#my instict tells me to shoot myself

[hauntedhowling]

It appears I might go homeless again.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Sending you this because your takes on cucuhalo are interesting/pos:

The scene where cucurucho hysterically laughs as sipi tries to break bad's armour is meant to be bunny but also.....Q!Bbh first instict when Sipi was reporting him was to call cucurucho. He's definitely attached to him.

But when fighting sipi while bad desperately screeched for cucurucho, whom was laughing his ass off... I just wonder what you felt about that

(I'm all for the Bad needs attatchements and Cucurucho needs control theory)

NO NO NO OK BECAUSE I WAS SO ILL ABOUT THAT I WAS SOOOOOOO

OKAY LISTEN TO ME

OKAHY i need to stop screaming ok listen i think that that was such a MOMENT

Cucurucho has obviously been SOOO jealous today and yesterday over bad hanging out with ollie, i have a feeling that thats why he let sipi do that and was gleefully laughing while it happened (I think he let it happen for a MULTITUDE of reasons, one being to let out that jealousy and once again hear bad screaming his name(hehe)(suggestive but also it reestablishes bad's dependence to cucurucho), another to cover his ass since ollie immediately clocked cucuruchos attachment when she heard theyre roommates, and another because hes an evil little shit who thinks thats funny. Lowkey also think he was into watching bad run around terrified but thats a different thing to talk about......). It was such an INTERESTING moment to me hehehe i had so many thoughts about it, at some point i put myself in cucuruchos shoes (and my shipper shoes) and felt immense satisfaction hearing bad call for cucurucho, calling for his protection, like that was THE reaction cucurucho was looking for and hearing it was just so perf

I also found it super interesting that, despite having two witnesses who would point out bad's lie, bad felt comfortable enough to lie to cucuruchos FACE about what happened!!!! Most islanders are NOT about that life but bads one of few who know cucurucho favors him in some way and thinks/knows he can use it to his advantage!!!! like ollie and Sipi were RIGHT THERE and both called out his lie but bad had absolutely no problem confidently turning around and crying to cucurucho about how sipi had been mean to him and how cucurucho needs to punish them!!!!! I was expecting him to tell cucurucho sipi was being a jerk or biased or something but like THAT??? CRAZY!!!! I think it woulda worked too if cucurucho hasnt been on his absolute JEALOUSY streak!!!

I found afterwards very telling too!!! Cucurucho obviously got the reaction he wanted from bad in that chase, bad was screaming for him, he wanted cucuruchos safety, cucuruchos protection, cucuruchos validation in his accusations and that goddamn bear obviously wanted that because you can see how protective and less jealous he was afterwards!!!

Like first off, bro basically kissed bad goodbye when he was walking out of that office lets get that one straight.....

But second off when bad went afk on that carousel????? PERF!!! you could tell he was trying to make himself sit there and watch bad get bit (trying to keep himself mad, iykyk) but eventually he caved, saved bad, and EVEN GUARDED HIM!!!! He got protective and jealous when ollie sat next to bad and i think ollie knew it too!! She laughed at him all cheeky when cucurucho got jealous and asked what she was doing, and when she laughed at the question he went, and i quote "no, answer the question, what are you doing?" and then proceeded to SHOOT AT HER UNTIL SHE GOT OFF THE CAROUSEL!!!!!! AND THEN KEPT SHOOTING AT HER!!!!!! CRAZY!!! CRAZY!!!! INSANE!!!!!

ANYWAY can you tell im so normal about them

[croatian-nt]

Mafia au-Part two

Summary: When an unassuming artist saves a man’s life at the shooting at the gallery, he ends up in the midde of the war between two mafias and as he gets dragged deeper into the whole thing, he soon learns the line between the sides and right and wrong blur more than he expected.

Pairings: Luka Modrić/Šime Vrsaljko 

Word Count: 2469

Warnings: blood, shooting, violence in general, kinda sexual innuendos at the beginning

Notes: And a part two is here! I owe a big thank you to @lovren-la-vida-luka for editing this. Keep up being awesome ily. Anyway, this part actually starts the main plot so enjoy(P.S. I am aware Šime is not left handed but eh, he is in this)

Luka focused on the rhythmic, predictable pattern of his steps, on the gentle sound of his shoes against the ground. The smell of fresh, cold air. Anything that wasn't related to Šime and all the feelings that came with thoughts of him. 

 He felt irritated at how easily the other man could completely distract him and ruin his concentration. Distraction could get him killed in this job. Or worse, it could get Šime killed. And Luka wasn't about to let that happen. 

 Surprisingly, Šime was silent during their walk to the building, but when Luka was about to gather his stuff, Šime stopped him with a hand on his elbow.

 "Oh no, you don't. You can't go and discuss a truce with other sovietnik in that shirt."

 Luka glanced down at his simple. green t-shirt. It was comfortable and frankly, he didn't see any problem with it.

 "I know what are you thinking and there is a lot of problems with it. Especially with wearing that nice blazer. Thankfully for you, I got one of your button ups that go nice with it. It's waiting for you in the bathroom. 

 Luka rolled his eyes, but he knew it was not a fight he could win. If he refused to put on the shirt Šime choose, he didn't doubt Šime would be above taking this shirt off Luka himself and well-that couldn't end well.

 "I am surprised you didn't just hand it over and expect me to undress."

Šime smirked and step closer and Luka had to resist the urge to step backwards. He held his ground instead, choosing to hide the fact that his heart was in his throat as soon as Šime was near him. 

 "I mean I certainly won't complain if you do take your shirt off here. In fact, I can help you," Šime said, his voice getting progressively lower with each word.

 Luka swallowed and quickly turned his back to him to hide his blush.

 "That won't be necessary," He muttered, rushing to the bathroom, but not before he heard Šime's quiet laugh.

 The button up Šime choose was dark blue, and Luka recognized it as one he saw in his closet just that morning. Which could only mean...

 "Did you break into my apartment again?!"

 He heard a chuckle from other side of the door. 

 "It was all with good intentions. Speaking of, I really love the new lock you got. It was fun figuring it out."

 Luka sighed, deciding to let it slide. Unless he installs a really advanced alarm, he obviously wasn't going to keep Šime from breaking in every once in a while. 

 Maybe he should just give him the key and spare them both the trouble. 

 When he exited the bathroom, Šime was nowhere to be seen, and Luka figured he was probably waiting outside. Just when he was finished gathering his stuff, Luka felt a barely there touch at the pocket of his sleeve, and reacted on instict. He spun around, his hand tightly locking around the wrist of the offender, easily pinning him to the wall.

 He faced a grinning Šime. Of course. He was probably the only person who would dare to try to pick pocket him, even as a joke.

 "I plead not guilty," Šime said, even as Luka could clearly see his wallet held in the hand Luka was keeping in a tight grip.

 "One of these days, I will break your wrist, and then this isn't going to be so funny to you."

 Šime's expression transformed, as he but his lip and batted his eyelashes, giving Luka what could only be described as bedroom eyes. Luka's grip on his wrist tightened.

 “Wow,” he smirked in reply without flinching, his gaze only intensifying. “Well if you're that much into being rough, go ahead, I'm not complaining..."

 Luka rolled his eyes and snatched his wallet back, trying to fight his cheeks blushing, again. Šime really needed a hobby. 

 “If that's all of your shenanigans-”

 "Wait, before you go, could you just tell me what time it is? My watch stopped working," Šime asked, back to being serious.

 Luka took a quick glance to his wrist and- fuck. His watch was missing.

 "You little shit."

 Šime's laugh echoed through the hallway, Luka's watch dangling from his right hand-the one Luka wasn't paying attention to. When someone is left-handed, you forget they can be equally light with their right, as well. 

 As Luka put his watch back, he never took his eyes off Šime, keeping track of his every movement. He wouldn't put it past him to try and steal something else. 

 "You are starting to get far too handsy lately," Luka said, glaring at him. Šime smirked.

 "Are you referring to me stealing your watch, or to the last job I did?"

 Luka stiffened and flexed his fingers, pretending to check if he tightened the watch properly. He bit his tongue, not giving Šime the satisfaction of asking him what he wanted.

 "What you do on the job is not my problem, as long as it gets done. Just stay away from my things."

 Šime slunk close to Luka, but not close enough to actually touch him-which was smart. He didn't give Luka an excuse to push him away just yet. 

 Too smart, Luka's mind whispered as he met Šime's dark gaze. He is going to read you like a book.

 "Is that so? But I thought you'd want to know more about the job. So I was supposed to find out exactly what kind of drugs this woman was selling on the black market, right? And I had enough luck that her husband found me charming enough to-"

 "I really don't care how exactly you charmed him to bed," Luka interrupted sharply, surprising even himself.

 "Jealous, Modrić?"

 Luka cursed the knowing look in Šime's eyes, and the way he felt about him.

 He could feel the warmth of Šime's body this close, even if he didn't touch him. It would be almost too easy to cross the distance between them. To kiss him, to finally make him stop talking or thinking about anyone else that wasn't Luka.

 He couldn't. Not if he planned to keep him safe. Luka took calculated risks but this - and if he was totally honest with himself, anything related to Šime - wasn't something he could be objective about. Ever.

 He took a step back. 

 "I don't think there is anything left to talk about here. But I am sure Dalić will want to hear your report, so you should probably head to his office.”

 Luka turned, but he only made a few steps towards the door before Šime spoke.

 "I didn't sleep with him. Or with any of the others in the past few months, for that matter."

 Luka stopped walking abruptly, his breath and words catching almost painfully in his throat, but he didn't turn. He stood, frozen, torn by indecision.

 "I only wanted your reaction. Because you keep pushing me away, and I'd love to know why." 

 Luka drew in a jagged breath and finally turned, raising his eyes to meet Šime's. His eyes were a hurricane, and while Luka knew there was a peace in the middle of it, he couldn't help the way his heart pounded as it swept him away.

 "We- I can't give you what you want okay? If someone found out we were together, I couldn't keep you safe, especially not on the street." 

 Šime clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair.

 "That's an excuse. Besides, who said I want to be protected?"

 There were many things Luka wanted to say in that moment. Like, 'I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you because I was careless enough to let you get close to me.' Or, 'I was not made to care for others, you'll get hurt.' Or maybe even 'Please don't make me choose between hurting you and putting you in danger.'

 'You are breaking my heart.'

 So many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t say any of them. Instead, he swallows hard in an attempt to get the words out of his mouth, and told Šime in the flattest voice he could manage: "I just don't think it’s a good idea. It probably wouldn't last, anyway."

 Šime growled under his breath and stalked towards him. For a split second, Luka thought he was going to hit him. He didn’t flinch- but more surprisingly, he didn't move out of the way, either. Because he trusted Šime. He trusted him enough not to move, and that thought scared him more than any threat of violence ever could, rooting him to the spot even more.

 Šime painstakingly gently sweeps Luka's hair behind his ear, and keeps his hand there. It's warm, solid, and it keeps Luka grounded in the moment. 

 "You are such a liar. What's even worse is that you are lying to yourself. Don't worry though.” He paused, leaning down to whisper directly into Luka's ear, as if telling him a secret. “If I learned anything from you, it's how to get what I want, no matter the circumstances."

 Then suddenly his lips were against Luka's, brushing softly against them, his breath warm on Luka’s mouth. But before Luka could respond, either by kissing him back or pushing him away, Šime pulled away.

 "I'll see you later."

 And with that, he was gone. Leaving Luka to try and wrap his mind around what happened and what the hell he should do about it. 

 The ride to the gallery didn't help Luka clear his head as much as he would have liked. Instead of going through all the possible scenarios this meeting could end up in, he thought about Šime. 

 He parked the car and entered the gallery, still absent minded.

 Šime was as stubborn as Luka and when he made a decision about something he rarely changed it. And if he was being honest, Luka didn't want to change that. He knew he should, but every time he tried to convince himself it was for the best, the memory of their brief kiss resurfaced and pushed all rational thoughts away.

 Luka traced his bottom lip with his fingertips, and then, realizing what he did, quickly let his hand fall back down. Glancing around, he realized he was already at the meeting spot. And Lovre - at least that's who Luka assumed Suba would send - wasn't there yet. That was odd. 

 Looking around, he noticed there were only two other people in the room, one of them probably being a guide. The man, who Luka was pretty certain was a college student, was fiddling with a blue strand in his blond hair, looking at one of the paintings. 

 Luka has been distracted. That was his first mistake. His second was not checking the room immediately. He didn't notice the man near the exit putting a hand in his coat until it was too late. 

 The metal of the gun flashed, and Luka lunged to the side, reacting on reflex. But not fast enough. The shot rang and for a moment he thought he avoided the bullet. His first intake of breath changed his mind, though.

 Pain. Erupting quickly and growing, growing and growing. Luka grit his teeth, shifting his focus on the man with a gun. 

 He moved, ready to fire again, but this time, Luka was faster. He was on the man with a flash, trying to twist the gun out of his hands. 

 He jabbed him in the ribs and managed to twist his hands so the gun was pointed at the ceiling. 

 The man grunted, swearing under his breath, and shoved Luka's injured shoulder hard. Luka bit into his bottom lip until he tasted blood. 

 He let go of the gunman's hands suddenly and, before he had time to process that fact, punched him in the face, almost knocking him down. As he stumbled, Luka took the chance to slap the gun out of his hands, and didn't wait to see where it ended up. He ran toward the nearest door, already feeling lightheaded from the pain. He should have brought a fucking gun. 

 Scanning the room, he found another door that led to the fire escape. Just then, the door behind him burst open. Luka spun around, and there was a blur of movement. He recognised the man with the gun, but before he could react, something fast and heavy flew through the air and hit the man directly in the head with an audible thud before crashing to the ground along with him. Luka stood frozen for a moment, before reminding himself to breathe.

 And then he glanced to the left, where the object came from. There stood the blond haired college student he saw earlier, looking as shocked as Luka was, despite being the one who threw the object.

 Luka glanced back to the other man, and saw he was knocked out cold, and by the large box no less.

 "I think we should get out of here. You are bleeding badly, and God knows how long we’ve got before that guy wakes up," the student said.

 Luka blinked. His mind was running in slow motion, thinking at the pace that the situation obviously required felt like walking through knee deep snow. 

 "Yes, that's probably a good idea. Lead the way."

 "You look really pale though...I'd offer to let you lean on me, but you’d have to promise not to attack me. Oh, and I am Tin."

 Luka shook his head, trying to clear it. All of this looked more like some weird sort of nightmare by minute.

 "Luka. And I can walk, just...let's keep moving. I am not sure if he," Luka gesticulated towards the unconscious man, "is alone."

 Tin nodded, and turned toward the fire escaped, with Luka following close behind him. After they descended down the stairs, Luka became even more aware of the burning pain in his shoulder. As it became harder to ignore, his vision started to blur around the edges and he began to regret not accepting Tin's help.

 If he died because of not admitting he needed help, Šime was going to kill him in the afterlife. Šime...he didn't tell him how he felt. Is he even going to get a second chance?

 That was the last thought Luka had before his legs gave up and collapsed beneath him, and he fell to his knees. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Tin shout something, and a brief moment of guilt passed through him. The poor kid just wanted to do the right thing, and now he’ll have to live with watching someone die.

 And then everything went black.

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[journalxxx]

Rerun

Inspired by @steampunch​‘s breathtaking art

The images on the screen are surprisingly clean and vivid, the sound of laughters and broken branches unexpectedly crisp and sharp. Each reel was packed and sealed very carefully, but Ford wouldn't have guessed they would have aged so well. They've withstood the test of time much better than the both of them, which, he supposes, is the exact purpose of such keepsakes. He doesn't watch them, though. He can barely remember the content of the tapes, but they hold very little interest compared to the fact that Stan's jokes and questions have gradually lessened, that his eyes are now glued to the screen as if the very essence of the universe was pictured on it. His own largely is, probably.

Bless the visual arts. Three nights of detailed tales and heartfelt apologies didn't so much as spark the barest hint of recollection on Stan's part, yet a handful of pictures from a child's scrapbook and few minutes of haphazard recording are proving miraculous. Ford observes his brother's features with trepidation, the deep shadows cast by the projector giving him an even more serious and profound appearance. This is it, he can tell. He hopes.

The reel stops with an abrupt snap. Stan blinks, glancing around himself as if suddenly awoken from a dream. He rubs his hand on his eyes for a moment.

"...Damn. Sorry, can we rewatch the last part? I spaced out a bit." "Of course." Ford stands up and starts fiddling with the projector, rewinding roughly half of the tape. He bides his time with the equipment, and with his questions. He sits back on his chair as two overly energetic kids are about to earn themselves a semi-permanent banishment from the family shop. "Where did you say you found these?" "In my private study. I don't quite know how they ended up down there, but I do remember having them sent here from home. I guess I did move around some stuff at some point..." Stan keeps staring at the screen thoughtfully, slouching slightly to the side of the armchair, his hand holding his right cheek. A frown crosses his features, but only for a moment. "...Right. The second underground floor. I could never get past that fancy lock. But the backdoor to the emergency stairs was a child's play. I can't believe the gnomes never found a way in." There's his answer. Relief washes over him slowly, almost a physical weight settling in his stomach and crawling up his spine. It pervades him so deeply that it feels almost unpleasant. Stan shoots him a small, satisfied smirk, and Ford can only smile in return. "I set up a couple of magic deterrents back in the day. You got in?" "'Course I did. I turned the whole house upside down while I was searching for anything that could help me fix that mess in the basement. I couldn't make sense of anything I found down there though, not even the giant computer. Goddamn codes and passwords everywhere." The precarious Fort Stan on the screen collapses loudly, catching their attention again. An abrupt cut spares them their father's decidedly unimpressed reaction to their filming ambitions, and the setting switches back to the great outdoors. Stan's expression shifts again, to one Ford doesn't quite know how to interpret. "I found these, I think. I checked one, but I didn't... Well, they weren't going to help me with the nerd work. I put them back where I found them." Ford considers the screen for a moment, realizing he himself has no memory of that specific sequence. He remembers asking for the reels, when his mother had decided to toss away some of their old stuff. He remembers the thought of the tapes being destroyed feeling vaguely unpleasant, he remembers packing them adequately for when he would have time to watch them. For later. "...I never watched them either." Silence stretches between them, way more meaningful than all the inane chatter and one-sided conversations of the last few days. Stan sighs deeply, and Ford squeezes his arm gently. "...Are you all right?" "Yeah, yeah." "If you're tired, we can call it a day and-" "No, really, I'm fine. It's just- it's just..." Stan's gaze drops to Ford's hand and he stares at it intently, as if trying to gauge the right word from Ford's knuckles. "...Nuts." "That's putting it mildly." Stan smiles, and falls silent again. He is strangely pensive, strangely quiet and cautious, much unlike his normal boisterous character and even his easy-going and carefree amnesiac self. Of this third, probably temporary iteration of his brother Ford knows nothing, and he has absolutely no idea how to handle it. "Stan... I know I've been nothing but spitefully secretive about everything since I came back. About myself, about my plans, about Bill- and God knows how much damage that caused. But if there's anything you need to know... Anything you want to ask..." "No, not ask... but I do have something to say." He frowns, picking an invisible speck of dust off Ford's sleeve. "And do. Before it slips my mind." That is a loaded introduction if Ford's ever heard one, so he waits. Stan slightly leans forward, then he pauses, a shadow of uncertainty crossing his features, then he leans forward again. He doesn't stop. His lips land on his brother's, his breath tickles his cheeks, and Ford's mind goes completely blank. The first emotion emerging from the void is utter dread. Because Ford cannot possibly fathom what may have spurred such an action, so it must be some sort of mistake, some tragic inconsistency or misplaced attachment in his brother's memory, a positively catastrophic one. He tries to inch back from him, but Stan's arm slips from his grasp to hold him by the side of his head. Ford's mouth opens imperceptibly in surprise, and suddenly he's acutely aware of his brother's thumb tracing his cheekbone, slowly tickling his sideburn, of his palm brushing the shell of his ear, of his fingers tangling in his hair and curving on his nape. Stan's lips caress Ford with a gentleness that he's never experienced before, with his brother or with anyone else, and with a deliberate tranquillity that subdues any objection. It's over before Ford can recover properly. Stan leans back just a bit to look at him, still gripping Ford's head firmly, only slightly flushed and holding his gaze steadily. "I..." Ford gulps. Each word feels like a round of Russian roulette, ready to blow both their brains out. "I think... this is a serious misunderstanding." "You think, uh? Figures, I should have started with the other thing. But that 's been... a long time coming." "What... Stanley, what on earth-" "Shut up and listen, Poindexter. Carefully." The hand on Ford's nape becomes heavier. The grip on the back of his neck suddenly feels way more like a vise, and Stan brings their heads closer again. Their foreheads bump. Hard. Painfully. "You motherfucking bastard." Ford blinks. His doubts on Stan's coherency and sanity have skyrocketed in the last sixty seconds, but he has no opportunity to express them. "To make it quick. I'm not going to rub in your face the ungodly amount of utter bullshit that you spew on mine thirty years ago, but don't think I don't remember. Don't think for a second that I don't remember." He can feel Stan's nails digging slightly in his nape, their glasses tinkling uncomfortably against one another, his brother's steely tone digging in his chest like a knife. "I'm not going to question your right to complain about the state of the house as if it was a deconsacrated temple- my house, as much as it is yours - or to burn my merchandise, or to disparage three decades' worth of work to bring your sorry ass out of Sci-Fi Land. I'm not so stupid that I can't see your point in those matters. A cheap, selfish, haughty point, but a point nonetheless." "I-" "What I do question-" Stan's jaw sets at a sharper angle, a tight grimace twists his features "- is how much of a petty, self-absorbed prick one must be to greet his own brother after thirty whole years with a punch on the face. A punch. On the face. And insults. And a full-fledged eviction notice." "No, listen." Ford's head snaps up, nudging the other to earn himself enough leeway to look at him. "I told you, I'm- believe me, I'm truly sorry about that. I had just come back, the house was-" "I know what you said and for God's sake, shut up. This is nothing, this is childish, obnoxious, irrelevant crap- nothing compared to dragging a couple of kids - my niece and nephew, your niece and nephew- into your personal holy crusade against a psychopathic, mind-controlling monster. They could have died, Ford. They could have gone mad. I may have done a lousy job at protecting them from all this myself, but at least I tried. At least I tried." "...I know. That... I know. You-" "Stanford. Shut. Up." Stan finally loosens his grasp and raises his head to meet Ford's eyes. He doesn't look as furious as Ford was expecting. He doesn't look angry at all, in fact. He looks dejected, tired. Sad. "I know that you know, and that you're sorry. I know what you told me. The problem is, you told me yesterday, and the day before that. You told me when I didn't even know what the hell you were talking about, you gave me your apologies when I didn't even know I deserved any. And that - as sincere as you may have been - is cowardly as fuck. Wonderfully refreshing for your conscience, I bet, but completely meaningless for me, because I couldn't talk back." The logic is flawless. It's his turn not to talk back, so he doesn't. Stan's expression grows softer. "So. We're doing this all over again. We're talking again about all this, so that you can deliver your apologies properly. And... have some of mine as well. And we're talking to the kids too, of course. They deserve it more than the both of us." Ford nods and instictively glances at the clock. Stan follows his gaze and shakes his head. "Not now. God, not now, I barely even know how old I am. And you look ready to stab yourself with an ice pick." Stan is still holding him, but Ford finds that it doesn't feel as if he's about to snap his neck any more, so he can lean back to a reasonable degree. Ford sighs tiredly, scratching his own knee nervously. "Well, you are right. About... basically all of it. I... I know it doesn't mean much like this, but... I really am sorry. For everything." "I know. I heard you the first ten times you said it, but... Hell, don't give me that look, I refuse to console you. You had that coming." Stan pinches the bridge of his nose, his whole face scrunching up. "Don't go moping around like that, you'll worry the kids. I just... needed to get all that out of my system." Ford considers his brother's words for a moment, his thought dwelling on a short but very prominent part of the evening. "...All of that?" "Yeah. All of that." Now that expression, Ford recognises. He's seen that purposefully casual, undisclosing demeanour countless times from countless hardened gamblers on Lottocron Nine. And apparently three nights in a smelly cell and a forceful ejection from the dimension's finest establishment still haven't taught him that not all bluffs should be called out. "...Is there anything else I need to hear?" Stan snorts. "Yeah. You're a stuck-up, insufferable, pushy smartass." "...I see." "A callous, unfeeling, smug cock." "I'm... glad this nasty incident hasn't impaired your vocabulary." "A remorseless, ungrateful, stubborn son of a bitch." "We still have the same mother, you know." "Are you seriously-" The reel snaps loudly as it stops. They both stare at the bright, white screen for a moment. "Dammit. I can't get to see the end of this thing." "Shall I rewind it again?" "Nah, maybe another time. Put on the next one." Stan lays back comfortably on his armchair and his hand finally withdraws from Ford's neck, slipping off his shoulder. Slowly, lightly. Almost like a caress. "And grab more popcorn while you're at it."

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REASONS WHY I LOVE PARK JINYOUNG

So its 01.16 in the morning and i just feel like i have to share several reasons why i love Park Jinyoung of Got7 so much. Its going to be super cringy so be preapre for that.

 1. His Face 

 I just like his facial features so much. Especially his eye wrinkles that shows when he laugh, his dimple that makes his smile as sweet as honey, and his shooting gaze that can makes me forget all of my worries and kind of tell me that everything's gonna be alright. 

 2. His proportional body

He's tall but not that tall, that kind of tall that match perfectly with my height, i guess. And his height is also match with his weight so its really nice to see it. Plus he's got some muscles here and there altough its not really shows.

 3. His shooting voice 

Beside of his shooting look he also has a really shooting voice!! Both when he sing or just speak regularly. His voice is that kind of voice that makes you feel secure and safe when you hear it. It sometime also got a little funny because he has a little accent that javanese called, medok.

 4. His love for his member and family 

From what i've seen until now, i concluded that Jinyoung is a family oriented man. He's really close with his family and all of his members. He shows a lot of affection towards them. In Got7 he even known as the 'mom', because he really take care of them like a mom would take care of her children, and sometime it doesn't even show that he's trying to care, its just always there, its just his instict and reflex. One of the proof is in Got7 Hard Carry when all of the members were eating,-Jinyoung sat at the edge of the table, and he and Youngjae sat side by side- When Jinyoung looked at Youngjae who was still eating with food tweezers, he casually moved the tweezers in youngjae's hand and replaced it with a pair of chopsticks without saying anything. He also the one who poured the drinks into glasses and asked his members to pass it to the person beside them.

 5. His well behaved attitude 

He's just sooo well behaved. He really respects other escpecially woman and elders. When he meet a fellow girl idols sometimes it become awkward because he keep distance between them i dont know if he's just shy or what, like he only greet them formally and not doing much after that. But when he meet the elders it kind of the opposite. He's just soo sweet & polite towards them. He like to ask them how're they doing and help them if they need a hand. 

 6.His love for kids!!

 He just love kids so much and the kids also love him! Because he's just the type of guy that would randomly greet a child if he meet them on street and give them the sweetest look he can give. He's the type of guy who can babysit a child and wouldn't be complaining at all! He's the type of guy who knows how to speak with children what to ask them and knows how to play with them very well. If you want to know how well he is with children you can check The Real Got7 Season 3 and Cultow Talk Show (i think) when they were promoting Home Run. 

 7.His nerdy side! 

I always love this side of him because it really reminds me of myself and i somehow feel that an idol is also a human that not only thinking about singing and dancing and stuff. Soo jinyoung was known as the bookworm in got7 because he has plenty of books in his room and like to read the book in his free time like when he's waiting to perform. The books that he has are not the typical comic books that guy usually like. It is that kind of novel with heavy content that i even can't enjoy it because it could make my head dizzy. He also still going to uni with bus despite of his busy schedule. The nerdy side of him also reflects on how he dress up! He really like to dress with preppy look that you would often found in the uni or the office.

 8.His personality 

His personality also reminds me of myself because he's so calm and quiet when he's with stranger or people he's not comfortable with, or when he was being a guest alone, like he only speak when he is being asked by someone. But when he's with his members or his family he become soo talkative. You can see it in Hard Carry or Real Got7 program. He like to give a lot of ideas about what to do and how to do it. He even be the unofficial MC there. When his with his members or his family he also become soo savage! But in the good way, like he only do it as a joke. The person that feel it the most is Yugyeom HAHA 

 9.His acting

 I personally think that acting is his passion! other than singing & dancing of course. He seems really enjoy doing it. Even though his acting carrier was just started, i believe that he will go big! He will be on your weekly k-dramas favorite and international korean movie. He will be like D.O EXO in the future!!

 10.His detachment 

 When you work in art industries like being a singer or dancer you tend to follow the trend that's going on in it. You tend to try color your hair, get pearcing done, get tattoos done, etc even though sometimes you're not really want it. But Jinyoung is different. He doesn't want to color his hair get pearcing or even tattoos, because for him, doing that would just change the real him. Doing that will make people not see him as the real him. Doing that will change what god has alrealy given him. And I really like that he was thinking that way. Because its just show that he knows what he likes and doesn't like and nobody will going to change that. And Its just show that he's a real man because real man has a big detachment and its not easy at all to have it. 

 So there you have it, 10 reasons to be exact why I love Park Jinyoung of Got7.

Ps. You know what? Because of this i dreamt of him!! I dreamt that i met him after Got7 concert and take a looot of selfies with him! And we were so close to each other, literally. We were just like 0.5 cm apart!!! We also talk a litlle bit and because of taking selfies with me he kind of left behind but he doesn't even say it!!! He was really patient and nice and has a really good smile and so handsome and im so sad that it was just a dream:( OMG i really hope that someday this dream will come true!!!'

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I’m leaving tumblr because it is compromised.

THE SAME FOR MICROSOFT. Today’s date April6th2018.

Link for the worldwide web scoria: https://chaosjoker.wixsite.com/burn

Another yahoo “error” for the record (their old password-stealing method got obsolete): http://www.player.one/tumblr-making-some-users-change-passwords-why-old-email-account-hack-forces-users-533635

The Sem Cam Files: https://ello.co/the-lead-vocal/post/e–xruzqztrqzirfgi6_gg

The Cyberthing Files:

https://ello.co/the-lead-vocal/post/3m-mxuwkryrnehjt1kl0sg

https://www.facebook.com/theleadvocal/posts/1996631590588116:0

Keep an eye on Cyberthing!

- It is imperative that you protect the victims of the shooting! They are cyberthing’s targets!! But still keep an eye on NK and cyberthing.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-latest-break-in-reported-at-las-vegas-shooters-home/ar-AAtgOT3 A Las Vegas security guard who was shot in the head while helping concert-goers

flee the recent mass shooting will be laid to rest on Thursday.

Broadway says they don’t have any suspects or descriptions of possible suspects.

He told The Associated Press, “Nobody really saw anything, just a light was on

with nobody in the residence.”

Broadway says the officers discovered “someone had broken into the house” and

immediately contacted the FBI. He says it’s not clear how the person or persons

gained entry or whether anything was taken.

Time ruptures? The daughter of a woman injured during the Las Vegas shooting says she’s confused

about why police have changed the timeline involving the deadliest mass shooting

in modern U.S. history.-

13:57

Yo se que Costa Rica no tiene ejercito, pero quien dice que no tenemos inteligencia espacial y algunos planos importantes. Yo solo cumplo mi deber poniendo en alerta al pais. Yo detecte aeronaves e intromisiones en las redes. Estoy seguro. Fuera de vara sabe que al chile. Por aqui tenemos a mas de alguno que sabe bien de donde vienen esas esferas. Algunas perfectas. Que seran? Alguna clase de -? Luego vemos eso.

14:01

Surveys: Rate a good app a good rating, and they will smoothly make it dumber. All they want is to make sure we all don’t

progress.

15: 51

Now that we’re able to surf again, I see that the war for information files are no longer a secret

You broke the rules. Sorry guys I was not able to access for over – .

I was by myself. We were running out of time. When I was finally able to connect it was already too late. The war for the information has started. Maybe they had their part to do here. Of course they didn’t get anything from us either. And the most important part of the information they stole about the USSK is

secure. I won’t say it was a bate, but they have their systems. Mine are very advanced for this time.

We know that. When they understand what your mission is, this world will cover you. They will protect you, Federico.

Did you have time to prevent the ww3 on the dimension -?-

Yes. But the information is useless to us now here. We saw it happen there, some of the things we saw could happen here too.

That’s a good point. What do you have?

15:29

Cyberthing wasn’t there either, but all of what you have here already happened, except, something that calls my attention. The time space fluctuations there are even more abnormal than here, that universe was somehow older.

That’s impossible.

It is not like it may sound to you at the beggining Federico, the matter had a different density somehow.

You mean there are universes with less density than this, our yours?

We think it could be some kind of degradation phenomena.

You know the other day I was thinking about hell and heaven, do you think they exist? I mean, materialy?

Man lets save that conversation for another moment, we have some issues here.

How do we prevent any other cataclysm here? They seem to be able to hack many things. They could even see me trying ..-

You know the rules. Only this IP, this Mac, this…

yeah yeah I know this processor, this everything I got the point.

Why did you move? We told you to wait until we come back. I was worried you got lost in time or whatever. Unable to come back on time. That you’ve found the Cyberthing setting you a trap or something. That thing isn’t kidding. We are still here just because the universe is too

big…

And thanks to the good entity. You worry too much. Yes, a war for information starts, that is one key on the timespace travel, how did you get it again?

I simply you know gathered factors with my - -. Mine are very advanced for this time. I don’t wanna include more about my real

labs. That’s what I am telling you. They were here for hours trying to break into my info, but we know they just can’t because of what we already know.

Hum, you just did some brainwork and that’s it?

Lets say I didn’t break any law in the process.

That is probably why you are at this. You’re qualified.

Ok thanks. Now tell me what’s gonna happen.

Lets say they’re just trying to meet each other.

Anything to worry about? Like that we need to know?

The world will finally come to have the same knowledge in all areas. A process when humanity starts thinking as one has come. It is going to happen at exponential speed. You, as world, need to care about dealing the peace, as the first thing to consider. If you lose that north, the rest of your team should stop you and you should eventually resign.

Informing people, making awareness. Not race, not color. And you need to fight the conspiracy. The cospiracy is not one country, one man, or two. They are spread around the world and they have powers. Powers that you can only break by being aware and opening your eyes. Paying attention to this information. Not color not country no person not man, the conspiracy infiltrates into any structure, political, social, family. All the levels. You need to keep an eye on everything you know is wrong.

May I sugest legalizing the weed?

If you know they are unfair, prosecuting, things that are obvious, stupid things, and sometimes you even need to ignore, keep in mind that’s the conspiracy. Some of them are direct part of them. Some of them are just educated to be like that. Some of them feel so comfortable that they almost don’t even notice. But somehow

they know some influence that seems to be hard to control. You were right when you said Self destructive instict turn off They are using an instrument that amplifies the agressivity of humans. You know what it is and we know what it is and that is one of the first things we

need to have a diplomatic approach, and we don’t say because it is too shocking. But a considerable number of worldwide leaders know so. We will send the psychic at your convenience if you want to know how many of them are exactly aware of the instrument, that we both know but we don’t mouth.

Maybe later.

Good Observation. The world is sensitive in this moment with the information

that’s been obtained by Korea (North) in cyber security matters recently. And some of the other cyber attacks. Cyberthing is not behind those cyber attacks.

I am gonna try to see if I am able to post this hold on. 15:40.

Facebook log in issue again… screenshot taken at 15:45

17:15

Cyberthing is … We were thinking that cyberthing was out of this dimension,

https://www.msn.com/es-xl/noticias/tecnologia/as%c3%ad-es-como-pueden-robar-informaci%c3%b3n-privada-de-whatsapp/ar-AAthcLj?li=AAgh0dF&ocid=mailsignout

Oh no seems the possibilities that cyberthing is around are increasing https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-latest-break-in-reported-at-las-vegas-shooters-home/ar-AAtgOT3

https://laopinion.com/2017/10/10/de-verdad-isis-no-esta-detras-de-la-masacre-en-las-vegas/

but we are not sure that the version of reality we just were that break in happened. I see there are small time differences on the network failures you experienced, compared to the ones we have registered from the other dimension. This is another dimension. Something has changed. You saw previous versions of us. No one got your or our important information and we are a 100%. The only explanation for that is that someone already prevented our presence here, using time travel.

Those anomalies and some differences in such a short time could mean the presence of the same cyberthing. More, cyberthing and you were directly fighting. Cyberthing is after you. You put his operation in danger. He’s setting you up. This world seems to be more valuable than we thought. The possibilites are closing gates. It is highly possible that Cyberthing is back and watching us.

All the things that are happening smoothly and normaly seem to hide secret operations of the cyberthing. If we leave he will know. You need us now. At the other dimension the chain of events was broken and going fine, here it seems to be still under presure, by an unatural presence pushing it, This is the battle of battles, when we left, the chain of events changed again and cyberthing reapeared.

So what happened into Stephen Paddocks house today?

That didn’t happen either. (didn’t happen in the other dimension)

Are you sure.

Yes sir. (reafirms that that didn’t happen in the other dimension)

More. NK seems to have some kind of indirect “power” or “will” over your connections when you try to log in. We know that the application is not letting you because they don’t know what side are you. We know that your local ISP is aware of some things. But the way these events happened, seems to be masterminded the NK.

Can we get something about them? You were already on them. There’s nothing else. Unless…

Is cyberthing is behind this again, then why the war for the information was successfully prevented on the other dimension and not here?

Because we left. And that let cyberthing to come back. As we suspected as the beggining. He has not left. But he left. Everytime we appear he will go to somewhere in the future, until we can catch him or he wins. This world is the epicentric of the most important battle of all times. I am sorry for your planet boy. It is doomed.

Even if we defeat cyberthing somehow, it will cost you a considerable, I correct myself, a terrible ammount of victims. And if we don’t eventually fight, he will end up destroying everything.

So why is he playing strategic? We all know how to destroy this planet. Because this world is a time key.

Time key event.

Yes. And this one seems to be the most important after destroying my world, and

I know

And that means that your world is the next target. Its, or His first priority. Damn it and you are saying that I can’t even use other resources to post other than this station?

Federico, it’s time to break the rules we gave you. You will need to use every resource you have on stopping cyberthing. We will be with you. At the same time, we need an ambassador to your world, you are the one. Will be, if necesary. The threat is big, and if cyberthing is playing strategy, then that means that we need to as well.

18:01

- It is imperative that you protect the victims of the shooting! They are cyberthing’s targets!!

A Las Vegas security guard who was shot in the head while helping concert-goers

flee the recent mass shooting will be laid to rest on Thursday.

Broadway says they don’t have any suspects or descriptions of possible suspects.

He told The Associated Press, “Nobody really saw anything, just a light was on

with nobody in the residence.”

Broadway says the officers discovered “someone had broken into the house” and

immediately contacted the FBI. He says it’s not clear how the person or persons

gained entry or whether anything was taken.

Time ruptures? The daughter of a woman injured during the Las Vegas shooting says she’s confused

about why police have changed the timeline involving the deadliest mass shooting

in modern U.S. history.-

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/the-latest-break-in-reported-at-las-vegas-shooters-home/ar-AAtgOT3

The world is under attack. I repeat the world is under attack. United States is a potential target. I can’t log in on FB. Guys the worse hasn’t come. Declare national emergency. War has started. We know Cyberthing is after this but it is too late. Prepare to fight. 18:14

We have good people in every country and I don’t judge any country for one man or its government. I care about the people and always try to stop the fight. But cyberthing is dangerous as nothing we’ve seen before. It will do whatever to destroy us. I’m not saying to anyone to start the war. But be prepared. The threat is gigantic. We could be facing extintion together as a race.

18:17

We had a purpose of doing and saying things. To make sure of other things. Like cyberthing’s here for example. I can’t confirm right now if cyberthing was at the break in of the SP’S house, but with my own resources and some help we know that cyberthing is changing things. Is here. I volunteer to help as much as I can. Together we are stronger. You need to protect all the victims of the shooting. We don’t know which of them are the main targets.

I am not against United States and I am not against SK or NK. I just care about this cyberbeing. If Cyberthing has something to do with NK, it is extremely dangerous. But anyway, Cyberthing is the biggest threat. If you see cyberthing you must use all what you have. It is not an stupid automatic shit. It is advanced. Fast. Deadly. Mercyless. We need to stop him.

Ok reviewed and approved 18:50                                                                        

Ok reviewed and approved 18:56

Ok reviewed and approved 19:13