#and some people are gonna get hit in the crossfire and i don't want to cause that. even tho it. wouldnt really be me.

[wizardnuke]

loudly bitching about someone over the phone for 40 minutes straight at work while coworkers sideeye me. sorry. i have never shown this behavior before and itll be another two years before i do it again

[roxannarambles]

What if Kieran AND Juliana were in the vicinity of the tera blast by Terapagos so Nems tanked the hit instead of Koriadon/Miraidon? What's your thoughts (I'm an angsty feral beast and always wanted to imagine this happening cuz wynaut >:3)

I feel like Nemona would just. Die. That's a tera blast from Terapogos, I don't see any human livin' that 😂 That might just be me though, I always imagine pokemon moves are pretty lethal to humans

Anyway if it didn't vaporize Nemona and she could eventually recover after medical care, I still dunno if it adds anything compelling for Kieran's story/character; Kieran already hurt a lot of people through his actions, and I don't think he needs any extra guilt piled on top of it, as it seems redundant. Maybe it might be interesting for Mrs. Briar, because although she is eventually apologetic for sending the kids into danger, the whole thing felt a bit rushed to me. So the extra guilt for Mrs. Briar could show us some deeper facets of her character. (We really didn't get to explore her character much, after all)

As for Juliana, well the situation really wouldn't be Juliana's fault since Kieran and Briar were the ones acting so recklessly, Juliana would just be caught in the crossfire so to speak. But no doubt she'd still feel somewhat guilty and blame herself for not being more on her toes or whatnot. She'd be incredibly worried and stay by Nemona's side in the hospital until she got better . . . and then apologize to her but Nemona wouldn't let her blame herself. And Juliana might also try to tell her to not get herself hurt on her account but, that's not gonna fly either because Nemona would do it again in a heartbeat, and Juliana would for Nemona, too. So instead they decide to just do their best to be careful and support each other.

Sorry, I'm not very good at angst-- you're probably looking for something much angstier. Like Nemona falling into a coma for a semester or something before finally waking up? Or Kieran going off the deep end and going full-on villain? I tend to turn to fanfic to give me hope in the world and some respite from rough times, so I couldn't bring myself to inflict that degree of angst on these characters. Folks who do are totally valid, of course! It's just hardcore angst isn't my cup of tea.

[navree]

Oh, now that you mentioned Prince of Egypt, I just finished watching it and it was great. I don’t really watch Disney but this one was *chef’s kiss*. The Hunchback of Notre Dame is next and that’s only because I just listened to Hellfire and loved it.

I felt for all of them. I felt for Rameses when he was grieving, and he’s better than me (well, not really since he’s a slaver) because if my sister knew that a force was going to come down and kill all first borns and not warn me, we’re fighting. I get why he did what he did, but still, the babies :( Rameses was always holding his son :((

I also really liked how there’s no reconciliation (but they still call each other brother, oh no I think I’m actually gonna weep, I’m too sensitive for stories like these). I just finished rewatching HOTD so the show’s still on my mind and as someone who, like many others from what I’ve seen, didn’t really like Alicent’s and Rhaenyra’s reconciliation (or at least the execution. Vaemond was just executed hours before for voicing what Alicent has been fearing since Aegon was like 2 years old.), Rameses and Moses hits different. I’m sorry but if anyone, even a loved one, suggests to have my 10-year old, freshly maimed, just lost an eye, permanently disfigured and disabled son tortured we’re fighting. All day everyday any day, it’s on sight. (But I may wish to see you again after death. I’d feel too guilty to voice something like while alive but while dying, maybe not - this is my Catholicism speaking btw.)

Problem is I watched Prince of Egypt while I was drunk over the holidays and I was immediately bowled over by how sad I was, and also the death of the firstborns is just...it's so depressing it's such an incredibly depressing scene it haunts me everything about it is so haunting. Part of what makes that, and the story of the Exodus, such a wrenching narrative is that it falls into a category some of the sadder Biblical stories do, like the life of Job or the Agony in the Garden, which is God making people do things that they do not want to do. The movie's more explicit with that line in the plagues song with the bit where Moses says he wished God had tapped someone else for this, but even the actual Exodus story has it specifically stated that Pharaoh was ready to let the people go and God specifically hardened his heart so that he could continue on with all the plagues, in order to have this clearcut lesson of what happens if you follow any other god than, you know, God (and I think he does it again for the parting of the Red Sea? But it's been a while since I've studied Exodus). But yeah, I said this before but one of the things the movie got really right is that if you're trying to make it a proper narrative rather than a parable, then the emotional core is the intense family tragedy that's befalling our two mains as they get thrust into plans that are literally Biblical in scope.

(also i'd like to point out that, in the actual exodus story, moses is saved from the river by pharaoh's daughter, not pharaoh's wife, so the pharaoh of the exodus is meant to be moses's uncle and not brother and you can do a whole lot with the idea of rameses not being pharaoh but still on pharaoh's side but trying to be an intermediary between his blood family/his liege and the brother he loves and getting caught in the crossfire when it comes to the death of the firstborns without later dying in the red sea, i think it'd be neat)

Lack of reconciliation works for a Disney movie, it does need a clear cut villain and for however much you feel even for Rameses (the character) when you're older rewatching, Moses is the protagonist fighting to free slaves and Rameses is the antagonist keeping them enslaved, so having him soundly defeated even if that means we never get a moment of rapprochement works. But I actually don't necessarily mind the Rhaenicent scene in episode eight cuz, even beyond the fact that relationships aren't always linear and they ebb and flow and fluctuate and that makes sense to me, I don't necessarily view it as a reconciliation. It's barely even the building blocks of a reconciliation, it's Alicent and Rhaenyra both holding A Block and agreeing that maybe they might put them down to try and build something like reconciliation later on. It's the fact that they're tentatively open to the opportunity, that if Viserys hadn't died and Rhaenyra had come back and maybe continued trying to make amends, a reconciliation could have happened, but they never got the chance, and when they meet again too much will have happened for it to ever be possible. It makes sense that Alicent was willing, at least that evening, considering not just the longstanding affection she's had for Rhaenyra as a girlhood friend and first love, but also that Rhaenyra took the first step and not only openly honored what Alicent's done over the last nearly twenty years (the first time she's ever done so in the entire show), but also said "she has my apology", specifically telling Alicent she knows she has stuff to be sorry for and she is. That's what spurs on Alicent's softening stance for her that night, not just old feelings, and it's likely that a reconciliation likely would have had the complicating factor of Aemond's maiming and Viserys's treatment of him and his family in the aftermath and how Alicent might still want some recompense for that, because that's her son. They're definitely going to change the lines about Jaehaerys though in Alicent's death monologue to be about Rhaenyra instead, and it'll make me cry.

Also my fave Disney movie is The Lion King, which happens to not only be excellent but is one I've been watching with my father literally since infancy so it gets its win not just for being the best but also for being a bonding factor in my relationship with my dad.

[the-firebird69]

There are a few more things to note we have gotten letters from these idiots they're instructing us to back off and they shouldn't threats the us government is not responding right now and they're issuing alerts for their people not to respond. Windows stand we do understand they're part of this we also get that they are in the crossfire. Also heard enough out of them for several lifetimes. We do see in the near future they hit themselves with nuclear weapons that's what it looks like this is encouraging people and they are going to be out of control for the duration and the max plan to have them do that. We're also aware that these people are creating a problem for our son that's nonstop and it's idiocy but the psychology of their people. There's a few more things that we're gonna mention I'm there important.

- This thing with payment for Dave's work during the Revolutionary. USA very important even Brian said this stuff sticks to your ribs if you read in a certain way then our son is saying metro I understand it dave is a rebel who organized the rabble effectively and they kept them going and that's what they're saying what they say is he's doing the job we wanted if it's a little more god bless him so they say they pay a little more. That the concept is endearing and people are starting to understand these people have the **** side of it and they're fighting him damn and he can't stand it and who would so the cutting themselves loose and handed to the Empire all at the same time and some people get it most don't.

- There will be payments and they will start we believe with Social Security and they're going to issue stimulus payments there's a new round and that will come first and people will think nothing of it. It is not a lot of money but money is money but for us under to one shot deal but it kits off their program to find people based on what they buy. There's a lot of questions going around but They do see that it could happen as I see a lot of other events of the Revolutionary nperiod repeated recently. It's not only about money going to a son and going to the masses it is about them doing that to try and find us to kidnap us to run their awful plan and try and use extortion it is beginning up shortly it will be starting up momentarily we think with the first payment no it's been going on with Social Security but with the first payment it will start going into a higher gear we do have an idea of when that will be back in the day it would take two weeks to get a check after receiving the invoice or expense report and that's how it was in the content control army the Continental Army that's how it was.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Hera Zues I'm looking forward to it he's a real man he's going to do things that are manly.

[myristicisms]

“ Sure. Lucky me. ” He huffs back, because his freedom he'd fought so hard for and nearly died for was already at stake with the fact he took on little missions to begin with and now he has to justify his apprehension, lucky Zack indeed.

“ There's nothing else you could have meant by it, ” Not in his mind anyways, even still though it's something that hurts. “ The Mako isn't the issue Cloud, the fact that I'm strong isn't either, the issue is that I don't know if I'm going to end up like Genesis and I'd rather not get the stuff pumping through my body more than I need to; I didn't choose to be injected with whatever else they stuck in me back in Nibelheim and I don't like the person it made me turn into whenever I had to fight during our escape. Just because I can break shit and shatter skulls doesn't mean I like doing it and it definitely doesn't mean I'm fully in control when I get hit with a rush. It's a liability and I'm not okay with possibly hurting more people that don't deserve it. ”

A pause, “ I'm a Merc because I need to make some coin without questions being asked and because I like helping people, I'm not going out of my way to draw attention to myself and I'm definitely not blowing things up. Big difference. ”

Zack squeezes his eyes shut tight, a rumbling growl thrumming through his body in aggravation because he feels like he's not being listened to, like his feelings on the matter are unimportant nevermind the lingering hurt at being referred to as a weapon. “ Of course I want you to be happy but I can't prioritize your happiness over my safety. You can't expect me to feel comfortable- Safe even, with the idea that any moment I could get captured by ShinRa again, or how I might get an injury that kicks off the degradation that got Genesis and Angeal. I want a better world free of ShinRa, believe me, but I can only do so much and I don't feel comfortable being around people that still see me for what I was, not who I am. I said I'd happily take bullets for you again but that's assuming we're in a life or death situation again, not me chasing after you into the havoc of AVALANCHE's revenge and hoping I don't get caught in the crossfire. ”

He's never been more grateful that he could keep his eyes closed and force himself to not be seen, Zack can feel the risings of burning tears in his eyes, begging for a chance to drip down marred flesh and he's not sure if it's through frustration, helplessness, or genuine grief that threatens to show its hideous face but regardless, he's not happy or content in the slightest. “ If this makes you happy then I'm glad, but I won't get pulled into it. If this is what you think is gonna make you feel alive then fine, but I can't live like that anymore, it's not the life for me. ”

@strifesoldier || Cloud Strife says;;

" You shouldn't have seen that. "

The 'that' in question isn't even something he can fully wrap his mind around to begin with; Sure Zack knew Cloud and his group of friends were... Eccentric to a degree but there's a line where eccentricity ends and falters to deranged to some degree and that's what his confused brain managed to settle on. He knows he can't make choices for other people, if he could then half the hardships he'd endured in his life would have been nothing more than whispers to the wind known only by whoever the hell decided that perhaps those woes needed to be settled upon Zack. What he can do is try to fight the lingering disappointment that had settled upon his features. “ What? That you're part of AVALANCHE? ” He remarks almost sarcastically.

“ Y'know, the whole point of breaking from the lab was to escape ShinRa, ” He continues, and it's mortifying how he'd seemingly picked up Angeal's habit of lecturing many years past the man's death. “ Which also includes not joining an organization that can't seem to stay the hell out of ShinRa, even if it's for ‘ teaching them a lesson ' or whatever it is they do. ” Even worse a feeling is knowing that the bubbling ire he was feeling had nothing to do with Cloud being in AVALANCHE and everything to do with the ever present fear of their freedom being stripped away from them again, of Cloud being taken back by ShinRa and Hojo.

He'd willingly put his life on the line to prevent that happening once and as is, he'd do it again; Though that doesn't mean he'd be all too appreciative of that fact and that thought only bunches dark eyebrows together in further frustration. He's so selfish, naïve to a fault too and this damned hero complex really is gonna get Zack killed some day. ( Though is that really a bad thing? Yeah, I guess. ) The raven haired man recognizes the fact that Cloud doesn't need a hero, doesn't need Zack of all people to hound him for his choices.

“ Clearly it's none of my business though seeing as I'm not supposed to know anything. ” And that's what hurt the most in this little predicament; Secrets being kept, then again what reason would Cloud have to share that with Zack? As far as the blonde knew, Zack was just a mercenary nowadays but that's even more reason for him to be trustworthy outside of the obvious past the two shared and that's something he can't quite understand either. “ I'll leave you to your eco terrorism, not my problem and I won't make it my problem. ”

[hanazuma-inactive]

ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

_____

ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

[starlightxsvt]

Fated

Pairing: Seungcheol x female reader

Genre: mafia/gang au, exes to lovers, action, slight smut

Warnings: cursing, fighting and stuff

A/N: Happy Seungcheol Day everyone! This is for our birthday boy~ I tried to keep it short but it got outta hand so whoops, strap in for the ride. Also, I'll really appreciate it if you took a minute to let me know what you thought about this cuz this took me a looot of time to write and my eyes and hands hurt really bad. Anyway enjoy!

Never in a hundred years did you expect to meet Seungcheol in the club your cousin had invited you all to. She had just returned from abroad and her wedding was taking place the next week hence it was a long awaited get together. Of course she had arranged it in one of the finest clubs in the city, the one you always wanted to visit but your regular plain desk job couldn't really afford.

You first took notice of Seungcheol when you were on your way back from the restroom, him sitting in the back, more secluded area of the club with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes met yours and they went wide like saucers, a look of displease crossing his face, a rather exaggerated expression - you thought. Sure, you two were exes and went through a salty breakup but his expression was rude and brought back unwanted, sad memories. You contemplated on talking to him but he saved you from that. Standing up in a flash, he walked over to you and hissed, "What are you doing here?" His tone made your blood boil and your initial thoughts of being polite to him went down the drain, "Gee, Mr. Choi, I know I'm not someone your worthy but this is a public place and you don't own it!" You snapped at him. His eyes turned dark as he clenched his teeth and spoke, "For fucks sake, what the fuck are you doing here?" His eyes raked over your body covered in a snug deep wine colored dress.

"I'm here for shopping. Why the fuck would I be here Seungcheol?" You spat, clearly annoyed by his behaviour. Seungcheol let out a frustrated sigh, hands combing through his hair as he muttered curses under his breath.

"Listen, you shouldn't be here, Y/n", he spoke trying to calm down and held your arms. "Woah there, Choi, get your hands off me. Who are you to tell me where I should or should not be?"

Seungcheol looked like he could punch someone as he clenched his jaw tight and gave you a look that made your knees weak, "I'm not fucking around, Y/n, you should not be here."

"What the hell Seungcheol? What is your problem? I'm here to attend my cousin's party. And for the record, we're not together anymore so stop interfering in my life."

Seungcheol opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by one of the suited men behind him who murmured something in his ear that only seemed to infuriate him. He turned towards you, "You- fuck, you should not be here. A deal is gonna go down here."

It took you a couple seconds to put two and two together and a sudden wave of agitation passed through you. You whispered, "You're kidding, right?"

Seungcheol was no ordinary man. He was tenacious and confident- too confident for someone who regularly killed people and ran his underworld business. You figured it out during the time you two were together and you didn't try to dig further for your own good.

"You have no idea what-" Seungcheol was interrupted when one of your cousins appeared out of the blue, "Hey Y/n! Where have you-" her voice trailed off when she saw you with Seungcheol and a smirk appeared on her face, "Oops, sorry, I'll leave you two to it." And as quickly as her came, she left, leaving a panicked you and an outraged Seungcheol. "Can you please explain what's going on?" You whispered to Seungcheol in hope of some enlightenment.

"They got Chan, okay? These mother fucking group of traffickers got Chan and asked for a ransom. They're now here for the money."

Oh no. Your heart sank at the mention of Chan's kidnapping, Seungcheol's younger brother. He was always a pleasure to spend time with when Seungcheol left for business for a long time. "That's bad," is all you could mumble as your mushed brain tried to decipher the situation. "Are you gonna give them the money?" Seungcheol scoffed, "Of course not. Those fuckers are long due for jail. Once I get Chan we're gonna blow out their brains."

You gulped. " It's too late to leave for us right?"

"Yes," Seungcheol replied, his lips forming a thin line. He looked past you, probably towards the entry of the bar and quickly shoved you away, "Go to your friends and stay put. When the firing starts hide behind the counter. Only try leave if there's no firing. Otherwise stay put, you hear me?" You nodded your head robotically, mind racing a mile a minute as you walked back to your cousins, trying to appear calm. Every nerve on your body was alert and goosebumps rose on your skin as you watched a man in a flashy white suit walk up to Seungcheol and his guards, followed by a disheveled looking Chan. You felt bad for him, seeing his normally lit face etched with exhaustion. You ignored the comments your cousins made about you and Seungcheol, waiting for things to start. You carefully looked over to the entrance of the bar and sure enough two tall men stood over there. You really had no way out.

And as expected, all of a sudden, loud gunfires echoed through the room followed by people screaming as you and your cousins quickly took shelter behind the bar counter.

"Oh my god what the fuck is happening?"

"Y/n what the hell is your ex doing?"

"You never told us he's a gangster or shit."

You ignored your cousins rather untimely interrogations thinking of a way out. The bar was a mess, broken glass pieces everywhere, the people who came to enjoy all crouched down covering their heads. You heard continuous gunfires, people groaning and bodies slumping on the floor which only made your cousins voice their panic more.

"Shit we're gonna die."

"My wedding is next week, fuck."

Your eyes peered over to the entrance which was now not occupied by any threating looking men as they were busy fighting. You all could've gotten out if it weren't for the continuous firings.

You and your cousins held your breath for a few moments until a particularly loud firing was heard followed by the sound of breaking glass. You spied from behind the counter to see Seungcheol dropping down on the floor with a groan and Chan's scream of his brother's name.

Shit. Seungcheol was shot.

Chan seemed furious, no more exhaustion on his face as he lunged for the man in the flashy white suit and hitting him square in the jaw.

"Guys, now's the chance, get out of here. Go, go."

"What the fuck Y/n? Don't tell me you're gonna stay here."

"We're not leaving you to die in the middle of a crossfire."

"No, guys, I'll be fine. Seungcheol's shot."

"What? I thought you guys weren't a thing anymore-"

"Please, get your asses outta here if you don't wanna die."

Despite their will you pushed your cousins towards the exit with a promise of calling them as soon as you could, while they called you names to point out your less than smart decision and of course your never leaving feelings for Seungcheol. As soon as they were out the door, you rushed over to Seungcheol who sat against the wall, jaw clenched as he held onto his shoulder.

"Y/n what the fuck? Get out of here- why the fuck- ugh, dammit."

"You're shot Seungcheol, maybe stop talking" You applied pressure to his bloody shoulder while Chan who sat atop of the man in the flashy white suit and twisted both his hands back and gave you an incredulous look, "Y/n? Wha- uhm, I thought- you two broke up...?"

"Uh...it's a.... coincidence, I guess. I think we need to get your brother to a doctor, you know" You murmured.

"Yea right," Chan agreed and handed his hostage over to Seungcheol's guard not before punching him in the lower stomach. "I'd kill you but that'd be a mercy. You deserve to suffer, you son of a bitch."

He helped Seungcheol to stand up with you as you both gently took him out of the club and into his limousine, all the while Seungcheol saying that he was alright.

The car ride to his place was quick but silent, except Chan who sat beside the driver once spoke to let you know that it was good to see you. Seungcheol rested his head on your shoulder as he let out uneven breathes and you applied pressure to his wound.

"I guess you... really... can't escape...fate, huh?" He whispered and you frowned at him. "What do you mean?" You asked him but he only replied with a chuckle, his body getting heavier against yours. Your heart ached for the man. You were never over him, you knew that deep down. Hell, your cat even knew that.

Seeing Seungcheol's large mansion again brought back sad memories but you couldn't really focus on them. His servants rushed Seungcheol into the small infirmary of the house where a doctor was waiting.

You stayed outside, anxiously tapping your foot against the marbled floor while quickly typing a message to your cousin letting her know you were okay before putting your phone on mute.

The family doctor appeared with good news, saying his wound wasn't that bad and only a few stitches had it covered. While Seungcheol was transferred to his bedroom, Chan called you to the large dining hall to offer you a glass of water.

"Are you gonna stay the night? Should I set up a room for you?"

"Uh, um, no maybe I'll stay by Seungcheol's side," you replied, avoiding eye contact.

"Sure," was all he said as a smirk took over his lips. We're you really that obvious?

It was past 12 when you decided to peek into Seungcheol's room, after you stole a pair of night suit from his closet which was uncomfortably large for you. You sat by his bed, taking in the way he looked while sleeping. His injured shoulder was casted in a sling and his hand rested over his naked chest. Small scratches were painted over his chiseled face and you lightly stroked them. You relished the bittersweet memories you had with him in this room, from all the romantic nights to the fights. Before you knew, you were asleep.

You woke up to Seungcheol's hand softly stroking your cheek. Your eyes met his and warmth spread on your cheeks. You looked at the clock. It was almost four.

"How do you feel?" You croaked, sitting up from the stool by his bed.

"I'm good." Seungcheol was a strong man. You knew his body had gone through a lot and judging by how he looked, you took his word for it.

"You stayed," he whispered. His face was illuminated by the moonlight coming from the open balcony doors, the face of an angel. You only nodded, transfixed by his beauty, hoping he couldn't see your embarrassed face. "What did you mean by that? The thing you said in the car," you spoke and Seungcheol carefully sat up. He sighed and leaned against the headboard before meeting your eyes. He looked...pained. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I never broke up with you because you weren't enough. You were more than anything I ever wanted. I broke up with you because...I was...scared." He swallowed. "Things were not really going according to my plan back then and...this mother fucking gang was threating to harm you. I... couldn't let that happen, Y/n, so...I broke up with you."

You stare at him, incredulous. "You...you have some serious issues, Choi Seungcheol." You whispered. Seungcheol chuckled softly, " You- you mean the world to me. I was so scared something would happen to you if you stayed with me. I know I made an awful decision and I said awful things to you-"

"No shit, Seungcheol, your words weren't exactly the most helpful for my already insecure self." You spat.

"I know, and I'm so, so sorry." He sighed, his head dropping down, "What happened yesterday only proved that I really can't escape fate."

"So you are saying we are fated to be together?"

"Aren't we? I mean, look at us."

You laughed softly before saying, "I'm still mad at you, you know." Seungcheol smiled at you as he took your hand and planted a soft kiss, "You can take out all your anger on me if that means you're gonna give me another chance."

"I'll...have to think about it," was your reply even though you knew your answer. "That's great. That's more than I deserve." Seungcheol mumbled. "Can I hold you?" He softly asked. You scooted closer to him, careful to avoid his injured shoulder as he passed his other hand around your waist. His faces inches away from you, he spoke, "You are the most beautiful thing that happened to me, Y/n and I'm sorry I let you down like that. I promise you, if you give me another chance I'll make it all up to you. I'll make you the happiest woman alive. Come back to me, baby."

You gulped feeling emotional as you replied, "Okay but you need to get well first you know." Seungcheol's eyes bored into yours, his chocolate orbs getting more intense by the seconds before he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and short before he pulled back to assess your reaction. When you didn't resist, he pulled you in for a messy, hot kiss that left tingles all over your body. Before you knew it, you were in his lap, tugging at his hair as he nipped across your neck and shoulders. There was no way this wasn't gonna end up with you underneath him if you didn't stop him. "Seungcheol...stop it. You're hurt."

"I could have half of my body ripped open and still not resist you baby, you are divine."

"Uhm, that's concerning but okay. Why don't we get some sleep now?" You pulled back from him and a pout took over his face.

"You are seriously not thinking about having sex right now, are you?"

"Why not? It has been so long and I miss you."

"I get it horny boy but no. How about we cuddle now and when you are fully healed you can keep me in your bed all day."

A devilish smirk took over his face that made you squirm, "Is that a promise sweetheart?"

You nodded shyly before gently lying on his uninjured arm and wrapping a hand around his torso. Damn, it felt good.

Seungcheol kissed the top of your head as you snuggled closer. He whispered, "Promise me you'll stay."

"I will," you smiled.

"Unless my cousins find my location and drag me out of here tomorrow."

[ablackfangirlwrites]

72 hours

When you find out you only have 72 hours left to live and you only want to spend it with one person

Keigo | Hawks

"Hey, Kid."

Keigo said walking into your hospital room.

"....hi..."

Keigo tilted his head sympathetically usually when he called you kid you'd pout and argue that he wasnt that much older then you

But instead you gave him a weak smile

"Aw, whatever it was it couldn't have been that bad." He teased you.

The two of you had been friends for years

Keigo wanted to see you give him a real smile

When he first started being a hero thats when the two of you met

It actually was an accident

He was chasing a villain through a crowd and the villain decided to use you as a distraction by throwing you in the street

And he saved you

Once the fiasco was over you had found him and thanked him for saving you

And from then on the two of you hit it off

But only as friends

You knew he was a busy hero he didnt have time for a girlfriend besides the two of you were only friends

Plus there were so many girls that wanted him too

So what could you offer? It was easier to just stay his friend

And he had the same thought pattern more or less

Just stay your friend that way he could be close to you

Better he stay your friend then potentially mess up something by being in a relationship with you and you guys have a bad break up

"I'm gonna die Keigo..."

You told keigo trying to keep your from crying

But it wasnt working your were in tears

"What?" Keigo frowned walking further to your bedside

Eailer that day you happened to be close to a villain attack and ended up getting hit by their quirk in the crossfire

Whiched landed you in the hospital

And from what the doctors and police had told you apparently the villain that they were chasing was very dangerous and had a life shortening quirk

"They said I have 72 hours to live..."you sobbed

When you told keigo that he already figured out what had happened to you

And for the first time in his life he felt truly devastated

You were the first friend he had since he left from all his training from the commission

You were the first person he was ever in love with

And you were gonna die

"I dont wanna die keigo." He could hear the fear in your voice

"You're not gonna die Y/n," he tried to consoled you "I will figure this out, I wont let you die."

He was about to get up and leave but you quickly grabbed his hand

"Please don't leave me."

You weren't close to your family and Keigo was the only person you had left

"Y/n...I cant sit here and watch you die...I have to figure something out."

"The doctors already said there was no cure....the police said the same thing everyone that villain hit died three days later and I know you know that."

He did know it

The villain that hit you was on everyone's radar and he had killed a lot of people

And now all he could do was be angry that he wasnt the one who caught him

Cause if he was you wouldn't be in this situation

He knew there were so many attempts to stop the casualties from dying but none had worked

The two of you sat in silence for a while neither of you knowing what to do or say

Finally keigo spoke up, "What do you wanna do?"

Trying to suppress a cry, you'd whispered, "everything."

Up until now your life hadn't been that eventful

Yes you went out with friend and had good times but there was still so much you didnt do

Hawks sighed, "fine then we'll do everything."

"Hawks that impossible I dont-"

"We will do everything we can for the next 72 hours." He cut you off

"What?"

"We're going to do everything. Everything and more whatever you wanted to do in your life we'll do for the next three days." He told you.

You protested but keigo wasnt having it

He got and started to pull you up with him

"I wont let you go dying sad and alone in bed. We're going to take these next three days and live."

The two of you would do just that too

He'd take you everywhere he could too you'd see all the big sight of your city you lived in but never had the time to go see

He take you to eat all the food you ever wanted to try

Everything that you wanted he provided

And you enjoyed it as much as you could on the first day

By the second day you were so tired from all the excitement you wanted to stay home but Hawks insisted that you didnt

Things were bittersweet but the two of you were making the most of it

On the second days evening you were at a bar and you got into talk about all the other things in life you really wanted

"I wanted to get married you know Keigo..."

He would just listen to you

"I wanted to get married and live in a little apartment with my husband and just kiss him when he left for work and be so happy when I saw him come back. We'd be so in love... I wanted to have children too...I mean at least one" you were smiling as tears started to fall you wanted that life with him but you knew it was unlikely and now you knew it would never happen

"But I wont get any of that cause some stupid villain..."

"Then marry me?" Keigo said

You laughed but keigo grabbed your hand

"Marry me f/n? In the morning let's do it."

"Keigo-"

"I can't give you any children, but shit-" keigo had been feeling so many emotions with all this going on but he kept up a smile for you

"I hate that it took this all to happen. But I do love you F/n...more than a friend, and i would be so happy if you married me tomorrow."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"You're serious?"

He just nodded

Not knowing where to even start you cried boy happy and sad tears telling him "Yes!"

"Keigo I've loved you for so long!"

And for the first time the two of you shared a kiss

First thing the next morning the two of you went to the court house to make it official

The two of you were so in a rush you didnt even get real rings instead the two of you bought ring pops

Hawks got you a cherry flavor one

And you got him watermelon

The marriage was simple and quick

The two of you didnt want to waste any time together

Cause these were your last 24

You did a few couple things but more than anything you just wanted to spend the rest of the time you had with him

Hawks got the two of you a honeymoon suite

Where the two of you laid in bed talking

Imagining what your lives would have been like together

Things eventually got started to get a bit hot and heavy but you'd stop him

Looking away from his gaze while he was over you

"Keigo...I've never....you know.."

He'd frown, "You never what? Ohhhh." He then exclaimed once he realized what you meant

"Really?...wait so you were gonna die without-"

Feeling embarrassed you tried to to hid your face, "I know just never talked to anyone really and you were the only one I wanted for so long....and I didnt want to tell you...I didnt know how you'd react I'm sorry dont-"

"Babe, clam down."

He rested his head against yours

"We dont have too."

"But I want too." You'd tell him

And so Keigo would make love with you for the first time

After the two of you would lay there together

Smiling, "we should have done that a long time ago."

Keigo laughed, "I know right"

Laying on his chest, "We're idiots."

"I love you f/n..."

"I'm glad to be spending my last few hours with you."

You smiled and held on to him tighter

"You're the best husband I could have asked for."

"You're the best wife."

"Do you think you'll get married again.."

Keigo didnt answer you

"I want you too."

"Y/n...."

You sat up, "This is my final will...and testimony...I want you to find someone else...dont live alone and sad. our friendship is beautiful and I love you..so when I'm gone I still want you to live...live for both of us...okay?"

Keigo wanted to stop you from talking but he knew this was important for you even if he didnt want to hear it

"....okay."

"You promise?"

Keigo didn't look at you, "...promise."

You knew this was going to be hard for him it was already so hard for you

"I'm going to leave now."

"What?" Keigo sat up alarmed "where are you going?"

"I dont want you to see me dead. The last memory I want you to have of me is a happy one."

As you said that you started to get dressed

"Can I talk you out of this? Stay with me?" He wasnt ready to say goodbye

But you said no

By now you only had about two hours left and your mind was made up

"Take this." He got up and gave you one of his feathers "so I'm with you."

"God, that's cheesey." You tried to laugh

But he didnt show any emotions he just wanted to be with you anyway he could "Please."

You nodded taking his feather and the of you shared your last kiss

Then you left

Keigo didnt sleep that night he only wondered what you were doing

After that night Keigo never saw you again

He didn know where you went he only knew you were gone

Keigo wasnt really the same after you were gone he did everything the same

But something was always missing

His best friend

But for your sake he did what you asked he lived

[josiebelladonna]

you know, the more i think about it, the more this shit makes me mad. worse, i can't hardly talk to anyone about it, because i'm always met with condescending horse shit like "suck it up" and "you should do it for yourself" (listen, if i was doing this bullshit for myself, i wouldn't be public with it), or i'm met with less-than-helpful comments like "but your art is awesome!"

not gonna lie, i actually cringe when i see the word "awesome" thrown my way because i saw that SO MUCH in 2015/2016 when i was starting to lose it with all of them (not to sound grandiose or anything, but i relate to jimi hendrix on that level: he was the same way, he didn't want to be called "awesome" or "talented" because he knew it wouldn't help him).

on a side-note: no, i don't think this is what led me to give that former friend "tough love" earlier this year, because i promise what i said to them was not tough love. i was genuinely concerned for them and completely baffled as to why they weren't doing anything but complaining about every little thing, and even more baffled when they turned it into a gender thing. to exert tough love is to tell someone straight-up to take responsibility, i may have insinuated it by saying i don't know why you're not doing anything (besides, that fucking idiot wouldn't know it if it fell out of the sky and hit them in the head; I know tough love, they don't. kira is a ticking time-bomb, mollycoddled out the nose while engaging in risky, often gross behavior: it's only a matter of time before they get pregnant, contract an std or some kind of disease, or get in trouble with the wrong people all because they're surrounded by ass-kissers and enablers).

and my family really are out of their fucking minds, too: i remember the drama that ensued after i met chris. it was a huge deal for me, meeting him in september 2015 (8 years already, my god), and it was in no one's place to corner me and demand what comes after that, which is exactly what my dad did. i finally came out and said - i remember saying this, too, word for word - "don't message me unless it's important because i want to be alone for a while." simple, right? i'm taking a break because i want to figure things out.

seems simple enough... right?

cue everyone bombarding me with messages. cue the weird texts and phone calls every single day from my dad and my brother demanding if i'm okay at all (and cue the slight ptsd i get whenever my mom gets a text). cue every single one of them talking about me behind my back and concluding that i have severe depression and i'm completely mental (when ironically, i was actually doing a lot better at that point, like meeting chris gave me a great deal of clarity). cue my mom getting caught up in the crossfire all because i turned my phone off, i.e., set a boundary. cue my brother pitching a fit and calling me names and being the biggest asshole since my worst bully. cue getting either screamed at or patronized and painted the bad guy whenever i tried to give an explanation (that alone is enough to trigger a depression or bout or anxiety, like my family really does hate me, don't they). cue their health issues the last several years even though i'm the healthiest i've ever been as i write this (gee, i wonder why?) cue my sis-in-law showing me dirty looks at my grandma's funeral the following june really for no reason - and that's my one regret with her, too, like she died a month later whilst barring a grudge against me. cue all of them treating me like a delicate flower - even though i'm literally thinking about things like running marathons and triathlons once i get fit enough - and asking me if i'm okay at all with every phone call and every gathering and really, to the point that i really just don't want to be around them anymore if this is how it's going to be. cue all of this... really, just because i wanted some space and time to myself. it was the whole "i've been chill this whole time, you're the one freaking out" taken to its absolute worst conclusion.

and i'm wanting space again. except i learned my lesson this time. i quietly logged off last night because... i don't deserve that. chris was a big deal to me, he was my friend - and to make matters even worse, my dad rides on my coattails about it.

but you know, now that i write this, i'm kind of glad that they all overlooked that testament drawing (nor is anyone under the impression that the painting of chris and mike mccready i made for mike inspired that rock opera about chris that's in the works; in fact, i don't think any of them even know about that painting, i don't remember sharing it on facebook). more of them for me~ it's rosh hashanah, and there are apples and a chocolate babka in the kitchen, so i say "let them eat cake."

wow, i shared that drawing on facebook, and NOBODY MOVED (meanwhile it’s up to 1200 likes on ig). and in fact, i was given the whole “that’s nice” treatment by virtually everyone, except it was completely unspoken.

it’s exactly like the time soundgarden shared that one drawing all over again. it’s summer 2016 all over again, except this is actually worse: soundgarden, i kind of saw it coming (i also wound up disliking that drawing, too, because i made it during a very grim time of my life). i had no clue testament’s social media person would dead-ass message me about my drawings of them: i’m also really proud of that drawing.

i could get a book deal for a coffee table book, and i could make a comic for the whole bay area strikes back thing, and i would still get outshined by someone and my family would still be ungrateful.

[arduadastra]

The Pedro Boys soundtrack project

✨PART ONE OF MY FOLLOWER MILESTONE CELEBRATION ✨

Hello to all you wonderful people!

I hit a follower milestone and honestly, I cannot believe how many of you are out there and reblogging and liking my mix of mental despair and thirsty thots so I want to give back to you guys (because you're amazing) whilst also being creative in a new way!

I'm listening to a lot of music at the moment and thought 'I wonder if I can link any of these songs to the Pedro Boys I write for' and weirdly - I can??

I would LOVE it if you guys have a go at sending me one or more of the boys to my ask box with a situation or a mood and I'll find a song I think would fit.

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

JAVIER PENA

Song: All these things that I've done - The Killers

Lyric/s: "You know you gotta help me out. Don't you put me on the back burner" "I got soul but I'm not a soldier."

Reason: Javi wants to be in the middle of everything, and this song works particularly well end of season 2/the beginning of season 3 when he is quite literally put out of the action and he hates it. The second lyric speaks to who I see Javi is, tough guy on the outside but inside he's an emotional guy, he just got good at hiding it.

EZRA

Song: Work Song - Hozier

Lyric/s: "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." "My baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done."

Reason: This song is very connected with Ezra's inner thoughts. He's determined as a person, had to be to survive on the green that long but that also means he has a twisted moral compass. He's done shit, said it himself, "You're a killer. I am." yet when he finds someone, they won't care for his past. Only who he is now and the majority of this song is praise for the singer's partner and the metaphors used are VERY Ezra.

DIN DJARIN

Song: Peace - Taylor Swift

Lyric/s: "But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me." "Your integrity makes me seem small."

Reason: NOW HEAR ME OUT. This song, while I know some people will hate on it being Taylor, is genuinely brilliant. It's very Din, very "I'm a bad person who's done terrible things and I don't understand love conventionally but I will die for you in a heartbeat. I can only give you me and I hope that's enough." AND WHAT IS MORE DJARIN THAN THAT OK !!!

OBERYN MARTELL

Song: Sunflower (Remix) - Post Malone

Lyric/s: "You'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya." "Pero se me olvida cuando te veo desnudándote."

Reason: OK this was the trickiest, Oberyn has such independent energy no song can capture him but this particular version of sunflower is pretty damn close. If he had a second paramour, they would 1000% be called sunflower and the whole song is a clash between lust, sex and love and not fully realising that last one until the end. Oberyn is a very intimate and passionate person but does he fall in love easily? Absolutely not.

FRANKIE MORALES

Song: If I go, I'm going - Gregory Alan Isakov.

Lyric/s: "This house, she's holding secrets." "And I will go if you ask me to. I will stay if you dare." "The photographs, know I'm a liar. They just laugh as I burn her down."

Reason: The entire song. The house is a huge metaphor for the mental state of the person singing, and how they feel in their own body. Comparing memories to a house burning, leaving easily but then daring someone to love them. It's a gorgeous song and I see Frankie in it wholly with his struggles with what he was and who he is now - if you haven't heard it please listen to it ASAP.

MAX PHILLIPS

Song: Use Somebody - Kings of Leon

Lyric/s: "I've been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see." "Countless lovers under cover of the street. "You know that I could use somebody."

Reason: The entire song is very Max in the film, one man above all else not caring who gets caught in the crossfire. I think if Max had actual character development though, he would be a very lonely person and he would realise he needs someone there with him, would need that anchor to reality. ((I have many thoughts on Max P))

WHISKEY

Song: Save a horse, ride a cowboy - Big & Rich

Lyric/s: "I make a lot of noise because the girls are so pretty." "But her evaluation, of my cowboy reputation, had me begging for salvation."

Reason: First lyric, pretty self-explanatory for what Jack puts out into the world. His bravado, cocky smiles and ladies man persona is what he wants you to think he is, but that second lyric (weirdly sentimental for this song) hints at Jack's past, and hopeful future - that domesticity and willingness to settle down for the right woman but still be the same ol' Jack.

[selene-tempest]

Our Brains.

Brains is fun to hug, he really is. It makes me laugh every single time you do it. It's like he just never expects spontaneous affection from anyone.

He was in for a rude awakening with me. I hug everyone and everything for absolutely no reason what so ever. OK, maybe I do have reasons sometimes, like if they look particularly cute or they are having a bad day, but there's just something about Brains that makes me want to squish the every loving crap out of him.

I remember the first time I met everyone. I first saw Gordon, even if it was upside down. He was there with this big grin on his face and I said to myself "He's gonna be trouble." but the good kind, you know? He might have been an absolute nightmare as a rescuer but later that night he keep my attention as I went through the second scariest moment when I faced the needle of doom.

And then up lumbered Virgil, giving me this smile that said "Hi, don't worry, I'm here, you can trust me." and gods did I trust him. I'd trust him with anything, my keys, my car, my tools, my bank account, anything, just not to get me out of that tree. A witch has to have some self preservation you know. Virgil gives the best hugs, I know everyone says that but it's true, he's got these strong arms that feel like a bubble around you and you know nothing will touch you in them. He glared at the doctor waving the syringe around and warned him not to hurt me, then buried my head in his chest until it was all over. Honestly I don't remember much of it. I might have lost some air supply smothered against those pectorals of his, but what a way to go, eh?

But much as I liked them, they weren't who I truly needed that night. No, I wanted that silver tongued god I'd been talking to in outer space and no one else would do. Its pretty obvious that the first time I met John was life changing.

Then Scott ambled up, flashed me those dimples in a grin that clearly said "I got this shit" and I wasn't sure if my dignity would ever be intact again with him around. He's got that vibe, that vibe that says he'll get you home safe but you'd probably shit your pants at how fast he does it. High octane is our Scott.

Then Alan, oh that baby, I just wanted to wrap him up in a blanket, snuggle him to death and feed him cupcakes.

But Brains, I had literally no idea what to make of him. He was friendly in an over enthusiastic, babbling at me in Sciencees until my head spun kind of way. But so sweet with it.

Brains has this moment about him, when he's not sure of himself. It's not that he doubts his brain power, not at all, but it's like he doubts himself. He reminds me so much of John in that way.

I walked in to find him sat on the couch, looking confused, squinting at his readouts and his face was just a picture of misery. I know nothing about anything of value, but I know when a hug is needed.

I scared the crap out of him. I didn't think, I just leant over the couch, wrapped my arms around him and gave him a squishy witchy hug (patent pending).

He jumped like he'd been shot and went bright red, getting all flustered and stammery. Then he backed off and ran out of the room like his butt was on fire.

I was so worried that I'd offended him or upset him in some way. So I tracked down the love of my life. It went like this:

"John, I broke your scientist, sorry about that."

"You did what?" Confusion, thy name is John Tracy.

"I broke him."

"And how, pray tell, did you manage that?"

"I hugged him."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh! What do I do? How do I fix him? Is this permanent? He ran away so fast I think I saw smoke."

"That's just Brains." That was the wisdom he gave me.

"I'm gonna need more than that, babe."

And that's when I heard the story.

Brains was orphaned at the age of eleven when a hurricane struck his family home. He had no family that could be traced and after floating in the system for a year his incredible brain power made him known to a Cambridge professor who adopted him.

But although he had a relatively happy childhood after that, where his need to acquire knowledge and to indulge in experimentation and inventing was indulged, he lacked the familiaral affection he'd gotten from his parents. His adoptive father cared for him, but more like a teacher would a favourite student than a father.

He'd met Jeff while he was studying, on the fast track to greatness but his abilities were far outstripping the offers he was getting due to his age. To put it simply, no one dared take a chance on a youngster like him. No one but Jeff.

John told me that Brains had gotten better with them all, he now understood their teasing and no longer took it personally, although he still over analysed or took it literally from time to time.

Brains hardly ever reaches out for affection, he's too analytical for that. He only ever does when he's so excited he forgets to think.

John got in the crossfire of that once and froze, two semi-antisocial hermits who didn't know what had just happened. But it was Brains, someone he was comfortable with, so John had just gone with it, patted him on the shoulder and let him know that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

And now I'm here, poor Brains. He doesn't know what's hit him. He gets hugged when he least expects it all the time. I call it emersion therapy, the boys call it the Selene effect.

He's gotten used to it. He's gotten used to me. He no longer runs. He doesn't stammer. He doesn't panic. He stiffens, then relaxes and occasionally, very rarely, as beautiful as the sun coming up after a long, dark winters night, he'll hug me back.

I love those moments, those times when he's so excited that he'll grab you and hug you without thinking. That's the real Brains, that's the sweetheart that I adore.

That's the one that everyone should know about. The one that makes bad jokes and shouts out his little random ideas without any context, the one that asked me to make a scarf for MAX because his circuitry was feeling delicate that week.

That's our Brains.

That's the one I wish more people saw.

For @drileyf, thanks for the picture submissions.

[kanemayfield]

Chivalry... A Rest In Peace Tutorial

It may not be dead... but it definitely could use some therapy and a green juice.

This was the BX around 2010 at 1am when i was staying by my cousins house and chasing a rap career.

I can't even re-tell this story in full, but I shall enumerate the 5 lessons of the day, and give my final thought like Jerry Springer. 

1. If you are buying sammiches... at 1am... in the south bronx... let's not act like you are innocent. 

Bitch ain't nothing out this time of the night except the devil, people who met him, and busy bodies who too dumb to know better.

*yes... i know I'm out here... i met him... I'm Swayze

You're wearing a long tee shirt and knee-high boots... you're already out of line. You look like a fashionable ghost..

Unless you selling that rhubarb.

In which case your pimp or lady pimp.. or whoever answers the email on your OnlyFans page should have handled this sammich run. Doordash niggas look like berserker vikings for a reason.. they deal with creatures of the night. Like Spawn.. or Michael Jackson.

2. If a gentleman of leisure walks into a sammich shop saying 

"Ayooo.. I just robbed me a nigga, turn dem cammas off so I can use deez creddy cars to buy shit"

AND is DEAD serious...

Making the lead poisoning at a young age face

You know the look... its a look of  

“I don't know math / how to spell / say words good, so instead I'd rather get kicked out of class... so im gonna flip this desk over and call the teacher a white bitch”

Yeah... that face.

Fuck yeah you should leave him alone if you cant scrap. PERIOD. Nothing about this mans life seems like it has prepared him for complex decision making or whatever goes through the mind of people who don't beat you up.

He just pointed a gun at the cashier of a sandwich shop he is NOT robbing as a way to accentuate his seriousness in using these cards to "spend gud money up in this mohfukka" and gesturing to all the stuff he wants to buy...

so he took a break to get your number...

its a compliment...

Be complimented and give him a fake number

Also this ain't tag team.. I don't know you OR him. Sun got on black air force 1's and NBA jeans and you shot him down like this is 2pm in Tribeca and none of that other shit is happening.

Some of you only moved here post-gentrification. So let me help you. That particular pant and shoe combo is ONLY for people that demonstrate a proficiency sending you to the hospital. They are scary to the people you are already scared of. Remember the guy who mugged you? This is the guy who breaks in your muggers house and ties him up. The people who rob you have nightmares about people who wear this kind of shit.

So yeah... if he backs that thing out and I get hit in the crossfire and you DONT... my dying breath will be used to call you all types of bitches and dog headed bitches and stank hoes. I’m not an avenger. I'm high. I ain't sign up for the Kumite. Fuck you think this is. You selling that rhubarb or what?

 3. You start wilding on that crazy dude like chivalry ain't dead and my mother knows who you are. Not only did you tell him he cant get ur number, but you did it like an offended drag queen with WILD observational insults and fashion critiques. Then u went hands on like a beat cop out of patience and started shoving a man with a GUN... fuck yeah I will let you get Worldstar’d.  I will watch said crazy nigga sweep your leg like Karate kid and I will go have a Pepsi. In fact, I will tell you to shut up all the screaming as I order extra fixings on my delicious sammich from Aki while chastising him for being distracted and say tandem Muslim prayer for you... high five'ing sun as I leave the scene of your accosting.

How do I sleep?

Like a fucking newborn.  

4. Putting your hands in the face of a crazy nigga when you're clearly not interested in telling me how handsome I am does not provide much in the way of motivation, to go all Batman Begins on anybody

The last thing ANYONE wants to hear after taking a few lead poisoning strenth haymakers is

"aaww.. Naah, I'm into girls... but thank you sooooo much... muah 💋"

So fuck that... you should have winked at me when you walked in here. I’m not a mind reader. 

5. Turning to me and Aki and saying

"yall just gonna let him put his hands on me?"

Yes.. yes I am.... technically YOU started it. I may say "is that lady bothering you sir".

I know... we as a people (but really men) should be responsible for each other and protect our queens from the systemic oppression that has befallen their kingdom of the re-emanipationings and its a vicious SYNDROME that will be galvination'd as we all gain footing on the mountain top of Dr King and the such and such and so forth...

All that leather brimless hats shit goes right the fuck out the window in the Bronx at 2am when you was technically trying your luck, like your life had a Contra cheat code on it.

"Oh.. yall some whole bitches... bitch ass men... ain't even help a WOMAN... how yall let him do me like this... im a WOMAAAANs"

Yeah... that don't make me feel bad sun

It makes me want to pull out my phone and see if I can find a RZA instrumental that has the BPM’s of your ass whipping. Need a good backdrop for the Kung Fu noises and sonic rings I plan on adding in post edit.

This could have been avoided, but you wanted to make a stand... and you DID technically

Now we all know who's not allowed to ask for your phone number... mid robbery.... at 4am.... in a sammich shop... in the south bronx.

You are a wild cowboy... he was really being sweet... asking if you wanted anything and all that. His beef was with the dude who ain't wanna turn off the cameras for his theftwich (and probably Newport 100's) so he could use credit cards he just stole.

There is a wallet deprived man blocks from here suffering from blunt force trauma that would have warned you that time is the only thing standing between this gentleman and ramen noodles with cut up beef jerky in it.

Think of the thought process behind a person like that... and he has a gun

and you want to call him all types of pussy ass niggas and fuckboy faggots and mush him in his subway series hat.

You are a crazy sob. You mushed a robber...mid robbery... or theftwich with extra hots....yeah.. not my problem. 

MORAL TO THE STORY: If you are a woman... or a beautiful womanly man or whatever... and you are a "hands in the face" type, you might want to know how to fight. Personally, I am not a beater of wimmins, but nor am I a street vigilante. My heroics are on a case by case basis.

You slapped my girl cousin... which one?

Some of em might have had it coming. We are a mouthy tribe.

I don't go running off all willy nilly into trouble because a woman yells help... that's how Rosewood started. 

Minding your business is a delicate process, like heart surgery, or pickpocketing. For moms and grandmoms I fight eternally, for sisters and close girl cousins.. until I get tired, but anything below that pay grade, you might want to call the cops, your man, your dad, the feller you are currently dutty whinin', a nosy neighbour, a less jaded person than me, or keep your opinions to yourself in a sandwich shop in the Bronx at 4:30am, cause I ain't helping you.

Unless (as we have covered) my mom knows you, or I think you will let me ladle that fondue as a parting gift. 

Love, 

Emmett ... who ain't in it

See if Aki got a cold compress for that eye.

[godslittlesister]

"I'm tired of defensiveness and weird mixed signals. You know, I have Faith for that."

No one seems to rile Buffy up quite like Faith. And Spike. That's because they interact with her in the same way.

Riley: I've never seen anyone get under your skin like this before.

Buffy: Why do I keep letting him in?

Faith: All men are beasts, Buffy.

Spike: She needs a little monster in her man.

Faith knows Buffy must also feel aroused from fighting and tries to get her to admit it.

Just like with Spike.

Faith: Isn't it funny how slaying always makes you hungry and horny?

"You got off on it."

Spike: Well, yeah. Are you telling me you don't?

Faith had trouble reaching Buffy's level so she tried to drag Buffy into the darkness with her.

Just like with Spike.

Faith: Life of a Slayer is pretty simple. Want. Take. Have.

Spike: You're a creature of the darkness, like me. Try on my world, see how good it feels.

Faith: Give us a kiss.

Spike: Give it to me good, Buffy.

Faith stood back as a vampire rendered Buffy unconscious and then chained her to a wall, threatened to murder her, and got offended Buffy didn't react the way she wanted her to.

Just like with Spike.

Faith: You think you're better than me, don't you? Go on, say it, you think you're better!

Spike: Bitch thinks she's better than me.

Faith: If you're a screamer, feel free.

Spike: Sure made you scream, didn't it?

Faith: Everywhere I go. Buffy.

Spike: Buffy. Everywhere I go she's there.

Faith dreams of Buffy wanting to kill her. Just like with Spike.

Faith: I kept having this recurring dream.

Spike: I can't get rid of her. She's haunting me.

A civilian dies in the crossfire and Buffy wants to go to the police while Faith disposes of the body and then baits Buffy into hitting her.

Just like with Spike.

Faith: There's my girl.

Spike: That's my girl.

Faith: You've got the lust and I'm not just talking about screwing vampires.

Spike: I'm just saying, vampires get you hot.

"You killed a man!"

"A girl is dead because of me!"

Faith: How many people do you think we've saved by now? Thousands? And didn't you stop the world from ending? In my book that puts you and me firmly in the plus column.

Spike: How many people are alive because of you? How many have you saved? One dead girl doesn't tip the scale.

Faith: People need us to survive. In the balance? Nobody's gonna cry over some random bystander.

Faith got extremely jealous of Riley and did what she could to break them up.

Just like with Spike.

Faith: She's too busy climbing on to her new boytoy to give a single thought to the people who matter.

Spike: God knows you need some satisfaction in life other than shagging Captain Cardboard.

Faith sexually assaulted Buffy (including once in Buffy's bathroom) then got a redemption arc on the back of Buffy's trauma. Even ended up in LA working with Angel.

Just like with Spike.

Buffy: Apologize to me I will beat you to death.

Buffy: Don't even start by saying you're sorry.

Faith: I hope evil takes mastercard.

Spike: I never did think that much about the nature of evil. No. Just threw myself in. Thought it was a party. I liked the rush. I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the victims.

Faith was taunted by the First Evil about her unrequited feelings for Buffy.

Just like with Spike.

FE: Deep down you always wanted Buffy to accept you, to love you even. Why do you think that was?

FE: You still think I believe in you. Be realistic.

Fuffy is every bit as bad and abusive and wrong as Spuffy if not more so. Pass it on.