#what an utter asshole (pos)

[exsqueezememacaroni]

I know this is kind of a talent of his....but did Mike really just burp softly on command in the middle of making other impossible mouth noises (at 5:20 or thereabouts)??? What a feat??!!???

#like....did he summon the burp or suppress it for just the right moment? #what an utter asshole (pos) #mike patton #hemophiliac #ikue mori #john zorn #ikue mori is such a precious treasure #the big listen

[silver-wield]

So, I found out that a Tifa artist was being harassed by the Clerith/Aerith mob and called a freak for stating that Tifa is "naturally beautiful" from a tweet. God, how freakin' petty do you have to be to ridicule a harmless comment from over TWO YEARS AGO? And what's further galling is that they literally say the exact same shit about Aerith being "naturally beautiful", even though their disgusting reasoning for harassing the artist (who also suffers from mental health problems) was "pixels can't be naturally beautiful". It really just comes down to the fact they can't stand anyone finding Tifa more attractive than Aerith. These people are not only obsessed cyberbullying asshats, but hypocrites as well.

Yeah, that's Aze. She's awesome and doesn't deserve their bullshit especially when she's struggling. Then to claim they're a minor is utter bullshit. They're not. It's just some asshole jobless basement dwelling femcel skanky pos salty about being a no talent, friendless shit smelling twat who's jelly of somebody who's actually talented and well liked.

And if y'all wanna follow an awesome artist then defs follow Aze. I have some of her cloti merch she's made and the designs are so pretty 😍

#ship war #for the fandom

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

“What even happened?”

Adam tightened his hold on the steering wheel after he croaked out the question, taking a glance at the passenger seat. At Jonah.

Haphazard bandages were wrapped around his various wounds, trying to stop the bleeding that had already stained his jacket and hoodie beyond repair. The silver haired man was silent, face turned towards the window.

Had he not heard Adam? “Jonah? Dude?”

Still nothing, not even a shift except for his slight breathing. Shit, did he pass out or something?

“Jonah? Are you awake? Don’t pass out on me, asshole!”

“...shut up… shut the fuck up..” It was barely audible, but Jonah’s voice carried through the almost silent car, and the trembling venom that came with it.

Adam went to retort, angered by the incredibly hostile response, but stopped as Jonah’s eyes fell on him, locking them in a staring contest.

Fear. 

Jonah was looking at him in complete and utter fear. Jonah was scared of him.

Did.. did he make all those injuries..? Was that why he’d woken up away from where he’d last remembered? Was he the reason his friend was fucking bleeding out on the snow earlier?

Letting out a sigh, the blond stayed silent as he continued driving, only glancing at Jonah when he moved back into leaning against the window. A wince escaped Adam when the wounds in his back rubbed the leather car seat.

What the fuck happened after he had blacked out?

OOOOOO /POS

Adam, you fucked up but don’t realize how yet-

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #mandela prophet #it’s gonna be. a very strange drive home #Adam just wondering what the fuck happened to him and Jonah and why Jonah seems so scared of him #Jonah’s hesitant to even explain the situation cause. what he witnessed was horrific- #ooo I like this a lot

[daisys-gard3n]

Daisy I've been thinking about Mrs Robinson baby trapping ALL DAY. I'm. Oh my god. I need a minute. WHY DID YOU DO THAT. /pos -@gunkierengines / Liz

cw: baby trapping 

hey remember sending this, i’m reminding you about this now

This utter asshole, he just loves see you beneath him and watching you go through so much psychologically and sexually. Alejandro is sadistic in that way, especially when he has a hand wrapped around your throat as his hips rutted against yours - his cock brushing up against your sweet spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head when you cunt tightened and pulsed around him as you came around him. He wasn’t stopping anytime soon, you still needed to get him off as well - you’re his cute toy afterall. He loves to watch you cry and whimper, begging and pleading with him that you couldn’t give him anymore. Only to get fake pity, a hand going to your hair and yanking you upwards and closer to him. 

“Oh I’m putting you through pure torture aren’t I, mi vida? This pretty cunt is just so perfect for my cock. I just can’t help it~ Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be done for sure soon~” 

His pace is animalistic, reckless rutting into you as his cock twitched inside of you. Holding your wrists down and giving you the privilege to have his lips on you, the waxy dark pigment of his lipstick smudging more onto your skin as the two of you messily kissed each other open-mouthed. Teeth clacking and his tongue going into your mouth out of dominance. With a throaty grunt, how he slapped his hips against yours grew harder with these last few strokes - you knew he was gonna cum soon, he’ll pull out eventually and the two of you will be able to go to sleep afterwards. When you felt Alejandro’s lips pull off of yours, you saw that sadistic smile on them. A glint in his berry-soda eyes as it all flashed in a second, he let out a loud moan - the last thrust into you as he was frozen into you, the grip on your wrists grew tighter as his cock poured cum into you. Your eyes going wide as your cunt continuously pulsed around him, out of breath as he eventually pulled out of you. Watching you drip his seed out of your abused hole as you laid there in shock, earning a chuckle from the light mauve-haired man. He pressed a kiss on your black-stained lips and pushed some of your hair out of your face whilst you were trying to find the words to express what just happened. 

“You wanted me to hurry up and finish, yea? I tried my best to be fast, but I guess I was too fast in the moment. But you don’t mind, do you? You like being my little toy, although you might get knocked up with our kid. You’d make a cute mama/papa~”

#mrs. robinson #not sfw #jjba confessions #afab reader #gn reader #baby trapping

[calmwaterstarot]

Thank you for speaking out about how vile piece of shit Chris Evans really is!

Yes a few friends of mine have been duped by him also.

He’s a vile pos who cons women into giving him money that he spends on hookers drugs and partying.

I know of a few women around Boston who have been used and abused by him and I can’t understand why women would sleep with him when all he does is fuck and dump them then ghost them after he’s had his fill.

I encourage them all to join together and bring his glided tower down.

Come on ladies do it go to TMZ with proof as my friends are ready to go if others do!

He has a whole harem of women he uses as fwb even his bestie Tara is involved who we know is the biggest cling on pos too she’s another vile woman too ask around Boston and they’ll tell you she is!

Ladies this man is not who you think he is, he’s an actor who knows how to charm women for his selfish needs who’s riddled with many STDs. In real life he’s an arrogant asshole or masshole as we say in MA.

No one really cares for him in Boston as they know what he’s really like a complete and utter douche bag.

We all know how racist Boston is at times as I do know his own family get called out for going along with his bullshit stunt! His family have had abuse in supermarkets had their cars scratched too!

People in MA have never seen this vile yacht girl with him they only ever see him walking his dog on his own.

Let’s mention his so called Nazi fake wife shall we ,She is also also known for performing sexual acts in front of an audience for certain board members of CAA. Also she is in a lot of trouble too which will all come out shortly!

She also a well known escort or prostitute in Portugal.

She is only wanting the money and clout as her family are so poor they have groomed her to be like this plus they have a coven back in Portugal who practices black magic and you know what happens to people who do this it will eventually rebound on them 3 fold. So that’s about to happen too😈

He’s dug his own grave now so people don’t feel sorry for him as he signed this for greed and to boost his ego when all it’s done is made him age 20 years in 1 year and a tanked Hollywood career down the shitter like a big fat dump!

He deserves his tower moment and I for one will watch with my big bucket of popcorn when it happens.

Which isn’t too far in the future 😈

Thanks for reading and thank you for being you

You did NOT hold back, and I'm HERE FOR IT! 🙌

[poisonouspastels]

Of your OCs, who would you willingly go on a long road trip with for fun, say, to the Grand Canyon? And are there any OCs you’d go on a long road trip with just to yeet them into the Grand Canyon?

(And I’m sorry you’re birthday hasn’t been great. Sending what good vibes I have that things get better for you & the hope that the year ahead is overall the positive opposite of what today has been.)

i think the most ironic part of this is that as much as i love all of my ocs, in a realistic setting i know i probably could not tolerate them for more than a day, with like... very few exceptions.

...would Shui count? like she's a fursona yeah but she shares like next to no traits with me so im gonna say yes. vacation with Shui anywhere would SLAP. couple thousand years old wise dragon gives me the softest hug i have ever felt and points out cool cacti to me. i'm lugging a cooler full of water around for both of our sakes but mostly hers. furry fish out of water. canyons are hot as balls

as for straight murdering someone by throwing them off the cliffs lion king style uhh i think the biggest issue is that i love my characters so even the asshole ones i give good qualities to. there are a lot of conflicting emotions. under normal circumstances i would say Groda without hesitation but she's not like. a physical entity? ik this is just a theoretical though, so i guess if not her, then uh the previous ringmaster from Thorns' story, i guess? he's not really a fully fleshed out character as details are purposefully omitted from writings with him but he's an utter irredeemable POS regardless who dies anyway so. nothing of value lost!

#thank u for the well wishes also #rlly gonna need it #this was a fun thought exercise! #that i look too deeply into as with everything lmao #every time someone asks a generalized oc question i gotta run through like 20 theoreticals in my head #often of which includes 'does this character really count as an oc' #its fun though #makes me think #also makes me think maybe i should write more asshole characters #favorite hobby tbh

[neeharlow]

The amount of do as I say not as I do in this house is insane. Now I love my in-laws. They are the most amazing people. They literally saved my life when the doctor was going to deny me transplant. But omfg. I’m. Not. A. Maid. And after having what my surgeon called “one of the most brutal procedures to recover from..” I shouldn’t be having to do this shit one week out. Now to preface this I have a HUGE problem asking for help and I often times will deny it if offered (thanx dad! >:( )

Father in law: Make sure you always clean up your mess in the kitchen and leave it ready for the next people to use. 

The past week, and even before I went into the hospital, they make dinner and leave everything out. Don’t clean the food they didn’t eat off their plates after eating, leave the trash from food prep all over the kitchen, leave the dishes everywhere (in the sink, on the stove, on the table) and just leave the kitchen in utter chaos. Now they work hard. 7 days a week. They own two quilt shops and are burdened by a ton of stress so I completely understand leaving it over night and taking care of it in the morning. But when it sits there for days, that pisses me off. Especially if I or my husband were to do the same thing, I’d sure the fuck hear about it. With either a note about the it being a community kitchen or a lecture. 

Now due to Father of the Century aka my POS emotionally abusive father who would scream at me until he was hoarse over the littlest messes, I have bad, bad, bad, anxiety about messes. So I end up cleaning their mess just so I can calm my own ass down. Plus I always feel like I’m never doing enough, (even though I’m 3rd stage liver disease, end stage renal disease and heart issues who is waiting for transplant and has rarely any energy to feed myself let alone clean other people’s shit.) so not doing anything just adds to the anxiety. 

Now, I admit, I am not the cleanliest person. My husband and I’s room is such a disaster. (He’s a hoarder and we both have ADHD) that we have moved temporarily into the guestroom until we can get our bedroom sorted out. And honestly, it’s been sitting there for three months untouched because my husband works nights and has stressed induced narcolepsy. So he walks in, sees the mess, gets stressed out and gets over whelming tired and I barely have strength half the time to do anything.

Back to the kitchen. A week ago, I go into the hospital and get what is called a spleen embolization. That is where when you have an enlarged spleen that keeps stealing all the blood and hoarding it, they can go in and insert metal coils into it cutting off the blood supply, basically killing off pert of it so it will stop being an asshole. This is the second time I’ve had this. So I know when the doctors tell me it is one of the worst and painful experiences I know they aren’t fucking around. It was working for 4 years, everyone was hoping I’d have been transplanted before they had to do it again because the risks the second time around are much worse. From infection to the spleen becoming just a giant mass. But unfortunately my meld score (liver disease sickness score) isn’t high enough for me to be very high on the wait list. 

Anyway, I get home.. there are no glasses, no plates, and no bowls. Now I know the bowls are my husband. He takes them into the room and they never come out. But seriously? No glasses? They said there just wasn’t enough to run the dishwasher. Which okay, I understand that. I’ve been home three days and the kitchen sits looking like a scene out of Hoarders. I finally get pissed enough that I doubled my Norco (bad! very very bad! I have been addicted to opioids before, actually the last time I had this procedure is when I became hooked on dilauted, an opioid ten times stronger than heroine.) and cleaned the kitchen. Not a single thank you. Not even an acknowledgement that hey, you’re NOT supposed to be doing ANYTHING right now.

Two weeks in and I’m still the only one cleaning the kitchen. My husband gets on me constantly for over doing it. And he’s offered more than once to help me or even do it himself. But because my ass is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to cleaning (the plates are stacked by colors and size as are the silverware and glasses) so even if he did it I’d still be in there redoing whatever he did. My mother-in-law was a professional maid for a period of her life so when she cleans, she is damn good at it. 

Today was the straw that broke the camels back. One of them thought it would be a good idea to store two slushes in two zip-block baggies IN THE FRIDGE. Nope, not the freezer where they wouldn’t melt. But the fucking fridge. I go to make my husband some food because he has a migraine and there is this red liquid all over the middle shelf. It’s sticky and all the food on the shelf is sitting in an inch of it. I find the two bags. One white one didn’t leak. But the I pick up the red one and it starts draining all over the fridge. I’m fucking LIVID. Due to having to do so much I’m on my last norco. So after cleaning their dinner mess I now had to clean the fridge. When cleaning out the fridge I found a ton of expired food. Which I can’t throw out because fucking CA has this thing where food waste can’t be put in the trash, it has to go in the green waste. However, my father-in-law’s fear of animals getting into the green waste I can’t. So I just throw everything into a garbage bag and threw it right back in the fridge. Not. My. Fucking. Problem. 

So now I have zero pain pills left because I went through them like they were water in order to actually clean and take care of shit because no one else would. And I’m terrified of getting more because 1) my past history with pain killers & 2) It’s too soon and I don’t want to be flagged as an addict at the doctors office. It was difficult for me to get off them back in 2020, I have three generations of addicts in my family. So there is nothing for me to do other than just suffer through it. Due to my liver/kidney issues I can’t have normal OTC stuff like ibuprofen or Tylenol. Gonna be a fun rest of recovery. :(

#vent post #don't reblog

[buppydoll]

i really dont understand whats wrong with the MAJORITY of people at my school like i dont get how SO MANY whites and mexicans (what the majority of my school is) say the nword and r slur every 5 fucking minutes. and i wish so genuinely much that was an over exaggeration but thats exactly what it is!!! 80 to like 90% of the nonblack students here use these words vocabulary every few fucking minutes like holy shit? i know how ignorant these fuckers can be bc a lot dont care enough to educate themselves but like what the fuck? u KNOW saying the nword when ur not black is fucking wrong yet almost every mexican boy here fucking says it and fucking white boys too! and then half the white people that dont say it but are friends w other nonblack people who do just use the r slur every two seconds like okay. ur all going to hell? and a lot of them are juniors and seniors too like u should fucking KNOW not to say that fucking word but they dont care?? at all??? like they just dont care. they sit and learn abt black history in us history classes and still decide to use the word like why?? why do they do this?? why is it so fucking fun to call ur friends and people that when its a word u should never fucking utter? even if ur like shitty parents say it and u grew up hearing it or whatever the fuck uve taken history classes u know u shouldnt say it yet u do. dont care at all abt the other black people in school dont care abt the entire history of black people and what theyve gone thru and the history of the word. i dont get it do i have to explain the entire history of the word for them to realize they shouldnt fucking say it? or do they just need to be beat into a pulp so they can learn their lesson? it pisses me off for a bunch of reasons but also because i live in san antonio and we are such a diverse school but still so many of these pos are racist assholes. we have black and biracial students here but it is like. a Pretty pretty small minority and they cant even really tell these kids to not say it because the majority of the school says it and who knows how the students would treat them and react if they expressed how they felt and teachers dont even say anything when they hear white and mexican students say it every 30 seconds of class. i know teachers think they cant really change them bc they are stubborn highschoolers but Cant u still fucking say something??? and get angry at them???? Instead of letting nonblack students say the nword without any fucking consequence ever? i want to do more but i know no ones gonna listen to some white tranny telling them not to use a word i dont even have a say over but like i want them to stop and i want to do SOMETHING because no teachers or other students does anything but. argh idk. i feel out of place speaking for black people so i don’t necessarily want to involve myself but when no ones doing anything i feel. like i should but i dont know i cant really change these or most of these guys minds and it would probably end in a fight because i have a very blunt tone and get heated and aggressive in convos fast but. fuck i dont know my violence used to be rly bad in elementary and middle school so i dont want to Be like that again but i fucking hate all the bigots at this fucking school and im so fucking tired of having to constantly hear it every day and go on like it doesnt matter and like theres no consequences. i hope it bites all their asses in the future when it comes to jobs and meeting people etc.

#with how absolutely annoying this school is. am happy there are still a good chunk of decent people here that actually care #and shoutout to the black and queer people at my school they are the only people actually bearable and fun to talk too #kinda funny to me how no ones gonna read this i just needed to rant

[electricprincess96]

I see all the people who like to claim all Star Wars fans are racist/sexists have trotted out Kelly Marie Tran again to talk about how toxic the Star Wars fanbase is.

Listen was it wrong for people to attack any of the actors from the New Trilogy? Yes, absolutely it was never the fault of the actors that the characters they were given to play and the scripts they were told to act were utter garbage. BUT that was not unique to KMT or even the female cast members. Adam Driver got it too. John Boyega still gets harassment from Pro Disney Star Wars Fans because he called Disney out for the racist pos that they are, relegating the Black Man to a Janitor and a Joke, Making Rose Tico as unattractive and annoying as they count in TLJ and the basically cutting her role entirely in TRS. The actors were not at fault with the mess that was Disney Star Wars, Rian Johnson, Kathleen Kennedy, JJ (to a degree) and Disney most certainly are but Disney Star Wars fans to use the abuse Tran and others received as an excuse to claim those movies were good and only toxic sexists/racists hated them is utter bullshit. Star Wars fans have loved Leia since Film 1, they've loved Lando, the expanded universe is beloved by fans because of characters like Mara Jade, Jaina Solo etc. A vocal minority of assholes are not the majority of the Star Wars fandom. The majority of the Star Wars fandom were annoyed that their beloved characters were treated like shit, ie. Luke, and that the new characters offered nothing new, seemed to face no real struggles, ie. Rey being able to beat Professionally Trained Kylo MULTIPLE TIMES WITH EASE, and the plot was clearly not written to flow into each other, each movie contradicted the last. They were bad movies, yes you can like bad movies but don't go calling people racist or sexist just because they want the franchise of their youth to be treated with a bit more respect than what Disney did.

#disney star wars discourse

[migleefulmoments]

"No one will ever convince me he made that statement, and if you listen to his ACTUAL words about that, he didn’t say he wouldn’t take any more LGBTQ roles." Darren literally said that the gay community would have his head if he took another gay role but somehow to tinhats like Cassie, that means the next role he takes will be a gay character. I guess Darren meant that he knows the gay community will try to murder him, but he has faith in his ability to avoid their attempts. They're such freaks.

When they make grandiose and sweeping statements like this, I feel the full weight of the disinformation campaign they all embrace. Cassie claims “When you listen to his actual words…he didn’t say he wouldn’t take any more LGBTQ roles” so we have to see if she’s telling the truth or she’s manipulating reality in order to soothe their anxiety and allow them to easily fetishize the gay version of Darren. 

What did Darren say? (You can read the entire Bustle piece (X))

“There are certain [queer] roles that I’ll see that are just wonderful,“ Criss explains when we speak at a recent event for Clorox’s What Comes Next in New York, a few days after he returned from an overseas tour with his Glee co-star Lea Michele. ”But I want to make sure I won’t be another straight boy taking a gay man’s role.“Although Criss says it’s “been a real joy” playing queer characters like Blaine, Cunanan, and Hedwig in the Broadway musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch, he now doesn’t feel comfortable taking those roles, which is “unfortunate,” he says. “The reason I say that is because getting to play those characters is inherently a wonderful dramatic experience,” he adds. “It has made for very, very compelling and interesting people.”

One of the reasons they claim they don’t think Darren said the words is because they claim that print interviews are fake: 

12/18/18  ajw720 answered: 

I would like to see a video as well, nonnie, as I don’t actually think he said any of this shit. Print articles are never, ever to be trusted. They are generally fabricated.  

If you recall nonnie, D himself called out an article earlier this year (it may even be the one referred to in this piece of crap) for taking a quote of his out of context about his Filipino Heritage, likely as he was sick of being called white repeatedly.  Fact is, while he is able to correct the “white” narrative, he, at this time, is not able to correct the straight narrative so he can’t even defend himself when this utter nonsense is published in his name.

First of all print articles aren’t generally fabricated and most CAN be trusted if you vet them properly. Claiming  “ALL print articles are fabricated”- and therefore not to be trusted is a perfect cctrope because it gives them the out they need to label everything they don’t like-every single quote, every single story, and every single description as fake news. It’s the perfect strategy for ignoring everything Darren talks about that proves he isn’t Blarren- all the puns and sexual innuendos, all the crude comments, all the sweet things he says about Mia or his sexuality. All they have to do is remind their followers that it was in a print article and Woosh- it’s invalid. Trump is doing the same thing with his base-he’s grooming them to believe that the media is dangerous and that everyone fabricates stories about him. He calls them “the enemy of the people” so when the. NYT proves he laundered money for years through the Russian mafia or that he actively cheated during the 2016 election and is trying to cheat in 2020, his base will scream “fake news” and threaten to go all 2nd amendment on the rest of us.  

Once again Abby uses something to prove her point but misses the fact that it actually proves she’s full of shit- Darren did push back on the interview where he was misquoted regarding his Filipino heritage but he hasn’t pushed back on any other interview he’s ever given. We can see he’s capable of pushing back, he’s interested in making sure he is quoted accurately and yet we’ve seen no other example- the reasonable conclusion is that is because the other interviews weren’t misquoted.    

e Bustle piece and understand that he said he will no longer play LGBTQ characters. It’s clear that Darren has a far deeper understanding of the issue than Cassie and Abby.  Splitting hairs and claiming he didn’t specifically say he would never play a bisexual or trans character is stupid. What Cassie and Abby are missing in the article is this paragraph:

This conversation about straight actors being cast in gay roles is about more than just LGBTQ actors losing out on Oscars, of course. It’s about Hollywood missing an opportunity to embrace new talent who would better serve these stories. And over the years, actors like Criss have become more sensitive to these types of concerns. The Versase star understands that there is an added honesty to actor getting to play characters who share their identities. “The commitment to that drama is told in such a way that it can really effectively reach people’s lives,” Criss says. “I think that really is important.”

Abby gets her wish- there is an audio recording of him making this statement-albeit it was 4 months prior to the Bustle interview and he seems to have evolved his understanding of the importance of representation in those 4 months. In the Hollywood Reporter interview he said:  

“….But I do think about that now, you know, if roles come by that are LGBT leaning - I really think it would be insensitive to the gay community if I were to take another role. I think they’d have my head. You know, I would totally understand that. So I’m certainly cognizant of it. And while it is very tricky, I think the discussion and the questioning is really really important. And I think it’s good that we’re uncertain and I hope that we can find some kind of balance.” -Darren Criss, 8/26/18 

I am an idiot and can’t remember how I got the audio portion of the interview on to my blog so I have to refer you to my old post if you want to hear Darren say the words (X). 

I think you are correct- Darren is well aware the gay community will kill him but he doesn’t care because he has superpowers. 

EDIT** I found this charming comment from Chrisdare who is a “journalist” yet she knows nothing about journalism. I got in an argument with her once and she schooled me that journalists aren’t educated.and will say anything a publicist tells them too.  Whatever, Valentina,  Google should be your friend.     

Anonymous asked: It wouldn’t matter if you saw a video because you wouldn’t believe it anyway. You would say he was being forced to say it. Fact is CCers haven’t believed a thing

ajw720 answered:I believe many things nonnie. I also have a deep and fundamental understanding about hollywood works nonnie and that is something you clearly lack.

Further, if D was straight, i believe he would never allow them to portray him as an asshole.  D is an incredibly intelligent human being, he knows exactly how negatively the straight push reflects on him. and frankly, it would not be necessary if he exclusively slept with female persons with vaginas.

Have a nice life living in delusionville.    

chrisdarebashfulsmiles JCS shut the f** up. 

When we talk about articles and how they are made we talk about facts. I hate when you come here busting balls on professional stuff when you don’t know anything. You can’t even imagine all the shit we do as journalist

It’s not a matter of cc but the fact they are ruining D’s life and career. And if you are a fan you need to start opening your eyes and stop being an enabler. I swear you should feel guilty when he will come out because you helped keeping him in the closet.

Talk about dellusionville! 

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chrisdarebashfulsmiles  Because there’s a power of attorney that allows RR and Ab to do so. To say something D has to prove that the article is harmful and he has to do it through a legal action. And this means breach of contract with all it entails like the two years of stop from signing an anything.

That IS NOT how “power of attorney” works.  But nice try- 10 points for originality and imagination! 

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Anonymous asked: An article you should read to help you understand how journalism works .tinyurl/com/y9s49tms. German Reporter At Der Spiegel Fired for Fabricating Stories “On A Grand Scale”. “I’m so angry, horrified, shocked, stunned,” Der Spiegel deputy foreign editor Mathieu von Rohr tweeted Wednesday. “Claas Relotius faked, he cheated on us all.” Journalists can’t just make up stories or publish falsities no matter how much you want to believe that is happening in Hollywood.

chrisdarebashfulsmiles answered: It’s amazing how is crystal clear that you never worked in a magazine or in a PR firm. I work since 2004 and I don’t need an article… I know how it works. We aren’t talking about WSJ and serious stuff. We are talking about gossip and showbusiness so don’t try to be smug because you are failing.

Have nice day/ night wherever you are. :) it’s evening here and I’m enjoying my free time.

bjpb8 Oh, my gosh who is this person. People thrive on gossip and “Rags”. IT SELLS. First begain with papers like En/quire, The Globe, etc. Then spread to SM with blinds. You think other magazines and papers do not want to make money. Everyone prints what sells depending on audiences. Embellishment is part of the trade. They want to catch your interest, which feeds right into what PR wants to sell! Tts a sybiotic relationship at best! It is just some are more talented at making what sounds like truth out of lies. Its called entertainment. You might want ro “read” about it.

The author of the Bustle interview has a master’s degree in journalism from CUNY New York so it is more like the wall street journal than it is the “website” you work for Valentina. Journalists have a degree in journalism.  Anyone can be a blogger - you’ve proved that. 

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D/arren did not write that post! (X) 

12/19/18

ajw720 I have enough faith in Dar/ren Cri/ss personality and his respect and love for his fans to know that the comments attributed to him were not his.  I’ve seem this happen before…I’m sure many of you have, also.  Darr/en is stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.  When he finally writes a memoir about this time, he will let us know about his anquish, anger and remorse.  If one is a TRUE CC and Dar/ren fan, after years of roller-coaster rides via PR, et al…I will continue to take the advice of the person that runse THIS SITE.  “Trust the process…”

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@geminess We have to trust the process and believe that C and D are working hard towards an ending to this absolute tragedy that is legally clean and does not jeopardize either of their careers.  

I believe in them, I cannot accept that D would ever willingly choose to represent himself in this manner and to continue this nightmare of a charade surrounded by utterly and completely vile, disgusting human beings.

Please, please, please may we be right.  I cannot repeat enough there is no alternative ending that is acceptable but D breaking free by ending this sham of an encage, severing ties with his inhumane team, and eventually coming out.  

And yesterday proved once again just how frightening the alternative is.  I would fear for his career and his life.  And it baffles and amazes me that anyone watching, even if you believe he is the straightest man alive, cannot see how harmful that article was.  It was like he used the LGBT+ community to win his awards and is now ready to dismiss them.

(X) 12/19/18

Anonymous asked: On the bright side, this means we’re coming to the end right?

ajw720 answered: Anon, we honestly don’t know, but we can only hope. If D extends his time with these assholes, it will be very ugly for him personally and professionally.

But logic seems to say that this article, the literally offends every fan but the blind and naive, is wholly unnecessary if in fact they are going to continue a professional relationships. And it did not just the fans, think about how many award voters they offended yesterday with that utter piece of crap.

Absolutely and utterly unreal. Hard to believe they are able to get away with working against their client at every turn.

Logic? One thing the cc fandom has proven in the last 10 years is that they do not understand or care about logic. 

12/24/18 (X)

ajw720 It’s interesting how there are such varying opinions on the “straight boy” article. And I think it comes down to 2 questions:

1. Do you believe D is a willing participant in his closeting?

2. Do you believe he actually said what the article alleges?

My answer to both is a resounding no (though he will be forced to validate the comments) and I have good reason to think this. But I certainly see why ones perspective is different if you answer one or both as yes.

This being said, no matter your answers to the above, I don’t see how it can be justified that he would dismiss b/laine in such a manner. And the timing, because I still think it makes him look like an ass and /or a coward as awards are voted for playing queer. And to repeat, I don’t think he should play queer again until his team is dismissed, so I’m not disagreeing with the premise, just the manner it was done, which again, I believe was without his consent.

Not posting to start a fight. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. I clearly am not afraid to state mine, which is very reasoned and based on a lot of information I’ve collected.

Just interesting that some very intelligent people, all of whom believe he’s closeted, can vary so much in what they believe.

#crisscolfer #Darren criss #Bustle #gay representation

[vicisse]

on the darkling

listen. i totally understand the mixed opinions on this guy. i’ve pretty much resigned myself the fact that my opinion is and should be mixed. the darkling is the kind of character that is equal parts despicable and almost relatable—relatable and not redeemable. 

the man is a walking contradiction, and so is my opinion of him: i love to hate him, and i hate to love him. 

this post is meant to take a crack at the utter enigma that is the darkling and really break down his character. 

“The Darkling is a manipulative person, so why do so many people like him?”

i can’t speak on behalf of the whole fandom, but for me personality, i like TD in the sense that he is a complex character. does that mean i excuse the atrocious things he did? absolutely not. he is still an abject and detestable character. but i can still analyze and delve into the intricacies and reasoning behind his actions and find it interesting. 

(and besides, from a purely leisure-based perspective, TD is an entertaining character! i mean, he’s awful, but he’s also awfully petty. for a supposedly intelligent character with a vast amount of experience, he sure gets tripped up on the words and actions of a mousy teenage girl.)

some people, though, like to reduce TD to the bad boy/asshole who goes “soft” after meeting the girl of his dreams. not only does that trope grate on my nerves, it is also a far cry from the actual dynamics at work. 

not only has leigh commented on how she wanted to subvert the trope that a female love interest can make a bad man better (in regards to the relationship between alina and TD, at least), but she has also made it clear that TD would not change for alina. 

for all the times he reveals a little bit of truth to alina... well? it’s just that. a little bit of truth. it’s really another manipulative tactic: lies mixed with a little bit of truth, a classic TD move. he knows that alina is lonely and preys on that loneliness, talking on and on about how she isn’t like her friends, how none of them will ever understand her the way he can. 

“I’ve seen what you truly are,” said the Darkling, “and I’ve never turned away. I never will. Can he say the same?”

another reason why TD is fascinating to me is because he is so good at what he does that he manages to manipulate readers, too. they think he’s good for alina, or that alina will change him, that she was stupid for turning down a chance to step into power. 

(i beg to differ, though that is a whole other meta—on alina. this is about TD.)

TD is a compelling character because his very existence elicits so many questions: 

Why is he so obsessed with Alina? Does he actually feel anything for her? If he wants her so badly, why doesn’t he stop his quest for world domination and have a little more compassion for humanity?

Why did he make the Fold?

Why is he—well—Like That?

let’s go backwards, starting with Why is he Like That? well, the answer is easily: Baghra. 

her parenting is questionable, to say the least. i don’t doubt that she loves her son and genuinely wants the best for him, but “the best” gets warped with the times. in the early years, “the best” meant heeding her lessons, accumulating fear and power so no one could hurt them—hurt him. 

it isn’t until after the whole shadow fold debacle that baghra’s all “maybe the best is seeing my son come home,” because the monster who was peeling away strips of his humanity year after year is no longer her son. i mean, TD spent a good part of his formative years learning at her knee, truly heeding her words:

“I taught him that he had no equal, that he was destined to bow before no man. I wanted him to be hard, to be strong. I taught him the lesson my mother and father taught me: to rely on no one. That love—fragile and fickle and raw—was nothing compared to power.”

at the time, the latter certainly holds true. TD scarcely made friends, as baghra also warned him to be wary of touch (they’re amplifiers, after all), which is a pretty big part of socializing and human interaction. what does he need love for?

in order to make a difference, make the impact he desired, TD would have to climb a lot of rungs to step into a position powerful enough to commit to reality the dream he’s carried: to make a safe haven for grisha. 

but now his dreams have since been warped by time. 

it’s hard to fathom just how long TD has lived because we don’t know how long he’s been around. still, factoring time into the equation is helpful when it comes to understanding TD’s motivation. 

anger is certainly a huge motivator, and something that only festers on and grows with time, twining itself with resentment and bitterness and underneath it all: loneliness. anger, directed at a world that spurned him and people like him. anger, at a world that always, always took from him—because he must have loved someone at some point. he tells alina, 

“I have lived a long life, rich in grief. My tears are long since spent. If I still felt as you do, if I ached as you do, I could not have borne this eternity.”

and the loneliness, the burden of immortality, the curse of it. to watch the people you love taken by a world that spurned grisha, or worse: to watch them live long enough to die of old age while you remained unblemished by time, to repeat that cycle over and over again and bear the brunt of loneliness each and every time. 

“But wait,” you might be thinking, “doesn’t he have his mom?”

well, yeah. there is baghra, but... you have to understand: she’s the one who taught him to be that way. she was the one who taught him to rely on nothing and no one but himself. and also? who would want to spend eternity with a cold and distant mother? 

“Boo hoo, poor immortal character is stuck being lonely. Is that supposed to excuse the horrors he committed? I get lonely, too, but you don’t see me annihilating a whole town.”

no, not at all! this is just providing a reason behind it, not excusing it. understanding does not equal tolerance. TD is despicable, true, but i’m just pointing out:

a life in isolation + immortal life + grand ambition to change the world = disaster

it isn’t enough just to be grisha; TD is also an amplifier, so he was hunted by other grisha. that isolating existence combined with the long stretch of time he can live is already enough to strip you of what little humanity you have. add on the fact that TD once dreamed of changing the world, to make a safe haven for people like him, grisha, and the fact that baghra essentially raised him to rely on power and believe that the world is his birthright... yeah. disaster. 

of course, the real disaster here is TD, but apparently, disaster spur more disasters because he also made the shadow fold. so, Why did he make the Fold? honestly, it confuses me, too. 

see, when alina asks that, baghra tells her that the fold is no accident, which leads me, the reader, to believe that TD planned on splitting ravka in two in order to sanction fold crossings, which would get the king to rely on his second army, his grisha. buuut, leigh has also said in a couple Q&As that the fold was merzost gone wrong... to be honest, it’s probably both?

like yes, TD tried his hand at merzost and failed on a scale of epic proportions, but leave it to him to figure out a way around his mess. like sure, he wasn’t able to make his own amplifier (though why he would need more amplifiers when he is himself is an amplifier is beyond me), but he probably figures, hey, i can use this, and does. which brings me to the last stretch of questions:

Why is he so obsessed with Alina? Does he actually feel anything for her? If he wants her so badly, why doesn’t he stop his quest for world domination and have a little more compassion for humanity?

he’s obsessed with alina because she’s literally his answer. to everything. 

if he wants to cross the fold? alina. if he takes over ravka for many centuries and the people start to protest? alina, the revered sun saint, will subdue them.

so what if alina isn’t as powerful as he is, won’t live as long as he does? he supposes now is as good a time as any to whip out old grandpa ilya’s journals to get his set of amplifiers on her. 

she’s the amalgamation of everything he has ever searched for, ever wanted. and maybe that’s why a lot of people conflate those strong feelings for love, but the thing is... TD? loving someone? feeling anything? i have to laugh. 

that’s another thing about TD. when it comes to emotions, he’s not as emotionally stunted as some people make him out to be. 

he strikes me as a very introspective character. it doesn’t make sense to me that someone who’s lived so long is so out of touch with their emotions. he is, in a way, but i also think he is aware and merely chooses to ignore, push down, or disguise it as something else entirely. he’s not emotionally stunted, he just thinks some emotions are inconvenient. unpleasant. annoying, even.

the thing is, TD has lived a really loooong life. he doesn’t feel loneliness the same way any of the other non-immortal characters do. no, his kind of loneliness manifests itself without feeling, numb from the centuries of having nothing and no one to depend on but himself. 

i’m not saying that TD doesn’t love alina—though honestly, i could never imagine a world where he acknowledges he does. besides, it doesn’t look like what is the ideal definition of love as we see it, but it’s as close as he’s gonna get.

love is a tricky, flexible thing; and it isn’t always good or bad. ideally, love should be good, but. it’s like a friend pointed out to me: a controlling mother can tell her child, “i love you, so you have to do what i say,” but she isn’t necessarily lying. she does love her child, but she uses it as leverage to manipulate—another classic TD move. 

now, i never quite answered why, then, if he wants alina so badly, doesn’t he stop his quest for world domination and have a little more compassion for humanity? short answer is: it’s impossible. 

i’ve answered an ask before, on TD and the possibility of a redemption arc, but again: it’s impossible. i mean, imagine holding onto a grudge for years. years. at some point, it’s not just a grudge, it’s just you, holding onto your anger, some kind of injustice you feel but can no longer identify. 

it’s like that with TD, but x100000000000000000000. i might even be missing a few more zeroes, to be honest. 

TD is many things. stubborn, selfish, arrogant. arrogance plays a big role, because his ego is, frankly, the size of the shadow fold. someone who’s as self-righteous as TD isn’t going to readily admit he was wrong this whole time. 

the fold is one thing—but that mistake he could rectify, work around. if he were to admit that he was wrong for doing all this grand planning, plans he spent centuries building up to and waiting for, it would all go to waste. it would all be for nothing. at the very least, he has to see some follow through. 

and another thing: he’s not about to give up a centuries’ long ambition for one (1) mousy girl who is too stubborn to acknowledge her own potential. forget it! 

he might love alina, but he will always love power more.

#text #the grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #tgt #the darkling #and now.... to start on alina's equally (if not moreso) gigantic meta analysis

[lifesfeelings]

SO

Ok so guys I did it! Not the complimenting his speeches thing but I did msg him. Well a friend of mine had to steal my phone and do it for me but from there I’ve taken the lead! We’ve talked throughout the day. It’s only every few hours we’ve have the opportunity to text because of school and I had work and he had speech and debate but we’ve been messaging in between! He’s seems really cool so far and seems down to talk so I’m really hoping to ride this out as long as I can. And so I already feel like an asshole and I haven’t even really talked to Henry much yet! I just felt less interested in Elijah when he texted me because I was waiting so hard for texts from Henry and I just feel like a complete and utter douche canoe. Elijah is still technically straight and I still feel like I’m betraying what we have which is nothing. I’m just hoping I can bring convo with Henry into a second day. If I manage to keep our conversations into tomorrow than texting him everyday becomes kind of a normal thing. I’ve learned I kind of just have to break the first two days in a row. The only funny thing that I think has happened so far is that he said something about like Being PO in Congress and like went into detail about some kind of rule and I had absolutely no idea about so I had to msg a Congress kid in a rush trying to get some answers so I can sound like I actually know what I’m talking about lol anyway wish me luck guys! Lord knows I’ll need it with this guy!

01/15/19

#blog #my life #gay #writing #life #life story #crush #my story #douche canoe #cheating? #talking

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Jonah was so tired.

He didn’t know what to do with himself, but he knew he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to hurt anyone.

It wasn’t like he had much of a choice in the matter though, the strings pulling taught against his wrists.

Hovering gently in the shadow in a corner, he sighed when the sound of pops and cracks came to his ears. Oh please Mark no, he didn’t want to deal with this fucker today. Alas, his admittedly lackluster prayers weren’t answered and… Adam.. entered the room.

The other looked at Jonah with that stupid smile and he resisted the urge to reflexivly whisper to him, reminding himself that unfortunately that would’ve worked on the real and long dead Adam he’d known, and not the utter asshole he had to talk to now.

Tuning the Tupla out the best he could, Jonah ruminated on what could’ve been. Where would the real Adam and him be if they hadn’t been so stupid? Maybe they would’ve gotten to know Seth more, and Adam would possibly have realized being an ass to the guy wasn’t a great decision.

Well, it was no use to think about that. It didn’t happen, and he was stuck like this due to his own mistakes and idiocy. A harsh tugging on his strings accompanied by mocking laughter reminded him of something else he’d become stuck with.

He was so tired. 

(if you can't tell, i have brainworms /pos)

Holy shit

Dude this is fucking so good are you kidding me?? /pos

#asks are neat #alt Jonah #alt Adam #tmc alternate au #DUDE YOU GUYS ARE SUCH TALENTED WRITERS HOLY SHIT??? #Dude. just. dude. I love this so much #I wonder if I should share my writing but not sure if I’ll do it soon #this is great. you guys are so talented thank you #also. very accurate to the characters too #super cool fan stuff #shmorps hall of fame

[myatuesday]

I'm just... anxious. And worried.

And have this feeling of impending doom again.

But, like, nothing is happening. Technically.

-

I mean, the Cancer.

But it's not the Cancer.

Sigh.

Minus the needing to get pregnant, like, NOW thing.

-

I think it's all this Covid bullshit.

I have Covid fatigue. For sure.

Also, as a non-vaccinated person

Um... I'm basically a Leper.

I can't do shit.

And... I'm nervous. About getting Covid. Still.

But I'm not going to get the vaccine.

So... I'm fucked either way.

-

I'm worried about money.

Sigh

So... that's kindof nerve-wracking.

Nothing I can do about that.

-

I think...

Part of me hates being fucking single

This might be the longest I've ever been single,

Other than like... when I was in my early 20s and actually had friends.

Sigh

It's not the single part

It's the no oxytocin part

I've had no physical human contact in...

How fucking long?

A month? Two months?

-

I'm looking forward to being alone in my solace once I move, but...

I'm going to have to get an animal so I don't fucking slit my wrists.

-

Sigh

-

I just hate feeling like this

I should be excited and I'm not.

I'm fucking anxious. (In the bad way)

I don't want to be anxious.

-

I thought I'd feel relief after the surgery

And I don't

I still have fucking Cancer

And have no idea what to do now

-

I mean, hopefully, it'll all be better when I move

Maybe everything will be ok

And be different then

I'm just scared.

Mostly about money, I guess.

Sigh.

Security, as always, I guess.

It always comes down to security.

Sigh.

-

I stayed with that POS for 4 years, hoping for fucking security. And... I'm no better off than when I started.

I'm back at square one + even more gigantic trust issues and more fucking trauma. Awesome.

I fucking hate that kid.

His bullshit is making me... on edge too.

Idk why. We have virtually nothing to do w eachother anymore.

Yet, he keeps disappointing me. Sigh.

I shouldn't let him.

Smh.

-

At least all that bullshit will go away once I'm gone.

Surely.

-

The emotion is still there tho.

That... surely I didn't invest myself for 4 fucking years and go through torture and agony and all the Hell I did... for someone who doesn't even give a fuck about me, right? Surely I didn't do that.

Smh.

But, yeah I did. I just fn did.

Sigh.

And I need to get the fuck over it.

And just take the L.

Not expect someone who never gave a fuck about me to give a fuck.

-

He talks to me most days.

Acts nice to me.

Offers to do all this shit.

Everything but what I want

What I care about

Just... selfish bullshit, as usual

Self serving bullshit

He doesn't give a fuck about anything but not losing me. But isn't actually doing shit to...

It doesn't even matter.

Sigh.

I know it's not about me.

I cognitively know that.

Doesn't make his CONSISTENT complete lack of effort and throwing away every opportunity to actually like... prove he gives a fuck about me, sigh, any fucking easier.

Smh.

I fucking hate it.

And if I wasn't scared of him on some level, idk what I would do. Cause I just don't care anymore.

Him losing everything (if he even has. Idk. Who knows? Not like I can trust literally a solitary... not even word, but even just an utterance...a fucking breath, that comes out of that assholes fucking mouth.) ...

If he has lost everything. It's still not enough.

I've never wanted to just completely destroy someone more. He just... kindof has nothing to destroy.

Because everything he has, he's already fucked up himself. Or... he just has nothing. Because... he is nothing.

So I shouldn't care. But... it's just human nature.

Of course you want to hurt someone as bad as they hurt you. But, with him, it's impossible for so many reasons.

You can't really hurt a sociopathic loser.

I could kill him. But that would be doing him a favor.

So... what the fuck ever.

-

But I'm having all these nightmares again

And waking up like in a panic

And... I think it's him.

Idk.

It's a lot of things.

But it's hard to be FURIOUS at someone.

Literally fucking furious.

And not really be able to do a goddamn thing about it.

I just want to set his house on fire.

But he doesn't have one. So

Fuck me.

Smh.

-

All I can do is stop letting it bother me.

I just gave him a shot this week

Cause he's constantly ACTING like he is trying to make shit up to me or idk... some shit. Acting being the key word.

But I'm like ok... if you really give a fuck, do this.

And it's the most simple thing ever.

And nothing. He did nothing.

So... he can fully go fuck himself.

I can tell by his snapchat score he's already busy fucking up another bitches life anyway. Her mind, at least, if it's Amber. Who knows. Then, of course, lying to me about it.

I just... sigh.

I want him to suffer. And he's not.

I lost everything.

Then got Cancer, as a grand fucking finale.

And he just gets to live his fucking life

As tho nothing happened.

Yeah. Of course it's giving my fucking nightmares and stress dreams.

-

I hate that motherfucker.

___

Overall, I just have nothing to bring me joy

I hate my home life. To put it mildly.

Uh... I'm fucking broke. So I can't buy happiness anymore.

I don't want to be near anyone because I fucking hate people by now and don't trust anybody or myself, pretty much, so I can't fucking fuck anyone. (I can't fuck anyone, doctor's orders anyway)

My best escape is just getting out

This just isn't what I had in mind.

-

Everything was different back in August. When I decided to do all the things. To make all the changes. And leave.

Before Cancer fucked me out of everything.

Smh.

I should've just left then.

Again. My mom's fault. SC's fault.

And my fault for staying for the aforementioned reasons.

-

I fucking hate everything.

-

And, yeah, my heart is broken over Chad

I was dumb enough or hopeful enough to think maybe he'd come around.

He breadcrumbs me enough. Sigh.

-

So... idk.

Of course I'm anxious.

Or... idk. Generally fucking misanthropic.

A lot of fucking things.

-

I really wish I had more money

It would make all this a lot easier

_

Also... Johnny called me at 330am about a week ago. 2 weeks after my surgery date. Drunk. Of course.

Talking about... I bought plane tickets to Egypt. You want a cat?

Sigh.

I'm over that shit too.

_

I mean... luckily

It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

-

Hopefully I can

And

I will

And all the rest was just bullshit leading me to this moment and the rest of my fucking hopefully much better fucking life.

Sigh.

That's all I can hope for.

And hopefully the nightmares will stop in the meantime. And I can breath a little. Please.

[imalifegen89]

A Legacy Left Behind - Chapter 2 - The Lions of the Valley - Part 1

Rating: Mature

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis /Stargate SG-1/ Hawaii Five-O (2010)

Relationships: John Sheppard/Steve McGarrett

Characters:  Steve McGarrett, Danny "Danno" Williams, Junior Reigns, Kono Kalakaua, Adam Noshimuri, Joe White, Anton Hesse, Victor Hesse, Wo Fat, Clay Garcia (OC), Bradley Jacks, PO Higgins (OC), Kamekona Tupuola, John Sheppard, Mr. Smith (OC), Wraith (OC), Goa'uld Character(s)

Warnings : Crossover/ Canon Divergence/alternate Universe/Violence

Summary of the series:

The Ancients fled the Milky Way galaxy after annihilating the enemy they had unknowingly given birth to, themselves-  or so they thought. What if the enemy was still here? What if they are aligning themselves with others to regain power? Well, it was a good thing some of the Ancients left behind a gift; a legacy to prevent that exact eventuality, wasn't it? But will it be enough? An Alternate Universe where the Wraith originated on earth and the SGC have to pick up the pieces where the Ancients left off and continue the fight against the Wraith- since it's the survival of humanity that is at stake!

Summary of the chapter: The Lions of the Valley - Picks up the story where we left off Steve & his team, how they wrapped up their operation, and glimpses of what goes on the side of the enemy.

Beta — Salchat — She's the best!

Part - 1

Physical Training Facility, Naval Personnel Housing Complex

Bagram Air Base - Afghanistan.

Two days after Major John Sheppard's retrieval from Parwan.

"Whoa, what’s with the pummeling fest on the bag Steve?"

Senior Chief Petty Officer Daniel Williams swerved to avoid a face full of punching bag and wrapped his muscular arms around it, to stop it from returning to sender.

"Let it go, Danny," Steve said in irritation, glaring at his second in command. The man was interfering with his work out- well, that is if you could call the full-blown venting he was indulging in, raining kicks and punches on the bag in their gym- a workout.

"Now, how well do you know me, hah? You know it's useless asking me to do that. So tell me, what's bothering you, babe? Why are you feeling guilty?"

"Why would you say I'm feeling guilty? Maybe I'm angry!" challenged Steve, making a grab at the bag. But Danny wasn't letting go easily. And Steve wasn't honestly feeling like engaging in a brawl over a punching bag with his annoyingly perceptive friend.

In fact, he must have been at it for a while because he felt the exhaustion taking over, leaving him feeling drained. He started to unwrap the tape around his knuckles slowly.

"Well, you see that is because I do know you. Now, if you were angry, you would be in the ring, sparring with that crazy Jap, Noshimuri, kicking each other's asses to hell and back. Frustration would have taken you to the shooting range and there'd be many very-dead targets, shot through the head by now. This is where you come to, if the guilt is the winning contender in your crazy head. So I ask again babe, what’s wrong?"

The New Jersey native let the endearment slip in, whenever he was concerned about his young charge. Danny was six years older than Steve and had been in the Navy that much longer than Steve as well. Danny was given this freshly-out-of BUD/S, green as grass, young Lieutenant five years ago to keep alive. And then to train him in the field, if he could manage the first task. He had managed to do all that and remain Steve's 2IC throughout the years. The guy needed a steady and sane keeper.

Danny admitted to himself that the young officer had come a long way and had earned his respect and loyalty along with his friendship. The guy was as crazy as they came - laboring under utter delusions of bullet-proof superman tendencies- in Danny's humble opinion. But the guy had proven his worth and mettle under fire many times over the years.

The Lieutenant had a keen intelligence and the base nature of a hell-hound that was extremely useful when it came to tracking the baddies the brass let him loose on, disguised as missions. Danny had come to understand the obscure methods deeply hidden under the wild chaos that was Lieutenant Steven J. McGarrett of the Navy SEALs.  And to somewhat his consternation, Danny found himself devotedly invested in the said Lieutenant’s general well-being.

..........

Steve huffed and finished what he was doing. Then ruffled through his duffel bag until he found two bottles of water and sat down cross- legged on the mat on the floor near the workout benches. Danny was not going to go away anytime soon and he might as well get it over with now, Steve thought to himself. All mental bitching aside, he found that talking things out with his NCO, did help him more often than not.

Danny left the punching bag and came to sit down beside Steve. Steve gave him the other bottle of water and let out a sigh.

"It's Sheppard. I can't get it out of my head Danny. I keep hoping and praying that those people got to him on time. But from what little I saw... it was bad, man. And to think that our own people did that to him, that I fucking hand-delivered him for that ... shit."

He stuttered and came to a stop, his breath hitching. Danny had a comforting hand on his back.

"It's been what, two days now since those classified fucks disappeared?" Steve asked, giving voice to the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind. "There's only a skeleton crew there in that village now, the one they'd secured earlier, right? And another one, milling around looking for those two missing assholes, that had John. Nobody's telling me shit except for an all polite 'I'm sorry sir, It's classified'. I spoke to Joe too. He says he doesn't know anything either. It's not like I'm looking for goddamn state secrets here, is it? Just tell me where they took him and if the guy is alive or not... Fuck."

Steve was mortified, realizing that he had worked himself up to a full-blown rant. That was what Danny usually did. Steve was the stoic one. But the guilt and the frustration were eating away at him and he suddenly felt like he needed to go down to the firing range right the fuck now; ok- so Danny was maybe onto something there.

"Hey, I know you two were close. Hell, I helped nudge you two knuckleheads along to get your acts together and get into it. And I'm sure that he is being taken care of, Steve. I mean they sent a fully-fledged Colonel to the field, to a war zone, just to retrieve him. And they would not have done that, if they were not very keen on keeping the zoomie alive. Shep must be important to someone higher up there for something and you must believe, for now, that is a good thing." Danny continued.

"And Steve, you did what you had to do, babe. Arresting him and handing him over was the only play you could make with the intel you had at the time. We all heard Hart over the line, Shep could have taken off with all of them, and instead, he got crazy and ran away," he gave a moment to let that sink in. "Now, you told me that you believed this Sumner guy, when he said that Shep was away saving lives? Not running around like a maniac," Danny asked after the lengthy pause.

Steve gave a grudging nod.

"Then you've got to cut yourself some slack and believe me when I say that you did the right thing at the time too;" Danny took the nod as a yes and continued. "Colonel Sumner wasn't there then and they didn't train you on telepathy or precognition at Annapolis or Illinois or anywhere else. So there is no way you could have known what Shep was doing. Anyone of us in your shoes at the time would have done what you did. Hell, orders came from Joe to hand him over to that fucker at Parwan and you couldn't have disobeyed a direct order. You think Joe would have ordered you to do that, if he knew they were going to torture the man?"

Danny answered his own question after a beat. "No babe, I don't think so."

He seemed content to leave it at that, picking up on the reluctant agreement in Steve’s face, even though Steve did not say anything.

“Then what the hell happened to Freddie?” Steve asked quietly after a moment. “Who or what killed him and his team? And what the hell could possibly have made him sound so pissed scared like that? You knew him too Danny, it wasn’t like him at all!”

Danny contemplated his answer and let out a sigh.

“Yeah, I was thinking about it too. He did sound a little crazy on the line. But you’ve got to realize babe, he just crashed. Maybe he was a bit out of it? On the other hand, your Colonel said it was something to do with his mission and that they were targeted by something that we don’t know about?”

“Sumner said they believed Freddie and his team were compromised the minute that call went up in the air or maybe before even that.” Steve replied.

“Well then, there you go. There is so much classified shit around that chopper; we simply don’t know what happened. Maybe it was like the Colonel said or maybe not. We just don’t know. That’s the job Steve. We all know what we get ourselves into when we take on our missions. And things don’t always go our way and missions do go FUBAR. And then we die. We just have to hope that this Colonel of yours will find the people who were responsible. It was their op after all.” Then Danny brought up the matter of more practical and relevant issues. “Besides, we have our own group of assholes to worry about. You need to get your head in the game, Steve. That’s our mission.”

Steve didn’t say anything for a while. But he knew Danny was right. There really was nothing he could do for Shep or Hart right now. But he could do something about the bad guys he already had in his sight. That would have to be enough for now.

Danny let him just sit in silence for a few more minutes. Then he stood up decisively.

"Come along, grasshopper- let’s go get some grub. Maybe we can talk Kono into seducing one of the hush-hush fuckers to cave in and tell us something. Maybe it was your ugly mug that had them clamping up on you. Kono is way prettier than you. Fuck, even that Jap's got more charm; what with the husky bed-room voice and dimples…"

Steve felt his lips twitching involuntarily at Danny's muttered musings. He let out a chuckle and got up to follow his friend. His feelings were still dangerously close to the surface- but he felt somewhat in control of them. He was glad that Danny found him when he did; the man had a way of getting him out of his funk. He was not going to say any of that out loud though; it wouldn't help him one bit to let his NCO's head get any bigger.

Base Commander's Office, Bagram Air Base - Afghanistan.

Commander Joe White summoned Steve to his office the next day.

“Get yourself a coffee and sit down Steve,” he invited.

Steve did as asked, knowing that whatever came next- had to be quite important. Commander White was like a father to Steve and often mentored him; in both his professional and personal lives. But the Commander rarely indulged in private chit-chat while on active duty.

“I know you’ve been upset over the whole incident regarding Hart and that pilot Sheppard. Hell, I am a little upset myself.” He gave birth to the understatement of the day.

“I’ve had contact with Colonel Sumner. Now, I can’t tell you about whom he works for or what Hart and others were involved in. And I can’t tell you where Sheppard is or how he is either. Why? Because I don’t know. But, here is what I can tell you - according to Sumner, the chopper that went down with Hart and others was involved in one of their operations. They are investigating what happened to them still, because apparently, they were way off from their destination-”

Steve nodded along. This was what the Colonel had informed him while he was taking Steve’s statement as well.

“They're not sure yet if any foul play was involved from their end or how the enemy got to their transport in the first place. And they are still investigating everyone who was included in that operation.”

Steve bristled at the insinuation that Freddie might have been consorting with the enemy. He had known the guy for a while and been down range with him several times. He was pretty sure Freddie wouldn’t do that.

Commander White held up a hand to forestall the argument he could see coming his way.

“I know he was a friend. But it’s their op and they have to find out what happened. Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that Sumner agreed to let us keep the bodies of the three SEALs with us. The team he has here will take the bodies of the civilians with them. He said that Hart and the other two SEALs were recruited in Canada. Apparently Hart was a part of the NORAD exchange. God knows how he managed that.”

Steve wasn’t sure whether his CO was referring to Freddie or Colonel Sumner. But he kept his doubts to himself and sipped his coffee.

“So he offered to return their bodies to the base in Canada, but I said we'll take care of it. That’s what I wanted to let you know. We have the bodies with us and I'll be making arrangements to return them back to the States within the week or so. I thought that maybe if you wrap up your mission here by that time, you can accompany them.”

“Thank you for arranging that, Sir.” Steve said with heartfelt gratitude. Escorting his friend’s body home was the least he could do for him.

With that he left his CO’s office to get back to the operation he was running. He was on the field team today, for the surveillance on the enemy base.

Naval Command and Control Center, Bagram Base - Afghanistan

Four days after Major John Sheppard's retrieval from Parwan.

Steve and his team found themselves gathered in the CIC (Command and Information Center/Command and Control) after dinner, for the day's review. Well, what was left of his team at the base anyway; since some of his team was still in the field. They were discreetly observing the activity in the enemy base they had tracked the weapons convoy to- earlier.

Thanks to several GPS trackers they had managed to install on the trucks, they now had the exact co-ordinates of the hidden base, the infamous Hesse brothers kept disappearing into.

……….

The SEAL team had been tracking the four suspicious vehicles, that split up from Kandahar and had been cruising all over the whole northern region of Afghanistan. The team had also split up, in order to tail each of them.

Finally, around about ten days ago, the vehicles, now full with illicit cargo of weapons, money, ammo and other assorted inventory enough to invade the whole country, had regrouped and continued towards the valley of Panjshir.

Anton Hesse had got into a truck along the way and continued with the convoy as well, which Steve considered an ad ded bonus. Wherever the elder brother was, the younger was not far behind and that saved them the trouble of locating the two assholes later. The convoy had continued until it ran out of the road and then into a barely navigable route in jungle terrain, leading towards the Hindu Kush mountains.

Continuing for about another day, deep into the jungle, the convoy had finally reached a small yet well-hidden base right up against the valley. It was located well away from the smaller villages scattered around Panjshir, but nestled quite close to Hindu Kush mountain range. Steve suspected that they probably had a network of cave entrances and even underground bolt holes, apart from the base they could see from the surface.

So nine days ago, this was where they were, when Steve had to divert to help the unfortunate Black Hawk; which then led to Sheppard's subsequent arrest.

Steve and his team had been taking turns in keeping up constant surveillance around the clock on the hidden base to get a feel of their operation. After the initial convoy they tracked, there had been three more arrivals. The brothers never left the place- but they were seeing the evidence, that somebody even higher up in the terrorist food chain had shown up. Only the previous day, the security had been beefed up all over the base considerably, after an armored SUV had delivered the said leader.

They had been gathering in the CIC every day since the discovery of the enemy base, to view all the information and footage whichever field team of the day managed to send through. They had been making plans for attacks; war gaming various scenarios and adapting the plans according to the changes that were happening at the enemy base.

……….

Today was different because their CO, Commander Joe White was present for the live review with them. Usually, Steve just handed over the day's report to him after the viewing session.

"Alright, listen up people!" Commander White called everybody for their attention.

"We've got the word down the line today. The mission's been green-lighted by the Naval Intelligence Command. They want your platoon to move in and shut it down.  The strategy is to kill or capture the two known targets and the unidentified target. Whatever other resistance, you deal with as you see fit. They want you moving within 24 hours. This is it, ladies, the operation 'Mountain Goats' is a go."

The only lady that was present at the CIC, Agent Kono Kalakaua tried her best to hide a snicker at that, but only partially succeeded. White sent her a look on his way out of the room. Steve could have sworn he saw a smirk on his Commander's face; but he was much better at hiding it than Agent Kalakaua.

Those two had a long debate going on about the silly little names the Naval Intelligence (ha ha) came up with, against the professionalism, the alphabet soup agencies displayed, with their use of alpha numeric IDs, for operations. And Steve was wisely staying away from it.

……….

Steve had been on the trail of these particularly troublesome Hesse brothers for a few months now; all the way back from India. He had followed them around half the world from India, Pakistan, Indonesia and Thailand before finally settling up for the long haul in Afghanistan.

The Naval Intelligence had caught wind of a strange deal going on- Victor and Anton Hesse had come up as big players. Therefore the NI had Steve on the field following them on ground discreetly, hoping to put a stop to whatever the Hesse brothers were planning. Although he was given the support of various SEAL teams available in every country he found himself in, Steve had managed to keep his second in command SCPO Danny Williams, Lieutenant JG Bradley Jacks, PO 1st class Junior Reigns, and PO 1st class Clay Garcia as permanent fixtures on his team.

Special Agent Kono Kalakaua of the Special Activities Division of the CIA, formerly of the DEA and with two tours under her belt as a soldier in the US Army before that, had been following a trail of arms deals when she had crossed paths with Steve. Realizing they were after the same terrorists, they had joined forces in Pakistan to continue the observations. She was a beautiful woman with Korean heritage and Steve thought he saw Danny always go a little bug eyed, every time she flashed her dimples at him.

Lieutenant Adam Noshimuri had come with Kono, as a package deal. He was an American/Japanese dual citizen with experience in JMSDF (Japanese Maritime Defense Forces) and Japan's PSIA (Public Security Intelligence Agency) and had been tracking a Yakuza connection to illegal armsdealing and smuggling. He had been seconded to the CIA almost a year ago, as part of a Japan-American Intelligence sharing venture. Kono and Adam had made a number of arrests and shut down some major smuggling routes. But the leadership of the enterprise had proven elusive. The CIA, in conjunction with its' Japanese counterpart, had given the blessing for the dynamic duo to join the SEAL team in order to get to the bottom of it. Danny believed that Adam was the calm, steady and reasonable presence to the wild hurricane that was Kono; much like he was to McGarrett.

Fourteen other enlisted SEALs from the Naval Base Bagram, including two more NCOs, completed Steve's platoon for the operation 'Mountain Goats'.

Navy SEAL Ready Room, Bagram Base - Afghanistan

The team was divided into four groups. Lieutenant Steven J. McGarrett had the overall tactical command of the operation and was going to be on the lead attacking team. He had four other SEALs and one Adam Noshimuri, whose field MO (Modus Operandi) was not that different from a real-life ninja.

Senior Chief Petty Officer Danny Williams would be leading a team into the base from the right flank and if anything were to happen to Steve, would be taking over as the ops lead. Petty Officer 1st class Junior Reigns had command of the team that would be attacking from the left.

These ground attack teams carried their standard primary weapons, HK MP7 4.6X30mm sub-machine guns with suppressors and Sig Sauer P239 subcompact 9mm hand guns strapped to their thighs, as secondary weapons. They all put on their standard body armor, night camo and face paint with their tac vests and field kits filled up with extra ammunition, several kinds of grenades, field med kits, comms gear, batteries, field rations and water. The team leaders also carried portable compact screens that they could use to tap into their night drone feeds that were observing the enemy base even now. They were all equipped with NVGs (Night vision goggles) and cameras with live feeds connected to their CIC, as it was the standard for any SEAL team raid.

PO Higgins was seen lovingly hugging his affectionately called Pirate Gun, a modified M79 grenade launcher as he carried it along with his standard kit to the helipad. The big man easily over 6’4" with a width to match, made the big gun look positively tiny and harmless.

Agent Kono Kalakaua, who was equally enamored and just as lethal with her beloved Sniper rifle McMillan Tac-338 that fired the deadly .338 Lapua Magnum rounds, had the lead of the snipers. She and three other SEALs made up the team that would take the 'Over Watch' position when they were at the field, keeping the asses of the ground team covered. Lieutenant JG Jacks, carrying an M82-50 caliber, extreme long range, anti-material sniper rifle and SEALs Garcia and Terrance with their MK-11 medium sniper rifles, completed the team. They also had special image intensifiers, thermal imaging cameras, and sound suppressors to aid the night vision and stealth.

……….

The three SEALs who were already at the enemy base conducting surveillance, would keep on aerial surveillance with the two drones they had in the air and would provide live feed for the team leaders and if the need be for the snipers to tap into, during the raid. They would also provide back up and act as field medics.

……….

After the order from his Commander, the whole team had gone over the objective and attack plan in detail. Steve had encouraged everyone to ask questions and state concerns. After two hours of intense discussion and planning, he had dismissed the team for a quick break with the order to be ready and report to the helipad at the west end of the complex by 0200 hrs. He had then gone to update his commander on the agreed plan. Joe White had given his approval, seeing that Steve and his team had everything covered.

West End Helipad – Meeting Point, Bagram Air Base - Afghanistan

0155 hrs

Being the professionals that they were, Steve found them ready and waiting eagerly, when he reached the meeting point at 0155 hrs with Commander Joe White in tow.

"Alright team, just so we are clear on the plan again. We go there, make sure the things are as they should be, go in hard and fast. We don't let them regroup. Stealth is the name of the game for the entry. You know what the Hesse brothers look like and we ID the other leader on the go. It's kill or capture for those three. And all the Intel we can get, we need to keep intact. That means keeping an eye on Anton, as he’s the tech guy. For the rest of the base, it's open season." He re-capped the quick and dirty version of the game plan.

"Go give them hell boys!" Joe White delivered the traditional order.

"Hooyah!" Came the enthusiastic reply from the platoon.

The Enemy Base, Panjshir Valley - Afghanistan

0245 hrs

The two Stealth Black Hawk helicopters had delivered the team some distance away from the objective due to the landing difficulty in the jungle terrain the enemy was based in. A half-hour trek through the jungle had brought them near the entry points and they were ready to begin.

Steve sent out a roll call.

His team, designated H1 through H5, stated each of their readiness into their comms. Steve was designated HL as he was the team lead.

Danny and Junior also had similar checks running through their own teams, designated R and L respectively. They were positioned at their entry points in right and left flanks and were ready to move on mark.

Kono reported to Steve the readiness of her team last when all of the snipers had dispersed and taken various Over-watch positions. They were perched on hills, trees and in Jack's case, on top of a Humvee parked at the highest point behind thick vegetation closest to the mountains. They had the enemy base covered from four positions and the three ground teams would breach from the points in between, providing each other maximum cover.

The ground teams would also change into hand signals after Steve's order to move in and only the snipers and drone teams would make verbal reports, keeping everyone on the loop. PO Higgins, acting as the team’s demolitions expert, would divert from Danny's team after the initial entry, to place explosives on strategic locations.

They would leave nothing behind when they were done.

Steve checked in with the ops controllers at the CIC in Bagram some 60 miles away, who were watching over the live feeds, for the final Go/No Go order.

"Hotel Lima, you are a go. I repeat you are GO." The confirmation came from the tech at the CIC.

Steve took a deep breath; sent a quick mental prayer to any god who watched over the crazy SEALs to keep his team safe and gave the order to move in.

The Lions of the Valley-Hidden Freedom Fighter Base, Panjshir Valley - Afghanistan

0300 hrs

Salim Khabir positively hated the night shift as a sentry. It was cold, humid and the mosquitoes would not leave him alone. There were three others guarding the main building tonight, sharing the misery with him; a fat lot of good that did...Not.

The flat-faced, dead-eyed, Chinese guy had everybody on their toes and Khabir had had to chip in as a guard, to keep up round-the-clock security. He was their official cook. There were altogether fifteen of them on duty tonight. Four for the main building, two for the storage shacks, three of them for the barracks where the soldiers were based and six patrolling the perimeter. And there were many others awake and guarding the miserable nights away inside the buildings as well.

"Shit. I had to draw the short straw again! What wouldn't I do to be inside the cozy guest house guarding that?" he thought to himself sourly.

"Whatever that Chinaman is about, he must be important. I have never seen the Hesse brothers cower away like that from anyone ever before," Khabir slapped at a mosquito on his forehead.

"Oh, I wonder what's up with all the hush-hush dealings going on in those caves? Nobody goes in there except for the brothers. And the weird China guy of course..." he kept up his mental dialog while scanning the surrounding area. It was a hopeless gesture though; the night was dark and the visibility was quite poor.

"And what the hell kind of name is Wo Fat, anyway?"

All the private musings that were keeping the hardships of the night sentry duty away, also kept Salim Khabir from noticing the red cigarette light, ten yards to his left, disappear into the night.

By the time he did notice, there was nothing he could do anyway. He may have opened his mouth to shout out a warning- but the knife across his throat put a stop to it, before the thought to shout even fully formed.

……….

Steve had sent Adam and Leonard to take care of the patrolling guards on their side of the entry. Those two had disappeared into the moonless night to neutralize the guards without breaking stealth. Two patrol guards with their throats slit and one guard shot in the head with a suppressed MP7 later, it was done.

Steve and his remaining three SEALs had silently trekked through the dark, while the patrol was busydying. They had gotten close behind each of the sentry guarding the main building- and all of them- including clueless Khabir, were dispatched thoroughly and quietly, with their throats slit open.

Steve then directed two of his SEALs to drag the bodies away while waiting for the team leaders to signal in, with clicks on the comms.

……….

Danny spared a couple of seconds to watch his two guys- Ruiz and Hicks- taking off after the two guards who had the misfortune to wander towards the entry point- where Danny and his team were positioned. The third guard held Danny’s full attention now. Poor sod had taken a detour into the thicket to relieve himself only maybe three yards off to his left. Danny waited patiently until the guy finished and tucked himself in; then blew his brains out with his suppressed MP7, point blank.

Signaling Steve and Reigns with pre-arranged clicking codes on his comms, he moved his team towards their target, as Higgins went away to plant his deadly gifts.

……….

Team leader PO Junior Reigns was listening to the signal of all clear/moving in from Williams while watching his point of entry. Lt. Jacks, the sniper who was closest to him and had the birds' eye view of Reigns' entry, was giving him a terse report.

"Six patrol guards are down. Reigns you are clear to move. You've got two at the shacks and one moving from the barracks towards them. You got about thirty seconds to move before the third joins the party-"

Reigns directed Jones and Derrick to take care of the stationary guards and moved towards cover behind the shacks, to meet the arriving guard. He heard the soft gurgles that erupted from the dying guards and then the swish, as the bodies were dragged aside by his team. He observed the arriving party getting a little bit agitated and waving his torch around, as he couldn't see his fellow guards where they were supposed to be. Junior had seconds to act before the guard panicked and raised the alarm.

He took his k-bar, calmly took a breath, and sent it flying. His aim proved true as the knife found its mark, burying itself deep in the third guards' throat.

He signaled his advance as the rest of his team joined him after tucking the bodies behind the storage shacks.

……….

The smaller building they had identified earlier as the point where the base security was coordinated, was tucked away to the side of the main building. Danny's team had the task of breaching and securing it while Steve and his team breached the main building from its entrance and exit simultaneously.

Danny directed Bryce and Klein from his team to detach and reinforce Reigns' team according to the plan- Junior had the unenviable task of breaching the barracks where the terrorists slept.

Danny, Ruiz and Hicks made their entry through the only door the security hut had. Hicks, who was on point, mule kicked the door and Ruiz threw a frag grenade. They entered, leading with their MP7s and the still stunned and confused enemy had no hope of putting up a reasonable resistance.

There were ten of them in all and within ten minutes all of them lay dead where they were with shots to the chests and heads. Danny then got busythat with the computers. He inserted the data retrieval units they were all issued prior to the raid by the Naval Intelligence Command for this purpose. The NIC was anal about collecting every scrap of data they could.

Ruiz quickly cleared the rest of the building while Hicks kept watch.

……….

Steve, Riley, Wilkes, and Nelson positioned themselves at the front entrance of the main building as Adam and Leonard made their way toward the exit. This team had to be cautious with their entry because it was suspected that the leaders were housed in the upper section of this two storey building. They breached at the same time Danny's team did, to preserve stealth to the last possible minute. Wilkes kicked the door in and the grenades were thrown in. Steve heard Adam and Leonard making entry through the back as well.

Gunfire erupted as the confused and injured guards started firing blindly. Steve took cover behind an upturned sofa and returned fire, covering his fellow SEAL’s entry. They moved in tandem covering each other and within seven minutes, they had cleared the ground floor of the mail building. Eight enemies lay dead with kill shots to heads and chests.

Meanwhile, Kono reported in, saying she had taken care of two guards upstairs. Both were unfortunate enough to move towards windows wandering into Kono's cross-hairs. Taking the stairs that was the only way up from inside was proving difficult, now that the enemy was up and alert. But the element of surprise and shock and awe tactics were still working to their advantage, keeping the enemy somewhat confused. Steve managed to shoot down two more as they peered down from the upstairs railing.

Then five of the enemy got organized and positioned themselves behind cover from above to block the SEALs from gaining the upstairs. Steve waited until Adam and Leonard joined him. He then signaled Adam, who nodded in response.

Both of them popped from the cover they were behind and lobbed two grenades in perfectly timed simultaneous throws; both grenades sailed in elegant arcs and landed near the two clusters of enemies upstairs. The SEALs were already moving and at the base of the stairs when the grenades went off, killing the five targets instantly.

Steve and Adam got to the top together and Steve turned left while Adam turned right. They had three main rooms to clear on the second floor.

Riley and Nelson followed Steve to the left with Leonard and Wilkes following Adam to the right. Steve moved cautiously with his two SEALs flanking him, clearing closets and bathrooms. When they reached the bedroom door, it exploded outwards showering them in wood splinters. They all ducked on reflex and rolled to find cover.

"Come on you mother fuckers!! Come get me, I dare you. You fucking cunts!!"

They all heard hysterical screaming and swearing coming from the room. They had found Anton Hesse. It made things easier for them. If Anton was here screaming at them, he was not busy deleting their databases.

"Come out with your hands up Anton. It's over." Steve calmly ordered while keeping his weapon pointed at the door.

Sound of a breaking window was followed by a report from Garcia on the Over Watch. Anton had tried to take a leap off the balcony and Garcia had firmly discouraged the notion.

Anton Hesse did not come out with surrender as ordered. He came out shooting his shotgun in a blazing arc trying to catch the SEALs in a sweep. It was a dumb thing to try to use a shotgun as a machine gun and he only managed to make a couple of massive holes on the walls and a wooden closet door. Steve and his team were again showered with splinters, pieces of bricks, and dry plaster of walls but none of them were seriously harmed. Steve took careful aim and shot the maniac on the thigh. Anton let out a squeal; dropped his gun and then dropped to the ground hugging his injured thigh, wailing miserably.

Riley calmly secured Anton Hesse while Nelson quickly patched the wound with a field dressing. They would properly treat it after they had him transported back to Bagram. The field bandage would keep him from bleeding out and going into shock.

Steve was about to order them to take him to their exit point when Garcia came on his comms again.

"Boss, I've got movement. One bogey on the roof moving fast towards the back of the building. He is making a run to the caves. I repeat bogey moving north on the roof top. I do not have a shot."

The urgency of the report had Steve running into the room Anton had just vacated. He ran into the balcony and jumped on the railing. Using it as a step to propel himself up, he managed to grab hold of the rainwater drain at the edge of the roof. He hauled himself onto the roof and took off running after the enemy, whom he could see already gaining distance. He had a feeling this might be the third and the unidentified target.

He barked orders to Nelson and Riley to secure the prisoner and take him to the exit point while on pursuit. He ignored Danny's shouts through his comms to wait for goddamn backup before running after maniacs by himself. Steve knew Danny would follow and get to him on time anyway, despite his bitching.

……….

Adam, Leonard, and Wilkes were having a relatively easier time compared to Steve and his team. They were clearing the right-wing, when they came face to face with Victor Hesse. He had a bomb strapped to his chest and a dead man's trigger clutched tightly in his right fist.

"Now, just lower your weapons and raise your hands."

The older Hesse ordered calmly with his German-accented English. Seeing Adam and the two SEALs obeying his order- boosted his confidence.

"I will be slowly walking out of here, down the stairs, and out of that door. And you will let me- otherwise, all of us go to hell in an ugly boom, and sort our shit down there in front of the devil." He informed them with an arrogant smirk.

Adam tracked Hesse's slow movement towards the stairs with a slight smile. When his mental count reached six seconds Adam said "Ouch."

Victor Hesse had about a second to wonder about the strange reaction to his seemingly working plan to get away. Then he heard a splat and felt a spray of liquid on his face. His brain went offline for a moment and when it came back online, he registered a bloody stump where his right fist used to be. The dead man's trigger and his right fist lay scattered to tiny pieces on the floor. His eyes rolled back his head and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Ouch is the word brah." Said Kono in Adam's ear jubilantly.

Adam kneeled down by the passed-out Hesse to put a tourniquet and wrap up what was left of his hand. Wilkes slowly divested Hesse of his deadly ornament now laid on his chest harmlessly. Once finished, Adam directed Wilkes and Leonard to take Victor Hesse away and join the other two from Steve's team. Adam himself took off with the intention of finding Steve. He had a feeling Steve was going to need help.

……….

PO Junior Reigns and his team were engaged in a fire fight with enemies in the barracks. One of them somehow had woken up before they could breach and alerted his buddies. They had barricaded the entrances to the complex and started shooting at Junior and his team. EneThe enemymy had the cover of their building and Junior’s team was scattered around the building behind whatever cover they could find. They had both the entrance and exit of the building covered and had already killed three enemy combatants who tried to come out of the building. Now they were locked in an impasse; with Junior’s team outside and the enemies inside.

Junior popped up from behind the truck he was taking cover and took a couple of shots at the enemy who was aiming at a running SEAL. Derrick was moving from his cover to get behind another nearby tree. The terrorist ducked inside and Derrick made it behind cover safely.

Then Reigns spotted the man he was waiting for. Higgins had been busy planting explosives. He had just finished the shacks and the security hut and was moving towards the main building when Reigns signaled him to divert towards him behind the truck instead.

"Ah Junior, you want me to break up the tie?"

PO Higgins was all smiles realizing he was getting to use his Pirate Gun, the modified M79 grenade launcher.

"Yes, Higgins. If you would please do the honors,"

Reigns gestured him with a sweeping hand and took a step back to make space for the big SEAL and his big gun. He signaled his team to take cover and cover their ears.

Higgins took a knee, aimed his grenade launcher towards the housing complex, and let loose.

Four strategically placed shots from the Pirate Gun later; the housing complex was reduced to half-collapsed rubble. The terrorists, suffering from various injuries, came spilling out and it was shooting fish in a barrel for Junior and his team then.

Higgins took a mocking bow and sauntered away to complete his original mission.

……….

Danny cursed when he heard Steve taking after the bad guy all by himself. He hurriedly directed the rest of his team to finish data retrieval from the security hut and then continue to the rest of the available

identified data points to keep gathering everything they could. He then took off after Steve, berating him about the back-up all the way.

……….

The target had continued his mad dash over the roof, taken a running leap onto a truck that was parked below, rolled off its' hood and continued running through the thicket towards the mountains.

Steve caught up to him just as he was stepping into an obscure area that most probably led into a cave or a tunnel system. He didn't want to lose the guy in a maze; so he took a couple of shots on the run, trying to steer him away while closing the distance.

The man was quick on his feet as he veered away and continued running alongside the hills still aiming to take his chance disappearing into the jungle. Steve matched his stride and vector and put on a burst of speed.

Then the man somewhat surprised Steve, as he changed direction again; this time running straight at Steve. Caught off guard, Steve went down with his target on top of him in a tangle of limbs.

They fought fiercely. The bad guy didn't waste time raining punches on Steve's face while trying desperately to grab his gun. Steve held on to his gun with all his might and managed to aim an elbow to his opponent's face. The man took it on the jaw and rolled with it; when he disengaged from Steve, he had Steve's MP7 in his hands.

The man got to his knees in one smooth motion and aimed the gun at Steve's face. His finger tightened on the trigger and a smirk graced his face.

What he didn't realize was that when Steve aimed an elbow at his face, his other hand was going to his hand gun which was strapped to his thigh. That move loosened Steve’s grip on the MP7, letting the bad guy have the weapon.

So by the time he rolled off Steve and took a knee to aim Steve’s own weapon at him, Steve already had his hand gun tucked close to his chest, aimed at the smirking asshole's face.

A second later, the bad guy fell to the ground face-first; a neat hole in his chest, because Steve had changed his aim at the last second to keep him alive.

……….

Adam and Danny both made it to Steve at the same time. They had been directed by the drone team to his whereabouts. They found their leader kneeling by the fallen body of the bad guy, with both his palms pressed against a bleeding wound on the bad guy’s chest.

Adam contacted the medics for the field stretcher to be brought in to transport the man while Danny took time to fuss over Steve, to make sure the SEAL wasn't about to keel over from an undisclosed wound as well.

……….

Calls were made and the choppers were brought in. They had space to land at the enemy base which was now firmly under the SEAL's control. All three wounded targets were transported to Bagram along with the medics and one more SEAL to keep an eye on them.

The rest of the team dispersed around the base to secure everything. The hard part might have been over; but they still had to go over everything to take inventories, to make sure they didn't miss any data they could retrieve, and to sweep the area for any stragglers hiding away.

After two hours of thorough search throughout the base, Steve was satisfied. He called his team to the chopper that was patiently waiting to take them back. They all got in and once the bird climbed high enough in the sky, Steve called Higgins to deliver the coup de grace.

The Petty Officer gleefully pressed the buttons in his remote detonator. Explosions rocked the enemy base in answer, taking in all the illegal weapons, ammo, buildings, and bodies and turning them into dust and rubble.

Lt. Steve McGarrett congratulated his team on a job well done; boisterous hooyah's were shouted in reply.

The Lions of the Valley was no more.

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[kmp78]

K no offense but don't be such a hypocrite and act so high and mighty about covid, J sure has been irresponsible and careless and has acted as he doesn't give a fuck, but you know who has been gazillion times worse? Your bullshit pawn ugly man face pos fraudery, not only careless selfish irresponsible but retarded, covid has been her disrespect shitshow party, she has proven what an utter turd asshole she is, utter faker bad human.

How tf has she been worse?! 😂😂😂🤔

Seriously this jealousy is INSANE. 👀