#made a comment tagging me :/// so it destroyed the whole nice vibe for me really

[saturdaymournings]

NEW USERNAME STEPCHILD????

Yeahhhh !! Not the best circumstances but I’m being brave and it feels fitting because it’s named after one of the wholesome little small joys of my life :) I also feel like it’s fitting to the energy I’m going for right now since trying to get rid of that constant feeling of underlying guilt in favour of like. Not feeling that lol. It’s been going pretty well I got my shit together most of the time :3

[crysalita]

Left Behind

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 2439

Warnings: Suicide mentioned when Bo is telling the story about Trudy.

I had to admit that I never actually wanted to be here, on a road trip that is, but somehow I had managed to find myself getting an invite from Carly, who claimed there needed to be more girls. I reluctantly agreed to tag along, and so far I was regretting that poorly made decision.

I was a third wheel as I lagged behind Carly and Wade. I felt as if all I had done so far since we arrived in this town was either roll my eyes or sigh at their constant flirting. If I had of known that this is what my day was going to consist of then I would have said no in a heartbeat.

The small town we had arrived in gave me strange vibes, whether it was because the town was oddly empty even though we could hear chatter, or whether it was because of the two men that we had come across.

Bo, the man that works at the gas station, spent most of the time eyeing me down after the run in at the church, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“So, Y/n. What did you think about Bo? He seems to have taken quite an interest in you.” Carly teased, nudging my shoulder.

We were in the gas station looking for whatever part that Wade needed.

“Don’t be stupid, he was just being friendly.” I scowled.

“Coming from a guys perspective, he definitely finds you hot.” Wade spoke up.

I sent him a glare. “Just look for that part.”

“He’s got everything, but a 15 inch. I’ll just have to use a 16 inch.” Wade grabbed a hold of the strap that he needed, but we were startled when we heard another voice.

“Are you planning on stealing that?” When I turned around, I was met with Bo leaning against the door frame, still in his suit and tie. I had to admit that the suit did look good on him.

“No, we just didn’t know how much longer you were gonna be, and you know, we didn’t wanna interrupt again.” Wade rushed out. “But I left you some money on the counter, but you don’t even really have the right size. You don’t have any 15 inches.”

“I do at the house.” Bo replied, not looking in the slightest bit like he was convinced by Wade’s constant stuttering, I couldn’t blame him though, Wade made us look more suspicious than we actually were.

“Look, I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea that we’re in here.” Carly attempted to ease the tension.

“Yeah, we already feel bad enough after interrupting the first time, we just didn’t want to do it again.” I smiled politely. In return, Bo sent me one of his own smiles and gestured for us to come out of the shed.

“No worries. That was in the past. We can move on from that.” Bo replied as he held the door open for us.

“You keep fan belts at your house?” Wade asked.

“I get things delivered there when I’m not here. Look, if you want to hold onto the 16, that’s fine by me.” Bo was looking more agitated by the minute.

“No, it’s okay.”

Bo led us outside of the gas station and we began our journey to the house that Bo lived at. My legs were already tired enough as it was from all the walking we had done, and I honestly wasn’t trying to do anymore.

“So, is it too late to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?” Wade asked with a smirk on his face.

“Now unfortunately it is, well at least for you-” Bo turned and nodded in my direction. “-Because you have won, hands down.” I blushed slightly at his comment but shook it off quickly as I looked away.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. My gaze landed on Carly who was giving me a smug smile to which I rolled my eyes at.

“That house of Wax is pretty cool.” Wade changed the subject. This caught Bo’s attention.

“You went inside?”

“Yeah, it was unlocked.”

“I did try to tell them they shouldn’t, but they both happen to be very stubborn.” I didn’t dare step foot into the House of Wax. Knowing myself I would probably end up ruining the art in there, and I would never forgive myself if I destroyed someone’s art that they, more than likely, spent hours trying to create. I did manage to get quick look inside when Carly and Wade entered, and it truly was amazing.

“Everything seems to be unlocked ‘round here, don’t it? Thank you for having respect.” I was rewarded with another one of his smiles that really did compliment his face, although he did use quite an odd choice of words as it made him seem all the creepier.

I shared a look between the other two, who were also very creeped out.

“I did get a look inside though, when they opened the door that is, and the wax sculptures are amazing.” I complimented. I was a bit bummed out that I couldn’t see the artwork up close to see their full detail, but my conscious got to the best of me and now I was glad that I didn’t go in.

“Yeah, people used to come and see it from miles away. Trudy was the main artist.” I could imagine the amount of people that I wanted to see it, but for some reason there wasn’t any.

“What about Vincent?” Carly questioned. “I saw his name on a lot of the work.”

“One of Trudy’s boys.”

“That family must be very talented. Are any of them still around? I would love to meet them, and maybe they could help me out with some of my own art.” I commented.

“Oh- no. It’s a horrible story. Trudy’s husband, Doctor Sinclair, he was a doctor. He got his licence revoked for doing surgery’s on the side, you know, stuff that most doctors wouldn’t do. So, he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose, made a fresh start in medical practise and Trudy found her calm with the whole wax sculpture thing.” Bo explained as we walked past the House of Wax. “It was her dream to do something incredible here. Then she had a couple of kids-”

“What’s so horrible about that?”

“Trudy got a cyst in her brain, she just started rottin’ away.” My eyes widened as Bo continued the story. It was really starting to take a dark turn. “Couldn’t work no more, she went crazy, and it got so bad, that Doctor Sinclair had to strap her up to the bed. The whole town could hear her screaming from the house. And Doctor Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn’t save her he-” Bo creates a gun with his fingers and pretends to shoot himself in the head. “Blew his head right off.”

“That’s horrible.” I mumbled.

By now we were approaching the last house on the road, meaning this was where Bo was staying. The sky was getting darker and darker by the minute, making the situation all the more terrifying.

“Hey, uh, why don’t you three hop in, and I’ll go get that fanbelt for ya’” Bo opened the door to his car and gestured for us to hop in.

“No, we actually have some friends picking us up where the roads washed out.” Carly interrupted.

“I’ll give ya’ a lift there. It’s the least I could do then for making ya’ll wait.” Carly and I both turned to Wade who was nodding his head.

“Could I use the toilet?” I asked Bo as Carly hopped into the car.

“Yeah, of course. You said you need to use the can too, didn’t ya?” Bo faced Wade. He then proceeded to ask Carly the same question before he led us into his house.

The house was nothing less than what I expected, not that I expected much. To no surprise, it was quite messy, but I couldn’t hold that against Bo, as he most likely wasn’t expecting guests.

“So, where ya’ headed too anyway?”

“Uh, where just headed to a football game.” Wade answered.

“Bathrooms just down the hall. Let me get out of this jacket and tie, and I’ll get the fanbelt. I have another bathroom upstairs for ya’ to use.” I followed Bo up the stairs as Wade walked down the hall. I began feeling nervous as now I was left alone. “You interested in football?” Bo cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. I found myself staring a little longer than I should have, which Bo took notice of too, as his lips twitched up into a sly smirk.

“No, not really. Just here for Carly.” Bo nodded his head along with what I was saying before he popped another question, a very unexpected question.

“I take it ya’ single than?”

“What makes you think that?” I stammered.

“Well, considering those two are tied to the hip, that would most likely mean that if ya’ were seeing someone, then they’d be 'ere too.” Bo explained as he shrugged off his jacket. “And if it were me, I wouldn’t let ya’ out of my sight. Especially in a town I’ve never been in.” Bo opened a door that revealed to be the second bathroom he owned. I walked in and closed the door and instantly let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding.

This man was making me feel all kinds of things, and I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

I did my business and exited the bathroom to see Bo waiting outside, this time he was dressed in casual clothing, and no longer rocked a suit and tie. I had to admit that this man could certainly pull off both looks.

“Did you need help getting anything? I don’t mind helping.” I offered.

“That would be nice, thank you.” I followed behind Bo, who led us into the garage that was covered in tools and what I could only assume was car parts.

“Is it always this quiet in town?” I watched as Bo gathered some things and placed them in crate he had. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited where he had placed down the crate.

“Depends on the day, I guess. Sometimes it can be noisy, believe or not, and some days it’s dead silent. Today just so happens to be one of those days.” Bo mumbled.

All of a sudden the lights were cut off and everything went pitch black. I immediately put my arms out to reach for something to grab a hold of. “Bo?” I held my hand out in the direction of where Bo was last stood. “Bo? Where are you?” I felt his hand come in contact with my own.

“I’m right here, sweets.” I was thankful the lights were off so Bo couldn’t see the blush spread out across my burning face. “I don’t know what happened.” The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the garage, and then I heard the sound of the horn from outside.

“They must be waiting for us.” I muttered to no one in particular. The lights then turned on and I found myself extremely close to Bo as his chest was almost plastered to my back. “Sorry about that. That was childish.” I apologised I pulled myself away from Bo.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Ya’ get a little scared of the dark, nothing to be ashamed of.” Bo picked up the crate of tools. “I’m going to take this stuff out to the truck. Would you mind finding the wrench for me? It should be in one of the drawers over there.” Bo nodded his head in the direction of where the cupboard filled with drawers were before he exited the garage.

Everything felt scarier now that I was alone and everything around me was silent. I could hear my own breathing with how silent it was, and I hated it.

I searched through the different drawers before I found the wrench that I was looking for.

I began hearing shouting from outside and I quickly made my way outside, only to find the truck driving away and Bo standing outside, the tools scattered across the ground. “Bo, what happened?” I slowly approached Bo who was seething with anger, that was until he turned around to me. His face relaxed as he locked eyes with my own.

“Your little friends just decided to drive off with my truck. I guess they forgot that there was a third one with them.” My mood dulled at his words. How could they just leave me like that? “Hey, don’t let them get ya’ down. You don’t need 'em. Especially after the way they’ve acted today.” That didn’t change the fact that someone that I considered to be my best friend, had just left me behind to run off with her boyfriend, did I ever really mean anything to her. “Listen, I have another truck at the station, if ya’ like, we could walk down tomorrow morning and I could drive ya’ where you need to go.”

“That’d be great. Thanks.” Bo walked back inside, forgetting about the tools that were lying all around.

“You can sleep on the couch for tonight. I’ll get ya’ some blankets to keep ya’ warm. Did ya’ want something to eat?” Bo yelled out as he walked up the stairs.

“I’m good.” I called back. I sat down on the couch and stared off into nothing, this day was going horrible. I sighed as I placed my head into my hands and tiredly rubbed my eyes.

“Hey, ya’ know. I’d love to see ya’ some more. I wasn’t lying when I said ya’ were pretty. Definitely caught my eye.” Bo placed down the blankets on the end of the couch as he sat down beside me.

I found myself blushing for what felt like the millionth time today. “Really? I’d like to see you more too.” I whispered, looking everywhere but the man beside me.

Bo placed his finger on my chin and guided me to look in his direction. “Look at me when ya’ speak. I want to see ya’.”

Before I knew it, we had spent what felt like hours talking on that couch before I eventually got tired and fell asleep, and that was definitely the only good part about my day, getting to talk to Bo.

[flightfoot]

I'm shocked that Mari doesn't get salted much considering she is the protagonist, and even if she is, it's always just a simple call out, a critics on her behavior. whereas whenever I saw Adrien or Alya salt, it's always being upped to eleven. It's not a simple call out or critics, they just being sent straight to punishment, deemed unworthy of forgiveness. I think the closest fic I've read that have Mari "salt fic" vibe is Truth and Consequence but it's not even salt fic. Curious since usually it's the protagonist that got salted a lot, not the deuteragonist or minor character.

She definitely gets salted in posts and comments and things, though I don’t see it that much on tumblr (not exactly something I go looking for though). But on reddit, instagram, youtube even I think? People have some pretty negative opinions about her.

As far as fanfics go... yeah I’ve seen only like, maybe ten total saltfics for Marinette on AO3 in the year and a half I’ve been in this fandom. And most of the ones I have seen don’t go as bonkers as the Adrien salt and Alya salt does on a regular basis. Heck, even the page on TvTropes for Fandom-Specific plots does not, as far as I can tell, list a single example of a Marinette saltfic plot.

I have been told that there were fanfics out there that treated her vilely in the past, even one popular one, as well as several fanfics that just made her kinda powerless while in the Marichat dynamic. I have not been able to verify this for myself however, though I have attempted it.

There certainly ARE a few very loud people on AO3 who hate Marinette’s guts, but they don’t tend to write a ton, and those sorts of stories aren’t very popular. When I was entering the fandom back in March 2019, I went through the top... 1000 fics I think on AO3? And only stumbled across maybe one or two that salted on Marinette, and even those it wasn’t like she was treated as irredeemable or punished beyond just being yelled at.

I’ve heard that part of the reason why Chameleon salt initially took off the way it did was because Marinette was salted (in comments and posts at least) by a lot of the fandom for a long time, and it was really mostly her that bore the brunt of it, rather than a ton of different characters. Then when Chameleon released a lot of people became very sympathetic to her, so it was a sort of backlash against the years of general dislike against her.

And theeeeen people took it way, way, WAY too far in ways that were absolutely disgusting, projecting the most heinous things onto the other characters (seriously where the hell did this notion come from that Alya would beat up or poison Marinette and destroy her things?! I haven’t even seen much justification for it beyond “well if she continues along this path this is an obvious conclusion of the sort of thing she’d do”, without anything to back that up.) and even making Marinette, whom the saltfics try to boost up, act in ways that frankly, made her a pretty despicable person in a lot of them, only somewhat mitigated by making everyone around her even worse. Though sometimes the fics don’t even do that and just have her like, abuse her power as class rep so she can get satisfaction out of setting it up so Adrien’s in close proximity to Lila as often as possible and delight in watching her sexually harass him, or try to get everyone arrested or fired or just generally take pleasure inflicting pain and suffering on her former friends while crowing about how they deserve it.

I reaaaaally don’t like Saltinette. Marinette wouldn’t either.

As for why Marinette bashing fics, the ones that go to the same extent as many of the saltfic plots that TvTropes lists, aren’t as popular (again, at least on AO3, though looking at FFN and Wattpad they didn’t seem super popular on there either. And PLEASE, if you want to direct me to where they’re popular, PLEASE don’t just say “they’re on this site”. I’ve gone to Wattpad and FFN. I’ve just found more of the saltfics TvTropes lists, not Marinette saltfics), I dunno. Demographics I guess? Maybe the people who hate Marinette’s guts aren’t as likely to read or write fanfics. Even the Marinette bashing fics I HAVE seen aren’t all that popular.

On the one hand, I’m glad she isn’t as often treated in as gross a manner in fanfics as Adrien, Alya, most of the class, a LOT of people in the show have been for the past... nearly two years now. 

On the other hand, it’s easy for me to resent her with how almost all of this bashing is supposedly done for HER sake, often while making her into a horrible human being along the way.

I basically can only go to AO3 with filters on for the usual bashing tags, like “Adrien bashing”, “Alya bashing”, “Classmates bashing” and “Marinette Deserves Better” (and yes that is a bashing tag, if it’s used you can be pretty damn sure someone in that fic’s being bashed on Marinette’s behalf, and probably not only canonical antagonists).

Generally after that I have to rewatch some of Miraculous Ladybug or read some fics where everyone’s in-character to get the bad taste out of my mouth. Because in the show? it’s not like this. Not at all. Marinette can have a bad day sometimes, but it’s just the sort of bad day typical people might experience. She can be upset or unfair or petty, but at normal person - especially normal kid - levels. Sometimes she’s scolded, sometimes bad things happen as a consequence, but she’s never treated as some piece of scum. If she’s upset, her friends and family are there for her.

And Alya and Adrien? Sometimes they can be careless about what they do or say and irritate her. Sometimes their words or actions aren’t as helpful as they want them to be.

But they don’t want to hurt her, they care for her, ABOUT her. Nor would she ever want to hurt them or lose them, even if she was justifiably angry with them. We saw that with Chat Noir especially, during the NY special.

Marinette loves and cares about her friends and family, and they love and care for her back.

At least I can be pretty sure that whatever insane bashing and twisting of characters happens in the fandom, the show will continue to be nice to the characters, to treat them as people deserving of love and affection. Maybe saying they made a mistake when they didn’t, or letting stuff slide that would be nice to be addressed, but on the whole, allowing them to continue to just... be friends. Be people. Be kids.

[queensdivas]

Hidden Blade Chapter 1

Y’all I’ve been to excited for this because I loved this movie with a passion. (Nothing beats Bohrap btw but damn 6 Underground was awesome not just because of Ben. Though he really made the movie even better.) If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please hmu! 

Please enjoy and I’ll see you guys in the next chapter or one of my updates. I’m on a train ride to London from Edinburgh so it’s about five hours. I plan on getting a crap done this ride so you might be seeing multiple updates! 

Enjoy! 

Next Chapter

Masterlist

Governments should always be in fear of who they govern over..those who are being governed should never be living in fear of who they are ruled over. Yet we live in a world where those in power abuse it badly so they can live the lavish life of the vices, greed, lust, and even the gluttony of having everything at their feet. Those who suffer under those sadly are living in a society in fear, hate, and uncertainty of whether they’ll be okay by the end of the day. 

That’s where I come in. 

You have to start somewhere small in order to cause a chain reaction. That lovely snowball effect. I start small by cutting off the suppliers resources, such as their plants, dirty shacks, and even the old warehouses. Once the resources are extinguished, I then move up to those in high up positions in order to really cause the rolling to begin. 

Yet I was given an opportunity to do a little more good with a lot less strings attached. Who doesn’t love a little more freedom. But what I was offered was complete freedom and who wouldn’t want complete freedom. 

You ever played the Assassins Creed games? I like to consider myself a walking version of that except no magical abilities, no special creed, or even a long line of ancestors that are meant to look similar and only the first three or four games nailed the similarities. Not the point. For those of you who’ve never heard of those games, imagine someone who's able to scale an entire flat building, stand on top of a metal cross, and even have some really cool equipment to help get the job done. We’ll be getting to those a little later. 

My name is eight. The Assassin. 

What’s the difference between a Hitman and Assassin you ask? One gets paid to do any form of killing for money, the other one does it for either political or religious reasons in this world of ours. But you both kill people? True. Never declared myself a saint anyhow in this world so shush! Story time! 

I pulled up to one of the abandoned planes to turn off my 4runner and climb out. Love the whole abandoned airfield look for the hideout. Really gives that fast and furious sort of vibe. How many movies are in the series anyhow? 

A ram truck came pulling up next to my 4runner as I began grabbing all my junk to hopefully store somewhere that was a little more secure than my new apartment here in California. Keeping a bunch of ropes, weapons, and my vast amount of foreign fruit would get me busted and I certainly love my Nectarine! 

“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one brought into this little adventure.” He appeared in front of me as I swung my duffle bag right on my shoulder. I closed the door as I turned to see him all dressed in american/military gear. An American soldier? Real power move.  

“Glad to see we got ourselves a soldier. Eight.” I held my hand out to him as he shook it. 

“Seven. At Least according to that dude.” He pointed as one came out of a tiny airplane and smiled. 

“Weird to see you not looking like a GAP model.” He showed up at my apartment in Israel looking like he walked out of Sunday church for some god knows reason. At first I thought he was apart of Jehovah's witness but as you can see we’re about to kill some mother fuckers.

“Ah really funny. Come meet the rest of us oh so lovely fellow campers.” We walked into the base as a women with blonde hair was reading a map while another woman was reading what looked like some sort of medical book. 

“Ladies this is seven and eight our newest batch of newbies. The one reading the map is two and in the cap is five. Not sure where the other two are but I imagine they’ll be showing up sometime soon.” I gave them a small wave as I put my bag on the ground next to the large table. 

“Look who finally showed up. Four this is seven and eight our eyes from the sky.” He tossed his hoodie down on the table as he gave us a small smile. The last member came into the room which is what I’m assuming was three. 

“There’s this trick that we all do to get through our day. We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world, all the wrongs humans do to one another. And then we close the box and pretend it doesn’t exist. Only some of us spend too much time inside the box. We’ve lost our ability to pretend. We know there’s too much unfinished business in this messed up world. Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can’t or won’t. And we do it from here. This is our haunted house. It’s a lot like the Batcave, except it’s nothing like the Batcave. Seven, eight. You’re dead. You’re gonna be restricted to cities that you’ve never visited before. People that you’ve never met. All of course your fellow ghost, none of whom you’ll know by name, only number, for safety, and so no one gets too close.” I mean. All we need is a butler, some random child to say “geez guys” and I think we would be set. 

“So basically what we’re doing is a sense of a justice league but with no moral codes?” Asking as One nodded. 

“Yes. Except Wonder Women uses guns and Batman is okay with killing people.” I..okay that works. 

“Each one of us has our own little gifts we bring to the table and now that we’ve required you two, we now officially have a set team.” 

“We’re like the A-Team but on steroids except Mr. T is this guy.” The Spainard commented as everyone just stared him down. 

“In your vast dreams.” One commented.

“Will we be required to wear matching rings?” Asking which made I believe his name is four chuckle a little. 

“Funny. Alright c’mon I wanna show you two something.” We all followed him into another room where a wall covered with nine pieces of paper with a single roman numerals on each one. 

“This is our target hitboard. These nine fuckers have been placing too much shit inside the box. So now they answer to us. Target number one: this prick. The Dictator of Turgistan Roach Alimov.” I walked over to his photo and began studying the guy. Radiates small dick energy already from all the work I’ve done over there, kind of like Kim Jong-Un except he doesn’t flaunt his money. 

“God I’m really craving french fries. Can we finish this over at Luckies?” I believe he’s three asked the group as I began walking past the other eight pieces of paper as I lightly saw their faces. Efrain Gracian. He runs the largest drug cartel in Mexico and has been killing a shit ton of innocent people in their villages. Oh my god they put Kim Jon-Un on their target list hell yeah. 

“So we plan on just killing all these pricks because they keep shitting on their countries and the rest of the world?” Leaning against the wall facing them as one nodded. 

“I say we finish this thing at Luckies. I’m really feeling a shitty beer to set the mood of introductions.” One began walking out of the fort as everyone else followed except for me as I looked at the wall again. Figured there would be less on the board in all honesty. 

~~~

I slipped into the booth with myself facing the middle of the window and the inside of the restaurant, seven sitting to my left while four was on my right. To think that I’m now officially dead and I cut all my ties off when I left home so no funeral. Bet they thought I was already dead anyhow so this works nicely. 

“So what do you bring to the table?” I was asked as I tossed my car keys on the table. 

“The soundless steps of a killer is what I bring to the table. You guys make a shit ton of noise if I think I know who you are. I’m assuming you guys we’re the one destroying Florence?” His eyes widened a little which makes my assumption correct cause these fuckers really had fun in Florence. 

“Florence was an absolute disaster.” He stopped talking as the waiter came to the group. 

“A round of Heineken for everyone. Then whatever else they want.” I ordered as everyone smiled a little as they began ordering their preferred drinks. 

“Figured you’d be a good match since you graciously just bought us all drinks. So if you’re a soundless killer, who have you eliminated?” You can thank the new democracy in South Sudan, and ending an entire sex trafficking operation in Chad. Both we’re super difficult to achieve but damn I did an awesome job. Both were run by major cunts obviously and took months of planning to even get close to them. 

“Who do you think got rid of the cunt from South Sudan?” Seven looked over at me then leaned across the table. 

“You killed Zafir Bahri?” Seven asked as I nodded. 

“Yup. Yet it was one of my most difficult assassinations since I had to make a break for it in the countryside. Kind of stuck out like a sore thumb till I made it to a reservation station.” The waitress came with the first round of beers. Four took a big gulp of his beer then sighed. 

“Alright if we’re going to show off what our past selves have done. I got the chance to steal a 5.0 carat ruby necklace that had two smaller diamonds that were about 4.2 carats that was about 100,000 dollars worth.” Yet he’s sitting here in an American restaurant drinking some shitty beer and eating high heart attack food? Sounds about right. 

“And here you are in America drinking Heineken and about to eat a very greasy double cheeseburger. Cheers” I grabbed my bottle as he did for us to clink our bottles together. Four seems super chill actually and now I’m kind of curious how he pulled off that heist. 

“So. What’s the absolute best thing about being dead? I mean you don’t have to pay taxes anymore.” Seven asked the entire group as they all had an inner conversation with themselves about the best part of being deceased. 

“No more dmv lines, no more shopping for Christmas.” Christmas has always been stressful for my old life and I didn’t even celebrate it!

“Or backstabbing girlfriends.” Raising my eyebrow at four. Damn someone broke his little heart. I’d play the worlds saddest song on the tiniest violin but not sure if he would get the reference. 

“They should make an “Out of office” reply for dead people. Sorry I’m away from the planet right now. I’m fucking dead.” That’s a bit much but if it makes her feel better about being dead then let her do her own thing. 

“No more tax, no more criminal records, no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked and or just the usual stuff. You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff.” How is being naked casual? Since when is being naked considered casual in any standard? 

“Umm. How is being naked any form of being casual?” He took a drink of his beer as he licked his lips.

“Ya know. Just walking around naked on your balcony or even on your front porch. It’s a casual thing.” I..I still don’t see that as a casual thing. Around the house yes because oversized t-shirt and underwear is always a comfy.

“Is that like when Jersey people say it’s a jersey thing?” Before he could answer One chuckled a little. 

“Guys. You’re all wrong. The best thing about being dead is the freedom. I mean, we’re all gonna die. May as well do it while we’re alive, right? When you’re young, you lock yourself into all of these bad decisions. Marriages, mortgages, and all that kind of stuff. But you die. It’s all escaped. Poof! Gone! From that point forward, all that matters is what you choose. The point is that we should bring seven and eight behind the curtain. You wanna hand me those over there?” Three handed him a bunch of plastic cups as leaned a little more forward on the table. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see him quickly glancing away back at the demonstration. Guess he’s kind of cute, not exactly sure how getting involved with people on the team is viewed. Rather avoid the whole situation. 

“Alright here. A little deminsation, no technology. So this is how to stage a coup in three not so easy steps. Alright you got a country, Turgistan right? These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing. Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys. But there’s one worse guy. That’s the piece of shit dictator, right there at the top.” Sounds about right. That was basically the entire set up in South Sudan. 

“Don’t forget his brother.” Brother? Oh yeah, the guy has a brother that basically has been isolated or off the face of the earth at this point. Gotta love it when Governments hide those wanting a better world, or hiding sick pedophiles when they fake suicides so they don’t go to prison or end up being executed. 

“Democracy loving brother.” So we’ve got a shitty dictator and a loving democratic. Of freakin’ course!

“He’s the key. So we’re gonna hit the four generals. They’re gonna lead us to the brother.” 

“You kill top Generals, you fuck the dictators day.” Three shoved a few French fries in his mouth. 

“Can confirm.” I took a big gulp of my beer as I leaned back against the booth.

“Second thing we're gonna do is free the brother. And the last thing we’re gonna do is we’re gonna say goodbye to piece of shit dictator and hello to democracy loving brother.”

“It all goes down in four months, El Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.” Kinky.

“Oh that’s it?” Seven and I looked at each other for the both of us to nod in approval of the plan. 

“Um well that’s pretty simple ya know. The cups.” I took a drink of my beer as I began mentally seeing the whole plan in my head. 

“Wonderful presentation.” We’re gonna die aren’t we?

“So we’re all gonna die?” At this point I say that’s a hard yes. 

“Not me.” What confidence she has because there’s something about her that just kind of scares the shit out of me. Must be something federal in her former life.

“She’s not, we all are. Painfully.” Peachy. Real fucking peachy. But hey I’m already technically dead so this works out perfectly in the end. Just when my body shows up at someones house or is found floating on the coast, going to be quite a headache trying to figure out since I’m already dead. 

Maybe I should be more optimistic with this new life. Could be worse. I could be stuck in a work camp in Siberia. Maybe we just see where this goes and if it doesn’t end well I just disappear into the unknown. Sounds like an absolute plan! 

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Not what I expected

Quick notice before we dive into the chapter, I will be visiting family tomorrow so I am not sure if I will be posting a chapter or not as I don't know if I will have time to write one. I post as I write so within about half an hour of a chapter being finished it's posted.

Also, I hadn't planned on writing Jagged and Penny's wedding but if you would like me to I will do so as I do have some idea's for it. Please just let me know in an ask or even in the comments! I don't think it would impact the plot but hay, it might make a nice fluffy piece. If I did write it would just be a one-shot side chapter much like Jack's day...

7; 8(here); 9

Chapter 8:

The team nodded and with that, they all separated to get to work on the tasks Hotch had set for them.

Hotch made his way to Tom and Sabine's bakery with Jack walking excitedly next to him. He was still babbling about how pretty his sister looked and how kind she was. He kept repeating how much he loved her already and how happy he was that he had the best big sister in the world. He hadn't run out of steam by the time they arrived and walked through the bakery doors. Two little girls were trying to choose which sweet they wanted while an older girl watched them. During a pause in their debate, they heard what Jack was saying and a sad look crossed their face. Their big sister noticed and spoke up.

“Ella, Etta, what's wrong? Any time another child says that their sister is the best you normally argue that Ayla is better than them, this time you just looked sad. Is everything alright or did you fight with her?” Hotch heard the name Ayla and decided to listen in as the girls replied.

“We didn't fight with her Nora, how could we have she never babysits us anymore.” 

One sulked before the other continued, “Every time Ayla is meant to look after us, she sneaks out to go on a date with Nino.” Without thought, the two started to tag-team to explain what was happening, first one then the other then back to the first with every sentence 

“It wasn't so bad at first, Ayla used to get Mari to babysit us so sometimes there was us, Chris and Manon all together and she would teach us first aid or how to sow something simple like fixing a button or if she was really busy she'd let us watch a movie.”

“But recently Ayla has been getting another girl, Lila to babysit us and all she does is tell us stories and they are all about herself, they aren't even very good.”

“She says she never lies but if you listen to her everything is a lie as she says she knows people who are dead.”

“She said she rescued Jagged Stones kitten but we all met Jagged the one day when Mari was looking after us because he face-timed her to ask her to make him some more sunglasses and saw we were there so he played a mini-concert for us.”

Hotch and the others listened in slight horror to what the twins were saying. How long had Marinette had to babysit four children all at once? Did the rest of the family know? Hotch glanced at the big sister's face and knew that she hadn't known what was going on at all. He could also tell that the girls had something else they wanted to say so he knelt then he asked a question he knew would prompt them into revealing it.

“Was there anything else? I promise you won't get into trouble for answering no matter what it is.”

“Yeah, when we called her out on her lies the first time, she said that she doesn't lie, just tells people what they want to hear.”

“She then said if we tried to tell anyone we would regret it.”

By this stage, the alarm bells were ringing loud and clear in Hotch's brain. His team had chased unsubs that had less experience covering their tracks then this girl. He wondered which other psychopathic tendencies she displayed and how long she had been targeting people. He turned to the big sister.

“My name is Aaron Hotchner and I work for the FBI in America. I know by french law it is illegal to have recorded what your sisters sad without permission but I wasn't fast enough to have asked before they started speaking. So I recorded them as they spoke, I'm now asking for your permission to keep the recording so that we can hopefully build a full case against this Lila girl before she can hurt anyone else. We will be contacting Interpol as soon as we have enough evidence to move forward.”

 “Nora Césaire and with pleasure. I know one of my sister's, Ayla, is already under her spell but I'm hopeful with time and help she can come right. I know my sister isn't perfect, she's stubborn; brash and can be very impatient but she's usually loyal and kind. If those traits are being turned against her I want to help free her before she destroys her future.”

Hotch nodded and handed Nora a card as a precaution then wave as the sisters left. He was very grateful to Tom for distracting Jack before he could hear what the girls said.

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Morgan and Reid had been wandering through the city acting like normal tourists for most of the afternoon. They hadn't spoken about the case but they had made sure that they were talking about anything and everything that crossed their minds simply so that nobody would think them suspicious. They had just wandered closer to the Seine and Reid was rattling off the fact that the river is 777km long when they bumped into a teenaged boy with blue eyes and dark blue/ black hair with teal tips.

“Whoa, sorry about that we should have looked where we were going,” Morgan apologised.

“It's alright,” replied the teen. “I was so busy looking at my phone that I wasn't concentrating on anything around me. I should know better.” As the teen went to put his phone away, the screen lit up briefly to show a picture of Marinette, the teen in front of them and two others. All of them were dressed in clothes suited to going to a rock concert and all of them had the tips of their hair dyed. Marinette's tips were pink, the other girl had red tips and the last teen was blonde with green tips. The teen noticed the screen light up and checked it again.

“Dammit Adrien, we were meant to have a jam session today,” he muttered after reading the message. “There again, I can't exactly blame this on you. Your pops is an asshole for making you do yet another photoshoot today despite you booking it off two weeks ago.” He then looked up at Morgan and Reid, “Sorry about that, my friend just had to cancel our plans for the afternoon. I'm Luka by the way.”

Morgan introduces himself to Luka then Reid did the same. “I couldn't help but notice the picture on your phone, what concert were you going to?”

“Oh, it was a Jagged Stone concert. My friend Marinette managed to score us some tickets so we dyed their hair with chalk just to complete the whole 'rock' vibe Mari was going for when she designed our outfits. I think the tickets were meant to be for some of her other friends but in the end, she chose to take us instead.”

“Why'd you think that?” Morgan asked with feigned curiosity.

“Look, no offence man, but I don't know you and I don't feel comfortable telling two strangers about my friend's problems,” Luka stated firmly, which made Morgan smile.

“That's probably the best attitude to have.” He said with a reassuring smile. He was just about to continue speaking when he saw JJ and Prentiss walking towards him. They had a group of 5 teens with them that waved to Luka.

“Hey, Luka, do you have time to talk? We know Adrien is supposed to be joining you for a jam session this afternoon,” the black-haired boy in a hoodie asked.

“Yeah, he had to cancel thanks to his dad why, what's up?” Luka responded.

This time it was the red-haired boy that spoke. “We were drinking juice while we were walking when the two ladies with us stopped us and asked about the whole Hawkmoth thing and we kinda got talking about Mari and how she is the only one from our group to never have been Akumatised. That led to talking about her a bit more and then we saw you so we thought we may as well get everyone together so that we don't have to repeat anything.” The redhead looked embarrassed as he spoke.

“Ah makes sense then.” Luka looked thoughtful then spoke again, “Since we are right outside my place, let's make sure we all know each other's names and make sure these four aren't going to kidnap up or anything, then head in. At least that way we can all sit down as we talk. I'll start us off, I'm Luka.” The teens nodded then they each said their names as did the four members of the BAU.

“Kagami,” said the stern-looking girl with shortish hair the same colour as Marinette's.

“Aurore,” this time it was the blond girl.

“Marc,” the boy in the red hoodie said with a shy wave.

“Nathaniel,” the equally she redhead said with a wave.

“Alix,” the final teen introduced herself.

“Alright I'm SSA Derek Morgan and these are SSA Emily Prentiss, SSA Jennifer Jareau aka JJ and Dr Spencer Reid,” Morgan said as each team member waved when their name was said. “We work for the FBI in America and have met Tom and Sabine as well as Marinette, you are welcome to check with them before you talk to us if you prefer.” 

The teenagers exchanged a look before Alix spoke up, “I think checking with them first would be our best bet, I'd rather not risk my friends or my own safety by talking out of turn.” Having said that she turned on her heel and walked a little way away from the group and dialled the bakery. 

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WWE Smackdown Live 7/23/19 Review

Well the show opened up in an interesting way, with us finding out that the commentary team for the night would be Tom Phillips, David Otunga, Xavier Woods and Big E. Well, that is certainly a way to stir things up. 

Shane McMahon opened up the show properly, with a promo. He got CM Punk chants right as he started talking, and later got you can’t wrestle chants. He put over the Raw Reunion show, and he talked about how Kevin Owens wasn’t on the show. He called him a coward for not showing up, but he was happy that he was not there. He acknowledged that Owens challenged him to a Summerslam match, and even accepted. He also accepted the stipulation that if Owens loses, that he would quit. He then said that he was skeptical about the truth of that, and he played the footage of him losing an Intercontinental title match last year and quitting, but returning a week later. Shane said that he wanted to make sure the stip will stand, and said that he wanted it in writing. Owens then showed up, and said that the quitting was the lowest point of his career. He said he was broken down then, and he has changed. He said that it didn’t matter, because he wouldn’t quit. He would beat the hell out of him in that match and win, and nearly attacked him tonight, but Shane said that he couldn’t attack him until the match. Shane then booked a match between Owens and Roman Reigns. 

Grade: B. A pretty basic promo, but we had a nice twist at the end there. I like Owens and Reigns matches, so I was excited to see that later. Of course the summerslam match would happen though, that was no surprise. I’m happy to say that the opening promo this week was good, even enjoyable. 

Backstage, Shane talked to Elias and Drew McIntyre, who kissed his ass about booking that face vs. face match. Shane then said that he wanted the match to be special, and booked Drew McIntyre as the referee, and Elias as the timekeeper. He then said that he would be the special ring announcer. Okay, lots of overbooking, but I thought that was kinda funny. 

Then we had Shinsuke Nakamura vs. Apollo Crews. Crews had control early on, hitting some of his nice offense, and reminding us all that he is a great talent. He gave Nakamura a nice delayed vertical suplex, holding him for around 15 seconds. He then gave Nakamura a clothesline out of the ring, and followed it up with a moonsault off the apron. Nakamura was in control during the commercial, but Crews gained control again when when we came back to live, hitting some nice strikes. However, Nakamura responded to the strikes with an awesome sliding German suplex. He went for the Kinshasa, but Crews countered with a ensiguri and an olympic slam, but only a near fall. Crews tried to follow up with a standing shooting star press, but Nakamura dodged it and hit a Kinshasa for the win. 

Nakamura continued the attack after the bell, giving him another Kinshasa at ringside. 

Grade: B. Good match here, lots of offense for Crews, and some close near falls. Crews has gotten a lot of TV time lately, which ups his stock, and Nakamura got a good win on TV to solidify his title reign. Good booking and a good match. 

Then we had Mandy Rose and Sonya Deville backstage. Rose said that she told Shane that the IIconics were making fun of him last week, so he gave Fire and Desire a match against them next week. Deville asked if that meant they had a Women’s Tag Team Title match next week, to which Rose responded, “Yep. And if we win, we deserve a tag team title match!” Then they stared into each other’s eyes lovingly. They really stumbled over their words here, it was kinda funny. 

Then we had a promo from Ali, who was sitting in a stairwell looking upset. He said that he has to rewrite his story. He said that he needs to change his story from a guy to had to scratch and claw his way into the WWE, and then to a WWE championship match only to have the rug pulled out from under him. He says that he refuses to let that injury be his whole story, and he refuses to be forgotten. He said that if his pen ran out of ink, he would use his blood to write his story, and he will go down in history. Good stuff, I like that. 

Then we had Miz TV, with Shawn Michaels as the guest. As he came down, Woods and Big E sang along to the song. They were kinda get on my nerves on commentary. The fans chanted for HBK, and he ate up the applause. He said that he loves coming back and seeing people, because they are his family. Michaels talked about how they inducted Rollins into DX/ The Kliq, they plugged one of the marine movies, and then they plugged Summerslam. Then Dolph Ziggler interrupted. He said that he never wanted to be a legend that couldn’t learn to let go. Michaels then said that he was fine with letting Ziggler get stuff off his chest, and Ziggler said that Michaels didn’t need to come back. He called Michaels embarrassing, as embarrassing as Goldberg in a wrestling ring. Jeez, leave the guy alone, it’s been a while. Michaels said that he wouldn’t disagree with him, but it was more embarrassing to work a full career, and be known as nothing more than a Shawn Michaels wannabe. Ziggler said that Michaels was second rate, and said that Michaels will only be known for kissing ass, and Miz told him to just do something. Miz was sick of his complaining, and said that if it should have been him, he needs to make it him. The crowd chanted for Ziggler to do something, and he swung at Michaels, only for him to hit Miz, giving Michaels a superkick instead. 

Grade: B+. I was super into this. These are three great talkers, and they cut a good promo. Ziggler came off as a whiny bitch, as he should have, who was confronted and led to his breaking point by a couple guys who were sick of it. Good way to build the probable match with Miz. And Michaels sold the superkick well, so that was nice. 

We came back for a match between Ember Moon and Charlotte Flair. Bayley came out right at the beginning, which distracted Charlotte and got Moon a rollup for the win. Bayley celebrated with Moon, but Moon threw Bayley back in the ring, and Bayley ate a big boot from Charlotte. Moon then gave both women an eclipse. 

Grade: C-. I would prefer an actual match, and this will probably lead to a triple threat when I would prefer a singles match. This is all more than likely leading to stuff that I don’t want to happen, and this was a very rushed segment. But it was effective, and not actively bad. 

Then Kofi Kingston came out to choose his challenger for Summerslam. Michael Cole replaced Woods and Big E on commentary for some reason. Kingston said that he wants to challenge Randy Orton, and he called him out quick so that he wouldn’t get attacked from behind. Orton came out, as commentators talk about Orton’s win over Kofi last week. Kingston said that he and Orton have history. He talked about how Orton killed his push ten years ago, because he was pissed about getting destroyed in a falls count anywhere match, which is a clever way to incorporate that whole moment in a kayfabe sense. Kingston said that he refused to stay down. Orton then confirmed that he held him back, saying that he was not ready then, and he isn’t ready now. Orton said that he was world championship material, while Kofi’s Jamaican accent and pancakes were not. He said that he was the reason Kofi became world champion, because he injured Ali. He said that Kingston doesn’t deserve the championship, and he can take it whenever he wants. Orton accepted the match for Summerslam, but said that he would destroy him with the RKO. As Orton was leaving, Samoa Joe came out. Orton refused to leave, and Joe vs. Kingston was next. 

Grade: B+. Another really good promo. I liked the way they incorporated things into Kayfabe. Plus I forgot how good Orton was on the mic, and Kingston is no scrub. This story makes sense, and it made me look forward to the championship match. Highlight of the night.

We went right into Joe vs. Kingston. They grappled around a bit, no one really getting the advantage early on. The part of this match that really stood out to me was how good Cole and Phillips were together. I liked their commentary a lot. Joe mostly dominated their match with submissions and big power moves, similar to their other matches. Kofi was about to get a win, when Orton ran into the ring and tried for the RKO, but caused a DQ. Kofi stood off with Orton in the worst fighting stance that I have ever seen, and Orton dropped Joe with an RKO instead. Kingston then gave Orton a trouble in paradise, and stood tall.

Grade: C-. Not very good stuff here. The match was boring, the post match angle was predictable, but it was necessary and effective. For whatever reason, Kofi looked so stupid in his fighting stance that it dropped the grade a lot. Seriously, if you haven’t seen it, look it up. It’s awful.

Then we had Finn Balor come out. He was interviewed in the ring, where they also plugged Smackville (which I will be reviewing, but not doing predictions for). They talked about Bray Wyatt’s attack on him, and Balor talked about how he doesn’t care about why Wyatt attacked him, he just wants to put him down. Balor challenged him to a Summerslam match, and Wyatt appeared on the titantron as apart of the Firefly funhouse. He talked about the Fiend as if it was a different creature, and said that the fiend accepted the challenge. He ended the promo with a “let me in,” and then showed choppy image of the fiend. 

Grade: B. Pretty good. Could be a good match for Summerslam, plus Wyatt kept up the creepy vibe of the Fiend. Good build. 

Then we had an interview with Charlotte Flair, who was pissed about not being booked on Summerslam. She said that she demands to be booked on the show, and will prove that she is the greatest female superstar of all time.

Then we had the main event. Kevin Owens vs. Roman Reigns, with Drew McIntyre as the ref, Elias as the timekeeper, and Shane as the ring announcer. As he announced the participants, Shane made sure to mention that he beat Roman a couple times, and called Owens a quitter. Owens then got on the mic, and said that he was going to drop Shane tonight and run threw Reigns to do it. Reigns took offense to that, and they started the match. McIntyre made sure to be right in the middle of the action in the early goings, pushing both of them around. However, Reigns quickly attacked McIntyre, and then Owens attacked Elias. They almost had their hands on Shane, but the heels came out to fight them off, and the heels beat them down. Owens was actually able to hit Shane a bit, before giving Elias a stunner, and Roman giving McIntyre a spear. They destroyed Shane with a superman punch and a stunner, and the two faces stood tall. The crowd begged them to attack him one more time, and Owens gave Shane another stunner.

Owens then got on the mic, and he said that his attack tonight will be nothing compared to the one at Summerslam. He said that he will actually make Shane enjoyable with the beatdown. I sure hope so. 

Grade: C+. Not bad, but certainly not great. I was hoping that we would have a match here, but watching a bunch of finishers was nice too. Reigns inclusion here really was just to get him on the card, so that didn’t make much sense, but it was fine otherwise. Still don’t care about that match though. 

Overall grade: B-

Pros: opening promo; nakamura vs. crews; Miz TV; kingston promo; Wyatt promo

Cons: Moon vs. Charlotte; Joe vs. Kingston

I would also like to offer a special message to Byron Saxton, whose father recently passed away. I wish you and your family the best in your time of suffering, and I am sorry for your loss.

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aos spoilers

Deke's surviving skills are something I need lol I'd have never thought about, running to hide in the vents like that, and of course he lived such a shitty life, he'd know where to go Also Deke's speech about how he comes from another universe is one I made several times? because if their changes affect Deke's timeline, then they never went to a destroyed world and they won't change it and re-start the paradox. If Deke dies, it's because of a fight he's in. And Jemma is once again betting her life on theories they have

Deke 'self-serving' tho... the guy literally went to die to bring the team home and save the world, instead of escaping with other humans or letting Daisy go to Enoch while he stayed with the team, and he’s been trying to give people back up and help instead of ditching them, but okay 

can the show also properly acknowledge that Deke was a human enslaved and forced to grow up inside the Lighthouse, watching his loved ones get sent to die as a kid, forced to live a life in which he had to take care of himself, and had never seen the outside world, just heard some stories about the fantastic past planet and then fixing the framework so he could see a replica of it himself, but of course nothing tasted or smelled right since he never really got the chance to see the real thing, and lemons were a treasure and people almost killed each other over disgusting food tossed to them the way you give animals theirs, pouring it on the ground (food used to sterilize them to control the population), and sometimes the matrics shoved in their arms went red and you had to kill people or be killed until you were one of the left standing? it's not only traumatic, it's hell, and this man is so well-adjusted, considering, and he just wanted to see the real world but instead he chose to stay at the Lighthouse and help ?? because it was killing me, the way he was freaking out in the elevator 

someone who can actually upload gifs on tumblr should make a gifset of all the horrors we have seen in that future and of the things Deke told us about it  

I LOVE DAVIES AND TALBOT SO MUCH, all their lines! And Piper mentioning it’s two who can’t be killed - including Davies in it, the writers were teases lol 

wait TALBOT is going in there??? why??? what the fuck????

also Mack in this whole episode is amazing, but I'm dying at the Moment(tm) they made out of him letting Coulson borrow a shotgunaxe (I commented on his fight with Elena under the read more but in any case I agree with both)

is Talbot going to stop all this darkness bullshit? it's making me so anxious oh my god I love it and yes, it is, gravi-Talbot

I love that Coulson keeps trying to confess at every turn, or at least address May's confession and how can Talbot control the powers??

and Daisy is going to come back to find WHAT lol nobody can leave that damn place, you go away five minutes and come back to the place falling apart

DID SHE?? go grave digging to pull the drug out of her mother's body?? oh my god ?? __

some Jemma / Jemma & Fitz critical stuff:

oh god, I could have been okay with Jemma going against Daisy orders just because she believes Daisy is focusing on Coulson so she had to do something about the particle accelerator, and having a fight with Daisy, but not with the way she was at the beginning of the ep, like she's siding with Fitz, can't look at people in the eyes, and hugging herself every time she's uncomfortable - she did it when Fitz was cutting Daisy, she did it when Daisy looked at her and Fitz angrily in this episode - because it's still and always giving me the vibes of 'wife who will literally accept anything from her husband and claim that nothing is wrong, they need no help, just love, but is actually internally freaking out'

also now Fitz critical stuff after read more (and always not happy with Fitz and Jemma's relationship too), I'll try to refrain from writing more about this (but people, including me, criticize Jemma all the time, it's criticism not being anti, so I shouldn't feel so nervous saying it), and I just need to get it out of my chest, but before that I'll write one thing here:

I will never find Fitz being so hard on Deke funny, none of the scenes where he is make me smile, they just make me roll my eyes. It's why I also block the anti tag. Because I can agree with criticism against Deke, especially from Daisy, but when it comes to those scenes I just... cannot find it humorous. I found funny the 'ugh Deke' part back in the future with the whole team being done, even if I liked him it didn’t matter, it was funny to me, but the way it's playing now? not my thing.  

it just makes me think that while Fitz and Jemma could always be rude to people, this is too different from how he was before, the level of it, the attitude, especially in the context of everything else he did and said recently - can you imagine Fitz being like that with Skye in s1 when in the first episodes she tried to joke around and didn't understand science, so she had several goofy moments? or with Ward, constantly, instead of trying to be nice to him too and warming up to each other? or with Hunter who is so much like Deke? and Fitz himself knows what it's like to look for a connection and get that kind of attitude, the 'you are not smart enough, good enough' especially from a parental - or grandparent - figure? so uh... no. To me there was also never anything wrong in Fitz being much nicer before. There are plenty people who are caring and forgiving and would put aside their needs to help others while still not letting others walk over them.

I always complain about Jemma's flaws, for example how she can be hypocritical as hell, so I think it's fair that I admit what I don't like about him either, and if this is the new Fitz, I miss the old one. If I met this character now I wouldn't like him, same way I don't like Sherlock. I loved Fitz so much, the way he was, he wasn't perfect but he was amazing to me, but the character he is now? he's not one I'd be a fan of. He's NOT badly written, like Jemma who has no realistic reactions, just not my cup of tea as a character or person. (Now Jemma, if she had realistic reactions, would probably not be my fave person either, I can't know because she’s everything that other characters will need her to be depending on the scene). It's one example of how traumas can change people, but I don't have to like the way you become just because it has a good explanation.  

Which is why the fight Mack and Elena had was exactly the kind of fight I have wanted for FS in s2 when Jemma was starting to unravel and be murder-y with Ward, and also a similar fight about Fitz thinking she'd be capable of hurting Daisy, and also a fight about change that was resolved, and possibly I just wanted that kind of fight and conflict and messed up emotions and 'we've been through too much and it messed you up' now in season 5 with the way Fitz has been since the Framework (but because she loves him, everything is okay?) I find unsettling that Jemma was just okay with everything he was saying, always.