#[i put it under a read more since it got long looool]

[jundlcndwastes]

Juniper had been dehydrated for so long that it felt like every gulp of water wasn't nearly enough. Even the plate of food that the doctor had brought her didn't feel like it was ever going to be enough. As much as she wanted to scarf it all down, she had been taking her time with it, as if that was all that would be able to be divvied up to her while she was here. That kind of mentality came from someone used to having to ration out their food because they didn't know when they'd be fed next. The funny thing was, Redstar had the supplies, they just kept it all locked up; another form of control Slade had over his people.

She thought about his words, how he said that she had made the right decision coming here to Alexandria. As hesitant as she was about coming here, uncertainties still not shaken just yet, so far she was glad that she had made the decision to come here after all. The worn-down girl hadn't been past the gates five minutes before she was being whisked away to the infirmary to receive immediate medical assistance. She'd been given a bed to rest in, water to drink, and food to eat. Nobody had meant her any harm (as far as she could tell) and Daryl had even come to check on the newcomer to make sure she was doing okay so far. That didn't mean she still didn't feel on edge just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

❝ Thank you, ❞ she spoke quietly, a croak in her voice, echoing the hardships that she had been through leading up to being here. That 'thank you' meant a whole lot and even if she couldn't convey it all right now, she hoped that he at least understood to a certain degree that she really was grateful that he had told her about this place. For all either of them knew, she could have been dead instead of resting in a bed right now. When he mentioned having to leave, Juniper nodded her head, laying back down on her side once he disappeared from the room. Her body needed rest, but something deeper than fear prevented her from wanting to close her eyes to get the sleep she deserved.

Any time that August had been allowed outside of the walls of Alexandria, he was out there looking for his daughter, the only thing left he had in this destructible world. The day that they had been separated played on a loop in his mind day in and day out, questioning how good memory actually was. He constantly tried to recall details, to remember the faces of the people who ambushed them, specifically who grabbed Juni. He tried remembering any vehicles around that might have been lying in wait. Anything that engrained itself in his memory, he tried using as a clue to find her, but he always came back empty, and he always came back feeling guiltier and guiltier, like it was somehow his fault he'd been shot in the leg and couldn't stop them from taking her.

The good people of Alexandria had taken him in not long after that, helping him with this injury and barely healing before he was adamant about getting back out there and finding her, constantly reminded that the world was too big and she could be anywhere. That was something that weighed heavy on his chest - she really could be anywhere; either far away or just within reach and he wouldn't even realize it. So when he wasn't out there, he was in here making himself a useful civilian, taking up mechanical work.

Despite his desperation, he'd just barely heard word that a newcomer was sitting in the infirmary. He'd been busy working on the innards of a rundown Chevy that everyone else said was scrap metal, but no, to a mechanic there was much potential. Hands were wiping away at a rag that was dirtied up as it was when Daryl rounded the corner of the garage, not bothering with a greeting but instead telling him something he'd been longing to hear since he got to this place. Juniper was found.

Everything was dropped immediately; the rag fell to the ground and there was a clatter of metal as a wrench was forgotten. August's legs couldn't take him to the infirmary fast enough and he practically kicked open the door to see if what Daryl was saying was true. The moment his eyes landed on his daughter, the only thing in the world that mattered to him, his eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July. Just looking into her own startled gaze, he could tell that every fear he'd had about losing her was echoed tenfold.

❝ Juni, ❞ he gasped her name as he ran to her side, not giving her the chance to get out of that bed in the state she was in. A million questions ran through his head at once, wondering what had happened to her out there that she'd landed herself in here. His arms scooped her up and held her against his chest, peppering hard kisses against the crown of her head. He was never going to let her go again.

The door to the room slamming open had her heart rate jumping, Juniper immediately sat up in the bed wondering if now was the time the second shoe had finally dropped; that this place wasn't what Daryl had promised it would be but another nightmare coming true. It wasn't though. There was no nightmare emerging from the door, no threat that meant her freedom was being taken away from her again, and nobody that meant her any harm. How fast her heart had been beating before now seemed to freeze in her chest as she laid her brown eyes upon the one face she had been DREAMING of ever since the day she had been separated from him. He was alive.

❝ Dad, ❞ she choked on a sob that she couldn't hold back, immediately trying to scramble out of this bed so that she could get to him and throw her arms around him. He was quicker than she was though, at her bedside in a flash and pulling her into his chest. Juniper suddenly felt like a child again, that same little girl who had lost her mom in a horrible, life-changing accident and relied on the only other person in the universe that she had. They were two halves of a whole, two lone wolves that weren't so alone when they were together, and two hearts that made each other feel at home.

❝ Hey, hey, ❞ she heard him whisper against her hair as he held her tight in his arms, neither one of them minding how injured she might have been, and she certainly wasn't speaking up. ❝ I've been looking all over for you, kid. Where the hell have you been? ❞ He chuckled nervously, a gratitude dedicated to the universe for bringing them back together.

she gulps down water exactly as he'd expect anyone to at this point, and surely, her body needs it. he doesn't exactly know what happened to her out there between their meeting and her showing up on alexandria's doorstep, but daryl had not been lying when he said she didn't look good. it's nice to see her a little more cleaned up and getting some much-needed rest.

her name, though, gives him pause as she finally reveals it. thoughts stir in his mind as if they've all been pulled into a whirlpool. daryl recalls a certain newcomer, august, and the emotional plight he's been talking about for weeks now: that he'd been separated from his daughter and that he wanted to find her. a woman named juniper.

it's a unique name; one daryl wouldn't have forgotten even if he tried. rather than speaking up about this sudden revelation, however, he only nods. it will be up to august himself to confirm or deny her being his daughter. though he does feel that juniper is trustworthy, daryl doesn't know her. not really. the safety of the community always comes first.

‘ you made the right decision comin' here. ’ he chews on his lower lip a little, debating on whether he should let her rest or if he should bring august here now. she does need to sleep, to recover, but maybe that would be easier with her father there. that's if she even wants him there at all— daryl doesn't exactly know the whole story. she might hate her dad's guts. the last thing he wants to do is reunite someone with a parent who doesn't have their best interest in mind. will he risk it?

he decides that if juniper gives him any indication that she doesn't want to be near her father, he will do everything in his power to make it so. it's the least he can do for keeping it from her in hopes that it would be a nice surprise. ‘ i got somethin' i gotta go do, ’ he says, gesturing out the door. ‘ i'll come back later— make sure you're doin' alright. ’

it doesn't take daryl long to find august. all he needs to say is i think i found your kid and they're off towards the infirmary. august's anticipation is almost palpable. when they get there, daryl makes sure to remain by the door— should juniper need him, should this be a decision daryl would come to regret, he needs to be there to be the one to fix it.

[glowingbadger]

Mad respect for the Seteth content. I wasn't expecting him since the students get all the publicity and y'know, the students are fine but no longer being a student myself, yeah I like the guy who works 9-5 and has lived a few years in the real world.

Please, tell us more about office sex with Seteth, or if he might be convinced to make use of other (in)convenient places...

OH I remember I made a shitposty comic a long while back about exactly this looool But yeah, like, the more time goes on, the more strongly I feel that MATURITY and EXPERIENCE are SEXY. Like, I'm sorry, y'all keep your angsty teens who have never touched a boob- I'm tryna get railed by a single dad who can find the clit and has a lot of work stress to vent. I'M JUST SAYING SETETH IS ONE OF LIKE THREE PLAYABLE CHARACTERS WHO HAS CANONICALLY FUCKED

Anyway, let's talk about fuckin in fun places~

Seteth x GN Reader - office sex (and more! :D)

NSFW 18+

- I've mentioned before that Seteth has a very strict "no physical affection during work hours" policy, so it's extremely rare to convince him to engage in anything salacious while he considers himself obligated to his duties. That said- he does have a habit of working long past official administrative hours, and sometimes, tempting him is just about the only way to get him to put down his paperwork for the evening. Sliding onto his lap and playfully nibbling at the point of his ear is a sure-fire way to get his heart pounding and completely break his focus.

- Seteth is generally quite tender in bed by default- it's in his nature to be nurturing and protective of you. But if you've convinced him to fuck somewhere outside of the bedroom, it's either because you've tempted him beyond his sense of reason, or he's got some work stress to get out of his system (by fucking you senseless, naturally). So when it comes to taking you bent over his desk or lifted up against the wall of his office, he'll stuff you full of his cock and pound into you mercilessly until your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open.

- You'll frequently get a bit of a lecture for your wanton behavior. He knows you're quite aware of the effect you have on him when you flaunt your body and tease him with brief touches and double-entendres. Of course, it's hard not to enjoy the lecture when it takes the form of telling you how shamelessly you've been behaving while he pushes his cock so deep you feel a jolt of pain in your gut. If you can take it, he'll pin you face-down onto his desk until he's certain you'll obey and stay in place, then he'll bring down his palm to spank you over and over as your ass bounces against his thrusts.

- He's not much one for the old blowjob-under-the-desk, given that he's a private person by nature, and the idea of anyone but you having any opportunity to encounter his sexual proclivities is absolutely mortifying. Exhibitionism and risky locations aren't really his style in general. That said, he also knows the schedule of everyone working at the monastery in any capacity by heart, so finding opportunities to be alone in any given place isn't as difficult as you might think.

- Other than his office, you may manage to seduce him in the Library once or twice. Given his dedication to ensuring that no inappropriate material be allowed within the students' reach, he spends many a late night pouring over books donated to the Monastery- WHICH, I might add, does more or less imply that Seteth has canonically read more smut than anyone in Fodlan. And it may be one of these more scandalous texts that leads you to comment to him, "Oh, that... actually sounds pretty interesting, wouldn't you say, love?" with a devilish smirk on your face. While he tries to skirt around the issue at first, it's not long before he pulls you to him and tugs away your clothing to thrust his cock between the soft flesh of your thighs, one hand touching you firmly, driving you to cum as fast as possible while the other hand slides his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

- Okay, listen. This is probably too far out of character for me to justify. But imagine. Kneeling between Seteth's legs in a confessional and struggling not to gag around his massive cock while his hand in your hair pushes you down onto him. Just. The conflicting guilt and arousal of defiling a sacred place! The need to cum quickly to minimize risk, but the longing to savor your lips and tongue around him! The thrill of knowing that you adore him enough to want to pleasure him anywhere and any time! The confined space of the confessional and the struggle to stay quiet when your throat constricts around his tip and every fiber of his being is screaming at him to grab you and fuck you breathless! Ugh, it's too good not to at least fantasize about. One wonders if there's any way to convince him to try it.

[what-a-messsss]

2x3 rewatch

I keep forgetting that Brach is still in S2.  Oops.  Also, I apparently went to check something in S6 last time I watched something, so it started at 6x2 instead of 2x3 and I yelled.  But anyway, on with this mess.  “Death Came in Like Thunder” apparently.  It sure did.

Ah yes, let us not forget that Branch is MANLEH.  This shall be proven to us by him murdering his cousin, Trunk, with big ax.  Chop chop, Branch, kill Trunk.  But oh no, must also show that he is People Smart, so must also lose because this makes him likable.  And many white people clap.  Yaaaay.  But be sure to say, “I let him win, Ferg,” while your competitor is right next to you, so he almost surely heard you.  Good good.

Oh Ferg.  Could you look more gormless if you tried?  (I mean, probably not, since presumably that was the goal of the actor, so he would have been trying.  But still.)  Bb.

Heh, nice thematic cut to Walt also chopping wood.  And YAY, Henry’s gorgeous truck (and gorgeous self).  I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate the fact that Henry rolls up and just helps himself to some of Walt’s thermos of coffee.  Because of course he does.  But I do so love these touches that they put in that do underline the fact that they are married have been besties for going on 40 years.  Also, I love this jacket of Henry’s.  The woven top, jean jacket sort of one?  Yeah, top 5 costume pieces of his for me.  (Also on that list, all basically tied with each other, basically any pants he wears.  I am reminded, when they cut back out to a full body shot.  Because I am very shallow, and he is very pretty.)

Haaaaaa.  And of course Cady talked to Henry before she talked to Walt.  Walt is a butthead.  And, yeah yeah, she just found out that he’d been lying to her for over a year, but that just proves my point that Walt is a butthead.  And we’re back to this whole idea that she left her phone, which just... ugh.  No.  But Henry’s face when he says that she said that she is safe, and he’s so worried, but still willing to respect her boundaries.

“She is an adult, Walt.”  “She’s my daughter.”  For fuck’s sake, you jackass, your ADULT daughter; that’s the whole flipping point!  Also, that little emphasis on my daughter, pfft.  If you didn’t want to feel like she preferred her cool dad to you, maybe try being less of an AAAAAAASSHOLE.  And, like, respecting her.  Even a weensy little bit.

“Etta Place”  I don’t remember if we find out why that’s the ‘assumed name’ that Cady chose, but I’m intrigued.  Wait, I just googled.  Looooool.  She spent years with Butch and Sundance.  Nice.

Walt is such a soft touch with teens.  *snack crackle pop* that kneecap back into place.  Vic starts this scene saying, “The 911 operator,” though, which is interesting, because I was kind of under the impression that Ruby was the main dispatcher, so it would be kind of heartening if she actually had back up with that.  ...Or maybe they’re just far enough out that a cell call made would be picked up by a tower farther out and have to be routed back in to the station/them.  I have no idea how that actually works.  Another rabbit hole for me to totally not go down.  Hopefully.  Shit.  They’ve apparently upped the fine for trespass since the show, though, because it’s $750 (or 6 months in jail) now and Walt says it’s $500.

And once again, we see Vic actually wearing gloves while investigating a suspicious death, and Walt just squinting into the distance helpfully.  I suppose “things got bad” in Basque country around WWII, but there has been friction there that dates back before the Spanish Civil War, or even the Carlist Wars the previous century.  It did get gnarly with the dictatorship of Franco, and the formation of the ETA in retaliation, though, so yeah.  (Francisco Franco is also on the list of people who anybody with a time machine should go back and beat the shit out of.)

Shit, I forgot about the animal death.

Knock knock, no answer.  Better just wander in without a warrant.  I know that the guy who they know lives there is dead, but still, no fricking warrant; I suppose the worry of a poisoning could count as probably cause?  

Gods, but there are moments when I do absolutely adore Vic, and they are usually when she’s taking the piss out of Walt.  “Reclusive bachelor chic; you and Marco have the same decorator.”  Looool.  But also, sad, because Martha has only been gone for a little over a year, and Walt is not the kind of person who would, like, change stuff and get rid of her things, so that’s kind of odd.  Maybe Henry and/or Cady went though and put away some of her things to try to help Walt move on?  But damn, the ‘excuse you’ look on Walt’s face when she does say it, pffft.

AND AGAIN, Vic wearing gloves, Walt with his bare ass hands picking up the picture of Picasso’s Guernica; can you at least *pretend* you’re a cop, *some* of the time, buddy?

Lol at the barrabilak; they are pretty well by the Rocky Mountains, so it’s probably not all that surprising that Walt’s had some “Rocky Mountain oysters” before.

I had forgotten that Vic had four brothers.  But her comment about Sal going off to look after the sheep and how if someone had told her that one of her brothers were dead she “wouldn’t care about any damn sheep,” I don’t know.  It kind of annoys me.  It’s totally in character for her, which is good, but I think it’s part of what can annoy me about her character.  Different people grieve differently, but also, I know she’s only been in Wyoming for a year or two, tops, but how is it so hard to fathom that someone one would be concerned about their livelihood, even in the face of personal tragedy?  Just, seeing beyond her own very narrow experience doesn’t seem like something she’s very good at.  It would be one thing if she’d framed it as “this is suspicious, and here’s why I think so as a cop,” but it was, “I wouldn’t react that way personally, so it’s sus.”  

Sure, be suspicious because there’s a suspicious death and family members are always suspects until ruled out, but approach it like a cop.  Or at least think about it from more angles than just your own, not terribly similar experience.  You’re a white city cop who can’t (or won’t) adjust to being in BF rural-ville, but these are immigrant shepherds whose family come from a homeland where the cops were just as likely to kill you as answer questions, and you’re side-eying a guy for going to make sure that their meal ticket doesn’t get obliterated?

I need to keep reminding myself that I really did want to like Vic.  I really did.  She just... they don’t make it easy for me.  Maybe she’s serving as an avatar for audience who don’t know about some of the culture stuff, and the audience get answers from her ignorance?  But honestly, I wish they’d picked a different way to handle that, if that’s what they were trying to do.  Her response to Henry being salty about Thanksgiving still really pisses me off.  Because it was shitty and racist, and... do we really need a character basically rolling their eyes and saying, “It was so long ago, why don’t you just get over it,” about something that is intrinsically tied to the genocide of so many people?  Why are Indigenous people just supposed to “get over it” but “Remember the Alamo” and “Southern Pride,” and shit?  Fuck’s sake.  Honestly, that might have been the moment when they lost me on her character.  She has moments where she’s awesome, but they never really address her being fucking racist or give her a chance to grow into a better person.  Which sucks a lot.  Fuck.  Ok, that was a lot.  Sorry.  Back to the actual ep.

AH, nice of you to beam in from the campaign trail, Brancheroo!

Uh, so I paused it to look at pic in the newspaper, and then being me, started to look at the articles surrounding the pic.  And the one with the headline “Fans Injured At Local Game” is actually about the Stewart case?  From 1x3?  I’m guessing that somebody went to the trouble of writing up an article for that for some S1 ep after it and they just plugged it in because when not paused, you might catch “Sheriff Longmire” there and that’s all they need.  Especially since the text starts to repeat after the first paragraph.  (I am the worst pedantic little shit.)  Ooooor, maybe even though it’s S2, it’s hardly been any time since 1x3?  The date on the newspaper is March 31, 2012, so there’s a timeline hint. 

Awwwwww, once Walt points out the bird, Ferg knows exactly what it is.  Occasional twitcher, are we, my lad?  “A red-tip meadowlark,” indeed.  Oh bb; Ferg’s face when he sees Walt looking at the pic of him with Branch in the paper.

“You go too fast, you miss the little things.”  Every once in a while, he actually sort of mentors Ferg.  I wish he did more of that, especially since we see later how capable Ferg can be.

Go suck an egg, Branch.  Why does she get all the “good” assignments?  Maybe because she was actually on the job when they found the body, not campaigning.

OPE.  Lizzie’s gift.  Yeah, I’d probably choke on that coffee if I were you, too, girl.  Better hope that there wasn’t perishable food stuffs in that gift, because that has been in there for a whiiiiiile, hasn’t it.  Wait, was Ferg in the office when Lizzie dropped off the gift?  Because his face said more than just “Did somebody give Vic a present?”  Suuuuper subtle with that whole pushing the drawer closed with your foot there, Vic.  Pfffft.

“Cyrano Caballero”  How daaaare that skeeve take Cyrano’s name in vain?!?!  (I have a thing about Cyrano de Bergerac.  It’s quite possibly my favourite play, and I adore the character, and have exactly 0 chill about it at all.  I find Brian Hooker’s translation of “The Ballade of the duel at the Hotel Bourgogne Between de Bergerac and a Boeotian” with “Then, as I end the refrian, thrust home,” vastly superior to any other translation that I’ve heard or read, though for the rest of it, I will grant that there are others to be preferred.  But that version of his Ballade is exquisite, and I will not be swayed.  Holy shit, FOCUS.  That is so very much not the point.)  It’s not even a throw away line in this ep, it’s just a random, very well chosen, if utterly appallingly insulting, company name.  It’s actually incredibly clever for what the business is, and if it didn’t make me so stomping mad, I would applaud whoever came up with it heartily.

Vic’s face listening to this jackass’ spiel is a thing of beauty.  “A good woman goes a long way of easing the obvious stresses of your daily life,” the jackass says, cutting his eyes at Vic when he says “obvious stresses,” and I caaaackle.

What is it about this guys’ horrible glasses that just makes him so much more hate-able?  I’m not entirely sure, but kudos to whatever costumer put those on him, because they are perfect.  In the ‘I want to punch him’ way of perfection.

And after all of that about Walt’s “lady friend,” Vic brings Lizzie’s present.  Womp womp.  That went super well.  Yuuuup, run while you can.

Poor Ferg.  Branch manipulates him, Vic ignores him, Walt shuts him down...  Poor guy just can’t get a break.

I actually kind of like this motel manager--the one who “doesn’t judge people” and is a stickler for warrants?  At least somebody in this county cares about warrants.  Also, those doors are actually really pretty.  Nice colour, and the carved scrollwork designs are nice.

What an odd shot: the one when they’re coming out of Walt’s office after talking to Skeevy McGrossFace and Rosa.  It’s a weird sort of shaky-cam stepping back, just preceding Branch walking, and then turns to follow him when he sit’s on his desk.  But it’s a really different style of shot than I can remember, so much so that it’s a bit jarring, especially after the series of nearly stationary close ups that we just had.  Weird. [18:42-18-50]

Cady!  I haven’t made much note of her costuming before this, but it seems notable that’s she’s only in monocromatics.  Especially next to Fales in muted tones, but still some colour, and surrounded by the colourful grafitti of the alley where her mother was stabbed.  Nice way of setting her apart from everything.

SHEEPIES!  Ooooo, that wagon is so cool.  Ah dang, the way that Sal corrects Walt’s pronunciation of his brother’s name is so gloriously passive aggressive.  Good for you, my dude.  Names are important, and people should have the respect to make the effort to get them right.

Aaaaaand Walt, the definition of Do, Don’t Tell, just shoves the guy to keep him from drinking the possibly dangerous water, rather than, like, using his words.  Walt’s gonna Walt.

Iiiiiiiii am a mess, truly.  It cuts to an architectural model and I start giggling like a 6th grader, because I know it’s going to be a Jacob scene.  He’s not even on screen yet, ffs.  HANDS.  I’m fine.  Totally fine.  (That’s totally a lie.  I just rewound to the beginning of the scene because I kept giggling too much to pay attention.  What the hell.)  First time we’ve seen one of the chips, which at this point must be a marketing mock-up, since nothing is built yet.  And he actually types, not just doing the hunt-and-peck thing that is sometimes easier on a tablet.

Looking at the weaving that is up on his wall (maybe a rug?) I’m hoping that the prop people actually did buy from Northern Cheyenne artisans.  They apparently did most of their filming in New Mexico, so I hope they made the effort to get the patterns right, and buy from the actual tribe they’re supposed to be portraying, I guess?  And now I’m distracted by the fact that the random hanging light behind Jacob is at a weird angle?  

Look, ever since I realized that the “Hey,” that Jacob does is apparently just A (thanks to it also happening in That Damned Xmas Movie) I am endlessly amused (and charmed) whenever Jacob does it.  I don’t know why it makes me so happy, but it does.  (This is legitimately embarrassing.  How much trouble I am having focusing.  Beyond my normal focus issues, which, as shown above, are already impressive.  Because thiiiiirst.)

“My boys at the lumber yard did just throw you a campaign rally.”  I love how Jacob is basically apparently not just his secret angel-investor, but also a sneaky campaign manager.  Did Branch just think shit like the rally just happened?  He’s not fricking Ferris Bueller; somebody organizes those.  And apparently it’s either Jacob himself, or someone who Jacob appointed to do so.

“I thought you were just a casino developer.”  You have noooo clue, Brancheroo.  “I prefer to remain a silent partner.  White people get nervous when Indians start taking back their land.”  Oooooope.  Especially interesting because there are previsions for the Tribal Council to purchase land to be Tribal land (Section 6 of Article IX of the Tribal Constitution), but this seems more along the lines of personal acquisition.  Though maybe not, because “on the board” doesn’t necessarily equate to being the owner.

The set up of Jacob’s office is so interesting.  Functionally for the show, it’s probably for better shooting angles, so that we can see more of Jacob behind the desk while Branch is sitting in front of it, but from an in-the-verse decorating standpoint, bit’s fascinating.  He has this focal wall with the gorgeous wall hanging, flanked by floor to ceiling window, but instead of having his desk centered on that wall and directly facing the bulk of the room, it’s at an almost 45 degree angle on a huge rug, and it’s so unexpected.  I kind of love it, and want to analyze it for days.  Also worth noting is that pride of place is given to the  Hotamétaneo’o headdress which is on a stand centered in front of the wall hanging.

How fucking tired must Jacob be.  He’s used to Walt... Walting, but then Branch comes in, who he is literally spending his own money to support in his bid for sheriff, and he pulls the same shit of assuming that he’s behind Bad Shit.  And then Branch frames it as “bad P.R,” so he’s there to “discuss it with [him] privately.”  And then basically threatens him with Walt.  I swear.  ...there is something a little amusing about Walt being used as the stick in the carrot and a stick method of negotiating.  He certainly is enough of a blunt object most of the time.

Oh fuck you so much, Branch.  Playing the “can’t give you details about an ongoing investigation” card as though you have some professional or moral leg to stand on after basically blackmailing Jacob with Walt’s vendetta is just such shit.  You don’t get to look down your nose at Jacob’s quid pro quo pragmatism when you were the one who came to him for financial backing.  You sanctimonious little shitheel.  If you didn’t want to deal with Jacob, you shouldn’t have taken his $100k.  He’s a business man, and you’re an investment, and not a quixotic one.

“He’s probably the only person to have died from [hemlock] since Socrates.”  And then Walt’s incredulous look and her, “Alright, I googled it,” were subtle comedic gold.

Ooooooo, that was a nice little shot.  Not quite foreshadowing, but showing Branch’s suspicions and sort of inviting the audience to share them.  Walt says his bit about the Army poisoning “Indian wells” to kill them off and get their land, and then we see Branch fiddling with the Four Arrows chip and narrow his eyes considering and slip the chip into his pocket, looking suspicious.  It’s a really neat little moment of visual storytelling, no lines, literally three seconds long, just sort of snuck in there, but super effective.  Really nicely done.

And again, Cady is in monochromatics.  And, shit, just gave Fales Henry’s name.  Aaaaaand right after, she realizes that the junkie was killed and realizes that it had to have been one of her dads (or so she thinks).

Sal’s monologue in the cell is a good emotional payoff that plays off of Vic’s comments towards the beginning of the episode.  I see the narrative worth of her making them, and how the structure of the episode benefits from it; but seeing those writing elements from the outside of the show doesn’t make me able to like her as a character who said them in-universe.  And then the threat Sal makes of vengeance on someone who killed one he loves also underscores the stuff with Cady’s investigation into her mother’s death very well.  As much as I gripe about the writing *cough S6 cough finale cough* there really is some damn good writing in this show, and I don’t show enough appreciation for it.

Huh, and now there’s a sort of inverse of that weird shot preceding Branch from earlier, but this one is much more effective and less off-putting.  This one [33:00] precedes Walt as he walks back into his office, still a medium close up, but it’s much steadier, and the way it is framed, it does quite a bit to convey his mindset, and he walks out of the shot and we see the three deputies following him in like baffled ducklings, making the shot serve another purpose, too.  Which honestly makes that earlier shaky follow shot of Branch even weirder, because this one was so much better.

And then Walt has his creepy little speech about how someone would want to watch the light go out of their eyes and not caring if you get caught.  I do appreciate that when he’s talking about the psychology of killing with poison he doesn’t just call it a “woman’s method” which media so often does.  It might have been the writers keeping who the killer was abstruse, but it was still more gender neutral.  Especially since according to The U. S. Department of Justice's report on Homicide Trends in the United States (1980 to 2008) of all poison killers in that time period, 60.5 percent were male and 39.5 percent female.  (Table 5 on page 10.)  So that long held idea that even Sherlock Holmes was written to have that poison is “of course” a woman’s weapon is pretty crap.

Awwww, the good old days when Walt paid attention to animals.  ...I am still bizarrely salty about the fact that he never named his horse.  What a good pupper!  

And then we have a classic example of Sneaky!Walt, which always takes people quite by surprise, because he’s usually as subtle as Miley Cyrus.

Also because when he does this, it tends to be pretty fucked up, in a Make Someone Think They’re About To Die way.  And then he does His Thing, where he just lays out all of his suppositions, with no proof, only the terror of her thinking that she’s been poisoned and you’re withholding medical intervention to get her to confess.  And is, irritatingly, correct about his theories.  But I’m pretty sure this qualifies as coercing a confession?  She thinks she’s fucking dying.  Even Vic looks at him like it’s fucked up, and her moral compass where he’s concerned is... skewed.

They way this reveal was played out, (”How’d they find her so fast?”  “Hard to say...”) is somewhat ambiguous as to whether it’s supposed to be that Branch went there to tell Jacob or not, but I kind of doubt it?  I kind of figure that the meeting that Jacob was having when Branch rambled in was already with Rosa signing the paperwork.  Jacob is smart.  So, HAH.  Little good your “can’t comment on an ongoing investigation” schtick did.

And then the news that someone in law enforcement has been asking after Henry.

“Lizzie was waiting for you here tonight.  You should talk to her, Walt.  She seems to think she is in a relationship with you.”  ....omgs.  The tone.  I mean, yes, the blisteringly glorious SASS, but how does one not read that as incredibly shippy?  Howwwww?

“You are an honest man, Walt.  I would like you to stay that way.”  Oh Henry.  When did you decide that you weren’t?  Was it when you hired Hector?  Or was there something before?  ...I feel like there were things before that.  Hello darkness my old friend.

“It is not your job to protect me.”  “It is my job...”  THOSE WERE THE DAYS.  Those were the fucking daaaaaays.  And the emotions on Henry’s face after Walt says, “That was my right,” as though Henry cheated him of something.  I am so deep in OT3 feels I cannot even see daylight here.  The feels of them having been an OT3 and then Walt pulling this shit, and Henry having to defend his own “right” to avenge Martha?  It wrecks me.  “A good woman was murdered.  A bad man is dead.  End of story.”  

[youarewurthit]

Bodycon Dresses and Ice Cream

Genre: Smut with a pinch of fluff. Established relationship au!  DRABBLE ✨

Summary: You had different intentions today wearing the bodycon dress to a date in the park with your boyfriend, which resulted in you helping the public eye from witnessing his boner. 

(Not that great w summaries and title lol ) *working on it*

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warning: unprotected sex (stay safe ppl!), grinding, jiggling butts, car sex, riding, Namjoon being horny …uhh idk what else 

Word count: 1272

A/n: okay looool I havent written fanfics in a looooong while and idk if this Drabble is even that great but I was itching to write and post something that had been in my drafts and here it is voila! But if it’s good then all that reading I did paid off eh? Haha okay enjoy!

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You were wearing clothes that were either body fitting or slightly more revealing than usual lately. You were confident that you were increasing your boyfriend’s sexual frustrations further every single passing day.

He adored you of course even without you wearing sexy clothing, but seeing this rare side of you is pushing it for him every time you go out. 

You were wearing a bodycon dress that hugs all your curves perfectly with your basic Nike Air Force ones. Simple but every time you moved your hips or pressed your body against Namjoon. It did something to him.

“Baby if you don’t stop, I swear,” Namjoon gripped your hips, pulling your frame close to his. 

“It’s the dress I’m guessing?” You giggled looking up at him smiling. He admired your cheeky smile, before swooping down for a kiss.

You pulled away hearing some of the food vendors selling ice cream. “Come on Joon, I want some ice cream!”

You got a vanilla and chocolate soft serve cone and Namjoon just a plain lime popsicle which you made fun of. You were enjoying your ice cream, licking up and down, heck, even biting down on it (yes, you are thAt kind of person), Namjoon had been watching you, getting frustrated with the feeling of his cock hardening gradually in his pants. You forgot your true intentions of teasing your boyfriend, pointing at the lake towards a duck that you found cute. Namjoon looked and saw the duck you were pointing at but he shrugged pretending not to see it. 

You pulled out your phone, not wanting to forget the cute duck and motioned for Namjoon to come, so that he could look closer. Namjoon’s jaw dropped at how your butt was jiggling as you jogged to get a good picture of the duck before it swims away. By now, your intentions of teasing him were long forgotten, too busy snapping pics of the duck who caught your full attention. That is until you felt Namjoon snake his arms around your figure, laying his chin at the crook of your neck. 

“Joon, look!” You practically pushed your ass towards him, almost flailing over the rails but Namjoon’s arms beat you to it by pulling you in towards him, you could feel a slight bulge in between your ass, making you gasp. 

The cute duck? We don’t know her/him. (Y/n) froze in place. “Joon-ah…” she started unsure how they’ll fix his boner, since they’re out in public. He grunted in your ear,”You got me hard baby, and we’re out in public.”

You turned your head to look at your surroundings better and you felt yourself let out a breath of relief after seeing no one that close in proximity. Still, you stayed put, your arms patting his head because you really don’t know what else to do in a situation like this. He chuckled at your actions and his breath caused a shiver down your spine. From behind you two, a stranger passing by would probably just see a couple holding each other lovingly, admiring the calm lake, but from the side…oh boy…

You started to turn so that you could face him but his hold on you tighten. “I don’t think you should face me, babe,” Namjoon muttered, pushing his cock to grind on your clothed ass. You yelped a not-so hot yelp but it died down quick. You felt warmer than ever, heck, you feel yourself getting turned on. 

“Joon, we got to move, we can’t stay here all day, babe” you whined, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as he grinded lightly against your behind. You softly moaned out at the feeling of his cock grinding on you. 

He pulled away and looked at you up and down, blatantly checking you out. You blushed and wrapped your arms around him trying to help him hide his boner from the world to see, after all it was your dress that got him worked up. 

Luckily, you and Namjoon, weren’t that far away from your car. Stealing glances right and left to prevent anyone from noticing Namjoon’s boner, as you tried to cover him from the side. You rushed in your Range Rover, which was thankfully tinted from the outside but you could still see from the inside. Namjoon groaned when you reach to the drivers seat from the back to start the engine and lock the doors. You jumped at the sudden spank on your ass and how Namjoon grabbed your hips to sit on his lap after your done. 

His hands went to cup your breasts, kneading them from the outside. You turned your head to connect your lips, slowly his hands travelled down to your pussy, you bunched up your dress so that you could feel Namjoon’s hands right where you needed them better. 

His mouth traveled down your neck as he pushed his fingers through your panties, taking his time to rub your little bundle of nerves. You moaned out at the pleasure you felt as he pinched your clit her and there. His long fingers slowly poking at your entrance. He was being a tease but you loved it. 

“I need you in me, Joon” you breathed out, turning around so you’re on your knees with him between you. He unbuckled his belt and lifted his hips to free his cock and you salivated at how hard and red he is, a little bit of pre-cum oozing out of his tip. “Another time babygirl,” He chuckled at the desire in your eyes, grabbing your hips as you sink yourself down in his cock. 

“Ahh…” you let out lewdly as you felt him stretch your walls. The delicious stretch that never seems to go away no matter how many times you fuck this gorgeous man of yours. Namjoon breathed out a moan which had you clenching a bit. “Move baby,” he whispered lowly in your ear, which had you moving in no time. 

You moved your hips slowly up and down getting the tempo right, but you were taking your sweet time which had Namjoon bucking up his hips into you, hitting a spot which had you shuddering a bit. Even though he was under you, he had full control of your body and you were feeling the pressure slowly build up at the way his hips managed to hit you g-spot at this angle. 

Namjoon was having trouble keeping himself from cumming too fast, you felt so good wrapped around his dick and the way you were still dressed turns him on more. You managed to open your eyes and look at him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the seat because you didn’t want to bruise Namjoon with your death like grip. “Come on baby, come with me,” he urged you on, his thumb rubbing your clit. The pressure building in your stomach gave out, and your body shuddered as you groaned out how good you feel when he fucked you like that. Your walls clenching made him spill his load into you, your eyes drank him in, the way his fucked out state managed to get you worked up so easily. 

He opened his eyes and fixed the strap on your dress, the other hand holding your cheek adoringly.

“Let’s go home and continue okay?” He smiled at your darkened eyes and hair that screamed ‘I got dicked down good’, you crash your lips onto his, which earned you a muffled groan at how your walls clenched around his cock once more, clearly you needed more. 

[makeste]

BnHA Vigilantes Chapters 59 - 65: Emergency Catch-Up Blog

before I start, please be advised that the following post will contain a potential MAJOR SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 253, which has not yet been released! please don’t be an idiot like me and spoil yourselves, guys. stay safe.

but anyways yes, this is my recap post for Those Chapters of Vigilantes. at long last. hooray! by the way this is barely edited at all, on account of it being a rush job (see re: the “Emergency” bit in the header). just some raw, unfiltered, [CENSORED SPOILER THING] thoughts and feelings! hopefully it’s readable; when I have more time I’ll try and clean it up a bit more.

so now, first off, credit where credit is due because omg

bless you anon, you saved my life

but let me backtrack! looool so guys, I did a dumb thing and peeked at a spoiler, and read the name “Shirakumo”, and was like FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and noped out, but it was too late lol. so then I was like “HOW DO I CATCH UP ON THE ENTIRETY OF VIGILANTES IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, fully aware that I probably wasn’t going to do shit and would most likely just spend tomorrow apologizing and shrugging my way through the new chapter. and by the way guys, I’ll go ahead and throw in one of those apologies now, because I’ve had at least a dozen anons implore me to pick up Vigilantes, and I’m fully aware that Aizawa’s past has been covered (including one (1) cloudy boi), and that it’s really good. I just haven’t had the energy to do it! because reading and liveblogging are two very different things, and the latter just takes so much more time and energy honestly. so I kept putting it off and off and off, and now here I am

but then this ask came along telling me exactly which chapters to read in order to get the context I need! so seriously anon, you are the MVP of my week, and I appreciate this so, so much. I am now off to read those chapters, and I apologize to everyone again, but while I will liveblog them, it’ll probably be kind of a rush job due to the circumstances. like I won’t get into every single detail here, because it’s six whole chapters. but I’ll do my best

hmm I don’t know what constitutes the second half of chapter 59 lol so here I am reading the whole damn thing

AIZAWA BEING FRIENDS WITH MIDNIGHT, AND MIDNIGHT HAS A CAT OH GOSH

looool

personally, Aizawa hated school. he would never ever dream of becoming a teacher. how ridiculous. irrational af

“we’ll have you teaching at U.A. soon enough” psssh. not this man, sister

he’s hanging up on her now. honestly I am glad I did not skip the first part of this chapter lol

some wolfman is chasing the protag of this series whose name I forgot, as well as a little girl and ANOTHER CAT. this series has so many cats?! apparently!?

Aizawa is saving the cat. the hero we deserve

the protag whose name I am about to look up wants to adopt the cat, which prompts Aizawa to launch into a 2500-word essay on why he should not adopt the cat

okay the kid’s name is Koichi. he’s apparently 19 in the series, but I don’t know how old he is in this particular scene though because I have the vague impression that the series at large takes place in present-day BnHA time, which would mean this is definitely a flashback. so. ??

OHO, NOW IT’S A FLASHBACK WITHIN A FLASHBACK!!? so this is the Aizawa past thing everyone’s been all “!!!!” about. well here you go guys

young Shouta is staring at an abandoned kitty in a box in the rain

he left the cat, but also left his umbrella over it, awww

and he arrived at class all wet. and his teacher says he can go change his clothes, but he’s all “NAH I’M EMO SO I’LL JUST STAY LIKE THIS”, wow

“I’m powerless” jesus christ Shou get a grip

here comes Present Mic to forcibly lift his best bud’s spirits. they’re in second year apparently

Present Mic, and I mean this in the most loving and affectionate way possible, is the most annoying man on the planet

how was he not just constantly punched in the face at all times. like constantly walking around being punched by people

well well well

something horrible is sure going to happen to you, isn’t it? here I thought you were probably dead, but I’m kinda getting the inkling [SPOILERS, FOLKS, I’M SERIOUS] you’re gonna maybe show up in the latest chapter of the main series, so I guess not! congratulations I guess?? OR MAYBE NOT

“dammit Shirakumo” oh so it’s like that

their teacher deserves a raise. never thought we’d see another U.A. faculty member more done with life than Aizawa himself

hey Shirakumo is giving Shouta his umbrella back, but what about the cat?! SHIRAKUMO ARE YOU REALLY A NICE GUY, I’M NOT SURE YET

meanwhile he’s stripping naked in the middle of class. oh yes. I forgot Vigilantes was like this

he’s using his cloud quirk to censor himself where it counts

“and inside this cloud... is this charming little creature” lol we think he’s talking about his penis but then he pulls out the cat! WELL NEVER MIND THEN SHIRAKUMO

so Shouta is sitting around thinking emo thoughts that are gradually giving way to some decidedly un-hetero thoughts about Shirakumo, who’s doing that shounen thing where he smiles with his eyes closed while being silhouetted against the bright sun. maaaaan. Aizawa you are hella gay my dude

okay next chapter and they’re being assigned internships

Shirakumo’s hero costume is... well let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s got such a badass quirk

he’s riding around on that cloud like Goku. like a fucking Lakitu from Super Mario

now the teachers are talking about the three boys and whether they’ll be able to land internships

“Yamada shouldn’t have a problem. his voice quirk has applications in battle, rescue, and entertainment. but the boy’s a bit distractible.” okay first of all how the hell would Mic ever rescue a person with his quirk. fucking scream them to safety or what. and second, by distractible you mean punchable right. again, all the love

oh my god he’s so cute

lmao this is seriously my favorite picture of Aizawa ever. GO GETTEM SLUGGER

so Shouta is getting bullied by some guy with a decidedly Katsuki-ish quirk, except he shoots jets of fire out of his hands. but anyway he says that fighting Shouta is boring. SHUT UP, YOU. YOU’RE BORING

Shouta is so emo. but he really does want to be a good hero, he just doesn’t know how. he seems very frustrated

he’s lecturing Kumo on not giving people-food to the cat. and now he has picked up the cat and is cradling and bottle-feeding it like an infant. bless

this manga really has a gag panel of the cat pissing on Shirakumo afterwards, like. see this is another reason why I haven’t exactly been in a rush to read it sob. my sense of humor doesn’t really seem to align with Furuhashi’s

oH MY GOD

high school Midnight is the coolest person I have ever seen and I want to be just like her when I grow up

aaaaand she is literally not wearing any clothes except that belt and those boob-holsters. which, I mean, it’s not like she really dresses any differently in the main series, but this being Vigilantes, I’m sure we’ll get another half a dozen pages showing extreme close-ups of her costume from various angles. again, another area where this series and I don’t quite see eye to eye, but it’s all right since we’re just passing through here

and one year later they wrote a literal law limiting how much exposed skin a hero costume can show. oh Midnight. meanwhile I forgot how much this series makes me appreciate Horikoshi, flaws and all. I’ll take a thousand Minetas over this shit honestly. at least Mineta always gets his comeuppance. but anyway

they have named the cat “Sushi”

Midnight is straight up taking the cat lmao

Yamada got an internship. one down, two to go

Midnight’s back and showing them a video of the cat pooping. one joke about the cat’s bathroom habits in a single chapter was not enough, we’re going for two. not like we have anything more important to cover, like Aizawa getting an internship and something terrible and tragic happening to his boyfriend. let’s just keep talking about cat poop

okay here we go, Midnight says her boss will take them as interns

“Loud Cloud” lmao. home run hero name. GOAT

so Shouta’s chasing a villain and nearly got crushed by a safe that he threw at him, but he’s being saved by some guy who I’m guessing is his boss

oh my

this is the kind of weirdness that only a manga can get away with. I wonder how this idea came into being and whose idea it was, Horikoshi’s or Furuhashi’s. maybe the two of them hitting each other up back and forth in a text chain. “so I’m doing Aizawa’s flashback now, who do you want to have him to intern under?” “hmm I don’t know but I was thinking literally Prince”

Prince is chewing Shouta out something fierce

I thought I was prepared for these Aizawa flashbacks, but some things you can never be prepared for

lol he asked Shouta how he fucked up, and Shouta started listing all of his tactical errors, and Prince interrupted him and is all “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT THAT GLOOMY FACE” listen son just who do you think your intern is. THAT’S JUST HIS FACE LEAVE HIM ALONE

he says Aizawa wears his stress all over his sleeve and bums people out

he’s telling him to smile! now where have we heard that philosophy before

hello

I’m just reblogging this panel because of reasons

so Shouta is sulking in the locker room, and Shirakumo is showering off and says his MO is to keep smiling even when he screws up

now Midnight is texting Shouta 500 cat pictures

lmao we can’t see Shouta’s face, but Kumo is streaking in and is all “THERE’S THAT SMILE, SUNSHINE!!!!”

OH SHIT NOW IT’S A FEW DAYS LATER AND THE VILLAIN IS BACK BUT THIS TIME SHOUTA DONE GOT HIM SOME GOGGLES!! the path from adorable to sexy begins. the Longbottoming

oh shit the goggles belong to Shirakumo. the gayening. and they were roommates

Shouta’s using his quirk!

and the bad guy is all “I don’t need my quirk to crush you” and straight up demolishing the fucking pavement yikes

and Kumo is leaping at him from above and whomping him on the head

yay they caught him. and Shouta is...

he’s trying. they’ll coax a real smile out of him yet! just show him a Youtube compilation of Logical Ruses

now he and Shirakumo have matching pairs of goggles. I’m just gonna assume this means they are married

the fire hands bully guy from earlier is coming over to start some shit again

he says he also realized the importance of eye protection through his internship. and Mic says he stole the idea from him

now the class is partnering off for two-on-two battle training, and Kumo is partnering with Shouta

they’re going up against Mic and Fire Hands, and for some reason they’re making a wager of it. whoever loses has to stop wearing glasses. this is easily the stupidest thing I have seen in this series yet, not to mention the most accurate

Kumo’s grinning at Shouta and saying the goggles symbolize their friendship and they have to defend them. you know, lovable scamp stuff

now Shirakumo and Shouta are double teaming the Fire Hands guy and taking him out in seconds because OF COURSE THEY DID. lol he never fucking stood a chance

but Shouta’s handing the glasses back and says that two-on-one isn’t fair so he’s calling the wager off

aaaand Fire Hands is snatching them back and stomping on them. and says he doesn’t need them

listen you dingus, yes you do fucking need them. and also he says he didn’t lose! wow this guy really has his head up his ass. I’d say he reminds me of a CERTAIN SOMEONE, but you know what, I’ll give Mr. Certain Someone his fair credit though, because he managed to get his shit together long before his second year. Fire Hands still needs to grow up

the teacher is telling him he missed the point of the exercise, and FH is literally ignoring him and running off wow

apparently Mic also gave up his sunglasses and got himself a pair of goggles. well we know that’s not gonna last. and for that matter, Shouta’s gonna change out his goggles for a different model as well. ohhhhh some tragedy is on the horizon I just know it, this is gonna hurt

Shirakumo says the three of them should start their own agency. ahhh. buddy I’m here reading this from the future, and I gotta tell you, son... shit’s awkward as fuck

and he’s pointing out all the different ways they complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses

Shouta says he can’t do anything on his own, but Kumo says that just means he’s suited to teamwork

Kumo’s inviting Midnight to join them, but she’s declining lol

Shouta’s looking at the sky all dramatically. oh baby this is it isn’t it. things are about to get rough

“one week later”

NOO THEY HURT MY PRECIOUS PRINCE

SOMEONE IS CALLING FOR BACKUP AND THE CAMERA IS ZOOMING IN ON A BUSTED UP PAIR OF GOGGLES, FUCK EVERYTHING

now we’re cutting to Mic and Fire Hands and FH replaced his sunglasses with a pair of goggles. goggles are just the in thing now

Fire Hands talks about Aizawa so much I’m starting to ship the two of them now as well. damn Shouta how many high school boyfriends did you have??

so they’re fighting off some toad monster and it’s absorbing all their attacks

meanwhile Shouta and Kumo are literally helping kindergartners to cross the street

look at this

it’s beyond my comprehension how anyone could possibly mistake this man for anything but a future teacher

even Kumo is commenting on how natural he is at working with kids

oH MY GOD the kids waved goodbye and said “bye Eraserhead” and it prompted a little smile

Kumo says Shouta psychs himself out and convinces himself he can’t do stuff, but really he can do just about anything if he puts his mind to it. aww. and he’s right!!

oh shit here comes the toad

so this toad’s name is Garvey, and he’s literally wanted for murder oh shit. and he has a Fatgum-like quirk that can absorb attacks and store them up to release them

and some idiots hit him with a combined attack that ended up powering him the fuck up. well shit

so Prince is placing a rose in between his teeth and getting ready to fight this toad off. do it I believe in you

now a lot is happening all at once, jesus. Shouta and Kumo were trying to evacuate the kids but then the toad just appeared right there like wtf, and then Prince also showed up out of nowhere and went to hit the thing with a flying jump kick

aaaand he’s getting blasted into a building

oof. and getting even further blasted now. welp

Kumo’s protecting the kiddos with his Nimbus quirk!

OH FUCKING SHIT AND THEN HE GOT CRACKED IN THE HEAD BY A GIANT FALLING ROCK

um

is this bitch fucking dead now. I can’t believe they fucking Obitoed my bro Shirakumo

so now the toad is looming over them, and Shouta realizes he’s the only one left standing, and all his doubts are filtering into his mind as he desperately tries to think of how to stop him

and Shirakumo’s... gourd... thing... is klunking in out of nowhere, and it has a little speaker on it, and it’s all “YOU GOT THIS AIZAWA” and wtf. this is like something out of a weird fever dream

OH SHIT BOYS AIZAWA SHOUTA DONE GOT HIS GAME FACE ON NOW

THE LONGBOTTOMING CONTINUES

so now he’s leaping fifty feet into the air, somehow, and thinking that his Erasure quirk will at least level the playing field. well all right then! you go boy

now it’s raining and of course bolts of lightning are dramatically hitting the ground all around them

Shouta’s kicking off the lil power toad lumps one by one lol

literally just jumping all around and kickin’ stuff

oof he took a bad hit. but he’s sitting back up!

Kumo’s disembodied gourd voice keeps shouting encouragement at him though, idk. so there’s that

he says Shouta’s strong and he won’t lose, and Shouta is all “RAHHHHHHH.” you guys, if 1-A ever found out about this flashback they would never let the man live it down. hell I’m not gonna let him live it down. okay then. Mr. RAHHHHHH

he’s doing some weird stuff with his capture weapon now. I think maybe he grabbed a rock with it and chucked it at the guy

and now the guy is shooting all his toad lumps at Shouta all at once! WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

yooooo Shouta literally grabbed them all with the capture weapon and he’s CHUCKIN’ EM ALL INTO THE DUDE’S MOUTH Y’ALL THIS IS SOME REAL FUCKING SHIT LMAO GET WRECKED

so the guy is blowing up from the inside out. yeah that’s what you get for murdering Shouta’s childhood friend you piece of shit

and Shouta’s collapsing in exhaustion but happily shouting “SHIRAKUMO I DID IT” before he passes out. oh my god don’t tell me Kumo is already dead and Shouta just hallucinated his voice or some shit. THEN WHO WAS GOURD omg

oooooof here we go

[places both hands on Shouta’s shoulders and looks him dead in the eye] son I don’t know how to tell you this, but Shirakumo has been dead for twenty years

wow can someone just fucking tell Shouta already so he stops depressing everyone and making an idiot out of himself. geez how long are you all gonna stand around despondently shooting knowing looks at each other in the rain

so they’re picking up the gourd speaker thing and OF COURSE it’s visibly broken and there’s no possible way Kumo’s voice could have been coming out of it. especially since he has been dead for twenty years. here’s a picture of his grave. oh shit what’s that little grave right next to his?? OH MY GOD IT’S THE CAT. OH MY GOD

oh fuck me

Y’ALL REALLY DID THESE BABIES LIKE THAT. HORIKOSHI!! FURUHASHI!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW I WANT A WORD!!

so now Fire Hands, who is trying his best to be comforting but is just SO BAD AT IT, is all “Aizawa you went toe to toe with this thing and beat it YOURSELF!! ALL ALONE!!!” jesus christ I need a minute

OH DAMN A CALLBACK TO THE RAIN “THIS KINDA FITS OUR VIBE RIGHT NOW” LINE but now it’s saaaaaaaad oh no

I mean. I knew going in that this was going to be Aizawa’s sad childhood flashback about his friend Shirakumo whom something very terrible happened to. it’s not like I’m even surprised. I knew what I was getting myself into here. but damn that still hurts

do you guys think that having a permanent image of his best friend forever immortalized as a cheerful seventeen-year-old, and being forever haunted by the memory of that seventeen-year-old being cut down in the prime of his life, might have given Aizawa Shouta lasting trauma which carried over into his adulthood and makes him do desperately reckless things when children are at risk, such as leaping into battle against an army of villains all alone. dammit now I want to grab every single problem child of 1-A and shake them roughly and scream at them for all the sleepless nights they have doubtless caused this man

so now here he and Mic are both being sad

aww Mic. I’m sorry I keep wanting to punch you in the face. it’s just reflex

and now it’s one year later and the class is gearing up for the sports festival

well look who is almost fully done with his metamorphosis

you will soon be a beautiful butterfly

he is literally going to sleep in the middle of class. well depression makes people tired. sigh

he’s got his familiar goggles now! and he’s kicking FH’s ass and lecturing him on how to fight better. damn his character development is complete

and he’s helping FH to his feet aww. definitely boyfriends. this man gets around

his teachers now say that Shouta has gotten too complacent, if anything, and phones everything in once he knows he’s got a passing grade, and only gets passionate when it comes to practical exercises

and now we’re cutting to the gym and Shouta is indeed training passionately while Mic sits in the corner looking bummed. all these kids have been through far too much in their young lives

Shouta’s handing in his career aspiration form, and he wrote that he wants to start his own agency and focus on “fighting, and nothing else”

his scruffy facial hair is already starting to come in now. it’s true what they say, having a tragic past does indeed make you hotter

anyways but can we get this boy a hug!? anybody?? hello??!?

now they’re graduating and Shouta is disappearing in a poof of smoke and now there’s this big panel with flashbacks to his career up to the current point in Vigilantes!

and we’re back in the ~present~ and he’s telling Koichi to take good care of that cat. aaaand, I guess that’s that. geez. that was a lot

so there you go! the Aizawa flashbacks! they were very sad! all in all I really enjoyed them! so now, if Shirakumo isn’t actually dead (seeing as it’s a shounen manga that pays homage to comic books, so safe to say that People Not Actually Being Dead is a Certified Phenomenon, like it’s definitely a THING THAT CAN SOMETIMES HAPPEN), well then. tomorrow’s chapter is sure going to be interesting to say the least. lulz but maybe I’ve got it all wrong though. guess I’ll find out!

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Let The Flames Begin (Chapter 24)

A quick word about something we haven't talked about yet...the age gap  :’) So okay, again we don’t know Daryl's exact age and stuff and I’m just making shit up to fit my story better. I was honestly surprised by how old Norman was when I first watched the show ‘cause he looks younger than he is. So for this, Daryl's age is 31, don’t like it, tough looool. I don't think its that far off given this is like just before the show and really, who fucking cares, it's just a number. I’m explaining this now so people get an idea so you aren't left confused. Charlene is 20, I mentioned that in the very first chapter for those who might have forgotten. That means he is 11 years older, yes I can do math when I feel like it XD

I’m mentioning this now because of a flashback in this one and I don't want people getting all confused and shit, all will make sense when you read it now. There is an age gap, but I mean there is in near enough every Daryl story and plus, they're both adults so, doesn't really matter, does it? I did toy with the idea of making her older not long after I started posting this fic, but I’m way too lazy to go back and edit my fucking story and loads of you have already read it and I don't want to confuse people, so I’m rolling with it.

So to put it simply; she is currently 20. The flashback in this is when she was 17. She started working at 18 and that's when Daryl noticed her.

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The definition of hunger is; ‘a feeling of discomfort or weakness caused by lack of food, coupled with the desire to eat.’ The definition of starving is; ‘suffering or dying from hunger.’ Charlene had often said she was starving, making off-hand remarks before the world went down the crapper. When she had to work a little into her lunch break, if she got home late, if her food was taking too long to cook. But in reality, she was never really starving. She never knew the level of suffering starving brought with it. She had been lucky enough to always have at least some food to put in her belly. Until now that was. She didn’t know how long it had been since she lost the boys. Days and nights all blurred together as she just tried to push through and not keel over. She had lost her pack so her food was non-existent.

When Daryl told her to run to the truck, she did. Well, she ran at least, maybe not so much to the truck. She didn't know which way was what and she just kept running through the trees. A biter had grabbed her pack, and in a desperate panic, she swung her tomahawk blindly behind her, slitting its throat and causing blood to spurt everywhere. She managed to wriggle her pack from her shoulders and run. The truck never came though. She never seemed to leave the fucking woods, she couldn't find her way out for days. She had stupidly hoped Daryl could track her, climbing up into a tree to wait safely. But he never came. When she did eventually find the road again, she walked down it for miles with no sign of the truck and that's when it dawned on her. They had left her. It had left a gaping hole in her chest but she didn't really blame them. What were they supposed to think? She wasn't there and she knew they would have looked for her. She didn't doubt for a second they wouldn't have at least tried. But it became clear they had given up their search and left, and now she was all alone.

The fear was crippling, with only two biter kills under her belt and no food or way to get any, she knew she wouldn't last long out here. But she refused to just give up, to just lay down and die without putting up a fight. It wasn't in her to do that and she wanted to make the boys proud of her. The one thing she did have on her was the spare map in her back pocket. They had taken a few spares just in case anything happened and they needed another and now she was glad. If they had left, they would have set out to Atlanta like they planned. She wondered idly if she headed that way she might one day find them again. The chances were slim, they had a truck and she was on foot. By the time she would get there they could have moved on and been anywhere. But she wanted to at least try. It was time she got her big girl panties on and dealt with it. No more cowering behind Daryl or Merle, this was it now. This was exactly what they had been training her for.

The number of days she had walked was unclear but she knew it had been a lot, at least over a week. She had scavenged some supplies from a cabin she came across, thankful it was empty. She didn't think she was quite ready to clear a place herself yet. She had a couple of bottles of water, one tin and some other things, like some rope. The food didn't do much to help her burning stomach but it was enough to help her push on. In the nights she would climb a tree and sleep up there, tying herself with the rope so she didn’t fall. But now her food was gone, she only had a little water left. Her body was growing weak and tired, it was hard just to walk now. She had avoided the biters as best she could, killing them when necessary. It still always made her feel sick when she had to do it, but it was them or her. And since they were technically dead anyway, she had to convince herself she hadn't done anything wrong. There weren't many of the dead here though and it made her worried, if they weren't here, then where the hell were they?

She was sat up in a tree, her body aching fiercely as her stomach growled. She was watching the store just across the road from the tree line. She really wanted to go in, see if there was any food. Her hunger was pushing her to the point of desperation now, she felt like she was losing grip on reality just a little. Every second of the day she thought about Daryl and Merle, wondered if they were okay, what they were doing. She wasn't so much worried for their safety. She knew they were more than capable of looking after themselves in the new world, but she missed them like hell. She had tried to be hopeful, that maybe when she got to Atlanta she would find them. But as the days wore on, she realised she was being hopeful for nothing. That she needed to leave her old self behind because as Daryl once told her, ‘hope gets ya nowhere’.

Thinking of Daryl made her heart seize up inside of her ribcage and she grit her teeth, hoping the pain would pass. She had the biggest fucking crush on him ever since she first saw him, but back then, she was much too young for him. He hadn't even noticed her until she started working. Even then, despite the fact he was there all of the time, she knew he wouldn't ever look at her like that. Why would he? Daryl with his broad ass shoulder and beefy arms, his handsome face that somehow looked boyish when he felt awkward. She remembered the very first time she ever laid eyes on him, she tried to let it comfort her instead of the pain she was feeling.

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Charlene munched on a donut as she walked home, her best friend Anna chatting away beside her. She was gossiping, it was what Anna did, but Charlene was never into that really. The 17-year-old was on her way to Anna’s house, she was staying the night. Her mother was sick again, the cancer was back. Her dad had sent her off to stay with Anna for a few days whilst her mother went into the hospital, it didn't look good and Charlene tried not to think about it. She had to have hope. Her mother beat the illness last time, she would again this time. As they approached Anna's house, they saw her brother Billy and some other guy stood outside, tinkering with a bike.

“Who’s that?” Charlene asked, letting her teenage eyes roam all over the sexy piece of ass. Her best friend snorted a laugh at her and shook her head. For a preachers daughter, Charlene was nothing but a perv.

“That's Daryl. Daryl Dixon,” Anna muttered quietly, even though the boys couldn't hear her since they were still down the road, walking up to the house. Charlene's eyes widened a little. She had heard a lot about the Dixon brothers, mainly Merle if she was honest, but she hadn’t expected Daryl to be so...fine as hell? Sex on legs? The very definition of manly? I can’t even decide…

The rumours around town were that these men were the worst of the worst. They were the kind of men you would cross the street to avoid, but Charlene knew better. Annas brother Billy was good friends with Daryl and she had heard a lot of things from her best friend about the brothers, things that made you think about why they were the way they were. Her father actually had a soft spot for Daryl. She had heard him talking to her mother about the youngest Dixon once. Her mother had come home, Charlene had only been young then and she had no idea how old Daryl was at the time, no older than 21, but her mother was gossiping as usual, since the people in this town had nothing better to do. Merle had been arrested again and her mother was ranting about the Dixon family. She had eavesdropped, sitting on the stairs as her father told her mother that Daryl was different. He wasn't like his dad or his older brother, how he was trying to get a job but no one would hire him because of his last name. That summer, her dad hired Daryl to work in their garden, helping him build a large shed. She never saw him though, the 10-year-old was too busy out with her friends playing.

Charlene chewed her lower lip as they finally approached, casting her eyes on the man fixing the bike.

“Hey, Billy! Daryl!” Anna beamed at them, clearly well acquainted with the Dixon man.

“Hey you two, how was school?” Billy asked with a smile. Charlene liked Billy, he was always nice to her, kind of like the big brother she never asked for.

“Shit, as usual. Your sister doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut,” Charlene smirked, laughing when Anna glared at her playfully and tugged on one of her french braids. She heard Daryl snort a little from where he was crouched next to the bike and it sent butterflies swarming in her belly. Her cheeks flushed and her best friend gave her a knowing look, but before she could open her big trap and embarrass her, Charlene grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside of the house.

“Oh my god, you have a thing for Daryl Dixon!” Anna squealed with a grin when they got inside. Charlene groaned and covered her face, Anna knew her too well, there was no point in denying it.

“Shut upppp!” she whined, walking into the kitchen and helping herself to a glass of water. It was like her second home here, she had been best friends with Anna since a small child. Every day after that, her best friend would always tease her for it in jest, and Anna always made sure to gush about her best friend whenever a certain Dixon was visiting her brother.

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She sighed feeling weary, she needed food. Daryl hadn’t taught her shit just for her to give up now. She wouldn't see him again, she knew better now, but the least she could do was take the tools he taught her and use them. How disappointed would he be if she just gave up? Very, she could just imagine him glaring at her as his voice pinged around in her head.

‘C’mon Peaches, ya just gonna give up? Get yer ass in that store and get somethin’.’

“I can’t Daryl, if there's biters in there, I don't think I’m strong enough to fend them off,” she whispered, clearly losing her mind just a little that she was talking to herself. She shook her head, frowning as she climbed out of the tree, tomahawk at the ready. As usual, the dead seemed non-existent as she carefully walked to the store. She swallowed thickly as she peeped inside, listening carefully. There were no sounds though and she walked inside, furrowing her brow. It really unsettled her, the lack of dead here.

She got to work though, she fucking needed this. There were some tins and snacks and she ripped open a packet of potato chips, stuffing them in her mouth greedily. She put the rest in her pack until it was full and then she slung it around her small shoulders. She had been a little small before all this but now she felt like a bag of bones. The time away from the brothers had left her badly malnourished and she missed having them take care of her, keeping her well fed. Daryl never let her go hungry. The door opened behind her and she squeaked in surprise, whirling around and holding her weapon out. She squinted, coming face to face with an Asian boy who was currently staring at her with wide eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he muttered, hands up in surrender as his eyes flit from her wild-looking face to her tomahawk.

Her heart was thumping wildly as she assessed him. He didn't look much older than her and he looked scared. She knew she should lower her weapon but something was stopping her, that something was a voice in her head.

‘Don’t let ya guard down for a second, words don’t mean a thing. Didn't before the world when to shit, sure as fuck don’t now.’

Daryl's voice made her blink a little, shaking her head as if to clear it. Despite the food she had just eaten, her body was still suffering from the brutal punishment it had been through and her head was feeling fuzzy.

“I-I’m Glenn,” the guy said shakily, looking at her cautiously. It was obvious she wasn't really in the best way. Her clothes were hanging off her body, and her cheeks were gaunt, blue rings around her eyes. It felt like there was an internal battle inside of her. She wanted to trust him, but Daryl's voice was swimming in her mind.

After staring at him for a moment, she finally lowered the tomahawk, more out of the fact her arm was aching than anything else. She just didn't have it in her anymore.

“I’m Charlene,” she said softly, still watching him warily. He nodded, the movement jerky, still a little spooked from her holding her weapon at him like she had.

“I have a group, we’re up by the quarry. We have food, safety in numbers,” he said quietly. She could see him taking her in with his eyes but it wasn't a lingering gaze. She wasn't anything to look at anymore anyway. She knew she looked a wreck. Her long hair was in a knotted bun on her head and her skin was covered in mud, dirt and dried blood. She was a mess. She shook her head with a frown, taking a step back.

“No thanks,” she mumbled tensely. What he offered appealed to her greatly, especially with how desperate she was getting. But people were different now, and if the time in the cabin taught her anything, it was that they shouldn't be trusted.

“We won't hurt you. We have women, kids even. The only people you have to be wary about are the Dixon brothers, but they won't hurt you. They’re just a little mouthy,” he snorted a little, toying with the cap he had taken off and held in his hands. Her eyes widened then and snapped up to his. Was her mind playing tricks on her again because this shit wasn't funny anymore.

“What did you just say?” she asked, maybe a little harsher than expected since he looked scared and took a wary step back.

“I-I don’t...the women and kids or the Dixon thing?” he stammered nervously. She lowered her gaze, swallowing thickly as her heart ached. They were here? Had she really found them? What were the fucking chances of that? She found it hard to believe it was really them but how else would he know of them or the fact they were mouthy little shits, it had to be them.

“Wait a minute, do you know them?” Glenn asked, perceptive as ever as he looked at her reaction. She nodded, her eyes welling with tears as she sniffled and tried to get a hold of herself.

“I lost them. I don't even know how long it’s been but I got lost and then they were just...gone,” she frowned, wiping her eyes. Glenn blinked at her, it was hard to imagine this girl hanging around with the Dixon’s but then again, the dead were up and walking so weirder things had happened.

“They came to the group about two weeks ago. They hunt for us but mostly they just keep to themselves. Except for Merle, he’s a bit of an asshole most of the time. I’m pretty sure he's using something,” Glenn muttered with a frown. Charlene looked at him and the look of pure anguish on her face made his own heart hurt. She frowned deeply, shaking her head. He was using again? She felt so disappointed, he had done so well, made such an effort. She had no idea that thinking she was dead was what caused him to relapse.

“Will you take me? To the group?” she asked, looking hopeful as she wiped her eyes again. Glenn couldn't help but think she looked a loss less of a threat now her weapon wasn't drawn, her big eyes looking all sad.

“Yeah, let me just grab some stuff. I’m the one who goes on runs, I know the area pretty well,” he smiled at her. She found herself smiling back for the first time since she had gotten lost. The hope she always used to have, the hope that she had lost, it started burning again inside of her soul and her heart skipped a beat. They were safe and fine, weirdly enough in a group. She couldn't imagine them joining a group and it made her feel weird like there was something going on. She knew the brothers well enough to know they would have opted to stay by themselves. They didn't need safety in numbers when they had each other. Even still, she was going to see them again. She wondered how they would react. Her smile faltered as a venomous thought made its way inside of her brain. What if they left her willingly? What if they hadn't looked at all, taking the first chance they got to get rid of her? She tried to ignore it, she felt like she knew them enough to know they liked her somewhat. They had both took the time to train her with things and they both took care of her. Surely if they wanted rid of her, the gruff men would have just tossed her ass from the truck anyway.

She was giving herself a headache as she stood there, waiting for Glenn to be done so they could go back to his camp. She rubbed her temples, glancing around anxiously until he appeared by her side once again.

“Ready?” he asked with a smile. She nodded as she adjusted her pack on her shoulder as they left the store. She tried to ignore the nerves at seeing them again, the possibility they might not want to see her. If they didn't want to see her then she would just stay out of their way when she got there. At least she would know they were okay with her own eyes. It would kill her, but she wouldn't blame them. She had surprised herself that she had survived this long on her own but the whole time had been a struggle and she was suffering. It was nothing like the life she had with them both. She was weak, they knew she was weak. Why the fuck would they want her ass to come back to them to burden them once more? She didn't know if it was the lack of food and water or the lack of sleep, something was making her mood spiral. She tried to ignore it, listening to Glenn just talk about the people at camp as they walked, preparing her for who she was about to meet.

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character meme thing for lydia: 4, 7 (outside of the kid in canon, like if u could control the nightmares what would they be), 19, 35, 36

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

hm you mean aside from the beacon? lol I think there were maybe 2-3 mental “turning points” for Lydia in the sense that she could partition her life into sections of “before” and “after” around them, if that makes sense.

the gang war on earth is one – it killed her sister and is what (finally) convinced her to leave the gang. after seeing what she did and realizing she had been a part of it, it was sort of her come to jesus moment. she realized if she kept on like this she was either gonna be dead or in jail by the time she turned 20

the beacon is another

the leviathan was a big one. shepard deals with a lot of mind-twisting shit over the years, but something about meeting the leviathan face-to-face really shakes her. it’s not fear, exactly, but it unsettles what she knows about the universe.

most people she’s close to know about the beacon and leviathan. only anderson knows about the gang war.

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?/Outside of the kid in canon, if you could control the nightmares what would they be?

drowning/lost floating in deep space – it’s not exactly about asphyxiation, though that is a part of it, but it’s also about helplessness/being surrounded by nothingness. for a character like shepard who is all about the action, they know “calm/quiet" does not always mean “peace/happiness”

after the leviathan, there’s a dream about being trapped under the sea with that thing for all eternity while the galaxy burns over and over again

i kind of like the forest nightmares as an idea. i just wouldn’t have done it that way in canon, but my way is a little genre-specific just cause i like reading horror stories. i’d make the forest nightmares more about suspenseful horror, instead of vague confusion and some whispers

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

you and i have already talked about this hahahha. it’s definitely emotional constipation, which is like saying “space is kind of big.” she knows her strengths and weaknesses, which is very different from knowing her emotions; likewise she knows how important friendship and trust is, which is very different from being mentally stable enough to open her mouth and say “i love you” to another person. lydia also sees no problem nosing into someone else’s life to solve their problems but the first time someone asks if she’s okay, they’re met with a brick wall. probably has something to do with not growing up in a stable environment, not really understanding the word “family,” and being resurrected by a terrorist group and forcing herself out of habit to put on mental blinders just to do her job and keep putting one foot in front of the other most days in ME2. talk to chambers? there’s a cerberus AI in the walls, she lost two years and is now known as an enemy to the state, she’s got foreign tech in her skull, and you want her to spill her guts to the woman the illusive man is paying to provide him with updates on her mental health? are you fucking nuts? (by me3, it’s less paranoia and more just habit. i got those thermal pipes you asked me for. i’m fine. stop asking me that. what else do you need.)

has it destroyed relationships for her, no, but it has put them to the test. most of the crew understands lydia is unique and they can be the first to reach out and extend, and they don’t mind shepard not extending back because i think they’re all emotionally mature enough to know she’s still grateful – liara, tali, even samara and cortez, i think. meanwhile, my vision of garrus is not one of a guy who is very emotionally forthcoming either, so getting these two together, in a room, while facing each other, to admit that they like each other, out loud, took a long time and a lot of mental gymnastic on my part. the thing is that ofc with the canon shepard/garrus romance, shepard makes the first move because, as is my interpretation, garrus is absolutely clueless when it comes to romance. but lydia is clueless too, so even when they’re finally “together,” the both of them still feel… lonely is not the right word, but for a long while, certainly after the war, they’re serious about it but still questioning what they mean to the other. but you’re not talking to two normal people, so someone like garrus… yeah, he can recognize when shepard’s stressed, when she really wants to be alone vs when she’s just putting up a front, but he’s still got some of his own identity issues that affect his confidence in reading her subtler emotions, like her gratitude. if that makes sense. (not that it’s not on her to also be more forthcoming with things like that as well.)

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

for the not-crew? well for a while they probably wouldn’t know it if she liked them, looool keeping along with the image of “this is what a good soldier does,” she probably doesn’t reach out or react first, just treats whoever they are like normal, until one day maybe she makes a joke she knows that person will enjoy while they’re in earshot, and that’s like. ‘oh, that was meant for me? shepard actually has a sense of humor?’

keeping in mind that lydia did most of her emotional growing up while in a gang, and most of her mental/adult growing up/re-imaging while in the military from ages 18-21, which is a unique situation and gave her a very intense, extreme standard of human emotions. that’s not to say she doesn’t talk or interact normally, but just, she knows she’s not normal and for a long time is content to not get close to anyone.

36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?

she’s the kind of person to smile when she’s angry. not in a mocking or sarcastic way, just kind of, to herself, a sort of, “keep it together, smile, do not explode in front of these cameras.” about how she doesn’t know her own emotions – i don’t think she’s childish, exactly, but when she’s really mad, enough to make her lose her temper, it’s noteworthy since it’s a huge break from the brick wall of professionalism she puts on for the public. (i think this changes around the time of ME3 aka Stress City, but mostly thinking ME1 here.)

character questions: hard mode

[tauforged]

Got any tips for an an aspiring siggy main? He seems like fun but i’m struggling with his kit :C

bear in mind i am in no way a Pro Sigma Player TM and also don't really have a very good handle on current ovw meta so take all of this with a grain of salt, BUT, that said, my findings thus far, under a cut because this got longer than anticipated

- be VERY mindful of your barrier. not only does it have to regen health when it's down, but when you withdraw it on your own, it has a two second cooldown. when an enemy destroys it, that cooldown goes up to five seconds. it may not seem very important, but when things get dicey, tossing a barrier in front of whoever's bearing down on you can buy you a few seconds and make or break things, ESPECIALLY against any heroes that do self damage. if your barrier isnt being used or you notice it starting to get low, try to call it back if it's feasible. (naturally, if your barrier is the last line of defense between your team and an ulting mccree, by all means dont be that asshole. if you misjudged where the other team would try to attack the point from, however, and they all walked right past the doorway you blocked up, feel free to reel that shit in and cast again)

- try to catch people off guard with your barrier, rather than put it up while the enemy team is all the way across the map, since that gives them plenty of time to shoot it down from afar. it's got 700 health, which isnt bad, but it's not great, either-- and the fact that it takes time to regen that health rather than coming out fresh every time means keeping it intact is a delicate balance. it will also travel pretty far, too, so long as the center of the barrier isn't obstructed, so you can throw it a ways ahead if you notice your team struggling but can't catch up because youre slow as shit and have no mobility whatsoever

- kinetic grasp will only absorb projectiles. beam weapons, melee, explosions and enviro damage will go right through it and you will die. it can become muscle memory to slam the shift key when an enemy corners you, but quash that instinct when you're up against mei, brigitte, moira, sym or zarya or you'll end up turning yourself into a walking neon sign that says SHOOT ME PLEASE, I AM UTTERLY DEFENSELESS FOR THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS and it will be embarrassing.

- keep in mind, too that you can only absorb projectiles that are directly in front of you. when watching sig use this ability secondhand, the aoe is a lot more visible because he'll have this massive cone in front of him, but it can be harder to judge first person. you can use kgrasp to intercept damage for your teammates as well as yourself if you angle it right, so keep that in mind.

- kgrasp can be cancelled by being stunned, naturally, or by using your other ability before it's 100% finished. don't throw accretion until you see those fucking shields hit your health bar or you will waste your ability and it will suck.

- kinetic grasp can eat projectile based ults. this includes hanzo's, mei's, and zarya's, but ONLY during a very short window immediately after being deployed, when the hero is actively throwing out or shooting the ult but before the actual damage phase starts. you can also nullify moira's biotic orbs, ana's grenade, and junkrat's traps and mines if you time it right.

- accretion doesn't do a terribly huge amount of damage-- treat it like a big, rocky flashbang. the stun and knockback are good for interrupting ults and taking care of turreted bastions. you can also use it for enviro kills if you're lucky, but keep in mind youre not going to be sending people flying like lucio or ashe or junkrat. it's more of a stumbling block

- both your hyperspheres and your accretion mass do self damage. try not to use accretion especially in close range, since it packs a considerable punch and can do more harm than good if you're already low. i've killed myself with both in the middle of contesting more times than i can count.

- get as much practice as you can bouncing your hyperspheres around corners and tossing your accretion over walls, since the falloff on both takes some getting used to. hyperspheres will implode at a certain distance, so you won't be able to snipe people from across the map, but the little explosions can be especially useful when angled off walls against an enemy sigma to avoid his kinetic grasp.

- don't forget about your melee! this is more of a general hero tip than anything, but i find it especially useful for sig because he does so much self damage and his hyperspheres have a bit of a delay in between firing. ive found that rebinding it to a mouse button helped a lot here.

- ultstacking. is. your. friend. gravitic flux only does so much damage, and it also puts your enemies at a great advantage for a few seconds by raising them up really high and providing unfettered access to the rest of your team, not to mention how easily you can be interrupted before actually slamming them down. because the damage portion of your ult is delayed, communication and timing are key here. it may feel cheap to have someone else waltz along and 'steal' your hard earned kills after you went through the work of lining everyone up, but believe me, unless everyone is at half or below health when you ult, chances are you will not be killing them all on impact without some help. you can also shoot while enemies are in midair, so use those few seconds to try and knock some extra health off before they hit the ground, or to cover your ass if someone comes up from behind and tries to knock you down. once you lock on, it doesn't matter if you turn away, so long as you aren't interrupted. don't ignore the world around you to bask in the power of gravity unless you want to die halfway through and accomplish nothing.

-gravflux isn't all about damage! because the aoe is highlighted very brightly beforehand, it can be used to scare the other team off the objective in an attempt to avoid it, which can be capitalized on very easily. also, if you are contesting, lifting enemies off of the objective with gravflux will count as them being off of the point and can end that pretty easily with good timing

- you are going to fuck up your gravflux. you are going to fuck it up a lot. like kinetic grasp, gravflux can be interrupted by being stunned, sleep darted, hacked, hooked, frozen, flashbanged, or not looking where you're floating and falling off of the map before it's done. it's a part of the experience. the fact that you fly straight up into the air as you do it makes you a very easy target, unfortunately. you can control whether you rise or fall with space/ctrl as well as move with wasd during this time. ducking behind a corner or sliding behind another hero's barrier once you're locked on is a good habit to get into

sig is a fun hero but he's definitely a bit more technically complicated than he lets on to start with. keeping a close eye on your cooldowns, practicing good situational awareness, and communicating with your team are gonna be your friends here. ideally, you'll want another tank with you to help even things out, since long cooldowns can leave you pretty vulnerable and you are sadly not immune to being hooked and oneshotted by a roadhog if you're caught unawares

hopefully this is at least a little bit helpful and doesnt read like complete and utter nonsense because i am FAR too tired to bother revising it now looool

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20:27 10/01/2021 so. yes hello . i have corona looool. its not funny but it kinda is. a lot has changed since the last time i wrote and yet nothing at all has happened. its 2021 lol. its just 2020 pt 2 tho. crazy shit. i feel fine tho i dont feel ill at all. im currently looking at some art that i like and trying to find more since i wanna make a collage on my wall or something. ive always wanted a room that just feels like ME ya know. i always felt like my room didnt really show who i was because i tend to live in my head. like all of me is in my noggin instead of showing who i am through the way i dress/how my room looks/personalised things like my phone and stuff . like its never really shown what im like probably because i dont really know who i am. that feels weird to say because of course i know who i am. its a me. mario. no. lol. i really want to get into tailoring my life to ME rather than just existing ya know. like i feel as though theres no point doing anything like expressing myself because ill just end up being not bothered to finish something or ill end up not liking it so ive wasted my time. but u know what. fuck it. i wanna do thinks like that and maybe one day ill look back at when i started doing this and thank myself. thats got to be worth more than the feeling of disappointment of wasting ur time for something u dont like. coz if its not better then thats not fair. i was contemplating whether or not to actually continue this because its cringe and i dont want anyone to ever find this because i hate people knowing more about me than i let them. you only ever get to know the me i want you to. lol. i exist on my conditions. i should really put this somewhere else than on a notepad on my laptop. maybe i should create a tumblr account and upload these coz i think i could access it more privately than this. the more i think about it the better of an idea this is. i still like writing on this notepad because its familiar and allows for more expression i think . because i can make as many spelling mistakes as i want and no one can correct me. haagaHHghvsqhdbjsnbsd. anyways what was i talking about. ah yes self expression. i think ive been struggling with this because i dont like boxing myself in. and i especially hate when other people box me in . :((((((( makes me mad >:[ hehehheh anyway i have the first day of online school tomorrow ... which... yeah sucks. but i dont even know if half my teachers are actually doing it lol. i hope prelims get cancelled because i mean the exams are so why shouldnt prelims be. the thing is that i struggle with motivation so much. and its not even like "i dont want to start this massive project because it will take a lot of time and energy" its more "i cant pick up that book that is within arms reach even though i quite like the idea of reading right now and wouldnt mind getting a bit of progress done i just physically cant put my phone down and pick that up because my brain doesnt want to even though.. it does????" man am i bad at explaining. anyway i was saying that because even though i knowwww i shouldve been studying the past two weeks the only thing ive done is like.. look at some spanish and thought about things i can do in my own time to help that. but the thing is i enjoy spanish for the most part so like,,, with me enjoying the subject, wanting to learn it, and going to fking uni for it, all ive done is 20 minutes of spur of the moment writing lmao. so chemistry and maths are fked. coz i dislike chem especially. fuck that shit lol. i feel very trapped in my own head but i feel like im doing that becauese ive learned to do that for so long. its weird existing to other people especially when u didnt feel like u existed to yourself for a long time. like as though ehdjsb jhbwalkjkjbf i dont know what im saying. oh yeah the minecraft end poem almost made me cry again. im gonna read it again because i just reminded myself and im gonna come back and tell u my fave. why am i speaking to you as though u are real. like ur a person. maybe ill keep doing that. what do u think. anyway brb wait im gonna play minecarft music while i read it and maybe i can cry. "i like this player. it played well. it did not give up" "this player dreamed of sunlight and trees. of fire and water. it dreamed it created. and it dreamed it destroyed. it dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. it dreamed of shelter." "does it know we love it? that the universe is kind?" "to cure it of sorrow would destroy it. the sorrow is part of its own private task" "to tell them how to live is to prevent them living" "take a breath, now. take another. feel air in your lungs. let your limbs return. yes, move your fingers. have a body again, under gravity, in air. respawn in the long dream. there you are. your body is touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. as though we were separate things" "and why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? to see you, player. to know you. and to be known." "and the universe said i love you - and the universe said you have played the game well - and the universe said everything you need is within you - and the universe said you are stronger than you know - and the universe said you are the daylight - and the universe said you are the night - and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you - and the universe said the light you seek is within you - and the universe said you are not alone - and the universe said you are not sepsrate from every other thing - and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code - and the universe said i love you because you are love" *sobs* " and the player was the universe. and the player was love. you are the player. wake up." how was i supposed to be okay after reading that huh. honestly tho i live minecraft like its such a beautiful game i cant believe i used to be ashamed to admit i played it :/ . in the middle of that i created a tumblr account coz i got sidetracked but its good to know that tumblr doesnt have a character limit that im aware of. anyway i know thats a lot of quotes its like almost half of the entire poem but like. its beautiful tho. its really grounding and like validating? to hear some of that idk. the universe is actually fking mental tho lol and i love learning about it i think thats one of the reasons i did so well in physics is that is taking something so entirely complex and crazy into math and reason and logic so i can at least understand a little about the universe. i can know it back. maybe i am the universe. and really were just understanding ourselves. getting to know who we are and where we all came from. i think thats lovely since some people (inc me) dont really know who they are or what theyre supposed to be so its comforting to know that at the very least we are all made from atoms and we were all forged from the same galaxy and that we are a part of the universe, part of something important just by existing. that we dont have to be special or unique by anyone's standards because we are formed in the same way stars are, were all just a collection of atoms, arranged to make up something incredible, and the fact that we can understand that shows how remarkable we are just by existing. like thats it. we are amazing just because we exist at the same time as the universe, that we are the universe. and so yes physics is "just maths" but maths is a tool to explain how phenomenal our exitance actually is. yeah. wow. ok imma go watch youtube or something now. bye bye. also notice how there was like an almost 3 month gap in between writing these. yeah.

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528.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 29

2701. What does 'equal' mean? that everyone’s deserving of the same rights. 2702. Do you believe in the phrase 'all men are created equal'? in theory yes, but not within our society. What about woman? unfortunately not. 2703. Have all persons been specifically 'created'? i guess? 2704. Are all persons exactly equal? i don’t think so. some are more skilled in certain areas than others etc.

2705. Or do they just have equal rights (in theory)? yes. 2706. Does art reflect society or does society reflect art? society reflects art more i think. 2707. Are you living under a little black raincloud or a ray of sunshine? neither. 2708. What do you wonder about? life. 2709. What is better..being single and free or being in love and responsible to another person? being in love and responsible. 2710. What vitamins do you take? none. 2711. In checkers..red or black? black. 2712. Is The Crow a great movie? i haven’t seen it. 2713. Do you wear all black frequently? not that often, but it’s happened. 2714. Do you ever call yourself a poet, artist, or musician? noooope. Has your writing been published, your art been hung in a gallery or your band been signed? my art has been hung before. Does it matter? not really. if i’m a creative my priority is just creating. it’s a bonus if it gets chosen to be displayed to the public. 2715. When insects get into your house, do you kill them or catch them and take them ouside or leave them alone and let them live with you? kill them. i don’t do insects dude. 2716. Name at least one person who's birthday is in: Jan.- yon Feb.- not sure Mar.- didier Apr.- ej, jerry, irene May- dwayne, dad June- mum July- bek Aug.- no one.. Sept- belle, meloy Oct- marie, cha Nov- dana, kristy, ahmad, sara, andrew, jason Dec- me, nat 2717. Which would you consider to be a worse criminal: a pedophile or a necrophile? pedophile. What if it was between a pedophile, a necrophile and a murderer? murderer. 2718. Do we start to die the day we are born or start to live the day we die? first one lol. 2719. Have you ever called your mom or dad a four letter word? sure, like the ‘best’. hahaha. 2720. Do you believe america should go to war with iraq? a bit of an old survey. 2721. Agree or disagree? (Bold is agree) “There is too much concern in courts for the rights of criminals.” “Abortion should be legal.” “The death penalty should be abolished.” “Marijuana should be legalized.” “It is important to have laws prohibiting homosexual relationships.” “The federal government should do more to control the sale of handguns.” “Racial discrimination is no longer a major problem in America.” “Wealthy people should pay a larger share of taxes than they do now.” “Colleges should prohibit racist/sexist speech on campus.” “Same-sex couples should have the right to legal marital status.” “Affirmative action in college admissions should be abolished.” “The activities of married women are best confined to the home and family.” “People should not obey laws which violate their personal values.” “Federal military spending should be increased.” “Realistically, an individual can do little to bring about changes in our society.”  Why did you agree or disagree to that last statement? i disagree because it really can only take one person to change things. 2722. Let's say that after you die you become a spirit and you join all the other spirits. Not all of them have lived. You are talking to some who have never lived about how you HAVE lived. One of the spirits who has never lived says they think they will travel to earth in a human body soon and live. They ask you what three things on Earth should I be sure not to miss? You say... 1. travel the world 2. fall in love 3. eat to your heart’s content. 2723. What kind of ass is the sexiest (flat, round, tight, hard, meaty, juicy, small, big, stacked, packed, petite, barely there, curvey, muscular, etc.)? i don’t really have a preference. if i see one i’ll know if i like it or not haha. 2724. Is there something beautiful and special about everyone? for the most part, yes. If yes is there something beautiful and special about Hitler? that’s why i said for the most part lol. How about Bin Laden? idk. What is it? apparently they found  bin laden’s laptop and saw that it had a ton of wallace and gromett videos on it looool. that’s pretty special. 2725. Have you ever moshed? hell no. If yes to what bands? If no then would you ever? i don’t think so. 2726. Do you like sushi? i love sushi. 2727. What mood are you in? pretty bored and tired. What does your mood depend on? if i’m working or not. What depends on your mood? work. 2728. wHAT IS faith? believing in someone/something. what is common sense? knowing the easiest way to do things. Do you have either or both of them? i think so. 2729. Is perfection or imperfection more beautiful? both if they’re separated.  2730. Would you think a person doing the following things has a healthy or unhealthy level of insanity? gives the finger while driving? depends what the other person did. tells their life story to people they just met? slight issues there. walks up to people and tried to convert them to a religion? unhealthy. says blah? depends how often. 2731. Do you think this is a great line of poetry: "Journey with me into the mind of a maniac. Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsac" Why or why not? lol it’s a bit of a mind fuck. 2732. Do you think that song lyrics are poems with music? sometimes. 2733. In cases of rape which do you think is more of a crime: a stranger rapes a girl OR a girl's boyfriend rapes her? both is just as bad. 2734. Did you know that in the USA it is considered to be LESS of a crime if a rapist knows the victim (because it is 'less of a crime' the rapist gets a less severe punishment)? Do you agree or disagree and why? i totally disagree. if the rapist knows the victim it puts the victim in a shitty position. if they’re someone with power and/or authority over them, the victim may find it harder to defend themselves from the rapist’s actions which can lead to emotional and psychological issues, like stockholm syndrome and shit. 2735. In the USA a few weeks ago a guy had beaten up and raped his girlfriend, for which he got 70 days of community service. He had been found guilty, got a year and a half of jail, BUT can you guess why his sentence was reduced to mere community service? . . . . . . . . He had a steady job. That's right. He was found less guilty, because he had a long-term steady job. How does this make you feel? that’s bullshit. i hope my country’s court of law isn’t that backwards. 2736. Does the character limit of notes or entries annoy you more? no. 2737. wHO'S YOUR FAVORITE WRESTLER? the rock. 2738. Have you ever been trapped in an elevator? no, thank god. 2739. What is more important, tact or honesty? it depends... in the workplace i’m all for tact. but for personal relationships, honesty. 2740. Do you have a mentor? Who? nope. 2741. If you like guys: would you rather have a 'bad' guy (motorcycles, smokes, drinks, etc) or a 'good' guy (family, domesticated, nice guy)? a good guy. Would you rather have a virgin or a more experienced guy? doesn’t matter. If you like girls: Would you rather have a virgin or a more experianced girl? would you rather have a 'bad' girl (motorcycles, smokes, drinks, etc) or a 'good' girl (family, domesticated, nice girl)? 2742. Do you feel nervous in crowds? sometimes, especially if i don’t have a clear path to walk through. 2743. Did you write a real entry today? no. What about? Was it your best writing? 2744. If you were making a 'best of' entry about your BEST entries ever what would be your top 5 best entries? lol. 2745. Do you like to play the lottery? i’ve played it once and lost. 2746. Guess what? what? 2747. Why did you choose to live one more day? i’m content with my life. 2748. What is the most beautiful myth you have ever read/heard? mermaids. 2749. Have you ever been stood up? nope. 2750. Finish the following sentences any way you want. It's always darkest before.. sunrise Never underestimate the power of.. money Don't bite the hand that.. feeds A miss is as good as a.. goal If you lie down with dogs, you.. bark Love all, trust.. no one The pen is mightier than.. a pencil An idle mind is.. free Where there is smoke, there's.. fire Happy is the bride who.. gets enough sleep Two is company, three's.. a crowd None are so blind as.. the meek You get out of something what you.. put in When the blind lead the blind.. idk Laugh and the whole world laughs with you. Cry and.. idk 2751. What's the most interesting assignment you ever had in school? making a diorama of the gold rush lol. it was fun. 2752. What's the most interesting thing you ever had to do for work? shuffle cards literally all day. 2753. Do you feel: insignificant? unable to evoke change? like one person can't change the world? like one life and one person's suffering doesn't mean very much? If you answered yes to any of those can you describe why in detail? omg cbf. 2754. Do you feel like you could contribute as much to society as ____ has? Albert Einstein: Abe Lincoln: Franz Kafka: Jesus Christ: 2755. Are you aware that your brain is the same size as Albert Einstein's brain? sure. Do you realize that you have the same number of hours in a day as Abraham Lincoln? sure.

Did you know that Franz Kafka wrote all of his amazing litterature during his lunchbreaks at work? Did you know that we are all made of matter and that you are made of the Same Thing that Jesus was made of? Do you still believe that you couldn't contribute as much to society as they did? If yes than WHY? 2756. Is your mind in the gutter? sometimes. 2757. What do you have to complain about? everythinggggg. 2758. Do you remember rock n' roll radio? nope. 2759. Is there such a thing as a food that you burn more calories from digesting than you actually absorb from it? no, i watched a video debunking the celery myth. 2760. Hey, if you've gotten this far than you and me go way back. We've been hanging out for a while now and I gotta know..do you like me? no, some of these questions are stupid. 2761. What are you doing, Dave? 2762. As far as love goes do you feel it is better to become complete before looking for someone or find someone who completes you? either is fine. it’s actually best not to look for love, and to just let it find you. 2763. What attracts you about the opposite sex (or same sex, or both sexes)? face. 2764. Do you need people or do you not need anyone? a bit of both. 2765. Is selfishness always bad? yeah, sometimes. Is selflessness always good? only if you’re bettering yourself as a person. 2766. Do you feel like your life is being controlled by a power structure? somewhat. 2767. Can you name three things in society that send the message that being completely yourself and that looking inside yourself and contemplating what's within is a good thing? no. 2768. Can you name three things in society that send the message that materialism and the accumulation of stuff is a good thing? no. 2769. What is more important, a picture or its frame? the picture. What is more important, spirituality or religion? spirituality. 2770. How many definitions can you come up with for the word 'fuck'? more than ten. 2771. Is it less offensive when a black person says Nigger than when a white person says it? yes, it’s less offensive. Why or why not? because black people have taken a derogatory word used against them back in the day and have made it into a ‘new’ meaning, which is totally fine for them to use but not for anyone else. 2772. Do you rationalize often? i guess. 2773. Do you believe that america is an imperialist nation? idk. 2774. Would you agree that: hot topic is the new abercrombie? pink is the new black: you are the new you? 2775. Do you have more internet or real life friends? real life friends. 2776. What IS the feeding of 5000? idk? 2777. What's an easy way to make money? working hard. 2778. What's your favorite slang word and what does it mean? lol idk. 2779. Are you uncomfortable? sometimes. 2780. Is anything definite besides death and taxes? life. 2781. Would you rather live fast and die young or live slow and die old? live slow die old lol. 2782. Can you name 4 people who have committed crimes against humanity? no, i ain’t no snitch. How do you think they live with themselves? idk. 2783. If you could imagine, pure fantasy, any God you could concieve, how would you want God to be? no thanks. 2784. do you think the smashing pumpkins have a strong christian theme? never really listened to them. 2785. Do you think this survey has a strong christian theme? more religious than anything. 2786. Fill in the blank for yourself" Give me ____ or give me death! life. 2787. Have you ever heard of the USA patriotism act? Apparently they have passed laws making torture legal. Also the FBI can sneak and peek into ANYONE'S home. They don't have to ask or even tell you they were there. This is already the law. So, whaddaya think? i’m glad i don’t live in the usa. 2788. The people in power step all over the average citizen, trying to secure all the power and money for themselves and leave us with no rights and under their control. They have the audacity to do this because they know that we will not lift a finger to stop them. Are they right? somewhat. 2789. The Free State Project is a plan in which 20,000 or more liberty-oriented people will move to a single state of the U.S. to secure there a free society. They will accomplish this by first reforming state law, opting out of federal mandates, and finally negotiating directly with the federal government for appropriate political autonomy. They want to be a community of freedom-loving individuals and families, and want to create a shining example of liberty for the rest of the nation and the world. What's your opinion? Could this work? Why or why not? tl:dr. 2790. Have you ever seen the Neverending Stroy? Remember when Bastian has to prove his worth by looking in that mirror where you see yourself the way you really are with no pretenses, rationalizations or mental lying? Could you stand yourself if you looked into that mirror? sure. 2791. What is soilent green? idk. 2792. What are you proud that you have never done? hard drugs. 2793. What things are hopeless? crackheads. 2794. What Are People For? idk. 2795. What book do you feel could change someone's life? idk, everyone has different tastes. 2796. Didja ever want to just walk up to the Bush administration and ask them, 'What the fuck?' no. 2797. How do you take your coffeee? two sugars and a dash of milk. 2798. Have you ever played: paintball? no. lazer tag? yes. which is better? laser tag, i’m never trying paintball lol. 2799. In what ways are you lucky? just everything i’ve had in my life so far. 2800. If Jesse Jackson wants reparations to be given to black people because he thinks that black people don't have equal opportunities in this country than why does he drive a Jaguar? idk dude.