#yes she called herself top cop

[cherryblossomshadow]

https://youtu.be/7oFu2pNnRIc

Where did you think Top Cop Harris come from

Hey, I'm not the most knowledgeable on this subject, but yes, I have heard that Kamala called herself Top Cop while she was District Attorney.

The only two posts on my blog that address this have imo pretty nuanced takes on this, which boil down to:

Kamala is not perfect, but we can't wait for a perfect candidate to magically appear

Therefore, you can absolutely criticize her for things she did, things she contributed to, things that happened on her watch

But you should criticize her for what really happened. People may not know that she wasn't a uniformed officer who physically arrested people. She got into law to protect women and children from abuse

Yes, she was upholding a corrupt and racist system. But criticize her for that. Not for lies

We can talk about the nuances of what she WAS, but we first have to correct the mistaken impression of what she WASNT

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Additionally, I think it should be allowed to feel hope for a candidate that isn't as bad as you thought. It's allowed to correct some misinformation around you

I'm not looking at this election like she's some savior who will fix the world just bc she's not really a cop. I'm hoping that ppl won't write her off based on inaccurate information, only accurate information. Bc the only other alternative is That Guy

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Again, I'm not an expert on this. But the takes that I elevate aren't only the ones that I like or agree with; they're the takes that I think make a good point or are worth chewing on.

Some greatest hits from this post:

Be careful what you read, always be critical of how facts are presented to you, and don't be afraid to admit when you're wrong.

There's no such thing as a good cop, but there do exist naive cops with good intentions who think they can change the system from within

The real nuance is that the position of "top cop" or whatever can't be left empty. When you're filling out the ballot and get to sheriffs and prosecutors, every candidate is an acab. There are no right choices simply by what the nature of the job is. But there are candidates who will attempt that incremental change, and ones who can make things much worse.

She gets my vote at least, she's definitely better than trump or biden, but I'm still hesitant to give my absolute full support.

And from this post:

It didn’t hit me until recently that people genuinely think Kamala Harris was a police officer because of all the people who call her a cop online.

We can discuss how related that is to police work and how tied she is to the carceral system etc etc (but for fairness would have to include her record of pushing for lowering incarceration rates through programs helping former prisoners + her office refusing to jail folks for low level weed offense). But she was never a police officer. 

I think it’s important to note she learned and grew over time, as well.

What drives me crazy about the prosecutor/district attorney = cop common line of leftist thinking is that. People always talk about when a progressive DA is appointed, and how important that is, because the DA literally can just decide not to prosecute certain offenses.

I’d also like to add that if you look at her record in a timeline she has gotten progressively more liberal!

#some ppl will call it pandering but uhhhh we literally want our politicians to listen to our concerns and change their policies based on it

We vote for the weakest adversary. The weakest adversary is always the politician who mostly agrees with you but got where they are by compromising with an unjust system. Elect that person and mush their face in the compromises they’ve made and we can undo the fucked up laws and practices !!!! Or you can let someone who can never be convinced because they hold opposite views on criminalization, incarceration, police brutality and immunity, etc. If you don’t understand or care that voting works this way, where’s your pipe bombs and guerilla fighter cells? Cause that or complacency with fascist takeover is all you’re eating 

Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.

#youre not gonna budge trump #but if youre not happy with kamala #nudge her left! #dont let perfect be the enemy of good #or progress #we're still on the wrong side of the line #but how are we going to get to the right side without taking a single step?

[bugpill]

If I see any more misinformation about Kamala Harris to dissuade people from voting I will explode.

1. She did a lot of work as a prosecutor to dismantle the system. When she was DA in San Francisco she was labeled as being “soft on crime” which she in turn claimed was “smart on crime”. Harris made a program called Back on Track so that low-level nonviolent drug offenders could enroll in school rather than doing jail time. She has believe and continues to believe that supporting people prevents crime far better than criminalizing people.

Yes, she put people behind bars. I know she called herself the “Top Cop” and I fucking hate that. However, the number of people who served time in jail was significantly reduced due to her program. She’s not a saint, but she tried to reduce harm as much as she could in her position. Since then, she’s called for even more action in terms of legalizing marijuana and I believe recently fully endorsed it publicly.

2. She is not transphobic. Harris backed the state of California when it tried to deny gender-affirmation surgery to a trans prisoner, but as attorney general, she could not deny the state’s Department of Corrections as a client of hers. Essentially, she had no say in the denial of surgery herself, as she had to represent the department’s interests over her own. Once she realized what they were doing, Harris actually worked behind the scenes to get that very policy changed so that any inmate who needs that care could get it. Additionally, she has lead efforts to put an end to gay and transgender “panic” defenses in criminal trials.

3. Kamala Harris is Black. For some reason, people like to say that she isn’t, and that she’s Indian and pretending to be black… for what reason? Depends on who’s telling the lie to begin with. Kamala Harris is Black and South Asian. Her father, Donald Harris, is a Black man who was born in Jamaica. Her mother, Shyamala Gopalan, was born in India. Speculating about her race with so much evidence towards the contrary is so wrong. If anyone tells you shit about this, just send them her whitehouse.gov biography.

4. Harris (reportedly) has different opinions than Biden on Palestine. Whether or not she makes a clear stance against Israel, I don’t know. That hasn’t happened yet, but I’ll remain hopeful until further notice. She reportedly tried to push Biden towards “a policy on Gaza that was both more humane and in alignment with international law” but wasn’t listened to. The only reason why this is one of my points is that I’ve seen a lot of people stating that she is totally behind every decision and stance Biden made as president, which isn’t necessarily true. I don’t want to give her credit for being pro-Palestine if she isn’t, just to be clear. That is not what I’m trying to do here.

I desperately want her to stand for a free Palestine. I cannot make the promise that this will happen. All I can hope for is that her policy will be less harmful than Trump’s- who wants Israel to “finish the job” and promises to “throw (pro-Palestinian protestors) out of the country”.

Conclusion: the fact of the matter is that people make shit up all of the time. Sometimes it’s propaganda they accidentally absorb, sometimes it’s deliberate misinformation. People often take rumors as facts, and we need to be more vigilant about it. What I know is that some people will do anything for you to not vote tor Kamala Harris, when in reality she’s our only hope here.

Is Harris my favorite person ever? Absolutely not. Does she share my exact views and opinions? Nope. Would I rather vote for someone who more aligns with my personal views? Yes.

Is voting for Harris the only way to stop Donald Trump and Project 2025? Yes.

Disclaimer for the blog: To be 100% transparent, this is only my (Fanya’s) opinions. Although this is a shared blog, I cannot claim that my stance and my voice speaks for everybody involved in this blog. Some members are not American. Some may have different takes. All I know is that all of us are anti-Trump. Don’t go after my friends if you have beef with what I’m saying. I’m trying my best here.

[spyeriasecret]

and now it's time to play WOULD GRAVITY FALLS CHARACTERS RESPECT YOUR PRONOUNS (pre-weirdmageddon) (non gravity falls fans take this as a sign.)

DIPPER PINES - not sure he'd understand the concept immediately, but would catch on quick because he understands what it's like not being called something you want to be called

MABEL PINES - YES. no question about it. there's so many things i could say here. she'd correct herself for THINKING the wrong pronouns.

STANLEY PINES - understands and correctly genders you for all the wrong, crime-related reasons! bro is the king of preferred names. you say "hey i'm actually exam/ple" and he'll be like "AH. I GET IT. WINK. DO YOU ALSO WANT TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN THE COPS ARE IN TOWN" like i cant overstate this. if you say hey i want to change my identity he will pull out a stack of fake IDs and have you pick one. he's a little confused but he got the spirit!

STANFORD PINES - if you ever need a guy to not grasp a modern-day concept, call this guy! he'd do his best, but only because he wants to be nice. he does Not understand. give him a little bit of systematic exposure and he'll get it! he will take a scientific approach! but he'll get it! somebody get this man 2024ccs of woke liberalism stat

SOOS RAMIREZ - calls you dude and bro. does not call you anything but dude and bro. he knows what you are and he respects that! but let's be real honest here.

WENDY CORDUROY - incredibly supportive and super chill. if you were still in the closet, she'd do the mouth zip motion thing. you get it. she's so awesome about you

WADDLES - oink?

GIDEON GLEEFUL - yes to your face! no behind closed doors. he'd probably call you "that queer" while villain monologuing in his room . i can hear it in his voice

BUD GLEEFUL - THE gravity falls homophobic youth pastor let's be for real he'd say "it's not too late to turn to God" as a christian trans person i'm pretty sure God thinks about lgbtq+ kids and fraudulent capitalists on two separate ends of a very long line

SHERIFF BLUBS & DEPUTY DURLAND - do i even have to say it. i'm gonna say it. solid top and DEAD SERIOUS bottom. they ARE the loud and proud gravity falls lgbtq+ community. if they're transphobic i'll eat my socks.

CANDY CHIU - i know what you guys are thinking . "oh candy's so sweet of course she'd respect your pronouns!" CANDY MOTHERFUCKING CHIU WILL NOT ONLY RESPECT YOUR PRONOUNS, BUT SHE WILL GO OUT OF HER WAY TO USE THEM AT ANY POSSIBLE MOMENT. if she sees somewhere to say your pronouns, she will DO it. because she LOVES YOU. and also she'd fight anyone who gets it wrong!

GRENDA GRENDINATOR - trans. she loves you. will help candy fight anybody who gets your pronouns wrong.

FIDDLEFORD MCGUCKET - honestly this is a hard one. he could ACKNOWLEDGE! your pronouns! but other than that i'm not sure. pre-memory wipe, i think he'd feel a little weird about it, but it would become nothing to him eventually

PACIFICA NORTHWEST - "ew. what the fuck." and then suddenly she's asking you how you figured that out. For No Reason

ROBBIE VALENTINO - calls you a faggot. is it because he is homophobic? because he is one? because he hates you specifically? the world will never know

BLENDIN BLANDIN - he lives in the year 207̃012. i find it hard to believe they haven't made respecting pronouns mandatory yet.

AGENTS POWERS & TRIGGER - are the pronouns on your legal documents????? it's not funny stop laughign

TYLER CUTEBIKER - gay. his pronouns are get/it. he will respect you (in his own ways)

LAZY SUSAN - forgets you had the wrong pronouns in the first place. she respects you by default

TIME BABY - does not refer to you

BILL CIPHER - he would call you your preferred pronouns but DON'T get it twisted. he does not respect you as a living thing. it isn't bigoted (that would be ironic considering that whole sixer thing) he just doesn't. maybe he'd make HEAVY fun of you for good measure but he's got to dig at somebody somehow. also were pronouns even real in his dimension anything could happen man ????

SHMEBULOCK - shmebulock

(did i forget anybody? let me know)

[thebibliosphere]

It’s been a while since I fever dreamed the plot to something, but I just woke up from a literal fever dream set in a futuristic version of New York where Tom Hiddleston and his pet cyborg owl are entrenched in a spy thriller buddy-cop narrative, only to get swept up in the conflicting heartfelt rom-com narrative of Dakota Johnson who, after a series of unfortunate breakups, has sworn off love and committed herself heart and soul to her job as a curator at Futuristic Met Museum. This is much to the distress of her weed smoking, shroom taking trans lesbian mothers and their elderly dog, Jeff, who just want her to find happiness and love.

As part of his cover, Tom and his cyborg owl, Frank, move into the same apartment where he’ll be staying for several months while he plans to steal a diamond from the Met. I think if you held it up to the light it would project nuclear launch codes that’d been etched onto it. Don’t ask me, my brain was more focused on making the cyborg owl into the wise-cracking comic relief. It kept saying things like “wow Tom, you really are a jack of owl trades” or “don’t worry, Tom, owl always love you.”

The pair meet in the lobby where Tom manages to piss off Dakota by not holding the elevator for her while she is carrying heavy boxes. The apartment building, however, is old and shitty, and he gets stuck in the elevator, requiring him to be rescued by one of Dakota’s mothers who also happens to be the super. Dakota huffs her way out the stairwell just in time to hear her mother inviting the “nice British man” to dinner, much to her chagrin as she realizes that her mom is trying to set her up with the asshole and the cyborg owl that sits on his shoulder like a parrot.

Tom, who finds out she works for the met over said dinner, decides to go along with it as he realizes she’d be the perfect cover to get into the Met Museum for an upcoming gala event—not to mention the perfect person to take the fall for his theft—and begins wooing her relentlessly, assuring Frank, the cyborg owl, that it’s all just part of the mission.

Eventually, the pair fall for each other for realzies, and Tom is conflicted over using her to steal the diamond but his time is running out because we also find out he went rogue for a while after his partner died and was using his skills to work freelance for an international crime syndicate and now the mob is after him?????

Anyway, he’s about to confess all to her on the night of the gala when she gets a phone call from her moms letting her know that their elderly dog, Jeff, is dying so the pair rush back to the apartment and take him to the nearest cyborg vet in the hopes of saving him. En route, the mob find them and start shooting at the flying car they’re in and it leads to a comedic shouting match between the pair along the lines of “what do you mean you’re an international spy and the mob are after you? Ugh, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner! I told you everything about me!”

“Oh, yes, your embarrassing high school stories are exactly the same thing as divulging international secrets. Tell you what, after this let’s get a coffee and I can tell you some highly sensitive top secret information to even out the playing field.”

Anyway, Frank the cyborg owl manages to take out the mob car chasing them with a grenade (????!), and the pair get Jeff to the cyborg vet in time. The dream shifted after that to Dakota helping Tom to figure out how to break into the Met so he can get the diamond, not because she loves him and he helped save her childhood dog, but because she wants him gone. Tom accepts her help and storms off to his own apartment where Frank the cyborg owl is poignantly silent save to say “take some Tylenol”

“…what?”

“Wake up, you need Tylenol.”

Which is what sent me rocketing upright in bed, dizzy and dehydrated, pounding migraine headache, drenched in sweat and running what the thermometer tells me is a 102 fever.

Which brings us to now where I’m downing Tylenol in the dimly lit kitchen, guzzling water and typing this all up on my phone because there’s no way I’m going to remember all this in the morning but damn if it wasn’t a fun dream.

Anyway, shout out to Frank the cyborg owl for waking me up before my brain fried ✌️🦉. I’m going back to bed.

[corvinafeathers]

erm... Leon Kennedy because... Yes.

reader's dialogues are not prioritized in this. more Leon actually. can you tell I like Leon? this takes place in re4 and finishes in infinite darkness.

"oh, yes. oh, yes. They both reached for the gun, the gun..."

September 30th, 1998. It's a day Leon would never forget. the day his whole life collapsed, the hope of becoming a police officer. Shattered even before fulfilling it.

That day, the cop inside him had died, giving birth to a new him. No longer a police officer—an agent. Picked by the President to join an elite organization. They called it 'Division of Security Operations.' DSO for short.

Not that he had a choice in the matter, after all, it was his safety and Sherry Birkin's. He traded both of them for another life that would have him into death and battle.

After that, he was sent to be trained, to become a great agent. Suitable to become one of the President's shields against bioterrorism and whatnot.

The training, it was misery. Suffering, he felt it all. But at least in the meantime, it kept his mind off the tragedies that he witnessed in raccoon city.

Lucky—he considered himself. If it wasn't for the hangover, he would have been as good as dead as the zombies in raccoon city that night.

He endured six years, training to become a soldier. During those six years, he met another trainee for the DSO. [F. Name] [L. Name] she called herself.

From the times they've had the chance to encounter each other, Leon gathered three things about her. One, she's a lone wolf. Her presence during team activities is seldom, and she seems to dislike having to team up. She mostly works rogue. Two, she has a strict mental schedule she seems to follow. Three, she has an intimidating aura to her that makes it hard for others to approach her. However, her true strength lies in her nature.

Leon always finds himself studying her sometimes.

But, there are times where they get along well. Either way, they both had a silent friendship.

After six years of training under Major Jack Krauser, both passed all the training and were able to fulfill their duties before finally becoming full-fledged DSO agents.

Being a DSO agent comes with the responsibility of carrying out top-secret and important missions, and as of the moment, he and her are in the motion of carrying one out.

Moreso, more important than any other mission. Save the President's daughter, so were the orders. No space for any objections.

Now sitting behind on a cop car in Spain, Leon reminisces his memories of Raccoon City, the pain, the traumatic event. Nightmares that plagued him at night.

"So, tell me Yanqui, what brings you here to this horrible place? As close to nowhere." The local cop inquires, looking back at both of them in the backseat.

[F. Name] stays quiet, looking out of the window and to their surroundings. Woods, she notes. Leon rests his chin on his hand, "Let's say—looking for someone."

The man chuckles, "Must be very important—" he leans back in his seat, "—Chief gave the orders himself, help them he said."

Leon looked at him, "Well, I'm sure you boys didn't come out here to roast marshmallows..." The cops spare a laugh, and Leon shrugs. "... Or maybe you did."

The cop chuckles, throaty, "I'm gonna let you in on a little... Secret. People have gone missing here. Maybe it's been that way for a while now."

Leon's interest is piqued and so is his partner's. [F. Name] raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Leon looks at [F. Name] from the corner of his eye, "Well, should just be another day at the office, right?"

The drive proceeds a bit longer before the car stops just at the entrance to the village. The older cop looks back at both of them, announcing his issue. "Nature calls, eh? Be right back."

The older one leaves the car and off to his destination. The other one laughs as they exchange words, taking out a pack of cigarettes, and offering it to the Agents.

He looks back to Leon, offering one. "You smoke?" Leon waves a hand in rejection, he moves his attention to the silent Agent. "You?"

[F. Name] looks back at him, eyeing the cigarette. "No thanks."

The cop tucks the pack back, lighting the cigarette between his lips. Leon turns his attention back to the surroundings.

It's been minutes, and yet... The cop hasn't returned yet from his nature break. The younger cop hums, "He sure is taking his time? Did he fall in?"

The cop looks back at the pair, "Maybe you both should go look for him?"

[F. Name] looks at Leon, who looks back at her. They both get out of the car, and into the cold winds of the night.

The cop leans back in his seat, "I'll watch the car. Wouldn't want to get a parking ticket, hm?"

[F. Name] grieves a sigh, Leon murmurs. "So much for the help."

Together, they both navigate the dark. Searching for the officer, they come across a house. They both enter and are met with a man. They trail behind him, Leon speaks up. Asking the man a question in Spanish. But the man keeps whispering in his tongue, ignoring his question and sitting by the fire.

[F. Name] looks around the house, and Leon spots an object on the floor, picking it up, he notices it as the ID of the cop. Bloodied.

Suddenly, [F. Name] yells out. "Behind you!"

Thanks to his reflexes, Leon was able to stop the axe in the man's hand from impaling his skull with his knife. He pushes him back, kicking him to the wall. Breaking his neck in the process and rendering him dead for good.

[F. Name] whispers out next to him, "Shit... What the hell?"

Leon looks back at her, but before he can even say a word, a scream tore through the air.

The Agents lock eyes, before nodding and walking to the basement. The pair investigate the room, finding nothing.

But, the creaking of wood beneath feet resounds, and their guns are immediately taken out. From the staircase, pops out the man whose neck was broken by Leon—wasn't he dead?

In a heartbeat, they release bullets to the slowly advancing man. They shoot him, once, twice, and more. Finally, after the nth bullet, he relents and falls to the ground.

"What the fuck...?" Says Leon, as he looks at the now corpse.

[F. Name] stays behind him, eyeing the corpse with intrigue and a hint of distaste.

Six years. Enduring six long years just for the sake of a mission, pretending to be a soldier. Guising herself into making others believe that the reason she became what she is right now is to avenge the death of those who perished in the Penamstan Civil War.

What bullshit. [F. Name] never cared about those things. The Organization, those shits never gave a damn. Prideful bastards who like to play God to feel superior.

It's become way too tiring to her, playing a good soldier just to obtain something that would destroy the world. Pretending to be a saint. Who gives a damn? Everyone in this world was stuck in hell either way.

That's why, [F. Name] deludes herself... That one day, she can just escape the mercenary life and live as a nobody.

Maybe she can die in the job too. At this point, Death is the only way to freedom from her views.

And that's also why, when she catches sight of a man dressed in a military get-up she clicks her tongue and shakes her head in disappointment. And that's also why before this mission comes to an end, she'll kill the rookie who escaped raccoon city and fake her death. Make it seem like both of them failed the mission.

That way, she can finally return and stop this false act of hers.

Leon scours the room, finding a window open. Intrigued and a bit suspicious, he walks up to it, gun poised in his hand.

However, before he could fully come up to it, a gun cocks behind him and the sound of heels hitting oak tore throughout.

"You can stop right there, Leon." Leon can almost feel his breath hitch at that voice. How?

"Wouldn't want me to use this, now." The voice adds, and Leon drops the gun in his hand, the firearm clattering to the ground.

Leon raises his hands up, "Well after six years, that is one hell of a greeting—Ada."

The woman clad in red, Ada, hums in amusement. "You don't seem surprised. Interesting..."

Leon plants his left foot one step, before he winds around and takes the gun away from the mercenary but she puts up quite a fight and it ends up with Leon pressing his knife against her throat.

"Try using knives next time," He breathes out, looking into her eyes. "Works better for close encounters." A little something he learned from Krauser.

"Impressive." Ada comments, a smile curling on her lips. Leon steels his look, "Who are you working for this time, Ada?"

Ada separates herself away from him. "Oh Leon," she starts. "You know I don't work and tell."

Leon scoffs, putting the knife back to its holster. Ada looks at him, before she speaks again. "Leave them. That girl's lost no matter what."

Ada adds one more thing that has Leon pausing in his footsteps. And his heart pumping. "Especially that woman. She's your partner? Leave her—she'll bring you down."

Ada walks to the window, "And maybe, I'll give you that greeting you want."

Leon ignores the last part, burying it into his mind. Ada leaves again, and he's left to his thoughts.

Where's [F. name]?

After all that training, Leon never imagined he would come across Krauser. Even more so here in Spain, he never imagined that Krauser would also throw away his humanity just like that.

"You know, you were always an asshole." Leon remarks, looking up at the Former Major who was perched up on high ground. "But at least you had some kind of code—some honour!"

Krauser looks at him, "Enough reminiscing." He jumps to a lower ground. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!" Was the only warning Leon got, before Krauser rained fire on him.

Not long after that, Leon and the man engaged in battle. Raining fire, blades clashing. It all ended in one way, Leon piercing the man's heart with a knife.

Krauser rasped out, "I trained you well... Leon."

Leon stood up, looking at the blade's shine, seeing his own reflection as he watched the blood drip down. "That you did, Major. That you did."

"Indeed." [F. Name] remarked, coming up from a corner. "Let's go. No use grieving a traitor."

Leon looks up at her as she walks away, looking back at Krauser's body he follows right behind her.

"Where did you go?" He asks, now walking beside her, matching her foot pace. She hums, "Took care of something."

Leon stays silent after that, thoughts pondering. About what Ada said... Why? What was the reason?

Leon shakes his head, dismissing unpleasant thoughts about his partner. I'm sure it was just nothing.

Really?

Leon finds out that Ada was right. When he encounters Saddler, he finds his partner with him. By his side.

"[F. Name]! What are you..." Saddler chuckles, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder. The Agent—was she really?

"You see, this Lamb had become one of my hands. In the meantime that you ran around, she made deals with me." Leon's eyes dart from Saddler to his supposed partner. [F. Name]... For what? But, why?

"Just give me what needs to be given to me, Saddler. I owed my part, you should owe yours." Saddler chuckles, before giving her a container. A sample of the Plaga.

Leon shouts out at her, "[F. Name]! What are you doing?!"

[F. Name] regards him with a look, a look of dismissal. "What I've been ordered to from the start," she smiles, though it lacks mirth and more venom. "Thanks for the hand. I'll make sure to write your obituary."

[F. Name] taps the container, walking by Saddler and shooting the grappling gun to higher ground and boarding a helicopter before leaving the island, leaving Leon and Ashley to fend for themselves. Say Hello to Krauser for me in the afterlife, Leon.

Leon looks at the vehicle she left in, her betrayal sinking its fangs deep into him. Releasing the venom that she had struck him with.

That's... That's just not right, [F. Name]

After that stressful mission, Leon comes back to the USA with the baggage of betrayal left by his former partner—and also a former friend.

He reports back to the DSO, telling them the details of what happened. As well as the betrayal of one of their own.

"Agent [F. Name] has betrayed the DSO. This proves after she had aided the Cult Leader Osmund Saddler and took a sample of the Las Plagas with her." He reported, still feeling the bitter sting of betrayal. The feeling as raw as a wound.

But, life still moves and rotates just as the way the world turns to give birth to day and night.

As the years pass, Leon is marked by life. Pain and grief making marks on him.

—2006, a hacking incident is reported in the White House. And Leon is called to investigate it, however, sudden issues arise and instead of the President greeting him, zombies are doing it instead.

He encounters another Agent, Patrick, was his name. There were two more Agents, Jason and Shen May.

They were called particularly to investigate, four of them, selected and trusted.

As they progressed, Leon learned that two of the agents—Jason and Shen May, were conspiring against Defense Secretary Wilson.

Jason had explained the situation to Leon after they escaped from the submarine. But, Leon had none of it and refused to help.

Which lead to now, Leon and Shen May came face to face with a mutated Jason confronting Wilson who sat on the metal floor holding his bleeding neck.

Claire Redfield was there too, bound by ropes on a chair. Thankfully, she was set free before the acid could even touch her.

On the floor, Wilson cried out, "Ah! [F. Name], help me! Get rid of this barbarian!"

Leon's Heartbeat quickened at that mention, before spotting a silhouette high up, a weapon in hand. Could that be... [F. Name]? Was she working with Wilson?

Before he could even process it, she had shot the mutated Jason, inflicting enough damage to allow Wilson to crawl away.

Leon was tempted to go after her, finally get the answer he's been depraved of. Especially when she locked eyes with him for a second before she turned away and disappeared.

But, there were more pressing matters at hand right now. They had to get out of here, and quickly before they too, get vaporized by the acid.

After all was done and dealt with, Leon meets with Claire again. She's wearing a cast, no doubt from the fall she took when they were escaping.

"About the chip..." Claire starts, looking at the Agent. "Do you have it?"

Leon sighs, "I thought you called 'cause you wanted to grab dinner."

Leon looks down for a moment, "I can't."

Claire retorts, "What?" Her brows furrow and she lets out an angry sigh, "So that's how it's gonna be? You do things your way and I do things mine?" She shakes her head, "... Fine."

She huffs, before turning away and leaving. Leon stares at her back for a few seconds before he turns away, one thought coming back to his mind.

Why is [F. Name] here? And why did she get involved with Wilson in the first place?

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

My thoughts on Ep. 4 - I Plunge to My Death, A rant

First off, Sally and baby Percy scene was so cute. I swear to god, no one will ever top Sally Jackson for being the best mortal parent in the series.

That Percabeth bonding scene in the train. Bruh, I cannot wait for the Kindness International truck and Waterland scenes.

Annabeth opening up about her Dad and Percy utterly shocked that not all mortal parents are like his Mom.

Frederick’s college ring on Annabeth’s necklace. To non book-readers, yes, that's her Dad's name.

Annabeth having to earn Thalia’s respect.

Luke caring for Annabeth right away just makes it more gut-wrenching and heart-breaking with what he’s about to do. (SPOILER ALERT) “Family, Luke. You promised.”

Grover being super grouchy when he doesn’t get enough sleep. And as someone in their twenties, I totally could relate to him.

This convo:

Percy : Can I ask a dumb question?

Annabeth: It's like you need me to make fun of you.

That's it, that's their relationship.

Mentioning the god of the wild, Pan, and that there are searchers for him.

How that convo basically went:

Train Cop: I don’t think you wanna take that tone with me, little girl.

Annabeth: EXFUCKINGCUSE ME?

Grover: Annabeth, no-!

Echidna calling the cops on 3 minors, just screams typical Karen behavior.

The St. Louis Arch being an actual temple of Athena is a nice change from Annabeth just wanting to go sightseeing.

This convo:

Percy: You've done more for me in the past few days than my father has done in my entire life. If I had to stick with someone, I-

Annabeth: Careful, I think you were about to call me a friend.

Percy: *stumbles because of the poison from the stinger*

Annabeth: *catches him*

Again, that’s their relationship.

Annabeth and Grover splashing water at Percy at a fountain when there’s a big-ass river nearby. Idk, but I find that funny.

Athena letting Echidna and the Chimera into the Arch because it wounded her pride? OH, HELL NO!

Athena’s Logic: Punish her devotee because someone close to them did something that wounded her pride. Medusa=Poseidon; Annabeth=Percy. She didn’t even gave a f*ck that the devotee in question is her own daughter. WTF, ATHENA!

I always thought Zeus has the crown for being the deadbeat absent godly parent, but Athena is slowly giving him a run for his money.

Annabeth deciding to sacrifice herself so Percy and Grover can continue the quest. WTF!

Percy tricking Annabeth into taking the final stand himself. Dude, your fatal flaw is showing.

Annabeth having to deal with a forbidden child sacrificing themselves for her safety AGAIN (With Thalia, and now Percy). Girl must be traumatized.

Grover having to go through it again as well.

The Chimera being terrifying than how non clear-sighted mortals see it.

Poseidon “always been here/so hard for me to stand back” Daddy to the rescue.

This:

Percy: *gets stuck underwater*

Nereid: It’s okay. You father sent me-

Percy: Oh, hell no! *tries to swim harder*

Percy only now realizing he can breath underwater. Like, of course, he can. He's Poseidon's kid.

We're only in Episode 4 and it's already so good. Can't wait for the episode 5.

[thetrashbagswasteland]

Today only from a card carrying member of the Castis Vakarian Appreciation Squad, a refresher on canon since there's a not-zero number of people in 2024 who seem blissfully unaware of how much we know about this man in canon (including andromeda yes the game is canon go cry about it).

He's a cop. Yes Castis works for C-Sec, implied within the same unit/building as Garrus and to the contrary of his son, is implied to be both good at his job and well-regarded for it. (This will be important for later points try to remember it.)

He has alien friends. Castis is canonically one of Alec Ryder's best friends. They're good enough friends that he passes on rumours/heresay about the Reapers to him and reminisces about spending time with him on the Citadel. Any turian old enough to have been an adult during the FCW and who has human friends as of canon prolly isn't a miserable old xenophobe. Whilst no, working at C-Sec doesn't exclude him from having shitty thoughts about Krogan and Quarians, it's a fairly good sign he's not anti-alien on the whole if he'll befriend a human.

He's got a personality. How dare minor characters have those! But more seriously, acting as if Castis is portrayed as nothing but a rule-worshipping automaton is doing him a disservice. If nothing else, his willingness to befriend and hang out with Alec, who's very much of the opinion that rules are guidelines to be circumvented when at all possible, shows that he's capable of nuance and maybe even a dash of line-pushing of his own accord. Maybe he's comfortable within the system and trusts law and order as set out legally above all else but c'mon guys, you don't hang out with a guy who goes on to break AI law and get dishonourably discharged (and then remain friends with him after that when it's made damned clear few others do) without being able to see shades of grey.

He trusts his son. This one I suspect may be more contentious BUT let's be honest here, Garrus isn't an easy person to be around. We hear about the pair of them clashing on the job and within their personal lives about the spectres but here's the thing: Garrus winds up on a secretive mission with a human and xenophobic terrorist group, after running off to a lawless hellscape to play batman. He remains distant until done working with Cererbus and then returns home with a crazy tale about a dead human spectre, genocidal robots from the year dot and half his face missing. Castis not only believes him but does so willingly enough that he does everything he can to help him get the news to the right people, just in case he's right. Equally, whilst we don't have an exact date for when the call with Alec occurs, it's post-start of ME1 at the very least and within that he's already willing to take what Garrus is saying Shepard says at face value. Within that call, it's made patently obvious that no matter what, he still trusts Garrus on some level and is proud of him on top of that trust.

He cares deeply for the people around him. Perhaps this one's linked with 3 but whatever, my post, my rules; in the comics, the picture we're painted by (unreliable narrator) Garrus is that of a driven, cold man who doesn't care enough about his own family. This is why he doesn't come home when Mama Vakarian gets hurt, we're told, and we're expected to take that as face value even when she herself says that by the time he can get away from work and be back there, she'll be mostly healed. Kinda contrasted by the fact that he seemingly retires/takes time off from C-Sec to be with his wife when she's dying. Now, the details are kinda fuzzy on the whys and hows but during ME3, he and Solana escape Palaven together. Maybe the war's going poorly enough that they're able to finagle staying together through the draft, maybe they come across one another purely by luck, we don't know. Either way, rather than attempt to get back to the Citadel and to where he presumably still had a job and/or was needed, he sticks with his daughter. Can't do anything more to help his son but he's gonna stick with at least one of his kids to make sure she survives. As well as all this, the "do things properly or don't do them at all" lesson Garrus struggles with from him is (gasp) not bad advice for their situation. He's trying to teach his son important life skills and whilst there's no denying he's going about it wrong, a key point is in fact that Garrus learns to master the gun he's struggling to fire and it in fact becomes one of his specialities! He becomes an exceptionally good marksman! The lesson fucking worked! He still, regardless of the reasons for it, seems to support and be content with Garrus not fulfilling his mandatory 15 but instead joining C-Sec and (worse still) doesn't have too much of an issue with him consorting with Spectres. Perhaps he's not best pleased but he definitely comes to accept that that's how things are irrespective of his own feelings about them as either a concept or as people (his belief that Garrus being a spectre would be a terrible no good very bad idea is, in fact, backed up by canon as being entirely correct too).

Conclusion/TL:DR. Take a lesson from Castis Vakarian himself here, either write about this man properly or don't write him at all, I'm begging y'all. There's an awful lot more to this character if you think about him and put together the information canon gives us on him, so do so.

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando X OC) Bad Boys chapter 6

Chapter 6 

The morning came all too quick for Amora as she rolled out of bed after getting absolutely no sleep due to the events from last night, between debating if she should call the cops and her nightmares. 

Coming out of a long 30-minute steaming hot shower, she did her usual beauty routine, needing some normalcy. After seeing what her neck looked like, she put on her black satin jumpsuit that had a halter top scarf and gently wrapped it around her neck. Thankfully, the bruise wasn’t too bad, but it was kind of sensitive.

Once she was done getting dressed, she put on the last bit of her make-up and jewelry, and she ran downstairs to start prepping her breakfast but was quickly met with a shirtless, mummified Armando going through her fridge.

Mouth agape at the scene in front of her, she quickly found some words to spew at the man: “What the hell are you doing in my fridge, and how'd you get out of the room!?” 

Armando stepped out of the fridge, holding sandwich ingredients and placing them on the counter next to him before shrugging nonchalantly and fixing his food.

“I'm hungry, so I came to the kitchen... to eat,” was the deep response. Goodness, his voice was like coffee to her—smooth and mouthwatering to hear. 

She looked to the guest room door and saw the stopper she had was all bent and broken. She squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and calmed herself.

"Armando, we both agreed that you would stay in the room until I took you out.” 

“Thats right, we did,” he hummed in agreement with her.

She stared at him, completely stumped by what to do in this situation with this man—this criminal—who is always escaping everything she traps him in. She couldn't even think of anything to say; she was never the quickest with wit. Instead, she focused her thoughts on her errands that she needed to run and what she was going to do with the man. 

Said man was watching Amora with his side eye while he was eating his sandwich. He couldn't figure out much about her. Besides her obvious beauty, he could see that she was quiet and reserved, maybe even more so than he was. Given how her house was the only one nearby for miles or how she didn't even have pictures around the house of friends, family, or even herself, he could tell she was a lonely woman. 

The only other things he could grasp were that she cared for her dog, her self- vanity by how she's always looking in the mirror trying to fix her appearance, and her art. All the paintings and trinkets he's seen in the house when he was snooping have the same style and feel, and they all have the same tiny signature: ‘ The letter A in a heart shape is connected to the cursive letter J. 

She was like an enigma to him, and even more so since she exposed her connection to Victor “El Segador’. How could a woman like her be involved with such a twisted man? He has no idea. His family had their own dealings with the man, and they've always tried to keep transactions with him very small. Even his own mother hated the man; she always said

”Está sin honor, sin respeto, ni siquiera el diablo camina con él." (He’s without honor, without respect; not even the devil walks with him.) 

He carefully watched Amora as she picked up her cell but relaxed when he realized she was on the phone with the vet, seeing about making an appointment for the stupid dog. He made sure to check on the wound that the little shit gave him this morning to make sure he was good. 

“Are you sure he will be, okay? Will he need medication? .........yes, he can walk he's just limping......I understand, but if you don't mind swinging by the office just to make sure he's good, I would really appreciate it. Thank you, Mrs. Swanson. Okay, bye, see you soon.” 

He continued staring at her, unashamed, not looking away when she met his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. 

“Can you go find a shirt to put on, please? I need to go out, and you're not staying here alone. Plus, we need to get you some clothes and whatever else you need,” she told him, trying not to get flustered over how it felt just a little bit intimate, with her having a half-naked man in her kitchen, talking about running errands. 

Armando felt a small smirk breakout on his face at the flustered woman, and part of him couldn't help but tease.

“Don't lie and tell me you're not enjoying the view, mi amor.” 

Her face tightened at hearing him call her ‘Mi amor’, feeling his smirk deepen a bit more at getting under her skin.

“My name is Amora, and I don't like staring at men who like to put their hands on women.” 

His smirk faltered a little at the accusation. He stepped away from the counter, prowling up to Amora, seeing the worry cross her face but standing her ground as he got closer to her.

“Oh mi amor, see, you got it all wrong... The only time I put my hands on a woman,” he breathed out, bringing his face down closer to her, leaving only an inch between them, his voice getting deeper and more suggestive. 

"Is when she's on her knees, begging for it” 

A quiet gasp released from Amora’s lips, brushing over Armando’s. Her eyes were snapping wide, and her face was getting extremely hot as the words he spoke were bouncing around her brain, hearing every single word he said in that sentence. 

Her heart started beating so loudly that she was sure he could hear it, and she knew she should say something back or even do something, but she was truly left speechless and confused. 

Armandos eyes were gleaming with smugness at her lack of words.

“¿Qué pasa amor? ¿El gato te comió la lengua?” (What's the matter, love? (Cat got your tongue?)

Amora snapped out of her daze and pushed him back, face gleaming with anger and something else.

“You know, you got a problem with personal space” she lamely hissed at him and turned around, calling for bowser so that they could go, Armando stood there gazing at hips saunter bringing his eyes to her toned bare back, his eyes going lower to her voluptuous ass.

“Stop standing there and hurry up; it’ll take us an hour to get there,” she yelled at him without turning around. 

He let out a short chuckle and responded back, heading back to the room.

“Whatever you say, mi amor.”

He heard her let out a small growl, hearing her turn around to retort, but he got to the room door and looked at her, sending a wink, shutting the door before she could say anything back.

Amora's face tightened into a snarl,hands balling into a fist, at the man getting the last word. He’s going to drive her crazy.

She heard Bowser's collar jingle, and her head snapped to where it was coming from, and she saw him limping from the living room, her mind coming off from what just happened.

Her heart warmed and her face softened upon seeing her baby, and she went to pick him up to go take him to the car. But not before grabbing some of his treats since car rides weren’t his favorite. 

“It’s going to be okay, baby, you got this,” she wooed at him before placing him back down to put on her favorite black-pointed toe heels and grabbing her car keys. 

Picking up Bowser again, she made her way to the back of the house, passing by her home gym and to the garage, opening it up, letting the sunlight fill in the room, and on her second baby, her blacked-out AMG GT Mercedes. 

She unlocked the door and carefully manured Bowser into the small of the back seat and gave him a treat to get him comfortable, and she turned in the car to have the AC start to battle off the Florida heat. 

“Nice car” came from directly behind her, causing her to snap up and turn. She came eye to eye with Armando, who was wearing a white plain t-shirt that was also tight on him with the dirty boots he showed up to the house in. 

Upon realizing he would have to get in her car with those dirty shoes, she passed him shoe booties to cover his feet. Confused, he grabbed the booties and looked at her weirdly.

“You’re not going to get in my car with those on,” she said, giving his shoes a pointed look before crossing her arm under her chest bringing Armando’s attention down to her breast seeing the thin satin jumpsuit hiding her hardening nipples. 

Catching his eyes, she cleared her throat and brought her arms up higher trying to cover her chest. He peered back at her face and smirked, walking over to the passenger side, leaving Amora standing there, her heart slightly racing and her stomach tighenting.

She shook her head, wondering what her problem was. Not understanding the way he makes her feel. Amora, get it together, girl. We were just fighting not even 24 hours ago,” she reminded herself. 

Brushing off the tension she was feeling, she got in the car and headed to town, hoping for a smooth ride.

~~~~~40 minutes later ~~~~

 

It definitely was not a peaceful ride. Bowser kept growling at Armando and trying to snip at him whenever he could. 

“¡Maldición! Control your damn dog!” (Damn it!)

Like now. Amora tightened her hands on the wheel out of annoyance at having to deal with these two. 

""Well, maybe if you hadn’t hurt him, you wouldn’t be in this position now, would you? BOWSER SUWARU!” (Sit!)

She scolded the two. Bowser whined before sitting back down in his seat, and she saw Armando snap his head at her before relaxing back in his seat. 

“Why do you teach him Japanese commands?” came the question from the man next to her. She gave him a quizzical side eye before answering him. 

“In case I’m ever attacked and he’s helping, they can’t try to command him. Most people don’t know Japanese, plus it’s his suit name.” She finished out. 

“His name?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at her. 

"Yeah, he’s named after Bowser, from Mario, which was created in Japan.” 

Armando gave a quiet hmm after getting his answer but continued listening as Amora kept talking. 

“My father loved Nintendo; he and my mom visited Japan often. When I was younger, he’d always bring me a gift, and I always loved when he brought Bowser teddy bears, outfits, and all the merchandise. 

Armando gazed at the woman before him who was opening up. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t going to stop her, plus he was actually quite curious about her. 

“Where are your parents now?” He asked, wondering why he hadn’t seen any photos of them or even a phone call. 

“ Dead” 

Oh. Silence hung over them. He glanced at her, seeing her knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel.

““I’m sorry for your loss,” he replied slowly and genuinely. He too knows how it feels to lose parents. The pain of losing his mom was still with them, especially with how it went down, never forgetting her face as she shot him and then seeing her go down by that cop. A pain struck through his heart at the memory.

““Thank you, they died when I was 10... well, actually, they were killed….by Victor.” 

That brought him out of his painful memories, and his head snapped to Amora. 

““What?” He frowned, seeing her eyes narrow and well up at the information she just dropped. She looked at him and quickly looked back, sniffing.

“Victor Ortiz murdered my parents; they were DEA agents working on a case to bring him down. They were actually close to busting him when James McGrath ratted them out. We gave out our information, and Victor and his gang came and invaded our home one night, killing my parents.”

They pulled up to the pet clinic, and Amora just sat in the seat, shoulders tense, looking straight ahead, ignoring the eyes she felt burning into her head.

After a minute of sitting in silence, she put the car in park, flipping down the mirror to make sure she’s looking good before unbuckling her seat belt and getting out and helping Bowser out of the car. 

““Stay in the car; it shouldn’t take long for his leg to be checked,” she instructed the stunned man in his seat. 

He nodded mutely, and she shut the door, prancing inside with Bowser in her arms. He watched her until she disappeared from his vision, questions firing off in his head, but the main one was: if her parents were killed, what happened to her? 

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Authors note:

Hey puddin! That was chapter 6. I hope you liike. I’m trying to move Armando and amor relationship a bit quicker so hopefully it doesn’t feel rushed. But now we know a little bit more about her past yaay!

Also I’m making Armando very flirtatious because in the new movie we do kind of see that he’s shameless (like his damn daddy) specially with that scene when he told Kelly she was fine…. In front of her man. So hope he doesn’t feel too out of character

Anyways I hope you enjoyyy, hopefully I’ll have chapter 7 out by tomorrow night or Monday morning 💕💕

[pendragonsclotpole]

succession but bruce wayne is 45 and tired of having to attend pointless board meetings when he’d much rather be plotting how to get rid of all the stupid money he has (he’s tried everything, invested all of his funds into gotham, secretly funded the justice league and hid it from his tax returns in hopes that the irs would bust him. spoiler: they don’t, they consider his anonymous donations to be charity AND WRITE HIM TAX BREAKS. he’s even given everyone at WE a living wage, offered free daycare, amazing healthcare, in hopes of making running WE so expensive it drives down profits, but all it does it ramp of productivity and stock prices. he’s in too deep. let one of his children handle it pls).

candidate #1: dick grayson-wayne, bruce wayne’s eldest boy, former cop, circus acrobat, college dropout and style icon (TM). he immediately takes himself out of the running when a pap keeps calling him “richard” and he shouts back “dick.” that’s his name, but no one cares. also his pics from his mullet era resurface. the world is never the same again and the board summarily agrees he’s too divisive.

candidate #2: jason todd-wayne. initially the main contender when alleged footage of him breaking into a very important wayne warehouse leaks. he’s shouting “reclaim the means of production.” wayne enterprise stock falls but the internet is in favor. he’s unfortunately taken out of the running as all legal records indicate—he’s dead? but there’s cute footage of a 13 year old jason todd ardently defending the historical accuracy and superb writing of jane austen’s pride and prejudice. he loudly proclaims he’ll marry mr. darcy at the end. his candidacy remains very popular and the internet starts publishing memes about converting to satanism and practicing necromancy to revive jason todd-wayne.

candidate #3: tim drake. a popular front runner for the old guard of gotham as tim’s also the heir of the drake fortune. unfortunately, he runs away screaming every time someone comes up to him asking about the possibility of taking over WE full time. a major scandal breaks out when he’s caught buying something in a shady alleyway, and people are convinced he’s another partying rich boy. until the full footage leaks and it’s revealed he was buying coffee beans from a barista in the alleyway behind a newly opened coffee shop. multiple coffee shops then make posts online that yes, bruce wayne has called each of them and offered them copious sums of money to NOT serve tim drake or anyone representing tim drake caffeinated drinks after 5pm and before 5pm. many of the videos feature framed photographs of fake wanted posters featuring a very tired looking tim. tim, on a caffeine withdrawal posts a tiktok ranting about the injustice of tyrannical parents think this energy:

and the hashtag save tim wayne trends.

candidate #4: damian wayne. except as a twelve year old he’s not really in the running, except he’s the only wayne by blood so some members of the board are gunning for him. one of them kidnaps him, huge mistake, and footage leaks of him chasing his kidnappers with a katana? appears. he’s officially out of the running but it also fuels calls for bruce to be liberated so he can actually parent his children. joke’s on them, damian’s damianess is 99% thanks to richard grayson.

candidate #5: cassandra cain-wayne. she takes herself out of the running but she’s a dark horse because everyone loves her youtube channel Cass Cayne and her business decisions for brand deals are top tier. bruce makes background appearances and the internet learns cass is def the favorite.

candidate #6: stephanie brown. she’s not a wayne? people think? are 99% sure? but like she’s always there? she dated tim drake? maybe? she calls bruce dad!

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S2

Awww, I like that Bond Forger the Dog also gets an intro about HIS secret identity. Equal opportunity deceit

Are we finally going to learn who exacty Yor is fighting? I would like to know!

Been there Anya, I also had little patience for watching the news as as a kid. Though, it seems more important in a pre-internet era

"Okay, you can change the channel." Loid Forger, International Spy, defeated by one (1) sad look from his little daughter

"I absolutely cannot tell him that I got shot in the butt while fighting a group of armed men." 10/10 episode plot, I cannot wait

"I've been relying on her too much without realizing it, and it's upset her. Yes, that must be it! I must do everything in my power to remedy this at once!" Loid immediately blaming Yor's mood on himself and deciding he has to be respond by being a better husband!!! I will keep saying it. He is THE Husband. World's Most Husband

"Why don't we go on a date?" HEE HEE

Puzzling that Yor thinks she hasn't been on a date though, when I can think of at least three dates so far (party-grenade-proposal date, lunch date, and drinks-and-reassurance date)

"I can't leave Anya alone at home, and this is a very important mission to ensure that we remain one happy family." It seems Loid has learned from the spy transmission debacle

"Last night, I came up with 862 date plans to ensure that Yor has fun." He's insane. I want to give him a leetle kiss

HAHAHAHA Franky being absolutely thrilled to bother Loid and Yor on their date. What a friendship 💕

Intriguing that Anya's telepathy has a distance limit. Tell me more!

Honestly, Yor having to position herself in a specific way to avoid pain is relatable. We love a chronic pain queen

"This woman had built up an immunity to poisons." HAHAHAHAHA the poison fixing Yor's pain. Sometimes, drinking does solve your problems!

LMAOOOO them censoring the bomb components. A real "don't try this at home" moment

NOT THE BABY MAKING THE BOMB. ANYA PLEASE

"I'm going to forget all this and live a normal life." Perfect. Forgers reforming their enemies left and right

"If it's not too much trouble, please invite me out again sometime." Never let being married stand in the way of your husband becoming your boyfriend ����

SCREAM at Bond's perception of what Loid does for work. I guess he's closer to the truth than most:

"Are you trying to do this for your... no. Are you trying to get revenge for your friends who were experimented on?" HAHAHA is Loid blushing because he wants to call himself his dog's dad?

FBKFJHFFHKJHF Loid taking on Bond as his mission back-up. He truly can be swayed so easily

WHERE DID LOID GET A DOG-SIZED SKI MASK AHHAHAHA

I love the giant puppy spy sidekick, employ this dog ASAP

"While they're busy playing, I'm going to work hard to get to the top," said Damian Desmond, Six Years Old, for whom The Top was beating all the other little bougie first graders

"Your friendship... preciously elegant." Me whenever I finish hanging out with my friends

I love that Henderson-sensei sends the kids out on a picnic as a punishment. He really is as silly as he is strict

I don't know if this is a vegetarian thing or a cultural thing but it always seems wild to me how people in anime bite into fish, scales and all

"Did you know that the most recent studies in neuroscience suggest that your brain feels really revitalized when you're spacing out?" I like Mr. Green, Grizzled Navy Custodian, too

HAHA Damian trying his hardest to space out. Me when people tell me to practice mindfulness

"Oh, you don't [have a goal], eh? That's perfectly fine!" "Actually, I want to live my life eating lots of snacks." "Splendid! You'll have to think earnestly about how to make that possible." I take it back, I LOVE MR. GREEN

Ready to sob about this field trip actually. AHHHHHHH:

"Good evening, Mr. Vile Trash." ACAB; All Cops are (Weird) Brothers

"What's so wrong about trying to improve the country my family lives in?" Nothing but the hostile, paternalistic nationalism of a Cold War, Frank Perkin, Newspaper Sensationalist and Adult Bully of Wealthy Children

"I'll request that your father gets some financial aid to get by." I feel like that will not make up for imprisoning his son, Yuri, but whatever helps you sleep

"Blech." That's also how I feel about Weird Brother Yuri, Anya

"Revenge will only make you sadder. I'll make you forget about all that with my love." This is the plot of Naruto

Honestly, I was super sold on the Bondman Polycule when it was just him, his spy partner Agent M, and the enemy spy lady who had all linked arms together. I feel like this could work:

"How was anything he did gentlemanly?" Loid said: I'm a one-woman kind of spy

"Lord Damian, how could you possibly pick the joker there." "Shut up!' [Internally] She's so unfair... Damn it! I like to believe Loid might approve of Damian's crush purely because he is also willing to do whatever Anya wants if she makes one (1) sad face

Poor Anya. She's really most suited to using her street smarts

"Garden? The group of assassins who have been in this country for ages? They're basically urban legends, aren't they?" FINALLY we're finding out more about Yor's job!! They do in fact seem at cross purposes with the spies

[Loid already walking away] "He's such a heartless jerk." I bet you $5 he has already decided to help Franky LMAO

Update from 8 min later: Alright, I owe you $5, he didn't care

"Am I normal?! Oh, thank goodness!" said Yor excitedly, as if that were not a moderately suspicious response to being called normal

Excited for an ep with no double-barreled title. Plot progression!

I truly don't know where this falls on the spectrum of ways that anime will depict black and brown characters LMAO. Like Donovan Desmond, the Shopkeeper has an extremely haunting aura:

"You will be providing protection on this mission." Oooooh, change of pace!

"Is there actually any reason why I should continue my job as a killer?" A question every assassin should ask themselves, I think

"HQ may or may not be trying to cut back on our shady overtime practices." Incredible. I can't believe even the underground spy agency has PTO. I wonder who regulates spy labour law

"If not for this bodyguard job, the three of us could've enjoyed this vacation together." AWWW Yor loves her family so much

"You can say this is a gangster's destiny." [Reba voice] A single mom who works too hard, who loves her kid never stops!

"Papa! We need to hurry up and explore the ship before it sinks!" "It's not going to sink! Stop scaring everyone." The fact the staircase looks distinctly modelled after that one scene from Titanic really sells Anya's point

Loid incapable of framing having fun as anything but a mission ljggkjgj truly he might benefit from a Real Psychologist

"That family's just for camoflauge, right?" "Yes, you're right... Is... that true?" I love Yor slowly admitting that she loves her family for their own sake 💗

As Yor was declaring doing her best, I did worry briefly that someone was going to [redact] Olka. Other anime have been less kind to me than Spy x Family

I love Yor making another mum friend in Olka 💞 Gal pals

Finally saying suspicious things in public has a consequence!!

"It's been a while since we've had dinner without Mama." "Yeah, it's a bit lonely." Hee hee, Loid misses his wife

I love the immediate transformation in Yor's face as soon as Olka/Shaty says she didn't order room service

I don't have much to say but I am really entranced by the assassin vs. assassin + informant goings on!!

"I may not look it, but I'm a married woman, so I'll have to decline." Absolutely loving Yor quietly and efficiently beating these hitmen unconscious as she passes through the cruise ship

"Which is it?! Would normal parents buy their child something in this situation or not?!" Loid is incapable of making a decision without thinking about how it looks in relation to him being a spy. Anxiety king

[In Anya's mind] "Yor! You're an assasin who hates frogs? Let's get a divorce. The Forgers are done." Like father, like anxiety-ridden daughter

"I am a normal father. A good father," said Loid, which is frankly not usually something a good or normal father would say

"Papa, you're not excited at all." Loid defeated by one (1) six-year-old's piercingly accurate psychoanalysis

Loid is facing a true Psychological Battle: The Fitting Room

Anya Ultimate Wingman Award for convincing everyone her mum's battle is actually a circus act

Awwww, Zeb, Fake Husband to Olka, likes her. I hope this is a healthy experience in Yor seeing other fake couples work it out, but I do also think Zeb could mega-die

"As long we people continue to be people, conflict will never end." Alright, Director Doomsday, calm down

"What am I? What am I doing this for?" [B Eilish voice] What was I made foooooor?

"Does she hate me? Or is she just going through a rebellious phase?" Loid whenever one of the Forger girls looks upset: THIS MUST BE MY FAULT SOMEHOW

A hasty and confident NO to Assassin Sniff's whole vibes

We interrupt this program to think about how cute Loid and Anya are!! I love Loid entertaining Anya and also supporting her while he thinks she's missing Yor

"Nice, Mr. Husband!" Oh good, we love a bulletproof vest for Zeb!

Truly a wild juxtaposition of Forger Family Fireworks Night:

"This might be a bit late to ask, but would you consider just peacefully going home?" I love you, Compassionate Combat

I'm having a hard time believing all this will happen without Loid eventually noticing; the fireworks are long gone. I actually do hope Loid crashes her battle, Director Doomsday is out cold

"I'm doing this to support my family.... wait. I guess I am also doing this for money. But... no, I make enough to survive now. I'm hunting down bad guys for my country! For my country? Have I always been so righteous? What am I doing this for?" Poor Yor, this is like the worst possible time for an existential crisis

YOR AND LOID BOTH BEING MOTIVATED BY THEIR DESIRE FOR OTHERS TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘

[In Yor's flashback] "Be it for someone else, or for a specific reason, having to endure a merciless job... That's something to be very proud of." I'm sure Loid will acknowledge me. He'll forgive me. I like to think so too, Yor!!

Never mind to Loid helping Yor out, he is busy disarming a bomb threatening to sink them. This truly is the Titanic LMAO

LGLHGLGJHGLJHG Anya accidentally tripping the assassins so they shoot each other. Like mother, like daughter 💖

"You'll be able to enjoy the symphony of agonized screams and roars coming through the wiretaps on this ship." I can't wait for Loid to sink this guy with his own clock-bomb

Update from 30 seconds later: See? Self-owned and sunk

Awwwww Yor really does deserve the baby hug after the day she's had:

"I pray that, someday, you and your family will be able to find true peace." OLKAAAA

"I know it was an emergency, but I ended up casting my family aside again." Loid and Yor having the same crisis about whether to prioritize their family or their jobs 🥺🥺🥺

Loid's blush at Yor catching him skipping as he continues to skip over in her direction. Hee hee

"I hope peaceful days like this will continue forever." ME TOO, YOR!

Get you a mum who would secretly beat up sharks for you ❤️‍🩹

Setting aside how fun snorkeling is, absolutely terrible idea to go into the ocean with an open wound OMG

Loid carrying his whole family is the cutest thing I've ever seen, 10 bajilion/10zo; perfect:

[Internally] "You did a great job." Loid is in loooooove

"I can never tell if he's actually clever, or clumsy." Me either, Handler

Anya learning about the vacation disparity of rich kids LMAO

"If youre going to create a persona for yourself, you need to be strategic and commit." Not Loid turning this lie lecture into a spy lecture in his mind

"Lying is too much work, so I'll try not to do it anymore." Anya's entire set of adult role models do nothing but lie all the time, she really has no frame of reference for honesty

I do a little bit hate the Becky fantasizing about Loid thing, I have been Cardcaptor Sakura'd too much in life

NOT ANYA SELLING OUT HER MUM FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BECKY BEING HER RICH SIX-YEAR-OLD STEPMUM OH MY GOD

I feel like they take a lot of liberties in translating "Loid-sama" as "my precious Loid" but hey, he is precious

"Yor's going to get the wrong idea, somehow." Loid has finally registered that this child is obsessed with him and he is only concerned for wife not thinking he's a freak. A good husband above all else

"I really don't understand the children of rich people." Me either, Loid

I need you to see Loid's face as Becky declares that this is his expression of love for Yor:

"Your heart is as vast as the sky, and you're stronger than the earth itself. You're the perfect lady." Correct, Becky! Yor is amazing

"I had some extra souvenirs left after handing them out to everyone else. Do you want them?" LMAO @ the implication being lost on Fiona that he doesn't even think of her enough to warrant her own souvenir

I will say, I really do resonate with the theme of the ep being Loid is Hot and Amazing to Everyone But No One Will Ever Measure Up to Yor in His Eyes

"Maybe you're too nice, and biting and barking don't really suit you." Everyone in the Forger family is too nice for their job, including Bond Forger, Precognitive Puppy

Awwww Bond trying to help out all the humans with his visions

LNKFHKFHKJFH Loid really just got reprimanded by his dog

"And he went into save [Daisy the puppy]? What an impressive dog!" I love the Spy Dad-Psychic Puppy tag-team ❤️

[Internally] "I am a cool-headed spy. I cannot let my emotions show." Loid remains deadpan through SO many things but his dog looking a little funny while wet is his limit. What a man!

"Don't push yourself too hard. There's someone waiting back home who would be sad if you died." 1) V sweet, dad first, hero second. And 2) This is the second time Loid has directly spoken to his life situation with a simultaneous thinly-veined dog metaphor

WAHHHHHHH Loid and Bond's heroics being acknowledged by Anya giving them little paper Stellas:

Yor immediately joining in and congratulating them for their hard work on their walk!!! I LOVE ONE (1) SPY X FAMILY 😭😭😭😭😭 IT'S A NICE SHOW

[callofdudes]

AleRudy ✨incorrect quotes✨ ft: Valeria, Ghost, and Soap.

Alejandro: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Rodolfo: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Rodolfo: *chokes on something*

Alejandro: Jeez, Rodolfo, don't die on us.

Rodolfo: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

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Rodolfo: Here are two pictures. One of them is your bedroom, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which?

Alejandro:

Alejandro: This one is the dumpster.

Rodolfo: They’re both your bedroom.

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Rodolfo: Do you think sex without love is a sin?

Alejandro: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

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Alejandro: You need to stop swearing so much.

Rodolfo: Shut the fuck up.

Alejandro: Yeah, that's not how you do it.

Rodolfo: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.

Alejandro: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.

Rodolfo: Shit the beep up.

Alejandro:

Rodolfo: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

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Alejandro: Yes, I'm adopting Rodolfo and you cowards can't tell me no!

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Rodolfo: Alejandro...

Alejandro: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

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Alejandro: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Rodolfo: Oh-? Even more humiliating than-

Alejandro: We are not doing this!

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Valeria: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Rodolfo: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

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Alejandro: Well, has Valeria been wrong before?

Rodolfo: How wide are we willing to open this up?

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Alejandro: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and…

Valeria: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma.

Alejandro: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said…

Rodolfo: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

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Rodolfo: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Rodolfo: Valeria is still mad about it, but me and Alejandro were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Valeria, to Alejandro: You know, Rodolfo can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Valeria: *blows airhorn at Rodolfo* GET FUCKED!

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Valeria, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??

Valeria: Wait. I the fuck used this pan…

Rodolfo: It was you the fuck.

Valeria: It was I the fuck…

Alejandro: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Rodolfo: She the fuck.

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Valeria: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime.

Alejandro: I like how this is a "fun" fact.

Rodolfo: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

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Rodolfo: You really believe in Valeria?

Alejandro: Luckily, she believes in herself enough for the both of us.

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Alejandro: Guys where did Valeria go?

Rodolfo: She got arrested.

Alejandro: How the hell-

Valeria: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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Rodolfo, watching Alejandro with the new recruits he's fond of: Ugh

Valeria, watching as well: You know...

Valeria: He doesn't love you. You could always join me and my cartel, we'd treat you better than he does.

Rodolfo: You think I want to join your peacock feather spreading, egotistical little boy band??

Valeria: Ok, sorry I asked

Rodolfo: Yeah, be sorry 😤

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Rodolfo: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Valeria: What’s up your ass this morning!

Alejandro: *walks in* ...Hey.

Valeria: Hmm… nevermind.

Rodolfo: WAIT NO!

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Ghost: They... well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff?

Soap: Um, murder???

Alejandro: Adventuring!

Rodolfo: Tuesday.

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Rodolfo: I give up. I am so tired.

Soap: Get the emergency supply!

Ghost: *carries Alejandro and places him in front of Rodolfo*

Alejandro: *smiles*

Rodolfo: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

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Ghost: Christmas is cancelled.

Rodolfo: You can't cancel a holiday.

Ghost: Keep it up, Rodolfo, and you'll lose New Year's too.

Rodolfo: What does that mean?

Ghost: Alejandro, take New Year's away from Rodolfo.

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Alejandro: What’s up with Soap? He's been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Rodolfo: He's just a little overwhelmed.

Alejandro: Why?

Rodolfo: Ghost smiled at him.

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Rodolfo: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Soap: A doll.

Ghost: A cinnamon roll.

Alejandro: A sweetheart.

Rodolfo:

Rodolfo: ...stop it.

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Rodolfo: What are you getting Soap for the holidays?

Ghost: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet.

Alejandro: I'm getting Soap a divorce lawyer.

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Rodolfo, opening his arms to greet Alejandro after coming home late: Mi amor!!

Alejandro: What's going on?

Rodolfo: I don't know what you mean love, we should go inside now

Alejandro: Where's the body??

Rodolfo: ...

Rodolfo: I don't know what you're talking about-

Alejandro: I'll get a shovel...

I made a few of these up myself, and I'm proud. Giving the babies the chaotic love they deserve.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | John Price

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Chapter One

Jinx. A teenager they approved of as a lost cause incapable of fixing a teenager who is and will forever be rebellious and unfit for society. She herself has earned this designation

A lost cause

Did it bother her? As long as she was at peace then no. But life on the street could never be peaceful, she had never learned that in all her sixteen years of life. Life is never peaceful and everyone lies, ever since she could remember she had been alone, but did that bother her? No. Yes.

She felt lonely, of course, but she also felt that she could make it on her own. A bit of narcissistic thinking, but that's how she thought she would survive, and apparently she succeeded, because she is still alive today.

Miracle.

Lying on the uncomfortable bed of the reformatory she looked up at the ceiling, the teddy bear who accompanied her like a faithful friend lay on her chest exceptionally she would pull him out to hug him she always did when she doubted. It gave her peace of mind as if the teddy bear was the only person dead because he was an object, but she had the feeling that he understood her. As the only

The day was to begin as always wake up after Friday morning toilet breakfast at six o'clock school activities from eight to fifteen free time until seventeen afternoon study time until nineteen showers and sleep. The constant routine that blended into her veins was tedious, of course she tried to find entertainment wherever she fell, but it wasn't enough.

The boredom that entered her nostrils like oxygen that sucks in caused her to be bored. Who would have expected that? She didn't know what to do. She knew to strive for routine, she had already learned many times that it was better not to piss off the guards, it always ends uninterestingly from an intense beating with a baton to leaving her for days in solitary confinement with poor food and drink such that she would not die of thirst.

She longed for freedom, every day she would have prayed to escape this hell, which was called a juvenile correctional facility, but a new name had formed in her mind. Cops' mental institution.

How much she would give to be able to run free again, to feel the same adrenaline rush when she stole something to be able to run away from a familiar shopkeeper again. She longed for that come what may, those were her darkest times, every day she wondered if she would survive.

Would god be so merciful as to give her extra moments of life, before placing new stumbling blocks at her feet, she would give her whole body along with her soul for... for a good home

Every day described was routine, but today... today was something different, she woke up later than usual as if the guards had skipped her. As if they wanted to starve her to death, when she jumped off the top of the bunk bed she noticed Isolde her cellmate. She disappeared not there.

Didn't she wake me up?

Jinx thought, more and more questions were being asked in her head, but there were no answers. The cell was closed, the small wooden table was further against the wall and continued as small, but also large, because two people could write in notebooks on it, the small lamp continued to stand on the desk, the lower part of Isolde's bed was bedded. As they always do when they get up, so they did not forcibly lead her out by herself she left

Why am I alone? As she approached the cold bars of the cell she leaned her hands against them trying to look out through the closed bars she saw nothing. It was dark in the corridor

Is it still night? Am I asleep?

No answers to these questions

Isolde was not there. She was alone, confused unusually. She wouldn't remember Izo was supposed to go to solitary confinement for misbehavior, Izo was more of the docile inmates. Jinx wondered how she ended up here, but the younger girl always brushed off the question by saying she didn't want to talk about it. Jinx did not press

She thought she shouldn't

Isolde didn't press Jinx to talk about her life either, Jinx thought her life was twisted like... How? Well, that's how she always came up with all sorts of twisted things, but now nothing was popping into her head. She let out a shuddering breath and goosebumps appeared on her skin, it was cold in the cells as if she was in a cooler, but the heat to the icy room was gently getting in. And she had nothing to warm herself with anyway, her navy blue prison uniform hung loosely on her body and a white undershirt hugged her chest. Jinx wasn't a fan of buttoning up her uniform shirt, so she walked around with the undershirt on and the navy blue uniform shirt served as outerwear.

The navy blue pants hung on her like a sack of potatoes were certainly too big, but they were fine at the waist, only every now and then she had to pull them up to keep them from falling off her waist and showing the underwear underneath. The washed and slowly deteriorating sneakers that were the only ones that came with her to the prison and had not been taken away were already slightly chafing the teenager's skin, she was definitely slowly growing out of them, but there was no point in asking for new ones yet.

Besides, she loved the shoes too much to leave them behind, they had gone through so much time with her that she didn't want to leave them behind even if it was to end up with bruised feet.

Her legs carried her to the wall, where she impetuously hit the cold brick wall to slowly slide towards the ground to sit on it. As cold as the wall was the cells were never heated only for the winter the guards gave them thicker quilts that was it, if they froze to death the guards did not grieve. To them it was normal, as if every kid in this reformatory was a lost cause as if there was no saving them.

Jinx thought otherwise

Of course that those kids were doing wrong she also committed crimes, but behind every bad act there was a reason. There could have been a myriad of reasons, but the criminals, at least the juvenile ones, were never listened to why they did it, they just had these two phrases written into their files, which hurt everyone.

A lost cause

They could have helped give them another chance. To listen to them. But no.

The authorities thought they knew better what was worth saving and what was written off, everything according to them was listed as unsalvageable, unchangeable. But every kid who came here was panicked. They were afraid. She was also afraid when she came here could she blame the kids there for being afraid? No, but the guards were of a different opinion every day new juvenile prisoners who were not understood and were sent here to change to serve time for their actions were doomed to eternal derision and insults from the prison guards.

Was there anything they could do? No. They couldn't even stand up to them, say enough, that they should stop. There was nothing they could do, they were doomed to it. The reformatory was supposed to teach humility and calmness listening to orders and learning to enter society, but the reformatory only taught how people in authority control us as they lie to us right to our faces mocking us behind closed doors.

Jinx was no longer the youngest, but she was still not an adult, she was a teenager who lived on the streets because that was the way life had chosen her. As if a god had said it was her destiny to suffer forever, but feeling pain, she believed she shouldn't exist after all, she was the one who escaped from her parents' basement to try to survive on her own. At the age of ten she learned quick turns in sprinting, as well as refining her sprinting and mind, when she was eleven she learned to do parkour well jumping from one fire cage to another or jumping over a fence didn't always end nicely at least at first. When she was learning skinned knees and elbows and hands were the norm, but eventually she learned, she also perfected the art of stealing to somehow survive.

The hardest time was in winter, thick clothes blocked some of her movements as well as slowed her sprinting, she couldn't wear anything lighter because she would freeze. Winter was always the hardest like the period when people wish each other happy holidays and the new year she was undergoing the most important test then. Whether it was all she learned on the street or learned from it, she survived winters with difficulty, but then it was a signature that she learned to live in winter. She didn't care about dirt she was constantly dirty, being homeless involved

With constant struggle

With constant filth

And that rats are your friends, unless they have rabies, then not.

And that everyone lies and there is no help on the streets, no friends of the homeless. The rivalry among the homeless was of two camps, either you are their family not even biological family, but family or you are their enemy for life, Jinx chose the term enemy of all. She didn't trust them, she preferred to gather supplies herself and live alone rather than give away what she managed to gather and give to others as generosity, she was the one who gathered it all then why should she give it away claiming that these elderly homeless people need it? They're going to die sooner or later anyway, they're going to die faster than her so why waste food on them?

- Stop feeling sorry for yourself. - the British voice of a familiar guard spoke up. Sullyvan. This nasty guard stole her affection, she liked him. In a friendly form of meaning of course, she loved to tease him and he loved to remind her how much she had fucked up in her life - after you grieve elsewhere," sighed Sullyvan pulling out his keys with a clank.

Raising an eyebrow Jinx watched his movements as he opened the cells, the key went into the lock and was turned the clank of metal against metal echoed through the empty cells and the prison hall. The teenager didn't know what he was talking about. As if a familiar guard caught her unspoken question he smiled - You're out. That's what you do. - He confessed to her, the teenager's lips parted

Going out? To freedom?

She won't have to look at those nasty gray shades of the walls in the cell as well as the walls of the prison, she'll be able to escape this routine that boiled in her veins which she vomited and shit so much she couldn't count. She won't have to eat food in this nasty place, come on it can hardly be called food mostly watered down noodles with some unknown sauce she always wrinkled her face at the sight of it while holding back her vomiting motions.

But she had to eat it to not die, come on she would have gladly jumped into the arms of the dark reaper. But not like this, death by starvation was for those who gave up those who no longer had the will and strength to keep fighting - Oh fuck on, don't think so much," Robert complained, his patience was never great. For that she liked him he often lost patience, but he was a good man a good nicotine dealer - Jeez, you can't just tell me I'm leaving and not give away the details - I muttered raising myself gracefully on my hands to get up from the ground.

- You'll find out all the details soon enough - confessed the guard began to lead me down that familiar dingy corridor, the echo of our footsteps spread along the entire length of the corridor and bounced off the walls - What's there to explain much? I'm going to freedom - the surprise written on the face of the teenager exceptionally amused the guard, who patted her on the shoulder

- You'll be surprised honey, you'll be surprised," he confessed with a slight giggle and his British accent sounded on his lips so that she had to strain her hearing and wits to understand him. If sight kills Sullyvan would be dead more than once he could have already dug himself thousands of graves thousands of times Jinx sent him the same or that threw daggers when she didn't like something - You watch out Sullyvan yet you will find that your dick will get smaller - muttered quietly the teenager entering the room where she had been questioned many times.

She didn't like this room, not because this is where they interrogate all juvenile delinquents, but for the fact that they also used this room for torture as she called it. When someone misbehaved they would take them into this room lock them up and beat them as if they wanted to kill them, but at the edge of life and death they would restrain themselves as if they guessed that what they were doing was wrong, but... they kept doing it self-reflection was lacking and the trauma in the prisoners grew with every fucking day.

Jinx wished the walkers of these youngest had it better, but she could only dream. All she could think about was what was about to happen to her next interrogation? Not then the main one of the guards would come for her. Torture? After all, she hadn't done anything wrong, at least not recently. They could have found out about the cigarette dealer, but then Robert would have been screwed too and not just her, she was already alone in the room a metal table stood in the middle of the room and two black chairs beside it, she couldn't forget how uncomfortable those chairs were she spent hours sitting on one of them as she got up from the table the other day she could sit down that her legs didn't exist. The same for her butt.

She didn't even notice the moment the woman walked in she was quite an older woman to her eye, but she didn't have that many gray hairs, she could have been in her forties, but work had caused her a mass of wrinkles and the little gray hairs that are in her bun and in her bangs - Oho fuck Laswell - muttered Jinx running her hand over her already tired face, a day full of thoughts was slowly killing her

She knew Kate, she was the one who caught her. If only she hadn't trusted her she wouldn't be here, but that trust hadn't disappeared by some miracle she respected this womanodź herself couldn't explain why. Maybe it was the idea she came up with when they tried to catch her, the local police couldn't handle it so they called for better support not the military, but the CIA agency was no longer a go-between as Jinx found out the day she was caught. She was extremely snarky and annoyed, but Laswell saw something in her, but never told her what - Should I be happy to see you? - The rhetoric in Jinx's question was ignored by Kate

- Yes you should. I have an offer," the older woman confessed as she sat down in an uncomfortable chair at the table, feeling sorry for her she doesn't know what she's done sitting down in that chair, "You'll get out of juvie," the woman began as she saw Jinx's eyes glowing her blue irises showed hope which Laswell beat like an egg to scrambled eggs, "But you'll be in the care of the military so you can re-enter the civilian world when the government decides you won't harm anyone," Laswell explained

The hope in the teenager's eyes was extinguished, someone is supposed to watch over her like a child? She is not a child to hell she is sixteen years old. And she is not dangerous! She has changed, no. She hasn't changed.

But the offer sounded so beautiful she wouldn't have to see all those guards' faces anymore, she wouldn't be afraid of whether she did everything right and whether she would end up in this Hall but for the torture. Everything sounded so beautiful, she couldn't believe it

Everyone lies, after all

But. If she turned it down she would be a fool, she didn't know what to do herself. But if an unsuitable and incompetent caretaker came along she could easily escape, but then she would lose a sure roof over her head and food, if she got it at all. New caretakers might not trust her as much and claim that the food they give her is plenty and there would probably be enough to keep her from starving to death, but she would certainly lose weight.

She didn't know what to do

A mass of questions few answers

To trust or not to trust?

What should she do?

She didn't know. She was at the mercy of fate, which was anyway like a flimsy thread that had survived more than she had in her entire life - And what will I get out of it? - asked the skeptical teenager Laswell turned her head slightly to the side without taking her eyes off the younger girl - If you behave well and show the committee that you have changed you will regain your full freedom - stated Kate leaning back crossing her arms on her chest. The teen squinted her eyes wanted to find any sign that Laswell was lying, but couldn't.

Either the agent is so adept at hiding her lies or it's Jinx who can't read them. The offer sounded so beautiful in the teenager's mind - Fine. I'll go," Jinx stated, "But what if I don't change? - she asked suddenly, when Laswell started to get up, the older woman interrupted her activity to look at Jinx - Then you will come back here. And most likely you'll get out when you grow up, but it won't be that easy you'll then be monitored constantly every day until you make one mistake and end up in an actual real prison and not a reformatory," she explained without lying to Laswell

It sounded a little like a threat, Jinx began to regret asking - Well no matter. Let's go," she said, wanting to lose this topic already not to think about it intensely, she was tired. The day had just begun and already sucked all the essence of energy on her.

- Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. For that, pack to what you want to take, if you have anything," Laswell stated, waving her hand towards the Venetian mirror for the guard to escort me to my cell.

A new opportunity?

New fun. But if they fucked it up it will come back here and it won't be colorful, but was Laswell lying sometimes? She didn't know, but new paths in life interested her she wanted to check them out.

She had been on this show before she had been with police officers most often commentators, but they gave up at her frequent pranks she had been with ex-military men who had retired, but she was too quick and resourceful for them.

Jinx is now curious to see what Laswell has come up with for her, already new plans are forming in her head on how to fuck up the life of the one who wants to take on her care. This is going to be interesting

[sbizz25]

chp 1

Introduction 

Y/n’s info: She has pale fair skin, long white hair, and purple eyes.

 Her power is  Blood Manipulation 

Power information: This is the ability to control and freely move the user’s blood outside their body.

 To use her power, she has to inflict at least a small abrasion to draw the blood out of their body. She has to cut/injure herself to get the blood out so she can use her powers

Her blood is powerful compared to other humans’ blood. It can cut through anything or block anything, when using the blood she can create weapons/shields to protect herself. The blood can create anything she can think of if she wants to. 

Her Weakness: If she uses too much of her power(blood), she will become very weak, dizzy, and short of breath. Or if she is injured badly, or loses too much blood she won't be able to use her power. 

To regain her strength, she has to rest, sleep, or eat food, especially food that has sugar in it. But she does drink blood because she gets cravings for it and drinking blood does help her regain her strength faster.

She can heal herself and others too but must put her blood on the person’s injury to heal.

Chapter 1

It was a dark stormy night, and Y/n quickly ran away barefoot. Stepping on puddles, splashing water on herself. She turned a corner into an alley so she could hide. Sits down on the floor next behind a trash bin., before they can find her. Loud shouting seconds later passed by her.

?? 1: “Where is she!?

?? 2: “We don't know sir, we lost sight of her”

?? 1: “We'll find her, we can’t let her get away”

Y/n mind pov: “Fuck me my ass is wet now”, Looks around the area if she's in the clear. Breathing heavily “Jesus I’m so out of shape, I need to get moving soon”

She holds onto the trash bin and slowly stands up and peaks out of the corner of the bin and watches the red and blue lights slowly going away from the scene. Y/n looking both ways making sure everything is in the clear.

Y/n mind “Okay I think I should be good”, Y/n still leans on the trash bin and slowly starts to walk. “OWw fuck, Don’t tell me I screwed up my ankle”. She continued to walk, leaping on one leg. She goes onto the sidewalk when a bright light shines above her and points straight at her. 

Y/n mind: “What the hell is that thing”, putting her hand over her head so she can see. It is a helicopter flying above her and a bunch of police cars surrounding the area trapping her. 

Helicopter: “ We have you surrounded! Please surrender or if you don't cooperate with us. We will use force!”. Y/n clutching her fist, glaring at the floor.

Y/n mind: “Why don't they leave me alone? What do they want from me!” 

Helicopter: “You have 5 Seconds to surrender before we go in! 1, 2, 3–”. Y/n quickly moves her hand to her mouth and bites down hard, to the point she is bleeding. 

Police: “ Get your weapons ready to shoot!”Y/n lifted her blood in the air shaped them into bullets and aimed them straight at all the cops at the scene.

Police: “Now! Shoot her”, all the cops started to shoot at Y/n, she got hit so she lost balance and focused on her aime. So she regenerated her blood back to her and quickly started to run away avoiding the bullets. She runs towards a trunk and jumps on top of it and at the same time makes her blood into a snake whip. Y/n looked up in the air at the helicopter and launched the whip in the air grabbing the helicopter and pulling it down. But the helicopter fought back by trying to fly up and away. She uses her other hand and grabs the whip too and jumps down back on the ground. Throwing the helicopter down on the ground next to other cops’ cars. She re-shapes her blood into a circle, circling her body.

Police: “Call up for more backup, code 217 We need heroes ASAP!” 

~~~Meanwhile on the other side of the city, Dick Grayson was having dinner with a beautiful lady, and her name of course Starfire.

Dick: “Beautiful evening isn't Star?”, looking at the menu folder.

Starfire: “Yes it is, what do you like to drink? Red wine or White wine?”

Dick: “Both sound lovely just order whatever you want my dear”

Starfire: “Hmmm the pasta sounds so good”. The waiter comes over to their table.

Waiter: “Alright you two lovebirds, y'all decided what to get for dinner tonight?”

Starfire: “ Yes, we will have the red wine and I’ll have the alfredo pasta with chicken”

Waiter: “And for you sir?”

Dick: “Ahh yes I will get–”, his phone started ringing non-stop interrupting the date, “Excuse me for one second please”. Dick gets up and walks away to answer the phone call. The waiter turns to Starfire. 

Starfire: “Don't worry about him, he will just get the same thing as me, Alfredo pasta with chicken please”

Waiter: “Ohh okay that's fine”, writes down the order on the notepad “Alright we’ll have that order coming right up soon”.

Starfire: “Thank you”. Dick finishes up the phone call and walks back to the table and grabs his coat that was on the chair.

Dick: “Hey sorry Star but I have to miss our date again, work called me in ”.

Starfire: “What, Why? I thought they had everything under control”.

Dick: “Well I guess tonight it's busy and there is a situation downtown that they can't seem to control. ''.

Starfire: “Oh well what if I go with you to get it done faster so we can go back to our date?”

Dick: “Are you sure? I don't want you to ruin your outfit”.

Starfire: “Don't worry about my outfit, you should be worried once we get home Nightwing” dragging her finger down on his chest.

Dick clears his throat “Well we should hurry up and get going then”. They ran out of the restaurant leaving and hopping onto Nightwing’s motorcycle, they left some money behind for the waiter and a note saying that they were sorry and they had other plans tonight. Once they arrived in the area downtown where the trouble was. The sight wasn't that pretty to look at, police cars were flipped over or caught on fire, utility poles were down on the ground and the cables were springing all around.

Police: “Nightwing! Starfire! Over here!”. Cop waved his hand, singling them from where he was. Police: “Thank God you guys came, we can't seem to keep control of the situation or capture the girl”. 

Nightwing: “Yeah I can see that, what strategies have we guys been using?”

Police: “Well we had her surrounded but not anymore but something is wrong–”, Just then a red whip wrapped around the car and lifted it in the air. Nightwing and Starfire see Y/n.

Police ``Oh my god, how is she still standing–”, Y/n dropped the car but just before the car fell on top of them, Nightwing quickly grabbed the policeman and took out his grapple gun pulling them out, while Strafire dodged the attack. Nightwing moved to another safe spot to hide. 

Police: “Thank you so much Nightwing, like I was telling you this girl is a weird one”

Nightwing: “How so?” looking at the officer with a question.

Police: “Well every time we attack her without weapons, we see the bullets got hurt but a few moments later she all good like nothing attacked her”

Nightwing: “Hmm I see, well don't worry about it me and Starfire will take off now, I have a plan to catch her”. While Nightwing was thinking of a plan, he was watching Starfire and Y/n battling each other. Y/n had a circling of blood spinning around and bullets coming out of it every time she wanted bullets to come out to attack Starfire. Starfire was up in the air flying trying to dodge the bullets and sending her green energy blast at Y/n. 

Nightwing mind pov “Her powers seem very interesting, she could be useful in the Teen Titans better than using it for bad”. The Nightwing clicks on his ear microphone “Hey Star can you hear?”

Starfire:  “Yes Nightwing I can hear you, Have you come up with a plan yet?” 

Nightwing: “Yes I have a plan”, “ Alright what's the plan to take her down?”, “Well we have to knock her out”

Starfire: “Knock her out? Like, punch her? Don't you—”. Nightwing interrupted her “ No not like that I have to shoot her with a tranquilizer so I have to be close enough to her. So Star we have to do a trick which is where you have to throw me to her”.

Starfire: “Say no more I got it”. She flies around dodging all the attacks from Y/n, and shoots Y/n with laser beams. Y/n got hit by it and it set her flying into a building, making the wall collapse. At that moment Starfire took the chance to fly quickly towards where Nightwing was and picked him up in the air. Then Starfire started to head towards Y/n, where Y/n was slowly getting up from the ground.

Y/n mind pov: “Ughh fuckk me that hurt like a bitch”. Rubbing her head and holding on to the wall while holding onto her stomach. “I can't keep going on like this forever, I’m about to run out of energy soon, I need to run out of here”. Look around the area to see if there's an escape. But then she sees Starfire heading towards her carrying Nightwing straight at her. 

  Nightwing: “Starfire Now!”. Starfire throws Nightwing straight at Y/n. 

Y/n mind pov: “Wait hold up they are together? And who is the other person?!”, , she quickly grabbed a cement block using her blood whip and threw it at Nightwing. But Nightwing sees the cement block coming his way and puts his hands out in the front. Once the block was close enough he used his hands to push up to jump over the block, avoiding the attack. Then he was right next to Y/n and he took out a tranquilizer shot and tried to stab Y/n in the stomach. But she quickly sucked in her stomach and backed up. Starfire was right behind her, grabbing her, and pulling her into a backward hug.

Starfire: “Just stay for a second, sweety, we’re trying to help”. Nightwing in the moment took the chance and put the needle and pushed the liquid into Y/n’s skin. Y/n yelled in pain and she was panicking in fear. Starfire is still holding her down, “I know, I know I’m sorry that it hurts but it will go away soon”. Starfire was looking up in the air and saw giant red spheres in the air “Hey Nightwing, what is that?” Since Starfire closed up her grip, Y/n managed to free one of her hands. 

Nightwing: “I was going to ask you–” looks at Y/n’s hand “Star! Run! Get away from her!”, Y/n closes her hands into a fist making the spares explode into that area. Starfire was able to just get away, barely making it, grabbing Nightwing by flying, and after the explosion, Starfire put Nightwing right back down on the floor.

Starfire: “What the hell was that?!..wait how is she still standing up after that explosion? Starfire sees that Y/n is still standing up.

Nightwing: “Hold up, Star just give it a sec, the shot should kick in soon, just start heading towards her so you can pick her up”.

Starfire: “Alright then Roger that Sir”. Starfire starts to fly heading towards Y/n.

Y/n mind Pov: “Damn how strong are they, I need to fight back, I still have some strength left”. Y/n lifts her arm to aim at Starfire but her vision starts to get blurry “What the hell, Come on now focus, hit the target”. Lifts her arm again ready to aime but she starts to wobble, losing her balance to stand. “ What is wrong with me?”, her legs gave out and fell to the floor. Starfire comes in and picks her up in princess carry. 

Starfire: “I’m so sorry child but it is for your good, trust me. Y/n just looks at her.

Y/n mind pov: “What is going on, why can't I move '', Y/n slowly closes her eyes ``Why am I so tired” and passes out. Nightwing finally caught up to Starfire.

Nightwing: “Oh good, the shot kicked in just in time just like I hoped for”.

Starfire: “Hmm hmm but I just wished I didn't have to attack her, she was just confused and scared. Nightwing went up to Starfire and kissed her cheek “I know that Star but at least now we can treat her wounds '.

Starfire: “Yeah she does look in a bad state, I’m surprised that she fought for this long with these injuries”.

Nightwing: “ Yeah I just hope she can agree to be part of the team, we could use someone like her, Now let's get back to the tower.”

~~~~ Y/n mind POv~~~~

Beep— Beep — Beep—

Y/n mind: “What is that beeping noise??”She slowly opens her eyes and she stares up at the ceiling. She quickly remembers what happened. She tried to get up fully from the bed but something pulled her back, stopping her from getting out of bed.

Y/n mind: “What the hell!? Who chained me up?!”. Someone opened the curtains and came into the room.

Starfire: “Hey, hey don't freak out sweetly” walking towards Y/n and then padding her back “Tried not to move around so much, you’re still healing”. Y/n turned to face St Starfire, looking at her all scared and confused.

Starfire: “Look I know you just woke up from a long na—” Just then Y/n tried to take a swing at Starfire, but the chains stopped it.

Starfire: “Tsk I hate it when Nightwing is right” whispering to herself “Hey look we don't want to hurt you, we’re just trying to help you out here. And well we tied you up on the bed because we thought you might try to pull a stunt like you just did right now”. Y/n looks down at her legs “For like I was saying earlier would you like some food or a drink to eat?”

Y/n looks back up at Starfire and nods her head for yes. “Great, I'll come right back with a meal then.” Y/n just looks at Starfire walking out of the room leaving the curtains open. 

Y/n mind: “Well she seems nice”, she looks around the room “Looks like they have two other beds here, is there someone else here too?”. She lifts her bedsheet  “Hmm they changed and gave me a new gown”. She brings up her knees to her chest.

Y/n mind: “They do look like nice people so far, I just hope this place is better. I don't want to go back to that place”. The door burst open, and Y/n got scared and jumped.

Starfire: “We’re back!”Starfire and Nightwing walked back into the room, He was holding a clipboard.

Nightwing: “I guess you were right Star, she is up '', writing down stuff on the clipboard, Star puts a tray on Y/n’s bed.

Starfire: “ Okayy, here's the food I gotcha, there's some cup of juice, pasta, and a small Caesar salad, I hope you like it!”. Y/n smiled at her and nodded yes, she grabbed the fork and was about to dig in when,

Nightwing: “Wait, Hold up before she starts eating, I wanna check her first”, walk up to Y/n and pulls out a small flashlight.

Nightwing: “Alright I’m going to flash it in your eyes so don't freak out, I’m just going to check your eyes, Please keep them open and look up.”, Y/n hesitated and looked at Starfire, Star nodded and said “It's okay”, So she looked up and Nightwing flashed lights in her eyes.

Nightwing: “Everything seems to check”

Starfire: “Well can she start eating now ?”, “Yes, Star now she can”. Nightwing writing down information on the clipboard. Y/n starts to dig in eating the food. 

Y/n mind: “Not going to lie this shit is pretty good, So much better than that shit that they gave back home”.

Starfire: Hey sweety I know that you’re eating but we never really got your name?”. Y/n stopped eating, still having a spoon in her mouth and looking at Starfire with wide eyes and slowly taking out the spoon. “Well, what is your name?”. Y/n gulps down the food slowly and then clears her throat. She tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth. She tried again but nothing, she was getting frustrated and grabbed the bed sheets hard but quickly had an idea. She points at the clipboard that Nightwing was using. 

Starfire: “Ohh do you want the clipboard?” Y/n nodded yes head yes. Starfire walks up to Nightwing elbows him in the stomach and grabs the clipboard.

Nightwing: “Ow! What was that for?”, “She wants to write and she needs the clipboard for it and you know what, give me the damn keys' '. She snatches the keys out of his pockets. “I'm taking the cuffs off of her” Starfire hands the clipboard to Y/n and starts to take the cuffs off of Y/n. Y/n quickly writes down and shows the clipboard back to Starfire. Starfire starts to read what she wrote, “Ohh your name is Y/n!”, Y/n nods and smiles “That is the most beautiful name I ever heard”. Y/n writes down thank you and shows it to Starfire.

Starfire: “You are welcome, ohh also”, bends down to grab a bog from the floor and out on the bed and shows it to Y/n. “ I picked out some clothes for you to wear and shoes too so you can have something to wear.”. Y/n went through the bag and looked at Star happily grabbed the clipboard again and wrote down “Thank you again”.

Starfire: “Well I’m going to let you finish eating and let you get dressed after”. Y/n already eating again and giving a thumbs up. Starfire got up closed the curtains and went up to Nightwing. 

Starfire: “So what is the plan with her?”, “Well, I was hoping to have a talk with her and put her into the Teen Titans team”, “What? Really!?”

Nightwing: “Yeahh We could use someone like her on the team and try to convince her to use her powers for good too”, “Sounds like a plan”.

Y/n finished eating her food. Y/n mind: “Well that filled me up”, she looks at the bag “Let's see what she got for me”, she takes all the clothes out of the bag. “Ohh these are jeans? I think, and this is a black hoodie and sneakers, black and white, ohh, and some undies”. She puts on the clothes “Hmm okay this looks isn't bad but I don't know how to tie these places. Ima ask Starfire”, she grabs the clipboard walks up to the curtains, and opens them up. And sees Starfire and Nightwing talking but then stops and looks at her. Nightwing decides to leave the room to get something.

Starfire: “Oh My God! You look so good. I knew that it would fit you!”, Y/n writes down on the clipboard and shows it to Starfire.

Starfire reads softly out loud “I don't know how to tie shoes, Ohhh here I’ll help with that”, Starfire bends down on one knee with Y/n and shows her how to tie shoes. 

Starfire: “And then you pull the two ends together to make it into a knot, here you can try to do the other shoe”.

Y/n mind: “Inside the loop and pull and make knots?? I think it goes like that?”

Starfire: “Perfect Y/n just like that”, Starfire helps Y/n stand up “Well me and Nightwing want to talk with you, come have a seat on the chair”. Y/n sat on a chair and Starfire grabbed another chair and sat down, Nightwing came into the room.

Starfire: “Honey she's ready to talk about your plan”, “Alright then”. Put the clipboard down on the counter pull a spinning chair and sit on it.

Nightwing: “Okay are you ready to listen to what we are talking about today?” saying this looking straight at Y/n’s face and she's making eye contact right back and nodding her head yes. 

Nightwing: “So you know you have powers and it looks like you sort of know how to control it and we would like to have you here with us. So you can improve your powers and also learn how to learn to do hand combat training …Blah blah”

Y/n mind “ Staying? Here with them ?? I don't know maybe”

Nightwing: “And hopefully joining—” Starfire interrupted his speech “ Joining our Team Teen Titans! AHHH!”Nightwing looking at Starfire.

Starfire: “What..I’m just so excited to have another new member on the hero team!’’, she runs up to Y/n and hugs her, Y/n stiffs up her body when Starfire hugs her.

Nightwing: “Well Star that if Y/n says yes to joining the team”. 

Starfire: “Ohhh right”, get out of the hug and look at Y/n. “Well, what do you say Y/n, would you like to join our team?” Y/n looks down at her feet.

Y/n mind: “I don't have anywhere else to go, plus they don't look like bad people. I could give it a shot and see how it goes”. She lifts her head back up and writes down on the clipboard and shows them the clipboard. “Yes, I want to join the Teen Titans”, nodding her head yes.

Starfire: “Yaayy!!”, clapping her hands ``I'm so excited I can't wait”. NIghtwing stands up `Alright then it's settled then she's in the team also Star can you show her around the Tower and her room while I grab the rest of the team so they can meet her '' he walks onto the counter and grabs a tablet. “Ohh and more thing” gives the tablet to Y/n, “This is a Kindle it's where you can read or write much better than a clipboard since I feel like you’re not much of a talker”. Y/n smiled at him and nodded flipping through the board and showing him the page saying thank you. 

Starfire: “Okiee let's go Y/n, I'll show you around and your new home!!”, Y/n followed right behind Starfire.

Nightwing: “Star, don't forget to meet up in the living room where the team is going to meet her”, yelling across the hallway.

~~~~~~ Moments later~~~~~~

Nightwing counting with his clipboard, “Ravens here, Blue Beetle heroes, Beast boy here Ro–, have you guys seen Damian ''. The team was sitting on the couch.

BeastBoy: “I don't know, we haven't seen him all day”

Nightwing: “Well he has to hurry up and be here soon, we have a team meeting”. Just then the doors burst open and in comes Damian.

Damian: “I'm here you can stop with the yelling now!”. Nightwing glared at him. “The meeting started minutes ago, we all were just waiting for you!”

Damian: yeah whatever be glad at least I came”. He sat down on the couch “Just get straight to the point I got stuff to do”.

  Night whispers to himself: “This kid is getting on my nerves–”. Star kicks open the door “And that was you from where you’ll be staying, Ohhh We’re back Nightwing!”. The whole team turned around looking at Starfire and Y/n. 

Nightwing: “Come up to the front Star”. They walked over to the front next.

Beast Boy: “Annd who is this lovely lady?” looking at Y/n.

Starfire : “Soo Night introduced her to the team”. Damian just looked at her mad intensely.

 Damian mind: “What is this girl with ugly grandmama's hair doing here”.

Nightwing cleared his throat “So guys this is Y/n and she is going to be the new member of the team”. Y/n smiled and waved hi to the whole team.

Damian mind: “Y/n ? What kind of name is that, and why is she so fucking happy. She looks so stupid”. Star clapped her hands all happy.

Raven crossed her arms “It's about time we had another girl on the team”

Blue Beetle: “Hey, what's wrong having us boys huh?”

Beast Boy: “Yeah what’s wrong with us Rae Rae??”. Raven looks at the two boys up and down “Nothing, Just look at you guys”.

Nightwing: “Okay enough with that chit-chatting, you guys will each help you Y/n and Damian”

Damian glared at Nightwing “It’s Robin while I’m wearing the suit, Remember”.

Nightwing  “This kid–” saying softly under his breath “Wait–”. Nightwing got an idea “Alright then, Robin since you wanted to be captain badly, Here's an opportunity for you to act like one. You’ll train Y/n on how to fight in hand-to-hand combat so she won't rely so much on her powers”.

Damian: “ And what are her powers exactly? Hmm??”. “That's something for you to figure out Robin.

Damian rolled his eyes “Hmph fine whatever”.

Nightwing: “Alright then the meeting is over, I hope you guys get along with each other.

Damian mind: “I can't believe now I can help this girl out”, He was just glaring at Y/n. 

Beast Boy walked up to Y/n. “Hey my name is Beast Boy, this is Blue Beetle, and Mama Raven and the angry weirdo on the couch is Damian or Robin”. Y/n wrote down on the tablet and showed them “It's a pleasure to meet tall guys”.

Starfire: “Ohh I almost forgot, so she isn't much of a talker but she will connect with you guys by using the tablet, okay”.

Raven: “Yeah that's fine, I wouldn't want to talk with these annoying guys either”. Y/n smiled and lightly chuckled at the raven’s joke.

Raven: “ I guess I like you, plus we girls should stick together”.

Starfire: “Yay I knew you guys would get along, Ahh oh my god we all girls should go on a spa day, shopping spree, ohh, and go to the buffet, Eeee! I can't wait!”

Beast Boy: “Yeah! Me too!”

Starfire: “Ehh no Beast Boy it's just going to be us girls”. “Oh that's okay I get it, I’m just excited that there's someone else that has a different skin color like me”. Beast Boy saying this while circling Y/n. She writes down on her tablet, “Yeah me too I'm glad”, she smiles at him.

Damian mind: “Why is she smiling so goddamn much, to everyone especially to Beast Boy. She looks so annoyed with that tablet. Why can't she fucking talk, Who is she? What's her power and why did Nightwing pick her to be on the team, we were just fine before. Now I have to deal with this crap, this is going to be a pain the the fucking ass.’’

(Hey yall sorry for the long wait, I hope yall liked chp1, next chp is coming up soon, thank you all for ur patience:) )

[torreshalstead]

empty chairs

Summary - ‘They aren’t coming,’ she mumbled. Tim’s breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t need any more information to know who Lucy was talking about. Her parents.

‘Add them to the list of people I love who won’t be there,’ she muttered more to herself than to Tim. He tugged her even tighter into his chest at her words. He knew they weren’t just talking about her parents now. She was also getting married without her best friend. Without Jackson.

Notes - it’s been so long since I wrote for Chenford and I missed them so please enjoy ❤️ AO3 Link

She didn’t bound up to him at the door like she usually did, excitement pouring out of her body as she threw her arms around him. She wasn’t in the kitchen putting together ingredients he had never heard of for a dinner that would be a sensation for his taste buds. He couldn’t hear her singing from the shower, her beautiful voice echoing through the apartment. But when Tim closed the door behind him, he heard a small sniff and his fists tightened at his side.

That was the sound of his fiancée crying and once he found out who had made her cry, he would be dealing with them. He wasn’t going to cause them any lasting physical damage, he’d lose his badge for that, but he knew he could put the fear of god in people when he needed to. His large stature and forceful scowl could make even the most seasoned cops shake in their boots. None of them knew he had turned into a giant teddy bear since Lucy Chen had carved her name into his heart.

‘Luce, babe, where are you?’ He said loudly, his eyes roaming over the apartment. He had moved in a couple of months before he had dropped down on one knee and asked her to marry him - it had been an easy decision for him and judging by the speed at which she had said yes, for her as well. They planned on moving to a house once they were married, with enough space for Tamara to still call home when she visited from college.

‘Here,’ she said softly, her voice barely audible and if his ears hadn’t spent the last few years being attuned to her he might have missed it. His eyes finally landed on the couch where he could just see the top of her head poking over. Tim dropped his gun and badge on the kitchen counter, he’d put them in the safe in a moment once he’d made sure Lucy was okay, and crossed over to where she was sitting on the floor in four strides, his long legs making short work of the distance.

‘Hey,’ he said, dropping down on the floor next to her and pulling her up onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, dropped a kiss to her head and breathed her in. He hated seeing her like this. Her eyes were red rimmed, her nails bitten down to the quick and she was still in the pyjamas she had been wearing when he had kissed her goodbye this morning.

This was supposed to be the happiest time of their lives. They were getting married on Saturday and Lucy had taken the week off to prepare for the big day. She had been excited about getting everything in order but judging from her current predicament, something had changed all of that.

‘Talk to me Lucy,’ he muttered against her hair. ‘What’s wrong?’

When she stayed quiet, he didn’t push her. She’d open up to him when she was ready. He had learnt that pushing her to talk to him just pushed her further away. She had spent a lot of her life just relying on herself and the adjustment to being able to rely on him had been tough for her. So he stayed on the floor, his arms tight around his crying fiancée, his hand smoothing comfortingly down her back, patiently waiting until she wanted to speak.

‘They aren’t coming,’ she stuttered after a short while. Tim’s breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t need any more information to know who Lucy was talking about.

Her parents.

He had known they weren’t completely onboard with her dating someone who had been her supervisor, had accused her of sleeping her way to the top but Tim thought they had gotten past it. When he had popped the question and Lucy had excitedly called her parents, Tim had thought from the sound of the phone call that they were pleased for her, happy she had someone who loved her and cared for her and was settling down like they had always wanted her to.

That clearly wasn’t the case.

They were the last people to RSVP, the wedding was the day after tomorrow and the numbers had already been confirmed with the venue and the caterers. Both he and Lucy had assumed they had simply forgotten to return the card, because of course they would be there to see their only daughter get married. Lucy had said yesterday she was going to call them today to see if they needed any help with the transport to the wedding but from her reaction, that phone call had not gone as planned.

How could two parents, who claimed to love their daughter as the Chen’s did, not want to be there when she married the man she loved. Was it Tim’s fault? Was he the person causing Lucy this pain? That they couldn’t get over the fact she was marrying someone ten years her senior, previously married and who used to be her direct supervisor at work. He knew how it looked to an outsider, he wasn’t blind to the fact. And it was because of all those reasons it had taken him and Lucy as long as it had to admit their feelings to each other. But this was real. His love for her was the realest thing in his life.

‘I’m sorry Luce,’ he said, not knowing what else to say.

‘Add them to the list of people I love who won’t be there,’ she muttered more to herself than to Tim. He tugged her even tighter into his chest at her words. He knew they weren’t just talking about her parents now. She was also getting married without her best friend. Jackson.

They had decided to leave an empty chair for him in the front row, a mark of respect, a show of love, whatever you want to call it. It was Lucy’s way of having him there even when she couldn’t. But Tim knew if he was still here, Jackson would have fought tooth and nail to be there for her at her wedding. Tim was certain he would have given her plenty of shit for marrying her TO, but he would have been there at her side. His absence was not his choice.

Her parents however. That was their choice. And it was their choice that had hurt his girl.

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Despite the fact they had removed the signs reserving the seats for mother and father of the bride, the two seats next to Jackson’s remained empty. Glaring vacancies in an otherwise sea of smiling faces.

Tim tugged at his sleeves, fiddling with his cufflinks as he stared at them. He should have tasked Angela with getting someone to sit in them so Lucy’s side of the venue wouldn’t look so empty in the front row. His own contained Genny and his nephews who both looked equal parts excited and bored, weddings weren’t the most interesting places for kids but he knew their mother had promised them presents if they stayed quiet.

Angela stood next to him, dressed in a long black dress that matched his suit, the style of the dress was identical to that of Tamara’s - Lucy’s maid of honour. It was Tamara who would be walking Lucy down the aisle today.

Both Nolan and Grey had offered if she wanted them to but Lucy had made the call that Tamara was her family, and she wanted her to do it. Tim knew it wasn’t conventional, knew others in the crowd from his extended family would probably question him on it later. But Lucy’s eyes had shone when she had made the decision and Tamara had been just as excited, so Tim didn’t care what anyone else thought.

His only priority was Lucy.

‘Calm down,’ Angela whispered into his ear. ‘She won’t stand you up.’ She chuckled and Tim shot her an exasperated look.

He wasn’t worried she was going to stand him up. He knew she loved him, knew what they had was special. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried that the sight of three empty seats at the front would upset her. But as the pianist began to play, not only was it too late to worry, but the sight of Lucy walking towards him pushed the worry to a back corner of his brain, long forgotten about.

She looked like an angel.

She floated down the aisle like she had been made just for him. His own personal vision in white. He was certain he was crying and he was certain he couldn’t care less. This wonderful, beautiful, incredible, smart woman had agreed to be his wife. And in just a few short moments she would be.

Time seemed to stop as she glided towards him, arm in arm with Tamara who looked lovely in her own bottle green dress, but it was on Lucy where Tim’s eyes remained fixed.

How could he be so lucky?

Her white dress clung to her body in all the right places, satin with hints of lace across her shoulders. Her long hair was down but pieces were braided into an intricate crown around her head. She looked ethereal and Tim knew for as long as he lived, he would never forget how she looked in that moment. It would forever be imprinted onto his mind.

The ceremony passed by in a blur, all Tim could focus on was Lucy. He was sure the officiant was saying beautiful words and the crowd would be laughing or crying at the appropriate moment, but his gaze was firmly in front of him, everything else had melted into background static.

After they were pronounced man and wife, he barely waited for the cue to kiss his bride before he pulled Lucy close to him and sealed his lips to hers. He tried to pour every ounce of love he had for her into that kiss. He wasn’t sure he had achieved his goal but as he pulled back and looked down at his wife, he knew he had. She was looking at him like there was no one else in the room, her eyes brimming with tears but her smile wide and bright as sunshine. He kissed her again quickly, needing to taste her lips again before the rest of the evening commenced and they were occupied with celebrations.

They linked hands and turned to walk down the aisle but that was when he felt Lucy stall for just a millisecond. He glanced over and saw where her eyes had settled. The empty chairs in the front row. His heart broke for her.

Even though her parents had said they weren’t coming, that they didn’t approve of their union and hadn’t wanted this for their daughter. Tim had secretly hoped they would come to their senses and realise that not showing up for Lucy today would mean burning their bridges with her forever. And from the tightening of his new wife’s hand in his, she had clearly hoped the same.

Tim squeezed her hand three times, a silent I love you, in an attempt to pull her back into the present and it seemed to work. Her smile which had only faltered briefly was back on her lips and she let him lead her back down the aisle to where they knew Angela had organised a private room for them to get away from the craziness of the wedding if they needed it.

They had planned to use the room for a mid-wedding quickie when they were too desperate to get their hands on each other but still had hosting duties to attend to, but Tim knew Lucy needed some space now so he tugged open the door and led them both inside.

‘I thought they’d show,’ she said, her voice muffled by his shirt where he had crushed her against his chest the second the door was closed. ‘I really thought they would.’

‘I’m sorry Luce,’ Tim said, letting his lips fall against her hair as he held her close.

‘They made their decision,’ she said firmly, pulling herself back slightly so she could look up at him. ‘And I made mine.’

She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Tim felt her hands tighten on his biceps and he let himself get lost in the sensation of her body against his. He managed to keep his hands firmly on her waist, not wanting to risk messing up her pristinely done hair and get crap from Tamara who he knew was behind the work of art. But he did back himself up against the door and bring Lucy with him, allowing it to hold up his weight as he held hers.

Lucy ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, silently asking for permission which he was more than happy to give. If he could take her mind off of the empty chairs, he’d do whatever she wanted. Even if it meant when they walked into their reception a short while later, his shirt wasn’t buttoned correctly and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands out of her hair so both Tamara and Angela shot them knowing looks across the room.

But Lucy was smiling and she was his wife. And that was the only thing that mattered.

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The Eternal Dance of Push & Pull

Lin Beifong x Original Non-Binary Character x Kya ii (Rating: Explicit)

Chapter 20: Shiro & Sun

This chapter has a bit of everything: Exes drama, backstory, plot-building, character development and ends with the smuttiest smut of your life.

Chapter 20 sneak peak below 👀

Shiro nodded. “So, you didn’t answer all my questions… How is being a cop?”

Ashe shook their head. Shiro could call Ashe on their shit, because he genuinely cared about them. “If I’m honest, I don’t think it’s my calling. But I am excelling at it. Excelled so much I triggered my own breakdown, but I’ve got a good team supporting me.”

“A good team is important. What would you want to do instead?” Shiro asked.

“I think I’d like to teach? Train? Whatever you want to call it,” Ashe replied, surprising themself with their own certainty. 

“You should! Chief Beifong did seem kind of fond of you though…” Shiro ventured.

“What do you mean?” Ashe tried to sound confused. They scrambled through their memory of the day’s events trying to sort out what Shiro could have seen.

“I don’t know… she just seemed to care about you a lot,” Shiro speculated further.

“Well, she is my partner,” Ashe said with a wave of their hand.

“Oh, is that right?” Shiro asked with a knowing smirk.

“Mhm, that good team I mentioned,” Ashe tried to defend, their cheeks turning pink. They were starting to sweat. Shiro could always see right through them, and this wasn’t selling.

Shiro nodded, a smile taking over his face. “You have such a thing for scars.”

Ashe’s face went red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shiro started laughing. “Why are you lying to me? I know you, Ashe. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I won’t even tell Sun. Fuck, all I want is for you to be happy.”

Ashe rolled their eyes. “Spirits, I forgot how annoying you are.”

“I know you didn’t,” Shiro said, continuing to laugh.

Ashe smiled, shaking their head. It was impossible not to love this man. “Fine, yes. I am seeing Lin. Are you happy?”

“Hardly. I want to know everything,” Shiro replied.

...

Lin lounged on her bed wearing green sweatpants and a white tank top. She had small silver glasses on as she devoured a trashy romance novel, an effort to distract herself from thinking about Ashe. She was ripped from her focus by a knock at her front door. She glanced over at the clock, it was late. She set down her book and glasses, then went to get the door.

“Ashe?” She stepped back to let them into the penthouse. They were wearing a matching black pair of sweats bearing the RCPD logo, their bag slung over one shoulder.

“I hope I didn’t wake you. Can I stay here?” Ashe asked.

“I wasn’t asleep. And you don’t have to ask,” Lin replied easily. 

“What were you doing?” Ashe asked.

“Reading,” Lin answered.

“What are you reading?” Ashe smirked, having seen Lin’s book collection.

Lin’s cheeks turned pink, “Just some–”

Ashe saw the light on in Lin’s bedroom and took off down the hall. If Lin was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even say the title without blushing, it was bound to be good.

“Ashe!!” Lin half-yelled, half-laughed, chasing them into the bedroom.

Ashe threw their bag down and made a break for her nightstand. Lin twisted a floor tile to knock them off balance and tackled them onto the bed, pinning them down. Lin quickly reached over to grab the book and dropped it behind the headboard. 

Lin looked down at Ashe, the smile from their laughter fading away as they gazed up at her.

“You know I can just go under there and get it, right?” Ashe’s dimples reappearing.

Lin leaned down to cover their lips with hers. Ashe mewled into her mouth and the sound sent a wave of heat through her. Lin pressed her leg down between Ashe’s and immediately felt their legs open wider, desperate for contact. She loved how quickly the firebender’s body responded to her touch. Lin let her lips travel over their jaw, and down onto their neck. Ashe’s hands tangled into her hair as their breath quickened at her efforts.

“Oh, I see… you’re distracting me,” Ashe said between breaths.

“Is it working?” Lin asked, as her hand pushed its way under the hem of their sweatshirt.

Ashe sat up and pulled the sweatshirt over their head, revealing their bare chest. They let their eyes freely roam Lin’s striking features, settling on her lips. “What do you think?”

Their lips crashed back together, Ashe’s fingers quickly finding the hem of Lin’s tank top to pull it off. Lin laid them back, wrapping their legs around her hips. Her nipples hardened at the contact with the warm skin of Ashe’s solid chest. Ashe’s hands grabbed at Lin’s neck, kissing her passionately.

Lin’s hips bucked into Ashe’s core. Ashe could feel their wetness begin to soak into the soft material of their pants. Here they were, dry humping like teenagers, and Ashe felt wanton with need for the earthbender. Lin’s lips were back on their neck and Ashe felt like they could come, just from this. “Lin… I need you,” they whispered.

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I FINISHED BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!

I have thoughts so this will be long w/ spoilers.

Last night, I finished my 24 hours of boys over flowers manga read-a-thon and I had to sit and ponder at the ending- in the best way.

I am going to miss this series so much.

The Little Mermaid Question

From my last post, yes , of course I was happy that Umi was humbled-or at least hopefully she clues into it someday. I was gagged and gooped.

The reference to the little mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen by Makino solidified this series as a top 3 manga for me. She had my heart when she said

“Why should I be sea foam?”.

It put the good in Goodbye

The call backs from the beginning of the manga were so perfectly woven in as it got closer.

Seeing it all referenced felt like a warm smile. I have to admit, it felt bittersweet knowing why they were here again. I loved that hitting someone with a baseball was how he got his memories back, and bringing up her dropped friend character.

The pacing was refreshing and not heavy. It felt like I could breathe still. The sushi restaurant was a cute reunion. Especially, the detail that she jump ropes in her apartment still.

Yuki

At first, I was annoyed with how much time we spent with Yuki—Only because I was so stressed knowing how little time was left!!

Thankfully, I told myself to relax because I really loved that plot. I felt so stressed for her, and it was so well written. Yuki is such a cool character and storyline.

The billboard reveal with Sarah gagged me. Also that she took him back up on the offer, and I was moved to see she was a different person now. She grew so much.

I loved them all eating cake until dawn.

Also loved Makino craving ramen after. I love that her and Tsukasa were alone eating soup in the restaurant. (Well more just Makino). It was cute.

This chapter fed the girls who don’t end up with their first love, and it was done so thoughtfully. It also made me accept if our main couple don’t end up together, or grow together.

They can change as people, and grow apart. That’s normal. They don’t need to prove to anyone that their love was genuine and they tried. Looking back, I am so happy this was included in the end.

Main couple

And speaking of our main couple. The four year drop…..

I literally had to put my phone down. And scream breathe.

Quit playing.

Violence, maybe is the answer.

Esp. After the memory loss plot?!

I took a metaphorical drag of a metaphorical cigarette here, and I chewed on that metaphorical smoke before blowing it out.

But…that’s so them! They don’t give us fanservice for them much at peace and although that made me so upset, but we have the whole series to look back on.

It took me throughout the day (even after jewel box) to forgive him for that.

I was thinking about how the hospital arc ended and he’s such a different person without Makino, I can see how she changed him, and now he can be on equal footing with her. She helped him challenge himself and his mom, and live for something.

I am grateful Rui told her to live for herself, and I appreciate her family coming through for her senior year. It was all very true to their chaotic and broke characters and the timing of them trying to move all the time.

Also, the almost hookup!! Her well badly timed fever. I am happy it didn’t happen, because I felt like their story has to continue now.

Also it wasn’t really them. It’s too planned.

We know it has to be after a fight lmaoo.

I think if they did go through with it, it would have been harder to live so far apart too.

I cannot believe that she woke up alone. Not even 24 hours with her guy? At the same time, I like that it must’ve help cement that she didn’t want to leave Japan.

I only wish he planned the date to be closer to home for the vibes to be more immaculate, but I know that it is not his vibe, and there was too much going on (new job, graduating, prom, etc.).

It felt like a cop-out on their first planned trip abroad as a couple. The proposal idea was funny, I genuinely laughed with how much she couldn’t stand the roses smell. I would think the same.

I am sending a theme that he is terrible with grand romantic gestures.

Conclusion

Amazing Shoujos are so life changing, and truly the strongest genre. I love a manga that makes you cry. It makes me love love and remember how fuzzy you feel in it, and I needed that lately. This is so close to my heart.

I regretted reading it so fast but then I remembered how I can read it again and that made me more excited.

I loved the characters. I want to watch the anime (I am begging for a remake in the style of lost heroine).

I saw a lot of other female pro tags in our Makino. Like Kagome from Inuyasha in our main girl, and it’s interesting that their timelines match up production wise! I like that I can see Mao Mao from Apothecary Diaries a bit in her too. They’re going to be themselves whether people like it or not!

Then like the greedy child I am, I had to reach for the jewel-box volume because FOUR YEARS?YOUR TELLING ME NOTHING HAPPENS? I know I don’t need to know all the answers and our characters are strong, but I was excited for a peek.

So…I already finished it. I might make a separate post for that, but honestly this ending helped me feel at peace. It felt more like a cherry on top (and who am I kidding I love more Rui).

I don’t know if I can start the season 2 yet, but I am tempted. I miss hearing Tsukasa’s mis-entendre of phrases and things! Like light and day. I also just want to think about the story more.

I remember I downloaded Jump to read this series. I forgot after the signup process (lol), read one piece instead and thankfully remembered it. It is 100% up in my favorite mangas (a growing list but I love this manga so much).

This was so fun to read.

Honestly? 10/10.

It’s camp, timeless, insane and it knows it. It loves it. It is also mature, heartfelt and honest. The author truly loved crafting this.

I also love her updates throughout! Reading this in time must’ve been a treat and hell.