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[rightnewshindi]

पाकिस्तान में रंगरलियों का भंडाफोड़; कसूर की रेव पार्टी पर पुलिस छापा, 55 हिरासत में

Pakistan News: पाकिस्तान के कसूर में एक फार्महाउस में तेज म्यूजिक और डांस के साथ रेव पार्टी चल रही थी। शराब और ड्रग्स का नशा चारों तरफ छाया हुआ था, हर कोई मस्ती में डूबा था। अचानक पुलिस ने छापा मारा ��र पार्टी में खलबली मच गई। लोग इधर-उधर भागने लगे, लेकिन पुलिस ने सबको पकड़ लिया। 55 युवाओं को हिरासत में लिया गया, जिसमें 30 लड़के और 25 लड़कियां शामिल हैं। यह छापेमारी मुस्तफाबाद इलाके में हुई, जहां…

[chaotpayaso]

I need a fanfiction where Sho enters Salt middle school in an attempt to integrate and to be with Ritsu because yeah I'm pretty sure being in a laboratory and surrounded by terrorists is not the best environment for a kid but he is getting bad grades due to the lack of concentration bcs he's not used to school, Ritsu is there to try to help and classmates tell him he shouldn't hang out with him bcs accidentally Sho got a bad reputation of being a troublemaker (he is not, he doesn't start troubles he just answers) and that would affect Ritsu's reputation as well but Ritsu defends him every time.

Sho acts like the recurring comments about him are not affecting him but they surely are and Ritsu notices it

i have a really cool idea with plots and subplots and everything in my mind but i have a horrid english vocabulary and know like 3 words that i need someone to read my mind and turn it into text

[chargetrick]

invisibility has gotta be like the only possible explanation for how the investigation team never noticed a guy with bright #FF0000 hair following them

[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part twenty-one

I can't wait for these two to kiss because jesus christ!!! I don't think I've ever written this slow of a burn it's killing me

Warnings: our usual angst, Hotch being dumb but also reader being just a little overdramatic (but who's to say!), i promise these two are going to get over themselves soon

You return to Hotch’s office with snacks and coffee in tow, bringing the entire pot with you for convenience. You see he has grabbed your mugs from the conference room and you smile.

“Our provisions,” you joke, arranging everything on the smaller table by the couch. “Our eyes are going to be bleeding before we’re even halfway.”

Hotch lets out a chuckle as he hands you your mug. “I hope not.”

Your fingers brush again and you try your best to ignore the softness. You notice then that he has done some slight rearranging so the two of you will be sitting on the same side of his desk to look at the files. Probably something to do with the space, and so neither of you will have to deal with reading anything upside down, but still, it…does something to you.

Something you do not want to face right now, so you promptly squash it and move on. 

You clear your throat. “Should we start?”

He nods, a jerking movement like you jolted him from a daze. “Yes, we can go chronologically, I guess. I managed to secure some files from the first few times he was arrested for unrelated crimes.”

“Got it.” You settle down into the chair on the left, and Hotch takes the one to your right.

You realize too late that he’s left-handed, which means he is continually brushing against you as he uses his dominant hand to point to certain words and move other files around.

It’s fine, truly. Honestly. You don’t know what’s coming over you now. Why it never has before — but hasn’t it? Your mind flashes the memory of you crawling into Aaron’s lap to steer during the car chase, the way you felt him underneath you and the thrill it sent up your spine. You can try to blame that on the adrenaline of the situation all you want, but you know it’s a lie. You know it isn’t the only thing to blame.

You shake your head to shake yourself out of it, focusing in on the files. There is nothing unusual about the first arrests, some were even before you were born. Nothing out of the ordinary, so you and Hotch decide to set them aside on the couch.

Next are the arrests after you were born, beginning with some domestic dispute calls. You can feel Hotch’s eyes on you as the two of you go over them, but these were when you were a baby. You, thankfully, don’t remember these nights.

You make the decision to move on from them, confident that there aren’t any clues there. Not for anything you don’t already know.

The most damning, and the things you want to focus on, are the arrests and interrogations that occur after some of the first murders. Although the arrests were for unrelated incidents — domestic dispute, DUI — your father was still questioned as the city was on high alert. The DUI arrest in particular happened in Atlanta. Your father claimed to be on a bachelor party trip with some friends. The police bought the story. They believed the man they were looking for to be a local, not someone on a weekend trip. They let your father go with a warning.

“They didn’t even suspend his license?” you scoff. 

“His BAC was still under the legal limit,” Hotch notes.

“Yet they brought him in on DUI arrest,” you shake your head. “They absolutely amended that number when they decided to let him go. Charming bastard.”

“He does seem to talk himself out of all of these,” Hotch mutters.

“He could talk himself into and out of anything he wanted,” you reply, still glaring down at the reports. “My mom told me once that it was what made her fall in love with him. And what made her realize that one day he was either going to kill her or himself.”

Hotch’s head slowly turns toward you, but you don’t meet his gaze. You can’t. You keep saying things to him that you shouldn’t, things that feel like you’re breaking your chest open and almost daring him to do something about it.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You shrug.

“Let’s take a break for a moment.”

“Hotch,” you huff, finally turning to look at him. You gesture to the desk before you both. “Does it look like we have time for a break?”

“No,” he deadpans. “But five minutes won’t hurt. Because there is something I need to discuss with you, about Rossi.”

You sit back in your chair, cradling your mug in your hands. “Okay, what about him?”

“He told me he’s not skipping his guest lecture this year.”

“Why would he skip it?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing. Rossi mentioned it to you on the drive to the this morning BAU, so this isn’t new information for you. “It’s just for the weekend.”

“I know,” Hotch says, eyeing you warily. “Would you like to stay somewhere else while he’s gone?”

“Honestly?” you chuckle. “I kinda want to stay at his place.”

“Are you alright staying there alone?” Hotch prompts. “I know he has great security and all, but…”

“But it’s a big place,” you admit, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. Hotch tries not to stare at your mouth. “And it would feel safer knowing someone else is home just in case,” you sigh. “Maybe I can ask one of the girls, or…” You pause, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. He sees you hesitate, but only for a moment. “What are you doing this weekend?”

Hotch blinks. Once, twice. “Me?”

“Yeah,” you almost laugh. “Come on, don’t tell me you actually have plans.”

“What if I did?”

“Do you?” 

“That’s not the point.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling at him. You’re smiling. At him. “Just come stay at Rossi’s for the weekend. It’ll be a good bonding exercise for us to…you know, learn to not kill one another.”

“We still could.”

“Yeah, we might,” you shrug, smirking dangerously at him. “Willing to risk it?”

Absolutely. He’ll risk anything for you, and maybe that isn’t a good thing, but he doesn’t care. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” you nod. “Besides, I’m 99% sure everyone has weekend plans, and I don’t want them to keep canceling things just to deal with this unsub right now.”

Hotch frowns. No matter how many times everyone reassures you that they want to help you and that taking on this case is not bothersome, you still think it is. You still think you’re a burden.

Hotch didn’t have plans this weekend, nothing besides working overtime to continue investigating any leads, but even if he did have plans, he’d cancel them for you. Every time.

“Then I’ll be there,” he says.

“Good,” you smile. “Oh, I’ll have to ride with you, if I’m still not driving my car. Unless I can go back to driving it.”

Hotch mulls it over. “We’ll see where things are at in a few days.” It’s only Tuesday. A lot could change between now and Friday.

You roll your eyes at him, but for once, it seems entirely lighthearted. “I knew you’d say that.”

+++

You need to be psychologically evaluated. Or something.

The reality of what you asked Hotch — and the fact that he agreed — hits you barely an hour later, and suddenly you’re excusing yourself to go see if Garcia has heard anything back yet about the note left in your door.

You plan to ask her about the note, yes, but also to ask her what the hell is going on with you, but then it hits you that you can’t ask her that because you absolutely, under no circumstances, cannot tell anyone about this. You don’t even want Rossi to know because you know he won’t let either of you live this down, but it’s his house, and you’d be surprised if Rossi didn’t tell Aaron he should offer to stay with you. Except you, like a fool, invited him yourself.

You pause outside Penelope’s office, composing yourself. You have to act normal. You can’t freak out about this right now. And what are you freaking out for, anyway? You and Hotch are both adults, capable of being civil under the same roof for a weekend. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re attracted to him because that would be insane — and frankly, masochistic with how much he pisses you off. All the time.

Except today. Kind of.

God, you need to get a grip.

As you raise your hand to knock, Penelope’s door opens, and you both scream.

“What are you doing?” she shrieks.

“I was coming to ask about the note!”

She takes a deep breath. “You are psychic, my friend. I was just coming to tell everyone the news. Come on.”

She links her arm with yours as you walk back down the hall toward the bullpen. You catch her eyeing you through your peripheral.

“You’re jumpy,” Pen notes. “Everything okay?”

“Yep,” you say, definitely too fast. “Hotch and I have just been going over all the files he asked around for.”

Pen is silent for a moment. “Just you two?”

“Yes…” you turn your head to look at her. “Why?”

“Nothing,” she says, definitely too fast.

Neither of you say anything after that, walking the rest of the way to the conference room in silence. You pause outside Hotch’s office to clue him in, and he stands without hesitating.

The results from the lab are underwhelming.

“Nothing?” Morgan repeats.

“Nada,” Garcia nods. “I sent it to your tablets, so you should have it, but they found nothing. Zilch. Not even a whisper of a fingerprint is on that note.”

“So, he’s very careful,” Prentiss muses.

“And intentional,” you add. “This has to be part of his game. Whatever the game is.”

“Actually,” Reid starts, “I think it might have something to do with his identity — the game, I mean. Think about it: you don’t know who he is, we can’t find any leads, every time we get something like this note, we conveniently don’t have any fingerprints or— or even oils from the skin where he’d brush against it as he wrote on it— he thinks of everything.”

“Richard taunted you about not knowing him,” Hotch says from the doorway, quietly. Almost like he didn’t want to offer up that information.

“Kind of,” you agree, but not without casting a sideways glance at your boss. You already told the team about Richard saying you know who’s doing this, just that you don’t want to admit it to yourself.

Next to you, Pen squeezes your arm gently. “What did he say exactly?”

“It was just what I already told you guys,” you shrug. “He thinks I know who it is, and when I told him my dad is dead, he said he knew that. That he was sorry for both losses, so he somehow found out about my mom’s death, too — I don’t know how.”

“Are you sure there isn’t a family friend or…distant relative that could be doing this, for whatever twisted reason?” Rossi prompts.

You shake your head. “None that I can remember.”

You hear Hotch shifting behind you, straightening up in the doorway. You crane your neck to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

He doesn’t look at you, though. He looks at Rossi.

“Dave, can I speak to you for a moment?”

Rossi, of course, nods and goes to stand, unfazed by Hotch’s request.

You’re not the same. Annoyance begins to simmer just below the surface, like it always has. “You can ask me whatever you’re about to ask him.”

Rossi pauses, glancing between you and Hotch. You can practically feel the entire room holding their breaths, waiting for the inevitable sparring match to begin.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you and Hotch are locked into your usual glares, less angry than before, but it’s like embers with you two. One spark, one coax and the flames will return.

“I need to speak to Dave about this, alone,” Hotch says, his tone leaving no room for arguing.

Against your better judgement, you still try. “No, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Do you remember who kidnapped you?”

You struggle to answer. It’s not a matter of remembering because you never saw the man’s face at all. “No, I—”

“Then I need to speak to Dave about it, alone,” Hotch repeats, gesturing for Rossi to follow him to his office.

You can do nothing except watch them go. The round table room is left in silence after they leave. The sound of Hotch’s office door closing quietly with a click echoes in your ears as if it was slammed. 

“Okay, um,” you pause, trying to redirect. “I guess, what have you guys found in the letters, if anything?”

You try to listen to the team as they — mostly Reid — explain what they’ve deduced so far, which isn’t much. More personality clues rather than any tangible lead.

“And, uh…” Reid offers you a small, sad smile. “For what it’s worth, from what I can tell in the letters, he um— Your dad did really care about you.”

You nod slowly, somehow not expecting that to be a conclusion that Reid came to. But you’re weirdly grateful that he did, nonetheless. “Thank you,” you whisper.

You turn around to look at Hotch’s office, but the door is still shut and the blinds are drawn now, too. You sigh.

“Well, looks like I’ve been banished for the time being,” you turn to look at Pen. “Wanna show me how to hack something? Completely legally, of course.”

She grins, wide and mischievous. “Let’s go.”

+++

Inside Hotch’s office, the two men face each other in a standoff, equally as annoyed with one another.

“Yes, of course it crossed my mind, I’m not that dense,” Rossi all but snaps at Hotch. “But I could never convince myself that it seemed plausible enough.”

“You could’ve mentioned it,” Hotch fumes, one hand propped on his hip while the other rubs tiredly at his forehead.

“We had other leads that we had to follow.”

“Yeah, which are dead ends now.”

It’s not often that the two old friends argue. They bicker, they poke one another’s buttons, but it’s rare for it to go beyond that. So rare that it blows over quickly, like it does now.

“I told you the facts, and you’ve read them,” Rossi says calmly, gesturing to Hotch’s desk. “She never saw his face, he never did anything to her, and we never found him because he never became a problem again to give us anything to find him with. We had to move on. We had to let them move on.”

Rossi glances toward the window and Hotch knows who he means. You and your mom. They had to stop investigating and stop questioning and stop, for lack of a better phrase, beating a dead horse. So that you and your mom could move on, could start a new life.

“Okay,” Hotch exhales. “So, what if it’s the same person?”

“Then he’s twenty years older, like the rest of us.”

“Where does that put him?”

“I have no idea,” Rossi shakes his head. “She would barely tell us anything about him.”

“What?”

“She kept telling us that there was nothing to tell,” Rossi says. “She didn’t see his face, but she heard his voice. He didn’t harm her. Like Lila, she didn’t talk badly about him.”

Hotch remembers Lila right after she was returned. How calm she seemed. As if nothing had happened, really. How she refused to speak to a sketch artist.

“Are you sure she never saw his face?”

Rossi shrugs. “That’s what she told us, repeatedly. We had no reason to think otherwise. Why? What are you thinking?”

“Lila did see his face but refused to speak to a sketch artist,” Hotch pauses. “I don’t know.” 

What if you did see your kidnapper’s face, but were told to say that you didn’t? What if you willingly kept it to yourself because he didn’t harm you and let you go willingly? What if you’ve blocked it out — you were only fourteen — and convinced yourself that you never saw his face because for twenty years you’ve believed that you didn’t?

“No, I know,” Rossi nods slowly, the gears turning in his head. “But we can’t confront her about this, not head on.”

Hotch makes a bitter sound, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “I know. She’s not happy with me again.”

Rossi gives him a look. “Your timing wasn’t exactly impeccable.”

Hotch returns the look. “Just…maybe try to ask her about it?”

“Right,” Rossi says. “I’ll see what I can get her to remember.”

“Thank you,” Hotch sighs. “If she’s uh, not too angry with me then, will you send her back in here so we can finish looking through these?”

Rossi almost laughs. “Oh, you won’t be seeing her again today.”

“What? Why?”

“I think I heard her and Garcia walk by a few minutes ago, and besides, I am not the messenger,” Rossi holds his hands up in surrender. “Go find her yourself.”

Hotch is not going to bother you. He knows better.

[aleskie]

CHRISTMAS CRAFTING (ft. Max Verstappen)

SUMMARY: You and Max make your own Christmas ornaments. Fun times ensue!

The Xmas Album Masterlist

Warnings: None :)) Just some christmas fluff!!

“Pass me the glue, please,” Max says, his eyes laser-focused on the red bulb in his hands, inspecting it for any imperfections. “And the sequins too.”

You smile and hand him the materials, watching with admiration as he carefully glues on sequins, each one placed with precision.

You’d suggested making a few ornaments for Christmas this year, thinking it would be a cute couple’s activity while Max was in his off-season. He’d agreed, albeit reluctantly. But in true overachiever fashion, he quickly got hooked, and now you’re surrounded by seven—no, maybe eight—Christmas tree ornaments, each one a tiny masterpiece, covered in glitter and bright colors. They were all crafted by you and your boyfriend. But mostly by him.

“I didn’t expect you to get so into this,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, abandoning your own ornament for the moment to watch him work. You can't help but smile at how absorbed he is, so focused and meticulous with every little detail.

“Neither did I,” he says, carefully adding a final touch of gold glitter to the ornament in his hands. His brow furrows in concentration as he watches the glitter settle, making sure every corner is covered. “But it’s fun.”

He inspects his work one last time, turning the ornament this way and that, as if searching for some small flaw. After a moment, he nods to himself, satisfied with the result, and gently places it down next to the others.

“And it makes you happy,” he adds, looking up at you with a small, playful smile. “So we’re both happy.”

You feel your heart warm at his words. There’s something undeniably sweet about how he’s embraced this whole thing, even if it wasn’t exactly his idea. The room feels cozier now, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the tiny, imperfect ornaments scattered around you, each one a symbol of this unexpected little tradition you’ve started.

You inch closer from where you're sitting on the floor, moving toward the crafts scattered near the Christmas tree, and take a moment to really appreciate what you've both created. Some of the ornaments are beautifully done—the pink and white one you made, covered in hearts, and the one Max crafted that resembles the Red Bull livery are definite standouts. 

But then there are others that could only be described as, well, creative nightmare fuel. Case in point: the glittery Grinch-themed ornament Max made, complete with the Grinch’s face while wearing a Santa suit. You can’t help but laugh when you see it, but your favorites are undoubtedly the ones you both worked on together—those themed after your three children, Jimmy, Sassy, and your newest baby: Donatello.

“I think you have a real future in handicrafts, Maxie,” you tease, grinning.

He chuckles, wiping a bit of glitter off his hands. “Maybe I do. I’ll quit my job, and we can start our own ornament business. What do you think?”

“Let’s save that for when you retire,” you smirk.

You both laugh, but as his eyes meet yours, there's a soft, genuine look in them that makes your heart skip a beat. The moment feels like it’s been suspended in time—simple, calm, and entirely just for the two of you.

“I’m glad we did this,” he says, taking your hand in his and gently intertwining your fingers. “I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too,” you say, your heart tugging at his words, the sincerity in his voice making you feel even closer.

“No, but…” He pauses, considering his words carefully. “We don’t get to do stuff like this much over the season. I’m always training, or working, or doing sponsorships. We don’t get enough time.”

“We do a lot of fun things over the season,” you say gently, reassuring him. “We go boating, play on the beach…” You lift your hand, cupping his face, feeling the slight stubble on your palm. “I’m happy with grocery shopping with you and taking the cats to the vet and even just staying at home washing dishes or cleaning up.”

His lips twitch into a smile, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The quiet feels comfortable, like a space carved out just for the two of you.

You ruffle his hair affectionately as you rise to your feet, stretching slightly before picking up one of the ornaments. You glance at him, a playful spark in your eyes. “Why don’t we start hanging these up?”

Max grins, stretching as well before getting to his feet. “Yeah, let’s make our tree look more…unique.” He picks up a couple of ornaments, holding them up with a certain seriousness, inspecting them like they’re priceless treasures as he ponders where the best place to showcase them is.

As you start placing the first few on the tree, you can’t help but admire how your mismatched collection of creations is starting to come together. The ornaments, with their odd shapes and bright colors, make the tree feel uniquely yours, like it’s an extension of your relationship—full of little quirks and inside jokes.

Max hovers beside you, carefully hanging his Grinch ornament on a low branch. “I think this is the best one,” he says with a smirk, stepping back to admire it.

You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s definitely…something,” you tease, but you can’t help but appreciate the effort he’s put into every piece, no matter how absurd some of them might look.

As the tree begins to fill with your handmade creations, you both step back to admire the results. There’s something so satisfying about it, like you’ve turned your shared time and effort into something tangible, a physical manifestation of your love.

“We should do this again next year,” he says, pulling you gently next to him as you both admire the collection on the tree.

You smile up at him. “And the year after that too?”

He grins, his arms slipping around you. “We’ll do it until all our ornaments are custom-made by us,” he says with a teasing smirk, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You laugh, your heart warm. “That sounds perfect.”

Max looks at you then, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper. His eyes linger for a moment longer than usual, and the air between you both seems to shift.

“With you, everything is,” he says quietly, his voice low, almost as if he’s speaking to himself, the words wrapped in sincerity and affection.

You lean into him, the world outside fading away, leaving only the soft glow of the Christmas lights twinkling around the ornaments you made, casting a warm light that seems to make them glow with life.

[httpzsho]

⌗1 DREAM, DREAM OF ME ( 니키 )

PAIRINGS ⤷ non-idol!riki x reader ( reader's is choi myeo-ri)

GENRE ⤷ fluff, angst

WARNING ⤷ light bullying, one kiss

SYNOPSIS ⤷ growing up in a small town in okayama, you struggled with gaining friends. you convinced yourself that being alone was the best option you could've stuck to. until a blonde-haired boy comes into your life.

SHO'S NOTE ⤷ I'm finally back... after... months.. sorry I left you guys starving (╥﹏╥)

( read below the cut )

THE RAIN POURS LIGHTLY on your bedroom window, the soft tap tap tap of raindrops was the only thing that could be heard admist the quiet ambience of your room. a warm glass of hot chocolate propped on your beside table, light steam floating above it.

you finished the hot chocolate and went downstairs. your mom and dad snuggled up in the couch, watching a show. “mom? dad?” they turn their heads to the side, seeing your small figure, barely managing to peak above the couch's arm rest. “yes honey?” you pointed at the glass wall near the living room, showing the cloudy outside garden. “can I play in the rain? it's not too heavy!” they giggle at your request, and gave you a gentle nod. “wear your raincoat, okay?” with an eager nod, you grabbed your pink coat and stepped outside.

small puddles and muddy grass was all around the garden. you stomped through them all, dirty rain water splashing on your boots and coat. but you didn't care. it was your definition of happiness. suddenly, a boy taps your shoulder. he has a dark blonde hair and a small mole on his chin. “..hi, can I play with you?” his voice is light, like a feather. you nodded. “I'm myeori, choi myeori! what about you?” he swallows a lump in his throat, holds out his hand and replies, “I'm riki.. nishimura riki.”

you and riki were inseperable since then. he would come over from time to time, or you would. his big sister— konon, was pretty and nice too. he liked, no, loves dance. he'd show you all the michael jackson dvds he had saved, and dance to them in front of you. you'd say he was silly, goofy even. but you'd never admit to him that you found him cool. his dancing skills was definitely not just for a normal kid.

he had always been telling you about his fantasies, being an idol like mj, performing in a big stage, having lots of supportive fans, you name it. sometimes he gets discouraged, knowing a dream like that is far too hard to get. but you saw his determination, the flame that lit in his eyes. the passion. one day you knew he'd be there, and you'd be the one clapping the loudest.

your years of elementary with him was a blast. you were an average student, great grades, almost-perfect attendance, and he was just there. he was too set on being an idol that he didn't even care about his grades. he'd still ask you for help though.

he was fun to be with, he is your bestfriend. the best of them all, actually. riki had always put up the 'mischievous boy' act in your neighborhood. he'd throw pebbles at your window at night, sneak in your house randomly, give you flowers he'd plucked out from the mean guy's house, but you never saw him as annoying. if anything, his small 'bad' actions were what made you like this boy more.

one time in sixth grade, a guy from your class asked you to do his homework. you politely refused. though he took it personally. after class he had followed you, he threw you against the lockers in the empty hallway. resulting in your head getting a scar. riki asked about it, which you tirelessly tried to make him forget it, but he's more persistent than you. the next day you found that same guy with a bloody nose and riki with bruised knuckles. riki got suspended for a few days for that, while the other got detention when riki reported what happened. he wasn't upset though. he simply smiled at you as you treated his knuckles.

“you got hurt because of me..” you murmured. feeling an ounce of guilt in your heart. he saw your pouty expression and chuckled. he stopped your hand that was treating his for a moment. “well..” his voice was low, he let out a light laugh. “..I'll gladly take all the pain if it means protecting you.” your eyes widened a little. you hoped he didn't notice the flush of pink hue in your cheeks. you realised two things that night.

one. nishimura riki is a stubborn kid.

two. you're inlove with that stubborn kid.

ever since that day, you've noticed riki has gotten a lot more.. clingier. he'd stuck with you more often than before, keeping you company whenever he'd spot you by yourself. never letting you on your own.

on a random tuesday night, he'd busted through your window. “yeori, ri! riri!” you turned to your window to see the dark haired boy standing outside your window. you scoffed, opening it. “what's got you up at this ti—” he cut you off, a hand on your shoulder. “I'm auditioning for a group!” your eyes went wild, covering your mouth. “oh my gosh, really?!” he nodded. you wasted no time in hugging him, he did the same. his hands crawling up to your back as you two jumped around in your room. “I hope you get in, riki! 'm so happy for you!” he gave you a big smile. one of the biggest ones you've seen on him.

from then on you started praying, hoping, for your bestfriend to be accepted. it'd be his dream come true!

right?

february 6, 2020

riki 🤓: hey, myeo-ri?

weird. he's never called you by your full name before.

riri 😹: yeah? what's up?

riki 🤓: meet me at the park in five. it's important.

riri 😹: sure? see you.

to say you were nervous is an understatement. riki had never chatted you so seriously like this before. did something happen? whatever it was, you couldn't wait anymore. you grabbed a hoodie, slung it over your body and left immediately.

the walk to the park was quiet, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest. loud, anticipating what could it possibly be.

then there he was, sitting on a bench under a big tree. you walked towards him and sat beside him. a small gap between your bodies. “so.. what is it?” you turned to him, his head leaning down. “myeo-ri,” he paused for a moment. you could've sworn he let out a shaky exhale. “..I'm leaving japan. tomorrow.” you felt like there was suddenly something stuck down your throat, you couldn't speak, your chest tightened, your breathing staggered. “I.. got accepted on my audition. but I have to go to korea.” you swallowed. your leg lightly bouncing. “that's nice.. I'm.. happy for you, riki.. but you'll come back, right?” he placed his hand on top of yours. “that's the thing.. I don't know.” there was a big, painful ache in your chest. you felt your eyes glaze with tears. “they told me I had to go to korea asap. I didn't know it would be this early. I'm so sorry, myeo—” you shook your head, laughing. but it was laced with something else. anger? sadness? “don't apologize. you've been dreaming of this since we were kids! I'll be fine. just, don't lose contact. yeah?” he nodded. a gentle grin on his face. “yeah.. yeah. ofcourse,” the rest of the night continued silently. none of you spoke. it wasn't awkward. just a quiet understanding that the time the two of you had was ticking. but it's okay. it's his dream, after all.

you stood a few feet apart from riki. the cold breeze of the air condition at the airport makes you shiver. you were waiting, he was waiting. a signal of his departure. he noticed your uneasiness. he patted your shoulder. “hey nothing will change, alright?” you smiled weakly, nodding. “you'll always be my bestfriend, okay ri?” you chuckled, mumbling a small 'yeah'.

all passengers for flight 0912, okayama to seoul, please board the plane now.

riki gripped his suitcase. he turned to you. “I'll come back. to you. okay?” you didn't reply. instead, you threw yourself at him, embracing him tightly. as if you didn't want him to leave. you really didn't. you didn't even notice that a wave of tears came crashing down. your face buried in the felt of his hoodie. he was glad you were. so you wouldn't see the droplets of tears he also let out. his arms cradled you, savoring your presence one last time. he pulled away for a moment, taking off his hoodie, and then pushing it on you. he swung the hood on your head, and made you look up to him. “bye, myeo-ri.” he smiled. you swore you felt his lips kiss your forehead. did he?

you watched as his figure slowly descended to the hall. disappearing. your mom hugged you from behind, comforting you. the only thing that's left of him is the scent of his hoodie, worn lazily over your body.

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sho's note ◜ᴗ◝ yey i finally posted <3 pt2 is tba since I'm going on vacation this weekend. it will come tho x

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[changelingsandothernonsense]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You get a word and share a sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

Got tagged by both @skyrim-forever and @sulphuricgrin

tagging @archangelsunited @firefly-factory @nyarevar @scholarlyhermit @hircines-hunter @viss-and-pinegar @vehksfingerguns @saltymaplesyrup

I've got both BITE and NIGHT

These come from several separate wips. Most are Joshi's pov but Sydari's got at least one.

BITE

"Bed’s a little smaller than expected but I think we’ll fit,” She mused as she took off his helmet, the thin plait he had fashioned his hair into falling over his shoulder, “if you are still okay with sharing, I mean?”

Teldryn nodded, pulling down his scarf as she removed his goggles, “Told you, I don’t mind, Lukal.”

She smiled at him, her thumb brushing along his cheek, he could feel the leather of her gloves sticking to his skin a little. They had been doing this dance a lot over the last few years, though it had been getting increasingly more frequent since they arrived in Skyrim. One of them would linger too long or say something that implied they wanted the company of the other. He often wondered what would happen if he just stopped dancing and just admitted how he actually felt. Gods, he’d tried so many times but there was always something that would trip him up. The timing was never right and honestly, he was terrified that he was reading her intentions wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made an idiot of himself like that, fuck, it wouldn’t even be the first timed he’d fucked up things with her. What if she pulled away from him again? What if she left him?

I opened my eyes and took everything in. To say my surroundings were grim would be an understatement; this place was absolutely miserable looking. I found myself lying in the middle of a circular platform, its edges framed by pointed arches that reminded me of the Old City of Mournhold, only cold. Everything here was just so cold, an otherworldly chill that bit into my bones in a way that not even the furthest reaches of Skyrim did…even if it felt close. No, Hermaeus Mora’s realm was unlike anything I had seen before. The sky was cast in a hazy, almost sickening green that had me feeling nauseous whenever I looked up at the whirlwinds of loose papers suspended above me.

I slowly got to my feet, I could still feel that twinge in my hip as I reached for my cane, balancing myself before grabbing the rest of my things. I had hoped that maybe the part of me that Mora would pull into Apocrypha, was that same aspect of myself that wandered my dreams. I guess I was hoping to land here as my pre-Corprus self, at least I’d be able to move around without half my body crumbling.

I bit down on my lip, feeling that painful prickle that confirmed what I had first thought when I felt my hip twinge— My waking consciousness had been transported here and judging by the silence, I left Nerevar behind. I just hoped I could get all this shit over with before Nerevar figured out what was going on.

The Bosmer that was straddling his lap that night had hair that was almost as dark as his, and she had those strange, entirely black eyes that reflected the light in a way that reminded him of a large feline. It was something that usually haunted him— what with Mouse having similar features. Though she seemed eager, and he was…well…he’d had a confusing day, to put it mildly. What the Bosmer was trying to do made sense. Sex was simple and gods sometimes all he wanted was simplicity when his thoughts swam like they had that night.

“Erandur, I’m a travelling priest of Mara,” he replied, nodding towards her, “Your husband’s from Morrowind, yes?

She nodded, swallowing a little, “He has his own way of dealing with it but—”

“But you still worry,” Erandur replied, his voice calm, “I won’t lie to you, I do fear for the people of Dawnstar.”

She felt her heart jump into her throat for a second, “So there is a curse?”

“No, not a curse,” Erandur shook his head, his shoulder-length, silvery hair catching the light of the firepit, “But the cause is just as sinister, I’m afraid. These dreams are manifestations created by the Daedric Lord, Vaermina. She has a voracious hunger for our memories. In return, she leaves behind nightmares, not unlike a cough marks a serious illness. The nightmares echo her presence as she feeds.”

NIGHT

No…no he wasn’t mad at the Dunmer that stood before him. Not really, he had no idea who Teldryn was or why they were travelling north aside from what little information Hassour had given him. His guide was just trying to do his job and all Teldryn had done was fuck around for the past twenty-four hours! No, once again he was being reactionary— his fucking about was directly related to Cosades dropping that stupid fucking Nerevarine guarshit on him like he was some sort of Imperial marionette dancing on a string— and dance he must less his wardens choose to cut those strings permanently. Teldryn wasn’t angry at his Ashlander guide, he was angry at the Blades!

It always came back to this fucking conscription!

It keeps wearing her face!

Teldryn flung his arm over his face in a huff, last thing he needed was to get himself all fucking bothered over a woman who he had no idea of the availability of… not to mention the whole fucked up way they’d been acting towards one another wasn’t helping his anxieties. Sure, he totally got why she was shitty with him, he’d attacked her twice and she did say that he’d need to earn her respect. It’s just that every time he did that something would happen to make him slip up. He’d shove his foot in his mouth over and over again and she’d snap at him for it… which just made him want to win her affections more!

Gods he hoped so, he didn’t think he had the patience to roll himself another tin’s worth, he’d been going through a whole tins worth a day since coming off…whatever the fucking pain-killing tonic Sydari had given him that made his brain prickle like he’d tasted fucking skooma. He’d been seeking tobacco to dull the anxiety it was causing him, though he knew it would never leave him entirely. Only time and not fucking with the stuff would do that.

“He should accept them, ancestors willing,” Erra replied, Teldryn noticed that he began to fiddle with his glove, having taken one off as they were speaking. He watched as the mer’s rust painted fingers pulled at the dyed wool and wondered if his guide was hiding something from him.

“You don’t seem all that confident,” Teldryn prodded, “What aren’t you telling me, Erra?”

Erra’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “It is nothing— It should be nothing….”

Teldryn furrowed his brow and tilted his head a little, looking up at his companion, “No, it’s not that I don’t want to be travelling with you. You’re fine. It’s um…” he paused, drumming his fingers on his knee as he gathered his thoughts, “It’s this job, what they are getting me to do. I— I don’t want to be doing this.”

His guide sighed as he removed the cork from the vessel he was holding and gulped down the contents before gingerly placing it back in his pack, “Why do you not ask your khan to change jobs?”

“I can’t.”

To those tagged, your word is DREAM

[internals1ut]

Tops reaction to bottoms being tied up the shibari way

I hope u enjoy writing this! And also take ur time, I don't mind waiting c:

So I won't lie, I went to look to research the term I think I got the main gist of it so I apologize if I mess up something I still wasn't fully understanding ;-;

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18+/nsfw/minors gtfo

Jin:

Tohma: his hands were tied over his head and around his chest and thighs. He isn't able to move while standing except for turning in circles. Jin didn't do much for reactions. He didn't even seem to care as well that Tohma was tied in a way, he just stared as he was smoking a cigarette in one hand as his hands tapped his thighs while he watched Tohma. Eventually, he would drag and have his way before letting Tohma go.

Mido:

Tohma: The Vagastorm students somehow capture this man and had him bond by his arms and kneeling in the lobby in front of everyone. Of course some were in shock and some were just drooling over the fact someone was tied and bound in a way.. Mido was just.... Well.... He was just..... Ummm..... He can't even think right. Mido sighed and went to pick up Tohma and bad him over his shoulders. Many of the Vagastorm students whistled and clapped their hands. Mido was just annoyed and told them to shut up before taking him to the car. He cannot lie, he would like to do it with Tohma with his hands bound together and arms behind. Tohma smiled. "If you want me, have me". HA! Say less!

Sho:

Leo: his chest was wrapped in the ropes, his legs and arms were tied and bending behind him as he was tied in the air and displayed for Sho. Sho took photos. He was taking so many. He got his partner in this position, his cheeks were warm from being exposed like that, and Sho was going to have a fun time messing with Leo. Especially with photo evidence too... Oh boy~!

Towa:

Haru: Haru was bound by his arms. Somehow Taiga got to him and kept him hostage before Towa took him away. Only because she wanted to be near Haru. But tied up, he could let him go. Haru was asking for him to untie him, his arms were tried from being tied behind him and positioned out..... Maybe just one round. And another round too.... Maybe a third ~

Ren:

Haru: In the same position, but Ren does not care.

Leo: His legs were bent to his chest and his arms tied to his legs. His hole was exposed. Ren was staring.. Admiring too.. How did Leo get this way? Ren's pants were tight. Fuck... Ren was taking off his pants... Leo said it was easy access too.

Taiga:

Romeo: Romeo's arms were tied above his head and one leg was tied to be held up. Taiga was smirking as he was watching, he didn't do much, just running his hands on his body... Damn he was beautiful.

Haku:

Subaru: his arms were tied behind his back, the ropes wrapped around his chest and around his breast area to gently wrap around him, spreading his thighs out. Haku was tempted.... He can't go rough - he just can't - or maybe just this one time -

Lyca:

Subaru : Same tied position. Except Lyca was already going rough with his poor body.

Rui:

Edward: he wasn't tied by rope but by anomaly tentacles. He was suspended up in the air by his waist, his arms behind his back and his legs spread out like they shouldn't have been bend. Rui wasn't sure if he should help him down or fuck him.

Jiro:

Yuri: having his hands bound to his legs from behind, being pulled down while standing up and his legs spread out. Jiro was just admiring, he slipped a finger inside to mess with Yuri before he pulled the ropes tighter to tighten it on Yuri.

Lucas isn't on this because he saw his panther Kaito in a way he would feel bad and untie him and free him.

[rightnewshindi]

पत्नी के साथ अश्लील हरकतें करता नजर आया नशे में धूत दरोगा, किसी ने वीडियो बनाकर कर दिया वायरल

UP News In Hindi: उत्‍तर प्रदेश के कासगंज ज‍नपद में खाकी का ऐसा रूप सामने आया है ज‍िसने सबको हैरान कर द‍िया है. सार्वजन‍िक जगह पर पुल‍िस का एक दारोगा शराब के नशे में धुत नजर आया जो पत्‍नी से अश्‍लील हरकत कर रहा है. दारोगा, पुल‍िस लाइन में तैनात है ज‍िसे एसपी ने सस्पेंड कर द‍िया है. दरअसल, महिला के साथ अश्लील हरकत कर रहा दरोगा कासगंज की पुलिस लाइन में तैनात है जो पुलिस ऑफिस के गेट के पास बने…

[hayhenna]

Nervous Buggy 🩵♥️

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Shanks and Buggy found themselves in an unusual situation. After a long day of navigating treacherous seas and endless bickering, they had ended up in the same small cabin on an old ship, far away from their crews. The ship had been battered by a storm, leaving only one room intact. And, of course, fate had decided that it would be the same room where Shanks and Buggy would take shelter.

The cramped space was dimly lit by a single flickering lantern hanging from the ceiling. The air smelled faintly of saltwater, and the rhythmic creaking of the ship only added to the odd sense of intimacy that hung between them. Neither of them had expected this, but somehow, here they were—alone, in a room that suddenly felt much smaller than it had before.

Shanks, with his usual easygoing grin, leaned casually against the doorframe. He was the picture of relaxed confidence, his fiery red hair slightly tousled from the storm. His left sleeve hung loosely, the arm beneath it a reminder of his past, but his right arm was as strong as ever, confidently crossed over his chest.

Buggy, on the other hand, was a ball of nervous energy, pacing back and forth, avoiding Shanks' eyes as if they were both playing some kind of game he couldn't quite follow.

"So," Shanks said with a chuckle, breaking the silence, "this is... a bit awkward, isn't it?"

Buggy stopped pacing, his heart racing. "What do you mean, awkward?" he snapped, his voice a little too sharp. "It's fine! Everything’s fine!"

The tension between them was palpable, and yet, there was something undeniable—a pull. Despite the constant bickering and rivalry, there was a spark, an unspoken connection that neither of them could ignore. Slowly, Shanks pushed himself off the doorframe and took a step closer to Buggy.

Buggy froze.

"Hey, calm down, Buggy," Shanks said, his voice warm, his eyes soft. "I'm not going to bite you."

Buggy could feel his breath quicken. "I—I know," he stammered, but his words were shaky. He backed away slightly, only to bump into the bed behind him.

Shanks stepped closer, his right hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against Buggy's arm. The touch was light, almost tentative. But Buggy, in his usual fashion, jumped back, eyes wide with panic.

"Ah! W-What are you doing?!" Buggy's hands flared, his chop-chop powers surging. His body, as always, was unpredictable, and parts of him began to pop off in all directions. His left hand flew to the ceiling, while his right arm shot out, knocking over a lamp with a loud crash.

Shanks stepped back, laughing, his red hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head in amusement. "Easy there, Buggy. I was just trying to... you know, get closer."

Buggy’s body began to twitch nervously as his hands reattached and separated in quick, chaotic motions. "I'm not—I'm not nervous!" he blurted out, but his face was flushed a deep red, clearly betraying him. His chopped-off body parts continued to whirl around the room in a wild dance, like a tornado of limbs.

"Sure you're not," Shanks teased, his grin widening. He took another slow step forward, his right hand reaching up and gently brushing Buggy’s cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. The warmth of Shanks’ hand against his skin was enough to make Buggy’s heart race even faster.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Buggy's chop-chop powers stilled, and for once, his scattered pieces hung suspended in mid-air. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and despite himself, he leaned into Shanks' touch, the warmth of his hand on his skin grounding him.

Shanks’ smile softened, his thumb tracing the line of Buggy’s cheek. "You’re alright," he murmured, almost as if to reassure himself as much as Buggy. His thumb brushed lightly across Buggy's lips, and for a split second, the world seemed to hold its breath.

But before the tension could rise further, Buggy's body exploded into motion once more—his legs kicking up in surprise, his arms flailing wildly. His pieces shot out of control, knocking over the bed, the lantern, and a pile of old crates in the corner.

"Geez, Buggy!" Shanks laughed, stepping back to avoid the chaos. "You’re all over the place!"

Buggy scrambled to collect himself, his body parts reassembling with a flurry of frantic movements. His face was a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. "I told you! I’m not nervous!" He crossed his arms defensively, trying to maintain some semblance of control over his chaotic body.

Shanks just chuckled, shaking his head. "Right, sure, Buggy. Keep telling yourself that."

And in that moment, as the room settled into an awkward but somehow comfortable silence, it was clear that, despite everything, something between them had shifted. Buggy wasn’t sure what it was—whether it was the touch or the strange bond that had begun to form—but he knew one thing: being stuck in this room with Shanks, with all the tension, nervous energy, and laughter, wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

And maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what they both needed.

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Zanzou Slow Motion

Title: Zanzou Slow Motion (残像スローモーション)

Author/Artist: Janome

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/05/28

Cast:

Furukawa Makoto x Nakazawa Masatomo

Eguchi Takuya

Satou Gen

Tadokoro Hinata

Yasuaki Takumi

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu

Ichikawa Aoi

Yanagi Kouhei

Karino Sho

Synopsis:

What happens when two rival directors who hate each other's guts are forced to share one roof? And what if one of them has a secret he's been harboring for years? Throw in a shared love of movies, BL manga, and an accidental kiss, and you've got the next heart-pumping love story in Midorigaoka High and the sequel to Twilight Out of Focus 1. Jin Kikuchihara, third-year director, main actor, and president of the film club, and second-year director Giichi Ichikawa see eye-to-eye on very little. Jin is flashy, flirty, and focused on keeping everyone happy, while Giichi expects the best from himself and others, and will compromise nothing to see his vision through. Constantly at each other's necks, the two can hardly stand to be in the same club. But what will happen when family trouble forces them to live in the same room? Will their shared interests bring them closer as friends, push them further apart as rivals, or something else entirely?

Review Proper

I love Tasogare Outfocus, but this is actually my favorite Janome.

The second installment curse strikes again!

UGHHHHHHH THIS WAS SO WHOLESOME. Don't get me wrong, Tasogare Outfocus is written pretty decently, but I really don't like how Janome just glossed over Hisashi's SA and grooming like that. It reminds me a lot of Etude vol. 1. I can still get over Etude vol. 1 'cause it's not that uncommon to see in sports and Ichi-san's deal with Futami was given some closure in 2, but given how short Tasogare Outfocus was, Hisashi felt like he just lmao byed his teacher. 😔Doesn't help that it kinda doesn't matter anymore in overlap even though it hasn't been long since it ended. Is my son Hisashi really okay now? 🥹

I'm old, so DK BL doesn't appeal to me that much anymore. It's also hard to find good DK rivalries nowadays that aren't just about fucking or delinquents. Zanzou Slow Motion, however, just checked all the right boxes for the category: simple, no drama, and no loose ends. That coupled with Janome's element of touch?

And can we talk about this monologue?

Ugh.

I will say Jin's suspenders, Ichikawa's snatched waist, and the ABO shout-out greatly influenced my decision too. Y'all should get suspended in high school, not wear suspenders!

Onto the technicalities...

I don't think I've heard these two co-star before (or I just don't remember), so I was a bit skeptical especially 'cause last I heard Makonyan in a DK was in, well... Given as BLCD!Ritsu. And where else did we hear Yuuma star in a DK too? Yuuma as Anime!Ritsu. We just had Given Anime!Ritsu in Tasogare Outfocus being somewhat friends with Ichikawa and now we have BLCD!Ritsu (thanks to ecargmura for catching this!) trying to romance him. They used very different tones for Ritsu, but the vibe was the same overall. THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON. Makonyan and Nakamo also played tops in the last works I heard of them (Makonyan as Takaba in Kurui Naku and Nakamo as Yakumo in Nu:carnival), so I was concerned about a lot of things. Thankfully, however, instead of Makonyan going for his Ritsu tone or his lighter Kimitte Yatsu for a more youthful vibe, he went all shounen in here lmaooo.

His bwakame was so funny it reminded me of this:

I love roasting Makonyan more than any other seiyuu out of fondness, but I'm really proud of how far he's gone. He's gotten so much better in his delivery, and it's obvious in his budding anime career, too.

But...

I didn't expect there would be improvements in his bedding techniques too...

What the fuck was that? HAHAHAHAHAHA. WAIT. No, y'all don't understand. I have most of this man's r-18 otome CDs and BLCDs, and I have never heard him this... this hot before???? Jin is such a smooth flirt, so I had some expectations on the delivery, but FURUKAWA MAKOTO HISSES. HE HISSES!!! SIR IS THIS APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOUR FOR A HIGH SCHOOL BOY??? THEY DON'T EVEN SHOW THEM DO THE DO FOR MORE THAN A MINUTE??? WHERE WAS THE NEED?!

PUTS THE GODDAMN FU IN FURUKAWA MAKOTO ALRIGHT!

First it was Ono Yuuki, now it's Makonyan. Is Nakamo's ass really that good that his tops go all in???

I admittedly don't have a lot to say about Nakamo because that man always slays. I was afraid that Makonyan would overpower him during their Netflix and chill, but as soon as I had that thought, Nakamo pushed back like??? THEM SHAKIRA HIPS DON'T LIE!

HOW DO I LEGALLY MARRY GINGER RECORDS???

I didn't read the scan or the official English release 'cause I actually had the raws, so I can't vouch for the translation. As for faithfulness to the manga, however, I need to stress that there were a lot of rearranged events and cut dialogue. One notable instance was Ichikawa's message for Jin. It was placed after their kiss in the last chapter, so I believe that these changes are quite significant. It is still possible to read the manga while listening to the BLCD, but I suggest reading the manga once first so you're aware of which pages you need to jump to.

Chil-chil Awards 2022 was a scam 'cause this wasn't nominated for ANYTHING! This might actually just be my favorite BLCD of 2021... and Makonyan was my favorite actor in this series so far. OKITSU AND MAKONYAN REALLY SWITCHED IN THIS LOG HAHAHAHA. Makonyan and Nakamo at least won in my heart. 😌 Definitely listen to this if you're a Makonyan fan or if you're a fan of the series in general. It's also perfect if you're looking for something light and sweet but immersive at the same time. Chesk gives this a 9/10! Only the third 9 after Sonna ni and KD!

[my-animeandmanga-journey]

Shoya's story of making friends, trying to bring people together and all that, and the thoughts going on in his head- it kinda reminds me of Beauty and the Beast, the Disney version. There's that one scene where Beast hasn't eaten like a human in so long that he's forgotten how, and Belle has to teach him.

Shoya's kinda like that. He had friends before he became a bully, but that was so long ago that he's forgotten what it's like. Compounded with the fact that Sho's entire perspective of life and friendship has completely changed. There's a short, chubby dude that's so clingy it's almost creepy, but he's the one that taught Sho what friendship is supposed to be. There's all of Shouko's friends that he's trying to reconnect her with. There's Shouko's foul-mouthed little sister Yuzuru that tried to pass herself off as Shouko's bf to keep Shouko's bully away, and tweeted an embarrassing pic of Shoya that got him suspended from school for a week. And there's Shouko, herself.

And these are all Shoya's friends. Friends that he never thought he'd have before. All very different people. And he's not sure why they make him happy, but they do.

(I'm about halfway thru the movie, btw. The amusement park scene. I just wanted to say this because it made me kinda happy.)

[druidx]

Seven Snippets, Seven People

Thanks for the tag @eli-writes-sometimes <3

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Rules: post seven snippets and tag seven people.

Once again, all these are from Alexis Dalliance vs the Evil of Titan, in my unending quest to edit the damn thing.

One

The other elf… Now he was a conundrum. He stood, ramrod straight, directly in front of the Captain's desk. He'd yet to change into any issued armour, and still wore what amounted to peasant rags – a tatty, oversized, undyed shirt and brown woolen trousers darned to an inch of their life, the whole ensemble held together with rope suspenders. Alexis squinted, sniffing suspiciously. Yes, there was also a faint miasma of animal dung from his direction. An elven farmer was a distinctly unusual thing. One to keep an eye on, that was for sure…

Two

On her way to the mess hall Alexis ran into Ithanor and Richard. It was Ithanor who heard her yelling to wait, where Richard would have sleep-walked on. Richard's limbs drooped, reminding her of a weeping willow, but Ithanor was as bright and alert as a holly tree in Autumn. As they made their way to the mess hall, Alexis told them about Captain Hengar. "I don't think he's fit for duty," she said. "But the townsfolk need organising to start work on repairs. I think I can convince him to eat and sleep. Richard, after last night you'll have their respect. You should coordinate the people." "Me!" Richard stopped coming alert as if he'd been slapped. "But… I don't know how. I wouldn't know what to do or what to say or-" "I'll do it," Ithanor said, holding up a hand to slow Richard's panic. "It's fine. They saw the three of us together, so if they respect and trust Richard, it should carry over. We'll get you to do a little speech and then I can take over giving the orders." "Good plan. If you see Yazty, send him my way?" Ithanor nodded. "Right then lads, let's get it done."

Three

Between the three of them, they managed to wrangle Hengar into bed, get the townspeople motivated, and begin work on the town’s reconstruction. Soon the air was filled with the sounds of workmen calling, rubble being shifted and sawing as seasoned timbers were brought out of storage. Once Hengar was deeply asleep, thanks to some concoction from Yaztromo, Alexis took any spare hands from the militia buildings to help with the town's efforts. Of Victor and Bastet there was no sign. But it didn't matter; Alexis knew that now Zagor was dead, they had some loose ends of their own to tie off.

Four

Following the Quartermaster's directions brought Alexis to a long room, filled end-to-end with bunk beds. A human with black hair and lieutenant's stripes held a slate, marking off filled bunks as he directed the recruits to their new sleeping places. Alexis froze in the doorway – there were so many people, so many sounds, so many smells. Talking and laughing, the tang of metal polish and reek of bodies. "Next! You there, don't dawdle." Alexis looked up at the lieutenant, eyes wide. "Not seen anything of the like before, eh?" he asked. Alexis nodded. "You'll get used to it, lass. Sixth on the right, against the wall." He squinted down at her. "Lower bunk." "Yessir," Alexis squeaked, and made her way to the assigned bunk.

Five

A half-elf followed shortly after, arriving as Alexis was trying to figure out which chest was hers. "You're my bunkmate, huh?" he asked. "Yeah. Alexis Dalliance." She held out a hand. He shook. "Holger Brodanic. I think that one is your chest," he added, pointing at the one against the wall. "Ta." "So how come they let a kid in? You lie about your age?" Brodanic asked as he put his own equipment away. "I'm not a child, I'm a full-grown adult." "You're awful short. You got some kinda sickness?" Alexis balled her hands, then released them slowly. "No. I'm an eshen. I'm actually tall for my kind." "Huh." Brodanic perched on the edge of the lower bunk with a lopsided smile. "My mother used to tell me stories about your lot. Mostly that if I didn't stay close to the village, an eshen would turn me into a tree." Alexis gave a puckish smile and wiggled her fingers. "Who's to say I won't?" For a split second Brodanic's face dropped, then he gave a tittering laugh. Alexis winked. "Nah, that's not something we can do." Brodanic stood, chucking her on the shoulder before bouncing up to his own bunk. "We're gonna make great bunkmates, Dalliance."

Six

Alexis smirked as she finished putting away her gear. Her ears twitched, making her stop and listen. Through the general hubbub of the barracks came the sound of angry, raised voices. Ensuring she could remember which bed was hers, she left, following the sounds of conflict back outside. In front of the the awning where the human had been taking in the recruits, an elf and the half-orc officer argued. The human – she’d overheard some of the other militia say he was the Captain of this outfit, a man called Hengar – sat back in the chair watching the kerfuffle. Also joining in on the argument was another human, tall and broad, and another elf. Abruptly the Captain stood up. "Enough." He laid his hands flat on the table. "I won’t have dissent in the ranks before we’ve even gotten anywhere. Vrog, take over. You three come with me." With that he left the half-orc standing there, striding towards the entrance. Alexis tried to back away, not wanting to be in trouble already, but she wasn’t fast enough. "You there," Hengar pointed at her as he approached. "How much of that did you hear?" "Nothing, sir. You stopped as I arrived." Hengar grunted. "Where were you before?" "In the barracks, sir." An eyebrow raised. "Good ears on you, eh? You too then, come along." Alexis gulped, but dutifulled trailed along after the group, as Hengar lead the way to his office.

Seven

The end of the sewer pipe lead into a small alcove filled with long brushes and leather gauntlets and aprons. Quietly, they used these tools to remove the effluent from their legs. "I should scout ahead," Alexis said. "No offense but I’m less likely to make a lot of noise while doing so, and I suspect my senses are more keen than yours." Ithanor glanced at their companions. No one disagreed. "Very well," he said. "We shall await your return. If you run into difficulties, holler, and we will come." Alexis nodded, her mouth set in a grim line. In a moment she was gone.

[irlkisukeurahara]

Kazui Kurosaki in my BLEACH AU. At 45 years old, the Soul Society saw use in Kazui Kurosaki's power. The man was sentenced to be locked away, kept in a state of suspended aging so that his immense power may be used when necessary.

Kikuo entered the cell one day, expressing interest in using Kazui's Hell powers. He took him outside and had him activate a gateway to Hell. Kazui asked when Kikuo would take him back, to which Kikuo replied "Never! You're a free man. Tell them the Kuchiki family endorsed your release. I guess it isn't too incorrect, considering they practically own me... But I know Sho-jo and Yoshi. They won't contest this." Kikuo leapt into Hell to find his father, and Kazui stood there in disbelief. It's been 400+ years, and he's being let go again. Once Kikuo comes back and he closes the gate, Kazui decides his first step is to reconnect with his family. Kikuo watches him leave before returning to his base with Jushiro Kotetsu and Kaien Abarai.

[wrestlingisfake]

NJPW 52nd Anniversary preview

Tetsuya Naito vs. SHO - Naito is the IWGP world heavyweight champion, and Sho is the IWGP junior heavyweight champion. Neither title is at stake in this match--it's just a tradition to have the top heavyweight face the top junior on the anniversary show.

Naito's next title defense will be in Tokyo on April 6 in Tokyo, against the winner of the New Japan Cup tournament. Whether he keeps the title or not, his next scheduled match will be April 12--in a real city, Chicago, Illinois--against Jon Moxley. I'm excited.

I think everybody was expecting El Desperado to bring the junior title to this match. Instead Sho defeated him on February 23, when Ren Narita crawled out from under the ring to hold Despy down until he was counted out. I'm actually okay with the idea that titles can change hands via count-out, but obviously the point of such a rule should be "the champion can't run away" not "we can do more flavors of fuck finishes." I know it's supposed to put heat on Sho, but it just cheapens the title win, the title itself, and this match.

Look, I appreciate that House of Torture's shenanigans are aimed at the Japanese ticketholders. If they boo and chant "go home" at the heels, that's enough to call it a success, apparently. New Japan really doesn't care if I, an American streaming these shows overseas, am bored with this crap. I'm not their priority, that's their prerogative.

But I can't believe anybody, in Japan or elsewhere, wants to pay to see Naito pretend to be in danger of taking the biggest bullshit upset loss of his career. We know Naito will win, we know none of the run-ins are going to lead to the finish, we know if they tease a count-out Naito will get back in the ring at nineteen. I could deal with all that if it was entertaining, like when Toru Yano does it. But Sho's actively trying not to be entertaining.

This is going to suck. Listening to Chris Charlton act like he's "pulling back the curtain" to explain why it sucks, for the whole match, will make it even worse.

I think I've talked myself into skipping this. Anyway, Naito has to win. Stay healthy for Mox, champ.

Shota Umino vs. Jack Perry - This is a part of the first round in the New Japan Cup tournament. Perry debuted with New Japan on January 13, when he appeared in the crowd disguised as a fan and attacked Umino out of nowhere.

This is Perry's first match since he lost the FTW belt to HOOK in Wembley Stadium. About five minutes after that, he had a backstage face-off with CM Punk, which led to Punk being fired and Perry being suspended. I guess they weren't sure how to bring Perry back without making it about Punk, so he's doing this New Japan run where he can talk about being a "scapegoat" without getting into who is assigning blame to him, or for what, or why it's not really his fault.

I figured they'd set up a singles match for this feud, but I didn't expect it to be in the opening round of this tournament. I'm curious to see if Perry is just flying in for a one-and-done, or if he'll stick around for the whole tour. I don't see him booked for any undercard tag matches, which suggests he'll just lose here and head home. But I suppose there's a chance he'll stick around.

If Jack wins, I'd say he's the favorite to reach the quarterfinals, probably in a Forbidden Door rematch against SANADA. That could be pretty damn interesting...but we're getting ahead of ourselves here. It's just too early to try to guess where things are going with Perry's scapegoat gimmick. He needs a win, but I'm not confident he's going to get one tonight.

KENTA vs. YOSHI-HASHI - Another first-round match in the New Japan Cup. The winner of this match will face Sanada on March 11 in the second round, since (as a former New Japan Cup winner) he qualified for a first-round bye. Kenta is 4-0 in singles matches against Yoshi.

Yoshi's career highlight is being a 3-time IWGP heavyweight tag champion, but he and Hirooki Goto lost that title in January. Kenta and Chase Owens are the current tag champs. So this is really less about who advances in the tournament (neither of them are going to get far) and whether Yoshi can pin Kenta to get back into contention for the tag title. If Kenta wins, though, I'd say that puts Yoshi and Goto in the back of the line...which could be interesting, because there aren't a ton of other teams to put ahead of them.

I get the feeling Kenta will win to make sure Sanada has an expendable heel to beat in the second round. But it's not a lock--I'd go maybe 60/40 Kenta wins here.

Toru Yano vs. Yujiro Takahashi - Yet another New Japan Cup match. The winner here will meet the winner of Umino vs. Perry in the second round, on March 11.

When it's one-on-one, Yano is 6-1 against Yuj. But I'm guessing most of those matches were before Yujiro went super-duper mega-cheap heel with the House of Torture. Yano will have his hands full trying to stay ahead of all the House of Torture guys running in, I'm pulling for Yano, but he's definitely beatable here.

SANADA & Taichi & Yuya Uemura & DOUKI vs. EVIL & Ren Narita & Yoshinobu Kanemaru & Dick Togo - This is basically a preview of Taichi vs. Narita on March 10. Sanada, Evil, and Uemura are also in the New Japan Cup. We already saw Just 5 Guys and House of Torture feud back in the fall, and I'm over it. The only new wrinkle here is that I think this is the first time we'll see Uemura since he had to cut his hair after losing to Yota Tsuji a couple of weeks ago. Kanemaru or Togo should probably lose the fall, so maybe Uemura can get back on the winning track.

David Finlay & Gabe Kidd & Gedo vs. TJP & Francesco Akira & Callum Newman - Finlay vs. TJP is scheduled for March 7; Kidd vs. Newman is set for March 8. Finlay's War Dogs pretty much destroyed the United Empire in the big cage match last month, and now they're just facing the three weakest guys in the United Empire. I think TJP is angling to be a bigger wheel in the faction now that Will Ospreay's gone, but I don't really think that's going to work. Finlay's team is gonna murder these poor guys.

Shingo Takagi & Hiromu Takahashi & Yota Tsuji & BUSHI vs. Tomohiro Ishii & Hirooki Goto & El Desperado & Boltin Oleg - The heavyweights in this match--Shingo, Tsuji, Ishii, Goto, and Oleg--are all in the New Japan Cup, but this match doesn't really preview their first-round bouts. We could get Goto vs. Ishii on March 12, but only if Ishii beats Chase Owens on March 7. Oleg is still a Young Lion, so you know he has to lose the fall.

Hikuleo & El Phantasmo vs. Mikey Nicholls & Zack Sabre Jr. - ELP and Hiku are the STRONG tag team champions, but the title isn't at stake here. This match is mainly about previewing Phantasmo vs. Nicholls on March 10. Hikuleo and Sabre are also in the tournament, but in different parts of the bracket. Feels like the best move here is for Nicholls to get a pin to set up a STRONG title shot for him and his regular tag partner, Shane Haste. Actually, I'm kinda surprised Haste isn't on this show.

Jeff Cobb & Great-O-Khan vs. Tanga Loa & Tomoaki Honma - Khan vs. Loa will be on March 7. Cobb is also in the tournament. Honma didn't make the cut, which kind of tells you who's losing the fall in this match.

[janspar]

After the Liberation

Muzhits,

I trust the lapse in our discourse requires no explanation or forgiveness, old friend; we are but recently able to send letters beyond the city once more, after the insurrection that struck my district. I understand Mirsvr has not gone without similar agitation and suffering. I regret this sincerely for your fine city, and I rejoice that the greater terror that held Lansk is yet a stranger to you. I hope to hear gladder news of your affairs than the sad tale I give you today. I won't inflict upon you further accounts of the agitators' occupation; I cannot tell you anything that has not been printed in broadsheets, though I counsel you to doubt the more lurid stories. Since the district's liberation however, our business has not returned to its previous condition.

I was in the unenviable position of providing a necessary product to the citizens of the district, and so I was forced to deal with the Executive and the self-appointed tyrants of the Supply Committe. I had no wish to support or validate their actions, but had less wish for the innocent population to starve! Thus, with no small distaste, I continued to produce bread with grain supplied by the Executive, to be distributed by the Executive, even at times relying on workers assigned by the Executive. Collaboration it was not, Muzhits, as it was performed under duress and only out of necessity.

Regardless, when the bailiffs and the Companies took back the District, I could easily have been accused of treachery, were it not for my bakery being shut down for lack of material. A scarce two days prior, I had a cart of grains stolen from my yard, the very last in the city that I could secure. I could not prove the author of this outrage, though I know it to have been on behalf of Pivan. That scoundrel has not been seen since the night of the battle, when his brewery was destroyed. The loss of that brew is a sore blow to Lansk; the man shall not be mourned so deeply. Nevertheless, this theft proved fortunate, as I had to suspend operation and thus the Company had no basis to accuse me of collaboration with agitators on that first day, a day of brutal reprisal.

I said, however, circumstances have not improved. Supply is still disrupted, as despite the collapse of the barricades, the Erthani no longer trade here and the Companies are struggling to deliver supplies sufficient to our needs. Many of my workers have fled or been arrested – good dependable men and women, who I never suspected of agitation in years of employment, are nowhere to be found. Those who remain are often without homes, or grievously injured, or seeking better employment than the wages I can promise on such meager trade. A new Temari agent has been deployed to distribute capital in aid of reconstruction, but I like her not. It's said she was a Licence-Prospector, and a brute. Whether this is true I cannot confirm, but despite abundant rumours of her rough conduct, she has taken on many clients and partners among my fellow business owners. I hope I will not need to resort to her aid.

You no doubt heard of the slaying of Chief Bailiff te Eintov, your fellow son of Mirsvr. I never thought to ask, did you know him? I can only hope the new appointee Akhirin Sarta will not repeat te Eintov's mistakes. The zeal he has shown in the first days of his office exceeds what is required – raids of businesses and homes are commonplace, carried out upon the least suspicion, and far more brutal than is wise. Though I have not been subjected to Sarta's attentions yet I fear that any day he may come, he and his bailiffs backed by Temari marines.

As you see, Muzhits, my siutation is dire, perhaps as dire as ever it was beneath the agitators. I know not of your situation, owing to our isolation from business matters, but I ask you – any spare capital you may have to lend me, or other assistance you could render, would be a great boon to an old friend in need. A stake in my business is forthcoming, should this be favourable, and my gratitude will be a surer bond still. I await your reply, and hope to hear of your continued success and prosperity.

Your friend,

Khlen Khalev