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[liqhtenup]

Assassin's Fate - chapter 6

FINALLY

it's been ages fitz keeps himself kilometers away from the fool.

even if it's actually nothing to what we could have had before, i jumped of joy when i read that.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

hiiii

i have a request that may be a little angst but you can add fluff

reader wanting to commit to her relationship with eddie,she sees him as her husband and father of her kids and doesn’t like being in a relationship being for fun and games. She hesitates opening the idea of marriage to eddie since he’s openly talked about how he doesn’t want to get married in fear that his marriage might end up like his parents’. While reader tries to respect that decision and move on she knows she can’t hide it any longer. Corroded coffin gets signed to a major label which means leaving to another state and they throw a high party in celebration, reader disappears towards the end of the party and is then greeted by nancy,robin,and steve asking her if she’s alright and she breaks right there and then.

How do you think this story would end?

I think Eddie would overhear because he would worry where his girl had gone.

He would ask the reader about it as soon as they were home. She would explain why she didnt tell him and an argument would ensue.

Eddie is still too frightened to think about marriage due to his parents and won't budge.

This causes the reader to admit finally that will never work in the long run because they want different things.

Eddie is hurt and angry and lashes out telling her to get out and she leaves.

Maybe a few days or a week or so later both the reader and Eddie are miserable without each other, even Eddie cant enjoy the success of Corroded Coffin properly because all he can think about is his girl.

Dustin and Wayne would be integral for Eddie to open up and explain his fears about marriage and both would urge him to find the reader and admit why he is so hesitant.

"Yn ain't your mother and you're certainly not your father son, they didn't make it work because they were a bad match, selfish and only cared about themselves"

"I've seen the way you and yn are together and you've been in love with girl since you first met, you'll make it work my boy, you are nothing like your parents"

At this point Eddie begins to think about marriage seriously. He could do off and live the rockstar life but would that make him happy?

No.

He wants his girl by his side and wants to spend the rest of his life with her, she's his best friend and he cant think of anything more fucking perfect than growing old with her.

He agrees to discuss his fears with yn and seriously begins to plan a proposal with the help of Dustin, Wayne, all his friends, the band, etc.

Before the proposal, he finds yn and admits all of his fears to her and they have a long overdue conversation.

Then he tells her he has a surprise for her and to come with him to the place they first met which is in the woods at Hawkins high.

In the little clearing where they met, he has candles set up, and rose petals scattered across the floor, and as yn stares at it all in wonder that's when he gets down on one knee and proposes.

Of course, she says yes ;) 💖

Oops, I kinda just wrote the entire plot 👀😋🤣

[illuminatedjoy]

Here's the post. I'm updating it a bit since I'm sharing it again. I'm going to try to explain why some people prefer to hc Chihiro as MtF or nonbinary and I'll try to be as clear as possible. It's not exhaustive, of course some people might give different reasons. For the record, I myself read Chihiro as either "nonbinary but doesn't know what that means because of the culture they live in" or "a trans girl who is really self-loathing about it and needs all the therapy." I don't tend to like interpretations that just ignore Chihiro's characterization and past, but I think some people do ignore large chunks of it to see the character the way they want to. Which, is fine, as long as they aren't forcing that on others. People will see what they want to see, and this is a fictional character, not a real person.

-Chihiro's story is steeped in trans experiences. Being forcibly outed, finding the courage to open up to someone you think you can trust, being betrayed because of that, and even having your gender reassigned after death without your consent are all things that can happen to us. Intentional or not, Chihiro's story is basically a trans nightmare from start to finish.

-The writing around Chihiro's gender has aged incredibly poorly. If the writers knew more about trans people and how to write about them, they could have found a more compassionate way to write the character they wanted to write, even while keeping Chihiro a cis boy, if that's what they want. It would also help if Danganronpa had some canon trans-positive characters, at least one or two. That would show they understand and value us enough to be included in their story... but no, that never happened.

-The writers take for granted that trying to be a man is the best thing for Chihiro. We never actually get to see if this is true, because Chihiro's arc ends with coming out and dying. Even in other DR media, Chihiro's arc always ends with coming out. If they actually bothered writing Chihiro successfully detransitioning and being happier as a result, it would be easier for people like me to take the canon seriously. What we get instead is that Chihiro would be happier if they didn't have to hide- but that could also mean being openly trans, not detransitioning.

-Looked at symbolically, Chihiro's arc is about facing down anxiety, expressing authenticity, and trying to be the best version of yourself you can be. Especially when the whole thing is presented in the context of opening up about your gender identity, of course trans people resonate with the character.

-So far, I've mostly looked at the story structure and tropes, so it's time to talk about Chihiro's personality and life experiences. Chihiro seems to think passing themselves off as a girl is easy, and trying to be a man is hard and requires a lot of work. Chihiro's story never addresses how difficult it would have been to live as a girl in the first place. Even with their parents' support, there would be a lot of obstacles and risks to living that way for a child. If Chihiro found all of that easier and less painful than living as a boy, it really starts to look like Chihiro's 'disguise' is more authentic than the writing claims.

-Some people claim reading Chihiro as trans or NB diminishes or erases their trauma. This is cruel nonsense. Chihiro's trauma is very real for some of us, and is another reason we connect with the character. We know what it's like to be seen as weak or less than a man. Some of us internalized that for a long time. It can be hard to accept yourself as not cis, because on some level it feels like admitting you don't have what it takes to be a man. It takes a lot of emotional work to break through that.

-Likewise, some of us have experienced a strong desire to push ourselves to be more masculine. In my case, this was because I wanted to be strong enough to support the people I care about. Kind of like wanting to be stronger to protect your friends in a killing game. But, this isn't authenticity, it's striving to meet the needs of others. Again, it takes work for us to recognize that masculinity is not the only kind of strength, and may not be the kind we are suited for.

-Chihiro's 'arc' feels like self-rejection to me. I do believe self-improvement is important, but it is most successful when it comes from a place of self-acceptance. Chihiro is shamed because of their anxiety and experiences intense self-loathing as a result. You do not cope with an anxiety disorder by hating yourself for having it, but this is a natural response when you don't know better. Chihiro is inspired to be more like Mondo, that's what they want to be, not like themselves at all. But,

-Mondo is an emotional wreck, and his strength is built around a hollow core of fragility. Chihiro admires Mondo without understanding him. How would Chihiro feel if they had more time to understand him, and if they had more time to understand themselves? We don't know, but it's the question some of us like to play with.

-Addressing the anime for a moment, since you brought it up, the way the anime completely changes Chihiro's backstory and characterization drives home how sloppily this character has been handled. The anime does, in fact, straight up say that Chihiro liked being a girl, in defiance of Chihiro's characterization in the games. You really cannot blame anyone for reading Chihiro as a girl if that is their main exposure to the character. It also changes the precise context of Chihiro's trauma, by making it more about 'girliness' than about weakness, which destroys the parallel symbolism between Chihiro and Mondo. So, yeah. If the anime doesn't understand or respect Chihiro's characterization, then how can we expect fans to all see Chihiro the same way?

Reading Chihiro as NB or MtF is about wishing the character had the chance to accept themselves for being different, and work towards self-improvement from there, instead of struggling to conform with the same gender expectations that ruined their life in the first place. It's wishing they had trusted in and cultivated their own kind of strength, instead of chasing Mondo's.

Chihiro is the most relatable character I've ever encountered, including characters that are actually supposed to be transfeminine. It feels like a complete accident, since the character definitely wasn't written for people like me, but there it is. The biggest difference between Chihiro and an actual trans girl is that the trans girl knows how difficult and terrifying transitioning is, and Chihiro, or, rather, their writers, don't.

All of this said, I know what the canon is and I don't like to fight about it. For some people, it's very important that Chihiro is a boy, and that's fine. For some of us, it's very important that they aren't.

Ah wait... did the anime make it sound like Chihiro liked being a girl? Is that why people hc them as transfem when the game said that cross-dressing made them feel worse as a guy?

This is genuine btw, I'm not trying to hate on anyone's HC

[prompt-master]

Bear Trap (Part 1/3)

Request fill for @hibiscuswolverine and art done by @doodles-by-noodles

The world was starting to heal.

Little by little, everyone who survived Hope's Peak Academy's killing game was bringing about change to the world. It had only just started, and they likely wouldn't live to see their vision fully realized, but there was hope. Hope the world hadn't seen since the tragedy broke out in the first place.

Yep, Naegi Makoto had a lot of work to do, but he also already had so much to be proud of. He and the survivors had already proven themselves to adapt to a world that was nothing like the one they left behind. They had been given a warning from Enoshima Junko herself, but even with the knowledge of killer robots and rampaging despair-induced rioters nothing could really prepare them for life on the outside.

Honestly, they had never expected to make it to where they were right now. Proud members of the Future Foundation, able to work together with the higher ups to take down the biggest threats against the world's progression. It felt like just yesterday they were sleeping in the rubble of what once were apartments, tightly packed together in case anything were to break in. And now Makoto stood proud and tall, going over his next mission on video call with a member of one of the higher divisions.

"I suppose I shouldn't be terribly surprised that the Ultimate Hope would be so adamant on these matters."

Makoto smiled, still as strong and inspiring as it had been back in the killing game, "Really, you don't have to call me that. I'm nothing special, just Naegi is fine."

She completely ignored him, looking over the notes he'd sent to her one last time. He and Aoi had accidentally discovered a distress call from a group of survivors in an unsafe area. There was no way he could ignore something like that, he wouldn't ignore any possibility that someone was suffering like his class did. Even if there was an equal possibility that it was a trap.

"Well, your plan asks for Ultimate Detective Kirigiri Kyoko and Ultimate Affluent Progeny Togami Byakuya to go with you. With those two, plus the Ultimate Hope, equipped with hacking guns then I see no reason to be concerned for any mishaps. Your mission is approved."

Makoto's smile widened at that, feeling a rush of pride and hope at her words, "We won't let you down! Promise!"

She didn't even look up at him, simply humming to let him know she heard. But he could tell, there was a slight smile on her face. Makoto managed to melt his fair share of hearts even if he couldn't explain how. The call blinked off, and Makoto shut his laptop gently, but with no regard to what it was running.

He let out a loud sigh, slouching back into his chair. Any and all office calls felt so nerve wracking. Each one held its own weight in importance. Every exchange oversaw the future. He pulled his arms over his head, stretching them as far as they could go.

He could already feel himself getting pumped up. A small, prideful smirk snuck it's way onto his face. The plan wasn't anything extreme, but he knew with his friends by his side it would all be ok. They were meant to go together in a group so that they could protect themselves in the event of a trap or other unforeseen circumstances. The distress call came from a fallen city mostly blocked off by a collapsed building. They would drop off inside the city's bounds, and continue on foot to find any survivors they could. They knew there would be some despaired within, but that was a given anywhere they went now.

It would all be worth it to save them.

Now he just had to tell Byakuya and Kyoko the good news

It was clear to anyone near the survivors that Byakuya, Kyoko, and Makoto were a force to be reckoned with. While the general public has no qualms with calling Makoto the leader of the group, it was more so all three of them were coleading. Each taking charge in their own way, from the start of their new lives to now. The three of them were all incredibly smart in their own ways and their combined skills lead to a team that could likely conquer any despair they faced. But it took an even closer eye to see the emotional connection the three shared with each other. 

Makoto walked in front, leading since he had heard the distress call in the first place. It was certainly an interesting relationship that the three had. Although Makoto certainly didn't see himself as the leading type it seemed that Byakuya and Kyoko both trusted his guidance entirely. And he did the same for them. There was no way to describe the significance that lay underneath the floorboards of their bond. For the two most emotionally shut off of the survivors to so openly trust him? To Makoto that was enough to lay their hearts out in the open for him to see. And not to mention…

Makoto glanced back at the two. Byakuya was messing around with his hacking gun, glasses slipping down his nose, and hair nearly hiding his eyes from Makoto's view. Kyoko was taking in her surroundings, trying to figure out sooner rather than later if this whole thing was just a trap as suspected. Her eyes may be void of emotion but the color and warmth was vast. Makoto faced forward again, his face feeling just a bit hot. 

They were both really pretty. 

No, no he can't focus on his silly crushes. Yes, crushes plural. Because Makoto's sensitive heart was so big he managed to give it away to two different people. That didn't matter right now though, because the focus was on the mission. 

The town was about as decimated as it looked from the outside. It reminded him of his first experiences out in the new world, making him wonder how many survivors might be hiding under rubble, scared to come out. So far they hadn't run into any sort of trouble. No robots, no despaired, no survivors. There was really...nothing here. It was starting to look more and more like a trap. 

Makoto stopped walking at a split path, "The call said to find the convenience store but...I can't tell where to go since everything's been destroyed." 

Byakuya came to stand by his side, "Not that it should matter much all things considered. Let's just get this over with so we can clear out those insane idiots and rebuild this place already." 

"Togami-kun!" Makoto pouted, Byakuya may have softened up but he still had a habit of harsh thinking first, "don't say that. I'm sure there has to be someone here who needs saving. There's people who need to be rescued everywhere we go!" 

"Indeed" Kyoko chimed in, "but it's not a bad line of thought. If we stage a rebuilding operation here then that increases our chances of finding survivors then if only a search team walked around." 

Byakuya smirked, pushing up his glasses in that annoyingly arrogant way of his, "And to do that, we need to weed out the problems first no?" 

"Yes...yes we do." 

"Besides what would you rather do? Try to talk to the despaired? And get clubbed again?" 

"It was one time, Togami-kun!" 

Byakuya laughed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around, "Come now, this way. All these buildings are too destroyed to make any sort of distinctions regardless. And by your sentimental logic we should be checking more than just the given location, wouldn't you agree." 

Byakuya didn't wait for an answer, he walked ahead to begin searching the first building to their left. Makoto had to break into a light jog to catch up to him; damn your long legs Togami! 

That marked the start of their exploration, building after building. They found nothing. Not to mention everywhere seemed like it has been residential, no sign of the store they were told the survivors were. Even Makoto felt like something was a little bit off but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Regardless he kept up hope, he had heard those survivors speak with complete clarity in their voice. They had to be here. He wouldn't give up over a simple bad feeling. 

Byakuya stepped over broken glass, moving further into the crumpled home he was currently inspecting. A surprisingly intact kitchenette caught his eye, and decided a thorough search was necessary without telling his company. Although they didn't need much prompting to understand when he went off trail again. Kyoko thought if he was going to focus on possible material goods stored away in this forgotten piece of life, then she could at least see if there was any current piece of life hiding away as well. Makoto stood at the door of the house. He'd given nothing more than a glance to Byakuya before turning toward the outdoors again. Looking for anything. Any sign of life lurking under the foreboding red sky. 

Nothing. 

He sighed, turning his attention down to what used to be a grass area. Not much was left of that, in fact it looked almost like any plant life besides the weeds in the street cracks were...set on fire. The ground had this grey ashy feeling to it. And when Makoto scuffed it with his shoe….yeah, that was definitely the remains of something burning. That was a good sign right? It meant that someone was alive. This couldn't have been that long ago. 

Makoto opened his mouth to call for his friends, when a cold hand slapped over his mouth and forcefully tugged him backwards. 

Huh

Huh?!

Makoto was immediately kicking and yelling. He bucked like a disturbed wild animal, trying everything he could to get out. Wiggling, kneeing, elbowing, even trying to bite the hand over his mouth but none disturbed the individual. The house was getting farther and farther away but his voice was too muffled to ever reach it. There was heavy breathing in his ear, the air wet and warm against his skin in a way that made his body shudder. He forced himself to look up at his kidnapper. An individual with a wide smile on their face and eyes that spoke of a spiraling psyche. Everything about them...from their expression to their actions to their lack of reaction to pain...it all said despair. 

Eventually Makoto was dragged into the street and thrown down like a slab of meat. Makoto was about to scream again for help, when a hand quickly reached out for him. He couldn't help but flinch back, shoulders bunching up in an attempt to shrink away. His tie was yanked off, the force pulling his body upwards. When the tie snapped off he fell back again, he could feel rocks digging into his skin from the fall. Then his hands were tied behind his back. This was bad. This was so bad. Bad didn't even BEGIN to cover it. 

His captor came uncomfortably close, having lost all concept of personal space in the madness the end of the world has provided. Makoto tried his best to keep calm as they placed their arms to either side of him so that they were above, staring down below. There was a tense moment where neither moved, they simply tried to catch their breaths so that the silence would stop being filled with panting. It felt like a test. Like they were waiting for him to even dare to try to escape. They wanted to show Makoto what happened when he disobeyed! He could see it in their eyes! In the manicale look, in the smile that kept opening and closing like a strange gutted fish. The way their arms trembled and shook by Makoto's head, just waiting with the high of excitement.

Arms still shaking, mouth overflowing with spittle and pupils pinprick sharp, they began to slowly lower themselves. Makoto held his breath, willing his body to sink further into the concrete. His heels scraped against the ground, but he willed himself not to move in fear that any sign of escape would reward him with a slit throat. Their noses pressed against each other. The captor let out a shaky relieved sigh, as if the contact was the greatest thing they'd felt in a long time. Their eyelids fell half lidded, their smirk from excited to downright sadistic.

"I've got you now, Mr. Ultimate Hope."

Stay calm. You've dealt with this kind of person before. 

Makoto's nails gave a tug as he ran them against the concrete in an attempt to ground himself, dirt filling the space between skin and keratin. His heart hammered in his chest as if he were a scared rabbit, but there was no time to panic here. His life depended on it.  The despaired were completely delusional...which meant..

Makoto felt a laugh rise out of him, nervous and high in pitch.  A bit too high in pitch. He scraped the ground again, enough so that it began to hurt from the force. Calm down. Stay fucking calm. 

"Heh...heheh! Yeah! You got me..!" A smile graced his face, "what did you...get me for?" 

They pulled back, but not enough so that the pungent smell of smoke and ash left Makoto's nose. Their head tilted, daring to make an innocent face, "You know who you are, right?" 

"I do. And who are you?" 

Their body moved back and forth as they laughed with everything they had, their knees closing in so that Makoto could feel it against his leg. "Me? Me? Mememe?? Forget that! You're the Ultimate Hope!"

"That's right…" 

"I wonder what Miss Junko would say right now. Seeing you pinned down like this?" Their eyes flickered to the sky at the fantasy that no doubt filled their mind. 

Makoto tried his hardest not to cringe, and just attempted to change the subject instead, "Do you want me to do something for you?" It was a loaded question. One that made Makoto feel like he was picking all the wrong dialogue choices. 

"I do!" 

Progress. He wasn't sure if it was good progress, but it was, in fact, progress. 

"What's that?" 

Their voice dropped to a whisper, waning and cracking in excitement once again. They reached into their pocket. 

"I want you to watch this" 

They pulled out a little remote that looked horribly put together. Even with how much their hand trembled he could see that it was made of what seemed to be the remains of a torn apart scrap pile. Before Makoto could ask what they meant, they pressed the only button built in. 

What ensued was a large explosion. 

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BOOM 

A loud eardrum breaking noise filled the previous silence. Byakuya was forced to grip the kitchen countertop as the world around him shook, a sudden intense burst of wind following soon after. The heat uncomfortable against his face. He made his way to the open wall, Kyoko not far behind him. 

"Was that an explosion?" Kyoko asked, not wanting to waste any time. 

Byakuya looked outside at the smoke and fire that overtook the sky. It was suffocating just to look at. Shit, it was definitely a trap then. "Looks like it" 

They watched frozen, transfixed on the horror as a building toppled from where it was standing, joining the others as rubble for them to walk on. They still stayed in place. They knew there was nothing they could do to prevent or help the issue. 

Byakuya was so focused on the sight, thinking about how he had to call for an early pick up that he didn't even notice until Kyoko asked. 

"Where's Naegi?" 

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Makoto gasped and gasped as he ran for his life. After whatever that person had rigged went off he found himself surprisingly not being pinned anymore as the person sat cackling nearby. He had managed to slip away when more despaired came over and argued with the individual who had been pinning him.  Now he was running as fast as he could hoping he wouldn't get caught once again. 

He struggled against his traitorous tie, feeling it chafe against his wrists uncomfortably. Untying it would have been enough of a challenge without the running aspect. Now he found himself tripping over his own feet trying to think about the two things at once. 

Before he knew it, his feet had slipped right out from under him and he barely caught himself before faceplanting. 

Taking the fall as a hint, he stopped to catch his breath, looking around the area to gauge where he was. It seemed like more of the same until he saw a rather structurally sound convenience store. It was surprisingly big too for how little damage it had. A smile overtook his face. Aren't I lucky? Maybe the people inside can help me get this dang tie off. 

After letting his breathing calm down he made his way toward the store. Elation filled his heart, a familiar hope that kept him going. He knew it couldn't have all been a trap! Almost there now. Once inside he'd have someone untie his hands, and then he'd find his friends and-

His friends. He hoped Byakuya and Kyoko were safe. He had no idea how far the damage of the explosion traveled, but if it was enough to collapse an entire building there was certainly the risk of them being in hot water. Not to mention the multiple despaired that were walking around, who knows what sort of danger they could walk into. Then again, if anyone was capable of holding their own it would be Byakuya and Kyoko. But he should probably focus on his own safety instead of imagining Byakuya and Kyoko taking down their enemies in the most attractive way possible-

He was right there. He'd reached the convenience store. All the windows were covered up so that he couldn't see inside, but he knew someone inside was waiting. He just had to- huh? What's that? 

Makoto looked down to see a familiar, very unwelcome sight. It was a Monokuma with yellow and black stripes. At the top of its head was a red siren. And they were making eye contact. 

"Shi-" 

Instinctively he reeled back at the loud, sharp noise. The sound raised and lowered it's pitch smoothly, reminding him of tsunami drills he had to do back when he was in school and the implications it brought were similarly horrifying.

So much for being lucky. Makoto felt himself panicking again, the siren was loud enough to hurt his ears. He couldn't tell if his ears were ringing or if the siren was just that obnoxious. But he didn't have time to complain about that. The noise and the light… no doubt others would be coming soon. 

"Shh...shhhh!! Stop it!" He couldn't break the machine with his hands the way they were...he had to settle for getting help. 

Makoto stopped in his tracks before he could approach the door of the convenience store however, because there was someone watching him through the window. They'd opened the curtain to check what the commotion was. Makoto saw no madness or instability in their eyes...the survivors really WERE here. Makoto smiled, wishing he could wave and gesture for help, but he had to hope his expression was enough. 

The survivor frowned, eyes fixated on the Siren Monokuma. Without looking at Makoto again they closed the curtain.

No one was coming to help. 

Makoto backed away. That's ok. There was still a chance. If he ran quick enough maybe he could get away before reinforcements arrived. 

The growling he heard mocked his fruitless thoughts. That was the deranged sounds a Beast Monokuma made…he couldn't hope to outrun one of those. They were like real rabid bears but worse because they never got tired. They never stopped running once they had you in its sights, just like this one. 

But Makoto tried anyway to flee, only to end up taking a riot shield to the face from a Guard Monokuma. 

"Oof!" 

He fell back hard feeling all air leave his lungs. The snarling and pounding of the Beast Monokuma was getting louder. Too loud. Makoto rolled onto his side, scrambling to get up. He winced as a claw grazed his cheek, first blood of the night welling up. 

He felt like an insignificant worm with how he desperately rolled on the floor, hoping to find good enough footing in his panic to stand. But when he got to his knees he was met with another riot shield. He almost didn't react in time to dodge another slash from the Beast, managing to get the tie around his wrists cut. 

He'd never gotten to his feet so quickly before in his life. Bits of gravel stuck to his palms and blood ran down his right arm. He scrambled to find something -anything- to defend himself with, but he was already surrounded. It was too late to even bother going for the Siren Monokuma. How the hell was he supposed to-? 

He yelled out as sharp metal claws dug into his back, seemingly deep enough that he feared for his spine. The claws rake along his back as the beast removes them. If that wasn't enough to bring him back to reality, he was quickly overwhelmed, bruises being beaten into every inch of his skin from the shields, and slashes from regular Monokuma's on his arms. And worse of all the Beast Monokuma that was trying its best to chomp his head off with it's twitchy manic movements. He tried his best to fend it off, pushing at it personally with his bare hands despite the continuous relentless assault he was receiving. 

Another good hit with a shield and his hands slipped. In a split second moment that he didn't even get to think about, he reached a leg up and kicked at its face. He only had a moment of victory.

It bit down on his leg and didn't let go.

Now the interesting thing about Makoto is that even though he doesn't seem capable, he's grown to be able to keep himself calm when it mattered. Even at his own execution, where he was slowly heading towards his untimely demise, With frequent reminders of what was about to come, he had managed to keep as calm as possible. Even well he fell stories down into the garbage. He refused to make a peep and panic when every one of his friends could see. But right now no friends were watching.

Naegi Makoto screamed.

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"I'm going to kill Naegi my damn self for running off when we find him." Byakuya was, as per usual, annoyed as hell. 

Kyoko sighed, "Calm down. I'm sure there's a reason, you know he isn't like that." 

Byakuya rolled his eyes, but didn't say a word. Kyoko was completely right, but he would never give her the satisfaction of admitting that. His silence was enough. 

They had made way for the source of the explosion only to find the path to the other side of the city was completely blocked off by the collapsed structure. Due to the closed off nature of the cities remains that left them with only one option: go the long way around and hope those entrances aren't blocked as well. 

When it was just Kyoko and Byakuya there was always this weird silence. Sometimes comfortable, sometimes tense. Makoto was always the one to fill it, he was like the bridge between the two. Kyoko wished he could tell Byakuya to cheer up -his attitude was getting on her nerves- but Makoto's absence was the whole reason for it in the first place. 

"Keep your guard up" she reminded, her own hand staying close to the pouch strapped to her thigh. Inside was an all weather purpose mini notepad and a handheld taser. She quite liked her taser, it was both heavy hitting and satisfied Makoto's wish to not kill anyone: even the despaired. "I'm certain that explosion was rigged up by a person." 

Byakuya scoffed, "I am Togami Byakuya" he kindly reminded her. Kyoko rolled her eyes, she'd heard that way too many times to count. "My guard is always up and my reaction time is perfect. Maybe you should worry about yourself instead." 

"Incorrigible as usual, I see." 

He glared back down at her, still walking forward with overconfident strides, "I'll have you know-" 

There it is. Another rant which consisted only of Byakuya boasting about his own skills. She shut him out without a second thought, focusing on her surroundings instead. It's not as though Byakuya would provide any sort of new information anyway. 

"Wait." She interrupted, which Byakuya hated, but his feelings be damned, "do you hear that?" 

Byakuya paused, facing towards the direction she was looking. There was a sound in the distance, something familiar. It was far, but if he focused hard enough he could figure it out. 

Kyoko and Byakuya looked at each other, both having recognized the siren's undeniable screech at the same time. With a nod, they began to run. Makoto or not, whoever was caught by that Siren Monokuma was in danger. Byakuya steadied his hacking gun in his hand and Kyoko effortlessly pulled her taser from it's bounds. Despite their great desire to find Makoto meer seconds ago, they hoped that anyone else would be caught by the Monokuma's. But, this was Makoto after all. 

It took an undetermined amount of time for them to loop around to the convenience store, but the time spent felt uncomfortably long to them both. When they did arrive they found it was a chaotic mess. There was a group of Monokuma's huddled together over one unseen person. There was blood scraped across the concrete as though someone was dragged with their horrible injuries and all. But there were no sounds of a struggle. The sight was more akin to school yard bullies gathering to kick a victim than a genuine fight. 

Without wasting much time Byakuya fired at the Siren Monokuma, destroying it without a second thought. "Damn noise was getting on my nerves" He said. 

Kyoko shook her head, "Focus" she pointed her nose towards the pile up. Byakuya's uncaring attitude toward the situation showed that he believed the person was already dead. One by one the machines fell apart or destroyed themselves. And in their wake was a small, bloodied mess in human shape. The smell of copper and the sickening sight of messy pink was one they had gotten all too used to over the years. But that didn't make it easier when you recognized one of those bodies as someone you cared about. 

Byakuya felt harsh, furious breaths of air pushing in and out of his nose. The action was an almost unconscious response. He couldn't help but let anger well up at the sight of Naegi Makoto laying on the ground curled up on his side.

He grit his teeth, "Is he…?" Dammit. A Togami didn't hesitate. Certainly not Byakuya.

"No." Kyoko's voice was barely more than a whisper, and for a split second he thought she was simply in denial. But no, she had caught  sight of Makoto's chest moving up and down. She made way to him, hands hovering over him unsure of how deep his injuries ran. The first thing she saw were vicious claw marks running down his back. There were bits of debris clinging to the wound. They were ugly and jagged things. She wanted to roll him onto his back to get a better look at him but was it even safe to move him at all? She didn't want to risk paralyzing him. Not to mention she'd be pressing his wound to the ground. She glanced to his leg. A complete mangled mess, she could tell the unit that attached itself to his leg was relentless in its attack. Shaking and thrashing and the like. The fabric that once covered his leg was all but torn to shreds leaving the whole injury on brutal display. There was blood pooling underneath where he lay on the ground. His skin was pale from blood loss, breaking into a cold sweat that made her certain shock was already setting in. Almost all exposed skin was blossoming into a different, unnatural color indicating a plethora of bruises. His breathing was quiet but heavy, he'd already lost a lot of blood. When her eyes finally trailed up to his face she felt a small bit of relief that his features were marred by only a small cut on his left cheek, with a lazy stream of blood pouring from it. 

Byakuya and Kyoko were two individuals with a massive disconnect of their emotions brought about by their upbringing. Byakuya turned any emotion he felt into anger and disdain. Kyoko snuffed out most emotions she felt so that nothing would show. They had the emotional resolve of steel, it wasn't easy breaking down their walls. Makoto was that strange part of the equation that ruined all of that. He managed to get Byakuya to be intrigued by someone so seemingly insignificant and he managed to get Kyoko to act pouty and almost childish during the game. Yes, their entire lives were spent crafting these defenses. And now they had to fight to keep it all together with only elmers glue in their arsenal.

Kyoko was up close and personal with all the gruesome details of his attack. She tried to shove it all down so that she could completely focus on ensuring Makoto's survival. But he was looking up at her with a dazed half lidded look, as though any second the world would slip away from under his feet. And despite that Makoto smiled when he caught eyes with her. Kyoko's heart cracked. 

Byakuya could only watch with his fists by his side. He had set out to ensure all the survivors of the first killing game continued to survive and here we are. He forced all these feelings to be translated into anger. But he knew the underlying causes. He knew there was a part of him that simply was scared for his friends sake. 

The two of them both understood the others emotional grievances. And that's exactly why Byakuya's heart skipped a beat when Kyoko looked up at him with fear vibrant in her eyes. 

"It doesn't look good." 

[secret-ssociety]

Let me down pt.3

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader (platonically), Reader x oc

Warnings: I mean, in my eyes this is pure fluff, but who knows if it will hurt you

Summary: Peter and May have dinner with Y/N’s family, prompting a lot of questions to get an answer.

A/N: oKAY, I know that what happened wasn’t exactly what you expected and and it has taken me so long to write this but it's finally here. I want to thank you all, I never meant for this blow up like it did or to even become a series, honestly when I wrote the first part I was just in a really bad mood and I felt like writing something sad and that came out, but then people started to ask for a second part and well the rest is history. So yeah, I actually want to write even more parts to this so let me know if you would like it. Also, I tagged everyone who asked me to write more to this, but let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist

Masterlist

part one part two

Peter couldn't help but feel like his head was spinning as he walked back home from the metro that night. Claire had sat him down in her bed for almost an hour showing off all of her Avengers stuff. She had a replica of Thor's Mjolnir (and she knew how to pronounce it, which was even more impressing), she had the Spider-Man's Uno she had mentioned (it did make him kind of emotional to see a drawing of him on the package) and she had Iron Man's full suit.

Yeah, he did his best not to cry with the last one.

Even if she hadn’t ran up to you screaming ‘mommy’, he would’ve known that she was your daughter. Claire had your hair, your eyes, your nose, even when the rest of her tiny face was more like Mark’s. The corners of her eyes wrinkled the same way yours did when you smiled and she was as energetic as you, she got lost in her own thoughts just like her you used to do.

He had been counting the seconds to be out of your house and be able to break down on the guardianship of his loneliness, but when he found himself walking down the street after dinner... he just didn't.

Peter had gone to school that day being sure that as soon as he saw you, something would be okay, and even if it hadn't gone according to the plan, he hadn't been wrong. Something was okay: you were okay. You had a career, a good job, a loving husband, a perfect daughter, a beautiful family.

You had a great life and, most importantly, you were willing to welcome him in it, so yeah, maybe things were going to be okay.

So when Claire asked him to dinner with them again at the end of the week, and you said you wanted to say hi to May, he just couldn't refuse. That's how he ended up standing in front of your house again, with May by his side this time, holding a cherry pie they had placed and decorated on a plate as if to pretend they hadn't bought it from the grocery store.

As soon as the door opened, Peter handed the dessert to May, because he was prepared for the moment Claire jumped to his arms to greet him. You smiled openly at May, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes at the sight of the woman who had given you a place to call home everytime you felt like your own house was not it.

Both Peter and Mark noticed how you tried to keep your composure when her arms wrapped you in a warm embrace.

"Sorry, I'm a mess," you muttered in apology, trying to wipe your eyes without messing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful," May corrected, making your eyes wet all over again. "It smells amazing," she said suddenly, changing the subject to give you a chance to calm down, "what are you cooking?"

"Oh, I'm not cooking," you clarified rushing them inside, Peter still carrying the little girl in his arms, "Mark is. I somehow manage to burn the water."

"You could always make PB and jelly sandwiches," Peter said with an amused smile, earning a fond laugh from your lips, as if you shared an inside joke.

Only when Mark received the pie from May's hands did Peter notice that he was wearing a purple apron over his white unbuttoned shirt, and he couldn't help the sting in his heart at how perfect he was. He kindly apologized at the fact that the meat still needed a few more minutes on the oven, because he had been held back a little longer than expected at the office.

"What's that smell?" You asked, frowning.

"Daddy, the aspargaroos!" Claire exclaimed instantly, clearly unaware of how to pronounce asparagus, as she wiggled to let Peter know she wanted to be back on the ground. The tiny human ran behind her father into the kitchen, ready to do the damage control.

You decided to grab a bottle of white wine (and another Capri Sun for Peter) while her husband and daughter tried to resolve the asparagus crisis. He tried to pay attention to the conversation the two women in front of him were maintaining, but it was like they were talking in some foreign, alien, grown up language he couldn't understand.

This time, you took a little longer to finish your glass of wine than the last bottle you had opened, which had been a week ago when Peter had showed up in your doorstep. You were trying your best to hide your excitement talking to May, but you couldn't help the profound feeling of pride that took over your chest when you saw her eyes glimmer with amazement as they explored around the living room, where the pictures and prices of all of your family's accomplishments were displayed.

Peter was the first to notice Mark come out of the kitchen with a sheepish smile, "alright, so, the asparagus isn't salvageable, er, how do you feel about KFC salad?"

That's how they found themselves sitting at the round dinner table eating steak with a mushroom sauce Claired had been the one to think about, roasted potatoes and KFC salad, because apparently the always ordered some extra salad on their takeaways and stuffed them in the fridge.

"So..." May started, eyeing the young couple nervously. "There is so much to talk about. How... you... well..."

"How did I end married and with a kid at twenty three?" You finished for her, saving a sigh to yourself although you felt your husband tense a little beside you. The more you two heard that question, the more annoying it got, even when you knew May didn't mean to offend you.

Of course you knew you were young, and that many people your age couldn't handle such commitments, you didn't need people telling you that constantly. You had heard the same discourse from teachers, employers, even neighbors you had never talked to, it quickly got old and you tried not to become aggressive everytime you heard it.

Mark and you had a happy, healthy marriage, with a wonderful daughter that had brought light into a world as dark as yours was since the blip. You had good jobs that allowed you to have a stable economy and also take care of your family. You were happy, what else mattered? If you wanted opinions or needed help, you would certainly ask for it.

You never once had.

Still, you responded kindly, "well, we met in college, Princeton," you mentioned, earning two proud looks from your guests. "We were in different programs, so we met specifically through a praying group."

"That had never really been my thing," Mark picked up, "praying and all that God related talk bored me, but most of family and friends had been blipped... I was lonely. So I thought maybe I should give it a try."

"I honestly thought he had gone for the food, because when the meeting was over he looked like he hadn't understood a single word."

"Because I hadn't."

"A friend and I decided to come and talk to him, but after she left we hung out a little longer," you tried to hide the cheesy smile that took over your lips, but you looked over at Mark, who hasn't trying to hid his, and couldn't. "I don't know how to explain it, something about that moment just felt" you shrugged shyly "right."

The memories of you staying on the library, hiding behind the stacks of books so that no one would notice you trying to stay inside after it closed and talking the whole night long never failed to raise goosebumps along your skin. He would offer to read for you when your eyes got tired of working with the dim light that entered through the window, even when he was a law major and didn't understand a single word on the neuroscience and robotic books you were always studying.

It was soon after getting to know him, you just knew Mark had been made for you. There was something in the way you could see in his eyes that crowds freaked him out and that he tried not to cry after talking to his mom in the phone, something in the way he understood your whimpers in the days where anything above a mutter was just too much, that you knew this awkwardly tall curious guy was meant to cross your path.

"Things moved pretty fast after that," you continued, hoping you hadn't zoomed out for too long, "like 'we got married eight months after' fast."

May did her best to hide her surprise, while Peter choked on the salad. Was listening to your loving tone as you told the story easy? No, not at all. He wanted to throw up. Peter was still hopelessly in love with you, even when you were now five years older, even when you had a husband and a child, even when it was ridiculous and impossible, because for him it hadn't been years, it just had been months.

"Claire came soon after that," Mark concluded after pouring some more juice on Peter's glass and asking him if he was okay. "And all of this happened throughout college?"

"We had a really good support system," he nodded, smiling down at Claire, who had made a mess over her chicken sandwich. "A really good amount of friends willing to babysit whenever we had to work, understanding teachers who let us bring Claire to our lectures. My mom and Y/N's parents were also a great help."

"We were both on scholarships that gave us some allowances to support ourselves each month, too," you added. "It wasn't much, but it helped."

"And what are you working on now?" May switched to a conversation that would probably be easier on her nephew.

"Well, Mark is an associate on a buffet in Manhattan," you said grabbing your husband's hand. "What's your approach?" Peter asked, somewhat genuinely curious.

"Environmental law," he replied proudly.

"And I-"

"Mommy builds robot limbs!" Claire exclaimed excitedly, prompting a laugh on the others.

"Before I graduated, I got a job as lab assistant on a research for neuro prosthetics," you explained, "and after graduating, they hired me as researcher. Basically what we're trying to do is to create a non-invasive implant we can connect to the brain and spinal cord that controls robotic prosthetics for people who have lost limbs or return movement to paralyzed body sections."

Peter's skin prickled at the description of the research, for it was one he had known before it all went crumbling down. A memory flashed through his eyes, Tony helping his friend walk after he had been injured in Germany, on his first mission.

"That's..."

"A Stark Industries' research, yes," you nodded solemnly.

"Y/N told me you had an internship with Tony Stark before... it all happened," Mark commented carefully. Peter's head practically snapped in his direction, then, more subtly, in yours. You shook head slightly, almost imperceptibly, but clearly enough to let Peter know you hadn't told his secret.

"You met Tony Stark?" Claire asked him with a bright light in her eyes, one that Peter had seen thousands of times on other kids that, very much like himself, dreamt every night of robots and technologies that could change the world.

"Yes."

"How was he?"

Peter thought for a few seconds about his answer. What was Tony Stark? He was charming, sure, but he wasn't exactly friendly. He was a genius, yet he had never let that cloud his judgement. He had trouble expressing himself, but he always made sure the people around knew how much they meant to him. Suddenly Peter understood why Shakespeare was always making up words, there were just some things, some people, the english language wasn't extensive enough to describe, so he said the best he could come up with.

"He was the most amazing guy I ever met."

You smiled down at your nearly empty plate, it was impossible to forget how much had mr. Stark meant for Peter. Even when you guys broke up and cut off all communication, you still prayed for him to always be under the wing of his mentor. You couldn’t imagen what it was like for Peter to live in a world where Tony Stark was no longer there to help him walk through life.

Hopefully, you would be able to do that in his absence.

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[defendourhoodz]

Solidarity On The Cheap - A Response to Treasure City Thrift’s ban of Defend Our Hoodz

We are sharing our response to Treasure City Thrift for their unprincipled decision to reject our request for event space for our upcoming Discussion with Housing Activist Dont Rhine on Saturday Oct. 13, 4PM at Austin School of Film. Treasure City had ‘months long deliberation’ regarding our group but never once invited us to sit and discuss their concerns.

Their response to our request:

“Thanks for thinking of us as you are planning this event. Following months-long deliberation, we've decided that many of DOH's tactics, and their repeated incidents of ill will and aggression towards our community partners, do not align with our values at this time. Perhaps in the future we will reconsider, but for now we must respectfully decline your request.

We hope that this leaves you enough time to find a different venue.

Best,

Treasure City Collective”

Our Response:

Dear Treasure City Collective,

We are extremely disappointed in your decline of our request for event space after an extended and productive relationship with our organization. We were grateful when y'all openly supported the boycott against Blue Cat Cafe from the beginning, and have been grateful for the many times you have opened your space to us.

But this decision shows a clear backwards trajectory regarding your engagement with the community and a downward path to divorce yourselves from the struggle against exploitation in our city.

We would hope that Treasure City, which many of us have a long relationship with even prior to DOH, would find ways to once again support our organization. But with this decision, the burden is on y'all to show a willingness to engage with the very real politics that must be addressed regarding gentrification and the movement against it, especially because you didn't even engage with us before coming to your decision.

Our most basic disappointment comes from the fact that over the 'months-long' deliberation, you never once reached out to discuss things with us, even though our representatives were proactive in offering to do so. We understand there are disagreements with our tactics and politics, but we are more than willing to defend and explain them, and will also acknowledge the truth in criticisms that are made in good faith. This shows the hypocrisy of your decision. While you had collective discussion for yourselves, our community was excluded from the chance to respond to criticisms or allegations against us.

Because of your lack of engagement, we have chosen to go public and forgo a private response. While are still open to discussion and addressing your position face to face, you have shown an unwillingness to operate in good faith, and we believe our supporters deserve to know why we will not be working with Treasure City for the foreseeable future.

Many of our members have committed time, energy, and resources to Treasure City as a collective project. We have not only held events there, but promoted and helped Treasure City thrive as a community space throughout its existence.

Sadly, Treasure City, while professing to be a radical, revolutionary space, has shown that you have no taste for political struggle, a trademark of liberals. Treasure City claims to be built on anarchist principles of collectivism, accountability, and horizontalism. We have already pointed out how this 'horizontalism' was not extended to us, even though it was our actions that were in question. Collective discussion was not extended to us. The 'accountability' was never offered for us to even show up and answer for what they paint as 'aggression and ill will'.

And while anarchism claims to be against the state, and against institutional authority, Treasure City has sided with the very people who are protecting capitalist hegemony in our city and beyond, in particular those who have shown institutional alignment with gentrifiers and other venal organizations, such as the detention center and charter school operator, Southwest Key.

You claim we have shown 'ill will and agression towards your 'community partners'. Since you do not specify, we can only make educated guesses about who you mean. Looking at your community partners on your website, we assume you are talking about Undoing Racism Austin.

Undoing Racism Austin, and their 'white caucus' - Undoing White Supremacy Austin, is notorious for having led the blockade against us at the 'Real Solutions to Austin's Gentrification Crisis' held earlier this year. They held a blockade to defend a panel led by the NIMBY group, Community not Commodity, which included a real estate developer, a ruling-class journalist, and so-called community leaders.

One of these leaders was Susana Almanza, who is now running for city council. Defend Our Hoodz was specifically there to highlight her role in facilitating the displacement of Cactus Rose Mobile Home Park and Thrasher Lane. A resident from Thrasher Lane, now displaced to Del Valle, stated her own intention to 'warn everyone about Almanza'.

Undoing Racism worked themselves into a panic prior to the event, and blocked the doors alongside others who started calling us and our supporters many things, including racial slurs. A young black organizer was called the n-word by one of the people helping Undoing Racism block the doors. They not only blocked many of our organizers, but other community members who were only there to attend.

In addition, Undoing Racism, which postures as anti-racists, allowed the white supremacist cops to be called on us by the event. They have absurdly claimed since they had no role in the cops coming, even though the entire escalation of the situation was their doing.

We also have to add that this entire event was hosted at Southwest Key, the very same non-profit organization that operates 27 child detention centers across the US and whose CEO makes $1.5 million a year off of the backs of immigrant and working-class children. Undoing Racism Austin literally defended the doors of an organization profiting from child detention centers. These are the 'community partners' that Treasure City has chosen to side with.

Looking through the list of Treasure City's other community partners, we have had no issues with any of them. The only other group we have criticized in the past was Casa Marianella, when they partnered with a former Border Patrol agent to raise money off his book sales. We don't apologize for our criticism of this or regret the disruption we participated in of this Border Pig's book discussion, which raised money for Casa Marianella.

What is clear is that Treasure City, which was founded with an expressly political purpose, fears political struggle. You are hiding behind terms like 'aggression' and 'ill will' to paint our politics as extreme or without purpose. This is nothing more than liberalism with a radical mask. In fact, we see Democrats and liberals use the same respectability politics time after time to try and discredit any organizing outside of institutional channels.

We reiterate that had Treasure City asked to speak with any representative of DOH in their 'months-long' deliberation, we would have gladly met with you to address any concerns or acknowledge the truth of any criticisms. But you've shown that your 'collective' process is merely for yourselves, and true engagement with other organizing communities about tactical and political matters are off the table, especially it it means having to have difficult conversations.

We call on our supporters to question Treasure City on their stance. We also call on those who have supported either of our orgs to investigate things for themselves, and recognize that we have been open and clear about our politics and tactics. We regret Treasure City's decision, but even as people opportunistically try and dismiss us, we will continue to organize and grow, as we have been doing steadily. We stand by our organizing and our struggle against gentrification and exploitation in this city.

We have draw many lines and we will continue to see people fall to one side or the other. We can resign ourselves to the path of capitulation, opportunism, and the taming of resistance, or we can enthusiastically join the path of struggle and fighting back against our exploiters and those who aid them. While we enjoy the support of many organizations and spaces, at the end of the day, the only space we truly need to carry out this work is in the streets.

-Defend Our Hoodz

[backroombuzz]

Loretta Lynch Responds: I'm Calling BS on Comey's BS With My Own BS

Loretta Lynch Responds: I'm Calling BS on Comey's BS With My Own BS

In response to former FBI Director James Comey accusing Barack Obama of talking about the Hillary investigation and claiming it was nothing serious, just and small mistake. Comey felt Obama's actions “jeopardized” the Justice Department’s status amid the Hillary Clinton email scandal. Comey also wrote that Loretta lynch the former attorney general wanted him to call the investigation a matter, and to hopefully see things the way the Clinton's view the whole email server. Just a mistake, that won't happen again. After the excerpts were released, for whatever reason Loretta Lynch felt the need to released a statement to the Associated Press defending her reputation? Lynch’s full statement below: “Over almost two decades as a federal prosecutor I have aggressively prosecuted drug dealers, violent gangs, mobsters, and money launderers, upheld the civil rights of all Americans, and fought corruption of all types — whether by elected officials from both sides of the aisle or within organizations like FIFA. Through it all I have never hesitated to make the hard decisions, guided by the Department of Justice’s core principles integrity, independence and above all, always doing the right thing. The Justice Department’s handling of the Clinton email investigation under my leadership was no exception. It was led by a team of non-partisan career prosecutors whose integrity cannot be overstated and whom I trusted to assess the facts and make a recommendation — one that I ultimately accepted because I thought the evidence and law warranted it. Everyone who works for the Department of Justice has an obligation to protect the confidentiality and integrity of the work of the department. That is why, at the critical early stages of this case, I followed the departments long-standing policy of neither confirming nor denying the fact of an ongoing investigation. This policy both pre-daters my entire tenure in the Department of Justice and will live on long after my current debate is over. It neither misleads nor misinforms, but instead both protects investigations and guarantees equal treatment of those under scrutiny, whether well-known or unknown. Any suggestion that I invoked this bed rock policy for any reason is simply false. Throughout the process I did what I always do: rise above politics and uphold the law. At non time Did I ever discuss any aspect of the investigation with anyone from the Clinton campaign or the DNC. I have known James Comey about 30 years. Throughout his time as Director we spoke regularly about some of the most sensitive issues in law enforcement and national security. If he had any concerns regarding the email investigation, classified or not, he had ample opportunities to raise them with me both privately and in meetings. He never did.” OK let's unpack this bad boy The first thing you'll need to understand is when 90% of what a person writes defending themselves has ZERO to do with what they are being accused of, then whatever they were accused of doing, they 100% did. In a nutshell, without all his Bullshit, here is what Comey had written: Obama’s public statement that he thought Hillary made a mistake, nothing more, Comey felt “jeopardized” the investigation’s credibility. BTW the Democrats claim Trump "Obstructed the FBI's investigation" for saying even less about Flynn than what Obama said defending Hillary? Lynch asked him to describe the investigation into Clinton’s emails as a “matter.” Comey thought that Lynch was trying to get him to align with the Clinton campaign email strategy. Here's the kicker, Comey defended Lynch's reputation by writing: “I, for one, didn't see any instance when Attorney General Lynch interfered with the conduct of the investigation,” So all Comey really accused Lynch of was trying to get Comey to play ball with the Democrats and to call the investigation a "matter." But all this was already addressed when Comey testified in front of Congress? So, in essence, all Lynch needed to write, or say was something along the lines of: 'I will repeat what I have stated months ago, I never told James Comey to call it a "matter." I never interfered with the Hillary investigation, and James Comey wrote as much in his book, and I will quote "I (Lynch) never interfered with the investigation.' In the coming weeks, Comey is going to get blown up by the IG report, so he will have zero credibility left to accuse anyone of anything. But knowing this, Lynch still felt the need to write some long ass self-congratulatory diatribe. Read her statement again... Do you know what Loretta Lynch defended herself against? Her never saying whether there was an investigation or not. What that has to do with "Calling it a matter?" NOTHING! But Lynch made it a point to go on and on about this FBI long-standing policy that everyone already knows about? "I followed the department's long-standing policy of neither confirming nor denying the fact of an ongoing investigation... Any suggestion that I invoked this bedrock policy for any reason is simply false." Who gives a shit moron? No one accused Lynch of telling the world about an investigation EVERYONE KNEW ABOUT.  Lynch's statement would be similar to a Car Jacker defending himself by writing "I have never texted while driving." For the record, as the Attorney General, she could announce anything she damn well pleases. This "Neither confirm, nor deny" is not a rule, it's a guideline, a suggestion handed down from previous FBI directors, nothing more. Comey, in fact, wrote it wasn't Lynch, it was Obama who was the one that openly talked about the Hillary investigation. He never mentions that lynch did that? Again, for the record, Obama, like Trump, can spout off about whatever they feel like. It's called "Freedom of speech." As long as they do not interfere, and not the Democrats version of interference, I mean real interference such as trying to hide or manipulate evidence or witnesses, they are free to talk about any investigation because they are not involved in investigating the alleged crime, nor do they need to adhere to an FBI tradition, since they are not FBI agents. In Loretta Lynch's statement she never once addressed what Comey actually accused her of doing "Calling it a matter." Lynch wrote when addressing Comey's belief that she was trying to get him to follow the Hillary camp's email server excuses. At non time Did I ever discuss any aspect of the investigation with anyone from the Clinton campaign or the DNC. I'll assume she meant to write "At no time." Well, Since Steven Hawking has passed on, R.I.P., I don't think someone is left on the planet whose smart enough to formulate the odds of these things happening? When Lynch is leaving the Phoenix Airport, Bill Clinton happens to be landing at the very same airport. Then somehow Clinton finds out that Lynch is on the same tarmac? Did he asked the tower Hey I am going to read you off a list of people tell me if anyone is on the tarmac? Despite her being on board, and planning on leaving, Lynch's plane for whatever reason refuses to actually, I don't know...Take off? Bill finds out exactly which plane she's in, then walks across that hot ass Arizona runway because he really needs to tell Lynch about the cute ass thing his grand kid did with her soiled diaper. When Bill gets there, low and behold the ladder is still in place for God only knows what reason? Lynch is on board and presumably ready to leave, so what's the holdup? And why do they still need that ladder?  Unless Lynch really loved that ladder and she was formulating a plan to hijack it from the airport? Loretta Lynch said she 'Never discussed any aspect of the investigation with anyone from the Clinton campaign or the DNC." I think the odds of her and Bill never mentioning anything about Hillary are even more of a long-shot than the Lynch and Bill "Oh my God what a coincidence" airport meeting. As Trump asked Comey "Am I being investigated?" it would only be natural for Bill Clinton to ask "Is my wife in trouble?" Except for Hillary Clinton, and Mark Zuckerberg, we are all human. There is something called "Human Nature," and anyone would ask that question if someone they knew was being investigated by the FBI. In fact, if Lynch told the press "Yes, Bill Clinton asked about his wife being investigated and I told him "I can't answer that Bill, I'm sorry." That would have been more believable than "We talked about Grandkids, Golf and G-spots, well that last one was Bill asking me, what is it? And where can I find it? Because none of his rape victims seemed to have it" Read the full article