#v: there's nothing we can do / but play cops & robbers.

[zealctry]

this barbie will murder you.

[silverlightqueen]

Cops and Robbers

(crimelord!Taehyung and MI6!reader) - smut with a lil bit of fluff

Summary - You’ve been trying to track down Kim Taehyung, the crimelord that is also your childhood best friend, for months, and you’ve never been more stressed than you are now. But when you finally come to head-to-head with the boy from your past, maybe he’ll find a way to relieve the stress?

Warnings - v v smutty ig, dom!Tae, oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a lil bit of cum play, intercourse, overstimulation, just smutty basically🤷🏽

a/n: I was planning on keeping this just as a one shot, but I might write a couple more chapters, idk though, don’t hold me to it 

I blink drowsily, feeling confused and out of it. I wind my neck, having slept on it at an uncomfortable angle, and arch my back, hearing my bones click. I go to stretch my arms above my head, but they don’t move. I try once more but, again, they don’t move. They’re restrained. I feel a sudden sense of fear and my eyes fly wide open, taking in my surroundings. I’m in an expensive looking hotel room decked out with grandeur, sat facing the one wall that is completely made of glass. I’m in a chair, my arms and legs tied to the strong wood of the chair. I try to scream and realise that my mouth is covered with tape. I exhale deeply, trying to steady my rocketing heart rate, before the door behind me opens, and then closes. I hear footsteps, getting louder, before the familiar deep voice drawls out into the room. ‘My, my, Y/N. You aren’t having the best day, are you, darling?’

He isn’t wrong. My day has been pretty terrible. For the past few months, I’ve been in an unfamiliar city, on a mission to track down one of the most dangerous and powerful crime lords around, Kim Taehyung. Also known as my childhood best friend. All of my other colleagues that have gone after him have either come back injured, or not come back at all. So they sent me, their most promising agent at the moment, to find him and take him down in the hopes that he’d go easier on me due to our past. And they weren’t wrong. He hasn’t injured me at all, gone very easy on me. But, at the same time, there’s no way in hell that Taehyung will let himself get caught, not if he’s anything like the stubborn boy he used to be. Every time I feel like I’m getting somewhere, every time I nearly catch him, he disappears, and the task seems impossible again. It’s like trying to catch smoke, grasping at thin air like an idiot. I’ve never been more irritated in my life than I am now, and I was lying awake in bed at 3am, I was so frustrated and angry that I just had to find some kind of… release. And so I was nearly there, so close, it was just in reach, when my stupid phone rang. I answered, fuming, to find out that my bosses had received an anonymous tip as to where Taehyung was. So I went, still on the edge, to the address they’d given me, stood in the middle of alleyway when I heard a little scuffle behind me, and as I turned to see what it was, everything went black.

And here I am now, having just been abducted, by none other than the person I was supposed to be finding. I sigh, the tension flooding out of my body, now that I know I’m not in danger. He won’t hurt me. He comes into my eyeline before stopping in front of me, looking down at me in amusement. ‘Now, this isn’t very hospitable, is it? Apologies on behalf of my staff, Y/N,’ he says, reaching a big hand forward and grasping on to the tape across my mouth. I brace myself as he rips it off, willing myself not to flinch, and I see one of his eyebrows raise in amusement. ‘Strong girl,’ he says, with a hint of pride in his voice, and I lock eyes with him. This is the first time I’ve seen him properly, in bright light and, I can’t lie, he’s grown from a cute boy into an intimidatingly handsome man. Tall and broad figure, strong bone structure, clear and tanned skin, soft grey hair. Right now, he’s dressed in a pair of fitted black trousers, a black Gucci belt around his slim hips, with a loose white, long-sleeved shirt tucked into the trousers, the top few buttons open, baring his smooth chest and showing a thin gold chain around his neck. A black headband holds back his grey locks, tied at the back of his head, and a pair of black Gucci brogues are on his feet, shining and spotless in the light streaming through the window. But as handsome as he is, he’s doubly annoying, a pest in my life.

‘What do you want, Taehyung?’ I ask, annoyed. ‘I should be asking you that question. You’re the one who’s been hunting me for the past couple months,’ he says casually, turning around and walking towards the window, looking out at the beautiful view. Judging by how much the sky has lightened, it must be around 7 in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise, letting a warm glow fall over the city. ‘It’s my job. Trust me, I wouldn’t be doing it by choice,’ I spit, and he chuckles lowly. ‘Taehyung, I’m not in the mood for games. Why have you brought me here?’ I ask, annoyed, and he turns to look at me, leaning against the window, curiosity etched across his features. ‘What’s gotten into you today?’ he inquires, watching me, his arms folded across his chest. ‘Nothing, I’m always like this,’ I say, wanting to leave. ‘No, you’re usually a raging bitch. But this is different, this is moody Y/N, from when we were kids. And something must have happened to keep your mind occupied, otherwise you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to be caught so easily,’ he observes. ‘I got an anonymous tip.’ ‘Yeah, from me, you moron. But I wasn’t expecting it to actually work, because you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. You’d make a fantastic accomplice. But anyway, what’s happened?’ he asks, eyes boring into me. ‘Nothing, stop being so nosy,’ I say, shifting in my seat slightly due to the uncomfortable feeling between my thighs. And Taehyung, having known me so well, notices the tiny movement, and his face lights up.

‘No, it can’t be! You weren’t getting dicked down, were you?’ he asks, wonderment in his tone, and I nearly gasp aloud at his prying. ‘Really, Taehyung? No,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Were you rubbing one out then?’ he asks, and I’m shocked at him hitting the nail on the head. ‘No,’ I reply, hoping he won’t see through me. This is one flaw in my bosses’ idea to send me out; I know him well, but he knows me well too. He was the only person to be able to tell when I was lying. I never knew how, but he did. ‘Liar,’ he drawls. Clearly he still can tell. ‘I’m not lying,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘Don’t bother, Y/N, you know I know you better than that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all have needs. I’m just surprised a woman like you still hasn’t got someone to fulfil them for you,’ he says, and I hesitate, wanting to open up to the friend I miss so much. ‘I just… I just want a good night’s sleep, Tae. I’m so stressed and frustrated, not to mention the pressure my bosses are putting on me, and I just wanted to relieve the stress. I just want a good night’s sleep,’ I say honestly, the words flowing out of me like a river, and I know my bosses would fire me on the spot if they saw me show my vulnerability to a target. And I realise that, when I would (and probably should) regret confessing like this, I don’t regret it in the slightest. It’s not like Tae and I haven’t confessed to each other before about this kind of stuff; we went to high school together, for fuck’s sake. It’s like second nature for us to tell each other about our sex-capades.

‘Aww, Y/N, I’m sorry, I really am. It’s your job, I get that. But you and I both know I’m not letting myself get handed in to MI6,’ he says, stood just a few feet in front of me. ‘So I guess I’m gonna be on a fruitless wild goose chase for a while then,’ I sigh, already feeling the tiredness of the next few months descend on me. ‘Unless…’ he trails off, looking at me thoughtfully. ‘Don’t pull that face. That’s your scheming face. I hate that face,’ I say. ‘I was planning on taking a picture of you like this and using it for a ransom, because that way, it would’ve ended your ‘fruitless wild goose chase’ but now I’ve got an idea,’ he says slowly. ‘No, Tae, I don’t wanna hear it, your ideas are always stupid,’ I say, and he chuckles lowly. ‘I have a feeling you’ll like this one,’ he says, kneeling in front of me, our eyes at the same level. ‘How about… you let me relieve some of that stress for you, baby girl?’ he says gently, and my stomach turns at his words.

‘Tae…’ I say uneasily, as he raises a hand to the side of my face. ‘All you have to do is say no. Just tell me to stop, and I will,’ he promises, and I know he’s telling the truth. But, I’m at the point now where I don’t want him to stop. Not in the slightest. He grins to himself when I don’t say anything, and he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. His hands travel to my restraints and he deftly unties them with long fingers, my limbs free once more. He stands up, pulling me up from the chair, and pulls my body up against his. He tilts my chin up, my eyes meeting his, just as he presses his plump lips to mine. I gasp, eyes sliding shut, as his mouth moves against mine, our tongues moving in sync as he takes control of the kiss. He walks me backwards, pushing me down onto the bed, and climbs over me, reattaching our lips again. It’s bliss, pure unadulterated bliss, feeling his hands run over my body and his mouth on mine. I reach up, running my hands through his hair, and he groans lowly when I gently pull his locks. He breaks our kiss then, sitting up, and skilfully pops open the buttons on my jeans, pulling the tight material down my legs. After throwing my jeans onto the floor of the hotel room, his fingers find the hem of my black sweater, and deftly tugs it up over me, the air cold against my newly exposed skin.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathes out, and his low tone sends a shiver down my spine. He stares down at me for a moment, his eyes drinking me in, and I whine, ‘Tae, do something.’ ‘You always were impatient,’ he teases, his lips coming to meet mine once more. After a few seconds, they disappear again, reattaching to my jaw instead, trailing down my jaw to my collarbones, biting and sucking on the skin. My hands tangle into his hair, letting out small whines and whimpers as his mouth works magic on my body. Slowly, he trails down my chest and my stomach until he reaches my black lace and cotton pants. ‘These are pretty. Shame they’ve gotta go,’ he murmurs against my skin before his teeth attach to the pants and he pulls them down my legs, the cold air hitting my heat. I hiss as he throws them over his shoulder, spreading my legs slowly with his big hands. I look down at him, hands still tangled into his hair, as he runs his tongue over his lower lip. ‘Fuck,’ he exhales, ‘you’re fucking soaked, Y/N. Poor baby. Who’s this for, baby girl?’ He puffs out over my heat, and I whine. ‘Tae, please, touch me,’ I whine, and he lands a harsh slap to my pussy, sending a pleasurable shock through me. ‘Answer me, Y/N. Who’s got your pussy gushing like this?’ he growls. ‘You, Tae, it’s all you. Just, please, do something,’ I almost beg, all of my pride having disappeared, and he chuckles. ‘Okay, baby girl, you’ve waited long enough,’ he admits, spreading my lips with his fingers. I hiss gently, as he gathers up some of my slick with two of his fingers before, without any warning, he plunges them both straight into me.

I let out a moan, my head falling back as his fingers slowly pump in and out of me, his eyes trained on me. He sets a steady rhythm, his small movements making me fall apart, showing just how desperate I am. He adds another finger, having me gasping and closing my thighs. ‘Legs open, baby girl,’ he says, his free hand pushing my legs open again. His fingers speed up then, my hips bucking up, and he tuts. ‘You’re such a bad girl, Y/N. Keep still,’ he says forcefully, his hand holding me against the bed once more. And then, without warning, he removes his fingers. I whine, looking down at him as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off every last drop, our eyes locked. ‘Delicious,’ he drawls, before his eyes travel across my body again. ‘Fuck, this needs to come off,’ he says, his hands going to my back and undoing the clasp of my bra. He tears it away from my body, discarding it off to one side, and his mouth instantly attaches to one of my hardening nipples. I moan, and he hums against my skin, ‘You like that, baby girl? Does it feel good?’ My hands tangle into his locks again, my head falling back against the pillow as he pulls away from my nipple. ‘Baby, you need to answer my questions, okay? You need to tell me what feels good. Understand?’ he asks, and I nod hastily. His lips attach to the other nipple now, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. ‘Does it feel good, baby girl?’ he asks. ‘Fuck, yes, yes, it does, don’t stop, please,’ I breathe out, and he nods in approval.

I’m so caught up in his mouth at my breasts that I nearly shout out when a finger plunges back into my heat. I moan his name loudly, feeling him add another finger straight away, pumping at a fast pace. His fingers curl inside me then, hitting the spongy part deep inside me, and I moan again, his fingers paired with his lips around my nipple makes my mind completely void of anything but pleasure. ‘You like that, Y/N? Does my dirty girl like that? You like my fingers in you whilst I suck on your nipples, huh, baby girl?’ he asks, moving from my chest and looking down at my face scrunched up in pleasure. ‘Yes, Tae, fuck,’ I moan, his fingers curling against the spot repeatedly. ‘Good girl. You want more?’ he asks, and I breathe out a yes. ‘Fuck yourself on my fingers then. Go on, baby girl, go ahead,’ he prompts, his words sending a wave of desire through me, and I do what he says, instantly grinding down against his hand, his fingers going deeper than before, the pleasure coursing through my veins at the new sensation. ‘Come on, baby girl, I want you to fuck yourself and cum around my fingers,’ he instructs, the dirty words doing unmentionable things to me. I quicken my pace, grinding down impossibly fast on his fingers, but I already know it’s nowhere near enough to make me cum. ‘Tae, please,’ I beg. ‘What, baby girl? Tell me what you want.’ ‘Your mouth, Tae, I want your mouth,’ I plead, and he chuckles. ‘Greedy baby girl, aren’t my fingers enough? I guess not, huh?’ he says, pulling his fingers away and instantly licking a stripe up my pussy. ‘Fuck, Tae, yes,’ I moan, my hands in his hair pulling him further and further into my core.

‘You know, I remember when we were in our last year of high school, and you’d been on a date with that kid. What was his name? Minhyuk, or something like that. You’d gone home with him after the date but then you’d snuck back home after he fell asleep, and I was waiting for you in your room. And I asked you why you’d left, why you hadn’t stayed the night. Do you remember what you said?’ he asks against my pussy, the vibrations against my heat coupled with his fingers still pumping in and out of me making it hard to focus on his words. ‘Nuh-uh,’ I force out, knowing he’ll get annoyed if I don’t reply again. ‘You said, ‘It was the shittest sex I’ve ever had. He flopped around on top of me for a few minutes, and then tried to take me from behind, and he didn’t even make me cum. He was rubbing me, thinking he’d found my clit, but he hadn’t. Just another one to add to the list of stupid boys that haven’t managed to make me cum’. And you know what I thought? I thought that no boy would ever be able to make you cum like I would be able to. I’m gonna prove that to you now,’ he says determinedly, before his tongue delves into my pussy.

I cry out as his tongue licks against my walls, attacking my core as I moan his name repeatedly, trying so hard to keep still as he gets me closer to the edge. His thumb finds my clit then, rubbing in gentle circles, and I whine loudly. ‘Take that Minhyuk,’ he says into my pussy, and I would’ve laughed if he hadn’t pressed even harder on my clit. I feel the knot building up in my stomach, knowing he’ll make good of his promise of no one being able to make me cum like he will. He removes his mouth and fingers then but, before I can complain, he switches places, his fingers delving into me once more as his lips attach to my clit, pulling and sucking on the bundle of nerves. I cry out, feeling the tears coming to my eyes as he continues his attack on me, pushing me nearer to the edge. ‘Come on, baby girl, you’re nearly there, I know it,’ he says, adding another finger and quickening his pace, hitting the spot every single time, his lips around my clit sending me wild. I feel the pleasure building and building, knowing I’m close. ‘Fuck, Tae, I’m…’ I trail off, my back arching off the back at the different sensations he’s giving me. And then his teeth graze against my clit and I feel myself reaching my climax with a shout of his name, my body weakening after my orgasm.

Once I’m coming down from my high, I feel him run his fingers around my pussy, gathering up the wetness from my orgasm, and he lifts his hand to my mouth. Obediently, I open my mouth and take in his fingers, licking all of my own cum off his hand. ‘Such a good girl,’ he says affectionately before climbing off the bed. He slips off his shoes and socks before looking over at me. ‘Come on, baby girl, be a darling and help me out,’ he says, motioning at himself, and I muster up the energy to undress him. I kneel at the end of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt before pushing it over his shoulders, the white material falling to the floor, revealing the tan skin pulled over his sculpted muscles. He watches me admiring him with a smirk before my hands travel up and down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers. I run my nails down his V line and I hear his breath hitch slightly. ‘Don’t tease,’ he says lowly, and I quickly begin opening his belt before unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down his legs, leaving me face-to-face with the bulge in his black Balenciaga boxers. I pull them down as well, his hard length springing up against his abs, and I feel intimidated by the size of it. Long, thick and hard. I take a deep breath, feeling him watching me, before his hand comes up to his length and he pumps it a few times, preparing himself. I open my mouth, expecting him to want head, but he chuckles. ‘You’re so good, baby girl, but not this time. I want your pussy instead, but I’ll take you up on that offer another time. Maybe I’ll cum in your mouth after I’ve fucked you,’ he muses, gently pushing me back on to the bed and climbing over me once more.

‘Take this off, baby girl,’ he instructs, motioning up to his head band, and I untie it quickly, his soft locks spilling out onto his forehead. He takes it from me and pulls my arms up above my head, tying my wrists to the bed frame. ‘If it gets too much, just say… MI6,’ he says with a mischievous grin, and I roll my eyes. The anticipation is just too much. I’ve been desperate for some kind of release for months, so I just need him to hurry up. ‘Are you still on the pill, baby girl?’ he asks as I wrap my legs around his waist, and I nod. ‘Good,’ he says, before plunging into me up to the hilt. ‘Fuck,’ we both moan out in chorus, and he pauses for a few moments, giving me some time to adjust. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod. He pulls all the way out before slamming into me again, filling me up completely. ‘Fuck, Tae,’ I moan out, pulling against my restraints wanting to touch him. He starts at a slow pace, pulling almost completely out before slamming all the way back in, sending strong waves of pleasure through me. ‘Why the fuck are you so tight? I thought your pussy was supposed to get looser during sex,’ he says, his breathing laboured, but all that comes out my mouth in reply are moans and whimpers.

He quickens his pace then, his balls slapping against my ass as he speeds up, his thrusts hard. ‘Does that feel good, baby girl? What do you want me to do?’ he asks, going at a steady but quick pace, his hips snapping up smoothly to meet mine. ‘Harder, Tae, please, go harder, and faster,’ I whimper out, and he chuckles. ‘You haven’t even properly adjusted yet,’ he laughs, but fulfils my wish nonetheless, going quicker and deeper into me. It’s like I can feel him in my stomach. Unintelligible words fall from my lips as he goes faster and harder, my hands pulling hard on their restraints, wanting so bad to run my hands through his hair or grip onto his shoulder muscles. ‘Fuck, Tae, yes,’ I utter, the moans only spurring him on. ‘God, how would your bosses react if they saw their star agent whining like a little bitch for the guy she’s supposed to be bringing in? What would they do if they saw you getting your pussy pounded by me? Saw me balls deep in you? They wouldn’t be too impressed, I guess,’ he says, his words sending a rush to my core. The feeling of knowing that what I’m doing is so wrong only turns me on more. One of his hands begins rubbing furiously against my clit, the other hand still holding himself up whilst he pounds into me. ‘Look at me, Y/N. Look at me whilst I fuck you,’ Tae growls, and I muster up all my strength to look him in the eyes, my face scrunched up with pleasure. ‘Shit, Tae, I’m gonna…’ I say, feeling the knot build up again in my stomach, tears dripping down my face. ‘Ah, I know, I can feel you clenching around me, baby girl,’ he says, going even faster and deeper, his cock rubbing against the spot that has my eyes rolling back into my head from how good it feels. He increases the speed of his hand on my clit and my orgasm washes over me as I shout out his name, my back arching up into him.

He pulls out, his length still hard as he hasn’t climaxed yet, and he moves down the bed, licking my pussy clean. Then he gets up from the bed and unties me from the headboard, before pulling me up too, my legs unsteady, and leading me over to the window. He presses me up against it, my naked body flat against the cold glass. ‘How does it make you feel that those people down there could just look up and see you like this, huh, baby girl?’ he asks, swiping a finger across my slit. ‘God, look how wet you’ve already gotten at the thought of it. You’ve only just cum, Y/N,’ he says incredulously, and I hear him lick his finger clean. ‘Spread your legs, darling, hands against the window,’ he growls, and I do as he says, not even settled in the position before he plunges all the way in from behind. I moan out, my head falling so my chin hits my chest, but he gathers up my hair in his hand and pulls it, hard, my head whipping back. He pounds into me at an alarming rate, one hand gripping my hair and the other holding my waist, and I already feel an impending orgasm. My legs go weak, my entire body shaking, and he sighs. ‘Are you tired, baby girl? Come on,’ he says, pulling out and turning me around to face him. He puts his arms around me and lifts me, pushing my back up against the window, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. I sink onto him slowly, our eyes locked together as he groans and I whimper, my lower lip between my teeth. ‘Stop biting your lip and let me instead,’ he says, pressing his mouth to mine, his teeth pulling at my lip, followed by his tongue running over it. ‘Fuck, I can taste your pussy from your mouth, baby girl,’ he murmurs against my mouth, his words followed by a moan from me.

He starts at a slow pace, wanting to last a bit longer, as one of my hands grips onto his shoulder muscle, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. I tug at his locks and he groans into my mouth, the sound heavenly, before he slams all the way into me, my head falling back against the window. ‘Look at me, Y/N,’ he growls, and I force myself to look at him. His hair is pasted to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks are very slightly flushed. His lips are swollen from our kisses and his eyes are wide and dark. He thrusts into me at a steady pace, going so deep, and I attach my lips to the skin at his neck, wanting to leave my own marks on him. He lets out low whimpers and groans that have my heart fluttering. ‘Fuck, Y/N, stop clenching,’ he growls as I pull on the skin at his jaw. ‘Does this feel good, baby girl? Tell me what you want,’ he asks, slowing slightly, and I pull away from his neck. ‘Deeper, Tae,’ I plead, and he chuckles, lifting one of my legs to sit over his shoulder. He plunges back into me, the new angle allowing him to go much deeper, and my eyes roll back at the feeling. ‘Fuck, Tae, feels so good,’ I whine, and he attaches his lips to one of my nipples, the hand that isn’t holding me up beginning to rub at my clit. The multiple sensations have me nearing the edge, the moans falling from my mouth like I’m in a porno.

‘You’re such a dirty girl, Y/N. Fucking your target, a crimelord, no less. Asking me to go deeper when you can barely even handle what I’m already giving you. At this rate, you won’t want me to stop ‘til your pussy’s torn in half. Is that what you want, baby girl?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘So dirty and needy. But baby just wants to sleep, right? You just want me to relieve your stress, right, baby girl?’ he asks, and I nod, tears streaming down my face, feeling my orgasm building up bit by bit. ‘You’re so fucking hot, Y/N, and fucking filthy. God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,’ he moans against my nipple, his thrusts getting sloppier as we both near our orgasms. ‘Whose pussy is this, baby girl? Who does it belong to, huh, Y/N?’ he asks me, panting. ‘Tae, please, I’m gonna…’ I whine, my mind whirling. ‘No, Y/N, if you don’t tell me who your pussy belongs to, you are not cumming. Answer me, baby girl,’ he demands. ‘You, Tae, you, it’s all yours,’ I cry, and he grins widely, increasing his pace. His fingers work impossibly fast against my clit and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge, my third orgasm washing over me, my nails digging into his back, my head against the window. ‘Where do you want my cum, Y/N? In your mouth, maybe? All over your tits? Or stuffed into your tight little pussy? Answer me, baby girl, I’m nearly there,’ he growls, taking his mouth from my nipple. ‘Inside me, Tae, please,’ I whine, and he grins. He quickens his pace for a few seconds, going so hard and fast, before I feel him cum inside me, his release spurting out against my walls. ‘Fuck, Y/N, god, your pussy’s so good, baby girl, so good,’ he praises as he rides out his high.

Once we’ve both recovered from our orgasms, he pulls out and puts me down. ‘Look at that, baby girl, our cum mixed together, dripping down your leg. Don’t waste it,’ he says, scooping it up and lifting his fingers to my mouth. I lick them clean obediently and he kisses me as praise. ‘Sleep now, baby girl, we’ll talk once you’ve slept,’ he says, leading me over to the bed. My whole body is weak, completely exhausted, and so I fall asleep almost immediately after falling onto the bed, only staying awake long enough to feel Tae climb in behind me, cuddling up against me.

[thugnan]

Secret of the Scarlet Hand (PC 2002)

Story: 4/10

Characters: 3/10

Puzzles: 3/10

Chores: 4/10

Final Rating: 5/10

I’ve only played this one once and I honestly can’t remember parts of it or the plot. I love that this was the first appearance of Soony Joon, but other than that all the characters fell flat for me. This one took the educational aspects of Treasure in a Royal Tower and multiplied them by 100, in a bad way. This game played more like a Broderbund game, the puzzles were obnoxious and the play through was erratic (not as linear as its predecessors). Some of the chores involved bouncing back and forth a bunch (like the quizzes). I don’t remember there being any glitches though.  

Plot (spoilers obviously)

Thug Nan gets an internship at Beech Hill, a museum hosting a super big exhibit on the Maya. From the get go you get the impression that maybe this museum can’t afford to do this? Thug Nan is like “wait a minute this internship is paid right?” 

They hand you a list of chores and tell you to get on it. They’re preparing for the exhibition of a giant rock monolith. While doing these chores you meet:

Joanna: Your boss as the museum’s curator. She appears a little young to be running the place and slightly desperate to get income into the museum. Low key she cute tho.

Henrik Vander Hoop: He’s fancy and has an accent. He’s a researcher and knows things about glyphs. Not v social for the most part. 

Ale-ale-jandro: I don’t think I was supposed to like this guy tbh, judging from the responses Nancy had for some of his SJW rants, but yo he’s not wrong. I might be biased as we are basically the same person tho. He works with the consulate and appears to have a close relationship with the museum. He hates Johana and Taylor because they’re pirates. 

Taylor Sinclair: I thought he was a lawyer for some reason? He’s an art dealer, and tbh I’m suspicious of him immediately. I think it’s the mustache. Idk what it is about it but I don’t like it. He calls you into his office because he’s concerned that someone is gonna steal from Beech Hill, which heightens my suspicion of him but whatever. 

As we continue to do errands, we get more of a feel for the museum’s financial situation. When you try to order supplies, the distributor tells you that he sent you to collections and to gtfo.

The next morning, you’re in your office when the alarm goes off, someone has stolen a jade relic of King Pacal’s. The cops come and go, you ask Joanna about it and she gives you the a-ok to snoop up in there. She appears to care more about collecting that insurance monies. Suspicious but ok. 

Henrik is apparently also nowhere to be seen? Suspicious but ok. 

Alejandro and Taylor subtly mention that they were both in the building at the time of the robbery. Idk why either of them would incriminate themselves like that? Suspicious but ok. 

You get a call from Franklin Rose, your dad’s friend that hooked you up with the internship. He’s like legally speaking I need u to investigate this. So Thug Nan is like “aw yee, I’ma do it because you told me to, and not because suspicious Taylor told me to.” 

The robbers left a calling card, because you know, all the smart robbers do that right? Also idk how the cops dropped the ball on this one because the culprit’s calling card is A HAND PRINT. I’da been running the show I would just hand printed everyone in the building, and called it a day. 

So you gotta do some more tedious chores, which you only are able to pull of because the wack who had your internship before you left a bunch of drawings as hints. Soony Joon, I’ma tell u now that I think you’re a mad lad, but also thank you for ur service. 

You get in contact with some other folks that were also struck by the thieves who hit Beech Hill. They send you some more clues. 

THEN HENRIK IS YEETED DOWN THE STAIRS (seriously, what is the deal with this series and stair yeeting?) I’m going to say now that the stairs that Henrik fell down were a lot taller than those of El Paso High School, I’m just saying, idk how Henrik didn’t die but ok. 

Homeboy has amnesia. Johana was booted out of the building for mismanaging the museum and being overall suspicious. You and I know what this means right? Time to trespass go thru everyone’s shit. 

Johana was not happy about being booted out, and begs you to prove that she didn’t steal the pacal relic so the cops will let her go and the board will let her back into the building. I don’t really want to do that but I guess.

I made zero effort to talk Franklin into letting her back in whoops 8D. But she can’t say I didn’t call him. 

Meanwhile Henrik’s nurse/therapist hits you up like “yo he kept saying ur name in his sleep so we think it’s a good idea for you to visit. You can help him get his memory back” Yeah? Well remember that I said that he wasn’t v social? I legit know NOTHING about him, especially since his desk is all locked up. Idk why he was saying my name in his delirium but I hope that he knows that I am completely loyal to Frank Hardy  Ned, and if I were to cheat on him it woulda been with my sweet Maddie in Stay Tuned for Danger. I guess I don’t blame Henrik tho, erryone wants a piece of this Thug Nan. What can I say? I live dangerously. (Altho for once I haven’t been attempted murdered) 

While trying to jog Henrik’s memory you find out:

Henrik probably maybe stole the Pacal, but it sounds like he had Taylor logic. He stole it so the real thieves wouldn’t steal it?

He’s in cahoots with smugglers

Alejandro called the cops on Johana, and needs Thug Nan to “borrow” some papers from her. I don’t like the way he went about it but I respect the balls on this man. 

You gotta find like 5 other relics to open the dumb monolith… great. I still don't know why would want to?

Pacal (the real dood not the relic) built the monolith to suffocate a scribe/reporter that was too nosy for her own good. My dood was harsh.

Thug Nan finds the Pacal because well… she had to. And slowly but surely it begins to come together. Tbh the plot to this game was so convoluted, that I wouldn’t have figured out what I had to do without calling Frank and Joe every other second. 

Somehow I gather all the relics I needed to open the damn box, and you know I’m starting to think. If this Pacal guy didn’t want this scribe lady to ever be found why the eff would he make a key to the tomb in the first place? Whatever. I open the box and T A Y L O R  S I N C L A I R LOCKS ME IN THERE WITH A THOUSAND YEAR OLD ROTTING CORPSE.  THIS MAN IS ABOUT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF THUG NAN. 

Anyway, getting out of there was not that hard, my girl the scribe shoulda made more of an effort, but hey she didn’t have a handy dandy glowstick like moi. When I got out Johana, Alejandro, and a recovered Henry were on the other side waiting? Instead of helping me? They were v creepily like “YOU DID IT NANCY WE KNEW YOU WOULD.” Except they used Dr. Seuss rhymes to tell me this which only made it creepier. Also they knew it was Sinclair without me telling them? Which is like cool but WhY DiDnT U StOp hIm. They play it off as “well he stole the fake stuff” THEY LITERALLY HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT.  

Um, the end?

They left a couple of plot holes unresolved I think? Like Henrik having connections with smugglers. Why did he steal the pacal in the first place? What did he know about Taylor? Who pushed him off the pyramid? Or did he really fall? Alejandro seemed to be peachy with Beech Hill after he found out that the Pacal’s papers were legit? And Johana never asked me about the missing papers, she was also let off with a warning? Okie dokes. 

[bantan]

JP FC Vol. 5 - My Biography with BTS: Jimin edition

BTS JAPAN OFFICIAL FANCLUB MAGAZINE VOL.5

Japanese-English translation @kocchi DO NOT REPOST SCANS ANYWHERE

My Biography with BTS: JIMIN edition

Following J-HOPE, SUGA, V, AND JIN, this volume’s edition of My Biography features JIMIN and his path from childhood until debut.

Going from a middle school student obsessed with dancing to a member of BTS…

My oldest memory is from when I was 4-5 years old (Korean age), when I moved houses to another house right nearby. I remember helping out by carrying a rice cooker pot filled with rice grains. When I was little, I loved playing outside and would spend every day playing with my friends and the older neighbourhood kids. We played soccer and cops and robbers. I once ran so far I ended up in the next town over. (laughs)

Even in primary school I loved to play with my friends. We’d often spend lunchtimes playing soccer. My favourite subjects were arts and physical education, and maths. I liked to draw pictures but hated colouring them for some reason. My dreams for the future changed every day. If I read a cooking manga I’d want to become a chef, if I watched “Galaxy Express 999” I’d want to become a Galaxy Express driver, and if I read ONE PIECE I’d want to be a pirate.

I’m very close to my brother, who’s two years younger than me. We’d play games and watch movies together at home. I remember watching the anime “Dragon Ball” and the movie “The Host (괴물)”. We were like friends.

I was friendly with everyone in middle school too. There were six classes and I knew almost everyone. I was a part of the soccer club and table tennis club, and every day was lots of fun.

I became interested in dance in the 2nd year of middle school. I started dancing after school and wanted to learn it properly, so I started going to dance school in 2010. Dance school was really fun. Whenever I had a spare moment, I’d go there and practice. I even entered competitions, which was utterly nerve-wracking. I actually still get nervous when I stand on stage even now.

I decided I wanted to go to an arts high school one year before I graduated middle school. I was even unable to concentrate on studying during my free periods, pondering “Which high school should I go to, what do I want to do…” As I was thinking, I eventually decided I wanted to stand on a stage. So I aimed for Busan High School of Arts, and as I wanted to learn more modern types of dance, I chose to do contemporary dance. I threw my entire self into dancing during high school -- all I had back then were my friends and dancing. I’d meet up with my friends and practice, play, then practice again… I attended my dance school concurrently to high school, so I was worried about the lesson fees and said “I won’t go to dance school.” But the dance school teacher said to me “You don’t need to pay anything.” I was very grateful to them and practiced my hardest to meet their expectations, and I learned a lot from that teacher. I have never once thought I wanted to give up dancing.

In the spring of 2012, my dance teacher from middle school contacted me and I ended up taking the company’s audition. I passed and moved to Seoul in May. The first member I met was J-HOPE-hyung. He greeted me by saying “Let’s work hard together!” The other members also talked to me first, and I remember as soon as I arrived at the dorm we all went out to eat. The most fun part of the trainee life was eating and playing with the other members. I still carry the ticket from when we all went out to the amusement park together in my wallet. It was the first time we all went out together to play, so it’s one of my most treasured memories. I’ve carried it around for 5 years already.

I transferred to the same high school as V in Seoul. I was in Class 4 and V was in Class 2, but V had lots of outgoing friends so he came to my class and told my classmates “Please treat JIMIN well.” I get really shy around people, but thanks to that I was able to become friends with my class.

The most difficult part of being a trainee was how unsure the future was. It was hard hearing discussions about how close I was to being kicked out this time. That was why I wanted to get in as much practice as possible, so I’d stay up practicing until 3-4am then go to sleep, then head back to the practice room at 6 the next morning and sing for an hour before heading to school. I continued that for a year. At that time, I never even dreamed I’d be able to debut as a part of BTS. But then I was placed on the candidate list for BTS members and the hyungs said “We want to do it with JIMIN,” so I found strength in that. I really felt “I want to debut with these hyungs.”

I was filled with so many emotions when I debuted. Receiving our first cake from a fan after the showcase, the members and staff crying together after it ended, appearing on a music program the next day, JIN-hyung crying afterwards… I have countless memories of those times.

I have nothing new I want to challenge from here onwards. I simply want to challenge myself into going as far as I can with what I’m doing now. Other than that, I want to learn to speak Japanese better too. I’m studying hard!

Japanese-English translation @kocchi DO NOT REPOST SCANS ANYWHERE

[onewfantaesy]

The first time Onew had his new friends over was about two months into the school year. He had invited Key and Minho over one Saturday, and the two of them were eager to see what Onew’s genius little brother lived like at home. He was quiet at school, timid and fidgety, so it was more than a shock when they walked through the front door only to hear their eight-year-old classmate screaming at the top of his lungs.

“DADDY!” Taemin shouted, running around the house.

“Taemin!” Onew shouted back. “Stop yelling when we have people over!”

Taemin stopped in his tracks, waved his arms a little bit to stop himself from falling, and then turned to make a face at his brother.

“Make me,” he said, and he went right back to running from room to room to look for their father.

“Sorry,” Onew mumbled, leading them to the living room so they could play video games. “He’s just excited because my dad said he’d take him to launch a rocket today.”

“Launch a rocket?” Minho asked.

“Yeah, he likes to make model rockets and shit,” Onew said. “It’s pretty neat, but he gets super into it.”

“DADDY! MY ROCKET IS READY NOW!” 

“Five minutes, Taemin!” their father shouted back.

The groan that followed was loud and drawn out, and Taemin came stomping into the living room a minute later only to flop down on the couch next to Onew. He brought his face out from the couch cushions and looked at Onew with one eye.

“Why aren’t you coming with us?”

“Because I’m gonna stay here and hang out with my friends,” Onew said. “Who you have yet to say hello to. Which is very rude.”

“Hello Key and Minho,” Taemin mumbled, not looking at either of them.

“Hi Taemin,” they both echoed.

“Kai’s coming,” Taemin said, still looking at Onew. “We’re gonna launch the Saturn V.”

“I thought that one wasn’t finished yet?” Onew asked, setting up the game he and the others were going to play.

“I finished it yesterday.”

“I bet it’s gonna be super cool,” Onew said. “Make sure Dad takes a video.”

“Kay.”

“You’re not sad that I’m not going, are you?” Onew asked, running a hand up and down Taemin’s back.

“No,” Taemin said, but Onew thought it was too quick of a reply.

“Well go bug Dad then,” Onew said. “He’s taking too long, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Taemin said, standing up straight and running back down the hall. “DADDY! IT’S BEEN FIVE MINUTES!”

“Go get Kai and meet me in the garage to show me which rocket you want!” their dad shouted back.

Taemin went flying past the couch and ran out the front door in a blur. Onew only shook his head and asked Minho and Key if they were ready to start playing the game. Not even five minutes later, two sets of little feet were staggering into the living room, and when Onew looked over, he saw Taemin and Kai coming into the living room, Taemin holding the rocket. Taemin put it down by the door, and Kai handed him a remote.

“I swear to God, Taemin, if you press that button, I’m kicking your ass,” Onew warned.

Taemin, meanwhile, had a smirk on his face and started wagging his finger above the launch button. Kai was laughing next to him, bouncing on his feet, and whispering in Taemin’s ear to do it. Taemin wouldn’t actually do it, Onew knew that, but Minho and Key didn’t, and they looked terrified.

“Holy shit, is he really gonna set that off in here?” Key asked.

“I dunno, am I?” Taemin asked, still smiling as his finger twirled above the button. “DADDY!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” their father said as he hurried into the room and grabbed the rocket. “To the car, boys.”

“BYE MOMMY!” Taemin shouted, and then he hurried over to the couch to hug Onew around the neck and kiss his cheek. “Bye.”

He ran out to the car to the sound of both his mother and his brother saying goodbye to him, and Onew just laughed as he looked at the bewildered expressions on his friends faces.

“He’s very serious about his rockets,” Onew said, and then he turned back to the game and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, because nothing was.

Two hours later, Onew, Minho, and Key were playing basketball out in the front when the car pulled back into the driveway. Taemin hopped out after the engine turned off, Kai hot on his heels, and they didn’t even wait for Taemin’s dad to get out of the car before they were opening the trunk to take the rocket back into the garage. Taemin was holding onto the rocket, and he was nearly waddling as Kai followed him into the garage.

“You’re gonna break it,” Onew teased.

“No’m not!” Taemin said. “It’s not heavy, it’s just big!”

“How many times did you launch it?” Onew asked.

“Three, obviously.”

“Oh, three, obviously, of course” Onew mumbled, mostly to himself.

Taemin and Kai stayed in the garage for a bit while Taemin and Onew’s dad went back inside, and Onew and his friends continued to play basketball to finish up their game. After a couple minutes, two of the neighborhood girls about Taemin’s age - Krystal and Amber - came hurrying up to the driveway and asked if Taemin and Kai were back yet.

“They’re in the garage,” Onew said, careful to make sure they didn’t get hit in the head with a basketball as they hurried over to the garage.

“Wanna come play cops and robbers?”

“Last time you guys called it cowboys and Indians,” Taemin said. “And before that it was zombie hide and seek.”

“Okay smarty-pants, do you wanna play or not?”

“Yes.”

The four children ran out of the garage and into the street to go where the other neighborhood kids were meeting up to play, but Taemin stopped and looked up at his brother.

“Can I go play?” Taemin asked.

“Yeah, go,” Onew said, patting Taemin���s back. “Be home before dinner.”

“What time is dinner?”

“Be home before the sun sets,” Onew clarified, and Taemin nodded his head to run after his friends.

That night, after Minho and Key got to see what Taemin was like during dinner, they even got to see what he was like after he took a shower and changed into space-themed pajamas. His hair was dripping wet, one pant leg was bunched up slightly higher around the ankle than the other, and he came hurrying into Onew’s bedroom with a stuffed dog under his arm.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he announced, bouncing on the bed and pulling back the covers. “Goodnight.”

“Taemin, I have friends over still,” Onew said, and he went over to the bed to try and pull back the covers Taemin had pulled up to his shoulders.

“Goodnight,” Taemin repeated.

“They’re gonna stay until late,” Onew said, and he successfully pulled back the covers only to find a pouting little boy underneath. “Go sleep in your own room. You can sleep in here tomorrow.”

“I don’t wanna sleep in here tomorrow, I wanna sleep in here now.”

“Please?” Onew asked, flopping over so his head was on top of Taemin’s tummy. “I’ll bug you all night long until you go to your own room.”

“No,” Taemin whined, trying to push Onew off of him.

Onew eventually just picked him up and carried him back to his own room. After fifteen minutes, however, Taemin snuck back into the room and crawled under the covers until he got to the head of the bed and pressed himself against the wall. They all noticed him rustling under the covers, but so long as he wasn’t being annoying, Onew figured he could stay.

“He’s in here again,” Minho said.

“Yeah, I know,” Onew said. “But he’s just gonna be an annoying little shit until he gets his way, won’t he?”

Taemin’s muffled giggles were answer enough.

He was asleep after ten minutes, and Key and Minho had to admit that it was pretty cute.

[b--zus-blog]

MERCURY MIGHT HAVE BEEN ON MY SIDE PART 3 CONT.

         Welcome back for Part 3 continuing. I mentioned that this will be the most emotional part for me, since I am going to bang out 2 instances, where parts of my soul were being murdered brutally. Please know that I am writing this by the pool side, so at least if I cry, I can hop in a jacuzzi right afterwards. I have tucked away this person who I was, she’s folded up nicely in a dark corner of my brain where I can let her rest for a bit. Who I am now is taking over.

           I left off with my aunt Tulip getting me from the precinct. To rewind a little bit, I was still waiting for her, and when I got my phone back I still had a little juice to update my friends in the group chat. SweetNest, told me she contacted Lucifer, and I saw their conversation on messenger. SweetNest asked him if he had heard from me, and he responded so fucking nasty to her. “Sorry everyone from her side is going to get shit from me . . . we are going to put a restraining order on her. . . she kicked down the door and maced our roommate now she is in the hospital. . . idk I am going to check on b . . . my lawyer advises me not to talk to her party . . .”

       SweetNest responds “ I don’t think Beez would use mace for no reason (she repeated this 3 times) . . . Can I get your lawyers information? “ (yeah douche bag we know you’re lying and most likely did not talk to a fucking lawyer.) - - - Reading the text messages - I wish I had the screen shots, but then again I glad I don’t, because reading what he was saying felt like a shot to the face. How dare Lucifer, make me sound so violent, so fucking scary like I’m a fucking monster when I was trying to defend myself because he didn’t want to protect me. I  have been with Lucifer for 5 years, 3 of which we lived together and 1 where we were exes. Living with an ex is the most draining shit of your life, especially when you are such good partners. We have shared many laughs, many experiences, many ups, and downs . . . for him to pretend like he didn’t know me. To try to depict an image of me which is not true. I am most likely guilty of the same, as I saw him as a King. I looked at him and thought he was soo handsome, intelligent and strong. The way he was telling SweetNest about me was so dreadful and I finally had to release a secret, I never wanted to admit.

     Tulip finally showed up, and in between our conversations and the fucking cop who put his number in my phone passing by and she thought he was hot, which he was but still a fucking douche. I look up to the ceiling trying to tilt my tears back inside my eyeballs, and trying so hard to swallow this lump in my throat to say  “Tulip, I am finally going to admit this, Lucifer has hit me, one of the main reasons he moved back is because our last fight he punched me in the stomach. He has choked me, and the last time he choked me he whispered in my ear,‘You have lived a good 25 yrs of life’. It wasn’t the first time he has done that.

     Let me take you to the past a little bit where I was born because it could have potentially saved my mother and biological fathers relationship. So already being brought into this world with not proper intentions. God only knows what my mom was going through while I was in the womb (which I totally believe affects a babies soul) Do I believe I was a love baby? Absolutely fucking not, my father was an abusive alcoholic cunt who did coke too, probably and most likely other things as well. I have dealt with his abuse on top of my mothers. Maybe it was because I looked like the fucker burnt to a crisp with curly hair, but as I was growing up, whenever I would get punished even as I got older my mom would punch me in the head a lot, my dad liked the belt. At least everyday I can remember just getting fucking whipped or pounded on by a fist. EVERYDAY, I was doing something wrong, I felt unwanted, why was I not dying yet, why was my body always fighting the pain. I could never cry about it either, I had to stay tough. I still loved though, I saw this documentary on Vice about shelters(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUfNbNBFwRI) and this home less girl says “If you hit me or you hurt me, I forgot and forgave you just like that, I don’t understand judgmental people, I don’t understand at all, like I think they are dumb, like they don’t know how to solve a problem.” I fucking broke. Because I did that, and thought exactly the same,I still loved my mom, I still loved my dad, and every other person who has hit me in between my life. It was normal no?  I thought by the time I was 16, I was understanding what abuse was, and how it worked, I was starting to feel resentment so I mentally killed off my biological father who left our life anyway when my mom finally divorced him after 9/11 My mother and I are in a better spot, sort of. She has her demons that she refuses to face. After what we went through, I thought I would NEVER be with a man who hits me. & here I was forgiving, and still loving the fuck out of Lucifer, because I still believed he loved me too.

       Our relationship started off. . . amazing, we connected, had to fall out due to differences in what I wanted and what I saw him as, but we still reconnected. Effortlessly too might I add,  I didn’t even see him as a potential partner at first, if anything we were just a casual fling, and then I kinda wanted it to end because I was ready for something serious so I need to take a break to figure out what I wanted. Instead of what I actually thought it was, him choosing me and him coming to me ! He would buy me things show up and make plans, he was making it adamant that he wanted to be with me. Even after our first big fight, when I first cried in front of him, actually holding it back because he got me so angry, he didn’t want to leave, and then he finally left. He still kept coming back to me, and my life and honestly I was fighting it because I didn’t know if I wanted him either, but the more he showed interest in me, the more I genuinely felt he wanted to be with me. We would argue but he made up for it 20x better, he would take me shopping, treat me like a Queen, massage my feet, support me, motivate me and this was the person I was falling in love with. . As time went on he admitted that it felt like me talking to him about what I wanted and how we should cut something that isn’t real was an ultimatum. . . fucker what? I have always been honest with my intentions.  I felt so awful because I thought everything was REAL.  Till little by little he was doing and saying things that were disrespectful , getting away with gas lighting, and knowing what tactics and my weaknesses  that would trigger me into doing annoying , corny fucked up girl shit, Maybe in another blog I will mention how and what lead to the abuse, whats types, and how his Jekyll and Hyde personas were just , making me look at myself in the mirror and be like “Who the fuck is this person?”

        So back to admitting to my aunt what has / was happening and I don’t know why Lucifer is making this so fucking miserable for me. My arresting officer told me to see this lady in the office precinct, after I told him I still need to get my stuff, at least in peace. This lady was actually so fucking rude to me and tried to accuse me of “oh you just want to do this for retaliation” I got up and just fucking left. My aunt actually turned me around, then the lady was like “You see if she didn’t have that attitude I could let her know how to do a Order of Protection” - sick bitch. Heres the thing, it still isn’t her fault she spoke to me that way, playing mental mind games, it’s the criminal justice systems fault, believe that. I was talking to the cops for an hour trying to explain to them this whole mess, they told me to call the cops when I get home to get my shit, so I could get 20 minutes to an hr to get my shit. Tulip, and Tulips friend Alex ( who was actually besties with my biological father) and I waited a good hr and 1/2 outside the apartment, my aunt agreed she could take some things to her place. The cops finally show up and then when they get here my aunt speaks to them and the cop looks at me rolls his eyes, and says “Yeah I remember her.” I went so close to the car looking at this fuckers face, to recognize him as one of the cops that I called the first time, the one I thought earlier hit his wife too. -  the way he was talking to the two older ladies I mentioned in part 1 ? Or 2? I forget. Mother fucker here we go, he tells my aunt how I am uncooperative and shit, and once again I CALLED THE COPS, for them to make me feel like a fucking moron for doing so. I open the door, it reaks of weed,  and three stuffed black trash bags are full of my things, Diana goes into the other room and gets the TV. The crackheads are cracked out and shook. Lucifer then walks in “Um hello excuse me, thats my fucking TV” I look at him. The king that I saw in him, the man that I thought one day is going to be one of the most successful men I know, was replaced by a high asshole, who looked musty and miserable as fuck. I saw and only felt his hate, I had to stay quite as I could pack as much shit as I could into a sedan.  He was trying to portray me as a burglar, a robber and he spoke to my aunt, who has taken him in as well in her own home like she was garbage. “Why are you even here this has nothing to do with you!?” The crackheads and the cops were watching them go back and forth in the kitchen until he tried to tell my aunt to shutup - she responds back with “I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT GONNA CHOKE ME!” Wither 5 foot nothing self. He said “Choke who, who’s been choked!?” She confronted him about the bruises she has seen on me and how she didn’t call the cops either. Then he finally shut up and she told the cops on how he told me to come back the other day, then tries to say I’m a robber ! “Fucking manipulative shit, abusive men like you do!” Surprisingly for a minute moment the cops were on my side about things, telling Lucifer that he wasn’t even here when I called them the first time. B I know for a fact was jealous that I did have my aunt who was fighting for me, and I know she felt the sting that I am fucking loved while she feels at her loneliness, and can’t even fight for herself - even with her Shrek physique.

     When I finally had shit packed up still not everything, my books, my dresser filled with clothes, paper work, shoes were still left there. So I had to make one more fucking trip and I hated knowing I had to come back. Meanwhile, Lucifer just looks at me, from the door in between the lions that protected the door while I was  in the back of the car, he was waving good bye and smiling, proud that he destroyed me. I tilt my head forward putting my palms to my eyes, elbows to knees and just cried, releasing everything, feeling like a broken angel being taunted by demons dancing around me in a circle. Alex told me in Spaish, to just scream, it’s ok. “Quedate Fuerte.”

My aunt told me , to never forget that image of him, I want to , but I will never forget how that moment made me feel.

Stay tuned for Part 4 I thought I could bang out the second time I had to come across Lucifer, and officially the last time. For this article, I would like you to recognize anyone you think is being abused. May it be within a relationship, romantic, family, friend ANYTHING, don’t judge them. Learn from them, and if you can, help them.

Thank you Tulip, Thank you Alex.

In no way shape or form am I trying to retaliate against Lucifer. I honestly would have kept this secret forever if I could, I would have buried a body with him if it ever came to it,  but I never thought it could have been mine. We were an amazing team at one point, and I can only wish him and his family well. Because I know from experience, that revenge isn’t worth it, I am not perfect, and that God is the one who equipped me strength, that make my ways blameless... 

[cabinboy100]

BABY DRIVER: Screening #2 brain dump…

This post is gonna be a spoiler-tastic collection of notes, thoughts, Edgar/Easter eggs, and crazy talk on elements of Edgar Wright's BABY DRIVER after a second screening tonight.

(You can review my post-screening-1 ramble here.)

About names and casting…

Buddy—Jason Van Horn.

I couldn't hold onto his last name after my first screening, just vaguely recalled it being Van Winklevossy, y'know? Something that fit Bats's educated guess from an uneducated man. But this time, I remembered, and hours later, I get it! I think? Jason VAN HORN! =)

Darling—Monica Costello.

In the car after taking care of the Butcher & friends, the crew press each other about their names and Buddy explains that they only know each other by nicknames, aka "monickers." With punny timing, Darling then reveals that her real name is Monica. We find out her last name is Costello from a breaking news bulletin later. My mind always jumps to Abbott-and- but I don't think that applies here. =)

Griff—short for Griffin.

We never get his real name, but that doesn't matter so much here. We do get Griffin, as in the legendary eagle-lion mashup beast, depending on the culture and time in which you ask, supposedly supernaturally wise and partial to gold treasure and testing humans with riddles.

Frack, am I confusing them w/sphinxes? Hrm…I'm gonna go with it, just to get my thoughts down.

After the first heist, Griff takes it on himself to find out what makes Baby tick, believing his quiet and aloofness to be signs that he considers himself better than the rest of the crew. He explains to Baby—You can't do crime without being a little criminal…One day, you're gonna get blood on your hands.

I wish I could remember more/all of what he says to Baby, but I'd bet all of it is and/or comes true.

Even if the name isn't a perfect connect, he still plays a Cassandra-like Wrightian soothsayer in the shape of a bank robber.

Doc.

I don't think we get any clue as to his altar ego, if he has one. All we know is he's a heist mastermind with impressive resources and a line on people with nasal troubles. We do see him sharing drinks w/Big Boi and Killer Mike at Bacchanalia, tho. ENT to hip-hop stars who was once in love, too? =)

Bats—Leon.

The batty lion. That works. I think we must've gotten his last name in that breaking news report, too, but I missed it. Nuts.

Eddie No-Nose—formerly Eddie the Nose.

Heh. That's a No-Nose no-no, page 1.

J.D.

I didn't catch any hint as to his real name. Maybe it's a filmmaking reference, like R2-D2? But specific to something or someone disposable? Or maybe a clue as to his fate, when or if he's ever discovered, post-sunset, he'd surely be tagged as a John Doe, right?

The Butcher—never get his name, but the actor? OMG! STILL ALIVE! =)

Crazy amazing casting and a damn impressive delivery of a pig-themed bad cop sales pitch! Perhaps PHANTOM holds a special place in Wright's heart? I know it does in mine. Or perhaps it's the man's extensive and inspiring oeuvre as a whole. In any case, a joyous experience seeing him in the BABY DRIVER world.

And the rest…

Now, whatever I can recall that I want to not forget, roughly in the order of appearance in the film…

The graffiti behind Baby is definitely updated between his trip to Octane and back to the Healey building. Maybe in more than one place, but I'm only sure about the "RIGHT" + "Shake Shake" art. On the way to Octane, along with Baby's "Harlem Shuffle" track syncing with graffiti and posted words in the environment, we see Baby match poses with wall art of a guy looking up to the sky and play "air horn" in front of show window featuring a trumpet. On his way back, a sandwich board doomsayer tells him that he must save himself from sin, and when crossing the street, a police car just passes him by before turning on its siren.

I wonder…Could the lyrics to "Harlem Shuffle" be a map to one of the getaway scenes? Or the acts and plot of the entire film…?

Hrm…Maybe…? Certainly can't put it past Professor Wright =)

When Baby flips thru channels at home w/Joe early on, there's a series of channel audio bits that felt a lot like SHAUN OF THE DEAD. The MONSTERS, INC bit that Baby uses on Doc—"You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship."—is part of it. At the end, we see coverage of a bullfight, a matador stepping around a skewered but undefeated bull. We hear, and see via cc—"The bull still stands." In the moment, that seems to be comment on Baby's sticking with his one-more-job-and-I'm-done plan, despite Joe's objection.

However, before we cut to the next scene, the announcer continues, talking about how the matador, having failed to finish the bull from horseback, must now try his luck on foot, which is kind of what happens to Baby after the Post Office robbery and also in his finale duel with Buddy in the parking garage. Post-Post Office, after skewering Bats, Baby (and Buddy and Darling) have to abandon their steed and escape on foot.

Later, when it's down to Baby and Deb vs. Buddy, they start car-v-car (the red Charger and the police cruiser), but Baby tells Debra they have to get out of the car so that he can end this, and although he does that just to get into a different car, the final confrontation has all of the players on their feet. Well, y'know, until they're not any more.

I think the second time we see Baby or Joe channel-hopping at home, Noel Fielding appears on screen for a few seconds. On my first screening, I thought it was a clip from THE MIGHTY BOOSH, but now I realize that it's from the video for Mint Royale's "Blue Song," which Wright directed and was sort of an early short form riff of his BABY DRIVER concept. A wheelman waiting on his crew to the sound—and duration—of a favorite song of the right length.

Debora vs. her sister Mary for songs with their names.

Bo's Diner decor/wall art—Route 66, couple in a convertible. Same as one of the postcards Deb sends Baby in jail.

Where is Bo's Diner? If ever in the area, gotta go—gotta go!

Laundromat decor/wall art—rockets and space.

Was the decor in the dinner and 'mat redone for the movie, or left as found?

The senior waitress says that Baby's been coming there since before she started. She thinks/heard that his mom used to work there. Lucky for Baby Deb thinks that more sweet than creepy. =)

BABY: I have different iPods for different days, different moods…

Bo's Diner number���555-1270. I think that was it. December 1970? Does that line up with a significant birthday or cinematic event?

There's a beautiful pair of shots one after the other when Baby, at home, calls Debora at Bo's. He's framed in a doorway of a darkened room, Joe in the lit living room behind him, with most of the dark on screen to the right. Then we see Deb, framed by the dark foreground of part of the kitchen, or maybe a supply/pantry area, to the left, with the light of the diner behind her. There's a palpable sense of their connection thru that phone line that crosses a darkness between them.

Or something. =)

Baby notices JD's "HAT" neck tattoo. JD explains that it used to read "HATE" but he had it "fixed" to be more marketable to prospective employers. After all…

JD: Who doesn't like hats?

Baby invites Debora to "Buck & Ella" (I think w/his earbuds in and sight reading from the side, he doesn’t perfectly catch “Bacchanalia” =) for the finest wining and dining of all the wine and dine in town.

Deb and Baby make music with their glasses at Buck & Ella. The whole non-verbal carousel cam montage of their date there is in wonderful sync to the music. LA LA LAND, eat your hat. =)

DOC: Take the buds out, shades off. Take the nephew, it'll be less suspicious.

I remember thinking that this seems like a way for Doc to set Baby up for capture later, getting his uncovered face caught on camera. A contingency plan to keep Doc under his thumb? Or put him away after this job?

NEPHEW SAM: You have a mint that says "Sam?"

When Baby and Sam deliver their reconnaissance report, I think Doc says, "Chips off the old block." A hint of actual fatherly affection? A Fagin-like show of pride? A clue to his brother's identity? Something else?

POSTAL WORKER: Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

This after saying she's working "9 to 5, just like Dolly."

It's a sweet connect to the rain that falls the next day, the day of the Post Office heist, and the rainbow that appears five years later when Deb picks up Miles on his release from prison, ready to drive west on 20 in a car they can't afford with a plan they don't have.

I guess that's romantic? Sounds like a lot of stress to me. =)

Whenever someone slams a door or trunk, we hear Baby's tinnitus ringing. Always a flashback to the accident?

BATS: You don't need a score for a score!

And he talks about Hex Songs…

"Knockin' on Heaven's Door" "End of the Road" "Hotel California"

BATS: An educated guess from an uneducated man.

Bats at Bo's "reading" Buddy and Darling. They rob banks to support doing drugs. Bats does drugs to support robbing banks. They're on vacation; he's at work.

The bill at Bo's for four Cokes, aka three Cokes and one Coca: $5.70. Baby leaves a 20 and a note: Road trip 2am.

When Baby and Deb are on the run after shooting Buddy at Bo's, Baby steps into a phone booth in a bit of empty lot to call Doc, who is not helpful. The booth has graffiti on its clear walls of tentacles reaching up from the ground—a visual representation of the realization of Griff's prophecy? This is just before they—Bonnie and Clyde? More like Bonnie and Bonnie—acquire the red Charger from the vaping punks. One of them asks Baby to leave him his phone but since it's playing the music, Baby says—Nope. =)

BABY: Fuck you, Buddy.

Paraphrasing Elvis? FYB vs TCB? =)

I didn't mention it in my previous ramble, but Baby definitely vibes Elvis at least as much as Han throughout the movie, and earlier, actually. When lip syncing to the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion's "Bellbottoms" in the opening heist, he's definitely channeling Elvis for me.

Caught in the credits this time that WALTER HILL is the ASL interpreter for Joe in the courtroom at Baby's trial. Only heard, not seen. Cinema-cool… =)

Also, Baby's prisoner number is 28071978—the release date of Walter Hill's THE DRIVER! =)

WHO gives Baby his mail in jail? Not credited (in order of appearance, he should've been last, and the judge was last). Whoever it is has a very unique look, and a distinctive voice. Guess I'll just have to see it again!

Keep on keepin' on~

[zealctry]

@un1awful inquired: ❝ Who told you I have hoes? ❞

o-ho. he loves these sorts of moments, these sorts of little games. hence why he takes a long while to answer, casually staring into the depths of his cup of coffee. laughter lingers in his voice as his attention redirects and he deigns to answer, all saccharine (mock-)innocence. " oh? why? you gonna shoot them? at least make it more dramatic for me and deny it, sweets. "

[zealctry]

the scent of blood, an old-age melody singing between predator and prey. a complex stimulus that science had difficulty pinning down for the longest time ���—  nowadays, what passed for modern science described it in terms of oxidation of hemoglobin’s iron and resulting volatile compounds, which modern folk referred to as metallic. a strange concept, to Hidan, who had grown so inured to it as to be fully inoculated to the scent ( couldn’t smell it, not via olfaction, which is to say: physically. could, however, track it with primal-like instinct, in the dark. make it blossom; at any point, from anyone. with the perfect ease of practice. )

but frankly, all there is to blood is its many shades of pretty, pretty red ( and your life draining away with each passing heartbeat. let the countdown begin! for was there ever anything more worthy as a sacrifice than human life? alas, not @narasnooze’s. well. not right now, at least. )

a hum (of agreement), followed by a (clearly amused) chuckle, in the aftermath of his name echoing against the brick walls. most of the place is empty, after all. it makes sound travel, y’know.

             “ why, Doe Eyes. you even know me by name! ” out of nowhere, fingers dart out and tangle harshly into long hair, fisting close to the scalp for a secure grip – before yanking back. for a split-second, their gazes meet— bright to dark, unblinking, but between Hidan’s masked features and the other’s drugged state, how much did it matter? how much would he even remember?  “ I’m fucking flattered! ”  carelessly, Hidan shoves that dark-haired head back into position (which is to say: forward). if it sends him spiraling into a dizzy spell or a migraine? well. ain’t his fault. blame that weak constitution!   

a click of his tongue, followed by footsteps, and he cirlces 'round to stand before his …ah, guest, crouching low to catch his eye. ( the skull-mask grins at him; judging by tone of voice alone, it does reflect the wearer’s mood).

             “ I thought it was about time for you and I to have a lil’ chat. just the two of us.  hope you’re comfortable~ ” not that a metal chair and zip ties for restraints were comfortable. but with enough willpower, one can make do! right, Doe Eyes?

@zealctry asked:

❛ you gonna be a good boy for me? ❜ ( except that this is a threat, followed by the distinct cling of metal, and the whole thing is a nightmare. oh god, there’s so much blood splattered all around! )

   The strong stench of the blood was awfully nauseating. It actually made him rather disoriented if he wasn’t already, though he couldn’t quite recall– or focus– on why he was in such a state. He didn’t even know if it was his blood or somebody else’s. He sort of… slipped in and out of reality, it felt like, but he could swear that something was hurting. He was in pain. Physically? Mentally? Perhaps both? 

   Every time he regained some focus and knew where he was, he felt an intense fear take over his body. Terror and panic reached into his very core but he just couldn’t do anything about it, it seemed… He couldn’t move. But if that was because he was restrained or just paralysed by fright, he didn’t know. All he did know, was that voice.

   “Hi.. ‘an..”

[zealctry]

@desertgourd said: ❛ you never stop, do you? ❜

of-fucking-course not. because. .. . well. where was the fun in that? but voicing the thought, let alone trudging his way through the mindboggling inane explanation? so horribly boring. so, in its stead. . .

            “ if you’re gonna start preaching zen to me, you better believe it’s wasted time. already went through that attempted indoctrination with other sorry bastards, who, frankly speaking, were better at it than. . ..  you.  ”  disdain laced with lighthearted amusement lingers on his tongue in the aftermath of that last syllable. weighs it down. then pops it off with a click of his tongue and a grin ( a little sharp around the edges ), that he flings the other’s way. carelessly. or with a little too much meaning. who is to say, to clarify? Hidan certainly won’t, as his smirk vanishes behind the rim of the glass from which he takes a swig. it travels down his throat like ice-cold water on a sunny day.

he settles the it down and gives it a push, but instead of watching it slide across the counter in the other’s direction ( instead of following it to see if his open invitation reaches its mark ), his magenta gaze remains, unblinking, on him. a single finger takes a stab in his direction, almost ( yet-not-quite ) accusatory.

            “ though it’s pretty funny. you always struck me as the high-strung, holier-than-thou type. hidden depths, huh, Red? ”

[zealctry]

@foxcurse ( PI verse ) brazenly declared: " I think you should be obsessed with me. "

Hidan rarely drinks enough to alter his perception of reality, or even his moods. rarer still, his dabbling in other substances. even nicotine sticks, he seldom touches ( and he hates, loathes, meeting the taste of it upon a temporary lover’s tongue – in itself, a more common occurrence ). but there are other things he can get high off of. watching the ( stupid, insipid shell of a ) city burn. devotion only he knows of, is capable of. drowning in the onslaught of adrenaline as he dangles off a skyscraper, one foot above the void, above his grave. ( life. death. the tentative line drawn in-between. how many times has he nearly landed on the other side? how many times did he claw his way right out?? )

he laughs. ( it’s riding upon a nameless high. wild and unrestrained and manic around the edges if one cares to look closely enough. if they know how to. )

                “ why, detective—— ” and it’s always ‘detective’, isn’t it? never a name, of one sort or another. just a role, which is to say: just one step away from personal, when everything else could be. ( and the name he gave you, detective, the one you call him by? do you think it real? do you think it true? ) “ ——whyever would you think you're worthwhile as an object of obsession? after all. . .. . you’re just a man. ” and Hidan's expression shifts, eyes at half-mast, heavy gaze dripping with cyanide-laced mockery as it drifts, languidly, downwards from those blue eyes.  “ . . .. and I ain’t really into the whole mutual obsession thing. ”

( read between the lines. it is you who . .. )

[zealctry]

❝  You're giving me a lot more death threats than usual. Did I upset you, babe?  ❞ 

for a moment, his expression draws to a blank, a complete tabula rasa ( dangerously empty, a blank canvas shielding away a myriad of possibilities behind deceptively wide eyes, a mockery mimicry of innocence ). then his hand darts out, sudden like a viper striking, encircling Kurama’s wrist, then yanking him right into Hidan’s lap ( an arm slipping around his waist to keep him there steady ). “ shouldn’t you be happy that they’re mere threats, for now? ” his other arm comes to join the first, snaking around the other man, trapping him within a complete circle. he leans in, closer, an amused ( yet not particularly unkind ) smile dancing upon his lips. “ how about a kiss for good behaviour, sweetheart? ”

[zealctry]

you can all blame @narasnooze for the insanity that is this upcoming modern verse, wherein Hidan is a serial killer who suffers from severe delusions of grandeur (with religious undertones that are a complete fabrication of his funny lil brain), has completely lost his marbles, and taunts the police into an insane cat-and-mouse game. basically stuck in his ritual form 23/6 (with breaks for normal functioning.) tl;dr he's mortal, there's no jashin, many people still get stabbed and die in ritualistic-like fashion.

honestly? love that for him. he deserves to lose his marbles every now and then. also, if you want interactions in this verse, hmu.

[zealctry]

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞   𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. ( make Hidan choose ; meme, always accepting. )

@foxcurse said: "jail or I beat you senseless with this sock filled with frozen butter? :')"

o-ho? is this what they're doing now? playing twenty questions? this or that? hmm. let him think on this one for a second. ( Hidan grins, all teeth, all mock-innocence and honey laced with cyanide. his gaze doesn't waver. ) “ better choice than a baguette. I'd say beat me senseless –– but really? you'd need to catch me first. and you're not a very good hand at that. ”

"jail or leave me the fuck alone? :')"

he's starting to sense a bit of a theme here. oh, the difficulty oh the choice (not!). “ dumb question. in either case, we both know you'd be terribly bored without me, sweetheart. ”

"jail or a bullet with your name on it? :')"

ah, now that's the stuff. “ the bullet, obviously. make sure to kiss it first, and take proper aim, yeah? I'd hate to find you a horrid shot in the aftermath of all that boasting, Mr. Big Deal PI. ”

[zealctry]

@foxcurse said:

[ text ] can u pay attention to me now ?? [ text ] also who was that person u were with the other day [ text ] nvm i actually don't give a fuck [ text ] i know you're reading this asshole

not Hidan leaving him on 'read' for two days only to reply with:

[ text ] aww, baby. r u jealous of my partner? [ text ] btw, i ain't flirting. i'm calling u a whiny lil baby. [ text ] try doing something about it if it bothers u sm. xoxo

[zealctry]

@lobiita said: “ Hey I got youse this bag of fun sized snickers because you’re fun sized yourself. ” ( unprompted, always accepting. )

“ you know what ain't fun-sized about me? ” a suggestive raise of his eyebrow marked by a pregnant pause. “ . . . .my brain. and you know what my not fun-sized brain says...? ” both hands rise, ready to flip her off; yet all he does is make a grab for the bag, expression breaking into boyish delight. “ thanks for the food! ” ♥️