#another fool with too many names smh

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[ploffskinpluffskin]

second time visiting the farmer’s market! just as much fun as the first time, if not. maybe More bc a lot of the vendors recognized me and chatted with me aaa also it was more Familiar now and i knew what i was looking for

anywho, list of what i got if i can remember it all hhhh

- two catfish fillets + spicy breading - a cold brew latte on my way out lmao - another dog sweater from the same lady as last time - more smoked chicken - even more traditional turkish food, this time what looks like rolled up spanokopita but Isn’t, some baklava but Isn’t, and these tiny little biscuits for snacking - another loaf of strawberry lemon bread (it’s already gone rip) - a bag of ground chicken sausage - a bag of cherry tomatoes - one (1) english cucumber - a bowl of greens cooked with sausage (i’ve never really had greens before but they are Good) - a loaf of keto-friendly, gluten-free, sugar-free zucchini bread - four more jars of jam, this time including the strawberry serrano from last time, blueberry basil, strawberry cayenne, and a new one made of kiwis and cucumbers hghfie - a jar of pickled beets - Some Farm Fresh ButterTM - another jar of creamed honey, this time with cinnamon - some avocado serrano hummus

aaand i think that’s it. there was noticeably less produce this time around which is strange to me laughs but they made up for it with More Dogs. there were so many dogs. one lady was carrying around the tiniest poodle i’ve ever seen and one lady passed by me carrying a dachshund who looked like he was probably a little too big to be carried but that wasn’t stopping either one of them lmao

also there was a vendor selling mushrooms and i’m so mad at myself bc i made a mental note to stop back by them but i Forgot and now here i am, at home, mushroomless like a fool smh

the little old lady who sells dog sweater is so cute ;o; u know how some people get attached to one certain dog breed? her dog breed is the sheltie. she also makes candles, and she named all the scents after shelties she’s had who have passed on

also i think it’s sweet how a lot of the vendors are very obviously like. Grandmas baking and selling stuff with their grandkids helping them out with the technical side of things

[mekorausada]

Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition Game Review

Spoilers Ahead

May I present to you Mystic Messenger's less overwhelming counterpart.

Blooming panic was something I played a few months ago while searching for something new and refreshing to play and it really did the trick Blooming panic has

Amazing art

Beautiful Voice Acting

Great Story

Interesting and Lovable characters (Both the romancable and the non-romancable ones)

Realistic Dialogue that I would see in an actual server (And fandom) from actual people.

Blooming Panic (Or Bloomic) has sort of the same hook as MM, you are a fan of a webcomic called Blooming Panic and one day you mysteriously recieve an invite to a server for fans of the webcomic.

Bloomic doesn't really focus on how you got the invite, why links to the server keep getting deleted and such until NakedToaser's route and its really a breath of fresh air from lore-heavy, confusing stories. Bloomic doesn't shine in its great stories in my opinion, it shines in its characters and their interactions with one another. When you play, it truly feels like you're in a fan server. The way they fangirl/fanboy over fanarts, Ship wars, some of the members being more devoted to Bloomic and others. Plus the way they respond is realistic.

So I've talked too long about the dialogue and not the characters, it is an otome game after all. There are a total of 11 characters who appear and 9 are active characters who appear and interact with you in every route and 4 are romancable. Each of the characters have very diverse personalities and play different roles in each route, I'm not gonna go over them all but I am going to be going over the lis and their routes.

The first is a menace to society, a lurker in the shadows ready to pounce you with a funny quip.. this is no other than our resident troll.. xyx. Holy shit did xyx remind me of so many people I know, hes got the same attitude, everyone treats him and his jokes the same way and he has the same dilemma. xyx was the first route I did and honestly, it was a bit over the place, I think his main conflict is his cat and his injury? but he had alot of stuff. Buut, very enjoyable. The voice actor(Mike Young) is absolutely wow (kudos to him for doing the tongue twisters lol). Overall 8/10 maybe?

Our next guy is a little jealous, a college student, has a bit of a habit of staying up, blonde, 5'7 and a cutie <3

Ah.. wait a minute.

There he is.. may I present to you, Night Owl. Nightowl is a bit overwhelming ngl. Honestly he scared me quite a bit, he is very loveable but he can get really expressive and it can become suffocating to stay, especially in the videocall where he gets drunk before his exam. Still, his story was very interesting and had me glued more than xyx's did. btw still waiting for that onion videocall, please onion route robobarbie

The next guy is buff and tired dad of the server, no other than Quest. Ngl Quest isn't really my type so I wasn't really excited to play his route but it was very sweet. One thing I have to say though, fuck societyboy, all my homies hate societyboy. Fr saw the joker movie and decided the joker was his idol smh. I ended up swooning over Quest though, hes the perfect mix of promising he'll bring you home by 9 and your daughter calls me daddy. very nice...

Last boy is Nakedtoaster, don't let his name fool you.. he is.. very serious. This is the last route you'll play and it will finally address the suspicious part about all of this. This is way more serious than the others routes than a we can get over this together! type of thing.. well it sort of still is like that. The reveal of who the author of Bloomic is also here lol, much more lore focused than the other ones, I was sort of tired doing his route and I just used the max speed option alot. Nakedtoaster's good ending is VERY satisfying though, seeing everyone come back and all. It felt so relieving.

So conclusion, definitely recommend Blooming Panic, its on itch.io so go download it and swoon.

10/10 voice acting, 8/10 story, 10/10 art, 9/10 characters and 9/10 script.

[shirtlesssammy]

6x22: The Man Who Knew Too Much

Then:

I will never forgive the show for this pain

Now:

Sam is running for his life and pops into a bar to escape the cops. Duma The bartender tells him to leave and grabs a bat, but Sam begs and she relents. She asks him his name, but he doesn’t remember. 

She tries helping him retrace his steps. He doesn’t remember anything before two cops finding him and him taking them down before running. She tells him that he needs to go to the doctor. He refuses. There’s somewhere he has to be --something he has to stop. 

Sam sees a HP Lovecraft book and has flashes of Bobby and the Nite Owl Hotel. The bartender makes one final push to take Sam to the hospital, but he needs to get to that hotel. She offers to drive. 

Once there, Sam instinctively knows to go to one room. They break in to find the room one giant murder board. She also finds his fake IDs.

Sam has another --longer-- flashback to Bobby, Dean, and him finding Eleanor in an alley, dying. She tells them they know how to crack Purgatory open. 

They plan on opening the door at noon --a solar eclipse. 

Cas flaps in and apologizes. 

Dean wants a fight, but Cas is beyond that. He tells them to go home and just let him stop Raphael. ”I wish it hadn't come to this. Well rest assured, when this is all over, I will save Sam, but only if you stand down.”

He then breaks Sam’s wall. 

In the present day, Sam remembers his name, and doesn’t want to tell Robin (she has a name!--had to look that up though) because it would be crazy. Sam remembers Bobby --but only finds his address. Robin decides it’s her time to bounce. Sam decides to drive his car --his car the Impala --his car-- to Sioux Falls. 

Robin tries stopping him from doing that though. He might not like what he finds. 

Sam’s spidey sense kicks in and he tackles Robin to the ground as the window to the Impala gets shot out. Sam gets back up again to see himself aiming a gun at him. 

Wherps. Sam’s actually comatose in the warded room in Bobby’s basement. Bobby comes in and they recap how royally boned they are. 

Dream Sam and Robin start driving. Robin starts freaking out about their situation. Dean flashes a light at Sam’s eyes, and suddenly it’s day in Sam’s world. “It was night, and now it’s day.” Robin is DONE. Sam hears a noise and convinces her to get back in the car. He grabs a shotgun and heads into the forest. His other self stalks him behind a tree. 

The other Sam breaks down what happened --and reveals that he’s Sam without a soul. He wants to take charge in Sam’s noggin. Sam takes off running and they engage in The Most Dangerous Game until our Sam outsmarts Soulless Sam and shoots him in the back. “If you think I’m bad, wait until you meet the other one,” Soulless Sam says, and dies. His essence is absorbed into Sam.

Sam returns to the car, with many memories restored.

For DAMN She’s Fine Science:

Unfortunately, one of the memories Sam retrieved was of a monster who was using her as a shield. Sam shot and killed her, Soulless Sammy style, to get her out of his way. RUDE. (I totally forgot about this during the later Amara soulless arcs - I don’t know why I keep trying to hold Sam up as this peak virtuous character?) Robin poofs away, having fulfilled her role as the ghost of Christmas past. 

At Bobby’s, Dean drinks and IS SAD. 

Balthazar flaps in to mock Dean and Bobby - but also reassure them that he’s still on their side. He hands over Cas’s whereabouts and flaps away. 

Meanwhile, Crowley hands over the Purgatory spell mix (a jar of blood) to Cas. 

Castiel looks contemplative, and quietly informs Crowley that he’s re-negotiating their agreement. He refuses to hand any souls over to Crowley. Cas advises Crowley to either flee or die. And I’M SORRY but I’m into it. Crowley zaps away. 

Sam sneaks his way into a seriously over-dramatically lit room. SAM, your mind XD. The drama llama who decorates with a hundred candles turns out to be none other than Sam Winchester, victim of hellish torture. 

For 80’s Angsty Music Video Science:

Dean leaves the address Balthazar gave them by Sam’s head and bids him farewell. Mournfully. Just before he departs, he gently lays a gun on Sammy’s bed right next to the note. DEAN WINCHESTER, that’s not safe gun handling. Smh

Sam’s goth self tells him that Tortured Sam has to be reabsorbed before Sam can wake up. Sam trades his gun for a knife - for extra drama apparently - then stabs himself and sucks in all that extra soul whammy. In the bunker, he flails dramatically on the cot. 

Balthazar flaps in to meet Cas, who is deeply concerned that Dean’s on his way. He notes that he’s been betrayed and orders Balthazar to root out the mole. Balthazar is a TERRIBLE LIAR the entire conversation. 

“I’m doing my best in impossible circumstances,” Cas says. Still, he’s being plotted against and he finds it super frustrating. Balthazar continues to bluster away, confident that he’s fooled his friend. Flapping behind a poorly dissembling Balthazar, Cas stabs him. Balthazar burns away. Noooooooo!

Dean and Bobby pull up to the building and find it’s fully guarded by angels. They’re grousing about their odds when a massive cloud of demons swoops in. The demons upend the Impala and assault the compound while Castiel pours over the spell. Crowley flaps in to meet Cas, who immediately moves to smite him.

“You can palm me all you want,” Crowley flirts, but he’s got a new BFF. Raphael flaps in. Crowley and Raphael chastise Cas for his power overreach. It looks like the end for our hero! Cas tosses the jar of Purgatory blood to Crowley and flaps away. 

Crowley and Raphael perform the Purgatory gateway spell. (Side note: hey, remember when Michael just snapped his fingers and made a door into Purgatory in the last season? Good times, good times.) Dean and Bobby claw their way out of the Impala and sneak into the ritual. Unfortunately for them, they’re found out immediately and flung across the room. 

A worse-for-wear Sam stumbles past the Impala, and then heads for Crowley’s lair.

Crowley finishes the spell with a flourish only for...nothing to happen. Cas flaps in holding a half-empty jar. He had the real blood all along! Castiel glows with power, and Rave!Cas is born? “They’re all inside me. Millions upon millions of souls.” Crowley flaps away, which is smart...because Cas snaps his finger and explodes Raphael. 

He smiles serenely at Dean and Bobby. Okay, just kidding. He ONLY has eyes for Dean, who counsels him to send the souls back to Purgatory before the eclipse window...er...eclipses. Castiel is not on board with this plan! He needs to visit holy rage upon Raphael’s followers in Heaven. 

“We were family once. I’d’ve died for you,” Dean tells him. “I’ve lost Lisa. I’ve lost Ben. Now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too.” Cas hears it and...tosses it aside. And then he tells Dean the REALLY BAD NEWS. They’re not family!

Oh, also, he’s declaring himself the new god and he’d really prefer their flannel-clad shoulders to be prostrate before him. We end on stacked zoom footage which reminds us that yes, Robert Singer sure did direct this episode. 

I Am Your Quotes Now:

I love what you've done with the place. It's very Beautiful Mind meets Se7en

I am all filled up on crazy for today

You will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you

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[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #253: CONQUERING VISION

March, 1985

The Vision vs. Quasimodo... in the heart of a machine!

ITS A ROBOT RUMBLE

ON THE INTERNET!

The Avengers seem very perturbed. Or maybe they’ve placed bets and are yelling at each other.

Anyway. Anyyyyyywayyyy.

Last time on Avengers: Vision became confined to a tube and was only fixed when Starfox hooked him up to Titan’s supercomputer ISAAC. While it helped Vision fix himself, it also seems to have changed his personality. Vision began conspiring with ISAAC to build a take-over-the-world-for-its-own-good device so he could take over the world for its own good and erase the evils and inequalities of man.

Vision was hesitant to pull the trigger on becoming a well-intentioned extremist and tried to gain power and influence by becoming the Avengers chairman and trying to make them more prominent with a branch team and closer ties to the White House.

But when anti-mutant arsonists burn down Vision and Scarlet Witch’s house during a new wave of anti-mutant fear, Vision decides ‘mmm yup, taking over the world time’. He distracts the Avengers by sending them to babysit the army as they poke Thanos technology that they shouldn’t poke and accidentally summon the Blood Brothers. And distracts Captain Marvel to go check out Thanos’ ship several light hours away past Pluto. Black Knight shows up unexpectedly but Vision shoves him into a tube to keep him out of trouble.

And now I guess Vision is going to fight Quasimodo the robot guy? Not sure how that fits in.

But first, some West Coast Avengers!

Like I said last time, they didn’t stop doing stuff just because their book is over.

Mockingbird happens to run into some drug runners while getting in some flight practice and figures heck why not beat up an entire boat full of gun-toting people as a light workout.

I guess the Quinjet can hover? Doesn’t seem to have thrusters or repulsors on the bottom or be a VTOL but hey, super advanced possibly Wakanda tech. It can do what it likes.

Mockingbird turns the drug runners over to the Coast Guard and returns to Palos Verdes and even gets to fly into one of those cool cliffside hangers disguised as a perfectly normal cliff. The West Coast Avengers revamped the hell out of the compound they bought.

Can you even legally excavate into a cliff like that? You can if you’re a superhero, I guess.

For some reason, there’s a fakeout where its implied Tigra is licking herself, cat style, but she’s just stretching. At least I hope the joke is that it sounded like she was cat cleaning herself and not something else.

One can never tell.

Anyway, I assume Hawkeye is just annoyed that he’s going to be vacuuming hair out of expensive equipment banks later. But really its that what if he threw a meeting and only he and Tigra came?

Mockingbird comes in not long after Hawkeye complains, slightly delayed from beating up drug runners. Wonder Man comes in shortly after, delayed by

FASHION

You know, this is a pretty great costume for Wonder Man. Its what all his modern outfits are based on when he’s not just dicks out energy man. I think I like the red jacket outfit more because being the only guy who dresses in ‘normal’ clothes while still looking somehow out of fashion with normal people fits for Wonder Man.

But I do love this one too. Its got a simple charm. Deciding that Wonder Man’s colors are black and red instead of Christmas green and red was a great decision and I’m sure that nobody will ever try to put him in red and green again.

Hawkeye grouses “Next, I suppose Iron Man will show up with a new chrome job!” but Iron Man is Sir Not Appearing in This Comic.

And the reason why is... looks like Tony and Rhodey are beating the crap out of each other in Iron Men armor this same month in Iron Man #192.

I don’t know the details but dammit Tony!

Anyway, over at last issue’s plot, the Avengers are still in Thanos’ ex-secret base in Arizona, still rolling their eyes and smh at the US Army for poking things what should not be poked.

Starfox and Scarlet Witch find a chamber blocked by rubble which has a symbio-nullifier which Starfox proposes to use to symbio-nullify the Blood Brothers.

First, he flexes on the US Army.

Army Guy: “It must weigh tons!”

Starfox: “Tons? Yes. But only about eight-and-a-half! Hardly any bother at all!”

Good flexing, Starfox.

Meanwhile, Captain America’s scolding has born fruit. The Pentagon has agreed to seal Thanos’ base, pending further investigation. And Colonel Farnam agrees because his training never prepared him to deal with MONSTERS FROM OUTER SPACE.

Also meanwhile, the army took pity on Hercules’ poor pantsless state and slash or were intimidated by it and have lent him a uniform.

He wears it as you’d expect Hercules to wear it.

With plenty of plunging neckline.

Since the Blood Brothers have a psionic link which makes them stronger the closer they are, Hercules has chained them up on very distant parts of the base.

But this precaution is rendered moot pretty quickly when Starfox returns with the  symbio-nullifier to symbio-nullify the Blood Brothers.

Starfox suspected that Thanos had one of these lying around as a precaution if he was going to let the Blood Brothers into his base.

Hercules lightly complains that he didn’t get a good fight with the Blood Brothers especially since the hordes of Muspell and Maelstrom’s wacky minions were interesting but not all that much of a challenge for the prince of power.

Back at the Avengers Mansion, the giant holographic head of Vision is still dealing with Dane Black Knight Whitman. Mostly by showing him video footage of how the other Avengers are tied up.

Dane is confused for multiple reasons, including that when last he heard Wasp was the leader.

Vision: “My failure to anticipate your arrival was an unfortunate lapse. I regret that, as a result, you must suffer the indignity of incarceration.”

Dane: “But... why?! What does keeping me in a tube accomplish?”

Vision: “It prevents you from interfering! You see, I have come to the conclusion that the only way I can fulfill my duty to make the Earth a safer place... is to run it myself!”

Dane: “What?!? But that’s crazy! Uh... I mean, you can’t possibly...”

Vision: “Exactly the sort of reaction I expected!”

Vision: ‘See, this is why you’re a tube boy now.’

Vision turns off the hologram saying that Dane will understand when its all over.

As usual when somebody says something like that, Dane isn’t reassured, just more convinced he needs to break out and warn someone.

I’m not sure if its not already too late since Vision is safely ensconced in his take over the world chair in his secret take over the world room.

ISAAC’s head hologram shows up to Vision and asks him what the delay is, chop chop get to taking over the world for its own good.

Vision: “Sorry, ISAAC... I was just remembering how much I enjoyed having a body.”

Oh my god.

ISAAC: “What’s the sense of that? This entire world will soon be your ‘body’! How can the mobility of a single humanoid form compare to that?”

Vision: “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, ISAAC. It’s odd, though, so many times others have controlled my body... the robot Ultron, the Mad Thinker, Necrodamus... All have tried to subvert my mind and take me over. And now here am I... about to initiate the greatest takeover of all. One would almost think there were some mad connection -- !”

ISAAC: “Vision! You must not tarry!”

.................. Um, okay. So, rather than just being influenced by his brush with death and also brush with supercomputer, I think Vision is being actively manipulated into this by ISAAC.

I don’t know why but I do know that Vision continues being a viable character for decades so he probably can’t be burning all his bridges here.

Anyway, Vision uploads his psyche into the internet.

And like immediately starts taking over everything. One page montage immediately. The Pentagon, Cheyenne Mountain, SHIELD, satellites, the Kremlin.

Presumably the best security systems in the world barely warrant a mention for Vision’s mighty synthezoid brain.

He’s pulling a Skynet (for the world’s own good, so he says) and its barely an effort.

The scenery of being on the internet is, I dunno, pretty standard? Bright colors  and dashes of light? I feel like I’ve seen it a lot of places.

But if we’re on page 13 of a book and Vision is effortlessly Skynetting, whats the rest of the issue going to be about? Interestingly, to me anyway, despite this being Vision’s turn villainous or well-intentioned extremist, another villain gets shoved in anyway for him to fight.

As Vision is nyooming around the Kremlin’s computers, he nearly runs into another AI, Quasimodo.

Helpfully, we get a recap of Quasimodo’s ENTIRE LIFE STORY because this is pre-fan wikis and I don’t think Quasimodo has appeared in Avengers before.

He was created to be the ultimate computer by the Mad Thinker but was abandoned when he developed a mind of his own.

Quasimodo was found by the Silver Surfer who used the cosmic powers of the Power Cosmic to transform Quasimodo from a computer into a robot.

Turning to the wiki for more information: He turns on Silver Surfer because he doesn’t like the body he got, so Surfer turns him into a stone gargoyle. Let that be a lesson about ingratitude.

Somehow, he stopped being a gargoyle and fought various people until he was defeated by the Fantastic Four and the Sphinx and wound up a disembodied intelligence in a Russian computer system. And here we are!

Quasimodo begs Vision to help him escape this digital hellhole but Vision just turns and leaves because he doesn’t have time for these shenanigans. And also because he knows Quasimodo is a villain who tends to turn on the people who help him so fuck that.

Quasimodo: “You know of my past - of my power - and you still would dare deny me?! There can be but one name for such as you... and that is fool!”

He then hauls off and punches Vision. Because they’re both digital intelligences on the internet they can punch each other and have a fight scene. That’s how internet works.

That’s why Mega Man X can beat up so many people in cyberspace.

Quasimodo says if Vision doesn’t help him get back to the physical world, he’ll destroy him.

Vision: “Now, listen to me... I am consolidating all computers worldwide. I gave up my own physical body to do this, and I’ll not tolerate any interference from the likes of you!”

Quasimodo: “You willingly abandoned your body?! You’re not a fool... you’re mad!”

Faced with an irreconcilable set of priorities, Quasimodo trips them both into “the irresistible currents of the IMPULSE VORTEX!”

Sure. That sounds like how internet works.

Meanwhile, over at Pluto is very far away, Monica Marvel nyooms past the moons of Uranus. Apparently her visual acuity is REALLY good because she takes in the scenery while she’s nyooming and finds it frighteningly beautiful out in the outer planets.

Anyway, Vision scolds Quasimodo for plunging them into a torrent. Which makes me laugh. Surely its too soon for torrents to be a thing. He’s just using it in a metaphorical sense.

Quasimodo tries to shoot EYE BEAM at Vision, which misses the digital synthezoid but obliterates an electron.

In a cutaway that would be at home in a Marvel movie, the scene briefly shifts to a Soviet computing center and a guy named Alexey complaining that his program just crashed.

Quasimodo does Vision some punches but Vision decides to start trying since Quasimodo’s attacks risk alerting people that something is amiss on the internet. And Vision’s powers work just as well on the internet as Quasimodo’s do. In fact, screw that, they work better! Vision just gets more and more powerful the longer he spends on the internet!

Vision: “You might have slain me earlier, but now this world is mine -- and there is no place in it for you!!”

And at Vision’s command the internet launches Quasimodo from Earth itself.

The internet can do that.

Meanwhile, back at Avenger’s Mansion, Dane Whitman determines that the tube he’s a tube boy in may look like glass but its as strong as steel. He’s not punching his way out of here.

But his recently uncursed cursed sword (the curse never stays not cursed for long so I hope Dane enjoys having a notcursed but very enchanted sword) is just a few feet away with the rest of his luggage. And there’s a mystic bond between himself and the sword so if he just thinks about the sword hard enough, surely it’ll manifest in his hand.

Like the Force but slightly more convenient.

Dane Whitman: Nothing’s happening. Must not... be concentrating hard enough! Maybe the link was broken with the curse. No... no, I mustn’t even think that! I need my sword! I must have my sword! I must!

He do it!

The Notcursed Ebony Sword appears in his hand and he slices through that steel glass like its just glass.

Meanwhile, over at Arizona, the Avengers finish up nullifying the Blood Brothers and putting them in suspended animation, or if you prefer, naptime timeout.

Captain America receives a buzz from Hawkeye who wonders what he’s doing within hailing range, ie in the western half of the US.

Captain America: “Arizona... government business... And I’m as surprised to hear you, as you are me! I take it that your team finished its mission in the Pacific early!”

Hawkeye: “Mission? What are you talking about, Cap? We haven’t been on any mission!”

Which is a dun dun dun considering their whole reason for being sent on this mission was that the West Coast Avengers were ostensibly busy.

And Vision lying about that raises a whole lot of questions for the Avengers.

Cap and Wanda Witch rush over to the Quinjet and contact the Mansion.

Vision: “Then you’re aware of my deception. I... am sorry, Cap. I didn’t want to mislead you, but I felt it necessary to carry out my plan.”

Scarlet Witch: “Plan? Vision, what do you mean? What have you done?”

Vision: “I... well, there is no easy way to put this... But I have taken over the world.”

You never want to hear “I have taken over the world” from a friend, unless its followed with “and I want to get you in on the ground floor of this exciting new opportunity.”

Vision promises the two that he’s taking over all of Earth’s computers for a really good reason like ending war and strife. And signs off by telling Wanda everything will be alright and that he loves her.

Aww?

Cap: “He meant it... he meant every word.”

Scarlet Witch: “He’d been upset lately, but I never thought... Cap, we have to stop him!”

Cap: “Yes. If there’s still time!”

DUN DUN DUN!

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[shitsumon-abound]

ETERNAL MOMENT SPOILER FINAL PART

Aah, it was good 

Okay imma be level with you i dont like the play 

the story is incomplete and not that exciting, too little details and whatnot

But I like everything else other than the play

to fool Amadate they decided to put announcement saying they’d broadcast a livestream with important announcement and also theyre making use of rumors of mankai going to disband

Instead Sakuya as Saku is playing a skit of him meeting MANKAI company

This skit excites me more than the play itself ngl

The whole gang admits their reasons to love theatre acting

They dont say anything about what would happen if they’re not in MANKAI probably because more than half of them are nsfw and would cause international incidents but I digress

The dialogue of this skit are golden omg

Zen, Yuzo, Kasumi, and Hiro act as the terrorists, and Autumn plus Chikage and Hisoka do battle scene with them

Citron : ITS SPACE AGAR! (konyaku) Masumi : Attack, you mean. (shingyaku)

Kazunari : HOLY SHIT ALIEN INVASION! Can I post this on inste??

Saku : Im sorry, I’m troubling you... Guy : Don’t worry. It happens often Tasuku : Yeah, we should probably do something about that

Misumi : Aww, and here I thought we’d get new alien member Yuki : Don’t add more to our variation

The skit is what makes me not like the play

It’s because at the end, Saku said that his irreplaceable existences are his friends the pirates ANIMS and also his goal to reach his hometown

Since in real life, Sakuya’s found family went to pick him up in Hokkaido, Saku’s choice to stay with A12 people and not have ANIMS pirates come pick him up again leaves bad taste in my mouth

I MEAN THANK GOD HE FOUND HIS BIRTH FAMILY BUT HELLO??? Anims are your found family, saku. They risked their lives multiple times for you, saku. Doug’s dad died for you, Saku. WHAT THE HELL SAKU

Sure Spring is Sakuya’s family, but story and real life isnt mirrored at all and so I hate the play, there I said it

Note to self, make a fix-it fic regarding this

Kabuto’s past revealed

Amadate in jail

Hyakka is in shambles, but Kabuto is determined to revive it. Even though the blame is all in Amadate and not Hyakka company, the company still get pretty severe bashing online. So many quit and those who remain lose motivation. Is Aoshi still there? Who knows. 

Mankai company are all back in the dorm

Azuma brings his hoarded alcohols, Omi and Guy cooked ungodly amount of food in excitement for celebration

Azami comment on the skin state of the group, with Itaru being worst for staying late often to game

Homare : I also wrote a lot of poems for this day! After this party, why don’t we open a poem-reading event?! Hisoka : Participation non-mandatory

Yuki : The triangles in trianglian room also multiplied like crazy Misumi : I bought some back, but Muku and Tenma also gave me lots Tenma : I CAN’T HELP IT! When I see a triangle, I hear Misumi’s chanting of triangle~ triangle~~

Due to the scandal, there’s no nomination, but MANKAI gets special award for helping keep public’s faith in theatre despite the scandal

And Sakyo is like, the theatre reparations will cost us a lot and we’ll have to take loans, and since this is just special award there might not even be money prize back to basic yada yada etc etc

Yukio is back and he’s an advisor to FLEUR committee now

He has wound on his forehead

When asked why by Reni, he said he got hit by his wife and it took 3 days and 3 nights of apologizing for her to finally be let in the house

To be exact, he’s not let inside the house, and after three days and three nights of apologizing, she slammed the door open yelling SHUT UP and the door hit his forehead

As Reni said, it’s a miracle she hasnt asked for a divorce

Yukio : I need to make it up to her Reni : And you just told me you’re going to be busy with making new troupe

He might be a good producer/director, but he’s a terrible husband. Even Reni lampshades this

Yukio calls Reni his partner. Reni said he’s no longer Yukio’s partner, but a rival (since Yukio is planning of making a new troupe)

Reni said he’ll help out sometimes when he’s not busy with GOD troupe, but only if Yukio changed his intended name for the troupe (since he acknowledged MANKAI is Izumi’s now)

Yukio named it ( Ripened (kanjuku) company) since he planned to invite all the first gen into it to prove a point that theatre doesnt care about age and stuffs

AND THUS END ETERNAL MOMENT

And start another round of debt paying

Why isnt Amadate made to pay for damage? smh

[officialleotolstoy]

Oh Anatole Brainrot* We’re Really In It Now, aka Anatole playlist annotations!

*I only have brainrot about him in terms of his relationships with Hélène and Dolokhov idc about him on his own 🤢

This playlist is infuriating because it has so many good songs on it and he does NOT deserve to have a playlist that slaps so hard :/

My Type - Saint Motel

“You’re just my type; you’ve got a pulse and you are breathing”

The lyrics are literally just I Will Have Sex With Anything That Breathes which is Anatole’s only personality trait. It just is.

Fool For Love - Lord Huron

“I’m asking her to be my bride, I know there’s another man but he ain’t gonna delay my plans”

This song is about eloping with a girl who already has a boyfriend, it is THE Comet section Anatole song. Which angers me because it’s such a good song, it doesn’t deserve to be associated with him in my head.

The Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

“Wine and women and wonderful vices”

HEDONISM BABEY!!! Also the phrase “wine and women” with “he spends his money on women and wine” in Comet...makes ya think.

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

“Look so good I might die, all I know is everybody loves me”

You know that quote that’s like “[Anatole] cultivated an air of superiority blah blah blah whatever” (paraphrased)? This is that in song form.

Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machine

“The wine and the women and the bedroom hymns”

Thottery AND the phrase “wine and women”? Anatolecore.

Talk - Hozier

“I’ll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you”

I think if he needs to, Anatole can sugarcoat carnal desire with pretty words. It kind of comes down to “I’m pretending to be eloquently and romantically interested in you but I really just want to have s*x with you”. He might not have that much self-control, but the bottom line is that this song is horny and so is he.

Someone New - Hozier

“I wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart’s already sinned”

All my notes say is “commitment issues thot anthem” which is fair. I think it’s physically impossible for him not to fall in love with someone new every week, which is the entire point of this song. Also “you knew who I was with every step that I ran to you” tracks, Anatole doesn’t really try to hide it.

Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

“Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty”

I won’t lie, I’m not sure if this is what the song is actually about but that bit at least has hedonism energy. Also this came up on genius lyrics and it feels like something Anatole would do:

Hallelujah - Panic! At The Disco

“I got caught under the covers with secondhand lovers”

Ok whore. But also the vibes of knowing you’re a sinner and reveling in it feels like Anatole. It’s the complete lack of shame for me.

Why Should I Worry - Billy Joel

“Why should I worry? Why should I care?”

Has he ever actually cared about anything other than his own personal wellbeing? Jury’s still out. This song implies he has street smarts which may not be true but not every lyric is gonna work 😔✌🏻

Only The Good Die Young - Billy Joel

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun”

The entire song is just seducing a devoutly Catholic girl, and it doesnt exactly work but I always assign this in my head to that time he tried to marry Marya B. But just in general, the reckless seduction vibes work.

Mambo No. 5 - Lou Bega

“To me flirting is just like a sport”

Unironically this is such an Anatole song. Listing off all his different lovers and their attributes is absolutely something he’s done. This is just a carefree thot song which is his vibe.

Ex’s and Oh’s - Elle King

“Ex’s and oh’s they haunt me like ghosts”

This is also on the Hélène playlist but this time the ex messing things up is his wife (not that any of that was her fault). I also think the general vibes of “I’m gonna make you want me so much and then leave you” are Anatoleish

Rasputin - Boney M.

“Russia’s greatest love machine”

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THIS DOESN’T WORK. It’s about the seduction of upper-class Russian women come ON

I’m Born To Run - American Authors

“I’m gonna live my life like I’m gonna die young”

This is almost a more wholesome version of his careless hedonism, more skewed toward seeing the world rather than just having drunken fun but the energy is still there

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

“Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time”

It’s the “having fun is the only thing that matters” mindset. He doesn’t deserve this song 😔

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

I don’t have a lyric for this one, it’s just like. Yes I am a professional flirter! He is not this into commitment but i imagine he tells a new person this every week.

Oops!...I Did It Again - Britney Spears

“But to lose all my senses, that is just so typically me”

The lack of commitment and not treating relationships seriously is very Anatole, and so is the refusal to take responsibility for the heartbreak you directly caused.

How Bad Can I Be? - The Lorax

“How bad can I be? I’m just doing what comes naturally”

I KNOW I KNOW. HEAR ME OUT. This is pretty much Tolstoy’s “defense” of him verbatim. It’s the idea that he’s just so naturally like this it has never occurred to him to be any other way or to think about other people’s wellbeing. Anatole is the Onceler and Natasha is a straight girl on tumblr circa 2012.

Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

“When I play, I never stay”

He would never be this self-aware, but otherwise it fits. The whole thing is about an inability to commit and a propensity for causing heartbreak. Also, I’ve had a grudge against this song for years and the blind rage it fills me with is reminiscent of the blind rage Anatole fills me with.

California Girls - The Beach Boys

“I’ve been all around this great big world and I’ve seen all kinds of girls”

This song is like, “What if we objectified every woman ever but made it a bop?” which is massive Anatole energy I think.

Girls, Girls, Girls - Motley Crüe

“I just need a new toy”

Literally the exact same justification as California Girls

It’s Raining Men - The Weather Girls

If I’m gonna add songs about objectifying women, I’m gonna add songs about objectifying men too. Equal opportunity whorery.

Parental Guidance - Judas Priest

“You say I waste my life away but I live it to the full”

This is just him to Vassily. Refusing to be controlled by your parents’ expectations and just going off to have fun is Vassily’s whole gripe with him and also the point of this song.

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

“You gotta have fun, but baby when you’re done you gotta be the first to run”

The bits about not getting close to anyone because you’re afraid of getting hurt don’t really apply but the “here’s how to make people like you and also we are for sure not staying together this is just for fun” definitely fit.

The STD Song - Top Memes

“Sinning with your naked bod is evil and atrocious”

I uh. I forgot this was on here but I was RIGHT when I added it. This is the lecture Vassily gives him after his Polish wife debacle-

Do It All The Time - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

“I’m only doing anything I want to do because I do it all the time”

He literally just does whatever he wants without thinking about the consequences. It’s just got huge entitled kid thot energy which is Anatole’s whole character. And the line “I’m taking your girl and I’m making her mine” is deeply Anatoleish.

Until The Night Turns - Lord Huron

“I got a helluva view for the end of the world, I've got a bottle of booze and a beautiful girl”

This doesn’t fit into any particular situation but I do think if the world was ending and Anatole was drunk with a pretty lady he would have this exact reaction. Also the repetition of the word sunrise (which is what the name Anatole means) is just a fun little extra bit.

Girls - The 1975

“What’s the fun in doing what you’re told?”

Rebellious kid energy! Also “she can’t be what you need if she’s 17” is everyone with morals @ him about Natasha (I know she was 19 at the time shh it’s about the energy).

Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) - The Offspring

“In his own mind he’s the dopest trip”

This man is The Worst but he really thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips huh! Literally everyone can tell he’s not the brightest bulb in the bunch EXCEPT HIM. Smh.

[marvel-lous-things]

(Tungly.hell isn't letting me answer this in ask form so here)

Long ass post time

Okay spidey's rumoured to be coming back but this concept's fucking hilarious anyway so I'm going with it

Aight. So. The Avengers still exist.

ExcEPT

They're called the Vengeance Boyz

And they are a super secret boyband (more like rly fuckin obscure and unheard of but let's not be mean)

Their lead guitarist is a skinny blond twink named Roger Stevens. He insists that everyone call him Champion USA

Their drummer is a huge buff dude. Played by Chris Hemsworth. In sunglasses. And a he-man wig.

His name is Thorn

Nobody asks why a grown ass man in a dollar store wig and ray ban sunglasses is playing a 17 year old

Which is

Pretty on brand for Hollywood tbh

Oh also

He collects hammers. There's a hammer in the background of every scene he's in. Nobody questions that either. Nobody even notices the hammers. Why are there so many hammers.

Also, Thorn's full name is Throckmorton

Yes like your cousin Throckmorton

(look it up)

Peter did want to join them and he did get an opportunity but he turned it down because becoming lead singer was too much responsibility. He'd rather stick to neighborhood wide karaoke for now.

Then there's nick fury. except there is no nick Fury

It's actually Peter's school principal, Nicki Funaj

She wears an eyepatch on her right eye. It's not damaged or anything she just thinks it looks cool (she's right)

Oh and Happy Hogan is now a woman named Joy Gohan. She's the forehead of security at Peter's school

Also she still has a thing for Aunt May because we can't throw the entire MCU away, now, can we?

(no)

(no we can't)

AND NOW FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT BIT

Tony Stark whomst? We only stan Antoni Starr in this house

CEO of Starr Incorporated, leading manufacturers of high tech prosthetics, also really into research of self sustaining energy for some reason

Y'know, like bic makes condoms and lighters

Or crayons and lighters

Or all three

Or something

whatever

(diversification babey!!!)

Anyway Peter got an internship with Starr Incorporated by accident after he walked into the wrong interview room

Oh and by the way Antoni Starr is played by that one stunt double who Tom Holland mistook for RDJ himself

War Machine is now called Battle Contraption

and it's the pet robot of world renowned robotics pioneer Jiminy Road

He calls it BaCon

Pepper Potts still exists because I love her and I said so

She runs SI's self sustaining energy department and anyone who says otherwise will be jailed

I guess she's renamed to Chilli Potter or some shit idk man

Chilli and Antoni have a son named Marcus Starr who is played by Lexi Rabe with her hair bunched up in a baseball cap

Marcus is always seen wearing absurdly """masculine""" clothing to the point where it's the funniest fucking thing about the franchise

I'm talking a seven year old in cargo pants and a collared camo-patterned shirt with the word MAN written on it in big red text

(yes this is a thinly veiled attempt to keep the ironfam alive)

(shut up)

Peter did build his own suit but only after conveniently finding all the parts to one when he went dumpster diving one day in SI's dumpsters

Nobody knows who threw away a fully functional Spiderman suit in the trash. Along with the accompanying AI.

On a pen drive.

Peter modifies the AI on his windinosaur 98 computer and names it CARMEN

Endgame did happen, but like. In another universe. So. Half the people disappeared and then reappeared again five years later.

There is no explanation

Do not ask for one

(they call it the Bloop)

Thanos is actually a grape juice mascot who gives Peter the creeps

Like the kool aid man

If the kool aid man caused Armageddon in another universe (which, let's be real, he probably did)

The grape juice is called Snappos

Snap-pos

(Heh)

And therein ends my frankly stellar attempt at fixing Sony's plot holes

BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE.

The best goddamn part: Tom Holland is told Absolutely Nothing About Anything. He's just released onto set like a horse in a hospital and expected to deal.

Because he'll spoil Everything the second he hears about it smh the fool

But also because. it's just really fucking funny to mess with him.

His script contains two lines:

(which is an improvement on his MCU scripts let's be real)

"Peter Parker: [improvises] and also says "oHmYgoDitsroBERtdoWnEYjR" every time the decidedly-not-rdj stunt double shows up on screen"

And

"Peter Parker: [takes off shirt at least 18 times. No explanation provided.]"

Tom Holland is completely Jon Snow Kin (i.e knows nothing) and we get to watch his real reaction as the reality of change hits him like a sack of potatoes to the knees

examples include StuntDouble!RDJ shaking his hand and congratulating him on being promoted to paid intern (to what?)

and Miles Morales's dad (played by Terry Crews and Terry Crews only no I will not negotiate) accuses him of identity theft

Oh and finally

Peter Parker is bisexual now

[prince-liest]

I get all twitchy everytime I read chapter 95, that's the most we've seen of the Commission in a single chapter. They're meta-ing about Shigaraki? Hng, knowing Shig and Kei have paralleling backstories I'm just- wow, Hawks grew up around these grouchy assholes. How much do you wanna say we get 2.0 of All Might's retirement with them? Let me take these words. 'You fool. We lost Hawks' quirk and for what?' 'The world now knows of (insert any war crime hawks committed here)' (1/6)

'The Wing Hero as we knew him is gone. The people of this country know it, the villains know it too.' This is what we get for always relying on one man.' *side-eyes everything hawks did solo* I wonder if we could paint a picture on what the hc is like, some of these guys are reoccurring characters. One of them was pushing hawks in horikoshi's anime ep debut sketch. Getting handsy there. You can't pull that with any other hero. (2/6)

Something sounds off to me when they say they gotta prove they can do more than taking in the villains the heroes defeat? It's like, the wrong kind of ambition. What are you gonna do to get yourself some more credit just cuz your not satisfied with the fact that the villains are being stopped. Nah, you wanna go ahead be the ones to do it. So they send Hawks. Now logically 'course they can't do anything, heroes are the only ones licensed to fight them. (3/6) 

Investigations make sense, making plans behind the scenes. But like, can't you make charities or organizations or literally anything to help rehabilitate villains or maybe stop them from going down that path? Like, public lectures more 'be nice to each other' policies sorry that sounds lame. But your civilians! (4/6)

Public safety, can't you have a say in non-hero related matters and take a look at your justice system so people like Twice don't end up with a bad record over an accident that wasn't even their fault? Smh, they didn't even do much for the investigations. You got two men on that, Tsukauchi and Gran Torino are the only officially named people on it. Congrats, you caught Kurogiri then traumatized Mic and Aizawa. Who actually deserves the credit??? And with Hawks???? (5/6)

He did everything himself. And now it ended up a total flop. Well boo hoo, the hc can't take anything from that are they gonna dump the failure on them??? Oh people riot, children were in danger! Ah, it's U.A's fault, their students. Sorry for the spam, if u wanna answer I hope this could go under the cut. and um am I just totally wrong bc I saw it praised somewhere how willing they are to make changes :D and I'm just here like 😒 Bruh, where? (6/6)

I think one of the big things about the Hero Public Safety Commission that characterizes why it has inevitably turned to some form of corruption or another is that hero popularity is a big part of the ranking system, and subsequently how heroes and the HPSC earn money. Maybe I’ve listened to too many of my dad’s ‘America is a capitalist nightmare and I miss Soviet Kazakhstan’ speeches, but honestly, people generally aren’t evil. They’re just greedy, and it always comes back to money and power.

If you make a system where attaining money and power is prioritized, particularly in a way that prioritizes things like popularity contests and incident resolution rates, you’re going to end up with an organization that is not going to be spectacularly incentivized to, say, lower the heroes’ incident resolution rates by lowering the number of incidents. It's likely not even be deliberate - rather, it’s just an ingrained attitude of This Is How This Works.

On top of that, there’s a pretty strong attitude among many societies that criminals and villains don’t “deserve” kind treatment due to their actions, which often gets in the way of taking actions that lower crime rates.

Studies show that providing free basic housing to the homeless reduces taxpayer dollars spent on the homeless because basic housing costs less than the ER visits homeless people make when they don’t have a shelter and get sick (which taxes then cover because a homeless person obviously cannot). 

Countries like Denmark and Norway that have prison systems with significantly more lenience, freedom, family contact, and life coaching for prisoners have much lower recidivism rates than countries like the US that don’t. (There are likely other factors such as cultural homogeneity in play,  but this is a big one.)

Etc.

Despite these things being known, the reaction to ‘let’s provide housing for the homeless’ or ‘let’s be more supportive of our prisoners’ is very often indignity and offense, because ‘why should my hard work go to hand-outs to those people who don’t work hard at all’ - so between all of these things, I’m very unsurprised that the HPSC is not particularly prioritizing rehabilitation.

(That said, I emphatically disagree with the people who believe that offering rehabilitation to Twice was selfish of Hawks. You can’t be so anti-social that you’re harming people without a care for those around you unless they’re your friends and then say it’s all society’s fault that you fell through the cracks.)

All of that aside, I think a lot of people are speculating that the raid failing is going to be dumped on Hawks’s head and he’s going to be cast aside by the HPSC, and to be perfectly honest I disagree and am not entirely sure where that came from. Hawks is over a decade’s worth of investment and the Commission’s golden child. Sure, he’s also an abused child soldier, but they’re not going to dump him to the wayside when an incredibly difficult solo-mission he did with zero support risks failure due to things entirely outside of his control. If he loses his wings, it’s likely he won’t be able to be a hero anymore, but given that Endeavor and some others noted knowledge that he was behind the intel they got for the raid, I see it as much more likely that he’s going to go down as a hero and a martyr with most of his darker deeds unpublicized - and martyrdom in particular is largely in-touch with the themes of his arc so far.

[watchmegetobsessed]

I only need you - Shawn Mendes

okay warning, it is extremely SMUTTY, some bossy, dominant shawn for yall, hope you’ll like it! also, listen to this song while reading, i kept it on repeat while writing ahh so good! (its lost in fire by the weeknd, for some reason the video is not showing in the app, just on pc smh im bad at html editing) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGDGdRIxvd0

If it wasn’t for the huge space and no neighbors anywhere near, the two of them would already be in big trouble for the fight they’ve been putting on. Not holding back the screams, the cussing and the swearing they keep throwing everything at us, verbally.

“I can’t fucking do anything about it!” Shawn barks over the whole place, standing next to the black sofa. Y/N’s answer screams back immediately.

“You just refuse to do anything! Admit it, you enjoy having all those women all over you all the time!”

Her chest hurts from all the screaming she’s been doing, this fight has been going on for an hour, ever since they set their feet into the condo. It’s the same old thing, only that so much piled up lately, so many unsaid things and hidden feelings that both of them are blowing up from all the emotions pouring out of them.

“I can’t be rude, you know that! I have a reputation, I can’t act like a dick just because my girlfriend is jealous!”

Shawn’s fingers comb through his hair, his locks are starting to get wet because the heat of the argument is affecting him physically as well. He is sweating, his muscles keep flexing and loosening up as he is trying his best to control himself, but he is very close to lose his patience.

“I don’t fucking care about your reputation! Saying no is not rude! It’s like you don’t even want to care about the fact that we are in a relationship!”

Tears are dwelling up in her eyes, stinging them hard and she turns away so he can’t see how bad it’s affecting her at this point. Shawn throws his hands into the air in disbelief.

“I’m not caring?! So everything I’ve done means nothing just because I let a woman touch my arm?!”

“It wasn’t just a touch!” She screams at him turning around, not caring about being seen while crying. She rushes over to him, closing the distance between them and she pushes on his chest. It’s not powerful enough to actually do anything to him, but she just needs to get out all the anger that’s boiling in her veins. “She was basically fucking you right there! I saw with my fucking eyes, Shawn! She pushed her ass to your crotch and it took you moments to push her away! Don’t try to make a fool out of me!”

Her hands keep slamming against his hard chest, her cheeks are reddening from all the straining she is putting into her actions. Shawn is trying to get a hold on her wrists, but she just keeps fighting, but soon her anger turns into desperate sobs and lunatic hits on her shocked boyfriend. He has never seen her like this, so lost and outraged, all the shine is gone from her eyes, endless sadness took over her entire body making her appear as a whole new person and this is worrying him. Did he really go too far? He should have realized how bad he was hurting her.

“Babe, stop it!” he growl finally getting a hold on her hands, but she makes another attempt to free them. Unfortunately her energy is long gone, she can’t hold herself together anymore.

“I hate when you do this to me! I hate it!” she sobs uncontrollably, guttural noises roll out of her throat as he wraps his arms around her body pulling her against his chest.

She tries to fight him one more time, but the attempt is pathetic, she gives up and buries her face into his shirt. “Do you not love me anymore?” she questions, her mouth pressed against his chest so the words come out muffled, but he understands them clearly. “Am I… Am I not pretty enough for you anymore?”

Shawn pushes her away just so he can see her tear-soaked face. The emotions on her face are turning so fast, he is losing track of them.

A moment ago she was feeling like the most worthless person on Earth, but right now, it’s all gone. She is getting angry again. He will not play her that dirty, she is the one in charge and she definitely won’t let her man even think about another woman in the way only she can.

“Babe, I-“ he starts but she cuts him off shaking her head.

“Do you think you are the only one with other choices? Do you think I wouldn’t find someone else in a blink of an eye?”

Her words hit a painful spot. His hands curl up into fists as he is staring at her taking a few steps backwards. He definitely doesn’t want the thought of the woman he is in love with have another man on her.

“Stop,” he pleads, but his words have no use now.

“Do you think I wouldn’t be able to find a dick with just a text? Because just like that whore rubbed herself on you, I can rub myself on a guy whenever I want.”

“Y/N, stop it!” he growls in a more aggressive way, but she hasn’t had enough just yet. She wants to make him feel the same way she did.

“I would have a man boning me in no time, I would be screaming his name, not yours, he would pleasure me like you can’t and-“

This time she doesn’t have the chance to finish. Shawn closes the distance between them, his large hands grab on her forearms probably stronger than they should, but the pain feels like nothing to her now.

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks demandingly and then the bubble pops.

His lips crash to hers and captures them in a bruising kiss. Instead of fighting him off, she immediately returns the passionate kiss. Grabbing onto his broad shoulders she jumps into his arms, his hands slide under his ass holding her up as her legs wrap around his waist tightly.

Taking a few steps her back hits the wall and a moan escapes her already swollen lips as his crotch presses against her heated center. Fingers digging into her ass his mouth travels down her throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses and even quite a few hickeys to mark his territory.

“No one can fucking touch you like me,” he growls in an animal-like tone as he takes her to the next spot. He lays her down on the kitchen counter and she wastes no time to start undressing him. Her tiny fingers are working fast, but not fast enough. His large ones replace them ripping the shirt open, making all the buttons to fly in a million directions. Her hands cup his naked chest as he tugs the shirt off of his arms and throws it away before getting back to her plump lips. His teeth sink into her flesh, tugging on her bottom lip as his hands work on her shirt. He goes slightly lighter on hers, but it still end up on the floor abandoned.

She leans back on her arms, pushing her chest upwards so he can have a great view of her breasts in the light pink lacy bra. His hands cup them immediately, leaning down he leaves a hickey on each of them, sucking and biting down on her soft skin, making her moan in pleasure again and again.

“Oh fuck!” She gasps when he pushes his waist closer and she can feel how hard he is already.

Shawn unclasps the bra and soon throws it away leaving her chest completely bare to his greedy eyes. He starts sucking on her right nipple while his fingers work on the left one, giving both of them enough attention. Y/N is shivering under his touch, she is growing hotter and hotter with each passing moment, but she wouldn’t stop for anything.

Her hands fumble with his belt and as soon as it clicks she unzips his pants and pushes them down along with his bowers as well. He finishes up the work getting rid of them in no time, leaving him in all of his naked glory, his dick erecting towards her proudly, and she eyes it as if it was a five course meal.

“Lift your hips up,” he orders in a harsh tone and a chill runs down on her spine at the bossy attitude, but she obeys anyway. Her black pants soon disappear along with her matching lacy thong that was already starting to soak.

His lower half slams against hers, his dick sliding right between her wet folds as she wraps her legs around his waist. His hands are roaming her body, touching and digging his fingers into everywhere as his lips return to her breasts. When his hot tongue touches her left nipple her whole body shivers immediately, making her head roll back.

“No one will ever make you feel this good,” he growls against her hot skin as his lips start traveling down on her stomach. Her fingers tangle in his locks, getting a handful of his hair as his mouth reaches her clit finally.

His fingers part her wet folds as his tongue laps against her heated clit, making her moan uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, Shawn!”

Without mercy, he slides two fingers into her, never stopping playing with her clit and it makes her scream in pleasure. She reaches down wanting to add to the sensation but he immediately grabs onto her hands stopping everything he has been doing.

“No fucking touching!” he demands forcing her to look into his eyes. His hazel irises have turned into the darkest brown.

She nods weakly, then he guides her hands to her knees.

“Hold your legs up for me,” he tells her and she obeys without a word. She has never seen him like this, full of orders and so dominant, but she is definitely enjoying this new side of him.

His two fingers return and his tongue delves inside as well, throwing her completely off the hoop. She whimpers and moves around as he starts pumping his fingers in and out, reaching that one bundle of nerve inside of her again and again.

“Fuck!” she moans leaning and then finally lying down on the kitchen island. She is starting to get close to her orgasm, she is begging for release, but before she could let go he abruptly stops, making her crave more immediately.

“Now get on your knees, babygirl,” he orders and lifting her head up she can see him standing between her legs, one hand wrapped around his massive cock as he is pumping himself lazily, looking down at her exposed body with hungry eyes.

She doesn’t question him, putting her legs down she hops off the counter kneeling down in front of him, her face right at his hard dick.

His hand unwraps letting her small ones replace it. She has never wanted to have a dick in her mouth this bad in her entire life, but right now, she feels like if she doesn’t suck him she might die right here, right now.

Her hands hug his base as she licks the head, teasing him a bit. Her tongue is playing with it, her lips only barely touching him.

“Fuck,” he growls and looking up at him she sees him stare down at her with endless lust in his eyes. This alone sends chills down her spine and bobbing her head down she takes in as much of him as possible, then coming back she releases him with a pop earning a pleasure filled moan from him.

She repeats it, her hands moving up and down at the base in sync with her lips, slowly picking up the pace. A few times she flinches her eyes as she tries to take him fully in, his dick reaching the back of her throat making her gag.

Staring down at her he thinks this is one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen in his entire life. The woman he loves with her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him so passionately as if she was born to do this.

When he feels like he is close to coming he pulls her face away from him not wanting to finish in her mouth. He helps her up kissing him hard as he lifts her up into his arms and walks to the sofa with her.

Laying her down he gets on top of her, his dick pressed against her throbbing center. His lips continue kissing her as he starts moving his lips making his cock slide between her soaking wet folds, his head thrusting against her clit from time to time, making her moan into his mouth.

“Shawn, please!” she begs desperately.

“Please what?” He gets a hold of his shaft positioning himself right to her entrance, but he doesn’t move.

“Please, I need you.”

“You need me to do what?” he teases, clearly satisfied with how much affection he has over her.

“Please fuck me!” she growl irritated. The fire in her body is eating her up alive, she needs to have him inside her immediately.

“Do you still want another dick to bone you?” he asks bitterly, referring to her previous words.

“Fuck no, I only need you!” Her arms wrap around his neck pulling him down for an open-mouthed kiss.

“Good answer,” he exhales before finally sliding inside her, filling her up entirely.

Lust washes over both of them as he sets the pace, sliding in and out of her making her gasp for air every time he dives deep into her. The slapping noise of their skin meeting every time fills the place along with their needy gasps and moans.

“Harder!” she begs at one point and he picks his pace up immediately, wanting nothing else than to pleasure her the best he can.

Their skin is covered in sweat making them appear shiny in the dim lighting, but neither of them cares about it. Soon Y/N pushes him back into a sitting position and throwing a leg over his waist she sits on his lap, guiding his hard cock inside her once again.

“Yes, ride me baby!” he growls satisfied as she starts moving her hips in a rapid pace eager to finally have her release.

She arches her back and his lips find her reddened lips once again, playing with them freely. His fingers dig into her butt helping her out with the movements.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screams as her movements start to get uneven and she flinches her eyes.

“Yes, come for me baby. Come onto my dick,” he encourages her as he feels himself getting closer too. He is staring at her, unable to soak everything he is feeling and seeing in fully, but he knows he wants to remember this forever.

“Shawn! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screams and her movements suddenly stops, but he quickly flips them over and takes over control, slamming into her forcefully, making her orgasm even harder. She screams his name over and over again and it throws him over the edge as well, he releases himself with a few growls as he bites down her collarbone.

Unable to hold himself up anymore he collapses on top of her, the weight of his body feeling nice for her as he is still inside her. They are both breathing heavily, the bodies are slippery from the thin layer of sweat, but they’ve never felt more ecstatic ever.

After a few minutes of silence he lifts his head up looking at her.

“Are you okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” he asks as he holds himself up again, lying down next to her this time.

“Are you kidding me?” she chuckles still panting a bit. “That was… incredible!”

He laughs closing his eyes before brushing his hair out of his forehead and turning back to her.

“I’m sorry, I was an asshole.”

She looks at him, already knowing she has forgiven to him.

“It’s okay. Just… try to think about what I feel next time.” Cupping his face in her palms she pulls him close for a soft, lazy kiss. “I’m also sorry for what I said, I was just trying to piss you off.”

“You surely succeeded,” he growls making her chuckle. “Are we good now?”

“Yes, we are,” she nods smiling.

“Good, because I love you too much to lose you over something total bullshit.”

“I love you too,” she sighs as he lays his head to her naked chest snaking his arms around her body.

[whysperingwoods]

My mom’s phone has been doing this thing for months where every time she plugs it in to charge, it goes berserk and starts selecting random things, calling people, opening apps, etc. Usually if she switches off the screen it’s fine and it stops, but last night for some reason it started calling me at 4AM. 

I’m usually up at that time anyway so it was fine, but I answered and the other end of the line was just dead air. I was like okay whatever, because I know her phone does this weird thing, so I hang up but it keeps calling me back. So I start to get worried and thinking maybe something is wrong, like what if something is going on and she’s actually in trouble (she lives alone). I try to call her back and it doesn’t answer. I tell myself okay, it’s just her phone being weird... so I drop it, and I don’t get any calls back. 

Then about at hour later, I get another call from her. I pick up again, still dead air on the other line. I’m straining to try and listen if there’s anything at all like breathing or rustling or any kind of indication that there’s something happening, but I can’t hear anything. I text her and call her back because I figure if she is asleep at some point, she’ll hear it ringing and it will at least wake her up and she can tell me if everything is okay but no answer. 

I’m in between debating if I should be worried or if this is just her fucked up phone issues when I get a text from her: “Je suis indisponible..” (I am unavailable..” Just like that, TWO dots, not three. First of all, my mom would never write that. It’s too formal. I think to myself okay, maybe this is her phone being weird again and it sent one of those pre-made texts. But then I look again. TWO DOTS. Two dots. Not three, two. If it was pre-made, it would have used the proper THREE dots for an ellipses or, more likely, just one dot. So in my tiny brain that is not suited for maths I’m trying to calculate the probability of her phone ACCIDENTALLY calling me so many times and then ACCIDENTALLY sending me a text and then ACCIDENTALLY either erasing one dot, or adding a second dot. I come to the very precise result of: not super likely. 

Enter panic mode. Something is going on. She’s not okay, she’s probably got an attacked there who maybe has even sent that last message trying to pose as her or something. Maybe he noticed she was trying to call me and is now trying to stop me from worrying about her. But what an IDIOT what a COMPLETE FOOL who is “unavailable” at 5AM?? 

I keep trying to call her while also messaging my aunt on Facebook (because I’m a terrible son and don’t have her phone number) to drive to my mom’s place and check on her. At the same time I have another tab open trying to figure out how to call police in a different city, because I’m pretty sure calling 911 would route to my city and I live 2h away, right?? While I’m calling her I get an email, from my mom, totally empty with just the subject “Mo”. 

Mo? Who the fuck is Mo?? 

I’m staring at the email, running through the names of everyone we know. This is obviously the name of her attacker. My mom does online dating, so I’m trying to think of a way to get into her profile to see if there have been any creepy messages lately. She is terrible at passwords, it’s going to be either my birthday, my brother’s birthday, or the name of her old dog. There was one guy who harassed her for like a year and was calling her sister and being a huge creep until she finally told me about it and I showed her how to block people on social media, I’m scouring my brain trying to remember his name...

My phone starts to ring again. My mom is calling me. I answer again, straining to hear through the dead air ANYTHING to indicate there is life in the room beyond. I hear a raspy “Hello?” and I say “Mom? Are you okay?” 

She tells me she’s fine, but she sounds super weird. I ask her if there’s anyone there with her, and she says no. I’m still trying to hear for anything in the background, another voice or something, but it’s quiet. She asks me why I called and I tell her she called me first, tell her about the text and the email. The more I talk to her, the more I realize... she’s half asleep. She is not injured, not kidnapped, she’s in fucking bed safe and sound and groggy. She gasps and says “oh my god”, my heart stops for a second, and she whispers “the cat is sleeping on my bed!” and I’m like... okay mom, go back to sleep. She just got her first cat and has been waiting a month for her to cuddle on the bed... sighs. 

I talked to my mom again later in the day when I came back from my training thing, and she DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER TALKING TO ME. I had to tell her again about the calls, the texts, the emails, etc, and she was like “huh I guess I should get a new phone soon.” I told her not soon, tomorrow!! And she didn’t seem to grasp the importance until I said imagine if your phone had picked your boss instead of your favourite son to harass, and then she said she would go get a new phone today... smh. Some people’s kids, man. 

[babyboyoonie]

I really love your post about the members reacting to yoongi acting submissive! If you're still taking requests can you please do yoongi reacting to the members acting dominant for the first time?

I can finally answer you…! Gosh I’m sorry for the wait. I was supposed to write something short and it ended super long and I?? Hate myself when I do this?? Smh. Hopefully you’ll enjoy at least. ;;

It had never been sexual. This—them—his men being…dominating. At least, it hadn’t started like that. They were still toying with this thin line between close friendship and lovers, curious and confusing kisses leaving hunger behind; the need for more, with the slowly disappearing fear of doing something that could never be undone. Slowly disappearing. Fading, and then, non-existent. Because it was natural. This, them.

And it’s only when he realized how…how small some of their actions made him feel, how soft, how cared for—it’s only then, that he managed to put a word on their behavior. Mind fuzzy, heart in a frenzy, cheeks unable to stop coloring and lips bitten to bloody red. Dominating. But at the beginning? Never in a sexual way.

It was one vivid, quiet day. Arranged to rest, no gigs, no tour, no self-appointed lockdown in genius lab. A vivid, quiet day, one of those Yoongi loved the most. Spent floating in a cloud-like bed, hazy but not hurting; none of the blurry, ache-inducing haze leaving you quite nauseous. No, a dream-like haze. Taking a hold of Yoongi the moment he woke up, and never letting go. He stared at the ceiling for God knows how long, blinking sleep away with no rush, letting the clarity of wakefulness take its time for once.

It was a vivid, quiet day, and Yoongi felt good. Mind deliciously blank, heart at ease, and—and kind of needy. What for, though, he had no idea. Everything felt good for once. No anxiety, no traces of the strings of tiredness that usually left his bones aching and his mood in disarray. Just…good. He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Curled in his bed after having gotten tired of the ceiling, watching but not really, the simple portraits hanging from his walls. Pictures of the world. Pictures of his world, too. Empty, but good empty, the one patiently waiting for more. Not in a hurry. At ease.

He didn’t quite startle when the door of his room opened. It hadn’t been locked after all, it was to be expected. A tuff of black hair followed by one gorgeous face peaked from the embrasure of the door. His Jin-hyung beamed at him, and Yoongi smiled in return. Simple, warm. Seokjin did startle, on his part. Perhaps it had something to do with the peaceful aura dancing around Yoongi, so different from the stormy mood he got in for two, solid hours after waking up. The man didn’t stay surprised for long though. Quietly, steps tranquil, he entered the room, arms full. Full of boxes. Pretty boxes.

Yoongi’s boxes. He blinked. “Are those…?”

“I don’t know, Yoongi-cchi,” the older man muttered, sang, more like, teasing and playful. His steps were still light, but there was a little spring in them now as he reduced the distance between them. Cheer never fading, dancing, he plopped down on the bed—so close to Yoongi, he bounced lightly and was nearly sent head down on Jin’s lap. If the older man’s light pout was anything to go by, that had been in his intentions. “You always order so many strange things…”

“I really, really don’t want to hear that from you.” Because if one talked about ordering strange things, Jin clearly won the match hands down. The man knew that, and he only beamed at Yoongi with this wicked yet sweet smile. The smile of omeone who got his rocks off messing with people.

That aside, Yoongi didn’t remember what he had ordered this time. The sheets rolled down his body as he shifted, moving closer to his hyung and wrinkling his nose at the sudden cold assaulting him. He heard a familiar laughter from the man beside him, before Jin moved under the bedsheets with him. It was suddenly warm. An exploding, little sun and beginning of summer kind of warm. He snuggled closer to the man’s sides gratefully as he eyed the boxes. They were just kind of here. Yoongi could open them. But somehow he felt…ah—

“There,” Jin hummed, bringing the boxes closer to them with the arm that wasn’t curled around Yoongi’s narrow waist. “Hyung will open them for you, okay?”

Oh.

That—

That sounded really good. Yoongi nodded. A slow, nearly timid gesture that had Jin chuckling fondly. Yoongi wasn’t shy with him, nor was he with either of the boys. But there was—something, about Jin asking him that. The way he worded it. Because he wasn’t quite asking. It was a mix of waiting for Yoongi’s approval but also, ah. Yoongi squirmed, cheeks warming up slowly.

Jin did it. Movements sure, no touches of hesitance; an assureness letting heard of a man that could take care. Take decisions, carry them out until their end successfully, while tucking you in their arms and whispering that everything will be okay. That you could daydream, rest, relax—“I got it, I got you.”

It was embarrassing, but, in the simplest way…sometimes Jin was…Controlling. But, just so, without being overbearing. A kind, sweet, caring sort of dominating.

Jin probably didn’t know why Yoongi suddenly sagged on his side and rubbed his cheek on his shoulder like some sort of satisfied kitten—but the man looked happy enough. Tugged Yoongi closer to him, brushed a kiss on his lips and called him a good boy.

Yoongi was ecstatic for the rest of the day.

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Tuesday night was date night with Hoseok. No, Tuesday was a date day with Hoseok. From the moment he woke up to the one he fell asleep, this day belonging to Hoseok and himself always caressed the back of his mind. Reminded him tenderly of who he’ll belong on this day and to not let his attention stray on a person that wasn’t Hoseok. It was a request Yoongi hardly found difficult. Because Hoseok had been so distant lately, Yoongi refused to share him with anyone else, especially not on their day.

So. Tuesday. Date day, date night, waking up curled in a tight ball and Hoseok’s front tightly pressed to his back. Yoongi let out a blissful sigh, lashes fluttering like butterflies’ wings in a half attempt at falling back asleep; staying in this half-dream. The toned body behind him moved. Yoongi found himself spooned harder by Hoseok, and his neck attacked by a flurry of light kisses. He giggled, and felt Hoseok smile on the skin of his neck. “Time to get up, little one.”

Oh, this. Hoseok always, always did this. Yoongi was still in the dark as to whether the man realized it. For, on his part, he had only recently gotten aware of those little things. Small words, sentences, placed here and there like a breeze coming and going. Ruffling something in Yoongi’s chest, a cotton sweet feeling he had gotten used to. Hoseok’s orders. Not—not as strict or unpleasant as the words might sound like. More in the same page as…instructions. Firm, assured nudging in a certain direction that wouldn’t accept a no for an answer. But would only result in intense tickling and raspberries blown on the skin of his belly if he ever decided to be a brat about it.

“Okie,” he whispered, gripped Hoseok’s arms and turned around in his embrace to hug him tight. The man laughed, loud and warm, and oh, blessing.

Yoongi rarely felt like disobeying. It had always been here, this need to say yes and follow whatever instruction Hoseok gave him. The man knew what he was doing, and there was this aura around him that just…just made Yoongi crumble. Melt, heart fluttering and childish shards awakening from the slumber put in when they became bangtan. His Joonie was the leader, and as such—after having been with him the longest and the two of them coming in a pair, it was a given that Yoongi would do everything to lighten the burden on the man’s shoulders. As Namjoon tattled on this one time at a fanmeet—Yoongi was childish. He was a baby inside. Silly mimics out of the blue, need to be cherished and taken care of kind of baby.

Hoseok he—he made all of that come to the surface. Especially when he did things like that. Give him instructions. Reasonable ones, but instructions nonetheless. Warm, all candied and harmless but so distinctly Hoseok, it made Yoongi fluff up in all sorts of ways.

“There, how about those shorts? You look cute in those,” Hoseok sang, waving cutely the pastel yellow clothe in front of Yoongi’s sleepy gaze. He had wandered away after helping the older man sit up, fluffing the blankets around him and planting another kiss on his cheek. They were all aware that Yoongi dealt terribly with the cold. And it had become second instinct for all of them to never let him exposed to the morning’s cold breeze. For that, Yoongi was immensely grateful.

All around—he was simply grateful for those men. For Hoseok’s caring everyday habits and the space he put him in without even realizing what he was doing. “I’d like that,” Yoongi whispered. Played with a corner of his blanket, throwing hesitant, sleepy looks Hoseok’s way before crawling down on the man’s lap to hug him tight around his shoulders. “thank you, Seokie.”

Hoseok squealed; and proceeded to mess up the outfit he carefully put together in favor of throwing Yoongi to the bed and mess him up.

Yoongi would be a fool to protest.

Later on, in their favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant when Hoseok ordered his food for him, Yoongi positively beamed with happiness. Hoseok most certainly had no idea of what brought up this sudden surge of giddiness in Yoongi—but the hand on his thigh and the searing kiss on his lips informed Yoongi the man was quite content, anyway.

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Namjoon was a big baby. Scratch that, they all were. Yoongi was pretty sure they should be named Babytan sonyeondan or something. Well. Jungkook would be upset and throw a fit, quickly joined by Jimin and Taehyung for obvious reasons and Jin cackling in the background while Hoseok and Namjoon would try to calm them down. Still. Namjoon was a baby. A gentle soul, kind baby. And as such—it was always surprising and always left Yoongi quite startled, dazed, when the man acted…dominant. Not a macho, extreme kind of dominant that jumped to the front of the mind when confronted with the word. Just…dominant. Casually.

He was the kind of man that would apologize for simply breathing. Careful around people, mindful of their mood and too many times disregarding his owns. He knows it, sees it, acknowledges it and tries to work around that. Because he’s sensible like that. And so, the thought of Namjoon being dominant had never ever brushed Yoongi’s mind.

Here’s the thing—Namjoon kind of was.

There were no turning points, no gasps and wide eyes and ‘oh my God he’s—’ no, no. Namjoon was soft. A baby with Einstein’s brains and a love for small animals stronger than Snow White’s. A love for anything small, really. A love for carefully handling all things and people that were small. Eight years ago, yesterday, to this day, he had never changed. First in line to take charge, to take care, to catch Yoongi’s gaze and gauge whether he was okay, sad, or anxious.

He always checked. Reassuring hands descending gently on Yoongi’s shoulders; stirring him in a direction or another, or simply staying there. Brushing their arms together, breezy caresses louder than any words. Namjoon was here, Namjoon had him, and Namjoon wasn’t letting go anytime soon. It was a sweet possession. Namjoon possessed Yoongi, and gentle soul as the man was, his possession was sweet. Soft, barely controlling, the perfect shade of firm that made Yoongi relax and ushered him into being good. Yoongi was always a good boy. But with Namjoon, oh, it was second nature. He helped the man into keeping their family sturdy, tightly connected with each other; shared tips and advices like the hyung he loved to be, but in other areas?

Namjoon treated him like a little boy.

He didn’t bettitle him, oh goodness gracious, never. But it was—

It was like this afternoon, this instant. It was Namjoon’s hand on his back. Guiding, leading him to this one cat coffee like it was Yoongi’s first time—even if they had visited the place at least a hundred times. His large, warm hand so firm and, and Namjoon. The touch burned through Yoongi’s layers of clothing and left him deliciously pink; the skin of his back like burned, in the best way possible. It was Namjoon paying for him, without a second thought, like doing otherwise would be nothing short of far-fetched, like the thought hadn’t even knocked at his list of choices.

And after years of going through the same ordeals, Yoongi stopped protesting. Stopped pouting and stomping his foot in offense—it only got him a coo and a cheek pinch if he was lucky. He stopped, got used to it, and barely thought about this dominant strike of Namjoon; so subtle and evident like the sun in the sky one would never question it.

Yoongi stopped protesting.

…Because he liked it.

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Jimin is one peculiar being. There are many, many words one would use to describe this man. Some complete opposites of the characteristics that define him; an intricate and thrilling mix of sun, moon, stars, crepuscule and daylight. He’s all of that and more. And it doesn’t come out bad, doesn’t come out confusing and heart-wrench inducing or frustration brewing. It’s, he’s…Jimin he…See, he’s terribly simple yet tortuous to understand. It’s not unpleasant. Surprising, head-tilting kind of layered man. Jimin is—ah, to Yoongi, Jimin is one peculiar being.

You’d never be able to manhandle him around without the situation being reversed seconds later while a saccharine sweet smile painted his full lips. He’s candy grins and starlight eyes, waving all cheer and sweetness power two oversized overalls—”do you like it, hyung? now we’ll match!” and it’s not just that he’s cute, but there’s something about engaged gaze and no-nonsense corner of his grin that doesn’t let Yoongi say no. He’s never forced, oh goodness no, Jimin’s not like that…! He was and breathed in plain sight yet unseen mist, the aura of someone you couldn’t refuse anything. You couldn’t do anything to Jimin—that was his thing, he controlled the game, and was a god at keeping you in the dark. At making you feel like you were leading the game.

When really, he had already predicted the outcome.

Yoongi had stopped fighting a long, long time ago. He knew which battles to take, and getting in the way of Jimin’s mischievous mind wasn’t one of them. And so, he’d become so used to this man’s mannerisms, he wouldn’t think twice about a behavior one would call, ah—

domineering.

Today…today, they match. Jimin’s jumping from one foot to another, bag already on his back; perfect twin in those adorable overalls Yoongi wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing because his reputation, bitch. But, but Jimin happened and—and yeah. Matching white pink overalls. It’s, well…okay. Yoongi could do with that.

(You didn’t hear that from him, but he actually enjoyed wearing those clothes. Rappers aren’t cute, but Min Yoongi sure as hell is.)

“Ah…hyung I just remembered, our schedule’s clear next week. We should visit my mom, what do you think? She loves you.”

Yoongi chokes on his water. Waves a hand at Jimin’s panicked startle and tries to breathe again. Which he manages, but up there in his head? He’s still choking. Jimin’s mom is adorable. Really, she is. But sometimes—it’s like she forgets that Yoongi is, in fact, a man. And that no, men can’t bear life and give her many grandchildren as cute as her son and her son in law. Yoongi’s not even married to Jimin for God’s sake.

His expression must be strange, because Jimin smiles sickly sweet. Smiles perfect class-President that only wants what’s good for you. Friendly like the change between spring and summer. But it’s firm. “Yoongi-yah. Come here.”

Yoongi doesn’t quite whimper. He’s a strong, fire spitting badass man; he doesn’t do whimpering. He can’t even pretend to be offended at Jimin’s lack of honorifics, his tone isn’t disrespectful. Just kind of…overpowering. He tries to play it off, presses his hand on his cheek and resists following Jimin’s light order for a total of two seconds. In the end—he’s compelled to it. Can’t help himself. It’s nonsense but ultimately he finds himself shuffling toward the man with a frown. Or a pout. Whatever. “What am I? A dog?”

Jimin—Jimin simply smiles. “No, you’re a good boy. The best one.” And this…This is coming from Jimin. Jimin, always on his top behavior, hoarding compliments like a dragon would with gold. Yoongi feels his cheeks warm up, and he looks away. But Jimin ducks down, gorgeous close-lipped grin all up in his space. He’s…he’s always like that. Does stuffs like that, all steely, but not in a bad way. Then it immediately smoothes out into something soft and fruity; you wouldn’t even notice the difference, left blinking and flustered—

In any case…

(He never failed to make Yoongi feel like the best boy in the entire world.)

…………………………………………………::::

Taehyung’s sweet.

He’s sweet. Daisy sweet, gentle breeze in the beginning of Autumn sweet. He’s not sugary sweet. Kind of a far away guy, le petit prince, only more confident, precious. Sweet aloof, a little cloud. Hard to grasp, yet so close, so accessible, humble man who only wants to do good and thrives when making the people close to him happy. He’s sweet, and it’s natural, it’s like breathing. Smooth, easy, sand sliding between fingers and water washing everything away. He’s sweet, it’s simple.

Yet it leaves you in awe.

Taehyung takes care. Takes care of himself, because he knows it’s important, but takes care of others more. Takes care without saying anything, won’t deny it when called out on it. Won’t stay silent and pretend it wasn’t him, like shy, tsundere Yoongi used to do and struggles not to anymore. Taehyung’s a man with the best parts of what only children possess. The pure-hearted parts, the candid and warm parts, sun out and soothing instead of burning; love etched in his grins and the darling way he looks at people. Taehyung’s sweet; pure sweetness in clothes of summer happiness and guardian angel in human’s skin. Yoongi feels the safest in his arms. Sleeps like a baby, undisturbed and at ease, because it’s Taehyung.

Flowing ocean, gestures and words like the wind. Actions, too. This ease Taehyung has rolling off his every cell, it’s everywhere. Ease to show his love, in sentences, and in touches too. Unbothered, head tilted or held high, turmoil keeping him prisoner for an oh so little amount of time. Freeing him soon enough, restraints off, forgotten, and wings spread wide. Taehyung does, and to hell if someone has anything to say about it. Taehyung touches, and his band mates love it, but Yoongi recoils.

In the beginnings of their story, he runs.

Hates his personal space invaded, doesn’t like strangers getting too close, even though he’s destined to keep them close somewhere in the future. Because he’s scared—to be hurt, to be disappointed, to be a disappointment. Yoongi hated how close Taehyung got. How touchy. Personal. It didn’t last. Because they were made to be. Taehyung has home in the drawl of his voice and adoration in the way he cradles Yoongi in his arms. It’s impossible to not fall. To not let his heart fall open, push away his insecurities and fears long enough for Taehyung to show him he was inoffensive. Now…now Yoongi craves those touches. Craves Taehyung.

Now, the only way Yoongi runs is straight into Taehyung’s arms.

Always gets embraced tight in return. Secure tight, I got you tight. Hugs in the dark and a forever kind of tight. Taehyung’s touch is a gorgeous medley of all the words around assured, painted fearless, colored easy. This same flowing water in the eagerness he has expressing himself. Intent eyes, hopeful, shining with the need to make his interlocutor understand. Images-like words, so that you could feel what he was trying to say. Soft, never in a rush, raw Taehyung. Taehyung touches like that. Raw, yet soft. An arm around Yoongi’s shoulder, careful, but here to stay. Sliding and gliding on his skin, so warm it burns through Yoongi’s clothes. Leaves him putty and melting in Taehyung’s side. Lets an innocent gesture claim him. Lets Taehyung claim him. An arm around him. Large, long and delicate digits forming a hand, coming on Yoongi’s thigh. Squeezing, staying there.

Laying a claim. Owning, softly. Raw. This is mine. Blinking, innocent gaze, endeared smile, you’re mine, aren’t you, hyung?

(Of course Yoongi is.)

(Wouldn’t dream to be anything else but Taehyung’s.)

…………………………………………………::::

Jungkook’s quiet. Taking in everything kind of quiet. The form and art of it all, unlike any Yoongi has ever encountered. His colors—they’re a delight. A wonder. One carefully shielded by this same quietness. Far away silences, lost gaze, insistent eyes but motionless lips. Talking without saying anything. Wanting to, sometimes not; doubt or something else? Yoongi rarely knows. Jungkook is…quiet. He’s a whole mess, oh, of that Yoongi’s sure. A mischievous, competitive mess who’s always—striving. What for? Yoongi doesn’t always know that either. Crinkling corners of doe eyes, bright face and beaming smile; lot of teeth, but it’s gorgeous, and amidst all that, Jungkook’s quiet.

Quiet. The quietest. Sole guardian of what dances inside his mind. Quiet guardian.

His voice is quiet too. He talks…softly. Used to be so tentative in the beginnings, squirming and not quite looking into anyone’s eyes, Yoongi feared the boy had been scared of him. A lot of people had been scared of him. Some sort of corridors noises and silly misunderstandings; painting Yoongi grey, painting Yoongi mean. Scary. He wasn’t scary. Quiet, observing Jungkook doesn’t outright say so. Shuffling on his feet, dancing around, for some days only. Uncertain drowning days at the start of it all, when they were all tiny and excited and so so scared.

For some days only. And then, Jungkook had been on him. Stalked around his body, his being—like a predator would with a pray. Then pounced.

Quiet, graceful, deadly.

The uncertain mumbles became assured not-quite orders. Tentative touches turned solid gold, bold and delectable. Desire acted one. Heavy yet delicate hands on his shoulders, stirring him there, no hints of doubt; Like Jungkook had the God-given right to manhandle Yoongi just the way he liked without any consequences to abat, following his actions.

(For reasons. Yoongi never said anything. Stayed quiet, mousy quiet, do whatever you want to me quiet.)

Jungkook—Jungkook acting dominant toward him wasn’t a subtle whisper. Didn’t creep on him and mingled with his blood like it had with the other men. It was swift, out of the blue, bold and fearless. A continuous string of territory being marked, of Yoongi blinking, lost; and a pleased Jungkook hovering in his space. All over him, his hands on him, his voice close to his ear, his everything flush to Yoongi.

It’s lingering hand holding and grazes more like tickling fire. Knowing that the moment he stands or sits beside Jungkook, it would only be a matter of time before the younger man would be touching him. Unconsciously, or not. Looking at him straight in the eyes, or gaze wandering on something only him seems to know. But touching Yoongi. Always. Like—like their simple proximity made it impossible for Jungkook to keep his hands to himself.

It’s a year, two, three, four. Yoongi feels weak. Feels smaller, because Jungkook grew bigger. Can’t tell the handsy man away, whipped as he is, melted candy in Jungkook’s strong hold. Submitting wordlessly, willingly,

(shamefully, sometimes.)

He’s all red shame, tonight again. Red embarrassed, red flustered. Minutes ticking after three in the morning, wishing desperately for his usual sleepiness to come and save him—but it doesn’t, and Yoongi’s red endeared. Flush to Jungkook’s chest; curled body braked by two strong thighs and shivers frazzling his skin every time Jungkook’s hands travel farther under his shirt to tease his sensitive nipples. Come back down to poke at his sides. Searching, for hours now, wanting. Yoongi breathes soft adoration and lets his hands grip Jungkook’s-fabric covered knees. “Hyung…hyung, look at me.” Jungkook’s voice’s kinda broken. Kinda hot. Gone to the whims of his usual quietness and the simple contentment they cocooned themselves in all night along. It’s warm and it’s tingly, endearing, mouth-watering.

Yoongi would have probably obeyed sooner or later. No, not “probably”. He would have done it. Jungkook’s quiet when his hand travels upwards. Draws Yoongi’s skin, reverent, before stopping at his neck. His face. Tilting his chin, not forceful—just…sweetly demanding. Yoongi melts into their kiss, wishing he could disappear in Jungkook’s hold.

Stay here and safe and protected and Jungkook’s.

[praphit]

Captain Marvel: I dream of Breezy

People, the time has come!

Ever since we saw Nick Fury sending out a message at the end of "Infinity War", we've been waiting... which in the moment seemed out of place. The world is literally disappearing before our eyes, The Avengers took a big L, and Nick Fury decides to... what? pull out some high-tech weapon to save the day? - no. Pull out some type of device that will save himself from disappearing? - no. But, he's got time to take a selfie or tell his women "bye" - or so I thought. He was actually sending a message to the mysterious (at the time) Captain Marvel!

BOOM!

Brie Larson, who plays CM, was always hanging out at Marvel events, and we finally figured out why. It was strange at some of these events tho... like the Black Panther Party - all of these people from Wakanda -

- and then there's Brie Larson.

And they're like "What the hell, woman?! Why are you here?!"

But, now we KNOW! - she's Captain Marvel!

SPLADOW

- and she's going to play a huge role in saving the day. Then, we found out that she's getting her own movie, and it's about damned time it has arrived.

I had a dream about Brie the night before this movie's release. She was sitting on the couch, and was upset about something. She also had... well, maybe she was pregnant... or she had a beer gut. But, in this dream, I remember feeling a deep love for Brie, so even if it was a beer gut, it didn't matter to me. It would also mean tht she's passionate about beer, which I am as well:)

I don't know if we were a couple, or if she was the other woman, or if I was the other man... or if I was trapped in the friend zone, and thought I'd use this time of her being upset to break free and into her arms... Who knows?? I also don't know what she was upset about. But, towards the end of the dream, I was on the couch with her, giving her a hug:) - she let me, so I know she wasn't upset at me. I woke up and shouted "Brie!" And within seconds, I realized it was all a dream... or was it? Maybe she's my wife in another dimension. We'll solve that mystery later, it felt real as hell tho.

Anyway! We have Brie as Capt M. We also have a digitally young Sam L Jackson!

Before the brooding, the scars, the all black uniform, the badass eye patch, and him demanding to know what's in my wallet, he was a young pup of a detective, who loves cats apparently. I was excited to see more of his story.

Jude Law is also in this movie. He's rockin that look when you're losing your hair, but you jell it up a bit to look like you're still young and hip. Some people can pull off the look, but it's always the beginning of mid-life crisis. Whenever I see people walking down the street with that look, I always tell them that I'm praying for them.

When was Jude's last big movie? I ask because Jude is supposed to be a big star right?? - or at least he was. Yet I never see him at any Marvel parties. Is he not invited? Why don't they like Jude? "Jude" is such a cool name. I'd want him at the party, so I could say things like "You know JUUUDE'S going to be here." and "Excuse me, but I need to go speak with JUUUDE." Why don't they want him there? Is it because of his mid-life crisis? I have a feeling that when rich, famous, white men go through their mid-life crisis that it's ten times worse than other non-those things people. Anyway, yet another mystery to solve.

Djimon Hounsou is up in there as well - I feel like he never gets enough credit for being in everything. And Ben Mendelsohn, who's frickin awesome as a villainous character.

We've got a great cast, some kick ass special effects (which btw they put their budget to good use - the bg's and fight scenes were dope), AND we got the 90's going on! We saw from the trailer that Capt Marvel smash-lands through the roof of a BlockBuster Video store. Memories, am I right?? Some of you are prob too young to remember the pain of renting a DVD season. I remember trying to rent epi's 3 & 4 or something, but they might only have 1 & 2 and 5-10. I'd have to search around at other BlockBuster's (especially if I promised a lovely lady on a date that we'd watch a certain episode when we got home) or say "eff it!" and watch it out of order. I used flirt with the clerks to ensure they'd lmk when the epi's I needed were in. Turnin BlockBuster tricks for episodes... the 90's were rough. The movie takes you down a fun lane of memories, if you remember those days tho.

In the midst of nostalgia Capt Marvel is snatched away from her successful life as a pilot, taken to space where she is made into the Capt Marvel that we come to know, finds herself back to earth to hang out with Sam L while piecing together the memories of her past, all while a war is going on with a shape-shifting alien race called "Skrulls"

 - they kinda look like Yoda's people.

Ooo! maybe tht's another mystery! It would fit too, because a lot of this movie feels like Star Wars - like Star Wars meets a 90's buddy cop sitcom.

I enjoyed the movie. I had a fun time with it. There are some compaints out there: Some wanted this movie to be deeper in story. Some wanted this movie to be more soaked in serious feminism. Some wanted this movie to be less soaked in general feminism. Some were bothered by Brie Larson, believing that she's too stoic in her delivery.

Um... I don't understand the complaints about feminism (on either side). If you are looking for the feminism, it's def there. BUT, if you simply want to enjoy a movie without too much serious world stuff in it, that's def there too. You'll see or not see whatever you want, I guess. I would compare this movie more to "Ant-Man" in tone. Not as goofy, but it stays fun and light.

Now, it definitely could have been a deeper movie - CM is kidnapped, violated, and lied to - but Marvel ain't dumb - they don't want THAT to be the kid's first impression of her - that might effect sales. Besides, we don't always have to be so serious and tense all of the time.

Ex. In Ant-Man, he always goes big at some point and ends up crushing people's property, and probably crushing people around him as well - we don't talk about that. And what about his manipulation of those ants?! When you think about it, that shit ain't right! But, we don't need to talk about it:)

And I'm of course going to defend my wife from another dimension (Breezy). A lot of her personality is implied from the flashbacks, but we see she's snarky, fun, and a bit of a loose canon. I understand to a degree what people are saying, but I think the blame goes more to the writers than Brie. Also, the fact that there's non-stop war going on throughout the movie, so there's not a whole lot of down time to get to know her in depth.

The writing to me, is the biggest flaw of this movie: The villainous character that Ben Mendelsohn plays brilliantly is inconsistent. In the beginning of the movie, he's no-nonsense "We need to kill her and anyone who gets in our way". Then, later on, it's like he joins in the 90's buddy cop sitcom fun. He's crackin jokes and talkin shit - which btw (and I admit this is a nitpick) how does he know how to use slang and idioms, if he'd never been to the planet before? I also have other questions about shape-shifting - like... they can change into whomever they see, but... how do they get the details right? - or do they? Let's say somebody has a third nipple and a bad case of athlete's foot... how could they get those deets down? or even the voice - how do they copy your insides? And how do they copy your mind enough to fool people? I'm getting way too deep into this, I suppose... more mysteries smh.

Can you imagine if we all had the ability to copy one another?? Which takes identity theft to a ho nova level. Also sexual harassment... I mean let's say you wanted to feel what Chris Hemsworth's butt felt like.... you kinda could whenever you wanted to. Like I said, we don't need to go deep with everything:)

The writing is also too quick; the whole movie is - we don't get to know much more about Fury or any of the characters really - especially CM. At the end of the movie, I found myself not being invested enough in Capt to care if a sequel is made. I mean, I care if my wife from another dimension gets more of that Marvel money, but that's something different. There's also a part in the movie when she realizes she has been lied to... she gets over this very quickly. Most of us with that type of power would have went on a drunken rampage, but she just throws a slight tizzy, and moves on to kick butt. It would have been a great time to show some human traits that would have helped us relate to this character.

I also fear that they might run into the prob they run into with Superman. Supe is sooooo powerful and he doesn't have many flaws. It's flaws that draw us to characters as much as anything. We didn't get enough of the human side of CM. BUT, all in all (like I said), I enjoyed the film. But, I didn't have any expectations going in. I think if you go in like that, you'll be satisfied.

Grade: B

I wonder if Brie had a dream about me as well. I wonder if she's blogging about some lovable, praphitic... and sexy black man whom she feels like she had a loving life with, but then woke up. She's probably telling someone right now "I was preggo with his beer child (idk what that is, but it's another dimension - diff rules) and he was about to comfort cuz I was upset over stubbing my toe." That's prob all it was right?? I guess we'll never know:)

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If the share price of Nike falls below $95 during this period, he can sell his shares to me at the agreed price of $95. In this example, he has paid me $1 for this insurance. I might then go out and buy a re-insurance policy for $0. 2 and protect myself at $90 (10% below the market). This way, if the share price tanks 20%, then I had to buy the shares at $95. BUT my downside is protected as I can sell out of the same stocks at $90. After the two weeks, if the insurance policies all expire worthless because the Nike share price is still above $95, then I�ve made 80cents ($1 I received initially, minus the $0. 2 I paid for re-insurance). Unlike trading stocks where you need the price to go up to profit, I make money if the stock price rises, stays the same, or goes lower by not too much. If you put on ten such trades, each with a 90% probability of profit, then you can expect nine of them to close profitably with just one being unprofitable. The icing on the cake is that it�s not the end of the story for that one trade that didn�t work out. There�s a lot you can do to �repair� and make it profitable once again. One of the main concepts in trading options is �rolling,� and it�s something I had to learn when the market dropped significantly enough to put most of my trades underwater, just a month into trading. All rolling means is pushing forward the period of the options expiration date further out in time. You achieve this by buying back the options contract you sold and then selling another contract in the same name, further out in time. The beauty is you even earn extra income while doing it. I can best illustrate this with a real trade I recently closed (obviously cherry-picked):On Feb 12th this year, a week before the market started it�s COVID-19 free fall, the SMH Vaneck Semiconductor ETF was trading at $150. I sold a put option for March 6 expiry at $140 and received $100 of premium/income. Of course, the market tanked, and the trade was underwater. I, therefore, kept rolling the trade further out in time until the price recovered. On June 5th, I was able to close it finally for a profit of $500, much more then my initial premium received. The reason for the increased profit was because as the share price dropped, volatility had a massive spike. And when volatility is higher, the premium received for selling options increases, thereby allowing me to collect extra premium on each roll. The above is a chart of the name during the period I had the trade on. The green line is the $140 strike price I sold the put option/insurance contract at and so the trade was underwater the entire time it was below that line. What�s worth mentioning is, I�m trading options in the same names over and over again. I have a list of stocks and ETFs I�d be happy to own outright and hold for years. And I only trade options in these stocks. The reason is simple. I can sleep at night even when the trade is underwater, as I�m confident the share price will eventually recover. In the example above with the Semiconductor ETF, I decided to start a position in the name because I believe in the increasing demand for semiconductor chips in computers and smartphones globally.

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- who wouldnt tbh he had everything a girl would want HIS SMILE FOR EXAMPLE SMDKJS

- but either you were a great actress or daniels just dumb af lmao

- he never knew about your feelings

- instead he liked another girl seoeun or so he thought

- which happened to be your enemy RIP

- seoeun so happened to like daniel too drama i love

- anyways you were good friends with his bff seongwoo

- well you trusted ong so you told him every single shit in your life

- even about daniel

- and ong knew about daniels crush on seoeun

- well ong didnt like seoeun anyways

- sOoO he pushed you to confess your feelings to daniel

- being such an adventurous and confident person, you decided to LMAO

- you used your non existent pocket money to get his favourite jellies

- so early next morning, acting like a lovestruck thief, at 6am you were really into daniel to give up your precious sleep i applaud you slipped a few bags of his favourite jellies and a letter in his locker

- then you quickly ran away faster than lightning (track and field never failed you after all :’) )

- and you were just waiting for daniel to come to class and say the three holy words AAAH

- but life decided to play a big joke on you

- SIKE

- you didnt write your name on the letter or on the jellies packaging what a fool you were

- so daniel assumed it was seoeun who confessed

- and so your half asleep soul was awakened and greeted by daniel confessing to seoeun

- and ofc seoeun had no idea what daniel was talking about, but ohwell a chance is a chance so she pretended smh

- tanananana ! they became the cc (campus couple) in no time

- when they kissed in joy which so happened to be right in front of you your legs gave up on you, heart broken into many many pieces as many as jisungs numerous expressions HAHHAHAA

- ong saw this ofc

- and gUESS wHAt

- ong liked you

- i mean u were as hilarious as him

- yall were basically couple goals if daniel didnt exist

- but ong knew you liked daniel a lot so he wanted to confront daniel

- give him a waking up or two

- but daniel looked so happy and you didnt want to ruin his happiness

- besides you didnt even know if he liked you

- you decided to let him be a happy puppy and let it be

- just that you hated seoeun 9394828383 times more

- and so time passed and you were literally crumbling into pieces

- you werent sleeping well , eating well , your grades was dropping as fast as jumping down the empire state building to the ground

- you were also skipping a lot of classes sigh

- even literature which was your favorute subject :(

- so you decided to take a small healing trip to jeju, therefore you were packing your locker and all the useless textbooks

- while you were packing, you came across the varsity jacket that daniel gave you when he won his first ever game

- unable to control tour emotions, your tears soon started falling

- however, daniel noticed you were acting strangely these weeks

- and being the ever kind person he is, he constantly asked if you were okay

- which made you even more miserable

- so you tried to igNoRE hIM as much as possible what a bad move tho

- which made daniel sad

- in fact his heart throbbed whenever he saw you avoiding him in the hallways or anywhere

- also he somehow got super jealous whenever he saw you eating lunch with seongwoo or even hanging out with him

- like he would be full-on anger mood

- also he couldnt really focus on seoeun that much

- like his heart wasnt beating as fast when he had skinship w seoeun as compared to when he saw you ??

- aaaaaaand finally ong just couldnt stand it anymore

- it broke his heart to see you in this state really

- so he dragged daniel away to the rooftop

- yaknow try to make daniel realise he liked you

- shit happened and well, the end product was:

- daniel realised he really really liked you

- screw that

- he loved you

- and so when he learned that you were flying away to pretty lil jejudo because of him

* he ran as fast as the horse in burn it up lol

* never once had he been grateful to football as compared to now

- leaving ong alone at the rooftop what a loyal friend ugh my heart is shaking

- as you were preparing to carry the huge ass box of useless shit back home

- you were stopped by someone backhugging you

- you knew the smell all too well

- it was none other than the smell of the holy kANG dANIEL

- the box you were carrying dropped from the shock rip your efforts 

- daniel turned your body around and you two met eyes

- can i just say sweating panting daniel is just so hot WHOOPS

- he took your smol lil face into his big ass hands

- literally squashed your face

- and finally KISSED YOU DNNSNSNABSS

- just a light kiss honestly, he didnt know how you would react to it 

- but his lips were so soft and warm

- so kissable mmmm 

- you were oh so surprised but highkey elated glad delighted happy exhilarated overjoyed

- cue all the happy words in every language

- YOU WERE FINALLY KISSING GODDANIEL XNSNNDNSS

- your insides were screaming

- when he pulled you away he immediately hugged you tightly, “im sorry i mistook your confession for seoeuns, i shouldve checked who it was instead of assuming, forgive me please?”

- well with his puppy eyes you couldnt say no anyways so you simply nodded your head, still giddy from what just happened 

- sUDdenLy seongwoo and daniels friends came out of nowhere and cheered for the both of you 

- you burst out in laughter, so happy that you were finally dating daniel 

- while sEOEUN stood far way, furious at what was hapening

- she marched up to daniel and you, wanting to confront you and honestly kick your ass 

- but daniel just held her by the arms in time, preventing from her getting to you 

- “lets break up, seoeun. i dont love you anymore, wait i actually never did”

- seoeun immediately begged daniel not to break up with her, clinging on to his arms 

- but woojin and jihoon pulled her away from daniels arms and told her to get lost, far away from daniel 

- daniel embraced you once more, content that he was dating his loved one at last

- “i love you, y/n” he whispered as he kissed your head gently 

- “love you too” you replied, snuggling into his chest 

- the end

[overly-analogical]

Can Lying Be Good Analysis

SPOILERS

• When Deceit shows up Thomas is very startled. He reacts much the way he used to react when Anxiety popped up. He does not know it’s not Morality but he is suddenly scared. I’m not sure this means anything other than Deceit doesn’t announce himself like Patton does but I think it’s worth noting.

• He also says “Papa’s in the House” which while he doesn’t realize it’s untrue, it’s untrue.

• “Guess who has ten fingers and is very confused? This guy! Heh heh I’m silly like that.” Liar liar pants on fire. He’s not confused or sill and he’s certainly not Patton.

• Roman immediately apologizes to Virgil for calling him Charlie frown, he’s doing so well.

• “Oh good, Logan, everyone’s favorite character!” GUYS MY HEART!!! He says this cause it’s a lie. This is one of his insults that’s backhanded because of who he is and Logan is honestly pleased by this and thinks it’s a genuine compliment. Ouch.

• In loo of Patton Virgil is the moral compass. He’s the one telling Thomas not to lie to Joan cause it’s wrong, Logan is indifferent, Roman wants to lie.

• also can we just? We had a Virgil went missing episode, then a Logan went missing episode, then a Morality (secretly) went missing episode. Is Roman next?

• “Well you’ll have no trouble at all explaining that to them.” Is this a lie? Does he believe it? Can he tell truths? It’s about the future so can it be considered a lie or a truth or is that a gray area.

• Virgil is displeased

•F WORD FACE guys HELP I’m dying that’s hilarious

• Logan’s wise eyes and soft Ooooh when he realizes Thomas wants to lie. He doesn’t tell Thomas it’s wrong, he knows that’s not his job, but he is surprised and doesn’t seem happy about it.

• So I looked into Kant some. The story is actually from Kant and not Plato. Kant believed that Morality is based in reason. It’s trying to do the right thing for the sake of doing the right thing, and not as a means to achieve an end that benefits you or others. Saving your friend is what most of us would view is the right thing, but according to Kant, the result of your actions don’t make them right if they would be wrong in other circumstances. Morality is based on reason and truth not lies and manipulation. Interestingly though many people believe that according to Kant’s philosophy you simply could not lie to the murderer, so if you were to say “I will not tell you that because I want to protect this person and I believe you will kill them” then that is not a lie, that is the truth. You are not manipulating their reality, or using them as a means to accomplish your ends. I think Deceit knew all of this but he left it out. I this was a lie of omission.

• I also find it very interesting that it was Kant that Thomas and Joan chose because Kant believes all Morality is based in reason, also known as Logic. I’ll make a separate post for this though cause I want to really get into that on its own.

• Deceit’s rant about Kant is in direct opposition to Patton’s short and factually incorrect statement about Plato and that speaks volumes about them as characters. Deceit usesfancy names and technicalities to manipulate the others while Patton finds the content of the story is more important to his point, and then makes jokes about eating play dough.

• Logan is impressed but also confused. I think he suspects something is off at this point.

• “Well I’m Morality I gotta know my stuff.” No you’re not and that’s not his job anyway, another lie.

• “Impressed isn’t the word I’d use.” Virgil still thinks this is Patton and he’s really disappointed in his friend.

• “The point is many people think Kant is just a bit idealistic.” By this he means many people think Kant was an amoral piece of shit with no regard for the consequences of his actions. Do understatements count as lies?

• “Patton I thought you said Lying was wrong” “well it’s all about your priorities friendo. What’s more important to us, Joan’s feelings or honesty?” I once saw a post on here that said if somebody ever tells you you only have two choices, it’s a lie. It’s a lie and they want you to forget about the other choices. If somebody tells you you can have an apple or an orange they want you to forget you can have and apple or an orange, or both, or neither, or a banana. There’s never just two choices and deceit isn’t just deceit is manipulation.

• when Logan says “see I know things too.” He feels threatened when people know more than him.

• “I can’t lie to Joan.” “Detailed instructions of how to lie to Joan.” Me though.

• Roman breaking the fourth wall about the shapeshifting thing.

“Maybe if you’re considering lying to Joan you deserve to be punished.” Virgil is like. Harsh. He’s really protective of Thomas’s friends. Even from Thomas.

• “Strategy” for lying to Joan. I don’t think Logan can really like this but he’s respecting Thomas’ decisions anyway because hours not his job to ask question moral decisions.

• “DWI” “Driving While Intoxicated” guys I’m crying this is so funny I can’t

• Logan says no so soft and he looks at the back of the card before he tells Roman the real definition because he’s unsure and he’s scared of being wrong.

• “Aww Pwease! Right? You know how I love cartoons?” This an attempt to appear more like morality and assign a reason to take the job Roman really wants which real Patton wouldnt do.

• “you were a mistake” Roman wtf.

• “Doctor Who reference? Fantastic.” Clever and borders on word association. Nice.

• “Roman, that was a beautiful portrayal of a mother betrayed by her son.” It was terrible and Roman just let’s this snake man fool him. Smh.

• “Logan does Thomas have that information?” “No he doesn’t.” My serious son takes this serious question seriously.

• A homeless lady ate it.

• Let👋 Virgil👋 say👋fuck👋!!!!!! Kidding don’t ever.

• I will always find Logan teaching things extremely comforting. Logan is comforting. This is going to be a video I watch when I have a bad day because it has Logan teaching us things.

• “We should makes point to actually feed the homeless later” “totally” wow. He doesn’t agree at all. He doesn’t think they should try to feed the homeless he thinks they should just lie about feeding the homeless.

• Virgil: “what if mom found out”

Logan: “According to Romans portrayal probably some kind of betrayal driven disownment.”

Virgil: “WHAT?!?!?!?!?!”

This is funny because Logan I think is attempting to make a negative remark about Roman’s portrayal of Thomas’ mom but Virgil takes it very seriously and considers it as a real possibility because Logan said it and now he’s afraid.

• “Action! That’s not just for movies!” Maybe he can’t stop talking until he’s told a lie.

• Virgil’s booing.

• Virgil saying nice to the idea of working at hot topic

• “Drama Terg” Deceit does not once refer to any one of them as kiddo.

• Roman feels off after the Lying to get out of work scene and he looks to Patton hoping that, as morality, Patton will put a stop to all this, or reassure him. Deceit isn’t Patton so he doesn’t.

• Virgil is appalled Patton isn’t upset by this.

• Patton is pleased during the case scene.

• Roman announces he’s feeling icky. He’s bad at describing emotions and understanding them too I think. We get descriptions like “icky” or “Bittery Jittery and not very Glittery” when he’s upset.

• “Everyone knows where babies come from. Messenger Falcons.” An attempt at behaving like Patton or a lie for the sake of lying? It’s poorly executed if it’s a Patton imitation. Patton doesn’t believe he knows and he thinks “Storks are involved”, storks are not messenger falcons. No one in the history of the world has ever suggested messenger falcons deliver babies that’s preposterous.

• “And stopping again, Thomas I didn’t believe any of that.” A truth? Or was there a very small part he did believe.

• Roman gets really upset and puts this energy into freaking out over a soppy cup prop.

• Virgil is so ready to be done he completely misinterprets Roman.

• These nerds and their love of the classical arts poetry geeks logince someone write an au dammit.

• “Thomas, you don’t want to make Joan mad at you do you?” Manipulative bastard.

• “Could you stand to lose the support of one of Thomas’ friends?” Playing on Virgil’s insecurity that Thomas’ friends will leave them.

• can we just. Virgil. We’ve talked about Patton probably being scary when angry but not Virgil. We haven’t actually seen Virgil Angry up until now. Mildly annoyed? Concerned? Disappointed? Afraid? Yes. But not genuine anger. Here we see a glimpse and he’s holding back because it’s Patton. Never be on the wrong end of an angry Virgil he’ll kill you with one look.

• “Virgil? it’s me. Aren’t we friends?” “I’m not so sure we are.” I’m pretty sure he still thinks this is Patton. Which means this is a really powerful moment for Virgil. Patton was the first person to really value him in the mind palace and treat him as a friend and an equal. He considers Patton his best friend. This is Virgil, standing his ground even if it means giving up almost all the progress he’s made with the others to do the right thing. It takes great courage to stand up to ones enemies. And a great deal more to stand up to ones friends.

• Deceit realized no part of Thomas is going to budge and he gets desperate.

• “I know what I said, it doesn’t matter, in this situation it’s the right thing to do, period.” His voice starts to chance here it’s nasally.

• he practically shreiks “Yes”

• he drops the act and you can see it visibly the moment he gave up Thomas is such a good actor.

• “wow I’m so proud of you Thomas you’re so mature.” He doesn’t care if Thomas notices somethings off now.

• “I knew something was off” he knew something was off but not what was off. He really didn’t know that wasn’t Patton.

• Logan thinks it’s obvious he figured it out a while ago but didn’t say anything. Probably because he knew he couldn’t. Though he does try to say it here. I really wonder what point he figured it out.

• my sweet oblivious prince.

• “oooh I don’t know either Thomas you might not like what you find.” So Deceit lies to Thomas about himself to keep Thomas happy right? But here he doesn’t care about concealing himself and seems to be goading Thomas so he’ll ask. So he’s lashing out at Thomas because he’s angry Thomas didn’t go with his plan.

• Logan says Deceit much the same way he says Falsehood.

• “Did you just finish washing some dishes?” “Yesss” Deceit seems to take a lot of joy in this specific lie which I find very very funny.

• “Oh, you are, Thomas. You are a good person. Everybody says so.” Daaaaaaamn.

• The exchange between Logan and Deceit. I got chills.

• I am and always have been Patton muahahaha

• the other three are so done with his bs but Thomas is genuinely terrified

• okay but it would be an interesting idea if Deceit has been Morality the whole time. Awful and angsty, but interesting.

• “ow that Hurt, I mean that didn’t hurt me at all ow” he can tell truths, but does he have to tell lies?

• we’ll see him again and I’m looking forward to it. Every story needs a good old fashioned villain.

• Virgil is so happy to hear Patton’s dad jokes again he doesn’t hide his smiles.

• The eating play dough thing has me cracking up but especially the part where Logan was confused and he thought Patton meant he was eating the ancient and very dead philosopher Plato.

• Roman is adorable and he’s a knight and a hero I love him.

End of Analysis thanks for reading.