#we come back to tumblr and immediately choose violence

[cyber-skeletons]

I joined the winning team.

[effervescentdragon]

buckle up, because I’m about to go off. So i posted this take this morning, because I was thinking about F1 fandom’s habit and hipocrisy of criticising “third-world” or “middle-eastern” countries about their breach of human rights (no matter how much i personally think most of it is performative, pat-myself-on-the-back-for-being-a-good-human kinda “activism”), while nobody is saying anything about F1 racing in Miami, Florida, which is currently literally one of the worst places to live. to which, as is usual on good ol’ tumblr, i got this ask

i blocked the anon, obviously, but to borrow dear friends’ words “this ask is so american, all it needs is an eagle, a gun, unaffordable healthcare and perhaps a burger”. HOWEVER. i can’t stay silent. i choose violence (metaphorical) these days. my first thought was to reply with “i’d check my privilege but im too busy being able to check my bloodwork with my free healthcare”, which may be a bit tone-deaf and mean. so i outsorced this ask to certain friends (including a full-blooded american and a person from the middle east), and here is a series of screenshots of their responses, because they are wonderful and smart and more verbose than i was this morning, with only one coffee in my blood and irritation level of +billion. their opinions also kind of matter more than my own, because these are their lived experiences. 

now. as i said, and as you can see, these are the lived experiences of my friends, and are therefore also subjective at their core. so lets look at some facts. 

“florida is in the usa, a free, democratic, modern, developed country where protection of human rights is enforced”, i believe you said? ALLRIGHT:

- a bill that passed in florida 10 days ago that allows judges to alter custody agreements if they think one parent might allow gender affirming care

- florida abortion ban after 6 weeks, with no exceptions for rape or incest after 15 weeks 

- a transgender sports ban in florida that allows genital inspection of minors, aka children (thank you @lauda4theback​ for finding these links for me)

- USA’s position in the Democratic Index;

- tumblr post with sources made around four days ago with details about just some of the gun violence happening in the US currently;

- BBC article about 160 mass shootings that had happened in 2023 up until April 16th and data from gun-violence archive (which, correct me if im wrong, is singularily an american thing);

- Anti-Trans Bill tracker no 1 and no 2 in the US, which, you know, implies violation of basic human rights;

- banning of books in the us to cripple education and avoid taking responsibility and acknowledging already existing and rampantly rising levels of racism, homophobia, transphobia, and generally what you all like to call “traditional (christian) values” and the rest of the world likes to call “blatant right-wing fascism” - here’s florida specifically (god i hate nyt); 

these are just some of the FACTS about the united states, and they very much speak for themselves. i couldve found a million more sources, but, honestly, i dont feel like waddling through more of the mud that is this country’s awful politics and policies. 

now its time for my opinion. im assuming youre american, because if youre not, thats just... i have no words, then. you can come in here spouting absolute fucking brainwashing propaganda your country does to you on a regular basis, but dont expect me to have to listen to it, and do anything other than laugh derisively. your-us centrism is tiring, scary, and insane, because your country, to me, is little more than a glorified cult. it’s dangerous to the rest of the world for many reasons, not the least the way it permeates every sphere of our public life and pushes american fucking propaganda upon all of us, whether we want it or not, and its absurd and awful fucking military, which i would like to see razed to the ground immediately, but i pity you, anon, for being so absolutely lacking in critical thinking that you actually believe this bullshit that you are spewing. i was trying to criticise our fandom’s way of expressing outrage when it comes to non-western, whatever the fuck that means, countries while simultanously not speaking about or even acknoledging the fact that rapid erosion of democracy in the us has all the markings of the same “dictatorial” regimes we like to be enraged over when it comes to racing in bahrain or jeddah or abu dhabi, except the usa is not being held hostage by a single autocratic dictator but with the republican party which controls the government institutions. that is sometimes the only difference i can see.

i wont speak about human rights in the middle east, because i am not middle-eastern. there’s people who can add their opinions here, and i invite them to do so. i also invite anyone to tell me if i got something wrong, used a wrong source, or said anything that i need to re-check or do more research on. but the bottom line is: for you to take my LEGIT criticism and get offended on behalf of the fucking US instead, well. that says a lot about you and your priorities, doesn’t it?

[katsaturnwhatever]

Finally returning to Tumblr after a long vacation because I’ve got the brainrots all over again.

So I’ve gotta say it. Ed didn’t really mean it.

Ed didn't really feel that sleeping with Stede was a mistake. He may have wished that things had unfolded differently, but he absolutely does not regret the act itself. But also, there was nothing shocking or out of character about Ed's decision to leave.

1) While the wall-slam definitely caught him offguard - he came to Stede's room likely just expecting to offer comfort and lighten the man's spirits after a traumatic event - he absolutely consented to what ended up happening. I love that they gave us that tiny, nearly-imperceptible-but-definitely-there moment when Stede waits to see how Ed will react, and Ed looks into Stede's eyes and nods.

2) Ed seemed 1000% happy and satisfied the morning after. There's no sense of regret in their conversation in bed. But, in typical Ed fashion, he goes "all in" wayyy too quickly, seemingly incapable of stopping himself. We saw it back in S1 with the "I'm folding socks and that's okay" conversation. One taste of life with Stede and he's ready to chuck his entire identity overboard... AGAIN.

3) After the emotional rollercoaster of the previous 24 hours, my man is a total mess. If you think that we, the fandom, are experiencing some seriously painful whiplash, just think of how it must feel for Ed - he had to watch the love of his life being tortured, then watch him make an enormous mistake (killing Ned), immediately followed by finally experiencing the loving intimacy and desire he's craved all his life. So he decides in the morning to leave everything behind, his whole persona, and make a clean break because that's the only thing he knows how to do. But he has no regrets about doing so, telling Izzy it feels "fantastic".

4) At first, Ed doesn't seem to mind that Stede is enjoying the spotlight, even giving him pointers of how to deal with fame. At this point he's still hoping that Stede will be able to have his moment and walk away, not realizing quite how much Stede has wanted to be "known" (remember "you've heard of me"?) and respected his whole life.

5) As all of this unfolds, he has a series of incredibly harsh realizations - and he knows how this will end. Piracy only ends one way: violence and death. If they stay together, it is very likely that he would have to watch Stede die a horrible death. He can't deal with that idea at ALL. It's the same reaction he had in S1 when Stede is about to die by firing squad. Ed would give anything to save Stede's life, but he comes to understand that Stede is on a self-imposed trajectory that ends in death (much as Ed himself was in the beginning of S2 - these boys are SO much alike, which is why it's so painful that they never quite seem to get on the same page). He doesn't try to talk Stede out of this trajectory because he already tried that tactic the night before - telling Stede not to kill Ned - and Stede ignored him and did it anyway, which really had to sting.

6) He's feeling a lot of the same things that Stede felt at the end of S1 - that he's ruined the man he loves, that he's been nothing but a bad influence, and the only way to set things right is to remove himself from the situation entirely. So Ed does the only thing he knows how to do - make a clean break, reducing the damage as much as possible by saying something that makes it feel final: "I think last night was a mistake." But he's lying. We all know he's lying. I think even Stede knows it, since he calls Ed out for panicking - which is absolutely the truth, but that doesn't stop everything that's been set in motion.

Bonus: It's interesting to me that you end up with a similar situation as in the end of Good Omens 2 - you have these two people who obviously love each other more than anything, and desperately want to be together, but in the end, they each end up feeling betrayed - feeling that their partner is choosing a different life over them.

Bonus 2: The episode's title is Man on Fire - on the surface it's a reference to the dude who gets literally set on fire, but thematically the Man on Fire here is undeniably Stede. He's "on fire", having finally made it big as a pirate. But Ed craves the cool relief of the water. He's drawn to the life of a fisherman, and he imagines Stede as a merman. But water will kill you just as quickly as fire, if you thrown yourself into the deep end. Both of them are drawn to extremes, when what they really need is to meet each other in the middle (Izzy even says that they balance each other out - the most astute and accurate way to sum up their whole deal).

This went on wayyyyy too long and I’m sorry. I can’t think about anything else today. 😂

[wowowwild]

I asked for 20 but I also want to ask about 21! I love fic recs.

21. Did you ever read fanfictions? Which one is your personal recommendation?

Sorry it took so long! It took me a while to get everything in order, but here it is.

So fun fact: Whenever I read a fic I love I book mark it with the note j'adore so I can read it again later. Some of them get this note preemptively. I also tend to go through a tag on ao3 in date posted ascending order so I start with the oldest and work my way forward so I don't potentially miss anything, but I haven't made it all the way through some tags that I would like to. If there's a fic you think I would like that's not on here, I probably just haven't gotten to it yet! (Most of the newer ones on here I found through Tumblr.)

Also! I'm pretty sure any of the ones that involve smut I have marked as such, but please check the tags on the actual fic before reading! I am not responsible for what content you choose to consume!

That being said, here is Ace's All Time Best Fic Rec List (AATBFRL for short):

Nobody Can Just Say What They Mean (Series)- The first fic is Narumitsu and the second is Klapollo and I think about them allllll the time, especially Things Are As They Are altered me on a microscopic level. Rocks are just rocks, you know? (Narumitsu, Klapollo)

undeniable you (the currents pulling me onward)- Idk what to say. Kristoph Gavin dies in prison and Klavier is suspect #1. Apollo flies back to defend him and yaoi happens. I'm a sucker for Klav getting all scrungled up.

fame vs infamy (the price of writing fanfic out of spite)- It's a crack fic. It's funny. 10/10 would recommend. (Klapollo)

The Definition Of Home- And there was only one bed?!?!?!?!?! What?!?!?!?! And there was a little angst in the bed?!?!?!?!?! Unbelievable. Actually the angst was on the couch, the bed made it better. (Klapollo)

13 Hours- This fic keeps popping up in my fever dreams. I'm not even kidding. I didn't have it bookmarked the first time around but when I found it again, I was like 'oh, I know this one! It haunts my dreams!' and immediately slapped a j'adore on it. Airport Klapollo getting together.

Dig Enough Graves- This one is still being put out, it's a Klapollo roleswap and I love it. I get so excited when I see it's updated. So many things are happening and we have clues and I'm gonna figure it out, ok? *boston accent* I'm sleuthin 'ere! (rated M for violence and sex reasons)

stop the presses (series)- V funny. Apollo works as a columnist and writes thirst essays about KlavGav and gets a date out of it. I am very impressed with the coding used to make this look the way it does.

And if my wishes could all come true- I have reread this one a couple times. I think about it a lot. It is genuinely so funny and makes me feel all sorts of things. I love pre-relationship klapollo divorce complete with alimony while they were not not dating but actually not dating, Apollo you can't just assume that.

Nothing Like This Feeling- Apollo top suregery fic with a dash of Klapollo!

Turnabout Dishwasher- For when you get the hankering for a 422.6k work of art. It's like three fics in one that happen concurrently, which doesn't sound like a description that makes sense unless you read it. There are so many characters here, and shipping is part of it but it's also a whole lot of everything else. These characters are actually living and you get to take a look see. (klapollo, blackmadhi, wrightworth, look just read the tags on the fic there's so much going on)

Such Terrible Tales- A gorgeous magic filled AU with a focus on the casts of aa5 and aa6 and fun cameos from Investigations (so far). This fic is still on going and I would def recommend reading it as it comes out! I love trying to figure out the lore and what will happen next! This fic kind of pulls me off my hinges lol. (blackmadhi)

You Wear Stripes, Too?- Apollo and Klav come out to each other as trans and nb respectively.

Things Best Shared- Klav teaches Apollo guitar.

For A Bad Time Call Simon Blackquill- Iconic blackmadhi fic. I think about it all the time. V funny fake dating au with bits of angst.

Last Resort- And they were roommates! Blackmadhi roommates with lots of healing and shenanigans.

Dating for a Turnabout- Narumitsu fake dating for a case. Larry is there doing Larry things. Franziska did it to them bc she is very smart and cool.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted- I think about this sooooooo much. Tagline: One condo. Six lawyers. Seven secret plans. What could possibly go wrong? (klapollo, narumitsu, athena blackquill and trucy are there)

Alternative Dispute Resolution- Apollo makes Klavier talk to Mr. Wright before they can start dating. It's awkward (and funny) and Trucy is a delight.

Turn(about) my words- The fic where I realized I instinctively start laughing when someone gets shot. He's fine. uhhh narumitsu, phoenix got shot of course bc why wouldn't he and found family stuff.

You're Alive (And that's the only thing that truly matters.)- Klavier gets poisoned and Edgeworth tells the nurses Apollo is his partner so he can get in to see him. Turns out I don't laugh at poisonings, only shootings.

Dog Days- Apollo and Trucy go to another Gavinners concert and Polly misinterprets everything all the time.

Reckless Endangerment- One of the funniest klapollo get togethers. Pollo insults him real good while he's standing behind him, klav thinks about going abroad to study, phoenix has prosecutor going abroad ptsd, apollo might actually be into the gavinners, or at least the titular member.

Good Advice- Klavier Gavin makes categorically bad decisions in the face of love. (klapollo)

Hot For Justice- klavgav gets a muse, guess who?

Rules for Dating a Rockstar Prosecutor- klapollo first date that literally everyone is more invested in than Apollo (until he actually goes).

The Things We Do For Gym Access- Fake dating so Apollo can use the gym at Klav's place until the one he normally goes to gets fixed. Except they're actually really into each other and it's killing me everyday it's killing me I'm dead I'm dying they're so dense and in love and can't figure out why they haven't been caught and it's bc they actually feel like that and on top of pretend dating are pretending to date each other to themselves just kiss istg. Rated Explicit for sexual reasons.

The Walk to Tomorrow- Narumitsu doing Narumitsu things.

Legal Partners- Oooooooo this one! I also think about this one a lot. Narumitsu and klapollo and everyone is idiots they're all idiots. Klav and Edgeworth make a stupid, stupid bet about who has the more meaningful connection with their preferred defense attorney. I love this type of fic.

Turnabout Rubesville- Edgeworth gets accused of murder in a small town bc he's a grump. Phoenix sorts it out.

You Ever Been In Love?- Everyone gets way too involved in making Wrightworth happen, and it goes horribly until it goes right.

Gravity- Rated Explicit for sex reasons. Tbh I really like the oc. She's real cool. def read the tags for trigger warnings. (klapollo)

The soul truth (and nothing but the truth)- Franmaya! There's some spirit medium shenanigans and Lang is a bro.

Exorcism- Klapollo AU aa4 rewrite Kitty is a doll I love her these boys are unhinged look they have a conspiracy closet ok? Rated E for sex reasons.

Play Your Cards Right- Narumitsu agree to go on a date and shake hands about it. Rated E for sex reasons.

Hostile Environments (Series)- Justquill Shenanigans

satisfaction brought him back- Justquill Simon gets turned into a cat. I love fics where someone gets turned into a cat. There aren't a lot but it is a trope I enjoy. I've def read this one a couple times.

Stripped- Klapollo impending. Apollo is also secretly a stripper. Idk if this fic will ever get finished but I liked everything in it.

Curiosity Created the Cat- Klapollo impending. Also not finished and maybe never will be and only 3 chapters but in this one Klav gets turned into a cat. I'm sorry.

if it's really me you seek- Klapollo. I'm just going to post the official summary bc I j'ador'ed it but I don't remember exactly which one this is: Or, when Apollo comes home from Khura'in only to learn that Prosecutor Gavin is avoiding him, the last thing he expected was for Gavin to offer to let Apollo stay at his house while he looks for a new apartment.

As of right now this is everything in my bookmarks that I've read, I think you can figure out my favorite ship lol.

[unseededtoast]

Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 31/37 | Part Thirty, Part Thirty Two

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

It hits me like a brick wall as I realize this could be my last night spent with him.

I wake up to bright fluorescent lights in my eyes. I squint and move my head side to side, I don't know where I am. Restraints hold me to a table when I try to sit up. The last thing I remember is being on the ship fleeing from Sokovia. I hear a door open and someone walks in. The table starts moving and puts me in an upright position. Fury is standing in front of me, arms crossed. I know I didn't leave him on good terms. He scowls at me,

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Averina." He breaks the silence. I swallow, my throat hurting from being dry.

"I can explain everything." I say, voice raspy.

"There will be time to explain, they're putting you on trial." He says.

"Who is?" I ask. I knew when I made the decision to help Wanda and Pietro escape that this was a possibility.

"Shield is. You'll be detained until the council comes together. You could be facing the rest of your life in the Raft."

"The Raft?" I ask, never hearing of it before.

"Max security prison out by Riker's." He says.  He takes a few steps closer to me.

"All I have to say is that you better have a damn good explanation." I look into his eye before he turns and walks away.

I close my eyes as he walks out. When I explain what happened who knows if they'll buy it, they might still choose to lock me up. I know in my heart I did the right thing, at least I'll be going to prison with no regrets.

Someone else walks in and I open my eyes. Steve stands in front of me, scowl on his face.

"I don't even know what to say to you. I mean what happened?" He asks, obviously not happy with me.

"Bruce called and said Tony had done something with the gem and that there were rogue robots coming after us. I had to protect them all." I give him the abbreviated version of the whole story.

"And what was that with Bucky on the ship from Sokovia? I saw him kiss you." Is this really what he's concerned about right now?

"Steve, with all due respect I think there are bigger issues to focus on than my relationship with Bucky." This should be the least of our concerns right now and I'm baffled that it's even being brought up.

"I'll be on that council, just so you know." He says and turns to walk out.

"I figured out how to undo the programming, by the way. It's almost complete." He stops for a moment before walking out of the room completely. I hope he comes to his senses and votes logically during the hearing.

Almost immediately after Steve leaves, Bucky comes in. Finally someone I'm happy to see. I smile at him, and he smiles back but I can tell his mind is preoccupied.

"What happened?" I ask, trusting him to tell me everything.

"Well, we made it to the ship. Your arm got totally dislocated when I pulled you up and so they sent you here. They had to screw your arm back into the socket." He says and I nod.

"Well hey at least you're not the only one with a metal arm now." I try to lighten the mood a bit. He smiles and shakes his head,

"Only you could crack a joke when everything is going to hell." He says tenderly.

"Things going to hell is nothing new to me." I say and he sighs,

"Adalyn, I'm going to be honest with you. It's not looking good. They're putting you on trial and Tony is campaigning to put you away for life. There was talk about putting me on trial too but Steve struck a deal with Tony if they benched that." He looks into my eyes and things really start to set in.

"I mean I did commit crimes, Buck. I can't just expect to get off scot-free. If they do put me away, Wanda will undo everything. She has what she needs. I had the book and flash drive in my suit, you'll need to find that and destroy them." I say, giving him instructions in case I never see the light of day again.

"If anyone should be on trial it's Tony. He's the one who caused Sokovia's destruction." Bucky says with anger in his voice.

"Tony has money and connections, he'll never face any time." I say. Though it sucks, it's true.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm here to get you. You're instructed to stay in the room until the trial." He says and undoes my restraints. He helps me onto the ground and out the door. I feel the pain in my shoulder. My arm is in a sling, which helps alleviate some of the pressure.

We walk quickly to the room to avoid the glances and glares from the others in the building. I can tell most of the people here are likely rooting for me to be put away. Hopefully if I can get my side of the story out they'll understand.

Once we get to the room I sit on the bed and Bucky locks the door. He runs a hand through his hair and sits next to me. I don't know what there is to say. I lean against him, and he puts an arm around me, being cautious to avoid my injured shoulder. If I am put away for life I'll probably never see Bucky again. I soak in the feeling of having him near.

"I don't want to go to prison." I say, the full effect of what might happen hitting me hard. I know I'll be in there with a clear conscience but I don't want to be away from Bucky. I don't think I could live without having him, I can't be without him again. He means too much. After all we've been through it can't end like this.

"We could run away. Disappear, like we never existed." He says. It sounds like a good idea, but I know it could never last long term. I look up into his eyes,

"You know that isn't sustainable." I say. He brushes my cheekbones with his thumb.

"We can make it work. Adalyn I can't live without you." He says and I see his nose turn red, he's holding back tears. With my good arm I pull him in for a hug.

"When is the trial?" I ask.

"First thing tomorrow." He says next to my ear. I know we're working with a limited timeframe. There's one last thing to do before I might get sent away.

"Go get Wanda and see if you can find the book and flash drive. We'll undo it here and be done with it finally. If I am sent away, at least I know you'll be okay and the Soldier is dead." I say and he backs away from the hug.

"Are you sure?" He asks, I nod.

"As long as you're ready." I say and he stands from the bed. He gives me a wordless nod and leaves the room. I stand from the bed and start nervously pacing. This isn't quite how I imagined this would go, but at least it's getting done after all this time.

After a few minutes the door opens again and both Bucky and Wanda walk in. Wanda smiles at me and the air in the room feels heavy and somber. I take a deep breath. I walk up to Bucky and look into his eyes, seeing the fear in them.

"Whenever you're ready we'll do this. It'll be okay, I'll be with you the entire time." I grab his hand and he squeezes it. He leans down and gives me a kiss, I feel the emotion and passion in it. I kiss him back with equal enthusiasm.

He breaks away from the kiss and brushes some hair behind my ear. He bites his bottom lip as he looks over my face. He gives me another quick kiss and then nods his head.

"Let's do this." Wanda hands me the book and flash drive. I place them on the bedside table and go to Bucky.

He sits on the bed and I kneel in front of him. I take both of his hands and hold them tightly. I can see that he's scared, I would be too if I were in his position but I know this will work. Wanda walks behind him quietly and takes a few breaths while she closes her eyes.

"Are we ready?" She asks, accent thick. Tears well in my eyes, along with Bucky's. He grips my hands, and I feel a tear trickle down my cheek.

"I'm ready." He says and keeps his eyes trained on me. I see Wanda behind him start to conjure her magic.

I don't give Bucky any indication of what's happening, I don't want to worry him. I smile and try to put him at ease the best I can. His baby blue eyes close as Wanda's magic touches his temples. His grip on my hands tighten, his metal hand almost crushing mine but I ignore the pain. His needs are more important right now.

I anxiously watch as Wanda works her magic on Bucky. Silently I say a prayer, hoping this goes smoothly. I know once this is done I'll have to say the words to make sure the Soldier is truly dead. I watch as Bucky's face contorts and relaxes, his eyebrows twitching every few seconds. I bite my lip, the waiting is unbearable.

Suddenly, his face is still. Wanda's magic starts retracting itself from his mind. I watch with wide eyes. This is the moment we've been waiting for. Wanda opens her eyes and has an unreadable expression on her face. The silence in the room is deafening. Bucky's grip on my hands goes lax and I watch eagerly, waiting for him to open his eyes.

His blue eyes shoot open and stare straight forward before landing on my face. I can't tell what's happening.

"Bucky?" I ask, more tears threatening to stream down my cheeks. What if something went wrong? He blinks a few times and stays silent, still looking at me.

I worry that it didn't work and he's having an adverse reaction. The simulation showed it would work, and it never failed me for the many years I used it. Tears spill onto my cheeks as my mind starts spiraling.

In the blink of an eye he stands and grabs me by the waist. For a split second I worry that he's the Soldier and that I might be getting killed. However, he spins us around and I see the look on his face, bliss. He sets me on the ground with the widest smile I've ever seen, the brightest twinkle in his ocean blue eyes.

"Adalyn." He says breathlessly. I smile as he leans down to kiss me, the taste of my tears intertwining with our lips. I break away and know there's one last step before we can truly celebrate. I lightly push him back onto the bed and he looks at me with confusion. I wipe my eyes and sigh,

"There's one last thing. I have to say the words to make sure it really works." I say and his face falls flat.

"Let's just get it over with." He says and I nod. I nervously crack the knuckles on my hand and stand in front of him.

"If for some reason it didn't work, I know how to control you. You won't hurt anyone, I promise." I say. He nods and sets his jaw tightly, staring straight. Wanda takes a few steps back. In my native tongue, I start the sequence I'm all too familiar with.

"Longing." I say, his face remains stoic.

"Rusted." My accent becomes more prominent. It's been a while since I've spoken in Russian, especially these cursed words.

"Furnace." His face remains still.

"Daybreak." I say, increasing the speed that I deliver the words. I'm feeling hopeful. Usually at this point he starts reacting to the programming.

"Seventeen." Still nothing.

"Benign." I see his jaw twitch. I pause, waiting to see if anything is going to happen. He doesn't seem to be struggling with anything at all.

"Nine." He licks his lips, still staring straight ahead.

"Homecoming." He turns his focus from the wall to me. I see life in his eyes.

"One." I say, feeling a smile threaten to show itself on my face. I don't want to get too hopeful just yet. There's one more word.

"Freight car." I say. I hold my breath and watch, our eyes locked on one another.

Breaking the tense atmosphere, Bucky stands and once again pulls me in for a hug. His body shakes and I feel wetness soak through my shirt. It worked. It really worked. We pull away from the hug and we're both crying. Tears stream down our faces as we kiss one another.

"You're free. You're finally free." I say, a sob coming over my body. My hands shake with excitement as I hold his face endearingly. I see Wanda back out of the room quietly. Bucky holds my face in his hands, his eyes red and streaming tears.

"I love you so much, Adalyn. You're my saving grace." He says and kisses me. My tummy flips as I hear his words. I kiss him back.

"I love you too, Buck." I say and he rejoins our lips. He's careful of my shoulder, and is gentle as he lays me down on the bed. He hovers over me, lips still attached.

His lips travel from mine, to my jaw, down to my neck and sends shivers down my body. He licks the sensitive skin on my neck and travels to my collarbones. His hands are firm on my waist, my body ignites with heat. I lean my head back against the bed and savor the feeling.

I feel his lips lightly suck on the thin skin covering my collar bones and a soft moan leaves my lips. His fingers travel from my waist and lift the hem of my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air. His lips leave my skin as he hovers over me,

"Are you sure you want to?" He asks, lips plump and red. I nod my head, knowing I've never been more sure of anything.

"Yes, please." I say, wanting to feel his lips on me again. Without another word he trails kisses from my jaw, down to my neck, past my collar bones until he reaches my chest.

He places soft, tender kisses on me as his metal hand slides under my shirt and teases one of my nipples. A shiver comes over my body as my back arches into his touch. The coolness of the metal sends a feeling of pure bliss through me. My breathing picks up as he continues to tease me, his lips leaving wet marks over my chest and torso.

He slides my shirt up and over my head seamlessly. I watch as he admires my body, his usual bright blue eyes a shade darker, his pupils dilated. I lick my lips and wish he would return the favor for me. With my good hand I tug at the bottom of his shirt and he smirks,

"You want this off?" He asks and I nod my head. He stands straight and pulls it off, his perfectly toned torso on full display. I see the scars around his arm, nothing I haven't seen before. I've seen Bucky shirtless a number of times, but never in this context.

He tosses the shirt onto the floor and hovers over me again, our bare torsos touching each other. I arch into the contact and use my good hand to pull him down to me. I kiss him sloppily, feeling my body pulse with need and lust for him.

I wrap my legs around his waist and move so that I'm on top of him. His hands hold my waist and I lean down to kiss his jaw. His stubble tickles my face as I litter his jawline with soft, wet kisses. I feel his fingertips dig into my skin with each kiss. I grind my hips into his and moan as I feel him underneath me.

I kiss down his neck and flick my tongue on the spot he reacts to the most. He pushes my body down onto his, and I close my eyes in pleasure. I wiggle myself down to rest on his thighs and place a line of kisses down his torso. He tangles a hand in my hair and I look up at him as I lick from the top of his pants to the middle of his abs. He throws his head back onto the bed and his chest rises and falls quickly as he pants in pleasure.

I grind my hips on his thigh as I put my fingers in the waistband of his pants. He bucks his hips up and lets me pull his pants down. He's fully exposed and I waste no time. I lean down and put my mouth on the tip, my hand on the base. I start moving my hand up and down with my mouth, tasting his saltiness on my tongue. I hear a soft moan come from him and I smirk, happy that I'm pleasing him.

His hand tangled in my hair tugs lightly as he moves my head up and down. I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, and flick my tongue on the sensitive spot right underneath the tip. I feel his legs tense up and he moans again, tugging on my hair.

"Come here." He says through his heavy breathing and I move so that my face is above his. He moves his hands to my waist and flips us over so he's above me. He places sloppy kisses on my body, working his way down. He puts two fingers in my waistband on either side and slides my pants down. I feel the cool air hit the heat of my body.

His hands grip my hips and he kisses down from my belly button. I close my eyes and lean my head back as I feel his tongue on me. I push my hips into him, needing him closer. His tongue flicks up and down over my most sensitive part and I can't help but to let out a moan.

I feel two of his metal fingers slide inside me, causing me to gasp. One of my hands tangles in his long hair, keeping his face in place. His fingers pump inside of me, and I feel myself become more and more aroused. He continues this for a few more moments before he takes a break and comes back to me, his face above mine. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

I reach down and grab him in my hands, pumping my hand back and forth. His eyes flutter, his lips wet from me. I guide him to where he needs to be and rub his tip on my clit before he slides inside of me.

We both moan, the feeling is indescribable. I feel myself grip him as he starts moving his hips back and forth. I bring my lips to his neck and flick my tongue back and forth, causing him to moan once more. I feel for his metal hand and guide it to my neck.

I show him how I want to be choked, and he applies pressure to the sides of my throat. He uses his other hand to hold the headboard. I feel the pleasure all over and moan out loudly. His hips grind into mine, hitting my sweet spot just right. I wrap my legs around his waist and look into his eyes, my mouth open and panting.

I see his eyebrows scrunch together as if he's focusing. I take my hand and move it to my chest, teasing myself. I moan again as I look into his eyes, his pupils grow wider. His lips fall open as he pushes himself into me over and over again.

As his hips keep hitting just the right spot over and over I feel my legs tense.

"Just like that, right there." I moan out, feeling that I'm close. He continues his fluid movements, pushing into me and hitting all of the right areas. I throw my head back onto the bed as my legs tighten around him and I clench around him over and over.

I feel his movements become less and less rhythmic until he pushes himself deep into me. He moves his metal hand from my neck as both of his hands grip my hips. I feel him twitch inside of me and I can't be bothered to care. It all feels too good to think straight.

We both breathe hard as he finishes inside of me, and I moan again as he slides out of me. He rests his head in the curve of my neck and I remove my legs from around his waist. I move over on the bed so he can lay next to me, and he does.

We lay silently next to one another. He kisses my forehead and pulls me close, so that my head is resting on his arm. I look into his eyes, happier than I've ever been before. I cup his face in my hand and run my thumb over the stubble on his jaw.

"I love you, so much." I say quietly. He leans in and kisses me, the two of us soaking in the moment.

It hits me like a brick wall as I realize this could be my last night spent with him.

[welcomingdisaster]

2, 3, 7?

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom i did 2 over here! but now since i've done two characters who i think don't bottom often, i'll do two characters that i don't think top often. again this is with the disclaimer that i tend to prefer switchy dynamics for all my ships. sooo. turgon is such a control freak in life that i think he might enjoy just laying back and getting taken care of in the bedroom (god knows he won't let this happen anywhere else). i think he'd feel a "duty" to perform at first, but if you put him with a partner that likes to make all the decisions he'd be so very relieved to fall into that dynamic in the bedroom. also for whatever reason i think finrod and amarie are this:

don't ask me why it's just vibes

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

okay big disclaimer on this that everyone has different takes and what makes me very annoyed has a right to exist in fandom. no hate intended towards the takes and people i mention, should they somehow see this. that said i AM choosing violence tonight

i see a lot of takes i dislike but only one. has made me so mad that i immediately left my house and walked five miles out of sheer frustration. and it was this, as far as i recall, their logic: "sauron killed celebrimbor before celebrimbor gave him the information he was really looking for (location of the three rings). sauron is the master of torture, and this was kind of a pretty big torture fuck-up. thus, sauron was not at his best when torturing celebrimbor, and killed him too rashly out of anger. this is later backed up by the way he treated his body. thus, celebrimbor must have done something particularly heinous to sauron. in fact, it was celebrimbor taking advantage of sauron all along. this means that feanor must have seen maiar serving in aule's forges and decided maiar were some kind of servant class, which led to celebrimbor inheriting those beliefs and being creepybadevil at sauron when they worked together" i don't think i need to dissect this take to explain how much it pissed me off. but i WILL say i am genuinely impressed with this user for managing to victim blame the victim of a crucifixion.

also i would like to say that sauron is such a cringefail loser (affectionate?) that we should be surprised about him fucking up torture. guy got beaten by a big dog & also made the mistake of killing finrod before learning anything important from him

again no hate to the user. people have drastically different takes & headcanons and favorites but god. that one got me. it really did get me.

honorable mentions go to:

that one theory i saw that someone managed to blame almost exclusively women (indis, nerdanel, and yavanna) for the conflict of the silmarils

the person who said child!fingolfin should have been a better brother if he wanted feanor to like him. this one loses "bad take" points for being the funniest fucking thing i've ever read

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

hmmm i actually think i've mostly gone the other way around? i think i mostly tend to like characters more than i did coming into fandom. that being said i weirdly don't like erestor. something about him idk

i also used to like sauron a lot more than i do now. now i'm very sauron-cautious. some of the coolest fanart and fanfic in fandom involves him and i don't wanna dismiss that, i definitely enjoy reading about him, but for some reason he's the character the MOST likely to make me click out of a fic if he feels "off" to me

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Choose violence game.

You know what. I'm very curious about your opinion about ALL OF THE NUMBERS

Wow, you chose violence, my friend. And I appreciate it!

These answers are mostly exclusively for Marvel/X-Men fandom. Be warned, I blab on forever. I cut out questions I already answered.

the character everyone gets wrong

I would love it if writers and fans stopped treating Sebastian Shaw as a sexist strawman.  I think the most ridiculous recent example was Shaw arguing against Curse’s resurrection in X-Men Green, and Kitty accusing him of having problems with powerful women he can’t control, and name-dropping Jean “Fire and life incarnate” like that’s supposed to intimidate Sebastian.  Give me a break, are we really girlbossing Curse?  I think Sebastian opposes Curse’s resurrection because she went a killing spree that makes her a liability to Krakoa.

It's also…..interesting to me that Sebastian is treated like the epitome of rich white male privilege.  I mean, I get it, he is rich and white and male, and he acts like he spends all his free time swimming in the money bin, but he also grew up in poverty.  There are plenty of rich characters born into wealth who don’t get this treatment.

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

All my faves do both.

3.screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I’m assuming this means just fandom related, not real world issues.  But if I can veer away from X-Men fandom for a second, I really, really hate the way English-speaking manga fans have picked up the word fujoshi and turned it into “those awful women who fetishize MLM”  The original meaning of fujoshi, or “rotten women,” was misogynistic and homophobic male manga fans insulting any woman who was a big fan of anime/manga, and especially women who shipped M/M.  Japanese female fans embraced and reclaimed the term as a kind of badge of honor.  And now English-speaking, mostly Western fans on Tumblr have snatched up the term, which they don’t fully understand, as a way to differentiate themselves, the “good” M/M fans, from those awful fujoshi, the “bad” M/M fans.  I honestly think it’s racist to use the word that way.  You don’t get to enjoy Japanese BL/yaoi manga (or ship characters from manga) and also steal a word from Japanese fandom and use it incorrectly to bash on other fans.  If you want to talk about female fans fetishizing gay men, that’s a conversation we can have without taking a word out of context from another culture.  Personally, I think the main thing that really matters is how people treat actual, real life LGBTQ people.

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Aside from those friendly pornbots, the main people I block are random strangers that I see having shitty opinions on threads reblogged by people I follow (the people I follow are generally reblogging a refutation of the shitty opinion).  So anyone posting, say, anti-trans stuff gets a block immediately. 

I’ve never blocked a mutual or someone that I previously followed, it would take a lot to get me to do that.  There was one blog that I had bookmarked and frequently read back before I had a tumblr account, because they mostly posted about a character I like.  Their posting got gradually more and more red-pilled – they started posting Jordan Peterson videos, then it was pro-Trump stuff.  I don’t know what the hell happened, they had seemed like an intelligent and empathetic person.  I never officially followed them on tumblr, but last time I checked their blog, they were whining about SJW.  Blocked.

5. worst discord server and why

I’m barely on Discord, aside from talking to a couple of IRL friends.  I prefer this Discord. 

And this one.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

I think it all comes down to the individual fans.  Any ship can be annoying if it gets large enough that it sort of dominates fandom, but I still don’t mind if the fans are well-behaved.  Ship wars in general annoy me – ship and let ship, as far as I’m concerned.  I probably get more annoyed with people who make a big deal about hating a particular ship.  I don’t mean just disliking it, or making a few posts venting about the ship or fans being annoying, I totally understand that. I mean constantly posting about how much they hate the ship, like it’s their own personal crusade.

9. worst part of canon

That Pyro and Avalanche have not kissed yet.

10. worst part of fanon

That not enough people have written about or drawn Pyro and Avalanche kissing.

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

None.  I don’t really bother.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Morph from TAS.  Look, here’s this upbeat and cheerful mutant (who is also kind of annoying, admittedly), who is “killed” while trying to protect their friend, and then goes through absolute hell being manipulated and tortured and turned against their own team and having to confront their own dark side because they did terrible things, that’s an interesting character right there.  And Exiles Morph shows that TAS Morph has a ton of untapped potential in their powers.  Not to mention, we know so little about the character and their background, you can project whatever fanon you want onto them.  (Slaps roof) This bad boy can fit so many headcanons into them!

While I’m at it, I’ll also give a shout-out to Spyke from Evolution, a cute and likable kid with very cool powers, who also goes through an interesting arc with his powers visibly mutating his body, and he goes underground to live with the Morlocks and becomes their protector (which is nice, given that the X-Men mostly ignore the Morlocks).  And unlike Morph, Spyke was actually a main cast member on the show.  No offense to X-23, but how is it she got imported into the comics as a major character, despite only appearing in two episodes, and Spyke never really did?  (I know the answer – it’s because she’s a Wolverine.)

13. worst blorboficiation

Leah Williams completely re-writing Blob’s personality.  Don’t get me wrong, I like a more thoughtful, sensitive Blob, I like chill bartender Blob living his best life on Krakoa, I don’t like a personality change that barely resembles the old character.  I like Blob’s big and loud personality, even when he was often an obnoxious jerk, and I think there are ways to write him more sympathetically without completely losing that.

To be honest a lot of Leah Williams writing is just…..a little too Tumblr for me?  (Outside of other issues)  Like I totally love and appreciate the jokes and memes people make on here, but I can’t stand Jubilee using the phrase “juicy dumper” to describe having a nice ass.  Not because Jubilee can’t talk about sex or her body, or be vulgar, she’s a grown adult mother.  Just that “juicy dumper” sounds so fucking stupid, even for Jubilee, who is a slang queen.  It’s speech that works online, but people shouldn’t actually say it.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

If we’re talking about things that annoy me, the obvious influence of TV or movie versions of characters when people are supposedly writing the comics version.  Or people tagging all possible adaptations, even though those have wildly different versions of the characters.  I don’t mind people being creative and adapting various versions of the characters, I do mind people claiming they’re writing the comics character, and it’s obviously the movie/cartoon version.  Or going into a fic not knowing at all which versions of the character I’m going to get.  That’s probably my most petty, gate-keeping fandom opinion.

15, that one thing you see in fanart all the time

I really don’t have a problem with most fanart. I do get tired of Madelyne Pryor fanart being all evil-sexy-boobs-out Goblin Queen, but in fairness, that’s how the comics have been depicting her for years.  And unless you tag it as Maddy, or put her in her flight suit or Anodyne costume, it’s hard to know it’s her otherwise.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

The Wolverine/Jean/Scott “love triangle,” I’m so tired of it, but Wolverine writers will never let the whole Jean thing go.  I think fandom is actually pretty divided on it at this point, but there are plenty of people that still seem to love it, or want some kind of poly thing between them.  (I don’t have an issue with a poly relationship in comics, I just have an issue with Jean/Wolverine.)  I hate it because it feels forced, because Wolverine has had many partners and it seems like writers just want him to be the cool guy who gets all the women, and because they want some of the conflict between Wolverine and Scott to revolve around Jean, even though it’s already an obvious conflict between team leader and Guy Who Hates Authority.  I have never read any kind of attraction on Jean’s part that has convinced me, it just feels like Wolverine either pining for or chasing after a woman who is not interested, and who is already with someone else.  I’d much rather see Wolverine/Storm, or Wolverine/Storm/Nightcrawler if people want a poly ship.  That’s actually a romance growing naturally out of friendship and mutual respect, not “The cool rebel guy likes The Girl, and therefore he should have her.”

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Pyro and Avalanche kissing, obviously.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Shinobi Shaw.  He’s a hot bad boy with a history of being abused, he’s the son of a prominent villain, he’s bisexual and has an amazing fashion sense (when he’s not in Marauders).  He’s a poor little meow meow.  He has all the qualities that should make Tumblr latch onto him, but for some reason people haven’t.  Maybe because he hasn’t had much to do in the Krakoa era outside of Marauders, and he didn’t really get to do much in Marauders, either.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

I’ve been trying to read some of the original X-Men issues, like the stuff from way back in the 60’s, and wow is it a slog.  I’m honestly mostly bored with the original five, I like Jean and Bobby, but I think the book gets way more interesting when the Giant Size X-Men show up.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Big comics events, editors please stop making writers interrupt their stories every few months for the latest “event.”

But the recent specific thing is Mr. Sinister.  He’s a fun and entertaining character, but he or one of his clones have played SUCH a big role in the Krakoa books, and we just had an entire event about him taking over, and it seems like his story still isn’t over, I’m honestly just tired of him.  I’m glad classic Sinister went into the Pit, but there are still three clones running around to fill the void, and they’re not that interesting either.  I don’t want Sinister to leave the books entirely, I just want him and his variants to GO AWAY for a little while.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Phantazia.  Where are you, Eileen?

Also, why has no one put Pyro and Fabian Cortez together as a musical duo when they both can canonically play instruments.  (Or at last, Fabian says he can…..)

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

I can’t think of any ship I actively dislike that I’ve been convinced to like.  But I have been introduced to ships that I hadn’t thought about before, like Maximus/Namor, or Gambit/Quicksilver, or Unus/Blob.  I was already into Sam/Bucky, but fans have got me liking it even more.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Things aren’t so bad on Tumblr, but on other social media like Reddit, any time a character in super-hero comics is LGBTQ.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a pre-established character coming out, or a completely new character, all the assholes come crawling out of the woodwork to explain why they totally don’t have a problem with gay characters, they just don’t like the way this particular one is written.  Every time.  There is no winning with these fans.  If it’s an established character coming out, then we get “Just make a new character, don’t change an established one!”  Even though comics are full of other types of character retcons.  Even though creators were restricted in depicting gay characters for decades (and to some extent probably still are), and a lot of meant-to-be-queer characters got straightwashed.  Even if it’s a minor recurring character whose sexuality was never previously established.  If it’s a completely new character, then they are an example of comics going “woke” and caring more about agendas than storytelling.  If the character’s sexuality is not a major part of their storyline, then they’re a token, if it is a major part of their storyline, then the character’s whole personality is about being gay.  There is no “right way” to write LGBTQ characters for these fans, because they really just don’t want gay characters in their super-hero comics.

This also applies to just about anytime a character is something other than a straight white dude or a conventionally hot woman.  “I just want good storytelling, not forced diversity!” people say about Kamala Khan, a popular and well-written character who has carried her own book with a great supporting cast for years.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Anything negative about the inclusive nature of A03.  Use the damn tags, or else go construct your morally pure fandom archive somewhere else.

[multiversxwhore]

☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more! ☽☽☽

Pairings: Blade x Black!oc

Genre: Drama, Horror, Sci- Fi

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Disturbing themes, violence, strong language, mentions of blood, and biting.

a/n: this story is now in collaboration with @cardierreh15 go check out her wonder story Sleeping Diamond so get both pov and back grounds. BLACK GIRLS OUT HERE BEING VAMPIRES AND SHIT IN THIS FAN FUC WOLRD LETS GO!

Chapter 6

The sun shined brightly through the hotel windows brightly; Reese turns over in her bed with a groaning, she’s never liked mornings.

“God please no more light.” She dramatically rolled over, and put her face in the soft fluffy pillow. Blade scoffs from his seat in the corner of the room, he had watched Reese toss, and turn all night. More than likely having nightmares from what she saw in that wearhouse back in California. It wasn’t until early this morning she finally fell asleep, her body relaxing, and her mouth had opened a little causing her to snore lightly.

He had taken that time to watch Reese in peace. She really is beautiful, her dark skin blends in with her darker clothes making Reese look more like a wraith. Blade thinks back to night they ran into each other in that nest of vampires. He had already seen her before she noticed him, but the way she mingled with the other familiars he thought she was one of them.

“Stop being so dramatic, it’s about time you woke up, you were sleeping so heavy I thought you were dead.” Blade says, the corners of his lips ever so slightly turned upward, he gets up to cross the room, and closes the curtains. The shadows that now cover the room bring a smile onto Reese’s face, she turns back over to sleep, but Blade rips the curtains open again. The sudden beam of light stinging Reese’s eyes, a stream of curses spill from her lips.

“Eric please.” Reese groans, her body curls into itself, and immediately she snatched the covers over herself.

“You go back to sleep and we will leave your ass here in Florida.” Blade’s voice boomed, and filled the small hotel room. Reese had come to love the sound of his voice, but not when he’s telling her what to do. Her feelings towards Blade are complex for her, it’s not like he’s made any of this easy for Reese. On the other hand, she hasn’t put much effort into getting to know him anymore than what she already knew. Reese doesn’t know what to expect of him, their still total strangers, did she think he would just pour his heart out because she asked politely? Not a chance in hell.

“Darkness, please.” Reese begged again, Blade rolled his eyes; nonetheless, closed the curtains again making the room become dim, and shadowy.

“Reese.” He called impatiently, to which she finally pulled the cover from over her head, and sat up in bed.

“What do you want?” Reese whines, her eyes watching his handsome face, she made note of what he was wearing today: maroon colored short sleeve, black slacks, and black boots. This is probably the most relaxed Reese has seen him dress, though she chooses not to make a comment on it.

“You need to get ready for tonight, you’re going undercover, Abigail and I will be your back up, and Hannibal is on our tech.” Blade says down at the edge of her bed, he leaned forward, his eyes watching her closely.

“Ugh, why do I have to do it.” Reese groans, she knows there’s a job to be done, but she’d rather take a back seat on this mission. Skip the acting, and get right to the blood and gore.

“Aw, but I thought you liked playing dress up with the vampires?” Blade teased her, but he knew what the real problem was.

“Alright, let’s talk about it.” Blade sighed heavily, it would be a while before Abigail, and Hannibal came back. He used this as an opportunity to pick at Reese mind, he knew she held a lot back when there’s an audience.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I'm fine okay, let’s just get this over with because I’m really starting to hate this Florida sun.” Reese rolled out of her side of the bed, she shrugged her shoulders hoping Blade would drop it, but that would be like wishing for a cold day in hell.

“Cut the bullshit Reese, you’ve been on edge ever since we left LA.” Blade walked over to where she stood near the window, her head held down, and her breathing heavy. He didn’t touch her, but maintained a close enough distance between them.

“I want to kill them all. I'm so tired of this shit Eric, why would they do this? How could they be so cruel?” Reese’s voice fell soft towards the end, her hands balled so tightly into fist that Blade thought her tiny hands were going to break.

“They’re demons, there is no logical reason for being evil, they just are. Being wicked is a part of their nature, they know nothing else.” In a way, Blade pitied the damned creatures.

“Aren't there any good ones? I mean… you're good.” She asked, a sliver of hope clinging on to the possibility that there is someone out there like Blade.

“I’m half human, I’ve still got mortal morals to hang on to.” He sighed, then a question popped into her head, and she wasn't sure how he would take it.

“What if you weren’t? Half human I mean…what if you were a full vampire?” She asked quietly, her voice sounding hesitant, as if it were a taboo subject.

“These Vampires are not independent thinkers, they all follow the lead of one ruler.” Blade ignored the question, he didn't even want to entertain the thought. Reese remained still, and silent. The two of them haven’t spoken much to each other the whole way to Florida. The only time either of them exchanged conversations was if they absolutely had to; Reese didn’t want to talk, and Blade was trying to respect that.

“So if we cut the head off, the body will die.” Blade still held on to Reese’s hands, though she’s more relaxed now seemingly deep in thought.

“What did you say Abigail and Hannibal went to do?” She asked, her hands opened, and turned to grab Blade by his wrist. Pulling him towards her, usually he hesitates when she becomes so sensual. After tasting her blood once, it’s become a habit to want to feed off her, and it’s been a while since the first time. She doesn’t know how difficult it’s been for him to contain himself. How does one even ask for something like that when that person’s depressed?

“They went to scout the area, to see how the familiars move about, and who’s who.” Blade wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands crawled up her lower back feeling her perfect coffee brown skin.

“You haven’t fed in a while…I’m sorry.” Reese’s tense shoulders softened, and her fingers lightly played with the tips on his ears. Blade’s breathing heavily, and his eyes locked onto hers.

“It’s not your job to be my personal blood bag.” At the thought of her crimson red blood filling his mouth he growled, making Reese’s heart jump. It’s more to it than just the taste of her blood, it felt like he was consuming a bit of her soul, which is more addicting than he’d like to admit.

“We’re partners now Eric, you take care of me, and I take care of you.” There are times where Reese will drink a man under a table, and then there are times, although rare, her guard is down.

He placed kisses from her collar bone to the base of her neck where he wanted to sink his teeth in. His lips parted, and his breath caressing her beautiful mocha skin. Blade’s eyes trained on the way her veins thumped from the rush of blood continuously racing through her body. Reese’s heart pounded in her chest, she tried to breath, but her attempts to calm down were futile

“Eric please…” Reese begged softly, her head falling back, and back arching in. Not wanting to wait any longer, Blade sunk his teeth into her. It was his heavy breathing, and growling that turned Reese on the most. Butterflies rushed upward in her stomach, a shiver ran up her spine, and her skin prickled with goosebumps. She couldn’t tell when was the last time she felt like this about any man, or woman.

Blade knows he’s not expressive about his feelings, it’s something he’s used to, but since meeting Reese he’s come to realize there would be a lot of things he’d have to change. Him being emotionally closed off was one of them, it’s only been him, and Whistler for so long he’s never had to worry about anyone's feelings. In this life of the undead, feelings are hard to deal with, you never know when a loved one will be taken from you as a plot for revenge. Vampires. Cruel, cold, and callous creatures.

Blade’s tongue slowly licked at the blood that dripped from her healing wounds.

“Eric.”

“Reese.” Blade called back, their foreheads touching, and lips inches apart, Reese could smell her blood on his breath. She closed her eyes, she just wanted to be frozen in time like this forever, but that quickly came to an end when he pushed her away gently.

“The idiots are back, and their bickering.” Blade mumbled, he put space between them, but still held onto her fingers. He didn’t fully let her go until the last second when Abigail turned the knob, his eyes lingered on Reese for a second more.

“Well that’s not my fault you’re a clumsy baboon.” Abigail rolled her eyes as she walked through the threshold, neither one of them noticed anything out of the ordinary. The shower is running, there’s two cups of unfinished coffee, and the curtains were drawn. Blade is sitting in the same spot where they left him that morning.

“Whatever, I’m using that bathroom.” Her tone was flat, and her facial expression matched.

“Isn’t Reese in there?” Hannibal questioned, he sometimes wondered why women are so weird, for some reason it takes four of them to use the bathroom.

“So?” She shrugged her shoulders, when she opened the door she paused; Reese was on the other side standing awkwardly fully clothed with the water running.

“Reese…” Abigail noticed there was a drop of blood on her shirt, if Blade is feeding from Reese, she wasn’t surprised. Anyone with two eyes could see that Blade and Reese are going through something together. Stolen glances, small touches, and now blood sharing. Abigail had to admit she didn’t think things would develop this fast, but if they already had some sort of connection from the past, she guessed it was normal for them to fall back into their natural rhythm.

“It’s not what it looks like?” She shrugged her shoulders, Reese wished that time would rewind itself to 5 minutes ago when Blade was holding her. Specifically to the part where his fangs were plunged deeply into her neck, Reese was drunk on the feeling of his hunger for her.

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like, so are you two like a thing now? I mean, he’s kind of a dick, but hey that’s all you.” Abigail leaned against the sink, and folded her arms, she bit back her laughter. The annoyed facial expression on Reese's face was very satisfactory.

“That’s okay Ree, you can keep your money. Your reaction is rich enough.” Abigail continued to tease her friend, the girls had become quite close over the span of a month.

“He can hear you dumb ass.” Reese rolled her eyes, she puffed out air through her cheeks, and sat down on the toilet. That small bit of bliss from earlier had dissipated, the nightmares she’s been having has only worsened her already grim mood. Every time she closed her eyes to sleep she’d dream about those Black people coming to life, and begging for her help. They’d be bloody, and nearly weak, with chunks of flesh bitten out of them.

Abigail watched Reese for a moment, the shift in her mood evident with her rigid body language. The window for girl talk is now closed, Abigail sighed heavily, and pushed herself off the sink.

“I’ll get you some clothes, and you…actually take a shower.” She turned to leave out the door, a moment later returned with a stack of fresh clothes. Reese stood under the steaming hot water, no matter how hard she scrubbed, Blade’s scent is now permanently in her skin.

“Ugh, let’s get this shit over with.” Reese groaned, when she stepped out the bathroom fully clothed, she took a seat on the edge of her bed.

“Florida seems to be a bit more…secretive with their nightlife. Very low key, I’m talking best friend handshakes, and even going so far as to speak in hoopla when strangers are around.” Hannibal cut right to the chase, though he was speaking in his own sarcastic language, Reesé has pretty much gotten used to it by now. He almost takes nothing seriously, she thinks it’s a security blanket, but since he never brings it up she doesn’t pry.

“Alright so what are they hiding? How do we get close if they’re under the radar? Do we even have a lead?” Blade leaned back in his chair, his arms folded.

“Glad you asked, this man right here, Marcus Flores. He’s got a nice fat mark on his wrists, and neck. He seemed to be doing a whole lot of mingling when we tailed him.” Abigail explained, she handed a picture she took of him to Blade, and then he passed it to Reese. She stared at it for a long while, studying every single detail of the dark hair man, his surroundings, and tattoos.

“He’s got two markings? Why?” She mumbled to herself, it’s unheard of for familiars to be marked twice.

“That’s the million dollar question, but good news, he’s gonna be at a nightclub in Tampa called…The Castle. Not really sure what we’re walking into, so I say be prepared for anything.” Abigail pulled out her crossbow admiring it, it was already loaded from last night, but she likes to break it down and put it back together.

“Lucky for you Reese, Marcus has a thing for pretty little Christian girls. A real pervert, we saw him drooling over a teenager, so you know what that means.” Hannibal wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, a mischievous grin spreading onto his lips.

He pulled out a dainty looking outfit from his duffel bag, Reese threw her head back and groaned, she wanted to throw up. Being girly has never been her style, her mother used to make her try to be more feminine to fit in, but it never worked.

“Please kill me.” She begged looking up at the ceiling, Abigail clapped Reese on the shoulder, a look of pity on her face.

“Enough of the whining, you’re the only one that could go undercover.” Blade stood up from his chair, and headed to the door. He turned to look at the three of them over his shoulder, “I’m going to get rested, don’t bother me.” Then he swiftly turned, and closed the door behind him leaving the three in the hotel room.

“I’m not wearing that shit.” Reese rolled her eyes, and plopped down on her bed, she picked up the photo of Marcus. A sickening feeling rolled around the pit of her stomach, this man may not have been an actual vampire, but it made no difference to her. To Reese, familiars are just as responsible, they’re the ones that hunt other humans for them. They will do anything to have a seat at the table with vampires.

“Okay, we’ll if you’re not going to play the part, what’s your plan?” Hannibal asked sitting at the foot of the bed, Abigail had turned her attention to her phone, her head phones over her head is an indicator she doesn’t want to be bothered.

“I’m going to find him, and beat the shit out of him, until he talks.”

Reese threw the photo down, she inhaled deeply, and the second she closed her eyes all she could see were their faces. All the Black people that were snatched off the streets, out of homes, and hospitals to serve the purpose of cattle for vampires. Quickly her eyelids popped open again, her body felt heavy, and her head felt like it was swimming. The soft sheets, and fluffy pillows beckoning her. Reese wanted to, she wanted to relax desperately, but there’s no way in hell that will happen when something like this is weighing so heavily on her conscience.

“I used to be one of them, a Familiar.” Hannibal suddenly spoke up, his head rose to look at Reese, she didn’t say anything, nor did she react. He took that as a sign to continue talking.

“If there’s a place that’s beneath hell, or worse than hell, that’s where I was. I didn’t know where I was going in life, too depressed to pull the trigger, and it was at that weakest moment they found me. Danica Talos…what a piece of shit, I didn’t know just how much I could hate myself till I met her. My point of all this is. I’m not taking up for any of the shit Familiars do, but, some of them were taken in because they were weak minded. If you kill them Reese…does that make you any better than the Vampires?” He watched her for a moment, she still hadn’t said anything, and her eyes never left the view of the windows. So Hannibal decided to leave it at that; though he doesn’t talk to Reese much, he has faith in her as a person, and he hoped that she doesn’t go down the dark path this life could lead you down.

Later that night, Blade, and Reese headed to the nightclub. Hannibal, and Abigail came in a bit later, they took the farthest back corner. Keeping look out just in case things jumped off, they’d have Reese back, Blade, and Reese headed to the bar, both of them sitting opposite directions. There were a few people that eyeballed Blade, but they reconsidered engaging with him once they sized him up. Reese looked more like a misfit being the youngest looking of the pair, she drew the attention of older perverted men, and she would awkwardly turn them down when they offered her a drink or money.

Here I thought you'd need to dress like a 12 year old school girl to do your part, but who could resist that face? Hannibal could be heard through her ear piece as he taunted Reese, she scoffed, and threw her tequila shot back. Just then a tall, muscular, and well dressed man came swaggering his way over to the bar.

Looks like we caught our fish. Hannibal whistled, Abigail caressed the top of her gun with her fingers as it sits nestled in her hip holster. Now seeing him in person, Reese could see why young girls were easy prey for him, but unfortunately for Marcus, Reese isn't some regular girl.

“Slow down kitten, the night’s just getting started. What’s a girl like you doing here alone? Where’s your friends?” Reeese noticed how he didn't touch her, and he kept quite a distance, but his tone was velvety. That would be his real weapon, he wouldn't need to force a woman to do anything, she’d simply obey.

“I’m having a shitty night, my friends dumped me in this shitty city, and ditched for some…some fucking rock star.” Reese complained bitterly, he seemed too smart for her to play the drunk girl role, she noticed how long he waited before he decided to approach her.

“Well, that makes two of us sweetheart, I tell you what. I tell you some stories about me, and you tell some stories about yourself.” Marcus took a seat next to Reese, she noticed how he looked over her shoulder at Blade who sat two seats away, but she knew he could hear everything just fine.

Skip the love talk, it’ll take too long, this is not what we came here for. Abigail chimed in, she spotted more than a few vampires lurking about the club, but none of them seemed to notice anything.

“I’m…not really in the mood for a campfire song.” Reese declined, slumping her shoulders forward some, she signaled for the bartender, and he poured her up another shot to which she knocked back with no problem.

“You’re funny…I like that, and you’re not wasting time on bullshit like the past. What’s your name again?” This time Marcus leaned in real close, his lips grazing Reese earlobe, her hand came up to his chest. The shirt he was wearing didn't feel cheap. Of course they're paying him well. Blade growled quietly, only she could hear him, but that was warning enough.

“Tiana, but my people call me TiTi.” She giggled a little as his hand came up to sweep the hair over her shoulder, and caress her cheek. Reese wanted to throw up, and then kill herself from how disgusted she felt right now.

“Do you like me enough to show me a little fun…you know, cheer me up a little?” Reese’s voice soft, and timid now, surly stroking Marcus’ ego.

Alright now we’re talking. Hannibal cheered, Reese wanted to roll her eyes, but she held onto it.

“Whatever you wanna do baby, I got a few things I can show you in the back…a few toys.” Marcus grinned, his hands still haven't touched her in an inappropriate way.

“I like toys.” Reese purred, she hopped off her seat, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Alright then Tiana, follow me.” Marcus took Reese by the hand pulling her through the sea of bodies, they went through multiple doorways, and made multiple turns before stopping at two giant double doors. Her stomach dropped, and her head spun lightly. An all too familiar sensation washing over her, suddenly her stomach twisted, and ripped violently. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to break through her rib cage.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Reese took a step back not wanting to see what was on the other side of those doors, but before she had a chance to turn away, Marcus roughly pushed her through the doors. Reese landed on her hands, and knees, both of which were burning, and pulsing with pain.

“You're not as slick as you think you are. There’s no way a girl like you just get ditched because girls like you don't have friends to begin with. Don’t know who you are, and personally I don't care, no one will even miss you when you're gone.” Marcus kicked his foot out, but Reese caught it with her hands before he had a chance to make contact with her ribs. She pushed him back with all her strength, and he went skidding back a few feet from impact. She rose to her feet, by that time Blade came crashing through the doors, his sword out, and teeth bared.

“Too slow old man.” Reese rolled her eyes, Blade scoffed, and swiftly put his sword away. He circled around Marcus like prey, the younger man's eyes widened when he finally realized who was standing before him.

“Yes motherfucker the myths are true.” Blade deadpanned, he snatched Marcus up with ease, and slammed him against a while causing some of the concrete to crack. Reese placed a hand on his shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, and hesitantly Blade let up on his grip some.

“I- I thought you were dead.” Marcus muttered, Reeese dragged a chair from one of the empty security desks. She tried not to turn her gaze towards the hundreds of unconscious Black people having life literally drained from them.

“Sit 'em down.” Blade nodded his head, and pushed Marcus down in the chair. From underneath her long black leather jacket she pulled out a long bundle of rope.

“You just got the shit with you? What are you, some kind of freak?” Marcus asked, he obviously didn't get a good look at her when they were at the bar, the lighting was too low for that. Then again it’s not like Florida has a whole bunch of hunters to be worried about.

“Okay shithead, from here on out,I’m asking the questions, and If you don't tell me what I want to hear…then I let my dog off the leash.” She climbed on top of him, getting up in his face, and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What do you know about this bullshit operation that’s going on? Who owns it?”

“Hmm yea, I guess this would make you mad, seeing all your people like this. Is that why you and Black Panther were sent?” Marcus laughed heartily, Blade hung his head, it didn't bother him, but he knew it got next to Reese.

“Oh yea, you’re really fucking funny.” Reese pulled out the dagger hugging her thigh tightly, and stabbed it into Marcus’ large shoulder. He hollered in pain, and tear instantly sprung from his eyes

“Yea bitch you aint laughing now huh? Is it funny now motherfuker? IS IT?”

Damn that sounded like it hurt. Hannibal chuckled from his end, Reese pulled the ear piece out, and grabbed Marcus by the collar.

“Didn't you hear me the first time? I’m having a bad night! So I suggest you get to talking.” Blade leaned against the wall, took a look at his watch and wondered how long this was going to take before he had to step in.

“I don't know shit okay, I swear I don't. I’m an errand boy, I go fetch the bone and bring it back, that's all.” Marcus breathed heavily, Reese looked up at Blade, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Probably lying.” He said in a melodic voice, Marcus groaned, he tried to think of a better lie, but nothing is coming to mind at this moment.

“You're wearing designer, but you don't work an actual job. You do something that's important or they wouldn't be paying you. Plus they sationed you at their…whatever the fuck this is, so obvioulsy they trust you. Please dont play me, I’ve been doing this a long time asshole. Give me a fucking name.” Reese growled, her thumb pressing into his eye socket, he panicked, he was going to call her bluff, but she already stabbed him.

“I can't, I can't say anything, they own me please, they’ll kill me. Please, please.” Marcus whimpered, he pleaded harder, but she continued to press into his eye, he was starting to get spotted vision, and a stinging sensation.

“A name!” Reese shouted, she pressed her other thumb in his other eye, he screamed louder begging her to stop.

“Reese.” Blade called to her, but she wasn't listening, she refused to leave this man alive without getting some kind of answer.

“Fuck! Okay Okay! Her name is Merdith! Merdith, she runs this whole shit! She knows everything, Meredith is the ringleader I swear, I only met her twice, but that's because she usually has all her street rats do all the work for her.” Marcus cried, the whites of his eyes bloody red, and his vision dark, and spotted.

“See! Was that so hard?” Reese inhaled deeply, finally she felt like maybe she was getting close to solving this whale issue, Blade circled around Marcus checking his pockets.

“I don't know where she’s located, I’ve only met up with her in public places.” Marcus huffed, the pain in his shoulder still ripping through him, and blood leaked out of the wound slowly.

“Doesn't matter, we’ll just trace your phone calls.” Right on cue, Abigail, and Hannibal walked in, Blade tossed the phone, “Whistler, you handle the phone, a direct address. Anything less is considered a dead end.” She nodded her head, attached some device to Marcus’ cellphone, and got to work. Hannibal walked over to the security desk where the database computers were, he broke past the first layer of protection with ease, and went right into the sign in logs.

“She was here last night, 9:30am, signed out at 12:15pm.” Hannibal whipped the whole computer, and uploaded the information to a flash drive.

I got an address, looks like our girl likes to live a sedentary lifestyle, and play human. It seems like such a normal house.” Abigail shook her head in disbelief, and disgust, what kind of vampire would move onto a residential street?

“Where we headed?” Reese asked, she kept her eyes on Marcus, and then she took a look around at the people attached to the tubes, and machines. Her heart felt like somebody was squeezing it with their hands.

“7407 Henderson.” They all turned to leave the room, just as Reese was about to press the definition bottom to the explosives she had set up, Marcus cried out to them.

“You can't just leave me like this! I told you what you wanted to know! I told you everything!” He shouted, Blade breathed heavily, “If only he kept his mouth shut.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Brachial artery…that's where that dagger is planted, and is currently keeping you from bleeding out slowly. Blowing you up is a quicker death, which is shocking…I didn’t know I could be so merciful.” Marcus continued to scream for help, but no one would be coming, Abigail hacked the club's sound system, and turned the music up louder.

When they got in the car, and started to drive away is when Reese finally pushed the definition button. She didn't think twice about it, now her sites are set on her new target.

[jbarneswilson]

3 for the choose violence asks??

hi nonnie! thank you for this chance to do additional violence.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

one that immediately comes to mind was one i saw at the end of tfatws episode 5. someone (yes they WERE one of those shippers) came on beyoncé’s internet and tried to argue that sam telling bucky to stop flirting with sarah was sexist and infantilizing. like, ma’am, pls. sam is protecting his sister. sam is saying to bucky AND TO THE AUDIENCE that sarah is special. that she is protected. that she is WORTHY of protection. which, idk if people know this, but that is not typically how black women are viewed by the world. we are not seen as special and worthy of protection. we’re supposed to have everyone’s backs and show up for those who would never even think to show up for us in return so it was a lot deeper than a lot of people acted like it was. but, it was a day that ended in “y” so of course that happened.

the other dumbest fucking take i have ever seen was (why yes they were ALSO one of those shippers) someone saying that bucky only eye-fucked sarah wilson because she had the same name as steve’s mom and he was thinking of steve in that moment. it was laughably stupid. stupid with two o’s to quote one of my fave villains.

choose violence asks 😈

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I feel like you’ve had a long week

False God | m.m. | 11

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Language. Violence. Death of a character

Author’s Note: It really has been yet here we are. I have a three day weekend and part 11, just for you. I’m sorry for the confusion and mess from last night. Tumblr is a hellsite but I’ll never leave. Codependency ftw

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“You know,” she called out as she ducked down, avoiding a swift swing from Pelegrín’s bat. Her leg shot out as she dropped, slamming into his ankle and throwing him off balance. “When I said I wanted to go on a real date, this isn’t what I meant.”

Matt was preoccupied with another HYDRA goon, picking him up and slamming him into the ground. “This isn’t romantic to you?”

“I was thinking roses and wine,” she countered, snatching the bat and swinging it into Pelegrín’s head as he tried to get up. “Maybe flowers. A nice dress and a suit.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for Valentine’s Day.”

Another HYDRA agent charged at him and threw him off balance. Matt tried to grapple with him, this one being slightly stronger than the last. Noticing this, she ran over and grabbed the man from behind, arms wrapped around his neck. The tasers on her wrists sparked up, filling the air with electricity that Matt could feel was stronger than an average self defense tool. The agent was down, with her standing up straight. She huffed some, catching her breath.

“So they definitely know we’re here —“

“What made it obvious?” He cut her off, but there was a grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes. “Well? What now? We can’t wait; they’re going to get away.”

“They’re not going to get away,” he promised, making his way to the opposite side of the building.

She followed at his heels, listening in on what he heard. Fisk and Crown were both exiting the party, surrounded by armed guards. She peered over the edge of the roof, watching with narrowed eyes as they got into separate vehicles.

“Let’s split up. I’ll go after Crown —“

“Absolutely not.” He quickly warned, turning to her and grabbing her arm to keep her in place. She looked up at him, frowning deeply. “We do this together or not at all. You understand me?”

“Matt —“

“Stop arguing or go home.”

She stared up at the mask that covered his eyes, unable to get a read on what he was feeling. His mind was racing, determining each coming step with or without her. What move he’d make if she wasn’t there. They worked well together in the last few minutes, taking down the HYDRA agents without too much blood spilled (theirs, at least). She wasn’t about to go home now.

“Fine,” she finally caved. “What are we gonna do then?”

“I’ll deal with Fisk later; we’ll follow Crown tonight.”

She looked back over the rooftop, watching the SUVs drive off and away from one another. Deep down, she knew that Matt wanted to go after Fisk. That the kingpin was the real target for him. But he was choosing Crown for her sake; for her revenge.

“Let me catch up, I want to make sure Pepper is okay,” she finally said. Matt hesitated, but his attention was still on Crown’s car as it got further away. Unable to focus on her heart beat faltering in her lie. “It’s fine. I promise.”

Nothing else needed to be said as Matt took off. She stood behind for a moment, watching him go. He was doing this for her. She supposed it was time to do something for him.

When he was far enough away, she took off after Fisk’s car. Matt might not want to be a killer, but she never said she wasn’t.

She fully intended to show the bastard how far she was really willing to go for Matt Murdock.

*****

By the time Matt realized she wasn’t coming, it was too late. He was lurking in the shadows, watching as Crown and his men load several cases into a truck, orders to get whatever it was out of the city immediately. Matt couldn’t risk losing this opportunity to go chase her down; he’d have to deal with it later. Now, he had to deal with whatever this psychopath was handling.

Snatching one of the movers into the shadows with him, Matt knocked him out and moved on to the next. Picking them off piece by piece until it was just Crown, realizing he was found. Matt could hear the fear in his pulse; like a trapped, feral animal on its last leg. Matt emerged from the shadows, holding his batons in both hands. As Crown tried to get into the van to take off, but he screamed out when one of the batons bashed into the window and shattered it.

“I think you and I need to officially meet, Crown,” Matt growled practically, stepping towards the doctor slowly. Dangerously.

“I-I haven’t done anything —“

“You didn’t hire a fake therapist to manipulate a retired Avenger? Then have that therapist killed? You didn’t attempt to kidnap that same Avenger?” Matt’s fists clenched at his sides, one gripping his other baton tight. “Because that seems like you did quite a bit.”

“You wouldn’t understand; she’s a fiend herself. You saw what happened in Germany,” Crown argued, putting his hands up. “It was Fisk, anyway! He wanted her to help him! She’d make such an essential tool —“

Matt’s fist suddenly hit the side of the van as he punched it, right next to the scientist’s head. “She is a person.” He snapped, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt and hoisting him into the air. “What does Fisk want with her?”

Crown started to panic, fighting against Matt’s grip but he wasn’t strong enough. The pleading and bargaining started now. “She has such unique abilities! He wanted me to recreate them but I lost my records! With her blood, I could test it and remake it!”

Matt threw him to the ground, pointing the baton at him. “You touch her, and you will answer to me.”

“She’s an Avenger. Why is she sending you to fight her battles?” Crown sneered, but his resolve was too far broken to be anything more than a pathetic man. “You have no idea who you’re —“

A gun cocked from a rooftop suddenly. A new heartbeat was heard, and the smell of blood lingered in the air. Before Matt could fully process what was happening, though, a gunshot rang out and struck Crown through the skull. Matt practically fell back, shock and confusion flooding his senses as the gunman took off.

Crown was dead. Very dead; the copper tinged air was so much stronger now as the blood was splattered against the truck.

*****

On the other side of town, Fisk was meeting with Madam Gao in a warehouse, with James Wesley close behind. She sat in the rafters, staring down at the three criminals with disdain and annoyance, waiting for her move. Their thoughts were easily controlled, unable to see her as she’d erased her presence from the room.

She wasn’t a violent woman. Not necessarily, at least. She did what she had to get her target. It’s what SHIELD taught her; what Natasha had taught her. But she was very different from her vigilante boyfriend. Where he drew the line, she was willing to cross it.

Maybe this was the worst decision she could have made. Maybe this was a stupid way to give back to the good things Matt had given her.

But she was elbow deep in his rib cage the other night because of this man. And if there was a God, he’d forgive her for what she was going to do to this monster below her. Matt would forgive her too; he’d have to.

Wesley stepped aside for a moment, taking a call. It was short. To the point. When he returned, she could see he was in minor distress.

“Crown is dead,” he said, addressing both crime lords.

It felt like her heart stopped for a moment. Their thoughts faltered in response, returning to normal.

Crown was dead. Did Matt actually do it? Did he go through with it, after spending so long refusing to cross that line? The thought of him being a killer for her suddenly overwhelmed her with fear; she had killed before. Willingly or unwillingly, she was already a killer. Matt wasn’t. Matt was good; devout.

He wasn’t a killer.

But she was about to add another name to her growing list.

“Was it our friend in the mask? Or the Avenger?” Fisk demanded, looking at his assistant with a weary expression.

“A single gunshot wound to the head; it could have been either of them. Or anyone else, for that matter. Crown had many enemies.”

Fisk nodded, looking back down at Gao, who seemed disinterested in the whole ordeal. The woman murmured something in Chinese, looking around the empty warehouse. It was hard to make out, since she didn’t speak the language herself. Then, in clean English, she stated:

“We are being watching, Wilson.”

Standing up straight in the rafters, she peered down at the three of them as they followed Gao’s gaze to her. Wesley drew his gun but Fisk put his hand out, a warning to lower the weapon. Gao watched curiously as his lap dog obeyed. Fisk stepped forward, as if he were diplomatic and willing to bargain.

She wasn’t.

“I was hoping we would meet under better circumstances,” Fisk announced into the darkness that surrounded her. “Wesley, escort Madam Gao out, please.”

“I can’t imagine meeting you any other way,” she admitted, arms crossing over her chest. She didn’t want either of them; she wanted Fisk. “An empty warehouse seems to be your favorite place to hide.”

Fisk let out a chuckle. And for a moment, she truly thought it was sincere. “You’ll have to understand why we hold our meetings in such places.”

“I don’t have to understand anything you do,” she countered, clicking the buttons at her wrists. The tasers sparked up; the only light in the dark space. It illuminated her figure in a blue glow; flickering ominously as she watched him. “You hurt someone very important to me. You’ve hurt so many people that are important to me. It’s time for you to be hurt too.”

Fisk looked around, motioning to the empty space. “Who did I hurt that matters to you? The lawyer, what was his name? Murdock? I don’t believe I’ve touched him. I’ve only met him once before.”

“No, you’re right. You didn’t hurt him,” she admitted, raising her hands up. Hiding his identity was the key to this conversation. “You hurt my friend, though. You’ve certainly met him. He hits hard. But I hit harder.”

Before Fisk could respond, she launched herself into the air, hands outstretched to grab him. When her nails met his skin, he screamed out, grabbing her. The electricity from her tasers was doing nothing, barely even affecting him, as she dug her nails into his skin on his face. He tried grabbing her, but she wrapped her legs around his neck, tightening around him as she began to punch and claw her way at him.

“I’m going to do what the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen can’t,” she swore at him as Fisk gripped her calves and started to yank her away from him, prying her away from his windpipe. “I’m going to fucking end you.”

Fisk finally got a good hold on her legs and pulled her off him. She yelled out as he threw her to the ground. Matt had said Fisk was strong; but she was stronger. She had to be. While he had thrown her, she’d landed on her feet, sliding her heels against the floor. Fisk was clearly done playing the sophisticated role as he charged at her, but instead of avoiding him, she ran straight to him.

The two collided with a rather painful crash, with her throwing all her weight at him as hard as she could. He was surprised; she was far more willing to die than he anticipated. However, it didn’t matter as he grabbed her by the throat and held her in the air.

“You stupid,” she hissed, beginning to attack again. A hit to the right side of his face. “Arrogant,” another to his jaw. “Pathetic excuse,” one more to the left side of his face. “Of a fucking man!” She beat him with her fists as hard as she could but even with the blood she was drawing, he seemed unphased.

“You could have lived your life with ease, but vigilantism just doesn’t leave your system, does it?” He demanded, hand crushing her windpipe like she had and tried to fight him. Her hands clawed as his, tasers sparking but not doing anything. “Heroes —you think you know what’s best but you never do. Your friend in the mask should have known better too.”

With the weight she had left, she swung herself and kicked Fisk full force with the heels of her boots, forcing him to drop her. The oxygen was quick to the return, though she needed a moment to recoup from his attack. Glass shattered around them suddenly, and she looked up at Matt ran through, his batons slicing through the air and hitting Fisk in the ribs.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” He demanded as she charged Fisk once again, the other man thrown off by both their attacks.

She didn’t respond to Matt’s question as she roundhouse kicked Fisk in the face. However, he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her down, slamming her head into the concrete. Fisk grabbed her by her hair, yanking her back up, and released a barrage of punches into her face. It was Matt’s turn to attack, tackling Fisk as the bastard attempted to crush her under his hits. Matt took the brunt of his attacks now, being thrown off as she fell back into the ground.

Police sirens rang around them as Fisk pulled away from Matt, his fists bloodied once more from beating him senseless. He threw Matt to the ground and wiped his hands carefully with his handkerchief. With the police coming, Fisk sauntered away from the scene, leaving the two masked heroes gasping in pain.

Matt was the first to get up, hearing the police approaching. He stood, ignoring the ache in his bones, and hurried to pick her up, carrying her in his arms. Her pulse was slow and her breathing shallow; there was absolutely a concussion that was going to effect her as he carried her out of the warehouse and back home.

*****

She woke with an abrupt start, pushing herself up out of the bed quickly. The pounding in her skull was overwhelming as she suddenly got dizzy, unable to sit up straight so quickly. Matt had been laying in the bed beside her, keeping track of her heart rate and breathing. Much like how Matt came home the other night, she was in a daze of missing memories and anger.

Pressing a hand to her forehead, trying to alleviate any pressure, she looked up at him. His face was empty of emotion, though she knew he was angry. He had every right to be.

“I’m sorry,” was all she could really muster up to say, hand pressing into her eye now to get rid of the headache.

“You went after Fisk, even after I explicitly told you not to.”

“I did.”

“You lied to me.”

“I did.”

“He almost killed you.”

“He didn’t.”

There was a long, tense silence as they both considered what happened tonight. What they had done; well, what she had done.

“Did you kill Crown?” She asked, squinting to see him.

Matt shook his head, taking a deep breath and letting it out in frustration. “No. Someone else did.”

“Remind me to thank them.”

“We agreed on no killing —“

“You agreed to that,” she quickly corrected, dropping her hands to the sheets. “I never did. Not with this. Crown tortured me for years. Fisk keeps almost killing you. They both deserve to die. Crown got what was coming to him. Fisk will too.”

Matt stared at her blankly, throating bobbing as he swallowed down his argument. He wasn’t able to formulate one; not one that wouldn’t end up hurting them both even more, anyway. He understood that need she had; the want for revenge. He had it himself. That incessant itch to cross the line and blur that boundary between hero and anti-hero.

But neither of them needed to do that to succeed; to stop Fisk. Whoever killed Crown tonight was a new problem to handle later on.

“I want you to come with me to church tomorrow,” he finally said, taking her hands. Her knuckles were swollen and bruised; he could smell the blood under her nails and skin.

She watched as he ran his fingers over hers, frowning. “I don’t think that will help me like it helps you, Matt.”

“But it’ll help me if you go.”

Another pause before she nodded, reaching up to touch his cheek lightly. “Anything to help you, then.”

Anything indeed.

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After finding some posts in the Jonsa tag about the AltX video, I went over watched it b/c I realize I have only interacted with our lovely corner of space and was researching other perspectives. He seems very reasonable but he paints D as a savior who will sacrifice herself out of guilt for KL "collateral damage", ignoring D's own "If I look back I'm lost" mantra which deadens her guilt to the collateral damage in her arc so far. Part 1

Well, I’m guessing every person who has a tumblr blog about GoT or ASOIAF is in too deep, and if you make YouTube videos or have a podcast, you’ve learned how to monetize being a fan, but you are also in too deep! So, yes, there is some of that, but none of us are exempt. You might even say…

Sorry. I saw this gif a few days ago and knew I had to work it into an ask!

I think when it comes to Dany people on our side of the fandom downplay her good actions/her good impulses. I include myself in that. It is good that she tries to do something for rape victims. It’s good that she loathes slavery and wants to free people. It’s good that she tries to work for peace, is willing to compromise if it means she can achieve that. She is even willing to give up her own personal happiness if it means peace. So, she is compassionate and self-sacrificial at certain times/in specific ways.

The rest of the fandom has the opposite problem in that they ignore all her dark actions and their consequences. They ignore the fact that every rape, death, every person taken as a slave during her war campaign is on Dany’s head. Conquering Westeros is a frivolous war. Burning KL will be an atrocity committed in pursuit of a throne that she has no right to. And, even if she did, there is no higher purpose. The showrunners deluded people by making them think Dany was going to overthrow the feudal system, but book Dany is out for revenge for her family, to take what is hers, and she knows what it means, she has seen the cost of war and she chooses to make others pay it.

Who is in deeper, the person who says that even though she does some good things, there is no absolving someone of needlessly causing so much death and destruction or the person who thinks that even if she burns a city to the ground, it doesn’t matter, she is still a hero?

Who is in deeper, the person who reads this:

Across the road, a girl no older than Dany was sobbing in a high thin voice as a rider shoved her over a pile of corpses, facedown, and thrust himself inside her. Other riders dismounted to take their turns. That was the sort of deliverance the Dothraki brought the Lamb Men.         

I am the blood of the dragon, Daenerys Targaryen reminded herself as she turned her face away. She pressed her lips together and hardened her heart and rode on toward the gate.                 

"Most of Ogo's riders fled," Ser Jorah was saying. "Still, there may be as many as ten thousand captives."

Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver's Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne. (AGOT, Daenerys VII)

and says, “Dany is right. This is the price and a throne is worth it”

or the person who says, “uh, I don’t think we’re meant to defend this”?

There’s a two-step thing with Dany that keeps things from being simplistic. Immediately after that line, she tells them to stop raping, and we often have a good + bad combo with things in her story, but regardless of remorse and not wanting people to suffer, this doesn’t stop her. She sees this but doesn’t connect the dots, will instead bring devastation to Westeros. Choosing to go to war and cause this kind of suffering, choosing to use forced labor and the profits of slavery, it damns her.

I think we are so accustomed to violence and war in entertainment, that fans don’t take the fact that Martin is anti war seriously. And that doesn’t mean lip service to the idea. In GoT they celebrated war but then had Tyrion say actually it isn’t good. In ASOIAF, the message is implicit. I said this of my beloved Robb:

...but she saw his true bride plain before her now: the sword he had laid on the table." (AGOT Catelyn, XI)

Robb was undone by a series of choices, his own and others, but I think Martin is consistent and insistent on his anti war stance, and it is this moment that Robb's fate was sealed, the moment he chose the sword. (link)

People are free to end their feelings about Robb’s death with “Fuck Tywin and Roose and Walder.” Or they can think, huh, why did Martin write this? Why did Robb have to die? What does his death say?

Now, if I’m right, if Robb’s fate is the result of choosing the sword rather than choosing peace, how can Dany, who is needlessly going to war, get a victorious, heroic death? I think the manner of death says something to the reader (Tywin dies while shitting), so if Robb, a good person whose war was justified even if he should have stopped it in that moment, chosen peace instead of continuing, if he had to die betrayed and stabbed, his body desecrated, how can anyone argue that Dany, who has already done worse things than Robb and will personally be involved in far worse in KL will die a hero’s death? I think anyone saying that is in too deep. I think Dany dies betrayed and stabbed. I don’t want to read about anything gross, I don’t like the idea of Jon doing this to her, but I think the odds are that he does, because that’s how you implicitly communicate things to your reader.

Also, there’s a widespread fascination with how a person does something unspeakably evil, countless books written on trying to understand monsters and why they do what they do, so I don’t think it’s weird that Martin wants to explore what it takes to bring a person to the point of committing an atrocity. He’s written a story in which he walks a character to that point, creates believable psychological motivations, and the idea that he then says, “…and before we wrap this up, she’ll be a hero again!” Well, it’s insulting. If we are meant to understand how awful war is for the smallfolk (and this is universally acknowledged by the fandom) how can they turn around and say that the person who will slaughter more smallfolk than anyone else in the story will get a chance to be redeemed in the audience’s eyes? Doing so implicitly tells the reader that those people didn’t matter anyway, and I think there is no way Martin would do that. The fact that the BNF referred to all those people dying as “collateral damage” (a totally desensitized way to speak of countless civilian deaths) is all the proof you need that if Martin allows her a little redemption arc after KL, people are going to miss the point.

I am in too deep in the sense that I know Martin wants me to care about Dany, will want me to care about her even when she burns KL, and I know I can’t feel for her what he wants me to feel. Martin will want the audience still “with her” as in, he doesn’t want to alienate people so that they’re detached from her POV. In that moment of monstrous behavior, he wants her fully human. And I know I can’t feel for her that way. But, most of our entertainment spoon feeds us, so the idea of forcing us to understand that the people who do these horrific things are human, with desires and goals and fears and struggles and triumphs in their lives…that there are good impulses mixed in with the bad…I think it’s art although it’s hard to swallow. He has often talked about his interest in morally grey characters, that good and bad both exist in individuals, that villains aren’t necessarily setting out to do evil etc so their argument that she won’t set out to be a mass murdering tyrant therefore she is still a hero…I mean, ok, they can think that, but I think he’s been pretty vocal about the type of villain he wants to build and they’re being willfully obtuse. Martin wants to write about the perplexing complexities of humanity, not just throw stereotypes at our heads. They can insist only Ramsay, Cersei, the Mountain etc are villains, but that means ignoring Martin’s words. 🤷🏻‍♀️

We will likely never read the last novel, so we can’t ever “win” this argument, but if a thoughtful person who is aware that Martin is anti war and that Dany will burn KL refers to everyone who dies as “collateral damage” dismissively rather than understanding that we’re meant to care about those lives, that we’re meant to realize innocents die inevitably and that is why peace must be pursued instead of war, I think we know why an author who wants us to understand the horror of war, who cares about the smallfolk, can’t let Dany die a hero after that. It would justify brushing aside every rape, every death, the forced labor and money from slavery Dany took to get there. If Dany/her dragons save the world, it tells the reader that Mirri’s death was worth it. The way you tell the reader it wasn’t is to refuse to let it be. Dany’s conquest is born in burning a woman alive, she will end it by burning hundreds of thousands of people alive. Is that “collateral damage” or is it the fucking point?

So, I guess I would say, I don’t think I’m in too deep to suggest that if Dany burns KL she is a baddie who will die a bad death, and that to end it any other way is in direct conflict with Martin’s sentiments. I am too deep into my anti Dany stance to start writing positive posts about her though! Also, there is nothing to lose by saying Dany will die a hero, but saying otherwise would mean losing followers etc, so I always try to remind myself that there are many motivations for why BNFs say what they do or don’t say certain things. theusurpersdog wrote about Dany’s arc in a very levelheaded way here. You might find reading their metas reassuring.

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 #𝟑: Female Public Figures Dating Men with Questionable Views That Contradict Their Image & Alleged Politics

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: These rant blog posts are really just reflective of my thoughts at the time that I make them and are posted here because I need an outlet to release all of this shit I have going on my busy ass mind. That’s it and that’s all. Now let’s get into it..

This rant was greatly inspired by none other than Ms. Robyn Rihanna “Tell Your Faves To Pull Up [in regards to social injustices directly affecting black people]” Fenty and her openly colorist boyfriend, A$AP Rocky. Aside from the fact that Rihanna tends to slip under the radar and is never held accountable for her problematic ways due to her conventional beauty (i.e. Her heavy usage of anti-Asian slurs, particularly targeted towards Chris Brown’s ex gf, Karrueche), it’s very alarming that a woman who has an entire makeup brand with a campaign based around the inclusivity of ALL black women is publicly flaunting a beau who once said that DSBW do not look good with red lipstick.

And yes, I’m very much aware that Rakim said this tasteless comment over 8 years ago but from the looks of it, not much has really changed with him. Don’t @ me about it neither because I don’t care.

Also peep how he compares a hypothetical darkskinned woman to a man (Wesley Snipes) while trying to explain how his antiblackness isn’t wrong because he said something about white women as well. Gaslighting at its finest. Don’t you just love it! 😀

Furthermore, you would think that somebody of Rihanna’s level of stature would know not to associate themselves with someone as messy as A$AP Rocky but... Stupid is what stupid does, I guess! I can’t even begin to place the blame on him anymore because he’s revealed his true colors and we all have made the deliberate choice to either accept it or don’t and have discontinued all support for him. Unfortunately, misogynoir is never the dealbreaker for most people and the hatred for [dark-skinned] black women is so engrained in society that it’s frowned upon when we publicly speak out against it. Very ass backwards if you ask me but that’s society for you. Now, enough about that. Let’s focus back on Ms. Vita La Coco.

As a woman who claims to be a girl’s girl and is always presenting herself to be someone who is the epitome of a pro-black feminist bad ass, it just makes her alleged activism come off so disingenuous when she’s also laying down with the same man that actively attacks the demographic she’s supposed to be standing in solidarity with. It’s “Black Lives Matter” on the IG posts but your vagina is getting moist for a man who openly stated he doesn’t relate to what goes on in Ferguson because he lives in Soho & Beverly Hills. Ferguson being the exact place where a 17-year-old black boy’s lifeless corpse laid on the hot concrete for FOUR hours after he was murdered by a police officer. He couldn’t 'relate' to the fate of so many black men, women, and children who are murdered or seriously injured from state-sanctioned violence because they’re poor and he is not or so he thought.

But then again, what can I really expect from a woman who identified as being “biracial” until as recent as roughly 6 years ago? What can I really expect from a woman who called Rachel Dolezal a ‘hero’ for cosplaying as a black woman? I’d be lying if I said my expectations for her were high in this regard because sis has always shown us she was lacking in this department. And just for the record, this is not a personal attack on Rihanna at all for the die-hard Navy stans in the back. I admire her latest fashions and bop my head to her music just like the next person but she’s getting the side-eye from me on this one.

Trust and believe me though, she’s not the only woman who I can call out for being a hypocrite. Of course not! This stone can be cast at a few others. So without further ado, why don’t we bring Ms. Kehlani Parrish to the front of the congregation? Prior to Kehlani’s recent declaration of identifying as a lesbian, her last public relationship with a man was with YG. Yes, the same YG who felt it was necessary to say him & Nipsey had ‘pretty light-skinned’ daughters to raise in the middle of his deceased friend’s memorial. By the way, Nipsey’s daughter is not even light (or at least not in my book anyways.) She’s a very deep caramel tone just like her father which makes what he said even more moronic. Yes, the same YG who thought it was clever idea to use slavery as an aesthetic for a music video to a diss track about 6ix9ine. And yes, also the same YG who has derogatory lyrics targeted at bisexual women. Just to end up sweating the red carpets with one. I swear the jokes just continue to write themselves.

This raises the question once more; How high of a pedestal can I really put a multiracial woman who has a song titled ‘N*ggas’ and when received backlash for the song in question, she used the ultimate ‘I’m mixed’ copout while not having a visibly black parent in sight?

It’s also kind of suspicious to me that many were not privy to Kehlani’s secret romance with Victoria Monét (pictured bottom right) until Victoria did an interview with Gay Times revealing she fell in love with a girl but they subsequently broke up because Victoria had a boyfriend and that girl was pregnant in a polyamorous relationship. Fans began to speculate because both Victoria & Kehlani previously candidly spoke about their sexual orientations, Kehlani had just had Adeya and they both were seemingly close. Their short-lived fling would later be confirmed when Victoria released the song ‘Touch Me’ on her last project and Kehlani hopped on the remix. Meanwhile, Kehlani’s relationship with Shaina (pictured bottom left) was very overt and all over her Instagram feed from my recollection. And as you can see, Shaina looks absolutely nothing like Victoria. They look like the complete opposite of eachother in every aspect which is kind of alarming(?) to say the least because why is it that the women she proudly claims as her partners tend to have a very racially ambiguous look such as herself but her ‘sneaky links’ on the other hand are undoubtedly black women? Again, it could just be me jumping conclusions. You know, I’m kinda good for that however something tells me I’m not. Y’all be the judge of the material though.

Last but not least, I’d like to touch on Ms. Raven Tracy very briefly. I was very weary about even including in this segment and if I should just put her in a entirely separate blog post with other women who openly date abusers despite their checkered past (alongside Nicki Minaj & her r*pist murderer of a husband, India Love & Sheck Wes etc.) being this particular blog post was based around the theme of lightskinned/mixed women dating men with extremely problematic views about DSBW. Raven obviously isn’t lightskinned or mixed however I refused to ignore how contradictory her [former] relationship with an alleged (I used this word very loosely and mainly for legality purposes.) serial r*pist while promoting a brand that is all about feminism & body positivity. This also traces back to A$AP Rocky by default being that Ian Connor is his very close friend and he came to Connor’s defense when several women came forward detailing accounts of Connor allegedly s*xually assaulting them. (I wish I could place the actual video of what A$AP Rocky said verbatim but Tumblr only allows one video per blog post. 🙄)

Back in June of this year, Ian & Raven had a back & forth on Twitter after Ian tweeted about Raven “fucking everybody” behind his back. I can only assume that he was alluding to Tori Brixx posting a video of her ex, Rich the Kid & Raven kissing on her story. Disgusted is not even the word to describe my feeling when she admitted she stuck by Ian despite of his many allegations of s*xual abuse because she loved him and her being a empath causes her to want to help everybody. Imagine aiding and abetting a predator and even paying for his bail & legal fees just to turn around and expect sympathy because this same individual cheated on you and exploited you all over Twitter for the public to see. The same man that you would get back with not even a WEEK after the fact & turn off your IG comments because it isn’t our “business” after making it our business...

That being said, I just genuinely want to know: Why do these women completely go against what they stand for in regards to these men? Maybe it was never genuine from jump street and if that’s the case, why jump on the bandwagon of performative activism? Is it because it’s profitable right now? Is it because disrespecting black women is not an immediate death sentence to your careers and more often than not actually helps you advance even further? I guess that’s the billion dollar question that’ll never truly be answered. I just want the world to stop using black women as their stepping stool to get to where they need to go and then discarding of us when we’re no longer beneficial. Support us all the way or don’t support us at all. We deal with enough disrespect as is so we’d appreciate if y’all would stop straddling the fence and partake in your misogynoir out loud if that’s what you choose to do. We have no use for fake allyship and quite frankly, it’s doing more harm for us than good. Please and thank you!

Sincerely,

- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙴. 💋

[kithtaehyung]

Was gonna do this in order of how offended I am but it’s really hard to choose…so this is just in order of how I saw them 😐

1) Him tracing ily on her skin 😭 why did my brain immediately think of him doing this before he has built up the courage to say it out loud, like he can’t say it out loud yet but he’s bursting at the seams so he just- ✋🏽😭

2) I was expecting the 3tan yoongi violence but this cannot be tolerated 😐😐😐😐😐 #1 post I’m mad about as of rn. This Tae is illegal 😭😭😭😭 (spoiler alert: it gets worse 😭)

3) Lmao no but Ryensuela for the Nicholasname 😂☠️ (I am still partial to when I see people call you Ryen Kith Taehyung in all caps, it makes me giggle every time). Didn’t have a particular post to tag for this, just know I thoroughly enjoyed seeing people try to lengthen your name 😂 nicknames are my fave.

4) Sad I missed this ask game but the ones asked were so good 😂😭 (wish there were more sneaky 3tan bro and jk ones but it was still a good mix 👀)

5) I’m sorry wut is this 😐 this is going pretty high on the list. You teasing a Netflix and chill 3tan drabble and bros identity? 🤨

6) I- 😐😐😐😐 your audacity has reached a peak once again 😭 PEAK I SAY agahsdklggl

7) 😳😳😳 this should be illegal. How dare you throw this out into the world.

8) Nope 🙅🏽‍♀️ Absolutely not. Nopenopenopenope. Nope 😐. If I refuse to acknowledge it did this really happen??? 🫢🫢🫢 I-

9) AND I DIDNT THINK IT COULD GET WORSE THEN IT DID 😭😭😭 RYEN! Explain yourself 😐😭 *aggressively shakes tree* agshdkdlgg

10) 👁👄👁 GET BACK HERE �� you and your damn tags IM AT MY WITS END ISTG

11) Not the Wendy’s 😂☠️☠️☠️ I’m sorry…but this is just SO funny to me. After the horny hours too. The timing is UNREAL 😈 not so much fun when you’re not the one being the menace is it (Also having the live in those screenshots is taking me out, his face in them is perfect 😂😂😂☠️)

12) IM SORRY WHAT!!!?????? I missed a whole ass huge spoiler 😳😳😳 (I’ve said it a million times but I’ll say it again, your tags I- asgdjjfkg YOU WANNA FIGHT OR??? What do you mean is it!??? You literally said “highly requested FULL basketball scene coming up” DONT PLAY COY NOW 😭)

13) Okay yeah…I…I have…a lot of…feelings…about this 🙂🙂🙂. This is fine. Everything is…fine 🙂 (AGAIN THE TAGS WE’RE GONNA THROW HANDS)

14) 😐☹️☹️☹️ this was uncalled for, unprovoked and just RUDE

15) ☠️ I’m not even sure I have anything more to say than just 😩😩😩😩

16) Ryen…😐 This…this takes #1…the teaser!!??! Agshhsjfkflg 😐 don’t talk to me….DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME 😭🥴 (wait help I just saw the estimated help date nooooo, you can’t do this to me I’m ✨unprepared✨. THIS IS WHAT YOU MEANT WHEN YOU SAID SOMETHING I HAVENT GOTTEN TO YET. Never been more thankful for a delay in release dates, if I came back to a full ass YOONJIN fic dropped I would have yeeted my phone off a balcony)

17) 😐😐😐😐 uncalled for and unprovoked pt 2 ☹️

18) Last peak of audacity reached…the way you tagged this 🍊🍊🍊…SEE…this is how I knew. Just knew it smh 😐. When I saw you were conveniently releasing 3tan9 visuals on jk’s bday 😒

And on that last note…guys…I’ve been saying this but 3tan jk is gonna be at the release party duh!!!! For how long and what interactions we get 👀 only Ryen knows but IM READY 😈

And this has been ‘what you missed in practically 2 weeks on this godforsaken blog’…hope this puts things in perspective 😐. It was a rollercoaster of emotions let me tell you, 10/10 do not recommend going through it in a short time span…it’s…✨a lot✨ 🥴😂 and you’ve created monsters. We’re all menaces™ 😂

Let’s hope tumblr doesn’t randomly eat this ask bc I lowkey don’t wanna hyperlink everything again 😂🤧

OH MY GOD MIKAYLA LMFAOOOO okay… yeah…. We… don’t have any excuses for what the fck you missed🥴

I was gonna respond to all of these when I realized that it’s much more hilarious to just make a scholarly blanket statement and say “If you’re gonna skip, just know you have a lot of make up work to come back to.”💀💀💀

But seriously, we missed you so much! Definitely would’ve been more screaming involved (and faster justice for Friends!!!) All the tags screaming I am CACKLINGGGG HAHAHAH you know to read the tags!! Always read the tags!! Yoonjin piece is still in the works but I’ve realized that I wanna make it perfect so🤪 Stay fcking tuned.

The theory you have is super interesting so we’ll see what happens in the next parts👀👀

[bluebloodsgurl]

Put the Gun Down

Characters: Jamie Reagan X Reader, Danny Reagan, Jackie Curatola, Gormley, Renzulli, Frank Reagan, Stevens (OC)

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Language?,  Angst, Violence, fluff end

A/N: This is the first of many fics. I am using #11 from the Random section on the Prompt list I posted a few days ago. It is in bold letters.

Feedback is always welcome. The Good and The Bad. Requests are also open.

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Your day started off like any other. Grab coffee, head into work, get your assignment and head out. The only difference today, Gormley was sticking you with a new partner. It wasn’t just a new partner, it was a new cop, a rookie. You weren’t particularly happy about it.

“Seriously Sergeant, you’re sticking me with the newbie. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you don’t have a partner for the next couple of weeks remember. Holman is on vacation and I can’t have you running around on your own.” Gormley quickly retorted.

“You could, you’re just choosing not to.”

“No, I’m not Y/l/n. Everyone has to have a partner when out on patrol. Now get out of here and do your job.”

“Fine.” You open the door to his office. “You and I both know that I would work better on my own than with a rookie.” With that you walked out and closed the door a little louder than you wanted to.

“What’s wrong with you?” Danny looked back at you from his desk.

“Oh nothing, everything is just peachy.” You put on the fakest smile you could. “I get a new partner because Holman decided to take a 2-week vacation.”

“It can’t be that bad. We all have had to get new partners before.”

“Yeah, well I would rather have a partner with experience and not a rookie fresh out of the academy.” You started walking towards the locker room to find your new partner.

“Have fun!” Danny yelled across the precinct, earning a birdie being flipped at him.

“Ya know one of these days she’s going to hit you over the head with something.” Jackie said while she let out a small laugh.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t already.”

When you got close to the locker room, you saw a guy standing just outside the door. He looked nervous, he kept adjusting his cap. You stopped a few feet away from him, just watching to see what he was going to do. After a few minutes he finally looked up at you.

“Sorry, Are you Officer Y/LN?”

“Yes… You must be Stevens.” You held your hand out to him, he shook it.

“Nice to meet you.” He looked slightly more nervous than before.

“Dude you need to lighten up.”

“Sorry. First day jitters I guess.”

“That’s fine but I need to know that you’re good before we walk out those doors. If not, we need to talk to Gormley because if we are in a situation and you’re not ready for, it can go bad quickly. I have seen it happen before.”

“I’m good.” He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He did look a little bit more relaxed, but you were still unsure about all of this.

Towards the end of your tour, you had gotten a call from dispatch for a domestic disturbance. There were a few people arguing on the street. There was a group forming near the two men. As you pulled up, you could see that it was going to start escalating. You told Stevens to radio for back-up as you got out of the car. Once you were out the guys started fighting. You ran over to them, leaving Stevens behind. Only you didn’t realize that he didn’t request back-up, he got out to help you instead.

One of the men had the other on the ground, just punching the shit out of him. You were able to pull the guy off of him and handing him over to Stevens. He had taken him, and had him pressed up against the squad car. You went to help the man on the ground. You called for an ambulance.

“Sir, can you hear me?”

“yes.” He was moving around and yelling in pain.

“what’s your name Hun?”

“Jared… Jared Peterson.”

“Good Jared, I need you to stay still, while I look at you, okay?”

“Okay.”

You were and EMT before you became a cop. You figured it would help you on the job. He didn’t completely stop moving, but it was enough to let you look at his face. You were wondering where your back-up was. You started hearing arguing behind you. you looked over to see Stevens struggling to get the man in hand cuffs.  You quickly got up and started over to them. You were about six feet away from them when the man slipped his wrist out of Stevens hand and elbow him in the gut. It sent him back a few steps, which gave the man enough time to swing and punch him, Stevens went down pretty hard. You grabbed your radio as you ran over to them. You noticed Stevens not moving to get up.

“10-13 Officer Down, I repeat 10-13.” What you weren’t expecting was for the guy to pull a gun on you. You stopped in your tracks. “10-32.” You let go of the radio and put your hand up, you left the other just hovering by your gun.

“Shut up!” The man started walking towards you.

The crowd started freaking out. Some started running away, a few were on the phone calling 911 the rest were too scared to move. You could see his eyes weren’t even on you. You slowly started backing up to the man on the ground. You stopped right in front of him.

“Sir, I need you to put the gun down.” You were trying to stay as calm as you possibly could. “Don’t do something that you will regret.”

“I won’t regret this, now get out of my way!”

You still stood there, not moving. You could hear the sirens going off, slowly getting louder.

He cocked his gun and pointed it at you. “I said get out of my way, the bastard deserves it.”

“I can’t do that.” You could see Jamie and Renzulli coming up on one side and 2 others coming up on the other side. One of them went over to check on Stevens.

The man was looking around now he could see all the guns pointed at him. He quickly grabbed you, using you as a shield. He had his arm around your neck, with his hand grabbing onto the collar of your shirt and the gun to your head.

“Woah, drop the gun buddy.” Jamie was the first one to speak, he and Renzulli were the closest ones to you.

“Move any closer and I’ll shoot her.” Jamie stopped immediately.

“Okay, take it easy. Put the gun down and we can talk about this.”

“No, the second I do you will arrest me, and he gets away.”

“What did he do?”

“He’s been sleeping with my wife, now she’s leaving me for him.”

“That doesn’t mean he deserves to die.” You stupidly opened your mouth. Instantly regretting it as the words left your mouth.

“I told you to shut up.” You felt his grip get tighter on your throat, causing you to grunt.

“Ease up on her, your choaking her!” Renzulli yelled at him, he let up just enough for you to catch your breath.

He slowly started moving backwards, you tried to keep yourself planted but he was too strong. There was also the fact that if you didn’t move, he would end up choaking you. You felt the gun slightly lift up from your head. You looked directly at Jamie; you could see the worry in your boyfriends’ eyes.

It’ll be okay. You mouth to him. You could see a shift in him, you see him shake his head slightly.

You just closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing. You were about to do something stupid, but you don’t know what this guy was going to do. If you were going to get shot it was going to be on your own terms.

The next few seconds went by in a flash.

You reached up, pushing the barrel of the gun up. You tilted your head away just in case he pulled the trigger. When he didn’t, your hand grabbed the gun holding it above you. Then you picked up your foot to kick him in the shin. While you brought your elbow up to ram it back into his gut. You pulled your gun out of its holster. He let go of you to grab his stomach, he still had his hand on the gun. You swung around to face him. He pulled his arm down bringing the gun and your hand down to shoulder level. When he got it down, you felt his index finger slip out from under your hand to the trigger. Before you could even attempt to move your finger to the safety, he pulled the trigger.

You let go of the gun and started falling to the ground. You pointed your gun at him and shot the man in the chest two times before hitting the ground. You fell onto your back; the man fell back as well.

“Y/N!” you could hear Jamie yelling.

Next thing you see is Jamie kneeling next to you. You were trying to block out the pain, as Jamie put pressure on your shoulder.

“You’re insane.” You could see the tears forming in his eyes.

“You love me.” You looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“Not right now I don’t.”

“Yeah right.” You brought your hand up and put it on top of his.

“Get that ambulance over here.” He yelled to the EMTs that were onsite.

You were transported to the hospital, and immediately taken into surgery. Jamie had a few hours left on his shift, but when he got off, he went to the hospital to wait for you. When he arrived, he saw his father there.

“Jamie.” He stood up from his seat and walked over to his son.

“How is she doing?”

“She’s still in surgery. They said it should be any minute now.” He put a hand on his shoulder and walked him over to the chairs.

A few minutes later Danny came through the doors with coffee. He handed each of them a coffee before sitting down.

“How are you doing kid?”

“I’m fine.” He looked down at his coffee, just trying to avoid eye contact with his brother.

“Oh really, because if I saw my girlfriend get shot in front of me, I would be pretty upset, pissed off even.”

Jamie got up and walked away from them, he didn’t want to do this right now. He just wanted you.

“Commissioner.” A doctor came out into the waiting room, all three men walked up to the doctor. “She’s out of surgery, she’s just resting, but you can go see her now.”

“Thank you.” Frank said as he followed the doctor to your room. Danny and Jamie were close behind him.

When the door to your room opened, you instantly tried to sit up once you saw Frank.

“Commissioner Reagan.”

“Relax Y/n.” You laid back but not all the way down. “How are you?”

“I’ve had worse hits, so I guess I’m doing okay.”

After that Frank started asking about what had happened, you told him everything. That’s when he informed you that Stevens never radioed for back-up. You were pissed off at that point. You knew something was going to go wrong. After a few hours Danny and Frank left, so it was just you and Jamie.

“You’re crazy, ya’know that.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You just smiled at him.

“It can be when things like today happen.”

“I’m fine Jamie. Come here.”

You scooted over and patted the bed next to you. Jamie laid down with you, being extra careful to not move the bed too much. You moved into him, he wrapped one arm around you just to keep you close to him. Your head was on his other arm. He kissed you on the top of your head.

“I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Eventually, both of you fell asleep.

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The Purest Things-A New Home

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

a/n: this is a repost considering it didn’t show up in any of the tags yesterday. have i mentioned how much i despise tumblr sometimes :) again, i want to give a special shoutout to @avengersbau for giving me a second set of eyes on this one.

word count: 2k

warnings: canon-typical violence and descriptions of injury.

The Purest Things Masterlist

gif is not mine! credit goes to @hqtchner

au! october 2007

Bookend: “It’s never too late to become who you want to be. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

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"I am SSA Hotchner. Welcome to the team Agent Y/L/N," his voice reminds you of the transatlantic accents of Hollywood stars of old. The kind you used to hear in the old black and white movies you would watch as a child.

"It's an honor to be here sir," you stare directly into his brown, soulfully deep eyes.

"J.J., get us started, please," SSA Hotchner suggests.

Sitting down, you look to the screen that displays the frightful footage of bombs detonating in various locations.

"Yesterday, an 81-year-old woman was severely injured when a bomb exploded in the toilet of a women's restroom," J.J. informs.

"Interesting spot to hide a bomb," Agent Prentiss sneers.

Jennifer flips through the slides and shows another bombsight located in a subway station, "Last year a similar bomb that had been attached to a phone box detonated. No outstanding injuries were reported. However, the bombs' similar makeup alerted detectives to dig into other bombings throughout the years. They have positively identified attacks over the past twelve years as perpetrated by the same bomber."

Spencer adds, "His M.O. is similar to George Peter Metesky, better known as the Mad Bomber. He terrorized New York City over a period of 16 years. He planted bombs in theaters, subway stations, libraries, and offices. They were left in phone booths, storage lockers and restrooms."

"Do you think we are looking at a copycat?" Derek questions.

"If we are, we need to stop him soon," declared David.

"He's escalating-becoming bolder and more vicious," you say, scanning the report.

"Tell Boston we can be there by 9:30," Hotch notifies J.J...

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"It seems like he's a textbook paranoid schizophrenic. People suffering from this disorder may think that other people are regulating them or plotting against them. They tend to be reclusive, antisocial, and obsessed Hwith hatred for their presumed enemies," you twist a loose string from your shirt around your finger, unwind it, then repeat the process.

It's a nervous tick you developed over the years that has worn down numerous tops before achieving their intended lifespan. You glance at Agent Hotchner, seeking a sign of approval. His eyes meet yours, and he poignantly nods.

Did I say too much? No. Don’t overthink this. They can probably smell fear.

"In his letters left at the bombsights, he uses words like 'broad' and 'chick' to signify women," Dr. Reid chimes in.

"Do you think the unsub is motivated by hostility towards women? "

"It's possible," he continues, "These speech patterns age him significantly, however. Phrases such as these were mainly used in the 30's, 40's, and 50's."

Agent Hotchner begins to delegate tasks before the jet lands, "Morgan and Reid, I want you to head to the bombsights and see if you can't work out the motive. J.J. and Prentiss talk to the victim's families, determine our victimology. Y/L/N, Rossi, and I will head to the precinct and familiarize ourselves with the lay of the land and see if we can't formulate a geographical profile."

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At the precinct, you observe Agent Hotchner's ability to singlehandedly transition an entire police force's obligation to under his jurisdiction.

"Captain Moreno, this is SSA David Rossi and SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N," the Unit Chief introduces you.

The captain tilts his head at you, "Aren't you a little young to be in the FBI? How old are you anyway?"

You nail him with a you're-full-of-crap look. 

Everyone gets to be young once; your turn is over, old man.

Choosing to take the high road, you say, "I'd like to get my hands on the bombers handwritten notes. There has to be something in those letters that can give us a clue into the who, what, when, and where of this case."

Skeptical of your request, he narrows his eyes and looks to David and Agent Hotchner.

"You hear her," Dave exclaims, "Lead the way!"

Your enigmatic smirk no doubt gives away the great pleasure Dave's gibe brings you.

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"Agent Hotchner," you hand him your preliminary geographical profile. With his arms crossed, he intimidatingly peers into your research.

Don't burn a hole in my paperwork; I worked hard on that.

He is impressed by your work, taking in your comprehensive outline of proof that details the unsubs point of origin. For someone so young, your attention to detail puts even his most observant profilers to shame. "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"My family is from Chicago. When I was little, I used to read through my grandfather's old newspapers that he collected throughout the 1950's. On the jet, I knew some of the phrasings that Dr. Reid was using sounded familiar, so I cross-referenced it with some of the particular articles I remember from my childhood and found his wording to be exact iterations of the Chicago Crier."

Without taking his eyes off of the paperwork, he commends you, "Impressive use of your prior knowledge. Often, the information drilled into us through education is lackluster compared to that of real-world experience."

You turn to walk back to your makeshift desk when he calls out to you, "And Y/L/N, call me Hotch."

Your shoulders relax from the tension you hadn't even realized you'd been clinging onto, "Alright. Hotch."

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You immediately regretted your decision. In pursuit of the unsub, you had wandered off down an abandoned subway tunnel and cornered him.

"Harold Watts, FBI. Gently place the remote detonator on the ground," You shout. Grappling to keep your gun from slipping between your clammy palms, you grip the weapon tighter.

Ordinary people's first days of work are uneventful; they're given a series of mundane tasks at most. Me? Of course, my first day involves being secluded in a subway tunnel facing down a man decked from head to toe in explosives and wires.

"D-don't come any closer. I have my finger on the trigger! I'm not afraid to die, and I will not hesitate to take you up in flames with me," he stammers.

The stampede of footsteps, no doubt from your colleagues and half of the Boston police force, resonate through the echo chamber you're standing in. Watts spooks and loses his balance. You begin shouting for the people behind you to stand down.

"The tracks are live, one wrong step, and we all blow up. I repeat, stand down!"

Turning your attention back to Watts, you attempt to soothe his irrationality. You slowly return your gun to its holster, raising your hands up in surrender. Hotch yells something unintelligible from behind you, but your focus is on the unsub and trying to prevent any more casualties.

"Harold, let's just talk this through for a couple of minutes. My men behind me will leave us alone. It's you and me now. Before this, you never wanted to hurt yourself. You wanted to be heard. All of your life you felt like you were forced into the shadows, and you began to fester there in your pain and rage."

He tenses up; you have his attention now.

"Those girls who teased you and ripped your masculinity from you needed to be taught a lesson. But you didn't just stop there; you decided to do all women a favor and demonstrate to them the kind of pain they could cause, hoping to prevent them from making the same mistakes. In fact, you helped me to see what I can do better. I never want to make someone feel the way you did."

"Y-you learned that...f-from me?" Harold quietly sobs.

You nod, "Yes! Yes, Harold. And you can still be heard, but not if you die today. I could be your greatest advocate. If we walk out of here right now, think of how famous you could be. Harold, you will never be stuck in the shadows again."

It is crucial to your survival and your teams that you are brave just long enough to analyze the situation and keep your self-control. Panic won't do anyone any good right now.

Your mouth dries as you await Harold's next move. Suddenly, he hunches over, extending the hand gripping the detonator. Pausing for a moment to be sure he isn't making any drastic moves, you promptly hurry to his side and gently pull it from his clutch.

As the police officers and your colleagues rush to your aid, Harold looks up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Make me famous," he murmurs with a grin that churns your stomach.

Hotch ushers you away from the unsub, backing you up against the wall of the tunnel, "You actively defied my orders."

Searching every inch of his face for an accurate reading of his emotions, you are unsure of how to respond.

"I'd like to think it won't happen again," his eyes studying you just as intently.

You swallow hard, aware of the lump in your throat and take a deep breath, "You have my word, Agent Hotchner."

"Good," he affirms, eventually freeing his hold on your arm.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief and relax your spinning head against the wall.

Opening your eyes, you observe your new team tieing up all loose ends. They're safe. You are safe. Despite this first day not being as mundane as others, you wouldn't have it any other way. This feeling is what you signed up for, and it's already fulfilling you in ways you couldn't fathom before stepping inside the BAU office this morning.

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Aboard the jet, you tuck your legs underneath you and open up a book to read.

A cup of steaming hot coffee appears on the table in front of you.

Hotch sits across from you with a similar cup and offers you a subtle smile, "Impressive work out there today. I'm sorry your first day of work couldn't be more eventful."

A joke? I didn't take him as the joking kind.

Rolling your eyes, you put on a disappointed tone, "God...if you guys drag your feet like this every day, I might have to consider a transfer."

In a more serious nature, he asks, "How are you feeling?"

"Alright, I guess. You were right, you know, no amount of studying or lectures can truly prepare you for what it's like when you're staring into the eyes of a killer. I've learned the negotiation techniques and memorized the textbook 'put the gun down' speech, but all of that flies out the window when you're in the moment."

"You will find that improvisation at times is the key to success in this job. Just know that this team is a family. You will never face this alone or be at a loss for anything. Your career is in its infancy, but I can tell you have a long and triumphant journey ahead of you. We will do whatever we can to ensure that you are at home here and can use this team as an opportunity to refine your abilities. All I ask in return is that you work with us, not against us. You have nothing to prove. They see your resourcefulness. So do I. You are one of us now."

Some gazes are the promise of protection; his is all that and more. The words "at home" resonate in your mind. You've spent your whole life searching for a home, and here it is, its doors being opened to you. After a lifetime of running from place to place, perhaps this is where you can finally settle down.

"Get some rest," Hotch whispers to you. And with that, you lean your head against the chilled window and shut your eyes.

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BnHA Ch.318 - Comparisons and parallels

Hey, did you hear Bakugo was back? I kid! Of COURSE everyone on Tumblr heard the collective BKDK screams. :) While the gremlin ex machina is the big news, a lot of other good stuff happened too.

We open the chapter with more Endeavor chitchat. He’s turning out to be a good coordinator, an insightful investigator, and all around worthy of being a top pro…except he’s still a crap father and still doesn’t seem to care about human beings. Even here with Deku, he appears to express concern over Deku’s wellbeing but immediately follows it up with:

Yup, he only cares about Deku as the OFA holder, not the kid who saved him in the war, the kid who used to intern for him, or the kid who’s friends with his kid. Ugh.

Deku swears to Endy that he’s fine because he’s still on his feet, but that’s a pretty poor standard. I mean, he’s wobbling and needs Blackwhip as a literal crutch. The vestiges agree with Endy and start to gang up on Deku, so Deku, in all his tired teenage wisdom, decides to ghost them. Apparently you CAN ghost a vestige, and Fourth is not here for it.

Holy heteromorph discrimination! All the villains we see Deku fighting are heteromorphs (some are even dressed like Spinner). We also see Deku fighting a gigantic shark-headed villain in the water, presumably because Gang Orca and Selkie were busy.

I LOVE the panel of Deku thinking of his family, his teachers, and Eri. This is what he’s fighting to achieve, but Deku’s perceptions (goals?) don’t necessarily line up with reality.

His mom is first (awwww) and she’s cheering for him like she did when he was little. NOT worried, not crying, just pure joy for her hero son, like he fantasized when he was a quirkless boy.

Gran Torino in his hero outfit, smiling and eating — NOT as Deku last saw him in the hospital.

Proud Dadmight with a genuine smile, NOT hero All Might. Also, All Might appears to be wearing his track jacket, not a business suit, so presumably Deku is thinking about a more casual training moment with his mentor. This is an interesting contrast to Gran Torino, who Deku DOES picture as a hero even though Torino handed his cape to Deku in the hospital.

AIZAWA GLARING WITH BOTH EYES AND HIDING HIS MOUTH, because THIS is how Aizawa looks in Deku’s happily ever after. But we all know Aizawa is probably hiding a sly smile under under his capture weapon, right??

Eri, finally smiling freely, because she’s learned how.

Also, it looks like Deku is again fighting heteromorphs at the bottom of this panel, although one of the kids he’s defending appears to have a duck bill, so we have some positive representation too.

Deku says he wants everyone to live their lives in peace and safety so they can smile together. Wow, where have we heard an idealistic kid say that before?

As Deku thinks about the ideal he shares with All Might, he arrives at Kamino, the place where “All Might” ended. Deku nearly collapses and meets his end when he sees a villain called Dictator, who was sent by AFO. Yup, Nagant wasn’t the only one sent by AFO, she just thought she was (and AFO didn’t prep her well — by comparison, Dictator received a full briefing about Deku). But look carefully at how Dictator uses different insults than AFO. He doesn’t call Deku useless or a boy (as both AFO and Nagant did), even though the imagery throughout this chapter points to the “what can you even do?” bit from Chapter 1. Instead, Dictator calls Deku reckless, impatient, and a loner.

“Rampage” in particular, calls back to this AFO/Yoichi exchange during the vestige battle, where AFO decried “rage” as being ruled by emotion and out of control, but Yoichi praised it as a form of passion.

Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but I think AFO is increasingly afraid of Deku. AFO is putting more effort into prepping his assassins, and his pass-through insults are sounding more like the taunts he hurled at All Might. AFO is now referring to All Might as useless and Deku as reckless. If, somehow, we see Dictator in the next chapter, I’m curious if he’ll explode or bust out a second quirk…..He does say taking Deku to AFO will bring him security, so I think AFO explicitly threatened him. All I’m saying is, it’s weird that a villain named Dictator has no mission statement or political end he’s trying to reach. He seems to be acting purely on AFO’s orders or ELSE, which means AFO is getting desperate and doesn’t have time for games. By contrast, AFO persuaded Nagant the boy would stop hero society from collapsing, therefore her goal and AFO’s goal were aligned. Unlike Dictator, she wasn’t aware there was an “or else;” she didn’t know she would explode if she exercised “free will.”

Deku snaps out of his stupor long enough to challenge Dictator to give up AFO’s location. Dictator says if Deku wants a fight, he’ll give him one, which echoes a line from AFO in Kamino:

There’s no more “come quietly if you want to keep your limbs,” it’s straight to “let’s fight!”

FINALLY! We. See. Bakugo! I adore how Deku is piled under bodies, twisting his tired brain around, thinking “I need a strategy,” and Bakugo is just, “VILLAIN GO BOOM!” with a precision blast. He knew exactly how to get the villain while keeping civilians safe. Perfect victory (assuming Dictator is truly done). Also, Bakugo’s “that punk” could apply to either the villain or Deku. :) It’s a nice callback to the final exam when Deku can’t think of a strategy to win against All Might and Bakugo was, “I choose violence against my childhood idol.” Both times, Bakugo’s right — sometimes a little rage is necessary to save and win.

I have thoughts on AFO and the “my body moved without thinking” bits that I’ll post separately. As for my next chapter hopes and dreams:

More Bakugo and UA kids. Plus All Might and Stain. And some LOV love pleeeeease.

Figure out why Second is being sus. He says saving everyone is the right path for Deku (contrary to AFO, who calls Deku’s path “thorny”), and that inaction is not an option for OFA holders. We also know Second believes victory = life and defeat = death, so it makes sense he’d push Deku towards victory no matter the cost. Second also says there’s something that can bolster Deku, which is presumably Bakugo and friends. However, when Bakugo arrives, Second doesn’t look pleased. Assuming he’s standing the same way against his throne chair as he is at the start of the chapter, then in the panel below Second is looking over his LEFT shoulder AWAY from the other vestiges and towards the expanse of the OFA mind realm. (Earlier in the chapter he looks over his RIGHT shoulder to speak to Yoichi and Third.) WHY YOU LOOK AWAY FROM VESTIGE FRIENDS WHEN WHEN BAKUGO APPEARS??? ARE YOU ON THE LOOKOUT FOR AFO TO ARRIVE??

Although the arrival of foreign heroes has been promised for a bit, and I’m ok with some background forces to bulk the hero ranks, I’m not keen on new cannon fodder cameo characters that will show up for 4 chapters and then disappear. A Captain Celebrity appearance would be fun, but let’s be honest, he likely noped out of going to Japan to fight villains gone wild. If Death Arms quit, there’s no way Captain Celebrity would keep going!