#brought to you by I would have reblogged a post pointing out The Bullshit but it was entrenched in a bunch of Fast Food Workers Are Trash

[karmaphone]

did you know

you can shit on chick-fil-a without calling fast food workers 'untalented' and 'unskilled' and otherwise implying their labor is unnecessary or somehow Not Real Labor 😃

[starboundsingularities]

good lird they did not make a gimmick blog about a real life murder

#someone fucking DIED but whatever who gives a shit it's funny i guess

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

honestly with how suspicious and confusing everything on the dl-6 case was i wouldn't be surprised if it came out that it was that prosecutor guy tbh

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

date posted: june 23, 2010

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⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

ok hear me out. what abt winston payne though

🧊 just--ice Follow

okay now they're just making lawyers up

#also didn't mvk die or something?

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🔥 triedbyfire Follow

why the fuck are you people still posting about the gavinners as if theyre not copaganda. didn't the guitarist get convicted of murder

🎸 guiltiest-lovers837 Follow

so fucking tired of this "um um didn't daryan get convicted of murder" YEAH AND HE'S LITERALLY NOT IN THE FUCKING BAND ANYMORE. dipshit

🔥 triedbyfire Follow

are you gonna address the copaganda thing or

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🌻 attorneybout Follow

he's so. 😳

📂 trialanderror Follow

why is he defending

📂 trialanderror Follow

OP WHY IS HE DEFENDING???

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🦈 giantlakemonsters Follow

i just wanna hear about another gourdy sighting thats all

🥜 liberdeez Follow

op. i'm so sorry op. gourdy isn't real you have to let her go. they had a whole trial about it.

🔐 wrightorwrong Follow

hi!! so this isn't actually the case as while gourdy was briefly mentioned in a trial, said trial had nothing to do with whether or not gourdy was "real" per se as much as. well. murder, actually. while gourdy WAS found out to be an inflatable steel samurai this was not brought up in the case at all as the veracity of gourdy wasn't really as relevant as the fact that the witness was looking for gourdy rather than at the murder she claimed to have seen. plus this was also a relatively small part of a MUCH larger trial which for those interested not only solved the dl-6 case but ALSO marked the end of prosecutor von karma's ~40 year long record and the court records are really a fascinating read through!!

🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

net 0 information post

#thanks again lawblr

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🍒 cherriescoola Follow

btw i was at the park the other day and klavier gavin (of gavinners fame) was there and obv there was a huge crowd but this guy was there with him and at some point he (the other guy) waved to the crowd and someone still screamed like it was klavier??? who was that guy ive never seen him before in my life

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🩸 has-dl6-been-solved-yet Follow

December 28, 2016

YES!!!

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🪙 tellerlikeitis Follow

guys help i'm a bank teller and this guy just introduced himself as robin banks what do i do

🔪 violencekilling Follow

you gotta let him rob you that's the law

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👻 ghostesswiththemostest Follow

look if i ever get convicted of murder im just hiring the lawyer with the coolest sounding name

💼 courtofwaw Follow

bestie if you already got convicted it is Too Late

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📋 lawandwhoreder Follow

guys i know it's real fun to think people just can predict whatever but if you look at the earliest reblogs of that post that "guessed" the true killer in the dl-6 case it was actually a post about how they didn't want to go to the store. clearly edited

#stg nobody bothers to factcheck anything anymore

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🐺 lawnewolf Follow

i am NOT homophobic or whatever the fuck you guys are saying now i just think its weird to write fanfiction about realass people?? go touch grass ffs

🌈 lawsbian Follow

the fun police (this guy) putting me in yaoi court but the lawyers (phoenix witrght and miles edgeworth) just keep trying to make out (real court is like this too btw)

🐺 lawnewolf Follow

YOU HAVE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

#look idc what your enemies to lovers fic bullshit says #they're straight. and more importantly REAL PEOPLE. #there's TENSION because they are in COURT and there are LIVES on the LINE. #not because they wanna fuck. god.

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🔮 inhighspirits Follow

why dont they just ask the spirit mediums to ask the victims who killed them this law shit is easy

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💞 lawveyourself Follow

seriously i cant believe they gave this guy a law degree

💞 lawveyourself Follow

what do you mean evidence fraud

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🎧 instrumentalillness Follow

fuck you *unguilties your love*

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🎀 copiicat Follow

perjury isnt illegal btw in fact if youre one of tge witnesses youre legally required to lie on the stand. thats why everyone does it. trust me

[percygranate]

⚠️PSA – ickybatz is back! Predators on AO3⚠️

⚠️TW for Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content, Pedophilia, GROOMING, and Pedophile Conversations. PLEASE read and reblog if you can.

IMPORTANT UPDATE: Demobatz is NOT ickybatz, also known as batty-ruski, battyrusk.

I made a mistake by assuming due to the names, and after being in contact with Demobatz, I edited the post. I apologize for this but don't fully regret calling them out, as it helped Demobatz realize they made a mistake and it brought a lot of attention to the issue of predators on AO3 and Tumblr.

In-depth explanation [HERE]!

This 13/16-year-old CHILD is out here asking for pedophilia requests and getting encouraged and groomed by predators.

I accidentally came across it, and I encourage you to report them and everyone interacting with their work. There is a difference between dark romance, dark fics, and straight-up romanticization of children being assaulted.

They write about these children actively partaking and enjoying it, hoping they can please the adult taking advantage of them. These works are clearly written for the type of person that gets off on it.

——— Update ———

Their way of writing to cope with past trauma was groomed and manipulated by predators on AO3.

——— Update ———

——— False Information | Demobatz isn't Ickybatz ———

So much for “Oh, they are a traumatized child and made a mistake.” They now know it's wrong and continue doing it, even worse than before. And people continue to support it.

Their fucking apology was absolute bullshit. And everyone that came to their defense should be ashamed of themselves.

——— False Information | Demobatz isn't Ickybatz ———

↓ Here are AO3 accounts supporting this. ↓

Yes, they put warnings on their work and say “Don’t Like It, Don’t Read It!” But I would like to show you what they are writing, and how they are getting the attention of predators. I am sure you have to agree with me that they and everyone supporting this need to lose any type of platform they own. Demobatz should NOT be in any contact with these men.

⚠️They encourage each others to write this and Demobatz, A 13/16-YEAR-OLD, is actively putting themselves in danger by making “friends” for roleplay, and exchanging social media, with very likely, PEDOPHILES. They are actively getting groomed by people that know what they are doing.⚠️

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↓These are their two original works↓

Financial Struggles — The summary says it all. But I feel like I should point out their conversation under their post.

Mother’s Milk — Sexual Assault of a male baby.

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↓This is their work in the Stranger Things Fandom↓

Their work “Deceit” which is taking requests and actively posting has, as of May 21st, 16 Chapters.

1 — “Using this as a coping mechanism for my own trauma. Please request, any age is allowed❤️”

2 — Eddie Munson, 25 y/o | Reader, 17 y/o

3 — Uncle Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson | Reader, 6 y/o

4 — Eddie Munson, 20 y/o | Reader, 12 y/o

5 — Steve, 19 y/o & Eddie, 20 y/o | Reader, 14 y/o

6 — Dad Steve | Reader, 8 y/o

7 — Dad Steve & Eddie | Reader, 8 y/o

8 — Big Brother Steve | Reader, 4 y/o

9 — Big Brother Billy Hargrove | Reader, 6 y/o

10 — “Posting this so that you all can give me ideas on what to post next❤️ Anything is allowed/ age can be whatever you want♡♡!”

11 — Billy & Steve | Reader, 3 y/o

12 — Hopper & Joyce | Reader, 4 y/o

13 — !BILLY HARGROVE AND A NEWBORN BABY!

14 — Billy | Reader, 6 y/o & Max, 7 y/o

15 — “It hasn't been a week and I'm almost at 2,000 reads! Thank you all so much♡♡ Feel free to drop suggestions, request or even ideas/blurbs♡♡”

16 — Big Brother Eddie / Reader over the years, starting at 6 y/o

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They actively encourage pedophilia and put themselves on a silver platter for predators.

If you are still trying to justify these types of works, please do it off anon and openly so you can be blocked since you are part of the problem.

Do not send threats, bullying, or harassment their way. Block and Report.

If you know one or more of the interacting blogs, call them out.

⚠️UPDATE: 22nd of May⚠️

Dear fellow Bloggers, Demobatz pedophilia fic “Deceit” has been taken down!

Yet their two original works (mentioned above) are still there. I ask you to keep reporting them!

Demobatz is currently using Wit as their social media to exchange ideas for their CSA & incest Erotica, and worse, to roleplay with potential predators.

⚠️Update: May 25th⚠️

AO3 has removed their account or they deleted it themselves. Their Wit profile has been deleted.

Due to this post, my blogs keep getting shadowbanned and reported.

⚠️Update: May 26th⚠️

DEMOBATZ CONTACTED ME AND I CAN CONFIRM THIS APOLOGY TO BE REAL!

In-depth continuation and explanation [HERE]!

⚠️I turned off Reblogs as the original post with false information is still making rounds and therefore people are missing information.⚠️

[thesummerstorms]

To quote my other reblog of my own post about this whole moment, it’s important to me that this means that Dick and Kory have discussed what happened to her in enough explicit detail that when Myand’r trots out this bullshit Dick feels both able to threaten him by telling him exactly what was done to Kory in name of his “peace treaty”.

And I 1000% understand Dick’s anger here. He is angry for her.

“This so called paradise was paid for with your flesh…your heart…your life.”

Yes absolutely. And I do think it’s a really salient point that Dick loves her and knows in detail what happened to her and that’s why he’s so furious. For someone who was raised by Bruce, watching the whole “everything for the mission” mentality, he still doesn’t find Kory’s suffering excusable.

Whereas Myand’r claims to love his daughter, but if we’re being honest, he doesn’t fucking know her.

He sold her away as a child.

The last time she was kidnapped and brought back by Blackfire, he sent her away into exile again without them ever actually discussing what had happened to her or what her life was like or him trying to explain to her or ask for forgiveness.

Now he’s sold her into an unwanted marriage, Dick calls him on the fact that it’s always Kory’s price to pay, Kory’s blood and suffering that paves the way for Myand’r’s decisions…and the king blows him off.

He doesn’t want to know what happened to his daughter. He wants to live in ignorance. Yes, she was his favorite compared to Blackfire when they were children… but at some point he stopped seeing her as a person, I think. Or stopped letting himself.

Look at Myand’r’s phrasing- “yes, I agreed to let the Citadel take my daughter in exchange for peace. And yes my family suffered. But not one drop of Tamaranean blood was lost.”

“My daughter was taken” / “my family suffered”.

Koriand’r was in fact the one who was tortured and enslaved, but it was “the family” generally who suffered. With the possessive “my” and everything. “Allowed them to take my daughter”- the taking was not the truly bad part here. They didn’t take her and put her under house arrest as a hostage. The enslaved, raped, tortured, and experimented on her. Dick knows this concretely. Myand’r doesn’t.

Dick is right- Myand’r is a coward who refuses to accept what he actually helped do to Kory.

And the “not a drop of Tamaranean blood was lost” just makes me laugh, because what. Have you just depersonalized your daughter so much her blood no longer counts to you?

So I 1000% understand why Dick is angry here. Especially because if I remember right, marriage between the two of them had been casually raised as a possibility right before this arc started. So on top of watching the woman he loves suffer at the hands of a family who are using her love for them to manipulate and hurt her again, there is an element of betrayal/loss for Dick as well in her being promised to Karras.

However.

No matter how justified Dick’s anger, the way he handled it ended up doing more harm than good here. He rushes away from her, tells her right before the middle set of panels that he doesn’t want to talk to her. Tells her in those panels “Don’t talk to me about that hypocrite.”

He’s angry and he blows up and he shuts her out because of it- but if he’s angry for her, then that’s the exact opposite of what he needs to be doing. Kory thinks it’s just about the marriage and that he just doesn’t understand her father- he needs to talk to her if he wants her to understand that she deserves better than how she’s being treated. He needs to be talking about “that hypocrite” so she understands that Myand’r is one.

No matter how much it might hurt that she’s considering marrying someone else or how angry it might make him to hear her defend her own mistreatment, if he wants to actually change those things, he has to show her that someone who loves her thinks she deserves better. She has grown up in this fucked up dynamic- it would take persistence and care to help her see her way out of it. A few angry one off sentences about her father won’t be enough on their own.

But instead Dick acts more like Bruce here- centers his anger on himself, shuts her out, lashes out. And so he fails to actually meaningfully address the causes of the problem.

This is not me complaining about the writers/writing btw. It’s just really interesting to me how Dick’s own learned responses from his dad/mentor get in the way of protecting the woman he loves from what he sees as the abuses of her own father.

And then of course poor Kory is left to deal with the emotional devastation after.

[oneofnanamisgirls]

Toji Fushiguro Pt.3

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synopsis: texting toji after shiu woke you up from the job and toji comes over

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cw: ed/disordered eating mentioned, cursing, and honestly i can’t remember (sorry).

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A/N: heyy, sorry this took so long to post. i’ve been soo busy with schoolwork lately. likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

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your thumb hovers over the call button, debating whether or not to call him. would it be weird to call him this late?

you hear your brother shut the door of his bedroom. he would be going to sleep, he is a heavy sleeper.

you click the call button and wait.

"mphello." toji's voice was muffled.

"god, you really need to stop talking with your mouth full." you roll your eyes at him.

"how is it my fault you decide to call me as i am stuffing my face?" his voice was clear this time.

"i was debating if i actually wanted to call you or not."

"yeah and what's so wrong with talking to me?" you can hear the annoyance in his voice.

"stop being so defensive." you want to yell at him, but you whisper it out instead.

"you won't wake him up, he sleeps like a damn mummy." you laugh at his joke, knowing its true.

"that's true. what are you eating?" you ask curiously, remembering that you fell asleep before having dinner earlier.

"some leftover takeout from earlier. let me guess what you had, that pasta that you always make? with the orangey sauce." he asks, knowing that the pasta dish is his favorite and he is looking to score some.

"actually i passed out before eating earlier." you tell him as you put the phone on speaker and turn to lay on your side.

"you do that a lot." he mentions.

"i didn't realize you pay that much attention to me." you chuckle.

"aside from shiu, you are the only other person i see often."

"i take it as a compliment." you smirk to yourself.

"it wasn't, you shouldn't do that." he isn't entertaining the idea of it being a compliment.

"i mean that you pay attention to me." you defend.

"yeah i got that, but you have to eat. especially after a night like last night." he tells you. you can hear shuffling around from his end of the phone.

"forgetting to eat because i was asleep is not the end of the world toji. it was an honest mistake." you shift to the other side.

"it's been more than once. you think i don't realize? when shiu and i have late nights into the morning and you ask him to bring home food because you wake up starving?" he sounds mad.

"why are you lecturing me on this? i'm not doing it on purpose. i don't get why you are so mad over this." you speak defensively.

"i know about the shit from when you were a teenager y/n, i'm not dumb." he states as you hear the door locking through the phone.

"that was years ago toji. i was sick back then. you need to relax about this. i'm not doing it on purpose. i told you that. shiu knows." you explain yourself to him.

"bullshit." he scoffs as you hear an engine rumble in the background.

"where are you going?" you ask him.

"for a drive." he says coldly.

"i miss when you were being nice to me." you sigh.

"whatever, bye." the phone disconnects and you scoff at his ignorance. you should have known that he would flip to being a dick.

you realize that you didn't even shower either, and the warm water is just what you need. when looking for apartments, shiu insisted on both rooms having their own bathroom. you shut the bathroom down and have your shower.

the hot water made you feel better. you dry yourself off with the towel before wrapping it around your body.

"jesus christ!" you shout, noticing toji on your bed. "what the hell are you doing here?"

"brought you some food." he says nudging toward the bag on your desk.

"get out!" you point toward the door.

"not until you have dinner. what the hell is your problem?" he rolls his eyes.

"my problem is you invite yourself into my room without even telling me! i am also in a towel for gods sake."

"what are you embarrassed? its a towel, not like you are butt ass naked."

"seriously get out of my room!" you tell him again.

"fine." he waltzes out, shutting the door behind him.

he has some nerve, showing up unannounced. with frustration, you put clothes on without a care. you pause in the middle of pulling your pajama pants on when you realize you forgot to put lotion on. you groan out before sitting at the edge of your bed to apply the lotion to your legs.

you open the door, signaling to toji that you are finished and he can return. you apply your moisturizer in front of the mirror atop your dresser. toji makes himself comfortable at your desk chair.

"i'm surprised you even own clothes as skimpy as what you wore the other night. around here you always wear such baggy stuff." he states.

"can you just stop talking?" you're annoyed.

"look, i'm sorry for scaring you earlier and being a dick. you gotta realize that you and shiu are basically all i have. don't want anything happening to either of you." he tells you with little emotion in his voice.

"it's fine, but i don't need you to act like a parent to me. that stuff with the eating was almost a decade ago. i was really sick. i'm good now." you explain to him.

"i know, i'm sorry."

"did you just apologize to me? i swear i am still asleep. pinch me." you stick your arm out to him.

"haha very funny." he isn't amused. he takes a box from the bag he brought in and hands it to you. it was some plain noodles.

you thank him as he hands you a fork. he lets you sit in the chair to eat. you notice from the corner of your eye that he is looking at the stuff in your room. you let him browse the decor and the other things that decorate your room. you weren't embarrassed by anything, not even the stuffed bear on your bed. you were too mesmerized by the food. until you hear him start opening up drawers.

"get your filthy, greedy hands out of my drawers." you state, not even turning around to him.

"what? you got something you think i might find?" he asks, taunting you.

"no, it's rude to look through people's things." you say to him, taking your last bite.

"don't act so surprised by it then, especially from me." he tells you, truthfully. he isn't always this nice, if you could even say that.

"have some manners fushiguro." you treat him like a kid.

"back to the last names i see. ten years of knowing you and we are back to square one." he sits at the edge of your bed, manspreading of course.

"what did i say about manners?" you question rhetorically walking to him. you push his knees closed a bit. he looks up at you with his eyes, almost daring you to touch him again. "keep dreaming."

"you are the one dreaming." he uses your words back at him.

"why are you still here? you fed me, therefore you know i'm not sick." you cross your arms against your chest.

"we are both awake, might as well hang out." he shrugs his shoulders.

"god if we are actually hanging out, let me take a cigarette from shiu first." you playfully tease.

"i'm not that bad." he tries. "plus you don't smoke."

"not in front of you." you push your arms closer to your body.

"liar." he pokes.

you walk out of your room, grab a cigarette from the box that is tossed on the kitchen counter aside shiu's keys. you take the lighter from the box before walking to the door of the apartment. toji follows you outside, where you look out over the railing. you walk to the area farther away from the other apartments, finding yourself in your favorite corner of the balcony.

you sit on the stool that someone left when they moved out. the area you live in is a nicer area, but it's still in the city. as you take your first drag, toji waits for you to start coughing. when you don't, he raises an eyebrow.

"told you." you blow the smoke away from him.

"i guess we are just learning more about each other today." he leans against the railing next to you. you look around for the outside cat that always comes to your lap.

"hi sweet girl." you coo as the white cat, you have named edie, jumps into your lap.

"crazy cat lady." toji chuckles.

"her name is edie." you pet her and release your fist, letting her take the treat out of you palm.

"why don't you bring it inside?" he asks, receiving a glare from you.

"she is an outside cat, she has always been. i feed her everyday and got a little house for her where she sleeps. i tried bringing her in, but she kept wanting to go back outside." you tell him and then taking another drag. you pet edie with your empty hand, remembering that you have to give her some flea medicine soon.

toji can't help but admire your softness with the cat. he knows you are always soft with things that are precious to you. he is almost jealous of the way you are soft with a stray cat, you were never soft with him.

edie jumps off your lap and runs off to the stairs. you drop the cigarette butt on the ground, letting toji step on it. the sun begins to rise in the distance, you should try to get some rest.

"you look tired." toji notices.

"getting there." you lean your head back against the corner column. the tiredness hits you like a ton of bricks.

he offers a hand to pull you up from the stool. you stumble to your feet, clutching to his tee shirt in fear of falling. your head falls into his chest, you're unsure about the proximity. you were never this close up to him.

"sorry." you stumble back, he was unbothered. you slowly shift your feet back to the apartment, ready to brush your teeth and go to sleep for a few more hours.

you mumble a goodnight to toji, as he gets himself comfortable on the large couch in the living room. you don't wait for a response.

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taglist: @en-happiness

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Release

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word Count: borderline 4k

Warnings: Briefest mentions of kidnapping/child trafficking (blink and you'll miss it), a lot of memory flashblacks. I think that's about it in this one.

Author’s Note: You know how I said two more parts were left in the last one? Well this one got so long that it had to be broken up into two. Sooo at this point I don't even know how many parts are left. 😅 I just know we're getting close to the end. I believe this is the part that a majority of you have been waiting for! As a reminder, please be sure to follow @xxwritemeastoryxxlibrary and turn on notifications so you never miss a fic!

I do not and will not ever give permission for my fics to be copied and posted on other sites. Don’t do it. Don’t be that person that ruins it for me and everyone else.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. While likes are appreciated, reblogs are gold. Seriously, if you enjoyed this in the slightest, please reblog ♥

Phantom Masterlist || MCU Masterlist || Taglist

The last thing Phantom remembered was shooting at the former Winter Soldier before something happened. Something had clouded her vision for a brief moment. Then flashes of memories passed her vision. 

A four year old girl was being pulled out kicking and screaming as she reached out for her lifeless mother that was on the ground. That same child a moment later was introduced to a new way of life that would turn her into a weapon. The memory flicked over to a teenager holding a gun to her mark while he pleaded for his life before she pulled the trigger. Another flash had that same teenager, a few years older, being forced into a suppressing machine as she fought their hold. 

Then blood followed.

Deaths that belong to people she no longer remembered the reason for their deaths. Guns and knives used to kill those targets that brought satisfaction to her handler. Until those handlers had been found during the fall of SHIELD. 

Your next mission is to infiltrate the Avengers. And when the time is right, you are to eliminate the former Winter Soldier.

With the next flash, the same woman had a gun pointed to the back of a man's head. Her partner was unaware that he was the target. Complete the mission. The words echoed. Then he turned towards her and smiled at her as if she had just brightened his day while on this mission. 

Complete the mission. 

The flashes of memories changed to only him. His eyes. The eyes that once were hardened were soft and light. They threatened to swallow her whole with a feeling she couldn't explain. His laugh, the occasional glare he gave her, the look of love and adoration mixed in with other moments. The anchor in the darkness was him. 

NO! I won't hurt him.

But you have. The echo was followed by an argument playing in her mind.  

“Everything was a lie, wasn’t it? You are pretty good about your job sweetheart, I’ll give you that.”

“I have lied about plenty of things, but my feelings for you weren’t one of them.”

“Don’t feed me that bullshit. Everything I have known about you has been a lie. From the moment I met you I should have listened to my gut. You started this by taking the mission. The least you can do is finish ripping my heart out by telling the damn truth for once.”

Memories of the last time they fought played like a trailer in her mind. It was followed by the two of them in combat, with him pinned down to the ground and a moment later she had a gun shooting at him. 

Complete the mission. 

That was when her vision had cleared and she took in the sight in front of her. He stood there in front of her. A trail of blood ran down his neck from where her blade had sliced into his neck. And the way blood had seeped into the fabric on his arm from her bullet. 

She felt her eyes water as they moved to his face. There was hope in his eyes. Relief was mixed in with hope. She watched as he took that first step towards her before darkness consumed her. 

Do you know who this is? 

Bucky.

But who are you? 

Hours had passed and Bucky hadn't left the chair inside the spare room. While every part of him wanted to be sitting right next to the bed Y/N was in while he waited for her to wake up, he knew better. He knew she would need space once she woke up. 

Instead, he watched the steady fall and rise of her chest from across the room. He wondered how hard Wanda had hit her with her powers. From the stories he heard, everyone had a different experience with it. But none of them had been down as long as she currently was. 

“It's as though she's shifting through everything she's feared her whole life.” 

Wanda had come a few hours prior to check in on her. Of course that had been after the compound had been cleared. After the chaos that Hydra tried to ensue on them. But their plan failed. 

The Avengers had managed to take several Hydra soldiers into custody for interrogations. The other's that refused to be taken in, their bodies were being cleaned up and taken away. 

Tony instructed FRIDAY to have the compound on lockdown just in case there was a second wave. While the chances were unlikely, it was still better to be prepared this time around. And in the process several agents were dispatched to add security to the remaining two pieces of equipment Hydra needed. 

The rest of the team were doing what they needed to. Interrogations, searching databases with FRIDAY for any of the dead Hydra soldiers’ information, and planning the necessary missions that would follow. You name it, it was being done. 

The only one that hadn't been doing anything was Bucky. But given the circumstances, no one blamed him. No one even dared to ask him to step away from the room for longer than a minute. If there was any information that needed to be shared with Bucky, they came to him. 

Bucky looked over her figure for the millionth time. She was still out as if she was in a peaceful sleep and not being forced to endure her fears. He couldn't even remember the last time she looked this peaceful. 

Even when they had shared the same bed, there were moments where he would turn over and see her brows furrowed in her sleep. It was only after he made her leave that he understood why she did. Because even she wasn't immune to the nightmares left behind by Hydra. 

The sound of the door opening caught Bucky’s attention. When he looked over, he found Steve entering, a file in his hand. 

More information. Bucky thought as Steve closed the door behind him. 

“Any changes?” Steve asked as his eyes landed on the sleeping form. 

“She turned once.” Bucky shrugged slightly. “There was a moment where I thought she'd wake up, but she turned over as if she was uncomfortable.” A huff of a chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head. “What else did you guys find?” He gestured towards the file. 

Steve held it out for him to take. “She had trackers stitched into her tactical belts. Three of them with different origins. We've been able to map out where she's gone since they attached it. ” 

Bucky’s eyebrow raised as he opened the file. “Mexico.” He noted once he took in the first origin. “Makes sense given that was where they reprogrammed her.” 

The tracker had traced her movements through the Eastern Hemisphere. Each coinciding with each ambush that had reached their radar. There were even movements that hadn't lined up. 

When Bucky flipped over to the next tracker and the locations, the origin caused him to look up at Steve for a moment before he looked back down at it. Steve knew it was at his full attention now. 

Origin location: Washington D.C

Manufacturer: Stark Industries 2007

“Tony knows about this?” Bucky asked as his eyes moved along the coordinates of movement. 

Steve nodded. “He's digging with that information. He knows FRIDAY will be able to locate everything on that tracker. Including who purchased it.” 

“Hydra has someone in D.C.” Bucky shook his head before he glanced over at Y/N. He watched her even breath for a moment. “Did FRIDAY ever get facial recognition from the clip?” 

“All lower level.” Steve responded. “If her handler was in the footage, he's someone low on the chain of command. If he was here, he's either dead or in one of our interrogation rooms.”

A thought crossed Bucky’s mind before he looked back at the file in his hand. His eyes scanned the dates of when the tracker had first gone online, followed by the first few locations she had been tracked to. 

“The day before we came back from our mission, when I saw her postcard, she was in D.C. and the day we got back, she was on a flight out to Germany.” Bucky began as he handed the file back to Steve. “The trackers all have one thing in common though.” 

“They bounce back to D.C. after each hit she was a part of.” Steve added. 

“Her handler is the reason she goes back to D.C.” He shook his head. “They've practically been under our noses for months.” 

“You'd think after the fall of SHIELD, there’d be more reason to keep their guard up in D.C..” Steve shook his head. “Even after all this time, I thought we were close to ending this once and for all.”

“‘Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.’” 

Both Bucky and Steve’s head snapped towards the bed. Their eyes landed on Y/N the moment they had. She'd be sitting up in the bed, almost as if she had been lounging for longer than a few minutes. 

Bucky had shot out of his seat in relief. His mind only registered she was finally awake after so many hours of being unconscious. But his heart sank the moment she had mirrored his movement and braced herself for any possibility of what could happen. 

He felt Steve tense up beside him as he lifted his right hand up slowly. He knew that lifting his left hand might come off as a threat to her in some way. His eyes met hers as he slowly shook his head. 

“I didn't mean to-” He sighed softly. “I'm sorry, I was just relieved to see you awake. I didn't think about how that would have come off to you.” 

“Why would you be relieved?” She asked, never relaxing her stance. She took in both of the men before her. The blonde, Steve - her mind corrected, was tense. His eyes moved between her and the man beside him. Bucky, her mind screamed at her the same time an ache filled her chest. She took in his eyes and noticed the worry that filled them. “I am a part of the organization that you want destroyed.” She paused for a moment before a thought came over her.  “I hurt…you.”

Her eyes moved down to the bandage at his neck before her eyes flicked over to his arm. The edges of medical tape peeking out from his sleeve. Her blade. Her bullet. 

Complete the mission.

“I was sent to kill you and you're relieved that I am awake?” 

Bucky could hear the confusion in her voice as she spoke. He could see how it didn't make sense to her. He understood why it didn't. To anyone else it would have sounded like madness. But to him it wasn't. 

He had hoped that once she had awakened, the memories that had been locked away by Hydra would have been freed. But by her confusion, he now knew it wasn't that simple. Was anything ever that simple? 

“Do you know who I am?” Bucky asked. He never moved from his spot. He never lowered his hand in fear she'd take it as a threat towards her. 

“You're…” Her brain threw several answers at her all at once. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. James Barnes. Traitor. Avenger. The mission. She shook her head, trying to clear the jumbled mess that was in her mind. “Your name is Bucky.” 

Bucky nodded while attempting to keep his lips from forming a slight smile. The relief he felt from just hearing his name pass her lips. He didn't realize how much he missed her just saying it.

“Do you know who you are to me?” He asked a moment later. 

More thoughts flooded her brain the moment he asked the question. Memories of her receiving her mission to infiltrate the Avengers played through her mind. The fake name that became her new identity. It was followed by memories of missions, team night outs that soon turned into date nights with Bucky. Running for cover from the rain that started while out on a walk with him. Moments in the early mornings laughing with each other and then the intimate moments.

But the memories were shattered by the darkness that had been intertwined with each memory. The late night meetings with her handler to give status reports on a weekly basis. The memory of her handler giving her the approval to take out the target. Those memories were followed by the last time she and Bucky fought. A memory on a loop of everything she did wrong. Of everything she had done to hurt him. 

“I should kill you right now.”

“Do it, you’d be doing both of us a favor. I never intended to fall for you. But you made me care and I couldn’t stop myself. You want to kill me, go ahead. I deserve it for what I’ve done.”

“You should have told me the truth sooner. When you knew you couldn’t go through with it. Or even that night. We sat up for hours, you should have told me. I would have let you go then instead of having to find out this way when you slipped up.”

“I know, and I understand that I should have. But you-”

“Leave.”

“Okay, I’ll give you some space.”

“I meant leave here completely. I don’t want to see you around here anymore. In fact I expect you to be somewhere across the world by morning.”

The ache in her chest grew and she tried to blink back the tears that were wanting to form. She shook her head slightly as she tried not to let the feeling swallow her whole. After a moment, she felt herself gain some control over her mind that she felt she had been losing. 

Someone you never wanted to see again. 

Before she could voice her response, the door behind the men opened. The sound had caused her to stiffen before taking a step back. Two were barely tolerable and she wasn't sure she could handle another person in the room. 

“I've got some bad news, fellas.” Natasha said as she stepped into the room. Her eyes moved from the men over to Y/N. She gave her an apologetic look before looking back at the men. 

“What is it?” Steve asked. 

“Ross is here.” Natasha hadn't missed the way all three of them tensed up at the name. “Tony tried stalling but…” She trailed off with a shrug. 

“She just woke up.” Bucky sighed. “We haven't even had a chance to talk.” 

Bucky had hoped Secretary Ross wouldn't show up until a day later. He hoped that by the time Ross had come knocking he'd have gotten a few hours to see where Y/N was at with her mind, not minutes.

“It's either this happens here and now, or he'll have her transported elsewhere to do it.” Natasha noted. “That's what Tony got him to agree to and why he hasn't already had men coming in to drag her out.” 

The words had caused an echo of memories to play through Y/N's mind. Soldiers dragged her away at several points in her life. All of the memories had her kicking and screaming, trying to get away. Followed by the several interrogations she had been a part of, on both sides of the coin. 

She tortured and just questioned people for information. She used tools and manipulation to get the answers she needed. There was a dark side and a ‘right’ side of the things she had done to get information. 

But she'd never been on the other side of interrogations. She'd never been threatened or tortured for information. She'd never been caught in order to be interrogated. And the thought should have comforted her. But wasn't that the reason Secretary Ross had been there?

She had been lost in the memories she hadn't realized Bucky had moved closer to her. She hadn't realized he had been saying her name. The only name he knew. But was it really hers? 

Nothing had truly belonged to her. Her life had been owned by someone else for a majority of her life. She had been bought by Hydra and became something they needed. It was worse than what the Red Room had done to her. The Red Room may have taken her away from her family, but Hydra who took everything away from her until she was left with nothing. 

She was no one. She was nothing but the asset they had turned her into. 

Complete the mission. 

She could hear the voices speaking in the room but her brain wasn't registering who was speaking or what they were saying. All her brain could focus on was on the details of the memories that kept coming at full force. 

“Come back to me.” 

It was followed by distorted voices she couldn't place. It wasn't for her to understand them. But the words she had heard, they acted as a grounding for her. Pulling her back from the memories. 

Her mind attempted to grasp onto reality when she felt the pressure of someone grabbing her hand. Her eyes began focusing on the man in front of her as she felt the soothing pattern on the back of her hand. A pattern she knew. And when they did focus, she found worried eyes looking back at her. 

His eyes. The same set of eyes that always brought her comfort when she needed it. Her light in the darkness. The one person who would know how to help her. If he was wanting to. 

Her mind flashed with a memory of her putting several things into a box and sliding it over to a shop owner. The postcard that she had quickly written the address on before she wrote one single word in the text block. SIBERIA 

“Your mission?”

“Take out the Avengers.” 

“The priority?”

“The traitor to Hydra. He's problematic to the mission. He feeds information to the Avengers. His death means Hydra can do as it needs to.” 

Hydra bases had been getting raided frequently. With each step they took to getting what they wanted, it seemed the Avengers were closely behind. It made her handler nervous and needed something to be done. But because of his position, he sent someone else to make sure Phantom would get the job done. But it hadn't. 

The mission failed. 

That was the moment her brain caught up with everything the last several months. Her mind had finally pieced together the time between her leaving the compound years ago and waking up several minutes ago. 

“You were looking for me.” She said a moment later as she felt her mind finally clear. 

“I got your postcard.” Bucky had seen the moment everything seemed to snap into place for her. And for the first time since she woke up, he was seeing the version of herself that he really knew and understood. “I only wish I had seen it sooner.” He watched as her brows furrowed in confusion. “We were on a mission. I didn't see it until we got back.” 

“I didn't think-” The sound of the door opening and closing caught their attention for a moment. Natasha and Steve had stepped out of the room. A chance to give them a moment alone before they had to deal with Secretary Ross. “I didn’t have many options and part of me hoped that you wouldn't ignore it.” 

Bucky sighed softly. “Even if I was still angry with you, I never would have left you there. No one deserves to be held under Hydra’s grasp.” 

A sense of relief filled her. That the worrying she had about sending the postcard wasn't necessary. He would have seen it and came running. Though it made her wonder if he had still been angry with her, would he be standing where he was now? Would he have been waiting for her to wake up as he had been? 

Her eyes wandered and it wasn't long before she was reminded of the bandages that covered his skin. Her blade. Her bullet. Her hand that wasn't in his hand came up to gently touch his neck. 

“It's practically healed already.” He joked the moment he realized what she was doing. He could see it in her eyes as the self loathing began. A feeling he knew all too well. 

“How bad are things?” She asked. Her voice had barely been above a whisper. 

She couldn't meet his eyes as she asked. She couldn't look at him in the face when he told her how much chaos she had a hand in. Instead she focused on the bandage, desperately wishing it was transparent so she knew how bad it really had been. How deep her blade had gone. 

“Nothing we haven't been able to handle.” He brought his left hand up under her chin and lifted it gently to get her attention away from his neck. The moment her eyes came up to his he gave her a small smile. “The main goal was to get you back.” 

“How many-” 

“It's not something you need to worry about right now.” It wasn't that he was trying to keep her from knowing. He knew how a number haunted him and he didn't want their first conversation to be about the demons that will haunt her over the next several months. “I know you need to know. But I need to know where your head is, right now.” 

She was going to argue with him about it. She would make it so before they'd leave the room she'd have her answer. But she knew why he wanted to know where she was. There was an interrogation waiting for her. 

“Sane, if that makes a difference.” It caused both of them to chuckle slightly. “I know who I am. But some of it is…” She shook her head slightly. “It's like it's locked away.” 

“What pulled you in earlier when Natasha came in?” He asked curiously. He knew she was pulled into the memories. He saw the way her eyes had focused on one thing and nothing had gotten through to her. 

“Being dragged out.” She looked towards the door before looking back at him. “I've been taken out of a few different places unwillingly.” 

“I won't let that happen.” He promised. “But I have to get you over there before he sends someone in here.” She only nodded her head in response. “Interrogations have always been your thing. Don't let him run it.” Her eyebrow rose and Bucky could only shrug his shoulders as a smile pulled at his lips. 

As Bucky began to lead her out of the room, he felt her grip on his hand tightened slightly. Out of an old habit, his thumb had begun drawing a pattern on the back of her hand. There was a lot the two of them needed to discuss. He was sure there would be arguments and their emotions would take over when they attempted to figure out the next step. 

But for now he needed to help her get through the next few hours. As they made their way towards the interrogation rooms Bucky looked back and gave her a reassuring smile. He hadn't missed the way her head tilted towards the side as it seemed like a memory came to her. 

“Because every time you looked back to check on me, all I could see was Bucky and not the asset that I was meant to put down.” 

I refuse to complete the mission.

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[saintarmand]

multiple popular blogs in the iwtv fandom have a documented pattern of behavior of saying anything ranging from "could be interpreted as a bit racist but only if you're looking for it" to now literally "the real racism is actually against white people" and other alt right talking points. LOOK AT THE PATTERN.

you see the same people constantly complaining about how they keep getting called racist by black fans over and over again, and instead of asking yourself "why do so many black fans think these people are racist? could they be onto something?" you zero in on how polite they are about it and go "well, they put some naughty words after the word racist, looks like there really is a woke mob of big bad black bullies terrorizing the fandom, sounds legit!"

the thing is, something like about a year ago, i actually posted an absolute garbage take i can't believe i ever thought was acceptable, and got rightfully called out for it. i had some other white people agreeing with me, but THANK GOD someone i followed reblogged a post talking some sense. i freaked out at first of course. "someone is vagueing about me? that's not exactly what i said verbatim. i'm being misinterpreted unfairly! what if everyone finds out and starts hating me?" i got defensive, though i avoided throwing the classic huge public tantrum by simply logging off until i cooled down a little, so i managed not to draw that much attention. it's probably only because it was people that i already thought seemed really smart who were saying it, that made the voice at the back of my mind go, "what if they're right and i'm wrong?" so i really thought about it. at first i thought it was just my phrasing that was bad and if i explained it better it would be fine. but now that i've had over a year to think about it and listen and learn, i've come to realize just how stupid that was. and it's probably not the only dumb racist post i made, just the one that i saw called out. i've since deleted the whole blog so i can't check. which i admit i did in large part so other people couldn't check anymore either.

and what were the only consequences i faced? there are users that i think are really cool, and even some i was following, who have me blocked. i go :( about it for a second when i can't reblog a post. iirc like 3 anon asks i've gotten in total, only one of which was even mean at all. oh the horror, someone called me a racist bitch. i literally WAS. and even if i wasn't, so what? it made me feel a little bad, yeah. it would probably actually feel LESS bad if i thought it didn't apply. it would just be confusing and a little funny. it did apply, and it probably still does, i got a lot of shit to unlearn. in my book, me feeling bad is absolutely worth it if it brought whoever sent it even a smidgen of satisfaction. them having to witness my bullshit was undoubtedly worse.

the only reason i'm able to be as polite as i am is because as a white person this does not affect me personally. this fandom has been racist since before the show even started. if i saw popular blogs in my fandom being, say, lesbophobic for more than two years, constantly, and getting away with it, still being popular, receiving praise, and every time i said anything about it i had their followers come after me, while consoling them, i'd be pretty fucking pissed. i'd get tired of being nice so fast. and that's not even mentioning the trauma from a lifetime of racism in real life and online that black people have to deal with. i can't even imagine.

"racist" is not a goddamn slur. anyone who tries to tell you that it is has an agenda, and it's not that hard to figure out what that agenda is.

OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND YOU. really look. and when you see it, STAND UP AND SAY SOMETHING. i'm ashamed it's taken me this long to do that.

[tonydaddingham]

the reading comprehension on this godforsaken website is genuinely insane. it's such shit ppl went after you for responding. fwiw you singlehandedly restored my faith in the GO fandom a little while back, some of the only well thought-out takes for miles (til i started clicking on the reblogs n found more). there was nothing wrong with defending yourself from people who didn't even read the meta. for something you put this much effort into, it'd be weirder not to be defensive

ive sat on the whole thing over the last dozen or so hours now, with a good mixture of upset, anger, some kind of numbness, and incredible amounts of anxiety. i posted that response out of the second; i was really angry, and i flew off the handle. whilst i don't appreciate being told by the other anon that i shouldn't be so attached/shouldn't have been so upset, they have a point, and were right to highlight (intentionally or not) at the very least that that is the root of the problem. i likened the fiasco to some secondary school bullshit, but i didn't realise - or want to acknowledge - that that applied to me too. the whole thing has reawakened ancient history that i thought i had gotten over years ago - more than a decade ago, even - and it very much turns out that that isn't the case, and was simply buried. the uncomfortable thing i also ran into is that the incident has made me re-examine myself with a little more, and definitely overdue, scrutiny - the post attacked at what i now think was my ego, and my over-confidence, and sense of entitlement. that's so uncomfortable to admit, but here we are.

i don't mind people disagreeing with me, but i still stand firm that i don't think sending an ask ridiculing someone, or adding tags that equally can be interpreted as being plain unkind, is a nice thing to do. it's shit - i felt humiliated, and self-conscious in a fandom that until this point, for all my controversial takes 😂 - had made me feel that i had a space to share them, and whilst may not be agreed with, would still be valued by nature of them belonging to a person. i have no doubt that everything on that post wasn't at all personal, but it still felt that what i had spent a lot of time, excitement, and joy writing was worthy of being laughed at, as if i were stupid for writing it (let me be clear - idc if people think the original post and the take within it is wrong, that's absolutely fair enough). it then called into question - what else have people been nice to me about, politely interacting with me about, and yet elsewhere those same people are being horrible about it?

that line of overthinking is entirely my issue, that's noone else's fault, but i do think that had these people just simply kept their opinion to a DM, or somewhere else where the original poster is unlikely/not going to see it, it might have all been avoided. people are entitled to share their opinion, i have no issues with that fact, but it can have consequences... just like the consequences of me rb'ing it once the anger had set in, and i ceased to think rationally. i am sorry that i reacted out of anger, without much - if any - rational thought; that it was bitchy as fuck, and - without the maelstrom of emotion attached to it, as it was from my perspective - it was objectively uncalled for. im embarrassed i reacted like that, and im aware that its only served to make me come across as even more ridiculous than the original post ever could 😂 but i want to settle in with what this has brought up, especially the shitty stuff that i thought i had long gotten over, and look at why i reacted the way i did - i think i was right to defend myself, but perhaps not in the way that i did.

as a separate note, and just really as a PSA to anyone waiting on me in my ask box or has sent me messages - im going to halt on posting any original posts/asks for a while (knowing me, because i can't help myself, a 'while' will probably be like a day). that's in part because im shitting bricks about posting anything in general (this ask response included), but also because - like i said before - i don't want to continue posting stuff when im now wondering how much is coming from a less-than-humble place - im worried that it's a lot more than i ever thought, which is vulnerable, but that's how it goes.

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I posted 10,158 times in 2022

That's 6,390 more posts than 2021!

233 posts created (2%)

9,925 posts reblogged (98%)

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#tma spoilers - 20 posts

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#whereas martin is just chuggin along in his life when ope here’s a person i can help time to get them tea what do you mean i’m in love

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“Oh, Martin saw Jon be a complete mess of a human being and thought I can fix him and that was the reason his crush started”

you fools. you absolute circus clowns. you avatars of pure silliness.

Martin is EXACTLY as unhinged as Jon even before they ever meet each other, and becomes even more so after we meet him. Behold:

List of Reasons why Martin Kartin Blackwood is just as (if not more) unhinged than his avatar-of-all-evil-knowledge-boyfriend:

in order to get a job, he lied on his CV. Not too bad, fuck academic elitism, etc, but this man. claimed to have a very specific degree in a very specific field. and then he got hired. because of that degree

and no one noticed. for ten whole years.

(except the head of the institute, which doesn’t count bc he’s an evil mind reading bastard)

Also claimed to be like ten years older than he really was (him and jon share this unhinged fun fact which is fuckin wild)

ALSO also didn’t have a middle name so just kinda. gave himself a middle initial. for funsies.

let a dog into a building bc it tricked him with its cute face

but also carried out a con for months on an avatar of an evil fear god by just. frowning and nodding.

could have been an avatar of manipulation and control, instead decided to be in love. icon.

actually, could have been an avatar of three different fear gods. said no thanks I will be in love instead ty

boss is specifically an asshole to him. decides to fall in love anyway.

had to be told to put his hands in his pockets so he would stop touching plastic explosives

wanted to kill an old man bc one time that old man kind of threatened to throw him off a rollercoaster

after being trapped in his flat for three weeks by a bug lady, brought a jar full of her bugs with him back to work to prove a point

willing to damn an unknowable number of other realities

met himself. he was an asshole. to himself.

“sorry elias I can’t hear you there’s a door in the way”

decided with no evidence that he was going to take his bf on a hiking trip and figure out a way to shove the fear gods back into their little box

has dreams of making out with his bf over their ex-boss’s corpse

“Hey, Elias! J o n a h M a g n u s !!!!! ��. OI DICKHEAD”

big strong rowing arms

(that’s not unhinged i just wanted everyone to remember that martin has big strong arms good for rowing and giving hugs)

thinks tea is cure to all emotional ills

certainly has a large fun patterned jumper collection at home

also advocates that he and his bf “get their murder on”

stole a possibly evil tape recorder to record poetry bc lo-fi vibes

spent several months talking to tape recorders more than humans

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6,854 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#4

Help I’m late to the party re: cryptic Rusty Quill Magnus Archives news and don’t know how to catch up!

You have come to the right place! Here I will summarize The Bullshit™️ with time stamps where able. I will also update this post when new things come to light.

Let’s go one day at a time!

10 October

Rusty Quill Twitter and Instagrams post UNPROMPTED, UNEXPLAINED eyes

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7,837 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#3

tma fandom for the past year and a half: the ambiguity of the ending was so beautiful, I love that we just Don’t Know what happened to them. Horror tragedy is a heart-wrenching but also amazing genre.

tma fans today: mARTIN? Martin my beloved bby boy?? Is here???? Is aliVe??? THANK FUCK THIS IS WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG now where is my jarchivist whom I love so dearly rusty quill if you keep him from me I will never forgive you

11,420 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#2

I did not have “tumblr book club forms and reads a classic horror novel delivered via email; immediately begins to roast and fall in love with protagonist” on my 2022 bingo card, but I have to say I am enjoying myself immensely

18,645 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I feel like neil gaiman’s regular presence on this hellsite is like… an unintentional secret that we all have. I never question it, and yet it’s just like… on your right you will see the queer podcast fandom. on the left you will see author of coraline and good omens and the sandman. yeah he’s here. yeah sometimes he’ll appear in your notes or respond to a shitpost when you least expect it. it’s fine.

30,370 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

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[modernidolater]

I am pro-drugs. This is about to be a pro-drugs post.

Deep Breath

Looked at the notes. So many of you are reblogging this tagged with addiction, and mental disorder, and harm reduction.

Fuck All The Way Off

Homo sapiens is roughly 300,000 years old.

The enzyme to metabolise ethanol is 10 million years old.

Yanno what that enzyme was doing hanging out before that?

Digesting even older fucking forms of alcohol.

Do you follow? Do you understand?

Drugs and drug use predate our species.

Humans have been deliberately cultivating alcohol for AT LEAST 9,000 years. You know what humans were also inventing 9,000 years ago?

Fucking wheat

Europe was still Paleolithic. In the Americas we still had goddamn super bison that were 8 feet tall and 15 feet long, and the Clovis Culture was winding down into it's descendent variants. Clovis Culture be known, by the way, for making arrowheads suited for hunting fucking wooly mammoths.

We've been getting drunk so fucking long that mammoth hunting was relevant when we started brewing alcohol. Not drinking. Brewing.

Alcohol was the only potable fucking drink in the Western Goddamn World for THOUSANDS OF YEARS.

As late as 17-fucking-77, Frederick the Great bitched that his soldiers were drinking coffee instead of beer.

We will get to coffee in a good goddamn minute.

You know when alcohol started becoming unpopular? When all this fucking anti-drug bullshit started?

18th fuggin century

The Fucking Protestants Did It.

That's right. That whole song and dance about drugs bad? Brought to you by Sparkling Christianity.

Islam forbids alcohol

Now. Islam forbids alcohol now. Early Islam forbid a specific wine (palm or grape), and the act of getting totally snockered.

But alcohol is so different now! It's higher proof! And other drugs are bad!

OK, we are going to totally set aside the fact that human adaptation for dependency on a single intoxicant necessarily has the knock-on effect of an expansive adaptation for intoxication and move on.

It's stronger

Yes, it fucking is. Wheat is also more nutritious. Houses are warmer. Fabric is cheaper and more durable. We fucking throw ourselves into the goddamn sky in metal tubes powered by crushed dinosaur.

We have refined everything! Everything we eat is stronger, purer, cleaner! Some things are, in fact, too clean! Too pure! Too sanitized! Too strong!

That doesn't fuckin mean we don't goddamn need them.

But hey! Other drugs! Drugs bad!

No

I don't have the time, patience, or energy to track down every fucking drug humanity has ever taken and break them all down. So imma pick fucking one.

Caffeine

Ope. Yeah. That's still a fucking drug you guys. A literal psychoactive one. That you can buy anywhere. Literally anywhere. I have coffee right now. In my hand.

Fun fact, guess how much alcohol is toxic? That would be .3 BAC, which is roughly 15 standard US drinks which is 210 grams of alcohol, which is 0.462971 lbs.

Damn near half a pound of alcohol.

You know what the generally agreed on toxic dose of caffeine is?

1200 milligrams

0.002645547 lbs.

Hey, fun fact, guess how many 8 oz cuppa dark roast that is?

12.6

You need 2-3 more beers, on average, to get alcohol poisoning than you do cups of coffee.

But hey, who drinks 13 cups of coffee in one sitting? Like you do alcohol? I mean sure, a standard pot of coffee is 12 cups, but nobody's just chugging a whole pot in one go, right?

Well, first off did you have any chocolate? There's caffeine in them thar dark hills. Energy drinks? Roughly equivalent to coffee over all. Tea? Half the caffeine, but it's still fucking there.

But also. Also.

My brothers and sisters and others in humanity.

That's the entire goddamn point.

Western humans drank alcohol as hydration. Western humans consumed alcohol habitually throughout the day.

You know.

Like we do fucking coffee.

Which is still a goddamn drug.

Oh, by the way, I keep saying Western in regards to alcohol cause as it turns out, about 50% of people of Asian descent lack the ability to rapidly metabolize alcohol. So they learned to boil water.

What did they put in that water, I wonder?

Fucking tea. Which has fucking caffeine.

But...but...meth! And heroine! And opioids!

Look, I'm not in any way suggesting that drugs can't be taken too much. Humans have had drug and alcohol problems since the get. There are always going to be, and always have been, drug problems.

I am going to point out that the one drug we consume steadily over the course of time, like we're fucking supposed to, presuming we don't cram hyper refined versions of it (looking at you, caffeine pills) in our mouths, is not only safe but given to children.

I'm also going to fucking point out that opium and opiates have existed and been in use for 8,000 fucking years.

I am also also going to refer back to my earlier point that we have over refined a loooooot of things.

Weirdly...follow me here...it's almost as though...the problem...is restricting, shaming, and pathologizing a natural human urge.

You know. Like, IDK, hilarious, maybe if we didn't refine things to toxic levels, restrict the safer levels, lock everything behind Protestant fear mongering shame culture, and violently prevent people using intoxicants from participating in society.

Maybe we could use drugs, you know, the way humans are fucking supposed to.

Habitually in moderate doses.

Which is not, you may notice, a problem with the drugs. Or the drug users.

But with our fucking society.

It’s important to remember that people who use drugs deserve to be loved, safe, healthy and housed. Even if they want to continue using drugs.

[loml]

the singer sia is an ableist

((i know scrolling through and reblogging long posts can be annoying sometimes, but if you have the time please read through and reblog because i’m sick and people need to know about this))

this movie is called music and it’s about a supposedly about a nonverbal, austistic girl named music. the problem? music is played by maddie ziegler

maddie is neurotypical (individuals of typical developmental, intellectual, and cognitive abilities,) ie: she is NOT on the spectrum and NOT disabled. so there’s the first issue. but then we get into sia’s response to the whole thing which ends up being worse somehow

people are obviously and rightfully upset with maddie’s casting.

so what was sia’s response to the criticism?

“oh well, we tried”

now i work as a paraprofessional in an elementary school and many of our students are on the spectrum, nonverbal, disabled, or some combination of all three and/or more. sometimes working with students with disabilities can be challenging but the biggest lesson i have learned in the last 3 years is that there are always ways to be ACCOMMODATING because it often is a LOT more difficult for the student who is neurodiverse than the adult who is neurotypical. i have seen tremendous growth when working with students with educational and social disabilities when they are given the appropriate accommodations, patience, and understanding.

the actress sia and this team worked with probably did find the whole situation daunting and stressful, because like the fucking movie says in the trailer, her brain is DIFFERENT FROM OURS. if this movie was really about spreading awareness about disabilities, they would have accommodated to the actress so that she could work stress free and feel safe and if they couldn’t figure out how to do that, they shouldn’t have made the fucking movie at all

sia also manages to criticize sex workers and people struggling from addictions at the same time during her “defense”

let’s see what else?

oh the movie is not accessible

there are no also no fucking captions for a movie supposedly about disabilities

oh and autism speaks is involved too which sia justifies “not knowing how garbage they are” on a MOVIE ABOUT A GIRL WHO IS ON THE SPECTRUM HOW FUCKING STUPID DO YOU HAVE TO BE

this one actress states that she and many other austistic actors said they would be a part of the movie short notice

to which sia had to say this

i’m not trying to be a proponent of cancel culture but this is fucking DISGUSTING. sia is trying to justify her actions with ableist bullshit. she’s upset that people are judging her movie “before they’ve seen it” when it’s CLEARLY NOT WORTH SEEING because like many people have pointed out, this movie is NOT an accurate portrayal of disabilities, not accessible, the people involved clearly didn’t put the effort and time into making something that actually brought any kind of awareness, and all of this boils down to sia and her team being a bunch of ableist who weren’t willing to put in the effort or time.

imagine having such a large platform as these celebrities have and creating an ableist, garbage piece of media that only polarizes and discriminates even further and then acting like you’re the victim in the situation. i’m DISGUSTED, APPALLED, ANGERED, and OUTRAGED and you should too.

people on the spectrum matter, nonverbal people matter, people with disabilities matter, neurodiverse people matter.

while we do our social justice thing to shut down racism, sexism, homophobia, etc, let’s remember to shut down ableism as well because it fucking matters too

[dumbfuck-mojave]

Coming Out to Steve and Eddie as Bisexual (Separate Scenarios)

Franchise: Stranger Things 

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader (Can be read as platonic or romantic!! Whatever suits you most <3)

Also Featured: Mentions of Wayne, Robin, unnamed Family Video Customer

Warnings: Food, a really brief mention of the pencil scene from Evil Dead (injury, blood). Eddie and Steve both use petnames but it can still be platonic. 

A/N: Well I didn’t plan on the over a month writing hiatus but I’m back, writing for more Midwestern characters. I wanted to have an undeniable Midwestern thing in this one and that evolved into Eddie being a diehard Puppy Chow fan, and me wanting to write a full fic where he and his partner make it for Hellfire lol. So if you like Stranger Things and my writing style, give me a follow and look forward to that. I also made Eddie specifically unlabeled queer, I was originally gonna make it ambiguous but this is my fic so >:(. And I think it’s funny if he’s a little bitch when it comes to horror movies so I also threw that in lol. I hope you enjoy!! I might do this for Jonathan in the future as well. 

This was inspired by @kaylawritesfics headcanons on coming out to the older ST characters! Make sure to give that post a like/reblog and give her a follow, she was one of the first ST writers I read on my private account and her work is amazing!!

Word Count: 

Steve- 1,368

Eddie- 1,177

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-Steve Harrington-

It was almost closing time when a young woman slipped through the door of Family Video, carrying a stack of tapes the length of her torso. You had your back partially turned to the register and the door, sorting through the new inventory, so Steve had hopped up from the rolling chair he was sitting in to assist her. It had been relatively quiet for the past few hours, and that didn’t change much; The woman had a quiet voice, the sound barely overshadowing the methodic tapping of computer keys as Steve typed and the pirouetting seat of the chair, still recovering from his sudden upheaval. You figured, despite the amount of tapes she had brought in, it would be a relatively quick final task of the day. You were wrong. 

“I’m honestly appalled.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Steve.” 

“No, Y/N, because look at this!” He gestures aggressively to the partially broken down stack in front of him, then picks one up with flamboyance, “There’s like 20 tapes here! Are we even allowed to rent out that many to one person!?”

“Actually, I don’t think so-”

“AND SHE DIDN’T REWIND ANY OF THEM! Like Jeez, if you’re gonna be a lousy customer at least be only half lousy! Thank God I didn’t just shove them out like I wanted because if I didn’t discover this I would be in so much shit-”

“Aw, you poor baby. Actually having to do your job.” You fake pouted at him.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m doing something productive.” He shot back, even though it didn’t have much fire behind it. It’s rare that he’s genuinely mad at you (Or anyone else, for that matter). 

You looked down at your swinging feet coming in to view over your knees every few seconds or so, having hopped onto the counter after finishing sorting the new tapes into “easy to put out genre piles” for tomorrow. There’s been a bit of delay with your stock recently, and you had gotten triple the amount you usually did in one delivery today so you thought the normal system could change a little bit because of it. Sort it all out today, put it all out when you come in for the opening shift tomorrow. Simple.

“I’ve been productive all day, Steve! I didn’t see your ass wanting to sort through all this bullshit.”

Steve clicks his tongue, “Language.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You both started chuckling at that. You glance over at his stack of tapes, still messy but forming some sense of order as he places the rewound ones back in their own pile. He sighs as he pulls another one out of its cover, changing it out for the one that has just finished rewinding with a pop. 

Your caution blanks on you for a moment, just one moment. But it allows your words to overtake you. 

“Hey, can I tell you something?” 

Oh shit.

As Steve looks at you curiously, you feel like you’re going to pass out, or throw up, or both. You debated on getting off the counter, but decided to stay put so as to not make a fool of yourself floundering to find a new seat. 

It’s not like you didn’t want to tell Steve, you loved him and you knew he would be accepting, but even knowing that information didn’t help the anxiety that blanketed the struggle of trying to build yourself up to this point over the last few months. This wasn’t the way you wanted to do it, you wanted it to happen when you were completely comfortable and secure, maybe during a late night talk or near the end of a long phone call. The still moment in the car as you finally arrive home after a long trip. Anything but this, right now. 

“Yeah, of course? Are you okay?”

“It’s something important.” Once again, not what you wanted to say.

“Alright, but are you okay? You’re looking a little sick there, peaches.” 

You feel a little more life rush back into you as you scoff.

“Again with the ‘peaches’?”

“What, I thought you liked it!”

“When you said it the first time I laughed, that’s not confirmation I like it.”

Steve saunters towards you, “Welllll, you’re laughing now and you don’t look 2 seconds away from dying anymore, so I consider it a win.” 

A small chuckle bubbles up in your throat, “Scoffing is not laughing, Harrington. Now this, what I’m doing right now? Is laughing.” 

“A win!”

“A win because of how stupid you are!”

“Still a win!” Steve had made it over to you by now, leaning back against the counter as he looks up at you. He nudges your knee with his elbow, “So, what do you want to talk about?” 

Nervousness invades you again, and Steve notices as your lips slightly turn down. 

“Hey, it’s okay! I promise, don’t back out on me now. I’m sure you’ll feel better after saying it.” 

He says it with a smile, and you can’t help but silently agree with him. Your gaze diverts to the door and Steve follows it, turning his head.

“Do you want me to lock the door? That way no one will come in, it’ll be just us.”

You nod. Steve moves quickly throughout the store, first locking the door then flipping off some switches so all the outside lights were off and only a few remained on inside. Legs flew in your peripheral as he launched over the counter, nearly falling as he situated himself up beside you. 

“If you would have fallen and broken your face, I would’ve laughed as I drove you to the hospital.” 

“Shhhh,” Steve hushes as he puts his arm around your shoulders, “We’re focusing on you now.”

“Yeah… focusing on me.”

Steve’s brows furrow, “I know what I said a few minutes ago but you really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

You took a deep breath in, “No, I want to.” 

You pause again, leaning your head on Steve's shoulder as his thumb starts to rub gentle circles into your cloth covered one. 

Finally, you speak.

“I’m bisexual.” You close your eyes and a beat passes. But you have to hand it to Steve, there’s barely any time for you to start doubting before he replies. 

“That…. That means you’re into both boys and girls, right? Just want to make sure before I say anything stupidly incorrect.”

You smile, nuzzling more into his shoulder as his grip around you tightens, “That and the in-between, but yes.” 

“Alright, cool.” You can feel his jaw move against the side of your head as he lays his own on top of yours, “Thank you for trusting me. I’m sorry I don’t have much else to say.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” You nudge your head away from his, looking at his face, “I feel a lot better now.”

He softly smiles at you, “I’m glad. You know I wouldn’t care no matter what, right?”

Shrugging, you respond, “Yeah, but it’s still scary.” 

“Yeah, yeah, for sure. Your ‘secret’ is safe with me.” He sloppily salutes and you cackle, hoping off the counter.

“Alright sailor boy, how about we head out of this joint. The seas await us.” 

“That’s former sailor boy to you. And a fellow employee pressuring me into leaving before I’ve finished all my work? I might just report you for that.” 

“Whatever, I can just get Robin to do the rest tomorrow!” You yell over your shoulder, heading into the back to pick up your and Steve’s stuff as he shuts off the rest of the lights. There’s still dim natural light out, so you see his featureless form waiting for you by the door. He swings it open when you get close enough. 

“I’m really happy I told you, I’ve been freaking out about it for so long.” You look over at him as you both walk towards his car.

“I’m glad you told me too, now I can judge your taste in both guys and girls,” He unlocks the car and finger guns at you over the hood, “And everything in between.” 

-Eddie Munson-

“Home sweet home!” Eddie yelled out as he kicked his leg up to hold the door open, hands full as he gestures you inside with his head.

“Your home, not my home.” You reply as you set your own bags down on the small collapsible table in the kitchen area. You weren’t even sure who had pulled it out, or why, Wayne usually eats a small supper at work while Eddie takes whatever he can scrounge up into his room. Even when there were people over, like you or some neighbor Wayne was friendly with, the meal was eaten while watching TV in the living area, surrounded by hats and mugs basked in the dim overhead light. It was nice. Homey, you thought. 

“It could be our home. What do you say, roommates?” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed, pulling the last of the things out of your bags and reaching over to unpack Eddie’s. 

“I’m sure your uncle would absolutely adore having another person cramped up in here.” 

“Hey, it’s not cramped!”

“With three people and three people’s amount of stuff, it definitely will be.” 

When Eddie doesn't respond immediately, you glance up and are met with a confused expression on his face while he looks down at his hands, flexing them slightly. 

“Hey, bud, you doing okay?” 

“I’m trying to remember if I forgot anything.” He mumbles quietly, his fingers starting to move as he counted to himself. 

“We picked up the movie yesterday, we walked in just as Steve dropped a tape in front of that group of girls.”

He smacked his hand down on the table, rings clacking together as he pointed the other one at you, “That’s it! I swear, I remembered we did that all day, but it just… flew off right then.”

“It’s okay, I was kind of expecting it.”

Eddie clutches his chest, eyes widening as he gasps dramatically, “Sweetheart, light of my life, how could you say such things!”

You smirk but roll your eyes, taking a slight step back as he tries to throw his arms around you, just to up the dramatics a bit. 

“Light of my life? Seems a bit too Grecian for you, Eds.” 

“Oh, I have more where that came from. I can be one sappy motherfucker if I do so desire to be.” He shoulder shimmies, a teasing look in his brown eyes. 

“Alright, Euripides, let’s get to what we’re actually supposed to be doing tonight.” 

“What?” 

“He was a tragedian in ancient Greece, his play is where the ‘light of my life’ thing first popped up. He wrote depressing shit, I had to do a report on it, let’s move on.” 

Eddie’s body, which had been surprisingly still during your explanation, jumped back into motion at your suggestion. 

“Let’s! So, we got Bottle Caps, M&M’s, Nerds, like six different types of chips, that Puppy Chow we made yesterday after we apparently rented out the movie, let’s see what else....” 

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The pencil impales the back of Linda’s ankle, gooey red blood pouring out, as Eddie hides his face into the pillow he’s been clutching and groans.

“Wow, that’s gnarly.” You chuckle as you pause the movie, turning to him. His head shoots up to look at you, a look of disbelief in his wide eyes.

“Are you kidding me? That was awful. That was torture, who would ever want to watch this shit?”

“Uh, you, Eddie. You’re the one who suggested Evil Dead.” You deadpan back.

“Well, I forgot about this scene.”

“If you would just admit you’re a pussy-”

“I AM NOT-”

“Then stop complaining and watch the damn movie, Munson!” 

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick fuck you are if you want to watch some lady get stabbed in the foot but I’m really starting to reconsider the people I choose to spend time with right now! I may write some mean shit for my campaigns, but at least I don’t have to visually witness it happening.” 

You sigh, flopping further into the couch, “We can stop if you’d like.” 

Eddie bites his nails in thought, “No, I just want to take a break. I need more Puppy Chow, and can you please not keep it paused at this particular moment.”

“Yes sir, anything you say sir.”

“I hate you.” Eddie mumbles halfheartedly, standing up from the couch as you rewind the movie back and stop on an innocent shot of cards. 

He returns after a brief moment, carrying the rest of the Puppy Chow in his hands. He shakes the bowl out to you in offering, but you decline. 

“I’m good. Have at it, Puppy Chow Fiend.” 

It’s almost silent for the next few minutes, the only sound being Eddie’s chewing and spring insects outside. But it isn’t awkward, more relaxing than anything. You feel like you could drift off as you close your eyes, surrounded by the warmth of blankets and Eddie next to you. You feel… safe.

“Hey, Eds, can I tell you something?” You peek one eye open, watching him quickly swallow and nod. 

“Of course, anything.”

Sighing, you scoot closer to him, turning so you can be face to face. Putting the bowl on the floor, he mirrors you and holds out his hands. You grasp them in your own, feeling the foreign texture of metal clashing with his rough skin. 

“I wanted to tell you I’m bisexual.” You give him a small smile, and he grins back at you, his eyes lighting up as he processes your words.

“That’s so sick, dude! Obviously, I won’t tell anyone else but I’m happy you found yourself and felt comfortable enough telling me. You already know I don’t care about gender or attraction, whether it’s me or anyone else, so it’ll be nice to have someone else around to talk about that stuff on a personal level with, even if I don’t really use labels.”

“Yeah, yeah I totally get that. It just feels like I can breathe now, you know?” 

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie holds out his arms for you, “Wanna hug?”

“Yes, please.” You hold him tightly, his fluffy hair tickling your face. Your hand reaches up to stroke it, “You know, I should braid this again.”

“After last time? No way.”

“It’s not my fault you tore out the ponytail like a little heathen. If you did it nicely, it wouldn’t have pulled so badly.” 

“Yeah, Yeah, whatever.” Eddie pulls away and looks over at the TV, grimacing. 

“Maybe we should have taken Steve’s suggestion instead.” You giggle, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at you.

“You want to watch Grease?”

You throw your hands up, “It’s fun!”

Eddie scoffs, “All the characters suck! And it totally breaks the realism at the end.”

“Eddie Munson, are you really trying to call out a movie where people break into song constantly on breaking realism?” 

He picks the almost empty bowl of Puppy Chow back up.

“I’m just saying, it would be a little more believable if they just drove away.” 

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Fixer Upper: Grow A Pair - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader

Summary: Tanya demands to know why Curtis hasn’t asked you out yet

Word Count: 611

Warnings: Bit of Angst, Insecure Curtis, Bit of Fluff

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Curtis was sat at his desk looking over all the different jobs that were booked for the next couple weeks. He sighed rubbing his chin, glancing down when he heard his phone vibrate on the desk. A small grin appeared on his face when he sees your name.

He grabbed his phone leaning back in his chair as he unlocked the phone. Chuckling to himself when he saw you had sent him clips from your favourite movie ‘Playing it Cool’. You had the day off so were watching again. The clips were definitely very funny, but his favourite part was hearing you giggling along.

He fired back a quick reply before putting his phone down. As he glances back up, he spots Tanya watching him through the window, an eyebrow raised at him in a knowing look. He huffs in annoyance as she pushes her way into the office.

“What is your problem” she states hands on her hips as she looked over at him.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, don’t you have a bike to fix up?” Curtis huffs looking at his computer screen, avoiding her gaze.

“Stop bullshitting me Everett, I know exactly who you were texting from that goofy smile on your face” Tanya states pointing down at his phone.

“I didn’t have a goofy smile” Curtis grumbles, frowning as he finally glanced up.

“Yes, you did, there’s no point in denying it, in all the years I’ve known you I’ve never seen you so happy, so why the hell haven’t you asked her out yet” Tanya states her voice softening slightly.

“Because even if I wanted to, there’s no way she’d say yes” Curtis states harshly, shaking his head as he looked down, fingers running over his beard.

“Why on earth do you think that?” Tanya asks shaking her head in disbelief.

“Because it’s obvious! Look at her, she’s literally like sunshine and rainbows, and I’m this” he says gesturing down at his dark and grey appearance “we’re polar opposites, she wouldn’t want this” he sighs.

“Ever heard of opposites attract?” Tanya says earning a scoff from Curtis.

Just at that exact moment his phone buzzed again on the desk. Your name flashing across the screen once more. Curtis holding back a smile.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” Tanya smirks nodding down to his phone.

Curtis doesn’t respond, giving Tanya the answer she needed.

“Look Curtis, you clearly don’t see it but she is head over heels for you, ever since you fixed up her Dougie and she brought you those cookies, if she wasn’t interested she wouldn’t have come with us to the axe throwing or the open mic night, but she won’t wait forever so you need to grow a pair and ask her out” Tanya sighs as Curtis glances up at her.

“Where’s the Curtis that stood up against Wilford and put him in his place? Hm?” Tanya says moving round the desk to perch on the edge.

“That was different” Curtis sighs shaking his head.

“Yeah it was far worse because you didn’t know what the outcome would be, but this time you do because she’ll definitely say yes” Tanya tells him.

Curtis sighs as he thinks it over. He couldn’t deny what Tanya was saying.

“I’ll think about it” Curtis concedes with a sigh dropping his hand from his chin.

A lopsided grin appears on Tanya’s face as she stands up “good, I can’t wait for my invite to the wedding” she smirks making her way out of the office.

Curtis lets out a small huff of a laugh “don’t get ahead of yourself” he warns as the door shuts behind her.

A/N: I couldn’t get straight to them finally getting together without giving curtis’ reasons why he was holding back first!! It will be happening soon though... its just a matter of who asks who....

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Whats actually happened between you and taemaknae? I read about it on the tea blog and still confused

This is an insanely long story so I'm going to put it below the cut so for anyone interested in this absolute shit show, continue on.

Essentially, I posted these headers about a month ago:

It was a set of like 8 colours and it was the first time I had ever posted any headers or anything. The issue nic had with these, was the ripped paper bottom. Because apparently you can trademark that. I had asked a (now ex) “friend” of mine if she knew where I could find the ripped paper effect because I had seen the effect on the header of her network blog and I had been trying to find a similar thing for months and google images never gave me anything good. She ended up referring me to google images anyways and after like an hour of dedicated searching, I found this ripped paper effect and used it. This ex “friend” went on to tell another friend of mine that I had "asked where nicole gets her resources for her headers" and then screenshotted my dm as "proof", which still confuses me because I never mentioned nicole there lmao. I've seen the screenshot.

Tell me where I said nicole. It was literally just a question born from seeing the header they had on their network lmao. I feel it’s important to mention I didn’t know this person ran said network at that time, which is why i said “these people”.

This other friend then came to me and just said my headers "may be seen as similar to nic's” and said she noticed it on her own and never mentioned my other “friend” approaching her. I was confused because other than that ripped paper effect that I know many people on tumblr use, I saw no similarities. Nic's headers are usually more complex and more than just a coloured background with a little effect in it. I just wanted to make some simple headers for fun because I was bored. But, regardless, I messaged nic about it to make sure she didn't feel the same way. I told her a friend of mine was worried nic might think my headers are similar to her's and I assured her that if she found them similar I would take them down, no questions asked. Nic told me she was surprised this friend brought it up and told me that it was entirely up to me if I found the headers similar. She never once told me she felt they were the same, never mentioned anything about them, she insisted it was up to me to do as I pleased. So, since I genuinely found no similarities, I left them up.

About a week went by and things between nic and I were fine, or so I thought, based off the fact that she was interacting with my posts, sending me cute asks and replying to a lot of my comments and stuff being kind and whatnot. Then, I decided to post a small list of my creations and the series I had running at the time. 

After that, all of a sudden I got an influx of rude hate anons:

To anyone I mentioned the anons to, they agreed with me, you cannot trademark circular icons. This anon also accused me saying “just the fact that you had an anxiety attack about it proves you copied them” Like no sweetie, it’s called three strangers walked into my house and I got anxious.

Despite me not seeing the issue, I messaged nic, assuming she wouldn't care about the icons (it wasn't like I was taking her exact work and copying and pasting them as my own) and that made her very upset. When she responded to me, she was incredibly heated and gave off the vibe she was waiting for me to message her about it. 

She said things like "this has actually been bothering me for a while", "i expected you to be able to read between the lines and delete the headers", "i don't know who that anon was but clearly they recognize my style". For starters, she never told me that she was annoyed with me, she was being very kind to me publicly. And I have no idea how I was meant to “read between the lines” of what she said especially considering how kind she was to me the following days. I also never accused her of knowing this anon, she just insisted it wasn't her and she didn't know them right off the bat. She also insinuated that I copied my gifs from others as well, which ticked me off because I made my 100+ layer psd myself thank you very much. But I kept my cool, and I told her I had no idea she felt the way she did, and I told her I would delete the headers (which i did as the conversation was going on), and that I would stop posting my icons and bringing attention to them because no one ever paid it any mind before that point. And I asked her “please tell me straight up the next time you have an issue with me because I am generally pretty dumb with social cues”, I have my adhd to thank for that. And instead of replying, she just blocked me. And conveniently, the hate anons stopped dead right after we blocked each other and I haven't received any since.

Also, these are the kinds of icons I posted:

Looks pretty generic and idk, universal, right?

Then, as I've recently found out today, she was in an "anti-loverjimin" groupchat with at least 2 other bloggers. 

Which explains why this all went and fell into place. I know who the two other bloggers are because of what happened two days later but I won't name them just yet, but these two people had been "friends" with me for several months. So, a day or two after nic blocked me, all of a sudden some good friends of mine were blocking me and not talking to me when I asked what was going on. I found out soon after it was because nicole and those two now ex “friends” of mine had taken old dms I sent them and were showing them to people. And I will go into detail about them but I won't name the people they are about for privacy reasons.

Before I move on, to clarify some lies nic has been spreading about me, I never once shit talked nicole to my friends. One of these ex friends also said I was trying to get people on my side. I would have reacted to this all very very differently if that were the case. I would be dragging everyone through the fucking dirt but I don't get off on drama or micromanaging what my mutuals do. My issues are with these people, if you're still friends with them that's your decision i could not care less. So, back to it, the only thing I said about nic was that she and I had a stupid small fight over icons and that she was spreading lies about me, based off of what nic said to jordan.

That exact message, or slight variations of it, was sent to anyone I interacted with because I didn't know if nic was going to stop at jordan or try and get to everyone I fucking knew lmao. Some of the people I messaged this to told ME nic had done this kind of thing before, that she has sent hate anons, launched hate campaigns, cancelled people, etc. Over stupid shit like icons lmao.

Here are some responses I received after I mentioned nicole:

And nic or one of her friends also took it upon themselves to send anons to that tea blog to blow shit up and named everyone and made it an even bigger mess when they saw no one was actively trying to fight me after the dms got out. 

I also love that in this following ask, they named my two “friends” that were behind the whole dm drama and backstabbed me, as well as two other people I never badmouthed, that story was twisted. But we’ll get into those details shortly.

And she also told people I clout chased big blogs and only cared about notes. At one point, yes, I did care a lot about my statistics. However, never once did I think clout chasing was worth my fucking time or energy, Nic is the biggest clout chaser on this damn site and there are receipts of that, ask jordan lmao. And I couldn’t give two shits about my statistics anymore lmao, much less anxiety that way. Do I still crave validation sometimes? Sure. But it's not a driving force of my tumblr experience like it used to be.

But, moving on to the dms, the first one was sent when I first came back to tumblr full-time and didn't understand why people self reblogged things, I found the pretence of self reblogging annoying and greedy and I complained about it and it was a comment fuelled by two bloggers that i would see sr a lot on my dash. But I never thought THEY were annoying, as these people are saying I did, it was self reblogging I found annoying and as you can see I have come to understand why people sr and I do it myself too. I didn't even know these two bloggers at this time either. That dm was cropped to hide the fact that this "friend" agreed with me and hid the date as well so it seemed recent, and was sent to one of the bloggers I mentioned as an example, someone I had since become good friends with. 

I didn’t befriend one of the people I mentioned there until mid to late June. That friendship is now over thanks to this drama and all the lies. The second friend of mine they went after was never spoken about in dms, they went and turned her against me through lies and manipulation so that friendship has ended too. And while those two were doing that, nic went off to try and turn jordan against me.

There was a particular user on here that I did say some nasty things about but we weren't friends, as many people have been made to believe. I was particularly mad at this person in those dms and was hurtful, I admit, and I have since apologized and owned up to all of it to these people. I did call them fake and/or two-faced. 

And what in the gassing me up bullshit was their response though lmao. I also sent this following dm before I even talked about the issue with this person. They urged me to continue and to name drop the person, and I stupidly thought they were trustworthy.

My reasoning for what I said wasn't unwarranted though, I don't make a habit of going around shit-talking people, unless they do something to me first. I vent when I am upset and this person had sent me a passive aggressive ask and then denied sending it when I asked and I thought that was just very fake, especially since she was so kind to me in dms before the ask came in. But all of these dms were cropped too to hide timestamps and responses, and in most cases, like those screenshots prove, these "friends" either gassed me up or egged me on to continue ranting or to name the people i was mad at and they had agreed with me on several, several occasions. Turns out they were trying to get dirt on me to use in their cancel campaign. But the point is, nic has made me out to be this horrible person that befriends "big blogs" (an overrated statement) and then shit talks them behind their back without remorse. Yet it was one person I said rude things about and I, again, owned up to it all and apologized to them the first day. I would've done it sooner had I a) remembered feeling the way I did all those months ago or remembered the dms themselves or b) felt that way still after meeting them. But neither is the case.

I find it really amusing though that these people wanted things to be kept quiet and didn’t want anyone they spoke to to talk to me about it because I was going to “out them on my blog” and “make a big scene”, then they three went and made it a big fucking scene and ruined my friendships. I’m familiar with this pattern of manipulation as it has happened to me in real life before and it’s the most childish bullshit to witness.

Before this callout day for nic, I had never once been directly rude to or about her, same goes for those ex “friends” that betrayed my trust and friendship. The fact that they plotted against me in a group chat while still actively talking to me and being all buddy buddy is just disgusting. Both of them were talking to me that day at the same time they were sharing the dms and shit-talking me to my friends. But yeah, that's my side, the untwisted side, of the whole story. I tried to be mature and talk to nic and when I didn't do what she wanted me to do, she blocked me and launched the hate campaign with dms and the power of photoshop. I’ve been hesitant to make any of this public because it was meant to be a silent ordeal but I’ve grown tired of her constantly publicizing everything without consequence while I remain silent like I promised.

[zuppizup]

So, I can’t believe I actually need to do this and this crap is still going on.

As some of you guys might remember, a number of users publicly spoke about how they had been repeatedly harassed by a user by the AO3 pen name Hordika.

At the time, I elected to keep quiet about my personal run-ins with this person. I’d had some but they paled in comparison to what others had experienced and I generally prefer to avoid drama on this blog. I posted some memes and supported my friends, but that was as much as I wanted to involve myself.

However, it seems someone is not content to just let people live their lives.

Recently, an account started reblogging my posts. I didn’t notice anything strange about that until someone showed me a screeching rage post sent to another blog. I recognised the user name and went to that blog and was surprised to see that almost all they had done was reblog my stuff. That got my attention. (They have 12 posts on their account, 10 of which are reblogging my stuff).

Their own blog posts were ridiculous strawman arguments that I’d seen before from the sock/alt accounts of the harasser. Opinions they’d accused me of having because I dared disagree with them.

Someone sending vicious anons to anyone sounded like an ass I don’t want reblogging my stuff, so I blocked the account.

I don’t know if the fandom harasser was trying (badly) to pretend to be me or was trying to poison my stuff by association, but they seemed to change tactics after I blocked them.

Today, they reblogged a post and outright said they were @uneryx.

This is categorically untrue.

I spoke privately to @uneryx about this weird account days before any of this went down and it is so clearly not her. For anyone to believe otherwise is legitimately shocking to me. DB is way smarter than that. Additionally, it would be totally illogical for anyone to create a sock and then... admit they are the sock? To what end? It makes no sense.

I have one account one Tumblr. This is it. I don’t send pathetic passive aggressive or outright aggressive anons to people I disagree with. I generally just don’t interact with takes I disagree with. I’m not here for discourse. I’m here to have fun and chill out.

I do have alternate accounts on Reddit. One is so I can chat on the fanfic sub without people going to my fics (for whatever reason).

The other was specifically to avoid Hordika coming into my anons and harassing me. Which is exactly what he did minutes after I deliberately used my main to interact with one of the 20+ Reddit sock/alts.

Interacting on my main was a test Hordika immediately failed. No sooner had I responded to them on my main Reddit account than I got these bullshit asks.

And as I’m sure you know, Hordika, I was not banned from reddit. YOU were. (Not that this stopped you making more socks/alts, Sufficient_Slice9853 and FantasticAstronaut73). In fact, the Dragon Prince sub brought in a rule to auto delete comments from new accounts because they were tired of your shit. So, like, cool, I guess? Well done.

This person is making fandom very unfun. As others have said before, I recommend blocking them. They constantly make socks/alts to continue harassing people, so it’s an on-going process unfortunately. I would recommend at the very least deleting obvious bad faith asks. And even potentially bad faith asks. It’s not worth giving them a platform, in my opinion. If their own takes can’t stand alone, that’s telling enough.

And Hordika, please, dude, please. Get a productive hobby. Stop trying to start drama between people. It is beyond pathetic at this point.

[olivinesea]

Hey! Do you take requests? If not, feel free to ignore this, but if you do, my I suggest (Inspired by the post you reblogged and only if you want to!!!), writing something using that “are you hurt?!” thing on Hotch (or whoever you want!)? It’s one of my favorites as well 😭 but again, only if you want to!

Your writing is really amazing, and I hope you have a great day!

Good god, I cannot tell you how sorry I am this took me so long. It was so exciting to get a request, unfortunately I just am the slowest of all time. I hope you're still around and I hope you believe me when I tell you how much I appreciate you sending this, despite my extreme tardiness. Finally, I hope it hits the spot and always (any of you!) feel free to send me your thoughts or ideas.

Noise That Laughs

Emily has to save Hotch, yet again. ~3k

The tension had wound to the point where she felt it like an ache in her teeth. All day, it’d been hot and still and the light fell flat, like the end of summer on another planet. This case had been going for too long, people’s exterior calm beginning to crack as they reviewed the same information over and over.

Emily, standing by the window in an effort to feel some sort of air circulation, muttered darkly, “There’s nothing moving out there.”

She’d disliked this place since they arrived, a very distinct feeling of distrust emanated from everything including the signposts. They weren’t wanted there, seemingly brought in only to be kept an eye on, like a mouse being tracked by a snake. Emily hated it. If it had been up to her, she’d have had them turned around before they even unpacked. However Aaron Hotchner and his sense of duty had them trapped there, running themselves up against dead ends that were just plausible enough to be excusable but frequent enough to make Emily suspicious.

Thunder rolled in the distance, following the lightning that struck outside their view but caused the yellow sky to flicker.

The local sheriff on the case hummed, more to himself than in active dialogue, “Earthquake weather.”

Emily looked back at him, more sharply than she should, “What?”

He shifted his eyes back to her from where he’d been following her gaze out the window, then repeated himself as if that were a reasonable response.

She scoffed, tired of this backwoods bullshit. Confident in her disbelief she countered, “That’s not real,” only to catch Reid nodding absently in agreement. “You can’t be serious.”

Reid shrugged his shoulders, spreading his hands wide apologetically, “It’s a thing.”

“It is not,” petulant, Emily turned to Hotch for backup, expecting to be met with a similar sense of astonished outrage at Reid’s unforeseen turn toward superstition.

Hotch, however was not looking at her, back bowed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, wishing the nerves there would relax and allow some of his headache to dissipate. He didn’t anticipate that happening any time soon though, not with the way things had been going. This case had taken on an eerie sense of unreality, each day seeming to be a repeat of the one before. He stared hard at the photographs, the map, the carefully written index cards, trying to make sense of the pieces that skipped just out of reach. He was uncertain how many afternoons he’d taken up this same stance, willed understanding to light up, to run the circuitry of his thoughts and get them somewhere in this case, somewhere out of this town.

Emily made a sound of disgust, shaking her head as she left the room, letting her feet land a little more heavily than necessary, unable to control this childish reaction and feeling sickened   by it. What was happening here, why had they all fallen off kilter with one another? She felt like she could scream if only to cut through the tension with her frustration. She worried this town made her feel just wild enough that she might do it. She should have gone with Rossi and Morgan back to the crime scene, to help try to find something they had missed that would move them forward. She’d opted to stay back, unable to deal with the way the residents’ looks, their barely veiled judgement, made her skin crawl. She felt like an insect trapped to fly paper, beating her wings as hard as she could, held close by the sticky surface while someone watched, counting down the seconds to her inevitable death. She needed to leave the building, to get outside, to feel some sort of change in the static hold they were stuck in. She needed proof that time had not crystalized to an unmoving point.

She stepped out the swinging front door, the corner of it scraping along a well worn arc in the concrete, the old building having settled its frame slightly askew. As she looked around, she sent dark thoughts out at everyone in the town and also at Hotch, for having them stay there. She wondered what it would take to convince him they’d done what they could, that it was time for them to leave this place that so clearly didn’t appreciate their help. She’d come up with a fair sized list when the world jumped. The movement wasn’t huge but enough to make her stumble as the ground stuttered beneath her feet. Instinct forced her muscles to flex, keeping her upright as the ground bucked and settled, her stomach rolling with each wave.

It was over almost before her mind captured the word for what was happening. There was a moment of silence, a final echo of stillness as the world around her inhaled deeply, then fractured apart. Every sound startled up at once, like a flock of birds threshed from the grass. Sirens and dogs and awful metallic crunching sounds layered together, but all of them were dwarfed by the loud crash of glass behind her. She spun around, finding the sky somehow brighter behind the police station. She stared, confused, as the space flashed a warning sign, something about the brightness new and wrong.

In the pulse of her ringing ears she could make out the fire alarm and the swell of voices as the front door was forced open and people began to stream from the building. She blinked away the inverse shadow, the rectangle of light that had been holding her in place. At last her sight and her memory connected to transfer the information in a way she could grasp. Half of the tree that had been towering behind the station, its twisted branches heavy with age had fallen down, cracking into a new angle like a broken wrist. The crash had been the shattering of the long back window that ran the length of the conference room, the room she had left her team in.

She moved so quickly she nearly fell, tripping over her feet as she rushed toward the doors, pushing through, ignoring shouts at her to turn around, to stay outside. When a hand landed on her shoulder to try to redirect her, she swung her elbow up sharply, catching something soft and gasping. She didn’t have time to argue with anyone, to explain that nothing would keep her from going inside to find her friends. With a few more reckless stomps, her path cleared and she ran across the building to the back conference room.

The alarm was loud enough to make her eyes water, the air cloudy with bits of plaster where unreinforced walls had cracked and crumbled. Half the lights had fallen, their long fluorescent tubes dangling uselessly. She caught Reid stumbling forward, coughing and holding the side of his face. There was blood between his fingers and she reached up to pull his hand away, to check the damage. He recoiled, shaking his head, “No…”

She frowned, “Let me see Spencer.”

He kept shaking his head, gesturing behind him with his other hand. “No…Hotch, he’s—you have to go…”

Emily’s eyes grew wide, just enough of Reid’s message comprehensible to make her heart sink to the pit of her stomach, waves of dread pulling it down. She pushed him towards the front door, using the momentum to propel herself the rest of the way to the conference room. For some reason, though she knew it wasn’t correct, she felt like she was dragging herself uphill, her fear making her lungs uncooperative. She blinked as she looked into the room, now unrecognizable as the place she had left only minutes ago. The far window had grown roots, sharp branches bursting through the glass with enough force to crack the table in the center of the room. Their evidence boards had rolled and tipped over, folding like a house of cards. She didn’t see anyone in there but she’d swear she could hear the broken glass humming, the lingering vibrations of the earth causing the pieces to shiver against one another.

The alarm continued to pulse with the beat of her heart, her blood moving in fits and starts as she tried to comprehend things faster, to make sense of the fallen shapes and torn colors. She tried to call Hotch’s name but her throat caught around the sounds, clicking uselessly. She held her breath, trying to count, trying to see. She needed to understand what she was seeing if she had any hope of helping.

There—a dark spot. Something inky and out of place among the dusty plaster and sparkling glass shards. It was a few yards away on the floor, half sticking out from below a mess of heavy boards and splintered wood that once lined the back wall. The dark spot shifted, followed by a low moan, then stilled. A shoe.

She lunged forward, dropping to her knees and lifting the top panel, hearing glass clatter as it slid down the far side. She pushed it up enough to balance it on an overturned chair, relieving the pressure that had pinned him to the ground. Beneath it she found more of him, still only able to make out torso and legs, twisted painfully through the middle, his top half curled into himself while his hips and legs were splayed at an awkward angle.

“Aaron!” This time her voice worked, though it was frighteningly high pitched, cracking on the vowels. Another painful moan made her push forward, shoving pieces of broken furniture away, clearing the space around his head of broken glass, careless of the tiny pricks where the sharp edges caught her palms. She slowed only when she grabbed his shoulder too hard and felt him flinch away. She let go like she’d been burned, pulling her hand to her chest as she crouched beside him, clenching her fists.

“Aaron?” she whispered, hoping to soothe whatever pain she’d inadvertently caused. When he didn’t respond, she bit her lip, glancing up at the room around them. She didn’t like the way everything seemed to be hanging by a thread, ready to crash down and bury them both. Emily reached out again, trying to be more gentle but hands insistent, trying to assess for injury as quickly as possible, needing to know if she could move him on her own or if she needed to try to find someone to help get them out of here.

“Are you hurt?” she asked desperately, knowing it was a foolish question but hoping to get something, anything out of him. Her hands felt along his back, his ribs, trying to get a better picture of their predicament. She trailed her fingers down to his wrist, gripping it, feeling for his pulse. It was thready, jumping out of time, weak one moment and racing the next. She tried to remember what she knew about earthquakes and crush injuries, twisting to look behind her, trying to catch the movement of anyone who might be left in the building. She couldn’t leave him like this. She didn’t want to make it worse but she was certain she needed to move him, soon. It had begun to rain heavily outside, as if the earthquake had cracked open the sky as well. She cursed an apology as she tried to roll him onto his back, to see his face, hoping he could give her some clue what the next step should be. Instead she was met with the velvet sheen of blood, far too much blood.

Emily bit back her panic, forcing her mind to remain clinical, trying to find the source of the bleeding. “Hey, Aaron?” she touched his cheek with her fingertips, her other hand carefully feeling along his hairline. “Can you open your eyes? Please?” She repeated the plea, over and over, not sure who she was asking, only knowing she needed him to be okay. He grimaced as her hand found a spot just above his ear, stickier than the rest as blood slowly seeped from the open wound there. She could see his eyes moving beneath his eyelids and held her breath, hoping this was a positive development. It took a moment but he managed to blink them open, to bring her into focus.

“Stop that. I’m fine.”

His voice was raspy and quiet but she laughed at his weak attempt at a glare. She found her eyes were damp, realized she’d been crying. She tried to brush the tears away but only managed to smear dust and blood onto her face.

“You’re not fine, you’re bleeding all over me, asshole.”

He lifted an unsteady hand to the side of his head, to probe the wound himself, sucking in air between clenched teeth. He made a face as blood got into his mouth, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat.

“Can you get up?” She was afraid to ask, afraid she knew the answer already.

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling, taking in as much of the room as he could without moving his head. Thunder cracked again, much closer than before, rumbling through the precarious frame of the building. Their eyes met, faces grim, both tightly controlling the fear that rose with each whistle of wind, each creak of the foundation.

“I can’t feel my legs,” he admitted.

Emily cursed. There was no way she’d be able to drag him out of here on her own. Why the hell hadn’t anyone come looking for them? She tried to assess how long they’d been there, how long it had been since the earthquake. Something was nagging at her memory, something about aftershocks and floods. She shook her head to clear it. There was nothing she could do with that right now. They had to get out, it was as simple as that.

“You have to go get help.”

“What? No, I’m not leaving you.” She unbuttoned her dress shirt, sliding it off with only the slightest regret for the lost garment.

“Emily,” he tried to sound stern but the effect was lost in the way he was helplessly laid out on the floor.

“Shut up and hold this,” she said, pressing the fabric against the side of his head. He hissed at the pain but obeyed. She pulled out her phone, scolding herself for not doing so sooner, only to find service had been knocked out. “Fuck.”

They were quiet as the storm outside intensified. The remaining lights in the building flickered then went out completely. They stayed silent as their eyes adjusted to the dim.

“Emily—“

“Don’t make me say it again, Hotchner,” she warned.

“You’re being ridiculous,” his control was slipping, she could hear the frustration and, worse, the fear, in his voice. She opened her mouth ready to lay into him, angry that he’d allow that weakness into his voice, that he’d even suggest defeat when the only way they were getting out of this was to be stubbornly, idiotically optimistic. She was more than ready to blame him for all of this, for making them be here in this shitty old town with it’s useless police force and it’s even more useless buildings. Neither one of them was allowed to admit their fear, not in this moment, this was a team effort at delusion. How dare he not do his part.

A flashlight beam swung through the room followed by the best possible voice. “Hotch? Prentiss?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, letting him know just how lucky he’d gotten to be spared the experience of her anger in that moment. “Morgan! We’re over here!” She waved her hand until the flashlight steadied on it. She could hear Derek making his way across to them as he called out questions. She stood up when he reached them, having to put a hand on his arm to steady herself as her vision filled with white spots.

“Woah there, not so fast.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m fine, I’m fine. This jerk says he can’t feel his legs though,” she gestured at Hotch who gave Morgan a weak wave, more finger twitch than anything else.

“Taking a little nap?” Morgan asked sweetly, masking his concern as he made rapid calculations about how he was going to maneuver the man out of there.

Lightning cut through the sky, flashing through the former window space. The thunder followed immediately, shaking the building enough that several ceiling tiles crashed down in the opposite corner of the room. The jumbled structure around Hotch groaned and shifted.

“Maybe,” he said, breath tight, “maybe we can save the jokes for after?”

Derek didn’t say anything, just nodded, looking over to Emily. “Can you help me lift him onto that board?”

Hotch made an indignant noise but they disregarded his protest, working in tandem to slide him onto a broken panel from the table. It wasn’t a good fit but it held most of him. With some grunting and shuffling they managed to lift both ends and start picking their way across the room, heading for the door as efficiently as possible. Derek took the foot end, looping Aaron’s calves through his arms as he braced the flashlight between his hip and Hotch���s ankle, needing both hands free to hold the sides of the board. Emily, at the head of their makeshift stretcher, started in on jokes about how heavy he was, about his laziness, while he studiously ignored her, holding tight to what little dignity he could while being ferried on a glorified piece of plywood.

Derek pretended not to hear as he lead them through the building. It had grown darker and they couldn’t afford to trip or run into anything. Luckily they made it outside without further trouble. Once there Morgan barked at a couple hovering EMTs to do their jobs. Suddenly it was like there were dozens of hands, lifting and bracing and swabbing away blood. Hotch met Emily’s eyes, a moment of silent understanding shared between them, the jokes and the fear and the anger dropped away.

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t hear him with all the noise around them, but the words were obvious. She smiled.

“Anytime, old man.”