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[starryjake]

truth or dare | s.j

in which your best friend, jake, finds out you want him and makes your fantasy come true.

pairing: jake x fem!reader

includes: f receiving oral sex, munch jake obviously, you touch his dick over the pants lol, stripping (lmk if i missed anything).

it was an accident, jake swore. not only was it an accident but it was partly your fault for leaving your laptop wide open for anyone to see.

you were in the bathroom and your laptop was pinging and pinging and pinging nonstop with text messages. jake was laying on your bed, his eyes glued to the tv, but he was beginning to lose focus from how often your computer was pinging.

finally, he couldn’t stand the sound anymore and grabbed your laptop from the edge of your bed. all he was going to do was turn it off and be done with it, but on the screen, he something that caught his eye.

your text messages were open and he saw his name so he just had to look, to know why you were talking about him with your friend.

his eyes widened when he saw why he was mentioned in your texts.

messages coming from you that started with fairly tame things like: “jake looks so good today,” “jake’s cologne is making me go crazy.”

but the more he scrolled, the more texts he found that were just purely vulgar, absolute filth like: “NEED him to eat me out till im crying,” and “bet he moans so pretty,” and even, “need his dick all the way down my throat asap.”

jake almost thought he was being pranked. he simply could not wrap his around the fact that you—his best friend of nearly five years—wanted him.

quite honestly, jake kind of thought that the two of you strictly had a sibling-like-friendship. you always teased him and fought with him like he was an older brother, and he always protected you and teased you back like you were his little sister.

but you wanted him. if those texts were anything to go off of, then you certainly did not see him as a brother.

suddenly, the bathroom door opened. jake practically threw your laptop back to the end of the bed and laid back against your pillows like he wasn’t doing anything.

you walked into the room and sat down next to him with a sigh.

“alright, did you pick a movie?” you asked.

jake wasn’t paying attention to a word you said. all he could focus on was how far you were sitting from him on your bed. how was he ever supposed to find out you liked him if you wouldn’t even go near him?

“jake,” you said, pushing his arm to get his attention.

“huh?” he said. “no, i haven’t picked yet.”

“jeez, what have you even been doing in here the whole time?” you wondered, taking the remote from him to choose a movie yourself.

you would definitely not want to know what he was doing just minutes before you came in the room.

-

jake didn’t focus during the movie. he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried.

how could he watch a movie when you were right there next to him, probably thinking about him and all the dirty things you wanted to do with him.

it was driving jake crazy. this new piece of information, this secret you’ve been carrying for god knows how long, jake had it now and did not know what to do with it.

“this movie is kinda boring,” he finally spoke.

“seriously? it’s nominated for like four oscar’s,” you responded.

“let’s do something else,” jake suggested.

huffing, you sat up slightly and turned off the movie. you then looked over at jake.

“what do you wanna do?” you asked.

jake shifted his body to face you instead of the tv. you tried to calm your thoughts, your thoughts that were far from pg, but he looked amazing. his black hair was slightly more grown out that normal and messy against your pillow. he was in a sweatshirt and sweatpants which is how you liked him best, in comfy clothes.

“we could play a game or something,” he suggested.

“what game?” you wondered.

“i don’t know,” he shrugged. “like, truth or dare or something.”

you snorted. “really?”

“c’mon,” he pouted.

by just looking at his face and that sweet little pout he gave, a flip practically switched in you and suddenly you would do just about anything he asked.

“okay,” you gave in. “truth or dare?”

jake pondered for a moment. he wanted to steer the game in a direction that would get you to admit your feelings for him. he needed to hear it from your mouth because he was still having a hard time believing those text messages.

“truth,” jake replied.

“okay,” you thought for a second. “if you had to hook up with one of your guy friends, who would you pick?”

“god, you’re the worst at asking questions,” jake groaned. “but sunghoon, obviously.”

“figured,” you replied. “your turn.”

“truth or dare?” he asked you.

considering you were comfy where you were laying in your bed, you didn’t want to pick dare in case he dared you to do something that required getting up.

“truth,” you said.

“if you had to hook up with one of the guys, who would you pick?” he asked.

you pondered. obviously you knew who you would choose but you couldn’t tell him that.

“i don’t know,” you lied. “probably heeseung.”

“yeah right,” jake scoffed.

“what?” you frowned. “he’s hot.”

jake could feel himself getting frustrated.

“your turn,” he said.

“truth or dare?”

“dare,” he answered.

“i dare you to show me the last picture in your camera roll,” you said.

you didn’t think much of it, but out of all the dares you could’ve given him, jake would’ve chosen anything else. he knew what the last picture in his camera roll was.

“actually, i pick truth,” he said.

“you can’t do that!” you exclaimed. “now you really have to show me.”

“i don’t think you wanna see it,” he tried to warn.

“what, is it a dick pic or something?” you joked. you joked. but then you saw jake’s face and his lack of words and knew that it really was a picture of his dick. “what the fuck, jake?”

“it’s not a full one,” he reasoned. “it’s just like…my bulge in a pair of sweatpants.”

yeah, you wanted to see it really bad. but you didn’t want him to know that. you didn’t need him to know that you were already getting wet at the mere thought of seeing that kind of picture of your best friend.

“well…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. “a dare is a dare.”

jake tried not to smirk. he knew it, knew you wanted to see it.

he pulled out his phone and opened the picture. it was a mirror picture. he was shirtless in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, not even wearing underwear underneath. his outline was very clear since he was hard when he took the picture.

slightly nervous, jake handed you his phone. you took it, looking at the picture. it was even better than you imagined.

he didn’t miss the way you gulped and the way you instinctively zoomed in on the picture to get an even better look.

but you didn’t say anything. you didn’t tell him he looked good or anything. you just nodded and handed him his phone back.

“ok, your turn,” you said.

“what?” jake frowned. “you don’t have anything to say?”

“why would i have anything to say?” you wondered.

“because i just showed you a picture of…well, that,” he said. “you have nothing to say about it?”

“no,” you laughed. “gross.”

you were being so hard to get, it was actually driving him crazy. he knew you wanted him so why were you being so difficult about it?

“fine,” he scoffed. “truth or dare?”

“dare,” you said, hoping he’ll take it easy on you and not make you get up.

“take off your shirt.”

you immediately gave him a glare.

“dude, what?” you said.

“a dare is a dare,” he replied, repeating your words from a few minutes ago.

“why would i take off my shirt?” you asked.

“because i’m telling you to,” he responded, his eyes darkening.

the way he said it suddenly made you really want to take it off, wanting to obey any command he gave you.

you sat up a bit and started pulling your sweater over your head. all you had on underneath was a thin, light pink bra. your nipples were visibly hard beneath it and jake was already twitching in his pants at the sight.

once your shirt was off, you looked at him expectantly. his eyes flickered down to your chest and back up to your face.

he hummed in satisfaction.

“cute,” he said quietly.

it wasn’t much but the word went straight to your face, turning your cheeks red. oddly, you didn’t feel like covering yourself up. in fact, you would show more of yourself if you knew jake was going to compliment you.

“okay,” you whispered. “truth or dare.”

“dare,” he picked again.

“i dare you the same thing,” you said.

he was hoping you would.

smirking, he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

now, you were really starting to get nervous. you had no idea what was going on but you and jake were shirtless in your bed. you liked the feeling though, and you wanted more.

you stared at his bare chest and abdomen, the slight trace of abs making you squeeze your thighs together.

“like what you see?” he chuckled at you checking him out shamelessly. “wanna feel?”

“shut up,” you muttered, turning your head that other way.

“no, really,” jake said. “feel it.”

he suddenly grabbed your hand and placed it against his warm naked abdomen. he guided your hand up and down his chest so you could feel every part, every indent of his body.

he could tell he was finally getting to you. you were submitting to him, losing your uninterested demeanor and he was damn glad about it. he needed to uncover the you that wanted him desperately.

“mmm,” he hummed, basically moaning just from your hand rubbing his body.

he was bold when he very gently and slowly dragged your hand down even further until it was brushing over his waistband and to the front of his sweatpants, right where his growing cock was.

you looked up at his face in shock, but his eyes were closed. he was biting his bottom lip, fully engrossed in this and the feeling of your hand pressed flat on his covered cock.

he kept your hand there, not even making you move it or grip his erection, but just having you feel it. it was entirely hard and just having your hand on it, you could feel it pulsate.

weakly, you began to wrap your fingers around the outline, but he squeezed your wrist and pulled your hand off of him before you could.

his eyes opened and when you looked at each other, he just smirked.

“truth or dare?”

he asked it so calm and casually like your hand wasn’t just on his dick. you didn’t even quite know what to say, unsure how you were supposed to go about playing the game after that.

“uh, t-truth?” you sputtered out, purely confused about what was going on.

“how long have you wanted to do that?” he asked.

your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

“what?” you asked.

“how long have you wanted to touch my cock?” he wondered. “how long have you wanted me?”

“who said i want you?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing.

obviously you did want him, but you didn’t know how he knew that.

“i saw the texts,” he told you. he could still tell you were confused so he added, “the texts with you and your friend, talking about how badly you wanted me. god, the things you were saying were just filthy, y/n. i had no idea you felt that way.”

your heart sunk. suddenly, you didn’t want to do any of this anymore. you were utterly humiliated that jake found out you liked him and even more so by how he found out.

“jake, i-i—” you sputtered. “please. i don’t—”

you couldn’t figure out what to say.

“so?” he said. “how long?”

you bowed your head in shame.

“a long time,” you mumbled. “‘m sorry.”

jake tilted your head back up by your chin, smiling softly at your blushing face. you were so cute when you were embarrassed, he was almost doing all this on purpose.

“why are you sorry?” he asked. “i never said i didn’t feel the same, did i?”

this could not be good for your heart. all this slowing of your heart race only for it to pick back up again so quickly. but now you were filled with hope and excitement.

“really?” you asked eagerly, pathetically almost.

“c’mon, let’s keep playing,” he said.

“truth or dare,” you said.

“truth,” he replied.

“what did you think when you saw those texts?” you wondered sheepishly.

he chuckled a bit.

“i guess i was thinking about how i didn’t realize my best friend was so horny for me,” he said, his voice deep and sexy. you squirmed, your body unbearably hot. “now, truth or dare?”

you were nervous to pick dare to see what he would make you do next, but more than nervous, you were excited. so, you did it.

“dare.”

jake knew what he was going to dare you was bold, but he was hard as a rock in his pants and needed you now.

“i dare you to let me eat you out.”

he expected some kind of shock and disgust from you, but that was not the response you gave him.

ever since you’ve known him, you’ve wanted him between your thighs. so now that he was actually offering, why would you reject that?

“okay,” you whispered, still nervous despite wanting it.

he watched in surprise as you lifted your hips up and pulled both your pants and underwear down at once. you looked over at him, waiting for him to follow through with your dare.

“fuck,” he muttered, still in shock that you were suddenly naked right next to him. “didn’t know you wanted me that bad.”

you couldn’t argue. you did want him that bad.

he got up and positioned himself between your legs, face to face with your pussy. he held your thighs while he stared at it, in awe that it was really right there in front of him, his to devour.

“it’s so pretty,” he said, leaning in to place a kiss on your clit. “never knew my best friend had such a pretty little pussy.”

his words sent heat all over your body. you were embarrassed but more than that, you were just so unbelievably turned on. jake looked so good between your legs and you knew he’d look even better once he was actually eating you out.

“please,” you urged, jutting your hips up impatiently.

jake finally licked a stripe up your slit, starting from the bottom all the way up to the top. he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves, moaning at the taste in his mouth.

“fuckkk,” you moaned out, head falling back against your pillows.

he alternated between sucking and licking your clit, using the tip of his tongue to rub it in little circles and watching the way it moved up and down and to the side. he was eventually just making out with it, eyes closed in concentration and pleasure.

after a moment, he pulled back, a string of saliva keeping his lips attached to your glistening pearl. he then leaned back in and starting licking up and down your pussy in firm, fluid strokes, gathering all of your arousal on his tongue and swallowing it.

you dug your fingers into his hair, tugging on the thick strands which only fueled jake even more. he moaned against your cunt, eyes rolling slightly from getting his hair played with and pulled.

“you’re so fucking hot,” he said, his breath warm on your pussy. “such a good pussy too. fuck, i want it all over my face.”

he dived back in, pushing his face into your pussy as much as he could. his nose rubbed against your puffy clit as his tongue delved inside your hole. he pushed it in as deep as it could possibly go, feeling your warm plushy walls around him.

“fuck, jake!” you yelled.

he sucked on your folds and back on your clit, suddenly intoxicated by the delicious taste of your pussy. it was just so hot, so sweet and tight and perfect. he truly could not get enough and genuinely wanted to drink your arousal.

“oh my god,” he moaned. “you have the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted, baby. fuck, it’s so good.”

your legs shook on either side of his head. you were feeling weaker and weaker by the second, his tongue moving like lightning and filling you with sparks.

he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down your slit, tilting his head to the side and resting it on your quivering thigh. the wet sound of his tongue flicking up and down your folds was driving you to the edge.

you couldn’t even warm him that it was about to happen. it just happened.

“mmm, i’m cumming,” you slurred, so drunk on the feeling that you could hardly speak.

you gripped his hair extra tight, pushing your hips up into his face. he ate your perfect cunt and drank every last droplet of your arousal that dripped out of you.

you were dizzy and moaning loudly and carelessly as you grinded your cunt against his face, riding out your high. your pussy was so wet, drenched in your own cum and jake’s saliva.

when you were finally finished, jake sat up and collapsed next to you, his lips, nose, and chin all glistening in your arousal.

you turned your head to face him, your cheeks red. the shock of what you two had just done was kicking in.

you weren’t sure what you two were supposed to do now and where to go from there. you were best friends and best friends weren’t supposed to do what you’d just done.

“wanna finish that movie?” jake asked casually, as though he wasn’t just tongue deep in your cunt.

“sure,” you agreed, as though you weren’t just cumming all over his face.

he wrapped his arm around you and played the movie again, the two of you laying there without acknowledging what happened.

-

:3 teehee munch jake :3 teehee best friend jake

thanks for reading!

[aelfgiure]

From the moment I was coherent, I knew my family was different. Off, somehow, not normal. It was something in the way my parents looked at me when they thought I was distracted, the way they treated me like I didn't belong. Like I was an inconvenience.

My brother and sisters? So, so spoiled. Between mom's modeling and dad's business stuff, there was MONEY, and my siblings had it lavished on them. Toys, designer clothes - whatever they wanted. They were hugged, cosseted, taken on trips, given actual attention! They had a fabulous childhood.

Not like mine.

There was this undercurrent of resentment towards me that I never understood. I never had birthday parties, the folks were always "too busy", tossing some money my way so I could get a present. It never mattered what my grades were, I handed over the report cards to get signed and that was it. Unlike my siblings - they got pizza parties for not failing classes! but my damn near perfect marks were shrugged off. It was a lonely, confusing life, especially for a little kid.

My solace was in books. (Yep, I nerd.) If it was in print, I'd read it. That empty feeling inside me was soothed when I filled myself with words, stories, information, music. Yes, I taught myself how to read music, too, and how to build and play instruments. The early ones were crap, but I got better at it.

Anyways. I read everything, which led me to the 'occult/spiritual' section of the library and book stores. Right next to the fairy tales and legends, of course, so I read those too because why the heck not? It was ... it was educational. Upsetting. I wandered around the house and saw all the cold iron and silver on every window, every door. The weird herbs growing at every entrance. Keep in mind that I was TEN. Ten years old, trying to understand what was going on with my life, and suddenly figuring out that my parents were keeping something out. Of course, the next thing I did was check my clothes and, surprise surprise, everything had odd things sewn into the hems. Not only was something kept out, I was warded against being Taken.

So, I did what any angsty pre-adolescent would do, and plotted. Come hell or high water, I was going to find out what was going on. For the first time in my life, being ignored worked in my favor. Using the books and stories as a guide, I bought things, ingredients and materials, and worked quietly. Waiting for the night of the full moon.

I was as thorough as only an angry child could be. Opened doors, front and back. Walked around the house widdershins, sweeping away the protective ring of salt and runes. Did I mention I was naked? Yeah, I took a bath and washed myself with a bar of Ivory soap, getting rid of even the smallest trace of binding or charm. Since I didn't trust any of my clothes, or any in the house really, it made sense for me to go naked. To be sure.

The results were impressive. Also terrifying. Two powerful, ancient beings stormed into the house and dragged my parents out of bed, starting a three-way screaming match about contracts, oaths, stuff I didn't understand.

That was when I learned why I was conceived. It hurt, honestly. Learning that I was just a bargaining chip, chattel to be bartered or sold, broke my heart. They kept me warded to avoid issues, they said. They didn't know which being had the first claim on me, and neither one wanted to give up the wealth and beauty they bought with my life.

I was ten years old, and heartbroken, and oh so angry, and I interrupted with a suggestion. The witch and the faerie exchanged a look, before turning to my parents with the same smile on both their faces, one with extra teeth and mischief.

To this day, I have no idea what happened to them. I've lived with my dads for ten years now. Not full time anymore, university is a beeyotch and I live off campus, but every break, I go home.

My family is still kinda off, and different, but my dads love me. They're proud of me, they encourage me to be awesome, and we celebrate birthdays and holidays together. They keep saying that they have to make up for lost time, but knowing they were trying to find me, knowing they never gave up hope - well. They wanted a child to love, and i needed parents to love me. It all worked out in the end.

Your mother sold her firstborn to a witch in exchange for beauty and your father sold his firstborn to a fairy for wealth. Today you are born.

[raghadayyad]

HELP SECURE A FUTURE FOR ME AND MY SIBLINGS.❤🙏

First of all I would like to thank everyone who helped me, whether by donating or sharing. and I'm grateful to all of you for your generous support and standing by me in these difficult situations we are living in.

I am Raghad Ayyad from Gaza, I am 20 years old, a second-year pharmacy student.

I was a successful person in my life; I have always been proud of myself, and my family was proud of me too. I had a life, dreams, and ambitions that I was striving for.

My sister Basma was supposed to finish her high school studies and then move on to university, but she lost her academic year.

My brother Mazen and my sister Noha, who are studying in middle school, also lost an academic year.

We all dream of completing our education. We all need to get out of this genocide to complete and rebuild our lives, and this is not easy after everything we lost in this war. It will take us a long time to rebuild our lives.

I ask you all to continue supporting me because I still need your support. I have not yet reached 10% of my goal.

I am trying with all my effort to get enough money to pay my university fees so that I and my siblings can continue our education and achieve our dreams that were destroyed more than a year ago.

PLEASE DONATE ANY AMOUNT WILL HELP US

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[mohntilyet]

since it’s not clear i want you all to know i have cousins who are like siblings to me, that i grew up with under the same roof. so if you all ever wonder “what is wrong with her. why has she latched onto them.” well now you understand.

[aroace-madness]

So i had a convo on divine discord (mostly with @toobytoobs) and I decided to make it into a post

Here are some pictures for context on how it because ya'll are gonna need it

Then there is some more stuff about the Leauge worrying about Billy and then there is a mention of Freddy storming into the Watchtower and berating the league for breaking Billys arm

And that's how we got here

Freddy: how DARE you, brake my baby brothers arm

Clark: wait, you're Captains older brother? Does that mean that the Wizard created you before him?

Freddy "ready to stir shit up" Freeman: huh? Oh yeah but I was sort of a failed experiment because of my bad leg

Bruce: experiment?

Freddy: yeah, now tell me how did you find out about the wizard

Diana: we got Captian drunk and he just started babbling about everything

Freddy: excuse you got him drunk? Sigh ok i'm kinda angry since he's my responsibility, it doesn't matter that i'm only a few months older than him

Barry: you're older only by a few months?

Freddy: yeah I am, is it really that surprising? I watched that giant grow up from the beggining and let me tell you he was hopeless couldn't even walk properly, even I walked better than him and my leg is bummed

Bruce: hm, really?

Freddy: yup, the first year was rather rough since I had to teach him everything because that stupid wizard decided to die before he could do anything

The JL: mild concern

Freddy: he also had the audacity to die right in front of Billy

J'onn: Billy?

Freddy: oh yeah, we didn't really have names for a long time at first, when we met some humans for the first time we decided to give ourselves a name, he chose William

The leauge is very concerned about the no name thing, what kind of parent doesn't name their children

Freddy mentions their sister and how she got kidnapped which made the leauge belive that the wizard did not care about her and just wanted a champion, hence why he made Freddy but he came out a "dud", and that's why Cap exists

Freddy completely forgot about what he did and is completely oblivious to what he caused

At some point Cap mentions the wizard in a present tense and confuses the JL

He explains that his ghost just hangs around the rock of eternity but is not helpful at all which makes the league want to punch the wizard even more

Captian says that he's just happy that he talks to him because he just ignores Freddys and Marys existance, that makes the leauge belive that he just ignored Freddys existance during the first few months of his life

At some point they start to belive that Mary wasn't ever kidnapped, just discarded to the side because the wizard believed she was defective

When the Leauge finally meets Mary they ask her about the Wizard, she has no idea who they're talking about

It leads them to believe that the wizard got rid of her before she even developed conciousenes

After they explain to her who they are talking about she finally gets it, she tells them how she doesn't really know him but Freddy seems to not like him

The leauge is seriously concerned for their friend and his siblings

Once they ask Captian if the wizard is his father (just to confirm some things) he answers no, that just because that man gave him his powers and brought meaning to his life doesn't mean that that's his father. They ask Freddy the same thing, he just looks at them with disgust, they ask Mary too, she looks at them like they're stupid

They really want to punch that wizard now because how much of a terrible father must you be that not a single one of your kids considers you their parent

This post doesn't do justice to the entire convo so to anyone who's on the divine discord I advise going to the writting channel and scrolling back a bit, there is a message connected to one of the first messages of this whole thing (and trust me there is a lot)

[rainathrownaway]

My siblings are not my oppressors. My brothers are not my oppressors. My sisters are not my oppressors.

Repeat it. Remember it. We must stand together or we will die separately. And standing together means supporting each other even if the problem isn't one that directly affects you. Because when my brother is hurt, I am hurt. When my sibling is hurt, I am hurt. And when I am hurt, I hope my brothers and siblings will be there for me as I would be there for them.

Op turned off reblogs but I think everyone should see it

[takumiraine]

Once Upon A Time chapter 5

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Jason Todd knew it was only a matter of time until his bubble burst and one of his brothers found out what he was getting up to. He was just hoping he could pull it off for a little longer. Even though the pit still reacted at the strangest times, he felt calmer, more normal, than he had in years. He wanted to hold it close and make sure nobody could take it from him.

From Replacement: you went back to college? Does B know?

Fuck.

—

Danny had been wary at first. Rich boy Jason Todd-Wayne in his college classes. The man was older than Jazz, though not by much, and a freshman with him. Either the guy was a bad influence or Danny just had really shitty luck.

He and the universe both knew the answer to than one really. But 60 bucks a week to reteach the guy basic math and Jason always gave him dinner in the deal? Danny wasn’t going to look that particular gift horse in the mouth. If there was one thing Danny had forgotten during the past almost two years it was how hungry his human side got. Not having money and being on the run meant opportunities to eat were few and far between.

What Danny didn’t expect was how sarcastic and assholish the rich guy could be. He loved trading snark. Danny assumed that it came from them both having older siblings. But between that and the half formed core that was slowly shoring up, Danny found himself growing attached. He had missed having friends. Getting to talk to Sam, Tucker and rarely Jazz through a conspiracy message board wasn’t enough. Most of the time it was just a way to make sure that nobody had been captured by the GIW. They had a way to pass longer messages but to do that too often would be suspicious.

“So I don’t get it,” Danny said, gesturing at Jason with some fries almost a month into tutoring, “What do people actually do at Galas? The tabloid pics just show a bunch of people in uncomfortable looking suits standing around with champagne.”

“….thats really it. It’s boring as shit.” Jason kicked his chair back on two legs, leaning against the wall. “If I liked you less I’d invite you.”

“If you liked me less?”

“Oh yeah. Because then you’d have to meet my brothers, the assorted not quite adopteds, my dad and scarier yet, our butler.” Danny choked on his laugh.

“Your butler is the scary one in that situation?”

“Alfred is like a ghost. Always there when you turn around.” Jason put on the accent “Master Jason, you really must come home more. Nobody quite enjoys my cooking like you.” He let the chair legs settle on the floor. “Now imagine that from behind you in a dark kitchen at two am while you’re half drunk and trying to make a sandwich.”

“Okay, yeah, I could see it being that scary. My sister was….” Shit he hadn’t meant to mention Jazz. “She was the only one who cared sometimes.” May as well rip that bandaid off.

“Yeah?” Jason asked, taking a drink from his coffee cup. “Didn’t know you had a sister.”

“My family and I don’t see each other anymore. It’s for the best.” He hoped Jason wouldn’t ask more questions, because ‘my parents sold me out to the government that only knew where I was because of the Justice League which is why I hate them and by association your dad, and now my sister is in hiding in a different state with a new identity’ was way too difficult to explain. “I left before they could kick me out.”

Danny watched Jason’s face twist into a frown. “Bigots suck. Sorry man.”

“Yeah…. Well…” Danny busied himself with finishing his burger. Then, once he chewed and swallowed. “Wait. Is your dad the one that fell into the champagne tower last year?”

Jason groaned, “he’s not always like that I promise.”

“No I get it. A weird ‘Family Friend’ invited us to his fancy party so he could hit on my mom once. I accidentally on purpose took out the entire buffet table including a cheese fountain so we had to go home.”

“Cheese fountain?”

“You know those chocolate fountains?” Danny asked. Jason nodded. “Like that, but with fondue cheese instead. And before you ask why, all I can say is it was in Wisconsin.”

Jason watched him with an unreadable expression for a moment, and Danny assumed he was processing it, because when the expression broke, Jason was laughing.

He looked so much younger when he laughed like that, and Danny remembered that they had both had, in their own ways, a rough life. “Yeah. I know. I was finding cheese in the weirdest places for weeks.”

“Did you get invited back?” Danny’s heart ached with the fact that a month or so later, Everything Fell Apart.

“No… I…” he cut himself off, remembering the horrified looks his parents gave him as their weapons, the ones he fixed, were turned against the ‘beast’ that ‘possessed’ their son. The looks mimicking the ones they gave him when the party screeched to a halt as he did his best impression of a Scooby Doo villain being unmasked. The screams of shock turning into ones of horror. The -

“-anny? Danny?” He blinked and shook his head.

“What? Oh, sorry.” He took another drink from the coffee, emptying the cup. “No. I never was asked back. You done?” He looked at their empty plates and grabbed the tray. “We should get to the library. Though I’m sure someone as good looking as you has plenty, these x-es won’t find themselves.” He was overcompensating for zoning out now, words coming out faster than normal.

“Yeah… are… you okay?” Jason asked, as Danny bussed their tray and grabbed his backpack, a backpack bought by his tutoring money. A tutoring gig he desperately did not want to fuck up with his own bullshit.

“Me? Fine. More than. I just zone out sometimes. Come on.” Danny’s words were still coming out too fast. He took a few breaths during the couple seconds Jason took getting his things, trying to ground himself as much as possible. He was going to be normal. He was going to be normal if it killed him. Again.

The walk to the library was quiet and Danny was thankful for that. He needed to get his head on straight if he was going to be any help to Jason and he still had his own homework to do after. As they walked in, both Danny and Jason instinctively looked towards the desk where Barbara usually worked, but she wasn’t there, some other guy was checking in books with quiet beeps.

Danny had learned over the last month that while Dick, Tim and Damian were Jason’s official siblings, Barbara was an unofficial one and he liked her the most.

It made sense, since she didn’t seem to pry into Jason’s life the way Jazz would have if she was here. Not that he would have minded her prying for how much he missed her, but four years ago he would have hated it.

—

Jason knew the haunted and hunted look that had settled into Danny’s eyes. The way he trailed off into something vacant. How his breathing seemed to get stuck in his chest. Which is why he tried to interrupt the cycle before he could spiral. Something big happened to him, and Jason knew he wouldn’t want to break down in a cafe in front of people.

Thankfully he seemed to snap out of it quickly, instead overcompensating into energetic. The message was clear. ‘Don’t ask about what just happened.’ Carefully, Jason let Danny lead him into the library, aware of his positioning and making sure not to follow too far behind or loom too much. Considering he had at least six inches on Danny, that last part was hard, but he tried.

He could feel the pit spiraling in him, circling and coiling like a dragon deep in his chest. Itching to do…. Something. It wasn’t punch or claw or fight. This was new. He didn’t like it in the slightest.

He looked over to where Babs usually was, then remembered she had a class, criminal justice degree, how apt, as he and Danny went towards what was now their spot. Jason found he had the sudden impulse to pull Danny’s chair out for him, and shoved that particular useless idea back down into the abyss it belonged in.

—

Danny looked over at Jason who stood at the edge of the table looking…. Angry? Confused? and pulled out his own books. “I promise, my zoning out isn’t contagious.” He said, looking up at Jason and kicking the chair across from him out from under the table for Jason to sit. He gave a wry smile, “if it was, I don’t think anyone in my high school would have made it.”

Jason snorted a laugh, snapping out of whatever thoughts he had been thinking. Jason pulled the chair out further and sat, sitting more comfortably than he used to. More of the true Jason, Danny was realizing, less of the person he was supposed to be. In another lifetime…. But no. He couldn’t… not while he was being hunted. It wouldn’t be fair to Jason to have to hide such a huge part of himself and his past.

Not to mention he hadn’t ever come out to Jazz and his friends. Well he had…. But more in the ‘hey I’m dead but not really’ way and less in the ‘so I like guys’ way.

But in spite of those barriers, this tentative friendship with Jason was enough to keep him happy.

Which made the next kick in the teeth from the universe completely expected.

All he had wanted was to walk home in peace. Sure it was almost midnight, in Gotham, but still. He made it most of the way, and was slinking through the Bowery when it happened.

Guys with dark clothes and weapons were suddenly in front of him. He turned only to see more at his back. There had to be five in total? Or was it six? Danny didn’t have time to count.

“Hey guys.” He hedged, muscles tensing as he raised his hands to show he wasn’t a threat. “Don’t mind me, I’m just trying to get home. Long walk and all that. If I could just…. Scooch past you?” Danny took a step to do just that and the lead goon swung at him with a baton.

He hopped back slightly, dodging the hit when it came. “Not a chance. Boss needs some…. Help with his latest ideas. You’re coming with us.”

Danny ran through his options in his head. Option 1: get kidnapped. Option 2: get the shit kicked out of him. Option 3: beat the shit out of them and get labeled as a possible bat to be or possible rogue to be. Option 4: go fully ghost and either escape unscathed but wind up more firmly on the GIW’s radar.

Option two or three would wind up happening, because he wasn’t going to put himself at the mercy of the Bat-ass again, and he wasn’t going to offer himself up on a silver platter to the GIW.

The moment one tried to grab him, Danny dodged out of the way, and that seemed to bring the goons on him en masse. They seemed well practiced, but considering it was Gotham, there wasn’t a big surprise there. The next few minutes were a flurry of elbows and knees, punches and kicks, batons and clubs.

Danny would dodge and counter, disarm one and fling their weapon across the street. He would have sore ribs and bruises from his elbows to his knuckles come morning but he was slowly winnowing them down. He had a brief thought about the conservation of ninjutsu, as the fewer goons there were the stronger they seemed to get. The realistic answer was they were less concerned with hurting each other when there were fewer of them, he knew that. But everything was more fun with ninjas.

When there were three left, one threw a punch that connected with his nose. There was a pop and crunch and a hot rush of blood down his face even before the pain set in. He spat out the blood that collected in his mouth from the way his head snapped back when he was punched. Another one came at him, and his own years of training caught the guy’s arm, judo throwing them into another look and sending them both careening into a wall. The move was trickier with gravity, but he made it work.

Danny looked up at the last remaining goon. He grinned, teeth too sharp and stained with his own blood, eyes glowing just the faintest green. “Run.”

They did.

Unfortunately for the goon, they ran smack into the chest of one Batman.

[dunmeshistash]

haaaii dr meshi!!! tomorrow is my bday!

anyways, I'm here cuz I wanna ask for that tiny manga ryoko kui did of that robot that turned into a girl for some kind of mission... some people say it's trans allegory and as a fellow trans girl I need to save it... haha thank u!

Happy Birthday!!!!! 🥳 Hope you have a great day!!! 💖

It's called "how to be that girl" from a collection called "glamorous fellows" (alternative link)

From what I understand rather than a trans allegory it might just be straight up trans?

Spoilers but from what I understand the trans person isn't the robot but rather the sister the guy borrows clothes from.

More spoilers with screenshots under the cut cause I also didn't get it at first

The guy says "Sibling" and from what I understand he also says a gender neutral term in japanese instead of imouto (little sister) like the robot does.

I've seen someone point out how the clothes are baggy to hide the frame of the person wearing

And then these whole pages

He's uncomfortable with how much the robot has changed and is wondering if they "Feel like you're not you anymore", I think the guy is relating it to the changes his own sister went thru while transitioning? Especially cause we meet her right after that scene. Also apparently the name Hiroki isn't an usual name for a girl so she might have kept that name or not changed it yet.

Anyway the sister is trans and her brother was thinking about her while seeing a speedrun transition by the robot, I think it's pretty cool.

[hellincarnation]

The Manipulative Brilliance Of The Hunger Games

Hunger games is so good because it’s about giving you the sense of empathy and pity, while showing a group of people (the Capitol) who feel nothing of the sort and that juxtaposition makes you want more.

Let’s start all the way from the beginning.

Methods used by the Capitol to exert full control over all the districts:

The Method Of Reaping (selecting the tributes)

POINT 1: BUILDING BOUNDARIES WITHIN DISTRICTS-

If you haven’t watched hunger games, the method of selecting the tributes is left to chance. Why does this look familiar? It’s the method used by governments in the Vietnam War to draft soldiers. Using this same lottery system makes The Hunger Games feel more real, like this could really happen to you.

By The Capitol’s design, when you get chosen, someone can volunteer in your place to be a tribute in The Hunger Games. This is rarely done because who would choose to enter a game where your death possibility is so high?

The air of silence when you are picked as a tribute sends a message “Someone could save you right now. But they won’t. They won’t.”

That friend that promised you they would be a friend forever, the sibling that was raised with you, your mother, your brother, your sister, your friend. None of them are going to save you.

And this affects the whole district, it reminds them that at the end of the day, no matter how much of a friend your companions assure you they are, when you are picked as a tribute to die, they WILL NOT SAVE YOU.

Thus, it puts up boundaries preventing a district from getting too emotionally close with each other. Because you could be so friendly to someone but at the end of the day, they wouldn’t help you.

Effectively preventing districts from banding together and launching a revolution against the Capitol.

The Method Of Solely Using Children

POINT 2: BUILDING BOUNDARIES BETWEEN DISTRICTS-

So the Capitol, using the method of point 1 has successfully prevented districts from banding together internally. Now, how do we stop districts from working externally with each other against the Capitol?

Hate.

Hate and Fear.

See hunger games isn’t just a game. It’s an entertainment experience hiding a public execution.

But it’s not the Capitol executing these tribute, oh no! It’s using tributes from different districts to kill one another. Using this method, the Capitol effectively has their hands as clean as possible superficially, while simultaneously pitting districts against each other.

Mind you, all the tributes chosen are between 12 to 18 years old. CHILDREN. The Capitol is playing on two levels,

1. Making each district look even more savage. For when put into the hunger games, everyone loses their morals. Forcing the savagery out of mere children, it implies that if children are already this bloodthirsty, how crazy must their parents be? This benefits the upper class of Panem by reducing the lower districts to savage animals.

2. Making each district have a plausible reason for despising each other. Back to my point that all tributes are children. Parents must watch as their child is forced to abandon their morality or die. So the relatives of the fallen tribute associate their child’s killer with the bad ones.

For example I am from district 10 and my child is killed by a tribute from district 5. Not only will I mourn the loss of my child but I will direct my hatred at district 5, not the Capitol.

The Method of Display

-Being Dolled up

When the tributes are shipped out to the capitol, they get dressed in finery, they get made up like one of the members of the Capitol. This in itself is vicious mockery. It sends the message “You look like one of us, but you will be sent to your death and we will watch. You may look like one of us, but you will NEVER be one of us” What this achieves is setting the members of Capitol on the level of gods who only see humans as playthings to be dressed up and killed for entertainment.

-Being put on talkshows

Tributes then need to be on a parody of our real world talkshows, forced to laugh along with the hosts and endure the personal questions and inquires.

In conclusion, what does The Method Of Display achieve? It mocks all the districts, while simultaneously elevating The Capitol to gods.

The Method of Dehumanisation

Using all of these methods, the Capitol degrades the tributes to products to be sold. Think of those idol shows in real world where viewers vote on the ones they want to win. Tributes become personas to ‘Stan’ and support. By combining the mockery of dressing them up like they belong, to forcing them to act like they DO belong, it achieves the desired message to all the districts “None of you are at our level.”

The Method of False Winners

So you’ve won the hunger games. But have you actually won? Your status as a killer on national television, your PTSD and trauma, your mental state says otherwise. No one wins the hunger games. They survive the hunger games and get forgotten by the time the next one comes around.

Five By Five Takes on YouTube makes an excellent point which I will now paraphrase:

When you win the hunger games, you not only become a weapon of the Capitol but a symbol of false hope for the districts. By having a victor, it echoes the idea that sure the hunger games are awfully deadly but there is a chance you could win. The victors of the hunger games get to live in finery, if you’re from the poorer districts, this gives you a hope for a better life. And humans, even in real life, run on hope.

The Capitol

At the start of the movies, the people of The Capitol look like MONSTERS. Why? They are so devoid of empathy, they watch people die with the energy you’d use while watching a funny comedy.

When we watch movies, we try to put ourselves in the shoes of the characters. This is why self inserts are so popular in fandoms (im writing another short analysis of why some fandoms are so much more successful than others) However…a majority of people wouldn’t want to insert themselves in such a dangerous situation like hunger games.

Personally, when I watched the Hunger Games movies, I went “Thank god that isn’t me.” But then my thoughts suddenly went to “I would sacrifice other people if I didn’t have to go.” And what does that sound like ladies and gentlemen and other? You start realising that you’re thinking like a person from The Capitol. BOOM. From empathising with the tributes to suddenly realising you’d do anything to not be a tribute, you start realising how human the ‘monsters’ of the Capitol are.

Conclusion of this point:

The Capitols are horrible people. But they are as human as the rest of us. Any one of us could be a member of the Capitol with enough influences and experience.

Overall Conclusion

The Hunger Games are so brilliant because they play with your emotions, opinions and morals, using them against you in the most twisted way possible. All while hiding it all under a guise of entertainment.

-The End-

lol it’s not proofread, I wrote it in about an hour. My first full analysis ever. I’m gonna keep making them. Give me feedback :)

Like, Reblog or Reply if you like this analysis. Or don’t. I could not care less, it’s just a hobby of mine:)

This is Part 1 of my hunger games series of analysis

Link to another great analysis here

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[song-of-the-sunrise]

My greatest claim to fame injury (which didn't luckily turn severe) was when I slammed into the front passenger window of a moving Cadillac and nearly gave the old woman driving a heart attack.

Daytona Beach, Florida. Summer after first grade. My family went on a trip to Disneyland and it was my first time ever seeing cars that could drive and park along the sands. It was nice, the weather had let up and the sun was shining without a cloud after having had about two/three days of non stop rain pour. Me and my step siblings raced to see who could reach the water first. Them being the oldest (about mid to late high-school) obviously reached the water first with how much bigger they were. My mom and their dad called the three of us back so we could get sunblock put on before we were cooked in the sun. My step brother and sister shot off like bullets while I was left scrambling behind, I still thought we were racing and I was about to pull my greatest card that I thought would get me the speed I needed. I craned my spine forward for a more aerodynamic form like I would have always seen on commercials for smooth cars that the wind rolled over.

I ran straight legged with my back bent to put me at essentially a 90° angle. And I booked it.

The wind was in my ears, the sun on my back and the blood pounding my overactive ADHD riddled brain that kept me from hearing my family telling me to stop. It wasn't until I heard my mom screech my name that I looked up in time to slam my face into the window of the car that had happened to be passing by to try and find her own spot to park on the sand and I fell onto my back. The rest is blurry and funky, I was never examined or taken to make sure everything was fine. My mother was profusely apologizing to the 70 some old woman who was in absolute tears thinking she had killed me. And then we spent the rest of our vacation in relative peace other than the usual stressors of taking a fairly large family on vacation

(Don't actually expect you guys to do it, I'm just having fun lolololol)

@philip-the-nickel @mojo-chojo @luidilovins

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[lipstickchainsaw]

The little hallway spat between Jinx and Vi is great. For one thing, the glowing mushrooms that respond to sound are such a fun set piece to really bring every actual hit home. The way Vi dropping (rather than tossing) the gauntlets made the whole place light up bright was very cool in an 'oh shit it's on' kind of way.

Second, the whole thing is a real sibling fight where you're both being kind of assholes but you don't really want to hurt the other one anyway. I've fought with my brother like this a lot (admittedly, not by the time we were as old as Vi and Jinx are, but they've missed a serious chunk of their sibling relationship, so it makes sense they're catching up). This low-stakes spat is also what allows Isha to join in without it feeling weird.

It is also exemplified in how the fight stops the moment someone actually gets hurt, with Jinx immediately rushing to Isha's side, and then handling her being hurt pretty damn good. If you're overly fussy over a kid getting hurt, they'll pick up on and internalise that panic, and freak out, whereas if you're relatively calm about it ('still got all your insides?'), they'll be much more resilient.

This, in turn, combined with the artwork outside, allows Vi to really start seeing Jinx in another light, and forces her to acknowledge that... her sister's actually doing way better than she is, right now, which is wild to think about.

After all, Vi is the one who picked this fight, and continued to even when Jinx didn't rise to her initial provocation, because she was Having Complicated Feelings and needed to Hit Someone about it.

Also a fun beat, Vi pulls on Jinx' braids, much like Rictus will, later. Something about Jinx caring about something leaving her more vulnerable in some ways (even as it makes her much stronger in others).

[cass-kiram]

What if we give Caitlyn a little brother/sister 🥹?

Aww, i love this sososo much.

Siblings

Summary: Brothers and sisters...

Pairing(s): Cassandra Kiramman x Reader, Daughter!Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader, Kiramman's x Male OC!Son

Notes: The son is named Christopher - Chris for short. I thought of the running 'C' theme in all of their names

Lying on your shared bed with your wife, mouth open as slight snores pour out from your lips. Creaking from the doorway has your eyes opening, finding a small body stood in the doorway you lean onto your elbows, careful as to not wake up the woman beside you.

The child quickly walks over to the bed and looks up at you with innocent eyes, "What's up, bud?" You reach a hand over to stroke his messy hair out of his eyes.

"Cait, is being mean." He pouts his lips and crosses his arms, his small eyebrows furrowing. You glance at the bedside table and check the time, noticing it's only three in the morning you decide to question him.

"Why are you up?" Hell, why's she up at this time? You reach over to pick him up and pull him onto the bed with you, propping him up in your lap.

"W-well Cait was being loud, and i couldn't sleep." He stutters out as he twiddles with his thumbs, you sigh softly and close your eyes.

You ruffle his hair before you move him to sit next to his other mum, "How about I go and tell her to be quiet, yeah?" You smile softly at him nodding his head.

Standing up, you run a hand over your face and walk out of the room towards your eldest's room, knocking on you enter once you hear you can.

"Cait, please be quiet, you know how your brother struggles to sleep with noise." You lean against the doorway before you raise your eyebrow at the sight of her room, papers everywhere.

"Well it's not my fault he's such a baby." She snarks back.

"Caitlyn!" You hushed back at her words, sighing and leaning your head against your arm, "Please, just try. I don't know how much longer your mum and I can take. He comes in nearly every night stating that his big sister is being a meanie."

Her facial expression softens at the confession, her jaw clenches briefly as she turns her head away from you. She already knows how stressed you two have been recently, with Cassandra being on the council and you being one of the most trusted enforcers.

"Cait?"

"I know. I-I'll keep it down." She glances towards you before she awkwardly looks away and down towards one of the papers on the pin board.

You nod and knock on the doorframe before closing the door, you spin on your heel and rub your eyes as you enter your room again.

Chuckling at the sight of your son cuddled against your wife, you walk over to the bed and kiss their heads before you tuck yourself in and doze off yourself.

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"Be careful!" Cass states as she watches Caitlyn chase Chris around the living room, she sits down next to you snuggling into you as you wrap your arm around her shoulder.

He squeals loudly causing you to wince slightly, before you chuckle as Caitlyn picks him up and holds him upside down, dangling him in the air.

Cassandra is rather holding a more scared look on her face, fearing that Caitlyn might drop her youngest.

Taking a sip of your water, you turn your head towards the TV and watch whatever show has been put on.

"Are we sure that it's safe for them to be running around like that?" Your wife whispers into your ear as she watches Chris now chase Caitlyn...with a pillow in his hands.

"They'll be fine." You lean over to kiss her temple softly, "Hows your paperwork coming along?" You ask her as you watch Chris jump onto the single sofa as scream at Caitlyn. She laughs at him and moves a hand forward to poke him, causing him to giggle.

"It's been manageable, always worth it knowing i'm coming home to my lover and two troublemakers." She reaches a hand up to stroke your chin and pulls you into a kiss when the kids aren't looking. Unfortunately a loud squeal is what makes you break apart.

You chuckle softly and raise yourself from the sofa, you pick up your daughter and release your son from her grasp, making her squeal in fear, "Let the kid breathe."

You sit her down on a different couch and chuckle at her expression, she crosses a leg over the other and crosses her arms as you walk away and sit back in your original spot.

You roll your eyes as your wife chuckles when Caitlyn sticks out her tongue to Chris.

You couldn't be more happy with your small family...

[lady-of-the-lyre]

Can we talk about Mel Medarda in Arcane now? I'm doing it regardless. Know that this post will contain spoilers for Mel in Arcane season 2. Proceed with caution if you haven't watched it yet!

"You're not my brother!"

When Mel is kidnapped by The Black Rose, Ambessa is enraged. As she should be. But when Mel watches Elora be killed by them and their power, she shoved that trauma down into a box in her mind. Because she knew Elora wouldn't want her to die here, too. So when she finds Kino down there, she was obviously shocked, distraught, and happy in a way. But then, it became clear to her that he wasnt Kino.

Somehow, Mel looked at someone wearing Kino's face, speaking with her dead brother's voice, and she killed him to protect herself and try to escape. But can we talk about how much strength that took?

I have a step sister. I don't have any blood siblings but I do have friends who I think of my siblings. But if I was trapped with them and found out they were alive after I lost them, only for me to find out that they are not them? I don't know if I would be able to kill them, even if I knew I'd have a shot at escaping. Sure, I'd likely be furious that they pretended. But still. I could never look at the face of someone I loved like family and kill them.

Mel had to do that. She did that and she (hopefully) survived. But how much strength that has to have taken for her is extraordinary. She was already suffering from watching Elora's death. She's likely also traumatized by how she ended up in that prison. But yet, Mel did what she had to in order to survive and protect herself. Now, as of posting this, act 3 is yet to have come out.

But I'm seriously thinking that Mel might not survive. Or at least, if she does, she won't be herself anymore.

I love all the characters from Arcane. Even Jayce (although he's an idiot and awful right now). But Mel? I feel a bit closer to her than even Jinx, who I love as my favorite character. Mel is a survivor with badass tendencies and she's definitely stronger than anyone thought. Yes, she manipulated Jayce. But Silco did the same to Jinx!

I'm really thinking about how much I love this show and I'm terrified for act 3 tbh. I hope Ekko and Heimerdinger are okay. Better than Jayce, anyways.

Just wanted to talk about Mel and her strength.

[noodles-and-tea]

Siblings siblings siblings siblings!

[kayiiin]

Siblings siblings siblings siblings-

[donut251155]

EXACTLY!!! Kou would rip y'all to shreds if he saw how you are talking about his big brother

Also people are hating on Teru also because he pushed Nene??? Dawg if ANYONE was in my way to check if my sister is fine I would RUN THROUGH THEM LIKE A FUCKING BULL WHO GAF ABOUT NENE RN ARE WE FUCKING KIDDING??? Yea, Nene's gonna be affected by Kou's death too but not NEARLY like Teru. Sibling love is the strongest love and the tightest bond, if you're an only child you'll never know how Teru felt

Anwyay, you couldn't have said it better!! Keep it up Teru truther

Kou's death

He died as the selfless idiot he is, but most of the fandom is missing a part. I've seen so many people talk about Teru and Akane seeing his dead body down the well, but nobody who said this:

He looks comforted by the lightning, some kind of wicked comfort.

"My brother's lightning…" he doesn't look like he feels betrayed, at all.

He was trying to kill Nene, one of his best friends, and he never would've been able to forgive himself if he succeeded. He's glad his BROTHER stopped him, that he was the one to wipe him away from the living world, even tho it was an accident

He finally understands what Hanako and Mitsuba meant by saying they want HIM, someone they trust, to exorcise them. It's hard to imagine as a living person, but as a dangerous supernatural it's as clear as day

What was Kou's best departure, was Teru's worst goodbye