#fucking god this guy sucks SO BAD why are all of his fights THAT easy

[wheeble2252]

Denying direct orders from my PT and frothing at the mouth over AC6

[sanjisboyfie]

∞ SNSTV : first year, first mission

this is the first chapter of my series "sensitive" (SNSTV = sensitive). since it's a series, this first chapter is going to be pretty "boring" in terms of romance, but it still full of satosugu interactions with reader...but probably not favorable ones as you'll see soon lol. anyway ! stay tuned for the next chapters because i will have a lot of fun fleshing this out hehehe

first year satosugu x male reader

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( if u squint )

“since shoko is a very valuable sorcerer, she must refrain from participating in highly dangerous missions,” the only girl in the room smiled at the information, sneakily flipping off her male classmates. satoru was annoyed, suguru was indifferent, and [name] seemed to be the only one with half a mind to care for the woman’s safety.

“her abilities are quite special,” he compliments, making yaga hum in agreement and shoko wink at him in appreciation.

satoru pretends to barf in his mouth.

“that leaves the three of you, [last name], gojo, and geto — this mission is going to be your first one without supervision. it should show to be easy enough. you are to simply monitor and oversea a specific section of the closed down mall and exorcise any curses that are roaming. it has been closed down far too long and kids are starting to wander in there without any idea of what they’re walking into. for the safety of the people and the community, you must exterminate every curse that dwells there. you are all permitted in using any cursed tool, if you wish, but we highly encourage you learn to harness your abilities as soon as possible.”

satoru pretended to barf in his mouth again. doing things for “normal” civilians was never his most ideal way of spending his time. but unless he wanted to hear a nagging from yaga, he had to suck it up. formal missions were hard to dodge, anyway. meanwhile, suguru hummed in understanding, seeing why this would need an urgent team.

and [name] was just excited to finally get his hands on his cursed tool again.

the three were escorted to the abandoned mall via their driver, who told them to call him if anything were to happen and they needed immediate assistance.

“i don’t get why crybaby over here had to come,” satoru huffs, looking at the mall with disinterest. it’s unclear whether or not he’s talking to himself or his other classmate. either way, it got a reaction from [name] who was within earshot.

“why don’t you just go fuck off gojo,” [name] snarled, holding onto the scythe in his hands with a tight grip. he expertly twirled it around, using the weight of it and basic understanding of gravity, to make it so that the sharp blade was pointed right at gojo’s neck.

hiding his surprise at the sudden action, gojo just smirked and glared at [name].

“you’re just scared because you know i’m right. the moment things go to shit, you’re gonna go running with your tail in between your legs like a poor puppy. and i’ll be there to laugh,” gojo said with a taunting cackle, the ugly sound rising from his throat making both suguru and [name] cringe.

“i’ll slice your throat open, i mean it.”

“love to see you try, piece of shit!”

“alright! enough fighting, the both of you! seriously? are we on a mission to exorcise some curses or is it my personal responsibility to babysit the two of you?” suguru sighed, rubbing his forehead in stress, “can we all just do this and go home? i think it’s obvious neither of you want to be here any longer,”

satoru rolled his eyes at suguru’s “nice guy” perona, internally calling bullshit on his entire personality. god, satoru hated those type of guys the most. the ones who think they’re superior just because they’re more mature. it pissed him off that suguru had an ability so strong too...talk about waste of potential!

well, too bad for both [name] and suguru because the one who was most superior was obviously him! he was gojo satoru, after all.

“whatever, weaklings. why don’t you sit back and just let me take care of this? there’s no need for your abilities when i could exterminate every curse in the vacinity,” satoru was confident when speaking his words, but if you were to tell him to actually do that…he might not have been able to.

hey! he was a first year and just recently allowed to go completely “ham” on using his powerful abilities. he didn’t have the bestest grasp on control or output, but he did know that his technique easily overpowered the other twos’.

“hm, to make it interesting, why don’t we have a competition?”

the competitive side of [name] and satoru shone bright after suguru said that. taking their perked up heads and attentive ears as a sign to continue on, he proposed, “whoever exorcises the most curses won’t have to do chores around the dorm for a whole week and all that responsibility will fall onto the losers.”

“a whole month,” [name] bargained, earning a shrug of approval from suguru. and satoru laughed that obnoxious laugh of his again, shouting a “bring it on” before putting on his sunglasses.

“you two are going down!”

“what does cockiness get you besides hateful stares, gojo?”

“geto-san’s right, you gojo bitch! bite your tongue and choke on your own blood, fool!!”

on the count of 3, the three students were setting off into separate directions of the mall and finding as many curses as possible to exterminate. for how vast the entire property was, this could take as long as a couple of hours…if the three students were normal jujutsu sorcerers.

but when you put a narcissist, someone with a superiority complex, and a hot-headed individual in a high stakes competition, you get the mall that was full of curses being free of said curses in under two hours (an hour and ten minutes, to be exact. to cover a 800,000 square feet land full of extremely lower grade curses).

at the beginning of the competition, [name] would lure out the curses by simply baiting them with his “naivety” of them being there. they’d pounce to attack, happy to find an unsuspecting prey, before [name] would slash them across their forms and kill them with his cursed tool. he imagines by the end of the hour, he had already taken care of over a couple dozen very low grade curses.

just as he was about to maneuver around and slice another one up, something had already took care of the problem.

“gonna need to try harder than that, crybaby,” satoru taunts, smirking from a floor above as he easily blew up the curse that was about to attack [name]. the man grits his teeth in annoyance while the white haired individual just shrugs in pride, “you can’t even look out for yourself, need me to save you, huh?”

“fuck off!” [name] sent a strong gust of wind satoru’s way via swinging his scythe towards satoru, creating almost a slash of air. his tormentor only laughed at the attempt in attacking him, flipping out of the way and then walking past [name] with a smug grin.

as he disappeared from [name]’s sight, he felt himself get more and more annoyed and angry at his predicament. of course, he had to be stuck in an abandoned place with his bully and not be able to leave until the ending of their mission. [name] huffed, feeling an unfair amount of tears reach his eyes.

at least satoru wouldn’t be around to see him cry like a pathetic loser, he thought to himself. he shook his head a couple of times, forcing the tears down with a clearing of his throat and rough wipe of his face. it was a pain to live such an emotionally unstable life — as if he had any control over things like that.

“so you really are a crybaby?” suguru’s voice broke his silent sobs, making him whip his head up and glare at the man approaching him. seeing his obvious apprehension to him being there, suguru put his hands up in surrender to show he meant no harm, “there’s no reason for you to be crying, why are you crying?”

“obviously i know i have no reason to cry, idiot, how annoying do you think it is for me to have to do it when i have no reason to?!”

suguru blinked, confusion panted on his face, “you have to cry?” putting emphasis on ‘have’ it was obvious suguru didn’t see a point in such a thing, especially right now.

“you wouldn’t get it, so just leave me alone,” [name] said, waving his hand and turning around to look for more curses. suguru had an odd look on his face as he watched [name] walk away, an unreasonable amount of cursed energy surrounding the previously crying man.

the ravenette truly wondered what his life story was, he was just so intriguing. a sorcerer coming from one of the strongest clans in the jujutsu world was walking away from him with his head held down, shoulders shaking, and tears dripping onto the floor.

“what’s his deal,” suguru hums to himself, flicking his wrist in the direction of a miniature curse that was coming towards him and easily eliminating it from the picture.

[name] continued expertly swinging his scythe around whenever he saw a curse coming towards him, not flinching as it died in front of him each time. it was obvious he was most comfortable with such a weapon, despite it being a couple times larger than his smaller frame. with how easily he handled it, though, it was somewhat obvious that he had been training with the weapon for a long time.

“oiii!!! i finished up on my part of the mall,” satoru shouted, his whiny voice echoing in the empty walls.

“same here!!”

[name] looked down at the pathetic curse that was shyly standing far away from him. it had an odd figure, a spherical body that was being held up by skinny blue legs that were wobbling from the abnormal amount of weight that they had to hold up. it was muttering some stuff about the fitting room and how the clothes weren’t fitting, making [name] believe it probably formed from the stuff people would feel about themselves in the fitting rooms.

he sighed, walking ahead and crouching in front of the curse. the scythe remained unmoving as it was leaning against his shoulder, weakly swinging in the air at the heavy weight of the blade hanging behind his head. he kept it secure with his arm over the handle portion, making sure that it didn’t fall over.

the curse reached its arm out to touch him, but with a simple shifting of his head into the opposite direction, [name] stopped the possible contact. instead, he just put his finger to the pudgy flesh of the curse’s body, grimacing at the feeling. and with a simple “shot” coming from his fingers, the curse began to flail in pain and agony. until it turned into nothing but ash and dust, being blown away by a passing breeze.

“hey, what was your total count?” satoru’s voice taunted from behind him, not really reading the energy in the room. [name] stood up, a completely dead look in his eyes. it almost shocked satoru enough to shut him up, but it would take more than a miserable face to ever make him close his loud mouth.

“i came up to about 60,” suguru said, “a bunch of small insignificant ones, really,”

“and i got to the eighties,” satoru grinned, roughly shoving his shoulder into suguru’s. the black haired man only rolled his eyes, “what about you? i doubt above thirty, am i right?”

in reality, [name] had killed more curses than the two combined. but he susposes that he had an advantage, wielding a cursed tool rather than using his actual technique. well, except to kill that last one. plus his high sensitivity in reading where the curses were gave him an advantage in finding the prey faster than the other two.

but instead of telling the truth and gloating, like he should have done, he just shrugged, “i didn’t keep track — i guess you win, gojo,”

that made the strong sorcerer pump his fist into the air, chanting about how [name] and suguru were going to be stuck doing his laundry for a month. he was too caught up in his celebration to notice how sunken in [name]’s face really looked.

it wasn’t just his eyes that appeared dead, but it was as if the color drained from his face, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was weakly walking towards them.

suguru noticed, though. and it intrigued him as he peered behind [name]’s subtly limping figure, catching a pile of ashes that was blowing in the wind. he couldn’t connect the dots completely, but he did know that the two things he noticed were connected in some way.

“feeling alright? losing sucks,” suguru asked, trying to talk about more light hearted things in the face of his incredibly sullen classmate.

“yeah, it’s whatever, i guess,”

there was definitely a difference. less colorful choices of vocabulary were being used and suguru thought that was the most noticeable change in [name]’s demeanor. he wasn’t cursing satoru out for being an egotistical piece of shit with the biggest ego in the world. he was just blankly walking past the bragging man with not a care in the world.

suguru bit his lip, stopping himself from asking more questions and instead reaching into his pocket to contact their original driver to tell them that the job was done. and while suguru was theorizing all of these things to himself, it was obvious satoru didn’t even spend a second thinking about it. if anything he welcomed the new, depressed [name]. it made for perfect bullying material for him!

that sadist, suguru grimly thought in his mind as he listened to the phone ring. he informed the driver to come pick them up before turning back around to watch satoru and [name] interact with one another. with how off he was acting, it was a surprise to see satoru still adamant on tormenting [name]. wasn’t it obvious already he was not himself? couldn’t gojo just give him a break? but then again, why wasn’t [name] sticking up for himself? he wasn’t a little kid that needed suguru’s saving, but at this point, he might as well.

“c’mon, gojo, quit it already,” suguru spoke up, lightly slapping the man’s shoulder. satoru didn’t like that, though, obnoxiously stomping over to stand toe-to-toe with suguru.

“hah? c’mon, geto, you’ve got to see that this is a real pathetic scene, isn’t it? he can’t do anything in his life but constantly lose. it makes you wonder how it’s even possible for us to exist in the same world as him; the strongests and the weakest standing to be in the same jujutsu class? what a joke,”

suguru grimaced, pushing satoru backwards to create some space in between them, “that’s not even funny, what’s your issue, gojo? can’t you just shut up for a couple of seconds? would it really kill you?”

satoru pretended to barf, glaring at suguru, “oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you’re one of those righteous folks that sticks up for the weaker people?”

“i don’t have to explain shit to you — i don’t even know you,” suguru mumbles, not wanting to entertain him further. creating an argument would only make their moods worsen and become more bitter towards each other. in the midst of his annoyance, suguru glances towards [name] and scoffed to himself.

it was a bit pathetic of [name] to not even speak up for himself, he’ll admit that. but he wasn’t going to bully him just for that. he just wished that he had spoken up for himself in this moment, it would’ve at least been a sign to satoru that he wasn’t to be messed with. that he was strong, to some extent. but instead the man just stood there and took all the insults.

it made suguru both annoyed and angered.

why couldn’t [name] stand up for himself now? he was doing so before so easily and naturally. but now, it was as if all the energy was sucked out of him…

the ride to the jujutsu high was silent. and [name] seperated from the two the moment they stepped foot onto the school grounds. suguru remained stoic as he watched [name] walk away while satoru next to him only hummed in disinterest.

”i’m telling you, suguru, to not waste your time defending him. he’s got no place in the jujutsu world, weak sorceres like him that prove to be useless have no place standing next to us — or even shoko for that matter. she may not have fighting prowess, but her natural ability is remarkable. with [name]…there’s nothing remarkable about him. it’s as if he’s a normal human, he’s ordinary and dull. don’t waste your breath with him.”

that was all satoru said to suguru before walking off, his hands behind his head as he walked in such a lax position. suguru stood silent for a couple of moments before snapping himself out of his stupor and going to his room.

he looked at the room a couple of doors down from him, [name]’s room, and his lips were drawn into a thin, straight line. he entered his comfortable room without wasting another second.

he didn’t know that behind [name]’s door, the man had his knees brought up to his chest as he sobbed his heart out on the floor. the screen of his small tv was blaring back at him in the dark room, the screen being the only source of light. he was watching his favorite show, one that made him laugh and happy. but tears streamed down his face as he had to choke back on his sobs.

he tried forcing a smile on his face, making an unsettling expression a couple of times before he gave up.

he always hated this part.

but he had to persevere. he moved to his small music player at his bedside, grabbing the headphones that worked alongside them and falling onto his bed. he put the flimsy over-ear devices on, sighing as he looked up at the blank ceiling. soon, a compilation of his favorites songs filled his ears and he tried to be content with the feeling.

‘immerse yourself. and you’ll be okay in the morning.’

it was a mantra he repeated to himself until he felt himself fall into sleep.

he really hated his innate cursed technique.

-

sorry if u hate emotional mcs...this guy is gonna be one. but for explainable reason, trust! he's still going to be strong, too, though, so look forward to that! i can't wait to make him go #insane <3 but other than that, really fun to write since it shows the dynamic i imagined satosugu to have in their first years of jujutsu high !!! since the whole incident happens in their second year i rlly wanna focus on building the relationships in the first year and stuff, so things might be a lil slow to start, but when it starts ... it'll start, trust. tysm for being os patient w this even if it is short affa. i look forward to writing longer, more deeeeeep chapters in the future. much love <3

[thrashkink-coven]

Okay here’s the hard part.

I think a lot about that guy, so called Jesus, and his philosophy of radical forgiveness and empathy. For a long time I thought that was just a line abusers use to force their victims to forgive them (AND IT IS)

But! I also think about Lucifer and the things he taught me regarding the concept of hell. If I was the ruler of hell and I had to manage all these terrible people, what would I do? Torture them? Give them endless suffering so they feel guilty? Do to them what they did to others so they can understand how bad it feels?

Latinos who voted for Trump, oh you disappoint me, but no, I don’t want you to be deported. Women who voted for Trump, *sigh*, no, I don’t want to see you get an ectopic pregnancy or carry your dead baby. No I do not want all those conservative gays to lose their right to marriage. And no, I don’t even want all of those fucked up fascist nazi racists to die.

It would be SO satisfying to see them get what they deserve, right?

God, I’m so sick of being apart of a species that loves to conquer. We bleed, they win, they bleed, we win. I’m sick of patching wounds. All I see is hellfire.

My friend Taylor Mcnallie is facing fraudulent charges because of an altercation that happened while she was protesting in Calgary. The bitch of a cop who assaulted her not only received no punishment, she got a fucking promotion. I remember during one of Taylor’s speeches someone said something like “I hope she gets arrested and goes to jail,” and Taylor said, “I don’t hope she goes to jail. Jail shouldn’t exist. I just want her to get fired and apologize. That’s all I want.”

Pacifism, true pacifism, like the kind that guy preached about, doesn’t mean laying down and accepting every terrible thing assholes do to you with a smile. It means taking away their ability to harm without harming them yourself. Eliminating the evil without becoming evil. Punching nazis does not make you a nazi, but praying for the death and destruction of people, human beings, because you hate them as much as they hate you? *sigh*

The hardest part about this whole radical empathy thing, is the fact that I cannot even wish harm upon those who want me dead. Isn’t that funny? That literal neo nazi, yeah, I hope he has shelter. Fuck I hope that rapist still eats tonight. I hope he feels shame until the day he dies, but I don’t hope he gets raped in prison. I don’t even want him in prison to be honest, I want him to be cared for, and I want his ability to do harm stripped away.

“Even if he hurts a child?”

God damn it, yes. I can’t add more suffering into the world, even if it is inflicted upon the people I’d love to hate most. I want to take away his power to do evil, I want everyone to know what kind of person he is and the terrible things he does so they can keep themselves safe… and then I want him to be safe.

I want all those terfs to have clean drinking water. I know they hate my guts, ugh, it is what it is. But praying that they experience the pain they’ve caused me, hoping that they die or suffer only makes me more like them.

WHICH SUCKS. This way of thinking is NOT satisfying AT ALL!!! Being vindictive and petty is FUN and it FEELS GOOD!!! That’s why it’s so fucking easy, and that’s why we keep eating each other over and over again.

Having said all of this, we should definitely bring back the guillotine lmao. I’m not saying that we should be super nice to people who are trying to kill us, do fight back. If the people need to kill their oppressors to be free then, hey, I’m not going to tell them they’re wrong for that. This isn’t a “we should all hug and sing kumbaya together! Kindness is always the way!!!” take. If the only way to bring death to the empire is to bring death to its owners, then so be it. Do so in the way that produces the least amount of degradation to your soul.

But wishing natural disasters on Texas, hoping that that racist woman’s parents get deported, out of spite and hatred… what are they doing to you? What are you doing to yourself?

Humanity is disgusting, truly truly abhorrent. I want to be able to look at us and embrace us with acceptance of that. Every single fucking terrible person on this earth deserves liberty, life, and freedom. Even when you spit in my face and hurt the people I love, damn it, I won’t hurt you. I see you as a rabid animal that needs to be sedated and slowly acclimated to compassion. And I will keep trying, even if you never learn. I can’t give up on humanity.

This is the most important and the hardest part. I’m not telling you to forgive, forgiveness is for you. If it doesn’t serve you, don’t forgive. But don’t let people without humanity kill the humanity that exists within you. Don’t let hatred fester in your soul. You’re allowed to be mad, hell, you should be furious. Let that fury keep you warm, but do not become a monster too.

To all you stupid fucking fascist pieces of shit, I hope you get exactly what you deserve. And what you deserve is not death, pain or suffering. It’s self reflection and growth, guilt and humility. As much as I would enjoy seeing you hurt, I refuse to become like you. And damn it I love you, I love every human being on this planet. I love you so much that I cannot become you. I love you so fucking much that I will continue to fight for your rights even when you’re trying to take mine away. and I hate that I love you like this, but I can’t stop.

So I will stop you.

- James Baldwin

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

I have a really weird hyperfixation on The Mummy, but not the Boris Karloff or the Brendan Fraser versions, those would be completely acceptable movies to enjoy (and I do so enjoy them)

but I cannot stop thinking about The Mummy 2017 starring Tom Cruise and it's a problem

I love bad movies, I love them so much, I own so many b-grade horror flicks, old classic films with terrible acting and awful special effects, I love absolutely shit tier cgi, I love Ed Wood disasters, I love cult classic bad movies, I love really weird niche bad movies

but this one is like, such a special kind of bad movie, I can't really put my finger on exactly why though?? but I am damn well going to try, in this essay I will-

they fucked up from the get go by casting Tom Cruise, like this movie is sometimes deliberately goofy, but a lot of the time it takes itself very seriously, SO seriously, and I cannot physically take Tom Cruise seriously, he turns every single scene he is in into a joke by virtue of his mere presence

but when they have actual jokes, they are so not funny they cycle back around to being really fucking funny

I am watching this movie fucking whiff every god damn beat it tries to hit and it does it so beautifully it's a god damn marvel

Russel Crowe as Jekyll and Hyde??? I actually somehow missed the part where he introduced himself as Jekyll on my first watch, so the Hyde reveal was a true surprise to me and I was very genuinely disappointed on my second watch when I realised it was not supposed to be a surprise, because that was a really fun reveal

and Russel Crowe seemed to be having an absolute fucking whale of a time as Hyde, I loved every moment he was on screen with his stupid cockney accent, I would watch his movie, I know it would be bad, that's why I want it, because there is nothing quite like a bad movie with an actor still giving 110%

and the mummy character herself? she was supposed to be pharaoh and then her dad had a son with someone else and now this baby is jumping all up in her place like, okay baby murder might not be the coolest thing in the world but like, she's got ambition, she's getting shit done, she's hustlin' like go get it girl I'm rooting for you babe

also when she sucked the life out of some dude and turned him into a shrivelled husk my roommate said 'she could do that to me and I'd thank her' so she's got that going for her, like girl's a half rotten corpse wrapped in decaying bandages and she still slays

and then we have the completely ridiculous female rivalry??? like this mummy could kill this woman SO MANY TIMES and just doesn't???? for reasons?????? like she could literally kill her in an instant at any moment but no they gotta girl fight for a bit because Tom Cruise is at stake and why wouldn't two hot women fight over Tom Cruise right?? right????

nevermind the fact that he has been practically nothing but ✨The WooOOOOooorst✨ to her the WHOLE first act of the movie, oh and uh let's not forget the 'duh huh guy bad at sex' jokes that they just could not put down for a good chunk there (but wait! uh he's good at sex actually she's just being mean because he hurt her feewings)

like, this movie hits every fucking branch of the bad trope tree, this movie is playing bad trope bingo, it is collecting bad tropes like pokemon, it has to have them all

also a really bizarre ongoing American Werewolf in London reference?? it was not unwelcome, it was some of the best comedy in the movie (that is an easy bar to jump btw), the actor had some great wry line delivery, I enjoyed it

I think the biggest issue, and the reason I can't stop chewing on this magnum opus of garbage, is that it reminds me of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, in several different ways

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen also happens to be another of my favourite bad movies, but it falls into the particular genre of bad movies, a fucking cool as shit concept, and some really cool as shit visuals, and some very cool as shit characters, but an absolute swing and a miss on the delivery

The Mummy 2017 starring Tom Cruise has That Vibe to me, there is some cool shit here, we know this because the previous version utilised that cool shit very very well, but this one was the only one who made the villain a woman pursuing a man, and not just any man, the ✨worst✨ man, you did not feel very sorry for this guy, honestly watching him go through the constant torment of being stalked by a bodacious supernatural babe who put a sexy little curse kiss on him was fun, he's a sopping wet little meow meow and I wanna see him thrown at a wall, and I get to see that several times, and it is a delight every time

in the previous movie the mummy went after really likeable characters, people who were just generally nice, a roguish scamp with a heart of gold, or just really hot, seriously that cast was beyond smoking what the fu

I did not like Tom Cruise as a character, and to be fair that was the point, he was supposed to have a redemption arc, the story and his sacrifice at the end were supposed to be about him becoming a better person

but he fucking doesn't??? it's like 'oh boo hoo I have made this great sacrifice and now I am a monster and I did it to save my lady love's life even though we had zero chemistry and I was just ✨The Worst✨ to her' and then he fucks off to go and do the exact same shit he was doing at the start of the movie, fucking around in the desert looking for boy adventures

it was a great ending and I loved it because it was so dumb and also he abandoned the woman he brought back to life to go fuck around with his bro who he also brought back to life, I love that for them, go have some boy adventures you madlads you sure didn't earn it but don't let that stop you, just heterosexually ride off into the sunset together it's fine, she is literally better off without you in every way you made the Correct Decision

and then there's these moments, moments that are treated like big moments, and could be really cool moments, but just don't fucking land

there's a part where Tom Cruise starts talking to the mummy in her own language (they got a psychic bond and shit which is it's own cool little thing we'll get back to that) and everyone is watching like 😮 oooh didn't know he could do that wow there really IS magic bond between them oooh, and it's like a Big Deal and Very Cool

but Tom Cruise just sounds like he's speaking gibberish with a mouth full of novocain???? it doesn't sound cool at all??? it sounds really goofy???? I half expected him to start drooling on himself

then there is the ending, leading lady dies, he completes the ritual to invite the god of death into his body (a fucking baller move honestly), he fights it for control as the mummy attempts to sway the beast inside him to her side, but when he sees his beloved laying dead he fights her off, using his newfound powers to defeat her, and then weeps over his lady love begging for her to wake up

and then as he lets the god inside him loose, a terrible monstrous visage takes him over as he bloodcurdlingly screams in her face WAKE UP!!! and the power within him that he doesn't understand and can barely control listens

she wakes, and sees him hiding in the shadows, unable to face her now that he has become something terrifying

at least that's what I think they thought the scene would be like, it was a little more like, some crappy flashback and speed up effects as he becomes the god of death, a really pathetic and uneventful 1 minute of him fighting for control, after which he has a really pathetic and uneventful 1 minute of fighting the mummy, and then as he screams for his lady love to wake up, we get a shot of some absolutely fucking god awful cgi and the most uninspired monster face I've ever seen

I mean, half seen, it was a very dark shot, in fact most of the movie is shot in the dark, a very blatant attempt to obscure the shithouse cgi

except in one scene where it kinda fucking slapped, where the mummy sucks the life out of some guys, and then reanimates their husky corpses as thralls, the way they stand like jerky unstable puppets being dragged to their feet by unseen strings was actually pretty fuckin' dope and the dark scene obscured the details in just the right amount to make their uncannily decrepit silhouettes appear super creepy

this is the only time that trick works, every other time I just want someone to turn on a fucking torch so I can actually see what the hell's going on

okay now let's get back to that psychic bond thing

our main character was chosen not because he was a descendant, or a reincarnation, or just Looked Real Pretty (although I think she did have the hots for him a leeetle bit which is like, girl raise your standards, it's Tom Cruise, he's about as sexually appealing as a wet potato, you can do better), he had absolutely zero in common with the mummy's original choice for this ritual, in fact that guy was not significant to the story at all, I think he was just some dude who was down for some ritual shenanigans 'cause a hot lady asked him (also he was hotter than Tom Cruise so this is a significant downgrade, I feel like if she had the opportunity to shop around a little she might have picked better)

so Tom Cruise wasn't chosen for any reason other than that he's the one who released her, and she sees this as her way of saying thank you, and I love that, it's real sweet, would love if I opened a door for someone and they repaid me by summoning a god of death into my body, that really shows they care you know?

she gives him a little hallucinatory kissy kiss and then manages to follow him everywhere, while also compelling him to follow her without him really knowing it, there is a very cool part where he's trying to drive away from her, but somehow ends up driving in a circle and falling right back into her clutches, that was cool, that had the potential to even be super fucking creepy, she can manipulate him without him even realising, it doesn't matter where he goes or what he does, he will always somehow find his way back to her, that's so good, I love that

and then back to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comparisons

The Mummy 2017 starring Tom Cruise established a concept of an organisation who hunt down, collect, and research supernatural phenomena, with a leader (Jekyll) who also has ulterior motives and is actually not really the good guy, this movie was also supposed to be part of a monster movie cinematic universe, so this really could have become like, the Universal Monster Movie equivalent of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and I would have watched the hell out of that, and I am crushed that this movie bombed so bad and ruined the whole plan

like could you imagine a whole series as bad as this movie? all culminating together as the most god awful Avengers style team up? fuuuck I want to live in that universe so bad

I think my fascination comes from this ungodly mix of real pure potential, those fleeting super fucking cool moments and concepts that, if given to literally any other actor, could have really been something, and the just pure insane failure to make literally anything in this plot successfully land a hit

somehow this movie felt like the completely dead and soulless corpse of a cheap party clown, while the ghost of something incredible flickered in its eyes

[takaraphoenix]

What do you think about the changes to Luke’s confrontation with Percy ?

Got this ask, got really confused, realized the final episode was out, went to watch it, came back here.

So.

Mh.

As with the majority of the many changes this show made to the books, I have... mixed feelings on it.

Part of me loves this much more than the books - much - more. Because it made so much more sense. Luke, trying to recruit Percy instead of just... flat-out trying to murder him again.

And! That Percy was the one who figured it out, on his own. I love how clever this show makes Percy.

It was a really tense and interesting confrontation.

Now here's the part that made me dislike it. Because it made so much sense.

In the books, Percy not taking Luke's side made complete sense, because Luke just flat-out tries to murder him, for the second time, and he is screaming and throwing so much stuff out in such a frantic way that he does sound like he lost his mind. It's very easy to conclude "My guy, you're being brainwashed by Kronos".

But this Luke? And this Percy?

The Percy who literally spent the entire damn show MAKING Luke's points. The first half of this show, every single conversation between him and Annabeth was basically Percy reciting Luke's bulletpoint list of why the gods suck and demigods shouldn't do their bidding.

And now, what? All of the sudden, just because, what, daddy dearest showed up once and saved Percy's life from Zeus, he is Team Olympus? C'mon. That was weak as fuck.

A very brief summary of a point I've made in the past, I don't want to drag this argument out again but it's important to bring up in this context: PJO is inherently a story about keeping the status quo. It follows the very tried concept of giving the villain (Luke) a very good and valid motivation to rebel against an oppressive force, but undermining the good points he makes by adding something that nobody can argue is bad (Kronos controlling everything in the background), so the hero fights the immediate problem instead of the shared oppressors, instead of just giving the very good and valid motivation to the hero and have them fight for real change.

And in the books, at least there really wasn't much of a reason for Percy to join Luke, and Luke doesn't even really ask for it either.

But this Luke asked. This Luke very coherently expressed himself.

And this Percy has made his exact talking points in the past. And nothing, aside from Poseidon stepping up once in his fucking life, has really changed. If anything, I'd say the bad - Ares, Zeus, ATHENA - really outweigh the good.

Why is Kronos worse than Zeus? Because he ate his children? Zeus did worse things to his own children in mythology, to be quite frank. Show Percy is too clever - too knowledgeable about mythology and the past of their godly family and good at putting one and one together - and too bitter toward the gods to so fully dismiss Luke, in my opinion, especially considering we removed the "I will immediately try to murder you with a killer scorpion" and added Luke explicitly trying to recruit Percy.

And I'm not saying "Percy should have absolutely joined Luke's side", but I am saying that it felt far too much like a 180 on Percy's part to be defending the gods and pretend that Luke isn't making sense. I liked that Chiron called that out in the end, but... Percy's reply was even weaker because there was no foundation for why he would be so stubborn about this.

Even if you don't pull through with it, I think that an angle of doubt, an angle of temptation, should have been played up here.

[creative-kny-fics]

hi! I really enjoy reading your work! 🫧 if you are open for requests, may I please ask for lers!Zenitsu and Inosuke and lee!Muichiro? It's a bit of an unconventional ler/lee grouping 🙈 but I imagine they'd all become friends anyways, right?? So I was thinking about the upcoming new season, and it sucks that the manga doesn't show how Zenitsu and Inosuke fare during any of the hashira training... it only shows them for Gyomei's training, and I think Sanemi's a bit as well? So I was wondering how they would react to our adorable little shit, Tokito-kun! I was thinking how Mui would roast them so badly, with Zenitsu crying about how harsh he is while Inosuke gets furious at all of Mui's sassy remarks and can't stop challenging him to fight (which he always loses, I'm sorry Inosuke). Their pride and dignity would have definitely been destroyed by his sassiness, and Zenitsu's crying would definitely serve as fuel for more sassy comments 😭 even more so, getting beaten by a 14 year old would have not been easy to accept! But they suddenly remember Tanjiro mentioning how the Mist hashira is ticklish... So when its time for them to eventually move on to the next hashira, they decide to leave Muichiro a little parting gift: payback tickles! Inosuke especially is so happy that he can finally defeat Muichiro (not at fighting... but its at least something that he won against Mui!) And they run away before Muichiro can recover, but I'm sure he must be planning his revenge 🤣 Thats it, I hope you like it 🥹 but as always, there is absolutely no pressure to accept the request, please feel free to decline if need be ☺️ hope you have a good day/night! 🫧

Gentle reminder that Inosuke's crow is afraid of him because he tried to eat it jagsjagajsh

Lers: Zenitsu Agatsuma and Inosuke Hashibira

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

'Do you really think I believe that you were only training with a pillar for 5 days...? I think you're training so much that you're already hallucinating...', well, we couldn't blame Zenitsu.

A hashira training only for 5 days?! Impossible to believe! But let's remember that Tanjiro is not one of the people who lies, that Zenitsu not believing him was already his problem.

Anyway, was Tanjiro accompanying Zenitsu and Inosuke? Well, for the protection of Chuntaro and Matsuemon, who got scared when Inosuke started chasing them because he wanted to eat them.

'TOKITO-SAN!! GOOD MORNING!!' 'And now who bothers me in the middle of training? You guys don't move, while I attend to my visit I want you to stay training, is that clear to you?'

Eeeeem, I think Muichiro didn't learn that much from last time...

'Yes? Huh? Ooooh Tanjiro! How are you?! What brings you here?!'

'A quick visit, and also to show Zenitsu and Inosuke where your estate was. I asked Miss Kanroji for permission to leave her class for a moment and do so, so I should come back now. Take care of yourselves, I wish you luck! Try hard!', Tanjiro ran away

As soon as Tanjiro left, Muichiro's expression changed again, demanding that Inosuke and Zenitsu enter his estate to start training.

'Are you sure Tanjiro is your friend...?' 'WHY DO YOU SAID SO?!'

'I'm saying this because you guys aren't on his level... Tanjiro at least defended himself against my attacks and kept up with me, while you guys aren't even close to touching me, you're so fucking weak...', *sigh*, yes, Muichiro didn't understand anything at all.

Zenitsu had to hold Inosuke back, if there was something Inosuke hated, it was being told he was weak, and what right did he have?!

If it hadn't been bad enough for them before, it was now. Because they were friends with Tanjiro, Muichiro had some compassion, but now it was nothing like that, even the other slayers present were sad to see how both teenagers lowered themselves to the level of a child.

'THIS IS PATHETIC, THAT DAMN BRAT IS NOT GOING TO BEAT ME!! I AM THE GREAT GOD OF THE MOUNTAIN!! I BEAT AN UPPERMOON!!' 'He too, and he did it alone. Without help. He killed the UpperMoon 5, besides, we just helped, we didn't defeat them. Stop complaining, you're hurting my ears...', you can tell by Zenitsu's seriousness now that the training didn't go well at all.

How stupid, it was impossible for Tanjiro to have lasted those 5 days with that child, but up to this point in the training nothing surprised him anymore.

Tanjiro decided to pay a quick visit, he wanted to see how well his friends had done.

'I see, Tokito-Kun has been being rather bossy, huh?' 'HAH?! HE'S NOBODY TO GIVE ME ORDERS, I WILL DEFEAT HIM!!'

'Well, since I can't stay here for so long, may I ask you for something? This will also help Tokito-Kun be nicer to you', well, they were interested in that.

Zenitsu couldn't believe what Tanjiro was asking them, he wanted them to tickle the hashira?! They could barely get close to him during training.

That sounded more like a suicide attempt, if you asked Zenitsu, but on the other hand, Inosuke laughed and didn't wait another second and jumped right into the plan (there was no plan, so it's probably that the boar needs help).

'INOSUKE, YOU DAMN IDIOT!!'

'Mwahahaha!! Make way, here goes the great god-!!'

Ah-ah, Zenitsu wasn't going to risk another hit, if they were going to do it, they were going to do it with a plan.

They waited for all the slayers to leave, it was too late at night honestly, and it was finally time...

Did they have a plan? Of course not, they would improvise something

'Why haven't you two left yet?', it already started wrong, Muichiro wasn't supposed to see them.

Well, anyone who is afraid of dying should not be born, and with that, Inosuke started to try to make him fall, but he was the only one who crashed his face into the floor, great, another humiliation.

Zenitsu pulled at his eyes, he was wondering how Inosuke was still alive, or rather, how Inosuke was still his friend. 'And what about you? You two go away, I don't have time for your little games'

'It's a shame, I guess Inosuke and I will have to tell Tanjiro that you have been cruel to us...'

'To Tanjiro?! Hey, don't you dare-!?', tip of the day, if you want to get Muichiro's attention, mention Tanjiro.

Taking advantage of the fact that the mist hashira had his eyes fixed on Zenitsu, Inosuke took advantage (to get up) and finally managed to knock him to the ground.

'Mwahahaha!! I finally have you, coriander head boy!!' 'Inosuke, that boy has a name and you better not call him that or else...' 'OUCH!!'

Or else, Muichiro would kick. He wouldn't let himself be tickled, well there are a few exceptions, but if it wasn't those people, he REFUSED to let them touch him, so he would become aggressive.

'You have two 05 seconds to let me go or else you will come out here with more bruises than you already have...'

'Child, I have a good sense of hearing and I know that you are lying, you are scared and you want to provoke us to start , or not?'

'HUH?! I DON'T-!! PFFFFT!!', another point in Zenitsu's favor.

Another tip, if you keep Muichiro talking, or even better, if you make him scream, rest assured that he won't put up as much resistance as before, so it will be easier for him to laugh.

If Inosuke listened to Tanjiro, he knew that he had to go for the sides, his hips or his navel to get a good reaction, otherwise, yes, exactly, another kick

'Wow, it seems like he's not so brave now, is he?' 'S-SHUT UHUP!!'

'Mwahahaha! Monitsu, I bet I can make him scream louder than you!', typical Inosuke.

Zenitsu simply accepted, because fighting with Inosuke would lead nowhere, so it was better to accept it and he certainly accepted having done so.

The laughter that came from Muichiro was unmatched and if anyone had been nearby, they would have come to his aid because of how loud it was, Inosuke clearly wanted to see him beg. 'So, he's not so rude anymore, huh? I thought you were a hashira and couldn't be defeated so easily, am I wrong?'

'WA-WAHAHAHIT FOR M-ME GRRRR TO GET OU-OUT OF THIHIHIS!! I'LL KIHIHIHICK YO-YOHOUHOUR ASS, I D-DON'T CA-CARE IF YOHOHOHUHUHU AHAHARE MHMHMHMHM TA-TAHANJIHIHIRO'S FRI-FRIHEHENDS!!'

I think we all know where this will lead...

[ac-liveblogs]

i have not played natlan act 3-4 so uhhhh i wonder how natlan's middle act stacks up to other middle act archon quests (i.e. sumeru and fontaine) in your opinion? my twitter timeline hypes the fuck out of act 3-4 but i really can't trust fandom atp ...

Heya!

Tbh, every time I see someone hyping the fuck out of Genshin, especially Fontaine, I really do just… LMAO, bc the Fortress of Meropide was a chore and Sumeru's middle act was absolutely blatant filler. I think Natlan is better than both, but like, that's because those were bad, not because Natlan is good.

I think the best way to describe the Acts3-4 of Natlan is "straightforward, but boring". Act 3 mostly consists of trying to find Ororon and figure out why he's with the Fatui - that translates into Genshin's traditional "walk a short distance to the glowing light" type gameplay and I think one generic mob fight? Act 4 is... lots and lots of mob fights.

I think Act 3 is the best showing in Natlan - it does an okay job establishing Citlali and Ororon's characters and dynamic and why Ororon is working with the Fatui, but it resolves so quickly and uneventfully I really struggle to care about it. But at the end of it, the emotional payoff for this act is Ororon getting a sudden cutscene that gives emotional closure to the character arc Citlali described to us maybe 20 minutes before. "This is Ororon's tragic backstory" > "instant, easy resolution via relatively chill monologue". I mean, it wasted less time than Furina's, but it's clearly Mavuika they really want us to care about here. She's already had 2 extended playable segments about her past, Act 5 is gonna suuuuck

There's no actual combat or more than a couple of seconds of peril or anything, it's all totally cutscene based. Injecting combat into this sort of thing usually helps raise the stakes, but it's totally absent here… we don't even get to fight Capitano. His plan gets interrupted by Ororon having his Moment and then he just gives up, which is really cool payoff for the guy that's been hyped as the strongest member of the Fatui Harbingers.

An anon described Ororon as a more competent Scaramouche-Irminsul, and while I think Ororon's character works better and it fits the story here more than in Sumeru, at least with Scaramouche he…. god I can't believe I'm saying this, but at least Scaramouche actually… did something… stuff happened that we had to deal with as opposed to stuff ALMOST happening… thhat sucked too, but like… it's… stuff?

I think HYV sometimes forgets how videogames work…? Using combat to convey tone really helps... whatever...

Act 4 was pretty tedious. I know a lot of people got emotional about the war arc, but I've seen it done better elsewhere and I really wasn't impressed. That mostly manifests as bouncing between a bunch of generic mob fights for about 30 minutes, again with no boss. Throwing generic mobs at you in very standard numbers does nothing to enforce any kind of threat, and it exhausted me.

However, it is still better than bumming around the Fortress of Meropide, which I absolutely hated - especially Fontaine Act 3, which was a completely irrelevant timewaster. Natlan's Act 3 and 4 seem to be leading into Natlan's endgame a lot better than Sumeru and Fontaine's did (I think you could excise almost everything from Sumeru and Fontaine Acts 3-4 and end up at Act 5 just fine tbh), and it did feel like there's a bit less yapping than usual...?

There's an effort to show you that "war... war is hell..." with a bunch of dead NPCs, but I don't care about nameless NPCs. Chasca and her sister had very little time put towards getting the audience to care about them (Chasca has some of the least focus out of all the Natlan characters), and she realises she's a hero when her sister dies and goes berserk off-screen, so that didn't work for me.

Also, I cannot get over reaching the end of things, being told BIG ENEMIES COMING, thinking "oh good maybe they'll reuse one of the mat bosses at the very least" and getting confronted with a couple ruin guards.

(Tbh, I think Citlali dying and Ororon reacting to that would've worked better given they spent the ENTIRE PREVIOUS ACT ON THOSE TWO. Or like, Kinich and Ajaw's thing? god. Why put in the thing about Ajaw getting Kinich's body if Kinich dies if you weren't gonna- never mind. It's fine. never mind)

The 6 heroes were underutilised as expected, and it seems like their role concluded this patch. So. Eh.

Overall - I did not get so bored I can barely remember what happened (Sumeru) OR want to bash my head against a wall at any point (Fontaine), but I did get pretty annoyed during Act 4 but overall feel pretty "well that was whatever" about it, so. Natlan 4/10.

[azol-otl]

Prompt Time!

Jason appreciating his hairy partners, can be Tim can be anyone

First things first, this is the first time I'm writing this pairing. Second thing's second, somehow I didn't choose any of my normal suspects and yet here we are. Third thing's third, this is a casual relationship like what they have in canon, but there's mentions of other people.

"You're kind of a freak, you know that Todd?" Jason stops eating her out, which is annoying but whatever he can take a break if he has to. His head game is only like a seven outta ten at best, a point taken off because she's seen him suck a strap like he was trying to steal its soul and really it wasn't even a contest which one he was better at. Instead, he lays his head on her thighs, his stupid stubble rasping against her skin. Black coarse hair against soft white, of course he'd put his head there, the perv. "I don't think you can call me a freak when you nearly choked me to death and fucked my comatose body in corpse position," he says with a raised brow. "Normal shit," she said with a sniff. "Not when you don't tell me ahead of time." Is he still on about this? "I literally told you before I did it." "Yeah, you said 'Hey Jason you ever think about choking' and then pushed me to the ground with your hands on my throat." As if he can complain when he creamed himself while the light left his eyes, the whiner. "Exactly, I told you before I did it." Jason looks like he's gearing up for a fight, which would be pretty great when he's already between her thighs, easy way to get him to pass out during sex again. Instead, like a loser, he decides against it. "So why am I a freak now, Rose?" She could point to any of his kinks, really anything about him at all and have most people agree that he's a freak, but— "You know most guys don't go all crazy eyed at a messy busy, much less—" she gestures to the jungle she was convinced to try out. It wasn't even that she thought it looked bad, but god Jason is such a freak whenever he sees hair on her. Its what brought up his pussy eating game two whole points from when they started this shit. "They're losers and cowards," he scoffs. "Seriously its natural, what kinda guy looks at someone hairless and go 'Yeah, I wanna tap that' it would be like fucking one of those wrinkly cats. Weird and liable to chafe without lots of moisturizer." Rose rolls her eyes but moves the leg Jason isn't on to brush his ribs. The second he feels the hair stroking him he lets out a shudder. Seriously, what a weirdo. "Still a freak Todd," she sing songs, her tone that perfect pitch that annoys everyone she feels like. "If you're gonna be making fun of me, I'll just stick with having sex with Roy," Jason tosses out. "And from a hairy bitch to a bear, you really are predictable aren't you?"

[system-of-a-feather]

Less moody about it cause - actually no equally moody but less bothered by it if that makes sense - but as much as I am glad to be working through the gender stuff with the system, or rather for the system until now, finding out just how deep this rabbit hole of misery goes fucking sucks and is literally draining as shit.

I think I'm getting fatigued cause I've been bearing it on my own for what, like three years? Solely to give Riku the time to focus and catch up on healing sexual trauma (which I've been responsible for monitoring and guiding them through) and so that Ray - who is our stability backbone - didn't have to endure or risk his stability for longer than needed when little could be done (cite Riku's sexual trauma being a blocking point for any genuine deep thought on gender at the time)

Like, in hindsight, and Riku pointed this out the other day, but in a polyfragmented system that is majorily transmasc, I'm the only part that has actively stayed focus on this and have kept a very intense tab and focus on it while juggling being the ferryman for Riku's sexual trauma recovery, the advocate for EPs for like a year and a half of that time, and the Persecutor Breaking-In Guy like

It's totally fair for me to "start getting burnt out" and if anything its really impressive that I am only NOW getting burnt out being the only one dealing with a topic that regularly makes me suicidal (not active but not passive either, a secret third thing - active but absolutely not doing it)

And honestly though, having dealt with that and been the ferryman through trauma processing of CSA shit for like 3 years and forcing persecutors to communicate their trauma and issues effecticely to help them, I REALLY don't get why anyone would think someone would CHOOSE to be trans or that it is anything but a group of people just trying to live life with a fucking shitty hand

Like I'm sure others would disagree, but as someone with a lot of trauma thats carried less experienced trauma holders through living inspite of what happened to them, dysphoria is literally the only mental / psychological / physical means of suffering that has ever had me **depressed properly** rather than any form of depression or hurt that immediately turns into a burning fire and rage of some sort

Literally raising myself, being a trained dog, regularly handing my dad his own ass on a plate in fights, dealing with an oppressive DID system, fucking America existing, first hand and second hand shit with sexual trauma, betrayal from the person who was supposedly our "only support" - literally dysphoria is the top dog of a beast I have ever had to push through

And the fact that some people minimize how much people with dysphoria could be struggling? It just blows me the fuck away

If you gave me the option to solve our dysphoria and all its complications in a snap or resolve our trauma and all its complications in a snap I would rapidly click dysphoria without hesitation and without consulting the system

Cause at this point I am the Trauma King. I'm the best at handling it and Im (at least one of) the best at dragging parts through Trauma Coping 101. And I'm also the dysphoria king, and as it is such a hypothetical situation would fall into my domain to make decisions on since I have the largest breath and experience with both

And it would be such an easy decision I kid you not.

But anyways, this is equally for the trauma / DID community as it is for the trans community. And for the transfolk out there, good god know your misery is valid and you arent being dramatic or asking for too much to have people respect you and make small changes to make your suffering slightly less

It shouldn't be needed, but if you need a socially normalized right to validate your hurt and need for aid, this post stands here as verification as a survivor of a shit ton of traumas that the suffering is absolutely, at the very least, comparable. If people can understand how bad it is to have to deal with PTSD let alone the shit thay gives you DID (diagnosed), there is at least one person out there that says dysphoria is more unbearable.

So what with all the American stages of transgenocide going on especially in America, I just wanted to let you know that they are the fucking atrocious people and whatever garbage transphobes say that might make you question your "choice" throw it in the fucking garbage.

Being trans isnt easy and wouldnt be anyones choice with how bullshit it can be

[tsuki-sennin]

Beep Boop. Long time, no see, Tarou! My loathsome copy! Momo... Momota Saburo? Can I call Don Killer that? Don Hakai? Would perhaps Don Amour be appropriate? Don Magia? Don Ark?

He's a robot, is my point.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Murasame-kun goes a little cray cray once in a while, but he's okay!

-...oh Christ, I forgot Miho was back.

-Christ Tarou, do you ever have a quiet day free of shenanigans?

-Just kidding, I love you *chu*

-Ohhhhhh, that's a Ryusoul Gold I spy! ...Canalo's like the total opposite of Jirou, now that I think about it.

-Damn, Don Killer's just... totally barehanded, huh?

-Jirou and Haruka are finally paying their tabs! Yatta!

-Oh, and Shinichi and Tsuyoshi too, I guess. ...everybody be sure to set your KijiBro alarms, they will go off sometime soon.

-Jesus Christ, people can't get enough of Don Kaito!

-...neither can I, to be fair, but holy frack

-Terasaki-san! The pleaseman!

-Oh?

-Haruka, don't dig through somebody's possessions!

-Oh hey, that's Kohaku Shida's actual birthday, that's a fun detail

-...that's uh, not Yuuki Beppu's birthday, but we'll run with it!

-Aaaand Hifumi Suzuki's too!

-DON KAITO

-WHY WOULD YOU SET IT TO THOSE DATES YOU FOOL

-Do Not Fucking Press This Fucking Button (TM)

-"...okay." <- Totally gonna press that fucking button.

-ENCOURAGE HIM

-Great to see they're getting along, at least!

-Aaaaaaand, we're in trouble.

-All across the city, people felt a shudder.

-Don Kira!

-Ware wa Meshia nari! Ha ha ha!

-Ooooooooh, I don't know if I said this, but I love that look for Kouhei Higuchi, it looks so pretty.

-Ohhhhhh, he took that very cold.

-Man, that there Don Clan seem very short sighted.

-Oh hey Sononi! So uh, bad news, it's possible that Don Killer's gonna cancel the series by turning all the Donbrothers into meat products of various states of overcooked, but I have good news! I happen to know a talent scout for 765 Productions, always looking for new idols! ...we might need to pull some strings to get you a legal identity, but don't worry. I know a guy, just call this number and ask for a new dust filter for a Hoover MaxExtract-

-Ohhhhh, this dude's a fuckboy!

-Speaking of whom, hello Tsubasa! /j

-"Humans can't hurt me. ...also, your girlfriend is literally still comatose."

-Who's that Hitotsu-ki!

-Ohhhh, this one's very easy! It's a Denge-Ki!

-Don Time!

-Ohhhhh, Sononi knows.

-"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT"

-"DON KILLER"

-"DON WHAT NOW"

-To be fair, this isn't that different from how Tarou used to treat the squad (Haruka especially) in the beginning.

-You know it's bad when even Tarou says "fuck this, we're outta here!"

-HKJKHKLHG TSUBASA NOOOOO

-Seems pretty fucked up to make the Donbrothers' executioner look like their boss.

-Holy shit, Tarou :(

-Oh hi, Sonoi.

-Yeah, Sononi didn't help us earlier, thanks for that.

-C'mon Tarou, we don't really need that "Stay out of this" right now.

-Ohhhhhhhh, Don Killer's here.

-Banana Pafa.

-Parufaito!

-Banana Parfaio!

Seems like he's enjoying it.

-...Don Kaito, what the fuck

-Ohhhh, seems like that mustard's causing an error.

-"Sonoi, the council already hates us, do you really wanna risk dying over this?"

-"We are saving our boyfriends and Sonoza's weird annoying manga friend."

-So much for "not attacking" Noto, huh?

-SONOI HJKHL

-De-mustarded.

-True Hero.

-Heeeeey, Kaito. Whatcha doin' there?

-Don Killer-Killer.

-Forever Hero?

-Beep!

-Awwwwww, Jirou loves his dad :)

-Helloooo, Crane Lady!

-Hey, so uh... the Don Clan created another massive mess, turns out. Have you considered helping us out, even a little?

-TSUYOSHI'S WRITING A WILL

-OH WELL FUCK THAT I GUESS, VALOR TME

-...oooooor not.

-"OH FUCK, IT'S KIJINO"

-Two fail men can't fight robots.

-Very nice, Shinichi. I will pass this onto my children.

-Is this Don Killer's "execution" method?

-All in the same god-dang ward.

-Terasaki-saaaaan?

-.

-Ohhh.

-JIROU NO-

-Hey there, Haruka.

-Dyin' sure sucks, huh?

-"Manga, huh? ...How dull. Rejected."

-"No dying unless you draw something worthwhile!"

-Donbura Ko!

-HE BIT THE FUCKING SWORD

-Zenryoku Zenkai!

-...Zettai Zetsubou!

-Barf missiles!

-OH?

-Is that

-S

-Saruhara

-Okay, thanks!

-Guess he's helping us now!

-Don Kira Kira!

-Oh sorry Miss Tamaki, we kinda forgot about you.

-Jirou's getting his crunches in!

-Admirable resolve, Tsuyoshi!

-...agonizing pain though.

-Aesthetics!

-QUE BOM! Ryu So Cool!

-Omikoshi Soul! Kyo! Ryu! Soul! Doul! Kono Kanji! Omikoshi!

-Big Bird!

-Here comes the Big One!

-Guess they're just.

-Fighting forever now!

-Oh god, the Kagome motif

-Hooray, Dad's home!

-J

-Jirou, were you

-Folding a penguin just now?

-SONONI JIROU'S INDICATING SOMETHING REAL WHAT THE FUCK YOU DON'T JUST DROP "Let's run away together, Tsubasa-san!" ON ME AND NOT ACT LIKE THIS ISN'T OVERWHELMING ME

-Absolutely insane episode. In a good way at least, as usual.

[llycaons]

personally I think a magic system should also be dynamic and flexible to be engaging, especially so that fights don't turn into "no, I'm unlocking my HIGHER POWER to defeat you' and just one-upping each other with progressively increasing brute force a la the most uninspired of bleach fights, and probably super saiyan in dbz. having a threatening antagonist and straight-up powerful character is important, but I think a good fight is one where creativity and specificity of powers really matters in outcome. this is something I've really been liking in mistborn's allomancy system - complex, engaging, perfectly suited for exciting fight scenes, and with non-combat applications

this is also why I really love the nen system in hxh. along with nen having all sorts of uses beyond combat, the fighting applications are so variable and unpredictable. a powerful character going against an opponent well-suited to defeating them may well lose. gon going gon-san and absolutely destroying neferpitpu was an exception that came about due to extreme character circumstances, and the all-powerful meruem wasn't even defeated by a nen user but by the cruelty and destructiveness of the human species (and...love?)

anyway, a magic system you can really dig your teeth into is multilayered, offers chances for the characters to improve, has a cost to balance the power it affords users, often has non-combat applications, is unique, and is complex but not overly complicated and therefore easy for an audience to follow. these systems are engaging and (imo) make for fun watching/reading experiences.

something I really disliked about the hero academy show was that the big guy's power was literally 'just being super strong' which is something that bores me to tears, and it's one of the reasons I never cared about a lot of conventional superheroes. the green boy needing to be extremely careful with his stupid unoriginal power because it breaks his literal bones and incapacitates him is one of the only interesting parts of his entire character even tho its SO fucking stupid, like kid, just drop out and become a plumber your world probably needs that WAY more of those 🙄. likewise, bleach is full of unique powers that its massive cast of characters wields, and when they power up they get higher-level expansions of their regular abilities, which admittedly looks sick as HELL but when the protag does it he just gets...really fast. ugh god ichigo you fucking suck so bad

but yeah gon having enhancer abilities doesn't bother me as much because he uses them in a fun way that demonstrateshis character (rock-paper-scissors is a GAME he's a KID). I sometimes wish he got more creative with them, but killua and other characters' powers are so variable and unique it makes for a really fun fight show anyway with incredible choreography

[hewholivesinhisname]

Reaching out to Jews and other thoughts.

I've tried to reach out to a few fellow Jews on here, but they basically ignore me. Figures. Most people are passive aggressive and there's a lot of Jews, let me tell you, they make a real artform out of it. Forming elaborate social structures and the like and then excluding you, then when you end up suffering, they act as if it's your fault.

O, it's god's will, don't you know?

That's the way of the world.

I'm pretty sure that there's a lot of people working together knowingly or unknowingly to hurt me. lots of spying, data gathering, shit like that. I would be totally depressed about it, but I know somewhere deep inside that I'm all-knowing and all-powerful. Whatever evil they throw at me they will pay dearly for.

The poor, the men in particular, you know. they just accept this, the way things are. But there's lots of little rays of hope. The other day on you can't stop progress I saw some guys were attacking some police officers and there's a bunch of abolish the police movements.

Now Daniel, daniel for some reason thinks that a guy like Donald Trump who supports the police who took his kid away from him and ruined is life is a good thing and I don't get it. Why would you support a guy who supports and wants to give a bunch of money to the guys and the justice system which is oppressing you?

For me it's very simple:

The police are my enemy.

Donald Trump is a big police supporter. He must think the police are doing a good job and wants an even bigger police state. so why would I support him. But with Daniel, I dunno, the guy falls for it. He is cheering for the guy who wants to lock him up and separate him from his kid.

I wonder if he'll read this blog and figure out why I don't like Trump which is simply that I think I've figured him out:

He tells the "right" EXACTLY what they want to hear, especially the men. They want a world where they can look up and see some strong powerful patriarchal figure keeping all the "bad guys" in check. Because that's kind of what and how Daniel sees the world. However, the problem is that the entire system is a lie and Daniel himself has been pegged as a bad guy. It's like as if the Joker were voting for batman or something and this has been how it's been with the poor for a very long time which is that they look up and they worship these guys like Trump.

Now, you would expect me to be all ra-ra for religion, but Marx has a point which is that many of the religions really fucking suck in that the masses refuse to go about fighting for what is good and right because they

Anyway, after I'm off this I'm going to go on Bdsmlr and look for #9- Kali. William Ho is 8 and he thinks he is god (he's Kronos btw).....and I guess in a way that he is a god. maybe not the god, but he has some divinity in him. He is a supernetworker and can network with anyone. It can just be a little annoying dealing with him because he got violent with me one time. I get a lot of people who are violent with me. Poor men are inherently seen as the "bad guy" and I think that I have a combination of a lot of traits that make it easy to hate me even though I'm a good person.

People in general do not want a "good person", what they want is to be rich. they want to be like the people above them who abuse them. they are more than a little lost inside. The priests will tell them the basic truth that their purpose is to work together under god, but they kind of tend to try to do anything but that a lot of the time.

If things keep going the way they are going then humanity is going to die off from the robots and AI. William himself is starting an AI company and there's a lot of companies that are replacing people with AI and robots or just starting up tech companies because "that's the future." I'm sure it's a con by Marika. It would be far better if she just admitted that she was controlling the economy and hired everyone, but that's not really the way she goes about things and she's not going to listen to me, at least right now.

So, I should go and finish with that. I could go into what 9 wants. I should, but I'm a little conflicted about it and for good reasons. suffice to say that she basically wants something of a bdsm paradise and that's probably basically close to the truth of the way it should be however I have a lot of grave concerns, especially surrounding children.

I mean, there's just a lot of child abuse out there. a lot. A lot of these secret societies, the guys give in to their sadistic urges and they are constantly raping and abusing their wives and children. Daniel and a lot of other kids are so horribly abused that they actually die a lot and have to be revived. And you know, there's just not a whole lot of societal awareness or anyone really working to do anything to protect these kids either. Neither are they protecting them from the brainwashing in the schools. They just assume that since they are rich kids or whatever that they are protected which is the furthest thing from the truth. And there's a lot of other kids that are victimized in this way too. It's in the schools and especially the churches too and they ESPECIALLY prey upon the young boys.

I don't know about the lesbians, but I suspect there's a bunch of lesbian and witch shit involved too for the young girls that no one wants to talk about either.

Whenever I'm confronted with sex, I feel like I'm confronted with a maze and I'm not quite sure how to navigate it all. I do know that sex is important though and probably a lot of sexual stuff is a lot more harmless than people make it out to be. Philosophically if some woman wants to go and fuck a horse or something, what is the big deal? Maybe she can marry the horse. If a banker goes around and destroys the environment and funds war and impovershes the population and funds prisons and stuff, that banker is causing a whole lot of misery without anyone's consent. I mean, technically maybe taking the loan out is with consent, but since everyone is fucking . With a lot of sex though, a lot of time the end result is the creation of new life, happiness and connection, with a lot of economic activity motivated by selfishness, the end result is completely the opposite and I don't think that it's a big surprise that a "secret" and predatory sexual culture with secret societies is connected to the current system. It's all based on lies, ignorance, obfuscation, victimization and destruction after all.

It's so bad that we don't even have a word for "loving women" or "loving men." You hear misogyny and misandry a lot, but you don't hear gynophelia or androphelia a lot. Why don't we hear that? Anthropophelia would be love of humans I guess. you don't hear that word a whole lot. do you?

Well, back to the Jews. Another word that you don't hear is "pro-semitism" or positivity about the Jews. Just a lot of anti-semitism and the Jews/Israelites in general are doing a lot of good things. they have big families for instance and tend to achieve great things in the secular world. Jews are at the front of social criticism and usually support multiculturalism more than anyone else.

So, even if my family hasn't supported me in many ways I have to support them at least and admit the good things they are doing in general which is a lot. Bernie Sanders, my hero there is Jewish and so are a lot of other great people such as Nietzsche and even Trump.

I want to take over and even though the Jews are technically idolaters since they worship Torah instead of God, you still have to love them for a lot of the things that they do and I need Zionism. Jewish supremacy can be a cloak for my own supremacy and in turn the Jews need things like American Supremacy, White supremacy and Patriarchy to cloak their activity although you also have to have all that identity politics and body/gene critical stuff too because my soul might be born into a black woman or a platypus or something. technically whatever body I'm born into everyone should probably be obeying or at least listening to me.

So, this post has been all over the place, but I guess that's me. lots of love to whoever is actually reading this and may you choose good, especially economic good over evil.

[420movies]

Tangled (2010)

Just lie about Rupunzels birthday?? And she shouldn't even know about the outside world? That brie Larson movie the room or something where the kid escapes in a carpet. When will my life begin?? This is all you know!

If the tower is blocked up how did mother gother get up and down the tower when Rapunzels hair was shorter? Why even teach her the concept of birthdays? Why even teach her how to talk?? Why give her books? Skip the drama stay with mama was so so iconic and ahead of its time. Honestly wow cultural moment it.

Caring about your wanted poster is very One Piece coded.

Did you fancy that horse? I'm sorry what the fuck how dare what how

No but seeing the horse from Tangled is like seeing a god. What he has done for the world and my own mental health cannot be understated. If ever I don't laugh at the horse I am dead. A well isolated tower? This is so easy to find what the fuck. It would definitely be a pokestop or even a gym. Some would say that iron Man Vs Captain America is the best combat fight in modern cinema but it's literally just Rapunzel with the frying pan first meeting Flyn. I refuse to believe that she knows so much about the outside world but doesn't know what a fucking hat is. Kuba thought Rapunzel was Naruto. Why give Rapunzel paint. Packing gothel a very Ghibli lunch.

Not Flyn instantly falling in love with a seventeen year old! Nonce!? Okay she is serving face in that first scene. Yeah what kind of a name is Rapunzel.

How is he not concussed after all of this? Is this whole movie a weird hallucination he's having??

The plan about seeing the lanterns for the crown? Actually genius fair play. She knows she can seduce him in that time too to make him WEAK! Honestly such a queen.

As a rule, the movie tangled as a whole is just like brioche bread.

How does she know that tower is made of bricks and that they can move individualy? Does seeing him get down the tower like that not freak her out? Can only enter or exit with hair. Unless that's how mother gothel did it before? Oh that would make sense but how would she have the upper body strength?

Okay her first reaction to grass is good but how does she even know what grass is?

I'd love to watch mother gothel reacts to tangled. Imagine her seeing Rapunzel escape and she's like no bloody way.

Id love to see a tangled where this plays out. She makes it back from the lanterns and gives the guy the crown back and she just spends the rest of her life sneaking in and out of the tower.

'like a grape' SO ICONIC.

How does she not have hairy legs?? She really is a child ew.

When the horse eats the wanted poster I die.

Can't believe she dropped her basket.

A tangled where mother gothel never found the satchel.

There is no way they animated her hair at the same length in every shot.

One of my favourite breaking into song moments. The hot women that ends up with the ugly guy? Bitch what is wrong with you he is grim as fuck love yourself stop with the charity work.

OPINIONS THAT WILL HAVE YOU LIKE THIS.

Wow too bad Rapunzel was socialised so well. What and how.

Maximus! How dare I forget his name.

HOW DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT SHE CANT LEAVE THE TOWER THATS HER WHOLE THING WE HAVE HAD SONGS

This relationship is so bong soon and her CEO

What conditioner does she use though.

Why would they make a dam there? There is nothing there? They don't need one?

Dying like that fucking sucks. I would panic attack myself to death before drowning

How does she know what drowning is?

He told his dead name way too easy? He was begging for someone to ask him about his name. Let me tell you my TRAGIC backstory I beg of you I'm actually an orphan uwu

Why she gotta sing so slow and smoochy. Get it over with.

You can't tell anyone about this.. she always calls him Eugene and he always responds? He wants it to happen so badly.

Gothels voice though holy shit she has pipes.

No socks with boots?? Red flag.

Animal handling nat 20.

I love when she first goes to the city. This is the whole reason I love this movie. The music and everything. Her moment of wander and pure joy I want it so bad. I want to feel the pure joy she feels. The girls braiding her hair?? My Roman empire

NOT THE DANCING SCENE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The joy and happiness she brings people is so so Tohru Honda.

Maybe I love these characters is because I want to be like them but I'm autistic so I don't know how.

Omg and Rapunzel having two parents that love eachother and both want to find her. Yeah I'm jealous that is a flex

The fact that her parents always set off the first lantern chokes me up man.

THIS SONG NO NO NO

My stomach is flipping I love this song

Cry time.

This song is how I felt when I was in South Korea. This is where I'm meant to be.

Not Flyn saying he's only fallen in love cuz she turned 18 today.

They definitely fucked in that boat with the lanterns imagine the vibe fuck. Okay maybe not with the chameleon there.

How is she going to let one man ruin the best day she's ever had.

That is the fastest death row I have ever seen. Why even bother celling him?

Omg when she sees the patterns it literally so iconic. What cinema.

Bitch opened her third eye.

Rapunzel what are you doing up there? Mother not now I've reached enlightenment.

The moment with the glass breaking to symbolise the illusion of the towers safety breaking for Rapunzel.

How did he not bust his nuts with that landing.

That horse probably getting such a high honour for this undercover mission to save the princess. Oh wait he literally does. I forgot.

HE SAID LET DOWN YOUR HAIR.

See this is what gothel should have done with rapuzel on day one.

Wait heal him but have him chained up so he'll die slower of starvation.

HIM CUTTING HER HAIR OFF WAS SO SO BASED. WHAT A MAN OH MY GOD.

Gothels deaths keeps up with the older Disney princess tradition of all evil mother deaths must be scary as fuck.

You were my new dream. Iconic I should get a tattoo. No Disney adults are something else what an ick.

Would love to see a Tangled 2 Disney straight to DVD where we see that her kids have inherited her powers! Blonde hair too!

IMAGINE HOW THAT FEELS AS A PARENT! How they did this scene with no talking was genius on Disney's part. I mean what would they even say to each other. How the queen pulled him into the hug too 😭

The ugly guy and his hottie no no no

Yes Max with the promotion.

The lanterns in the day as opposed to the night! They aren't lighting up the night to look for her! They're sending them up in celebration they don't need them for their light! Just aesthetic.

This credit song pops off

[prettytanuki]

ep01 of Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou Deshita

New season, new isekai trash to watch! Spoilers (and ranting) below.

So the protagonist is a neet who spends his days on his bed fiddling with his smartphone? Okay, this doesn't look promising...

What the... that's it? He just... stared at the phone too hard and died? The fuck?

*boing*

Congratulations!

*boing*

I hate this anime already.

She actually says he will be reincarnated. Like he didn't get sucked into the smartphone. He actually fucking died staring at the screen.

She just gives him a cheat skill and reincarnates him. Why? Did I miss a page? Why is she doing this? He didn't even die in a truck collision saving anyone! HE WAS JUST BEING A LAZY BUM IN HIS FUCKING BED AND DIED??? AT LEAST HAVE HIM SAVE SOMEBODY SO HE DESERVES IT??? What about all the other people who don't get a second chance? You know what, this goddess is a bitch. I hate gods like this.

HE ISN'T EVEN SORRY JESUS CHRIST

*inhales*

Okay so he's the son of the king and the hero... ine. On top of a cheat skill he's royalty. Okay.

A The 8th son? Are you kidding me? reference? Are you kidding me? That anime came out 3 years ago. This is officially some zoomer shit.

Template magic measurement. Crystal ball with numbers, seriously? Oh god, it's another one of those weak guy is actually strongest, okay, fine, the title gives it away anyway.

I like that the king AND THE QUEEN are in sync with the whole infanticide plan. This couple sounds way more interesting to watch than the protagonist. Why don't they just kill the mc here and we continue the story about them trying to make a second baby or something?

Jesus christ the gods are screen addicts too... oh, so he's level 1002. 1000 AND TWO. And it shows as 02 because the crystal ball only displays two digits. I can only imagine the author thought he had a genius idea at first with this digit idea until he realized if the goddess made the mc level 1000 it would show as 00/00 instead. ALSO WHY THE SLASH??? IT FITS 4 DIGITS THERE JUST FINE!

"Magic is really easy."

Fuck you, cheater.

He just made himself fly with "barrier magic" what kind of bullshit is this.

And it's a fight.

Oh so the barrier magic actually works like a barrier I was worried there for a second.

And it has no attack power, which is g...

That's not a barrier, dude. That's... that's not a barrier. That's telekinesis. THAT'S

NOT

A

FUCKING

BARRIER

DUDE!!!!

Fuck's sake he lifted the earth with that thing.

The wolf talks, because why not. So this is a monster that will become his companion, the same way it happens in basically every other isekai anime...?

The fact the mc can't speak is interesting. There are some isekai the mc can't understand isekai language but it's not often he needs to talk and is too young to be able to.

HOW ABOUT A WHAT??? DID SMARTPHONE DEATH FRY YOUR BRAINS KIDDO THAT'S NOT WHAT A BARRIER DOES!!!

And it just worked...

They have a conversation, and instead of confessing he's a loser, he confessed he's... the demon king. Why not just say you're a prince. You know you could say that, right?

Why the wolf is so chill about getting killed?

He just got in a contract with the demon wolf by accident.

You were naked a second ago............

HE MADE CLOTHING OUT OF BARRIER

CLOTHING OUT OF BARRIER

Normally I get something isn't for me but there's someone out there who might like it but who the hell thinks this breeding joke is funny? This whole misunderstanding part is so bad :(

HE MADE A PHONE OUT OF BARRIER

MY GOD THERE IS NOTHING "BARRIER" ABOUT THIS AT ALL

If Senku saw this he would have an aneurysm.

A warrior came for the baby. Is he trying to make sure the mc is dead? Did the king change his mind?

Fellas, contrary to popular belief, jojo references are not funny. Please do not put jojo references in everything just because you're a jojo fan. Everyone is a jojo fan. Being a jojo fan doesn't make you special.

Oh, he came save the baby.

I see, so he intends to raise the mc in place of his unborn child.

Why is this necessary, the baby was literally left to die in a forest full of demons...

Why have they? Why only nine??? There is no good answer for these questions.

Literally abusing the kindness of others. This is just NEET 2.0.

How does this...

Gets you this...

She literally said "a boy her age."

How would she even know... this was funny tho.

Why does he suck at social interactions after 9 years reborn. Dude really NEETed all the way through. This is just sad. I don't want to watch this. I want to watch Tanjirou being a badass.

Why this mfer who spends all his time holed up thinks he can "leave the nest." This doesn't even make sense from a NEET perspective.

STOP

PLEASE

STOP

This has ah fuck it

This guy is really putting avoiding all personal responsibility to a whole new level.

Sword fighting? Is he going to make a sword out of barrier, too?

He actually was about to say he just wanted to be a hikineet, jesus christ...

He calls him dad. That's cute.

what the shit is this, man...

he forgot to put a barrier on the sword...

so the sword broke...

what...

Why did it leave a hole if it's just a barriER THAT"S NOT HOW BAR... GOD DAMN IT

At least dad noticed it instead of being blind and stupid like they usually are.

Was the high jump really necessary?

STOP WITH THIS LEVEL BULLSHIT

IT'S CRINGE

STOP

THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE

CANT DODGE UNDER LEVEL 30? JUST MOVE UR DAMN BODY DAMN IT!

JESUS!

Oh, so at least the mc figured something was wrong.

hahaha very funny. So this is why it was 1002 and not just 102. Not worth it.

ALSO WHAT THE FUCK IS A MIJA'S CRYSTAL MADE OUT OF BARREIR DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE JUST BECAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE BACKGROUND?????????????????????

Why did he decide to make it 3 digits just make it 4 digits also those are actually 6 digits why the slash it's the same damn 3 digits twice save space will you and look at how large they are is it because he spent too long playing with a smart phone if it was a PC MMO player none of this would have happened

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つPRAISE HELIX༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

WAIT NO WHAT THE F

Dropped.

Please don't watch this.

[likeastarstar]

Boredom, Disinterest, & Intimidation.

Summary: Jungkook's in that suit and he's bored and you're not impressed by much...except for him. and then you fuck him in a public restroom.

(A/N: WARNING! SMUT AHEAD! for the anon requesting striped suit jk...I got severely carried away this is so much longer than I intended...feedback is appreciated.)

masterlist.

You weren't impressed by much.

Men were too boring to be impressive most of the time. They watered their personalities down, made themselves too accessible to be deemed worth it for your effort. Basically, you thought you were better than most of them. Your friends said you should lower your standards or risk being forever alone, but you didn't really understand why that was such a bad thing. At least you liked your own company, preferring to fly solo most of the time.

That's what you were doing at the event you were at, a networking thing that your company sent you to in order to make connections in different industries your CEO was interested in. You were the go-to for this sort of thing, where you had to be coy and work a room with no commitment.

You stared at the glass in your hand, wondering how many flutes of champagne the woman standing next you had consumed. She swayed off beat to the instrumental music playing and you couldn't help but guess that it wasn't a lack of rhythm that was causing it. Someone called your name and you lifted your gaze, falling on a bulky looking man with a kind smile. You recognized him as the PR connection your company had, one who was in charge of not only your own company but several larger clients in the entertainment industry. You smiled at him easily, floating over to where he was.

"Let me introduce you to my friends, they're in the music industry." He said pleasantly, gesturing to the group of men standing beside him.

You scanned the group neutrally, recognizing them instantly. Of course you knew who they were. You wondered why you were being introduced to them but soon connected the dots when you heard they were looking to explore the possibility of expanding their tour set-ups, primarily in the technology area, an aspect your company could help with. The tallest man did most of the speaking, his warm smile and easy going humor making it easy to see why countless people were in love with him. Your eyes stuck on another member of the group however, one standing towards the back with an uninterested look on his face.

While the rest of the men looked towards you eagerly when you spoke about previous experiences with audio and performance oriented tech expansions, he stared off to the side with his hands in his pockets. You studied his figure- black and grey striped suit tailored to a tee, skimming the length of his lean body. Straight shoulders, thin waist, legs for days- his proportions were scientifically perfect. His hair was gelled and neatly parted, jet black matching the inky color of his eyes. Everything about him was unapproachable, from the bored purse of his lips to the eyebrow piercing that reflected the light in a sort of warning. Another one of the group began saying something, sparking his attention.

His eyes flickered to you, flying over you at first and then doubling back to study you more closely. He frowned slightly, blinking a couple times before realizing you were staring back at him, refusing to look away.

"Seems like they're about to start the dinner, where are you seated?" Someone asked you, causing you to tear your eyes from his.

You just happened to be seated across from the man in the striped suit, who's name you had heard a couple times but had forgotten since you didn't personally pay attention to things like that. You ignored him and the way he slouched over in his chair, pushing his hips forwards with his neck stretched to the side so his head could rest back on the chair, watching the rest of the room out of the corner of his eye as if he couldn't be bothered to interact with it himself. He was distractingly handsome, chiseled jaw cutting a sharp line through space.

You started a conversation with a woman to your left who ran a charity organization or something, the details weren't really sticking in your mind since a certain someone had decided instead of zoning out, he'd zero in on you with total focus. You turned your head slowly towards him when you couldn't take the tension you felt from seeing his gaze locked on you out of the corner of your eye anymore, the knot of anticipation only tightening when you noted his smirk.

"Do you normally stare at people?" You asked in a flat tone.

"No," He said simply. "I actually make it a point not to make eye contact with people at these sorts of things. I'm making an exception."

He leaned forward in his chair, face tilted slightly so he was looking up at you through his eyelashes. You resisted the urge to squirm in your chair- this wasn't you. You didn't get intimidated easily, you were the one doing the intimidation usually. He rolled his broad shoulders back, sitting up straight as if to let you get a better look at him.

"Don't bother," You quipped.

"Aren't you bored?" He asked, a slightly surprised expression breaking the air of neutrality around him. "Don't you want to do something fun?"

"I'm working, I don't worry about having fun while I'm on the clock." You said, rolling your eyes before refocusing on the conversation you were having before as the appetizers were served. He was right though, things like this were incredibly boring. Rarely did you ever have fun at company events. You thanked the waiter, words hitching slightly when you felt a stiff shoe glide by your heeled foot, an ankle hooking around yours brashly. You blinked and looked back towards the man in the striped suit, a neutral expression on his face other than slight lift of his eyebrow, the silver hardware of his piercing sparkling. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to resist saying anything, trying to stop the heat pooling towards your lap.

You looked away quickly and he laughed, it's charming silvery tone ringing in your ears in a way that only distracted you further. You pushed your foot against his unconsciously, rolling your ankle around his as you carried on listening to the conversation around. It wasn't until he pulled away from you, touch ripped away that you realized you had been so forward with your actions. You watched him rise out of his chair, body limber and lean, looking down at you with a menacing intensity. He quirked his eyebrow again and you watched him stalk off towards were you knew the bathroom of the restaurant to be.

Even his walk was distracting, the way his shoulders rolled, hands swinging slightly, practically gliding across the room.

"What were you saying?" The woman next to you asked, tapping on your shoulder.

"I," You started, still staring off in the direction he disappeared to. "I was saying that...You know, I actually will be right back, I have to make a phone call."

You got up quickly before you really knew what you were doing, pushing through the waiters still trying to serve the large room full of VIPs. You passed the hallway to the bathroom when a hand snaked out and yanked you to the side, a now familiar pair of eyes staring down at you.

"I thought you didn't want to have fun?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

"I'm making an exception," You mocked, repeating his words from earlier before kissing him brashly.

His lips were soft on yours, tongue fighting against yours for control of the kiss almost instantly. His hands smoothed down your body and pushed you into the bathroom, ass pressing against the countertop. You matched his ferocity, biting down on his lip and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you. He lifted you onto the countertop, hands still kneading any part of you he could get his hands on. His hand settled on the jut of your hip, breath panting out as he moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin there.

"Don't fucking leave a mark," You snapped, words venomous despite your hands pulling him between your knees. You hooked your legs around his figure, sighing as he pushed a sleeve of your dress off your shoulder and bit down on the space of your skin that was previously covered, laving over the spot with tongue.

"I'll be careful," he promised, "No one will see. My name's Jungkook, by the way."

You felt a lick of heat in the pit of your stomach, something animalistic that told you to keep going, ask for more, demand it from him. You didn't bother telling him your name and he didn't ask for it, pushing a hand up your dress instead. His hand rubbed circles on your skin and you realized he had rings on, cool metal pressing into the flesh of your thigh. Your brain felt like it was fizzing out, dial tones going off instead of coherent thoughts. God, why did his hands feel so good on your body? Why was he such a good kisser? What cologne was he wearing?

"Tell me to stop," He dared, pulling his lips off of you. He rested his forehead on the top of your shoulder, hand freezing in place. You said nothing, watching instead as he tilted his head back up to you with a surprised expression.

"Don't," You mumbled, voice so quiet you'd think he didn't hear you if he didn't smile at you. It wasn't a smirk this time, not a sly little expression, no cockiness in sight. He looked...sweet. Pretty. His eyes were sparkly and his cheeks fluffed up when he smiled like this, nose crinkling slightly. You felt your heart pang and wondered what the fuck was happening to you- who the hell was this guy?

"You wanna get fucked by a stranger in a random bathroom?" He grinned, going back to the cocky motherfucker you had known all night. He stood to his full height, hand still kneading into your skin as he gazed down at you, eyes catching on your parted lips. He tilted his head and leaned in, stopping just shy of contact. You skated a hand down his body, pressing fingertips against the firm abs you could outline under the silky material of his shirt, smiling slightly when you heard his breathing stop as you dragged your palm over the crotch of his pants, outlining his hard cock with your fingernail and wrapping your hand over it. You squeezed lightly, feeling Jungkook's fingers push up your leg and pull your panties to the side, "You're interesting." He mumbled, frowning slightly.

"No, I'm not," You said flatly, just before he dragged a finger through your folds. You breathed in sharply, feeling him brush past your clit and press down lightly, hips bucking up slightly. He thrust two fingers in you suddenly and you moaned. Jungkook kissed you, muffling your noises of need with his mouth on yours. Your back arched up to him, mind completely blank as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Slow-"

"No, fast." He grunted, "Gotta open your tight little pussy up if you want my cock. You do want my cock, right baby?"

You kissed him desperately, feeling his fingers split and scissor inside of your pussy, his thumb rubbing into your clit in rough motions. Nothing about what he was doing to you was gentle or soft, pushing you, stretching your limits, teasing you where he could.

"Yeah," You nodded, "Yeah, I want you to fuck me."

Your breathing became labored and you felt your chest heave as he curled his fingers, looking for a certain spot until a jab of his fingers had you spasming. He kissed you still, smirking against your lips as he angled his fingers to hit the same spot over and over until he had you cumming around his hands, wrapped around his finger like a cute little bow, willing and able to do anything he wanted you to. He was staring at you again, inky eyes locked on your face, scanning your expression as you came like he was trying to memorize it. He pulled his hand away too quickly, taking your panties with him.

Jungkook tucked your now ruined lace panties in his suit pocket and gazed at you, grinning as he unzipped his pants, "Okay, I'm gonna fuck you now."

"Okay," You said weakly, feeling your pussy spasm around nothing.

He shuffled closer to you, standing in between your legs as he pumped his cock. You peered down, wanting to see what his cock looked like before it entered you. Shit- he was huge. Maybe he should've used another finger. You watched him reach in his wallet and pull out a condom, tearing it open quickly before rolling it over his cock. You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing how much this was about to sting.

"What? Nervous? Wanna stop?" Jungkook asked, tilting your head back up to look at him with a finger underneath your chin.

You locked eyes with him, eyes warm and inviting. His lips were flushed pink and had some of your lipgloss smudged on them, cheeks flushed and a glow on his skin. He was really pretty like this. He was just pretty in general. No, you definitely didn't want to stop.

"No," You said simply, "I want you."

He smiled and nodded shortly, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in with one smooth motion, "What pretty girl wants, pretty girl gets."

You laughed shakily, leaning into the slight burn of his cock splitting you open, "Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want," He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before starting to move his hips, cock pulling and pushing against your pussy walls. "Shit- you feel really fucking good around me."

You moaned at his words, feeling his hips snap back, pulling his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in. You were glad you were sitting on the countertop, you weren't sure your legs were working at the moment, curled tightly around Jungkook's body. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling your dress up and out of the way so he could watch your pussy take him, liking the wet noises that came along with how turned on you were.

"So wet, you have a crush on me or something?" He joked, laughing in a dry sort of way. You rolled your eyes and gripped a hand over his bicep, digging your nails into the muscle there underneath his suit jacket.

His thrusts quickened and he released one of your hips to slip his fingers around where your pussy was stretched around his cock, rubbing the folds there, adding stimulation that ripped the air from your body, making your head spin, body beginning to float away to nothingness.

"You're so fucking sexy," You moaned, gazing at him and the look of total concentration on his face as he fucked you into the bathroom countertop. His brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his face, pink tongue sticking out between his lips slightly. There was no way there was another guy on the planet like him- no one was this attractive.

You saw him blush and look up towards you nervously, suddenly shy to make eye contact, "Yeah? Y-you are too."

It was your time to smirk, rolling your body onto his. You felt his fingers latch onto your clit, rubbing incessantly. You clenched your pussy around him and he groaned, keening over and smashing his face into the crook of your neck, breath stuttering. He changed his pace suddenly, rolling his hips onto yours with an even faster speed you didn't know was possible. He was precise, pushing on the sensitive spot in your pussy with his fingers on your clit matching, pulsing, squeezing, tugging sharply.

"Your pussy felt so good cumming around my fingers," He mumbled against your skin, "Wanna feel it around my cock too, can you do that for me?"

"Okay, only because you asked so nicely." You smiled, feeling his hand squeeze your side in response. He bit down on the same spot of your shoulder he did earlier and that was it- you were unraveling around him in an uncontrollable way. You whined out his name over and over, triggering his own release as his hips finally faltered, shoving against yours for the last time. He stilled in you, moaning against your skin in that silvery tone that rang out like a bell in your ears. You felt him empty into the condom that separated yourself from him, feeling oddly angry that he had worn one to begin with.

You had just gotten fucked hard and were already wondering what it would feel like to have him do it again without a condom, what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cum. You squeezed around him unintentionally, getting turned on again at the thought. He winced, feeling oversensitive and pulled out of you slowly. His hands were shaking slightly, pulling off the condom and tying it closed before throwing it away in the trashcan.

You pulled your dress down as you caught your breath, floating back down to earth. Your eyes fell on the clock- you had been gone for 20 minutes.

"I should've been back at the table already," You noted, staring at the clock.

Jungkook tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his appearance, frowning at the mirror, "I should've kept fucking you for longer."

You laughed and ran a hand through your hair, "Maybe I should just go home- it'll be suspicious if we both go back at this point and I've made enough conversation for the night."

Jungkook stood in front of you, looking too happy but otherwise rid of all evidence of being freshly fucked, "Give me your number at least, I want to see you again."

You pursed your lips and debated it for a moment, staring at the hopeful look on his face. Normally, you'd say no. But something about him...

"Fine," You said nonchalantly. "But don't expect anymore exceptions from me. I'm hard work."

"I'm okay with that," He grinned, pulling his phone out quickly.

You really hoped that he was because he officially impressed you.

[strangelysamantha]

Hi! Can I request a jj x reader where they’re dating but have a massive fight right before a kegger so they’re ignoring each other all night. And then during the party her drink gets spiked and jj and the others take her home and look after her. Then the next morning jj is crying and apologising for not looking out for her. Thanks

scared for you ☆

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, spiking of drinks, blacking out, verbal arguments.

words: 2,649.

summary: when a fight breaks out between you and jj, he can’t help but be petty and ignore you. this causes you to be left alone at a kegger.

request? yes, and my requests are still open!

a/n: hi hi hi, more stories coming tonight! thanks for the request, and if you enjoyed please like and comment! i appreciate it. they/them pronouns are used for the reader. <3

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“jj, why are you so upset?” you questioned jj, and he hesitated, before finally speaking up. “really? why am i upset?” you nod, waiting for his response, but he doesn’t continue. you roll your eyes, “yes. why are you so upset?” you continue tying your shoes, preparing yourself for the kegger that already started thirty minutes ago. “i wasn’t that upset, but the fact you don’t even know why i’m mad just annoys me more.” he looks away from you, avoiding eye contact. you look up at him. “are you serious? you can’t just tell me what i did?” he stays silent.

you finally stand up, standing in front of him. his eyes look down at you, “i’m upset because you blew me off, claiming you had a family issue.” you frown. “j, i did have a family issue.” he shakes his head as if to say he didn’t believe you. “you really don’t trust or believe me?” he shrugs. “no i don’t fucking trust you, especially after all the shit you’ve done.”

“are you fucking kidding me? it really was a family issue. i should be the one upset here since you don’t even believe me.” he crosses his arms together. “you believe you should be the one upset?” he questions. you scoff, “yes! you don’t believe me, and you are blowing this whole situation up.” you try to continue but he interrupts you, “i’m not blowing anything up, stop acting like this is all on me. god, you are the one being secretive and shit.” you frown, “instead of automatically getting angry, why don’t you talk to me about it?” he shakes his head. jj storms off not answering you, the door slamming shut behind him.

you sit in silence, trying to even understand what had just happened since it all happened so fast. you contemplate going to the kegger alone, finally deciding to go. you assumed that jj would be going, and you thought it would be best to try and go so you could fix what just happened as soon as possible.

jj had left you, and he took the car. luckily, the beach wasn’t too far, and you could easily walk. you walked for about five minutes before you arrived. you eagerly search around, trying to find any familiar faces but you fall short. you didn’t recognize anyone around you. you approach the party closer, having people occasionally greet you, but none you were genuinely close too.

you see jj hanging out with john b and pope. you smile softly, glad that he was here instead of doing something reckless. you look over at him, and he looks at you, before immediately redirecting his eyes. jj had made a vow to himself that he would ignore you tonight. he didn’t want to blow up on you, but the biggest reason was he just didn’t want to talk to you anymore. you frown at the realization. since jj was ignoring you, you decided to do the same. you walk towards a small group of people, randomly introducing yourself.

they applaud you on your boldness, immediately letting you inside their small group. “so what are you up to?” a guy with brunette hair smirked at you. you smile, “i’m just here.” you shrug, not entirely sure what you were actually doing at a kegger, practically alone. usually if you went somewhere where you had no one to hang out with, you would leave. today was different though. you avoided looking at jj, and jj did the same. his eyes never even looked your way, too focused on john b’s lame attempts of trying to flirt with sarah.

the group you settled yourself into was slowly dying down. one girl in particular decided she had enough and headed home, her girlfriend going with her. the other two guys left, going farther down the beach to play football. that left you alone with the brunette guy, and his best friend. you hadn’t drank anything, not wanting to have a horrible hangover.

“are you sure you don’t want us to get you a drink? i mean, it would seriously loosen you up, and you could possibly get your mind off your current issues.” the brunette smiled, you had actually become his acquaintance. you bite your lip slightly, thinking. “i mean sure. why not.” you laugh slightly and he chuckles, “right on. i’ll be back.” you nod, watching him walk away.

his other friend smiled down at you, “are you from around here?” you nod. “yeah, what about you?” he smiles, “just here for a trip. we are actually heading back home tomorrow morning.” you frown. “ah, that sucks. did you enjoy your time here?” you ask, making conversation. he nods. “pretty fun town. the water was the best part. the ocean view was always so beautiful.” you nod at his response, silence falling over the two of you.

his friend came back, three solo cups in his hand. “cheers, to your guys on the last day.” you take the red solo, clinging it with theirs. “cheers.” they say together. you bring the drink to your lips, swallowing it. “it was so-.” your mind became clouded, and you couldn’t even think about what you were trying to say. “guys?” your eyes widened as your voice felt hoarse. your mind felt empty, and confusion washed over you. before you knew it, your eyes were closing, and your body began to feel limp and light. the last thing you heard were the two boys laughing. “too easy.”

the boys held you up, grabbing you by the waist. whispering amongst themselves while they carried you to their car. before they even made it halfway, john b stopped them. “what are you two doing?” he stared at you, limp in his arms. his heart hurt seeing you like this. he stared as they stood in front of him, silent. pope joined john b, “what is going on?” popes eyes set on you, anger boiling inside of him. “oh you know man, just had too much to drink.” john b shakes his head. “no. we know them. they hardly ever drink.” the boys raise their eyebrows, “is that so?” john b nods, walking towards them. “who even are you? never seen you before. and since i don’t know you, that leads me to believe that they don’t know you either.” the boys glanced at each other for a moment. “your right. we don’t know them.” they swiftly push you into john b, john b falling back at the sudden movement.

the culprits ran towards their car, hopping in and driving off. john b held you up, pope joining in, making it easier to lift you. john b looked at pope, pope already thinking the same thing. “how the hell are we going to tell jj?” pope shook his head. “let’s just get them back to your house. then we can think of ways to break the news to jj.” john b nodded in agreement. john b and pope carried you to the twinkie, pope getting in the front seat, john b held you close to make sure you still had a pulse and they hadn’t done anything yet. “they are knocked out for sure.” john b spoke up.

“it’ll be a few hours before they even have a chance of waking up.” john b frowns, he just wanted you to wake up now so he knew you were actually okay. once pope had made it to john b’s house, the two of them carried you inside, placing you on jj’s bed. you laid limp on the bed, the two boys watching you in horror. “shit! reposition them! that looks so uncomfortable!” pope scrambled to the bed, immediately straightening you out. he took your shoes off, placing them at the end of the bed. pope took the blankets, tucking you inside the bed.

“are you ready pope?” john b looked at pope, seeing his eyes widened. “what do you mean, are you ready pope?! i’m not calling jj!” pope glanced at john b, bewildered. john b rolled his eyes. “fine but i’m putting it on speaker.” pope nods, patiently waiting for john b to grab his phone.

john b dials jj’s number. it rings twice before jj answers. “yo john b! what’s up.” john b frowns. “jj, you know how you left the party?” pope sighs while he watches this whole situation unravel. “yeah, i wanted to get out of there. i couldn’t stand watching everything, well y'know.” jj laughed, “so glad i left though. i’m doing good.” pope interrupted him. “john b! just tell him already.” jj stopped, “pope? tell me what?” jj held his breath, waiting. his mind was spiraling with every bad thing that could have happened.

“uhm. jj it’s bad. pope and i, we were at the beach. we noticed these two boys… and they drugged-.” before john b could even say your name, jj cut him off. “no.” pope rolled his eyes, seeing jj immediately shut john b down. “no, guys. this isn’t funny. you can’t say this shit as an attempt for me to come home.” john b groaned, slamming his hand on the kitchen table. “jj! will you stop with the shit! this isn’t a joke bro. that would be fucked up.” jjs breath gets caught in his own throat. “you mean…?” john b frowns, “yeah.” jj immediately hangs up, getting ready to go to john b’s house.

when jj arrives, john b and pope give him the rundown on what had happened. they decided to wait to invite kiara, since she had to work. jj slowly walked to his room, scared of what he would see. when he saw you, passed out on his bed, his heart shriveled up. water glistened in his eyes. he couldn’t help but blame himself. he wasn’t there for you. he didn’t protect and watch after you.

he immediately leaves the room, pulling pope and john b into a hug. “thank you. thank you for protecting them when i couldn’t.” john b frowned. “jj- you can’t put this on yourself.” pope nodded. “how could you have known?” jj shakes his head. “i should have been there, i should have stayed.” john b smacks him on the side of his head. “get your shit together jj.” jjs mouth opens in shock. “this isn’t the time for you to spiral. you need to go in there. wait for them to wake up, and you need to make sure they are okay.” jj nods, heading to his room.

jj hated seeing you like this. he sat on a chair in the corner of his room. occasionally checking your pulse to make sure you were still with him. he prepared you water, and was already thinking of what he should make you for breakfast. at around four am, jj had fallen asleep. he didn’t mean to, in fact he wanted to stay awake so he could be there for you when you woke up.

jj woke up at seven am, he immediately looked over at you, seeing you in the same position, and still asleep. his heart hurt. john b and pope weren’t there to ground him, so his thoughts took over. how could he leave you alone? how could he even let this happen? why was he fighting with you in the first place? was it really worth it? these questions continued to invade his mind. he couldn’t hold back the tears as he was silently sobbing in the corner of the room.

the outer banks sun was shining through jj’s thin window curtains. you stirred, waking up. when you were fully awake, you heard faint crying. this caused you to turn your head to see what was going on. “jj?” you frown, seeing him in such a distressed state. you immediately sit up, and become light headed. you didn’t know exactly what had happened. the last place you remembered you had been was at the beach, but somehow you woke up in jj’s bed. you smile, hopeful that jj wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“jj?” you say once more, louder so he could hear you. his head turns towards you. his face was stained with tears, his hair wild as you assumed he ran his hands through it multiple times. before you could ask any questions, he’s already bombarding you. “are you okay? do you remember anything?” you shake your head, your mind going back to last night. “the last thing i remember is going to a kegger, and meeting a group of people because you were ignoring me.”

he stayed silent. he was right. he was the reason, he- “jj? what’s on your mind? was it your dad again?” you frown. your arm reaches out to cup his face. he pulls you into a hug. “no. not my dad. last night… uh.” he pulled away, giving you some space. “last night you were drugged.” your eyes widened. “what?” the tears began to fall from his eyes once again. “look. i’m so sorry. i should have been there for you. i could have prevented this. i’m so sorry. i didn’t want this to happen to you. if only i had stayed, if i was there i would have punched those two guys in the jaw.” his eyes shut, you take your hand to wipe away his tears.

“jj. it’s okay. nothing happened to me, did it?” you wait, slightly scared at what his response would be. “no. nothing happened, john b and pope saved you in time.” you nod, relieved. “jj. i’m okay. nothing happened to me, please. john b and pope saved me. it's not something you should work yourself up about.” he slowly nods, not entirely agreeing. you open your arms, hugging him. “okay. i was really scared for you.” you frown at his words. “jj-,” he cuts you off. “i just… i can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if john b and pope weren’t there.” you shake your head. “you can’t think about that. jj, im here. i'm fine, we are okay. we shouldn’t think about the past, it’ll only make matters worse.”

he listens, a frown still hung on his lips. “okay. well i want to make you a special breakfast!” your eyebrows lift at jj, “you?” he smiles, and you continue. “you want to make breakfast?” he nods, “yes!” you stare at him, “okay. sure.” you get entirely out of bed, his hand immediately finding your waist to ensure you were steady. “first let's get you changed.” he pulls a t-shirt of his from his closet, and a pair of shorts you’ve left over. he hands you the clothes before turning around to let you change.

you put the outfit on, handing him your outfit from yesterday. he puts them in the dirty laundry hamper, walking you to the kitchen. you watch amused, seeing jj pull out a bunch of different ingredients and spices. “what are you trying to make?” he turns around, shocked that you even have to ask him. “duh, i’m making us pancakes.” he smiles up at you, as he holds the carton of milk. “oh right. okay. i’ll let you do that then.” john b walks out of his room, joining the two of you in the kitchen.

“why are you guys so loud when it’s literally eight in the morning?” you laugh, “hey!” you call out to him and he jumps at your loud voice. “what?” you stand up, pulling him into a hug. “thank you.” he smiles. “i’m glad you are okay. we are always going to be by your side, regardless if we are all fighting or not.” you nod. your attention from john b shifts to jj, seeing him as he is dancing around the kitchen with a bowl in his hand. “oh. jj is cooking?” john b smiled, “this will be good.” you nod in agreement, “definitely.”