#anyway. i won't be at this meeting but i trust one of my coworkers to call bullshit as needed. but i'm still very anxious about it

[benoitblanc]

someone tell me to start packing my flight is in two days

[yangbbokari]

Skz As Toxic Cheating Men

Pairing: OT8/skz x fem!reader A.N.: Don't ask this just randomly came to mind

CHAN - Who'll make you believe that he's so kind-hearted but will do an entire 180 when he gets you where he wants you - Who'll victim blame all the time - "But, Baby... If you would have loved me more I wouldn't seek for it in other people." - Who'll coax you into forgiving him, which you do, and the cycle begins

MINHO - Who won't hesitate cheating on you from the start - You could be the other woman and wouldn't know - Who begs for you back and you forgive him each and every single time - Who your family doesn't approve of but they don't even know what's good for you, right? - (Or at least that's what Min told you) - Who makes sure you don't find out about the fling he's having with one of your friends right now - "Don't worry about her, baby. You're all I want."

CHANGBIN - Who is the most manipulative type - Who won't allow you to meet other people and you must be with him all the time - Who doesn't allow you to have any social media when you guys begin dating - Who always has your phone and limits your usage of it - Who claims its for your own safety because after all he has these muscles for a reason - Who will disappear after you fall asleep to hook up with a random girl - Who you'll wake up beside in the morning with kiss marks on his shirts collar but you choose to ignore it like you always do - "Why are you staring baby?"

HYUNJIN - Who breaks it to you softly just to do it again - Who promises you he's a changed man but we all know that's a lie(except you) - Who likes to string you along like a puppet - Who secretly deletes all the chats between you and any male relation because he can definitely cheat but you can't - Who tells you he does it for fun and will come back to you at the end of the day anyways - "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. It's not even that serious."

JISUNG - Who makes an entire scene when you confront him about it - Who refuses to admit to his adultery - Who in the end turns the entire situation on you - Who will purposefully send you explicit things that’s going on between him and his fling just to get you riled up - Who denies that that’s him in the video - Who basically tells you that you no longer satisfy him so it’s only fair that he finds it elsewhere - “I would never cheat and you know it. If I did then it must be because of you.”

FELIX - Who does it discreetly - Who tells his entire friend group and about the other woman and then “accidentally” sends you a text - Who proceeds to say the text wasn’t meant for you - Who gets violent when you ask him about it later on - Who slaps you across the face when he catches you searching his phone - Who threatens you he’ll break-up with you if you continue with your “nonsense” - “Why can’t you just trust me!? Never touch my phone again!”

SEUNGMIN - Who begins cheating and gets wary about you - Who will constantly cheat even in your own house - Who brings random girls at night when you’re working the night-shift - Who tells you it’s not him when your friend sends a picture of him kissing a girl at a bar - Who then begins questioning you - Who asks you if you’re the one cheating because cheaters are always worried about their partners cheating when deep down he knows he’s talking about himself - Who gets jealous when he sees you talking to a coworker - Who deletes all your male contacts and blocks them on your socials too - Who thinks you’re cheating on him too because it’s only right for you to be doing that or he wouldn’t be doing it to you - “I bet you’re fucking cheating on me! We all know you’re a fucking slut anyways!”

JEONGIN - Who claims that he just didn’t know it was wrong - Who uses his puppy eyes and says that he truly didn’t mean to - Who says it was the woman who seduced him and he’d never do that to you - Who claims he’ll never do it again - Who’s cheating on you the week after that - Who smiles at is phone like a teenager and says that its his sister when you ask - Who knows he’s caught in a lie when he says so since he only has brothers - Who begins crying hysterically and claiming that it’s just because he’s been so lonely when you’re gone - Who plays victim until you fall into his trap again - “But you love me, don’t you, noona? If you really love me you’ll forgive me, right?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N.: Y’all notice how each member’s got longer. Yeah I got a little carried away

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Image 1, Prompt 48 and Image 3, Prompt “Can we just exchange three words…” with Changbin please!! 🫶🫶

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "You make me want things I can't have."

"Can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me?"

Member: Seo Changbin

Relationship: Detective!FemReader x Serial Killer!Changbin

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of Crime Scenes, Blood, Murder, Guns, etc. (Nothing too graphic.)

"See you later, (L/N)."

You barely glance up from the evidence photos scattered across your desk as you wave your hand in the general direction of your partner's voice.

"See you tomorrow."

He hesitates at the threshold, hand on the main light switch, and you sense the pause, sighing as you finally glance up at him and meet his gaze with open resignation.

"What?"

"You're sure you want to stay? You're already way past overtime at this point. I could drive you home, we could maybe get a drink-" He hedges.

You look away from him to focus back on the cluttered desk. "I'm sure, Walker. Get out of here."

He sighs, but doesn't push anymore, flicking off the main lights, plunging the rest of the empty office into darkness as he steps out the door, leaving only your desk lamp lit.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Yep."

His footsteps fade away, and you move to the other side of your desk, head cocked, trying to get a different angle on the evidence spread before you.

Maybe if you just look at it differently-

The sound of a floor tile creaking-quiet and soft, probably barely noticeable to the untrained ear-sounds behind you, and without a second thought, you whirl, gun out and aimed steadily at the intruder.

Changbin appears from the shadows like a ghost, his hands up and a rueful sort of smirk already pulling at his lips.

"Can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me?"

You un-cock the gun and slide it back into your hip holster as he saunters over, leaning back on the desk as you keep a careful eye on his movements.

You might be allies of a sort, but you still don't trust the guy farther than you could throw him.

"Cutting it a little close this time, don't you think?" You remark, alluding to the fact that your partner just left, and he wouldn't be too thrilled to see the man standing in front of you in the middle of the dark detectives' office.

Changbin shrugs, leaning over beside you to scan his eyes over the mess on the desk, his arm brushing your own.

"I watched him get in his car and drive away, don't worry. Seemed pretty downcast though." He gives you a sidelong, knowing glance, the smirk widening on his lips as he eyes you. "What'd you do, mama, reject his pathetic attempts at flirting and stomp on his poor, bruised heart just for the fun of it?"

You ignore his jibe and turn to glance at the items on the desk, even though you can still feel his gaze on you.

"I'm not talking about my personal life with you."

Changbin chuckles, leaning back in beside you, a little closer than he needs to be, and his hand brushes yours as he picks up a particular polaroid of interest, studying it.

"Yeah, well, it's clear that you need a man who's got a little more backbone than that guy anyway."

You resist the urge to slide your gaze to him, and pick up a picture of your own, though you know it won't help. You've been over them dozens of times and nothing ever changes.

No magical clue pops out and you doubt it will at this point.

You're desperate, and that's why you'd contacted him in the first place.

"What, like you?" You retort back, arching your brow, as you finally meet his eyes, dark and volatile.

He grins, wild and feral, and it's not hard to imagine blood spatter on his face.

He leans in close, and you resist the urge to move an inch, holding your ground.

"Exactly like me."

"I don't date my coworkers." You reply back stiffly, voice cold and even. "Especially not the ones in the serial killer vein of things."

Changbin arches a brow and tilts his head, considering. "Funny, because you sure seem to rely on my help a lot more than your little, spineless partner."

You don't back down, refusing to give into his intimidation.

"That's all it is-help. We have a deal. And if you can't hold up your end, then you immediately lose my interest. You're no different than every other criminal in this city at that point-useless and not good for anything except padding and warming a cell."

Changbin's eyes spark dangerously, but then he tips his head back and laughs, wiping at his eyes as he turns once more to survey the mess covering your desk.

"All right, all right, mama. Message received. God, I love when you get scary." He gives you a sidelong, unhinged smirk. "Let's get down to business then."

He fingers one of the polaroid's, then moves on to inspect one of the bloodied, tattered pieces of garment in a plastic bag just above it, his face suddenly serious and thoughtful.

"You don't have anything?" He asks, as he leans over and narrows his gaze, glaring down at one of the evidence sheets.

"Nothing." You sigh, sinking into the desk chair, rubbing at your temples, a headache already forming. "We thought maybe we had a partial print at the first scene, but it turned up nothing."

"Mm." Changbin muses, deep in thought, sliding his hand across the desk to pick up the press release, his eyes scanning over the lines of print. "MO stays the same?"

"Yeah." You nod, reaching for another picture and tossing it across the desk to him. "Unsub tends to pick out weak, young victims-makes me think they don't have a lot of strength to work with themselves-isolates them, bashes their head in, and then desecrates the bodies before taking any useful identifiers from the scene."

Changbin looks up sharply at your words, his expression thoughtful. "Identifiers?"

"Yeah." You repeat again, motioning to the evidence bags splayed across the desk. "We're talking easily removed shit-jewelry, hair clips, clothing logos-"

You reach for another photo and hand it to him, ignoring the way your fingers brush as you do so.

"-Down to stuff that's a little more work-teeth, tattoos, birthmarks, fingerprints."

Changbin narrows his gaze on the picture you've just shown him. "So your guy is cutting out anything he doesn't want recognized and taking it with him."

"Seems so." You nod, sighing and running a finger along one of the manila folders. "Spark anything?"

Changbin pulls up a nearby chair and plops down into it, loosening his tie as he does so, and not for the first time, you find it odd how nice and neat he looks all the time.

He always shows up to your late night meetings dressed in slacks, a vest, tie, and shiny dress shoes, hair done and skin clean.

Of course, you've never seen him after a kill, but for a serial murderer, the guy cleans up kind of nice.

He flicks the photo back onto the desk with the others and leans back, a bright gleam in his dark eyes.

"Yeah. I think I know a couple people who can help us out. But-" He leans forward, tapping his pointer finger on one of the more grisly photos, and his lips curl into the start of one of his excited, feral grins. "-adjust your search, mama, because you're not looking for a man."

Your eyes widen at the possibility. "You think it's a woman."

"I know it's a woman." Changbin replies confidently, pointing to another photo and then another, staring you down, as if waiting for it to click. "A man isn't gonna have the patience to comb over a murder scene like that and remove all the necessary evidence. Not to mention, what fucking guy do you know that would think to remove the pins from the female victims' hair? We don't pay attention to that shit." He sits back, looking smug. "Nah, you're dealing with a woman, and an experienced one at that."

You consider his words, and something clicks firmly into place as you survey the evidence one last time.

Fuck, that's the angle you were looking for.

You sigh and glance across the desk to the man sitting across from you, watching you steadily.

"Okay. Get in touch with your contacts and signal me in a couple of days. We'll schedule another meet up."

"You're the boss." Changbin replies easily, sliding back the chair as he stands, stretching his arms above his head.

His biceps are fucking huge. He could probably strangle you in one easy go.

You wonder if that's part of his arsenal.

"You're staring again." His voice is low in your ear, breath warm on your cheek, and you resist every urge in your body to startle away from him.

Instead, you remain completely still, staring straight ahead.

"Just thinking about whether or not you prefer messy or clean methods when it comes to your victims." You reply back in a level tone offhandedly.

Changbin chuckles, the low sound a rumble in his chest, and you resist the urge to take a deeper breath and get a clearer scent on his cologne.

Something earthy and pine based if you had to guess.

His large hands come down on the arms of your chair, effectively caging you in.

"Depends." He answers back smoothly, voice low. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, mama, as long as I get something in return."

You glare at him sidelong, and try not to stare as he slowly wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, staring you down like you're a piece of steak waiting to be devoured.

"We have a deal. And it doesn't extend past a working relationship."

"Ah, but you do admit it's a relationship." Changbin purrs, manic grin firmly back in place, the warm, strong lines of his body pressing into your back.

"I admit I want to put a gun to your head more times than not when we're together." You grit out, clenching your hands in your lap so you don't do just that.

He could overpower you so easily right now, looming behind you, larger than life.

You try not to let the thought put a shiver down your spine.

"That's just foreplay in my world, mama." Changbin murmurs against your ear, reaching up with one big hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, even as you force yourself not to flinch. "If you're trying to turn me on, it's working."

"Get away from me." You growl out, reaching for the gun at your hip, even as Changbin covers your hand with his own, pinning down your fingers.

"Let. Go."

"Ah, do I scare you?" He questions, finally releasing your hand and stepping back, just so you can pull out your gun and train it squarely on his chest, staring him down as you pull the pin back.

He laughs, cocking his head, watching you as if he doesn't have a care in the world and he's not currently staring down the barrel of your gun.

"That's a yes then."

"You don't scare me." You reply back evenly, finger just shy of the trigger. "You annoy me. There's a difference."

His lips curve into the start of a smirk. "Do you hate me, detective?"

You pause, considering his words. You hate what he's done, who he is, the innocent lives he's probably claimed.

You hate yourself, for letting him continue, just so you can have access to inside information.

"Yes." You admit, hand level as you keep the gun pointed solidly at him.

Changbin laughs. "There's a fine line between hate and love. I'd be careful if I were you, mama."

He leans toward you, and slowly reaches up, pushing the gun down between the two of you.

You remove your finger off the trigger, taking in a deep breath, before you un-cock the weapon, but keep it firmly in your hand.

"Do you like toying with me?" You quip out angrily, staring into the dark, endless recesses of his eyes. "Do you get off on watching me fear you?"

You already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.

He shrugs, tossing his hands out to the side, an easy smile on his face. "I mean, why do you think I do what I do? If the shoe fits-"

"I'm not one of your victims. Get the fuck out until I call for you." You motion with your gun toward the door.

Changbin shrugs again, moving past you toward the door, but he stops just shy of the desk, glancing back at you, before he leans over the piles of evidence to crowd into your space.

You don't back down, not moving an inch, as he reaches up and curls his large, warm fingers around the jut of your chin.

The gun itches in your lap.

"I don't fuck with you because I think you're on the same level of my victims, detective." He admits in a low, serious tone, his eyes never leaving your face.

You know you can't trust him, but you ask anyway.

"Then why?"

Something flashes across his eyes, too quick to catch. "I fuck with you to feel in control. Because simply put, mama, you make me want things I can't have."

You stop breathing, but Changbin releases you, straightening up and fixing his tie and vest with an easy sort of nonchalance about him, before he turns on his heel and heads for the door with a little wave of his fingers over his shoulder.

"Ta-ta, detective. Until next time."

He melts into the shadows, and you're left alone in the dark precinct, lit only by a lamp, with your thoughts.

[kawaiidoodles95-blog]

The Stranger Stampy Circus: Chapter 3

The third chapter of a long series I am making!

NOTICE: This is 11+! Throughout this story, there will be light mentions of blood, death, war, darker humor, and violence. While nothing here is explicit, if this bothers you in any way, keep on moving. Trust me. I won't be mad.

AN: I am making this not only on here but on google docs. This is a crossover between Stranger Things, Stampy's Lovely World, The Amazing Digital Circus, and Wonka. Each chapter will have a name of one of the characters (or main POV's I refer to them as,) and whoever's name is on the chapter title is the person narrating the chapter.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy TSSC!

Chapter 3:Pomni

Today was the last day in the office before Christmas break. We were celebrating with hot cocoa, cookies, and a gift exchange. My coworkers are Jasper, Rianna, “Zoob,” Gaipha, Kayon, and Cain, who is also my boyfriend. “I GO FIRST!” Jasper called out. “No, Jasper, our boss Cain decides who goes first,” Rianna sighed. “Oh c’mon Raggedy Ann, he’s too busy with Pomni sleeping on his shoulder,” Jasper grinned. At that moment, I woke up. 

“Huh? What? I was sleeping?” I asked. “Like a rock,” Zoob added. Everyone giggled a bit. “Ah, my dear, why don’t you open your present first?” Cain smiled. He went to the tree, and picked up a present, handing it to me. I quickly scrambled to open it, and what was…

“A red button?”

Jasper raised his hand. “Erm… I was your secret santa, but I didn’t give you that. “Are you sure?” Gaipha asked. “That sounds like something you’d buy.” I was examining the red button with awe. It was a long thin tube, the size of a pointer finger. The button had lightning and clouds in it, and it was strangely menacing.

“Jasper, if you didn’t get me this, then HOW did it end up here?” I asked. “Not sure, Pomni. I think you should press the button. What’s the worst that could happen?” Jasper grinned. “I mean, there are a lot of terrible things that could happen,” Kayon commented, “A nuclear explosion, setting off asteroids, abstrac- you know what, I am not going to say it.” I nodded my head. Cain looked at me, then the button, then back at my eyes. “Well, it’s your choice.”

“You can press the button if you want. Or you can leave it. It’s your secret santa.” I held my breath. “I’m gonna do it,” I said, and I pressed the button.

And that was the last I felt or saw before I woke up.

-+*~*+-

“Pomni, POMNI!” Cain called, shaking my elbow. “What!? Where are we?” I asked as I jolted upwards, looking in all directions. Next to me were Rianna and Jasper, who seemed to got transported too.

But none of my other co-workers were there.

“Where are the others..?” Rianna mumbled as she rubbed her head. “Not sure,” I responded. She pulled her trusty butcher knife out of her pocket. “Whoa, dollface! Slow down! We don’t want to scare whoever lives in the area,” Jasper said sarcastically. “Jasper, nobody lives here. This is a barren, blue, dead, wasteland of a place,” I frowned. “Truth be told, I am not sure this is safe to breathe in,” Cain added, “It’s filled with giant chunks of ash, we could suffocate if we breathe this stuff in.” Jasper rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the confidence, I definitely feel confidence-d.”

After looking around for a little while, we stumbled upon a massive chapel. “Good heavens, that’s gorgeous,” Rianna breathed.

“It is, isn’t it?”

My friends and I screamed and jumped together. A weird vine man stared at us with a sleepy orange cat on his shoulders. The man had menacing black, circular eyes. The orange cat had his eyes half-open, as he was trying to stay awake. He had green eyes, purplish gray boots, and a diamond sword. “Nice to meet you,” The man smiled, holding out his vine-covered claw, “I am Vecna.”

“So you are here to help us?” I asked politely. “Yep! You aren’t my first visitors. I will show you around.”

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 69 - Just Desserts

The Hot Girls take a break from fitness and have some brunch at a bar near their gym.

Ophelia's life update isn't the most cheery, but she's glad to have the support of her friends.

Libby: Feefs, I'm so sorry.

Becca: What a creep. Don't worry, guys like that always get what they deserve.

Ophelia: I hope so, but things don't always work out like they do in your books, Becca.

Becca: Don't remind me. Still waiting for Travis to tell me he's a secret prince.

Summer: Hector Laurent… That name sounds familiar. Guess I've heard you talk about him.

Ophelia: Well, I'd like to stop talking about him. He's not going to live rent-free in my mind.

Libby: Good for you, girl! Summer, how was the honeymoon?

Summer: It was perfect. I just wish I had one more vacation day from my doofus coworkers.

Libby: Aww, it can't be that bad!

Summer: My one caterer Mila is really getting on my nerves, considering how many complaints we get about her not actually cooking at her catering gigs.

Summer: Speaking of work, I've gotta head out. I've got a couple meetings at work today, so I'm going in early.

Ophelia gets up to hug her.

Ophelia: Bye, good luck!

Summer: Thanks, girly pop. Let us know if you need anything. Love you!

Summer got promoted to Head Caterer at Make-A-Dish shortly before she got engaged to Mark. She's settled into the role quite nicely. She loves bossing people around!

As she finishes up a call, Mila walks into her office.

Mila: Excuse me, Summer, but a potential client is here to see you.

Summer: I don't have my calendar pulled up. Did they give you a name?

Mila: Hector Laurent.

Summer: HECTOR LAURENT?!

That's why the name rang a bell.

Mila: I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?

Summer: For once, no. Send him in. I'm eager to talk to him.

Mila: Yes, ma'am.

Hector comes in, pleasant as ever.

Hector: This is a lovely office Miss…?

Summer: MRS. Eggleston. You must be Hector Laurent. I've heard a lot about you.

Hector: Good things, I hope!

Summer doesn't react to his joke.

Summer: Pull up a chair. Let's chat.

If Hector notices the stink eye Summer is giving him, he doesn't show it.

Hector: I've got a great business opportunity for you.

Summer: Enlighten me.

Hector: I run one of the most successful wedding venues out there and we're looking for a new caterer.

Summer: Fascinating.

Hector: This would be a great source of revenue for your catering team-

Summer: Oh, would it? I suppose technically it would be, since my employees would probably get a lot of money out of your pocket from harassment lawsuits.

Hector: Mrs. Eggleston, I-I don't-

Summer: Don't play dumb with me, Laurent. You thought word wouldn't get out that you tried to force your employee to woohoo you? If you think I'm sending my team into the lion's den, you're as stupid as that hat makes you look.

Hector: I think there's been a misunderstanding-

Summer: No, it's clear as day that you tried to take advantage of a woman you held a position of power over.

Hector: Who told you this? Was it Ophelia? You can't trust a word that harlot says!

Summer: Keep her name out of your damn mouth!

Hector: This is a highly unprofessional way to conduct business.

Summer: Good thing we're not conducting business then. Sounds like when this goes fully public, you won't have any clients for us to cater for anyway!

Hector: I'll gladly take my business elsewhere.

Summer: Good luck after the email I'm going to send out.

Hector: What's that supposed to mean?

Summer: Us caterers might be in competition with each other, but we do talk, you know.

Summer: No one going to send their employees to a known predator. I'm warning every restaurant from here to Sixam that you're not a safe client.

Hector: That's libel! I'll sue!

Summer: There was a witness to your misconduct. Plus, you knocked up an employee. You MADE evidence!

Hector: She didn't work for me at the time! My personal life has nothing to do with my business!

Summer: You sure made inappropriate workplace conduct your business!

Hector: You can't do this to me!

Summer: Blacklist you? Yeah, what kind of monster threatens to do that?

Summer: Now get the hell out of my office! Enjoy your time before you become a total pariah. And next time, think twice before messing with Summer Eggleston's friends, bitch!

Hector doesn't know what to do other than slink out of the office in shame.

Having no idea how much Summer just ruined a huge part of Hector's ability to operate his business, Ophelia has been blissfully working on improving her baking skill for New Skill Day. That better be a thank you pie for Summer, girl!

[erivalle]

I'm so excited! So I got a new job! But now here comes a tough bit. I have to talk to my managers (current job) about leaving and/or maybe just working weekends.

I am currently full time so this will be a jolt. I also don't think that they are aware that I am unhappy. (Large rant below)

My last 2 jobs I did a bad and let word get back to management that I planned on leaving. So I have never had to break the news out of the blue. No one knew I was applying elsewhere. A few coworkers knew I wasn't happy with some stuff but not enough to pick up a whole other job. And none of the managers.

4 years and I make shit pay and am classed as the lowest position despite being in charge of my own section for 3 of those years. I have been given access to most of the functions of a manager/supervisor/keyholder. The only thing I don't have is access to the safe (can get into the safe room) and physical keys. And I am not even a lead or senior bookseller.

I was looking anyways due to the shit pay that's raises are currently locked into a company wide yearly raise, but it would have been nice to get a title or some shit. Like I am literally the longest working bookseller that isn't a lead/keyholder/manager there is no other mere bookseller who has my seniority. 4 fucking years. And bookseller is my only title, and my pay is almost 2 dollars more at my new job.

I am just tired and have no clue how I am going to have this conversation. I am not planning on quitting just go down to 2 days a week rather than the almost 40 hours I currently get. But I am slightly worried about repercussions on a personal level. Company level nothing will happen that I am not already expecting (losing my current insurance) but pettiness might happen. Like taking me off the schedule entirely.

I just hate how I left my last job due to petty personal shit that lead to me not even being allowed to apply for a supervisor position (that several managers said they wanted me for) and now I am sort of leaving this one due to lack of advancement yet increase of responsibilities (or rather wider range of knowledge and access than just a bookseller would have).

I just feel undervalued and yet have high expectations. I could probably just confront them on my lack of promotion but I feel like I shouldn't have to be the one to bring up the topic of advancement. It's like if yall can't even bring the topic up with me (while bringing it up with a less senior and qualified coworker who is also part-time unlike my full-time) then it's clear that they doubt my capabilities (despite raving about them to my face) and don't really respect me. Feel a bit taken for granted and skipped over. There is just such a favoritism game being played and it's clear to me that I am not winning and won't without me fighting hard for it. Which I fear would spark drama and resentment.

If I have to bring it up with the topic of me while they are having that conversation with others then there is a lack of trust I was unaware of. Or I am not meeting goals and behaviors that I wasn't aware of either. And taunting me with a "if you want to be... then we want to see/you have to...) on things I was already doing but apparently not enough of that it's going unnoticed or unremarked upon.

Like I was given the code to the safe room but someone who was here for two years with complaints gets a conversation that I haven't. I am trusted with the inner workings of our system and the place we put all the cash and the actual registers but I can't do enough to get a title of senior bookseller. "Her Erin, here is all our money and whole we are at it here is the access to all these functions that impact our sales. But nah if you want to get to senior bookseller one day then you would be required to to _*insert a job requirement for the position that I was in fact already doing*" I am getting the message the 'we trust you but we don't actually trust you'.

I am not deserving of a title reflecting my job responsibilities. So here is $2 more an hour job. With almost the same benefits I currently have. Bit emotional right now so im bitter and feeling disrespected and slightly betrayed. Just if I'm not considered deserving of a title matching the job I already do then I don't know what else I can be doing to earn it. I don't know where I don't measure up. And it's never been brought up in my biannual reviews what I'm not doing right. All I get is 'keep up the good work, your doing great'.

Not looking forward to the conversation about my roll in the company and how that is going to change. And right before I go on vacation. It kinda feels like "fuck you, k see you when I get back".

But hey new better paying job that's an actual non retail position! Receptionist to a law office.

Ok going to bed before I burst into tears over this.

[silverprism-s]

#don't hide the tags they are beautiful and right!

>i won't elaborate. >elaborates. okay... i won't hide them then... this is going to get long so... read more...

#i wont elaborate atm but ive been thinking about it for awhile#ive also been avoiding reading other peoples analysises on it bc frankly if i was reading other peoples#analysises i would start creating Problems for them and Me#but yeah so he got exactly what he deserved and its not all bad#i really dont think gojo formed close relationships w anyone other then geto (proved by that pg from his booklet)#he let everyone else see him as a coworker only#abd he did that on purpose....#now#his students he was close to#and they will remember him well. despite him saying dont remember me#they wont remember him as gojo satoru the strongest but as gojo-sensei their teacher#and thats so kind of them 🥺🥺#okay anyways i still dont like the jjk ending but gojo's ending was good and if someone tells you otherwise they were one of the people who#were clowning for him to return unnecessarily and you shouldnt trust their opinions#i love gojo so so so much but please my man needs his rest okay

OKAY PLEASE ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE MORE.

gojo is still a super tragic character. let me grab you by the face and look you in the eyes while i say this again. gojo satoru is still an extremely tragic character. okay? okay. this is important.

he purposefully kept himself distant from others throughout his life, before and after geto. i honestly think he didnt even ever mean to get close to geto! it happened and then he paid the price for it. because he was unable to Look and See what was going on w geto post star plasma vessel arc. and because of that he paid the price, and so he kept himself distant from others, and other sorcerers let him, because Gojo Satoru is the strongest sorcerer of the modern era. keeping himself separate from others was a coping mechanism to deal with the harsh realities of being a jujutsu sorcerer. (in the faq, it says that he had resigned himself to the reality that anyone other then himself could die at any given moment. if you're walking around expecting that, i think you too would find yourself struggling to form close connections with people...)

when we see itadori and gojo in chapter 271, gojo states "haven't we had enough gojo satoru?" and itadori is obviously confused. he wasnt raised as a sorcerer and is still relatively new to the whole being a sorcerer thing in the first place (itadori ate sukuna's first finger in June 2018 and gojo died on december 24th 2018!) so he probably isnt totally aware of how othered gojo is a whole, he just sees Gojo-sensei not Gojo Satoru the strongest sorcerer (of the modern era)!

Kugisaki is similar to Itadori as well, she wasn't really raised as a sorcerer (from what we see). Fushiguro definitely was, but he was helped by Gojo from a younger age and so he feels closer to Gojo then any of his coworkers as well. Then there's also Maki, Panda, Toge and Yuta, although we don't really see their thoughts as much as i would really like to seen.

Okay, so the trio in particular doesn't see Gojo only for his strength. I really do think he was a good teacher to them, as best as he could've been with how fucking busy the poor guy was all the time (seriously, DAILY meetings with the higher ups? I'd go fucking mad). They appreciated him as a teacher and guiding adult hand, and were able to see past the bravado of The Strongest.

Chapter 271, the conversation between Itadori and Gojo. Itadori says none of us could forget you, and tells Gojo that he's acting out of character. Gojo responds with "This is confidence. Confidence I've never had before." (UGH THIS LINE KILLS ME). When Gojo said this, I think this is where he sorta realized that The Kids are Alright afterall. This is why when Gojo died, he died with only one regret (that Geto wasn't there to pat him on the back). He's asking Itadori to grow beyond him in multiple ways! As a sorcerer, and as a person! sdfiughwritgewt UGH.

his students will remember gojo as a teacher and not as a powerhouse like most sorcerers will, and that's so much more then he expected when he began his endeavor as a teacher! really, gojo wasn't going to get a better end then this. there wasn't another better ending. he wasn't going to suddenly start connecting with the people around him and he wasnt about to come back with less power because his power was still important to himself. gojo loved having power and he wasnt going to come back with less of it because he was confident with his students and where he left them off yet.

he achieved his dreams, as limited as they may have been! i'm not gonna proof-read this but yeah here you go, my insane rambling about gojo as a character. he's still tragic. he missed out on a lot from life, but he still got a good ending, and there wasn't any better ending for him, based on the choices he made throughout his life.

is it sad? yes!! i am so fucking sad!!! i could cry about this dumb ass bitch all day! is it a bad end?? NO!!! IT IS NOT A BAD ENDING!! IT IS GOOD!

if u read all this, hi, love u, thanks for reading. lets have fun w gojo in fanart and fanfics now :3 i know i will be

i have a lot of thoughts bouncing around in my mind but... i think gojo got exactly the ending he deserved. and... thats not a bad thing.

[mysticpetals]

Supermarket runs

Pairing: Jake × mc (Syianne)

Genre: fluff, humor

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Three times Jake ran into Syianne and one time he actually made plans.

Anonymous asked: Hello. If you do still requests, can you do 27 and 40, with Jake and MC from Duskwood from fluff? Sorry I forgot to add that.

Prompts: 27. "Are you blushing?" 40. "Why are you so afraid of loving?"

Notes: here it is! A cute meet up fic with Jake's point of view. I hope you like this one because it's going to be the last thing I'll be posting for a while 😬

Jake had reached his new hideout just a few hours ago.

After evading yet another capture from the government and planting false trails in his wake, he had escaped to a small town, renting an apartment for the time being.

Opening the door to his new house for a few days, he put his cat down, opened his cage and let him explore. Glitch immediately disappeared and Jake put his bags down, sighing tiredly.

He needed to make a quick run to the store nearby, getting some food and other essential items since it was clear that they didn't stock it in the room.

Before he could change his mind, Jake picked up his wallet, locking the door and walked to the store he came across on his way over to the apartment.

It was a medium sized store, probably the one of the few in this small town. Jake browsed the shelves picking up the things he needed along the way. He avoided eye contact with everyone, putting his hood up.

When he was done, he quietly put the few cup noodles and microwaveable dinners on the counter and waited for the cashier to scan his items. Just as he went to pick up the first item, the cashier's phone rang and he glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise before his face settled into panic.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I completely forgot," he mumbled to himself frantically and giving Jake an apologetic glance, ran towards the back room.

Well then, it wasn't like he was in any hurry either. He didn't want to go back so soon anyway. He rocked back on his heels, adjusting his mask so that it still covered the lower half of his face and looked around in boredom.

From the backroom, he could hear two voices arguing, one male and other female and just when he thought that maybe it was going to take a while, the cashier ran out of the room, hefting a jacket over his shoulders and looked back.

"I owe you one, Syianne! Thank you so much!"

Jake tilted his head on hearing the familiar name, memories of conversations with his Syianne creeping up.

"You really do, Percy! I better have a three day weekend after this!" The girl shouted back and Jake smiled behind his mask. She even sounded like her.

The cashier yelled back something but he was already out the door to hear properly. The girl came out from the back, wearing her uniform jacket and grumbling about having to do two shifts, but Jake had frozen.

"Sorry about that. My coworker forgot about the date with his girlfriend and had to bolt. Between you and me, she's pretty scary so I'd be running too," she said, already ringing up his few items but Jake couldn't reply. He kept staring at her familiar face, which he had accidentally accessed when going through her chats before.

This was his Syianne.

She glanced at him, probably wondering why he didn't say anything before looking back on the screen. He broke out of his stupor when she told him the total and held up a bag with his items.

His fingers brushed against her and it felt like a lifetime, blood rushing to his cheeks and heart pacing.

"Thank you," he said and got a smile in return.

"You're welcome! Sorry about the delay earlier."

He shook his head rapidly, telling her that it was no trouble and he completely understood. That made her smile widen, her eyes crinkling with happiness.

"Come again soon!"

Oh, he'd be coming back very soon, indeed.

The first thing he did after reaching home was to power on his laptop and search for Syianne's location. Glitch hissed angrily at him for disturbing his slumber atop the chair he was now sitting in but Jake's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The results baffled him, as it showed her living in a completely different country from when he had searched her before, when he had just gotten her number. And then, realisation dawned on him that she might be using a VPN.

He banged his head on the table in frustration but also a little impressed that Syianne had thought of doing something like this to protect her identity.

He was supposed to stay away from all of them, to prevent pulling people into his messes but now one of the most important people in his life literally worked a walk away from his hiding place. He couldn't change places so frequently as it hadn't even been a day and he had to give some time to the police to cool off, before he got on the move again.

He sighed, too wound up to make anything but cup noodles, he got up and went into the kitchen. Glitch trailed behind him, sniping at his heels for his own food and Jake emptied the last can of cat food into Glitch's bowl.

With a jolt, he realised that he would have to go to the supermarket tomorrow again and it brought him equal parts of excitement as well as anxiety at the thought of seeing Syianne again.

———

The next evening, he put the cans of cat food on the counter and was disappointed to find that the guy from yesterday – Percy, if he recalled right – was going to scan his items.

Jake shifted the mask on his face and looked around to see if Syianne was somewhere but to no avail. If Percy noticed him looking around, he didn't say anything. When he grabbed the bag from him, the employee room opened and Syianne came out wearing casual clothes, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"See you tomorrow, Percy!"

She came out from behind the counter and her eyes widened in surprise as they fell on him.

"Oh hi! You're the one from yesterday."

Jake cleared his throat and let out a hesitant, "Y-yeah."

Percy snickered, throwing a knowing look at Jake before turning to Syianne.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, idiot. Bring some coffee with you." He handed Jake his bag as he scrambled to bring out his wallet to pay and gave him a wide smile.

"Syianne here works the morning shifts." He winked and Jake was mortified to hear the amusement in his voice, knowing that he had been caught.

"I'm not bringing you anything until I get my three-day weekend. Anyway, nice to see you again…." She trailed off when she turned to Jake and his mind went into overdrive as he thought about whether he should tell her his real name or not.

"Phil." He blurted out, "My name's Phil."

She tilted her head, no doubt thinking about that bartender from Duskwood who was currently locked up in jail.

"Funny, I know a guy named Phil. Not from around here though." She glanced at the door giving him a final smile.

"Because all the customers come in the evening." Percy complained and Syianne only rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Well, come by in the morning if you want to chat. It's pretty chill that time."

"Deal with it. Anyway, see you tomorrow." She waved one last time and walked out, Jake's eyes following her figure until she disappeared around the corner.

"She's sweet and a little too trustful. I better not hear any complaints about you from her Phil or I won't hesitate to throw a punch or two." Percy threatened and Jake flushed before muttering a hasty excuse and practically running out of the store.

She actually talked to him today and hearing her voice, her words just made it harder for him to stay away. But it was okay if he didn't tell her who he was, right? She won't be in any danger then, right?

These thoughts chased him as he walked back to his temporary home, almost tripping over Glitch when he entered and found a disgruntled cat, waiting for his food.

———

The next morning, Jake worked in his room, occasionally shooing away Glitch who was determined to get his daily dose of affection.

"Just a minute, Glitch." He muttered, typing rapidly, his eyes scanning the screen with an eerie quickness.

A loud, disgruntled meow from his cat breaks the silence again and Jake heaved a frustrated sigh, pushing his laptop away and glaring at the culprit.

"Fine, you little devil! I'll give you breakfast first."

He walked out of the room, Glitch trailing behind him, purring in appreciation and hopped on to a chair while Jake took out the instant pancake mixture that he had recently bought. And that reminded him of the fact that Syianne was here, so close and whether he should tell her or not.

Making the pancakes in a daze, he put a plate in front of Glitch who immediately started gobbling it up. Jake huffed out a laugh and made his own plate, sitting across from his cat. The syrup was towards Glitch and when he leaned forward to take it, he was met by Glitch's paw swatting at his hand.

"What the hell? You ate already! Let me eat too!"

Glitch's paw rested on the syrup bottle and edged it towards the end of the table.

Jake froze.

"Glitch, no. Give me the syrup."

The bottle shifted a bit more.

"No, Glitch. Stop that."

The cat looked at him and stopped and Jake gave a sigh of relief, only to throw back his head in exasperation at the next moment as the bottle was finally pushed off the table.

"You little devil! I'm going to—"

The cat sprang up and ran into the other room, leaving Jake in the kitchen alone.

"Why is it always me?"

———

After cleaning up the kitchen and eating pancakes without any syrup, Jake found himself in the supermarket once again, embarrassed about being there everyday for the last three or so days.

When he put his items on the counter, including a syrup in a plastic bottle this time, he found himself facing Syianne who gave her an amused look.

"Having a good day, Phil?"

It took a moment for Jake to understand that she was talking to him and he flushed when he met her gaze.

"Not really. My cat decided to be an asshole today."

Syianne laughed and if Jake could have heard it everyday, he would. When she scanned his bandaids, she raised an eyebrow, and Jake gave her a sheepish smile, showing her his poorly wrapped hand.

"Oh no, that looks bad," she said but Jake only shook his head.

"It's better than it looks, I promise. I'm just bad at wrapping things up."

She didn't smile but only looked behind him. Seeing no more customers, she gestured for him to come to her side of the counter. Confused, he did as she asked and understanding dawned on him when he saw her opening the packet of gauze he had just bought.

"Oh, no, no. It's okay. I can do it at home." He rushed but she didn't listen, silently asking for him to hold his hand forward. When he realised that Syianne wasn't going to take no for an answer, he sighed and put his hand forward, face heating up and he regretted forgetting to wear a face mask that day.

"Are you blushing?" She asked teasingly and his flush only worsened.

"I-I'm not used to other people caring for me."

She hummed.

"That must be lonely."

She carefully unwrapped his hand, winching at the sight of blood and cleaned it with antiseptic wipes, before wrapping a bandage around the cut. Her hands were gentle but firm, as if she knew what she was doing and had done it a hundred times before. Jake was suddenly hit with a weird nostalgia, a feeling of wanting to know who she was, how many siblings she had, what her goals were.

He didn't realise when she had stopped, staring at him, as he was looking at her and only after several minutes had passed, did Syianne dropped her hands, letting him know that she was done.

The thought struck him like lightning and he quickly grabbed his bags, muttering another thank you and getting a simple smile in return. Before he knew, he was out on the streets and on the way to his house, his thoughts a raging turmoil.

"Thank you very much." He spoke softly, quietly, overwhelmed by such a gesture from her. He was essentially a stranger and she had still helped him, not knowing who he was.

She didn't know who he was.

What was he doing? Going to see her like that, finding excuses to go to the supermarket in hopes of seeing her? What did he want to accomplish?

He released a shaky sigh, running his hands through his hair, when he reached the place. Glitch, knowing that it wasn't the time for his shenanigans, only gave a welcoming meow from his place on the couch.

Maybe it was time he started searching again.

Jake opened his laptop but the ping from his phone made him look for it, heart quickening when he saw her name on it.

Syianne [5:00 pm]

Hey Jake!

How are you doing? I hope you're safe

I patched up a guy today who came in at work. He had a cat too!

Anyway, I don't know why I'm still writing but I hope you're safe and nobody got to you

Why are you so afraid of loving?

Sorry, insensitive question. Ignore that

Waiting for when you come back

...I'm still looking forward to that date

Jake's lips quirked at her messages, warmed by her concern. She had messaged him everyday ever since he went into hiding again. He hadn't replied then, being busy because of his relocation, but now….

In a bold move, very uncharacteristic for him, he messaged her back.

Jake [5:03 pm]

What if I told you that the guy you patched up was me?

Syianne [5:04 pm]

What?

His name was Phil

Oh

Jake waited as she typed and erased, all of it going on for two minutes before she stopped. Jake had a sudden, terrible feeling that perhaps he had made a mistake but soon enough, she replied.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

You're cute in real life as well <3

Jake laughed, amused by her flirty response and decided that perhaps he'd stay there for a few more days.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

What about that date at the Chinese restaurant you promised me?

Jake [5:07 pm]

Does tomorrow work for you? ;)

[iladkaren]

REBIRTH #5

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre(s): Action, Fantasy, Romance

Summary: After one too many glasses of wine, Y/N wakes up as Empress Y/N Berius from her favorite story. The oppressive Empress Y/N will soon meet a brutal end at the hands of Taehyung, the captain of her personal guards. Y/N must find out a strategy to stop the coup d'état in three days. She chooses to reach out to a group of loyal subjects Empress Y/N exiled, but will her method work? Or would the empress’ unexpected change in conduct arouse rebel suspicion?

Background music: Giant by YUQI

A/N: I don’t own “The Rebirth of a Tyrannical Empress”. This is loosely based on that webtoon. Feel free to leave a like and a comment!

#1 #2 #3 #4 #6

Phew...

...it's tough.

It's as though my body doesn't belong to me!

Oh, that's not my fault...

After becoming Empress Y/N, the only positive thing is that I get to have a maid all to myself.

Count Namjoon, by the way, is a wonderful guy.

This man was born in a different nation.

Instead of compromising, he kept his ground against the other nobility.

In addition, he was the first to gather evidence against Duke Hyun-suk.

It's quite difficult to display courage...

Duke Hyun-suk has incredible clout.

He has the audacity to stand up to someone who is now seated on the throne.

He had his eyes on me.

His military prowess outweighed his knowledge of Duke Hyun-suk and he made the decision to turn around the existing scenario.

That explains why my pulse quickened.

In spite of the fact that I've been working so hard on it, my position is still difficult to accept.

To put it another way: "It's not very convincing." Says Namjoon, as he rests his hand on his chin.

"Duke Hyun-suk was exposed because of your prior tyranny in gathering evidence. That much is unquestionably true." I responded with a casual smile.

"I'll only take half of it at face value." Namjoon comes back with a response.

I squinted my eyes in disbelief and uncertainty.

Ultimately, you're indicating that you won't trust me.

But isn't this what one would expect in light of what Empress Y/N has accomplished?

I make a groaning sound.

Assuming I'm not acting on impulse, the count may ask whether I'm actually thinking about attacking Duke Hyun-suk right now.

Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to state the obvious. As a sinner, I can't help but feel this way."

"Speak."

"I'd have died anyway. Because it would be one of your whims, whether you murder or rescue me, I won't thank you."

Huh?

If this is the case, shouldn't your words be, "Your Majesty, you've saved my life, thus I'll serve you going forward."

He had an expression that reads, 'You may kill me if you want, but I'll die anyhow.'

On the other hand, is it truly safe to do this?

It's possible that if he been faithful, his shoulder would have been heavy.

In an effort to refocus my attention and prevent me from daydreaming, Namjoon says, "Your Majesty. You're trying to get something out of me."

"...yeah." Was all I could muster in response.

"If that's the case, that's all I care about. My willingness to use and be used by you is unlimited as long as our interests are aligned." He fumbles with his specs as he speaks. "I hope you don't expect me to be loyal," he said.

Really out of the box thinking there, I'd say.

It makes no difference. From the outset, I had no intention of making this personal.

It's a mutually beneficial arrangement.

He won't betray me since he isn't faithful.

When Emperor Y/N died, he worked very hard for the nation.

As a result, I feel weighed down by his steadfastness.

I like to negotiate a working contract with him and lead the way.

To be successful, it's helpful to have a coworker or a partner.

I'm sure it will all work out in the end.

People with a little bit of notoriety. There are more than a few individuals like this, but I truly hope some of them are in the Tower of Exiles...

First thing I did after waking up was to pull the rope to summon Dahyun.

"Your Majesty, did you just wake up?'" My translucent bed curtain lets in a glimpse of a young woman with blue hair.

"...yeah."

Yesterday, I had a different maid, although she's really different from her.

"Can I roll up the curtains?"

Her voice is warm and welcoming.

There are a number of people returning to the palace who believe I was right, but who aren't quite sure whether or not the empress, who was formerly an oppressor, has changed.

They're clearly in love with you, and it's clear to me,  Empress Y/N

I looked around, and the maids were visibly uncomfortable.

It seems, however, that my apprehensions have not been completely dispelled.

Nevertheless...

I'm delighted you were able to make it out to see me.

When I came to, I took a deep breath and waited. I look around the room.

No!

Nonsense.

Why is Jimin not here?

~~~~~~~~~~To be continued~~~~~~~~~~

[deafchild2000]

Gracie and Annette

@hoziersgf told me of a line thrown out in H20 2x20 with Charlotte saying that Annette and Gracie weren't so close and would happily like to hear my take on that.

Well, as the youngest girl in my family who had a bond with my mother and now dearly departed grandmother, I have a good idea of what she meant.

First off, we are talking about a dynamic with two women who had various screentimes but gave out surprising insight about who they are in those short periods. We also must acknowledge that these are, by Charlotte's time, two grown adults who also grew up in different periods (I referenced this a lot in a few other posts). And lastly, one was a mermaid for 3 years (1955-1957) while the other was a normal teenager in the 80s.

Family values were evolving along with technology, as well as careers.

This being said, Annette was likely in her 20s when she had Charlotte and who takes care of the child when the mother is away? Grandma.

Charlotte was being cared for by Gracie while Annette was working, then, of course, they'd be close! And children see things in a simple POV, so if Annette and Gracie fought, she wouldn't understand.

This brings me to a point I'll come to later!

Anyways, we never know of the father or grandfather responsible for the existence of Annette and Charlotte (though I do have my ideas!) But clearly, the women in the family are close enough to soak up each others' traits. So, imagine if Gracie had married a soldier and went to live with him on base, located in the Northern Territory but a drive away from the ocean. I won't say much about how they met, though it does involve meeting at a beautiful, aesthetically pleasing ballroom called Cloudland:

(And a slightly older Max Hamilton watching in dismay with flowers dropping in his hands as he realized he's lost Gracie for good in another man!)

Anyways, they live on the base, they have Annette and it's relatively normal as the soldiers find the free spirit enchanting and try to keep her happy. But even with that, the spark lessens over time. Then, her husband passes away and she gets the benefits.

Shortly though, Gracie moves to back to Queensland (but not the Gold Coast) and takes a job in a restaurant to take care of Annette. Eventually, she gets older and brings her daughter with her, which eventually becomes a trend where her coworkers love the little girl's visits and a friendly (borderline mentoring) relationship with the cook awakens Annette's passion for cooking.

But then those days pass and soon Annette is a teenager, who is not yet very much like her! Annette had grown up with stories of the sea, but her mind has only seen them as made-up fantasies and turned her attention to other things in life (boys, school, fashion, friends dances, cooking shows). They fight between Annette's logical and rational side vs. Gracie's freer and more mystical ideas but eventually they compromise, and Annette grows up to be a beauty just like her mother...and they did watch 1984's SPLASH starring Tom Hanks and Daryl Hannah. Gracie found it all too hilarious!

(This is Tiffany Lamb/Annette Watsford in the 80s and 90s just to emphasize aesthetics:

Eventually, Annette finds love with a marine biologist, ironically enough, and has Charlotte. But one tragic day at the beach with a terrifying attack by a dolphin left Annette a widow and little Charlotte with a fear of dolphins.

Maybe it was supposed to help her, but Gracie would then do as she did with Annette and tell her stories of the ocean, to help her granddaughter who now had a fear of the vast blue seas. She kept them as vivid as she could while telling her of mermaids, to rebuild her confidence and trust with the sea and to help her slowly recover from the tragedy that happened there.

Annette started working to support her family and Charlotte was left in Gracie's care. Perhaps the grief and focus on her job caused fights to erupt again and Charlotte mistook that for them not being close. But that wasn't why they started fighting:

Gracie got sick. Cancer and had already spread.

Gracie wanted to die peacefully and Annette wanted her to fight. But that became her last wish and she sent Gracie to a hospice for her final days. That last visit to her was the last time Charlotte saw Gracie alive until her mother told her the news.

Overall, I think the statement in 2x20 was oversimplified because she was a child then. She didn't know at the time why things were happening and deduced her conclusions (something that she would do very much on the show).

[gotreactions]

Got7 Reaction: Their Actress/Actor S/O Has to Film a Sex Scene

Warnings; light NSFW, Fluff, maybe slight angst depending on how you view things but I don't wanna get yelled at so I'm putting it in 'warnings' anyways!

Backstory: You're an actress/actor staring in a new movie/tv series and your next scene is a sex scene that will be fairly visual and detailed

Jaebeom:

He knows acting is your job, so he would try to be supportive and understanding even though he felt extremely jealous under the surface. He would ask to read the scrip just to see HOW visual the scene would be. Upon realising how long the scene would be lasting he felt his skin heat up, he doesn't like the thought of anyone else seeing you in a way that only he should.

After reading the script he would sit down on the sofa and call you out so he could discuss this with you. He would pull you in his lap and hug you from behind, pulling you closer so your back was against his chest and he could easily whisper in your ear, asking a billion questions quite seductively oddly enough. "Are you excited to film this scene? Wanna have sex with another man on camera?" Questions along those lines as he spread your legs open even as you insisted you wouldn't actually be having sex with him and telling JB that if he really wasn't okay with this you would talk to the director and see if there was a way out of it. Your reassurance made him feel better, and deep down he knows that no-one could satisfy you like he does. That doesn't mean he won't use this to his advantage however. He would have enough of your blabbering and he'd tell you to get up and strip for him, smacking your ass as soon as you stood up. He would lean back and enjoy his little show that would lead to a long night for you two.

The next morning you wake up in his arms, covered from neck to toe in hickeys and love bites. Jaebeom would rub your waist as he spoons you from behind and kisses along your shoulders before speaking up about how he feels finally.

"I'm happy for you getting a big role and I understand apart of your job may mean doing jobs like this sometimes. If you want to do the scene, go for it. I support you fully my love. If you don't want to film the scene and if you feel uncomfortable with it, I'll go down there myself and talk to the director so you won't take the heat for it alright?"

In the end he would leave it up to you. However if you do choose to film the scene, he would get kinda cocky to a degree. Asking things such as, 'I wonder if they'll leave the hickeys showing. I hope they do so everyone can see just how much daddy pleasures you.' And every day up until the filming of the scene would be full of these cocky retorts and him kissing all over your body cause he still feels a little jealous.

Mark:

The two of you were sitting together watching a movie and cuddling when you randomly brought the scene up. At first Mark would scrunch his brows together and slowly turn his head away from the tv, moving it to look down at you instead. He would ask what you said, while looking half between the movie half between you. When you would repeat yourself 'I'm filming a sex scene for work next week' he would nod a bit before grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. He'd move around on the sofa/bed a bit to get more comfortable before facing you and asking all about it. 'How long have you known? What's the context of the scene? Are you excited?' He would want to hear everything about it while he processes all of this. In the end he would put on his normal happy smile and rub your waist. "I'm happy for you." Would slip out of his mouth before he kissed you and pulled you to lay against his chest. He'd suggest getting back to your movie that y'all had been watching, pressing play.

The rest of the night all he could invision was you naked, covered with only a white sheet and a random guy on top of you. He felt uncomfortable and protective as he rubbed your back while he finished watching the movie with you.

When you guys went to bed that night, Mark felt to weird to hold you in his sleep. Though he will admit he didn't even sleep that night. Images of you with another guy, even if just for a movie, seemed too weird and wrong to him. You should be with him and him only. His mind ended up wandering and he starting to get a little insecure wondering if you would enjoy your fake sex scene on camera with a guy you barely know outside of work more than real sex with Mark whom you've been with for ages now. He felt weirdest about himself, cause he isn't normally the super insecure jealous type but right now he wants to punch the guy in the face and fuck you himself - and he doesn't even know the guy.

A few days before you had to film the scene, you would confront Mark on his weird behavior - him not holding you in your sleep, how he's spent more time at the studio and coming home later, how he doesn't talk to you as much. He would be open and admit he feels weird and overly jealous about thinking of you with another - even if it is purely an on camera for a movie thing. You would laugh a little and reassure him that nothing would actually happen with you and this guy and how even in the scene, you guys wouldn't actually be touching. You told him you would be wearing clothes under the sheets and that if Mark wanted he could come to the set, meet the guy, and watch the scene as you film. You promised him if he showed up to the set, you would stare in his (Marks) eyes the entire time you were filming so he would know for sure he's the only one for you.

Mark felt better after opening up to you about his worries and jealousy. After you talked him through everything he would scoop you up in his arms and carry you to bed bridal style, kissing you gently yet passionately. All night he would whisper 'I love you's in your ear while you make love and feel all of his love, reassuring him of your love in an intimate way.

Jackson:

Anger, jealousy, immaturity. It would start off with innocent discusing back and worth, him getting jealous and asking why you would want to do that kind of scene and you wanting to be independent and to be able to film this cause you really enjoy being in this show/movie plus 'its not that racey' so 'whats the big problem?'

Eventually Jackson would get up and start walking off as you continue talking to him, trying to explain what's going on to him. Trying to tell him about the scene and movie. He would throw his hands up in defensive shouting a 'I don't wanna hear it, go do whatever you want!' As he storms off, leaving the house and slamming the door on his way out. At first you would chase after him, feeling slightly bad but he would ignore you as you climbed in his car and drove off.

You must have shouted his name 100 times, called his phone a dozen and a half more. He was ignoring you and acting childish so you gave up. You went inside, watched some tv/read a book. Cooked, ate, did the dishes. You watched the clock tick and called his phone every 10-20 minutes feeling so annoyed and worried. It was around 2am that he finally came home. He smelt of alcohol as he walked right past you, both of you silent as he went to the bathroom.

Knowing what to do by now you went to the kitchen to make him some tea and a light snack in attempt to sober him up before bed but he never came back out that night, not like he usually would.

The next morning as you were making breakfast you felt a set of arms wrap around you as Jackson whispered "I'm sorry" over and over again, hiding his face in your neck and squeezing you like a teddy bear. You would be stern and tell him you're still filming that scene. Jackson would be more understanding this time around after talking to his friends about it the night before, he realises he has to trust you and that he really does trust you. You guys would sit down to eat that morning and this time as you told Jackson about the scene, he listened to you and you were able to have a mature and civilized discussion.

Jinyoung:

He was very understanding and happy for you. He knows how much you love acting and how much you like your job. Knowing you inside and out he would know that if you didn't want to do this scene, you'd say something at least to him. Meaning, this scene isn't something he needs to worry about if you feel comfortable with it. There is no-one in the world JR trusts more than you. He loves you, values your relationship, and he's confident in you two. Confident in your sex life that nothing is lacking. Confident in your romance and your love that nobody could split you guys apart - especially not a coworker of yours on a single movie.

He would offer to help you run lines, he'd be bluntly honest on if your moans seemed too fake and he would help you perfect them. Using a teddy bear and pulling out his camera he would help you place your hands in the most flattering way on camera to make you look the best, so you would know where to place your hands on the guy/girl in the scene. Overall, he'd be very supportive.

However, he would also joke and tease a lot. 'i wonder if I should go to the studio and teach (act. name) how to pleasure you.' He loves teasing you about this. Even after the movie comes out, he will comment about everything to do with that scene and openly tell you your hands look better on his back (JR's). He would tell you you sound better gasping and moaning in his ear compared to on camera and he would do everything in his power to turn you red and get you squirming in your seat beside him.

Youngjae:

He wasn't really jealous, but he wasn't exactly the biggest ray of sunshine either. In the back of his mind he couldn't figure out how this kind of scene fit into the kind of movie you were filming. He also had a few inner questions about if this would be a reoccurring thing or not. Like, if there's going to be a sequel would you have to film another one of these scenes? Really, he was just trying to wrap his head around all of this.

After a day or two he would be more relaxed and totally let it go, acting as if this was just like any other scene you've ever filmed. He would continue askikg about work, how your day was. He would take you dates like usual, may be even more dates just to give you extra proof on how much he loves you for just in case whatever reason. Every day/night leading up til the filming date he would take you out on a date and continue being himself.

Once the movie was released, you guys went to the showing together and he got to meet the cast and crew which was exciting and nerve wracking to him - he definetely clung to you all night at the event. By the end of the evening, once he met the actor whom you filmed with, he felt much better and more relieved - even though he didn't realise he was stressing about this to begin with. When he saw how you looked at him compared to this actor, he knew there was nothing going on between you and any other man (or woman). Your love was all his and it made him feel confident and really happy inside. In the end, the scene meant nothing to him but a career success and boost for you.

BamBam:

Three words: Rough jealousy sex.

He was so jealous! Yes, he's met this actor before as y'all have filmed together before. No, there was never a spark between you two nor will there ever be one. To say your fellow actor was a friend would be a bit much - you work together and that's it. This scene honestly means nothing but a new experience to you. But BamBam? Oof!

He felt insecure thinking of you with another person in bed. He felt so gross at the fake scene that hasn't even happened yet that he doesn't even wanna be with you in a bed. He felt so jealous of a guy who can't even compare to him that he felt jealousy and few tears of confusion and shock swell up inside him. The night you told him about the scene, he would make a lot of jokes asking if you were alright filming a sex scene with a shrimp. Making jokes on how he is 'big' BamBam who can give you better bam bam than anyone. He would laugh a lot and hug you tight, ruffling up your hair and teasing you in general.

As the filming date got closer however, BamBam wasn't able to hold in his jealpusy anymore. He ended up snapping one night. Yelling, crying a bit, shoved some glass vases off the dresser into the floor. He begged you for reassurance asking if he's able to pleasure you or if your reactions in bed with him were all acting skills if yours. (He knew they were real reactions but he just needed you to tell him and to prove it to him.) As you cried a bit and broke down in honesty about how much you love him Bambam would push you against a wall and kiss you with more passion than ever before. Tonight has something to prove to you and to himself. He would 'bam bam' bang you against every iteam of furniture in your apartment aside from the bed that he felt to disgusted to go near at that moment in time. You had so many orgasms that night you spent the next 24 hours recuperating and relaxing as you and BamBam cuddled and lazed around in bed together.

After this, after seeing how you shake in pleasure beneath him and after feeling your body heat against his BamBam didn't feel as jealous though he was ready for the scene to just happen and get done with so he could stop thinking about it and so he could forget it ever happened.

Yugyeom:

Well, he definetely pouted a bit at first. Contemplated everything leading up to this moment. Replayed images of all your moments throughout the years. He felt like he should be more jealous than he actually was but for some reason he felt nothing? I mean previously when you'd tell him about a job such as getting to ride a horse across a beach or having a sword fighting scene he would feel really excited and kind of wish it was him instead. When you would tell him about all the animals and kids you get to work with, his heart would swell up feeling happy that so many people get to see your beautiful smile every day. But when you told him about this actor, about this scene? He felt nothing. Not jealousy nor happiness. He felt empty and no reaction. It was like, he doesn't love this gig but he loves you so they weight each other out.

As to try and feel something he would discuss it with you more, ask about it every day, talk work with you every chance he got. He asked his Hyungs if how he was feeling was normal or not but he was never able to come to a solid conclusion.

He was supportive, but at the same time he just wanted to spend time with you. After asking and hearing about your work that day for5-10 minutes nightly he would spend the next 3-4 hours just holding you, playing games, talking, giving you his undivided attention and not thinking about this other person whom you'd be filming with. As a matter of fact, in these moments, you aren't even an actress to him. You're his Queen/King and that's it.

[alvacchi]

Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: Chapter 3- The Investigation

Oh man I love reading your guys' responses! Haha~ ahh :)

Enjoy!

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-Let's review back to the previous chapter!

-Hanako paid a visit to Yashiro's apartment

-Yashiro had a conversation with Kou and Mitsuba about Hanako

-And now a sudden shocking case of murder?! By the thief??

-Yashiro's adventures continue!

-Back at the agency, Yashiro couldn't believe her ears

-She immediately started questioning the situation

-Yashiro: "W-wait a minute! I need more details! Who died?! Where did this happen?? Are you sure it was Hanako??"

-Tsuchigomori sighed

-Tsuchigomori: "Well, I think we could figure it out at the crime scene."

-So off they went to investigate

-They arrived near a tall building outside

-The forensicists were already there doing their job and preserving the crime scene

-Many people were there out of curiosity

-Tsuchigomori and Yashiro had to squeeze their way through and went under the tapes to have a closer look at the corpse on the ground

-The corpse turned out to be a bird man with a scar on his right eye

-Yashiro vaguely recognized meeting him before

-Yashiro: "Sensei....isn't that...?"

-Tsuchigomori: "It's my former coworker alright. Looks like the guy hit the bucket."

-He sure was nonchalant about it

-Yashiro: "....Uh Sensei? Aren't you sad, even a bit?"

Tsuchigomori: "When you've seen too many crime scenes, you start to desensitize yourself to them."

-Yashiro: "Ah..." [sweatdrops] 'But that's your former coworker'

-A forensicist came up to talk with Tsuchigomori

-Forsenicist: "Sir! We're done with our part so feel free to investigate the scene. We'll run some tests in the mean time."

-Tsuchigomori: "Time to get to work I guess"

-Tsuchigomori knelt down to the body

-On the bird man's chest, there were several wounds.

-Most notably, stab wounds

-Tsuchigomori: "28 stab wounds....most likely from a knife by its shape"

-28? That's a lot...and oddly specific

-The murderer seemed to really have it for him

-Tsuchigomori: "Cause of death should be blood loss..."

-As Yashiro watched Tsuchigomori doing his job, she was puzzled

-What did this have to do with Hanako?

-She didn't see anything that could be related

-So why was he a suspect?

-Yashiro decided to speak up

-Yashiro: "Sensei!"

Tsuchigomori: "Hm?"

-Yashiro: "You said earlier that Hanako was a suspect! Why?"

Tsuchigomori: "Ah, right. Well, I heard from an officer that there were witnesses. A few saw what happened last night. It was dark so they couldn't see well but their reports had similar characteristics that would match with Hanako"

-Yashiro: "That could be anyone!"

-Tsuchigomori: "It's not just that either."

-Yashiro: "What?"

-Tsuchigomori: "You see this tall building? It's where that heist took place."

-Yashiro gasped

-Tsuchigomori: "There are also rumors that Hanako had a knife on him, perhaps for self defense"

Yashiro: "This doesn't really prove much though. We can't pin the blame on Hanako!"

-Tsuchigomori: "You're right. We don't have certain proof. This is all circumstantial evidence and we got no murder weapon here. But right now, he's our main suspect."

-Yashiro couldn't say anything to that.

Tsuchigomori: "What I'm more curious about is why the late Detective Three is here. This bastard is secretive about his work. He seemed to be holding something before, judging from his claws. But that something is gone from the scene."

-As they both pondered, the autotopsy report arrived

-Tsuchigomori checked over it

-Tsuchigomori: "Looks like the information is correct. This murderer is a sly one. Didn't leave any fingerprints. Sounds like a lost case to me. The estimated time of death should be yesterday around late evening but before midnight"

-Before midnight?

-Hanako should have been with Yashiro in her apartment at the time!

-He couldn't have committed the crime

-But she couldn't confirm his alibi

-Their meetings were supposed to be a secret

-and Yashiro could get in trouble if the police knew

-She couldn't prove that he was with her anyways

-She knew though. She was with Hanako the whole time.

-At this rate, Hanako would be framed!

-She felt so helpless. Powerless.

-It infuriated her so much.

-No! She's gonna fail to save a friend again.

-....a friend?

-Would she call Hanako a friend?

-They know barely anything next to each other, other than their occupation

-Deep inside, she wanted to trust him

-She called out to Tsuchigomori

-Yashiro: "Sensei! I don't think Hanako is guilty. I want to take on this case! I will prove Hanako's innocence."

-Tsuchigomori was a bit surprised at Yashiro's declaration. He smiled a little and pat her on the head.

-Tsuchigomori: "Alright then. A Hanako fangirl, aren't you?"

Yashiro: [flustered] "It's not like that!"

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-Yashiro went back to her apartment

-She couldn't get her mind off the crime scene

-As much as she would love to see Hanako now, she didn't know where he lived

-Several days past and no sign of Hanako

-Was he not visiting anymore? Was it hopeless after all?

-The days looked grim to her

-Finally, there was a knock on her window

-She ran to open it as soon as she heard it

-Never had she been so delighted to welcome him in

-But it wasn't Hanako

-There was a black Mokke instead and it had a familiar envelope

-She took it and opened it up

-A heist. He announced one.

-Did he know about the crime?

-Did he know that the security was going to be tightened due to it?

-The crime was kept under wraps from the general public since it was still unresolved

-So unless he was there or heard of it from somewhere, he couldn't have known

-Why would he hold a heist at such a terrible time?

-If he got caught by the police, he would be arrested for stealing and also falsely charged on a murder

-No. She couldn't have that.

-This was the one opportunity to see him

-She won't let go of it

-She decided

-She's got to find Hanako before anyone else

[malleus-md-draconia]

IMPORTANT PSA, PLEASE READ

I don't really make a lot of posts, but please, please, PLEASE reblog this one and let people know.

Today at 6pm EDT, Brother Wolf, one of the largest NO KILL animal shelter in the US is planning to euthanize two dogs.

They have been lying to people about the dogs' personalities, claiming they are vicious and will attack children and that they can't be adopted.

A coworker of mine begged them to let her adopt the dogs after she barely managed to meet the animals in person. They kept telling her the dogs would bite her and her son, but neither of them did so.

The dogs are sweet and nervous and came from the same home. Brother Wolf refuses to adopt them out together, claiming they won't get along with other animals.

They have been THROWING AWAY applications to adopt the dogs, refusing anyone who is willing to help these animals.

I've experienced lies from them myself. I used to volunteer there and would visit this one dog named Flash every weekend. He really began to trust me and eventually would take treats from my hand, come to the gate when he saw me, and let me pet him. Staff told me multiple times that he was not to be trusted and that he would attack me.

Flash only ever barked at strangers. Once he warmed up to me, he stopped barking when he saw me. He never jumped or lunged at the gate, even in excitement. He was very calm. He would take treats from my hand using only his tongue, NEVER HIS TEETH.

I'll say it again

BROTHER WOLF IS A NO KILL SHELTER AND THEY ARE LYING ABOUT THEIR ANIMALS, REFUSING TO HELP THEM GET ADOPTED. THEY ARE ABOUT TO KILL TWO DOGS.

Here's articles to read more

I realize some will claim they had a "bite history" but the first one was due to incompetence of the staff. They were told not to walk the dog yet but they took him out anyway. One person hot bit and they blaimed the dog for not following their own rules.

[piecesofmicorazon]

a rainy busy lovely day

i stayed home all day today, but lots of things happened!

i had a meeting where it didn't go so well, i thought it would be an impossible fix, yet with the help of my coworkers, i felt at rest by the end of it. i'm thankful for rodrigo always helping me out, for good leadership like carly's, and even for clients who challenge me in this way.

then i had a meeting with camille, where she brought up the paris trip again. it kills me every time, my heart burns a little more each time, already setting myself for not being able to go. but is that me limiting God's power? or me being realistic? or both? i feel like even if should mean that i trust Him till the end, even when the answer is no. i feel like it's supposed to be like "even if i don't go," not "even if i don't set up myself up to be disappointed so i'm already assuming i can't go, i'll trust you tho!"

forgive me God, my faith is so small. i do believe in you, i do surely trust in your power and goodness over me. i know you will do the things in your time, that you are doing something that i can't see. so here i am, begging for paris. for me to go, to see the world, to see my friends, to fall in love with another city, to live my parisian dreams, to go and come back safely, and to eventually get to a place where i don't have to fear the process. God i trust you, and i believe that you will bring me there. i pray that it'll be in october, that you will let me go, that you will have your hand over the me the entire time. this mountain for me, but this anthill for you -- will you take me there? will you lead me? go before me? i am undeserving, but i shamely ask for your faithfulness anyways. my heart doesn't want to be disappointed but i will not let myself get in the way of your power. you are God, and i fear you, just like the oceans and the mountains and every living + breathing thing on this earth. you are who you've said you are, and i will lay in that. i hope with my whole heart that you'll take me to paris, i pray for it so deeply. all the pain and exhaustion i've had to feel leading up to this trip, won't you show me mercy again? i feel embarassed and wrong to even be asking these things, yet here i am again. i will not lose hope, not lose faith, knowing that you are fully listening and fully seeing me. it's september 1st and there's not much time left. and yet, you can create miracles overnight, and i pray you'll create one for me too.

i made a post on ig today about how thankful i am for the people in my life. God, you are too good to me. and why? but i can't do anything but thank you and thank you and thank you again. my whole life, i've searched for friends to do life with, for cute tea dates, potlucks, picnics, all of it! and this summer you have brought me all these things, and more. i feel so full and blessed to have met all these precious souls, for an incredible summer, for growth, and for more love. help me to bring you to them.

this saturday i'm having a potluck! i'm hosting! i'm so excited, even though some of my friends aren't able to make it. i pray that it goes well, i don't stress too much, that i let it be. that people would feel full, loved, and happy by the end of it. i'm excited to have this home full of people, how i think it was intended to be. cheers to that!

i was supposed to see some friends today, but because of the storm i couldn't. so i ended up making some of my favorite foods; boxed mac n cheese, salad, truffle fries!

then we watched a scary movie, all three of us, and here i am. thank you for letting me talk to you, for being a friend that i can tell anything to. speak to me Jesus! i can't wait for your response, and though some of these things may seem mundane, i hope it glorifies you in some way still.

yesterday, i had a devo debrief with sheri and erin. i feel so blessed to have the relationship i do with the, thank you for healing our friendship so deeply and for strengthening it with you as the foundation. you are too kind and so good.

i had planned today to be a empty day, where i'd go and walk around all day. but it ended up being quite the opposite, but perhaps if it wasn't so, i wouldn't be here writing this all down. i'm thankful for the way it went.

through the storm, i am reminded even more so of your power and your love that you lavish over me. fill me with your spirit God, with your love and kindness, that i could be more like that. like jordy.

thank you for another day full of blessings, even through this crazy storm (literally)

you are a gracious and generous God, even especially to me. thank you and thank you again!

[the-redthread]

What do you imagine for Julian's most embarrassing moments? I'm thinking of writing a fic with all of the characters most humiliating experiences and how each one could add to them as characters, but Julian has me stumped (so does Caitlin, honestly, but I have a few ideas for her.) I'm doing childhood, teen years, and adulthood for each of them so far, but anything that might help me think of something I appreciate! (I won't steal your ideas, just looking for inspiration and generally curious)

First, I’m sorry it took me ages to answer your ask dear anon. If it’s any comfort, I did spend the whole day zoning out and thinking about it. I encourage you guys to use any idea I’m posting, this fandom is like one big happy family and seeing that someone likes one of my ideas enough to include it in their stories gives me life!! (I’d love to read your work once it’s finished! I’m always here if you need to bounce ideas off.) 

I have a very specific headcanon about Julian’s old traumas therefore what could’ve embarassed him, get ready for a long and angsty trip, love!

When we first meet Julian Albert, we discover a brilliant snarky man who’d rather work alone, has no faith in His coworker and so obviously puts up a tough front whenever he interracts with people. All in all everything about Julian screams TRUST ISSUES.

What on earth could possibly cause a wealthy kid to mistrust people ?

The answer is simple: Being used. Over and over again.

To answer your question, Julian’s most embarassing moment as a child probably wasn’t about being publicly humiliated but more about the deep and sudden realization that he didn’t fit, that kids only befriended him when they wanted something from him. Overhearing your friends say that they only tolerate you so you’d do their homework would do that to you too.

Being the smart kid he was, Julian quickly found a solution, he preferred to be alone anyway.

Growing up, not allowing anyone to use him for his intelligence became a second nature and soon he was off to college, a place full of brilliant minds like him. A place where being smart didn’t paint a bull’s eye on his back.

He was still new to the whole making friends concept but he’d lie if he said he didn’t enjoy it. Meeting people as passionnate for science as he was had thrilled him, for the first time he felt understood. Safe.

Soon enough Julian couldn’t count how many friends he had, he’d go out with a new group almost every night. Friends even complained about not seeing him enough and the best part was that no one asked him to help on science projects or figure out a difficult formula for them. All they wanted was to have fun with him.

It was a call from his bank that made him realize he’d spent a fortune that month. He wasn’t aware how expensive all those drinks, gifts, clothes and tickets he’d paid for truly were. Acting responsible, the following night resulted in all his friends leaving him at the party and as if it wasn’t clear enough the only one that kept him compagny was trying to convince him that someone as rich as him should learn to loosen up and share for once. He had been used again. Second most humiliating moment.

If Julian had been foolish enough to think people could only use him in one way, he didn’t make that mistake again. He  cut ties with the other students and burried himself under work until he graduated with honors and left for good.

Emma’s death had devastated everyone but Julian was a wreck. His sister had meant the world to him. Seeing her again, months after the funeral had bereft him of logic.

Stones, research and expeditions, he’d done anything to get her back but he woke up in his hotel room instead, pictures of his dead team-mates on every local news channel.Fear, panic and guilt had washed over him, knowing that being the only one spared, he’d make the ideal culprit.It was probably a trap, one he had so willingly stepped in. He had been used again, in the most literal sense of the term this time, used body and mind. How ? There was so much he didn’t understand. Who would even believe him when he could hardly believe it himself?There it was, the third most humiliating moment of his life, laced with so much fear that he’d barely recognized the feeling.

Being used had by then become Julian’s biggest fear.

Meeting Barry Allen reminded him of every single person he wanted to get along with only to end up as a tool in their hands. The job not done, the half arsed excuses, the honest to god promise to get things done later and the big pleased smile when Julian would offer to do it instead.

He has somehow ended up with a team, a respectable one at that, trying to amend for his mistakes but Julian Albert wasn’t done being used.