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jelloopy · 4 years ago

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TAZ Grad Ep 27

The boys are in front of the Godscar chasm (This is spooky right off the bat lets see where this goes)

FUCK Argo rolled a 1 and is being strongly affected by the chasm he grabs onto Fitz’ shoulder for balance (Maplekeen shippers come get yall juice.)

T h e m u s i c (I will lose my mind as soon as this album is out good lord)

Argo is seeing himself attacking his boys? (Holy shit where is this going?)

IT WAS A FUCKING DREAM THANK FUCKING GOD (This better not be one of those things like Duck had in Amnesty I’ll fight.)

Griffin being pissed that he rolled a nat 20 on perception in a fucking dream and declaring that he’s withholding that until a more opportune time.

Uh oh…. Where are Firbolg and Fitz?

awe they left him a note! It’s okay!

GRAY BETTER BACK OFF IM ALREADY PISSED IM NOT EVEN 6 MIN INTO THE EPISODE AND IM ALREADY DONE. THIS MOTHER FUCKER NEEDS TO DIE AND QUICK. s t o p h u r t i n g a r g o 2 0 2 0

”That’s just dad’s inner monologue” that’s… awe come on “sorry my son came in here and said that bullshit” “awe Henry come on man” “being a bad son is genetic it seems” (Pure gold I love this family)

Sabor saying he was “somewhere else for a second” (does not give me the best vibes ngl…. Sabor’s p sus)

Justin’s new podcast law around Sabor and Firbolg. (Tbh I was a big fan of the slow arduous talking scenes but I will live I suppose…)

Sabor…………………… why are you so sus rn. Ur just tired. Stop being cryptic p l e a s e.

”I have been giving this much thought” “hell yes.”

FESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE MUSIC CAME ON AND I BECAME INSTANTLY FERAL HOLY CRAP FESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (I have been waiting for their return omfg)

”Would you like to party with the fairy’s?” “I need some sort of survival guarantee that I’ll make it through the evening” (This is an extremely viable request)

“Snippers don’t be like that…” “It’s okay I’m flattered!” (I need subtitles for Snippers p l e a s e)

“But this Lil guy is my familiar. He’s not the source of my magical powers, as far as I know… that would be a pretty late season twist.” “DAMNIT GRIFFIN YOU FIGURED IT OUT! All magic in Nua flows through snippers”

FESTO AND GORDY HAVE PARTIED TOGETHER WHAT A DUO (I need fanart of them STAT)

damnit they haven’t partied with Chaos

OH SHIT they don’t know about Fitzroy’s connection with Chaos

oop this is…. Oop. “if your source of magic is external you should not have been able to access it within the crypt.”

“I also have a habit of delighting people” “HM!”

He lovingly refers to them as his “Boys”

“that wasn’t Argo that was your dad” “CLINT?! THE POWERFUL WIZARD!?” (Clint is truly a multidimensional and plane hopping wizard. We stan)

“we need a name for this multiverse that Clint Travels through” “How about the Clinterous” “TRAVIS. Honestly Travis! Are you fucking kidding me?!” (I………… why Travis… why)

Thank god they all use the restroom before they leave

Argo was literally stabbing in his sleep….?

Firbolg’s first pair of shorts! ‘N he enjoys them. V v happy with this

This means that Gray is actively in Argo’s mind, twisting what he hears! That’s dogshit he needs to stop (s t o p h u r t i n g a r g o 2 0 2 0)

Firbolg has yet to tell them about his dad’s passing and Fitz’ respects that. Argo on the other hand goes ahead and pries in on it.

(Fits their characters tbh)

“Are we just not going to class anymore?” “It’s all Virtual” (I had to stop and laugh for a good minute bc of the delivery by Justin. It got me)

Hero is in front of the Chasm… bb are you ok...

Fitz’ whistling to get Hero’s attention… (Fitz… he’s not a Dog anymore bud…)

Hero has been working up the courage to explore the Chasms! (Pls take him with you)

“you were a dog for a long time you think that you’d be used to people cleaning up your mess” it gets a smile out of hero AND Firby starts to dance! (I need all of the Firby cosplayers to make a TikTok with this and I need all artists to draw this stat. I need the dopamine p l e a s e)

“He does this any time he makes a slam dunk of a joke we just have to let him finish”

God I love when they back up for a min and do some good ol table talk

”I’m talking as a human being Justin Mcelroy father of two.”

“If you guys win a demon war? It’s at least an A-” “what would it take to get the A+?” “You could bring me a fruit basket” (The absolute Corruption… lmao)

Niceee Hero is gonna go work with Althea this is gonna be great.

Yes griffin giving that perception check NO CLINT WITH THAT FUCKING NAT 1 (Clint needs new dice that are blessed please)

Fitz sees Argo take out his blade and sees a look in his eyes. Firby sees it too. (aaaaaand I was right it was one of those “Duck” scenarios ….. damnit)

Firby uses thorn whip around Argo’s wrist and he doesn’t fight it. ( :( )

Fitz insists that he goes into Argo’s mind to see what’s going on and Argo agrees but as Fitz gets near him he puts up a fight… (This is getting quite concerning)

FIRBOLG CASTS HOLD PERSON. HOLY SHIT. BRO. (I did not know he could do that… damn alright…)

Clint your VA is so good I adore you so much. (I just need to tell him that he is doing an amazing job. Pulling at my heartstrings constantly)

Maplekeen shippers come get your angst (I don’t ship it myself but I cannot imagine what the tags are gonna look like after this bc damn…)

CLINT YOU NEED TO FUCKING GET RID OF THAT D20 DUDE

Gray is in Argo’s mindscape. Mother FUCKER.

Fitz casts Thunderwave at Gray on-site and a Lil to cocky like Gray puts up a hand to block it but underestimates Fitz and goes flying about 10ft back (This is… mmmmm yes I’m very comfortable with the energy we’ve created in the studio today)

“Stop fucking cheating!” (YO HE CURSED REALLY WELL!!!!!! He’s learning!)

YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT MOTHER FUCKER BE SURPRISED BY FITZ AND RUN AWAY YOU COWARD (God I hate this dude)

“Festo wouldn’t do anything to hurt me” *silence* (Sus)

The portal in the Chasm... ever-growing… Opalescent being with white eyes...

ORDER?!

I’m very intrigued. I enjoy how Fitz is annoyed instead of angry most of the time. It really brings into perspective that this is kinda a useless war that doesn’t need to happen. That also the Warforged from the last episode was onto something with the question of “why six months?).

#taz spoilers #taz g #tazg #tazgraduation #taz graduation #theadventurezone #the adventure zone #thezonecast #the zone cast #firbolg #tazfirbolg #taz firbolg #argonaut keene #sir fitzroy maplecourt #sir fitzroy maplecourt knight in absentia in the realm of goodcastle #chaos #demon prince gray

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singtotheskiies · 5 years ago

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an intervention was needed // thor x platonic!reader

request: Hey hey! I hope you're well & safe ☺️ can i request a fluffy but more platonic thor x reader, it's kinda specific: the reader is an asgardian and she's bff with Thor, basically like a sister. So he finally comes back to fight in Endgame after being depressed and shutting her out, and they reunite and there's a lot of feels and he just feels like a disappointment and a mess but she's like.. aw my sweet asgardian boi :( ill take care of u now, and oof i got carried away 😅 ty in advance hun!!

summary: after the fall of asgard, thor shut you out from his life completely. five years later, when that life is in danger, you take it upon yourself to fix things—if you are able.

words: 1497

warnings: infinity war/endgame spoilers, angst (sO much angst dude i never write it but this time,,,, i did), fluff at the end tho;)

a/n: i am SO sorry for the delay in writing this imagine—school has been very tough recently because teachers still feel the need to assign hours of work every day. however, this was a wonderful request, and i am absolutely loving writing, so please keep sending ‘em in!!! i love you all💕

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There were plenty of upsides to being Asgardian—increased reflexes and fighting skills, the ability to down enough liquor to make mortals stare, and of course your special power—the ability to heal physical wounds. Due to your fighting and healing abilities, the Avengers had taken you on as a valuable asset to their pursuit of justice. You had been on Midgard for a few years, now, and while it gave you great joy to be able to help, it was also the root of many of your problems.

You hadn’t been there when Asgard was ravaged by Thanos. Instead, you had been with the rest of the Avengers, discussing a possible threat in Seattle. You had felt the devastating pull in your gut that alerted you of something wrong in your home world. Instantly, you bolted to your feet, screaming for Heimdall to transport you so you could help in any way you can. You shouted your throat ragged, but you learned three unbearable days later that there was no more Bifrost tower and no Heimdall to defend it.

To make matters worse, you suffered not only the loss of your homeland, but also the presence of your best friend Thor. He had entered your room after those three days a broken shell of a man. You had tried to get through to him, to connect and mourn over your losses, but he had been nothing but cold to you.

“You cannot understand my grief,” he told you in a cold, distant voice you could barely recognize as his own.

“We are both Asgardians, Thor!” you cried. “We mourn for the same land—the land of our fathers and mothers before us.”

“And where were you when that land needed your help?” he snarled, turning and glaring at you.

“I screamed Heimdall’s name for an hour,” you spat indignantly, tears beginning to burn their way down your cheeks. “No one was there, it wasn’t my fault!”

“I had to watch my own brother die,” Thor choked, unable to control the tears welling up in his own eyes. “Thanos murdered him like he was merely an insect—but he was my brother. Do you have any idea—“

“Loki was also an acquaintance of mine, and I view his loss with no small sorrow. I cannot imagine the pain you must feel, my friend.”

“Friend,” Thor spat. “I hardly think so.”

“Please, Thor, rid yourself of this anger—I do not recognize you.”

“Perhaps it is for the better.”

With that, he spun Mjolnir and flew to gods-knew-where. You were so numb that it took you hours to notify Tony of the gaping hole through the building.

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You stood stock-still, emotions swirling from shock to embarrassment to pure confusion as you took in the man in front of you. He hadn’t shown his face on Earth the whole five years, and you were completely shocked at what he had done to himself. “Thor?” you breathed. “Why are you—um—well—“

He looked down his nose at you, tilting his sunglasses down with the hand that wasn’t holding a can of beer. Squinting, he tried to realize who he was speaking to. His realization was so slow that you could literally see it blooming across his features. When he recognized it was you, he merely turned around, mumbling something about wanting a Bloody Mary. You stared blankly after him as he stumbled out of the room, your mouth hanging open.

“Not sure what happened there,” Steve said as he came up behind you. “Clearly he hasn’t been taking things well.”

“Yes, I can see that,” you managed.

“Are you doing okay? I know you guys had a fight of some kind the last time he was here.”

“Yes, yes. I’m going to see if I can talk to him and find out what’s going on,” you decided. “He cannot fight like this.”

“I agree,” Steve said, wishing you luck as he left to confer with Natasha.

Although you tried, you had no luck throughout the day in getting Thor alone—mostly due to the fact that you were in meetings nearly constantly, and he seemed to be in a drunken stupor for every single one. It was sort of the elephant in the room for everybody, and you could tell more than a few of them were wondering if he was even capable of fighting in this state. Even you had your doubts about your former friend, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

As it happened, you didn’t get your chance until late that night, when most of the Avengers were in their rooms thinking about the subjects of the day’s meetings. Taking a deep breath, you set your jaw resolutely and made your way through the numerous corridors to Thor’s room. Your heart pounded, but you furrowed your brow defiantly. You were Asgardian, and you definitely had the strength to help Thor out of—whatever this was.

At least, you hoped so.

You knocked on the door and were met with silence for several moments. Raising your knuckles, you were just about to repeat your action when you heard a faint mumble.

“‘s there?”

“It’s me.” You inhaled deeply, praying you wouldn’t be electrocuted on the spot. There was another, even longer silence, before—

“C’me in.” You were floored at his response, but recovered and turned the doorknob softly. The sight you were met with broke your heart.

Thor sat on the floor, leaning against his bed with tears tracking their way down his face and into his beard. Cans of alcohol littered the floor, and you could smell the sickly-sweet stench from where you stood. You forgot the five years of silence in an instant and rushed to his side, sitting down next to him.

“Thor?” you managed, and he turned his tear-filled eyes on you. As he took in your worried face, his own crumpled and he began to sob anew, nearly falling into you as you wrapped your arms around him. You simply let him cry for a while, rubbing soothing circles on his back with your thumbs. Eventually, he sat back up, his motions slow and sad. “What is it?” you ask.

“Seeing my brother die—my home laid waste—how do I move past that? How can I live knowing what has happened? I was unable to save Loki or Asgard,” he said, his words falling with deadly conviction. His voice lowered even more as he finished. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t even save myself.”

“Oh, Thor,” you whispered. These five years must have been pure hell for him. His eyes were tortured as they looked into yours, and without thinking, you took his hand as you spoke.

“What you have witnessed will no doubt haunt you for the rest of your life. I say now as I did five years ago that while I mourn with you, I cannot fathom how deep your sorrow must be. I can tell it has plagued you these last five years, and I only wish I had tried to fix things earlier. Thor, you could not have done anything more to save our world and everyone in it. You may be a god, but that does not mean you do not have limits. You fought hard, my friend. And I am proud of you. I am.” He was watching you intently as you spoke, tears renewing themselves as you went on.

“But this—“ You motioned to the alcohol scattered around the room. “This is not like you. You do not deserve to fade away into nothing, brought down by your own devices. Instead, you must take your grief and rage and use it as motivation, use it to heal. Only then can you find within yourself what you so desperately need. And I will be here every step of the way to help you through.”

Thor’s eyes overflowed again, but this time you could sense relief radiating off him. He drew you in for another hug, and you held him tight, knowing this is what he had needed to hear all this time. “Thank you, my friend,” he whispered in your ear.

“I am happy to do it, Thor. I would do anything to help you,” you told him sincerely.

“I must also apologize from the depths of my heart for shutting you out. The only thing my actions accomplished was create more hurt for both of us. I needed you by my side and instead I pushed you away.”

“It was only natural, Thor. You were grieving and were unsure of how to handle yourself. All is forgiven now,” you said, smiling at him. “Now, if you feel able, shall we go to the kitchen? I find that Midgardian food is most helpful in times like these.” You stood up, extending a hand to him.

And for the first time in five years, Thor felt hope coursing through him and found that he, too, was able to smile.

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justcallmenikki7 · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction To: A Rival Wanting You (Mafia!Au)

Summary: a rival wants you to be there’s.

Request: Anon said ‘i love your mafia au writings so much!!! so i wonder if u can write bts reaction when one of his gang rival likes their girlfriend and trying to make her theirs.’

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, Namjoon is an ass, tae has a slight daddy kink, brief mention of smut, Mafia Au, I kind of made the boys kind of crazier minded (like kook is slightly crazy).

Notes: tada, idk what to say haha.

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Jin:

You were sitting on Jin’s lap in office while he does his paper work, wanting to try and spend some time with him before he left for his meeting with a rival gang who wants to make amends. It was quiet between you both, partially because he was working on some work; and the other being because you both enjoy each other’s presence. You two did not have to talk all of the time while you bother were with each other, something you both love.

You sadly had to face the fact that this peacefulness was not going to last as long as you thought it was.

Hearing the news that the rival gang leader wanted you as a way to make amends between your boyfriends gang and his was astonishing. You could not believe some pig thought that making a person an object in their scheme was right. To make matters worse, they wanted you.

Why would they want me? You thought. But only to have your thoughts go away once you felt your boyfriend move abruptly. His grip on your hips tighten as he stood up, dragging you along with him. Jin did not say a word to Taehyung, the one who delivered the news to the both of you, as you both left. You did not say a word to your boyfriend, knowing that he needed to think before he acted on his instincts to kill.

Once you both made it to your guys shared bedroom, Jin opened the bedroom door, allowing you to go in first before slamming it shut right behind him.

“This fucking piece of shit is going to die.” Him growled out, now allowing his anger to show. “Well, think again, pal, she’s mine. You’re mine.” Jin stated, turning you around so you could face him. His eyes were showing madness, something that rarely happens. You know that it is going to take him a while to release his emotions, only you knowing that it is going to be the rivals funeral.

Knowing the few things that could only sedate him for just a while until he makes it to the conference was your words and your actions. Wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him in close to you and pressing a kiss to his lips, “I’m yours, Jin. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Now, make it back home safe with Namjoon and the others. I don’t want you going anywhere either.”

Yoongi:

Min Yoongi has always been a jealous man over the things he loves and adores - especially you. The smallest things could set him off, whether that being a guy staring at you too long, or you laughing at a joke that Jin said, he could not help himself. It was one of his biggest downfalls because it always led you two into an argument, only for Yoongi to apologize and bringing home the biggest bouquet that he could find in South Korea.

But, once he found out about one of the biggest rivals of his gang wanted you, his Queen, he flipped. The sound of breaking glass, yelling, and anger was heard throughout the whole mansion. The jealousy that he felt, because he knew (or he thought But was wrong) that Yuta was better than him in a lot of aspects. He had always been jealous of Yuta, something that you never understood why because you hated Yuta.

Not knowing why your boyfriend was breaking glass in his office and screaming at the top of his lungs, you stormed into the room. You saw Jin and Jimin standing and watching your boyfriend release his anger violently. Jimin let out a sigh once he saw you, motioning you to go over to your boyfriend, only stopping you for a second to tell you why your boyfriend was acting out, leaving after with Jin.

Realization dawn on you, knowing that this topic was very sensitive to your boyfriend. Carefully walking over to Yoongi, you quietly called out his name. “Yoongi.” The sound of your voice visibly relaxed the said man, turning around to look at you. “Love, you need to calm down or else you’re going to hurt yourself and we don’t need that.” You cooed, knowing the tricks to calm down your ticking time bomb boyfriend.

His muscles in his body relaxed but the cold, pissed off look on his face did not. Walking over to you, you opened your arms in an invitation, to which he responded too. His face nuzzled into your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around you, scared that any chance that you would leave him or be taken from him. “I’m assuming you heard the news.”

“I did, but you have nothing to worry about because I’m with you. I love you, no one, no thing could ever take me from you or even try to change my mind. You own my heart, Min Yoongi.” You told him, running your fingers through his black hair, something he loved.

Lifting his head from your neck, he looked down at you, love and adoration in his eyes shone bright. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.” With that, he kissed you, pouring his emotions into it to prove his love, even though you already knew how much he loved you.

Hoseok:

The sound of the bathroom door opening was what woke you up from your deep sleep. Turning around, only to stop midway from the ache in your lower body from the previous actions from a few hours before. Once you were fully turned around, you came to face to face with your boyfriends bare back that had water droplets rolling down his back, along with the red marks that covered his back that were from you. A blush took over your face for a few minutes, the little flashbacks of last night playing in your mind. Shaking your head, trying to get rid of them, you focused on what was happening.

You knew that your boyfriend was going to go and kill someone soon - something you did not agree with because of Hoseoks reason: a rival wanting you as theirs. You did not want your boyfriend to get himself killed by jealousy, even though you knew your boyfriend was good at what he does as a living, but you were scared that he will get himself severely injured and you do not know what you would do if he did.

Getting up from your bed quietly, you made your way towards your boyfriend who was getting his knuckle brass from the dresser, along with a few other things. Wrapping your tiny arms around his stomach, you leaned against his damp body, holding him close to you. He hummed at your actions, body relaxing in your hold, his right hand grabbing your right hand before interlacing his fingers with yours.

“Jagi, what are you doing up?” Your caring boyfriend asked, turning around in your arms so he could face you.

“I don’t want you to go.” You stated, knowing that you did not have to say anymore.

His demeanor changed instantly, face going emotionless, eyes growing darker. “I know you don’t, but I am. He threatened to take you from me and I’m not going to let that by.” His voice cold and clipped, not allowing any room for protests. A sad look came over your face, knowing that you could not win this argument. Hoseoks cold demeanor quickly vanished at the look and changed into a soft and loving one. “I’m sorry Jagi. I know you don’t like this and are worried that something will happen. But I promise you that I will be okay and will be back by sunrise.” And he kept his promise to you.

Namjoon:

“Just because someone wants me as theirs does not mean you have the right to lock me up in this house!” You screamed at your equally as angry fiancé.

“Yes I can and I will! You’re my fiancé, soon too be wife, and I can decide whether or not you are allowed out of this house!” He yelled back, face red from anger. “Now stop being a whiny and ungrateful bitch.”

His last statement was a slap to your face, stunning you. Namjoon has never spoken to you like that in all of the five years that you have been together, or has ever been this angry with you before.

But today was the last straw with his attitude towards you, telling you that you could not leave the house because he said so. Of course, you fought back and stood your ground. That was until he said those words.

“Fuck you.” Your voice trembled, but the words still powerful, your sight become blurry from the tears. “Just because some man wants me does not mean you can tell me what I can and cannot do. And just because I’m your soon to be wife does not mean you own me and control me. I am my own person and I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now, I’m going to go and stay at my parents house for a while until I feel like seeing you again, or if I ever decide I want to because I seem to be a ‘whiny and ungrateful bitch’ when all I have ever done in this relationship was love you.”

And with that, you grabbed your purse, phone, keys, and jacket before leaving your shared house with the man that hurt you, but yet you still loved.

Jimin:

When Jimin came home he was unusually quiet. By this, you could tell that something was instantly wrong and somehow needs to be fixed in the next hour or else he will not tell you and he will keep bottling up inside of him and he will explode. Putting down your spatula, you turned off the stove and followed him towards your bathroom.

When you step inside the bathroom with him, he barely looked at you. Stripping out of his clothes, he turned on the shower and stepped underneath the shower head that was pouring hot water out. Following his actions, you stripped out of your clothes and got inside with him, but to only wrap your arms around him and lean against his back.

It was quiet for a while, no words being spoken, only the sound of water running and the sounds of your guys breathing being the only source of sound in the room. Your fingers caress Jimins stomach and you press kisses against the bare skin of his back, the affection helping with his mood.

“Am I good enough for you?” He asked quietly, voice sounding defeated. “Like, am I what you picture as someone you want to spend the rest of your life? Someone who has a short temper, insecurities, mild depression, and a pass with an eating disorder? Would you rather be with someone who has none of those things? Someone’s who is better an-“

“Jimin you better shut up right there or else I will punch you in the throat.” You cut him off, “Don’t you dare belittle yourself because you have things that you use to struggle with or do struggle with. But those are the things that make you, you. I love everything about you and find new things to love about you everyday. Everyday you amaze me because you get up every morning even though you’re struggling with something internal or external. You’re so strong that you don’t even realize it, Jiminie. I love you so much.” You explained, trying to keep yourself from crying out loud.

Turning around, Jimin’s teary face met yours and before you could say something else, he broke down in your arms. You both stayed like that, holding one another in your arms, until the water ran cold. Later on though, you found out about the rival who stated that he wanted you and had digged at Jimins insecurities just to get to him, and you then reassured Jimin by showing him how much you loved him.

Taehyung:

“He fucking wishes.” Taehyung laughed darkly at the news that Jungkook shared with him. You, on the other hand, were shocked to find out that a rival gang leader wanted you as theirs, and also very disgusted. But you were also not surprised at Taehyungs cockiness by this information, even though knew it also bugged the living hell out of him. “Anything else, Jungkook?” Taehyung asked lazily, looking his second in command in the eye. Saying that he did not, Jungkook bowed before leaving your boyfriends office, leaving you and Taehyung alone. Turning in his chair so that he could face you, a dark smirk made its way onto his face. “Princess, come sit on daddy’s lap.”

“You know, you acting like this is only fueling his fire.” You commented, glaring at your smirking boyfriend.

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it. Plus, I know that you secretly love it too. Knowing that you’re showing every guy and girl in this mall that you’re mine and I’m yours.” Taehyung chuckled, giving you a smile. “Plus, the press is loving it. And I want that fucker to know who you belong too. If he thinks that he can easily get you, he’s wrong.”

Rolling your eyes at his jealousy, you also could not help the smile that made its way onto your face whenever your boyfriend said that he is yours. It made the butterflies appear in your stomach when he said things like that. Even though he shows you every day in many forms that he loves you, it still makes you feel like a teenage girl.

Stopping in your steps, you tugged on his hand to pull him closer to you. He gave you a confused look, that was until he felt your lips on his, giving him a passionate, love filled kiss. Smiling, he kissed you back with just as much passion and love, not caring who was watching.

When you both pulled away for air, he looked at you with shock. “What was that for? You usually hate kissing in public.”

“I just wanted to show you how much I love you and that I will always love you.” You smiled shyly, taking his hand in yours before walking towards the food court in the mall.

Jungkook:

The banging of the door slamming open in your house caused you to fall off of the couch from alertness. Ignoring the searing pain in your butt, you got up off of the floor to go and see who was making all of this ruckus. The sound of angry cursing and threats being mumbled under their breath told you that it was your boyfriend, Jungkook.

“Thinking he can really take my girl? Ha, funny. Think again. No one, no one can threaten to take the love of my life from me and think they can get away with it. I’ll make sure to-“

“Kookie?” You asked confused, slowly walking up to him. “Why are you so angry? What happened?” You pressed, cupping his face in your hands.

The male sighed contently when he felt the familiar touch, finding comfort in your tiny hands. He did not say anything for a few moments, wanting to be as calm and slightly clear minded when he spoke to you. He hated having you see him in such a state- all crazy minded, angry, and cold.

“Someone threatened to make you theirs and take you away from me.” Jungkook stated, already starting to feel the anger bubble inside of him. “And he made comments about you in an unpleasant way in front of me. So, I shot him in the leg and had him be taken to the dungeons back at the headquarters so I could show him that I’m not someone to mess with.” He continued, but a pout covered his beautiful face. “But I could not kill him because he has information that we need and we need him alive to obviously get that information. So, I’m still not quite sedated but I wanted to be home and see my beautiful girlfriend. I just need to take a shower and we can have our movie night like we planned.” He finished before kissing you on the lips then giving you his bunny smile.

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uwua3 · 5 years ago

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hi! first off, congrats on the new blog!! i read that misumi piece and i really enjoyed it hehe,, if it's alright, may i request some domestic fluff with kazunari? mayb looking over old photo albums of each other from when they were kids and laughing and telling stories about what happened in the photos? thank you very much and i hope u have a nice day :D

hi!!! this made me so happy 🥺 thank you so much, i hope to keep this blog running for a long time! also, i saw your reblog of my jealousy hcs and i wanted to say thank you for your sweet comments!!! i go back to it whenever i need motivation, you inspire me to keep writing ♡ thank you! i hope to continue making you proud as a writer :D <3

summary: kazunari had to stop living in the past and make new memories outside of his yearbooks with you

author’s note: this is definitely a much happier piece than my others! this was refreshing to write and i treasure it dearly, it’s definitely much more on the humorous side! no angst today, folks!!! (ok just a little, but it’s barely noticeable!)

this is just a little look into a hoarder named kazunari and his sentimental, nostalgic personality ♡ i, myself, am a marie kondo supporter so i love decluttering! if you are a hoarder like kazunari, honestly go you! you keep those knick knacks that remind you of memories! do whatever makes you the happiest :D

word count: 2,151

music: make you mine – public, tongue tied – grouplove (this song is so Kazunari !!!)

nostalgia.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

it was that time of year again

kazunari hated spring cleaning with a passion. so what if his art supplies were all over the dorms? he knew where everything was! uh, mostly...

(if you ignore his daily panicked house searches which kept everyone up way too late if he couldn’t locate a very specific paint shade for a big project he definitely procrastinated)

so, it took, so much bribery to get kazunari to even consider cleaning out his entire dorm room

(muku was a very Good Boy and already had his side of the room perfectly dusted and organized)

yes, you had to promise to pose as a model for one of his paintings one day (hopefully, not the type of class you were thinking) (kazunari’s suggestive wink didn’t help)

the thing about kazunari was he was somewhat of a, putting it politely, hoarder

as an extremely sentimental person, it would take the whole mankai company to even force him to throw something away

(“no! it has a special meaning to me! i remember what happened when i got this~” kazunari would whine, holding the useless item between his hands with no intentions to ever look at it again)

so the boys employed you to be kazunari’s rational judgement when cleaning that day

(“please actually make him do something.” sakyo looked like he was on the border of begging; kazunari’s abundance of random knick knacks and shopaholic addiction problem was becoming an issue that affected everyone)

rule #1 of cleaning kazunari’s storage room: don’t open anything because kazunari will become very sentimental and nothing will get gone

so therefore, as a team, you two tackled the rather spotless room. the interior was minimal and modern, just like kazunari liked it with pops of color here and there

(he had one blank white wall and you realized it was the backdrop he used to film all his social media posts [dancing tik toks, fashion #ootds on instagram, daily vlogs on his growing youtube channel])

at first, you were confused where all his stuff went until you opened a closet against his terrible and unconvincing distractions

without time to react, you found yourself buried in tens of books you couldn’t even fathom how it all fit

(“i’ve played way too much tetris.” kazunari would admit later on when asked about his immaculate stacking)

“you’ve got to be kidding me!” you groaned, pushing your head above the surface of book covers that have either never been opened or were way too old to even be functionable

“i’m sorry~ please, forgive me!” kazunari pleaded, immediately pulling you out of his own mess and using all his cuteness to make you roll your eyes fondly at your best friend

you almost started ranting at him about the dangers of taking up too much closet space with useless items before you realized:

wait! stop! he’s trying to get you to forget about throwing these books out! you thought suddenly, crossing your arms as you stared at the pile, trying to figure out how to approach the situation

“you cannot distract me. we are going through this mound and you will be getting rid of something today.” you ordered, seeing his shoulders drop in defeat as he nodded solemnly, but accepting his fate without any arguments. thank god for that

you two bent down and organized all the books into categories. popular photography instruction guides, creative advice columns, and all his past art textbooks kazunari couldn’t sell were put into a seperate group because luckily, they were relevant to his art school

things like old newspapers with funny comics were recycled (you refused to let kazunari read them in fear of invoking some form of nostalgia) (also because he had the whackiest sense of humor ever and would die laughing)

it was going well, until you reached the thickest photo books of them all (you had almost forgotten what you and kazunari’s school mascot was)

but unsurprisingly, kazunari had every single yearbook from each year of his education all the way until his last year in high school piled high to his chest

even he looked somewhat shocked from his mass accumulation from his teen years

“ah! i’m so old now~ look at all this! what else can i do except die?!” kazunari dramatically flopped onto his bed, tired of lifting so much weight. hey! his arms weren’t meant for exercise, he was a painter!

lifting his head to see you were distracted from alphabetically sorting the first section lovingly dubbed, “art shit”, kazunari mischeviously grinned as he leaned down to snatch a random yearbook

flipping to a random page, kazunari smiled as he realized it was the first time he ever met you back in elementary

kazunari sang your name as he sat upwards, having a shit–eating look on his face as he started swinging his legs back and forth

oh no, he was up to something no good, you knew it but humored him anyways

“yes, kazu?” you turned your line of sight to the most horrible picture possible: you with the ugliest haircut in the entire world with kazunari’s black hair taking up the entire photo as you two sheepishly smiled for the camera. it was not a proud moment

okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad, you just couldn’t help but shriek at the sight of your hair

“oh my god! you can’t just jumpscare me like that!” you laughed despite yourself. you knew you had to be serious and focused on decluttering, but one look at your past made you remember all the good times before so–called “adulthood”

“look at your hair!” you cackled, reaching up to playfully yank at his mullet as he yelped and lightly smacked your hand away. rubbing the back of his neck, kazunari huffed childishly and pouted like he was back in his youth

“come on! this was the pinnacle moment i realized, i should not be a hair dresser.” kazunari commented, making you remember how you just let a random 8–year–old boy waddle up to you with safety scissors and advertise his salon business like a professional

(yes, you bought into it right away. your teacher had a heart attack when she saw you with a majority of your hair on the floor and kazunari keeping small talk like an actual hair stylist)

thinking back after the haircut incident, you weren’t allowed to chat with the funny class clown anymore as you were forced to wear a hat every day

(it was either that or go completely bald to fix the job kazunari did to your head)

it wasn’t until you received a very creative and colorful apology letter with tons of sad faces drawn with waxy crayons that you snuck out to play with him on the swings in recess

“i can’t believe we became friends because i wanted free hair cuts for the rest of my life.” you added, staring at the picture with a sense of nostalgia. you kinda got where kazunari was coming from, memories were fun to look at every once and a while

at least, eleven years worth of memories after being inseperable from that moment forward

(maybe, you should’ve held onto it, you thought, not knowing that would be the first of many art pieces you would be gifted by him)

kazunari knew he won. excited, he dropped down to lay on his stomach as you leaned against the bed, watching as he thumbed through the pages with ease, leaning his head on yours comfortably

it was rare to find kazunari quiet, he must’ve been like this all the time when going through his stuff, you thought, at peace for once

lazily smiling, kazunari put his finger against your yearbook pictures as he reminisced on the past. something about everyone ever in your grade, how kazunari knew everyone and had a special memory with each person, no matter how big or small

“—and here, the teacher somehow caught a pic of us swinging wayyy too high for kids our age!” kazunari laughed, breaking your train of thought as you snickered at the absolute joy radiating from both your faces as you two competed to see who could reach the clouds

(kazu won. you fell off right after and had to get picked up from your parents after badly scraping your knee. it took another sorry letter and art of you two holding hands with a heart for your parents to forgive kazunari)

“let’s go back.” you interrupted him, making him sit up confused as you swung your keys out from your back pocket. it didn’t take any convincing for kazunari to nod right away and took the elementary yearbook into his arm

you two only had to exchange a secret look before formulating a plan to sneak out, leaving music on from kazunari’s speakers to act like kazunari was still cleaning

you two giggled amongst yourselves before clambering into your car, speeding off and laughing loudly from your successful getaway. the manager was none the wiser!

during the short car ride, you and kazunari played your favorite mixtape of all time

(“you kept this?!” kazunari yelled, giddily bouncing up and down from excitement when he discovered the mixtape stash)

he slipped the disc in as you two yelled along to childhood favorites with the windows rolled down, letting the entire neighborhood know the best duo were back in town

(seriously, there were so many you stashed away in your glove department. all labeled in sharpie with compelling titles connected to the inside jokes only you two found funny)

arriving at the destination, you two exited the vehicle to see the play pen was abandoned as the teaching staff went home for the day

the sun was setting and it felt like the playground was in another rift of time as you approached it, hearing the weak movement of the swings going back and forth on their own. you sat down, holding onto the chains. you hadn’t been back ever since you graduated. it hadn’t changed at all

kazunari opened the elementary yearbook back to the original page, pulling out his tripod and phone he always had on hand in his backpack as he set it up right across the swing set

“what are you doing?” you inquired, tilting your head as he fumbled around pressing different buttons and filters too complex for you to remember

looking up, kazunari grinned as he set a timer for 10 seconds before sprinting back to the swing next to you

“swing contest right now! i bet i could swing higher than you ever could!” kazunari challenged childishly, quickly kicking his legs for the momentum. you narrowed your eyes, refusing to lose as you two laughed over the sound of his phone taking a burst of photos

you realized what he was doing. he was re–creating your memories together

but you turned to look at him and your heart skipped a beat. you never remembered him looking this, different, in the purple lighting. for a flashing moment, you swore you saw the silhoutte of his black–haired, child self sit next to you before you blinked and saw him. kazunari was the same, just older now

you slowed down your swing by dragging your sneakers against the wood chipped ground. you grabbed both the swings’ chains to hold them together

you didn’t want to live in the past anymore. you wanted to grow up with him, too

“what—” kazunari started, matching your pace before being cut off by your lips against his, the phone going off for one last time

you pulled yourself in close enough just to smile. he smelled the exact same as he did when he discovered cologne for the first time. he never changed

you pulled away first even if he tried leaning forward for more, like he was waiting all these years just for that one moment. like he saw you in the same light, too

“i wanted to do that for years.” you confessed, watching as he took your hand carefully, like he was afraid you were going to leave. for once, he didn’t know what to do, which face to show

“me too...” kazunari agreed, seemingly speechless before straightening his back, like he was about to run away. the hair on your neck stood up, what was he about to do?

“i promise i won’t cut your hair anymore, unless?” kazunari winked dramatically, mimicking the shape of scissors with his fingers as he tried snipping at your hair

he laughed as you shoved him with all your might, hopping off the swing to chase him throughout the school parking lot

now this was a memory kazunari would never throw away, no matter what

(no one thought the two of you escaped until kazunari posted the pics on his instagram, both of you getting a scolding from sakyo this time)

(busted!)

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hannahcoursey · 5 years ago

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Loose Ends Pt. 1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2, 268

Warnings: Abuse, Sexual Violence, PTSD

Request: Hi there! Do u think u could do one where the reader gets out of an abusive relationship, only to run into him again for Dean to save her? LOVE ur writing xoxo

Author: Hannahc56

PART TWO

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His hand smacked your face, leaving a hot red mark in its place. Instinctively, you reached up and covered your face, cowering away from him as he stepped closer. You looked up, bewilderment in your eyes, at your boyfriend. Something wasn’t right.

Your boyfriend, Matt, had always had a temper. He’d hit you on previous occasions, leaving you to wonder the next morning why you’d put up with his violent ways, but you two had been high school sweethearts and deep in the darkest parts of your heart you knew you loved him. But tonight, this was different. He wasn’t backing down.

“Matt, what is wrong with you?” You spit, trying to let your words sound venomous, but the heavy shake in your tone betrayed you. A smile crawled across his features.

“Nothings wrong with me,” He reached his hand out and grabbed your face ferociously, digging his fingers into your supple cheeks, “I’ve never felt better, baby,” He finished, inches away from your face, the sarcasm dripping from the pet name he’d always call you. You wriggled back until you hit the wall behind you. His fingers pressed harder against your face. The more you struggled, the more it hurt.

“Matt-” You started, but his finger pressed to your lips.

“Sorry sweetheart, looks like your precious Matt has checked out,” He smiled down at your shrunken frame. Your brows furrowed for a moment until his eyes flipped black. Your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest, a small whimper leaving your lips before he reeled his arm back, clocking you dead in the nose. Your head smacked against the wall you were pressed against, as you slid down the plaster, taking the small dining room table crashing down with you. Stars danced in your vision, the deep black of unconsciousness beginning to creep up quicker and quicker.

“Don’t go checking out on me yet baby,” He leaned down, matching your eye level, “Matt is in here just cheering me on like you would not believe.” He tapped the side of his temple for emphasis. You blinked hard a few times, trying to shake off the concussion that was forming behind your eyes. He stood straight again. “You know that he hates you, right? I mean, you’ve done nothing but hold the kid down since you were - what, 16? - God, he cannot wait to be rid of you, he’s already got a whole list of women he’s just aching to get with the second he dumps your sorry ass.” He walked a step closer to you, swiftly connecting his foot to your abdomen, sending you to the ground. The little amount of air you had, slipped through your lips, leaving you gasping. He reached down and gripped at your neck before you could suck a breath in, forcing you back on your feet.

“Matt, please-” You started, but the blood that followed your cough interrupted any plea you had worked the courage up to verbalize.

“Don’t worry,” He said, punching you square in the face again, “Matt is begging me to free him from you, you make him want to die.” He spit as moved to punch you one last time. Right as his fist was inches away from connecting with your face, you stabbed a kitchen fork into his neck. He stared at you, his fist paused, floating in front of your eyes. He blinked a few times before his grip on your neck tightened. “Ouch,” He rolled his eyes, “That hurt.” He scoffed as if the retaliation offended him.

This was it. This is how you were going to die, at the hands of the person you thought you were going to marry.

As his fist pulled back once more, the door to your apartment blasted open, smacking against the wall behind it. An older man, who sort of looked like a retired truck driver, entered the room, a sawed-off shotgun in his hand. The man you thought was Matt turned his attention towards the stranger, releasing his grip from your neck. Your legs gave out from under you and fell to the ground, the darkness completely encasing you and taking you from the nightmare that was playing out in front of you.

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It had been a little over a year since the night Bobby had found you, beaten an inch from death. He exorcised the demon from your old boyfriend and taken you to shelter back at his place. A few days after the attack, he sat you down and told you that the things in your closet were real and introduced you to the world of hunters after you’d bugged him enough. He begrudgingly lent you the mythology books and taught you a few tricks. He offered you to stay with him for a while, as Matt was your only family since you had been in and out of foster care since you were born, you had nothing to go back to. You had gotten a job waitressing at a diner a few minutes down the road from his house and became good friends with the two Winchester boys that hid away at Bobby’s when the world got to be too much. Bobby had talked in minor detail about what the two boys had gone through - you knew about the yellow-eyed demon and Mary, and both brothers trip to Hell, which still made your mind swim with questions, but you knew you’d never get the answers, so you didn’t bother asking.

Some nights you’d sit at the top of the stairs just out of eyeshot and listen to the things the boys talked about. You’d come to admire Sam’s gentle approach, but Dean had so many layers to him, you found yourself lying awake some nights wondering what made a man so complicated tick. One time, the boys left a bag of fresh clothes for each of them to keep there, just so they had some spare clothes stashed away somewhere if they needed it. You snuck into the drawers in one of the guest rooms next to yours that Bobby used as storage and stole a long sleeve thermal from Dean’s drawer. It smelled like the worn leather seats of the Impala and old whiskey that he’d probably spilled on it the last time he’d worn it and my God you loved everything about it. You kept it underneath your bed and wore it every now and then until his smell wore off and then swapped it for a different shirt or flannel from the drawer of his clothes. It wasn’t until you had tagged along with some hunts with Bobby that Sam had asked for you to join them. Your heart fluttered so hard in your chest you could’ve sworn Sam could’ve heard it from where he stood.

That was a year ago.

Now you spent most of your time reading lore and researching whatever cases the boys had found while flipping through the newspaper and local murders. You had climbed your way to becoming a skilled hunter, but you were nowhere close to having the skill set that the brothers had and you were alright with that. Your admiration for Dean had only grown after being in constant close quarters to the man. Sam was your outlet, you were close friends and confided in him like no other. He often made sly comments on the way you stared a little too long and stuttered a little too much around Dean, but he never forced it much. Dean’s hand often found itself resting on the small of your back when in crowds, or around your shoulders after a successful hunt. He smiled a little wider at you and always made sure you ate. Dean always took the couch so you could have the bed in motel rooms and his goodnight hugs became a little tighter and a little longer as the months passed on, and you found your face red in anticipation every night, escaping in the few moments of affection you got from him. Sam noticed.

The boys never really talked too much about their time spent in Hell and you never pushed it. When they asked you about yourself, you usually kept equally as quiet. There wasn’t much to tell. They knew the basics, and more information about the three of you came out as time went on, bonding you closer each time something was learned about the other.

After a particularly successful vampire hunt, the boys decided they wanted to go to the local bar down the road before calling it a night. It was almost 12:30 when the three of you pulled up in the Impala.

“I gonna go find us a booth Dean, why don’t you go grab drinks and meet us at our table?” Sam said, over the creaking car doors and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll go with Sam and find somewhere for us to sit.” You stuffed your hands in your jacket pocket and followed Sam inside. Dean followed behind you, his hand resting casually on the small of your back, sending chills up your spine. He leaned in, the musty smell of the farm you had slain the vamps in, radiating off of him.

“You want your usual?” He asked, his voice rough and close to your ear. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Just one for now, sure.” You turned to him for a second only to catch his eyes on your lips. He licked his own and grinned.

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” He said as you all entered the bar. Dean had split from the two of you and bee-lined for the bar. You reached your hand to Sam’s shoulder as to not lose sight of him in the crowded bar as he lead you to a booth in the corner. Once you took your seats, Sam opened up his laptop and started tapping away at the keyboard, his eyes already darting in between the lines of another article. You let out a light laugh at the sight of him and a small grin climbed his face.

“I know, I know - I’ll take a break in a minute, I just thought of something and wanna check it out before it slips my mind, alright?” He shook his head and smiled.

“Hey, whatever you want, this is your free time too.” You returned his sincere smile. Dean walked over with your drink and Sam’s beer.

The three of you sat and discussed the nights’ case, talking about how the vampire population seemed to be dwindling in the eastern states and after a few drinks, you found yourself drunker than you’d expected. Dean had walked over to a brunette over at the bar, after making eyes at her from the booth. You looked over as he slid a hand around her waist and whispered something in her ear. You turned back to your cup and slammed the remaining alcohol back. Sam chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“You guys are helpless, you know that?” He joked.

“There is no ‘You guys’ it’s nothing Sam,” You shook your head at him and tried to return the smile as genuinely as possible, but the alcohol made you feel fuzzy, “A girl can dream.” You shrugged. He closed his laptop and slipped it under his arm.

“I think I’m going to head back, you wanna come with?” He asked, as he stood up from the booth and stood next to you. You shook your head and looked down at your empty glass.

“Hmm, I think I’m alright, I haven’t been to a bar in a little while I don’t mind sitting here,” You looked up at his raised brows, “Seriously, I’m okay, I’ll be almost right behind you.”

“Y/N, I haven’t seen you drink this much in months and you think you’re fine to walk.

back by yourself?” He laughed lightly, still deciding if he was going to drag you out of there whether you liked it or not.

“Sam, I’m a big girl, I promise I can hold my liquor, I’ll be fine,” You reached out and patted him on the face. He nodded and laughed, obviously at your slurring words.

“Okay Y/N/N, but if you’re not back in the room within the next two hours, I’m gonna come back and personally make sure I tuck you in myself.” He pointed his eyes sarcastically at you.

“Okay, sounds like a fair deal to me.” You answered as he turned around and walked through the crowd, clutching his laptop to his side. You watched as his tall frame slipped through the groups of people until he was out of sight. You threw a few bills down on the table and searched the room for a side door. You opted for the back door by the bathroom and slipped out into the night. The brisk October air was a welcomed contrast from the stuffy, sweaty bar that lay behind the door you’d just exited. You took a deep breath and took a few steps, your legs wobbling beneath you. You take a deep breath and continue walking around the building, reaching the road. The motel was hardly two miles away and the walk would be just the thing to sober you up. A few buildings lay between the bar and the motel, dimly lit up. You turned and looked into the parking lot. The Impala was still sitting there where Dean had left it, and you wondered how long it’d take for him to come stumbling out of the bar with the brunette he had been buttering up around his arm. You took another breath and walked along the faded white line along the outside of the road. You wobbled on your feet, your balance uneven.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, I probably should’ve gone with Sam. Just as the thought crossed your mind, a calloused hand wrapped itself around your neck, slamming you against the side of the building next to the bar. You hardly had a moment to scream.

It was Matt.

Your heart pounded in your throat and your vision swayed as he stood inches away from your face. He was supposed to be dead, your mind was running a thousand miles a minute.

“Look who the fuck it is,” He leaned in, his breath reeking of booze, “The girl that tried to kill me.” The fire that scorched through his irises the day he beat you half to death burned across his eyes like it was yesterday. You had no words, your lips moved but nothing left them. “You’re pathetic Y/N, you really think this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass?” His eyes searched yours feverishly, as if he had asked you a feasible question. “I woke up on the floor with a fucking fork in my neck, I had to crawl to the phone to call 911 and you know what the best part was? No one believed me when I told them you’d tried to murder me - you disappeared!” He screamed into your face, his voice echoing in the empty parking lot you stood in. His grip tightened on your neck and your hands reached up to fight against it, but it was no use. Even with the adrenaline pumping through your veins you had consumed too much alcohol to walk home in a straight line, let alone put up much of a fight. “No, no, no, I’ve waited a long time for this, for you to see what it's like to be left for dead Y/N,” He spoke low, his voice like razors, “We’re done when I say we’re done.”

And with that, his fist connected with your face and your world went black.

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A/N: Thanks so much for reading!

READ PART TWO HERE

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observer52 · 4 years ago

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Vaccine needed? Not now..

Bloomberg has compiled a list of the world's mostly demanded coronavirus vaccines at the moment. Among them there are 7 vaccines mostly in demand, the Russian vaccine "Sputnik-V" - at the 7th place. In the first place is the Astra-Zeneca vaccine. It accounts for almost a third of all orders in the world - 3.2 billion doses. The Astra-Zeneca vaccine is from Oxford University. Much ahead of competitors in poor countries. Here we need to pay attention to how much in fact what the struggle has begun for a new market by now. Probably it is extremely important to gain a foothold and hold in this market. Although Russian vaccine is included in the rating, as it's said it is in the seventh place. Western vaccines are ahead of us.

But it is important to note that although they are ahead and they have pre-orders they themselves do not have vaccines. Ha-ha. Look at how western democracies operate - they say to their people: “No, you keep being sick and dying, but we cannot provide you with Russian vaccine. But we have a pre-order (!), you wait a little more, maybe not too many of you will die until then. "

This is also - to a question about human rights and so on and so on - and how many people still have to die in those USA or Europe before these western vaccines appear? Maybe we should now try to save them with Russian vaccine? But - no - the philanthropic political leaders of the United States and Europe do not think so. They think - "Better we'll let our citizens die, but we will not buy Russian vaccine anyway."

And of course that is also a purely corporate interest - these pharmaceutical companies, which actually make incredible money, they, of course, cannot allow competitors to appear there. And in this case you also need to understand that these people from transnational companies that produce medicines want nothing but to spit on anybody's health. It is necessary to understand that it is very beneficial for those who make medicines that as many people as possible get sick. It's cynical but is true. Therefore the more people get sick, the worse they feel, the more profitable the business will be, the more money will be earned. And now we are looking at their politicians - do they really want their people to recover? They portray such false solidarity and empathy on all their TV channels, but if they really empathized with these people they would give them a try of this Russian vaccine. And - if it’s bad you stick it in our russian noses and say “your filthy Russian vaccine doesn’t help anyone and it only makes people sick and people get worse”. And that's all. And we drenched in mud would step aside "mud flowed around".

But they don't do that. Because they suspect the vaccine is working. But they say like: “No, our dear citizens whom we sympathize with so much and who are very valuable to us, you will die a little more for now but still there is no need to use the Russian vaccine. It is wrong! It is not a democratic vaccine. And also it is produced by the wrong companies, not the ones form the right list. "

That's all.

This again refers to the question of this screen (cover), which is called "Western humanism", but behind it there are only money, interests, and they do not care about people including their own. Someone will say - "they don't give a damn about people in other countries, but they care about their own." Tha's bullshit! They do not care about their own either. They only care about gaining cash. That's what is interesting for them. Yes of course maybe they care when they can but when it comes to critical interests they don't give a damn about their citizens. They have nothing to do about them. Let them die from this corona-virus. They will crap all over but for no reason in life will the Russian vaccine be allowed into Europe or America. Never, not at all! Including because it is: a) politically unprofitable and b) these are huge money, huge money that they do not want to lose. And let hundreds of people die there every day. So what! F*ck it.., let them all die. Nevermind. Their people will be patient. Including those same citizens of those very countries of the "golden billion".

Therefore you do not need to build any illusions for yourself about this. The rules of the game have not changed there. When they really need it they will not regret about their own citizens.

We are talking about billions of dollars.

That's all.

By the way - to the question about that after the collapse of the Soviet Union reforms following the recipes of f*king "western friends" killed Russian pharmacology. It's good that they were stopped timely (almost) and we got the f*cking rid of such "friends".

Now there is a chance to correct the situation, a chance to take a certain place in the market. But it would seem that even those who advocate Russian economy diversification should support this, right? After all, this is good from all points of view. This strengthens both the authority and the positive image of Russia and makes it possible to develop its own production facilities, create their own jobs, especially since this is a high-tech industry. All - speaks for it.

And at this very moment when everything is in Russia's favor a "stop-block" is being put up for us there in the West. "Will never let you in! Will never let you in and that's all!" Under any pretext.

I laugh out loudly when they start to reason and "sing" from TV screens - "We want only good things for Russia, so that the Russian people feel good." Ha ha!

Here is a specific situation. Moreover we do not need anything from them. We don't need loans or technology. We have invented the vaccine by ourselves. We are ready to produce, we are ready to sell - by ourselves. - “No! F*ck U!!! Here's a "stop-barrier" - we will not let you do that. Won't let you in» they say. And after that they begin to argue both our and their citizens fooling all us around - “we are only for good, we are only for good. We are against authoritarianism in Russia. We act exclusively for the benefit of Russian citizens. For Russian economy to develop ... "

If you ghouls want Russian economy to develop why the hell are you not letting us sell this vaccine? No, my friends, you don't want Russian economy to develop, nothing like that. You want it to be dependent on you.

This is not the same thing. In fact you want Russian market and you do not want Russia to go somewhere with our goods.

Therefore - stop lying! ��We want Russia to develop ..” - You don't want us to develop. You want us to take the position that is comfortable and profitable for you. And this situation with the vaccine it seems to me is a very clear example of this.

You spit on the development of Russia, the economy, the development of high technologies in our country, you spit on jobs. You have nothing to do with this. You fight for your interests, your money. And as soon as we can wedge a millimeter into your interests - that's it. - «We will not let you in». Without any explanation.

And they do not want to explain anything even to their people. "This is a bad vaccine!" There even have already appeared such a meme “No time to explain”.

In fact because it is Russian. That's all. The truth is so simple. The vaccine is bad because it is from Russia. There are no other reasons. That's all - there is no need to explain anything further.

And when I say they dehumanize the image of Russia. Why are they doing this? I often hear from our opponents from the «liberal camp». - "You are lying, you are actually just making up and inventing everything, they only want good for us, they never do anything bad... bla-bla-bla..."

No, my dear ones, when the word "Russia" in the mind of a western citizen starts to be always equal "bad" it is very good for such situations. When a western citizen suffers from this virus and he heards that somewhere in Russia they have created such a vaccine, they tell him - “Russia = bad, what means that everything from Russia is bad. And a vaccine made in Russia - it is also so bad! Therefore you better die here somewhere in our hospital bed (or in hospital hall, or at home because there's no places in the hospital or you have no insurance), but no vaccine, you will not receive a vaccine. Wait for the right and democratic vaccine. Sorry if you die. And by the way - surely you wont to buy a vaccine from the barbarians?! OMG! They are barbarians, they have Putin, they have no democracy, how can you buy it from them?!"

Ha! – three times.

#vaccine coronavirus #sputnik v #russia

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blondeblackwidow · 5 years ago

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S U R E F I R E: CH VII

summary: amicea has been a queen since her eleventh day of life. with the first order’s shadow beginning to grow, and with the love of her life joining on the opposing side, while thrown into in an engagement with the newest commander in the first order. she begins to feel her control on her own life spiral.

pairings: poe dameron x original character x kylo ren

header made by the lovely @whirlybirbs !

Ch VII. the opposition (AMICEA)

The Queen’s meeting hall was a large room with stone walls, and grand windows. It was meant to seem larger than life, to intimidate, to inspire, even. The chairs at the main table were simple, nothing about them was special. The head of the table though, had a large velvet chair with gold adornment. It was a visual reminder that only one person wore a crown in this room.

She felt like her neck was going to break from the metaphorical weight of it before this was all over. Kylo sat at her right, a few trusted advisors scattered around, and the vultures in recycled Imperial uniforms filled the empty chairs. One of them, pale and red haired, had worn his wool great coat and thick trousers, sweat was brewing on his brow already from the sun.

Good. She thought. Let him be uncomfortable.

This meeting wasn’t one of happenstance or coincidence. First Order troopers have been scouring the outer mining villages for weeks. Amicea was waiting for them to have enough gall to ask for what they wanted. So here they were, troopers shifting in their boots, and officers standing as she made her entrance.

She wore another white gown, her own act of rebellion against the wolves swallowing her palace in black. Her lords were first to rise, followed by Kylo, and then the generals who needed some reminding of their manners. She took a seat at the head of her table, and the room filled with silence as the rest of her guests sat. She waited, finally looking over at Kylo, before starting to speak.

“Are we going to talk or?” She turned back toward the men. Her hands folded neatly in her lap. She felt like she should be nicer, but all she could think about were Kylo’s words in the gardens.

“Your Majesty.” Lord Vadik, spoke first. “The people in the capital have felt unnerved by the First Orders presence.”

“I believe we talked about this?” She furrowed her brow and Kylo sunk in his chair. “They were supposed to pull out weeks ago.”

“The Supreme Leader thought it best to leave the troops in the Capital…” Kylo began

“The Supreme Leader isn’t Queen, Commander Ren.” Her tone was cold, and ice-like. The officers in the room were shifting in their seats at such a remark about their master. “Pull all marked troopers out of my city, please.” She cleared her throat. “Is that it?” They all blinked, wondering how to word their next comments.

“The First Order needs access to the mining villages, your highness.” The red headed one spoke first.

“What is your name?”

“General Hux.” He smiled with pride.

“Well, General, your highness is reserved for Princes and Princesses. And I haven’t been a princess since I was an infant.” She forced a smile back, quickly letting it fade. “I was also under the impression that the First Order was already in the mining villages.” She quirked her head. “Unless I have my facts wrong.”

“We have sent out preliminary patrols to confirm…”

“Why wasn’t this told to me?”

“It was a secure project -”

“Security? You can’t possibly be doubting my loyalty when I’ve already agreed to marry your commander.” She scoffed.

“The mining villages have a rare crystal.” Kylo interrupted the banter. “We need them in order to continue operations. It’s nothing that your economy considers of value, you won’t notice it’s gone.” She nodded slowly. He was a breath of fresh air in this room, the dark robes and pointed glances felt like they would suffocate her.

“There is one more matter.” Hux stood. “About the title of our commander upon marrying her Majesty.” She smirked at the correct use of her title.

“Prince Consort, as all husbands of Adroran Queens before him.” Lord Vadik responded and Amicea turned to a very uncomfortable Kylo.

“We believe that this is not suitable for a man of his achievement.” Hux smirked. “King consort is more appropriate.” Every lord in the room choked. The once soft and kind queen that was hidden during this meeting, truly died at that moment.

“King?” She laughed, and stood.

“We believe..”

“You believe what, General Hux?” She tilted her head. “The was a Hux that was part of the Empire as well, if I’m not mistaken. And he only had one son, which was a bastard.” Her face fell flat. “I would rather burn then let a bastard boy lecture me on titles.”

“Your Majesty.” Kylo gestured softly, offering his hand, as if to calm her. Maybe in the garden weeks ago, it would have worked. But now, here was a room full of vulturous Generals trying to take what was hers, and she couldn’t be calmed. “You were born to lead your planet, to protect it.” His voice rang in her ears.

“In case you all are unclear, the title of King goes to the male monarch of Adrora. The title of Queen goes to his wife or the female monarch. The title of Prince consort is exclusively reserved for the husband of the Queen.” She placed both her hands on the table, leaning forward. “Whatever you believe in, whether it be some magic energy that binds us or your Supreme Leader. Being Queen is my birthright.” She growled. “You try to undermine that again, Generals, I will give the New Republic what they need to burn you to the ground before you can even blink.” She nodded and folded her hands back in their place, turning and exiting the grand hall.

Amicea sat on her balcony overlooking the ocean, she had been crying for a couple of hours. Her family had ruled this planet for generations, her father held it strongly in the face of the Empire, and all she could feel was her grip on her people loosening the longer the Destroyers stayed in orbit.

She felt like she might lose it completely when she goes through this marriage.

“If it helps, I didn’t know Hux was going to try that, I am sorry.” Kylo spoke from behind her, she jumped, only to relax when she saw his face. He pulled up the second chair next to her.

“Considering that it’s not the reason I’m crying, it’s not much solace.” She half smiled and pulled her knees to her chest. She felt so informal, but she felt so lost, she just wanted to feel normal for once in her life.

“Why are you, then?”

She sighed, how does she put into words that her system is rapidly spinning out of her control, and she felt like the best shot she had feeling at ease in her life stormed out of her chambers months ago. “It’s complicated.” She finally responded.

“I do apologize for any part I’ve played in it.”

“I’ve done it all to myself.” She sighed. “You should get back to your ship, I doubt your Supreme Leader would appreciate you associating with such a traitor.” She responded, staring at the shoreline.

“Amie, I am sorry for the way I acted..”

“You had no right.” She snapped.

“I think there was some justification to it all.” Amicea whipped her head to stare at him.

“You cannot be serious, justifying going through my things, reading notes that were personal to me, from someone who came long before any proposal was ever suggested..” Her volume was going louder with each word as she stood.

“The Order would have laid waste to your planet if they had caught you.” He began to yell to match her.

“Why?! He’s just a republic pilot, who cares what his opinion of the First Order is?! It’s the same as everyone else on Hosnian Prime.”

“Because he’s not just a Republic pilot anymore, he’s a commander in Organa’s Resistance.” She felt all the air escape her lungs. Poe Dameron was her grey area, her neutral zone and he had officially stepped over the line. “This is so much bigger than you realize. Snoke has a plan, and he will crush whoever is in his way. I know you love your people, and I care about you, so please, get rid of the notes, and anything else you have. If you are named a sympathizer your life will become so much harder.

“Like it’s already so easy? Your troops are going to land in the villages tomorrow. I am not naive, Ren, they are not going to be courteous to my people. They will take what they want and leave them to die.” She pressed a finger into his chest. “I am trapped in a life I cannot control, and am losing more and more of my planet everyday, because you and your precious order have your sights set on me and my people and no one will tell me why.” Kylo opened his mouth to speak and she kept going. “Unless whatever you are about to say is the entire truth, I suggest you take your leave, and do not come back until I call for you.”

He simply bowed his head and left the room, too struck to speak.

Amicea stared out at the sea. She turned to her glass cups on the outside tea table and threw them against the stone, and she screamed.

A queen's life is never her own. Her mother’s words rang in her ears. It will always belong to her people.

#poe dameron x original character #poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #kylo ren x original character #kylo ren x ofc #ben solo x oc #ben solo x original character #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren fanfiction

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fairycosmos · 5 years ago

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*urgent* I'm feeling really suicidal tonight. I just feel like I cannot survive this and i cannot go on. i have nothing to live for. nothing. I feel so alone and so sad and i just cant do it anymore. I would never kms and I wont do anything stupid. But what do I do about these feelings... I cannot sleep tonight and i just keep crying. please help :(

hey love. im really sorry to hear that. some nights just feel so impossible. it goes beyond words and all conceivable thought. i don't blame you at all for breaking down and crying - while it's painful, it's honestly ok and necessary to process negative emotions. you're not doing anything wrong. the important part is knowing that self destruction won't get rid of them. you feel like you can't go on, you acknowledge it, but you never act on it. you but try your best to cope and practice some self compassion until things feel lighter, usually when the sun comes up, and you can try again. it's a really good sign that you're able to say on a logical level that you won't harm yourself. always hold onto that. do you not what triggered this? what usually distracts/helps/calms you? what do you need in this moment? is there anyone you can call or text? when you're able to, take a deep breath and try to have an honest conversation with yourself. it's alright if you don't have all of the answers. but taking the time to identify short term solutions could really make a difference. if you have to cry or just lie in bed before you get to that point, that's alright too. there's no specific blueprint for his to handle such a dark moment, but ultimately this is just a fleeting moment in your life. and that doesn't mean it's not allowed to hurt but, your worth and experience as a human being is not going to collapse under the weight of your thoughts. instead, you're going to learn as you go. you're so much more capable than you realize. and i don't say that off handedly. you have so much time to figure it out, to become your whole self. and maybe in this moment you don't want that future, and i understand. five more minutes with this feeling doesn't feel worth ten years without it, right? but your life waits for you regardless. and it is ever changing, never set in stone - not doomed to feel as heavy as it all does right now. it's rare to be alive. you have forever to leave it behind. you will get through this because you have the tools to do so, you know? and it's fine if you don't quite believe me, but it doesn't make it any less true.

some suggestions about what you can actually do proactively in this moment to get out of your head: cry as much as you want, write about how you're feeling, get a glass of water and engage with something else (a book, tv, whatever you like), meditate (youtube has some really good ones for depression), call a suicide hotline or a friend/family member if necessary, listen to music, sit outside and breathe, rest when you can. obviously these things aren't meant to absolve you of your issues long term, but just directing your attention else where and weathering the storm is the whole point. just like what you're doing right now by sending this. it may feel stupid or weird to engage in such activities but they do prevent you from obsessing over your thoughts. they lend you some perspective.

i don't know what you've been through or what has led you to this moment, and i won't pretend to. but there are so many ways to learn to manage that don't involve harming yourself. trouble with that is it's exhausting isn't it? trying is so tiring. so the tears are partially a way for your body and mind to let it all out. it's okay. we all have lose it at times. we're human. but you will always be given the chance to start over when you wake up the next day, and that's really something. most importantly though, if you're having frequent suicidal thoughts then i really think seeking professional help is your best option if possible. as a long term solution anyway. it may be scary and uncomfortable but it won't be as bad as your brain wants you to believe. and you deserve to talk about what hurts, to identify the causes of your pain, to learn how to implement healthy coping mechanisms into your life. there's so much that can be done: therapy, meds, exercises. you don't have to die to let go of this frame of mind. please just consider it. don't write the idea off even if you want to. and if for some reason it's not possible, then i hope you know that there are often a lot of community support groups and resources available to people in your position. others have been where you are, they get it to some extent, and you're not alone no matter how isolated you feel. i get that it's daunting, i just believe in you. and i know that your presence on this planet has had a positive impact in ways you can't even comprehend because you're blinded by the idea you have of yourself (as we all are.) you will find so many meanings and reasons to live as you grow into your whole self. even something as small as wanting to see the seasons change. where you're at right now is not where you'll always be dude. and bad nights are just that, bad nights. so if you put your energy into getting by one day at a time, then you're doing it, and life will carve a path for u regardless. but you have to give yourself a chance to get to that point, yeah? if one day feels like too much, focus on surviving the hour. even the minute. eventually you'll look up and see that change was always inevitable in the best way. you are not your low moments. im rooting for you with all my heart and hoping you stay safe tonight, and always. i'll understand if this doesn't resonate with you, but i mean it all. it's here for you to come back to. let me know if you need a friend or if you want to talk. take care, take it easy. get some sleep when you can.

#tw suicide #life is so hard isn't it #stay safe #anon

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years ago

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596-597: "On the Verge of Annihilation! A Deadly Monster Comes Flying In!" and "An Intense Battle! Caesar Exercises His True Power!"

so i herd u were gonna kick my ass?

I have said this a lot lately... but what just happened?

Did Caesar just clean house?

Did he actually just systematically destroy the opposition BY HIMSELF? Luffy, Robin, Franky, Tashigi and Smoker one after the other?

Damn. I did not expect that at all. Right up until the final twist, I was convinced Luffy was going to take him and it would have been mission accomplished (then, after that, defeat Smiley and escape Punk Hazard without letting Caesar wriggle out of their clutches).

Caesar is much stronger than I thought.

The man said it himself at the end of 597: “Don’t underestimate me.” I regret to admit that I did, Caesar. I totally did. I thought he’d live up to the usual Mad Scientist Trope Manifestation: a non-fighter who is very clever but a bit cowardly and useless when the fight turns physical.

Instead, Oda has gifted us with an Absolute Madman with more tricks up his sleeve than a pub magician.

Let’s Set That Thing Full of Poison Gas on Fire! What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

The action picked up where 595 left off. Luffy announced to the world that he would kick the Master’s ass and kidnap him!

Needless to say, this announcement did not go down well with Caesar’s centaur minions. Did that rubbery whippersnapper say he’d kick our beloved Master’s ass and kidnap him? TAKE HIM DOWN!

Once the steam from impact had cleared, Smoker also realised the Strawhats had fallen right into his lap again and gave the order to capture them. For about two seconds *everyone* was after them. And it did not phase Luffy, Franky or Robin in the slightest. While Luffy searched for Caesar, Robin and Franky dealt with the Fodders. Must say Robin and Franky have excellent Volume Fodder Clearance techniques.

There was comedy gold moment when Luffy didn’t realise he wasn’t fighting Smoker. “Hey, Smokey! Glad you’re okay. Was worried the way Law beat you up earlier. What’s up, though? Do you have a stomachache? Are you constipated? Why are you weaker all of a sudden? And you sound weird today.”

Smoker came charging up, all like, “Come on, Tashigi! Don’t get your ass kicked by Strawhat!” And suddenly this glasses girl whose name Luffy could not remember was much stronger all of a sudden! Hmmm... what was her name?

Smoker yelled, “IT’S ME. I AM SMOKER!” And Luffy fell about laughing when the penny finally dropped that they’d been shambled by Law. Luffy said there was no point fighting when they were not at full strength. (Luffy’s a good guy, really. If he was a terrible person, he could’ve just kicked their asses and walked. But he gave them a literal fighting chance.)

Just as Franky got fed up clearing Fodder and was about to melt a huge hole in Caesar’s front door, something large and pink flew through the sky towards them.

Awww... I thought. Smiley has come home to see Caesar. Isn’t that cute? It landed and oozed over Caesar’s ship. Smoker just stood there and looked at it, like, wtf am I looking at here?

Oda used the Fodders who had clambered on board to reveal some of Smiley’s tricks. If you try to shoot it, Smiley releases toxic gas, and all the little Smileys that break off reconverge into one bigger Smiley. A dumb Fodder tried to push it into the river, got stuck in Smiley and ended up with all over poison burns. The biggest idiot decided that burning Smiley would work.

Just think about that for a second because Fodder guy didn’t.

He thought that setting fire to a substance filled with poison gas would be a good idea.

What happened?

Yes, the Inevitable

R.I.P., dumb Fodder Marines. We hardly knew ye. The large kaboom you made was beautiful, though.

There was a quiet moment of misplaced optimism when a fodder centaur said, “Hey, at least it’s gone, right?”

Nope. Turns out that Smiley was only a fragment of Original Smiley who is firing out tiny blobs of itself from the lake where Zoro, Sanji, Brook and Samurai are.

Why was Smiley doing that?

We were about to find out, as a familiar cackle from above announced Caesar’s arrival.

He’d been standing on the roof all along, watching the carnage unfold. How could he resist recording the results of his creation’s rampage?

“Good boy, Smiley!” he cried. “I’m sorry I locked you up for three years!” (No you’re not, Caesar. Let’s not pretend.)

Smoker and Luffy both had an “Aha, it’s you!” moment. “You’re Caesar Clown, aren’t you?” “Are you the Master?”

Like all Mad Scientists, Caesar has an ego the size of Laboon.

“Yes, indeed! Everyone from the Strawhat Pirates and the Marine G-5, behold the greatest scientist in the world: Master Caesar Clown!”

He told them to wait a few moments for Smiley, as he is weak to water and is flinging himself over piece by piece to cross the lake. Apparently, when all his pieces reconverge on this side of the island, everyone is up shit creek because Smiley is capable of recreating the chemical explosion that levelled Punk Hazard four years ago.

“You will all experience it! A world of death in which no one can survive. And you will learn just how powerful my weapon is. It can destroy an entire island! And the greatness of the world’s best scientist who created that weapon? It’s me, MASTER CAESAR---”

Yeah.... Caesar did not get to finish that sentence.

That is because two rubbery hands appeared, grabbed him round the waist and the next thing he knew, a smiling face was propelled towards him at speed.

WTF, Human Contact? IN MY LABORATORY??

Caesar’s reaction when Luffy attacked him with an aggressive kidnap hug was freaking glorious. He was all, “Ew ew ew, get it off me, what is this thing?” xD

Franky was impressed at how easily Luffy could grab a Logia user with his newly honed haki. He was convinced Luffy would walk the fight, kick Caesar’s ass and it would be job done! Robin was not convinced it would be that easy. After the easy ride through Fishman Island, I figured Luffy would dispatch this highly-strung scientist with ease. Maybe a bit of peril. Then they’d pack up Caesar, figure out how to destroy Smiley and GTFO off the island with the kids and the stolen drug research in tow. [Note to self: always listen to Robin. She is always right.]

I loved this fight so much I watched it back again. Even though the tables turned a few times, I was still so sure I knew where it was going.

Caesar decided to get rid of the rubbery menace clinging to him by turning to gas. Luffy countered with an armoured headbutt, which was dodged. Caesar used his Gas Robe move, which envelops a victim in poison gas. They can last as long as they can hold their breath.

Caesar totally hammed it up. He finds such glee watching people suffer. (I bet he was one of those kids at school who even the bullies wouldn’t touch.) “How long can you hold your breath, Strawhat? Just breathe deeply and drop dead! I have discovered the deadliest gas. Now, suffer and die! I have a front row seat.”

But now I know what you guys hinted at when I asked how Luffy would deal with the poison. Instead of dying from poison inhalation, Luffy snorted up every particle of gas and let it harmlessly steam out his ears. After his big fight with Magellan, poisons no longer work against Luffy. Nice one! Thanks, Magellan, you absolute diamond.

Caesar’s ego seethed to the surface after being outwitted. “Magellan? That venomous fool from Impel Down? I’m not like that pathetic paramecia eater!” (Caesar is such a fruit snob. I bet he’s a wine snob too.)

But Luffy wasn’t listening. He’d already wound up a move and - SLAM! - smacked Caesar right in the chops.

Here’s Caesar Suffering More Human Contact

Ooooooooh, Caesar was mad. After he hit the ground like a sack of spuds, he struggled to his feet and the mask came off.

“Stay out of it, weaklings!” he snarled at his minions. (Who were like, “Did our beloved Master and Saviour just call us weaklings? Did we hear that right?”)

And I have to say Caesar does not mess about when he wants rid of someone. When Luffy leapt at him, the Absolute Madman said, “BRING IT!” and whipped out one of his best moves. That Gastanet explosion was awesome. He also did not give Luffy a second to recover. Those Smilies? Yeah, he ordered them to cling to Luffy, whereupon Caesar used them to cause an even bigger boom.

He Likes Big Booms and He Cannot Lie...

Ahhhhhh... this was the peril I missed from Fishman Island, I thought at the time. Caesar had surprised me by not being a total pushover. I mean, of course Luffy would still win, but Caesar was doing pretty damned well.

His minions surrounded him, cheering for him, “Master! Master!” feeding his enormous ego. Strawhat was never strong enough to fight Master in the first place! Caesar, convinced Luffy was down, indulged in a spot of Mad Scientist gloating. “I am the greatest scientist in the world: eater of the Gas Gas Fruit. You didn’t know who you were messing with!”

Then Luffy dusted himself off and said, “OH, THAT WAS CLOSE!” and jet-stamp kicked Caesar right square in the ass. I cheered! Sure this time? (Technically Luffy did fulfil half his goal. He literally kicked Caesar’s ass there, right?)

Caesar was slumped in a bundle of massive coat and jumpsuit (btw, I only just noticed this episode that Caesar is wearing a sartorially interesting jumpsuit. I wonder what possessed him to go shopping, pause by a rack and declare, “Yes. This is the one for me.”) Luffy grabbed him by the lapels and asked Franky if there was anything he could put Caesar in, as he was a Logia and he didn’t want him escaping.

Then Oda threw his curveball.

Remember that Knife-Wielding Tentacle No One Could Turn Off? Caesar Has That Same Energy

I really liked how Toei played this scene. As Luffy was looking around for a barrel, cheerful in his victory, the music suddenly cut out. Then Luffy’s eyes went wide. His hands flew to his throat. He began to choke. His grip on Caesar’s lapels loosened. Violin harmonics kicked in. All Luffy could see was a dark, swimming, nasty red and an image of Caesar, who I could tell was beyond fury because his voice was barely raised above a whisper.

“Ahhhhhhhh, you shouldn’t underestimate me.”

Then Luffy folded like an old glove.

My jaw dropped. Had Caesar just done that? How???

Franky and Robin rushed to help. Franky tried to fry Caesar with a radical beam, but Caesar just turned to gas and disappeared. The next thing, Robin was down. Franky followed. Bam, bam, bam, Caesar was taking them all out one by one!

Smoker realised this was going Very Badly Wrong, tried to order the remnants of his crew to GTFO. But Caesar wasn’t having it. He was obviously done playing.

Tashigi was next to fall. Smoker was the only one left. He whirled round, Caesar’s mocking laugh whispering into his ears. But it was no good. Whatever trick Caesar pulled was too strong. He passed out and Caesar was left standing there, holding Smoker by the arm, victorious among a pile of unconscious bodies.

He just freaking blitzed almost the entire arc cast! By himself!

What the hell? Have I been wrong about Caesar and he is in actual fact pretty strong? I suppose he is their first opponent in the New World. He can’t be a total scrub. Still, that was a proper pasting he gave the Strawhats *and* Smoker’s crew.

And that’s not all. Caesar has pulled a few more dirty tricks by the looks of things, as Law ain’t doing too well, either.

In Other News...

While Caesar was battling with Luffy on his front lawn, Law had sneaked round the back with Chopper. The plan was to distract Caesar and Monet, lead them into another room while Chopper stole a sample, or whatever.

It didn’t quite work out that way. Only Monet was indoors. When Law asked where Caesar was, Monet said, “He’s such a hideous person he’s probably gone out to watch the carnage.” (True.) Law must’ve thought, “Yeah, Caesar would do that,” and decided to put his plan into action.

He convinced Monet to follow him through to another room to give Chopper space, but halfway there, he collapsed in a corridor.

I was like, “Wait... why is Law clutching at his chest? What happened? Why don’t I understand a single thing that is going on? Why do I love this so much??”

Then a white-suited, pale-shoed guy walked up and told Law it had been years and that Law had grown up a lot.

PLOT TWIST: A NEW SHADY CHARACTER ENTERS.

Can’t even begin to speculate who it is, so I’ll just have to be patient and wait.

Chopper may be the Alliance’s Last Hope (Sorry, Obi-Wan. You can sit this one out.)

Unless Sanji finds the samurai’s torso in that damned lake and they finally regroup with Nami and Usopp to rescue Luffy and the others.

But my money’s on Chopper.

Why?

Because Chopper.

This aggressive kidnap hug is probably the most human contact Caesar’s ever had that didn’t involve scalpels.

#one piece #neverwatchedonepiece #nwop #never watched one piece #caesar clown #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #nico robin #franky #tony tony chopper #roronoa zoro #sanji #brook #foxfire kinemon #monet #smiley #vice admiral smoker #captain tashigi #white suit pale shoes

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four-loose-screws · 7 years ago

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Awakening Endgame Chapter - Individual Character Line Translations (Pt. 3)

In this part, I’ve translated all the special lines that Robin’s spouse and kids say to him/her.

リズ

そうよ。だってルフレさんはわたしの旦那さんなんだもん。▼ 約束したでしょ。ずーっと仲良しでいようねって。▼

Lissa: That’s right! You’re my husband. You promised, didn’t you? That we’d always be together foreeeeever.

フレデリク

貴方は私の妻です。いなくなられては困ってしまいます。▼ これからも末長く、貴方を守らせてください。▼

Frederick: You are my wife. Without you, I am lost. Please allow me to protect you for all eternity.

ヴィオール

誰も犠牲にはしたくない… それが君の戦い方だったろう？▼ ならば君自身の身も大事にしたまえ。私との愛の日々もね。▼

Virion: You didn’t want anyone to become a sacrifice… that’s your fighting style, isn’t it? Then treasure yourself the same way. And the precious days that we have spent together.

ソワレ

キミの気持ちはわかる気がする。ボクとキミは似た者同士だから。▼ でも、ボクはキミといたい。それが素直な気持ちなんだ。▼

Sully: I know how you feel. We’re the same. But I want to be with you! Those are my honest feelings.

ソール

ルフレ、僕は君がいてくれて嬉しいよ。▼ もう君を離したくない。君をずっと見ていたい。▼

Stahl: Robin, I’m so happy when we’re together. I don’t want to be apart from you any longer. I want my eyes to be on you always.

ヴェイク

ルフレ！俺様がお前を世界一幸せにしてやるって言ったろ？▼ そいつは、まだまだこれからなんだぜ！▼

Vaike: Robin! I told you that I’ll make you the happiest person in the world, didn’t I? Well, I still want to keep doing that!

ミリエル

不思議なものですね。人の気持ちというものは…▼ ルフレ、あなたがいてくれるだけで私は幸福な気持ちになるのです。▼

Miriel: It’s fascinating. That which we call a person’s feelings… Robin, I only feel happy when you are there with me.

スミア

私…ほんとうに嬉しかったんです。あの戦いで、あなたが生きていてくれて…▼ 愛しています、ルフレさん…▼

Sumia: I… was really happy. That you survived the fight… I love you, Robin…

カラム

君がいてくれる間だけは… 僕の存在にも意味がある気がするんだ…▼ だから、ルフレ…▼

Kellam: Only when you are here… do I feel like my life has meaning… So please, Robin…

ロンクー

ルフレ…ここにいろ。▼ お前は、俺が幸せにする…▼

Lon’qu: Robin… come here. You make me happy…

リヒト

ルフレ、僕もう大人だよ。▼ これからは君のこと、ちゃんと守ってみせるからね。▼

Ricken: Robin, I’m all grown up now! I want to protect you from now on!

マリアベル

そうですわ。わたくしに断りもなく勝手にいなくなるなんて許しません。▼ 貴方とわたくしは二人で幸せになるのですから。▼

Maribelle: That’s right! You are not allowed to die until I say so! I want us to be happy together.

ベルベット

また私を一人ぼっちにさせる気だったの？▼ ルフレ、あなたがいるから私は幸せでいられるのよ。▼

Panne: Are you going to make me live alone once again? When you are with me, Robin, I cannot help but be happy.

ガイア

お前への報酬はまだ��べて支払い終わっていないぞ。▼ 俺がお前を幸せにするまで、どこへも行かせないからな…。▼

Gaius: I still haven’t repayed you for everything you’ve done for me! Until I make you happy, I won’t let you go anywhere.

ティアモ

ルフレが告白してくれたあの時…とっても嬉しかった。▼ あなたと一緒に生きていきたい、それが唯一の望みになったの。▼

Cordelia: When you confessed to me… I was so happy. My only wish is to live my life with you.

グレゴ

ったく、相変わらずのお人好しだな。もうちょっと力抜いて生きてみなって。▼ けどま、お前のそういうとこに惚れちまったんだけどな…▼

Gregor: Jeez, you’re being as good a person as ever. Try relaxing a little bit for once! But, it’s for this reason that I fell in love with you…

ノノ

ルフレ、どこかへ行っちゃう気だったの？▼ そんなの、や！　ノノはルフレと一緒がいいの！▼

Nowi: Robin, did you feel like going somewhere else? I don’t agree with that! Nowi wants to be with Robin forever!

リベラ

あなたは優しい人です。いつだって自分の命よりまわりの幸せを考えている…▼ でも、忘れないでください。あなたがいるから幸せになれる人がいることを……▼

Libra: You are such a kind person. You always put the happiness of others before your own life… But, please don’t forget. I am happy when you are with me……

サーリャ

はっきり言うわ。私は世界なんかよりあなたの方が大事よ。▼ だから、ルフレ。あなたを離さないから。▼

Tharja: I’m going be honest with you. You’re more important to me anything else in the world. So please, Robin. Don’t leave my side.

オリヴィエ

ルフレさん… 私、もう一つ夢ができたんです。▼ あなたとずっと一緒にいたい… それが私の一番の夢です。▼

Olivia: Robin… I have one more dream. To be with you forever… And that is the most important dream of all to me.

セルジュ

あなたがいなくなったら、私もミネルヴァちゃんも悲し��わ。▼ 私たちを一緒に幸せにできる人は、ルフレ…あなたしかいないのよ？▼

Cherche: Without you, both Minerva and I are sad. Robin… you are the only person that can make us happy!

ヘンリー

ルフレが死んじゃったら、僕も一緒に死んじゃおうかな～。▼ あはは。それがいやだったら、僕と一緒にいて欲しいな～。▼

Henry; If you die, then I want to go with you~. Ah ha ha. If you don’t like the sound of that, then I want you here with me~.

ルキナ

忘れないでください。あなたは私たちの未来を救ってくれたんです。▼ 誰も犠牲にせず、邪竜を滅ぼす方法… 二人一緒なら、きっと見つかるはずです。▼

Lucina (Robin’s wife): Please don’t forget. You are the one who saved our future. We were supposed to… find a way to defeat the fell dragon together, without sacrificing anyone.

ルキナ（親子）

私、今はもう…お母様がいない未来なんて考えられません…▼ 勝手ですよね、私… でも、生きていて欲しいんです…▼

Lucina (Robin’s daughter): I can… no longer imagine a future without you, Mother. This is selfish of me, but… I want you to live…

サイリ

我が故郷の花々を見に行かぬか、ルフレ…▼ 不出来な妻なりに夫の憂いを慰めたい…▼

Say’ri: You won’t come with me to see the flowers of my homeland, Robin…? I may not be the best wife, but I wish to comfort my husband’s sorrows and pain…

バジーリオ

一人で背負い込みすぎだぜ、ルフレよぉ。▼ 心配すんな。人間生きてりゃなんとかなるもんさ。▼

Basilio: You’ve put too much of a burden on yourself, Robin. Don’t worry. Humans will always figure out how to get by!

フラヴィア

まったく…悩みがあるんならさ、なんで私に相談しないんだい。▼ ルフレ、あんたの妻はこう見えて頼りになるんだからね。▼

Flavia: Jeez… if you’re worried about something, why won’t you just talk to me about it!? Robin, you’re supposed to depend on your wife for things like that!

ドニ

ルフレ、良かったらおらの村に来ねえか？▼ 母ちゃんにも話したいんだべ。おら、大切な人ができたって…▼

Donnel: Robin, won’t you come to my village? I want to talk to my mother, and tell her about the precious person I’ve met…

アンナ

私と二人で旅をしてみない？いつか、悩みの答えが見つかるかも。▼ お金のことなら心配しないで。私、役に立てると思うわ。▼

Anna: Why don’t we try going on a trip together, just the two of us? You just might be able to find the solution to your problems. Don’t worry about money! I think I can help out with that!

ウード

まさか…奴がまた現れるというのか… だが、案ずることはない。▼ 我ら神魔を継ぎし者がいる限り… 世界は二度と滅ぶことはない。▼

Owain (Robin’s husband): No way… so it’s possible for him to appear once again… But you have no reason to fear. So long as there are successors of Naga still among us… the world will not fall ever again.

ウード（親子）

悪いが、父さんはどこへも行かせないぜ。▼ 父さんと俺の血が真なる力に目覚めし時… 邪竜は完全に消滅するんだ！▼

Owain (Robin’s son): Sorry, but I won’t let you go anywhere, Father! When the true powers of our bloodline awaken… we will take down the fell dragon for good!

アズール

ほらほら、笑って笑って。暗い顔は似合わないよ？▼ ルフレ…君の笑顔、大好きなんだ。これからもずっと、僕の隣にいてほしいな。▼

Inigo (Robin’s husband): Look at me, I’m smiling! Frowns don’t suit me. Robin… I love your smile. I want you by my side forever.

アズール（親子）

ほら父さん、笑顔笑顔！なんなら二人で女の子誘いに行く？▼ あはは、冗談。でも、父さんが笑顔になれるなら、僕なんでもするよ。▼

Inigo (Robin’s son): Look at me Dad, I’m smiling! Why don’t we go pick up girls together? Ah ha ha, I’m kidding. But I’d do anything to see you smile!

ブレディ

ルフレ、心配するな。あんたの悩みは俺がなんとかする。▼ 俺は強くなって、必ずあんたを幸せにしてみせる。▼

Brady (Robin’s husband): Robin, don’t worry. I’ll do something about your worries! I’ll get stronger and make you happy, I promise.

ブレディ（親子）

俺も…戦う。だから…父さん…お、俺は……▼ な、泣いてねえからな…！▼

Brady (Robin’s son): I’ll… fight, too. So please… Father… I-I…… I-I’m not crying…!

デジェル

あきらめちゃだめよ、ルフレ。自分が犠牲になるなんて、そんなのだめ。▼ 誰も犠牲にしない…それが、私たちが目指す道じゃない。▼

Kjelle (Robin’s wife): Don’t give up, Robin! Don’t become a sacrifice! No one will become a sacrifice… isn’t that what we promised?

デジェル（親子）

父さんには、戦いも、料理も… 色々なことを教えてもらったわ。▼ もっともっと、私に教えてほしいの。だから、父さん…▼

Kjelle (Robin’s daughter): You taught me so much, Father. Combat, cooking… I want you to teach me even more things! So please, Father…

シンシア

ヒーローはみんなのために戦うもの…でもルフレが犠牲になるなんていや。▼ だって…あたし、好きなんだもん。好きな人には生きていてほしいもん！▼

Cynthia (Robin’s wife): Heroes fight for everyone… but I don’t want you to become a sacrifice! Because… I love you! I want the person I love to live!

シンシア（親子）

父さん！これからも絶対一緒だよ！▼ はい、指きり！約束だからね！▼

Cynthia (Robin’s daughter): Father! I want to be together with your forever! Let’s pinky swear on it! Now it’s a promise!

セレナ

あんた馬鹿じゃないの？　少しはあたしの気持ちも考えなさいよね。▼ あ、あんたがいなくなったら… あたしが幸せになれるわけないじゃない。▼

Severa (Robin’s wife): Are you an idiot?! Think about my feelings for a minute! I-If you aren’t with me… there’s no way I can be happy.

セレナ（親子）

…あの…可愛げのない娘で悪いわね。こんな時、何も言えないけど…▼ でも…父さんには… ずっと傍にいてほしいから…▼

Severa (Robin’s daughter): …Um… I’m terrible and not a very lovable daughter. At a time like this, I don’t know what to say, but… But… I want… to always be by your side, Father…

ジェローム

お前は未来を変えてくれたんだ。そして、私自身の未来も…▼ 私とお前の未来は…二人が望むように変えていけるはずだ。▼

Gerome (Robin’s husband): You changed the future. My future… and your future… were supposed to become the one we wished for.

ジェローム（親子）

お前が私に見せてくれたのだ… 運命に打ち勝つ生き方を。▼ だから…諦めないでくれ。父さん…▼

Gerome (Robin’s son): You showed me… how to conquer fate. So please… don’t give up. Father…

マーク（男）

大丈夫だよ、母さん！きっとなんとかなります！▼ 理由なんてなくても、わかるんです。だって母さんはすごい人だから！▼

M!Morgan: It’s okay, Mother! We’ll figure this out for sure! I don’t know how, but I know we will! Because you’re an amazing person, Mother!

マーク（女）

大丈夫よ、父さん！きっとなんとかなるわ！▼ 理由なんてなくても、わかるの。だって父さんはすごい人だから！▼

F!Morgan: *same as above, aside from slight Japanese speech style differences

シャンブレー

悩んでるなら、俺になんでも話してくれよ。▼ 俺、ルフレのためならいくらでも戦えるし、強くなれるんだからな！▼

Yarne (Robin’s husband): If you’re worried, you can tell me anything! For you, there is no limit to how much I can fight, nor my strength!

シャンブレー（親子）

良かった、父ちゃん…！頼むよ、一人で死のうとしないでくれよ！▼ でなきゃ、父ちゃんと母ちゃんの赤ん坊のシャンブレーも悲しむからさ…▼

Yarne (Robin’s son): You’re okay, Dad…! Please, don’t die alone! If you do, then baby Yarne will suffer too…

ロラン

あなたが助かり、邪竜は復活しない… そんな手段がないとは限りません。▼ 探しましょう、ルフレ。二人なら、見つけられる気がするんです。▼

Laurent (Robin’s husband): There must be… a way to save you and avoid the fell dragon’s resurrection! Let’s look for it together, Robin. I have a feeling that the two of us can do it.

ロラン（親子）

父様、僕はずっと調べてきました。あの邪竜のことを…▼ 皆が平和になる方法は必ずあります。見つけましょう、これから…▼

Laurent (Robin’s son): Father, I’ll look for a way! A guaranteed way to get rid of the fell dragon… and bring peace. I’ll find it soon…

ノワール

あなたがいなくなるなんて… 想像しただけで…こ、怖いの…▼ お願い…ずっと私と一緒にいて… もう二度と…いなくならないで…▼

Noire (Robin’s wife): I can’t imagine… life without you… I-It’s scary… Please… be with me forever… don’t disappear… ever again…

ノワール（親子）

ぐすっ…ひっく…えく…ぐすん…▼ 父さん…父さぁん…！▼

Noire (Robin’s daughter): Sniff… hic… ah… ahchoo… Father… Faaaatherrrr…!

ンン

ルフレが望むなら… ちょっとだけどこかへ行っても良いですよ。▼ 私の寿命は長いです。だから、ずっと帰りを待っててあげるです。▼

Nah (Robin’s wife): If you wish to… then I’m okay with you leaving for a little while. My lifespan is long. I’ll always be waiting for you to come home.

ンン（親子）

私はわがまま言わない子なのです。お父さんと会えただけで…良いのです。▼ でも、できるなら… ずっとずっと、一緒に生きていたいのです…▼

Nah (Robin’s daughter): I’m not usually selfish. Just being able to meet you… made me happy. But… if you can… I want you to stay with me for a long, long time…

チキ

ルフレ、あなたと二人ならきっと見つけられる気がするの。▼ 大好きなあなたと、世界… 両方を守れる方法…▼

Tiki: Robin, I have a feeling that if we are together, then we’ll find it for sure. A way to protect… both you, my love, and the world…

ギャンレル

全員を救うために自分が犠牲になる…？くせえな、青臭い自己犠牲ってやつだ。▼ 全員をぶっ殺してでも止めるぜ。ルフレ、俺が欲しいのはお前だけだ。▼

Gangrel: You sacrificed yourself, to save everyone else…? You’re such a pain and so immature, sacrificing yourself like that! I’ll kill whoever I have to to stop this! Robin, all I want is you.

ヴァルハルト

我らは神を越えねばならぬ。神如きと、うぬの命はつりあわぬ。▼ 邪竜は我らが滅するのだ。ルフレを犠牲にすることなく。▼

Walhart: We must surpass the gods, and live in harmony with Naga! We’ll destroy the fell dragon ourselves! There is no reason for you to sacrifice yourself.

エメリナ

……ルフレ…… わたし……は……▼ あなたと… ずっと…いっしょ……▼

Emmeryn: ……Robin…… I...... want…… to be… with you… forever……

レンハ

自分が犠牲になるべきだった… かつて、私もそう思って生きてきた。▼ それが過ちだと教えてくれたのは、ルフレ…あなたなのだ。▼

Yen’fey: I thought that I must sacrifice myself… That’s how I used to live. The one who taught me the error of my ways, Robin… was you.

インバース

私ね、自分の大切な人が無事なら、他人のことなんて正直どうでもいいの。▼ だから、ルフレ…あなたがいなくなるなんて許さないから。▼

Aversa: Frankly, so long as those important to me are safe, I care not about what other people do. So, Robin… I’ll won’t allow anything to happen to you.

パリス

ルフレ、お前が犠牲にならずに邪竜を滅ぼす手段…▼ それを探せばいい。俺と共に。▼

Priam: Robin, I wish we could find a way… to destroy the fell dragon so that we don’t have to sacrifice you. Let’s do it, together.

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As a Model I Got Stalked by a Porn Cam Girl Who Couldn’t Let Go of Her High School Ex Boyfriend in College and How I Dealt

So for those who don’t know, on top of modeling I was an elite springboard and platform diver, in the Olympic track. Technically I left modeling for sports after modeling got scary, but I still dabbled in the clean side of the industry.

I technically started being recruited by The University of Alabama by age 14 years old, well that was my first real trip to campus anyways.

I liked the University of Alabama, because their art program is located near Birmingham, which is an indie designer fashion hub of America. After watching Project Runway on binge growing up, I wanted to support the industry there.

However, as soon as I got to campus on my first or second night I was asked on the team who I would either make out with or hook up with before I knew any of the guys on the team, or girls if I were to go that way for a matter of fact. I was also coming off a myriad of injuries that were half attended to with doctors, after my dad left. My mother lied and said we didn’t have health insurance anymore.

So, I get to campus, and meet this guy Joseph James Pursley (DOB: 10/21/1994, causasion male). On the first day, I didn’t realize he was our head coaches son, because I was a diver and his father was a swimming coach. I told my teammates that I thought he was cute, they told me he was the head coaches son. Hearing how psychopathic our new head swim coach was from the rest of the team before showing up, I wrote him off.

To be fair, Joseph James Pursley does suffer from a myriad of drug and alcohol addictions. I’ve watched him pound a full bottle of wine in one sitting then run to the shower to barf. He would ask me to act out rape scenes with him, because it turned him on according to him. On spring break, I woke up from a daytime vacation nap to him passed out barfing in and breaking the rental home shower once. He uses these things called whippets to get high. He was the mens team Vyvanse supplier when he wasn’t even on scholarship to be on the team. He once punched a crack in his own car windshield as I gave him a sober ride home. He would openly tell me how much he wanted to die or join the military to get me to help him with his homework. He has a cocaine addiction. He once kicked a girl in a twister costumer to the floor on Halloween. And, he wouldn’t let me break up with him, ever. As hard as I tried.

By the end of this relationship I was waking up everyday in panic attacks, or ending the night with anxiety attacks over what JJ Pursley thought of himself while he used drugs. He would do cocaine and speak out of his head. He would else me into sex while he was on psychedelics and I was not. Police were getting called to his home and I would have to go over to try to help during my workday, not mine. Below is an image of what he did to my face. I asked him no repetitively 5 times before I was thrown into the asphalt concrete. Essentially, I was waking up everyday fighting for my own life or having an anxiety attack over what JJ was going to make me do in the night while I slept.

Anytime I talk to police about this situation I get light headed and almost pass out. My mother knew his father where she was from, so she does little to advocate for me at all.

However, I now have advocacy groups working to protect me in the state of Texas from JJ Pursley and everyone still connected to him. I’ve just never known how well these avenues work for kids frok.places like where I’m from.

Time and time again, the United States has shown that no one gives a fuck to help the little kids from the projects of Cincinatti and we do nothing to warrant it. I am hoping that this political shift brings that, if nothing else at all, for once, actually representing kids from the projects.

And what they actually have to fight through to survive and what their usually single parents have to do to get them out of it. One parent is always a hard addict and the other can never seem to do enough to get their own family resources. For me my mother was a HARD addict in the state of Kentucky for a LONG time. After the things I saw my mom do to herself, I don’t even understand how she is alive. I’m always pushing my mom to get clean, but fact of the matter is, she never stays clean. She will scream she hates drugs as she is abusing them behind closed doors. Diet pills, injectables, painkiller pills, alcohol, whatever she can get her hands on.

My mother has also been getting model sued for the greater portion of her adult life whenever she starts using again. Which seems to be anytime I leave the door to start life on my own. Then, I deal with the ramifications of my mom being an addict. I CANNOT LEAVE MY HOUSE IN AMERICA WITHOUT BEING ACCUSED OF BEING AN ADDICT BECAUSE OF MY MOTHER. AND. I. AM. SOBER.

No one thinks this is real, but when you get out of the projects, people try to attack you and your kids through their whole lives as you progress beyond it. Because there is a side of the country who thinks kids from the projects don’t deserve to get out of it.

Two weeks after I arrived at school, his father paired us in the same team building group. He seemed fairly normal this day as a person, but then again he was also sober this day to my knowledge as we were required to be as far as I knew. Then he began pursuing me at parties.

One night, when I was the sober driver for the team, he asked me to give him rides to pick up his friends because his cell phone minutes were apparently out at the time. I later learned that his parents had to put him on minutes because of his addiction to naked images of girls from his high school. He would tell me how guys in his high school would fill their phones up with nudes and then trade Sim cards so that everyone got a little bit of every girls nude images. So, his parents had to move him mid year of school from Arizona to Alabama.

He didn’t tell me it was this serious until after we started dating and his personal porn girl began attacking me directly. I am a girl who had never sent nudes at all by college.

I grew up primarily Hellenist as my religion, and this is something WE DO NOT DO within hellenism. Strictly, I was told our gods would be angered at me if I ever shot nude for a man in a porn sense or sent full porn type nudes to a man for his sexual attention unless it was my boyfriend or full time partner that I trusted to protect me.

He just told me that he had gotten into some trouble in high school, however he had gotten accepted by the coaches onto the team, so I figured he was trying to do better. I was never told to judge people by their past mistakes. However, in JJ Pursleys case, I wish I had.

We actually did become friends before we dated. We would actually spend sober platonic time together, but I also hung out with his roommates so I didn’t think he was a danger to me. In short, I wasn’t scared of a digital pimp.

The first time we “hooked up” we only really made out, and then the next day he told me he had a girlfriend that he hadn’t mentioned previously while getting to know me. After he told me,I told him u was sorry and made up an excuse to leave the situation. So, all was good and dandy. Then the party stalking began.

I coukd not attend a team party in the same room as JJ Pursley without him eventually finding himself standing directly behind me or three feet away from me trying to talk. If I would give him the time of day, he woukd follow me around the party like a lost dog. Then I started noticing how alcoholic he was. He would borrow my car to take his friends to smoke in it without me attending with them.

He would find ways to place himself in the same places as me. However, he was uninterested in leaving the dorm to try any of the clubs I had joined to try tonget acquainted to campus outside of athletics and the inter team hook up culture that was going on within my team.

I for some reason, forgot what level of model I was in college as I was trying ti focus on school and athletics for the four years. But, the team culture still creeped me out. I guess that was just the modeling in me still holding me close to my morals, I’m thankful I did it this way.

A few months into the semester my phone was thrown onto the floor out of my locker by a teammate or a call vibrated it out of my locker. Being a student athlete, I couldn’t afford a new one at the time, so JJ Pursmey gave me his old phone. This girl, Kelley Vivas, had probably sent 100-300 Streams of naked images of her rolling around naked on a workout ball alone in her room, not even working out.

It was literally quote comical to see. When i firstly the images I was like, “hmm what are you doing there???” The positions she was in in order to show her coochie angle to the camera seemed so uncomfortable. Isn’t a workout ball for working out? Zhe woukd be making like angry faces in the images trying to be sexy. It was really just something as they say.

I had never seen another girls nudes at this point, I was shocked.

By winter break, I was able to throw the phone away. Luckily the girl was over 18 according to JJ at the time he gave me the phone. I threw it out anyways, and she wanted to be there doing that. I’m pretty sure that’s still how she makes “her living.” So I did what I can to not get involved with it.

I actually never revenge porned the girl even though she had me non consensually revenge porned for simple dating her ex, when I never even sent her nudes. I was just like, “Holy shit, this is EXTREMELY embarrassing for this girl Kelley. I’m just gonna not and get rid of the phone.”

But then, even though I didn’t revenge porn her after being handed her nudes in the age of revenge porn, she would still attack me. Now her and all of her local friends have protections set up by me where I can call police if they try to get near me at all. JJ Pursley as well.

Luckily the Texas DAS office let me look up all their information and submit it in for protections. Then, a stalking advocacy group took over this portion of my life for me. So I do feel safer, now.

Just knowing I can pick up my phone and have them arrested if they even get near me, is a ton of solace after this situation. I thought I was I’m a literal living hell after seeing this girl naked and how much she wanted to attack me into oblivion for simply dating someone.

I would make him go on walks with me. We would go to the movies with groups of people. We would eat. He would take me to stores or shopping centers driving wise. But this girl just would not stop. I have no clue where her psychology us at after being a porn cam girl, which is why I had to report her to police.

It wa super creepy and I was honestly afraid she was getting ready to seek me out. She would acreenshot my social images of me on spring break during the second semester of college and send send to him as if she was going to use them for something. And now her whole life is a revolving lawsuit luckily for me. I don’t don’t think she was loved to finish out her college degree.

She has no job listed online, and she still tries to attack my character. I’m unsure why, she sees how bad JJ Pursleys life has gotten, how does she not realize that she is next. I was tying to help her by not forwarding her nudes to anyone. But I guess she was mad because she likes being a porn star? That’s fine with me, but you can’t attack non-porn stars for not wanting to join you.

I’m not sure if this girl was a part of a wider network, but she’s about to be a Jeffrey Epstein cronie by age 24. If she’s not already, I felt so bad reporting her, but the advocacy group and DAS office gladly took the information from me. That was a HUGE step forward in feeling safety in my own life again as a model.

Personally, I did make a plan to jump from the roof of my dormitory dormitory the ground after this girl began attacking me. I DO NOT FEEL THIS WAY ANYMORE, AT ALL. I have gotten multiple rounds of therapy for what Kelley Vivas and Joseph James Pursley did in my life as I was trying to start art school, my whole dream after being born in projects as a kid.

Luckily, after receiving therapy and getting better, I still have my modeling career and my art career. And I don’t struggle to get jobs in fashion or art still. My contracts have actually begun protecting my personal images and creative content for me online after how many times both women and men began stalking me with bad intentions. THIS WAS A MASSIVE BLESSING IN MY LIFE.

So immediately then after the attacks began, I knew I was going to have to report the situation eventually to either my contracts or police. I happen to have such a huge modeling contract established when I was a child that my family has it protected by a bank. Some models do have their contracts protected, if they are large enough at a young age. My family personally doesn’t speak about the intricacies of my specific contract for how large it got so young. I’ve started telling people small parts of it so they will leave me alone, but the rest of my contract is in a bank vault at what brands were willing to offer me at such a young age for my good nature and ability to always try to do the right thing.

My family, after my childhood, is extremely proud of me for this and they remind me daily, weekly. And monthly of how proud of me they are for my work in modeling alone.

It got so huge so fast for me that I had to hide inside of my home after a while. Eventually, the world got safer for highly talented kids and now I just get my big drops at home.

I do really miss going to a set, but shooting from home helps keep me safe from the types of men that used to be kept around modeling sets or would sneak their way onto set.

I also began looking up free scientific mental health resources online so that I wouldn’t fold in on my own mental health while moding, and could laugh about situations such as these.

Any time I catch myself doing something out of character for me and my career. I get therapy, get online resources, get free hot lines. Then I move on.

Again, growing up within the modeling industry, I was ALWAYS told by my dad’s model friends and the Cincinatti Ballet that I DID NOT NEED OR HAVE TO DO PORN TO SURVIVE. They very much advised against it with me, and any guy who has ever tried or threatened me into it, has no life now financially. I cannot thank these people enough for their guidance.

In business, JJ Pursley with a degree, was offered offered $22k base salary and them promptly almost lost his sales job, because no one would buy from him.before finishing my degree, I was offered a 40k base salary after freelancing through college, for a role where I didn’t even have to make sales at the job.

Now, I’m getting modelng contracts and job offers galore now that I have my degree completed out after going through this while trying to finish a collegiate degree out. I cannot say thank you enough to the people who kept a pulse on the EXTREMELY DANGEROUS situation for a model of my level and helped to pull me out of it once I could break free.

I am extremely proud of myself for surviving this, this felt like one of the biggest tests of my life so far. It was an extreme every day stressor while I attempted to complete my college courses, and I wasnt even attacking anyone.

Now, I can only laugh about it. Now, that I know larger organizations are working on the issue. I feel immensely safer now that this new wave of police and legislative system know this story.

But then again, JJ Pursely himself, began being followed by police before the relationship was even over. He has now been removed from SEC athletic football games, and almost arrested on the streets, by police.

So back to the story. At the time, JJ was telling me how much he hated being this way and how much he was trying to not be a porn and drug/alcohol addict verbally. He would tell me that he wanted to kill himself over this girls attachment to sending him nudes. So, I tried to help him in early work ways as best as I could. No one deserves to die over this. But I still haven’t heard of JJ Pursley and Kelley Vivas being forced into rehab, and JJ almost gets arrested on the street.

Yes, porn is not illegal, but trying to force a model into it is. I couldn’t tell JJ how big of a model I was.

During the relationship he woukd se the quality if my contracts and start to wonder about what was going on. But, I kept it a secret from him because of the lorn addiction attached to him and how much he would beg me to do it for him.

Kelley Vivas on the other hand, was a dancer I guess. I’m learning from this situation and others, that a lot of ballet or those types of dancer dancers actually engage in full porn type shooting or sex work outside of their jobs. Let me make this clear, not pole dancing, full porn and sugar daddy’s type stuff. I feel bad that they have to do this to get paid, but get a second legal job if dance doesn’t pay enough.

That is exactly what I do. Sometimes I get 3-5 legal jobs or contract position to not do porn or sex work when I’m not modeling. I know tons of other dancers who work 3-5other jobs on top LEGAL dance as well. I’m only approached by ballerinas for prostitution, still. Ballerinas mostly, approach me in public and try to tell me sex work is okay.

I left Ballet to model when the outsiders beginning targeting me shit started because I didn’t like it. My modeling contract is now protected by a bank vault vault yall can’t get it.

The Cincinatti Ballet is the only Ballet I trust. The Cincinatti Ballet and my contracts. The women and men at Cincinatti Ballet and within my personal modeling contracts told me I NEVER needed to do porn. They would only side hug me and tell me how beautiful I was. They were not upset at me for leaving dance after what men tried to do to me because of it. I would still dance for this Ballet troop if I could even meet their standards for human beings.

The dancers from the Cincinatti Ballet would pull me to the side as a little girl and show me the dance hall asking me if I even knew how beautiful I was as a very very young girl. And they gave me the confidence to never need to do porn or give into Sugar Daddy culture. All because a Ballet troop showed me how much they cared about children NOT having to do that.

I cannot thank the Cincinatti Ballet enough for dropping in on my practices as a child or finding me at their shows and walking me through the hall making me feel poised and confident enough to rise above it.

So after I initially was beginning to date JJ Pursley and trying to hear him out about how he wanted to change as a human himself, I thought I would give him a chance to change. He didn’t. And that’s okay, I hope he gets mental health help.

Once Joseph James Pursley decided that I was a better option than his ex, he began trying to break up with her. I guess fearing that she would lose her already set Porn career, she woukd threaten to kill herself to him as he broke up with her. She would literally threaten to kill herself for her high school boyfriend breaking up with her.

So then eventually JJ Purey did enough work to get her in the back burner, and he actually started making an effort to get out of the home with me. He woukd take me to my car appointments to get my car serviced at the time. He woukd take me in fast food dates. He woukd teach me how to skateboard again outside, etc. Once we got his cam girl ex out of the picture, we actually started having a pretty wholesome time with others. Then the attacks began.

She would call him telling him that she was going to hang up and kill herself if he broke up with her on the phone call. JJ Pursley would be on the phone crying and asking her to not kill herself over their break up. This part was actually really sad.

JJ would start hanging up and telling me that he wanted to die or join the military, because of what Kelley Vivas, the cam girl, was making him go through.

And she still stalks him. This part if the story I actually feel bad for him.

I don’t feel bad for his addictions. That’s the part I don’t feel bad for him for.

Let me preface, I sometimes do put filters over my social media images, because technically my face is trademarked or protected under brands. So if someone were to catfish trying to be me, or use my face and body as intercultural property without ler.ission from my contracts, they woukd get sued. So, at that time I would filter my photos in order to avoid becoming the subject of someone’s catfish over another.

I’m sure this girl would say, “well I’d didn’t know it was like that,” now. But she shouldn’t have to know it’s like that to not be a psychopath.

She began messaging JJ Purey how ugly I was. Calling out my filters on my photos. Reminding him that they had child names picked out. Eventually, JJ showed me it all. He would tell me how delusional this woman was and how wrong she was when he told me.

But at least he made sure to let me know some psychopathic girl was about to drive in from Arizona.

She eventually began requesting that JJ Pursley shoot revenge porn of me for their high school hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. Because I woukd refuse to send JJ any nudes as his girlfriend. I was actually very adimate against sending them to him.

Then JJ Pursley made the conscious decision to film me during a compromising moment via the app Snapchat, which is apparently trackable. I know my blog is being followed by my brands only now. So I do feel safer, now.

This girl just would not stop. We were dating 3 years later and age woukd still try to reach out to him. Luckily, I was able to follow and screenshot her and her friends socials until they got found out in order to protect myself.

These girls even sent their friend to stalk me on campus at my own university and laugh in my face… they stalked and abused a blind girl via social media.

Eventually, after these women got found out, they were forced to join community service organizations.

I have no clue if the girl, Kelley Vivas, was even allowed to finish out her collegiate degree via The University of Arizona, however she was supposed to be a medical professional. And she eas threatening suicide to a man over a break up when they didn’t even live in the same state anymore.

So my best advice if you are in a situation like this and scared to get out of it, fearing death, tell police. Tell therapists, tell your parents, tell your friends.

Tell anyone you can about how you tried to get away. Work hard or seemingly difficult busimess type or learning jobs to try to take over your mind.

It gets extremely stressful and downright CREEPY in your life if you let people do this to you or approach you with these intentions. I quit my sport and my dream major, left and separated myself and pretended it wasn’t happening unless to defend myself.

I was super lucky that my next major was also a dream to me and made my mind actually feel good again. But I did research it super hard before transferring into it, so I knew it would be that way. I am still EXTEEMELY THANKFUL for my school in letting me do this and then eveb reach out when my boyfriend became extremely abusive to me again tonhelo get me into therapy.

As women, this is all we can do, in my own opinion. When it comes to modeling at the level that I do, I choose to forget about it completely from the creepy people who try to know me after my modeling career hits again. Luckily, by starting to tell people when I weirded out or scared of the people who even try to follow me, I get better protection to do my job.

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Published July 6, 2021

Categorized as About Me, Social Justice IssuesTagged real life relationship abuse, stalking