Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton sued San Antonio on allegations that its police chief failed to turn over to ICE a dozen migrants found inside a tractor-trailer, instead handing them to Catholic Charities, the Associated Press reported. San Antonio also joined several of Texas's largest cities, including Houston and Dallas, in challenging the state law in court. But the U.S. Court of Appeals for the 5th Circuit upheld the law.

In Tennessee, Shelby County Attorney Marlinee Clark Iverson, whose jurisdiction includes Memphis, issued an opinion stating the county sheriff and jail officials did not need to comply with a new state law that sought to force compliance with ICE.

"It was so vague that anybody from [ICE], even a secretary or janitor, could call and say, 'Hold this person indefinitely,' for any of amount of time, perhaps forever,"

5/1

was right ashcroft - was right to be worried - it was about usattys and killing my case. the fbi is obligated to defend the doj  when it has obtained a judgement - if the matter is pending the doj will argue to uphold the judgement - in the regular appeal process - this is not complicated - it is the way its supposed to be - but everything seems upside down in my case - gop args wits are treasonous - natsec risks - a counterintel inv takes place - lasting many years - they get nothing - which brings us today - the ashcroft bedside - the firing of comey sends shockwaves through fbi - and doj - thats why - agag and card want to blow up my case and need ashcrofts signature - hes drugged up and in a hosp bed - ashcroft tells agag & card to get the sig from comey - hes designated comey as interim ag - the context is - ashcroft is not in the hosp for the flu - i think he may require surgery - its pancreatitus - i think hes under a lot of medication and they need to take the thing out or something - note esp the rel b/t card and rove - and goodling - sampson etc. - agag is not a great legal mind right - and rove is pulling strings at doj - and its obvious in the names of the replacements - you dont need to be a sleuth or a legal scholar - note the rel between the fitz inv - and kjell - and cellini - springfieldconsulting - think about the timing - all this stuff is happening at the same time - it has all passed now - the truth of the situation has been concealed and those that might say anything have met with lots of bad luck - unfortunate things of a mysterious nature - kind of like me -

5/3/19

We have wisc - badgers - the nra speech - in his speech a couple days ago - quoted on this page - it was mentioned - the dems - the opposition - the people that are not us - have - this or that - cant remember what the first part is - but trump at some point says - we have wisconsin - in the context of the speech it is implied to mean a reference to winning the state of wi - in the 2016 election - hes saying - scoreboard - im winning wi - what hes really saying is - we - you and me - the people in this room - are going to prevail in the conflict regarding my case - the rico trial scrp - the counterintel inv - doubling down on the rico case - what hes saying is we are going to win - we are going to defeat dennis delaney and anyone that would want to help him - because we have wi - badgers - mi - thats what hes saying - thats what i took from it and i dont think im wrong - thats exactly how the people in that room took it - what that means is that hes saying im willing to use mi in a judicial conflict - in a purely partisan effort to derail the case - and to put pressure on delaney - to concede and claim that all the chem and wasted time has been all one big misunderstanding - not going to happen - im not going to concede - hes saying he will use mi to prevail in a legal conflict he already lost - a trial based on the notion that mi was being misused for political reasons -

Joliet jake - scc - criminal record - chad jacobs - dont know that guy - never met this guy - claimed link to consent - jacob engels - jake as consent - ie how is everything - i found out when people run a background check for employment reasons - my name came back as a felon - have talked about this - its possible this is just a typo or something - bad luck - worth noting though - the jake thing is a strawberry link - winston - from what i understand - winston attys may sometimes be referred to as strawberrys - dont know anything about this - regardless - the thing about the criminal record - the county bldg - the jail - scrp - winston - thompson - chigop - thompson alums - greco baise vala - possible that defs claim at trial chad jacobs is link to consent - if so - ive never met that guy - never even seen him - they knew theyd lose -

Take article from todays globe - police ot and judge says - why not charge as rico - this sounds like rico - the judge is saying - i hear cases charging rico that dont sound this good - if shes saying this out loud - in public - after hearing the facts of the case - and shes questioning why the case isnt plead as rico - literally questioning the prosecutor - and he stumbles - and can only say the facts dont support it - he must be implying facts not offered into evidence that are exculpatory - which should have been mentioned - either way - defs claim I shouldnt arg rico - doj shouldnt charge rico - defs arg doj should not pursue the rico from my complaint. First response - theyre biased - second - its in my complaint - third - they win - fourth - they dont try to argue - they knew theyd lose - all this arg is after the fact - defs say lets solve this thing in court - until they lose - now wh says - lets do this thing in public - what hes saying is - no here on delaney - fudd - no hurry - indefinite detention - the dems should stage an intervention -

And note the art re insys - exec charged criminally for opioid case - bribes docs to rx known addictive substance - xa cocaine on garbage bags - doj - someone said i couldnt buy my food - and see cocaine on the floors and walls in jail - thats why i couldnt feel my hands and feet - and then they want to claim im an addict - balzekas - lots to talk about here - chant - angels - just trying to help people - vala - ni - see remarks re wi - chants of trumpence - rinkman - dennispmoore - wpp - that dude is in the power business - being able to fuck up my life - makes him look good - note links to thompson alums - chigop - greco baise vala - chamber - the chants of trumpence is a reference to clockwork orange - angels - good samaritans - xa sembler seed - addiction frame - cheney comment re spkr -

Unite the right - no here - needletrades - cellini busted - xa - cellini vala - rivkcs - karl kemme - cletus - clute - hecla - galv ports cleat - longies - ierc - ororke - obscene phone calls - gwb admin - perry homicidal threats frame - agriculture - ecole - agricolae - ffa - farm bro - fibro - farm chem - glyphosate - xa op - cunningham - heffe ron - cifa - usattys - mcds - ronde santis - swimmers - sharktopus - lincoln era gop - roddavis lincoln historian - ala - chamber ic - sd mitrovich - cits club - rudy davenport - no hurry - dennis consents - no one is making us stop - he will have to live like this until he gives up his case - until he gives us what we want - wes barr - tr sembler - bully -

5/4/19

Txgop - cornyn - cruz - tx22 - perry as agdir - agricolae - kid rock - duane johnson - i was put in jail on a charge of burglary - specifically breaking and entering - b & e - xa bennis elaine - b&e - benny and the jetts - pope benedict - ace lebrity we can get behind - dutton bonilla - sylvester lanning - thompson - edgar - reineke - thompson alums links to edgar - greco baise vala - richardhart - cellini - celletti - 404th chem - karl kemme - tx is usarec - tx22 - deps - galv - vester - rocky - sere guy - laffers - houpd - complaint sent to homicide - they knew i wasnt a terrorist - nix alums and political opponents of lbj - txgop - my moms family is related to lbj johnsons - i think - note also my dads family is somehow linked to wp - not by blood - my dads mom remarries a guy that has a son that worked at wp - dont know anything about my dads dad - for that matter dont know anything about grandmothers husband in chi - when i visited - all i understand is what other people seem to imply - indirectly - i think some of that talk is overstated - be that as it may - i believe that is the basis of the shark smear stuff - what thats hiding is the attack on me linked to opposition to txdems and the wp - nix fans dont like wp - txgop dont like fans of lbj - they can fuck with me and its like retaliation for the impeachment of nix - and txgop hates txdems - i honestly dont know why the people doing this to me are doing it - it doesnt matter - they are not being honest about how it started - I have been as honest as i can possibly be - it is the defendants that have continued to be completely dishonest about what has put us in this situation - the fact is they are simply unwilling to admit that what they have been doing to me is wrong - this thing has been going on a long time - longer than it should - longer than it needs to - i am committed to speaking out against the untruth of the defendants - I dont consent to addiction frame thing - its an excuse to browbeat me into giving up my case - whos extorting who - that fig leaf is getting smaller - i honestly dont know how thing ends - the people doing this to me will be exposed for what they are - understand that - lanning and rock - vest - galv - 123 oclock - sleep deprivation - haley - barber - schaive and a herr cut - ronde santis - hefferon - james elmer mitchell - sere guy - spk - spkattys - clute - cletus - herschell krustovsky - krusteil - steil - scso - sideshow bob - night mgr - 3d shift - they put me in jail - cleat galv ports - tx might muffler - cand was usmc - nabors - xa ed smith is tx - regional - and note link from delay to shim - shim factory work in tx - actually sent on job at shim factory - xa charlotte job in cape - halliburton in galv - cheney - scooter - razor scooter - schaive and a herr cutt - crazy pete hoekstra - zito link to ovp - cellnet - meters - bunn - sangamo meters - the nix link - targeting me is seen as payback for impeachment of nix - nix alums - cheney - rummy - copeland - fox ailes - simpsons - team mack - lemon tree - san clemente - while at loft -  link to san clemente - loft girl - loft was radicalization frame - terr frame - xa bunn in oc - bunn at nursing home mulvaney - the  2franks - mcds poison is real - note mcds links - and execs - go away - legoland - judgement against mcds carlyle held in esgrow - remititur - schaive and a herr cutt - leggo my eggo - whos extorting who - the stuff on sere guy - rach - 123 oclock - happy days - political campaigns - advertising - wpp - pr - elections - burson - altria - winston - thompson - note esp what happened with judgement re tobacco - politics and doj - see how that works - same thing has happened to me - note slugger in the ussen - and rauner kingmaker - mel sembler - seed - addiction frame - chants of trumpence - kurtz is new guy at usccb - wojcicki is at sherriffs - cle wife picks austin as adj gen - hes ierc - ierc - airc onditioning - rett - atl - airborne - sjh - spfldconsulting - shg - shgcoaches - shgfootball - chi mckenna - big shoulders - gregory goes to dc - from atl - alton dio - stl - alton belle - saved by the bell - shs - centaurs - ackermann senterfitt - duane gibson - terry nelson - swift and blessing - kjell bc04 - ilgop - chi chamber - huizenga - servicemaster - franchises - chem - lon - wolfman - cheney - lonewolf frame - mace paolino - garbage - burson - cheney - joliet morning star - rpg gods - stl mi - 10th mi - roth dragoo - ilfopngaoi - gnuteck is right - dirt - mrt - roger stone is nix - jacob engels - bullhorn - ftl - berc - breck girl - perc - security guards - vala - perc - ierc - rice - arroz - war - sleep deprivation - night owls - hair falling out in ftl - urinary tract infection - reineke - wpp - ilgop - h/k - spflconsulting - scb - scso - rico - 1983 - equal protection - due process - 42 usc 241/242 - i was right - there are wrong - they cant admit what they did - what they are doing - they cant stop - the po is upside down on this thing - that fig leaf is going to get smaller - im making it samller - the maga hat means this - make the ag - into ga - reverse the the course of the ag - flip the ag - blow up my case from the inside - like tobacco -  

5/6

wayne says - hes being extorted -

(1.) you cant pay me to stop talking about what youre doing to me (2.) Im not asking

you watch everything i do - you read this site - ive been saying what ive been saying for a long time - you should stop doing this to me - im making the fig leaf smaller

5/10

nratv - dana loesch is from stl - and she's tea party - xa tea party links to Roth dragoo - police - rauner - wojcicki at sheriffs - ilfopngaoi - stl casino - and alton did - Gregory goes to stl - then just moved to dc - xa reineke goes to dc - wpp - not punished - they are being rewarded - cheney is ldrshp - riggleman gets nom - butler is ldrshp - spfld tea party would know stl - spfld is often more aligned w/ stl - only 90min - many cards fans in spfld - note esp rauner - ovp - cellnet - chigop - gidwitz - zito Dr Pepper - creepers - guards - perc - breck girl - ierc - Pompeo - ecole - tileman - coline - ecole - koch eCole - consent - ipi - kochs - campo - Blankenship - 96 sd conv - ii - ayes - consent - raise - silly - eyes - crep - nix alums - hate wp - eyeglasses - retal - gray -  shark smear - they knew they'd lose - links to the po - scso - isp - mental health frame - "treatment" - sideshow bob - 3d shift - steil - krusteil - 123 o'clock - happy days - elections - pols - lobsters - team mack - team nix - swimmers - Samuel Charles - Pompey - kochs - 2p - toupee - Lincoln era gop - bommarito - delay - stl - ipi - mustache - ole - celletti - ing - 404th chem - how to train your dragon - they knew I wasn't a terrorist - they knew I wasn't a drug addict or an alcoholic - they knew I wasn't a pedophile - they knew I wasn't an arsonist - they knew they'd lose all along - unite the right - unite here - no hurry

5/14

voice recorder wont work - files wont record - recorder says all files full and wont let me create new file - defecation stim in public - and pain to rt heel has been worse and more often - google site wont upload old files - and as im here trying to do that old files have been taken off the recorder - files that were on the recorder this morning are gone - will have to start paper notes - lots of people following me around this morning - while the defecation stim - started new sites on instagram - tumblr - imgur - trying to link up old stuff from google pages

5/15

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x5O-KlEIKqmQ43vQTR9TVBx0oaQrY_1QycpCLqcwcAo/edit?usp=sharing

5/16

May2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TD2ha7oDnX6P4pvjGl3oCsTOhGPHKl1M/view?usp=sharing

apr2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1biGC3E_S4iTRm1p10QeRIJr543M3r3iG/view?usp=sharing

Mar2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1O6cB86XKHiTqmB0u_mf6zVxTAJtQ3JCb/view?usp=sharing

Feb 2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JXQ7CggTuIptEnhgOVv-mcmqWw-OtSht/view?usp=sharing

Jan 2019

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1r8oAfMV7DCrJzXqq8VnOpTn0s-WiyFmU/view?usp=sharing

Dec2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Pb0i4vrKz6E1QVTi1YvBSWuwObH3ofox/view?usp=sharing

Nov2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-ReQvHMEDZR5LwY2Y6DCKyTrL20NEKEo/view?usp=sharing

Oct2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QUDBrM6O42x8lwdJ6hVUbdHx-CgbLDTO/view?usp=sharing

Sept2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CozkcWmqnxOIVuadts_ke30WQJNZnerp/view?usp=sharing

Aug2018

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JyfNxV5rkOsqCTxQBR_CC02_mzRMDl_C/view?usp=sharing

This is the site from dwdelaney - jul 2018

https://sites.google.com/site/dwdelaneyjul2018/

jun 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1t8C6JQ3sQk7hDllKp-Edq36qiaUaj-32?usp=sharing

tried not doing the page to see if it would change anything. it didn't. feb-jun

voice recorder didn't work. got a different vr. has the time on the file number

may 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1FlbxfEevg-88Oh5udcK4SV0NOmoNJKxj?usp=sharing

apr 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1gWawBtgOWzkBq5vFY3iNpEug3gwOgeiU?usp=sharing

mar 2018

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Z5AYTEr0hdS_Ia7s5zAESM56vzhUANUj?usp=sharing

flickr

https://www.flickr.com/gp/151524170@N03/Z69op5

https://www.flickr.com/gp/151524170@N03/n84JsE

Wordpress site at - https://www.dwdelaney.wordpress.com

flickr site - flickr - https://www.flickr.com/photos/151524170@N03/ Medium site is at - this is the initial post - “2/22” https://medium.com/@dwdelaney/2-22-17ba9a027575 Mediafire - havent had to use this yet - folders are empty Mediafire - link to audio - voice recorder https://www.mediafire.com/folder/p2ckxcctksa4v/Music Mediafire - link to video - https://www.mediafire.com/folder/2u9704u2chhc9/Videos

Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/dwdelaney/?hl=en

Youtube site has videos of voice recorder

https://youtu.be/X2EU1lCVlrE

And see for list - https://m.youtube.com/user/dwdelaney

This is a similar link https://www.youtube.com/user/dwdelaney

Imgur - https://imgur.com/user/dwdelaney

Google photos - https://photos.google.com/?tab=oq&pageId=none

5/18

saw the instagram page for the natl rev -

dont know where to start - if there was any question in my mind - as to exactly what is going on here - it is gone

i am linking to it here -

https://www.instagram.com/nationalreview/

lets try not to pretend now - are you still certain you want to argue that youre just trying to help me out

how stupid do you think i am - you should have stopped this a long time ago -

go bruins

haspel video - of me - was called shapel show - funny - laffers

5/19 -

tried starting some new social media sites - they require ph nos - twitter and myspace had someone that used my email address - dwdelaney@gmail.com - so i couldnt use my gmail acct acct to establish an acct with the social media site - they require an email - or phone - or both - someone used my gmail addr -  i havent tried to start a myspace or twitter acct - i bet theres a word for that - but something doesnt seem right -

5/20

My name is dennis. I have been writing about a large group of people making my life miserable. It is the worst kept secret in america. I have paper notes written from about 15 yrs ago and the google site itself is around 10 yrs old. it is thousands of pages in text and includes audio notes and images as well as some video which is listed on youtube. there are slightly more than 400 or so different sites and the most recent sites are at monthly site addresses, ie may2019. the specific site of the most recent site is at https://sites.google.com/site/dwdelaney/may2019 and the first site is at https://sites.google.com/site/dwdelaney/ . I ve tried to get peoples attention with the site and had hoped it might stop the people that are doing this to me to stop, it hasnt. lots of other sites, wordpress, flickr, tumblr, google photos, instagram. I had mistakenly thought i could shame them into stopping. I cannot. please help me.

5/21

im starting to have more problems with computers. people posting things to my social media sites. i delete and block and have had problems keeping the stuff off the screen. i guess some of that would be typical. in my situation though, i have things change - on screen - as im loking at it. they stole my tablet a couple weeks ago. i lost all my emails around 2005, after i left spk. started new email in 2005. thats why the emails start then. there are gaps in the voice recorder where the recorder didnt work and things were lost. my life has been about the same the whole time. seems like the pain is going up lately, esp to right heel. the ability to cause pain in very specific places shows an expertise in creating pain. dont tell me i consent and then prevent me from saying that i dont.

they did it again - i spent all afternoon sending articles to my email - they showed up on my screen and then they disappeared. there were only a couple left - i posted those - note esp kochs are manufacturing - baise - mark denzler - note link b/t rauner and paprocki - mel sembler- kingmakers - wojcicki - wojcicki and albanese - links to mgraw - mckenna chigop - mcds - - theyll show up later - big picture on stuff from today - kochs change website - yesterday - adopt different language - try to distance themselves from elected gop - other stuff gone - gregory in dc - black caths - knights of peter claver - note esp link b/t rauner and paprocki - and paprocki and ipi - gentlemen - mustache - campo - yrs - kochs and wichita - schockers - aaron schock - cross hairs - skinner box - team lift - nicky haley - 123 oclock - haley barber - oh yeah - pompeo in wichita - sylvanus partners - forced air - resurgens - able cravens - manufacturing - facio - maga - facio us - change the ag - kochs run ipi along w/ altria thompson - ipi is scrp - ierc - tea party - scb - scso - ilgop - caths are sheriffs - wojcicki - note wojcicki link to ilsen - furman schuh - furman milburn - liuna - industrial chem - street sweepers - see site at furmanmilburn - ima - baise bails for ii - mckenna bails for london - watch where the people go - gregory is in dc now - reineke is in dc - note ldrshp - butler in ilga - cheney in uscong - trump himself was elected on a platform of continuing to fuck with me - i saw the natl rev instagram page on saturday - there was a picture of bill murray in the film groundhog day - what are you going to do about it dennis - no hurry on dennis - ive been saying what ive been saying for a long time - im not trying to pretend to be something im not - its the defs that are pretending to be something theyre not - somebody should have stopped this a long time ago - i shouldnt have to do this - theres violence on both sides - we think the pres has full second ammendment authority to do whatever he wants - schaive and a herr cutt - ronde santis - whos extorting who

5/24

Invest in what you know -

Coppers first -

Addiction frame - the po -

5/24

Ive tried everything i can think of. I cant get an acct on twitter or snapchat or some of the other sites because i dont have a phone. I dont have a phone because i dont have any money. Ive been as clear and loud as i can possibly be. What ive been saying, ive been saying for along time. From what i understand, the defs are using the addiction frame as an excuse to make me live like this. They know it isnt true. I know it isnt true. The defs believe it doesnt need to be true in order to justify doing this to me. Ive written on this a lot, and for along time. I dont have anything to add here thats new. Some things have changed, perhaps. Regardless i will say what ive been saying. The po - . they busted hard. They knew theyd lose all along. Car talk - theyre on tape - on they radio. Talking about hitting me with chem. Not therapy. Not medicine. They arent fooling anyone with that nonsense. The evidence was cringeworthy good. Now the defs wont abide by the judgement. Po wont enforce because they are a named party. They are on the front page of the court documents. On the defendant side. They cant even pretend to be impartial. They dont have to. You cant police the police if theres no one to enforce the judgement. Wheres those handcuffs nancy. This thing has been going way too long. Before the legal complaint, 15 yrs ago. Before the page was started 10 yrs ago. The doj has changed administrations and tried to sabotage my case by influencing my individual actions and my thought process itself. I am subject to involuntary communication, i believe, while i sleep. I think this is i am kept, not just homeless, but outdoors homeless. I have reason to believe these communications have been used to attempt to weaken my case and used in combination with other strategies i encounter in my waking hour. The cocaine on the trash bags, back when i was led to believe that buying my food would risk forfeiting my case. This was itself used to bolster the addiction frame. Its worth pointing out im not addicted to anything, including cocaine, when maybe i should be. The fact that im not is the strongest possible evidence against the defs - and their bogus addiction. I ought to be suing the rouge partisans at doj for trying to get me addicted. Like those people making money off the opioid addicts. The people doing this to are not average people. They are experts in psychology and pain. That means chemistry, pest control, medicine and chemical warfare. It is particularly troubling that i believe dod, po, dod po which is mp are involved. Note esp rel b/t pols and dod - in ing - 33rd - esp il adj gen - and links to cl&e. Note esp austin is adj gen and ierc and scrp - politically this works w/ caths as well - as a social net that means kcs - and karl kemme - karlihker - etc. the link between the po and ing/scrp is strong - keen - gillette - all the evidence on spddefendants, scsodefendants, scrping, good example is sideshow bob, the knight mgr - social nets - get aux police status - chem - boesdorfer - steil was 3d shift - when he was pulled it gives a good window into the timeline. Note how things happen in sangamon county. All the names match up. Bob is russes brother - or his kid or something. Steil is irvs boy. The arson frame lets him mobilize ffs to hit me with chem as fire prevention. The shifts are 24 hrs - so they have lots fof time - xa clutzo - pest control - chem - note esp steil goes to iema - sticfusion - xa fema and iema - extraordinary powers - and note po and addiction frame - mrt and dirt - stone in derd - nix alums - team nix - chigop - rummy as rep - h/k - huizenga - note timeline on isp addiction - mrt - starts when i get into town - blago - gnuteck - cl&e sandbags jbt - roth dragoo - teaparty - the teaparty are way into the dwdelaney fun. And they have used gov as an excuse to have me as their entertainment. Thats why i argued 1983 - due process. Equal protection. The po is in the thing big. And they wojcocki at sheriffs. That doesnt know anything about law enforcement. Hes never spent a day of his life as a cop. He edited the spfld dio newsletter - and ringeisen created a job for hin uis lobbyist. Because he knows people. Hes got clout, power that he holds personally. Note esp wojcocki is ilsen, the woman from lg. And the woj fam link to albx - albanese - who, himself is linked to mgraw the mcds mgr in town. Mgraw owned the stores where certain inds worked - sixth st - macarthur/lg - several other. Mrt and dirt was po - and note caths are specifically involved in addiction frame from spk. And that followed me to spfld - they hit me really bad in spk with chem. They also physically hit me. Some guy ive never seen before just punched me in the nose twice, broke my nose, got the xrays and everything, and a car pulls up, a door opens, he walks up to the car and gets in. i got the plate, filed a report. I cant remeber how many i have filed reports and nothing ever happens. Dont know what to think of the inginspk stuff. I think they called me a pow and did sere pychology in order to justify hitting me with dod product chem. Chemical warfare materials and tactics. For fun, how to train your dragon. And i got to put up with pictures of groundhog day on the natl rev instagram page. FU. they know the addiction frame is bogus, but i guess the wh believes it is within the power of executive branch to make up some excuse in order to keep me living like this. I can have my life back when i give up my case. Shave and a hair cut . i have been thinking about this thing all wrong. Its all one big misunderstanding, they were really just trying to help me out. What with me being an addict and all.

First, the defs watch everything i do, every footstep, listen to every word. I write the page. They read. I filed a lawsuit against exactly what they are doing, with them as named defendants. How can they possibly say i consent. And they lost. Right. Also, note that the theres an element of txgop prank here. The jail - the charge b & e. Tx fam johnson. Designated as a pow - enemy combatant - lone wolf terr - spfld radio kelm - chatham package - lon chainey - chi football - monsters of the midway - romney from bain capital - bain is chigop - wolf bane - rabbit - bunny - bunny bread - bct - bread truck drivers - lfmc - sixth st - scb - pambianco - spfld roadrunners - sjh - hic - centaurs - shs - ackerman - terry nelson - duane gibson - -brooks bros - irv - stone - suncruz - palm - charlotte - ann colder - stuck in galv - halliburton - longies - ororke - obscen phone calls - gwb admin - agag - perry homicidal threats frame - xa rice arroz - night owls - smu - american graffitti - ron howard - happy daze - 123 oclock - 4 more years - haley barber - nicky haley - mark few - mark denzler - thers also shark smear linked to dads fam. Grandma remarries someone that has an adult son that works at the post. Never met the guy. Thats what the glasses thing is about. All this was supposed to be unearthed by the counterintel inv. But that was just cover for the fact they busted so hard. They got nothing. They had to find a reason to stall. The po wont enforce. The caths run it. Note usccb and h/k - esp the time period i leave ftl for spk  - and note what happens when i get back to spfld. The thing  with them putting me in jail. The cocaine on the floors and walls. Thats also the psych frame. Thats why the dude from efe - sc wants to use mental illness as an excuse for “treatment”. Its chem. Designed as poison and used to make me hurt and keep me from getting sleep - lincoln era gop - jeffe ron - whigs - ipi - peeps - humint - social network - fraternal orgs - shriners - fop - unions - sports - shgfootball - esp kcs - but see also - roa - ngaoi - teaparty - note esp link b/t - ilfop and ilroa - ilfop and ngaoi - xa ilfop pence link - gregorian chant - trumpence - baiseboll - kingmakers - mel sembler - rauner - paprocki - sembler seed - ftl - principles bldg next to apt in ftl - carlyle - bush - cia - clockwork orange - vala - guards - 233mp - 33 hq guards - jeepsters - crep - airport guards - and fd - xa scso - swat - tru - cit - and see names of people linked to dirt and mrt - esp eric hall - auburn - boesdorfer - boes link to mta - jasmon - nifong - trucks - coal trucks - tx ata - tex mex - job at shim factory - ed smith is tx liuna - furman milburn - furman schuh - txgop - mighty muffler - galv usarec - deps used to do ops - wal emps - note esp dunks spkr at conv for trademark - takes opportunity to spk to state that their largest competitor is political. Unsolicited on the topic, former bain emp says be happy. That has a very specific meaning for some readers - xa wal - omnimedia - terry nelson - duane gibson - bc04 - kjell - swift - blessing - ilgop - xa carlyle - txgop - dutton - bonilla - charles s dutton - the cover of the  natl rev features - duane - the rock - johnson - txgop prank - not treatment - trick - xa aches - hh’s - jc - chamber - bob has a gavel collection - chamber ic - xa chamber trucks - mta - the addiction thing is like all the other stuff - all whisper campaign. No one says anything to me. I wrote up a website on wordpress - 953 - just on consent - they know i dont consent. Theyre not trying to listen. They dont have to. It doesnt matter. There is nothing i can say or do thats going to make them stop. Its not about addiction. They needed time to stall. Time too marginalize me. They can claim they killed my grandparents. They can claim im a ntional security threat. The fact is they dont have to prove any of this stuff. They knew theyd lose. And after they lost, they knew they would keep me living exactly the same way for as long as they wanted. It never made any difference. They joke about the whole thing - which is exactly what put them in this spot from the beginning. They cant admit what they did in sangamon county. To me. Then they followed me to florida, washington state, tx, and ive been in lots of different states now. They cant admit that they have been wrong. And as long as they dont have to - they wont. What they are doing to me is wrong. They know it. Or they should know it. They cant stop. Who is going to be the first person to blow this story up - because its coming - this is the worst kept secret in america. Its coming

5/29

Comment text for thingsarenotastheyappear image - lunar -

Addiction frame - political power - dennispmoore - wpp - louisville slugger - h/k

I filed a lawsuit against these people. And, i think they lost. It doesnt matter. They are too powerful. They own the police. They cant admit that what they have doing to me was and is wrong. They have constructed this fantasyland where they are helping me, with some lie about an addiction to something. They say im addicted to alcohol and cocaine and other drugs. Im also a pedophile and a terrorist and an arsonist, the list is long. These lies have been used as an excuse to mobilize against me. To recruit people against me. It is also used as a purity test for people they want to hire. People they want to give power. They want people that will do their bidding, regardless of the law, or any sense of responsibility. Ive already talked about this on the site that begins with the image i have posted above.

The lawsuit i filed talks about misuse of authority. Due process violations and equal protection under the law. Things i dont get. And should. I should be eligilble for protection like others. They knew i wasnt a terrorist. At the highest levels. They know the addiction frame is bogus. Everyone else knows it too. it s the worst kept secret in america. The lawsuit also talks about rico. For a number of reasons. I will be talking about this stuff as i update my info re 2019. My case was written 2005. Hard to believe that i still have to live like this. Hard to believe.

5/30/19

Wh believes it has the exec power to do this to me. Art 2 etc. the addiction frame, they claim is legal cover for something else. They know it isnt true. They dont need a reason to do this to me. But they are using the addiction frame. I have, the right to talk about what they are doing to me. I think thats where we are in this thing.

If they could have stopped me from saying what im saying, they would have by now. What im saying is true. Its mostly talking about different parts of my body hurting at different times. The other things i have to say are: who i think is doing this and why. These things are mentioned in a way that is intended to encourage the people doing this to me to stop.

dwdelaney

5/31/19

Text for cartalk - veritas - havent taken site because - runs into 1a issues - and cant arg civil defam - because what im saying is true - theyd have to arg on the merits - they dont want that - they lost - in court - but the wits cant speak in public - thats what the defs are betting on - thats why the po isnt enforcing - and they knew theyd lose all along - they cant even pretend to be impartial - they are named parties in the litigation. 1983 - due process - equal protection - and see esp - dod - mp - color - vigilantism - aux police - kcs - deps - usarec - note esp 233 - gillette - keen - fuel specialists - but see also corp - mcds - abe lincoln cab - wal - etc.

po is involved in mental illness frame - and addiction frame - they lost at trial - trying to argue that - based at least in part - upon recorderd communications between dispatch and squads - as well as comms b/t squads/ offcrs - and inds - phone convs in squads - as well as ind testimony - wits - addiction frame is - bo - gus - ive tried a lot of different social media sites. Google sites - dwdelaney - google photo - flickr - wordpress - medium - instagram - imgur - tumblr - youtube - I cant access the sites that require a phone like twitter, facebook etc. I cant even get an “obamaphone” because im homeless and my id wont register when i try to apply. I have try to say that i dont consent as loudly and as often as i can. They know its bogus. But you see the new statue in front of the alplm and the cover on the natl rev and you hear wh flacks say they think the pres can continue doing whats hes doing under article 2 exec power. It has been suggested that the doj picked up my case as a civil rts case and they won. Then i guess a new admin comes in and wants to blow up my case as its being appealed. Defs lose all appeals. Po and gop wont stop. They want to stall out and force me to concede consent. Schaive and a haircut - they might have some legal authority to do this to me. I dont understand how thats possible. I dont understand how i can be forced to live like this. It should stop. Ive been trying to say that. Someones not trying to hear me.