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The worst | [Worst] Wolverine/Logan X [Male Iron Man variant] Reader
Logan hates the void, but he hates it a little less after he meets a bearable Tony Stark - except you aren't exactly a Tony Stark he recognizes.
Quick Notes : I haven't actually written for Logan before, but I'm obsessed after Deadpool and Wolverine so... Here we go. I might write a part two, but I'm not sure yet.
Story Details : Deadpool & Wolverine spoilers, Reader is male but referred to with 'You/Your' pronouns, about 800 or so words, light angst, Logan drinking (obviously), cliffhanger ending.
Logan disliked the void; he disliked it nearly as much as he disliked Wade, which was a lot. Through the entire thing - the fight in the damn honda odyssey, getting the hell away from Cassandra, even getting brought to the resistance hideout - the only thing he wanted to do was down a few bottles of booze and crash for the night. The conversation he’d had with Laura made him feel… odd. It was hard to explain, and Logan wasn’t exactly known for being ‘in touch’ with his feelings. Hell, he preferred to drown them in alcohol over talking about them or even feeling them.
The mutant was drawn from his thoughts (and the bottle in his hand) when the door to the resistance opened, your form entering the hideout. He felt his nose scrunch - the stranger smelled like rust and metal, an unpleasant combination. You looked up from something in your hand, glancing at Logan before giving a curt nod and moving towards the nearby table. It was then that he caught sight of a slight blue glow just peeking out from overtop your undone top buttons; an arc reactor. Logan grit his teeth, tearing his eyes away as he downed half the bottle - of course he’d have to deal with a damn Tony Stark variant, it couldn’t have been that Wade was awake, it had to be him.
A grunt from you pulled his attention back towards you, his gaze soon affixing to what was in your hand - or more accurately, on your arm. It was a repulsor gauntlet, probably part of a full suit if he had to guess, with the paint faded and scratched. With only a glance, he had a feeling you’d been here a long while.
“You’re the first Wolverine I’ve seen here,”
Your voice cut through Logans’ thoughts, and he couldn’t help the bitter scoff that left him - of course you’d know who he was. Shaking his head, he approached your spot at the table, taking a seat across from you as he watched. You were fiddling with your repulsor gauntlet, the screwdriver in your hand digging between the metal plates as you scowled. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with you. Huh. It was then that he fully took in your form - really looked - and noticed that you weren’t quite the Tony Stark he was used to; you didn’t even look like a Tony Stark.
“You gonna’ tell me how you got here, or are you gonna’ keep staring at me while I work?”
Logan huffed at your question, bringing the bottle of booze to his lips as he regarded you. He didn’t particularly want to talk - especially to a damn Iron Man - but he relented, the alcohol flowing through his system loosening his tongue.
“The jackass known as Wade got us both stuck here,” you paused at his words, arching a brow as Logan took a swig, “He pulled me from my universe to try and save his.”
He could tell something about his words had struck a nerve because the moment he mentioned his own universe, you all but glared down at your gauntlet, your movements with the screwdriver less controlled and precise.
“Least you’ll get a chance to leave,” came your bitter words.
It was now the mutants’ turn to raise a brow, his eyes watching you - analyzing you - for any sign of what set you off. He looked away, tipping the bottle of alcohol back as the liquor slid down his throat.
“You been stuck here a while?” Logan found himself asking, surprising both you and himself.
Even more surprising, you looked up from your gauntlet and nodded, your expression softening as you tossed the screwdriver onto the table and sighed,
“Been here longer than most. Had the TVA approach me to join the fuckin’ ‘sacred timeline’ or whatever, and when I turned it down - tried to warn the Avengers - they sent me here. I got every one of my mates killed.” Logan frowned, but didn’t interrupt. Even to him, it was clear you didn’t often talk about your past, “Cassandra’s been tryin’ to get me on her side for ages now, but I refuse. I’m a genius, not a fuckin’ lap dog for some deranged bitch.”
That got a bark of laughter from the mutant, who shook his head in amusement; you had the signature ‘Tony Stark’ cockiness, arrogance might have been a better word, but you seemed more down to earth than the one he’d known of back in his universe. You seemed to have a shadow following you, something hidden to everyone that kept you locket away; it was something he could relate to.
“You got a name they call you?” Logan asked, taking another swig from his pilfered bottle of alcohol.
You hummed, returning your focus to your repulsor gauntlet as you picked up the screwdriver once more, “I’m the worst Iron Man.”
#logan howlett x male reader#Logan howlett#Logan x reader#Logan howlett x you#male reader#wolverine x reader#Logan howlett x reader#Deadpool and wolverine#Deadpool 3#mcu
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Transcribed Excerpts from Christian Horner's hour long Interview that are batshit insane and so narratively dense you'd think they're lifted wholesale from a book, featuring:
The most in depth, behind the scenes view of what transpired in 2018
Fords CEO getting in touch with Dax to gush about how much he likes Daniel
Christian feeling vindictive towards Daniel
Christian comparing Sebastian and Max
Christian comparing Daniel to Roger Federer
How Christian had to mitigate Helmut's shitshow and personally asking Dietrich to give Daniel everything he wanted
Hilarious rapid fire in the end and his perspective on the failure of Ferrari
●●● <- indicates a time skip
Dax: In tennis you see guys when they lose steam, they break apart.
Christian Horner : you see that with checo.
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[Dax mentions that in Christian's position, a lot of people would not have invited Daniel back into the family. "Because Daniel turned his back on the family." ]
Christian: Daniel's a great guy. Very badly advised in his early career. Everybody fucks up at some point. I think he recognizes that he made a mistake. He didn't have good advice around him at the point he left us. Having spent time outside the family he realized what he had here was actually good. It was horrible to see that it got worse and worse after us. It was actually this time last year in Mexico where I sat down with him in my hotel room, I told him you need a complete reset- take a year out. Come back to us.
Dax: He's such a win for you guys.
Christian: Totally.
Dax: you sent Daniel to Jim Farley [ CEO of Ford] and I know Jim Farley and he got in touch with me and told me "That Daniel Ricciardo guy is the greatest!" I'm like to him: he's the dream, send him anywhere.
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Christian: He's [Daniel] a confidence driver, when he's got his mojo, he one of the fastest guys on the grid.
Dax: he's lethal.
Christian: yep.
Dax: he's got that magic thing that people either have or don't have in my opinion which is: there are winners and there are not winners
[you're not ready for this lol]
Christian: He came to us, he's one of our juniors, I remember going to watch him in formula 3, he really stood out. Very smooth. Just great. Naturally. Like a Roger Federer kind of style behind the wheel, very very classic. Light touch. Great, great skill. And then he came through the system [RB program] when we had Sebastian Vettel, 4 time world champion- Mark Webber retired. We chose Daniel as the Junior, with no expectation on him and he started beating Vettels ass. he won 3 races in 2014 when we had FAR from the best engine, Sebastian never won a race that year.
Dax: Even his time at Mclaren, it sucked for him but he's the only one who won a race.
Christian: He IS the only one who won a race.
Dax: and for a long time now.
Christian: and Renault he had great performances. [...] he's got to feel the love. He's got to feel comfortable in the environment that he's in. Some of his races for us were- absolutely outstanding.
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[Christian about the 2018 negotiations]
Christian: I asked Dietrich to show Daniel love. Helmut was obviously pro Max, I said if you could just balance things out, let him [Daniel] know you want him. Dietrich said "no problem, I'll talk to him" so he took Daniel upstairs after the race in Austria to talk to him, and they were there for well over an hour.
Dax: To the point you were nervous?
Christian: I thought SHIT! But they reappear, and they're both smiling, I tell him: "Dietrich, how did it go?" He says,"No problem, don't worry about it. It's not even a question [that daniel would leave]"
Christian: Then we went to Germany, and his engine blew up. His engine kept letting him down, letting him down, letting him down. But from there, we went to Hungary, and we got his paperwork [Daniel's contract] for a TWO year deal all sorted out. Daniel's manager came to me and said 'listen Daniel is nervous about the engine' because we were going to switch to Honda so his manager said: 'he'll do ONE year' I thought wow. That's not really what we talked about, because in 6 months we'll be having the same conversation. So I remember I went back to Dietrich, and I said, "it's about relationships. It's NOT about contracts. If he wants a one year contract, give him a one year contract," so at this point: he's got everything he wants. Also, at that point, Daniel was doing a test for us after the Hungarian race, I thought Daniel will sign the paperwork on Monday, suddenly Monday goes and he's in the car on Tuesday. I'm starting to smell something because this is an enormous deal, you'd have thought he'd be in a rush to sign this contract. And he didn't sign the contract before he got in the car in the morning and I thought he'd sign by lunchtime but it didn't happen. He had to get out of the car and go straight to the airport because he's flying from here to LA and I thought he'll call me. I'm feeling something at this point.
Dax: you know you're about to be broken up with.
Christian: yeah.
Dax: if your girlfriend didn't show up to lunch then dinner-
Christian: exactly. So- he [daniel] rings me, I was in the car with Geri, he tells me "I just got off the plane, I arrived in LA, and I've been thinking on the flight, all the way here- I'm not going to sign the contract. I'm going to take another contract. [...] he tells me Renault? The engine that let him down for 2 years? I was convinced, I was CONVINCED- because Daniel has got a sense of humour- I thought- he's taking the piss. I thought come on. I told him: come on. There is no way. You're not going to Renault, stop fucking about, just sign the contract. After 10 minutes he finally persuaded me that he was going to Renault. It was disappointing.
Dax: I wanna applaude you, because a lot of people who go through that experience think: fuck you.
Christian: there was an element of that. I thought: go and suck on a lemon for a bit. But actually during the pandemic, I remember he called me and said "Christian I hate to say this to you but you were right"
•••
Christian thinks Max > Vettel
Christian about Alex and Pierre being teammates with Max: he broke them
[Very confused in this part because Christian like? Says the best thing for Checo to perform is to forget about Max, stop trying to compete with him, stop looking at his data? Girl you are NOT selling it rn]
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When Christian is asked to analyse Red Bull's champions, he thinks Sebastian and Max are diametrically opposed . Sebastian is your stereotypical German, he would be at the track until 11 to analyse data. Max is not interested in all the detail [devasting news for all the bitches who spent years trying to dunk on Daniel by calling him not technical, Christian seems to think that Daniel and Max share a natural ability that doesn't rely on data.] He [Max] Gives you just what he needs to go faster. Max hates testing, has no interest in it.
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Christian confirms he has a lucky toilet.
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Christian says in 2014-18 Red Bull came this 🤏 close to selling to Audi.
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Christian: Drive to Survive is the Kardashians on wheel
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Christian: You get characters like Gunther Steiner. How scary is he. He used to work for us, I had to be the one to fire him.
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Christian on why he believes Ferrari have failed over the last 15 years: Ferrari is a national institution instead of a Team. It needs to become a racing team again. Too many people have input at the top.
#it like. reads like fanfic#this team is so fucked up none of this can be healthy#what makes him tick#its all very insane. Machiavellian!Christian... be very afraid.#i wish Christian didnt speak about seb like that. just be more respectful. he clearly has his favourites#f1#daniel ricciardo#Christian horner#brazilian gp 2023
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all we do.
“ and she can’t leave me alone ‘cause i drive her body crazy. “
a thrilling night out leads to you in the back of an uber with some guy who may have been following you the whole night. but who cares? you’re drunk and in need of a quick one — and he’s more than willing to give you just that and a little more.
park wonbin. smut. darkish? you’re drunk and there’s a little hesitation.
the cool night air hit your body like a wave as you clung onto some guys arm for dear life. the music from the bar stationed right behind you filling your ears each time the door was abruptly swung open. your head was spinning, breathing sloppy. you were nearly black-out drunk. a few close friends had asked you to come out with them to kick off the long weekend. you, being more than happy to go out, excepted the invite with open arms. spending a few hours to get yourself situated — though, all that hard preparation would be thrown out the window once you had one too many shots.
you had left around 10, your friends saying to meet them at the first bar by 10, making it there a quarter after. it all became a blur afterwards. that’s how you ended up here. standing outside of some club waiting for your uber. but it wasn’t necessarily your uber. it was his. but who was he? as if you knew. all you knew was that he was fine and the alcohol in your system made you feel a certain way about being so close to him. his eyes would dart down to you with every movement you made. you swayed to the side a little? he’d be watching you intensely. trying to regain your balance? he’s now watching and slipping a hand around your waist. as he steadied your body, a black honda would pull up in front of you two, honking its horn to get your attention.
it made your head jolt up, stumbling forward, the man helped you to the vehicle, slipping you into the backseat. “where we headed?” the driver questioned, even though he already knew. he wanted to make sure you knew. looking at the driver with droopy eyes, the guy spoke for you, mumbling out some address that definitely wasn’t yours and a half-assed reason on why you can’t respond at the moment.
the drive was silent and you were fumbling with your phone. finger swiping through the multitude of missed calls and texts. texts of concern, all along the lines of “where’d you go” “who was he?” before you could even think of answering, your phone abruptly turned off. in an attempt to unlock it, the low battery symbol flashed on the screen. a defended sigh slipping past your lips. the vehicle stoped harshly stopping at a red light, giving you a moment to get a good look at the man next to you. “hi.”
confused, he glanced over at you. “hello.” his voice was laced with confusion, as if he didn’t expect you to actually know how to talk. there was silence from you, lips in a straight line as you thought of what to say. “where are we-“ you were stopped as the car jerked and moved again. “where are we going?” you questioned, sounding more aware now. city lights flashed across your face as you awaited an answer.
“remember? you said you wanted to go somewhere a little more private.” no, you didn’t. actually, you more or so said ‘what the fuck do you want.’ but you don’t remember that and you certainly didn’t mind either. a lazy smile spreading on your face as the realization of what he meant by, private, set in. besides, it won’t hurt if you don’t remember it.
humming in response , you surveyed the surroundings once more. laying your head back onto the seat of the car, a ringing filled your ears. god, maybe a chaser would have helped you in the long run. wonbin and the driver would look at you and then at each other, the driver would turn down the radio for your sake.
stopping in front of some apartment complex, wonbin was quick to pay off the driver before getting you out of the car. basically dragging you by your arm to the entrance. god, he had been waiting so long to get you alone. watching as you danced through the crowds of people, naively asking for something stronger each time you’re feet would stumble over to the bar.
finding it insulting when you rudely told him to fuck off when he did as much as attempt to talk to you. but he let it slide since you were still somewhat sober and couldn’t necessarily see him. but once he noticed that cutesy little slur in your words and how your fingers meekly pulled at the hem of your dress, he was sure he could get to you. managing to get you alone, persuade you into going with him. and that’s how you’re here. standing behind the man as he fumbled with his house keys. the fluorescent lights of the hall making your head spin.
pushing the door open, wonbin doesn’t give you even a moment to take in your surroundings. lips quickly colliding with yours, his hands groping and touching whatever he could. causing you to yelp in shock, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into your agape mouth. his movements were quick, not giving you a single moment to do as much as breathe. your nails found security in his arms, digging into the flesh forming crescents in their wake.
he wouldn’t let up until he couldn’t breathe, finally pulling his face away to catch a glimpse at yours. lips parted, pupils dilated and hands still clawing at his biceps. a dazed expression took over your features and oh did he love it. lowering his head, wonbin was just a few centimeters from your ear. “loosen your grip.” your hands almost instantly falling to your sides, wonbin grasped your wrist. again, dragging you like a ragdoll into the next stop.
his room.
pushing you onto the comforter, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t getting slightly impatient the more time went on. besides, he wasn’t one for prep anyway. a few kisses were good enough to get him ready for a quick pump and dump.
when your body sunk into the mattress, adding his weight into the equation — there was basically a dip at the edge. your legs dangled over the mattress, his hands working to pull the dress that you dawned, up your thighs and bunched up at your waist. “wait..” hands bolting towards his, your fingers stopped his from pulling off your panties. his gaze flickered up to meet yours — an annoyed huff leaving his mouth. the man rolled his eyes before smacking your hands away. “i don’t have all night.” yanking off the fabric, wonbin didn’t do as much as spare your face another glance. working to get his pants down, your body just barely in his peripheral vision.
the cold air of his room hit his now exposed dick, sending a shiver down his spine. gripping onto the fat of your leg, he slung the limb over his shoulder — desire quickly taking over his body. slipping his cock between your folds before forcing himself inside. his groaning paired with your moans mixed and bounced off the walls. clutching onto your ankle, he raised your leg into the air. his other hand finding a place on your hips. the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping together filled any empty space in the air.
with your drunken state and this overstimulating feeling already building in between your legs, your body subconsciously started to move away from his grip. “can’t take it!” your hands reached out for whatever you could cling onto. your body was quickly pushed back onto his cock. looking up at him, you were met with a nasty glare. “stop fucking running and take it.” as each of his words rolled off his tongue, they were being backed up by a harsh snap of his hips. a mind numbing sensation running through your body — followed by you spewing out a string of sorrys’.
rutting into your womb, his once brutal pace was faltering. and before either of you knew it, he stilled — balls deep, the males body grew weak while emptying all he had inside of you. and we all know you’re a little dumb and just so happened to forget to take the pill tonight.
better pray it’ll work if you take it after the fact.
pulling out, wonbin quickly cleaned himself up. looking at the mess of his bed. breathing heavy, the ache in between your legs intensified. “i didn’t get to-“ a slap on your thigh quickly shut you up.
“yeah i know, now hurry up and get your shit. your Uber’s outside.”
me when i get carried away and make wonbin a little meaner than intended. guys, i have a problem! born to be a pillow princess that has rough fantasies?? but i hope you guys enjoyed and i hope i can find the same amount of motivation to right a soft fic like how i write these. but happy late wonbin day.
#luvyujun#riize#riize wonbin#wonbin#park wonbin#riize angst#riize scenarios#riize imagines#riize x reader#riize smut#wonbin x reader#wonbin smut
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Sometimes Things Just Click
Uber Driver! Amanda x Angela
Angela, who's getting herself back into the dating world, has a chance encounter with her Uber driver, Amanda. After her date doesn't go as planned she finds herself enjoying Amanda's company.
Tags: Alternate Universe, Gay Disaster! Angela Giarratana, Mentioned Original Character, Light Banter
Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Remain respectful.
Word count: 3,638
Angela clicked on the Uber app for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. She watched as the small car on her phone slowly followed the route to her apartment. She shifted from one foot to another, glancing at the sign that displayed “Circa Luxury Apartments'' in big bold navy blue letters. She looked back down at her phone, noticing her Uber driver was a mile away.
The blue dot on the phone is a bit off on the agreed meeting spot. She wasn’t used to using Uber, having only used it for today because her date had told her the restaurant was known for their alcoholic drinks. Plus, if Angela was going to be stepping back into the dating world after a few years she'd most likely need a few drinks in her system. Without them she could only imagine at some point her nerves would get the best of her in some way.
Especially given the fact her and her date weren't exactly entirely into each other just yet. It was mainly a thing both were down to try and see what happens. Though Angela could do without the restaurant being a bit far away.
Angela's phone sprung to life, a loud and familiar ringtone being heard. She haphazardly lowered the volume of her ringtone, accepting the call as she stepped farther out the sidewalk.
"Hey, Angela?" A pleasant and friendly sounding voice asked.
"Uh, yeah," Angela replied. She looked at the Uber driver's name, briefly thankful for a common name she wouldn't accidentally butcher. "Amanda, right?"
"Yeah," she paused. Angela could hear the wind in the background as Amanda drove. "Just checking, are you in the parking lot or near the front sign?"
"Front sign."
"Cool," she said. "I'll be there in a second, once this light turns green." Before Angela could reply and thank her the call ended.
She shifted from one foot to another, the nerves regarding her date starting to rise up on her. With every passing second she was getting closer and closer to the date itself and she couldn't help but be nervous. She had only talked to her tinder date for almost 3 weeks, albeit there weren't many texts in the first place. Past memories of various crime documentaries she watched that all started with online dating rushed through her mind, making Angela anxiously tap her foot. Angela knew the basics about her and they had called way more than they texted. Maybe, she shouldn't have listened to Chanse's advice and put herself out there. She had always preferred meeting someone in real life anyway, starting as friends and seeing how something goes from there.
The sight of a silver honda brought her out of her thoughts as her Uber driver pulled up on the side of the road. She could see her from the window, her Uber driver evidently very pretty. Angela glanced at the front seat, momentarily, noticing a small bag resting there. She walked towards the back, opening the door and immediately noticing how clean the car was. It was definitely cleaner, and smelt nicer than her own car.
Amanda turned, glancing at Angela and smiled. "You got a date?" She asked as she put her car out of park, and Angela put on her seatbelt. "The dress is nice. You look pretty."
Angela gulped, ignoring the part of her brain that was reeling over the fact her Uber driver looked effortlessly gorgeous without even trying. "Yeah, thanks," she said, pausing as she made an effort to continue the conversation. It'd be nice to talk to someone anyway, perhaps it'd help her get over her nerves before her date. "It's honestly my first date in like forever. I don't really try out online dating much but my friend told me I should put myself out there."
"Oh, this is a first date," Amanda mused, as she made a u-turn. "Well you definitely dressed for it. What made you get back into dating? If you don't mind me asking of course." She quickly added as an afterthought.
"I've been single for too long," Angela mumbled just loud enough for Amanda to hear. "I took a pause on dating in the first place to focus on acting."
Angela sighed as the words left her mouth, a part of her scared at the reaction. From her experience it either ranged from apprehension at a career that didn't promise much, or shock that she was going into the field in the first place. For people who knew her it was easier since they knew what she was like.
Amanda lightly chuckled. "What a small world," she said. "I'm doing acting too. I actually had an audition a few hours ago."
In an instant, as if a switch was flipped Angela visibly brightened smiling as she leaned closer. "How did it go?" She asked excitedly.
"I'm onto the next stage," Amanda grinned. "I think it's me up against like fifteen other girls."
"Good luck," Angela smiled. "I hope you get the part."
"Thank you," she said. "I'm looking forward to a more proper role. I've mainly just been doing commercials nowadays."
"Hey, still something." Angela commented. She looked out the window, watching as they stopped once again due to the traffic. Maybe she should've gone out earlier to catch an Uber ride. "So, do you just work as an Uber driver or is there another side hustle you have going on?"
"Bartending. I mainly just do this on the side when I don't have a shift."
Somehow, she found that hot. Angela wasn't sure if her date was making her have a lot more borderline-lewd thoughts or if she genuinely just thought this.
Bringing Angela back to reality, Amanda spoke again. Her car started up again as she continued driving. "Hey, what time is your date? I hope you're not late." Her eyes briefly glanced over to her car's console, the time displayed in a blue glow. "It's almost 6:30. God, I'd hate for you to miss your date. Especially, when it's your first time back in the dating world.”
Angela smiled at her concern. It felt nice to have even a stranger care for something pertaining to her life. "Yeah, my date starts at 6:30." She pulled out her phone, turning on her data, as she pulled up the most recent text conversation. Like the others it was short and brief, always showing a past call instead. "It's okay, I'll just text her that I'm going to be a bit late. I should be fine."
The fact she said 'her' completely slipped Angela's mind, the sentence coming out almost naturally. It wasn't as if Angela was closeted, rather she just never went out of her way to tell people. She always preferred to keep that part of her life private, and have that part of her more open to her closest friends.
A second of silence passed between the two. "If you say so," Amanda commented. "We have about 5 minutes left, so you shouldn't be too late. Oh! Real quick, I've been to that restaurant before, you want some recommendations?"
"Yeah sure," Angela shrugged. "I've never been to Mastro's Ocean Club anyway."
"Try the Japanese Wagyu steak if you can," she briefly glanced at Angela, winking. "You won't regret it."
Angela gulped. "Got it. I'll see once I see the rest of the menu."
A nice and natural conversation followed, soothing Angela's pre-date nerves with everything Amanda said. She felt easy to talk to, though conversation topics didn't come easily since they were strangers, it still felt natural. It felt nice. Though she hadn't been on many Uber rides, it always seemed extremely easy for the rest of the ride to be followed in silence until she reached her destination.
With a smooth stop Amanda pulled up to the restaurant, Angela not even realising she had arrived until the car fully stopped. "Finally here." Amanda said, her voice almost a pitch louder. "Christ, traffic was a bitch today."
Angela double checked her small bag, before exiting the car, as she waved Amanda off. She saw as Amanda smiled, pausing before she rolled down her car's window. "Enjoy your date, Angela." Amanda smiled. "It was nice meeting you.”
Angela turned, to meet Amanda's gaze. "You too. Thanks for the ride."
As she drove off a small part of her couldn't help but think about Amanda. She would've been a nice friend to have, she thought offhandedly. As the thought crossed her mind she sighed, burying the fleeting thought. She was just an Uber driver who was making conversation. That was it. She had a date to focus on anyway.
Angela entered the restaurant, she let out a shaky breath. Her hand fished into her pocket, frowning as she was left on read. She groaned, glancing past the front desk, attempting to spot her date.
She stepped to the side, away from the line of people waiting at the front desk, and called her date.
“Oh, hey,” she said. “Sorry I forgot to tell you earlier. Are you at the restaurant?”
“Yeah,” Angela paused. “Gwen, where are you?”
“Sorry, uh I actually meant to cancel our date,” Gwen said as she stumbled over her words, seeming incredibly awkward at that moment.
“What?” Angela repeated incredulously. “I'm literally at the restaurant. Could you not have told me this before?”
“I got distracted.”
Angela pressed further, ignoring the couple that looked at her weirdly. “By what? What in the world distracted you long enough that you couldn't even text me a few simple words?” Angela sighed, determined to remain calm in that moment. “You even left me on read when I told you I'd be showing up a bit late to the restaurant.”
“You know I'm bad at texting,” Gwen sighed. “That's literally why we had a date in the first place, is it not?”
“That doesn't matter,” Angela argued. “You still could've called me.”
“Fine, I'm sorry, you're right,” she said. “I'm just going to be honest with you.” Angela hummed lowly, telling Gwen to continue. “There was this other girl I was chatting with. She was the one I was more interested in and she was suddenly available today.”
Before Gwen could even continue explaining herself Angela hung up. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she resisted the urge to just scream. She looked ahead at the restaurant, noticing she was the last one waiting to be seated.
“Might as well get a meal out of this shitty development,” Angela mumbled to herself, approaching the front desk and forcing herself to smile as she spoke.
As the words left the worker's mouth Angela was so close to just calling Chanse and rant to him.
“I'm so sorry, Gwen called earlier to cancel her reservation. We can squeeze you in tomorrow at nine, if you're interested.”
She thanked the worker with a strained smile, bolting out of the restaurant right after. All she wanted to do was go home. Rather than being mad that she never got to go out on a date with her, she was more so annoyed by her actions. Sure, a part of Angela definitely liked talking to the girl, given the many times they called. Yet all of that feeling seemed to disappear over the anger she felt. The wasted effort in putting on makeup and finding a fancy dress, combined with the now wasted money on Uber rides was a lot testing her.
She pulled out her phone, ordering another Uber ride, and waited. She watched as the order processed, and a few seconds passed as she got connected to the driver.
“Meet the driver at Mastro's Ocean Club”
Right under the pickup screen was the name Amanda. A familiar profile picture of her smiling right next to her name. Realistically, Angela should've seen this coming. Of course she'd be the one closest to the restaurant. She had dropped her off not even ten minutes ago.
All Angela could do was wait and watch as the time slowly changed, giving an estimate on how long it'd be until she arrived. Angela wasn't sure how she felt about it, suddenly very unsure. A part of her wanted a different Uber driver who'd just drop her off and it'd be all over with. Whilst the other part of her wondered what'd it be like to talk to her. They had definitely gotten along to some extent.
It didn't take long for the familiar silver car to pull up by the restaurant. Just before Angela could move herself to the backseat, Amanda rolled down her window, patting at the passenger seat right next to her.
"Hey, Angela," Amanda sadly smiled, as Angela buckled herself in. She hesitated over her words, pausing as she found the right words to say. "So what happened to your date?” She asked. Angela couldn't help herself but look away from Amanda, watching as the car started to move. "Fuck, we're you too late? I didn't think seven minutes would matter that much." Amanda said her words slightly rushed.
"No," Angela sighed. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt comfortable talking to Amanda. She leaned her head back against the chair, letting herself dully list off the events. "When I called her and told her that I'm at the restaurant, she apparently forgot to tell me that she's cancelling our date,” Angela explained, her tone showing how annoyed she was. "Then when I tried to just eat by myself, because you know, at least I'll get a meal, turns out she cancelled her reservation earlier and just never told me."
Amanda’s face scrunched up in confusion. "What the hell?! Who does that?" She ranted. “It's too bad you couldn't even get a meal out of it, geez.” Amanda continued.
“I don't know,” Angela shrugged. “I just wish I was told before I got all dressed up.”
“Well, at the end of the day, it's her loss,” Amanda smiled. She paused as she waited to take a turn, as if she was trying to find the right words. “You look like a tall glass of wine in that dress, and she doesn't deserve to even see you in that."
Angela's eyes widened, and swore her face would appear red for Amanda to see had it not been dark. She really needed to get used to compliments.
As Angela glanced over at Amanda, she watched as she tapped her fingers against her steering wheel. "You know,” she said, continuing what she said before. “Even though you're not that tall.” She glanced over at Angela giving her a small smile. She couldn't help but return it despite Amanda’s jab. She was trying to make her feel better.
Amanda's mouth opened, just about to take back the teasing jab with a rushed ‘just kidding,’ but Angela interrupted her, chuckling.
“That's not fair!” Angela started. “I'm literally average height, a lot of people just happen to be taller than me." She continued, smiling wider as Amanda seemed to brighten at the starting banter. "Also, how'd you know that you'd tower over me? I know I appear short next to your car, but still.”
Amanda laughed. “First of all, never called you short,” she continued. “Also I'm around six feet.”
Angela had a feeling she'd be tall anyway given how far back her chair was compared to the passenger seat, but she definitely didn't think she'd be that tall. For a second Angela was left speechless, with a huge part of her reeling over how tall she was. That definitely made her more attractive in her books.
“That does not matter at all,” Angela said, despite her previous thoughts.
"How come?" Amanda said, chuckling underneath her breath. The sound itself made Angela want to hear it again. It was short, and she had heard it before in their earlier conversation, but it'd be nice just to hear her laugh again.
Angela paused as her brain worked a mile a minute to think of a comeback. "Tall people die faster!" She came up with, immediately regretting it due to how stupid that sounded.
"What?" Amanda said in-between a laugh, making Angela lean over in her seat with a smile. "Is that even true?"
"I don't know! But if it is, it's targeting you and my stupid supposed-to-be date."
Amanda could only smile, rolling her eyes, as she continued to focus on the road. "You're not going on another date with her, right?" She asked, changing the subject after a comfortable moment of silence."Because everything she did is some kind of red flag."
"Oh hell no." Angela immediately answered. "Especially, not once she told me the reason she cancelled was because her first choice was available or something.”
"What the hell?!" Amanda asked for the second time throughout the car ride. "Hey, let's take a detour and go to her house and kick her ass.” She joked, making Angela chortle.
Amanda's tone straightened out as she fixed her posture. Another moment of silence took over them but never was it tense nor awkward to her.
"In all seriousness though, are you okay?" Amanda hesitantly spoke. One of her hands reached out towards Angela's hand that was resting on the seat. She squeezed it briefly, the touch itself comforting, before darting it back to the wheel. "I'm sorry your date sucked."
Angela wasn't even that upset about it anymore. "I'm actually doing a lot better than I was before," she honestly spoke. "You made me feel better. Thank you."
"I'm glad I was able to,” she said. "Or else this Uber ride would be a lot different."
As Amanda continued to drive Angela back to her apartment, they comfortably talked about anything. The onsurge of traffic in certain areas allowed them to talk for longer. Whether it be the types of roles they took on recently, or their other hobbies and interests. It felt nice talking to her. They even had shows they both watched which made the conversation flow easier. They talked as if they knew each other for way longer than what was roughly an hour.
As they slowly started to approach Angela's apartment complex, now being within the neighborhood, Angela didn't want this moment to end. She opened her mouth, changing the subject as she saw the building in the distance.
"Honestly, I think I'd end up having more fun talking to you than I ever would've on that date," Angela suddenly confessed. "We just ended up going on one anyway to see if there'd be more chemistry in real life. Overall, I don't regret how this night went at all.”
Amanda didn't say anything for one second then another. Her hands gripped at her steering wheel. "Well,” she bit her lip. “Do you think there's chemistry here?"
Angela choked on her own spit as she processed her words. In hindsight she could definitely see how what she said could be interpreted as something. Even though Angela genuinely just meant it as being friendly, even if her heart didn't share the same sentiment. "Are you hitting on me?"
"If you want me to,” Amanda quickly replied. "If you're not ready for anything after your whole failed date thing, I totally get it. Don't worry about it.”
"I don't look this good without the makeup and dress on." Angela said, as if she was warning Amanda, still in disbelief over everything.
"I don't care,” Amanda chuckles. She parks her car, making Angela realise they had arrived. "You'd end up looking adorable either way."
Angela smiles. She takes off her seatbelt, but remains seated, not leaving the car just yet. "Do you flirt with all of your passengers?" She asked, jokingly.
"Nope.”
"Then what made you so interested in me?”
"You literally made my night Angela,” Amanda admitted. "Sure our first ride was a bit awkward, but that was literally the most genuine conversation I'll ever get out of an Uber ride. I had fun talking to you and getting to know you. I don't want this to just end here.
"Yeah, me too." Angela breathed out with an infectious grin. She ignored the way her heart beat against her chest, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach she hadn't felt in so long returning. All she wanted to do was soak herself in this moment.
"So, how do you feel about a date?” Amanda asked, not once breaking eye contact. “I can even drive you. Free of charge.”
"Ohh a free Uber ride, how romantic," Angela joked, rolling her eyes. "How can I possibly say no to that?”
She smiles, pulling out her phone from her pocket and hands it to Angela. "Put in your number, and I'll text you."
“I look forward to it.”
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"Angela,” Chanse started, as soon as the call connected. "You can't just text me ‘my date went terribly, I'm so happy’ and expect me to connect the dots.”
"My date pulled a dick move, okay? Like, obviously, I cared for her, and was willing to try it all out to see if we’d click, but after everything I’m just taking it as a warning sign.” Angela answers. She looks at herself in the mirror, taking off her makeup as she spoke. “But I got a date with someone else, anyway, so it doesn't bother me that much anymore.
"Well, damn, you moved on fast,” he commented. "What the heck happened?"
"I hit it off with my Uber driver,” Angela shrugged, as if that was the most normal and natural thing.
"What?" He asked in disbelief. "Angela, what? Your Uber driver? How? Why?”
Angela could only explain the whole thing to him from the beginning, which of course only prompted even more questions from her best friend.
#amangela#amanda lehan canto#angela giarratana#smosh rpf#smoshblr#oneshot#alternate universe#i keep on posting my fucking drafts too early and have to panickly edit#also don't flirt with your uber driver#i came up with this after taking an uber to my appointment and sat in complete silence#amangela height difference can kill me any day
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Modern! Hantengu Brothers in: What car would they have.
Heyyyy!!! So I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for quite a while so I just decided to just go on ahead and complete it! Hope y’all like it!
Sekido: Car #1: BMW M8/ Car#2: Kia Stinger
• Okay so hear me out. Mans has TWO cars.
• He regularly drives his Kia around to and from work & when he feels like it, he’ll bust out the Beemer (probably to race his brothers if they rile him up enough or some shit)
• He makes his own maintenance to both his cars. (Such as upgrades on the sound system, designs, window tint, oil changes, tire replacements, all that jazz) He takes pride in making sure his rides are well taken care of.
• He is definitely one of the more responsible drivers out of the four. (Unless Karaku & Urogi get on his nerves enough to make him race)
• Has red and black interior in BOTH of his cars. (I mean because what is Sekido without the color RED)
• Has a Black Ice scented freshener in his cars.
Karaku: Dodge Charger Hellcat SRT
• Come on y’all.. this is Karaku we’re talking about. Of course he has a fast muscle car & YES it’s loud green!
• Like Sekido, Karaku takes pride in keeping his car in great condition with everything it needs when it needs it.
• He gets MANY compliments on his car from literally EVERYONE. One time a kid caught him walking back to his car and he literally talked Karaku’s ear off about how cool his car was and how he wanted one just like it when he got older.
• Yes, He’s one of those guys that will see someone in the next lane at a stop light and starts wanting to race them. Again, this is Karaku we’re talking about here. 😂
• Will be the ringleader in challenging Sekido’s BMW to a race. One time, he made Sekido so annoyed he took him up on the offer only for Karaku to lose. He was still wanting to race again afterwards. (He’s a persistent one)
• His interior is matte black inside and his steering wheel cover is lime green like his car.
• Karaku definitely likes a fruity smell in his car so I’d see him with a pineapple or strawberry scent in his car.
Aizetsu: Honda Civic Sport (Two door)
• Definitely has a Honda because they are very reliable, long lasting cars. (Wise choice man, wise choice)
• Takes great care of his car & it’s always in perfect condition. He pretty much has to upkeep his cars condition because his part time job requires him to travel.
• Has amazing driving skills and is one of the better/ responsible drivers out of the four brothers. (Mans can literally parallel park in his sleep 😂😂)
• Has blacked out rims on his car gifted to him by Karaku for his birthday.
• Urogi and Karaku try to get Aizetsu to race but he declines everytime.
• His interior is solid black and he has a blue and black steering wheel cover. He has a ocean scent freshener in his car and has both a Nigerian and Japanese flag hanging on his rear view mirror.
Urogi: Dodge Challenger SRT Demon
• *sigh* There are responsible drivers, and there are irresponsible drivers, then there’s UROGI. 🥲
• Seriously, he doesn’t know what a speed limit is & the fact that he has one of the fastest cars doesn’t make it better 🤦🏾♀️.
• He’s another one of those guys that won’t hesitate to race someone at a stop light (because of course he does) He leaves them in the dust every time though.
• Despite being a moderately reckless driver, Urogi does keep his car in very good condition and is on time with any maintenance.
• Him and Karaku loveeeee teasing their brothers to get them to race with them on the weekends. They see it as a “bonding experience” and Urogi especially gets a thrill out of it. He has the most fun with teasing Sekido because he knows it gets on his nerves.
• Mans has definitely gotten stopped by the police once or twice but that still hasn’t stopped him. 😂😂😂
• His interior is gold and black and he has a gold steering wheel cover. He has a pine scented freshener in his car because it makes him think of being in the nature (He loves nature/ outdoors) so that’s natural for him.
I Hope ya enjoyed my silly lil car headcanons! I will be uploading my main headcanons soon! I had to make some revisions but it’s still coming but this is to hold you over!
I Tag: @i-karaku-swear-i-dont-smoke-weed @ch3rriiii-bunn @doesfairieshavetails @doumaverse
#hantengu clones#sekido#urogi#aizetsu#karaku#kny headcanons#headcanon#Sekido x black reader#Urogi x black reader#Aizetsu x black reader#Karaku x black reader#hantengu clones x reader#black writers
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BUNGO STRAY DOGS VS LITERATURE: THE DECAY OF ANGELS
This is going to be the first in a long (long) running series where the goal is to read every single book mentioned by name in Bungo Stray Dogs, and try to connect the themes of that book to the characters who are referencing that book. In light of the recent arc I am starting out with "The Decay of Angels" the villainous organization consisting of Bram Stoker, Nikolai Goggol, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ochi Fukuchi and Sigma.
The name Decay of Angels comes from Yukio Mishima's novel, the Decay of the Angel. The fourth and last book in his Sea of Fertility tetraology which is widely considered to be his masterpiece. I read all four books, so underneath the cut I'll elaborate on the connections between Yukio Mishima's work and Bungo Stray Dogs.
1. The Decay of the Angel
The Sea of Fertility is a tetralogy of novels written by Japanese AUuhor Yukio Mishima. The four novels are Spring Snow, Runaway Horses, the Temple of Dawn, and the Decay of Angel. The main timeline of the story stretches from 1912 to 1975, the main character of all four books is Shigekuni Honda a law student in Spring Snow, who's best friend Kiyoaki Matsugae dies at the age of twenty at the end of the first book. In each sequel, Shigekuni meet what he believes are the reincarnations of Kiyoaki, who are condemned by karma to die at an early age. Every time he attempts to save them from their deaths he fails.
The strongest connection between the Sea of Fertility itself, and the "Decay of Angels" organization depicted in Bungo Stray dogs is that both are heavily inspired by Buddhist ideology. The Sea of Fertility is an exploration of the concepts of both "reincarnation" and "karma" while the ideology of the decay of angels is to enact Karma in the real world for the past sins of the governing body.
The brihadarankyaka Upanishad states: Indeed the person performing a good deed will become benevolent, and one performing a bad deed will bcome evil; one becomes pure by pure acts, and black by evil acts. Therefore it is said: a human being is composed of karma, or "desire" by following karma one creates will, by following will one creates karma, and through karma, samsara comes into existence." The Temple of Dawn
Both the ideology of the Decay of Angels, and Yukio Mishima's work make constant references to budhism like this. Budhists conceive of the world as a suffering-laden sycle of life, death and rebirth without beginning or end known as Samsara. In essence in budhism, beings are driven from life to life in this system by karma which is activated by good or ill actions committed in this life as well as previous lives. Fukuchi's goal is more or less to make Karma real and enact it with his hand, to punish governing bodies for their past sins.
His ideals are also heavily budhist in nature, more or less budhists believe suffering in inherent to life. The goal of budhism is actually to stop being reborn and escape the cycle of death and rebirth by eventually purifying yourself of earthly desires, etc. etc. Fukuchi's goals allign with these ideas. Just like reality and earthly desires inherently cause suffering. As long as governments exists, they will continue to create war. The only way forward is to create a death and rebirth. Governments have to die, so society as a whole can be reborn into a higher, more enlightened state. He is essentially twisting lofty budhist ideals to justify his extreme political actions.
Bungo Stray dogs also borrows some symbolism from the fourth book, the Decay of the Angel. In budhist scripture Devas are mortal angels. A topic the fourth book discusses at length.
Here is the account in the twenty fourth fascicle of the Ekottara-augama: "There are thirty-three angels and one arch angel, and the signs of death in them are fivefold. Their flowered crowns wither, their robes are soiled, the hollows under their arms are fetid, the body ceases to give off light, it loses awareness of itself." Decay of the Angel
There are five members of the decay of angels in BSD, Fukuchi, Fyodor, Goggol, Bram, and Sigma, just like the five stages of decay. Just as in budhist belief death comes for everything, even the angels, the stated goal of the organization is to bring death to the members of the world's government. Quite literally in Fukuchi's case, by controlling a vampire army (vampires being symbols of death due to being undead and bloodsuckers themselves).
2. Death and Rebirth
The main premise of the Sea of Fertility is tracking the four reincarnations of one individual. Each successive reincarnation lives a short life and dies for the sake of an ideal.
'Kiyoaki Matsugae was caught by unpredictable love, Isao Iiinuam by destiny, Ying Chan by the flesh. And you? By a baseless sense of being different, perhaps? If destiny is something that takes hold of a person and drags him after, then the other three had desinty. And has anything caught you?' The Decay of the Angel
The whole organization of Decay of Angels, is seeking a somewhat symbolic death and rebirth of society, but at the same time as individuals four members are seeking to die for the sake of an ideal like the four lifetimes of Kiyoaki.
Gogol's may seem to be the simplest, to commit suicide in order to free himself entirely from god's will. He may be a russian character, but even some of his ideals are budhist. One of the major differences between Budhism and Hinduism as commented on in the books, is that Hinduism believes in the divine whereas in Budhism there are no gods. Not only do they reject gods, but they also reject the idea of a "soul."
"Budhism does not recognize the soul as such. If there is no core substance called soul in beings, there is of course, none in organic matter. Indeed quite like a jellfyfish devoid of bone there is no innate essence in all of creation. . If we assume there is no self, what is the basis of the birth-and-death cycle to start with?... WHen the Threavada Sautranika school evolved the concept of "seed perfurming" was established according to which the effect of a good or bad deed remains in ones consciousness, permeating it as the fragnace of perfume permeates clothes and thus forms character."
Gogol's ideal is similiar to that belief, he rejects both the idea of god, and the idea of his soul, in order to prove that all that exists of the universe is his free will and consciousness. He even goes through a metaphorical death and rebirth in order to reach that ideal, he fakes his own death, and then is revealed to be alive.
There's even a discussion of free will in several of the books, particularly the fourth.
"He should have armed them with the foreknowledge that would keep them from flinging themselves after their destinies, take awaay their wings, keep them from soaring, making them march in step with the crowd. The world does not approve of flying. Wings are dangerous weapons. They invite self-dstruction before they can be used." Decay of the Angel
If you wanted to parallel him to one of the lifetimes, you could even say he is much like Kiyoaki, someone caught up in an unpredictable love. At one point in the story, as he's dying of sickness he continues to try to visit his lady love every day for the sake of seeing her one last time and considers facing his impending death to be a trial to prove his love. Gogol similiarly puts his closest friend through a life or death trial to see if his feelings spring forth from himself and his own free will, or are brainwashing.
"I'd tell myself in it was because I was insincere. I'd know in my heart that if only I had gotten out of the rickshaw and walked, no matter how weak I felt, then such sincerity - even if she was unaware of it - would have affected her, and she would have seen me. That's it then. There's no reason to have such regrets. I have no other choice but to risk my life, if I want to see her. To me, she's the essence of beauty. ANd it's only that which has brought me so far." -Spring Snow
The second lifetime lived by Kyoaki is that of Inao who is a far-right extremist in Japan, who wishes to see japan return to its more imperialist ideals. As a whole these novels take place over a time frame that's post the russo-japanese wars, all the way to the lead up into world war two, and then post world war two. There are pretty obvious references to world war two (the island where Fukuchi fought on being a reference to Okinawa, Ahabaraki being a reference to the nuclear bomb). Bungo Stray Dogs also clearly takes place in a post-war society. The motivation of the current villain Fukuchi is the mistreatment of soldiers during that previous war.
Fukuchi resembles Isao, the far right extremist. In the second book there is a long recounting of the history of the Satsuma Rebellion. It was a revolt of disaffected samurai against the new imperial government, nine years into the Meiji Era. In the book it’s mentioned they prayed at a shrine a number of times, and waited to rebel until they believed the god’s themselves approved of their rebellion. The main character of the book Isao wants to enact a similar rebellion against the government to rid Japan of western influence and to make the emperor all powerful again.
The sins I refer to have nothing to do with the law. And the greatest sin is that of a man who, finding himself in a world where the sacred light of His Majesty is obscured, neverthless determines to go on living without doing anything about it. The way to purge this grave sin is to make a fiery offering with one's own hand, even if that itself is a sin, to express one's loyalty in action, and then commit seppuku immediately. With death, all is purified Runaway Horses
The goal of the main character is to "before the sun... at the top of a cliff at sunrise, while paying reverence to the sun... while looking down upon the sparkling sea, beneath a tall, noble pine... to kill myself..." He is a man who wants to commit a sin he believes will put his country on the right track, and then die for his country. He also believes the only way forward is a military coup (guess what happens in japan in a couple of years). Fukuchi's goal may be the opposite, but he still uses the same methodology. He has seized full and total control of the world's governments acting as an ultimate emperor to achieve his goal. Everyone else is just instruments and puppets to him, he literally changes them into mindless zombies.
"Here was the power of the emperor himself. Only on this drill ground was the hand of the sun working with a mathematical clarity and precision. Only here! The will of the emperor penetrated the sweat, the blood, the very flesh of these young men, piercing their bodies like X-Rays." Runaway Horses
Fukuchi's goal is essentially to fight imperialism by using tools of imperialism himself. He also invokes the divine when fighting against Akutagawa and Atsushi, saying he carries and enacts the divine will. He is focusing all power on himself, the same way Isao wished for the emperor to have total control and authority of the country once more to purge out western, socialist, and capitalist influence.
He also, just like Nikolai experiences a death and rebirth on the battlefield. Fukuchi was once manipulated like Isao by far-right ideals that joining the military would equate to protecting both his comrades and his countries, only to be eaten up and chewed out by the war-machine and not accomplishing protecting anyone but the governments already in place, creating the current Fukuchi.
Just like the deaths of his comrades were wasted, Isao also experiences a disapopinting suicide which is the exact opposite of what he wanted, and the ideal of dying with honor presented throughout the story. Which clearly illsutrates all the militaristic and far-right ideals Isao believed in through the story, were proven false and nil by the end.
“The sun will not rise for some time,” Isao said to himself, “and I can’t afford to wait. There is no shining disk climbing upwards. There is no noble pine to shelter me. Nor is there a sparkling sea.”
Runaway Horses
The third book features Thai Princess Ying Chan who is said to have been caught by the flesh. This will be the shortest section because the third book is very dark, but basically the third book the Temple of Dawn deals with how the elder generation of japan, preys upon and takes advantage of the youth. Ying Chan because of her youthful body, is molested by two adults who she trusts.
Sigma is someone similiar to Ying Chan, a youth who is born and then continually used by everyone around him in his life. He is the ultimate child taken advantage of by society passed over again and again due to being born from "nothing."
The last reincarnation depicted in the fourth book "The Decay of the Angel" deals heavily with themes of nihilism, and deeply resembles Dostoevsky. Especially if you believe Fyodor is in part an adaptation of Raskolnikov's theory that truly great people should be above morality as depicted in crime and punishment.
Toru's goal in the Decay of Angels, is to devote himself to a pure form of evil and get lost in the pursuit of it. He is depicted as a twenty year old exceptionally brilliant individual who does not form relationships, is detached from the society around them, has no strong pursuits except for this, and his highly nihilistic believes. The kind of nihilism that is portrayed for its flaws in many of Dostoevsky's works.
"My purity will presently wander beyond the horizon to that invisible realm. Probably not on the end of unbearable pain, I shall seek to become a god. The pain! I will know of it, the pain of absolute silence, a world of nothing at all. I will crouch in the corner, like a sick dog. And the happy ones will sing songs around me. There is no medicine for it. No hospital. It will be written in tiny gold letters somewhere in the history of the race: that I was evil."
Which mirrors the description of Fyodor in his introduction as something "Darker than evil, something horrifying."
Fyodor is also someone with a large blind spot when it comes to ordinary people, this is something he is lectured on by Dazai. That he believes he has enough control like a player sitting outside of the gameboard that he can control the movment of every single piece. That the world is controlled by great people manipulating it. Whereas Dazai's beliefs are the world is controlled by everyone's actions moving together in an unpredictable fashion, rather than a god sitting outside manipulating things.
Toru receives a similar lecture because he bbelieves himself to be some kind of great man due only to his extra intelligence and how isolated he is from others.
"There is no special right to happiness and none to unhappinnes. There is no tragedy and there is no genius. Your confidence and your dreams are groundless. If there is on this earth something exceptional, special beauty or special evil, nature finds it out and uproots it. You thought didn't you, that you were a genius beyond compensation. You thought of yourself, didn't you, as a beautiful little cloud of evil floating over humanity." The Decay of the Angel
Which seems to be the lesson that the story is going in the direction of teaching Fyodor, that there is no such thing as inherent specialness, exceptional people, gods or demons.
Fyodor is also someone who while he has no undergone a death himself, his goal is to deal death, which he seems to be able to do with just a touch of his hands, in order to make the world reborn into a “world without the evil of ability users”. Death, birth, and rebirth are themes that are strong with all five of these characters.
As for Bram he’s the character we know the least about, but I would say while Fyodor, Fukuchi, Gogol and Sigma can be equated to individual lifetimes of Kyoaki, Bram himself being an immortal vampire and oldest of the group is much like Honda who is an outsider and witnessing the lives of young people being reborn over and over again. Especially since by the fourth book he is eighty years old and essentially a helpless elder. The various lifetimes of Kiyoaki die young, he lives on a much emptier life than any of them. Bram’s just a head. He’s the most helpless of the whole group. He’s just a witness to all of this. But he’s also an immortal vampire, so therefore an outsider to the cycle of death and rebirth.
Well, that is all I have to say about “The Decay of the Angel” and the connection to the “Decay of Angels” depicted in Bungo Stray Dogs, and the five members who make it up. I fully reccomend picking up the book, just as Bungou Stray Dogs is shaping up to be anti-war in its text and the depiction of several successive generations (the war generation, the post war, the Sea of Fertility is a massive work referred to as “the most complete vision we have of Japan in the 20th Century” by Paul Theroux. It deals with similiar themes in BSD of the changes between generations, the shift in society of japan in the last century, the influence of imperialism. If you want to pick it up and read it, it comes highly recommended by me!
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What I read in 2023, pretty good going 👍 (apologies for long non sims post)
1. Middlemarch by George Eliot
2. Capitalism in the Twenty-First Century: Through the Prism of Value by Guglielmo Carchedi and Michael Roberts
3. The Temple House Vanishing by Rachel Donohue
4. The Book of Tokyo: A City in Short Fiction edited by Michael Emmerich, Jim Hinks & Masashi Matsuie
5. Clipped Coins, Abused Words, and Civil Government: John Locke's Philosophy of Money by George Caffentzis
6. Crashed: How a Decade of Financial Crises Changed the World by Adam Tooze
7. Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
8. Civilizing Money: Hume, his Monetary Project and the Scottish Enlightenment by George Caffentzis
9. An Untouched House by Willem Frederik Hermans
10. Life Ceremony by Sayaka Murata
11. Act of Oblivion by Robert Harris
12. Fireheart Tiger by Aliette de Bodard
13. Exiles from European Revolutions: Refugees in Mid-Victorian England edited by Sabina Freitag
14. The Apprenticeship of Big Toe P by Rieko Matsuura
15. A Civil War: A History of the Italian Resistance by Claudio Pavone
16. Mrs Caliban by Rachel Ingalls
17. Dracula by Bram Stoker
18. The Silent Dead by Tetsuya Honda
19. Lady Susan by Jane Austen
20. Adam Smith in Beijing: Lineages of the Twenty-First Century by Giovanni Arrighi
21. This Should be Written in the Present Tense by Helle Helle
22. The Citadel of Weeping Pearls by Aliette de Bodard
23. The Invention of Art: A Cultural History by Larry Shiner
24. Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder
25. The Mismeasure of Man by Stephen Jay Gould
26. Ninety-Three by Victor Hugo
27. Carol by Patricia Highsmith
28. Victorian Women Writers and the Woman Question edited by Nicola Diane Thompson
29. Some Recent Attacks: Essays Cultural & Political by James Kelman
30. Mem by Bethany C. Morrow
31. Russia Under Yeltsin and Putin by Boris Kagarlitsky
32. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
33. The History of the British Film 1918-1929 by Rachael Low
34. The Law of Accumulation and Breakdown of the Capitalist System by Henryk Grossman
35. Mayhem & Death by Helen McClory
36. White by Marie Darrieussecq
37. Dream Houses by Genevieve Valentine
38. The Vanishers' Palace by Aliette de Bodard
39. Maigret Takes a Room by Georges Simenon
40. The Lodger, That Summer by Levi Huxton
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Call me old school but "modern" cars are way too overkill.
My car (a used 2010 Honda accord) was totalled and I'm currently renting a 2018 Ford edge from my insurance company while I find a new vehicle.
Now driving this thing feels like driving a damn spaceship or the DeLorean from Back to the Future. There's just so many damn buttons, dials, lights, and just fluff in the dash and center console it's straight up hard to drive. On closer inspection, at least 5 buttons control the light above the driver and passenger's head.
Like what is all this??? Why do we need this many buttons???
And the stick for changing gears? It's that little dial in the second photo. You swivel it to change whether you're in park, reverse, drive, etc. I feel like it's gonna just randomly pop into a different gear while I'm driving!
And why the touch screen?? We don't need a massive ipad embedded in the console! Touch screens are not safe to drive with! I almost got in another accident trying to turn down the AC because I have no tactile feedback in the controls!
By old car was built like this:
Most of those buttons were for the radio. Dials for the AC and how to direct it, and those dials clicked when you moved them so you could tell how far they'd moved. The stick shift clunked when you moved it so you could tell how many times it had been moved and you felt it lock into place. Only a couple buttons on the steering wheel, three for cruise control, three for the audio system. And even this was the most buttons I had to learn ever! I'd argue some of the 'features' in that car were kinda useless and needless to have and just took up space!
Maybe I'm just crotchety and old (I'm 24 lol) but we don't need all this shit in cars! It's straight up distracting and unnecessary. It's a car. It gets you from point A to point B. I don't think you'd ever catch my driving a car any newer than like 2014.
#cars#trucks#automobile#ford#honda#new cars are so fucking stupid#also a lot of them are just ugly#but thats besides the point#listen#technology is cool and we are experiencing evolution around us every day#but this aint it#also TAKE THE FUCKING LEDS OUT OF HEADLIGHTS I SWEAR TO GOD#THEYRE SO BRIGHT YOU CANT FUCKING SEE ANYTHING
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Trying to Get Pregnant (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister)
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Age Rating: 12+
Chapters: Two of Five
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy/Station 19
Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)
Canon Episode: Season 18 Episode 17/Season 5 Episode 17
Summary: Amber volunteers at the station while Andrew helps Link with his patient.
AN: The GIF above is Amber's outfit for the Station 19 clinic
Words: 2075
February 18th, 2022
Andrew pulls the silver Honda Civic out in front of station 19 to drop off Amber who is looking at the statistics concerning clinics for low income or homeless communities in Seattle that aggravate her.
“You know there are only 30 free clinics in Seattle? And most of them aren’t actually free? In a city where homelessness has increased by over five percent since covid started there are still doctors who prefer patients with money instead of taking the time to treat those who fell under the cracks of this broken system. If you subtract the ones that demand insurance there are only 10 clinics that treat patients no questions asked.”
“And now there are 11 with the Station 19 clinic.” Andrew points out, “It’s baby steps babe.”
“I know.” Amber puts her phone away in her purse, “I just hope our kid doesn’t grow up in a world where people have to choose bankruptcy or death.”
“Me too. Hopefully your stubbornness and ambition will scare the world into buckling down.” Andrew leans over and starts to kiss Amber who responds. He opens his eyes and sees Jo Karev standing on the sidewalk in her casual clothes and lab coat by the front door looking impatiently at them. He regretfully pulls back, “You better go, Jo is waiting.”
Amber frowns and groans as she looks behind her to see Jo raising an eyebrow at her from her spot by the front entrance. She shrugs and turns back to her husband, “Well that just makes me want to keep going.” She kisses Andrew again, who is pleased.
“Mm.” He speaks against her lips, “You’re such a rebel.” They both chuckle as they kiss before Amber pulls back to her disdain as she knows work is waiting.
She groans with a smile at her husband before getting out of the car, “I love you, have a nice day.”
“You too, I’ll see you tonight.”
“You better.” Amber says in a low breath before closing the door and waving at her husband as he drives away. She goes up the steps of the sidewalk and greets her sister-in-law who has a grin, “Good morning.”
“It looks like it is for you.” Jo teases at Amber who shrugs unashamed before Jo motions to the door, “Shall we Dr. DeLuca?”
Amber nods eagerly, “Let’s save some lives.”
Later
Andrew is in his navy-blue scrubs and lab coat guiding a paramedic inside as he wheels a patient inside the pit. Link enters the pit surprised to find his friend there.
“Take her to trauma one, thanks.” Andrew tells the paramedic before going over the tablet.
“Bailey’s got you covering the pit too?”
Andrew shakes his head, “No Jo was supposed to but to prevent one of my in-law’s from having a nervous breakdown I offered to lessen her load. She and Amber and Carina are at the station’s clinic.” Andrew goes behind the station to input the chart, “Hey I want to ask you something, what restaurants do you recommend for a romantic date night?”
Link raises an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
Andrew is busy with the chart to look at the sour look on Link’s face, “Yeah I’m taking Amber out tonight, she’s at the station volunteering and I wanted to do something special for us.”
“Dude I am the very last person you want to ask about romance.” Link tells him bitterly, “Did you page me for this?”
Andrew raises an eyebrow offended, “No. Bed four and if you can help it try not to dim the lights around him.” He hands Link the tablet and walks toward the patient, “Patient came in with abdominal pain and vomiting. The wife says he's your patient.”
Kristen sees Link and stands up, “Dr. Lincoln.”
Link hugs Kristen and hears Helm recite his chart while DeLuca is busy with the patient in the next bed listening in, “Simon Clark, 38, status post synovial sarcoma resection four years ago, has been undergoing chemoradiation for recurrent lung mets.”
“We got this one, Helm.” The resident leaves them and Link speaks to Simon, “Thought I told you to take it easy.”
“Mm, so no 5k next month?” Simon jokes despite his state.
Kristen explains, “This morning I found him in the nursery barely able to breathe. He's nauseous, can't eat. I think it's his chemo, but he was adamant about trying to finish putting together the crib.”
“Would you let your mother-in-law build your kid's crib? I'm supposed to build the crib.” Andrew grins at that sharing the feeling already even when Amber isn’t pregnant yet.
“It's your job to stay alive, Simon.” Kristen tells him, “That's your job.”
Link decides the plan, “Okay, we'll get you some scans, we'll see what's going on, and we'll make you comfortable while we admit you. And no one will build any more furniture. Deal?”
“Deal.” Kristen demands and Simon relents.
“Deal.”
Link goes to Andrew and quietly asks, “I could use a general consult to see what’s causing the abdominal pain, are you free?”
“Yeah. I’ll get Hunt to cover my service.” Andrew pages Hunt and follows Link to radiology where they scan Simon. 10 minutes later they walk down the hall to see the scans in the screening room and Link explains Simon’s story to Andrew.
“Four years ago, he came in as a newlywed with stage two synovial sarcoma of the knee. And we tried every treatment possible while they tried to start a family. But between the chemo, radiation, and surgery, it took them until eight months ago to conceive.” Andrew feels bad for Simon knowing the feeling of wanting to be a dad but not the struggle that comes from his condition, “He made me promise he'd be here long enough to meet his kid.”
They enter the screening room and wait for the images to show up, “Okay well the symptoms could be chemo related.”
“I hope so.” Link says before adding, “Listen man I’m sorry for how I snapped at you earlier. I guess I’m still bitter over how everything went down with Amelia and you planning a romantic date with your gorgeous wife kind of brought that back. I can give you some lists if you want.”
“It’s fine, Amber isn’t fancy I could lay out hamburgers on fine China and she’d think it was high class.”
Link grins, “You know you married someone way out of your league, right?”
“Oh, trust me I know.” Andrew agrees with a grin before the scans come up, cutting the moment short as it shows bad news.
Link looks at the scans sad, “Crap.”
Andrew looks at the scans closely, “Mass in the ileum, it’s almost obstructing his small bowel. I’m sorry.”
Link sighs at the diagnosis, “How am I gonna tell him it's progressing even faster?”
“We just do it.”
Link looks surprised by him using ‘we’, “It’s my patient.”
“Who has a mass in his small intestine which I am trained to operate on.”
Link gets worried due to his friend being a second year attending who barely did surgeries his first year due to covid, “Have you done this before? Solo?”
“Yeah, the one good thing about the backlogs is that you get to operate on anything in a short span of time. I can try to resect the tumor at the bowel segment, buy him some more time. You can scrub in; you’ve operated on him before and if this goes sideways you can step in.”
Link nods, “Yeah, let’s go.” Link and DeLuca exit the room to lay out their plan to Simon.
Later at Station 19
Amber sets up the exam rooms with Carina and Jo before the clinic opens. After the green card interview was scheduled Carina tasked Amber and Jo with asking her questions about Maya that she would have to answer to prove their marriage is legitimate.
“Favorite food?”
“Papaya.”
“Papaya?” Jo asks surprised, “My favorite food is anything with cheese and I’m pretty sure there’s no fruit with cheese.”
“Well, you’re not a gold winning Olympian who should be captain of a fire station if it wasn’t for bureaucracy and macho men.” Carina defends her wife to Jo who looks at Amber.
“Fishing for compliments.” Amber explains.
“You don’t need confirmation on how awesome your wife is.”
“Yes but I do need questions that will keep me here so I can keep telling you.” Carina reminds the sisters who nod.
Jo asks, “Favorite color?”
Carina thinks, “Um…red.”
“Cremation or burial?” Jo scoffs at Amber’s question both amused and horrified.
Carina chuckles, “What? Do you think ICE is curious on whether I know my wife wants her body in ashes or in a casket?”
Amber helps Carina set up a sheet on a gurney that serves as an exam table, “Hey you said to cover all the basis and ICE are a bunch of macho rednecks who want to keep America pure. And that includes kicking good doctors like you back to your home country.”
“Yeah, she makes a point Carina.” Travis joins in from the exam room next door, “And if you’re an American you can vote for anybody but Michael Dixon as mayor of Seattle. Unless you want your future kid taken from you because of some law he passes where gay couples can’t raise babies together.”
“Great start to an smear campaign Montgomery.” Amber tells him sarcastically.
“I’m sorry it’s just that it frustrates me that politicians like Michael Dixon are so focused on how they can flex their power instead of how they can use that power to tackle real issues like immigration or healthcare or literally every issue that Dixon makes worse.”
“He’s not gonna win.” Jo tells Travis who is still fuming.
“You don’t know that. I mean look at the guys we already have in the white house, I’m sure some of them have done twice as many crimes as Dixon and yet people voted for them.”
Amber nods in agreement, “This argument is exactly why I am apolitical.”
Sullivan chuckles a few feet from them joining in to Carina’s annoyance, “Yeah politics are too confusing for me, it’s why I hardly vote.” Amber and Jo look at Sullivan confused, and he steps forward to introduce himself. Travis sees a disaster coming and quickly walks away, “Hi, Lieutenant Robert Sullivan.”
Jo shakes his hand, “Hi I’m Dr. Jo Karev, this is my sister, Dr. Amber DeLuca.” Amber faces Robert with a sly grin remembering him in less than favorable ways.
Robert nods remembering her as well, “Right we actually met before at Maya and Carina’s wedding you went there as guy DeLuca’s date.”
“Oh yeah I remember you.” Amber says with a fake grin, “You’re the cutthroat son of a bitch who got Maya demoted at her wedding.”
Sullivan frowns at that in surprise at her bluntness as she continues, “My husband described you that first which is usually expected of me, so it is impressive you got my peaceful man that angry.” Carina grins proudly at her sister-in-law defending Maya out of view from the group while Jo stands next to Amber looking uncomfortable.
Robert frowns at that, “I see I have fans with Bishops extended family as well.”
“Trust me you don’t, along with the new fire chief we imagined your head exploding from your macho ego.” Robert opens his mouth to explain but Amber holds up her hand and continues, “And before you mansplain to get me on your side, I recommend you save it because I already hate you and I am hardly a person who changes their mind after one speech.”
Robert frowns at that and keeps quiet as Amber turns to Jo who presses her lips at the scene before facing Amber, “I’m gonna set up more exam rooms.”
Jo supports that wanting her not to cause a scene, “You do that.” Amber walks away from them leaving Sullivan with Jo and Carina who comes back to them with a satisfied grin.
Robert pops his mouth, “She seems nice.”
Carina chuckles at that knowing how her sister-in-law can seem to strangers and people she detests, “Trust me that was her being nice especially towards you.” Carina walks away from Sullivan to get more supplies.
Jo and Sullivan stand there for a moment alone awkwardly before Jo speaks, “I’m gonna…” Jo walks away from Sullivan relieved to be away from the awkwardness.
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Boyfriend’s reaction to fruits basket season 1 episode 22
Dude, she’s got brain freakies (Hanajima)
Kill him!
Why is no one helping her? And no one’s gonna help her?
Girl, go to jail
Girl as in boy
Oh did she kill a motherfucker with her brain? She killed a motherfucker with her brain
Girl they can’t prove shit! You get away with it❤️
And rightfully so, he was a dick
Also, I’m not ruling anything out after this because she killed a motherfucker with her brain. Also they turn into animals, but she killed a motherfucker with her brain!
And adults fucking listen to that shit?
So like, what is the magic system in this universe? Is it just plot convenience? “No, not really” Yeah it is, whenever they need someone to be freaky
Intro, Tohru Honda
This is like the opposite of that scene in Lilo and Stitch
Are they gonna light her on fire?
Why are children so cruel?
Girl you got hurt!
Also, I think the adults needed to do more
Like the teacher should have been like “No, I came in and saw them hold a match against her skin. Expel these fuckers.”
In America, if you came to school wearing black nail polish no one would care
Portland motherfuckers be like “I scored us a third”
These motherfuckers, I swear to god
Okay, now I get it when you said this episode was yuri
The patient needs queerbait to live
He probably just had an aneurism or something
No, this show has magic. She probably killed him with her brain
She’s the dark empath
And I looked beside me and there were two sets of footprints… Jesus!
It’s so queerbait
Wait, they lean in for a fucking kiss. What the hell?
A flash, whoosh, bang!
Maybe in later episodes, she could kill someone with her brain again when she needs it
But it’s okay, you’re a family of goths! Don’t lose your identity
Every fucking episode there’s an episode about friendship. That’s for the finale!
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YOU GOT ROBBED ?! Can we have a story time ?
Um, no? Andrew fucking stabbed him before he robbed us?
Okay, here's a story time for you since I know you've missed them.
To start, let me just say we have a ridiculous security system. Like, they probably don't have this shit at the most secure locations okay. My uncle procured it and idk from where, we'll leave it at that. Now, because of this, we've had to tinker with it so we don't get an alert every time one of the chickens beaks a worm to death (RIP worm). Because of that it basically just alerts us when something sets off the security lights.
Now, we're in bed. It's like 3AM and we're sleeping soundly AT THE SAME TIME which happens a lot but it also doesn't happen enough that we appreciate it when it does (trauma lol). Both our phones start buzzing and Andrew fucking ninja kicks out of the bed like someone's burst through our bedroom door and not at all like his phone is softly buzzing near his head. I don't move at all because honestly I'm tired and Andrew seems like he has it handled. A few seconds later I hear who the fuck and that's when I also karate somersault out of the bed to find myself holding a weapon and ready to go. Because that meant a PERSON was setting our shit off.
Andrew's all grimly pulling his arm bands on like 'stay here' and after I got done laughing in his face we crept downstairs. We were watching this person go from shadow to shadow like they thought they could avoid the security lights and it would've been funny if it weren't so sad. We watched him sidle up to the back doors and try the handle and then pull something out like he was going to try to pick the lock. The alarm only hadn't gone off at this point because Andrew disabled it on his phone before it could. So we let him try to pick it. Because why not right? It was laughable. It's an electronic automatic lock like, my brother in Christ. It was never going to work.
Meanwhile Andrew pulls out a donut from somewhere istg I have no idea I guess they were just there in the kitchen which is where the back doors are and we're just hanging out listening to this fucker cursing at the door. Eventually Andrew shoves the last of the donut in his mouth, straightens his armbands and throws the door open.
Okay so listen. Andrew doesn't just stab people unless they deserve it, you know? We were just going to scare the shit out of this guy but then he pulls a gun when he sees us and barrels his way into the house like he's a one man swat team or some shit. Andrew wasn't even phased but AS SOON as that guy pointed a gun at me? Whew. WHEW. It's still gray sweatpant season friends and Andrew sleeps shirtless so this idiot is fucking HALF NAKED with his LONG ASS HAIR everywhere with BLACK ARMBANDS and he pulls a knife out so fast and just stabs THE FUCK out of this guy. Portrait of a small hot man titled 'don't touch my things'.
I'm laughing just thinking about this.
Like right in his side. He crumples to the kitchen floor and I look at Andrew and he looks at the guy and I'm like we're never going to get the blood out of the grout 😭 and Andrew's like he could have killed you you fucking idiot and I was like that gun isn't loaded. The guy at this point is trying to like crawl away so I put a foot on his back to hold him in place. Where tf do you think you're going?! Anyway so Andrew checks the gun and yeah. Not loaded. Like I said. I could just tell idk.
So then what do we do? We COULD call the cops but who wants to deal with the cops? Not perfectly law abiding citizens like us. And let's be real idk why this guy is breaking into houses. He sure broke into the wrong one and he was lucky he didn't step on a cat or something bc I'm not sure he'd have lived to tell this tale. But Andrew calls Aaron 1. To make sure they're okay and no one tried anything over there because The Nieces live there and 2. He didn't want to bloody the Maz or the GS so Aaron's shitty Honda would have to do.
We tie the guy up, load him into Aaron's Honda (I drove because I'm a great getaway driver and Aaron threw the keys out of his front door and said I DONT WANNA KNOW before slamming it again) and dumped him in front of a hospital. At this point Andrew had a shirt on but it was fine because he let me be the one to threaten the guy and if there's something I'm great at (besides being a getaway driver) it's making people believe my threats.
Anyway the guy pissed himself in Aaron's trunk and we're just waiting for him to realize it ☺️
THE END -N
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Last Chance Car Repair & Scrapyard The Edge Free Rasalhague Republic 18 May 3049
Chance folded down the welding mask and fired up the plasma cutter. It was for the most serious of problems. When all else had failed, the plasma cutter would be able to deal with the matter.
“You sure that's a good idea Chance? There's gonna be a lot of damage and cleanup.” Jake, his business partner and best friend asked.
“I know what I'm doing Jake. All the other tools wouldn't remove it so this is where it's at.” Chance said with a tone of frustration.
“Yeah but the plasma cutter? Are you really sure you've tried everything else? Measure twice and cut once you know.” Jake put on a pair of welding glasses and leaned against the wall to look at what was transpiring.
“I considered using the saw. I wasn't sure the material however would hold up. The torque would probably splinter it.” Chance said as he moved the plasma cutter across the measured line.
“Yeah… That sounds about right. I would have tried hot water.”
“What good would that do?”
“It would make the metal expand which could force it to move.”
“But how would you turn it?”
“Towel.”
“This way is better.” Chance as he finished the cut. He folded up the welding mask. With a gloved hand he reached to pick the top off. Then he took the glass jar and fished out a chili fruit from it. Then gave it a testing bite. Jake removed the welding goggles and stared.
“Tastes good.” Chance said, satisfied that he had finally opened a stubborn jar. Jake helped himself to another fruit and tasted it.
“Lucky.” He shook his head and gave his pal a light jab in the shoulder. “Alright hotshot. How are you going to keep the jar of chilis in the fridge without it going bad without a lid?”
“I’m going to put it in another jar where the lid isn’t stuck.This time we’re not putting it in the back.” Chance got an empty jar from the entry and filled it from the old one.
“If you're done opening jars, Chance, the Honda needs to have the particle filter changed and the servo pump is on its last legs. See if you can’t also figure out why the transmission is so stiff.” Jake said getting a can of cola while the fridge was open.
“Did you check between the steering wheel and seat?” Chance grinned back at him. Jake narrowed his eyes for a moment, then realized what Chance was saying.
“Speaking of piloting error. When you get the chance, come down to the hangar and we’ll need to look at the Turbostalker.” Jake said while the can hissed open.
“You got it.” Chance said as he cleaned his hands up
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Down below the scrapyard, in a secret underground base. Lost to the ages and the ravages of the succession wars. But then recently cleaned out and restored to active use. An old black and red aerospace fighter sat in a workshop. It had seen battle, fairly recently too. Heat scars showed that lasers had raked across the armour. Small pock-holes on the frontal section were witness to a myriad of long range missile hits.
Jake was busy freeing an armored panel that had gotten hit badly by a laser shot.
“So what’s the problem with her?” Chance asked as he wandered in.
“Myomer strains. Your flying during the last pirate raid a few days ago frayed the myomers going out into the right wing.”Jake motioned at the wing in question.
“It was either that or fly into the Rifleman’s fire. Easy choice.” “Sure. Still needs repairing though. The release system for hardpoints barely works now so we’re going to have to fix that if we want to have those Arrow missiles for the next pirate raid… we better get to work.” Jake sounded a little tired. As though the thankless task they had gotten themselves into helping to protect this side of the planet from pirates and whatever else came from the deep periphery got to him. It made him feel tired in the moment.
“Easy.” Chance as he joined his co-pilot in fixing the plane up. “Just picture the general's face when we pull his ass out of the fire again.” He grinned. Jake’s world felt brighter again.
“Worth all the trouble.” He nodded.
“At the end of the day you gotta admit it was some fancy flying.” Chance pulled loose a panel from the wing to look at the frayed myomers inside.
“Yeah. Just as wasted on the raiders as in the army.” Jake chuckled.
“Heck yeah.”
#battletech#mechwarrior#revivalposting#Took way too long with this#But I feel this introduces their dynamic well enough
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