#at one point got into a fight with the police and then sent to jail

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could not for the life of me find the leaks so do tell 🙆🏻🙆🏻🙆🏻

We have Kaiser's back story. It's horrible.

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My [15M] rival [15/50M] has been weirdly aggressive towards me ever since he lost his memories for the second(?) time. Should I be worried about him trying to kill me again?

Summary

A post on r/relationship_advice by u/Chili_Dog1991

EDIT 1: Stop saying I'm Sonic I'm not.

EDIT 2: Okay I am Sonic. I don't see how that matters.

EDIT 3: Stop trying to figure out which of my rivals this is.

EDIT 4: Stop telling me to contact the police about his attempts to murder me or his age. It's complicated in regards to his age but he's essentially 15 and I can already defend myself way better than the police can in regards to his murder attempts. Also the police would probably try to arrest me too because they're either useless or make things actively worse.

EDIT 5: Stop DMing me to ask how murder attempts can be fun. I shouldn't have to explain this.

EDIT 6: Stop implying I'm a masochist.

EDIT 7: Stop implying I'm an adrenaline junkie. If I just wanted adrenaline I've got tons of other people who could give me that.

EDIT 8: To everyone who actually responded with advice, thank you. I attempted to talk to him about it, we fought again, and it turns out he's been acting aggressive because he doesn't know how to show affection so he just defaults to violence. We ended up holding hands after we physically couldn't fight anymore. It was a great night and I think we're together now.

EDIT 9: Which of you motherfuckers sent this to Tails.

ORIGINAL POST

Hi everyone, using a throwaway account to make this post because my little brother knows my main and the embarrassment would kill me if he ever saw this. 

So for context, I've known this guy for a while now, at least in the context of my life. I've got a pretty hectic life and I'm a traveler, so I've met a lot of people and he's one of the few that's been able to keep up with me. Our first meeting was during a bit of a stressful time because he kind of inadvertently framed me for thievery (we look kinda alike and the police are stupid, it's not his fault but I was pretty pissed at the time) and got me arrested, so we ended up fighting about it in the middle of the street. I'm used to fighting and pretty good at it, so it was a surprise when he turned out to be basically my equal at it, which is pretty rare even among my other rivals. He got the upper hand on me for long enough that the police were able to arrest me again. I was pretty mad but also impressed. Our second meeting was even more stressful because I had just got out of jail after being arrested for the second time, and I was still angry about it so we fought again. I was about to win but then it turned out we were both in danger along with some friends of mine so we both left as fast as we could. Both of these times I could tell he was taking the fight seriously, but I could also tell he wasn't trying to KILL ME kill me. Y'know?

Anyway, in our next meeting he was definitely trying to kill me. Outright said it to my face. I won that fight thankfully, and I'm not even angry about it because a lot of people have tried to kill me over the years and also he has some kind of goal I was getting in the way of, and he didn't even succeed. He ended up changing his mind about that goal though, and when we next saw each other we were on the same side trying to deal with a mutual threat. 

And it was at that point I kind of realized I was in love. I've never really wanted a relationship because I thought it would get in the way of my lifestyle, but with this guy specifically it wouldn't be a problem. I would have told him about it, but then I thought he died and I didn't see him for a while. I wasn't too broken up about it because we only knew each other for a couple days, but I was still sadder than I thought I would have been.

He ended up coming back to life though, and he had lost his memories for the second time in his life (long story I'm not gonna get into) and he didn't really remember me anymore. I know from a mutual friend of ours that he remembered me well enough to be annoyed by my name, which made me irrationally happy, and I think he did end up getting his memories back, but when we first saw each other he definitely didn't know who I was. We fought again, it was a tie, and then we ended up teaming up to take down a mutual enemy again. 

Things have been a bit less chaotic since then. We've fought a couple more times but nothing serious, he's saved my life, I've saved his, you know how it goes. We haven't really talked about anything that happened, but that's fine because neither of us have ever been much for verbal communication and we understand each other just fine. I've tried getting over my crush on him, but that's never really worked because we see each other a lot due to our lifestyles and we have some mutual friends in common, and I like spending time with him anyways, even if we're just beating each other up most of the time.

Personality wise, he's basically my polar opposite, but we get on pretty well despite that. I think aside from my general attraction to danger and his ability to match me in a fight and a race that might be the main thing that draws me to him. I've got a lot of friends, but never one so different from me and yet so similar. He's just always been special to me.

But the main reason I'm making this post is because despite all we've been through, he still acts like we're enemies at worst and temporary allies at best. We fight almost every time we meet unless something less serious is going on, and he's pretty grumpy and mean to me all the time. I like this about him, but it does make me question if he even sees me as anything more than a rival, and I don't know how to ask him because we don't talk about weird emotional stuff. I also think that asking him directly could maybe lead to another murder attempt, which would be fun, but it's not what I'm looking for anymore. I don't mind all the fighting, but just once I'd like to kiss him on the mouth instead of punching his teeth in, y'know?

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Learning to Love Again

Request: Hiiiiiiii 😍

Okay what would you think of a sequel to Fight for Freedom where you got even closer with Jake and Javy and Jake always gets into protective brother mode when it comes to you. But it happens that You also got closer to Bradley, really close as you both fell for each other and Jake finds out about that. He acts stern but he gives in as he knows Bradley is the best guy for you ?

Pairings: Dagger Squad x Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, cursing, angst, fluff

Masterlist

First Installment: Fight For Freedom

Second Installmet: Learning to Love Again

Third Installment: Tangled Hearts

It had been 6 months since your ex had been sent to jail and as far as you knew he was still in there. You had tried to get back into the dating scene but each time you would freak out and cancel. Jake and Javy had always been there for you and they were there when you called crying in the middle of the night. There was one person however you had been becoming closer to as time went on. Who is that person? It’s none other than Bradley Bradshaw.

Bradley was the most protective of you that night and when you come into The Hard Deck that night and you went quiet, he knew something was wrong. He wasn’t going to lie, when you took your hoodie and the makeup smeared, he saw red. When they grabbed him and took him outside, he was furious. When Javy threw the first punch, he was glad but he needed to let his anger out and he was the one throwing more punches out of all of them. Since Bradley first laid eyes on you, you had caught his attention and he couldn’t help but become protected of you. Originally when he found you were friends with Jake, he thought it would be a great way to get under Jake’s skin but once he got to you know he had abandoned that idea and wanted to get to know you and eventually become a couple.

When you saw Bradley for the first time, you didn’t know what to think sure he was attractive and you wanted to know him more but you were too scared to due to dating Tony. Bradley was so sweet to you and you wanted nothing more to break up with your no good, now, ex-boyfriend and get with him but you stopped yourself and buried it. When they came back in from the fight and being questioned by the police you saw how his knuckles were the most bruised and roughed up. Jake and Javy’s were too but not like Bradley’s.

Ever since the event at The Hard Deck, Bradley had been more attentive to you and doing things for you even if you didn’t know you need it. It started out with simple things like him letting you borrow one of his pens during class when yours had suddenly run out of ink. He had also started to sit closer to you during lectures or walked you to your jet when you had to go up with him. He had also come over to your house with Jake and Javy to install a security system and alarms on the windows as well as changing the locks out. Bradley had also been checking up on you since the incident and it had gotten to the point where you were expecting and looking forward to hearing his voice or seeing his name pop up on your phone.

Whenever nightmares would arise you had been dialing his number and crying on the phone and then he would be over there comforting you. Jake would be called to but you would just tell him that Bradley was over but you wanted to let him know that you were ok. Jake didn’t know how to feel about you two becoming closer with each other. He knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you but that didn’t stop him from worrying and becoming a big brother that he had titled himself one night at the academy, you were ok with that having been the only child and your parents weren’t the greatest it was nice to turn to someone you trusted. One night it was particularly bad. You had woken up in a panic thinking that Tony was back and out for revenge. You had woken in a cold sweat and labored breathing; you blindly grabbed your phone and called the only other number that you had memorized besides Jake’s and Javy’s.

“Bradley?” You asked in a shaky voice when the call went through.

“Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” Bradley asked taking in your shaky voice and it sounded like you woke him up.

“I woke you up. I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.” You said and were about to end the call but he stopped you.

“No, it’s ok. I would drop anything for you. What’s going on?” He asked and you could hear rustling as he sat up in bed.

“It was really bad. He came back.” Is all you said to him panic started to return to you.

“Who came back?” He asked and you started to sniffle and it was concerning Bradley “Storm?” He asked using your callsign.

“Tony.” Is all you said and he sighed and what you couldn’t see was him close his eyes and jaw clench. Your ex had you so scared that nightmares were forming.

“I’ll be over in a few.” He said and you shook your head.

“No, you don’t have to. Go back to sleep.” You said feeling guilty for waking him up.

“Storm, I’m coming over. I don’t want you alone right now.” He said and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said “Thank you.” You added you wanted to say ‘I love you’ but stopped yourself. You thought that nobody would love you after what you had been through but you were so wrong.

“You’re welcome, Storm. I’m always going to look out for you. I’ll see you in a few.” He said and then hung up the phone.

True to his word. Bradley was knocking on your door and you very eagerly went downstairs and opening the door and into his arms pressing your face into his chest, which he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back and pressing his face into your hair. “It’s ok. I got you.” He said and you just melted into his touch. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked and he felt you shake your head. “Do you want to go back to bed and cuddle?” He asked and felt you nod your head. You pulled away and led the way and when you reached your room you actually took in his appearance and he was in sweatpants and a t-shirt and his hair looked like he just rolled out of bed, which he did.

You climbed into bed and he followed suit. You both didn’t say word you scooted back into him and he wrapped his arms around and you slowly drifted off to sleep. He stayed awake until he felt your breathing even out. He loved you he really did “I love you.” He said once he knew you were asleep and kissed the back of your head and drifted off to sleep himself. It was the best night’s sleep you had gotten and you actually got to feel the loved touch of a man and not the harshness.

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The next morning you woke up early, too early to be getting up, to a warm comforting weight around you. You heard slight snoring and was about to freak out but then remembered what had happened and relaxed. You fell back to sleep until your alarm was going off. The weight was gone and you wondered why until the smell of pancakes and bacon rose up to your bedroom. You lazily got up and walked down to see Bradley in the kitchen cooking breakfast you smiled and walked over to him and hugged him from behind and he smiled. “Good morning. I thought that I would make you some breakfast before heading to the beach with the rest of The Daggers.” He said as he turned the stove off and then turned around and took you in his arms.

“That sounds amazing.” He said and then you did something that shocked both of you. You leaned up and kissed him and again to both of your surprise he kissed back. You both only pulled away when air was needed. “I’m sorry.” You said and began to pull away but he pulled you back and crashed his lips into yours. You both pulled way again for air.

“You don’t have to apologize. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He said looking at you.

“I have too. I just never had the guts. Tony-“ He stopped you.

“Tony is in jail and can’t hurt you. He’s an asshole and can rot in jail. I’m here now. We can take this as slow as you want. I’m gonna teach you how a man is supposed to treat a woman and I’m gonna teach you to love again.” He said and your eyes welled up with tears and you hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much.” You said and he just hugged you tighter. Breakfast was eaten and small talk was made. Then you were getting ready for the beach and then heading to his house for him to get ready. Once all that was done you headed to the beach. When you got there you both got out and he grabbed your hand and looked down at you smiling and you smiled back, this is what you had wanted all along.

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Jake had heard the Bronco pull up and looked up and saw Bradley and then looked over in the passenger side seat and saw you sitting there, he didn’t know how to feel about that but deep down he knew that Bradley would take care of you unlike that shitting ex of yours. He watched you walk hand in hand over to the group. You both greeted everyone and then Natasha was stealing you away because she too had noticed the hand holding and had a smirk on her face and you could see her trying not to squeal. Everyone had decided to play dog fight football and the others had gone over to the two of you but Jake held Bradley back.

 “Don’t hurt her.” He told Bradley sternly and he looked at Jake.

“I would never do that.” Bradley said

“I’ve been with her from the beginning of everything especially Tony. I’ve seen the emotional and physical damage to her. She’s fragile.” Jake said and Bradley could see on his face that he was not playing around.

“Jake, I know she’s like a sister to you and Javy. I’ve seen the shit that Tony put her through. I love her so much. I was ready to kill Tony for her, my career be damned if it meant that it would protect her. I’m not letting her go or down. My mom and dad would kill me if I ever laid a threating hand on her. Mom didn’t raise me that way.” Bradley said and Jake nodded his head.

“I know which is why I trust you to be with her. If you dare lay a hand on her or break her heart. If she comes crying to me or tells me you did, and she will. I will make your life a living hell.” Jake said looking Bradley directly in the eye.

“You can count on me Jake. I’m not letting anything happen to her. I love her too much.” He said and Jake nodded again “We better get over there.” He added and began walking over to the rest. Jake watched him and when Bradley got there, he grabbed your face and kissed you and you wrapped you arms around his torso. Jake knew right then and there that Bradley was going to take care of you and help you learn to love again. Javy looked back at Jake and nodded and Jake nodded back both of them having a silent agreement that Bradley was the right person for you. They hadn’t seen you happy in a long time until you met Bradley.

 Bradley was teaching you to love again and you were ok with it especially if it was from him.  With him, everything was perfect and nothing could harm you and if something did Bradley was there taking care of you. You had a feeling this was going to be the relationship that was going to last and you were looking forward to it.

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i’m pretty sure i’ve read this before (or it was even my own idea but i’m not sure) BUT

frequent flyer tony? but he flies in and out of jail… he’s got a drinking problem and loads of anger management problems. he gets into fights in bars like once a week.

and who’s there to cuff his ass? officers bucky and steve. tony gets flirty with them, they are basically friends now considering how often they meet. he also often picks fights with them, wanting desperately physical contact, even if it’s having the officers put him on the ground. steve and bucky remain professional, but a little frustrated.

but, one day, the two officers have someone with them. a trainee from the police academy, one peter parker.

and tony? well, he’s never seen anyone prettier, not even in his dreams.

- @professional-benaddict 💗💗

I have seen something similar too! I think one where Peter acts all nervous and weak then he gets targeted. Tony founds out and goes to help but then witness this unrealistic show of strength he displayed (spiderman powers I think) - So if anyone reading this knows the fic post a link in the comments/share with us! I remember enjoy it when I read it but its been a while.

But yes I LOVE the idea of Officer Barnes and Rogers. Tony Stark the pain in their ass but they like the guy even if he is just asking for an asswoopin'.

Also, this has been sitting in my ASKS for a while cause I thought I responded to it lol

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Tony knows he is getting released the next day, but he has GOT to see Officer Parker up close before he leaves. He fiddles with his lunch tray and then eyes the person at the far end of the table. The crowd has died down as peopled left to go back to the cell block. He doesn't want to cause a HUGE incident.

Just enough to get in trouble but not enough to get sent to solitary and delay his stay another two weeks. Its not enough time to figure out the newbies schedule yet. No point in going into the hole for 2 weeks if he doesn't have anything to look at. He picks up his spoon, and then tosses it and hits the person on the head.

"Oops. How clumsy of me!"

The other inmate snarled and stood up, picking up their tray and moves to toss it at Tony, before making his way around the table to tackle him. The inmate was only able to get one hit in before the officers were pulling them apart. Steve pulled the raging inmate off of Tony, already moving to cuff him and walking him away. Bucky yanking tony up off the ground. Forcing his over the table to start restraining him.

" God damn-it Stark. Every other week its something with you. "

" It was an ACCIDENT! The spoon slipped! "

"Yeah? Slipped and flew 20ft?"

" Its possible! I've done the math! Plus he hit ME! I'm the victim here"

" You've done the math? That a new one"

"Err.. Actually it is possible.. math wise. Not in this case, it was clearly thrown to look like an accident. But… math isn't exactly wrong."

Bucky and Tony turn to look at the now red Peter.

Tony gets a huge grin on his face, bucking back against Officer Barnes.

"See? Not all Officers are just brainless muscle men. Some have skills AND look good in a uniform."

Bucky rolls his eyes and hauls Tony off the table and starts walking him back toward his cell. Officer Peter following behind. Once they got the cell, Tony turns around and smirks.

" So…TRAINEE - First day good for you? It's always good to get bent over a table by Officer Barnes here."

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Ace Attorney: IF (... Part 3)

Time waits for no man. A couple of years after the resolution of both the original KG-8 and the reopened IS-7 incidents, the curtains rise on the Second KG-8 incident. The mysterious Yatagarasu has long since entered the public eye, revealing quite a few dirty dealings in the legal and business worlds. In the latest headlines, the Yatagarasu broke into a foreign embassy and stole something, sending it to the police. Deid Mann was set to testify against the smuggling ring, and was murdered by Mack Rell, whose crime was caught on tape.

Of course it doesn't end there. (人◕ω◕) Mack refuses to go down without a fight. Originally, he claimed to be the Yatagarasu himself; but as those dreams of stardom were dashed due to his own ignorance of the evidence sent to the police, he switched gears and claimed that the real Yatagarasu ordered him to murder Deid Mann. He further claimed to know the identity of the real Yatagarasu. (人◕ω◕)

This causes quite the stir as Mack accuses the prosecutor in charge of being the Yatagarasu. The defendant begs the judge to believe him. Forced to at least investigate this new possibility, the judge calls for a recess so that a replacement prosecutor can be called in, as well as witnesses that could testify to the veracity of these claims.

Byrne wastes no time in dragging Mack to the defendant lobbies to interrogate him on this rash and unsettling accusation. Tyrell, who was originally scheduled to testify as an expert witness on the Yatagarasu, felt something might go wrong for his longtime friend and decided to call for a detective from the precinct to guard the lobby until the trial was to resume. He waited downstairs at the main entrance of the courthouse for the ten minutes it took for Gumshoe to get there.

During this ten minutes... Quite a bit happened. Kay was waiting for her dad to wrap up the trial, and Simon was asked to come pick her up since it looked like the trial was going to drag on for a while. At 17, Simon was close to finishing high school and looking into prospects of becoming an actor. What drew him to the silver screen wasn't the fame, it was the various tricks and stunts, working out how to make movie/TV magic happen. Simon already had quite the reputation with the stage plays he'd participated in, and a few talent agencies were looking his way.

... But more than that, what originally got him thinking about acting was what his father was getting up to in recent years. Byrne and Tyrell tried to keep the children in the dark, but Simon was a teenager, and a rather sharp one at that. It didn't take much effort to confront his dad about his nightly escapades with clear evidence that Byrne couldn't refute.

While the acts of theft and upending corporations with their dirty laundry didn't upset Simon on their own - even if the courts had some uses, they were still pretty freaking powerless against people that literally bought verdicts and hid evidence - Simon was miffed that Byrne's life choices may result in Kay robbed of a father.

So the two of them reached a sort of... agreement. Whenever Byrne accomplished his goal of catching the leader of that smuggling ring, crushing the ring, whatever Byrne wanted to do... He needed to hang up the cowl, so to speak. Simon wouldn't say a word, especially not to Kay, but Byrne needed to limit the crimes he was actually committing. They both knew Byrne would turn himself in at some point, his conscience wouldn't allow anything less. But Byrne mustn't allow his ambition to consume him and thus abandon his daughter.

Byrne didn't want to abandon either of his children. So the Yatagarasu was always careful about how much they actually did, what they stole. Doubtless, they would face jail time eventually... But it wouldn't be a life sentence. All members of the Yatagarasu were members of the legal profession and law enforcement, so they knew the laws. Calisto always towed the line, pushing for more extreme shows of force, but Tyrell and Byrne kept the Yatagarasu... tempered.

The current case was... a rare exception. It was important, having direct ties to the smuggling ring. Simon heard all the justifications from Byrne, and while the judicial circus with Mack's accusation chafed the young man wouldn't meddle. He'd pick Kay up as requested, and they'd go out somewhere until the dust settled.

... That was the plan. But in that first ten minutes during the recess, Kay was pretty insistent on getting "therapeutic swiss rolls" (Simon had to help correct her on that first word). Hence, Simon helped her purchase four of them, even though that meant $12 down the crapper. And though he wasn't supposed to, he waited around with Kay so that she could give swiss rolls to their dad and Uncle Badd. It was hard to say "no" to that girl, even if she was 10 now and still clinging to the cutesy phase...

Calisto was forced to modify her plans with the kids around. If it was only Kay, the traitor could ignore her. But Simon and Calisto were rather... tense around one another. He never did like her very much, and the brat could never identify why... It was some gut instinct, and consequentially Calisto didn't like Simon very much either. She knew perfectly well why he distrusted her; on some level, he perceived that there was something fake about her, and the brat wasn't wrong. From the beginning, Calisto was planted here to deal with enemies of the smuggling ring.

Something that was rather difficult to accomplish with Simon's paranoid check-ins. More than a few times the brat stayed up past bedtime and eavesdropped on Yatagarasu meetings while held at the Faraday household. She's pretty certain Tyrell noticed, but never did much about it; probably because Simon's actions were all tied back to protecting Kay, and the old man had a rather notable soft spot for that girl. Byrne probably noticed sometimes, but that man got caught up in the heat of the moment and would often overlook people and things around him.

It was like baring his neck to Calisto. The way he trusted people so easily... Byrne was clearly the softer target between him and Badd. And that's why Calisto planned to eliminate him and abandon Badd to the legal fallout.

Except... with Simon and Kay lurking in the hallway, Calisto didn't trust for one damn minute that she could kill both Byrne and Mack, arrange the crime scene, and set up that tape to obfuscate the time of death. If one of Simon's check-ins happened during any of that setup, Calisto would be screwed. Arranging for someone to keep Simon busy wouldn't work; he'd absolutely see right through Calisto. She had no choice but to assume the worst when it came to that kid, Simon was a damn complication she didn't need right now. Acquiring the Yatagarasu's Key would have to wait for a better opportune moment.

Getting her hands on the key might be delayed... But arranging for Byrne's demise was doable. Death by poison was far from ideal, left a lot to chance, but Calisto needed that time delay to throw suspicion off her. It further helped that Byrne already poured himself a cup of coffee and had forgotten it while questioning Rell; the prosecutor didn't bat an eye when Calisto entered Lobby No. 2 under the pretense of checking on the evidence. Likely believed it was Yatagarasu-related.

Idiot.

After slipping the slow-acting poison into the coffee, and some fake fishing around the evidence bag and writing something in her notepad, Calisto excused herself and cast Rell one last warning look before leaving. Smuggling in that poison had not been easy... But with Byrne having Simon as a kid, the young woman knew better than to leave anything to chance. She still had a gun on her if the absolute worst came to pass and she came under suspicion... And that was looking incredibly likely since she'd had no choice but to leave Rell alive in this altered plan. The stooge caved to two things: Money and authority. If opportunity presented itself, she was definitely going to put a bullet between his eyes. Fingers crossed he kept his trap shut long enough for her to achieve her goals...

Simon saw Calisto go in and out of Lobby No. 2, of course. But she was only in there for a couple minutes, and from what he was able to see Byrne was still fine so he didn't think much of it. Kay tried to use that time to give her dad his swiss roll, but he wasn't in the mood for the treat and asked the kids to wait out in the hall. Byrne wound up finishing his coffee shortly after that, unaware of the poison he ingested as a consequence.

A short while later, Tyrell returned with Gumshoe and got pulled away by Calisto who wanted to talk in Lobby No. 1. Simon didn't much appreciate Gumshoe's ability to get distracted by a vending machine of all things... But Kay being the angel she was, wanted to help the big guy get a swiss roll; Simon unfortunately didn't have a spare dollar to exchange for Kay's coins, so she ran off to find someone that could. Kay still encountered Miles who was waiting for the trial to start with his mentor, and exchanged money with him.

During the remainder of the recess, Simon watched Kay bond with Gumshoe, reluctantly acknowledging the guy wasn't so bad... Simpleminded, absolutely. But his heart was in the right place, keeping Kay amused. Simon occasionally peeked on Uncle Badd and Calisto, as well as monitoring the "replacement" prosecutor that Chief Von Karma assigned to the case. If it wasn't for Kay's whims, Simon would have gotten her out of here already with how tense everything was...

Eventually the recess came to an end.

Tyrell went to fetch Byrne and Rell for the trial, and has Gumshoe escort the defendant while the older detective waits for his friend to freshen up a bit as he isn't feeling well. Byrne gets a drink from the fountain, waving Tyrell off to go in ahead of him and he'll be in shortly. And a few minutes into the trial resuming… Byrne collapses in his seat, Tyrell instantly at his side and checking on him. He isn't breathing, and announces this to the court that Byrne needs urgent medical attention. Everyone scrambles to action as the judge calls for immediate adjournment until they figure out what's going on. Byrne is rushed to the hospital, while that courtroom and attached areas are cordoned off for investigation. Mack Rell is detained as a suspect of the attack, no matter how unlikely. Courtroom spectators are temporarily held for questioning and then sent home until the case gets resolved; both for their safety and in case the police need to get back in touch with them.

Byrne's condition at the hospital is kept highly classified, but it's clear he's not well. It takes Tyrell a good hour before he returns to the courthouse, and grimly he reveals Byrne has passed away to investigators. The case is treated as a homicide as it was a variant of strychnine found in his system. Badd wants the murderer found, and orders the courthouse turned upside down; reluctantly he allows Von Karma's pupils to participate, and for Calisto to investigate what she wants so long as she doesn't get in the way.

In a cruel twist of fate, Calisto plants the container that originally held the strychnine on Gumshoe, and he still falls under suspicion as the police find traces of poison in the coffee Byrne drank. Simon and Kay are both unconvinced of Gumshoe's guilt but are dismissed by investigators and Tyrell has to step in to watch over them.

Partly because of Gumshoe's personality, and partly because he thinks it's too easy, Miles stubbornly looks into the case to seek the perfect proof. He wants to bring honor to his mentor… Despite the unsavory rumors about him so prevalent these days. And of course, Franziska wishes to make it a competitor between them.

… The investigation is a lot tougher because there's so few clues and testimonies. But eventually, through Simon and Kay's side of the story, and supplementary testimony from Rell that Gumshoe never set foot inside the lobby during the recess, Miles builds up a case of Gumshoe's innocence. And through Rell, they get him to crack and sell out Calisto. Cornered long before she can snatch the Yatagarasu's Key, Calisto tries making a hasty escape, take a hostage… But Simon trips her up mid-escape and buys enough time for Tyrell to catch up and arrest her. Simon gets chewed out for recklessness, especially by a grief-stricken Kay… But Tyrell thanks the young man for his heart being in the right place. For keeping another regret from being thrown onto the pile…

In resolving the case, it's revealed Byrne is actually alive. Hanging on by a thread, but alive. They went through with a charade to put the culprit in a false sense of security, and to lockdown the crime scene. As such, Calisto cannot be charged with murder… But she is tied up in Rell's murder of Deid Mann, and she is a member of the smuggling ring. She's also revealed to not be Cece Yew's sister… Privately, Tyrell makes a plea for cooperation in dealing with the smuggling ring. He knows now that she was never on their side, and that the embassy tied to the key is intimately connected to the ring. But all the same, Tyrell can see that on some level, Calisto is relieved her plan fell apart so spectacularly. She could easily try to return to the fold with the ring… But would they take her back after failing? In the end, what did Calisto herself want for her life?

It wasn't easy talking with Calisto. Tyrell was honestly enraged at what she tried to do… But in the end, the Yatagarasu had a bond. Calisto might have only been there superficially, but it wasn't so cut and dry. Calisto herself admitted her assignment was… unpleasant. And she was getting a fair deal out of this - a few years in prison, and then Badd could arrange for her transfer into the precinct as an investigator under him, provisionally. She simply needed to prove she wanted that fresh start. Oh, she would be watched like a hawk… But given that the ring would be trying to gun after her even if she turned the deal down, Calisto felt this was her best chance at any kind of life. The only drawback is that Calisto was bitter about being anywhere near Tyrell or Byrne after this… As much as she tried distancing her emotions from their partnership, Calisto didn't think she deserved redemption after stabbing them in the back. Byrne barely survived. Calisto would rather discard her emotions and stay loyal to the ring until the bitter end…

But ultimately, they still had the Yatagarasu's Key. The ring would come for her. Badd knew full well how serious they could be; his damn jacket testified to that. … But in the end, Calisto was a conflicted woman that wanted to live. That wanted to have purpose. The ring held her loyalties for personal reasons, but if she was just going to be cut off like she was expecting… Calisto might as well wait out the storm and see where this new life would take her. She grudgingly accepted Tyrell's offer, privately doubting Tyrell would actually make the effort for her a few years from now… She was resigned to disappointment. Yet in a few years, after feeding the police intel on the ring, Tyrell would surpass her expectations and she'd have a job as an officer waiting for her. And it wouldn't be difficult at all to work her way up, with her knowledge and experience. When Alba was ousted as an ambassador, and taken to court for his crimes… The same with Manny Coachen… Calisto didn't feel guilty at all.

This wasn't the only change, however. Tyrell also took pity on Miles, who seemed so pitiful as a pup of Von Karma. He filled the "boy" in on his father's last case getting resolved a few years back, how Von Karma wasn't as perfect as he puffed himself up to be. It was quite a wakeup call for Miles… And it only got worse for him as he tried confronting Von Karma. The Chief Prosecutor dismissed and fired him, on the grounds that the prosecutor's office didn't need idealistic whelps so quick to slander. Manfred was disappointed in his pet project fizzling out so pitifully… But it was bound to happen with IS-7 cleared up. He's only shocked that Ray Shields or Badd didn't try anything sooner. Regardless, Manfred turns all his attention to his daughter's inevitable debut and cementing his position as the Chief Prosecutor.

As for Miles… Ray got alerted to the fallout from Badd, approached and gave Miles the offer to work at his dad's agency that Ray was keeping alive and well. Left with nowhere else to go, disowned by both Von Karma's (Franziska in heated denial over her father's true nature), Miles decides to give the bar exam another try, this time as a defense attorney. He feels numb and lost… But Ray won't give up on him. And he'll have a "little brother" in Sebastian. Gumshoe also keeps in touch, and is all too willing to help at crime scenes… Much to Miles' chagrin.

Simon lets Kay have her reunion with her dad, but gets dragged into the affair by an amused Tyrell. There's still the allegations that Mack brought up, that Byrne is the Yatagarasu… But they "clear it up" in court in the coming days and prove it couldn't be him. Calisto's cooperation helps the investigation into the smuggling ring move along, but it still takes some time to build a case against Alba and Coachen. In the meanwhile, the Yatagarasu quietly retires, and for now Byrne resolves to be there for Kay and Simon and carry on with his pursuit of the ring through proper legal channels. His brush with death leaves Byrne in a shaken state, but he will continue to live and make his own peace with Calisto… However long that may take him. Kay won't learn about the Yatagarasu's identity for a few more years at least, but Simon convinced Byrne and Tyrell it needed to happen someday.

For now, they're a family. Simon's on his way to leaving the nest, but not leaving their lives. Can't let Byrne to do anything harebrained so soon after nearly losing his life~… Tyrell is just as determined to keep the Faraday's safe and reform Calisto. They haven't lost yet. (人◕ω◕)

[raestarz]

Rookie Hour

Chapter Five - I Don't Trust Her.

A/N: This is in Leon's POV so eat it up because this'll happen every once in a blue moon :) @neteyamsmunch <- my favorite girlie Word Count: 2.1 k

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I had tried to open the door that the mysterious woman had went through it was locked but after a couple of beats it was unlocked and I went inside keeping my handgun at the ready, I look over at my shoulder at Kyaire for a moment before going ahead getting a map of the Police Station B1 map. I head back over to her as she leans against the parking garage pillar still, “You doing alright?” I ask her softly, giving her a gentle smile. She seemed as if she was deep in thought, clearly not answering me, for a while and I took that moment to examine her features. Kyaire honestly was gorgeous, I don’t understand how that guy back there was her father. The way she furrowed her brows while she was in thought or fidgeted parts of her clothes when she was anxious. Her tells of her emotions were nearly so easy to see, her hair…locks I think? Looked fresh and brand new but also growing worn from our previous adventures, fighting her father and all. She had the prettiest hazel eyes but they leaned more toward green. I wonder if she got them from her mother, clearly her mother was African-American as she was. Kyaire suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts when she spoke, her eyes trained on me, “I’m fine, Leon. Just wondering if that woman is really a part of the FBI.” 

I furrowed my brows confused, “Why wouldn’t she be?” I asked. Kyaire shrugged her shoulders pushing herself off the pillar getting somewhat closer to me and I felt the breath in my throat hitch. Jesus Christ. “I dunno know, just a feeling.” Her eyes examined my face, I felt the heat rise to my face. I blink hard for a long minute, “Alright well, I hope your feeling is…wrong? I think she’s a good person.” Kyaire raised a brow at me, “Uh huh, sure. Let’s just keep going, yeah?” I nod taking her back over to near the location where I got the map and we go down the hall of the jail. Kyaire sniffs and then snorts, “It smells like ass in here.” She whispers and I let out a low chuckle, “Yeah, definitely.” We both warily continue to walk down the jail hall spotting zombies holding onto the bars or just sitting on the floor looking completely out of it.

We find a man stuck inside of a jail cell, “Hello?” He called out to us and we rushed over. “Hey.” I greeted the man with a small smile, Kyaire trailing behind me. I knew she had my back at all times, I could trust her with my life at this point. “I don’t believe it. A real human.” The man stood up from the jail’s cement seat walking over to the bars. He gave a happy smile as if he couldn’t believe it, “Hello, human…Oh? Humans…?” I turned back looking over my shoulder, he clearly spotted Kyaire. Then I turned back to the man, nodding, realizing I needed to ask this man the important questions. Clearly he was in the cell for a reason right? “You been here long?” I ask, raising a kind brow, maybe he locked himself in here to protect himself from the zombies. The man responded enthusiastically, “Long enough. Are we the last ones alive?” I give the man a calm and reassuring smile, “No, no, there’s a few of us.” The man laughed and backed away from the bars, taking a puff from the cigarette I just noticed, I shriveled my nose in disgust while Kyaire walked over silently putting her arm on top of my shoulder but not exactly leaning against me, I look down at her giving her a soft smile which she clearly don’t notice. Which is okay, I don’t even know what would be her reaction to me looking at her like that. The man looks between us giving a weird stare before he speaks again, “Oh…that’s good news, I guess.” I nod giving a short yeah, and the man adds on, “Unless, of course, Irons sent you.” I lean forward a bit, my brows raising, maybe just maybe the chief of police knew what was going on. “Irons…? You mean Chief Irons? Is he still around?” I ask enthusiastically, I hear Kyaire give a snort and I shoot her a look, she stops leaning on me and gives a small shrug. “Chief Irons isn’t exactly…the best around here.” She explained, the man nodded in her direction, “The girl is right. But, who cares. Hopefully, he’s somebody’s dinner by now.” I furrowed my brows even more confused looking between Kyaire and the man. 

“What do you mean by that?” I ask clearly wanting answers, because this makes little to no sense why would he? The man answers my question but not the right one, “He’s the bastard who locked me in here.” The man huffed, taking another puff of his cigarette. I narrowed my eyes a bit and nodded, “I’m sure he had a good reason.” I know Kyaire must be giving me a look right now because she grunts, and I know I’ll be in for it after we walk away from him. The man nodded, taking another puff of his cigarette, “He did.” I smirk feeling like for once I was finally right. He throws down his cigarette to the floor and smirks, “I was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass.” Clearly feeling smug about his findings which I find hard to be true, why would people appoint a dirty cop to be the chief? He adds on, “I’d have done the same thing too, I guess.” Giving a small shrug. All three of us hear a noise down the hall from the jail, I look down and then back to the man and he meets my eyes. “Hey! I’ll make you a deal…” He offers, leaning against the bars again holding out exactly what we needed the parking pass to get out of here, he adds on, “Unlock this cell and I’ll give you this. There’s no other way out of that parking garage! Believe me!” He insists, and I look Kyaire in the eyes and her eyes meet mine. Kyaire nods, and I huff, “Sorry…I can’t do that. I have to talk to the chief first.” Kyaire elbows me in the ribs and I let out a low grunt. “Come on, Ky I can’t let out a guy who's clearly in here for a reason.” She gave me a look of disbelief and argued back, “Clearly he was tossed in here because of Chief Irons being a dirty ass cop!” I shook my head ready to fight back till the man behind the bars interrupted, “Look, we’re all prisoners in this station.” He said clearly motioning to the three of us standing here, Kyaire had her arms crossed clearly upset with me till we heard another noise that was from a zombie.

We both turn taking our weapons out again, then turn back to the man who continues to talk, “So either we play nice and help each other out─” I hear more noises but this time creaking, the man looks absolutely terrified and I whip my head to where he’s looking, Kyaire already has her gun trained ahead of her. I take a breath and the man adds on, “Shit. It’s coming.” He panicked backing up away from the bars. I need answers, and I need them now. I need to keep Kyaire and me safe, I don’t know what I would do if she got hurt even more than she already is. “What─what’s coming?” I shout walking up to the bars grabbing the bars. The man panicked even more, looking between me and the area past me and Kyaire. “C’mon─c’mon, don’t be an asshole…Ok?” He asked and held up the parking pass again, and in that moment I knew he was clearly wrongly imprisoned and Kyaire had been right as always. Fuck. “You need this!” He emphasized backing up to against the wall, “Just get me the fuck outta here!” He shouted at me. Suddenly a large hand bursts through the wall grabbing the man's head dragging up and I took out my gun training it on the large gloved hand, trying to see if I shoot anything beside the man. The man screamed and struggled, Kyaire turned and gasped, my eyes met hers and I could see hers dim a bit more. I felt my heartbreak for her, we looked back at the man who was still screaming, his arms flailing and the gloved hand squoze his head till it popped like a tomato. And then dropped the man's dead body onto the floor, I gasped and Kyaire gagged. I turned and looked at her, she looked away from the man’s dead body and seemed shaken by the scene. “Kyaire…” I whisper softly walking over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder and she suddenly brushes my hand away. I took a breath knowing she was in shock and needed time. Oh my god…What was that? And what’re we gonna do? I looked at the man’s body for a moment then looked back at Kyaire. I looked at the hole that thing left and heard footsteps coming down the hall. “Who is that!?” I asked, training my gun down the hall and it was the mysterious woman from earlier. She comes into the light, “It’s just me, so you can put that thing away.” I sigh, putting my gun down.

Kyaire sniffled and walked over, standing on the opposite side of me where the woman was. Leaning against me again, I desperately wanted to wrap my arm around her waist, why…Would I wanna do that? Anyway, it doesn't matter. I had to explain the situation to this FBI agent, I sighed again, “I don’t even know what happened─ It just…happened so quick.” The woman leaned against the bars peering into the cell, looking at the man's body. Kyaire took out a breath and leaned against the brick wall near the cell not wanting to look at the man clearly for a good reason. The woman looked at us pointedly, “I told you to get out of here.” She shouted at us and then pointed at Kyaire, “I thought you’d be smarter than him, but clearly not.” I step in front of her pointed finger, “Don’t talk to her like that.” I huffed, and the woman smirked at us, nodding toward the man, “You two wouldn’t wanna end up like Ben, would you?” She added on to her previous statement. I furrow my brows now even more confused than ever, what is going on here?! “You knew him?” I asked softly now, feeling slightly bad for the woman. The woman crossed her arms explaining a bit, “He was an informant. Had information useful to my investigation.” I let out an exasperated breath, “So what he said was true?” I ask and Kyaire lets out an unamused laugh. I turned back to look at her for a moment before the mysterious woman started to walk away again, “Hey, you can’t keep walking away from me!” I gave chase for a moment grabbing her arm and she pulled her arm away, narrowing her eyes at me. “I don’t even know your name!” I huffed trying to at least get more information from her. I decided to give her my name, “...I’m Leon Kennedy.” I said hoping she would also give her’s, she sighed before stepping closer to me, “Find a way out, Leon. Before it’s too late…Then we’ll talk.” She stated, and for some reason the way she said my name sent shivers down my spine. It felt good, a weird kind of good. As she started to walk away she spoke again, “Name’s Ada…” I sighed, looking away from Ada to now…Ben. Knowing we had to get his parking pass to get out of here. Kyaire finally spoke up, “Now I don’t trust her even more.” I blinked and looked at Kyaire shocked, “Why not? She’s giving us more information, Ky…? Give her a chance, please?” I pleaded with her and Kyaire huffed. “Fine.” Stepping away from the brick wall near the cell, and the circuit breaker near it as well. “Well, I guess the deal’s on.” Kyaire murmured. I nodded, giving Kyaire a soft smile, “See I knew you weren’t too emo to give people chances.” She rolled her eyes in response, “Don’t get your hopes up, boy scout.” My face felt hot at the comment. “Yeah, yeah…” I muttered.

We started to walk down the jail hall hopefully going to find something to open Ben’s jail cell and get that parking pass. 

These two are starting to grow on me…

[mayocs-dumpster]

Still on the hype for JJD's rewrite:

Teivel!!

JJD and Teivel met after she found him annoying one of his "friends" by tickling them, although only to be an ass since he didn't liked them for real. At first Teivel approached her for looking like a nerd, but got really interested once noticed her big eyes. His goal was to manipulate her to do what he wants, but didn't even needed it since she gave some crazy ideas herself. The only thing that really annoyed him was that she still pretended to be an angel infront of others, when he wanted the opposite. The two then officially bullied people together, JJD mostly as a watcher taking notes and laughing, but began to participate more once Teivel offered to do just like he did with that old "friend" and tickle (torture) some of their colleagues sometimes. That phase was when JJD's obsession truly began and developed.

At some point, teachers finally caught her bullying others along with Teivel, making her get scolded and consequently grounded. But now more open thanks to Teivel, she secretly did not listened, doing things such as leaving at night when her parents were sleeping. Leaving school, the bullying obviously stopped, but her and Teivel were still friends. She helped him being the brains, and he helped her with her "freak" tastes. At 21-22, after getting into a fight with someone who he obviously shouldn't, Teivel got stabbed multiple times and hospitalized. At this time they already didn't talked much, JJD doing her own things in secret.

Finally, at 23-24, Teivel was caught by the police in his own house, after finding out about his multiple crimes, including beating up a person simply because they laughed at him. At jail, he managed to extend his own sentence for his bad behaviour; and at 28-30, he was sent to "Spooky Town" as a way to get rid of him, basically. Upon finding out that he was now in the city, JJD decided to go free him for fun.

Now here's the tricky part:

@paperbagirlratlover

[jackiewepps]

Anime Talk - Something Different

I don't know if I'll post this or not, I'm only writing it to get my thoughts and feelings in order because after watching the last episode of My Home Hero, both my thoughts and my feelings are all over the place.

I issue a spoiler warning as I will be talking about the whole series. Please only read if you have watched the whole thing or don't plan on ever watching it, or if you just don't care about spoilers.

For this whole season, My Home Hero has just hit me so many times, and it certainly hasn't been kind about it. For one thing, I was definitely not ready for the father to murder his daughter's abusive boyfriend in the first episode. What the boyfriend, Nobuto's gang exposed the father, Tetsuo and the mother, Kasen for afterwards... well, I wasn't entirely ready for that either, and certainly not the video that Tetsuo was forced to make after that. I was ready for a lot of things, but not for... the majority of what they showed in the anime.

In short, I think when I first started watching the series, I was expecting mystery. But what I got was thriller, and an emotional one at that.

Why was I hit so hard emotionally by it all? Well, that is easy. The main characters, Tetsuo, Kasen and Reika (the daughter) are the three members of a loving family. I assume I'm not the only one who is lucky enough to be a member of such a family. I never want to see my parents do what Reika's parents did. The only thing I have seen my dad murdering for hurting his child was a table bench set for children that left a splinter in my sister's butt and made her cry (she was still very small then). Anyway, while the parents are nothing like mine in personality, the bond they share is similar.

I also had a lot of mixed feelings about who to support. I wanted to support Tetsuo and his wife because... well I understand their motivations completely. However, then there is Kyouichi, whom I just really began feeling sorry for. I really hoped I'd get to see him reclaiming his father's business. But Kyouichi is a gang member, and Tetsuo... well he killed someone and is trying to get away with it. He does it to protect his family but... While I never thought he deserved to be killed for protecting his daughter from getting killed in an abusive relationship, I still think he should at least have served some time in jail. Had Tetsuo turned himself in to the police, he would only have gotten that punishment, being sent to prison, as Japan usually only give the death penalty to people who are guilty of murdering multiple people. Throughout the entire anime, that's what I was hoping would happen in the end, that Tetsuo would get the gang to leave his family alone, then go to prison and serve his time there. But that hope was all out towards the end of episode 11 and completely extinguished at this point.

So, what happened? Well, Nobuto's dad, Matori, found out that his only family, his son, was dead and swore revenge on the murderer and their family. Kyouichi, who has been framed for Nobuto's murder, finds out who really did it and tells Matori. Matori then goes to Reika's apartment to search for signs that that was where his son was killed. However, there is Tetsuo, sleeping peacefully after having just escaped execution by the gang because he was the one who framed Kyouichi. He and Matori meet and Matori tries to kill Tetsuo to avenge Nobuto, but Tetsuo can't let himseelf get killed as Matori tells him that his wife and daughter will be next. The two fight to kill each other. It causes a lot of noise and the police is called to the apartment, but while Tetsuo is choking Matori to death, he convinces the police to leave them alone and once the coast is clear, both from police and gang menters, he disposes of Matori's body and Nobuto's remains at a deserted part of a forest out in the mountains. Then he goes home to his worried wife and daughter. A while later, Typhoon no. 11 hits their area, causing earth and rocks to slide down the mountain, further covering the grave that Tetsuo made for his two victims.

I think I have inherited part of my dad's thinking. When he reads mystery novels, he wants to see the mureerer getting punished. I want to see that too, so in a way, it really bothers me that Tetsuo actually gets away with murdering, not once, but twice!

In a way, I wish I could recommend this series to someone but... well, my dad will probably hate it because of the ending and like the rest of my family, he doesn't seem to watch something he knows is anime. I'd say, you need the stomach for a story where things are a lot different. In a way, it is realistic. There is no pure good, nor any pure evil among the people that are featured the most. The innocent ones in this would probably be Nobuto's first girlfriend, Hibiki, and then Reika, who wasn't his girlfriend as much as she was "the other woman" without even knowing it. They never did anything criminal.

So yeah, My Home Hero has quite a different story from what I have seen in fiction so far. It has sympathetic, but very criminal characters everywhere, a summary that almost makes you think mystery and a plot that makes you think thriller. It has a great opening soundtrack and an almost as good ending soundtrack. Every character seems well written and it has a somewhat abrupt end. It even has some lose threats, like why are the members of the gang interested in Kasen's family? What kind of people is her family, why did Tetsuo take her family name if the family did not approve of their marriage? What happened to Kyouichi in the end? Things like that were things I wondered about as the series ended. So yeah, it has a little bit of a lot of things. Watch it if you want, but at your own risk. It's definitely not a series for children, or people who can't stand violence, threats of violence, threats of rape and death.

Thank you for reading. I think I will post it.

[queen-scribbles]

👪,🍧, 🌙, & ☄️ for Kina!!

Yesss my spiky girl!

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

Ha. Well. In a word? Criminal. 😂 Her dad(Pak Taldine) is was a gangster so ruthless his own men sold him out and got him sent to Belsavis(where he grows a conscience and turns his life around, hence the was). Her mom(Kyvii) was a grifter and one of the front staff for a casino Pak's gang worked out of. Kina didn't really have any sort of relationship with Pak; he just let Kyvii stay on at her job as long as she still pulled her weight, and he landed in Belsavis prison when Kina was about 12. She knew who he was and his reputation but that was about it, I don't think he ever said two words to her.

Kyvii did... an alright job single parenting while working at a gang-controlled casino. She taught Kina all the tricks and dirty fighting stuff she knows, how to shoot a blaster, how to spot an easy mark, how to play up being innocent, all that. She got caught scamming some rich kid when Kina was 13 and landed in jail. Kina's been on her own ever since.

There's no siblings, thanks to the fling-like nature of Pak and Kyvii's relationship(if you can even call it a relationship). She doesn't even know what's happened to her parents since she wound up on her own. And yes, yes I HAVE thought about post-redemption Pak crossing paths with her at some point on the expac storyline and going "WAIT. that's my kid". >:3

Her family now is her crew. I'd say she's closest to Akaavi out of the group, but Corso and Risha are absolutely both sibling-tier friends, too, she'd die for Bowie, and actually even really likes Guss.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Objects no. It's all been sold or lost or stolen along the way. And she didn't have much that was hers to begin with. Does her last name count? Kyvii doesn't have a surname, so she put Taldine down for Kina. Kina doesn't know why, if it was a way of giving her identity, or protection(no criminal's going to come after Pak Taldine's kid, that won't end well sort of thing) or what. But toys, clothes, mementos, all of it's gone.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

If you asked her, she'd say either more credits than a Hutt could spend in a lifetime or a complete mechanical overhaul of her ship to make sure that baby lasts her whole life and then some.

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

More face time with Rass Ordo. I MEAN. Currently? For someone more noble and appropriately heroic to come along and be in charge or saving/policing the galaxy. She's one of those who saved the place bc "I'm one of the idiots who lives in it" rather than feeling any obligation to help. xD She doesn't really want to be in this position, though it does have its perks(fueling privileges with the Republic, lots of chances to earn credits or favors, meeting ~wonderful, fun~ people [She's looking at Rass again]). It's more responsibility than she EVER wanted. It's too much of a headache.

Emoji asks

[snwusberry]

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kaya's point of view

everyone is gone!

hayoon and yeonjun are out for some alone time, jongho is christmas shopping with miyoung, soobin is out with kai, i can't get a hold of taehyun, san is somewhere in america, mr and mrs choi are lord knows where, beomgyu went with them to run errands leaving me alone with my beautiful minji.

"what do i do if i don't have icing sugar?" i ask looking at the smiling baby who's sitting comfortably in her high chair.

out here acting as if she didn't just pour all her food all over the kitchen floor a mere 30 minutes ago. she's still so cute though so of course i can't be mad at her.

"normal sugar should do the trick right jiji?"

she mumbles in response, making a face while she's at it.

"no? yeah you're probably right... wanna go to the store to get some icing sugar?" i ask her as if she'll flat out say yes. "let's goooo. we're going to the store together hmm? a nice little aunt and niece outing."

i speak to her while getting our things ready so i can put her in her car seat.

"you ready?" i ask her looking back to check if she's alright and comfortable. she's just looking at me wide-eyed. "yeah let's go."

san's point of view

"welcome back from prison!" wooyoung shouts, immediately piercing through my ears.

i have a headache and this is not what i need right now.

"you're an ex convict, how do you feel my guy?" yeosang asks teasingly but i just return a scowl.

it was cold and dark in there... like literally, they had the air conditioner on the lowest temperature. its a torture mechanism, i'm telling you.

"who got you out?"

"beomgyu." seonghwa responds and yeosang and wooyoung look at each other.

"is he here?"

"as if, he sent the money talking about some 'don't spend it all in one place'. i was in jail, hello?"

"you're lucky that man is not pressing charges." seonghwa tells me, finally sitting down and getting comfortable.

"he threw the first punch!"

"and you fucked him up." yeosang says in the corner and i pause.

"i did, didn't i?"

"anyway, let's get to packing." seonghwa says, standing up again.

"what? why??"

"because beomgyu said we need to return asap once i've bailed you out."

but the ring... i can't leave without it.

"you guys go along. i need to find the ring."

"you need to get your ass home."

"okay but one more chance before we leave." i request from them and they return sceptical looks. "come on guys, he's my younger brother, what could he do to me?"

my phone rings and i check the caller id, screaming before throwing my phone across the room and wooyoung picks it up.

"beomgyu's calling."

for fucks sake.

we're back out, this time with a solid plan... i hope

"i'd like to press charges." i tell the officer who gives me a sideways look. he's not the one from earlier today...

"get the fuck out of here."

"i was put in a jail cell while that man got to walk away unscathed."

"walked away with a broken cheekbone and dislocated jaw." yeosang whispers behind me, leaving him and wooyoung to start giggling like little girls.

"what the pretty one at the back said."

seriously?

"i was defending myself. it's not my fault he picked a fight he couldn't win." i comment, making one of the two idiots clear their throat.

"not helping yourself bud."

if this goes according to plan, we can go get footage from last night amd possibly ask for footage from that night, a while ago. we just need wooyoung to work his magic.

"i can get proof."

"i'll be waiting."

"we need permission first." seonghwa walks in literally out of nowhere. like a-

"who might you be?"

"i'm his lawyer." he says and the officer nods.

hero

once we get a written warrant from the police, we walk out into the bright and sunny streets of las vagas.

"you do know this could actually go to court, right?"

"yeah. not a case i haven't won before, come on." seonghwa says confidently and walks ahead of us.

"that kind of confidence costed me a ring. stop walking so fast!" i yell following behind him.

the other two are still busy giggling behind us.

beomgyu's point of view

walking in the house and the first thing i see is kaya passed out on the couch and minji fast asleep in the portable crib. she must be tired. taking care of a 6 month old for half a day must have knocked her out.

and that, ladies and gentlemen is why we are not having kids.

my phone rings and there in big bold letters is written 'asswipe'

it's about time he called back, he didn't answer me earlier.

"yes, are you at the airport?" i ask him and all i hear is heavy breathing on the line. "hello?"

"so there's been a slight change of plans..." san finally says and i brace myself for whatever he has to say.

"what is it?"

"well first, thank you for bailing me out, it was a lot cheaper than i thought it would be so, you know, money won't be spent in the same place." he rambles.

"great so what's the change of plans?"

"we got security footage of the man who got the ring."

"i thought you were supposed to be at the airport by now."

"yes but we made progress. wooyoung really pulled through when we needed him the most."

"okay, but listen. christmas is in a week and a half alright? just please be home before then. amd forget about the ring, it's fine." i tell him, hanging up instantly because i am quite literally tired. going out is exhausting.

thank goodness it's nice and quiet so i cab maybe take a nice nap before everyone gets home.

"WE'RE HOME!!"

for fucks sake.

"whyyy??" i whine, turning around to soobin, jongho and miyoung who just walked in.

"funny, were done doing what we needed to so we came back." soobin comments walking past me and minji starts crying.

there goes my alone time.

i go and pick her up, rocking her so that she calms down.

"i wanna cry too minji." i say looking at her as she screams.

jongho and miyoung sneak past me thinking they're being slick.

"assholes." i say under my breath.

[bongaboi]

At New Mexico St, a meltdown that runs beyond basketball

LAS CRUCES, N.M. (AP) — Of all the troubling video made public over a year of crisis at New Mexico State – from the brawl involving basketball players to the fatal shooting of a 19-year-old, allegedly by one of those players, to the police interviews with the coach afterward – one 42-minute log of footage might best explain how the school is in the mess it is today.

In that video, captured on police body cam, an officer is interviewing the university’s $500,000-a-year chancellor, Dan Arvizu, and his wife, Sheryl Arvizu. The officer had been called to the couple’s house to resolve a dispute that came out of Sheryl’s suspicion her husband was having an affair with a staff member at New Mexico State.

Dan Arvizu denied the affair. Sheryl Arvizu ended up being booked into jail on a battery charge that was later dismissed. Officials at the school’s Office of Institutional Equity looked into the allegations for possible conflict-of-interest issues, though there was no report filed.

During these fraught days at New Mexico State, where the once-treasured men’s basketball program has been shelved for the season after that fatal shooting and a gruesome allegation of locker-room hazing, the Arvizu police video is a reminder of who is ultimately responsible at a university that has, in many eyes, become unhinged in areas well beyond basketball. The Associated Press spoke to more than a dozen people affiliated with the university, many of whom expressed deep concerns with leadership at the school. Some said they did not want their names used because they feared retribution. “People are embarrassed,” said Jamie Bronstein, a history professor who also serves as vice chair of NMSU’s faculty senate. “People feel terrible for the students.”

In a letter sent to “Our NMSU Community” after the AP published this story, Arvizu acknowledged that his family had been through “a deeply personal situation.”

“Importantly, there is no truth to the allegations made that evening,” the letter said. “It was a low point for me, and since that time, my wife and I have worked to rebuild our relationship. I am confident this matter has not impacted my ability to lead our university.”

Questions some people are asking on this 14,000-student campus, where some of the adobe-colored dorms and classroom buildings are a short walk from livestock barns, have as much to do with school leadership as they do with the basketball program.

There have been seven different presidents, interim presidents and chancellors over the past 15 years at the second-biggest university in New Mexico. In addition to its isolation — set near the jagged mountains of southern New Mexico, NMSU is some 400 miles from the nearest major media market in Phoenix — the school is unique in that its student body is 63% Hispanic and more than a quarter of the students are the first members of their family to attend college.

“What makes NMSU such a special place is the huge opportunity to change students’ and their families’ lives by increasing our students’ social mobility,” business professor Jim Hoffman said. “This is why excellent leadership, thoughtful decision making and wise use of (limited) resources are so important.”

No matter the disadvantages, New Mexico State has always been able to make a name for itself every March thanks to a men’s basketball program that traditionally thrives on the strength of players and coaches who don’t always take the traditional route to Division I. But this year, the program disintegrated.

The unraveling can be traced to an NMSU football game last Oct. 15 in which a handful of the school’s basketball players got into a brawl with students from rival New Mexico. Video of the melee shows junior forward Mike Peake among those throwing punches.

No police report was filed that night, and five weeks after the fight, the players headed to Albuquerque for one of the season’s most anticipated games, against the Lobos. It was there that Peake broke curfew and went to the dormitory complex of one of the students involved in the fight at the football stadium.

Video from the apartment parking lot shows Peake being attacked with a baseball bat before exchanging gunfire with the student, Brandon Travis. Both men fall. Peake was taken to the hospital with leg wounds that required surgery. Travis later died from his gunshot wounds. Peake, who was acting in self-defense, has not been charged with a crime. Police video shows Peake in a hospital bed after the shooting asking to get his gun back because “that’s my only weapon.” Guns are not permitted on New Mexico State’s campus or on school-related road trips.

The morning after the shootings, players and coaches were loaded onto a bus to head back to Las Cruces, only to be stopped on Interstate 25 by police, who were still piecing together details from the night before.

The Aggies continued to play for nearly three more months. On Feb. 12, Arvizu canceled the season after allegations surfaced about three players ganging up on a teammate in what a police report said included a possible incident of criminal sexual contact. Two days later, Arvizu fired the coach, Greg Heiar. The player who made the allegations said similar hazing incidents had been occurring since summer. Arvizu said he was never made aware of the hazing. School spokesman Justin Bannister said school policy calls for employees to report misconduct to the Title IX office and that the university is “looking at additional support systems” for the future.

At a news conference after those moves, the chancellor said he was sure the “despicable acts” and potentially illegal behavior were confined strictly to the basketball team.

“There will be consequences,” Arvizu said.

Both the shooting and hazing incidents are being sorted out by internal and third-party investigations. Some observers are skeptical they will ever get the full story.

“I feel that we’ve all been left in the dark,” said one longtime Aggies fan, Amy Rohr.

The chancellor’s notion that the problems have been walled off in the basketball program is hardly a consensus around campus.

Current and former employees the AP interviewed described scenarios in which top-level administrators refused to hold themselves or others accountable, both inside and outside the athletic department. One said the “guardrails” designed to protect students and faculty — from everything from retaliation for whistleblowing to sexual improprieties — had all but disappeared.

“Because there’s so much churn in our upper administration, we never get to the point of hammering out who is actually accountable for upholding policies,” Bronstein said.

In one instance, a lawsuit last year filed by a Jane Doe alleges a longtime professor with ties to the athletic department “harassed and groomed female students for years, coercing them into sexual relations and bragging about the same” while school officials looked the other way. The plaintiff alleges she was sexually assaulted by the professor.

Another case alleges that two professors who blew the whistle about hiring practices they claimed flouted human-resource policies had their complaints intercepted by an administrator involved in the hiring, who then pushed for disciplinary cases to be opened against those professors. One has been demoted from his deanship.

Bronstein and others told of the Office of Institutional Equity, which handles Title IX and other discrimination complaints and should have been on the front lines of the hazing allegations, as being marginalized, with administrators ignoring some recommendations produced by the office and putting others off.

In his letter, Arvizu said the school has added staff to the OIE, and that whistleblowers are protected under state law.

“And, under NMSU’s Administrative Rules and Procedures, retaliation is explicitly prohibited,” Arvizu wrote.

Some of the dissatisfaction among faculty was resolved last year, when President John Floros stepped down and Provost Carol Parker was fired in the wake of a resolution of no confidence submitted by the faculty senate.

Among the complaints in that resolution were allegations of misappropriation of funds, unethical hiring and promotion practices and a long list of consequences of the “broader impacts of systemic failure of leadership.”

Parker is currently suing the university. Floros was able to keep his $450,000-a-year salary. The approximately $950,000 in annual salary for Floros and Arvizu was nearly triple what former New Mexico Gov. Garry Carruthers made in his dual role as chancellor and president for five years ending in 2018.

Arvizu’s five-year contract runs out in June. In December, regents made the decision not to renew it, leaving NMSU to face the basketball crisis with no president, a provost position in flux and a lame-duck chancellor.

The athletic director’s job seems secure: When Arvizu dismantled basketball for the season, he went out of his way to back Mario Moccia, who is in his 10th year as AD.

One under-the-radar move the administrators made came in 2019 when they ended a policy that stated student-athletes would be dismissed if found guilty of (or pleaded no contest to) a felony. That allowed one player to remain on the team at the time the rules were changed. It also furthered New Mexico State’s reputation as a place where athletes and coaches get second chances — perhaps without accountability.

At his news conference, Arvizu defended the rules changes that led to the new policy, while Moccia defended his hiring record, conceding that “nobody bats a thousand.” The AD insisted the vetting process for Heiar was solid.

It was the first head-coaching job at a Division I school for the 47-year-old Heiar. Among those he had worked for over two decades as an assistant included Larry Eustachy, Will Wade, Gregg Marshall and Chris Jans. All have endured embarrassing episodes that cost them their jobs. Jans, who left New Mexico State for Mississippi State after last season, came to Las Cruces shortly after he was fired from Bowling Green when a video surfaced of him slapping an unidentified woman on the butt at a bar.

One of Heiar’s assistant coaches, Edmond Pryor, lasted less than three months after being arrested on allegations of forgery. Another of Moccia’s hires is women’s basketball coach Jody Adams, who was accused of being abusive toward players when she coached Wichita State.

For decades, though, New Mexico State has not been shy about taking risks to advance its sports programs. One of the program’s glory eras came in the 1990s when coach Neil McCarthy embroiled a team filled with junior-college transfers in an academic scandal that ended up costing him his job.

Even after he was fired, basketball kept putting this school on the map come March. The Aggies have been to March Madness 11 times since McCarthy left after the 1997 season, always as a double-digit seed with a reputation for giving the big boys trouble. Though the Aggies never moved away from taking players with riskier academic records, the school has not been charged with a major NCAA infraction since 2001.

Regardless, there won’t be any postseason this year, and it’s anybody’s guess as to who, or what, will be left from the team that was 9-15 when the hazing allegations arose and the season was called off. Two players quit shortly after the hazing allegations. Moccia said there would be basketball next season, though the status of the players remaining was up in the air.

“The entire program has caught on fire, and the fire has burned down everything, and all that’s left are the roots,” said Jim Paul, the former NMSU AD who fired McCarthy.

Christopher Hamilton, a freshman who was walking across campus the day Heiar’s firing came down, said the whole situation was “just disappointing, and it’s sad that it’s your school.”

He said he hoped to go to basketball games again someday. But on a recent Saturday, when the Aggies had been scheduled to play a home game at the Pan-Am Center, all anyone could see on the hardwood was the cartoon drawing of the school’s mascot at halfcourt: the mustachioed, gun-toting cowboy known as “Pistol Pete.”

AP reporter Susan Montoya Bryan contributed to this report.

[chamberedbeauty]

Weeks go by since she'd sent her first letter to Bucky, and while the hurt and heartbreak never dwindled, the anger slowly began to subside. It wasn't that she wasn't angry, but rather the frustration and pain of of the whole situation was the culprit of any moments she felt her temper rise. The world carried on. She wasn't sure how it did, but each morning she woke, put on a smile, and carried on.

The first week was pure and utter hell. She missed Bucky and there was still no sign of Steve Rogers. The worry for both her boys tore her apart. Every jail in New York was called, every hospital, every morgue- nothing. And she was just short of filing a report to the police until her father scoffed one evening at dinner, and made a mention of the Captain America program, she'd only ever heard whispers about. But, it was that night she learned where her friend was, and what he was in position to do. She'd nearly spit out her wine at the surprise.

But once again, there was nothing to do but move on. Steve would get an earful the moment she saw him again, but until then she straightened out his apartment, saw the Barnes women every Tuesday and Thursday, and attended her classes. Wedding gowns were finally being examined, details of the event began taking shape. Life went on.

And she was tired.

Finally a month after Gwen sent out the letter, she received her first from him. And while she should have ripped it up and tossed it in the garbage, her heart fluttered and quickly she opened it. Her temper rises, hurt coming back into her heart, as she reads his words on her apartment floor- a place now she only came by once a week. And goddamn him....damn him for everything and she was gearing to tell him that...if he didn't sign off how he did.

Yours.

Bucky- You could have just explained to me how you wanted to leave. I cannot guarantee that I wouldn't have tried to find you before boarding the ship, but I at least would have understood. I would not have woke up alone thinking of all the ways I have wronged you and how you have wronged me. My goodbye was nothing more than I'll see you, and I just wanted to do that one last time before you left the country. I don't believe that the way you left was good for anyone, including yourself, no matter how hard you try to convince it upon yourself. I'm too tired to fight this point any longer. I don't have it in me, and I don't want you to fight anymore than you already must. Maybe we will never see eye to eye on the matter, but I don't want this to be what our letters consist of. I pray for you. Every single day. I miss you. So does your family. They're doing alright. Rebecca will tell me how she is feeling and June, well she's just like you. I don't get much out of her, but I know she's trying to be tough for you. But they're doing fine. I attended one of June's art classes with her. It was safe to say I was by far the worst, but my humiliation was worth while. She laughed- hard. It was good to hear. Rebecca is on top of her schooling and often talks to me about what she's learning, but it makes me a bit queasy to hear about. She's come shopping with me a few times and has a great eye. June comes sometimes too, but she usually drags her feet. Your mom is okay. The girls are doing a great job of taking care of her, so well she even came out to have tea with me two days ago. I asked her if she wanted to sit outside, but she declined, so perhaps that can be a goal for next week or so. She was trying to tell me a doll she had as a child, she said the color of my dress reminded her of it. She got teary halfway through her conversation, but, she did wonderful. As far as Steve's silence, don't worry yourself with it. He got a job. I'm sure he'll write you when he can, but I've scarcely seen him. My father mentioned seeing him however, and he said he is doing just fine. But I will let him know he needs to write you. I'm okay too. As you know I graduate soon, Saturday to be exact. Four years flew by, but I'm still enrolled to begin my masters program in the fall, so nothing will change. The only thing that is different is not seeing you. Like I mentioned before, I miss you. Very much. I hope there are things that are beautiful over there. I know you can't tell me where you are, but I know you were in London. How beautiful it must have been. I tell myself that before I sleep. That you're in London tonight, or in New York, and I just didn't get the opportunity to see you. I tell myself tomorrow may be different. Stay safe. Please. Be smart. I'll see you soon. Gwen

Slumber comes surprisingly quick and easy despite the wave ahead. Maybe it was exhaustion from all the moments she'd faced tonight, maybe it was from her first experience like this with a man, or maybe it was the warmth and security Bucky provided her as he held her in his arms while she drifted. Whatever it was, all pains of hurt and fear were gone and instead...just blissful rest.

The gentle brush of her cheek rustles the woman just the faintest bit, though it wasn't a shudder of bother. It was comfort and it was if that touch forced her into a deeper sleep. Because she didn't hear the rustling in the kitchen. She didn't hear the door open nor close- or the man leaving her apartment.

A low groan is given as Gwen's eyes flutter awake, just as the sun began shining on the city. She looks up at the clock on her nightstand, brows immediately creasing when she saw it read 6:30. "Shoot. Bucky, I'm sorry- hey it's 6:30. You should get in the bath. I'll start on breakfast then start on your uniform. Let me." Gwen rolls over, shock coming to her features when she doesn't find Bucky asleep next to her, and quickly she sits up. "Bucky?" she calls out, quickly slipping out of her bed and into her robe.

"Bucky?" Gwen calls again, waiting for his response as she heads into her washing room- more confusion coming to her face when she no longer sees his jacket. She can't help the blood that comes to her cheek nor the way her heart picks up speed. "Bucky?"

The woman hurries to the kitchen and living area, her heart sinking just slightly when he was nowhere to be found, but slowly Gwen takes a breath and heads back for her room. He'd likely gotten up before her, or couldn't sleep, and decided to head home. Give his time to his sisters and mother before heading for the station. It was understandable- and hell it was what she wanted him to do.

And so she disregarded it, feet padding to her bathroom to bathe, put on her better dresses. Makeup is applied, her tamer red lip, and finally her hair is curled and heels are put on.

7:20. Just enough time to hurry to the station and say goodbye.

Hurriedly Gwen rushes to the kitchen to grab a piece of bread, and it's only after she's quickly taken a bite does she see it. The folded piece of white paper sitting on the countertop. Immediately she halts, her chest tightening. But slowly she opens it and reads.

He doesn't have to tell her what he's done. Gwen knows that man like the back of her hand, and he does not have to tell her that he won't give her the goodbye she'd been rehearsing for a month. He does not want the hug. He does not the letter she had tucked in her purse for him to read on the ship.

He wants none of it.

Tears fill brown eyes and slowly her hat is taken from her head and placed next to the letter. She bites her lip. Hurt and betrayal washing through her. Shame and misuse. His letter...it means nothing. Her mind swirls with anger. James Buchannan Barnes had a reputation. Loving on then breaking women's hearts in a single night...just as he'd done to hers.

A moment is taken to process, her hands gripping the countertop as she squeezes her eyes shut, a few tears slipping out. One breath is taken. Two.

"Goodness," Gwen finally whispers before smoothing the skirt of her dress, grabbing her hat and letter. Her hat goes to the hat rack. Letter in the garbage- along with the undershirt from the night before. It's taken out and placed in the washroom. The bread is sealed and she goes to the bedroom. And while she's numb, images of what they'd done in this bed playing over and over again in her head, she makes the bed. Crease free. She goes to the washroom again and begins washing Bucky's undershirt, along with her robe still wet from the rain. They're placed to dry, books are grabbed, and she heads out. She goes to the library, trying to force herself to read and study. She meets a friend for lunch. She goes to find Steve- who is gone. Then goes home. To her parents home. Because she cannot bear to lay in the bed in her apartment any longer.

It's then and only then does the gravity of what had happened wash through her. It's then when regret sets in. Because their night together was no longer just theirs. She was too loud...word got out. Apparently her neighbor had seen Bucky leave as well.

She will not "whore herself out". She's ashamed. She's disgraced herself, her fiancé, and their families. She's risked their reputation. She's risked everything. She's sorry. It will never be spoken of again. It cannot be and no longer can be a lone woman living in Brooklyn.

It's the third day after Bucky leaves- the third time she has not found Steve Rogers in his apartment- does she finally scream. Hands go to her hair as she falls to the ground next to Steve's bed, and she screams until she can no longer. Screams in hurt, in betrayal, in frustration, in sorrow, in loneliness, in guilt, in goddamn rage. Once it ends Gwen scrambles to her fight, hands digging through Steve's art corner until she can finally find a piece of paper, envelope, and pencil that is pressed hard into the paper.

For more than a decade, I have known what you do. The pieces of you that accepts the lust that comes your way. The piece of you that thrives off of it. I have watched you break hearts for so long, and in my blind adoration, I have criticized these women. I've told myself that they should know better. That they are wasting their time. It is only now does my heart ache for every woman who has come into your crosshairs. You are a bastard. You are a goddamn liar. You've lied to me over and over again. I cannot tell what it is that you want from me, but I cannot help but feel that you have finally got a piece of it. You tell me I'm not yours. You tell me that you want nothing to do with me. You tell me you love me. You tell me you will fight for me. What should I do with this information? Tell me that, because I have nothing.

I love you. There is no deceit behind those words nor is it the kind of love you showed me a few days prior. I have loved you since I was seven years old. You and Steve. You boys became my world, and you became my protector. I have spoken nothing but the truth to you, and you know this. You have always known my devotion to you and yet you take the innocence I have given you, which is not the cruelest part. You deprived me of a goodbye to my protector. Instead I'm left here with nothing but stained hands and fear that my last images of you will be waking up without you. You have hurt me more than anyone can. You had the power. You knew that. You did it anyways. I will remain the foolish one, because while you cannot hold your promises, I will hold mine. I will continue to love and care for your family and Steve. I will continue to pray for your safe return. I will continue to write you, even when my words mean nothing. I will do things because that is who I am. You say I am blind, and that may be so, but I was pure. I am kind. I am so desperate to find the good in this world, in this life, in you. I hope you reached London safely. I hope you are safe heading across Europe. I hope you find some beauty in the ashes and ruins. I hope at least once a day you smile. I hope you are stay smart. Sincer You know who this is from

[angelenentrenamiento]

It’s not easy for some queer/lgbt+ people to be able to go out and live the queer experience in person but what needs to be clear is that external queer spaces vs internal queer places are two different experiences inside our community, and those who live not having online discourse on Twitter or Tumblr over who’s more valid or what’s correct to identify as, most of the time, don’t care. I was so chronically online years ago that I got into silly debates that in the end never existed in real life situations. I ended up having constant hiatuses on Tumblr or Facebook because of how mentally draining it was to be fighting for situations that most of the time do not happen in person. Then I realized that there’s situations that needed more visibility of.

For instance, did you know trans masculine people in latin america have a higher chance of committing suicide before their 30s? One of the examples would be of a black Brazilian trans man, Demétrio Campos, was an activist who committed suicide on May 16th of 2020, because of social injustice towards the lack of opportunities he had from being black and transgender, many times also denying mental health services towards his well being.

Did you know that Argentina is the only country in the continent that has won the legalization to having a non binary ID? Being the first country to legalize this in all of LATAM.

Did you know that just a few months ago, a trans man named Estéfano González , was wrongfully sent to jail because he defended himself from being murdered in the streets with his girlfriend while the attacker kept shouting transphobic AND lesbophobic comments towards him even though he does not identify as lesbian?

Did you know there is no law in Chile that protects trans people who have the right to labor?

Did you know that Tehuel de la Torre, a trans masc in Argentina, was forcefully disappeared after he went to a job interview in 2021, and to this day the police hasn’t done proper investigations and closed the case saying he passed away when there is no body to be found?

And in another occasion, a few years ago another trans masc (Santiago Cancinos), again, in Argentina, was made to be off the radar, the police not helping this trans male whatsoever, just to find out approx 4 years later that the remaining parts of his body was found deep in a hole just a few meters away from his home?

Two Peruvian trans men went to celebrate their honey moon In Bali this year, both were detained by security airport, because of “supposedly having illegal substances in their luggages”. They were brutally beat up in their cells, to the point one of them died because of the attacks. Leaving the newly wed male, becoming a widowed individual in just short time.

This is what’s happening in Latin America towards trans mascs and men but the internet is so focused in the experiences of trans mascs in countries like the USA, or countries that are in Europe. The trans experience, in this case trans masc experience, is NOT the same in every country. As a trans masc living in Chile, it’s very frustrating to see that many comrades typing from their homes, in a first world country, dare to criticize our experiences saying that our privilege is the same as theirs. I invite you to acknowledge our pain and re-think that not everything is centered around countries that is socially looked as more important than others. Please take your time translating the articles I cited, because my job informing is sufficient. I’m not debating with someone that invalidates trans experiences from my continent. Thank you, and you’re welcome from your angry sudaca.

The suicide of Demétrio Campos (Brasil): https://www.hypeness.com.br/2020/06/mae-de-demetrio-campos-fala-como-a-alegria-de-viver-do-filho-foi-abreviada-pelo-racismo-e-transfobia/

Legalization of the non binary identification in Argentina: https://www.hrw.org/news/2021/07/22/argentina-recognizes-non-binary-identities

The wrongful incarceration of Estéfano González (Chile):

https://www.eldesconcierto.cl/reportajes/2022/06/27/el-caso-de-estefano-el-joven-trans-encarcelado-por-homicidio-y-que-clama-legitima-defensa.html/amp/

No law that protects trans people from working in private establishments in Chile: https://www.latercera.com/paula/inclusion-laboral-trans-una-deuda-pendiente/?outputType=amp

The disappearance of Tehuel de la Torre (Argentina): https://agenciapresentes.org/2022/02/11/donde-esta-tehuel-a-11-meses-de-su-desaparicion-las-organizaciones-reclaman-justicia/

The disappearance of Santiago Cancinos (Argentina):

https://www.infobae.com/sociedad/policiales/2021/07/01/que-revelaron-las-pericias-al-cuerpo-de-santiago-cancinos-el-adolescente-trans-desaparecido-hace-4-anos-en-salta/?outputType=amp-type

The murder of Rodrigo Ventocilla and mourning husband, Sebastián Marallano (Perú): https://www.bbc.com/mundo/noticias-internacional-62683218

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Group Chat

v1:🔪❕

PapaWeylyn: Why do I see Zeph chasing an 11th grader with a huge stick and fury in her eyes down the sidewalk?

PapaWeylyn: What did I even miss??

PapaWeylyn: I just came out of the gates and that's the first thing I saw :'D

F.Heartstein: Frankly, you didn't miss much. The 11th Grader said something, let's say, vile towards Zephyrine, and it's obvious she didn't take it very well.

PapaWeylyn: And who encouraged her to chase him with a stick????????

WtfEliseo: that would be me lmao

WtfEliseo: the dude deserves it

WtfEliseo: a simple slap wouldnt be enough tbh 😒😒

PapaWeylyn: Wha

PapaWeylyn: Fleur why aren't you stopping this?!?!?

F.Heartstein: I could, but I don't think stopping a rage induced Vel delle would be the greatest of ideas.

PapaWeylyn: FLEUR (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

F.Heartstein: It's called self-preservation, and I rather not get hit by a stick today.

WtfEliseo: I mean tbh if it weren't illegal I wouldve just given zeph a gun 🤔🤔🤔

F.Heartstein: Too noisy and attention grabbing, and I doubt you'll give her a silencer with the pistol because you don't own one.

WtfEliseo: I KEEP FORGETTING TO BUY ONE OKAY? 😭😭💀

PapaWeylyn: Wait you own guns? O_o

WtfEliseo: yes weylyn i thought we talked about this before 😑😑🙄

PapaWeylyn: Wh

F.Heartstein: Regardless, if it were me I would've given Zephyrine a knife. Much more quiet and discrete, and can be easily found in the kitchen.

WtfEliseo: boring give her a butterfly knife or a switchblade

WtfEliseo: much cooler to kill a person with 😃😃

F.Heartstein: I don't think Zephyrine knows how to wield a switchblade nor a butterfly knife. She might end up injuring herself instead of the culprit. I propose using an ice pick instead. Quick, efficient, and easy to use.

WtfEliseo: do you even own an ice pick???

F.Heartstein: Yes, I do. I thought you already know about this. I literally threatened to gouge your eyes out yesterday for being unhelpful.

WtfEliseo: oooohhh riiiiight

WtfEliseo: lmao wasnt really listening ehe 😋😋😋

F.Heartstein: Why am I not surprised.

WtfEliseo: bc you love me thats why 😘😘😍

F.Heartstein: Keep telling yourself that.

PapaWeylyn: Um are we just going to ignore that Zeph's literally about to commit a murder???

WtfEliseo: yes yes we are

F.Heartstein: I see no point in worrying about it.

PapaWeylyn: WHAT IF SHE GETS INTO JAIL THOUGH???

PapaWeylyn: THINK ABOUT THE POLICE

WtfEliseo: shhhhh zeph will be fiiiiiine 😄😄😄

WtfEliseo: any minute now she's gonna swoop in with a selfie and some caption going "woopsies" over the dude's unconscious body

PapaWeylyn: THATS NOT HELPING

F.Heartstein: To be fair, that would be on brand of Zephyrine to do that.

PapaWeylyn: Stop just stop please :')

PapaWeylyn: I question sometimes why am I even friends with you all 〒▽〒

WtfEliseo: because you love us 😍😍😘

PapaWeylyn: I mean that's true but still

PapaWeylyn: You both scare me sometimes இ௰இ

F.Heartstein: I'm surprised that you've stayed this long, actually. Seeing how Eliseo and I can be at times.

PapaWeylyn: I got used to it TwT

PapaWeylyn: And I'm surprised you guys didn't fight today

F.Heartstein: We already filled that quota hours ago. You weren't around when it happened.

PapaWeylyn: And there goes my good job for you both :'D

WtfEliseo: lmao f

*ZephGoWoosh sent a photo

-> The photo is a blurred selfie of Zephyrine's face in the corner of the frame, clearly looking like she's running with a caption saying: "help me i didnt kno the guy had big bros"

WtfEliseo: HABAHAHAHAGAHAHSDUSBSJBS LMAOOOOOOO 💀💀💀

PapaWeylyn: ZEPH

F.Heartstein: Eliseo, if you mind.

WtfEliseo: already on my way lmao

PapaWeylyn: Gods above take me already please

*Group Chat ended

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ROME—Few would argue how Valérie Bacot rationalized pulling the trigger that sent a fatal bullet into the back of her stepfather-turned-husband Daniel Polette's neck on March 13, 2016. She had earlier unsuccessfully tried to poison him with a sleeping pill, and she said she knew he was grooming their 14-year-old daughter for serial rape. She was tired of years of abuse and being pimped out to strangers in the family minivan, so she did what she thought she had to do.

“I took the gun,” she said in an emotional interview with Le Parisien ahead of her June 21 murder trial that could send her to prison for life. “There was a loud noise, the flash, the smell. I got out of the car, opened the door, he fell. I thought only of saving myself because I was sure he was going to kill me.”

Bacot then told her oldest children—who she says were borne of rape—that she had killed the monster they called their father. They admitted they helped bury his body in a forest. All the while, she packed dirt on the hastily dug grave—she said she worried he would come back to life. “The only thing I thought about was putting dirt on it,” she said. “Because I was afraid he would come out and kill us.”

The 40-year-old and two of her children were arrested in October 2017 when Polette's body was found after the mother of her son’s girlfriend, who had been involved in the hasty burial, turned her in. Since that time, more than 400,000 people have signed a petition to ask Emmanuel Macron for a presidential pardon that could save Bacot, though opponents say presidents have no place in the court of law. Interest in her case has galvanized those fighting against domestic violence, not just in France, but across Europe where, on average, one woman is killed every three days by an angry partner. A television interview in France ahead of her trial garnered 4.5 million viewers, and her horrific memoir Tout le monde savait or Everyone Knew is a national bestseller in France.

Bacot’s lawyers told The Daily Beast that they are “withdrawing from the media” in the weeks leading up to the trial to focus on her defense, saying, “We will neither give interviews nor make any statements during the several weeks to come.”

The case harkens back to Jacqueline Sauvage, another French woman who fatally shot her husband after years of abuse against her and her children. Sauvage won a presidential pardon after being sentenced to 10 years in prison for murder. Bacot’s supporters believe her case merits the same consideration, though in both cases, the women were failed by a system that did not protect them from years of documented abuse. In Bacot’s case, her children went to police more than once to try to help their mother, but police turned them away because they were minors.

“Even though she committed murder by killing her torturer, and taking into account the 25 years of suffering she suffered and endured in general indifference, it is her freedom that we ask for,” a spokesperson for the support group sponsoring the petition says.

Polette, a truck driver, married Bacot’s mother in 1992, and started grooming her immediately, insisting he put body lotion on her prepubescent body and on watching her bathe, according to her memoir. She says he then began raping her when she turned 12, after her first period. Bacot reported the rape to authorities through a teacher at her school and Polette was sentenced to four years in prison for raping his stepdaughter. All the while, her mother made her visit the man who raped her in prison. When he got out, he moved back in with Bacot’s mother and the abuse started once more. “Every night after school he would say ‘you go upstairs’ to me,” she said in the interview. “I knew what that meant.”

When she became pregnant at 17 with the first of four children he would father with his stepdaughter, her mother sent her off to live with the ogre. “My mother helped me pack my boxes,” she said. “At first I thought my mother didn’t know, but over time I realized she did, but never did anything.”

Several years into the relationship, they married. Then things got worse. Bacot says Polette had always physically abused and emotionally tortured her, but then he started threatening to kill her and the children with a gun, at times pulling the trigger as he pointed what she did not know was an unloaded gun at her head. “You’re lucky, it’s not today,” he would say. “There is nothing in it, but next time I will not miss.”

Then when money got tight, Bacot says Polette started to pimp her out of the family Peugeot minivan, speaking to her in an earpiece and threatening her the whole time not to ask the men who paid for sex for help.

Even that, she says, she could have tolerated. But shortly before she killed him, she said he asked their 14-year-old daughter how she was sexually. She knew exactly what would happen next. At that point, she knew she had to stop him.

Bacot knows she could spend the rest of her life in prison, but says it is better than the rest of her life with him. “I deserve to go to jail, a very long time, that’s normal. But this trial is not only mine but that of ‘the other,’” she told Le Parisien, referring to Polette. “I hope that I can be stronger than him and for once in my life win against him.”

Bacot’s story mirrors that of countless women who are prisoners in violent relationships, having been groomed to believe they cannot leave. “I have lived my whole life believing that I deserved it,” Bacot writes in her book. “That it was because of me.”

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Yes, yes, yea and just one more Yes. And it may or may not be of interest but there's another point that I'd like to add........ SYBIL BRANSON WOULD HAVE BEEN HATED IN DUBLIN, COMPLETLEY DESPISED.

To this day, there is still a bit of resentment that Irish people hold against the English. To clarify i mean more my grandparents generation and probably my dad as an individual and majority of his generation.

So if we go back too, (I think it was 1919 that Sybil and Tom got married) 1919, you can not imagine how bad things were.

Now the only reference that Downton gives any of this aside from Tom telling Sybil about his cousin who was shot (don't think we won't get to that) would be when Tom goes to the burning of that house. That happened ALL over the country.

Things were still very raw in 1919 Dublin and Ireland as a whole, and to understand why I am going to take you back to 1916 (bam smack in the middle of World War One, which might i say was a smart move on our part.)

From April 24th to April 29th Irish men took to the streets of Dublin to fight British rule. They took over the GPO, Trinity College and various other landmarks. Armed with only there rifles.

The British sent I believe 17,000 men (I'm looking up definites as I go) to take on only 1,250 men in Dublin. How tf they managed that during World War One I couldn't tell you. Now the rest of the country wasn't as strongly involved in all of this but about 3000 people went out all over the country and just caused mayhem.

The British killed 429 people, 116 were military personnel, 3 were police men and 310 were civilians 38 OF WHICH WERE CHILDREN!!!!!!!

Just imagine that.

Dublin was completely destroyed. Building completely ruined and alot of people couldn't get food or paychecks from the post office. And to be honest people were pissed at the so called "rebels."

BUT the turning point was when Patrick Pearse decided that too many people had gotten hurt and forfeited to General Lowe on April 29th.

The British executed 16 men who were involved in the organisation of it all. Which is so, so sad. They completely changed the course off there countries history and they never lived to know it. One man Joseph Plunkett married the love of his life Grace Evelyn Gifford Plunkett in a cold jail cell a couple of hours before he was executed.

Now this is just a brush up and there is SO much more to this story that I don't feel I could do justice right now.

So needless to say as sweet as Sybil was........ I can't imagine she was well liked just three short years later.

And yes, America seemed much smarter, especially seeing she's HALF AMERICAN.

It always annoyed me how Tom was supposed to be a journalist back in Dublin (irks my soul that they went to Dublin to be honest) But where did that even go it just flew off, like he must have had some values that would suit that line of work. Yet they just gave it to Edith, I just never understood it??