#i dont blame him for removing the bullet

[woolly-aph1d]

I don't know if it's canon, but i wholeheartedly believe that Erik removing the bullet out of Charles is what caused him to be disabled.

The (assumed) fact that Erik's care and love would be THE reason is crushing, and ironic, and it reflects his modus operandi so so well.

That's because Erik is a man who wants to rip the proverbial bandaid off. He sees the issue (or what he believes to be an issue) and eliminates it.

Bullet was in, and it was the cause of pain. So he removed it. He "got rid of the issue". Simple as that.

Wrong.

In that moment, he redacted all control he had over the missiles, putting his everything into removing the bullet that was hurting Charles. He put his all in hope that he will save him from more pain or even death. But it doesn't matter how focused or serene he was, how deeply inside he reached for the ability to not fall apart where Charles fell and instead redirect himself into a saviour. And it didn't matter whether in that moment, in all his body and mind, he felt that all of his training was for that exact moment. It never mattered and it never will matter because however careful and precise he was, he was not about to succesfully remove a bullet from a spine without any prior anatomical knowledge or skillset in the field. Erik's love and desperation in manouvering the bullet out was disastrous, no matter how sugar-coated with care it was. (but he doesn't know that, no)

But the bullet was not alone, it had a source.

He sees Moira, "You. You did this" he stated before trying to suffocate her. She was the one who shot at him, after all. She was holding the gun - the physical weapon and he saw her as guilty. He was the judge, he was about to be the executioner.

"She didn't do this Erik. You did"

It hung in the air like a giant stop sign.

But Erik is the bullet, and he is in control of himself just as he was in control of it mere moment before it hit Charles. He can only change direction, never stop. At least not before he hurts someone, most likely someone he loves (and maybe not even then).

He shifts in his route, no less doomed than the previous one; he is searching for unity. "We are brothers" he believes, he also believes that "us turning on each other, it's what THEY want". And it doesn't matter who he means by "them" either, any would be good if it would align their paths. But just like in that deleted scene in the empty corridors their eyes meet, each of them knowing they were trying to reach the other briefly before turning around, neither of them willing or able to join paths, only to cross. Charles wants to be Erik's "friend" while Erik searches for an ally. Charles is the home and Erik is the battlefield. Its the status quo they cannot break out of.

Charles, no matter how daft and out of touch he is, stated the truth; "they were only following orders" and Erik knew that. He heard it before. He felt it before. He lived through it. Survived it.

He was not about to follow anybody's orders ever. He was his own man, ruled by his own emotions. Same emotions that took a hold of the bullet. Same disobedience and lack of order that took Charles' legs.

Its the modus operandi, that's the source of it all.

He will take what he sees for granted, and eliminate what he sees. Sometimes its a bullet, sometimes its humanity. Or all humans, because he felt a lack of humanity from them. He doesn't see his own reflection in Charles' eyes. He cannot see his own faults.

In front of him, he sees the big picture just right, but the devil hides in the details. Sometimes what ruins the system isn't a bullet lodged into it. Sometimes issues are internal and you can't rid of them.

Mystique is a proof of Erik's faults as much as Charles'. She is what destroys the ideal and points out the inevitable. Its the internalised phobia and hatered we see throughout the movie. Getting rid of humans isn't what makes it go away. It becomes the microsegregation of palatable and non-palatable mutations within the mutant group. Erik and Charles being privileged and shown time and time again manufacturing a standard for Raven to meet, without once allowing her a safe space to decide who she wants to be - who she chooses as her most authentic self. And Raven becomes a source of hurt and discrimination herself as she abandons her child for being outwardly mutant in appearance, because she can be privileged too, if she so wishes.

Erik will not save the world, nor mutants. He will not destroy, or turn it into ashes either. It will be the same movie with different cast. Same world with different faults for Erik to see.

Erik and Charles are on the edges of a society that has to accomodate truth and find respect, but neither of them give us the resolution. Maybe because neither of us know how to save our own world either.

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[windchesterluver]

Just you

Summary: dean fails to understand that you need more then a body guard, you need your boyfriend.

Notes

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings; arguments, mention of s€x



Dean slammed the door of the motel room as you walked in behind him. "You don’t think I care!?" he shouted, louder than intended. "Dean, don't," you pleaded, your exhaustion evident in every breath. You had said the wrong thing in the moment, accusing him of not caring. After that, he had remained silent for the rest of the drive back to the motel, with an iron grip on the wheel. Now, all that pent-up emotion was erupting.

He froze hearing the exhaustion in your voice, but he couldn’t let what you said slide. He cared way to much and took your accusation as a personal attack. “No dont bullshit me…” he tried to keep his voice low but found it hard to control his emotions “of course i care! I care way to much!” He stated firmly taking a step towards you unhappy with the distance. “Can you blame me? Youve barely said anything to me dean!” You exclaimed taking a step closer. Your chests less then three inches from eachother. “Thats what this is about? That im not good with words?” He questioned with clear annoyance. You scoffed crossing your arms “your being mean” you whispered under your breath unable to look him in the face. “Well look in the mirror sweetheart” he said coldly. Your head snapped back in his direction “excuse me!” You shouted in disbelief. “Come on, you've called me mean and uncaring, like i wouldn’t take a bullet for you,” he explained smacking his hands to his side.

“You dont get it!” Your accusation was full of anger, but your face displayed distraught, eyes fixated on your boyfriend. You had to turn around, unable to face him without the feeling of tears gathering in your eyes. His cold expression dropped as you turned your back to him, his chest pang with guilt. He never meant for things to go this far. “Enlighten me, im not a frick’n mind reader” he explained, still with a hint of annoyance. He grabbed your forearm, turning you to face him. He waited in silence, letting you gather your thoughts. Your lip quivered looking up at him, scared of how he might react to the truth.

“I dont want you to jumping infront of a gun, or slaying a demon…i want you to show me you care by talking to me…and we never talk” Dean's expression fell, his once intense glare now fading into a look of quiet hurt. Keeping loved ones safe was all he knew; it was his only way of loving, never knowing you needed more then that. “Just to talk?” He questioned almost not believing you. You crossed your arms and bit your lip to hold back tears as you nodded “just one conversation that dosnt lead to a hunt or fùcking…i just want you” you explained whipping a stray tear from your cheek. He swallowed the lump in his throat “i didnt know you wanted that” he said quietly, taking a step towards you.

“De..” you tried to protest, but your words were swallowed by his actions. Drawing you into his arms, holding you with a grip that conveyed more than words ever could. You relaxed against him “i don't need a hunter…i need my boyfriend” you mumbled into his shoulder. His hand found its way to your hair, smoothing over it softly “I'm sorry” he whispered in your ear with a wavering tone. He was filled with such anger towards himself that holding you was the only thing preventing him from breaking something.

“Can we talk now?” You asked softly, removing your head from his shoulder but remaining in his embrace. He nodded silently “I'm all ears.” He reassured you. A small smile appeared on your face “About you” his eyes narrowed “About me?” He repeated back. You silently nodded looking up at him with wondering eyes. “Anything Dean” you explained seeing how long it was taking him. “You know, when i was a kid, i wanted to be a fireman” he admitted with a small smile. Your eyes widened “Really?” He nodded “i thought rescuing people was pretty badass, oh and the fire trucks were sweet” he explained staring into your amazed eyes. You chuckled at his comments “You’d be a great firefighter Dean” his smile dropped slightly “Yeah, maybe in another life”

“This.” You mumbled quietly. Deans head tilted not understanding what you meant “i like this.” You restated, moving back and taking his hands in yours. He smiled at your words, finally understanding. He liked. This too, just being here with you, holding you, talking with you. He felt like such a fool for not realizing sooner. “Yeah, me to…” he spoke softly bringing his thumb under your chin, tilting it up slightly so he could connect his lips to yours. His hand traced down to your hips, pushing you against him as his lips continued to graze yours.

“Your everything” you breathed against him. He pulled back, taking all of you in. “But let's not fûck tonight” you smiled placing your hands on his chest. He chucked leaning his head back “How dos dinner and a long late-night talk sound” he suggested raising his eyebrows. You smiled widely, reaching your arms around his shoulders to bring your lips back to his. “Id love that”

[pebble-of-gold]

WOO 2023

Lets talk about my top 10 films that came out in 2022! I watched a lot of films last year!

1. Everything everywhere all at once

I could write essays on this movie but putting it simply I watched this film in theatres 5 times. There was nothing in this movie that dissapointed me. Its an incredible example of nihilism vs existentialism and I cried 3/5 times i saw it. I now own it on dvd.

2. Bullet train

Bullet train I saw ever so slightly less coming in at 4 cinema visits! Fantastic visuals and soundtrack. Wonderful casting and a fabulously written script! One of my favourite examples of a film that is just fun to watch. I'll be honest on the 3rd and 4th time I was a bit bored but theres not as much going on to rewatch as EEAAO.

3. Black panther: Wakanda forever

I started crying and I dont know if I stopped? An incredibly touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and a heartbreaking reminder of who we've lost. I think this is the best marvel movie since endgame honestly.

4. The unbearable weight of massive talent

Nick Cage is unironically one of my favourite actors and him and pedro pascal have created an amazing piece of media here. It is so funny and thats all it needs to be! Its just 2 guys getting to know eachother. Fair enough theres some action and spy shit going on but with that removed it is just pure fun.

5. NOPE

A slightly controversial one I know, However, I will never get over the wacky inflatable arm tube men. Im not even joking. They are what made me want to see the film in the first place! No but an excellent example of terror vs fear and a perfect film to discuss questions like "how far should you go for the shot" and issues like exploitation of animals.

6. Three thousand years of longing.

First and foremost its Tilda Swinton and Idris Elba enough said. This movie is gorgeous. The cinematography is beautiful and the costumes the makeup the set design the props my word they did not dissapoint! The message of the film is largely isolation but also behind that theres a sense of love is eternal and how much would you do for love. I couldn't recommend this film more.

7. Matilda

Ok this one is the music and choreography for me. It's a fun film and i loce the set design for it. The costume for mrs wormwood is to die for and I want it all. Theres not a huge moral like the others on the list its a good example of what goes around comes around and good prevails. The camerawork is amazing too.

8. The Menu

Everyone in this film is an awful person EXCEPT Anya Taylor Joy's Character and I live for it. The pacing is wonderful, the camerawork again fantastic and the characterisation!!! There is so much tension and it keeps building until you reach the climax its a wonderful. I like to think the film is about anti capitalism and the death of creatives due to the preassure of critics.

9. The banshees of inisherin

My favourite type of media is where nothing happens but SO MUCH happens. (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead is a wonderful example of this) and Banshees is an amazing example of that. At its core its about loss and lobelyness. Plus It has a RELATIVELY ACCURATE autistic character and thats my favourite part.

10. Don't worry darling

DON'T BOO ME DON'T YOU DARE. OK I ENJOYED IT. SOMEONE HAD TO! HARRY'S ACTING WASN'T EVEN THAT BAD YES IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON CAN YOU BLAME HIM! plus I was living for the drama of DWD and no it was not at all about feminism or the female orgasm but it was about control and it was a fantastic film to showcase that.

Honorable mentions go to:

Where the crawdads sing, Batman, The bad guys, Sing 2, violent night, JJK:0, Multiverse of madness.

Thor does not get an honorable mention and I will not see avatar 2 because I want it to flop.

[yesimwriting]

Dying Starlight

A/n: i dont think an audience for this exists?? ik it’s not shadow and bone related, but ive been reading red queen and i wanted to try writing maven and ive been playing with this idea. umm...on the off-chance that there is an audience for this i do think of this as more of a series but i’ll probably end up deleting this lol 

(Series?) Summary: reader is a childhood friend of Mare’s who isn’t officially part of the Scarlet Guard but gets captured by Maven. As a prisoner, she feels like her mind is being messed with as she begins to see a more human side of Maven. The new King tells himself the only thing he sees in her is that she’s a way to get to Mare, but something about her genuiness is infectious. 

-- 

Irony twists things. Right now, the irony that my last thoughts might be about how I wish I had been trusted with a suicide pill twist my impending doom into something almost comical. I’d laugh, but I’d rather not startle the rats in my cell. This has been their home for presumably years, but I’ve only been down here a few hours. 

I scratch the back of my wrist, staring at tired stone walls like they’ve done something to me. I wish I knew what time it was. How long have I been down here? How long has it been since I was separated from Mare? An hour? Three?Each passing minute strikes me like a bullet, but I can’t count them. I’ve never had a talent for accurately feeling the passage of time.

My head aches, frustration and dread tangling themselves in the pit of my stomach. Mare told me the Queen can search through someone’s mind, seeing memories even they can’t remember. What will they do when they see I know virtually nothing? What will happen when they see how close Mare and I truly are? i can’t do anything and the unknown hurts more than my bruised rib. 

The sound of the heavy door that divides the luxury of the castle from the wasteland of the cells creaks. I only let my arms flinch, moving from my side to wrap defensively around my stomach. Dull footsteps echo down the pathway that lead to the cell I’m in. I don’t cringe, not even when the sound of walking stops. 

I was not born into a rich family, but I was born into a proud one. Fear was practically a criminal act in my household. I’ve been trained to suppress all signs of weakness. My eyes don’t leave the stone wall, I mentally trace the pattern of a long crack in a specific rock. It reminds me of the slope of the Big Dipper. 

Will I ever see stars again? The answer leaves a sharp pain in my chest. 

“Mare told me about you.” 

The words jar me, my stomach dropping in revulsion. Mare had trusted him, and here he stands--successful because he’s a traitor. I know what it’s like to be the most overlooked sibling and to crave to change that. I know what it’s like to want to succeed more than you want air in your lungs, but I don’t think I’d ever betray someone. I like to think that there’s a line even the monster in me won’t cross. 

I don’t look at him, partially out of an attempt to protest and partially because I’m afraid of what I’ll see. “She might have mentioned you in passing.” 

His scoff is ridiculous. “She didn’t lie about your sense of humor.” 

That almost makes me wince. His words are too close, too personal. It’s like he knows me. I turn my. head, ready to cut through the uneasy beginning to get to the miserable middle if it brings me to the end faster. 

“You’re here to torment me, not make small talk.” Turning had been a mistake. I regret it instantly. His expression is unforgiving--cold, sharp, and made up of only angles. But that’s not why I stare. I did not expect him to be objectively attractive. The fine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, and the ice blue of his eyes. I need to snap out of this mindset. I’m sure his beauty will not be so distracting when he’s burning me. “Though some might consider that the same thing.” 

He scoffs again, the sound dry. The sneer of his lips does not diminish his attractiveness. The fact makes me loathe him. “I wonder if you’ll still be so prone to humor after you’ve been broken--any information of worth extracted from your thoughts.” 

“Let me save everyone the trouble and just tell you everything that I know now.” My back straightens despite the pain in my ribs. I look pathetic, dirty and in a torn dress. He’s regal, dressed in fine, all black clothing. “I know that Mare wanted to kill you today, I know that she needed a distraction and that her distraction needed to be expendable, which is why I’m sitting in front of you.” I squeeze my hands together awkwardly, a bit of genuine irritation rolling in my stomach. “That’s literally all I know, I’m not even part of the Guard.” I scratch the back of my wrist. If I were him, I wouldn’t believe that, but I’m being honest. How pitiful can one person be that they’re worth more disconnected from the group they work for than as an actual member? “You don’t take that kind of risk for someone that’s only skill set is in thought.” 

I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but I don’t regret it. Maybe he’ll think that my story is so pathetic it has to be true. “You have to know more than that.” 

“The Scarlet Guard only reaches out to me on a need-to-know basis, and anything worthwhile to you is something I clearly didn’t need to know.” In a way, I’m glad I can’t give him anything. “So are you going to kill me with a bullet or do you prefer more flamboyant executions?” My death should be plain. I am human completely--I bleed red and I have no powers. “I do think anything more than a simple death is more trouble than I’m worth.” 

His lips press together oddly, something beneath his expression tightening. “You don’t think your dearest friend will return for you?”

The sarcasm in his voice sparks something in me I thought only my sister could. “I think she has a lot of responsibilities and I wouldn’t blame her for having priorities.” 

His eyebrows draw together. “I think you’re painfully unaware of how attached to you she is.” I press my lips into a thin line. “She’ll come for you.”

Something selfish in me hopes that he’s right. No one has ever wanted me enough to come back for me. My mother wanted perfect daughters that knew how to only think in terms of trapping men with stable careers. My sister did it, but I could never manage, and to my mother that made me useless. 

“If you believe it,” I mumble beneath my breath.

I don’t know if he hears me. I can’t bring myself to care if he did. “For your sake, you better not have lied to me.” 

My back relaxes against the raspy wall, fighting down a grimace as the motion irritates my rib injury. “Cross my heart, Your Highness.” 

I watch him carefully, his expression turning into something much more grim. “A King is referred to as His Majesty.” 

“My father was a prominent war general and my mother only wanted daughters she could use to social climb.” I fight down a grin. “I know what I said.” 

His expression darkens into something bone chilling. “I am the King and you’ll refer to me as such or deal with even less pleasant circumstances.” 

I fight against the urge to cower, picturing Mare’s strength in my veins. There’s weakness in everyone, and if I squint I can see the thin cracks in him. “You have everything--the crown, the power, the support of the people, and it’s still not enough. You won and you still feel like you’re competing.” 

“You don’t know anything,” he seethes, practically growling. 

I shouldn’t press him, but the more he reacts, the more weaknesses are revealed. “I know what it’s like to have a sibling that’s the sun, and no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you’re always trapped in a shadow.” 

The lighting makes his eyes look almost glazed over. “My mother will be here soon and the truth will be revealed.” 

He can run from me, but not the truth. Cal has nothing, he has everything--the father that never cared for him is dead, and yet he’s still trapped. Our similarities hurt me more than my physical injuries. 

Maven turns, his gaze moving off of me feels like the removal of heavy shackles. “It would do you well to not press me. You’re worth as much whole as you are broken.” 

There’s the strangest hint of something more to his voice. I wonder if he’s speaking to more than just me. “You haven’t won until that voice in your head telling you that you’re not enough is silenced.”

“You’re a powerless girl who isn’t even wanted by a dying cause and couldn’t find a husband to drag her above the poverty line. You know nothing about me, and if you keep pretending I’ll slaughter you in front of your dear friend.” 

He leaves without another word. I fall asleep with my back against the wall and my ribs aching. 

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

you know what, let’s turn the angst up, some hc’s/ a borederline fic but in bullet points based off some tags i wrote on this ask which expands on the last point of this post which is based off this post (yeah i know,, its a lot off cross reference but !!!!)

to summarise points from the previous posts: s3 introducing an evil five, who convinces the hargreeves siblings that he is their five, causing them to turn on actual five, breaking his heart and causing the apocalypse. 

Somehow evil five convinces the siblings that hes their five, hes cool, calm and collected while actual five is frantic, the ever expanding fear of losing his family dawning on him causing him to panic.

this being unlike five, or at least his siblings thinking its not like him to be manic, believing evil five that actual five is merely an imposter

so evil five gives them a plan, dont let five know that they think he isnt their brother, then either luther will knock him out, or do what he did for vanya, get him unconscious and easy to move

then lock him up in one of reginalds many chambers that they were more than aware of

 So thats what they did

luther greeting five “its okay buddy, we know youre our brother” he says, giving Five the first hug he had received in 60 years

only to have his windpipes crushed, struggling against his brother who he loves ever so dearly until he passes out, tears filling his eyes as he realised, they dont believe him

he wakes up in a dark padded room, the small glass window on the door showing the glum faces of his siblings, just staring at him

in a state of desperation hed slam himself against the glass, begging them to see through evil fives facade but they dont

they just watch him as in his stressed state his powers fail on him

and then his siblings who he has killed for leave him, locked up, theyve betrayed him

the icing on the cake, evil five turning around just before stepping away and giving Five the most sinister grin and leaving

Fives heart breaks, well and truly, he can’t even think, hes so hurt its numbing, his family who he has seen die 3 times, saved them from two apocalypses, killed for and pushed himself to the limit for, dont even recognise him, cant even tell him apart from a different version of himself

and he cries, but his tears arent liquid, bright blue drops of power seep from his eyes, before turning into streams flowing from him, quickly filling up the room and licking at his skin like flames, it wasnt him who was controlling this, it was someone else but he was too weak to fight it

it takes him over, ripping down the room flowing like a stream

yet his siblings are dealing with their own dramas, evil five taking off his blazer in the car, revealing his ever so bare arms, no tattoo, no scar from removing the tracker, no nothing

klaus whispers over to diego about five having no tattoo and a harrowing feeling wracks through them, they betrayed five, their five, their five who had lived through the apocalypse for them, who had became an assassin just to get back to them, who had killed for them, they betrayed and didn’t believe him

theyd somehow deal with evil five, possibly knocking him out then just, doing something im not too sure yet

then they rush back to five, expecting to find him safe and sound in the academy yet were greeted by screaming civilians running away from town, blue waves crashing through the city

as they got closer to the source of the blue that was ripping apart buildings they expected to see Five fighting it off, only to find fives limp body suspended in the middle

“Please five, we’re sorry!” but he couldn’t hear them

and then he explodes, blue power ripping through buildings, tearing the world apart

and then it slows, speeds up, rewinds then stops

everything is still as five wakes up, heart heavy, seeing everything frozen except for one being, holding a hand out for five to take

saying how he doesnt belong here, he is the child of time after all, even possibly a child of the gods

hes been through so much pain that he doesnt deserve and its time for him to rest, finally leave the pain behind, and five takes this hand

everything starts again, time continues as the siblings look upon the spot where five was, but he was gone, only they seemed to remember the world being torn apart by their brother, everyone around them just going on with their lives

five was gone, he was missing again and it was their fault

they hoped hed come back maybe in a few days, maybe weeks

but as months passed and he didnt come back they realised the damage theyd done

how it couldve all been avoided if theyd just checked for the tattoo, or just listened 

they all drift apart, unable to be in the same room without fighting, pointing the blame at each other for their brothers disappearance

as this was going on, five would be recovering, where he belongs, able to watch over his sibling but unable to be hurt, somewhere where time doesnt pass for him, being able to return when hes ready

when his heart stops hurting

[yayneloveart]

Turnabout Goodbyes part 2...

Phoenix and Maya just immediately accept that they need to pretend to be this crazy old man's kids to get info out of him, +10 stars

I always thought that Keith was Meg's boyfriend/husband because of the line 'it's okay Keith, you can call me dad' (like how some child-in-laws will call their spouses parents 'mom' and 'dad' after a while if they become close enough). I guess Yanni thought that if he acted like he thought Phoenix was a long estranged child the old man dearly missed, he might not suspect him of anything.

(While looking up to confirm that Keith is his son, I found out that the 'Yanni' part of his name is supposed to be a pun on 'Yawny' since he pretends to sleep a lot)

Wait, there's no tasing in the anime?????? -1,000 stars for the lack of tasers

Larry running in acting like a super hero... +10 stars for "BUTZ MAN"

He actually admits he was looking for the balloon instead of trying to hide it. AND THEN HE CALLED IT HIS "INFLATABLE EMPLOYEE", 1,000 stars to the show, 1 million to the writer who wrote that line

"But that's like your opinion man!" Either the higher ups had no idea what this referred to and didnt ask, or they did know and let the writer keep it in the script. Either way, 1,000 stars for the reference

'You cant handle the truth, can you?????' Anime Larry is a million times cooler than Game Larry. 1 million stars for a great second reference and comeback to Von Karma despite knowing his was going to knock him back with a snap.

Oh yeah, and no 'Kiyance' this time around. I wonder what made them take her out.

"He probably just sneezed and set off the camera" "I did not! I just yawned and farted", 1 billion stars to the show and writers for this episode

Despite having no idea who he is, the credits decided to use Yogi's real name in the credits with his voice actor instead of just calling him 'old man' or 'caretaker'. Not taking away stars because that's just dumb

Baby Edgey using the term 'kangaroo court' in the series where every court scene is a 'kangaroo court', +100 points

Phoenix saying Edgeworth's first name??? Did he ever do that in the games??? Either way, +1,000 stars for the gey

MAYA FREAKING OUT AND HUGGING PHOENIX WHO IS THEN FORCED TO HUG GUMSHOE, 1 BILLION STARS

Welp, at least Anime Von Karma thought ahead and decided to type up the note instead of writing it so no one could recognize his handwriting. No stars because fuck Von Karma

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART

AND YOURE TO BLAME

YOU GIVE LAW A BAD NAME

I dunno that came to mind during Grossberg's testimony, which was a great idea Anime Phoenix.

Omg, Maya is still holding the metal detector despite there being no logical reason for it. Did they not think of a reason for her to hang onto it so that they could later find the bullet in Von Karma's shoulder?

OMG GREGORY EDGEWORTH ASKING IF MILES WAS OKAY THOUGH MISTY IM GONNA CRY, 1 BILLION POINTS TO HIM

Question, how bad does a burn have to be to remove finger prints? I once gave myself a 2nd degree burn on my thumb and my finger print came back after it healed. I've also cut my fingers a lot over the years and the finger print always healed good as new. (Just checked the pictures, it looks like your fingerprints exist through the layers of skin, so you would have to get bad 3rd degree burns to destroy your fingerprints, and by then your fingers would be gone too)

POLLY STILL SOUNDS SO WEIRD BEING VOICED BY A PERSON

AW WE SEE A PICTURE OF POLLY JENKINS AND IT MAKES HER SUICIDE SO MUCH SADDER, +100 STARS TO POLLY JENKINS, RIP

D8 showing how much of a scumbag Hammond was and how he screwed over Yogi makes everything feel EVEN SADDER, I DONT HAVE ANYMORE STARS TO GIVE FOR THIS SADNESS

So this one is pretty long so I'm going to save the rest of it for another post.

[h3l10tr0p3]

BNHA MANGA 278 SPOILERS

Villains are coming. Chaos prevails. Any Hero on the frontlines is wondering right now- How the hell do I stop this?

And at first the option of putting everyone to sleep seems like a swell idea. Humane, even.

So Why is Sedating A Villain Illegal?

Isn't that exactly what Midnight does with her quirk? Maybe you can’t sedate people with things Other than quirks. But Yaoyaorozu is also using her quirk to make the sedating agent. So it didn’t make much sense to me at first.

• One possibility is that Heroes are not allowed to handle weapons other than the support gear required to reduce the kickback of their own quirk. Hero Commission looks over every costume upgrade and supervises this process very minutely so that the Heroes cannot have lethal weapons on their person. Even Snipe might not be allowed to use actual bullets, although he is allowed to use a gun- maybe he has to resort to rubber bullets. In this case Yaoyaorozu will be handing out these jars of incredibly strong anaesthetic agent to other Hero students whose quirk has nothing to do with sedation. In their hands, it becomes a potentially harmful weapon. For comparison think of cops using tear gas. Provided they are facing the enemy, it should probably be overlooked...(probably)

• The Concentration of Sedative Agent. In all probability every Hero has to conform to certain quirk regulations. Like Midnight her quirk, somnambulist, which uses inhalational sedative agent, can use it only under a certain concentration limit. Anaesthetic agents at high concentrations can cause death, if there were any by-stander around it could reach them and kill them easily. So it makes sense to limit how much of this potentially lethal gas she can produce.

• Gigantomachia is HUGE. Taller than Mt. Lady. And the body-weight of a person is directly proportional to the amount of anaesthetic agent needed to produce sedation. If Yaoyaorozu makes an inhalation agent (like Midnight’s quirk) strong enough to stop this guy, you can bet it will easily kill by-stander heroes/villains. One way to avoid spread is to put it via intravenous route (I dont think syringes are gonna work on that rock-hide) or throw them in his mouth (Midnight got smacked trying to reach his face, so I’m dubious about this one.) Inhalation route will be effective, and will save many heroes if Yaoyaorozu also provides facemasks. But you can say goodbye to the villains.

• Another reason why using it is illegal is related to the Villain Mustard, who was captured at the Summer Camp after the Vanguard kidnapped Bakugou. It seems laughably easy for people gifted with quirks like his to produce gases of chemical warfare and kill anyone around them. Just imagine your annoying next door neighbour oozing napalm, VX nerve gas or Agent Orange in a fit. This probably led to the prejudice against emitter types like Mustard and started them down the villain path.

So considering all these things, yeah, it makes sense to make this illegal. And kind of a no-brainer. But what are the implications of this?

Some of them maybe like so-

Yaoyaorozu might be forced to produced a lethal dose to just put down Gigantomachia unless she has an ingenious way to contain fall out.

All the students in the back-lines would be forced to commit involuntary manslaughter for the sake of self-defense. I do not say for it is ‘their duty as Heroes’ because killing people, civilian or Villain is against the law, whether they did it consciously or not. (I shiver to think of the horror and psychological trauma they would experience when they realize what they’ve done)

The only reasons why Endeavour got away from murdering a High End is because (1) Noumus are not legally seen as human beings (Tell Shirakumo that) and (2) Endeavour has a hell of a legal team, plus the HC backing him as the No.1 Hero. He cannot be accused of something illegal because the society is depending on him to be the Next No.1.

The children will not have such defense. If there is a public litigation against them (like imagine if Re-destro got captured and asked for a lawyer) for using excessive force and chemical agents, then the teachers will have to take responsibility for their actions because they are minors and cannot be tried for the decisions taken by the teacher (Midnight).

Therefore, Midnight isnt just sanctioning a very dangerous attack and throwing kids in the line but also taking the risk of potentially losing her job and Hero license (if not her life on the battlefield). She is doing it for the greater good, and she wants to stop the Villains from causing more life and property damage, no matter the cost. It takes guts and a lot of confidence in the kids to be able to do that. She trusts Yaoyaorozu That Much.

All things considered, even if Yaoyaorozu had decided to tuck tail and run, I wouldn’t think any less of her, because this is a Tall Fucking order for a goddamn teenager. But like the fucking Queen she is, she has a plan and is ready to kick ass. (Please let her pull this off flawlessly!!!)

Other far-off, possible implications (and some personal HCs) can be-

If this incident is taken to court and Midnight is found guilty:

No doubt the U.A. faculty would stand beside her decision and support her. This may lead to a public unrest. First off, the Lodge Attack was poorly executed despite having lots of time to prepare for the event. The Heroes will be under severe scrutiny for the unprecedented, and perhaps unnecessary loss of life for this mission. Secondly, a U.A. teacher apparently pushed Heroes-in-training in the line of fire. Why were the children there at all? Why bring them to a place where the supervisors couldn’t guarantee their safety?

The Hero Commission will be under fire, it might look for a scapegoat to escape their poor decisions- this is where they might shift the blame onto Midnight and the U.A. faculty for not professional misconduct. Thus forcing Nedzu to make changes in U.A., which I doubt he’ll budge on because U.A. has done nothing wrong. The friction between the HC and UA might therefore force HC’s hand and remove Nedzu, and bring about a complete makeover of the school system and administration (Shiketsu comes to mind in this scenario). Imagine an Umbridge now taking reigns of UA and making it more militaristic and oppressive.

Imagine if that was the objective of figureheads in the HC all along? What if the ‘Traitor’ isn’t with LoV but a simple information broker whose job is to simply expose the flaws and cracks in U.A.’s education system and turn public opinion against it, so that the HC could replace it’s current adminstration? What if this Traitor had access to all this information, knew who wanted it, and decided to let U.A. butt heads with LoV whilst advancing their own agenda?

What if the HC was the villain all along?

Just shower thoughts. (it got really out if hand in the end there...)

[akambo0]

Do guns kill people or do people kill people?

By: Asante’ Ambo | Apr/4/2020

The question do guns kill people or do people kill people have been going around for a long time now, others would say do guns protect people or kill people. Let me tell you this, I say that people are killing people. We hear people say that if we get rid of guns, mass shootings will decrease but guns are not the problem here the people are the problem. We the people of the society need to come together fix this problem with us. I say that because even if you take away guns from the equation the answer will remain the same because we the people are going to continue killing each other. We need to find permanent and efficient ways to avoid gun violence or just violence in general instead of blaming it on guns. We need to own up to our actions and stop sidetracking it on something else.

From the article Guns don’t kill people. People kill-people it’s time we get rid of people. From mcsweeneys.net states “People are fallible, temperamental, and prone to fluctuating states like depression and anger. Frankly, not a species befitting deadly weapons designed for immediate and irreversible destruction.” Another example shown is “If you lay a semiautomatic handgun on a kitchen table, it would just sit there, not hurting anyone, making the room instantaneously safer. But, say a toddler walks into the kitchen (maybe the toddler has had a bad day or someone gave him too much juice), and goes on a shooting rampage. See how the toddler is the problem in this scenario? Toddlers should not be allowed in kitchens. Where is that legislation?” Yes I know that this may seem bizarre but it is the truth and we need to acknowledge it as a society and realize people are the problem in the equation.

From the website churchoftherock.ca, says “NO, GUNS ACTUALLY DO KILL PEOPLE!” The person says this because “A few years ago a pastor friend of mine in the American Mid-West had to conduct a very sad funeral for a 7 year old girl. The father was not law enforcement, requiring him to carry a gun, nor does the family live in a high crime neighborhood where people think they need to carry a gun for protection. In fact much of the community is made up of Mennonites and Amish, not people normally known as violent offenders. My pastor friend told me that on any given Sunday there might be a dozen men ‘packing heat’ in the church service. He felt somehow comforted by that fact. I personally would be terrified given that it is usually me that offends people in church. One ill-conceived Mennonite joke in a sermon and I might have a dozen bullets flying my way. No thanks. here is the point I am going to make in this post. The more guns that are out there, the more innocent people are going to die. Guns actually do kill people. There is no doubt that if the father did not own a handgun, his daughter would still be alive. It is that simple.” Even though he is right about the father not needing to have a gun on him when there were no treats around. That still doesn’t mean that the fact about the gun being present is the reason the girl died. She died because of a major freak accident. Yes he could have left the gun home but that still doesn’t mean that guns are the ones to blame. Humans tend to make their own decisions and that is what the father did, he made his own decision but killing the girl was not on the agenda, so I don’t see why we need to band guns because of a freak accident like this.

Yes guns don’t kill people, but they are used to kill people. But that is the same for any other object that is used as a weapon. Like for instance when someone is stabbed, you don’t hear people screaming that we should ban knives but they would’ve if it were guns, when in all honesty it’s we the people and our reckless/dangerous actions and we need to truly understand that. If we get rid of guns will the killing stop? Aren’t people going continue killing people by using an alternative as a weapon? All these are still factor, yes removing guns can lessen mass shootings; add ease to robberies, etc.  But in order to have true peace and put an end to the question, do guns kill people or do people kill people? We need to come together as one and create alternatives instead of running straight to violence whether it is killing or fighting.

References

Hutto Sarah Oct, 1, 2019, “GUNS DON’T KILL PEOPLE. PEOPLE KILL PEOPLE. IT’S TIME WE GET RID OF PEOPLE” https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/guns-dont-kill-people-people-kill-people-its-time-we-get-rid-of-people

“NO, GUNS ACTUALLY DO KILL PEOPLE!” https://www.churchoftherock.ca/blog/no-guns-actually-do-kill-people/

[ofjcnos-blog]

theres me, and then theres trash and honestly??? the difference is not big at all ASDFJ. with that in mind, you can call me gi ! and well, let me just say i might suck at introductions but i am so so so excited for this group and to see all of these muses come to life !!

the app ….

★彡 ( cindy kimberly + twenty + muse 37 ) isn’t that juno navarro over there? i heard she joined faction greek after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip because OF HER INVOLVEMENT IN HER SORORITY. hopefully they fit in there – they’re EFFULGENT, but also OBSTREPEROUS. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. 

the synthesis …

white colored toe nails dipped into salty waters, coconut scented shampoo lingering on hair strands, giggles falling through plump lips while sneaking through windows at three am, juno evangeline navarro is gripping words of a novel dancing on paper. the concept of her pulling you into an ocean that you dont want to remove yourself from no matter how much water fills your lungs. the second child, and the baby of the family in and out, juno story takes place by the coast. her childhood into her teen years reeking of beach days, bonfires, year long tans, and memories that would last a lifetime. her father, raising his two children with the help of only his parents always did the best to make sure his girls grew up in a safe environment. one filled with love and support. and for that, he gained not only the title of best friend in their hearts, but their rock, their world. their grandparents of course only one step behind him. and their mother? being a story that juno tried to burry between the lines. drown in her happiness, her family, her friends. not wanting to think about her, feel anything for her. juno seemed to do everything and anything she could to rid her head of memories of her. and considering her mother took her and her sibling, and dropped them off on the front steps of their fathers house , at only six , and never looked back again no one can say they blame her.

personality ….

known as the lion hearted, juno is light and love combined with a sense of playfulness and ebullient that you can somehow never get out of your head . she is a big hearted beauty, who loves with her all and as her sibling would tell her loves too hard. good intentions flow throughout her body, and despite her claiming up and down that she doesn’t need anybody she is truly someone who attaches themselves to you. she is always teasing somebody, and has a sense of adventure that surely comes from her upbringing. she feels most at home surrounding by friends, and family. she is someone who will drag you out of bed in the middle of the night for a late night drive with good music, and the first person who’ll jump in front of a bullet for you. she feels deeply, but does not always know how to deal with those feelings. she can be jealous, stubborn, and trust issues are rooted so deeply into her she doesnt know where they begin and she ends. she loves laughing, and feeling alive? which she will do anything to achieve. its like her own little high and shes an addict. an adrenaline junkie her father would call her. she’s affectionate with those she loves, and of course when shes drunk. she craves meaningful connections with those around her, and falls into a darkness when she feels as if shes disconnected. her mother left this sense of needing to be needed and wanted within her, but shes dealing.

misc/head cannons/extras ….

aesthetics ;; the wind against your skin as you hang out the passengers side window, simple shaped necklaces hanging between collarbones, swatches of highlighters filling her arms after a trip in sephora, singing loudly in the back of ubers, dancing and singing in the shower as if shes at her own concert, french vanilla iced coffee, tan feet in clear ocean waters, coconut tanning oil, strawberry flavored chapstick and strawberry flavored vodka, glossy lips, flowered skinned juuls, moans in the backseat of her car, affectionate hugs, colorful facemasks, text messages to friends that start with ‘biiitccchhh’, snapchat filters, conspiracy theories, neck kisses, soft giggles, glittery bath bombs, fruit platters, the sound of the ocean, dancing around in her room with nothing but panties on.

i want to say that despite her sorority?? she’s not a ; every man for themselves ‘ kind of person? like she is that girl to help, to share, to confide in. and the only reason she kind of stuck with her fraction is because they are her people? like her loyalty and attachment refuses to let her not stick with them? 

she’s majoring in psychology, and full heartedly loves it? but it is something that is definitely deeper then just finding a career path for her. even if she wont fully admit it.

for the longest time? she use to have sleep terrors, she even went to therapy for two years because of it. they dont happen too much anymore, but here and there she gets them. of course this came from her mother. 

* her mother abandoned her on her fathers front steps, and its a memory that still lives in her head? that and the drug issue her mom had. 

connections ….

platonic soulmates, childhood friends, friends who drifted away, family friends, cousins on either her mother or fathers side, first love, classmates, a tutor??, friend group she’s inseparable with, ex best friends, ex lovers, friends with benefits, neighbors, someone who broke her heart, college roommates, someone she uses for sex, someone who uses her for sex, bad and good influences, a confidant, her ‘mom’ friend, just give me everything and anything please.

[caro-of-the-valley]

How can I overcome the guilt of being a bad communicator when im angry? I’ve been told I come off passive aggressive. im just in my head a lot and thinking of a respectful way to react. Other people view it as childish for not communicating my feelings instantly. Its hard for me to know what im feeling and why and i just feel like thats for me to figure out BEFORE I bring an issue to someone. For context i met this guy and I feel like we both moved too fast out of lust. He was going through alot (idk why i always attract ppl at this stage in their life) He lost a family member, and just got out of a relationship. He said the relationship was dead long before it was over but he was still working through things within himself because of it. He said he still felt emotionally available, but i’m realizing now when he still had a lot to work on he was removing the romance aspect of that.. which i didnt understand at the time and asked twice because I felt confused. So I let him know I dont want anything casual/FWB, and he said he didnt either. We’d hang out and he’d be like “we’re on a date” and it felt manipulative once I really started to think about it. Why use that language if we arent actually building on something? After we were intimate with eachother he said “i wouldnt fall in love with me right now. I just dont have the capacity to receive/give love romantically how i normally would” i didnt say anything then because he was being honest and vulnerable but it hurt. I felt manipulated. Probably manipulated myself into thinking something good could come from this. I dont have many experiences with good/honest men. Even though that is the bare minimum.. I wanted to hold on because i felt like i deserved to be loved, but also recognized he cant.. and i just feel like he had just as much responsibility to leave me alone knowing that. I’m also holding myself accountable because so did I. I left something at his house and went to go get it. I was so passive aggressive, told him nothing was wrong, tried to walk away from him after getting my stuff. I thought it would be best to just ghost him. I already caught feelings and it’d hurt too much if he chose to gaslight me to my face. I didnt want to break down in front of him. He called me once i got to my car and cursed at me.. i was so triggered i brought everything i was feeling to his attention in an accusatory way and i feel so much guilt because i feel like maybe if i wasnt so emotional about the situation he would’ve heard me out. I just felt like he could’ve been more sensitive and understanding to how i reacted especially because I previously explained i’ve been through emotionally/sexual abuse. He called me selfish, told me we’re done and its all my fault, and didn’t even acknowledge my explanation for reacting that way. I apologized a few days later once I cooled off but he ignored it, told me if i had more grace he’d have more empathy..and blocked me. Then he went on twitter ranting about “weird women” and it hurt. He knew i would see it. I dont think i’d ever rekindle anything with him. Im not sure if i dodged a bullet or let my anxiety get the best of me. I’m dealing with a lot of guilt for how it ended even though i tried to rectify things, and I think we both could’ve handled eachother better or maybe i am selfish..? Regardless how can I move on from the guilt of how it ended and him in general? Should I block him back?

(Thank you for trusting me with this story, but please note that I have not gone through something similar, and my advice might not be entirely helpful. It only comes from my own observation)

Sounds like you both have faults that clashed with each other, meaning you could blame either both of you or neither of you. Things could've been handled better, but they weren't. Instead of focusing on what could've been, try thinking of something you've learnt from this experience and how to avoid it in the future.

If you feel as if you can't rekindle with him, there's nothing wrong with blocking him.

When it comes to being a bad communicator when angry, I believe you just need time for yourself to process and cool down. In trusted relationships, when you're feeling alright, tell them that you prefer to be left alone when angry. Passive aggressiveness appears in a lot of introverts, so you are not different or evil for being cautious.

On how to handle the guilt, try reasoning as to why it might not be your fault. Otherwise, don't be afraid to seek reassureance from trusted people.

I hope this helps. You are worthy of love, even if you can't see it💜

[wanna1things]

CEO!Kang Daniel AU

Genre;; ceo!au, business!au,, job!au are these things?? ++FLUFFFFF

Warnings;; none that i know of

Pairing;; Kang Daniel x reader

Requested?;; yes (by anon)

Summary;; Your first time talking to your boss, the one and only CEO Kang Daniel, went a little wrong, but oh so right…

Style;; bullet point….

Word Count; 1559

This is kind of inspired by a) a tv show i saw once and b) a video my mum showed me about the london olympics lol so yhh

Kang Daniel is the powerhouse of W1 advertising company (excuse me i’m terrible at coming up with names for things;;)

No kidding,, he managed to score official advertising for the Korean winter olympics like;; what?? How?? Persuasion king???

Not only is he talented as hell in the business sector

Hes also MAD good looking

He managed to rise to the top at a super young age because of his skills and he constantly has the older female office workers crowding around him and swooning,,

I mean who wouldn’t swoon over Kang Daniel???

The first time you see him is when you first join W1 as a sketch artist for the production sector

Daniel’s secretary Seongwoo is just showing you around the office when you notice Kang Daniel

Sitting in his office

Stuffing gummy bears into his mouth

Like woah hold up a second?? The professional CEO-god Kang Daniel is literally STUFFING himself with sweets??

You take a mental note of this like ok you can use it for blackmail if you need to

After a few months of working there the official sketches for the olympics adverts are needed

And boyyy is Daniel GRILLING your department

Everyones working themselves to the bone and Daniel just keeps on;; turning down every idea

So you decide to take matters into your own hands

And order him a personalised box of chocolates with ‘cheer up’ on them

Funny idea

Would’ve been even funnier if you hadn’t left the receipt in the bag when you placed it on his desk that morning

With your name on it.

It didn’t take long for a call to come through to your desk that was just daniel practically shouting into the speaker

‘Come to my office now or you’re fired’

OHHH no you’re screwed sorry not sorry

As soon as you step foot in his office you just feel overwhelming dread like ohhhh my god

Dont go losing your job!!

But instead of screaming in your face he just calmly asks you to take a seat opposite him,,

‘You’re y/n, yes?’

Well duh

‘And you’ve been working here for 3 months right?’

‘Yes, Mr Kang’

‘Did Ong put you up to this??’

He asks holding up the box of chocolates

With half of them missing

Without even thinking you say,, in shock,,

‘You ate half of them already?? It’s only been half an hour??’

He laughs that cute lil laugh and smiles so softly and you just feel your heart skip a beat like ohhh god why is he so charming???

‘So you did it yourself. No need for the formalities, y/n, just call me Daniel.’

Excuse me

Your superior wants you to call him by his first name because;; you sent rude chocolates to his office

‘Thanks for the chocolates by the way, I didn’t realise I was being that harsh to your department that it warranted a rude box of chocolates.’

Uh oh here comes the you’re fired

‘I’m so sorry Mr Kang-’

‘No, y/n, I told you to call me Daniel! And there’s no need to apologise because now you’re making the whole plan on your own’

It takes a second for you to process what he said

You, someone who has worked there for not even half a year, has been given the sole responsibility to create the plan for the OLYMPIC ADVERTISING CAMPAIGN WHAT

While you’re just drowning in your thoughts he shoos you out of the room with a quick

‘I expect a basic plan in two days time, y/n. I’ll be waiting~’

He smiles that damn sweet smile and slams the door shut right in front of your shocked face

Oh my god

So much work

uHH tiny time skip

Its tomorrow basically;; and;; you’re nowhere near finished

The deadline for the basic plan is due at 9am tomorrow and it’s currently 7pm and you have absolutely no ideas

Daniel basically banned the rest of the department from talking to you so you couldn’t even ask them for ideas??

The office is almost empty except for you, and the light’s still on in Daniel’s office but nobody is in there so;; he probably left it on (don’t do that kids it’s bad for the environment)

The last person left besides you in your department is just leaving when Daniel returns from well,,, wherever he was

She turns to you, pats your shoulder and whispers

‘Good luck, y/n, if you’re too stuck just ask Mr Kang, he’s not as bad as he seems.’

You nod to her and say goodbye and turn back to your blank computer screen

The minutes feel like hours as you rack your brain for ideas and it’s almost like you’re in a trance;;

That is, until, a voice by your ear whispers

‘Y/n~ you should’ve asked me for help!!’

Of course its Kang Daniel uh oh

He plops himself down in the seat next to yours and begins to supply you with ideas

Before the clock even turns 9pm you’re finished!! And you’re so pleased you spin around on your spinny chair (i love those) and throw your arms around Daniel

He just laughs and hugs you back

‘Well done, y/n’

Then you realise what you’ve done haha good one y/n real clever;;

And you quickly remove your arms apologising profusely while he just smiles at you and giggles lightly

And in the dim light of your computer screen you realise

God

You have a crush on your boss

He continues to help you with the project after everyone else has left until you have the perfect idea

The adverts are going to be interviewing the loved ones of the athletes and talking about supporting them and helping them to achieve their dream

By the end of the month all of your ideas are finalised and you’re ready to start filming

Both you and Daniel go to the filming, him as the CEO and you as the original creator

You both stay behind after the initial filming and mess around a bit with the camera

You manage to catch a video of him stuffing his face with gummy bears and he videos you dancing along to the songs they were playing for the photoshoots bless

And as you’re watching the various videos of Daniel back you just realise that damn;; you’ve fallen HARD

His smile just makes your chest ache because it’s so cute and you’re so in love!!

But no he’s your boss stop

After that initial filming he suddenly stops attending the filming sessions

That is, until the last session when he pulls aside the cameraman and well; who knows what he did you couldn’t hear

He still hasn’t spoken to you properly and you’re beginning to think he’s sussed out your mASSIVE crush on him oh dear

So you take the opportunity to leave early and go cry into some ice cream while on the phone to your best friend in your department

Who reassures you it’s all okay but what do they know ??

The next day you walk into work in a slump with bags under your eyes because boy that ice cream food baby made it hard to sleep comfortably

Not to mention you’re nearly an hour late because of traffic

As you log in to your computer you realise you have an email?? From Daniel??

Its subject is simply ‘completed’ and it has nothing inside except for a video attachment, which you assume is the final cuts of all of the videos from the past sessions

So you watch it but as you near the end you notice something is up

There’s an extra 3 minutes?? Why??

And boom a smiley Daniel appears onscreen (prepare for cheese)

‘Y/n~~! It’s your favourite CEO!! I didn’t know how to confess to you so;; I planned this with help from Seongwoo so if this doesn’t work blame him’

Wait

Confess

‘So… I’ve liked you pretty much since the first day you appeared and saw me eating all those gummy bears;; but since we’ve worked together on this project my feelings have grown and i’m proud to say that i love you, y/n!! I will support you until you can achieve your dream and even beyond! You complete me~’

Oh my god cheesY

‘But i think you should take a look in your desk drawer…’

So of course uhh you open your drawer and there’s a pack of gummy bears with a post-it stuck to it that reads ‘come to the roof’

Then realisation sinks in

You’re an hour late the poor guy will have been waiting on that cold ass roof for an hour better get up those stairs quick

As you reach the top you notice Daniel standing in the middle of the roof with a small bouquet of flowers dressed up in this rEALLY NICE GREY SUIT (god even imagining it he looks handsome af)

He spots you, smiles and waves at you, thrusting the flowers towards you

‘I thought you’d never come! I was beginning to think you’d rejected me!’

He laughs and scratches his neck, his cheeks BRIGHT red

‘Ahh, Daniel I would never!’

He pulls you towards him and softly presses his lips against yours, confirming both of your feelings for one another

As he pulls back smiling he whispers

‘That was a long time coming but it was so worth it’

And you smile because you would never have guessed that from the first time you spoke to him that it would end up like this

He really is the persuasion king lmao

ahhh second au first request!! hopefully you guys like it lmao it took me ages to think of a plotline ;; and its kind of short yikes