#like I can't stop thinking about because yeah what else could you call that account

[psychotrenny]

I reckon a mate of mine summed things up pretty well when it described HalimedeMF as the "nonthreatening feminist boy" of Cisbian Chasers

[rambling-at-midnight]

Don't Go Disappearing On Me Again

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason's lost too much to lose you, too. (We stan healthy communication in this house)

Word count: 2.3k

Ow.

You've never worked Friday nights before at the restaurant, and you never want to again. And you'd thought Saturday mornings were bad.

But one of your favorite coworkers had called you in a panic early this morning, begging you to take her shift, because her lab group's department at GCU was going out to bowling and it would be a great networking opportunity. You were the last person she called, but everyone else before you had declined because they were either scheduled or determined to avoid the shitshow.

And because you were weak, you gave in and said you would cover her Friday night shift as long as she covered your Friday morning shift.

So you two swapped shifts, and you went into your library internship in the morning instead of the evening. It wasn't a particularly hard job, but end-of-week returns had you dashing all over the three floors, so your feet already hurt before you walked into the restaurant.

Right before coming in, you'd texted Jason that you'd gotten held up, and it was a good thing you did, because you haven't had a single break to look at your phone the whole shift. He likely wasn't even awake yet—last night's patrol had been tough on the both of you, him because he came home half beaten to death, and you because you'd had a heart attack waking up in the middle of the night to your bloody boyfriend passing out on top of you in bed. But you usually got home around six from the library, and it was looking like you wouldn't be back until ten at the earliest, so you wanted to let him know. It was going on hour seven after starting at two p.m., when the restaurant switched from its brunch to dinner menu. Personally, you think two p.m. is obscenely early to eat dinner, but apparently rich people loved eating at weird hours, because you had had nonstop tables the entire night.

But the good thing is that the restaurant closes at nine, so you’re almost there. After your last three tables eat and leave, all you have to do is clean your section, close your checks, and clock out.

In the kitchen, you lean against the fridge, rubbing your hips and knees. You’re a little too young to feel so creaky after seven hours on your feet. After all, Jason works all night, doing athletic feats you could never dream of.

You can't really complain, though. You'd gotten lucky with your tables; they'd all tipped well. Maybe you could even add a little bit to your savings account instead of shoving every paycheck right at your student loans, which just keep growing, no matter how much you pay.

“Oh, no,” says Charlotte, one of the other veteran servers at the restaurant. She’s staring at the camera feed display, which is tuned to a livestream of the restaurant’s entranceway. “Don’t you dare seat me now, Ashley, I swear to God.”

“What time is it?” your head jerks up. “We’re about to close, right? Is someone looking for a table?”

“Yeah,” she says, pointing to the screen. “The hottest man in the world just walked in our front door.”

You just hum, not bothering to look in favor of pulling out your phone. You know for a fact that the hottest man in the world is actually at home in your bed right now. “The kitchen’s stopped receiving tickets. No way Ashley seats someone right now.” The screen doesn't light up when you click the power button. Well, shit. It's dead.

“I can’t tell what he’s saying.” Charlotte squints at the screen. “He’s, like, huge. Does Ashley look a little scared to you?”

You’re out of the kitchen without even looking at the screen. You speedmarch right past your tables, ignoring one man’s halfhearted attempts to flag you down for more ketchup. A righteous fire is boiling in your gut. You’ve been here long enough that the managers won’t fire you for telling off any customers that harass the younger workers that are more scared to stand up for yourself.

Your mouth is already open, ready to spew forth the beginning of your tirade, when you recognize the man in front of Ashley at the host stand.

Dressed in gray sweats and a dark T-shirt, slouching slightly, he looks even worse than when you kissed his forehead goodbye that morning. The bruise on Jason's face has properly colored now, purple and blue along his jawline. His hair looks a little flat, like he's been wearing his helmet, which is strange.

Jason's eyes snap onto you the second you appear, and you falter at the intensity there. Something has happened, but you're not sure what.

"Hey," you say, a little hesitant. "What's up?"

Ashley exhales with relief. "So you do know him."

"Yeah," you say without breaking eye contact with Jason, who's staring at you with the same expression you think a wolf would wear when stalking a hare. "He's my boyfriend."

You expect Jason to tell you that someone was in an accident. Someone's in the hospital. Something terrible happened to your apartment while you were gone.

He says none of those things. Instead, Jason says, "I didn't know you picked up a Friday shift."

Ashley's face goes blank.

"I told you I would be home late."

“No,” he corrects. “You texted me that you were being held up.”

“Yeah, at work.”

“And then you disappeared.” Jason’s jaw clenched. “Did you know that a bank was held up this afternoon? Your bank?”

“Oh, shit,” your hand flies up to cover your mouth. “My phone died, I don’t know when. You couldn’t check my location and see I was here?”

He just shakes his head, stiff and wordless.

“Hey, Y/N.” It’s your manager approaching the host stand now, customer service smile on and eyes taking in Jason’s appearance. “What’s going on up here?”

“Hey, Steve,” you say. “Sorry, this is my boyfriend Jason—Jay, this is my manager, Steve—”

Jason gets the hint and smiles close-lipped, reaching to shake Steve’s hand.

“My phone died so he came to see if I needed a ride home.”

“As soon as your tables leave and your section’s clean, you’re good to go. Oh, and you have to roll silverware.”

“It’ll be at least another hour,” you say apologetically to Jason.

“Okay.” His eyes keep boring into you like he’s trying to send you a telepathic message. He’s mad, you get it, but it makes you a little mad, too. You’re a grown adult. Yeah, the miscommunication was your fault, and it’s fine for him to be worried, but he looks close to Red Hood levels of anger, which is totally unwarranted for this situation. “Is it cool if I wait at the bar for you, then?”

“Of course!” Steve answers for you. "Our bartender, Lacy, will be happy to serve you while you wait." He checks his watch. "Until last call, that is."

"He didn't scare you, did he?" you ask Ashley as soon as Steve leaves. You smile at Jason, trying to tease him, but his expression doesn't twitch. "He looks mean, but I promise he's a big ol' softie."

Jason just grunts, but on his way to the bar, he doesn't forget to drop a kiss to your forehead. It warms you from the inside out.

As soon as he's gone, Ashley blurts out, "What happened to his face?"

"Motorcycle accident," you fib. "Oh, my table's calling me."

You rush over to take care of the poor man's ketchup—he's been waiting almost five whole minutes—and check out another party. The back of your neck prickles as you do. Every time you glance at the bar, Jason's green eyes are locked on your every move. It flusters you so much that when your table leaves, they say thanks, and you respond with, "Good morning!"

"What?"

"Thanks, you too!"

You run back to the kitchen, and everyone immediately starts interrogating you about your 'huge hunky boyfriend' (Charlotte's words, not yours).

By some miracle, all your tables clear out by closing time, and you’re out by 9:20. There are still a couple people at the bar, but Jason’s up immediately to walk out with you, leaving his water glass on the counter.

He doesn’t say anything, though you can feel his eyes on you whenever you aren’t looking. You won’t fight in public, so you follow his lead and stay quiet.

He drove your car to pick you up, and even though he’s obviously mad, he holds the passenger door open for you before getting into the driver’s seat.

The drive home is silent. He parks in the spot for your shared apartment, then immediately, quietly, asks, “Why’d you pick up a shift without telling me?”

"It was super last-minute," you say. He's still facing forward, so you do the same, eyeing his profile out of the corner of your eyes. "Like, it happened this morning. I thought you were sleeping, so I didn't want to blow up your phone with texts. I thought you'd just check my location and see where I was when you woke up."

Jason's hand clenches on the center console. "I woke up and I was terrified."

"I'm sorry—"

"And the bank, and your wording, and your phone was off—"

"I know," you say, putting your hand over his fist. He unclenches immediately to lace his fingers with yours. "I'll make sure I tell you next time."

Jason takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. In a rush, he finally turns to face you and says, "I don't mean to be controlling."

You blink. "I don't think you're being controlling."

"You don't?" Jason frowns. "Then why were you so mad when I walked into your work?"

"Mad? I'm not mad—you're mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, what are you talking about?"

"You've been glaring this whole time! And you didn't say a word this entire car ride."

"Because I thought you were angry. I wanted to give you space."

"Okay, wait, wait, wait." You hold up a hand. "Let me get this straight. You're not mad at me?"

"No," he says earnestly. "I was worried and scared, but you're an adult. You don't have to ask for permission if you want to pick up a shift at work." He makes a face like the thought disgusts him.

"Okay," you say. "Okay, well if you're not mad at me, I'm not mad at you, either."

"Then why did you look so pissed when I walked in?"

You press your lips together to keep from smiling. "Well, we have cameras that show us up front while we're in the kitchen, right? One of my coworkers was watching and said 'the hottest man in the world' walked in and I didn't look because I thought the hottest guy in the world was still asleep in my bed—"

Jason covers his face with his hands. You can't stop your smile now, and you pull them away so you can look at said handsome face. "And I didn't even look because I'm such a loyal, awesome partner—"

"You are pretty awesome," he agrees, trying to sound serious, but he's grinning like an idiot, too. His cheeks are flushed pink.

"I know I am. But then Charlotte said that the hostess, Ashley, looked a little intimidated by him, so I walked out to see if she needed help."

"Aw," Jason says. He lowers his chin to look at you from underneath his lashes, pretty as a picture. "Were you going to give me a stern talking-to?"

"I can still give you one," you offer.

"Maybe later."

He's still grinning, and you're still grinning, so the both of you are grinning at each other like idiots in the car.

You want to kiss him, and he's your boyfriend. You're allowed to do that whenever the two of you want, so you take Jason by the chin and pull his mouth to yours.

Jason sighs against you, and it's like all the tension in his body melts away. One hand comes up to cradle your jaw, the other on the back of your head.

You break away to murmur, "Are you patrolling tonight?" He's still so beaten up.

"No," he whispers, voice low and gravelly in a way that has butterflies whipping around like a tornado in your stomach.

"Good. Wanna go up and be the hottest patient in the world while I look at your wounds?"

"Only if you're the hottest nurse in the world."

"Oh, but then who will be the hottest chef in the world who makes dinner?"

"The hot chef is on vacation right now," Jason joked. "But I can be a really hot food-orderer. What takeout are you in the mood for?"

"You're the injured one. What do you want?"

"I want whatever you want."

You narrow your eyes in a glare. "Well, I want whatever you want."

"You gotta make a decision," he says, already on his phone. "You're the hottest decision-maker in the world, I'm the hottest food-orderer."

"Chinese?"

"You got it."

Right before he dials the number, you grab him and kiss him again. When you pull back, he chases after your lips. It's so tempting that you give him another firm peck before you pat his chest once.

Jason blinks twice, looking dazed. "What was that for?"

You shrug. "I just wanted to kiss the hottest man in the world."

"Oh, my God." He groans and covers his face again, but you can see his red ears. "You're never gonna let that go?"

"Mmm." You pretend to consider it. "No."

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[halfwayhearted]

omg i love ur account soo bad, i would rlly like to read about Spencer being jealous of Derek, for the reader to comfort him and try to help with his insecurities, lowk sad ik but pleaseee 🙇🏻‍♀️

Do You Realize? — Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Summary: After the constant small, friendly touches between you and Derek, Spencer can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering if there was something between the two of you.

Word Count: 615+

Disclaimer/s — Slight angst—not really, comfort (?), mutual pining, and teasing from Derek because hello.

A/N: HI. HI. HI. ALSO, I LOVE YOU SOOO, THANK YOU??? :3 I also struggled a little (a lot) and I’m aware that your request wasn’t done much justice, I’m sorry, but I hope you like, hey…

Spencer hated the sight before him. He did, a lot.

It was of you and Derek messing around—like always. Nothing new. His hand lifted to grab your arm so you could reciprocate his handshake after he had blatantly insulted you, making you drop it. But with one glance at his playful grin, you knew you couldn’t actually be upset with him, so you took his hand in yours, holding it for a second longer as you started to speak. Your voice stern.

“I better not hear a word from you,” you warned, “Like, seriously. If I find out, Derek, I’ll get Garcia.”

His grin widened, “Not a peep from me, lover.”

That was when you dropped his hand, your eyes narrowing in feigned annoyance as you turned and walked away. You stopped when you caught the gaze of Spencer. “No paperwork, I assume?”

He stiffened at the sound of your voice. You had caught him. Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “I, uh, I finished early. What about you?”

“Handed them in earlier. Are you heading home?”

Offering you a tight-lipped smile, the brunette nods his head, the only thing he can actually manage right now. He then grabs his leather messenger bag and slings it over his shoulder.

“Me too,” a short pause, adding, “Walk with me?”

‘Walk with me?’ Walk with you? Well, of course!

He nods again and walks up to you. You grab your own bag and make your way toward the elevators. The silence between the two of you was… quiet—quiet, but comfortable. At least, that’s what you had thought. Could Spencer say the same?

No. No, he couldn’t.

No, to Spencer, it was absolutely torturous. He was too busy over-analyzing things that probably weren’t even real problems.

It was just… he didn’t know. “You and Morgan seem close. Just last week, you were arguing.”

Your eyebrows pinched together. “Arguing? No, we weren’t arguing. It was more like... I don’t know, but it wasn’t arguing, I can assure you of that.” You trail off. “Did it really seem that way?”

“Well—no, not really. It didn’t seem that way. You guys just weren’t as touchy then. That’s all.”

That was when you became extremely confused. Since when did he, Spencer Reid, care about you being touchy with someone? Especially Morgan, for that matter. It was simply a friendly bond.

“It’s nothing,” you tell him. “If he needs a hug, I’ll give him one. A handshake? Sure. I’m sure he’d do the same; he would for anyone else on the team.”

Letting out a small hum, his grip on his satchel tightens. So, you decide to speak some more.

“Spencer, what’s on your mind? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m fine. Just thinking is all.” He replies, voice uncharacteristically stoic.

That’s when Morgan’s words from before come into play. He had basically insulted you, calling you dense for not seeing how the man beside you looked at you. How you looked at him the same way, yet you wouldn’t act on it for some reason.

It’s not like he would act on it either it seems.

Should matters be taken into your own hands?

You thought they should be.

When the elevator doors opened and you knew you’d be heading in opposite directions, you stepped out and turned to him, “Hey, Spencer?”

Meeting your gaze, he furrowed his brows and took his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You have nothing to worry about.” And with that, you simply walked away, too soon to notice the flush of his cheeks rising by the second.

Realizing he had yet to exit, he cast you one last glance before hastily making his way out.

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[rosemarydisaster]

I made some sort of alignment classification based on whether they're impulsive or if they plan ahead for the Batfam. Feel free to correct me (politely please, I'll cry) or to add your opinion. I'm not trying to be super canon, just based on their characters' vibes.

Bruce Wayne: 100% planner. This man could be a Bene Gesserit, plans within plans, and they always work even if they shouldn't (because DC can't have him be wrong). It's like a choose your own adventure, you follow the plan and each time something new happens that is sure to chase things up he pulls a subsection specifically for it. Senior Justice League Members just don't question him anymore no matter what. "You had a contingency for getting invaded by mind controlling ballerina spiders? Yeah, sure, tell us all about it".

Barbara Gordon: she plans around her impulses. She is self aware enough at this point to know she's a bit of a hot head. It is what it is, she's called Batman an Emo Boy's idea of Therapy enough times to his face to know she just can't help herself with some stuff. So instead of working against it she plans around it. In the end, it was her plan all along. Canary thinks she could just hold her tongue, but considering the vigilantes Oracle manages, her experience in planning for these situations is invaluable.

Dick Grayson: Impulsive, not because he can't make plans or because he isn't smart. Quite the opposite. He just has that ADHD dog in him. He would be guiding the Titans through a mission and they'd be thinking "Woah, everything is going according to his plan", meanwhile inside his head is Bear Grylls saying "Improvise, Adapt, Overcome". It's not so much that he comes up with plans on the spot but he ends up changing it along the way because he thought of something better for that specific situation. He may use B's protocols for a general structure but then trusts his instinct to come up with something better on the spot.

Cassandra Cain: Neither. She's not one to be coming up with elaborate schemes but, as much as she relies on her instinct, she's able to stop before jumping. She doesn't need to plan, she knows what works. She observes and then takes the best course of action. When Bruce goes on and on about the importance of planning she just answers "Skill issue" and leaves.

Jason Todd: impulsive planner. This is a man that makes plans, okay? He's theatre kid coded, he needs to know his little monologues by heart. The thing is, he's also very emotional and has the impulse control of a toddler in front of the cookie jar. He can't help himself, he has to punch the asshole and make the witty comeback or he will explode. The outlaws have been grilled to death on the importance of following the plan but then watch him like ten minutes later throw it out the window. They find it both endearing and annoying.

Stephanie Brown: Queen of Chaos. She can plan. She's good at it too btw, she just doesn't want to if she can avoid it. She works best when she's improvising and it drives Bruce and Tim up the walls. They just hate to see women winning. She's the best one out of all of them at turning a mistake to her advantage in a matter of seconds. It's quite impressive.

Tim Drake: Chaotic planner. Everyone is so sure Tim is a mini Bruce and to a certain extent, if you squint your eyes, then yes. But Young Just Us know the truth: his plans are extremely effective but only in the most chaotic way possible. There's the Batman plan, and there's the Red Robin plan, which is like the first one but faster and with more fire. He also has to be periodically reminded to take into account his own wellbeing when making his little schemes.

Duke Thomas: plans on the go. I don't know how else to explain it but it's like those sequences in the Sherlock movies (the ones with RDJ) where he's watching his surroundings and opponents almost in slow-mo till he puts together a plan. It's similar to Dick from the outside, but if you pay attention you can see the wheels turning in his head as he goes along. He actually stops and thinks (metaphorically, most of the time his thinking is done while he distracts enemies).

Damian Al Gul Wayne: he's a strategist, not a planner. This is an important distinction because whenever Batman or Red Robin are explaining one of their convoluted plans he feels like he's actively losing braincells. He's closer to Cassandra in the way he prefers a more direct solution. He also gets palpitations anytime Jason or Stephanie just start doing things without thinking. If he knew what Dick's thought process was he would have probably developed an anxiety disorder in his time as Dick's robin. He doesn't understand the need for such high detail planning and hates the idea of making it along the way. No, he just needs to come up with the most efficient strategy and that's all.

[wandussyfantasy]

I Want You

Summary: Kate Bishop lets everyone know that she wants you.

Request: (From Ao3) I NEED a part 2 of this!! Like Kate cornering y/n at school and begs her to f her cus she can't think of anything else.Ooh and some jealous Kate would be awesome

Pairing: Kate Bishop x g!p Reader

Word count: 2.9k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, name calling, g!preader, praising, creampie, mentions of alcohol.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

“Oh yeah, that is so good,” Kate fakes the moan as she is being fucked by a guy she knew in high school. He used to be known as the hottest guy in school that every girl wanted. Even Kate wanted him as much as the next girl. But now, as he is thrusting into her in a shitty bathroom of an even shittier bar, she can’t remember what the big deal was. It certainly wasn’t his dick.  

“Yeah, you like that baby? I know you love that dick,” he says as he starts to go faster. 

Kate tries not to laugh or respond with something sarcastic like, “I can't even feel it.” And instead says, “Oh yeah, it's so good.” She was home for the winter break between semesters and she hated every second of it. She was miserable. Not because her mom dropped a bomb on her by introducing her new fiance to Kate for the first time. Not because her best friend wasn’t talking to her. It’s not even the cold weather or the bad sex. It’s because of you. She can’t stop thinking about you. She can’t stop craving you. 

She doesn't understand why she wants you so bad. The two of you barely fucked in the backseat of your car. But then she remembers the size of your cock, it causes her to moan as she imagines the way it stretched her. She remembers the way your cum felt inside of her and how she refrained from flirting the rest of the night so that no one else got a taste of it before she could. Then when she was in her room at the sorority house, she fingered the cum out of her pussy and ate as much of it as she could.

This wasn't her, she wasn't someone that craved cum or even dick for that matter. People craved her, not the other way around. Elijah stops thrusting as he empties himself into the condom and Kate is relieved that he's finally done. “Did you cum?” He asks through rough breaths. 

“Oh yeah, that was amazing,” she says as she readjusts her underwear and her skirt. “This was fun.”

“Uh, can I call you?” Elijah asks awkwardly as he tucks himself back into his jeans. 

“No, I'm good,” she says as she steps out of the bathroom. She makes her way back to the building that she inherited when she turned eighteen. Her apartment sits above an old pizza shop that contributes to her bills with the rent they pay. Once she is settled in her sweatpants on her couch, she checks the requests on her OnlyFans account to see if any of them sound like they could be from you. 

After that night when you threw her secret account in her face as an attempt of an insult, she went through her subscribers to try and find you. But she couldn't. She didn't know if you stopped subscribing after you finally got to fuck her or if you were better at hiding your identity than she was. 

A request catches her eye and she considers going through with it now since she is still hot and bothered. She looks around her apartment and decides that since she needed a shower anyway, that she might as well. All they wanted was a private live stream of her showering with a dildo inside of her. They offered a decent amount of money to see it happen. She messaged the person to see if they were available. 

Luckily, you had just laid down in bed and were getting ready to browse her page when you received the message. You only have yourself to blame for not getting her phone number before the two of you left school for the break. But you still didn't want to admit that you subscribed to her page so instead you opted to remain anonymous when sending the request. 

You lick your lips as you reply back and you unbutton the crotch area of your sleep pants to free your limp dick to prepare yourself. Once she sends the link to the stream you squeeze some lube on your hand and get ready for the show. You wanted to pretend that you got the chance to fuck her in her shower so you asked that she fuck herself in there. 

You open the stream and it's her standing in her shower. The water is running down her body and you lick your lips again. You didn't get to appreciate her body that night the two of you fucked and you wish you could now. You imagine yourself kneeling before her. Kissing her smooth skin on her belly. Licking away all of the water droplets as you stroke yourself. Your dick starts to come alive, hardening in your hand as you watch her wash herself. It looks like she's taking a normal shower. Which she might be. Making the experience feel somewhat invasive but because you paid for it, you know that there isn’t anything wrong so you continue to watch. 

Then she steps out of the shower for a moment and you get a full view of the breasts you wish were in your mouth right now. She leaves the frame and returns with a dildo with a suction end. She sticks it to the wall and you almost laugh at the size, it’s not even close to the cock in your hand. You begin to wonder if you’re the biggest she’s ever had. As she begins to ride the wall you pick up the pace of your stroking. A message pops up on your screen stating that for an extra charge you can request more from her. You type in that you want her to moan the name of the person she is thinking about. 

The message gets read out from a robotic voice, probably a setting on her device. “I’m only thinking about you baby,” she replies as she continues to push herself back and forth on her dildo. She wasn’t technically lying, neither of you knew that she was telling the truth. She thought she was lying to a stranger as she thought about you and you thought she was lying when she said it was you. So you continue to push, luckily with no extra cost. When she’s finally close enough to her climax she finally moans out, “Y/n!!” This causes you to cum in your hand. Then you panic as you think that you’ve been caught. But she pops off of the wall and shuts the water off. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to say that.” 

You tell her that it’s okay and let her know that you finished. You give her an extra tip and she shuts down the live stream. You clean your mess and fall asleep. 

You don't spend anymore money on Kate the rest of the break in fear of getting caught or telling her in the heat of the moment. But you spend every night jerking off to her account. Hoping that when you return to school that you'll get at least a second chance to fuck her. If not, you're not sure how you'll learn to move on from her. 

At some point in the break you buy yourself a pocket pussy because your hand just wasn't enough when it came to fantasizing about Kate. Meanwhile Kate is masturbating to your Instagram account. She watches your exercise videos and zooms in on your progress photos, hoping to see the outline of your cock through your sweatpants. Oh what she would give to fuck you again. You have ruined her for anyone else. 

Finally, the spring semester starts and has the both of you distracted with the piles of assignments that they start everyone off with. Neither of you is thinking about the other nor are you having any sex for that matter. But the universe is on your side when you spot her during a lecture in a class with a long list of group projects on the syllabus. The perfect excuse to spend time together. 

Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of free time as you focus on your studies. It's what has always kept you single. It's not until the second month of the semester that you're able to breathe again. By that point you're not even sure that Kate would be interested in you so you start to move on. Especially since the two of you worked twice together in group projects and she seemed interested in everyone else but you.

Cassie Lang, a girl in your Quantum Physics class, catches your attention. Or more accurately, you catch her attention. The two of you become flirty with each other pretty openly. When you start to attend parties on the weekends again, the two of you somehow find each other and spend the time talking and laughing with each other. It doesn't go beyond that. Part of you thinks she only wants to be friends or that maybe she's wanting to experiment a little. But you don't mind the company or the attention. 

Kate can't focus when she notices you with that air headed blonde bitch. Especially when the two of you sit next to each other in class a few rows in front of Kate. She hates seeing you flirt with another girl. She thought that you would come to her once classes started up again. She thought you would make an excuse to talk to her after class. Try to get her alone for a "study session." She thought that she could make you jealous again. But no. Instead you're flaunting your attention to another girl in front of her. Well, she wasn't going to stand for it much longer. 

She convinces your brother, Peter, and his fraternity to host a big party after the big basketball game later that week. A win or lose celebration. Either way, there had to be a party. Peter and his fraternity brothers are all for it. Then she makes certain that you attend by having someone invite Cassie. She wanted to make sure this girl knew that you belonged to Kate. She wanted everyone to know that you are Kate's now. 

Saturday comes around with a big victory for the school's basketball team. Which means that the party is going wild. The music is loud, everyone is drinking copious amounts of alcohol. You attended the game with Cassie and brought her along to the party. It was sort of an official and an unofficial date for the two of you. Neither of you let the other know what it was and neither of you put any kind of pressure on the situation. Just simply enjoying the company. 

That is until two beers and several shots in you start to get horny as the two of you dance with others in the living room. The sensual music playing as Cassie grinds into your body has you wanting more from her and she seems to be willing to give it. But when you gaze into her blue eyes you are reminded that they don't compare to Kate's deep blue eyes. “What’s the matter?” Cassie asks as her face is close to yours, she is still moving to the song but you are standing still.

“Nothing I just uh, I just,” you aren't able to finish your thought as Kate comes between the two of you. She holds onto your shoulder as she dances against you. “Kate? What are you doing?” 

“Dancing, come on, it's a party!” she says as continues to dance against you. 

Cassie tries to pull her off of you, “Excuse you! We were dancing!”

“And now we are,” Kate only spins to face her so that she can twerk her ass against your crotch. Your dick twitches as your body remembers how her ass was bouncing on your legs as she rode your cock with her tight walls. 

Cassie's face gets red as she grabs Kate by her hair. Your eyes widen as the two girls start to fight over… well, you. 

You had no idea that Kate still wanted you. But there's no denying it now as she tosses Cassie into the crowd. Peter and Harry find you to try and convince you of something when they get distracted by the fight. 

Peter takes a hit from his vape before he shouts, “Cat fight!” 

You shake your head as he draws attention to the whole debacle. You take the cup from Harry's hand and down the entire beverage before you step into the fight to try and break it up. 

“Cut it out! I'm really not worth it!” you shout as you pull Kate off of Cassie. 

“You have to choose!” Kate shouts in your arms. 

“Last I checked, you're not even an option bitch!” Cassie shouts back. The crowd's reaction is pro-Cassie and you feel awkward being caught in the middle of this. 

You set Kate down on her feet and look between her and Cassie, then to the rest of the room and shake your head as you walk out of the party. People throw their empty cups at you on your way out for not picking one of the girls. Once you're outside you take a moment to breathe. Cassie comes out of the house a few minutes later. “What the fuck was that?” 

You look down at your feet. “I don't know Cassie, what was that?” 

“She was getting in the way I just-”

“It didn't need to get that physical!” You cut her off as you spin to face her. “It didn't need to be a big spectacle but you made it that way!” You close your eyes to stop yelling. “You aren't who I thought you were. I can't continue whatever this is.” You state before you walk away. Walking all the way back to your dorm building. 

On Monday afternoon, when you're moving from one class to the next a hand reaches out for you and pulls you into an empty lecture hall. “It's just me,” Kate says as she pushes you up against a wall. “I’m sorry about Saturday. I only wanted to kiss you in front of everyone. I didn't want all of that to happen.” She explains with soft hopeful eyes. “I was going crazy from wanting you so bad. I haven't been able to fuck anyone else because I want you so bad.”

You frown as you see a bandage on her nose and on her cheek with a cut on her bottom lip. You gently caress her cheek. “You haven't talked to me in months. When I tried to catch your attention you ignored me,” you state as you pull your hand away. 

“I was trying to get you to be the person you were that night,” she says truthfully. “I didn't know how else to get your attention.” 

“You've always had my attention,” you tell her before you finally kiss her. Kate leans into the kiss hungrily. “Tonight,” you say as you try to pull away thinking about how you're going to be late for class. Kate bites your bottom lip and it turns you on even more. You can't go to class with a raging erection. “Fuck it,” you say as you grab her and flip the position so that she is pressed against the wall. You drop your backpack to the ground and quickly unzip your pants. You pull your cock out through the opening and Kate gasps as she is finally able to see the size in the light. She doesn't even have to touch herself to know that she is dripping wet. 

You slip your hand up her skirt to move her panties to the side but instead you instantly come in contact with her warm pussy lips. “I needed to be prepared for this,” she says with innocent eyes when you looked up at her with a shocked expression. You shake your head at your predictability then kiss her. 

“I apologize for how quick this is going to be, I really can't miss this class,” you say as you enter her without warning. “Oh fuck!” you say in celebration of finally being able to be inside of her after months and months of pining for her. You grip her thighs as you step closer to her, getting your dick further into her pussy. “Fuck you for making me wait so long,” you say as you start to thrust into her. 

Kate groans as you fuck her against the wall. “Fuck you for dating someone else instead of asking me out!” She says back as she holds onto your neck. You slam into her a little harder after that and she is experiencing the first real orgasm in months just moments after having you inside of her. “Oh goodness! I've been waiting for this for so long!” she says as you continue to pound into her pussy. Part of you wants to savor this moment and the rest of you wants to release right here right now. “It’s okay, cum in me baby. Give yourself something to look forward to after class. Mmm the thought of you eating me out has me- OOOHH” Her walls close around you as she has another orgasm, drawing yours out of you. 

“Fuck!” you groan as you shoot all of your cum inside of her. When you pull out of her, your dick is a mess from her fluids and yours and Kate can't help herself when she kneels down and cleans you off with her tongue. “Thank you,” you say breathlessly. You tuck your cock back into your pants. “I will see you after class at my place?” Kate shakes her head. “Your place?” She nods and you agree as you grab your bag from the floor and leave with one last kiss.

[literaila]

Heyy so I've readed your fanfic A Typical Family and I can't stop re reading it because, well, let's just say that the manga is not at it's finest (Prettysureyouknowwhatimean.) and your fanfic is doing a great job helping me with my mental stability caused by Gege Akutami 😀 so thank you!

I love everything, I sure as hell needed that fluff. But one of the things I like the most is actually y/n's past, I like that you didn't went into details about what happened to her and it was just mentioned like two or three times. I like that a lot because it makes the character more intriguing and you give the reader the posibility of being as creative as possible when it comes to her past, I atleast came up with a few ideas of how she used to live.

But after Chapter 29 I couldn't help myself but wonder what really happened to y/n with her family during her youth. In details. Because I felt that there was A LOT going on-

So yeah, that's why I searched for you in tumblr, fell in love with you after scrolling down your account for a bit (which means hours) and decided to ask you if you could specify more about her past? What happened to her? How was her daily life living in a place where she was missunderstood by her own parents? How did her parents treated her? Did she always felt lonely? Is that why she's so insecure when she became a mother? I REALLY am intrigued.

Thanks again for everything and let's hope to find that annoying cat's hideout 😄🔪

(idoindeedunderstandexactlywhatyoumean)

ah. my dear reader.

she started as just an archetype of sorts, i suppose. like a person in my head but not enough of a person to interfere with the story in any particular way

the focus was abandonment issues so that satoru/suguru leaving could actually have some purpose.

but as i’m sure everyone is well aware—i don’t do simplicity, and i wholeheartedly believe that each and every character (in any media) should be a little… messed up? hurt? battling their own demons??

i think about things in the ways that it’ll improve or harm a story. and satoru leaving reader after being left by everyone else—that’s what i latched on to originally

(actually originally originally it was just a one-shot of megumi calling reader mom and being upset about it… ah how things change)

so i continued with that idea and im not sure when exactly i decided that her parents were awful, but they were. it made it easier for her to avoid talking to satoru about any issues, and easier to understand why she would care so much about these kids and them growing up with (no offense to gojo) a child for a father.

and at the beginning you can tell (or maybe only i can idk) that she is less self conscious about herself, and more worried about the kids. how are they going to react to this? how can a recently graduated person become a mother in under an hour? so it’s not that she’s insecure because she didn’t have a good childhood—that’s just how she is. too thoughtful, a bit anxious.

(mostly just to tie in satoru and readers relationship because i figured they’d need some balancing somewhere)

but then as the characters become more of their own, i needed more from her character. why does she care about these kids so much beyond just having morals? why do they trust her almost immediately?

and this began in the part where she’s consoling tsumiki—because i wanted to give baby a moment sorry not sorry. suddenly she missed her estranged parents and understood how sad miki felt. how much losing your mother matters.

but i’ve always made it fairly clear that tsumiki is just trusting. so easy one there.

but with megumi—reader is more worried that satoru is going to raise him under his wing. and obviously, that’s a horrible decision. satoru is barely a normal teenager to reader so… yeah she doesn’t trust him with megumi. who is obviously impressionable and easy to persuade.

plus the boy is rough for a six year old—needs a gentler hand than some people (ahem, satoru) can give him.

but unlike tsumiki, megumi was going to take time. so instead of a moment they have lots of little things—like the fact that she can read his emotions even when he’s trying to close them off, or that she watches him interact with both tsumiki and satoru very differently.

their trust is built on silence—but once megumi can depend on someone there’s really no going back.

and none of this has anything to do with reader necessarily—but her foundation is made from the two children, and satoru.

and then i had to push some more on the two of them. because—they are in love (they don’t say it ever, but it’s obvious), but they need a reason to hide it.

for satoru it’s because he has been raised to be the most important thing, and to not really trust anyone. and when suguru leaves he realizes that no matter what no one will understand him—he’ll always be a level ahead, a step too high.

so for reader it has to be different. some echoes of pain. and as soon as i realized how scared she was for megumi—i had to give her a reason to be scared. i imagine that she’s always been terrified of jujutsu, not because it’s difficult or because there was some nasty curses, but because it essentially ruined her life.

i imagine her parents to be average, run of the mill people. i think she depended on them when she was very young, and was naturally trusting (like tsumiki) as a child. she’s the type to believe that her parents are the best people in the world.

but once a little girl begins to see things that aren’t there—to scream and hide in closets, or cry while being dragged into the kitchen—things shift.

i don’t think it was bad at first, but when her cursed technique manifested, her parents understood that she was something other.

outwardly, they provided everything a child needs. food, home, clothes, education. but they refused to listen to her when something was wrong, they would leave the room when she entered—because she carried that negative presence with her.

so, i think to reader, they treated her like she was the curse.

and when yaga shows up, rattling about jujutsu high and these strange things that only the two of them would be able to understand, there was no returning back into the child her parents had loved.

she was different. too different for them to understand—or want to even try to.

i doubt they gave her a choice in going to school. if they could get her out of their house, get her curse out of there—they were going to.

(not to mention that there’s no reason for her to stay at home—not with two people who couldn’t care less about her).

so she was essentially sent away at fifteen and (like reader says) they were gone not too long after that.

(i think both the first and second years found out about this because yaga was trying to be nice and tell them not to push and accidentally revealed too much information. also he’s a gossip oops).

with the type of childhood she had—bad but not awful, nothing to run from—it makes it hard for her to connect with other people. and reader truly does believe she is the curse because that’s all she’s been taught.

but everyone at jujutsu high can understand, even if it’s the smallest amount. going there changes her life, simply put.

with at least five other people there to understand the things that she does—the burden is divided equally among all of them. she doesn’t have to hold it all alone.

so she connects with suguru, begins to realize she was just a child and not a problem. she learns how to control her cursed technique and is no longer scared that she’s doomed to forever push people away.

and she makes friends. friends make all the difference in the world, obviously.

plus, there’s satoru and he’s a burden of his own.

but at least she gets to choose it this time, no matter how difficult he makes it.

[pirrusstuff]

Hiiiiiiii Fer 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

👶👶👶👶👶

🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

🎥🎥🎥🎥🎥

🛋️🛋️🛋️🛋️🛋️

🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸

-❤️🪐

Hii Saturn!

Teen AU 👶

" Stop! Why are you fighting!" Their mother was kneeling on the floor trying to separate them.

" Uuuuh I was trying to wake Eddie up"

None of them want to tell their mother why they were fighting.

" Yeah, she was just trying to help me, I'm play now" Eddie nervously said.

Helena looked a them, analyzed their expressions and posture, she saw the disaster in the kitchen, Eddie didn't hit his head and he wasn't even pale.

" Are you sure you feel okay?" She asked.

" Yeah"

" Okay, Eddie go to your room, Adriana go with him and tell me if anything happens"

"Kay!" They both said.

Dog! Eddie AU🐾 ( 1 per emoji for this one, sorry Saturn c;)

" So you're like a werewolf?" Karen asked looking a little bit confused.

"More like a nahual" Buck said.

" No nahual!" Eddie said " Yeah Karen, like a werewolf but instead of transforming into a wolf I transform into a dog every full moon"

"Since when?" Karen doesn't look confused or surprised, she's curious.

" When a dog bit me during a call" Now Eddie looks embarrassed.

" Okay"

" We are telling you this because I was the only one who knew it and we think Bobby is suspecting why we avoid full moon shifts" Buck said looking at Eddie.

Morning show AU 📹

Eddie looked very worried as he looked at his phone.

" What's going on Diaz?" Buck sat next to him on the floor.

" People sending me hate on the Instagram account the PR department told me to create..." He took a deep deep breath " and tomorrow I'm going to sign the divorce papers with my almost ex-wife"

Buck's eyes widen, he knows nothing about divorce ( just what Maddie told him but he hopes Eddie is in a totally different situation) but he knows a lot about how to deal with people's hate.

" Well that sounds bad"

" The divorce is not bad bad... me and Shannon, my almost ex-wife, wanted it and it's going to be the best for Chris, my son" Eddie said like it was really casual.

I'm asking you to stay 🛋️

" The time when it was just Chris and me, every time Christopher did something good, he looked to my side to find someone who was there to see it too, there was no one until I met you, you are always there"

" How could I not? Eddie you... when we met I was in a really bad moment of my life, I didn't really liked you at first..." Buck's voice was shaky.

" Yea I noticed that" Eddie smiled, tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.

" But when I saw you for the first time, beyond my jealousy... I-I knew that I was about to start the best time of my life, and thenImet Chris and I knew I had found my family" He took a deep breath " I know we've had our bad times, fights, days in the hospital, but..."

Eddie and Shannon's relationship🍸

She never had a voice, she didn't had any control in her life, everything looked like it was going to be decided by someone else.

And then she decided to go.

And she ended up hating that decision.

Did Eddie also have a voice and the power to decide important things in his life? or everything, at least most of it, was controlled by his parents.

They were not meant to be together or they were just two people who are victims of their circumstances.

Maybe if they...

NO, they can't go back together.

" You love me? or do you love the idea you have of me?" She takes a deep breath, she really needs to say this but it's so difficult " Do you love how messy I am? do you love how much I like that stinky cheese you hate? do you love me when I make a mess in the kitchen? do you love me when I get late everywhere? do you love me when I get sad and I don't want to talk to anyone? do you love me the way a husband should love his wife?

Make me write!

[lloydfrontera]

berkis seems to be so powerful do you think he will able to do something like return og!lloyd and suho back to their original bodies? bring suho's original body to their world? and stop the restoration of fate? ignoring the if he isn't a lazy bum that will find this situation bothersome, but do you think berkis has these abilities?

nope! stopping the restoration of fate is one of the very few things that berkis can't do, not because he's a lazy bum but because it's actually out of his reach

Altering the path of fate was not an easy task. No, it was almost impossible. Like an overly tight bowstring, no matter how much you attempted to yank adn stretch it to change its shape, it returned to its original form as soon as you let your hands go. "That is the phenomenon called the restoration of destiny," explained Berkis dully. "That is how tenacious destiny is. And its restoration power is formidable." [...] "Then what am I supposed to do to stop destiny?" Lloyd felt dizzy as he heard these words. "I don't know," blurted Berkis nonchalantly. "Excuse me?" Lloyd's brow lifted. "Didn't you hear me? I don't know." "Wow." Lloyd gaped. "How am I supposed to know that? Do I look like a god?"

now could you argue that this is berkis not wanting to give lloyd any more incentive to ask for his help with dealing with the restoration of fate? yes absolutely this bastard led lloyd on a wild goose chase with the jewel of truth cause he didn't actually think he would be able to find all the materials and he wanted to get him off his back but. i kinda do want to take his word for it. if only because he sounded genuine when he asked if he looked like a god to know the answer.

plus. we also have confirmation that the king of hell can't do it.

"I'd like for you to clarify one thing. If I promise to work for Hell in the future... Could you put a stop to the restoration of destiny?" Lloyd asked, pining all his hopes on this question. He desperately wondered if he could save the Count, Countess, Julian, Scheherazade and everyone else around him by promising, no, signing a contract to diligently work in Hell after death, in exchange for stopping the restoration of destiny. Hell's King clicked his tongue. "I did make the right judgement about your character. You are a good man at heart. But unfortunately, that is not possible." "Even... if I promise you?" "No." Hell's King shook his head, saying, "No, the restoration of destiny cannot be stopped once it has begun regardless of anyone's opinion, including mine. The phenomenon can think and act for itself. It will not stop until it meets its goals." "It reminds me of a computer program," said Lloyd. "Yes. It's similar to a computer program of your world." "..." "It must be clear to you by now. It's out of my control," said Hell's King with finality in his voice. "I see." It was not a lie. The fact was painfully clear to him. The matter was beyond the King of Hell's control.

and if the king of hell can't do it, i'm willing to bet the archangel or berkis could neither, as they are somewhere in the same level of power.

but we also got more explicit confirmation of his from the webtoon. which. i am willing to take into account for this one thing because it doesn't directly contradict anything in the novel :P

as for whether he could return og lloyd to his own body and lloyd to his,,, i don't think so. for one thing not even the king of hell knows why lloyd took og lloyd's body in the first place and he's the one that deals with souls the most and the one that would have a better idea of why or how it happens, but he can only give his opinion, not an outright fact. i doubt berkis would know or have the power to anything about it that the king of hell couldn't.

so. yeah :]

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 2354 (chapter 12)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

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12. Coffee Delusions

"Yes?" Wesley asks, putting down his briefcase on the empty seat next to him.

"Hey, it's me." You say, getting in your car.

"Hello, y/n." Wesley's voice immediately softens. Fisk takes a notice of it, trying to listen as much of you speaking on the other side as he can.

"I'll be quick, just you know, wanted to give you a heads up that I'm quite free this week, for all I know now..." suddenly you get embarrassed for even calling him.

"Oh, that sounds amazing. You want to meet some time then?" Wesley asks, looking at Fisk in front of him, and the latter nods.

"That would be great. If you're not busy, of course."

"I am... A little. But for you, I can find some free time, when is good for you?" Wesley looks outside the window, possibly for the first time feeling like he couldn't hold Fisk's stare.

"Clear your schedule for tonight?" You ask, looking back at the firm's building, feeling like the place suddenly gave you a cold shoulder.

"Absolutely."

"I'll text you the address then." You say and wait a bit for him to say something else.

"Great. Can't wait to see you again."

"Yeah, me too. Bye, James."

"See you later." He ends the phone call, daring to look at Fisk.

"You'll manage the business?" Fisk asks.

"It's not the first time I multi-task." Wesley leans back in the seat, closing his eyes for a moment, and not seeing the raised eyebrow on Fisk's face.

*** Foggy and Matt were busy trying to make things for Healy better, although there was not much hope. Karen almost got bribed for the absolute silence; Hogarth made another shady deal, Benowitz was busy fucking that newbie lawyer from the 1st floor, and Fisk went to the gallery to look at the Rabbit in a Snowstorm painting again, finding it hard to forget Vanessa's pretty face. Fisk thought that he understood Wesley more than anyone else in the world, he thought of him as a friend, partner, sometimes even as a son, and today he felt like he saw a totally different man in front of him in that car. Usually, Fisk would order to get rid of any possible distractions, yet now that he started to feel something other than constant hatred, and it was directed towards a beautiful woman, Fisk dared to risk his best man and companion and let him get involved with something else than business.

You? You were trying to put up a look for the date. It wasn't really a date, although you considered it to be one, so you could make yourself look as good as you could. Dresses were not an option, since in the afternoon it got quite chilly, skirts were crossed out too, and that left you in dark blue suit pants and jacket again, but this time you decided to wear a warmer blouse underneath.

Wesley entered the Café precisely a minute before seven, but already found you sitting in the corner seat. His outfit was the same as he wore in the morning, just the suit went darker by three shades. Hand behind his back, he was walking confidently, looking around until he noticed you and a smirk escaped his lips. Getting at your table, he stopped, and pulled out a single red rose. "A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman."

You hated roses.

"Thank you." You blush slightly, feeling not ready to return to the dating world after all those years, and pretending that you liked the flower. After all, it was a nice gesture, especially in times like these, when men didn't care about bringing flowers to dates.

"I hope I didn't make you wait." He sits down, and you notice that he's not wearing a tie, few buttons of his shirt, unbutonned.

"No, not at all."

"Have you ordered anything yet? Coffee?" He puts his phone on the table, although he planned on leaving business out of his life this evening.

"Not yet, but I was thinking about it."

Wesley waves for the waiter and quickly orders, "black coffee for me and for the lady..."

"A latte. Thank you." you smile at the young woman, and she leaves your table just as fast as she came. "So, James, how was your day?" You put the rose in the middle of the table, as if dividing the table in two, and lean forward a bit.

"Quite... Adventurous. How was yours?" He leans forward too, smiling warmly, eyes not leaving yours.

"Interesting, I might say."

"I uh... Watched your court yesterday." He begins, only to be interrupted by your heavy sigh.

"No, not you too."

"I gotta say, you were amazing." Wesley laughs, complimenting you. "Truly, you deserve that spot on the billboard."

"God, I'm reminded of it every day."

"I'm sorry if this offended you in some way, y/n."

"No, it's all right, don't work yourself over it." You quickly change the topic from yourself. "So, did you buy that naked lady painting? Is it hanging in your bedroom?" You smirk, and Wesley quickly catches up with your thoughts.

"Why, would you like to see it?"

"I wasn't particularly fond of it at the gallery, so I would have to think twice about that." You say, biting the corner of your lip.

"What if I told you that I didn't buy it?" Wesley steps up his game.

"Then I would say, with a great sorrow in my heart, that you are an idiot." You put your hand on your heart for a theatrical exaggeration, and Wesley's eyes wander to your chest, and your hand, adorned with a ring. How he wished to hold your hand in that moment--

"I guess it's entirely up to you to find out whether I am an idiot or not." He smirks instead, thanking the waiter for the coffee that she just put down on the table.

"You don't look like a man who would trouble a lady with such responsibility."

"What do I look like then?" He asks, genuinely interested of what women thought of him, yet your answer would differ from the others, because after all, you were no ordinary woman, so different from everyone he has met.

"You look like you handle your business yourself... And enjoy it very much." Taking a sip of your latte, you answer mysteriously.

"I see you're very insightful." Wesley fixes his glasses, there was something about you so similar to him, and it wasn't the thing you called 'accident', of which he knew, obviously, but he felt something else. Maybe it was the way you presented yourself, or maybe your remarks, that you were saying so naturally. Maybe, just maybe, Wesley was affected by your beauty.

"I blame this on my job. As a lawyer, I just can't let things slide past me." You sip again, "speaking of jobs, what do you do at Confed Global?"

Wesley knew you'd ask this. It was a natural question, part of every simple conversation. "I... Take care of investments, and regulate company's purchases."

"Hm, important job."

"Yes," he laughs shortly, "indeed. How long have you worked as a lawyer?" He knew that already. Year and a half.

"Almost two years." You say proudly, although your company was nothing to be proud of.

"Why did you decide to become a lawyer? I mean, it's such a difficult job, and the studies, the clients... I wouldn't even think about it." He knew why.

"Some things just come to you. But I guess I wanted a change, and to prove that some good things still exist in the world." You lie. Partially.

He knows why you are who you are right now, and it wasn't because of proving goodness in the world, it was because you wanted to run away from yourself, from what you did, setting your job as a constant punishment for your deed. "Spoken like a true poet." He smiles instead, because after all, who was he to judge you, when he was made out of the same clay, perhaps even worse one.

"I hated literature in school." You admit.

"What did you like then?" Wesley raises his eyebrows from behind the cup.

"History. Facts. Not something you create while in the state of delirium. What was your go-to thing in high school?"

He thinks for a moment. No one's actually asked him this in a long time, "History is just a past, I like to make things for the future. I liked maths."

"You know how freaky you look now? No one likes math." You whisper, and then laugh, Wesley breaks into a smile as well. Who would've thought that you were actually fun to hang out with? Aside from your image of a woman who knows what she wants and gets exactly that, and the image of a hard-to-reach woman, combined into one, you were totally different when you opened yourself up to others. But the thing was... You never opened up to others. Not to anyone.

"That didn't seem to scare you off." He raises an eyebrow.

"Please, I've sat with cold-blooded murderers side by side, one math geek doesn't scare me." It's true. Life of a lawyer.

"Two would?" Wesley asks. You didn't know yet that he was indeed a cold-blooded killer. Maybe you won't live up to learn that. For some reason he hoped to hide his criminal activity from you for as long as possible, but that was impossible.

"I don't think you guys are walking in pairs." You say, smiling behind the cup.

"That's true." He answers, not sure how to keep the talk going. After all, he didn't go on dates since... forever. "You got any cases now?"

"For the time being, no. But they'll call me."

"You work on a call now?" Wesley furrows his eyebrows, clearly some things changed without him knowing.

"Something like that, yeah." You didn't look happy when you said it.

"You... Uh, know those new lawyers in town, Nelson and Murdock?" He asks suddenly.

"Yes, why?" You look at him with slight suspicion, gently putting your cup on the plate.

"I had some business with them today, are they as good as people talk?"

"Business? As in getting a legal advice?"

"More of a helping to a friend of a friend." He waits for your reaction.

"You could've called me." You furrow your eyebrows slightly. "I am a lawyer too."

"Didn't want to bother you much, besides, I didn't want it to seem that I was using you for my own needs." He saw how you got interested, maybe you'll give them a call tonight, get your hands dirty with Healy's case. Wesley didn't want that, of course, yet he had orders.

"Oh, stop it, James. I'm available most of the time, just, you know, just give me a call, and we can talk... About business and whatnot."

There it was. And whatnot. You wanted to meet with him again. You wanted to talk to him. To call him. To be called to... This was going as smoothly as he expected it to go. "I'll keep that in mind, y/n."

"Great." You chirp, finishing your latte.

"This is nice. I don't remember the last time I went out just for fun." Wesley admits.

"Really? Then I can congratulate all the lawyers, myself included, and say that we are higher than businessmen in terms of going out." You lean back, crossing your legs under the small table, and accidentaly touching his.

"Well, you have what to celebrate, or drown your sorrows. Either way, there's more time for you to relax." Wesley pretends he didn't feel the slight kick, but deep down, something shook inside of him.

"If you call 'drinking at home with case papers scattered on the floor' relaxation, then I'm the most relaxed person on Earth."

Wesley smiles, "still better than for us, business people."

"It's never too late to change your profession, James." You say mysteriously. He was not used to people calling him by his name, of course, except Fisk, but he wasn't mad that you were constantly doing exactly that.

"I believe my workaholism has put me in a tight spot, so no way out for me." The tight smile betrayed him. You understood that he likes that place too much and has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders in that company. Suspiciously too much for a guy who deals with investments and purchases.

"You don't want a way out, do you?"

Wesley feels something inside of him, but maintains his perfect poker face, "when one finds a desirable job, it would be foolish to waste that opportunity, am I right?" He laughs, hoping to throw you off the path you've taken.

"Yes." You smile kindly, mentally taking a note of this piece of dialogue. "Of course. You smoke?" You ask after a moment of mutual silence.

"On occasion."

"Will this be that occasion?" You raise an eyebrow and stand up to get your coat.

"Only if I pay the bill." He says when the waitress brings the bill to your table.

"Fine." You roll your eyes slightly.

***

Healy's case was a dead end and a swamp of lies to Nelson and Murdock. Matt was losing his mind while trying to find at least a crumb of explanation, something reasonable and helpful, but it was pointless. Foggy, on the other hand, was keen on getting Healy away from jail, despite understanding that he was guilty, yet that cheque that Wesley promised has seeped into his mind, and the hope for better future of their office is what kept him going. Karen found nothing on Confed Global. Possibly it was hiding something way bigger, but it was too early for them to understand it. While boys were losing their minds in the office, Karen, determined to expose Union Allied, paid a visit to Ben Urich, hoping that public attention will change things for the better.

***

Wesley thought that he already had you wrapped up like a gift for Fisk, yet, he couldn't have been more wrong about it. He knew where you lived, because Vanessa lived there too, for now. After Fisk met her in the gallery, he asked couple of men to watch her flat. Yours too. But Wesley gave them orders of his own, and asked not to do it, since you might find it all suspicious.

Second date in his pocket, Wesley returned to the hotel room, feeling something inside his chest. Sure, he blamed it on the smoking, because he didn't smoke since he started working for Fisk, but sacrifices had to be made.

[icharchivist]

Wdym the majority of the squad gets mad at you if you try to help someone in DA???

well you see sometimes people ask you help for things that aren't really cash money,

But in this specific scenario it's because it's Merrill's quest. DA2 is rough because most of the companions don't really like each other, and Merrill is a blood mage, something that's frowned upon in Thedas in general, especially by the majority of companions.

Now don't get me wrong i think Merrill is using Blood Magic responsibly, with a lot of morals and is probably the one user who knows when to stop, more than anything else, it's a tool for her that she knows how to handle without excess, but Blood Magic is often defined by the fact mages don't stop using it and usually go too far, and when they do it becomes catastrophic on multiple levels.

In da2, the companions reflect that. Fenris was tortured by a blood mage and saw the worst of this magic unleashed, so he hates it. Anders has been raised under the Chantry about the risks of blood magic, as it is considered a death sentence there, and he is... in a tricky situation because he's in a situation close to Blood Magic, and he tries even harder to distance himself from the stigma of Blood Magic bc of that. Aveline and Sebastian both are devoted Andrastian so they really reject the whole thing as the religion demands.

Meanwhile Isabela and Varric both are the true homies who don't really care. They're mostly here for fun and they know what it's like to fuck up and they don't hold it against other people (unlike the rest of the squad).

Merrill's character quest have her use blood magic and listening to a demon in order to learn how to clean an Eluvian (a magical mirror) from the Blight (a sort of magical plague). in act 2, to get an item to help, you have to clean a cave from a monster that have been killing Merrill's people, but getting there, one of Merrill's clansmate gets scared of Merrill for being a blood mage and runs away to his death. When Merrill cries out "how could he be more scared of me than the monster?", the anti-blood magic squad dunks on her, saying it's all her fault, that she has it coming. While Isabela and Varric can clearly see the tragedy of the situation and decide to support Merrill without taboo over her actions.

So if you call Merrill a monster the anti blood mage squad will approve, but they will disapprove if you try to cheer her up.

So it's a specific situation in general.

But also like. for any game, you can't expect your companions to be indications of your morals. (except Cole in DAI but he's a special case. And i still take some disapproval hit with him.). Some characters are defined by their trauma, or by their unwillingness to help. in DAO there's also quests where you can lose a lot of approval from Sten/Morrigan/Zevran by helping people, mostly because they see it as a waste of time, or because people put themselves into this mess so you shouldn't be getting them out of this mess. (s/o to Morrigan disapproving when you solve a couple quarrel by having them get back together, to which Morrigan replies "does anyone else want to vomit? no? just me?")

and sometimes you'll just run into people you shouldn't be helping anyway. it's not the case here bc Merrill <3, but there's quests were cultists or slavers ask for your help in the game as well. Hell you can sold Fenris back into slavery to help one of the slavers you meet in da2. you can't exactly expect your squad to be okay with you "helping" in those circumstances ahah

So yeah <3 DA is about taking into account how your companions are going to react and build teams accordingly bc else you're fucked.

[callofdudes]

Is it okay if i share a lil rant? If not then feel free to ignore this!

So lately on twitter (X) there has been numerous commentaries/complaints from the same account named makarovmw or just Владимир Макаров as in user. They're essentially a porn addict like account that has been going around on multiple posts that sometimes talk about GhostSoap, their interpreted sexualities by various fans and this person has just been unhinged to say that least, arguing with others because they deem that 99% of the fanbase is all about GhostSoap, and how there is a lack of erotic sexy Ghost x Female OCs/YNs/readers. They essentially blame and insult people by calling them out that "just because I don't like Ghost x male doesn't mean i are homophobic" as per their words, whereas the understones they've been going on with their consistent whining gives me the exact opposite idea. Don't get me wrong i am a massive GhostSoap lover AND i also enjoy pairing Ghost with fem OCs and readers but i never went out of my way harassing and demanding that people bring out more Ghost x fem content, this porn addict of a person takes it to another level really. But the moment they said that Ghost would look hot with Milena all just to spite Soap i stopped taking them seriously. 😭

Hope this ain't too much but yeah, beware of some CoD "fans" y'all, they'll attack you unprovoked and unwarranted.

Ah yes, I believe I saw the post about what they said with Milena. And honestly I just hate it. Porn in and of itself has caused massive problems for both genders. Massive, massive problems.

I was around the fandom when GhostSoap was just a little ship and it wasn't as terribly hyped as it is now, but new people in the fandom are just... What the fuck.

I enjoy GhostSoap, but demanding work (as it sounds) from people or getting mad they can't find some very specific thing to get off to that no one else wants to make.

The way the brain works when people get deep into porn, or even just surface level, is they find something that interests them. Whatever that may be. And they stick with that for a bit until that same thing gets boring and they look for something else they could deam as exciting. It's really just a bottomless pit of sadness and it ruins a lot of lives.

Which consequently, when they get to the place where they need really taboo, lower produced things to stimulate them, they start to act like this. Getting angry and frustrating and demanding because there's one specific little thing that no one wants to do but they just need something. So they'll explode about it and make their predicament everyone's problem.

Now, some people are just assholes, this person is both. But porn has truly ruined us and ruins the brain.

Coming out in relationships as well where porn addicts have to think about something they watched when being with a partner because they can't be stimulated by regular passion and love. It's all lust and comes out in the form of anger and frustration when they can't act like a normal human being anymore.

If that person is looking for crazy stuff they shouldn't be going around Twitter (X) harassing people about it.

So yeah, those are kind of my whole thoughts. People are crazy and when it comes to things like this, the chronically being online and porn are to blame.

People don't get consequences on the Internet as much so they think they can do whatever they want. And artists putting their beautiful work of what they want to create out into the world does not mean that anyone other than themselves or someone commissioning them is entitled to their time and their resources.

Also, don't feel afraid to come rant, I also want to scream into the void like this but ranting to people sometimes gets it out nicely.

Keep supporting artists and don't be psychos ghostsoapers ♥️

[silvygonzalez]

Council Meeting

The Council of Redwood is called to the Community Centre to discuss the report from Silvana González about Ares Melaina's alleged violent past.

@aresmelaina / @davxdalexander / @ermanodelgcdo / @ijemmaokafor / @isaacapatow / @salemcampbell

Ike

-standing, arms folded, keeping a weather eye on Ares- We're gonna listen to Silvy's side of things first. Don't interrupt her, Melaina.

Ares Melaina

-glances at Isaac, before standing up straight- Wouldn't think about it, sir.

Silvy González

-takes a deep breath- Thank you. Over a year ago, I was travelling with a group of fellow survivors. One night, my group was attacked by raiders. Ares was one of those raiders. I was the only one of my group to escape and survive. -takes a shaky breath- If Ares is going to be a part of our community, the Council should be aware of the brutality he's capable of.

Ermano.

-moves his gaze to Ares, watching his body language.- Please inform us Silvana.

Silvy González

-glances at Ermano when he uses her full name and she nods-

That night, the attackers surrounded our camp, effectively trapping us in. They took out the look-out first before starting with the rest of us. Before this night, we had heard stories of raiders attacking other groups for supplies but these guys did not care about our supplies. Before I escaped, I remember seeing Ares. He stood there, covered in the blood of my friends. 

-her voice breaks and she looks down as she composes herself- He was grinning, like he was having the time of his fucking life. 

-she looks up at each of the Council members- Even if I wanted to, and believe me I do, I can't forget that image.

Ares Melaina

-as he listens to her, he closes his eyes, body rigid; when her story ends, he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again- Is it my turn now?

Ike

Not even close. And if I have to remind you again, you won't like the consequences.

-to Silvy- They didn't try to steal anything? Their goal was to murder your group?

Silvy González

If they did steal anything, they waited until everyone else was dead. I didn't hang around to find out.

David Alexander

-standing with his arms crossed and looking between Silvy and Ares and Isaac- Did he tell you this when he was being vetted, Isaac?

Ike

-takes a breath, clears his throat- No, he didn't. But I know him too, from back before the world fell. Twenty years ago, in New York.

Salem Campbell

You knew him? What happened?

Ike

He sold drugs to the guys at my halfway house. The ones who were in rehab and recovery.

Ares Melaina

-for a moment looks like he wants to say something, but stops himself and bites his lip-

David Alexander

Real winner, here, huh?

Ijemma Okafor

Forgive me my newness here, but those are the kinds of things y'all specifically ask newcomers to divulge when they're being vetted, right?

Ike

-sighs, rubs his eyebrows briefly- It's a sliding scale. There's the standard questions and then there's the things that each of us might wanna chase down specifically, if that's our specific area. Or if we got a hunch of something hinky. I didn't follow this one down because it was twenty years ago and I was willing to think he'd changed.

I figured he'd be a raider and I could keep an eye on him.

Ermano.

Still that’s something we need to know.

Ijemma Okafor

Oh, I don't even mean past past stuff, I mean...this wasn't just a matter of him failing to mention the murderous raid. Y'all specifically ask what kind of atrocities a person has had to commit since the outbreak, right?

Ike

If you're asking if he lied to us outright? Yeah. He did.

David Alexander

-sigh- So what options do we have here?

Ike

Well, you might notice signs of the absolute shit having been beat out of him, which was me. But this is a new thing to take into account. -lifts his chin in Ares' direction- Go on, then. Explain yourself. If you're tempted to leave anything out, don't. 

Ares Melaina

-takes a deep breath to steady himself- What she's saying is true. I was with that raiding group at the time, and I was there during the attack. -stops for a few moments, letting his eyes wander over the council, before coming to rest on Silvy for just a moment- Only thing I can say in my defence is that I didn't kill anyone. Not there. I don't know if any of you are gonna believe that, but that's the truth.

Ike

Pretty hard to get that image of you -- what was it, Silvy? -- grinning like he was having the time of his fucking life? Yeah. Hard to strike that from the imagination, Ares.

Silvy González

-she just nods in response to Isaac but doesn't say anything-

David Alexander

-senses Silvy is extremely bothered and walks up to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly.-

Silvy González

-lets out a shaky breath as David squeezes her shoulder. She is trying her best to not cry.-

Ares Melaina

It was a damn massacre. -his voice becomes raspy for a moment and he clears his throat- We hadn't done anything like this before. We attacked other raiding groups, for the most part. We didn't just... slaughter random survivor groups for the sake of it. I just... something broke. By the end of it. Seeing all those people dead. -looks down at the floor for a moment, to collect himself- Ain't here to throw a pity party for myself. In that moment I just laughed. I couldn't control it.

Ijemma Okafor

-shaken, baffled- You didn't kill anyone there, you specified. -turning to the other council members- Did he admit to killing someone else? -turning back to Ares- Did you kill with that raiding party somewhere else?

Ares Melaina

-nods- I did. In that area it was almost like gang wars, practically. Raiding parties killing each other for territory 'n shit. I... I killed people there.

Silvy González

-opens her mouth, determined to state she was certain Ares had killed some of her old survivor group but she doubts herself. She remembers seeing him there that night but can't remember seeing him actually killing someone. Instead she closes her mouth again and shakes her head-

David Alexander

-squeezes Silvy's shoulder again- Hey, you okay?

Ermano.

-lets out a breath and shakes his head- Silvana, I'm going to ask you a bit of a personal question, apologies if it makes you uncomfortable. Did anything happen to you during the attack? Were you assaulted?

Ijemma Okafor

-nudging Isaac did he tell y’all about the other killing?-

Silvy González

-to David- No but yes.

-to Ermano- I fought back. I have scars but no one tried to sexually assault me if that's what you're asking. They didn't seem interested in that kind of attack, only the slaughter.

Ike

-leaning down to Jemma, quietly, still keeping an eye on Ares- Nope, nada. This is the first I'm hearing of it.

David Alexander

-to Ares- So then why didn't you come clean about this when you got here?

Ares Melaina

-seems genuinely shocked at Silvy's statement, but shakes it off to answer David- 'Cause I thought you wouldn't let me in if I did.

Ike

I've asked Ares all I wanna know. We can send him out when the rest of you are satisfied.

Salem Campbell

I've heard everything I need to know.

Ermano.

I have a question. -looks to ares- Are you working with them now? Were you tasked to infiltrate our community to eventually break them in and take over?

Ares Melaina

No. No, they're dead. The raiders. Killed by another group. I don't think any of them survived.

David Alexander

And we should believe you now because....?

Ike

-unfolding his arms- Because all he's got is his words and what he does from now on. And me. I vouch for him.

Ares Melaina

-turns to answer David but is stopped by Ike's answer; eyes widen in surprise as he blinks at Ike, before turning to the rest of the council- As Isaac said. I got nothing but my words. If you believe me is up to you.

David Alexander

-glances at the rest of the council - alright, I've heard enough.

Ermano.

I don’t feel comfortable putting you out. Who’s to say you don’t round up others and seek revenge. -he sighs, hating this process, finally understanding why jason left. his heart breaks as he gives Silvana a once over.- Council vote. Ares stays or goes. I vote stay.

Ike

I think we should toss Ares out of the room for this, boss.

David Alexander

I'm with Isaac on that

Ermano.

-he sees no point but nods in agreement-

Ike

-nods at Ares- Outside, you. Silvy, if you wouldn't mind staying?

Silvy González

-is now feeling sick to her stomach but craving something hard to drink. She numbly nods in response to Isaac- Sure.

Ares Melaina

Yes, sir. -turns and leaves the meeting room-

David Alexander

-starts to rub between her shoulder blades as he senses how uncomfortable she is-

Ike

I know this is rough on you, Silvy. Thanks for staying. I just ... kinda want you to know the reasoning behind our votes. You deserve that.

Silvy González

-appreciates how David's reassuring touch is stopping her from spiralling completely. Again, she nods at Isaac- Thank you.

Ike

-takes a breath, looks around at them- I think he should stay. He's one of my guys now and I've got him on a leash. And not for nothing but ... I was in the same shape when I got in here. There's shit I did with the Reavers that's as bad as or worse than anything that shitbird did.

Ermano.

As much as I hate it when we agree, I'd be lying if I said my ledger was clean. We've all done things before getting here.

David Alexander

True, but none of us have lied about it. If he's lied to get in, who's to say he's not just telling us what we want to hear now so he doesn't get kicked out?

Ike

I didn't lie, but that's because I couldn't. You all knew I was with the Reavers. There's lies and then there's omission.

Ermano.

Salem, you've been quiet. What are your thoughts?

Salem Campbell

-seems to think about his decision before taking a deep breath- I vote leave. I don't think he'd do it again, but... -glances at Silvy- I'm not sure if he'd be good for the community. We can't exactly trust him.

Ermano.

I agree with you on the trust. But if he's here, we can keep an eye on him. If it's out there, who's to say he won't come back. He's been in long enough to snuff out any weaknesses we have.

Ijemma Okafor

If y’all permit it, I’d like to know what Silvy thinks of the prospect of him staying.

Ike

Of course. That's why I wanted her to stay behind.

David Alexander

-nods and looks to Silvy -

Silvy González

-as much as she detests the idea of Ares staying, she can see the logic in allowing him to stay. She gives each of the Council a grim look-

I don't trust him. I'll never trust him. For the rest of my days, I get to live with the image of what his gang did to my friends. If he stays, all I ask is that I never have to deal with him unless necessary and if he goes rogue, I get the right to tell you all 'I told you so'.

David Alexander

-sighs as he looks at the group- If he stays, someone needs to keep an eye on him. I don't like the idea of him roaming around all on his own when he's not out raiding with Isaac.

Salem Campbell

I'd suggest Isaac is responsible for him, since he vouched for him.

Ermano.

Agreed

Ijemma Okafor

Especially since Silvy herself is half our inside security.

Ike

-looks profoundly uncomfortable- We, um. Nicki and me hit a bail bond office a while back. We snagged a couple ankle monitors, I just ... didn't think we'd need 'em.

Ermano.

-looks at isaac- Did you bring them back or keep them there? How far away is it?

Ike

They're in the overflow storage. I was thinking to use them as trackers for other purposes, but I suppose we could use one for what it's intended for.

And -- yeah. I'll make him my responsibility.

Ermano.

What other purpose? -he thinks for a second- Nevermind, that's a conversation for another time. Right. Are you okay with that Sil?

Silvy González

As ok as I'll ever be with any of this, yeah

Ike

Thanks for bringing this to us, Silvy. I've got some business I gotta talk to the Council about, now.

Silvy González

-nods- If anyone needs me, I'll be in the bar. -walks out-

Ermano.

-crosses his arms and faces isaac- What's on your mind?

Ike

Well. I had some time to think on it, and -- no offence, Davey, you've got your ... qualities -- but I want Renee on the Council. To take Tristan's spot.

Ermano.

-looks to salem then to david- I know you weren't exactly thrilled for the spot. I personally see Renee qualified. -looks back to salem- You on board?

Salem Campbell

If Renee can handle it, besides her work as a doctor.

Ermano.

I'm assuming you talked to her about this already, Isaac?

Ike

Yeah. She's game.

David Alexander

Oh thank God

Ermano.

Fine. Renee it is. David you're relieved, and relieved. -ermano smirks more at himself for the joke-

David Alexander

-Two finger salute and walks out after Silvy 

Ike

Great, done and dusted. One of you guys can go tell her -- she doesn't associate me with good news. And besides, I got an ankle monitor to attend to. -lopes out, collecting Ares by the collar of his shirt and marching him out of the community centre-

David Alexander

I'm gonna check on Silvy -leaves after Ike-

Ermano.

I'll tell Renee the good news. -he looks at Salem- Or bad news. Whichever way she views it.

Salem Campbell

Well if she's on board, hopefully good news. Jesus. rubs a hand over his face- I gotta go. I just hope we're not kicking ourselves in the ass with this.

[wenamedthedogkylo]

Apparently my big gripe today is how many people on the internet, and especially on this site, just kind of... refuse to actually read news articles and just assume that headlines are supposed to tell you the whole story.

It's the same assumption, I think, that leads to so many people getting angry when someone's name isn't listed in a headline. Headlines are fundamentally not supposed to tell you the whole story. They are there to give you the most bite-sized summary that inevitably will leave out key information, because the headline is supposed to intrigue you enough to make you want to read the article in full.

Case in point, I'm still seeing a ton of posts where people are assuming that Netflix has completely backtracked on its plans to stop password sharing. And that is fundamentally not what happened at all. The only reason anyone would think that is if they only read headlines like this

If you only read the headline, yeah that sounds like a win on the level of how WotC backtracked its new OGL plans pretty quickly. Here's another one:

You wanna know how I know for a fact that so many of you didn't bother reading more than just the headline of this? Because look at the tagline that is literally right underneath it:

Yeah! That "mistake" was not even close to the same thing as WotC's "draft" that happened to roll out with a legally binding contract. The password sharing policies were literally posted by mistake to regions they were not yet intended to affect.

In fact, Netflix is STILL fully planning to implement anti-password sharing policies! And is doing so slowly, to other countries outside the US.

And they still plan to eventually roll all these policy changes out to the US, as well! They always have!

And this is why it's fundamentally important that people actually take the time to sit down and read the damn articles, so you can get all the facts.

"But I don't always have the time or energy to read something right when I see it." Neither do I! That's what bookmarks are for. Or even just sending yourself the link in a message or something, so that you can save it and come back to it when you do have time and energy.

But to be perfectly honest, sometimes you really should just read the damn thing as soon as possible, even if you're not in the most perfect, relaxed, open-minded place at the time. Because when it's a topic that the search engine rating industry calls a "Your Money or Your Life" topic—any topic that could impact your health, finances, or well-being—you need to be aware of what's going on so you can make decisions accordingly. So that you don't get caught off guard in two months when Netflix finally starts charging you $4 extra or whatever for your sibling in Ohio using your account.

"Why can't someone just summarize the article for me?" Multiple reasons, friend. Just like you don't always feel like you have the time and energy for reading a whole article, not everyone has the time and energy to read it and post a coherent but brief summary for you. Also, no one owes you that! No one else is responsible for you informing yourself about the world you live in! It is not the duty of random strangers online to make sure you personally are informed of things that might affect your life. You and only you are responsible for learning and staying informed.

"But it's so boring and I don't wanna!" Hey buddy, it's your life, you do whatever you want. I can't force you to sit and read, or even just skim through, an article on what Netflix's plans for wringing your bank account dry are. But if that's how you're gonna approach it, then you don't get to be righteously indignant when you get blindsided by stuff that you could have very easily known about beforehand.

"But I'm disabled and accessing this news is difficult for me!" I'm disabled, too! And I fully get it, there's still A LOT of stuff online that is straight up not accessible for people with different disabilities. My disabilities don't require a screen reader or anything like that, so I'm lucky in that sense. But at the same time, it's still not the responsibility of strangers online to process your information for you. Direct your frustration at the news sites and corporations who are making this information inaccessible to anyone but neurotypical, able-bodied people. If random strangers online have the time and energy to help make something more accessible for you, that's amazing and they should be thanked profusely! But it is not their job to do so—it is the job of news outlets, and that's who needs to be taken to task for this shit.

Idk if this will even go far on this site but the point is, please stop expecting your news to come pre-summarized in a perfect little bite of info that you can consume in less than 6 seconds. It's genuinely concerning how much misinformation is being spread not by malicious people looking to hoodwink you, but by sheer laziness. This is actually one of those instances where "adults sometimes have to do stuff they don't want to do" is perfectly applicable and true. It's YMYL, Your Money or Your Life, and if you don't want either to get completely screwed over, you have to—horror of horrors!—actually read the news sometimes.

[amazing-spiderling]

17, 20 and 22 for the violence asks >:)

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

I feel like this is more of a twitter thing for me because I ended up following a lot of artists from Japan and Korea for Spideypool content there, some of whom have made the leap to Daredevil- but gosh, I keep seeing GORGEOUS anime style Fratt art and I'm like... why no Mattfoggy? T___T Not that there aren't tons of talented Mattfoggy artists, but for whatever reason, Foggy seems really underrepresented in the anime/manga style or if he shows up, it's usually just part of a Nelson Murdock and Page cutesy image. PLEASE put him in your yaoi aesthetic doujinshi four panel comics, I'm begging y'all. XDDD

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

I am trying so hard to be spicy, but unfortunately my taste is immaculate so the things I don't like are pretty much universally panned. XD (No, Cat, you're just basic.)

To take it back to Metal Gear for a moment, I know that fandom is sort of split between what my friends and I used to call the "old" and "new testament" fans. People that were into the games set in the 60's-80's featuring Big Boss, Kazuhira Miller, Revolver Ocelot and the Diamond Dogs etc versus the games set in the 90's-2000's starring Solid Snake, Otacon, Liquid Snake, Meryl, Raiden and also Revolver Ocelot but with a mustache now.

Broadly speaking, while people will debate whether MGS 2 sucks or MGS 4 holds up, or whether the storytelling of MGS V still manages to shine through despite all of the obvious cutbacks caused by Konami- the fandom at large agrees that Metal Gear Solid 3 (the first game where we learn about Big Boss as a hero and his motivations etc) is lauded as the best game in the series. (With some people even saying it's the one you should play first?) And I gotta be really really real here.

I don't give a crap about Big Boss.

I mean, being introduced to the series in something more like release order- he's the antagonist, or at least behind a lot of the events that trouble the protagonists. He set a lot of wheels in motion that had consequences even he couldn't account for. Even when we get his motivation, I'm mostly like, "Cool story. Still war crimes." And yeah, everyone in these games is a war criminal, but some people are war criminals to try and put a stop to nuclear war and others are war criminals bc they think the world should always have a place for soldiers. Basically, nothing anyone could tell me about Big Boss's past could make me like him, and if I don't like characters it's harder for me to care about them. So while I can appreciate MGS 3 and V as games, and still watched people play through them and such... I just don't like... care about them.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I can't say everyone ignores it, but there's SO MUCH FIC that revolves around Nelson vs. Murdock (and I get it, there's a lot of meat there to chew on) but DAMN the way some of the early S2 episodes make me feel. Watching Foggy running up stairs looking for Matt and cradling his head in his lap before dragging him back to his apartment (somehow???) Foggy strolling into the Dogs of Hell's club- even Foggy's moment of badassery (set to the music from the Columbia steps flashback- maybe hinting at how Matt has changed Foggy for the better perhaps?) in the hospital with the gang members? ARghhh The Daredevil fandom wants to zoom in on the "Matt chained to a brick wall" scene from S2 but I'm like... waving my arms at all this other good stuff from the beginning of that season begging people to do something with it.

[redfoxrunt]

So, hey babes. The like, two of you who probably aren't reading the blog anyway, and all of the hot singles in my area. Just feels more like... talking to the potential of someone here than on Dreamwidth, where the follower count is one account. This is gonna be crazy, but I'm fairly sure I already warned you (nonspecific) about that in the header or pinned post or whatnot; it's what you get, right?

Talking about my parents.

I'm in an insanely unique position, being the child that my parents lost. You don't really get perspective like that from most cases, and yet. I also have it on two levels, rather than just one; first I was the child that was estranged from them, stopped returning calls, etc., and then the child that died. I assume they were at my funeral, but maybe not. I honestly can't even tell if, under the circumstances, they would have been notified that I died. How much of it was in the news? How much information are you entitled to if you're not listed as a contact for the person who's dead? Like, the whole thing is a fucking mess, and obviously I wasn't there to witness any of it, so yeah.

It's not because they did a bad job with me (or D, for that matter.) We always got the best in life as far as they could provide, we were middle class and privileged in that our parents loved each other and loved us and practiced good parenting to the degree that two human beings can. Sometimes they were tired, sometimes they were pissed off, sometimes we tired them, but at the end of the day we were always loved, and that's not something you can take for granted in life. I guess that's part of the problem, though, like - as shitty and entitled as that sounds. Because after Danny died, it was like... the illusion shattered. I spent weeks back home after, because I couldn't exist in my own skin with what had happened and what I'd seen and what I couldn't understand or put into words or any of it, and the child part of me was like... when things are scary and don't make sense, you go home. Real home, not your flat where you're all alone and all the sounds from outside freak you out like you've never heard your neighbours exist before. And the reality check was when none of that helped. My parents didn't come to my bedroom (guest bedroom; they'd repurposed the house since we moved out, like normal people tend to do) for more than to let me know dinner's served or to ask me if I wanted to go out for a little while. And when I didn't, that was all. The realisation that that was all they could do, that no amount of me crying would have them bring my brother back, it killed something in me that I didn't even know I'd had before then. I realised that I can't go home because home isn't this magical safe space where everything will be alright, even though they'd taught me that as a kid. Home had always been the magical place where you go to make everything better, but after D's death, after the funeral, it felt just as fake as - you know? Like a staged play. Nothing in it was real anymore, everything I'd been taught was a lie, and the world is a shitty, horrible, fucked up place that doesn't care about you or your loss or your grief or your pleas. And your parents are just people. And I guess I hated them for it, because they'd lied to me that they were something omnipotent when all along they were just people, just like me, just as powerless and unable to change anything that had happened or would happen next or ever. Blowing on a bruise never did fuck all to heal it. It's all a fucking lie.

So, I don't know how much anybody else knows about what I did after that, I have a really skewed idea of how much of that is "known" and how much of it I just think should be known, but once I got back on my feet, I was vengeful as fuck and not thinking straight. Part of my revenge was to cut my parents off. Stop answering calls, one word text messages if I needed to reply to something, and when they did what I was clearly asking them to do which was leave me the fuck alone and stop trying to poke their noses into my life, I saw that as further proof that I was right to be angry at them for... failing me, or Danny, or something. For not being fucking wizards.

So that's child loss on child loss for them. I don't recall really thinking about it much at the time. I don't think I was thinking much in general, period, it's just - every time they'd contact me, I'd get this surge like heartburn but in my veins and get this urge to chuck my fucking phone at a wall or out the window. Like fuck off from my life, stop reminding me of everything that's wrong, stop trying to approach me like I'm being unreasonable, because what I feel and how I'm acting is the most reasonable thing in the world. "Tim you need help" just reinforces that there's no help to be had and I'm in this shit alone and other people just make it worse because when I look at them, I know they're the same as me. Nobody can do anything about anything. And it's the sense of powerlessness that I can't take, right? That feeling that we're all just lying to ourselves and each other about having control.

I don't have the energy or interest to go into the rest of that story. There isn't much to talk about in terms of my parents anyway, since I'd cut them off. But it's a sore subject to talk about, like most things, when we try to approach it with D here. When I'm not ignoring he exists to begin with because I just fucking cannot and what am I even supposed to do with any of this, it's still like we're mostly making small-talk about subjects that barely matter while maybe tapping the ice on shit we really need to be talking about with a thin stick, because that's all the ice can take. Diving into child memorial pages, child loss blogs, etc. was both accidental and the bravest and most direct thing we've done so far to address any of it. Felt good to do it together, and just not say a thing while at it. Just experience that side by side and know that he's feeling what I'm feeling and thinking what I'm thinking and that's enough for now. He's joked that maybe it's in the genes for us, the not being able to address things, not wanting to talk. He's better at it than I am, though. At least he tries. I don't know if I'm trying or if I'm just being led along like a blind ass, but either way, it's things we've got to get to if I ever want to feel... less like shit again, I guess. It's fucked trying to do this without a proper therapist but then again talking to a therapist didn't really work the first time around, and now we don't have one to go to. But yeah, reading through all of that was soothing in some sense, which is also fucked up. It's feelings that I haven't gotten to yet. Something about like, maybe I did matter a little after all. Maybe I and my life were beautiful to them. Maybe they saw me like that, too. I don't know. All I feel most days is a failure, or burden, or just not good enough for anybody. So... yeah. Guess that's pretty much all.

[nemainofthewater]

Halfway through and currently Ghost Valley is winning with 41.9%, followed by Wu Xie | Wu family digs with 15.7%, and then in third the SID with 13.1%.

There is so much propaganda that we need two posts! The first of the propaganda under the cut:

Wu Xie | Wu family digs

#i picked wu family#there is always a non-zero chance that the laoban#is actually an imposter in a face mask#for nefarious and/or benevolent reasons#while the boss is running plots under someone else's name#illegality requires complicated accounting#or maybe all the work just got shoved off onto poor wang meng again who does not get paid enough#let! the man! sweep!!! by @thelaithlyworm

#100% Wu fam#lucky little shits by @onmyo-jin

#Wu family for sure by @the-gail

#oh god this is tricky#of these the objectively most chaotic is ghost valley#but imo that's also straining the definition of 'workplace' to the breaking point#so I went for wu family expeditions#those are pretty maximally chaotic#truly you never know what's going to happen when you follow wu xie anywhere#just that it's surely going to be life-threatening somehow by @silver-grasp

#wu xie#look they are really a normal family#where there might be some people with guns#also some elders#and the dogs#dont forget they raise dogs#also kinda sorta raid tombs#also they forget to pay people by @1ebilcat

#as an archeologist#the wu family digs are a Nightmare Scenario by @ofyeoldetales

Zhao Yujin's Mansion

#polls#okay i'm sitting here trying to figure out if 'wu family digs' means 'digs' as in 'place of residence'#or 'archaeological digs' (which they definitely are no tomb robbing to be seen here mr government official oh no)#because the chaos level of the first day is going to vary drastically depending on which of those is the case#if it's the house than on your first day you're probably going to commit forgery assault or arson at most#whereas if it's the other a zombie could be gnawing on your leg by lunchtime#either way you've probably already fallen in love with wu xie sorry about that#anyway i'm actually voting for zhao yujin's manor because I think that fits the spirit of 'chaos' better#wu family is more just outright 'living in fear for your life' by @foxofninetales <- the digs are archaelogical ones, but I wouldn't want to work at their house either tbh

The SID

#I picked SID but ghost valley is a good choice#like IDK I feel like as a grunt ghost valley would be more regimented#than the absolute chaos of SID by @three--rings

#it’s a hard call bc they’re all Maximum Chaos but it’s gotta but the SID by @adelaiderowan

Other

#fengliu parlour from Qian Jie Mei#hello you want a way to increase your power? Yeah mmm just take these drugs. Oh you didn't know that you can't stop taking them otherwise#you might die in two years? Well sucks. Join our squad now#we have two princesses who we aren't sure of the identity of one mysterious pipa player with yandere syndrome who's synthesizing these drug#And a mystery master who no one knows the identity of who makes the two princesses practice a cultivation path that makes them women in the#second last stage????#oh don't mind the people who had been drugged and enchanted and killed in our previous hideout. Yeah unfortunately the poison was in the#walls. we have better walls now no worries 🥰 only known poisoning here siiiiire! yeah don't#think too much about the dead people that also started cropping up recently#(qjm is the novel from which the upcoming drama shui long yin is adapted) by @travalerray

#this is the wife is first erasure every single person#all of them every person#that jing shao gets involved w his shenanigans has to contend w the fact that this man is motivated entirely by making his wife#the happiest man on earth and will interrupt your tasks to ask things like#how do you sexually satisfy your male wife? is this a good idea for a gift?#hey i brought my wife to the battlefield bc i was gonna be gone for an unknown amount of time#and i was gonna miss him too much#dont tell anyone my dad will be mad at me#i love jing shao but after a certain point i would start denying any request he made that involved his wife at all by @phobosapollo

Hi, welcome to your first day at [X]! A schedule you say? Well, we try not to make one, becuase it'll always end up overturned.

Management? Sure they exist, but maybe you shouldn't spend too much time with them lest you become collatoral damage and/or they remember your name and you get caught up in the Plot.

Our retirement plan IS very generous, you're right. What's that? How many people have retired and been able to claim it?

...hahaha, what a good question. Let's continue the tour, here to our right is the cafeteria-

Hopefully everyone here gets well compensated for their work (Doubt(tm)).

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!