#I know the situation was rigged but come on. it's taking the piss

[tenthhdoctor]

I started re-watching Evilive, so here's something that I looked into a year ago, didn't write down anywhere, and then forgot about until now.

So Han Dong Soo got suspended for three years, right? And we find out why in Episode 4:

So. I'm like 99% certain this is referencing this specific part of Article 91 of the Attorney At Law Act, which states:

'(2) The grounds for disciplinary actions provided for in subparagraphs 2 through 5 of Article 90 shall be as follows:

3.Cases where an attorney-at-law engages in conduct which damages his or her dignity as an attorney-at-law, regardless of whether such conduct is committed on or off duty.

[Source. Alternative source at 4.4.1.1. Also see page 10 here.]

And what is Article 90? Well, Article 90 states: 'Types of disciplinary actions against attorneys-at-law shall be classified into the following five categories:

1.Permanent disbarment; 2.Disbarment; 3.Suspension from practicing for not longer than three years; 4.Administrative fine not exceeding 30 million won; 5.Censure.' [emphasis added]

[Source.]

So, like, Han Dong Soo didn't have to be suspended for three years. He may not have even needed to be suspended at all, possibly he could have just been reprimanded (if Moon Sang Guk's involvement hadn't made the entire situation a farce to begin with).

No wonder Han Dong Soo was so angry. I'd be pissed too!

[Sidenote: It looks like the Attorney At Law Act has been amended a LOT over the years, but I can't figure out if articles 90 & 91 were around when Han Dong Soo was going through his disciplinary proceedings in 2005. I think so, but it looks like they were amended in 2008? Idk lol]

[the-oblivious-writer]

Daylight |Blurb|

Amber Freeman to Eventual Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Blurb

Summary: When you notice Tara Carpenter being harassed by a little jerk, you spring into action

Warning(s): Swearing, Tara & r are like 6 in this blurb, & lil Tara being bullied :(

Notes: Ngl to you, it'll probably still take a while before you get the first chapter of this series, so I just wanted to give you guys a lil something. It's not much but I didn't wanna keep you hanging with nothing

Masterlist|Next Part

You have known Tara since you were little kids. You remember the time you first met, clear as day—or at least when you officially met. Johnny Miller was harassing her, once again, during recess. Kicking sand in her face, taking her toys, and calling her names. Tara felt incredibly overwhelmed by the situation. It seemed like nobody saw her getting tormented by this little asshole. But, that was until you turned you head.

Your ears picked up the foul words Johnny spoke. You were six, that's old enough to know when somebody was being a jackass. Out of curiosity, you looked over to see the scene that was unfolding. You immediately recognized the girl. You had seen her around before, well, more than just that. She was in your class. You never really spoke though, opting with staring from afar whenever she wasn't looking. There was just something about her that prevented you from looking away. Something that made you heartbeat pick up, something that made you feel all warm inside. Something comforting about her.

You walked over to Johnny and Tara, getting there just in time stop Johnny from reaching for the toy Tara had just managed to get back from him.

You pushed him down in the sand box. The little boy stared back at you with rage, but Tara only stared at you with admiration.

"Stop being a jerk, Johnny," you seethed.

He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when he saw something in his peripheral vision. A smirk appeared on his face before he began to cry, holding onto his elbow as he practically wailed.

It didn't take long for you to realize why there was a sudden change in Johnny's demeanor. An angry teacher storms up to where you were, wearing an angry expression with her arms crossed.

"Y/N Y/L/N, did I just see you shove Johnny?"

"I–"

"Yes or no," the teacher interrupted.

"Yes, but–!"

"There are no buts. You pushed a student, that's all I need to know. Come with me, you're going to the main office."

"Mrs. Johnson, she was only defending me," Tara tried to help.

"She also knows the school rules; hands to yourself, not even as self defense."

"But that's not fair!" Tara's voice grew with aggravation, she still couldn't believe how stupid the school rules were.

"Are you back talking me right now?" Mrs. Johnson looked at her with an almost shocked expression. "Looks like you'll be joining Ms. Y/L/N."

Tara only rolled her eyes, stomping a foot with her arms crossed. She couldn't believe how ridiculous this whole thing was. If she was being honest, she was more pissed about how unfair she was being towards you. Tara also felt bad because you were in this situation because of her.

So as Johnny got escorted to the nurse with a non-existent injury, you and Tara got sent to wait at the main office. Tara couldn't help but glance at you every now and then, but as for you, you refused to meet her gaze. You've never been this close to her before. There was one time where you got paired for group project, but Mindy Meeks was also there so you were able to keep to yourself without things getting too awkward due to your silence.

Once you both got to the main office, you sat on one of the chairs that were lined up against the wall. Your leg bounced as you picked at the hem of your shirt. This wasn't the first time you were here, and it certainty wouldn't be the last. Tara followed behind before, unexpectedly, taking a seat right next to you. You continued looking down at the floor. Tara didn't see the furrow in your eyebrows when she sat right beside you.

There were plenty of other seats she could've chosen.

After a couple minutes of silence, it grew almost unbearable for the younger Carpenter. She finally spoke, "I'm Tara, by the way."

You looked over at her to see that she was holding out her hand for you to take. "Y/N," you replied in a quiet tone; you took her hand in yours to shake. As your hands made contact, it felt as if a jolt of electricity ran through your body.

And the feeling was definitely mutual.

"Thank you for defending me," Tara continued before your hands separated; you immediately missed the contact.

"No problem," you said genuinely. Now that you were fully looking at her, you simply couldn't pull away your gaze.

"I'm also sorry," she added, confusing you.

"For what?"

"For getting you in trouble," she answered with a sorrowful tone.

"Don't be. Johnny should be sorry for how he was treating you."

A smile grazed the other girl's face as she saw nothing but truth and kindness in your eyes. That was the moment Tara Carpenter knew, the moment she knew you she would never let you out of her life.

For worse, and for better.

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A/N: about time I post something for this series

Taglist: @alyciaddict @tropicals-things @orignalpat

[silverskye13]

thinking about tanguish giving helsknight some sort of favor before the colosseum fight.... not sure what he has that would be a good token of his care but yknow. the concept :]

-leechwife anon

Helsknight turns the little copper coin over in his gauntleted hands, trying to be gentle. Trying not to drop it. Tanguish has done him the favor of putting it on a chain, but still. He doesn't want to tarnish it by letting it touch the ground. His heart does funny things when he looks at it, feels its weight in his hand, and he thinks [Gods and Saints, he'd be so pissed if he dropped it.] Not Tanguish of course. Tanguish probably wouldn't know. Helsknight would get angry. At himself. At what it meant.

[The stupid little pest probably doesn't even know what he's given.]

Knights. Favors. Tokens. It was all very chivalrous. Very steeped in Courtly Love and honor and intrigue. It was the kind of thing Welsknight idolized. The kind of thing romantic people thought knights actually did -- the kind of thing only the very showy did in real life. Helsknight didn't do Courtly tournaments. He didn't joust. Well -- not often. And if he's being completely honest, not well either. Chivalry has a lot to do with horses, and there aren't a lot of those in hels. They're not wasted on jousts often.

Still. Helsknight palms this little coin on its little chain, and his heart dances. To win someone's favor, to be given a token of their affection, is to be reminded he isn't fighting for his own glory. His own honor. He is fighting for someone else's. And the crowd is chanting and roaring past the gate. And he is surrounded by a dozen fighters all going through their rituals before the fighting starts. And Helsknight is staring at a coin, the thing Tanguish uses to escape, the most precious thing his little pest owns, the thing they fought the Demon for. The thing the Demon rigged this event for. And he thinks [not for his own honor, but for Tanguish.] And his heart flips again.

What is this? Nerves? Returned affection? Something deeper maybe. A dog being offered something long deprived in exchange for loyalty already inexorably given. A sword that rusts in its sheath feeling a hand rest on its pommel in trust and promise.

A knight given something to fight for, when previously all there was, was himself.

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"I uh... For you," Tanguish had stammered when Helsknight was armed and armored, bashfully holding out the trinket like he was ashamed to give it. "I was talking to Red and-- well-- it's-- it's for luck."

He'd dropped it into Helsknight's palm, face stern in that strained way of someone trying desperately to give importance to something they found silly. "Uhm... G-give it back to me when this is over, okay?" He hesitated and amended. "You give it back. No one... No one picking it up for you after-- because--"

Tanguish winced in that way he did when he was avoiding unpleasant thoughts, like they might come alive and bite him. It was a motion that always struck Helsknight as uniquely superstitious. Forbidden words that, once uttered, became prophetic.

"Just get it back to me, okay?"

Helsknight smiled. It was hard not to. Not when someone was being so earnest. He was much better at being earnest about things. It might as well have come with the knighthood. The first tenet of wearing armor and swearing tenets to a god somewhere: take everything far too seriously.

So Helsknight had calmly handed it back and said with as much gravity and gentleness as the situation would allow him. "Would you bestow your favor on me, Fair Sir, that I might fight for your honor?"

Tanguish blinked at him, baffled. "I-I just--"

Then Helsknight knelt and bowed his head, and Tanguish whispered "Oh." in that quiet, startled way he did when he spotted some new and precious stained glass window in a grand church facade. With nimble fingers he slipped the necklace chain around Helsknight's head, and pulled his hair free. The little coin, seated over Helsknight's chest, chimed a delicate bell against his breastplate. Before Tanguish could whisk his hands away, Helsknight reached forward and gently clasped one. He kissed the back of Tanguish's hand, swallowing a chuckle when Tanguish let out a squeak of embarrassed bafflement.

"I accept your favor, and fight for your honor as if it were my own," Helsknight told the back of Tanguish's hand. He stood, Tanguish's hand clasped in both of his now, and leaned in close. "And my heart is glad for the chance to bring your name glory."

Tanguish looked up at him, breathing just a little too quickly, the half-panic of someone who had stumbled on gravity and ceremony, and a depth of emotion, when they had expected none. His eyes were wide with the pale yellow of quiet sunrises in far away places, and the sculk-lights of his freckles glittered in a blush of starlight. Helsknight could have stared like that forever, pinning Tanguish there in a moment of depth and promise that only two people inexorably linked could share. The panic of realizing your fear for someone's safety came from a place so close to your heart, it might even be your own soul.

But Helsknight, by tenet and intention, wasn't allowed to be cruel. So he didn't hold Tanguish in suspense over silly courtly rituals that didn't matter. Instead, he and ruffled Tanguish's hair, and laughed, "And now you know what to do the next time some stupid romance knight strikes your fancy."

Tanguish sputtered his own surprised laugh and shoved Helsknight's hand away, "Oh whatever. Nobody else around here does the knight thing but you."

"Nobody does it as well as me, you mean," Helsknight preened, turning to the mirror to check the drape of his cloak.

"I meant it, Helsknight." Tanguish said, his voice suddenly sober. Helsknight could see Tanguish watching him in the mirror, the hand Helsknight had kissed clasped in the other, like he could trap the sensation there. "Don't die."

"I won't die," Helsknight said, trying to sound serious, but finding the request a little ridiculous in spite of himself. "I haven't lost yet. I don't intend to lose anytime soon."

"I don't think intentions mean much, in the Colosseum."

"Intentions mean everything in the Colosseum," Helsknight corrected, tying his hair back in a quick ponytail. "And I intend to win. Saint willing."

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Helsknight sits on a bench just outside the gate, and turns Tanguish's coin in his hand one more time. In the stands, in one of the boxes for honored guests, Tanguish is sitting alone, waiting for the world to turn around Helsknight's next fight. The knight smirks, and drops the chain behind his breastplate where the coin will stay safe. He feels the weight of expectation, of one person among thousands who desperately wants him to win. It is heavy as a cross, and light as angels' wings. Somewhere else the Demon sits, prideful in his perfect trap, expecting Helsknight to lose -- to humiliate him, to prove he's powerful, to prove Tanguish's little resistance means nothing. It doesn't bother Helsknight to know he is a piece in someone else's game. That has always been what the knight is for.

Helsknight wonders again if Tanguish knew what he was doing. If he knew what tokens meant, what favor truly was. If he knew about giving a Champion his honor to fight for, if he knew what that would mean in a fight against the Demon, who hates him so much. Who rigged this match just to spite him, to prove Helsknight can't protect him.

"Saint willing or not," Helsknight vows quietly, "I'll win."

And he stands and draws his sword.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

It's March and Jason's fifteen in this chapter.

Chapters: 43/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Forty-Three: Barbara's Angels

Jason fell asleep on Barbara’s couch, clutching his stomach. “What’s wrong?” Barbara asked. Dick lifted her chin with his knuckle.

“Who hit you?” Dick asked.

Barbara brushed his hand away. “Don’t worry about it… What’s going on with you and my brother?” Barbara asked. “Has he said anything about—?” Dick shushed her. 

“Let’s talk somewhere private. I don’t need him flipping out again like he did in the car,” Dick whispered. He followed Barbara to another room and sat down across from Barbara and set Jason’s test results on the table. Barbara didn’t touch them. She pushed her glasses up. “Barbara—.” 

“He wanted you to do his blood test?” Barbara asked.

“Don’t take it personally—.” 

“Just a thing between guys, right? Dick, you—.” 

“Crossed a line? I didn’t have a choice. He begged me, Babs… And it was either that or talk about his love life, which I do not —.” 

“What the hell is going on, Dick?” Barbara whispered. Dick frowned. “What’s going on with Jason?” 

“Read the results and I���ll explain how we got there,” Dick answered. Barbara skimmed the pages, frowning as she looked at the anomaly markers. She pushed her hair back and removed her glasses. 

“Shit,” Barbara muttered, “Tell me he didn’t understand this. Tell me you didn’t explain it to him.” 

“Babs—.” 

“What’s wrong with you? He’s a sixteen-year-old boy, Dick. You can’t tell him—.” 

“He asked me… And he freaked out immediately after I told him,” Dick answered, “What do you want me to do about it? I couldn’t lie to him. And that’s the least of his worries.”

“Dick, please tell me everything you know about this situation with—?”

“I can’t tell you everything. Jason made me promise to omit a few details about what happened in Barcelona. This is the only part I’m allowed to tell you. Jason’s functionally immortal, and it’s—. You would’ve thought I told him he had two weeks to live. It wrecked him,” Dick whispered. Barbara held up a finger as she left the room to take a call. 

“Dinah, hi,” Barbara answered. Dick sank into his chair. 

** 

The dinner table remained completely silent save for the scraping of forks. Jason sectioned off small pieces of his lasagna, pushing it around his plate. Reese stared at Jason, trying to catch his eye. Dick avoided eye contact with Barbara, electing to study Jason instead. And Jim and Barbara . Their eyes hadn’t left Jason since he came home. “Jason, you’re not eating,” Reese whispered. 

“I didn’t know I was supposed to…The way everyone’s staring, I thought I was dinnertime entertainment,” Jason muttered before shoving his plate away and storming out of the room. 

Everyone moved to follow him, but Reese shook his head. “I was the one who detonated him… Do you all mind if I try to talk to him?” Reese requested. 

“Go ahead,” Jim whispered. 

Reese knocked on the door. “Jason? Can I come in?” Reese asked.

“Do whatever you want,” Jason replied. Reese slipped in the room and shut the door. 

“What’s wrong?” Reese asked. 

“Everything,” Jason snapped, “And the one person who can fix it is the one who caused it. No one else can help me, Reese… And I’m pissed about it.” 

“So, you’re going to snap at everyone who cares about you?” Reese questioned. 

Jason paced aimlessly around the room, avoiding physical contact with Reese. “Do you want me to answer that honestly?” Jason replied. Reese stopped him, grabbing him by the shoulders. “You don’t want to do this with me right now. Reese—.” 

“I’m gonna let you go, and I want you to look at me. I want you to admit that you’re not mad… I want you to admit you’re scared… And I’ll stay the night. I’ll hold you. We’ll get through this,” Reese stated. He released Jason, and Jason whimpered and shook his head. His breathing sped up. His eyes filled with water. Reese nodded. Jason hyperventilated as he fought tears. “It's okay. It’s you and me.” 

Jason hid his face in Reese’s sweater. “This is so fucked,” Jason cried. Reese rubbed his back. 

“It is… And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that there’s not much we can do other than apologize. I’m sorry about all the things you feel you can’t talk about,” Reese apologized as he swayed from side to side. Jason sobbed until he was too tired to do anything. He climbed into bed, reaching for Reese, and Reese held him. “I’ll sleep here every night until you feel better.” 

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled.

“It’s okay… You had an unbelievable birthday week… How about we go to dinner on Friday night?” Reese offered. Jason laughed. “Sue me for worrying about your empty stomach.” Reese kissed Jason’s forehead. After Jason fell asleep, Reese crept out of the room and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. 

Everyone stared at him, waiting for news. “Oh, um… He’s tired. I’ll leave the door cracked, Mr. Gordon,” Reese whispered. 

“Reese, one thing… Thank you. It’s been nice having you around to help out,” Jim smiled. Reese nodded.

“Thank you for letting me help,” Reese replied.

**

Barbara called Jason after Jim took Reese to school, waking him out of his sleep. “ Yeuughh … Hello?” Jason muttered.

“Are we not going to talk?” Barbara asked. 

Jason looked at the time on his phone and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay,” Jason answered.

“What are you hiding from me?” Barbara questioned. “I know it’s something important. Dick told me about the immortality thing but withheld something else. What could be scarier to talk about than that?” 

“I’m not scared to tell you for my sake. I’m scared because I know you’ll flip out and be worried about me… And you’re gonna say bad things about my mom—.” 

“Jason, that—. I swear I won’t say anything bad about your mom,” Barbara promised.

“Okay… I think my mom is helping Joker manufacture chemical weapons… Actually, I know. He was in the hotel room in Barcelona. I didn’t see him, but I heard him. I told Dick not to tell you about that part. I don’t think he ever saw my face. Mom covered me up when he was around,” Jason explained. 

Barbara didn’t speak. The doorbell rang, and Jason jumped. “Jason, don’t answer the door—.” 

“Barbara, don’t worry about me… Anything that happens to me won’t injure me permanently. My mom said—.”

“Your mom—. Goddammit, Jason. I’m on my way over there right now,” Barbara half-shouted as Jason walked toward the front door. 

“Are you Jason Todd?” a man’s voice questioned. “I’m here at your mother’s request. I know you’re home alone.”

Jason answered the door without hesitation. “Jason, no—.” 

Jason stuck his phone in his pocket. “What did she want?” Jason asked. 

“She said you’d want this… I didn’t open it. I swore I wouldn’t involve myself in her affairs after that incident—. You’re her son. So, whatever it is, I must be partially responsible. I knew helping her would always come back to haunt me,” the man whispered as he shoved a manila envelope into Jason’s arms and left. Jason shut the door and answered the phone. 

“Barbara, did you hear any of that?” Jason asked.

“I’m so mad at you right now… But, I heard it. What was he talking about?” Barbara asked.

“I think he was there the night my mom accidentally killed me,” Jason whispered. “Do you think you could get one of your friends to do us a favor?” 

“If you mean—.”

“I know about the Charlie’s Angels gig you’ve got going on the side. If they can find my mom, maybe they can stop Joker’s thing… And maybe… Just maybe, I can talk to her about her plans for my blood before she gets herself into even more trouble,” Jason interrupted.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Chubtober Day 29!

Listen, you don’t have to tell me that today is absolutely a stretch for the prompt, but I love this idea and I’m willing to make the reach. 😂

So, hear me out. Today’s prompt from fatguarddog’s list is Android. Are there any actual androids in this story? No. But! JK uses his phone which is likely a Samsung so android…right?

—-

Jungkook and Jimin started their dynamic a little over a year ago after graduating college.

Jimin had gained his “freshman 15” throughout college and their relationship which awakened something in both of them.

Ending college at 150, but having active lifestyles and busy schedules meant that Jimin’s gain was slower yet just as enjoyable.

Jungkook was an excellent feeder. They both loved looking through forums and coming up with plans together.

Jungkook buys one of the electronic scales that connects to his phone with an app when Jimin is around 170.

Since he is a big tech guy, Jungkook figures out how to change the function on the scale to always display a number less than what Jimin actually weighed, but he could also see the actual results on his phone.

Jimin had been trying for his current goal of 200 for months and always pushes more with dinner or a stuffing when he weighs beforehand.

No matter what he does, Jimin is still under 200 every time he steps on the scale.

He’s already catching on to something being up with the scale situation, but Jimin doesn’t say anything, thinking Jungkook will admit that he’s doing something soon.

When Jungkook tries to push it farther by making the scale show that he had lost weight, Jimin finally feels that he has confirmation his partner is doing something with the scale.

Jimin’s not a tech guy at all so he doesn’t know how Jungkook is doing it, but he’s certain that has he rigged it up somehow.

Jimin obviously wants to gain so he doesn’t care that it obviously has encouraged his gain.

However, Jimin did have a surprise for Jungkook at his 200 goal that involved special lingerie he bought and he’s going to be pissed if it doesn’t fit because of his extra unknown gaining.

Jungkook is away the next weekend for a bachelor party so Jimin buys his own scale to see just how far over his 200 goal he is, certain that he hadn’t lost weight with the way he had picked up his eating lately.

Jimin tests the scale they’ve been using and gets 193, unsurprising as he’s been fluctuating between 185-195 for at least two months according to that scale when he feels like his weight is steadily going up.

Then Jimin gets out the new traditional scale he bought, assuming the number will be higher.

He is in absolute shock when it says 223 meaning Jungkook has managed to ‘hide’ over 30 pounds from him.

Jimin thought he was just going to be a few pounds over 200, maybe 205-210 at the most.

He isn’t mad in the slightest because he’s feeling both proud and turned on by 223.

However, he also thinks that Jungkook most know his actual weight since he’s the one messing with the scale.

Jimin decides he needs to get back at him.

When Jungkook gets home, Jimin decides to ask for a big dinner to absolutely stuff himself as a welcome back - ordering a massive takeout order with his favorite dessert.

He also asks to weigh in before the meal as they occasionally liked to see how much Jimin ate by weighing before and after.

Jimin uses their normal scale and it again says 193, putting on his normal pouting act that he will never hit 200 at this point.

Jungkook comforts him and takes them back to the living room to have a massive meal.

Jimin does push himself to make his point even better and eats more than he ever has, needing help up to go weigh himself after the meal.

Jungkook gets their scale out, but Jimin stops him.

“Wait, let’s try my new one.”

Jungkook panics internally as Jimin pulls out a scale he has never seen and proceeds to step on it, seeing 227.5 light up the screen.

Jimin thinks to himself that 4-5 pounds of food is impressive since he knows his real starting weight before dinner and uses that energy as he puts on another act with Jungkook.

“Oh my god, that’s impossible. I’ve never eaten that much in my life, but there’s no way I ate 30 pounds of food…unless…”

JK immediately knows his little game is up and is ready to grovel.

“Baby, listen, I can explain.”

“Oh, you better. You are in trouble.”

Jimin’s ‘punishment’ for Jungkook is that Jimin is still going to wear his fancy lingerie and eat a huge tray of desserts like he planned.

However, instead of letting Jungkook hand feed him or even tie Jimin up like he planned for 200, Jungkook is now the one who has to sit across from Jimin with his hands tied up, unable to touch or feed Jimin throughout the entire night.

Jungkook learns to never tamper with anything in their house again, quickly learning of the mean streak in his typically soft and sweet Jimin.

Also, when Jimin hits 250, the reward of being the one to feed and pamper his beautiful baby in celebration is much better than any punishment could ever be.

[fuckitsdarkinhere]

Sooo you're just here {to troll}. Disappointing. Thought being a good person meant giving a shit and doing actual good in the world but fuck me for having standards, am I right?! 😂

Still though, despite you taking a thorough piss with this, I actually want to treat this situation seriously and so, I'll be making another post about you. 👋 If you unblock me again and respond, I will respond again then block you if you don't bring anything meaningful to the discussion. These posts will still be visible in your tag despite the block so good luck hiding them from other people.

As for not being able to come up with answers: I already did. If you had reading comprehension or actually gave a shit about this topic, you'd see that the answers are within the questions themselves. The problem with these answers is that they're currently ineffectual.

Even with crowd funding, we (as everyday people) can't afford lobbyists to make laws. We can vote things in at the state level, but you need to have the majority on your side and those laws can be overruled federally, if not outright removed by the Supreme Court, which has been rigged to be as anti-citizen as possible. Even if we were to luck out with all or even most of that, our current process just takes way too effing long. People shouldn't have to die for 10+ years before change can be enacted.

In 2010, the Canadian government made it illegal for any groups, larger than five, to congregate in public places wearing masks, after a bunch of masked teens destroyed some shops downtown in protest of the G10 summit. This law was immediate and rushed into law within 48hrs of the event taking place so don't tell me it's going to take ten fucking years to make these laws happen.

We need the American government to do the same but with insurance companies. I know that's a hell of a pipe dream given the dictator the royal you elected, dumbass, but maybe if they fear swinging in the breeze from a high tree, they'll do the smart thing and give into people's demands. (I doubt it, but you can't deny they're at least motivated to listen now.)

Always remember, we women had to kill to get the vote.

Oh I don't think it's because of your political stances, dear. Your behavior led me to that assumption.

What in the red-headed feminist???? Bitch, I'm leftist. I'm assuming this is your attempt to derail the conversation because I did not mention him or anything other than the current hot button topic that's got you all frazzled for some reason. (Afraid of ending up in the crosshairs someday? I'm queer, I live under its gaze. Did you just notice it?)

This might surprise you, but I think Zimmerman should be taken out back for what he did to Trevor. He shouldn't have gotten away with it and he totally abused his white-passing privilege to get away with it. (Annoying & disheartening how the internet's forgotten about him; man should be dogged for the rest of his days, but I digress.)

Despite what you think of me, I'm not a violent sociopath. I actually look for the peaceful solution 99% of the time. The 1% where I don't is reserved for evil, disgusting people who actively hurt others, like the CEO.

No, I don't want all CEO's dead and him just being a CEO isn't the problem; it's what he did and didn't do as CEO that got him in the literal crosshairs. Again, he was no wee-babe, but a cowardly bastard, arbitrarily killing people so he could pad his own pockets as well as the shareholders. He made $10,000,000 a year and did dick all with it so it's not even like he tried to atone.

You know what sensible people call those? Murderers. Why does this need to be explained to you? Everyone considers insurance companies and the people who run them as evil thieves, parasites and legalized killers, but it was accepted as a "necessary evil." It never should've become that normalized; you should not be on his side in this (and despite your other posts, you most definitely are.) You've also failed to realize...

HE THOUGHT MURDER WAS OKAY

And what's frightening is that you seem to think it's fine for him to think/do so.

No, as an insurer, he has a duty to pay out to people who pay in; not leave it up to a broken AI he didn't feel the need to take any accountability for. He actively pushed a faulty, defective product and did nothing to correct all of it's wrongful rejections. He failed as a CEO, as the head/face of the company and actively murdered people. To kill for your own needs/profit is inherently selfish and unjustifiable, but he's allowed to get away with it because…?

Are you some rich white girl or did you really hit the curb when your mother dropped you?

If it isn't, then where the hell are you getting this from? The only one who sounds hateful/frothing right now is you and you're clearly allowing previous biases to cloud your judgement.

For the record, I am NOT:

Pro-guns

Pro-gun violence

Pro-murdering of anyone/everyone

Right leaning (like, at all)

Straight

I am 100% in favor of:

Abortion & abortion rights

Proper sex education & preventatives

Gun control & sanity checks for gun ownership

Protecting yourself/your home from an attacker

Physically defending yourself if touched without consent (in any context)

Attacking an abuser or assailant that's blocking you from leaving a bad situation

Pro defense & murder when it comes to the "your body, my choice" crowd and for men who've killed in the dozens to thousands...

...which this CEO has.

Understand, my position isn't ill-thought out nor haphazard like you're wanting it to be. The right to kill should only be reserved for the most extreme/dire of circumstances, (like killing thousands.) Zimmerman was a coward who started shit and, unjustly, got to end it. What he did wasn't self-defense and IDK how his testimony to starting the conflict didn't void that entirely.

No one's life is worth a fucking chocolate bar.

But he was a small man with small goals. A problem, yes, but we're talking about a murderous CEO who sat in a chair and reaped profit from the dead. He's a mass murderer that's tricked society into thinking it's legal/just because of his title. It isn't. It's murder, 100% and we need to do something about it. Also, just because something's legal, doesn't mean it's just. A lot of laws need to change sooner rather than later but it's looking like the system you're so very dependent on is collapsing. Have fun with that. 😃

Yeah because you totally haven't been unblocking and re-blocking me to try and "win" this thing. I doubt the follow was accidental since you were still following by the time of my latest response.

What block circumvention? You're in my notifs:

Maybe stop unblocking me and it'll stick? Also, making posts about you in my own blog isn't considered block evasion if I can see and click on the notifications. Again, if you want this to stop, either have an actual discussion or keep me blocked. Any response from you will be seen and responded to.

Promise? Also, stop projecting. You're the one who actually needs to prove they're doing more than just trolling.

[maximuswolf]

My problem with Far Cry 5

My problem with Far Cry 5 As you can probably tell by the spoiler tag, this is obviously gonna be about the ending so, you've been warned.I know a lot of people that praises this game because the message that comes across is something among the lines of "sometimes, you just have to let go" or "accept that you cannot always change what is gonna happen" or something like that, which in my opinion is an awful approach, especially to this games.Far Cry was always about actually doing something about the problem at hand and having to live with your decisions, so by telling me that Seed was right all along and I could've just walked away, you're invalidating everything I did.Why did I even bother liberating Hope County, saving people, killing bad guys only for the game to tell me that it was all for nothing? I know some people will see in this some sort of golden lection about life and how some things are beyond your control, but honestly? F*ck that!I play videogames because they allow you to do the difference in situations when you'd probably not be able to do shit in real life, so by taking that away from me you're basically giving me the middle finger and saying "sorry kid, this one was rigged from the start and you cannot win" after I dedicated so much time to try to accomplish something, which is the most moronic decision I've seen in a videogame in these last years.What is your take on the game and its ending? Do you agree with the point Ubisoft was trying to make or were you also pissed by it? Submitted July 18, 2024 at 06:48AM by Kay-San-TheNorthStar https://ift.tt/7RvFojB via /r/gaming

[the-firebird69]

It's more than just his loser kids that are doing it it's tonnie f who took all the robots to do work.

Did you pretty good because he's using other people's construction programs and he changed the language but he uses it and it works he's got huge projects going with robots during tons of work that's how he's doing

And yeah you captured tons of Max and had them build a few prototypes of each size had them thinking they were running the project

Thor Freya my son says it makes sense that they're having them help design things and it was Max now they're very pissed off and they're escaping some of them in the news is coming out

Trump is withering fighting his own kids fighting Stan fighting Biden and Max the Midwest and upper Midwest he has only around 8% of his force that he had two days ago and pretty soon he's going to be out as he's being attacked cuz he might have robots with poison if they saw the robots moving it. Tons and tons of people are on it and he's being decimated right now and is down to 5% momentarily. Fairly soon he's going to turn into a heinous a****** the rest of the world of trumpster is being attacked and they will be reduced greatly and they'll find the money today and it will be all over

Thor Freya again

I can't believe it's the day and The Time and that this a****** is still talking to us and telling us what he's doing he's a freaking moron he thinks he's going to get rid of his own people and collect the money when they're going to go after him she knows I mean they know that is his kids and his clones know that he has the Lions share and that's what they do is go after each other while everybody's going after them and yes for money and it doesn't really pay off I'm fairly soon you can hear about it because Trump is going to be in the news and they're going to start going after him for real and he's going to get convicted of crimes but the money will come out because he's small enough for it to no it's because people are going to start finding his people with tons of money and we need it to take over the banks fully

Hera

We hear you suggesting to push it along and we've been doing that and we know he's cranky you should be up in our face but he is and I will tell you he's fairly young to have gone through all that and he wants these two out so we're saying he's up in our face but he is and he's rightfully so because it's way over to the mark and these people are attacking him for real and Tommy FS2 he knows we have a plan but he's trying to push it along and he has to for real it will stall out if he doesn't so I kind of feel for him because people do that to him and these people do this and it gets the job done and he's going to push for other people to get these out of his hair but what a nasty situation you hear what he's saying I'm in a dire situation that surrounded me they're sitting here save and get everything by threatening me and that's ridiculous and find them in every single corner it's running every single aspect of my life and we found that too and it's ridiculous so we're going to start smacking them around I'm going to start doing it now and they're fighting each other so I'm going to take care of them clean them all out and use the fight as an excuse you need to clear them out because they're trying to rig everything to threaten people and it sent out a cue to do it and he sent it to us so sitting there smiling no sense smiling back seeing the other ones dying what are you so happy about and it's going on now that these idiots are stupid and people are saying it too we're getting the money we're getting you and you just won't shut your mouth just fine it looks like nothing's got taken and it's going around that they have the money cuz it finally touching into it and people love that people leave the money it's a huge deal that it's going around okay it's a giant deal that it's here today what they're doing is just getting rid of their own and they're collecting money and they're trying to buy stuff to make robots even at offsite locations like New Zealand I have a ton of robot making equipment there and they bought people off and they pay people they bribe to people and they bought tons of equipment it took tons of their factory equipment there too cuz automobile factory equipment it's very similar what you need robots as well as the same but they took huge factories okay and giant ones so they're going to try and make this dumb movie Tommy boy coming up probably today is supposed to cover for stuff people know about and it's not really going to do anything except highlight what they've done but that's how dumb they are and you sit there saying that it's covered and they're really exposing what they did I'll tell you they're hard to try to do the movie and we're laughing because it's stupid and other people want them to do the movie because they know it's stupid so they say they're going to do it and show they still have parts in the warehouses cuz you go to the warehouse and nothing's going to it and they got in the warehouse because they saw nothing was and I see your paperwork says nothing's coming here but a year but they say where is your parts manufacturing facility that one of the interviews of an old plant and the building is there but there's nothing in it so the guy said boy that's curious this building was emptied out by our company and it was Trump it says so you know already and started fighting right in front of Joe dirt and Trump is in the news on sports saying so you like getting to me and threatening this is yeah I like getting to you and I'm going to tear you down and you're a piece of s*** frankly you're an easy piece of s*** right now and why wouldn't I. To begin threatening again and it said I'm hitting you when you're threatening and you get outside I'm going to hit you for real and it's going on inside that you can't figure it out

Frank Castle hardcastle

We're going to knock you out drunk and fully and we need to use the symbolism everyday

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I like the snow nonsense approach I'm going to make sure that he pays for it and that is we're going to make sure that Trump pays for what he's been doing and her son has cited a pyramid and he's wondering if it's the pyramids and if Tommy f left those pyramids there and it's going to come pick them up later so tons of people are going to look at those it's in Greece and it's visible from the Acropolis the tip of it is you know what it is and people are checking and then say it looks solid so they're going over there to check what it is seems our son and daughter lost what it is no she knows he says can't remember or I don't really know for sure I know that it's a solid pyramid I don't know how thick it is or if it's completely solid and he heard it and he's gone up there he said it could be these pyramids they're bringing up there cuz they made a long time ago thousands of years of sitting in freshwater so they're all moving on it now

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

Is 500 of them checking it out and 10,000 of them going up there now they go up there and big groups and it's a tourist group and they're checking it out and trying to get ships by and try to find tunnels it is a huge effort right now and it should be. And Hera admits putting it back there and she said people look at him at the stones and her husband got in trouble but he says it's part of the job so I'm moving on but really there's a lot of stuff happening here these people are getting arrested and interrogated and Tommy f too

Thor Freya

[grison-in-space]

I'm willing to bet the ADHD types you know can mask out nearly all of the symptoms that don't overlap with autism.

I mean... masking in the sense of "avoid pissing people off" definitely, definitely not. Identifying masking levels for this sort of stuff is hard because it's difficult to correct for the level of attunement held by most people about 40 and older these days (i.e. nil) and because most of these things can be papered over for the cursory meetings that fill a lot of academic relationships. That said I have certainly observed people whose symptoms--particularly time blindness, difficulty organizing themselves, and inattention--incurred pretty strong professional consequences. And you know, I have never in my fifteenish years around academia worked for a straight man? I mean, obviously they exist and the caretaking wife phenomenon you mention is absolutely a real thing, but it's not something that the people I am thinking of necessarily get to rely on.

The "get overwhelmed and paralyzed" thing? Is also me. The thing about the PhD leaving scars so deep that years later I'm still trying to work out what is salvagable? Me too. I am not trying to argue that academia is happy funtime neurodivergence space: in fact, the point I am making is that even assuming a space chock full of other neurodivergent people, academia can be hellish--in part because no one talks openly about this, and because power dynamics cascading down from highly-ranked people to lower-ranked ones conspire to "fill in the gaps" for highly-ranking folks with unmanaged disability issues.

I hope we are not talking past one another, but I feel like I am hearing "really disabled people with ADHD cannot survive in this environment" and that is just not true--if you can manage to charm enough powerful people to paper over the plates you drop, if you can figure out which ones are fine, if you can be lucky enough to not run afoul of too many pissed off people. If you can use a variety of tools to cover your deficiencies--and it's all too easy for faculty members to use students to do this.

The thing is that it's a numbers game. A lot of us try it, and most of us get chewed up but some stick, and there's a huge chunk of luck in there. No one ever cared (or, honestly, noticed) if I was reading a book while I was running experiments; I did a lot of it, too, because I do behavior work and there's a lot of waiting there. It sounds like you got really unlucky and wound up in a bad situation, and I have all the empathy in the world for that, and I don't think I would have survived an environment with people that rigid about their-method-or-the-highway, either. I barely survived the one I started in; my career, such as it is, is limping along.

(By the way, in my experience non-ADHD autism often hits ADHD shit with a particularly nasty bang, especially if the autistic person is senior and doesn't know they're autistic: rigidity about Rules and the Proper Way To Do Things and How It Should Go tends not to mix well with ADHD. Again: neurodivergence doesn't necessarily mean supportive. I am so, so sorry that happened to you. It is devastating and I am so sorry you had to go through that.)

I see a lot of people carefully hiding disability in my workplace, often with jury-rigged supports or janky-ass homebrewed ways of doing things that are designed to help them keep succeeding... often powered by shame, anxiety, and terror. I think this is actually a major factor by which faculty who come into new PI positions often sour, burn out, and start relying on an endless supply of fresh new students to "make up the difference": at each inflection of seniority you're expected to take on more responsibility in new and different ways for which no one is trained at all. The hard truth is that disability services on campuses are usually seen as being almost wholly for undergrads, and the high rate of competition for academic jobs makes it very easy to lose disabled scholars.

I do think things are, slowly, changing. A few years ago, the neuroscience students in my department challenged for and won the right to extended time in a quiet room on coursework exams--a bog-standard accommodation that had previously been denied because, apparently, you're not supposed to be in graduate school if you can't succeed on those grounds. This was news to me, but so be it.

But it's hard won and hard fought work, and I think much of that is in part because so much ableism in academia is internalized, which means that shoving through it can mean shoving through people who view the change in openness with emotional reactions that shade to terror and fear, which often transmutes into outright hostility.

I don't have good answers about how to fix it. Only grief and a desire to see and do better, if I can.

yesterday's talk to the neurodivergency activism program also included a fun "ethics in research on neurodivergence" panel conversation at the end when one person expressed this real frustration with the academy: that it's so unfriendly to neurodivergent people who can't navigate the social structures of academia, and it is so frustrating to this person to know that they want to go back to school and get the PhD but it's so unfriendly to neurodivergent people--

bear in mind, I'm the only openly neurodivergent researcher on the panel and by far the most junior (the others are all established faculty), plus I do animal research which is probably as far from the rather clinical focus of the folks in that program as humanly possible. and I've discussed openly how relational academia is, and how much it relies on the approval of your supervisors. we've even had a nice conversation about the same thing in clinical practice.

but I'm sitting here going... you know what, the interpersonal fuckery that almost ended my career actually was a result of blundering into another neurodivergent person's unacknowledged shame spiral, actually? you know that neurotypical research PIs are a distinct minority in my experience? you know that this is an incredibly dysfunctional institution, I ain't arguing that, but it's also one that has been by and large built for, by, and around neurodivergent people's needs and desires?

it's just they don't know it, so if you talk about it openly you get panic reactions. but it's so, so, so funny to see. (as I expanded on this theme the lady I liked best, a black woman working on intersections between developmental disabilities, race, and access to health care, is just grinning SO wide and almost giggling to herself.) you label yourself and people go OH NO A LABEL but if you know how to see the shape of the thing the label is supposed to describe, you can see that they oughta have a label, too.

so on the one hand, real consequences for being too open about yourself, but on the other hand, things actually have gotten so much better in the last 5-10 years. and on the gripping hand, just being in a space with only other neurodivergent people does not necessarily fix the problem of inadequate communication, hurt feelings, bad relationships with power, and weird insecurities. it just doesn't fix it. what works is understanding how to resolve conflicts, building structures that are less reliant on single dyadic relationships, and finding alternate ways to make connections with scholars in your field.

dammit, this means I should probably poke my bluesky again. fff.

[connorhasaknife]

assembling my cork board with red string. big d is either an avatar of a true faerie, a (VERY) powerful changeling or a charletan

REASONING 1.) BLOOD THAT MAKES YOU HIGH

the man was not just 'on dmt'. dmt does not make vampires react like that it makes them DMT High. kevin got absolutely yonked instantly. faerie blood does that to vampires. from the fae rulebook;

"Some claim that fae blood tastes little or no different from mortal blood; others speak of rapturous bliss, hallucinations, or transcendent experiences. Some compare it to feeling the morning sun shining upon one’s face once more — both in its exhilaration and in its excruciating pain."

-fae rules pg. 383

kevin CLEARLY experienced some sort of rapturous experience when drinking d's blood. human blood is not 'delectable and lemon scented' those are properties i would ascribe to fae blood. its very likely that d kept the wizard to himself to not only get markus away from a bad influence but to hide the effects of drinking his blood.

REASONING 2.) REFUSES TO GIVE OUT HIS NAME AND INSISTS ON A TITLE

names and titles are massive deals to fae. like, massive massive. big d not giving out his name to the gang could be him being a secretive little shit, but ogre poppenang has shown incredible skill in writing and i believe it means far more than that. this points far more to him being a dwindled fae or a charletan than him being a changeling, but it could be him taking parts from faerie culture as changelings often do.

also important is the genuine seriousness he treats it with; him saying 'or lord' was not him joking, and him telling kitten not to call him sir could be him steering the crew along the path of a specific Legend. it would go along with the weird behaviour he has surrounding information, where he very clearly knows exactly what specific terms mean but just absolutely refuses to tell anyone anything even when it would be helpful. he may very well be doing this to stick to a specific heroes journey and to cause drama that would aid in him a) regaining lost titles, b) stopping some sort of dwindling or c) win an important battle in arcadia

REASONING 3.) COME ON MAN HE'S AWARE OF THE FOURTH WALL LETS BE REAL

he fucking knows you're watching dude lets be real. lets be Real. FOR EXAMPLE;

PICTURED- D WATCHING KITTEN AND BOY GET ALONG, PRESUMABLY BEFORE CAMERA IS THERE

PICTURED- D AROUND LIKE, 5 SECONDS INTO THE CLIP . EVERYONE ELSE IS STATIC. HE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT THE CAMERA. 1.) HOW DID HE MOVE. 2.) HOW DOES HE KNOW

there are more of these. there is so much more of this. d is the only character to CONSISTENTLY stare at the camera, especially when elaborating on plot elements. this is the behaviour of a man who knows none of this is 'real'. he is acting out a part. Like A Fucking Faerie Who Is Doing A Legend For Fun And Glory.

IT IS SO IMPORTANT ALSO that it is noted that he is so pissed off to be watched. look at the difference in expression. he goes from a genuinely happy expression to that fffucking strained unsmile. that crazed expression. i feel like im losing my mind. he creeps me out because i know he knows i exist. everyone saying he's a vampire is as shortsighted and egocentric as the cainites themselves. i dont know what he's planning and it scares me. the more i think and realise about him the more he deeply unnerves me.

he also deliberately ignores what is probably, like, a lot of loud noises coming from the office for Plot Reasons. he is aware of those reasons. he is LETTING markus fuck up badly to create tension so that he gains more power.

CONCLUSION

come on man its obvious he is not your little meow meow he is a dangerous entity who is rigging the entire situation in his favour. watch that motherfucker like a hawk in the next few episodes.

i didnt find any space for this earlier in the post but big d also kinda starts to look super weird the more you look at him which is peak charletan/fae. why does he have pointed ears sometimes? how does his jaw work? why does he have no pupils? why does his face look like its melting in several scenes? help

[maxie-pallet]

Deltafell PM: Spamton

Spamton has a lot of changes and a bit of a long explanation to go with him. More under the cut!

There’s also info about the casino thing

I’ll make sure to draw Neo another time, but I need to design a mechanical suit for that and that’ll take a long time-

As for why he has two designs:

In Deltafell Pm he runs a casino called the big shot casino.

Kris and Noelle go in there around the time you would meet Spamton in a normal route, Kris starts getting a win streak that stresses the Addisons out cause they’re supposed to be the ones winning so they can take all your money-

So they send you up to Spamton’s office, where you do a battle that’s actually a card game. And you beat him.

He starts to shout about how it’s impossible for you to win and accidentally reveals that he rigs all his games which is how he got on top. The Addisons hear this, get pissed, and they toss him out, Pink becoming the new head of the casino and lets you come back anytime.

So if you go back to do his plot to get to the Neo fight, he’s now living in the trash zone cause he has nowhere else to go and he’s become a trash gremlin.

The casino is inspired by both online gambling and gacha games and is the only place in the dark world that Lancer and Rouxls can go into freely without worrying about turning into stone (since technically they would belong in a place like that). The casino would then act like the game corner in pokemon, where you can grind for chips at slots and other games, which you can then exchange for items from the Blue Addison at the front desk.

Instead of Spamton’s shop, the Yellow Addison runs the bar at the casino and you can learn about how to get the stuff for Spamton Neo through him. You also have to talk to Yellow to learn about where Spamton went after being kicked out.

Yellow is kinda in a burgerpants situation where he has dreams outside of working where he’s working, but due to having an asshole boss, he can’t achieve them. Even after Pink becomes the owner, he still is forced to keep his place. And Pink turns out to be even worse of an owner than Spamton.

You get the information about Spamton and the Neo body by giving chips to the yellow Addison, who tells you that he’s in a bet with Blue that he can get more chips than him by the end of the day. If you can get the Yellow Addison more chips than the blue, then he’ll tell you what you wanna know. But if you had bought anything from Blue, it would raise the amount of the chips you need to get. After you get the information however, it doesn’t matter if you buy things from Blue, Yellow will just have dialogue being like “Hey, thanks for helping me win against Blue! Even though it clearly was just for the info… considering you bought something from him directly after…”

Anyway The Addison family is a mess in this AU

[bellakitse]

The one I can’t live without

“Am I okay?” he hisses like a rattlesnake. “My boyfriend just took a swan dive off a four-story building with an asshole with a gun. What do you think, Carlos? Does that sound okay?”

Carlos does something reckless at work upsetting TK.

Written for @911lonestarangstweek - Day 1: Emotional whump + “How do we fix this?”

In hindsight, Carlos probably shouldn’t have been so flippant in the sight of TK’s worry.

He’s running on adrenaline. They’re in the middle of a standoff on the roof of a four-story apartment building with him between an erratic gunman on the ledge and his girlfriend. He’s trying to talk the man into lowering his gun when his radio goes live, letting him know the rescue cushion has been inflated below them, and he cringes as it causes the man before him to lose the last bit of grip he has on the situation. He doesn’t stop to think; he sees the man’s trigger finger start to pull back, and Carlos rushes forward, his arms going around the guy’s waist. Next thing Carlos knows, they’re in the air freefalling before landing on the giant cushion.

Screaming and orders are being shouted as he rolls off the cushion with his arms still around the man. He lets him go to grab his cuffs before standing him up and passing him over to his partner, finding a look of exasperation on her face.

“You’re either the bravest or dumbest son of a bitch I know, Reyes,” she says with a shake of her head before tilting it in the direction of a series of first responder vehicles. “Get your ass over there to make sure you still have your brains in the right place, though after this stunt, I have to wonder.”

Carlos rolls his eyes but does what she says, starting to make his way over to the paramedics.

“By the way,” she calls out, causing him to look back at her. “Your man is over there spitting nails.”

Carlos winces, just now noticing the number on one of the rigs. He continues walking over, feeling dread as he spots Paul and Judd and sees the pitying looks on their faces as he passes them. He sees Tommy and Nancy first. They seem to be forming a barrier with their bodies, and he quickly realizes it’s because TK is behind them, sitting on the edge of their rig with his head between his knees, taking in deep breaths.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks, concerned, stepping around them only to step back when TK snaps his head up to look at him, his green eyes flashing.

“Am I okay?” he hisses like a rattlesnake. “My boyfriend just took a swan dive off a four-story building with an asshole with a gun. What do you think, Carlos? Does that sound okay?”

“TK – “ he starts to say with what he hopes is a calming voice. It seems to do the exact opposite as TK turns redder, his face twisting into a nasty scowl.

“Of all the reckless, stupid, boneheaded things to do,” he rants. “What were you thinking? Were you even thinking  at all – “

Carlos scoffs, and even though his brain is screaming at him not to continue, he can’t help himself when TK gives him a challenging look at the sound. “That’s a little hypocritical coming from you, don’t you think? Reckless is kind of your trademark.”

He knows it’s the wrong thing to say the second the words are out of his mouth. He expects TK to curse him out if he’s honest. What he isn’t expecting is the flash of hurt he sees cross TK’s face or the way his hand trembles. He feels his stomach drop unpleasantly as TK’s eyes shine wet, and he’s more than ready to apologize when TK turns towards his Captain.

“Captain Vega,” he starts, his voice shaking slightly. “If you would please check Officer Reyes over. I’ll go check on the girlfriend and make sure she’s okay.”

He notices Tommy look over at him, but his focus is on TK and how he won’t look at him anymore.

“Sure, TK,” Tommy answers kindly, her voice motherly the way he’s heard it at times with both her people. “Nancy, go with him.”

“You got it, Cap,” Nancy answers, putting herself on the side of TK to act as a barrier once again when they pass him. He thinks of reaching for TK anyway, but the glare Nancy gives him as she walks by stops him in his place. Instead, he watches them walk away, his dread growing with every step TK takes away from him.

Tommy clears her throat, forcing Carlos to turn back to her. He feels his face go hot at the judging look he finds on her face.

“Well,” she starts to say, letting out a loud breath. “That was an idiotic thing to say, wasn’t it?” she questions bluntly, and Carlos can’t help but cringe before nodding.

Tommy’s expression softens a bit at that. She rolls her eyes at him before waving him forward. “Well, come on, let’s get you checked out,” she motions to where TK had been sitting, probably hyperventilating because Carlos dove off a damn building – fuck he’s an idiot.

“TK might be pissed at you right now, but I guarantee the first thing he’s going to ask when he comes back is if you’re okay. It will go a long way to get you out of the doghouse if I tell him you’re fine. Then you can apologize for the stupid thing you just said when the man that loves you was on the verge of a panic attack over your safety,” she finishes pointedly, making him feel worse if possible.

 ֎֎֎

 He doesn’t get to apologize.

Mitchell comes over to tell him they’re wanted back at the station before TK and Nancy come back to the rig. He goes reluctantly; he knows he has a job to do, but he hates the idea of leaving things unsettled with TK.

Tommy sees his hesitation, her expression softening once more as she gives him a slight shove and lets him know that she’ll tell TK he’s okay. He nods, grateful, and asks her to tell TK if he can please text him, getting a nod back from the medical Captain.

He gets that text he’s waiting for hours later when he’s gotten home. Only it’s not with the message he’s hoping for, whatever that might be. Instead, it reads: ‘Spending the night at my dad’s. I’ll call you.’

Nine simple words that make his stomach clench with unease. He wants to call TK, but his eyes keep falling on the last three words of the text.

‘I’ll call you.’

The message is clear for Carlos to understand. TK doesn’t want him to reach out before he’s ready to talk to him.

He looks at his kitchen, prepped for an apology dinner he had planned of coconut curry ramen, and sighs as he starts putting things away. He loves cooking for TK, having him sit on his counters with a smile on his face as he watches him work, stealing kisses from him after he lets him taste a sauce. It’s not the same as cooking for one anymore.

As a matter of fact, he quickly realizes through the rest of the evening that his apartment isn’t the same without TK. He’s known for a while that his boyfriend spends a lot of time at his place, but Carlos hadn’t realized how much he’d gotten used to it until now that they’re fighting and he’s not there.

He eats cold cereal half-heartedly and then heads upstairs. Usually, he and TK would cuddle on the couch after dinner, only half paying attention to whatever was on tv as they exchange kisses and touches. Not having that tonight, knowing that it’s by his own doing, leaves him feeling despondent. He gets ready for bed, already knowing that it’s going to be a restless night. The only times he sleeps alone these days is when TK has an overnight at work.

He lays in bed feeling agitated and miserable as he turns to face TK’s side of the bed, hating how it’s cold to the touch when he extends his hand to touch the space. He wants to reach out and have his fingertips find his boyfriend’s warm body there.

He falls into a fitful sleep, startling awake when he hears movement in his bedroom. Sitting up, he inhales a sharp breath as he spots a tense TK by the door, the light of the hallway illuminating him. Turning on the bedside lamp, he plays with the covers as they stare at each other, nervous energy crackling between them.

“I’m still pissed at you,” TK finally speaks, his brow pinched. “But I can’t sleep without your arms around me anymore,” he whispers, obviously more upset than angry.

Carlos swallows hard, hating to see TK like this and knowing he’s the cause. “How do I fix this?”

TK lets out a sigh, and pushing his shoes off, comes over to the bed, sitting down on it. “I think the real question is how do we fix this,” he corrects him, giving him a sad smile. “And unfortunately, the answer is there is no real way to fix it. I was so scared for you today because I’m so in love with you, so unless I decide to stop loving you, I’m always going to be scared when you’re in a dangerous situation,” he finishes with a wry chuckle that sounds accepting of his fate. It makes Carlos’ heart break and fills with hope simultaneously.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” Carlos whispers. He slowly reaches out, touching his fingertips to the hand TK has resting on the bed, letting out a sigh when TK turns it, taking a firmer hold.

“Yeah, that was dumb,” TK answers dryly, his eyebrow raised in challenge for a moment before he lets out a sigh of his own. “But you weren’t wrong. I have made you worry about me more than once on the job.”

“Yeah,” Carlos breathes out, thinking of TK getting shot, of the minefield and his abduction. Each time Carlos had his heart in his throat, but never did TK dismiss it the way he did today. “I’m sorry,” he says again, letting out a breath when TK’s expression softens.

“I know you are,” TK says softly. He moves, laying back on the bed, his arms open to Carlos.

Carlos doesn’t waste a second. He sinks into TK’s frame, relieved to be back in his embrace, closing his eyes when TK presses a kiss to his forehead.

“We have to be more careful out there,” TK says against his brow. “The both of us.”

Carlos nods in agreement. He thinks back to how lonely his place felt all evening without TK and lets himself voice the thought that has been echoing in his mind all night. “We have someone important waiting for us to come back home in one piece to.”

TK touches his chin, tipping his head up to look him in the eye. “The most important person in my life,” he tells him with a gentle smile, and Carlos knows he’s been forgiven completely.

“The one I can’t live without,” Carlos whispers back, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he takes in the shine in TK’s eyes at his words.

“Yeah, the one I can’t live without,” he whispers back before covering his mouth with his, kissing him gently.

Carlos returns it, deepening it as he grows desperate for more, his hands reaching out under TK’s shirt to touch the warm skin he was yearning for earlier.

TK answers his touch by pulling back long enough to pull the shirt over his head, turning as he rolls Carlos over, covering him with his body, and kissing him thoroughly and deeply. Carlos lets out a whine when TK breaks the kiss, pressing smaller, softer ones over his cheeks and nose as Carlos makes another sound.

“We should sleep,” he says quietly, shaking his head when Carlos protests. “It’s been a long day, it’s late, and you jumped off a building. You can’t tell me you’re not tired.”

Carlos tries to argue only to let out a yawn that makes TK laugh.

“Thought so,” he continues smugly. “Sleep, sweetheart. We can pick this up in the morning.”

“Fine,” Carlos pouts, his eyes already growing heavy, causing TK to chuckle again.

He watches as TK stands to remove his pants before getting back in bed.

“Can I hold you?” he questions nervously.

“Yes, please,” TK breathes out, turning his back to him, letting out a sigh when Carlos throws an arm around him, tucking his face into his neck, breathing in that uniquely TK scent.

“I love you,” he mumbles into the skin, exhaling as TK squeezes his arm.

“I love you too, baby,” he answers, sounding just as tired as Carlos. After their emotional day, it makes sense he’s so worn out.

Carlos closes his eyes, finally relaxing for the first time all day with TK back in his arms.

[blonde-freckles]

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

He can feel the building begin to shake under his feet before it comes down. He only has a split second to dive under the closest table, with barely a moment to check his surroundings before it happens. The room shakes, windows rattling as the walls come crumbling down around him. It’s all a blur, thick dust clouding his vision. He can hear the screams echoing out across the building before it falls to silence, he’s trapped encased in rubble and dust. He hears the faint squeak of his radio struggling to pick up a channel through the collapse.

He can feel the panic starting to crawl up his lungs as he shifts his weight, so he's no longer holding it all on his knees.

He’s half way through calling in his location when Hailey’s voice cuts off the radio. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What the hell Jay? I thought you were waiting.” He can hear the desperation in her voice as he squeezes his eyes shut trying to control his breathing.

“I’m okay...really, it’s barely a scratch. I’m just a little stuck right now.” He lets out a shaky breath before pulling the radio close to himself, he’s not sure who’s he’s trying to convince, himself or Hailey. “I thought...I thought I could talk him out of it.”

He really thought he could. He thought he had this. There was something about military cases that stirred something up in him, something no amount of hour sin therapy could ever fix. His need to help his brothers. The belief that what they’d seen bonded them in a way that would never be able to be broken, and no matter how many times he got burnt by this belief he never gave up trying.

The radio falls silent but he knows she’s there, he can hear her quiet breaths through the radio. “Fire is on the way Jay.” Her voice is quiet and controlled and in full work mode but all Jay can hear is her quiet breathing. This morning he’d spent the first few minutes of his day just watching her breathe, his arms wrapped so tightly around her, their legs tangled under the soft white sheets as the sunlight filtered through. Their warm little bubble, so safe and secure.

“Help...” A quiet voice breaks out drawing Jay's attention, it’s faint but he can hear it. “Help me please...”

His eyebrows furrow as he tries to work out the direction the pleas for help are coming from. He makes out a small gap in the distruction where the light is filtering in, carefully he reattaches his radio to his duty rig, shuffling down on his stomach, he pulls himself forward through the gap.

A steel beam lays across an elderly gentleman's legs, he looks late 70s maybe, with light grey hair now covered in dust, his hands holding tightly around the beam desperately pushing against it.

“Sir...” Jay jumps into action, crawling faster as he makes his way through the gap. “Sir are you all right?”

His brain kicks into work mode, shutting off any lingering thoughts on not making it out of here alive as he assesses this situation. The mans bleeding pretty heavily, his legs crushed on the beam that might be the only thing stopping him from bleeding out. It’s far too heavy for Jay to lift or even try to shift, instead he manages to use his belt as a makeshift tourniquet.

He calls through the radio, listening intently as Brett comes over the air waves to get an idea of the gentleman’s injuries. When Jay does manage to finally slow the bleeding the radio crackles back to silence and Jay looks down at his blood stained hands, wiping them on his jeans in the hopes the gentleman won’t see just how much there is as he sits beside him.

“You’re a detective you say?”

“Yes...erm sorry I never got your name.”

“Arthur Brady...I would say nice to meet you but...” The man half chuckles as Jay gives him a short nod wondering how he could be so chipper in a moment like this, surely he can feel the extent of his injuries, even if he can't he can definitely see the severity of the situation.

“Whatever you do Jay keep him talking until we get there.”

Bretts words echo in his mind.

“Arthur...Arthur talk to me...tell me what brought you here today.”

Time seems to tick by slowly, the faint crackle of Jays radio fading in and out every so often. Fire had arrived, but it was gonna be a long wait until they could get to them. The building was not on steady ground and the aim was to get as many people out alive as possible, however long that took. Hailey's voice had only come through the radio once more in that time, just to say the bomber's body had been pulled from the wreckage near the exit...he hadn’t made it. In the meantime Jay continues to probe Arthur with more questions in the hope it will keep him awake, but he’s also glad for the distraction that it provides him. Sitting still, having nothing to do...that’s never been Jay's speed. He learns that Arthur was at the bank to get some cash out for his granddaughters 21s birthday, he has two daughters and a son and 6 grandchildren. He was a wedding photographer for 47 years before he retired 10 years ago.

“My wife Katherine...oh she’s beautiful. You know we’ve been married 53 years this year..." Arthur explains as he pulls a worn leather wallet from his top pocket, handing it over. Jay could see the old photo inside, it’s slightly faded but he can make out the image of a bride on her wedding day, the vail thrown back over her hair to reveal her smiling brightly at someone behind the camera.

"So what's the secret to making it work?" Jay questions, his gaze falling back to his own phone and the photo of Hailey that lights up his background. He’d dragged her along on a hike a while back, with the promise of getting doughnuts after. She’d been laughing at something he’d said as the sun went down behind her, making her blonde curls glow and he’d snapped the pic before she’d had a chance to protest.

"Marry your best friend. Marry someone you can laugh with. The kind of laugh that makes your belly ache, and your nose snort. Marriage is hard. Life is harder. There are days when you'll wanna walk but as long as your relationship is buried deep in friendship you'll always find your way. You think you might know someone like that?" Arthur asks with a slight twinkle in his eye as he nods towards the phone in Jay's hand.

Jay nods, a soft smile growing on his face as he runs his thumb across the photo on his screen, handing Arthur back his own photo. “Yeah I think I do...and she’s almost guaranteed to be just outside this building right now, she’s gonna be so pissed at me for being here.”

“I don’t think Katherine will be too happy either...will you...will you tell me about her?...what’s her name?” He nods down towards Jay's phone again.

“Hailey.” Jay whispers softly, he can already see her arms folded across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently on the street, eyes trained on every person emerging from the wreckage. Honestly what he wouldn’t give to hear her knowing tone telling him that she’s sick of hospital waiting rooms right now.

“She sort of came out of nowhere, I wasn’t really looking for anything when we met, actually...there was someone else when we met. I couldn’t even tell you the moment everything changed...trust me I’ve tried to work it out but it’s just like one day she was my partner and friend and the next she was the one person I could never live without. I remember looking over at her years ago and thinking I could lose all this...this job. This job that I’ve let define me for so long but it wouldn’t matter as long as I was with her.”

“Sounds like you’re in deep...How come you’re not married?”

“Oh we haven’t been dating that long...I...we still have some things to figure out.” Jay swallows, if he’s honest he’d marry Hailey tomorrow. He’d have married her six months ago given the chance. As soon as they started dating he knew he couldn’t ever imagine spending his life with someone else. He knew it a week in, he’d come in from an early morning run to find her sitting on the kitchen island coffee cup in hand, his t-shirt hanging loosely on her body as she read the morning news. She’d handed him his coffee without so much as a second glance and he’d known in that exact moment. It had taken everything in him not to get down on one knee right then and there.

Things had changed since their first I love you, he was even more careful with her. He didn’t want her to be overwhelmed, he wanted to help her in any way he could. She was trying, really trying and she had gotten good at letting him know when she felt flustered by their relationship, when she needed space or when she needed reassurance. He was all too happy to comply, he was happy to do whatever it took to make this work.

“Don’t waste time...not with the people you love.” The sad look on Arthur’s face like he’s almost defeated makes Jay think the elder man might be close to giving up as his eyes flicker shut briefly.

“Tell me more about Katherine.” Jay urges, he wraps a hand around Arthur's wrist, checking his pulse as he does. It’s weak.

“She’s the dream. I was a New Yorker you see, born and bread...was only here for a wedding 54 years ago when I saw her through the window of a cafe”

“And you knew right then and there?”

“God no.” Arthur begins to laugh but it turns into him choking as he struggles to catch his breath. “I don’t believe in love at first sight. Love...real true love takes work and a lot of it. You’ve got to choose that person every single day.” He croaks out, his eye sparkling as he recalls the memory in his mind. “What I did know was she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I was a young man at the time, full of a confidence I had no real right having.” Jay chuckles, he’s been there, the cocky confident guy in his 20s thinking he knew it all. “I could never have known the love that would’ve formed, so deep it almost shook me to my core. I’d never been in love before, but I’d seen others, especially in my line of work and then I got it, I got why people behave the way they did. I remember thinking if this is what love feels like I get why it starts wars.” He’s words trail off and Jay watches the way his head drops slightly.

“Hey, Arthur...Arthur we’re almost out you hear me. Stay with me now Arthur. Katherine is waiting, she's still waiting for you.”

“Will you tell her...”

Jay shakes his head furiously. Leaning up as he twists his radio, calling out for an update. “No no...I’m not going to pass on any messages.” He mumbles, grabbing hold of both Arthur’s shoulders. “You’re gonna tell her Arthur...Katherines waiting for you.”

“You tell her I loved her and that she made my world a better place.” He mutters before his eyes roll back and Jay begins to bark down his radio desperate for anyone to respond.

It is only seconds later the loud ringing of a drill sounds and Kelly Severide’s voice echoes around them. Jay can feel the relief flooding through him as the familiar uniform comes into view.

-

“Jay...” The bright sunlight is a stark contrast from the darkness he’d been buried in the last few hours, the buzz of the scene hitting him is almost deafening as he hears orders being shouted out. “Jay...” Hailey’s voice stands out amongst the noise. As he steps out away from the building, he’s ushered past the destruction zone and he can hear Brett asking him to sit but he’s too focused on finding Hailey as he scans that area.

He hears more commotion behind him watching with bated breath as Arthur is pulled from the rubble, he’s attached to a bodyboard, as the next set of paramedics rush to his aid.

He doesn't even see her approach before he feels her arms wrapping tightly around him, he releases a breath he’s been holding since the building first blew as his arms wind themselves around her waist, he sticks his face into the side of her neck letting the wisps of blonde that’s fallen loose from her ponytail tickle his face as he does. They’ve never been ones for any type of public affection, while they’re on the clock anyway but right now he can’t bring himself to care. He breaks away after a while, already missing her touch but he knows they have an audience. He watches as they lower Arthur down onto the gurney wheeling him their way.

“Is this her...is this your Hailey?” He coughs, struggling as they place the oxygen mask over his mouth.

Jay can see Hailey glance his way, shooting him a silent question. “Yeah, this is her.” Jay nods, crouching down closer to Arthur.

“I’m gonna go get Katherine okay? I’m gonna bring her to you Arthur so don’t go anywhere.” Jay grips hold of Arthur’s hand, making sure the man sees the sincerity in his eyes as Sylvie lets him know that they need to move now. “Take care of my girl and I’ll take care of yours okay?” Jay asks, glancing back at Hailey who’s just watching silently.

“Deal...”

He steps back letting them get him into the ambulance as he turns back to Hailey. He can see from the look on her face she has a lot to say and he’ll happily listen to everything but just not right now. “Hey I’m okay I promise I’m okay and I'll sit and get a full checkout at the hospital just to please you but first I have something to do, please just trust me and keep Arthur company until I get to the hospital.”

“Erm sure okay...”

Jay smiles as she agrees without question, pressing a firm kiss on Hailey's forehead surprising her before he’s rushing off through the crowd without another word.

-

Hailey loses sight of Jay almost as quickly as she finds him, her heart is still thumping in her chest as she tries to keep reminding herself that he's alive, he’s alive and safe and doing whatever the hell he does. She'd done as he asked, joining the man he'd been pulled from the rubble with into the ambulance.

The ambulance roars into life and she watches as the elderly man begins to pull down his oxygen mask much to the dismay of the newest recruit to 51, his hand shaking as it reaches out for Haileys.

She takes his hand in hers. It’s cold but it squeezes onto hers tightly. She’d heard the tail end of their conversation. “You take care of my girl...I’ll take care of yours.” She’s not sure what Jay has planned but she trusts him, no questions asked.

“That man loves you more than life itself dear.” Arthur croaks and the tears that she refused to let fall in front of all their colleagues finally fall, splashing against her cheeks, his words catching her off guard.

-

The E.R is a mess, overrun with victims from the blast, no one can tell her anything as Arthur is rushed off for surgery, she’s not family, she has no right to know. So instead she takes a seat in the corner out of the way of the chaos.

She thinks she might be dreaming when he finally emerges through the doors, still dressed in his blood-stained clothes, an elderly woman holding tightly to his arm as he leads her through the crowd and towards the front desk. His eyes find hers quickly like he doesn’t even need to search for her, he just knows where she is and the small smile that plays on his lips as their eyes meet is enough for her.

-

It’s hours later when Katherine and Arthur are finally reunited. Jay helps Katherine towards his room, stopping in the doorway as Hailey hangs back. She’s still not sure what the infinity with this couple is but she’ll go along with it if that’s what Jay wants.

“That’s gonna be us one day.” He mutters quietly as the door slips shut and he steps back out into the hallway. Hailey raises her eyebrows in surprise as Jay makes his way around her, his arms encircling her waist as he leans his chin on top of her head. Both of them watching the elderly couple through the window. The way Katherine caresses Arthur’s face as he presses a kiss to her hand. The look of pure joy to see each other is so evident in their faces.

“Minus the major bleed and building collapse I hope.” She hums, leaning back into his embrace, finally feeling at ease as the weight of the day seems to slip away.

He nestles his face into her neck, pressing a light kiss to her skin. “I make no promises...”

“Hey...” she laughs, shaking her head as she places her hands on top of his, she can feel his lip quirk up into a grin against her neck and it makes her own lips turn up. “How are we going to grow old together if you keep being so reckless?”

“That’s what you love about me.”

Hailey turns in his arms, slipping her arms around his waist, one hand stroking his back softly. “I assure you it’s not...but I do love you.” She whispers the last part, she still struggles to say the words but each time she does it feels a little easier, like the words that were once so dark get a shade lighter each time she says them or hears them fall from his lips.

She watches as Jay takes a sharp breath, before resting his forehead against hers, closing his eyes softly just breathing her in. “I’m gonna say something. It’s not a question it’s just a thought...okay? I’m giving you fair warning for when the time comes.”

Hailey narrows her eyes but nods anyway, letting him pull her to the side as the hallway becomes busier. “I love you...you’re my best friend and...”

“And?”

“And I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Her blue eyes widen for a second and Jay bites down on his lips to stop the smile that comes every time he looks at her. He can see the thoughts whirling through her mind like waves crashing around the ocean. He feels her arms squeeze his waist a little tighter before she simply shrugs. “Okay...” she mumbles , laying her head back against his chest as she turns her gaze back towards Arthur and Katherine. They stand there for a moment in silence and he wonders if she can see what he can...a glimpse at their future. His thoughts are confirmed when he feels her lips pressed to his cheek curling up into a smile against him. “Okay...I’ll marry you one day.”

[mammonsvulva]

Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

+

Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

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Figured I saw how you liked peeps putting their own flair into your universe so thought id actually sit down and join in, because ive had Thoughts about my own self insert in your universe already so why not share! Anyway heres a bullet list about them, Purnella of the Crane School!

first off gen. trivia—

-Was fifteen and fresh from their trials when Ciri was brought to Kaer Morhen

-Was one of the late comers to join the Warlord, since word is slow coming when you’re at sea without a sorcerer or xenovox

-Has a sketchbook filled with ink sketches of all the various creatures theyve come to know in their experience, and they use these illustrations to narrow down what a victim has seen because You have No Idea how little ‘It looked like a giant snake with pointy teeth and white eyes!’ narrows it down when it comes to sea creatures. They use the ribbon their best friend gave them as a bookmark in it.

-All cranes love gadgets. This is common knowledge. But the amount of different and unique devices Purnella uses is insane even by their standards— harpoon gun, crossbow with a grappling hook shot, pistol rounds that explode into a net when fired to easily take down and entangle targets without wounding them, and their favorite— a little wrist mounted hooking/trolley device that lets them navigate ship rigging like a zipline.

(this is just part one btw;;)

(ok heres part two)

now further plot slash backstory because im incredibly hyper-focused on character plots

-Early childhood was spent in an orphanage after being dropped off there as an infant, matron was never certain but most assumed they were born under a black sun

-Matron was always very strict when it came to chores, telling them if they dont make themselves useful , shell turn them out on the streets alone. Was probably never truly serious, but Purnella assumed she was and internalized the idea that ‘If I make myself useful, I get to stay with my friends/my school/the crew/etc’

-As a result they overworked themselves to the point of exhaustion for years, until they actually got sat down by Triss for it when the sorcerers joined them in the keep.

-Had a best friend named Shiloh, a elven girl who also lived in the orphanage (this is literally just my oc from dragon age inquisition, ive put a version of her and cole(a canon character from da:i) into quite a few diff medias because im unhealthily attached to them both. purnella is already my self insert im being self indulgent already so why not) who gifted her a little lilac ribbon the day they left after being ‘adopted’. Shiloh calls them Purnie. Shiloh also once taught them how to fold paper into shapes that look like various animals. no this isnt a joke about paper cranes what are you saying—

-Was ‘adopted’ by a noble who fancied himself a scientist and wanted to discover what makes the children of the black sun dangerous, as well as figure out if theres any distinct sign that someone was born under the black sun in general

-As a result, even before becoming a witcher they were covered in scars from multiple experiments. the main one being scars from a procedure more similar to a vivisection or autopsy than an actual surgery(they were ‘lucky’ enough that the bastard was rich enough to have proper medicine because he damn well wasnt properly trained)

-His manse laid on a seaside cliff, and when he had a Specially Important Visitor interested in his ‘findings’, Purnella was able to free themselves from their cell and launch themselves through a window, over the cliff, and into the sea

- cough cough it was stregobor the visitor was stregobor

-Purnella woke up on a ship, where theyd been pulled aboard after the crew had noticed something floating in the sea water

-This boat had a crane witcher on it, resulting in Purnella eventually being taken ‘under his wing’ as a trainee.

-Shiloh eventually shows up at Kaer Morhen to entreaty the White Wolf to help her avenge her friend, who never ended up visiting her again after being adopted by a man who has gone on to experiment and murder Several More children of the black sun since then

-Tbh Purnellas mostly just happy to see Shiloh and learn that she remembered them, and should probably be worried about the situation but is mostly just! rlly happy!!

—also side note shiloh had No Idea their friend purnie was actually Alive! and There!! so shes extremely happy. also she grew up to become someone with an encyclopedic knowledge of veterinarian medicine and animal trivia, so she ends up staying at the keep as their trusty vet along with her boyfriend cole who isnt actually human, hes a garkain, but hes shy and kind and helpful and doesnt hurt anyone and im Refusing to separate Shiloh and Cole in Any Universe i put them in, and so there

is this all an excuse to have them hunt down and go to war with/murder stregobor? yes because fuck him— and i cannot stress this enough— in the face with a chainsaw covered in pissed off hornets.

anyway im a big fan and keep coming back to this series for more so i hope you liked this slash wasnt annoyed by the ramblings;; have a good day!

Purnella sounds like a delight! I am extremely pleased to know you're having such fun in my sandbox.

(I couldn't figure in how to copy over the picrew but Purnella looks great!)

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Buckle Bunny

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Reader

Word Count: 2,582

Warnings: None

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

You were bribed (AKA you lost a bet) into going to a local rodeo and being a Buckle Bunny. Unbeknownst to you, a mildly bored Jack Daniels is waiting in the crowd. Unbeknownst to Jack, the buckle bunny he’s smooth talking is a whole lot more than meets the eye. 

“I am not wearing this!” You shouted, flinging the hat at your laughing best friend. “I am wearing my own hat.” 

Elle, still doubled over with laughter, took the shitty hat from you, gesturing to Harmony to pass over your actual cowboy hat. You settled the brown hat on your head, sighing. 

About a month ago, Elle had made a stupid bet with you, who could stomach one of Harmony’s ridiculously frilly pink drinks the longest. You’d puked first, and therefore lost the bet. Elle’s reward? She demanded you attend your next rodeo as a buckle bunny. 

“I hate you,” you growled, wiggling in your tiny shorts. “This is embarrassing! I am competing today.” 

“I told you that you can absolutely put on real clothes when you compete,” Elle said, handing you your boots. “But until then, I want you to get some numbers! Find you a nice sugar daddy or something.” 

You reached behind you to smack a squealing Elle, Harmony almost falling off the bed with how much she was laughing. 

“We’re gonna be late,” Harmony said finally, standing and saving Elle from your wrath. “Come on.” 

The drive to the rodeo was quiet, with you sulking in the backseat. Buckle bunnies were often the bane of your existence, and now you had to pretend to be one. 

The rodeo was, as expected, crowded. The fair was also in town, and between the rides and the rodeo, there were hundreds of people gathered in what was once an empty field. 

“Just find a hot cowboy and go flirt relentlessly!” Elle said as she walked off to find the funnel cake. “Have fun!” 

You gave her a middle finger, tried to pull your shorts down yet again, and headed off. 

Wandering was easy. The fair and rodeo were your playground, and you knew every corner of the space, from the rigged games to the mildly unstable Ferris wheel. 

“Well hey there little lady,” a voice drawled beside you as you finally decided to grab something to eat. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ all the way out here?” 

Resisting the urge to gag, you turned, seeing an unfairly attractive man raising his eyebrows at you. He was stupidly good looking and dressed like a southerner, but not a full blooded cowboy. The hat looked authentic enough though. 

“Oh,” you said, trying to act ditzy. “Just wanted to see what the commotion was. It’s so hot!” 

The man grinned, taking off his sunglasses and revealing blazingly amazing brown eyes. In the sun, they looked whiskey gold. “Well, I’m Jack.” 

You gave him your name, looking wistfully at the food truck. “I’m gonna grab a drink. You want somethin’?” 

Jack shrugged. “Might as well.” 

You two stood beside each other as the line moved up, until you were ordering your good luck charm, a shamrock green cup of shaved ice. It was margarita and spearmint flavored, aptly nicknamed the Mojito, despite not having a drop of alcohol. 

Jack took a minute, but finally ordered a plain cherry cup of shaved ice. He beat you to the register, winking as he paid. 

“I could’ve paid,” you pouted, taking a bite of your shaved ice and immediately feeling a reprieve from the blistering heat. 

“You could’ve,” Jack agreed. “But you didn’t.” 

Snorting in a likely unflattering way, you led Jack towards the rodeo portion of the field. “So. What’re you here for, cowboy?” 

Jack smiled. “The rodeo, of course. Got the day off of work. Figured I’d relax the way my dad used to.”

You smiled. Jack was surprisingly more likable than you’d expected. You and him found a spot in the mostly empty bleachers around the rodeo ring and just talked. The metal of the bleachers burned your thighs, but you ignored it in favor of staring at Jack. 

He was gentle with you, happily explaining rodeo terms you’d known since before you could walk. You pretended to be entirely clueless, keeping up the buckle bunny act. You’d almost told him about the dare, but then the thought of him seeing the supposedly dumb bunny getting a nearly perfect saddle bronc score was too good to pass up. 

When an announcer called all the competitors to the tent, you jumped up, checking your watch. “Oh goodness, is that the time? My daddy’s gonna kill me!” 

Jack chuckled, standing as well. “Sure you can’t stay? The show’s about to start.” 

You shook your head. “Sorry cowboy, daddy’s super strict. See you!” You planted a kiss on his cheek and winked as you walked away. 

Jogging to the competitor’s tent, you immediately checked in and detoured to the bathroom. Putting on proper pants, a button down shirt, a shamrock green vest, your belt and leg covers, and your spurs, you rushed out to join the other competitors, nodding to men you’d competed with all your life. This wasn’t a real competition, it was mostly just for fun and entertainment, so you weren’t worried about the competitors being nasty. In fact, some of them grinned and clapped your back in greeting, as if you’d been the best of friends for years. 

Turning your attention to the blathering announcer, you tuned in just as he announced the saddle bronc. You were second to last, with only five people before you. 

Those five people went and were judged loosely, and then they were leading you to the horse you’d be riding. It wasn’t your horse, no, your horse was waiting for the timed events. Saddle bronc was the only roughstock event you rode, and boy was it worth the risk. 

Situating your spurs above the chestnut horse’s shoulders, you gripped the bronc rein tied to the horse’s bridle with one hand and secured your hat one last time with the other. 

Just like that, a buzzer was sounding, and you were off, jolting around wildly as the chestnut tried to throw you off. But between your hand and your thighs, you weren’t going anywhere. The chestnut kept kicking, and you moved with him, back and forth and back and forth like a wave, your free hand occasionally touching your hat to keep it on your head, but it mostly stayed free, helping keep the balance. Your spurs dug into the chestnut’s shoulders and neck, just enough pressure to piss him off and keep him kicking, but not too much, lest you actually hurt the horse. 

The chestnut whirled around, trying to throw you. You’d never ridden this horse before, but he was definitely a bucking horse, and knew as much about the job as you did.

Eventually, you were thrown from the chestnut’s back, hitting the dirt and rolling away from the horse so he didn’t hurt you. 

You stood once it was safe, hearing cheers as you swept your hat from your head and bowed deeply, a triumphant grin on your face. 

“And for competitor 6, a score of 90!” 

It wasn’t your best, but you were extremely happy, bowing to the judges and walking off to go wait for the final competitor. As you waited, you looked over the events list. For the timed events, steer wrestling would be first, after the roughstock events finished. You didn’t compete in steer wrestling. Not because you couldn’t, but because, like the remaining two roughstock events, they were too rough on your body. You’d stick to the other events, thank you very much. 

When the final competitor finished, they called everyone out to assess scores. A 90 was damn close to perfect, and if you were paying attention correctly, you’d won. 

The small podium was painted with the traditional one, two, and three, and the announcer, a cowboy with a real buckle bunny by his side, began to announce scores. 

Third place was a valiant 75. The buckle bunny placed the medal around his neck, grinning widely. 

Second place was a damn good 85. He clapped your back as he jogged off to take his prize. 

“In first place, competitor 6, with a score of 90!” 

You walked to the podium, stepping up above the number one, bowing slightly so the buckle bunny could slip the medal around your neck. As you waved to the crowd, you put on your most natural smile and scanned the crowd for Jack, but it was too late. You were leaving to go wait out the rest of the events you weren’t in, unable to spot your mystery man. 

Alone in the stables, you stroked down Lilac’s nose, humming to yourself. Lilac was your rodeo girl, speedy as hell and perfect when paired with you. She nudged into your shoulder, and you didn’t know it was a warning until you heard a voice behind you. 

“And so it seems I was fooled.” 

You turned, seeing Jack leaning against a wall. 

“Shouldn’t you be watching the rodeo?” You asked. “I mean, that’s got to be more interesting than talking to a fake bunny.” 

Jack shrugged. “Yeah, but I ain’t here to talk to a fake bunny. I’m here for the real rodeo rider. That was impressive. How long have you been competing?” 

“Since I was able to ride,” you admitted. “My dad used to put on fake competitions for me to practice in when I was six. Been doing rodeo events ever since.” 

“Huh.” Jack drew closer. “Are you the bettin’ kind?” 

Smirking, you took a step closer to him, so you were basically chest to chest. “That depends. What’re the stakes?” 

“My phone number.” 

You were definitely interested. “What must I do to obtain said number?” 

Flicking the brim of your hat, Jack began to walk away, calling out over his shoulder, “Win the rest of your events.” 

You snorted. Even without something as interesting as Jack’s prize on the line, you’d still probably win your events. 

That didn’t stop you from being nervous. By the time they were calling the barrel racers out, you were a ball of anxiety. Lilac nudged into you, snorting as you stroked her nose. 

You were set to go second out of the five competing, watching the competitor before you grab a decent score. Swinging up into Lilac’s saddle, you took a deep breath. Decent was good. Perfect was better. 

The buzzer went off, and so did Lilac. Swinging immediately to the right barrel, you kept control, turning her in a hairpin turn, your knee just barely grazing the barrel. It remained upright, and you moved on. Lilac was going top speed, tightly turning the next barrel, you atop her, sure this time would break your personal best. 

The third barrel was the final one, and it was perfection. You cued perfectly, Lilac turned perfectly, and then it was over. 

“Competitor 2 with a time of 15.7 seconds!” 

You laughed, adrenaline and joy coursing through you. Your personal best had been stubbornly stuck at 16.1 for months, but this had just shattered it. 

In the end, you won the event, immediately moving on to the tie down. The last event. 

You were first, Lilac nervously prancing behind the barrier as they brought out a calf. You’d been told all your life tie down events were cruel, and you agreed to a certain degree. But the way this rodeo did it, you were secure in the knowledge that the calf wasn’t getting hurt today. Not without severe consequences. 

The countdown began, and you fiddled with your lasso. It was a familiar feeling, and you adjusted it just right, hearing the countdown reach zero. The calf took off, and two seconds after it, so did you. 

Your first throw of the lasso was successful, grabbing the calf as you sprung off Lilac and felt her back up, giving you a tighter rope. You moved forward, grabbing the calf and flanking it in one swift movement. You took the end of the lasso and tied an expertly precise and incredibly fast three bone cross, securing the calf and hopefully, your win. 

Your time was called. A 9.3. Not a personal best, but pretty damn close considering your best was an even 9 seconds. 

The next few riders averaged around a 10, with someone nabbing a neat 9.5 that made your heart pound. And then, the final competitor. 

Your blood chilled. Jack, atop a beautiful black horse, sat behind the barrier, adjusting his lasso. Leaning against the fence, you didn’t even blink as his calf raced out, and right behind the calf, him. 

Suddenly, your original speculation of him being southern but not a cowboy was gone. He was picture perfect in that saddle, the lasso in his hands moving as if it were alive. He was good. Too good. 

As he walked away from the calf, the announcer called his time, and your heart almost stopped. 

He’d scored a 9.2. 

He’d bested you by a tenth of a second. 

Accepting your second place medal was hard. Standing next to Jack, you felt a bit bad for feeling so jealous. Jealousy wasn’t your color, so maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe you were just disappointed. 

After the show, you packed up your three medals, two golds and a silver, and gave Lilac a pat as you handed her off to the stable hands. Leaving the stable, you looked around for Elle and Harmony, eager to get some funnel cake and play around with the horribly rigged games before the fireworks. 

“Hello darlin’.” 

The drawl made you turn. Jack grinned at you from the barn, and you walked over to him. 

“Congrats,” you said, nodding to his gold medal. “That was impressive riding.” 

“All part of the job,” Jack said, shrugging it off. “Anyway, I believe you earned your prize.” 

You were shocked. “I didn’t, actually. I got silver. You won the last event.” 

Jack smiled. “Ah, but two golds beats one, doesn’t it?” 

He pulled out a pen, and you let him scrawl his number onto your hand. As he pocketed the pen, he tipped his hat to you and turned in the direction of a woman with short hair and a neat white button up who was apparently waiting for him. “By the way, green looks good on you!” 

Jack walked away, making a ‘call me’ gesture as he disappeared into the crowd. 

“What was that?” Elle yelled as he jumped on you from behind. “He was cute!” 

Harmony was a bit nicer, squealing and grabbing your hand. “Jack Daniels,” she read. “Oh hell no, that is not his actual name!” 

You yanked you hand back, smiling and taking a picture of the number, just in case. “I want funnel cake.” 

Promptly ignoring all the questions for the rest of the night, you tried not to think about the number until you fell onto your bed, hat securely tossed onto your lamp. 

Finally, you called the number. 

“Jack Daniels, what can I do for you?” 

“Jack?” 

“Bunny!” 

You sighed. “Do not call me that.” 

Jack chuckled. “Struck a nerve?” 

“Just a small one.” You rolled over, trying to think of what to say. “So, I’ve got another rodeo soon.” 

“Oh?” 

You nodded, despite it being pointless. “Yeah. I’m a judge, and I’m allowed to bring a date.” 

Jack paused. “Bunny, are you asking me on a date?” 

“Maybe.” 

Another pause, and then Jack laughed. “Consider it done bunny. On one condition.” 

You smiled. “You never call me bunny ever again?” 

“Nah,” Jack said. “Wear somethin’ green.” 

Feeling giddy, you eagerly nodded. “Consider it done Mr. Daniels.”