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Okay, on a second playthrough of Rain Code and I really got a better look at Martina's mindset in general.
I honestly forgot how genuinely power hungry and downright diabolical she is. It's honestly mesmerizing how into her power trip she is during Chapter Two's case. She's so confident, she even licks an open jar of poison just to make a point that it's expired.


Now the reason why I don't recall her power trip and destructive, cruel nature was because it was all wiped away as soon as Yomi ordered her executed for making him look bad. In a second, Martina's terrified and pathetic and in the same way as Seth Burroughs, her fate left unknown to the viewer until Chapter Four.
It makes me think about how police forces are pretty much conditioned and told to go buck wild, to show no mercy, to enact cruelty and subjugation on civilians until they get their way. They get off on it. It's a power trip. Anyone who tries to show restraint on the force is routinely harassed until they quit or find themselves in trouble.
And this is what I really like about Martina as a character. There just isn't any excuse for her. She wanted power and control. She enjoyed it. Being an Amaterasu Peacekeeper gave her a way to enact power over others. Kissing up to Yomi, who I'm pretty sure her "love" and "adoration" for was quite shallow, gave her power and control. And it's addicting. It feels good.

Until she realizes that it's an illusion and someone like Yomi is just using her till he's done with her. She thought she endeared herself to him so much that she wasn't disposable like everyone else in Kanai Ward. But it isn't true and Yomi can just quite literally smash her up into a cube without a problem.
The next time we see Martina, she has undergone a lot of change. A near-death painful execution scare definitely pry your eyes open with a wrench and make you take a look at just how cruel you have been as well as the system you propped up.
She's self-reflective enough to the point that she tells Makoto she will resign from the Peacekeepers even though he says she doesn't have to (which is great in itself because it's powerful that Makoto stepping aside to let her make that choice *herself*). Martina orders the arrest on Yomi, but it's more than just sweet payback. She puts forward the example that criminals are human beings and meant to be treated with equality, fairness and respect. And it makes Yomi scream and lose his goddamn mind.
But more than that, Martina knows she isn't done with atoning, quits the Peacekeepers, and is aiding in rebuilding Kanai Ward. She gains autonomy and lets power go to become a better person.
And I loved every second of this arc. My only wish is that there were more moments of it... like maybe we could have seen her when Makoto stopped her execution because that would have been at her lowest. But as it stands, I knew there was always a reason why I adored and LOVED Martina Electro as a character. I've always been attracted to stories of attack dog type characters growing past what they were and becoming something new.
Martina is wonderful because she was an honest-to-god shitty cop who got an earth-shattering awakening that reshaped her entire morality until she became someone who renounced her need for power and actually aided the society around her. Love to see it.

Not strictly important: I would also let her fucking kill me.
#i could go on and on about this woman#martina electro#master detective archives: rain code#rain code#i always wanted to put into words why I adore Martina and this is the closest I'll get#character analysis#kinda
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I don't know how to tell you that you should care about other people.
I keep reflecting to determine if there's something more within me that's causing me to still feel so incredibly sick by it all. Really trying to expose the raw roots of the feeling to see if it stems from some kind of selfishness. And I suppose it does. But to reduce it to just that would also be lying, because it's a combination of poisons down in that soil. It's betrayal and a feeling of isolation amongst a group I thought I once knew, and then that selfish and bitter root grows in like a weed. I can only quietly observe to myself: "ah. this is where the radicalization and rampant nationalism come from. this is why I see it flowering in my family."
It's because I feel my trust breaking all over again each time I forget about it and try to go on with my business. I remember that I still can't mourn publicly without someone educating me on why obviously if I'm mourning, I must have Insert Political Alignment Here. I remember the utter silence and the downright celebration of more civilian deaths because "oh, fuckin Yaya or whatever deserved it after what Israel does."
For the record, Yaya-Or-Whatever didn't deserve it, and I still remember the lead dropping into my stomach upon hearing that from a friend. No one deserves it. No one ever deserves it.
I don't know how to tell you that you should care about other people.
Maybe that's a quote leftists recognize, but I realize now that few of them actually stick to it across the board. And I'm admittedly selfish, because I hoped that leftists could at least have a moment to care about my people suffering too before getting back to helping the people who currently need the most help. But instead we got "Yaya-Or-Whatever Deserved It." And I've been laying here for months watching everyone on the left just go back to the usual armchair activism as if they didn't just fucking say that, and when I do bring it up, suddenly I'm the problem for pointing out that it was fucked up.
You won't erase it, fyi. We saw you say it. Some of you said it with your full fucking chest. You were callous and let the antisemites into the bar by openly celebrating Jewish death. Then you pretended we were talking about Palestine when we pointed out your antisemitic actions. You know that's not what we were even pointing to as an example. But it's very convenient for you to pretend we don't know the difference, isn't it?
I don't know. It's just a reminder that most of you are actually all talk and virtue signals. There's no actual substance behind your ideals, you're just adhering to the party line, same as conservatives do. I guess I was naive to think otherwise. It's disingenuous for you to wonder why people leave the leftist movement as a whole and "suddenly" flip sides. You know why, and it's reasons like this - you're just covering it up and pretending it's a totally different, more convenient reason.
Tldr; you're hypocrite ass leftists and fuck you. You should be ashamed of how you acted.
#antisemitism#october 7 2023#israel#mandatory disclaimer on the Cant Read Website that:#1) i dont condone israel's harsh response but also why the fuck do i have to even say this#2) actually you know what fuck this im tired of talking to you and justifying why i should be allowed to also exist#making me jump through hoops like your jewish street monkey#stop fucking excusing the death of civilians#civilian death is civilian death. full fucking stop.#neither Yaya-Or-Whatever or Muhammad-Or-Whatever deserve that.#you fucking lunatics.#things' stuff#basically a journal entry
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Bruce Wayne leaned against the brick wall, his suit uncomfortably sticking to his skin with how badly he’s been sweating. Each movement caused his breath to hitch, the material grazing the cut on his side. Thankfully not deep, but it hurt like a bitch.
He reached over, unlocking the window. Bruce found himself returning late at night to your apartment after encounters with criminals, taking in more hits than normal for a proper excuse.
Fate happened. You were a kind stranger, he was injured, and he needed help. Eventually, it remained like that for a while. He’d be in one place, some sort of wound visible, and you’d take him in. His eyes had watched you like a hawk, grunting and squirming away from the slightest of advance on instinct.
Embarrassingly enough, he immediately melted into your gentle touch. You guided him, made him feel what it was like to be openly vulnerable with someone else present. It’s wrong. You’re a civilian, continuously helping Batman would put your life at risk.
He feels guilty about it. You’re too kind for him, never daring to stay close to him than is necessary and choosing to respect his personal space. It was welcomed at first, but he wants more of it, more of you.
The only time he’ll actually touch you is when the pain is incredibly overwhelming his senses, which has him catching your wrist accompanied by a restrained grunt. Like he’d been burned, he’d pull back once reality crashed back down. He can’t, he shouldn’t. He’s putting you in danger.
Damn it all to hell.
Bruce tripped, stumbled, landing right on your lap. How convenient, he thought. He held himself upright, clutching the top of the couch’s backrest in a death grip, eyes wide. Bruce frantically searched your face, analyzing your reaction. “I’m—” He’s cut off when you pull him closer, gasping in surprise.
“It’s okay.” You reassure him, a soft smile gracing your lips and he wants to kiss you senseless. Until you can’t feel your hands, your face, or use that smart brain.
He stays like that, straddling your hips as you clean the wound on his side. It’s taking everything in him for his thoughts not to drift towards sinful ideas, borderline unprofessional.
He can’t help it.
Every touch, even an accidental brush on his skin has his breath hitching, anticipation thrumming in his veins. Heat pools deep within him, leaving him aching. He hopes you don’t notice, pants tightening and he’s almost painfully hard.
You do. Of course, you do. Right when you finish patching him up, earning a few pained groans, you halt him from standing up and leaving. “Batman.”
Oh fuck. Bruce is doomed. He wants to sink into the floor, or maybe the wall would be better. You know how he truly feels about the situation, and this is the last time he’ll ever see you. Panic rises, but he doesn’t allow it to outwardly show. His palms suddenly become all clammy, sweat dotting his forehead—
“May I?” Damn you.
Your hand settled on his muscled thigh and he has to suppress a shiver. Your fingers inched closer to where he needed you the most, just a little bit higher. But then you stop. Bruce whines.
“Please,” Batman didn’t beg, never did. “Please, I-I need it.”
He panted, excitement delivering a spark of heat that rushed straight to his core. His arms surrounded your shoulders, trapping you in his hold as he leaned down to your neck to hide in shame. He assists you in pulling down his suit enough to expose his glistening cock, pre-cum oozing from his slit.
Bruce felt like a wreck, lips in a tight line to prevent any embarrassing sounds from leaving his throat. Your thumb swiped across the cockhead, pressing down with enough pressure to force out a choked gasp from him.
“Don’t hold back,” You whisper directly into his red-tinted ear. He felt his hole clench around nothing, your words making him light-headed and he involuntarily bucks his hips against your touch. “I’ve got you, c’mon. Let me hear you.”
His breath stutters when you begin to gently trace the angry veins, moaning softly as he pulsates in your grasp. It’s been too long since he’s had someone—anyone—to touch him intimately, but never like you are now.
Your fingers wrap around his cock, slicking up your palm. It’s a slow pace, guiding him to a gradual orgasm. Gods, fuck, why were you being like this? He’s uncertain whether he enjoys how you’re treating him as though he’s made of glass that could shatter any unforgiving moment or if he should beg for you to fuck him rougher, make him go all dumb and drunk off the feeling of you.
He desperately ruts against you, it was selfish but the both of you knew he needed it. “Mmm.. fuck, I–” He gasps when you jerk him off a bit quicker, coming up to tease the underside of his tip every single time. Throbbing at the increased pace, he felt his eyes roll back into his skull. “more, ah ah mngh, more please.”
Bruce knew his manners, with his skin absolutely flushed and mind consumed with lust and greed to taste and take. “Yeah? Keep talking for me.” You urged, twisting your wrist as his pre-cum lathed up your hand, producing so much he seems like he’s right there. “Feels so g–good.” He whimpers, thighs trembling as his knees were beginning to fail on him.
Your too-good praise didn’t help him, at all. He felt young all over again, horny and wanting. “Beautiful,” you whisper, “need me to help you, don’t you, B?” The air gets knocked out of him, leaving him panting. He can barely feel his brain, all sensations leading to your hand pumping his wet cock.
“Need you,” He didn’t care how pathetic he seemed in this state, all he knew how desperate he was for you with your slick palm teasing his tip, rubbing in little quick circles. “ngh, so bad...”
Bruce Wayne knew he shouldn’t be thinking like this, but he wants you to stay with him. He could protect and provide for you. Who else would you want to be with besides him? That’s right. No one.
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a paddock day
charles x civilian!reader

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liked by yourbsf, and 12 others yn yo soy muy feliz aqui ! hasta mañanaaaaaa barcelona gp, te quiero mucho! [i am very happy here! see you tomorrow barcelona gp, i love you very much!]
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yourbsf finally main girl gets to watch a gp!
⤷ yn literally jumped on this plane last night im shivering and quaking.
yourfriend ATE THAT UPPPPPP!!! WNJOY
⤷ yn THANKS BABESSS
yourbsf im literally telling u they’ll see u and go WOAH WOSH WASH! then theyll fall in love with you and you’ll be those lowkey ass wags
⤷ yn Should I just wear a giant banana costume to get their attention
⤷ yourbsf DUHHHH!!! and go public, theyll stalk you and follow u and ull go famous
⤷ yn what happened to being lowkey ass wag
⤷ yourbsf i can be your wag😊💋
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you strolled through the paddock through all motorhomes like a little girl, contained with excitement. a lot of people were there but somehow, not in front of the ferrari motorhome.
you saw a man dressed in all black (kind of stupid since it was burning hot) with black sunglasses as a hat on his head walk you way. “um excuse me? would you mind if you took my photo please?” you approached him as he turned to you
he looked at you but of course, he was wearing the sunglasses so you wouldn’t tell what he was thinking. did he not speak english?
“tu no hablas ingles?” you asked “Oh! No, sorry. I do speak english and of course. Where would you want to take it?” He said in a foreign language.
“Just here” you walked over to the 55 wall “You are a fan of Sainz?” He took your phone as you walked over “Both of them, but my best friend loves him and couldn’t come so I thought I’d send her a photo” you laughed as he did as well.
He took a few photos as you stood in front of the wall. “Leclerc or Sainz, for you?” He asked, handing you back your phone “Both” you said in an obvious manner
“Life or death” he laughed “….Leclerc… though, Ferrari needs to stop fucking him over so he can get another win” You shrugged, putting your phone in your pocket as he nodded with a smile. “You?” “Leclerc!” He exclaimed as you giggled, this man was quite fun.
“I lit a few candles today in hopes he might win, I really hope he does. Or any Ferrari win” You said “Do you have a number?” He asked stupid question he thought “I’m sorry— that was a stupid question” you laughed “Do you mind if we exchanged them?” You scratched you head “Um… ad much as I want to, I don’t exchange numbers with random attractive guys, I’m sorry” you laughed “Attractive? Thank you” “Well seeing as I can only see half your face…” you felt your phone start to vibrate and saw your friend calling you
“I have to go but it was lovely meeting you! I hope we get our Leclerc win today!” You started to walk backwards “You too!” You turned around, putting your phone to your ear as you head your best friend’s scream, unknowing that Charles’ eyes lingered on you.
It was only free practice today. He hoped to see you around more.


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yourbsf LETS GO BITCH 55!!!!!!! yourbsf still think u shouldve given hottie your instagram
⤷ yn i got NERVOUS
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liked by 21 others yn POLE POSITION LETS GO BABYGIRL
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yourbsf CHARLES BABYGIRL LECLERC
⤷ yn FUCK YEAH
june 3, 2023
You were admiring the paddock once again, now race day, as you heard the familiar voice behind you. “I hope we get our Leclerc win today” you hear behind you and you start to smile. You turned around and your heart sank to your ass.
Charles babygirl Leclerc was smiling at you “excuse me?” you mumbled, mouth slightly ajar “I know, I was in a more casual outfit yesterday” he laughed and you looked him up and down, wearing his red Ferrari suit “es muy stúpida” you mumbled
“I know you maybe think this is weird but— I could really not stop thinking about you for the last few days and have been trying to find you” He chuckled softly as you felt like you hit your head on the pavement. Charles Leclerc looking for YOU?
“Well, you found me! Congrats on pole by the way” “Thank you! Though I hope to win tomorrow, for the both of us” “Oh please, I can’t take another Ferrari loss” you closed your eyes.
“You are spanish?” He asked “Oh, no! I just like learning languages and visit here a lot” you said “Would you mind… if you showed me Barcelona some time?” was he asking you out? “I- uhm- sure” you fumbled “You don’t give your number, so what about Instagram?” He smiled
“Sure” you grabbed your phone and showed it to him as he searched it up on his phone and suddenly, he was being called by fans. “It was nice seeing you again!” You walked as fast as you could to the other side and he smiled, shaking his head. yn
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yn did not go with the banana outfit @yourbsf. so so sad its over BUT WE GOT A FUCKING LECLERC WIN AND DOUBLE FERRARI PODIUM LETS GO
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yourbsf babes idt u needed the outfit…….
⤷ yn 🙂.
charles_leclerc You are welcome
⤷ yn thank you (and carlitos) for stopping the ferrari drought
yourfriend 😊 LETS GO BITCH
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yn mb my definition of “explore” is a museum LECLERC
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charles_leclerc I enjoyed every moment, stop apologizing cherie. We need another one for more exploring! june 8, 2023
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charles.16 WHO IS THIS NEW WAG
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chalando1 chilll probs just a fan
⤷ charles.16 they 😭 exchanged 😭 instagrams😭
updatef1I I FOUND HER @yn
⤷ yn no you didn’t
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f1w4gs SHES SO FUNNY I LOVE HER ALREADY june 8, 2023
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f1wag._ Meet Yn Yln! Charles and her have been spending more time together and were rumored to have met in the Barcelona GP! We don’t know much about her as she’s very private but we’re already loving her humor!
#charlesleclerc #yn
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f1circuitzz Whatt!!! She’s so beautiful
chacha16 What does she do and what country does she live in?
⤷ f1wag._ We know she is German but we don’t know if she still lives there. She’s a fashion student but don’t know what college/university!
ynsfan11 giggling at the bio
yncharles NEED HER AT THE PADDOCK / GARAGE AGAIN
user1 watch them be together for a week
user3 charles switched to blondes 🌝
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charlesaep I CANT BREATHE YN AND CHARLES WERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME IM SWESTING IM CURING WHETHTHRUFKC
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User1 why can’t she just walk
⤷ yntcdts calm down😭 theyre cute
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yn i got a photographer now 🥹
view all 20 comments charles_leclerc i am “a photographer”
⤷ yourbsf i was THE photographer before you Charles Leclerc. ⤷ charles_leclerc But I am now her favorite one😂
⤷ yourbsf I HATE YOU. YN DUMP HIM
⤷ charles_leclerc NO
⤷ yn why would i dump him? he’s a 2 in one (driver and photographer) / im kidding sharl loveu
⤷ charles_leclerc I mean, I do love driving you around
⤷ yourbsf you both are disgusting
⤷ yn get dick
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liked by charles_leclerc, pierregasly and 11 others yn is this montREAL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? view all 8 comments
charles_leclerc I love it when my girl is a fangirl 😘
charles_leclerc ma belleeeeeeeeee
yourbsf Can I come
⤷ charles_leclerc Am I the best friend
⤷ yourbsf oh fuck you
charles_leclerc Your caption is funny, I love it
⤷ yn thanks sharlie 🥹🥹🥹❤️🩹
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yn SOOO PROUD!!!! CHARLES CAME BACK AND IS NOW A WORLD CHAMPION IM SHAKING?! CONGRATS TO FERRARI ON BEING GETTING WORLD CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPIONSHIP AS WELL IM SHAKING
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charles_leclerc Could not have done this without you, chérie
⤷ yn love u sm babyyyyy⛄️ im scared though why are half the grid following me back (i ofc accepted)
⤷ landonorris because he just ranted to us for TWO HOURS (he always does but for a few mins) about you and how amazing you are, mate! Had to see what the fuss was about
⤷ charles_leclerc Thanks, Lando.
⤷ yn IM GOING TO CRYYYY LOVEU SHARL
francisca.cgomez You’re such a beauty!!! Loved seeing you today💞 Congrats, Charles!
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charles_leclerc Another post about the Championship but this time for the person beside me who motivated me the most. My beautiful girlfriend, @yn, you are my everything. I love you more than you love pasta❤️
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yn good morning?????????????????? WHAT
yn YOU DID THISBALL YOURSELF IM SO PROUD OF YOU LFG
⤷ yn ball
⤷ yncha16 AHAHAHAHAH SHES SO SILLY
⤷ charles_leclerc Without you, I wouldn’t push myself! So technically, you helped. ⤷ yn id do it again ml
ynsbabe yn public when
⤷ yn when sharl learns how to cook pasta 👨🍳
⤷ charles_leclerc Goodluck @ynsbabe
october 23, 2023

#SOF : are we feelin a part 2 ??? #FUTURE SOF: pt2!
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Look, Vergil is my favorite character of all time, but to excuse his actions just cuz you like him is genuinely dumb.
The creator of the netflix dmc show (Adi Shankar) is on twitter making posts about “Vergil was right” “hes too powerful to care about child support” or my least favorite thing he’s said:

THE FUCK YOU MEAN PROTECTING THE UNIVERSE FROM COLLAPSE??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS THINKING ABOUT “reuniting the Sparda bloodline” HE WAS NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT AT ALL!!!!
Vergils flaws are what make him an interesting character, his main flaw is that he’s so motivated by fear that he can’t think about anything else. He can’t move past what happened to him when he was eight.
Vergil caused mass deaths of innocent life in both 3 and 5. He was too focused on gaining power to consider or care the amount of people that would die in the crossfire. It’s not like he went out of his way to kill people he just didn’t care if people did die.
The entire reason Dante wants to fight Vergil at the end of 3 and in 5 is because he wants to stop him. “My soul… is telling me to stop you!” Y’all glance over this quote from 3 too much. “Soul” in the context of dmc3 clearly refers to the characters goals and morals, clearly. So Dante saying his soul wants to stop Vergil is clearly because of his character development in 3 and learning to care about humanity, he doesn’t want Vergil doing these things that cause human death.
Vergil doesn’t just cause the deaths of a few people here and there you do realize that right??? When he raised the temen ni gru in 3 and when he grew the qliphoth tree, A LOT OF PEOPLE DIED. Way more in 5 than in 3, in 5 we get to actually see civilians get murdered too.
Vergil is NOT a good person. He does NOT care about protecting innocent people he doesn’t know. Vergil only thinks about his own fears and trauma since he is so blinded by it. He’s never been a good person. Also, just because someone is super powerful doesn’t mean their better than others, that’s the most dudebro power-scaling bullshit I’ve heard in my life.
Also a reminder that Vergil had no idea that Nero existed, but considering he’s “abandonment” as a child and being forced to learn to protect himself and having the quote of “Without power you cannot protect anything.” I think it’s safe to assume that of he did know Nero existed he would both protect him and teach him to protect himself, he wouldn’t willingly abandon his own child unless he thought Nero would be better off that way. I don’t know how anyone could see that differently.
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rules of engagement with this post: antisemitism, islamophobia, or racism will get you blocked. point blank, period. bad faith arguing will also get you blocked. harassment, gentile bullshit, white saviorism, historical revisionism, etc. all get the block. i’m posting this bc i have emotions not bc i want to spend 5 hours explaining to a complete stranger why people not dying is good actually.
honestly terrifying how westerners who consider themselves progressive view violence not as a last resort but like as a sort of righteous duty, and peace as some sort of boring consolation prize. i, along with many of my jewish and palestinian friends, woke up this morning to news that some of our friends and family might be dead or might die in the coming days and weeks. y’all woke up and saw this as an opportunity to harass jews and palestinians online. i see some of y’all posting about what’s happening as if you’ve dedicated your entire life to this single cause when a search of your blog shows me you haven’t posted shit about israel or palestine since fucking 2021.
there is nothing to celebrate about an extremist faction targeting civilians of a nation trapped under a corrupt government. there is nothing to celebrate about more needless violence, death, and oppression. the pain and suffering of our loved ones does not exist for you to collect activism points, and i’m really fucking tired of watching non palestinian gentiles scoff at the thought of peace because god fucking forbid our people stop dying so you have one less excuse to be racist or antisemitic.
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everyone who still believes that all of this started on oct 7 and that israel is only targeting hamas is fucking stupid and there is no excuse left for your ignorance and blatant discard of genocide.
the goal was always to drive out people out of gaza so that israel can settle its people in it. that's why they're bombing residential areas to ensure that even if a ceasefire is installed then the people won't have houses and buildings to live in. that's why they're targeting and killing civilians, erasing entire families and murdering babies and children to ensure that Palestinian blood lines would stop. that's why they're attacking schools and libraries to ensure that palestine's educational system collapses and with it all the cultural heritage of its people.
that's why they're attacking hospitals and ambulances and leaving premature babies to decompose on hospital beds all alone to ensure that the injured won't be able to be treated adding to the massive death toll. that's why they're blocking food and water to ensure that whoever isn't killed by bombs will die by dehydration and famine and hypothermia due to the cold and the absence of electricity and heating.
every move of israel is well planned and well thought every thing they do is with the goal to drive people out of gaza, forcing them to abandon their lands and stripping them of the possibility to return to it ever again. that's why they're attacking the north and telling ppl to move south only to attack the south so that everyone would go to the egypt borders fleeing from gaza. that's why they're killing journalists to ensure that none of their crimes get out, to kill the fighting spirit in the people outside of gaza.
just because Palestinians are willing to die for their land doesn't mean that they want to. they love life if they find a way to it. they have dreams and aspirations they're living human beings like you and me why are we allowing this mass genocide against them???? don't be complicit don't stay silent don't treat this as a trend please. the least we could do is amplify their voices, the very very very least, from the comforts of our home. the very fucking least.
#free gaza#free palestine#israel#palestine#stop israel#gaza#genocide#human rights#jerusalem#coloniaslim#humanitarian crisis
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He felt sick. Why did you look at him like that? Why were you being so nice? Why weren't you scared of him like everyone else? It made his skin itch just enough; he needed it to stop.
Content: stalking, death threats, yandere
He remembered you well, the look you gave when you offered him the soda. How you said it was an extra by mistake, a kind gesture that just didn’t sit well with him. What was your game? Didn’t know who he was? Even if you didn’t, how could you not see he was bad news, how disgusting he looked. A bitter feeling entered his chest as Shigaraki watched you leave, off to do God knows what, just a stupid little civilian who didn’t know any better. You made him sick.
It didn’t take him long to find your social media, only a few days of trying to fish for information. The area the two of you met in was near a university, you looked about his age, so a student fit and damn was he correct. Even there you presented as this kind individual who could do no wrong. Helping with the needy and deprived like some saint, an obsessive thought edging its way into his mind. What would happen if someone made you snap? A grin crossed his dry lips as the bright screen created a halo around his thin figure, but he was far from angelic, and he was damned to prove you weren’t as well.
“Hey who is this loser posting hate comments in your posts?” A friend had asked after you received a few hate comments, while cyberbullying and trolling wasn’t a new topic, it was odd that your small blog would be hit. Shrugging your shoulders, eyes skimmed the words from the anonymous user: “fraud”, “die in a hole”, “you think this makes you good?”; it almost seemed this user was taking everything personal. Though you couldn’t figure out just what you did to them specifically.
“It’s probably just someone mad and taking it out on random blogs, no? We never interacted before so we can’t possibly know each other. Look, we don't even follow the same accounts.” That was a good point, your friend mumbled in agreement. Perhaps it really just was some spam account, they only told you to be careful in case it got more extreme.
“Just be sure to take screenshots if they threaten you.”
And you did, the comments not stopping only growing by the hour. It got to the point you had to block the account, something you usually didn’t do but felt pressured due to the volume of spam comments and your friend saying they deserved it. A part of you was tempted to just reach out and ask what their problem was, an idea that was dropped when mentioned in your social group. Brows furrowed as the others called you too nice, that people don’t think like you, that some are just fucked up.
It seemed to be going well, after the block the hate comments stopped, and things started to go back into the boring norm of college classes and hanging out in your free time. A notification on your phone distracted you from the recent discussion with your study group. Blood leaving your being as you read the message sent to you, a new account, but the same words.
“Did you really think blocking me would help? I knew it, you’re just like the rest of the trash in this world. One day you’re going to wake up and everything around you is going to be dead, that goody-two-shoes attitude won’t be able to help you either. You’re all going to die and I’m going to do it.”
All attention was back on you when your phone dropped to the floor, your face pale from the feeling of anxiety growing inside you. Saying a quick “excuse me”, they watched you leave to the bathroom in a fit of paranoia. The mirror staring back at you showed a reflection that was never crossed before; widened eyes and mouth agape as you caught your breath. Mind raced with thoughts as you moved to check the stalls behind you, a breath of relief seeing that you were alone.
After the lovely encounter with your new pen pal, your friends convinced you to go to the police in hopes of finding the creep. Though it was shown they couldn’t pinpoint a good enough address, something about a VPN, your mind distracted by other things than computer tech. Looking out the window, every person became a possible threat. Was it the guy in the hoodie getting into a cab? Maybe the woman who was screaming at her phone while ordering a coffee. Your trust in humanity slowly dwindles, a hand on your shoulder breaking those negative thoughts as your friends give a few reassuring smiles. You weren’t fighting this by yourself, you had support.
Taking the police’s advice on blocking the account and switching your social to private, you had a bit more hope that maybe this would end. The small group headed back to your apartment as your friends discussed how crazy the person was. Your mind once more lost in thought on trying to figure out just what you did. The person said you were a goody-two-shoes, maybe they just meant your social media likes and posts, though something in your gut said it was more than just that. It was like they took your existence personally, as if you had truly offended them. A part of you wanted to at least try and apologize for whatever the fuck you did, but the other part knew it would anger the anon more. For now, you decided to push it aside, you did what you could.
Again, things seemed to be calming down, while it was frustrating to be on private, you knew you had to wait it out until things died down. A few weeks, maybe a month or two? God, you just wanted this to be over with, surely the person must have moved on by now, right? Someone couldn’t be that obsessed with freaking you out. So, after a month and a half you opened up your social to the public again. A few happy comments from some mutuals on seeing you back, glad to hear you were doing well. It felt good, almost therapeutic to have that control back.
Another week and still no hate comments from random accounts, maybe they really did give up? You could be so hopeful. Checking your phone for a notification at the store entrance, you moved to place it back in your pocket before being hit by an oncoming person’s shoulder. A quick apology was sent their way as you fumbled with your phone from almost dropping it. Not receiving a reply, you figured the person was just in a rush. The dark hoodie blending in with a crowd of bystanders. Hearing your phone beep caused your eyes to leave the crowd and until the new notification. A simple sentence message from a new account: watch it.
“So, the creep really does know you? We need to go back to the police!” After the encounter, you booked it to your friend’s place, not feeling safe going shopping alone. Shaking your head, you knew it would be pointless. You didn’t get a good look at the person; from what you could see they looked male but that was just a hunch. The police would just shrug it off like they did before, not enough evidence did nothing to help them possibly hunt down a culprit.
“They’ll just blow it off again, tell me to put my blog on private again. It was torture not getting to talk to my friends outside of our group, I don’t want to do it again.”
“Yeah, but this creep saw you! They literally shoulder bumped you!
“But I didn’t see them.”
The two of you fell quiet, a huff from them knowing you were right despite how annoying and stressful the situation was. “So, the guy can just keep stalking you and the police won’t do shit, ridiculous.”
It was, but it was also legal. An agreement came after this that you wouldn’t be left alone if it could be worked out. More eyes meant more chances of seeing who the guy was, which made sense. Part of you felt bad that your friends made sure to be around before and after your classes and even walking you home. They would reassure you it was fine, that they rather do this than hang up missing posters.
Every now and then a new message would surface from a new account, statements about what you were wearing, even pictures taken of yourself and your friends. Screenshots saved before blocking the next account. It was almost starting to feel normal, as if on cue you knew he would send you a new notification on the dot. And one of those days you finally felt bold, what could he do anyway, you weren’t alone so he couldn’t exactly hurt you, besides you almost wanted him to do something in public to put an end to this and call the police.
moth.eater sent: You should try the mountain dew, maybe it would give some spice to your lame life. netizen.55 sent: Why are you doing this? What did I even do to you? moth.eater sent: I just want to see you tick.
That was it, all he wanted was to piss you off? He was doing a shitty job at that, if anything he was just scaring you into a corner. A phrase you remembered from your psych class came back to your mind, anger was a secondary emotion usually from rejection or fear. This guy was trying to scare you to the point of anger, the thought alone didn’t settle well with you. That rush of adrenaline hitting you once more before you could rationalize your response.
netizen.55 sent: I’m not scared of you.
That seemed to do it, it was the first time he blocked you. A feeling of pride filled your lungs, it’s been a while since you felt this satisfied. You won this weird argument; the block proved it enough. He should leave you alone now.
It itched; his skin never stopped burning despite how much he scratched. Red eyes stared through the screen; past the words you so bluntly wrote. You weren’t scared of him? Maybe not right now, but you would be. Every single person in this stupid world would be, sensei said so after all. The chair rolled back behind Shigaraki as he grabbed his old hoodie.
Final exams were nearing, but now that your number one hater had been leaving you alone it seemed less daunting. Your friends were even able to do their own things again which helped the guilt die down, no more being some protected being. Picking up the last textbook from the library, it was a straight direction back to your apartment. The time showed just past 7:15pm meaning a few hours of studying before crashing. Sounded like a good Thursday to you, especially with no notifications! A need to skip home almost overcame you, though the look of bystanders kept you in check.
With the apartment door shut and books tossed on the desk, it was time to get to work. Cracking your balcony door just a bit to let a breeze in, your eyes moved to observe the text. It was a relatively quiet night, not yet the weekend in which other college students would be howling below after a few drinks. Sometimes a police siren would go by, nothing too dangerous from the sounds of it, besides a few heroes were patrolling the area. Getting up to take a break, the clock now showing 8:43pm, it didn’t hit you how long you had been reading for. A hand moving to massage your face and wake up. One more hour you told yourself as you walked towards the kitchen for a drink.
Weird, did you leave the kitchen sink on? Brows furrowed as you tried to remember each step you made when you got home but couldn’t really focus due to being in a slight daze. Maybe you washed a dish and forgot to turn the faucet off. Shrugging it off, you turned the handle and moved to the fridge. Cold pizza and a few beers stared back at you, a mental note to get more groceries this weekend was made as you went back to the sink. Maybe past you knew what they were on about with the sink being on.
Cup in your hand, you stopped dead in your tracks, eyes widening from what was staring back at you. The hallway that faced the sink was empty, a window at the very back that usually helped you see what was going on in the dark apartment was now blocked by the figure. Red eyes stared back at your own, each step you took to move back was followed by another from the person.
“You said you weren’t scared of me; you look like everyone else who sees me.” The voice sounded scratched, like he hadn’t drunk anything in years, as if he was the embodiment of a desert. If it didn’t hit before, it hit now on who it was. Quick to run to the bathroom door, the closest one that would get you away from the stalker, you let out a strangled grunt when you were shoved against it instead. Face now pressed into the wood as the palm of his hand kept you in place. “I knew it, once that little facade breaks, you’re just as shitty as everyone else.”
“Let go!”
Not caring about the panic in your voice, you tried to turn around or at least get him to move, a “tsk” was heard as the hooded man showed you the cup you were once holding. Confusion turned into fear as the cup began to turn into dust just by his touch alone, a silent warning that you would be next if you kept it up. Still processing everything that was going on, the only question that could come to mind was asked, your nervous system in full overdrive with logic out the window. “Why?”
“I told you; I just want to see what’s under that mask. You should really think twice on who you offer free drinks to.”
Darkness was the final reply you got, the world shutting down around you. If you survived this, you would keep the extra soda for yourself.
#flameresistant#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki imagine#shigaraki bnha#shigaraki my hero academia#shigaraki x y/n#yandere shigaraki#poor reader just had an extra soda
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You ever think about what would happen if Bruce had to kill in self defence?
Like literally no other choice, just attacked without holding back because he knows he’s about to die, and he puts a bit more force behind it than he expects and suddenly they’re not moving why aren’t they moving what has he done—
I haven’t put a lot of thought into it, and it depends entirely on how you write his character, but I think he’d either A. spiral before eventually coming to terms with the fact that there really was no other option at the time, B. panic and hide all evidence and pretending nothing happened while slowly spiralling into a pit of self loathing, OR if you want to go the really angsty route, maybe he hides all evidence and after some spiralling convince himself that it’s fine he’s Batman he needs to stay Batman so he’ll just put this behind himself and pretend it never happened, it was just one time it’s fine, but then one of his kids unearths some piece of footage or something and demands why the rules don’t apply to him, why he can keep on working and isn’t a threat despite being a killer yet Jason always gets shit for even knocking someone out. And mayybe one of the other batkids recently killed in self defence too, and Batman was lecturing them because ‘there’s always another option’ and how they shouldn’t be out in the field if they put civilians at risk, when Jason or Babs or someone calls him a hypocrite and it spirals from there…
Ooh ~ I like how you added the element that Bruce didn't mean to kill them. He never actually made that choice.
Despite Bruce's steadfast rules against killing, the man has killed before. Imma link an article here so y'all can look into it. Basically, pre-Robin Batman (or his beginning years as the caped crusader) used to have no issue with killing. This storyline was changed so that he had never killed at all, but it is interesting to ponder. He has made kills since his character insisted he has and never will kill, though. Some of the ones listed are alternative universes or times he was sure his enemy would survive despite their situation seeming to depict otherwise.
Therefore, it's not a stretch to say he would or has killed. There's some fics that examine the hc that Bruce DID kill someone (or multiple people) in that pre-Tim era and repressed/denied the hell out of that notion. Extending that out to other circumstances would cool af.
Anyways, let's look at this AU specifically!
The three reactions Bruce can have about this are:
The mentally healthy one of coming to terms and accepting this kill
Hide all of the evidence, spiral, and try to justify it to himself while remaining a hypocrite
Repress the fuck out of his memories (including killing, hiding the evidence, and anything else surrounding it) to deny it happened
The first one has opportunities for good dad Bruce where he communicates with actual words to his kids that he'd rather they come home alive. Great hurt/comfort for that route.
The second one is full throttle fuck Bruce. He's a hypocrite who berates the others for their choices in the field, reacts explosively to them even hinting at murder, and overall no one (including Bruce) is having a good time.
The third one has four options:
Bruce is obv not mentally well. He can receive help, come to terms, and eventually end up as good dad
He keeps denying despite how much evidence is proven otherwise, causing him to spiral and jeopardize his relationships.
He eventually accepts what happens but is steadfast that HIM doing so is fine. He won't excuse that behavior for anyone else regardless of the circumstances
After acknowledging the kill, he creates a self-fulfilling prophecy with his belief that even one death will cause him to spiral into madness and mass murder. There would be many clues that he could stop from becoming a monster, but he simply doesn't due to his ideas that one death is too far
The last one could bring lots of angst, especially for the person that forced Bruce to acknowledge the evidence and his kill :)
Maybe the fic can even force Alfred to be the one to put Bruce down for good :)
There are also fics that consider what Bruce's reactions and what the rest of the batfam would do if someone who's sworn off killing ends up killing someone (particularly on accident or in self-defense). There's either good dad Bruce who apologizes for ever giving the impression that killing in self-defense is wrong (when there's no other choice) or bad dad Bruce who goes nuclear.
This has absolutely nothing to do with Bruce killing someone, but this is a rant about Bruce's moral code:
For once, I'd kill for an ACAB Batman because cops kill, and that goes against his moral code. A simple math of murder = wrong, so therefore cops (who don't swear off ever killing again) are an entire group he's against the same as he's against gangs.
He's criticized the batfam, some JL members, anti-heroes, villains, etc. for their choices regarding murdering for justice. Are there any fics or instances in canon where he basically says "fuck the police" because they do kill? Not him stating that GCPD is corrupt, but him fully disparaging the entire profession/institution due to the allowance it gives in murdering. He could go on one of his rants about judge, jury, and executioner. He could chat about power dynamics, morals, police training, checks and balances, insufficient evidence gathering before execution, innocents killed, etc.
Where the fuck is ACAB Bruce? Give me reluctantly working with Jim despite his hatred of cops. Give me him stating he likes Jim as a person and his notion of changing shit from the inside, but Bruce (as someone who is legit working outside the law and policies in place) doesn't think it's possible to change enough. Give me Bruce debating whether his role of working with the legal system is doing harm.
If Bruce has black and white perspectives on murder, let him have it about everything.
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this is the first and last thing i’m going to say about this bc this isn’t a “hot take discourse mic drop” thing. this is very fucking real and talking abt it on tumblr is not really going to do anything. the last thing the internet needs is a fucking half-dead stranger things blog giving their fresh hot take abt a literal war, but if we are going to talk about it on tumblr, we need to be talking about it responsibly.
ok.
saying “you either stand with israel or you stand with terrorism” is dangerous propaganda, and it doesn’t matter if it was intentional or not. it is SO irresponsible to insinuate to your millions of followers (mostly teens and children) that not supporting a colonial power that is actively carpet bombing palestinians is being complicit in antisemitism. in what world is being against a century of violent occupation calling for the death of israeli citizens, esp children? we’re all pretty fucking clear on the idea that isis does not stand for all muslims, right, or that westboro baptist doesn’t speak for all christians? being against an ethno-state does not mean being against the ethnicity/ethno-religion. it means being against the state. learn about 9/11 and iraq, about the way that muslims were treated in the states (and continue to be treated). learn about six year old muslim child in illinois who was killed this weekend, whose death was in no small part influenced by the anti-palestinian propaganda that is getting shoved down american throats. (i can’t speak for the rest of the world but i doubt the coverage is much different.) why is it so hard to say “civilians shouldn’t die, regardless of side, and also apartheid is bad and should stop.” caring about jewish lives and wanting to end the occupation of palestine are not mutually exclusive, and to imply otherwise paints palestinians as inherently evil. that’s bad. we all understand why that’s bad right.
noah’s post is not an excuse to be homophobic and antisemitic.
criticizing the very tangible impact of his statement is not homophobic or antisemitic.
anyway.
#we all talk a big game abt literacy this and literacy that. ok. be literate.#saying dumb shit online is not an excuse to have homophobia thrown at you#but it is an excuse to get held accountable to your actions and influence.#protect civilians & free palestine#noah schnapp
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I had a dream about your enemies with benefits ghost x reader where the reader had a cryptic pregnancy. She kinda just doubled over in pain randomly and BOOM. Baby.
HE'S A LETHAL PERFECTIONIST TO THE CORE: rigid expectations impressed upon everyone; it's what makes him a first-rate soldier – grit factor and an appetite for excellence in everything he does.
(The thing is, Ghost doesn't make mistakes.
Of course, there's a first time for everything.)
It's chaos walking in Bangladesh, guerrilla warfare against an AQ cell weaseled away in Dhaka because the shiteheads have business with the organized crime bosses here. It's a city jam-packed with civilians, innocent lives. No open-fire allowed. A place like this means guerrilla warfare. Hit-and-run tactics. God knows he's not trying to start an international incident by blowing up half the bloody capital.
Cloak-and-dagger: they're picked off one-by-one. It takes a full day. A mess to be cleaned up, and he does it exceptionally well.
Ghost doesn't get any reports outside of the mission until he relays his total kill count.
"Good work," Laswell radios in. "We need you on the first flight to Oslo."
He lets out a slow exhale while jumping into the driver's seat of the vehicle he commandeered a couple blocks over. Time to make his way to the airport, then. They need his back-up. He knows what that means. But he's not going to think about the fact that the rest of the One-Four-One are there for a completely different ops and whether things have gone south if they're calling him in. He was supposed to be their fallback plan. "Everything solid?"
"It's Mav."
His grip around the steering wheel tightens. If he starts speeding through the streets, then he doesn't notice, too tuned in to the conversation at hand. "Fill me in."
"Landed herself in the hospital."
Again? Christ. It's the second visit in six months. He was there for the first one. Damn near had to stop the bloody doctors from calling out her time of death. Fuckin' tossers.
"What's the damage?"
"Well—"
"Alive?"
"Yes," she says quickly.
"Then quit beating around the bush. The hell's wrong with her?"
"All in one piece. Just get here when you can."
Right, so no helpful answers from the Station Chief. And Ghost tries to contact the others, but gets the same fucking silence. Not Price, not Gaz, not even Soap who always answers just to take every opportunity over the comms to blather about anything and everything in real time. He's not sure why he's being kept in the dark like this, but it's definitely putting him on edge.

The only other message he receives from Laswell: Oslo University Hospital. He'd combed the website for information in between stoplights. It'll do, he supposes. Their services don't seem subpar, which at any rate sounds far better than fucking Moscow; he still gets sick thinking about it.
So he checks in, gets his visitor badge. It's a whole ordeal that takes a lot longer than he likes. They tell him what floor, what room. That's the Gyneacology and Obstetrics Wing. He triple-checks, making sure nothing gets lots in translation; doesn't sound right to him, but he'll tear up the place later if they gave him the wrong directions. He memorized the hospital layout already; it'll take him approximately three minutes utilizing the right staircase, or seven minutes if he wants to take his sweet-fucking-time with the elevators.
"Our gift shop is around the corner," they tell him in a thick Norwegian accent before he makes his exit.
Odd.
She doesn't like flowers or cards or sentimental things anyways. Calls them impractical. Would rather hoard his jackets or other belongings of his that she finds useful, so the gift shop would be a waste.

When Ghost finally gets to where he needs to be, 2 minutes and 45 seconds later (skipped every other step just to shave off time), he finds everyone sans Mav waiting outside the room. It's not a happy reunion, despite Soap's grin. Everyone's intact, nobody's dead or anything that would excuse their silence during his trip from Bangladesh. Ghost is extremely unimpressed with their lack of communication and promises that he'll deal with their sorry arses later before shoving his way through the door.
—only to be met with the sight of her sitting up in bed, a tiny newborn bundled in her arms.
... whose fucking baby is that?
And when his eyes snap up to hers, she's glaring at him with a positively seething look that could kill.
#I’d like to preface that I don’t think they’d have kids#but if they do it is a hostile affair#I promise I only use tiny font and third person for headcanons and stuff#reader's callsign is maverick#i did not check for spelling errors tbh#ewb simon lives in my head rent free#💌 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚#𝘦𝘯��𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴!𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯
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Epiphany
Civilian | Male | Gay
1,171 words Content: Argument, mention of trauma, fluff
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley | Male/GN Reader
!!!SFW!!!
Three little words during an argument. Well, maybe one of those words wasn't so little. You refused to give up on Simon, you just want to love him... but he's his own worst enemy.
“You fucking coward.” In three words – specifically that last one – you managed to stop Simon in his tracks.
Simon's head snapped back at you so fast you thought it would snap right off his neck. His eyes burned with a rage you had never seen before, and his hand gripped the doorknob tightly.
Simon's heart sank into his stomach where it was twisted. It – he – felt heavy.
“Excuse me?” He snapped at you. His chest heaved and you could see him gritting his teeth.
Simon had a list of words he would have expected you to call him, 'Slag', 'Asshole', 'Fucker', among the list, but 'Coward?', Simon was not prepared for that one. His thoughts spun like a tornado, he was pissed to say the least; not just that you had that audacity to say it, but that it was the truth. You were calling him out, like only one other person dared.
“You fucking heard me.” You fired back.
Your heart pounded in your chest and your breath was shaky. You crossed your arms and stared Simon down.
“What did you tell me when we first started dating?” You ask him, this time a little softer in tone.
Simon turned his head back towards the door, his eyes downcast. “I don't remember.” He lied.
“Bullshit.” You grunted. You took a step forward, closing a distance that felt like a canyon. “You told me that you never wasted your time and anything that wasn't worth your time.”
“That so?” Simon remarked with a smirk, attempting to regain his composure. He released his death-grip on the doorknob and stood tall.
He turned to face you, thinking his stature would intimidate you into submission. That somehow, you would crumple and repent for what you had said.
He was wrong.
You stood there like a statue, arms still crossed. He could barely make out the rising of your chest as your breathed, though he could hear it.
“So am I a waste of your time?” You questioned. You tilted your head like a puppy.
Simon relaxed some as he stared you down.
“Guess so...” He mumbled. He didn't mean it, he knew it and he knew you knew it.
You took another step forward. “You don't sound convinced.” You huffed. “You remember what else you told me?”
There was a beat between you, but you continued before Simon interject with any more of his bullshit.
“You said you would give this relationship your all. You'd give it your best.” You held out a hand, “Is this your best?” You scoffed, closing the distance some more.
“I...” Simon mumbled. He was finding it hard to look you in the eyes.
He knew you were right, he knew it. But his pride, his ego always got in the way.
Goddamnit, why couldn't he just say the words that mattered, do the things the mattered?
“No.” He finally conceded with a shake of his head.
“So you just decided 'fuck it, I'm done' and were going to just walk out?” You were losing your conviction as you looked into Simon's eyes. Those pretty brown eyes that always betrayed him. Your arms loosened but remained crossed.
“You deserve -” He began.
“Don't.” You cut him off with a renewed anger. “Don't you dare tell me what I deserve, Simon Riley. I decide that.” You explain, pointing a finger at him.
The last few steps brought you inches from him. You looked up at him, and he seemed to scared to move.
“I just don't want to hurt you.” Simon responded with a hint of vulnerability.
“Then do the hard thing, Simon. Stay.”
A suffocating lump formed in Simon's throat. Fuck, he loved you so much, but he was so scared. Nearly a year of dating – not including your months of advances – and he still felt unworthy of you.
“Why would you even want me to, after this?” He questioned.
“I am invested in this relationship, Simon.” Your words were almost a whisper as you looked up at him. Your arms finally parted, and your hands found there way to each side of his chest.
“I love you, Simon.” You professed.
You could feel his warmth, even though the thick hoodie. His heart pounded hard in his chest.
You tucked your head under his chin and slowly slid your arms around him, wrapping him in a loving hug.
“I can't...” Simon swallowed hard.
His arms found their way around you. A familiar shape. A familiar warmth and scent
“Tell me.” You press him.
“If I say it. If I stay...” He sounded like he was about to cry. “If I... That's when I'll lose you. Or you'll lose me.” He admitted.
You let out a sigh and turn to press your lips to his neck in a tender kiss.
“We knew the risks, yeah?” Your words did nothing to reassure either of you.
Of course you knew the risks, it doesn't mean either of you had truly accepted them.
“But I can't lose you. I... I have so little. You, Soap, Gaz and Price...” Simon stuttered.
The weight of the words he didn't say pressed down on you.
All of his past fears and traumas lurking underneath the surface. All the demons that whispered in his ears telling him his worthlessness.
And you, and his friends, his anchors. He ached for more, but so scared to truly embrace it. And who could blame him?
“I'll do whatever it takes to ease your mind, love.” You mumble into his neck.
His arms tighten around you.
“Like what?” Simon almost sounds like a child, whispering the words. Looking for a tangible promise.
“I'll... resign. Or ask Price for a transfer out of field work.” You offer.
“You can't do that.” He shakes his head. “You love your job.”
You take a deep breath. You can smell his sweat and cologne. You think about it for a moment before pulling away.
You look Simon in those pretty brown eyes once again.
“I would for you.” You admit with a curt nod.
You would, too. For him.
He stares at you, the light dancing in his eyes.
“But you could still lose me.” He whines.
Simon presses his forehead to yours.
“You could always resign.” You tease with a smile. “Or ask Price to move you to training recruits exclusively.” You add.
And it dawns on Simon.
A moment of clarity amidst the voices and demons.
“I would for you.” He mumbles, not realizing he's said the words until they've wormed their way into your head.
He means it, too.
He would do anything for you.
To keep you.
To have the chance to really love you.
He will.
“Because I love you, too.”
For the first time, those words feel genuine. Safe.
Safe, like you.
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Destinytober - Reunion
Read on Ao3 with proper formatting because tumblr is being Like That again
The Lost City is tucked in under a thick blanket of sleep by the time Immaru makes it back and flies into the med bay through the open window.
The night is heavy with cricket-song and the heady scent of flowers, all an effigy of a perfect summer--warm but not sweltering, vibrant and lush but without flies and mosquitoes getting into all the places they shouldn't be with their stings and high-pitched buzzing finely tuned just at the right frequency to cause maximum annoyance. Immaru is almost--almost--inclined to say this place is even more beautiful than the throne world.
He's expected everyone to be up celebrating, really--it's not every day you kill an eldritch amalgamation of souls united in the singular purpose of bringing an end to the universe--but the Courtyard is empty save for the few Corsairs on night watch, and nearly all the windows are dark. Mass exhaustion, perhaps? Or has everyone gone back to Sol already? It's only been a few hours... Eh, Guardians. He really should stop tying to comprehend them.
The spacious, ground-floor room that has been hastily rearranged into an impromptu med bay is likewise dark and silent, but far from empty. The last time Immaru was here over a week ago, after Ór's first confrontation with the Witness, her bed was the only one occupied; but now there are other patients as well, human civilians and Awoken Corsairs and Eliksni and even one Cabal, with various parts of their bodies wrapped up in stark white bandage. Their steady breathing fills the room in an ill-synchronised but repetitive harmony.
Ór is here too, fast asleep in the bed just under the window. One of her hands is curled at her chest, and between her fingers Immaru can see the familiar blue shape of Runi's shell--whole, now, no sign of the cracks bleeding Light the Witness had gouged in him. He looks... Well. Peaceful? At ease? Not like he's about to break apart and crumble into pieces if you stare at him too long, in any case. Immaru realises he is staring, but in that same moment Runi's eye cracks open and he isn't quick enough with averting his gaze.
"You're back?" He speaks through their Light bond, as not to wake up his Guardian, but even then he sounds groggy from sleep.
"Came to check if you're dead."
"Disappointed?" Now his voice gains a smug undertone.
Immaru makes a show of rolling his eye. "Very."
"Well, I mean, I was dead. It just didn't stick."
The only response Runi gets to that is a disgruntled sigh. He chuckles to himself like an idiot and gently frees his shell from between Ór's fingers, letting them fall limply onto the covers and curl into a fist. Immaru watches him with a half-shuttered eye, and instinctively moves back by an inch when the other Ghost floats up to level with him.
"Yea, I can see it didn't stick," Immaru says, giving him a once-over. His round, blue-metallic shell is unblemished, remade into what it had been before the Witness got a hold of him. As if he'd never been splintered into pieces, bleeding out in his Guardian's hands. "You don't look like someone's thrown you against a wall anymore."
"Wonder how you'd look if you actually stuck your neck out for once instead of hiding in the damn purse." It is a jab, but a very shallow one.
"Didn't Cayde tell you to get the fuck out of there?"
"And leave Crow alone? Sounds like something you'd do, alright."
"And make a Lightdamn plan," Immaru huffs. Runi chuckles again.
"Why are you here, anyway? Snooping around for some dirt on the Vanguard?"
The other Ghost bristles. "Already told you."
"Yea, but it was a lame-ass excuse."
Something lurches deep within Immaru's core. He thoroughly ignores it, and snaps back, "Wouldn't be half as lame it you weren't a moron with a motherfucking death wish."
"What?" Runi stills in the air, genuinely confused.
Immaru feels a strong and sudden urge to chuck someone out of the window--himself, or the other Ghost, it's still up for debate. He glares at Runi and snarls, lamely, "I leave for five minutes and you're all out playin' the hero and gettin' squashed by the Witness like a chewtoy? You're lucky the Traveler even looked at your sorry li'l shell."
Runi's frown is so deep the tines of his shell fold over each other. "What the fuck are you on about?"
"Whatever. 'S not really my problem." He turns around, still speaking, and makes it for the exit. Behind him he hears a tiny little hiss of frustration.
"Yeah, clearly," the other Ghost calls after him. "As if you care."
"As if."
Immaru doesn't care. Immaru escapes through the window and flies off into the night, and he doesn't care as he glides under the brilliant purple-blue expanse of the sky, and above the dark and angular landscape, and not even when he finally curls up in the palm of his Lightbearer, shivering and angry. He really could've gathered some intel while he was there. It's not like he'll be sending anyone out there to snoop around in the nearest future, anyway. He doesn't care.
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You say that both Palestine and Israel are in the right and wrong, which first of all is the most bullshit I've ever heard.
Stop saying that you're "staying neutral" when it's fucked up, sick headed people like you that the government leeches off of. Its your ignorance that they profit off of, your privilege to lay in bed, to watch a fun movie, to hang out with friends and eat your full plate. That is a privilege that Palestines dream of.
Little kids dreams of Palestine dream of watch TV. They dream of playing outside without the fear of their lives on the line. They dream of going to school, having families, growing old, yet Israel kills them for no reason. This is genocide of innocent civilians.
And don't say "BuT hAmAs!!" As if that's your supporting argument. Nothing, and I mean nothing in the world can justify the genocide happening in Palestine right now. The numbers don't lie, Annie. The 30,000+ people didn't deserve it.
I hope you enjoy riding Israel dick and I hope the true guilt you feel once you finally see past your comfort zone hurts you so bad.
Genuinely, for all of us. Delete your pathetic excuse of an account and never post a thing ever again.
hey!
first of all, i never said that i’m staying neutral. wanting peace isn’t the same as staying neutral. i’m not encouraging the genocide just because i’m holding empathy for both sides and wanting both sides to have peace.
your cruel words are just a further example of all the hate that social media is spreading that isn’t helping anyone. i’m spreading information about charities to SUPPORT PALESTINE. i’m spreading information to uplift the voices of israeli and palestinian people who have LOST FAMILY MEMBERS due to this conflict, and trying to uplift the things THEY are saying. if i deleted my account, all of that stuff would be gone. the stuff that’s helping palestine. so you want palestine to have less help? that’s so woke of you. /s
i never said that israel should be bombing innocent people. i’m not supporting that and i never ever did. i never justified the genocide one single time and the fact that you think i did only goes to show that you didn’t read my posts. you just wanted to get angry and righteous and you chose me to attack, but it’s not going to work. i will apologize for saying that both sides are in the wrong because that is a bit of a bold statement which could easily be taken as excusing the actions of the israeli government, which was not my intention. palestine didn’t do anything to deserve this attack. the actions of hamas do not represent palestine as a whole.
for the record, if i had to choose a side, i would choose palestine. the way that the israeli government is using the money america is feeding them is horrible and disgusting. too many people have died in this conflict. but it is unfair to paint israel as a whole in a light that suggests that they are trying to wipe out the palestinian race because that’s not what’s happening. did you know that in israel, citizens are required BY LAW to serve in the military? they’re sacrificing their lives and being forced to do things they don’t agree with because the government is forcing them. israeli people don’t enjoy doing this. if you’re going to point fingers at someone, point at the 0.01% of israeli government officials who are making these decisions. not at an entire race, an entire population of people who are just doing what they are forced to do. it’s hypocritical to get mad at people for addressing hamas while also accusing all of israel of terrorism when the only real decision makers are the government. it’s the same thing, blaming an entire population for something that only a small group of people are responsible for. neither should be encouraged.
i don’t agree with what the israeli government is doing whatsoever. but that is not an excuse to wish death upon the people who didn’t even make any of these choices. these people were born in israel and they have to follow the laws. you can’t stand here while you’re privileged and on your phone typing angry little paragraphs that you wouldn’t do the same to keep yourself and your family safe.
so many people are using this issue as an excuse to be antisemitic. that is what i’m addressing in these posts. people like you are so fucking performative that you can’t see what the real issue is.
i know both israeli and palestinian people whose families have died. who’s YOUNG family members have died due to this conflict. and you know what they are telling me?
they aren’t telling me to go on social media and attack random people. they aren’t telling me to post about how all israelis/palestinians are awful people who deserve to die. they are telling me that the only way to stop all these innocent children and people as a whole from dying is to promote PEACE. and guess what. it isn’t just palestinian people saying this to me. ITS ISRAELI PEOPLE TOO.
THATS WHAT IM ADDRESSING IN MY POSTS. promoting PEACE is how we can do more for these poor children than just getting angry on social media. when we pick sides and polarize, we create more of a divide between two beautiful nations who deserve to live in peace and harmony. we further remove the chances of there being a reconciliation.
what do you suggest we do? kill all the israeli children? what will that accomplish??? this is so much more complicated than petty revenge. what feeds a war is the possibility of winning. and creating sides and pretending that the other side are full of evil heartless monsters who are doing this for no reason is only making the war WORSE because it fabricated the possibility of one side winning MORE.
so if you think you’re helping anybody with this bullshit, you’re not. your mindset is a prime example of the horrible performative activism that america is doing in order to pretend to be helpful while thousands of innocent children are dying.
maybe put some of this righteous energy into donating, or listening to israeli and palestinian voices instead of talking over them and speaking for them. that’s what would really be helpful in a time like this.
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Forgotten Forget Me Nots - Timari Hanahaki
Masterlist
“Don’t you think it’s time to stop?” Tim looked up to where Bruce was standing in the doorway. “You refuse to say who it is, and the Hanahaki is interfering with your ability to fight. I hate to see you like this.”
“The surgery isn’t an option.” He shifted in bed, surrounded by blue petals. Soon they’d be full flowers.
“That’s not what I’m saying. There is always a chance of reciprocation, and your health is more important.” Tim shook his head.
“Confessing isn’t an option either.”
~
It wasn’t ideal for him to be out fighting, but it was all hands on deck. He ducked from the goon's fist and swung his bo staff. His opponent fell to the ground, and Tim turned to see what else he could do to help. Before he could even process what was happening, something flew toward him and knocked him out cold.
The next thing he knew, a loud ringing and bright light split his head open.
“-Obin! Red Robin, do you hear me?” He looked around to see who was saying that, and maybe find this Red Robin fellow. A man dressed like a bat stood over him, looking really concerned.
“…What the fuck?” A tiny child dressed like a traffic light with a sword appeared next to the man-bat.
“Tch. He is either extremely concussed or has head damage. Look at him, he doesn’t know what's going on.”
“Agent A, prep the med bay.”
~
Apparently, Tim was supposed to know who these people were. They took him to some sort of underground cave, where an older man checked him out.
“It seems his hanahaki has halted in its growth. And has some form of memory problems.”
“Excuse me? Hanahaki?” He attempted to stand before falling back on the bed. “Since when have I had hanahaki?”
The man-bat had changed into normal clothes and was leaning against the door frame. Another man who was still in his black and blue suit answered.
“A couple of months, and you never told us who you were in love with.”
Tim leaned against the headboard, what if he never found out who it was? Would he get better?
~
Tim spent the next few days on bed rest, relearning who everyone was.
Dick stuck his head into Tim’s room.
“Tim, your friend Marinette is here. The one from Paris? She knows about our Identities.”
A girl came into the room and pulled him into the best hug he could remember.
“I told them you should have never gone into the field, and look what happened! You can’t even remember me!” She pulled him back to arm's length.
“Sorry about that, but how do you know about us? As far as I knew, it was family only?” He tried to fight back a blush, as he felt pain in his chest for the first time since his head injury. He found who he was in love with.
“I was a hero in Paris and needed help from the Justice League in defeating my villain. They sent you and a couple of other young heroes. I happened to befriend you as a civilian and figure out who you were.” She straightened his blanket nervously. “And we were inseparable since. I was the one who figured out you had hanahaki, but not who for.”
“Well, Alfred said it's stopped for now.”
“I heard. I also heard you’re expected to regain your memories, so it’s just a matter of waiting.”
“I guess so.”
~
A week went by with no progress, but Tim was learning a lot about his family. When his memories started coming back, it was random small things. Like his rooftop stalking before he had become Robin, or how much he hated Galas. Especially the ones with his parents.
The day Tim remembered the Tower incident, Jason knew immediately. He had confessed to Tim that he was dreading it and hoped he could forgive him again. The memories of Jason’s death came after, and with that Jason waking up to a crying Tim at four am. He remembered being forced out of the Robin mantel by Dick. And then accepting that Dick, the original Robin, was the best person to make that call.
When his suspicions about him loving Marinette were confirmed he went to Bruce. Bruce was in his office, working from home. He looked up, surprised when Tim knocked and entered.
“Hello Tim, what can I do for you?” Bruce closed his computer and waited for Tim to speak.
“I’ve remembered who it was. Who I like. But I also remember why I don’t want to say.”
Many emotions passed across Bruce’s face, but it settled on grim acceptance.
“You hate not knowing things, and as a detective have probably been working to try and figure it out,” Bruce said nothing but gave a slight nod. “I am more willing to say why I was keeping it a secret before my amnesia.” And he told Bruce.
“We’ll let Alfred know that the hanahaki could resume any moment now.” Bruce stood with Tim, and seemed to hesitate before speaking, “I’m proud of you Tim.”
~
Marinette’s schedule had allowed her another visit, and at this point, Tim had regained most of his memories of their Friendship (and his crush). His nerves were so bad that he wasn’t able to stomach breakfast, and he spent most of the day before she arrived wearing down the carpet in his room.
Petals were piling up in his bathroom sink, Alfred and Bruce the only ones aware of it. Tim hoped the problem would resolve before his siblings uncovered it though.
Tim was attacked from behind by a hug and fell to the ground.
“Ow! Sorry Tim, I don’t want to give you another head injury!” Adrien helped him stand, and Marinette was behind him rolling her eyes. “I’ll let you guys catch up, I’m going to find Dick.”
Marinette brushed invisible dust off of Tim’s shoulders as Adrien sped off.
“Sorry about that, he’s been really worried about you.”
“It’s fine, I’m glad to see him again. But I did want to tell you something really important. I remembered who I’m in love with-”
Tim was cut off from Marinette dragging him into his room, and closing the door.
“Has your Hanahaki resumed?”
“Yes.”
“Who knows?”
“Alfred and Bruce. Now you.”
“Are you ever going to tell me who it is?”
“Well, if I do confess, it won’t be for reciprocation. It’ll be to heal because she’s sort of.. engaged?” Marinette paused, not fully comprehending what he said.
There was only one person Tim knew well enough to be in love with who was engaged. Marinette looked back up at a nervous Tim and started to cry.
~
After an hour of talking through the whole situation, Adrien rejoined them. And Marinette wasn’t one to hide things from her fiance. Tim was okay with that, expecting that anyway. The model wasn’t mad at all, just joking he fully understood why Tim fell in love. He was more concerned with whether Tim’s hanahaki had started to recede yet. Which it seemed to, the talk was very helpful. Marinette had scolded him for trying to be noble and suffer in silence. Tim had pointed out that he only had the hanahaki for a couple of weeks before she had gotten engaged, making him even more reluctant to speak to his best friend.
Tim made the announcement at dinner, by then there was only a faint pressure in his lungs. A group hug, started by Dick was done to celebrate. Followed by constant interrogation of who it was, their guests watching in amusement. Alfred had put a stop to that and served dinner.
Not all Hanahaki cases end in a happy ending, but Tim wouldn’t have changed anything about how his ended.
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next and before the beginning? :)
Thank you!!! We'll go with an upcoming Eris fic for this one, set way back when he and Rick have only known each other for a few months
NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.
Actually ended up writing a bit more than just one new line, here you go! New lines are bolded!
“I’m still leaving.” she huffed, pushing off on her good hand until she was at the very edge of the bed, “I don’t take charity.” Eris was not afraid of pain. He’d been through far too much of it in his life- and when it all would heal in the end, why should he bother to let pain stop him? She’d forced herself through worse than this. But they looked at the ruined mess of their legs, and they looked at the wooden floor below them, and an unpleasant anticipatory nausea twisted through his gut. She bit her tongue until she tasted blood. She wouldn’t be felled by pain. Not in front of Flag. Not in front of anybody.
BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
Ooooh alright!! Definitely more than three sentences, but I'm honestly loving this
"Hey-" Flag grabbed his arm in a tight grip before he could keep moving, and Eris instinctively bared his teeth. The soldier didn't flinch. There was something intense about his expression, like an animal backed into a corner. "I need you to get the civilians out of here." "Since when is that my business?" Eris hissed, with a warning fire behind their eyes. Flag only tightened his grip on their arm, matching her intensity instead of backing away. "People are going to die." he snarled, and gestured at the husk of a building behind them, "IED. Bomb squad won't get here in time. I know you don't give one flying fuck about death, but these people aren't fighting. That's gotta mean something to you. If we don't get them out of here now, this whole fuckin' town's getting wiped off the map." He'd never seen Flag this serious- or this angry. In the few months Eris had known him, he always seemed to enter his work with a sort of calm competence. He kept his head. He didn't get rattled. "Let go of me." Rick released his hold on them immediately, though his eyes had bloomed with a sort of helplessness. He expected Eris to refuse, they could see it written across his face. He expected the same heartless monster as everybody else. Eris just shot him a pointed grin. "I'll do you one better, Flag."
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