#I guess the only closure I could want from this is knowing if he cried over me or actually regrets what he’s done

[imagine-you]

writin' you a letter and I don't know where to start part 2 of 3 [steve harrington/reader]

summary: You think leaving Hawkins will be a painless and easy farewell, but when you reconnect with Steve Harrington the night before you're set to leave town, you realize there's something still left in Hawkins you'll miss. You decide to write Steve a letter and when he writes back, you can't help but feel thrilled to reforge your connection with him. It's easy to fall in love with Steve, but when you fall out of touch again, you think you're officially done with him once and for all. Years later, you're visiting your parents in Hawkins for Christmas, when a deputy pulls you over and you realize maybe Hawkins and Steve aren't done with you. word count: 2.3k author's note: this was meant to be a oneshot, but I had a family emergency last week and I couldn't finish this in one go. so much thought and love has gone into planning this fic, so to entice you a bit more, part three involves deputy!steve and reconciliation. 💖

part one / part two / part three

Weeks passed and you were just as lonely in Chicago as you were in Hawkins.    

You couldn't help but feel like a total failure as a person. You hadn't made one new friend and half the time your mind was focused on Hawkins. No, not Hawkins. Steve.

You fell asleep at night thinking of the way Steve felt pressed against you while you were dancing and woke up wishing he was there to recreate the sensation all over again. You had never outright longed for anyone or anything as much as you did for Steve. He had awakened something within you. It was a want that you had never experienced before and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to entertain it or ignore it.   

It wasn't only that, though. Steve had made you feel wanted. His whole focus had been on you and you still felt breathless at the thought of his breath against your ear and his hands on you. Just the memory of that moment with Steve was intoxicating and you wanted more.  

You felt stupid for wanting someone you could never have, but you wanted to feel the way you did when you were dancing with Steve. Chicago was just cold and lonely and you didn't think you'd be able to move on from Hawkins if you were still so focused on something you didn't even realize you would miss once it was out of your life.  

One night, sleep eluded you because you kept thinking of Steve Harrington and his dumb, beautiful eyes and gorgeous hair. You felt crazy and stupid as the minutes ticked by and you were still thinking of him. You thought maybe you just needed some type of closure. Maybe you just needed to know that Steve had forgotten all about you and you probably wouldn't ever see him again.  

So, you found yourself getting out of bed and walking over towards your desk. You turned on your lamp and grabbed a piece of paper before you began to write:  

Dear Steve,    I don't know why I'm writing you this letter. I guess I feel like we have too much history just to leave it at a dance with no real goodbye. I know how this is going to sound, but I've been thinking about you a lot.   We knew everything about each other when we were kids. Like, remember when you came over to my house and my mom made us grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup? But you hate tomato soup, and you didn't want to hurt her feelings, so you tried to eat it and you ended up crying? And then I slurped your soup down so fast I burned my tongue just so you wouldn't have to eat anymore? I never told anyone about that. Not even my mom.   Or what about when I had a Malibu Barbie and I tried to marry her to your G.I. Joe and you got so pissed off because you swore up and down that he would never get married to Barbie? And I was so mad that I cried and then wrote you a list of all the reasons why G.I. Joe would be lucky to get a girl like Malibu Barbie. Whatever happened to that list? Did you throw it away? Light it on fire? Bury it in your yard?  Anyways, Chicago is great, but I'm wondering how things are going back in Hawkins.   Hope you're well!   -- Y/N 

You weren't sure if you actually had any intention of sending the letter, but the next morning when you woke up, you asked your mom for a stamp.  

"A stamp?" She sounded surprised by the question, but she started to rummage through her purse. "What do you need a stamp for?" 

You shrugged your shoulders, helpless against the hopeful little smile you gave her. "A letter." 

Your mom laughed, but didn't try to get you to tell her who the letter was addressed to. "Here you go," she told you, handing over the little book of stamps she had in her purse. "Keep it. In case you write another one." 

"I doubt it," you denied with a shake of your head. "Thanks," you added before allowing her to pull you into a hug.  

"I know this move has been a lot on you," she said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But if there's anything you need to make any of this any better, then I'll get it for you." 

You nodded your head before pushing closer into your mom's embrace. "Thanks," you repeated, feeling overwhelmingly grateful for your mom.  

You couldn't quite squash the little tendril of hope you felt that Steve just might write you back. But as weeks passed and there was no letter waiting for you each day after school, you started to figure that Steve couldn't have cared less about responding.  

You had resigned yourself to never hearing from him again. He was just a fleeting crush and you needed to move on.  

Your resolve to stay strong and emotionless went right out the window when your mom handed you an envelope halfway through your spring break.  

"Steve Harrington, huh?" 

"What?" You barely resisted the urge to reach out and snatch the envelope away from her. Instead, you calmly held your hand out and took it. You half-expected to see your letter with a 'return to sender' stamp on it, but you were pleasantly surprised to see your name and Steve's switched, letting you know that he had responded after all.  

"You two used to be nearly inseparable," she mused, her expression betraying her amusement. "What happened?" 

You didn't want to quite break the news to your mom that her kid was a total loser on the high school social scale, so you stuck with shrugging your shoulders. "Who knows?" You turned and barely stopped yourself from fleeing towards your room. Instead, you turned the letter over and over in your hands, trying to see if you could somehow read the words through the envelope.  

You swore you could hear your mom laughing as you raced up the stairs once you were finally out of her line of sight. You didn't know what had her so amused, but you could barely contain your excitement as you sat down at your desk and finally ripped open the envelope. You pulled the letter out and began to read: 

Dear Y/N,  I was really surprised to hear from you. I thought once you made it out to a big city, you'd drop anything that reminded you of Hawkins. Glad to know I was wrong.   I do remember hating tomato soup, but me crying? No way. I think you're making that one up. I totally remember you crying over your doll.   And G.I. Joe still won't marry Malibu Barbie. Maybe I should find out what I did with that list and make my own list of why he would totally go for another babe.   But you're right. About us having all that history? It seems weird that we stopped talking. I wonder why that happened.   Do you have any plans for the summer? I've got to get a job to prove my worth or whatever to my dad so I'm going to be slinging ice cream at the mall. Sounds fun huh? Is rocky road still your favorite? If you happen to visit this summer, I'll save you a scoop.   Where you going to college? Out there in Chicago or somewhere else? Try not to hold how smart you are over my head or anything. I know you're an egghead.    -- Steve  

Your face was beginning to hurt from how long you had been smiling, but you didn't care. Steve had not only written you back, but he seemed to expect a response from you. 

You grabbed a piece of paper and started writing your reply. You didn't want to seem too eager, but you didn't want to lose the tentative friendship you seemed to be reforming with Steve. If anything, you could always craft a response now and then wait a couple weeks to send it.  

Steve,  As much as I didn't fit in there, Hawkins will always be a part of my history. And so will you. But I do want us to remain friends, which is why I wrote you in the first place.   And really, Steve? Come on. You cried all the time when we were kids. If you don't remember the tomato soup incident, then what about when we broke into Mrs. Featherstone's yard? We really wanted to go sledding and she had the best hill in her backyard. I stood on watch while you jumped the fence and then you let me in. We took turns going down the hill and then you hit a rock and scraped your knee. You cried at the first sight of blood and I ran and got Mrs. Featherstone and she was so pissed with us. But she bandaged you up and gave us cookies and sent us home.   You can't tell me you don't remember that happening. I saw that scar on your knee last time I saw you play basketball, so I know it hurt. And if you don't remember crying that day, then I have a million other stories to try to jog your memory.   Also, I don't think I'm planning on doing much this summer besides getting ready for school. I got into a few colleges, but I'm sticking around Chicago, so I'll go to the university here. It's supposed to be a really good school.   And don't try to tell me you're not smart, Steve. I know you are. Maybe you don't know that, but I do.   Let me know how much you make scooping ice cream. If I fail out of my first semester of college, maybe I'll join you next year.   Write back soon!  -- Y/N

You felt a little thrill at demanding Steve write back, but you couldn't deny that you wanted a response from him now more than ever. You wished you had the guts to just pick up the phone and call him, but you didn't even know if he still had the same phone number from when you were kids. Worse yet, you might call and his mom might answer. You were sure it wouldn't be long before she got in touch with your mom and then they would think it was just the cutest thing ever that the two of you were friends again.  

So, no. You would stick to writing for now.  

It felt like torture as you waited a week and then two weeks to finally mail the letter. You knew it was saving the shred of dignity you had not to let Steve know just how eager you were to talk to him, but you hated having to wait.  

You were happy when Steve's response came only a week later. It was easier to convince yourself to send a letter back after only three days. You loved sharing your childhood memories with Steve, but you also looked forward to hearing about his life in Hawkins. There were moments when time seemed to drag on unusually long between his responses, but you figured things in Hawkins were always taking a turn for the worse.  

He told you about the mall burning down and the causalities that ensued. He told you about his new job and friend named Robin. You couldn't help feeling the slightest bit jealous of his newfound best friend, but you figured you were just being silly. Nothing would ever happen between you and Steve, and while it was nice to hope, you had to stay realistic if you wanted to guard your heart.  

You continued to write Steve throughout the first semester of your freshman year at University of Chicago. When you passed all your finals, Steve congratulated you and told you he would take you out for a drink if you ever made it back to Hawkins. You wondered if Steve was asking you out on a date, but you quickly dashed the idea.  

No matter how much you tried to guard your heart, you still couldn't seem to stop yourself from falling fast and hard for Steve. Every letter just strengthened your connection and all you could think about was hearing his laugh and seeing his smile and feeling his hand in yours.  

It was a couple weeks before the spring break of ‘86 when you decided to throw all caution to the wind and tell Steve how you felt.  

Steve,  I know this is crazy. I feel pretty crazy right about now. But these letters and talking to you has meant the world to me. I have feelings for you, Steve. Really intense, huge, scary feelings. And I just like you so damn much. If you feel the same way, then maybe I can visit Hawkins for spring break? And maybe we can get something to eat or go see a movie or get a drink and just see where this goes. But if you don't feel the same, then feel free to just ignore this. I just couldn't take it any longer and I had to know if I was in this alone or if you were there with me too.  Let me know.   -- Y/N 

You knew that waiting on a response would feel nearly impossible, but you never for once thought that Steve would simply not write back. Your wait spanned days and weeks and months and years. You had cried every night of your spring break, wishing for an alternate universe where Steve had responded in kind and you were spending your time in Hawkins, unbelievably happy and in love.  

You had well and truly given up on ever hearing back from Steve by the time your sophomore year of college started. You convinced yourself you didn't care and that you would never have to see or speak to Steve Harrington ever again.  

What were the odds that you would ever end up back in Hawkins, anyways? 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #imagine #reader insert #stranger things x reader #writin you a letter fic #reader #my fic

[carefulfears]

you technically asked for this: please please please talk about scully & samantha (how scully loves her, their connection, etc etc)

(previous post on this here)

the thing about it is like…scully loves samantha in so many different ways. she has to, first and foremost, by nature of loving mulder the way she does. it comes with the territory. it’s a package deal: mulder and his trailing ghost, mulder and his quest, mulder and what “matters.” there’s no separation. he’s 3 people at all times: the man in front of her, the one in bellefleur, the little boy from the pictures with his baby sister on his back. there are no photos of mulder without samantha, none taken without her, none taken after her. and he tells scully why: “i’m still walking into that room. every day of my life.”

and i guess that scully doesn’t have to love her, but she does, because she loves that man in bellefleur who sat down and told her what matters to him. she also loves her job. she loves the work that they do. she loves being “on the side of the victim,” and chasing monsters, making discoveries. she’s cognizant and respectful of what’s at the center. there is a reason that they do this every day, and it isn’t because they get a kick out of little green men. she’s protective, she really doesn’t mess around, not when it’s this important. as early as miracle man in season one, every time anyone mentions samantha, she’s standing up. she’s on edge, she’s controlling. this is important, but it’s not to everyone.

they’re the same age. they were taken by the same people. endured the same tests. reading samantha’s diary, listening to her talk about how much she hated it, the way scully cried…she doesn’t remember this (or maybe she does) but penny northern told her once that she held her while she cried, after the tests. who held this little girl, just writing in her journal that she wanted her brother?

scully wrote a journal like that too, once, saved her testimony for that same person. in closure the way that she tells mulder to go get some sleep, and she keeps looking. when she finds the police report she tells him: “i got it, mulder. i couldn’t believe it when i saw it. it was like it was looking for me.”

she’s guided, just like missy guides. these sisters linger.

as the years go on, bill dies, then tena. csm is out hiding with the anasazis, or whatever he deems priority. there’s no one else there who knows, but scully does. scully knows that they spent their summers playing baseball. they argued over the television, called each other names. she broke her collarbone on the swing, she was 6. it’s forever his turn on their last board game.

“not fox. mulder.” she corrected her mother with a smile, she knows there’s one person who calls him that. (and still does, screaming in his head, in his dreams).

to most everyone else, samantha is a name in a file, a statistic in a project. but “dana k. scully” is 3 shelves down.

she’s a picture in a frame, a ghost in his head. words on tattered paper. she’s scully’s babies’ angel aunt, one of two, and jackson has her hair. maybe baby2 her eyes, or her smile.

scully is just as haunted, as mulder is, and she’s been closer than he could ever get. she understands more. but when it was her turn, someone held her, and she came back to a person that samantha could only write about. so they chase ghosts forever and ever, because they deserve to be sought.

#asks

[agoodomenssideblogiguess]

You know how Neil Gaiman said that when it comes to new television shows, Crowley would probably enjoy the Good Place?

Don't imagine Crowley watching the episode where Eleanor finds out her mom isn't dead.

Don't think about how he probably scoffed at Michael telling Eleanor that she should accept that her mom has changed. Don't think about how when Eleanor says "Because I wanted that mom! I wanted the mom who made me afternoon snacks instead of just telling me to look for loose fries in the McDonald's ball pit," his mind conjures memories of God's cold dismissal of his request to meet with Her back when he was still an angel and Aziraphale had just told him about how his brand new nebula only had 6,000 years left.

Don't think about how when Eleanor says "Why does Patricia get that mom?" Crowley probably thinks back to Job and how even if he didn't get answers, he at least had the chance to ask the question. Why wasn't he allowed to ask?

Jesus too, even as he suffered, got to ask: My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Even though it took 3 days, Jesus at least got some closure in the end.

As Crowley fell, he probably cried out the same thing and his only closure was getting dunked into a boiling pool of sulfur, a cruel precursor to Jesus' baptism.

And DON'T think about how when Eleanor says "If Donna Shellstrop has truly changed, then that means she was always capable of change," a sob probably gets caught in Crowley's throat too.

"But I just wasn't worth changing for," Eleanor concludes.

Do you think he finishes the episode?

I don't think so. I think he leaves the remaining 8, almost 9 minutes unwatched, promising himself to come back on a boring day with nothing to do and no one to visit.

I don't think he's really quite sure what to expect from the ending of the episode. Some closure maybe, a sudden understanding, quiet relief from some weight being lifted away, maybe even a desire to forgive Her.

I don't think he gets any of that. And that makes sense. After all, Donna is a human and God is, well, God. Humans can grow, change, exercise their free will. God is ineffable.

I think that as the episode goes on, Crowley probably thinks to himself that he should have just finished the episode the day he'd started it.

When Eleanor says "You need to commit to this," Crowley thinks he probably should have made Aziraphale watch this with him some time before Gabriel showed up. Maybe if he had, things would be different right now. Maybe Aziraphale would have chosen the beautiful life they'd painstakingly carved from themselves out of the end of the world.

I think Crowley would really like the phrase Michael used at the end of the episode: "afterlife life." It a bit if a throwaway line but it brings back a memory from a makeshift bus stop at the end of the world.

"Do you believe in life after death?"

"I suppose I must do."

Michael tells Eleanor, "You told him that you loved him and he told you that he loved you back," and it stings a bit to realize that for all he tried, he couldn't actually say it to Aziraphale. Could barely do more than skirt around the word 'couple.' Maybe that's where it all went wrong. He didn't just need the one fabulous kiss, he needed a proper, direct, confession that left no room for misinterpretation.

I think as the next episode plays and Eleanor gets her memories of her 'afterlife life with Chidi, he wonders what it feels like to have someone give you barely any time to finish your confession before they're saying "I love you, too."

Crowley's not as deterministic as Eleanor. He's a strong proponent of free will, even took the time to learn it for himself. And Crowley is, underneath it all, an optimist. So when Eleanor says "I guess I was right. I'm incapable of love," Crowley's hardly listening. He's too busy thinking that it's really rather fortunate that despite his demonic nature, Crowley can and does love. He barely hears the joke about Eleanor's Sam the Eagle dreams because he's too busy replaying Eleanor's promise to Chidi a few scenes earlier over and over again in his head, like a prayer he hopes will reach the right person up in heaven.

"It's okay. No matter what he does, we will find each other, and we will help each other because we're soul mates."

#good omens fanfiction #sorta? idk #good omens #go2 #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #the fact that in the episode after Eleanor gets her memories back and theres the whole 'crowleys memory was erased' theory jumpscared me

[random-person10]

Heartbreak High

The new one, not the old one.

This show has always managed to confuse me and I don't know if it's an Australian thing or a writer's thing. I'm pretty sure it's the former coz it happens every time I watch anything Australian.

But this season was even more confusing than the first. Like in the first season, it was chaotic to me how everyone ended up fucking almost everyone, I could not guess who was going to get together at fucking all. All it took is for these fuckers to make 4-second eye-contact and BAM sex, get a grip. Ig teenagers are actually like that and I'm just a loser. Anywho, this season, the only thing that confused me was Rowan's whole character arc.

Let me break this down:

He said that when he came to Hartley High, he was just ready to move on from his brother's death, or maybe he wanted to move on in Dubbo, I dunno I kind of didn't pay attention. But like, he started killing birds and terrorizing Amerie with them on the first fucking day of being there, because she didn't remember him?

This motherfucker went into the forest, while Ant was busy threatening to cut his dick off, killed a bird, and put it on her bag? Sorry but how fast does this man act? What a machine.

Then he dated her ex-boyfriend? For what reason? Was it strategic? I still haven't figured that one out yet. Like sure it'll make Amerie jealous but he seemed genuinely into him so I don't think that's it. Actually, thinking about it now, Malakai is hot and Rowan was all "forget Amerie" or whatever so that bit does make sense tbh. I cried when they broke up go away, imagine the person you're dating calls u by their ex's name? ugh sad

Then after breaking up with Malakai and getting his heart savagely broken, he just starts dating Amerie? At first, I assumed that was because he planned to hurt her emotions, but he literally spoke about her to 'Jett' like he was into her, so that confused me. I thought he hated her?

Like bro seemed to not have a plan. I know he's not mentally stable and all that but like what was going on in his mind? He's trying to ruin her life, but also likes her, but also thinks she murdered his brother.

And why did he tell Malakai to fuck off when he started dating Amerie? Like was that genuine possessiveness or was that part of the plan? (My little brain was like "awe he wants to protect Malakai from whatever he has planned at that dance so he's telling him to go away, cutee he still likes him" but I'm delulu so ignore that)

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF

His delusions just vanished with Amerie saying: "he died because he loved you" and a clip of Jett not being a part of Rowan's hallucination anymore... like excuse me, I need a clip of this man going to a therapist and actually acknowledging his schizophrenia, not whatever this form of fucking 'closure' is.

It was so half-arsed, it made me mad.

Man, I genuinely liked the guy, but it seemed like they created his plot 4 episodes into the season. Nothing linked.

Still was very obsessed with the show tho. The sarcasm and the sibling vibes were very entertaining. STILL THE PLOT MAKES VERY LITTLE SENSE. But, again I'm very bad at paying attention so I might've got it all wrong.

Side note: the principal's dog (Joan of Arc) with her little fuchsia-coloured vest were the highlight of this show for me, isn't that kinda sad? There is a scene where the principal is talking to Cash, and Joan is facing the opposite direction and I laughed at that for like 30 minutes, tragic.

#heartbreak high 2022 #rowan callaghan #amerie wadia #malakai mitchell #I need to get a fucking life this is sad #Joan of Arc the dog #Yes I'm making a tag for her #she stole the show for me

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

oh boy oh boy it’s episode six time!!

- the only context i have going into this is that my friend who already watched the episodes said they made her upset so i am. Afraid.

- gorgeous opening shot with the lighthouse ngl

- ned who the fuck are you and also stay the fuck away from my boys

- okay but the line “my love, i’m still a musician at heart” goes so hard

- uh oh izzy and ed interaction

- y’know this is as close to closure as they’re gonna get tbh

- archie’s insane i love her

- fang sipping tea and being bitchy <3

- sad that the party was a lupete wedding :/

- godDAMNIT the twink is back

- god i love this crew so much

- lmao ed giving children knives (also taika’s daughters!!)

- “we own an inn” WHAT IF I SOBBED AND CRIED AND LOST MY MIND

- “minor prince, pirate queen who conquered all of china” i love her so much

- OH MY GOD WEE JOHN AND IZZY DRAG BONDING 😭😭😭

- i love that they’re all chill with ed now

- they’re all so hot and fun and goofy and i love them

- FUCKING SLAY KRISTIAN

- ngl i was very scared when izzy first came on singing but OH MY GOD.

- i forgot how good of a singer con is i am LOSING MY MIND

- oh my god oh my god oh my god

- the polycule dancing!!

- NO DONT INTERUPT IZZY >:(

- ed immediately pushing stede behind him at the first sign of danger 😩

- i love stede’s face when ed says “i only hang out with cool pirates”

- AHKSTKGKSJAJKSJS PROTECTIVE ED

- “no no no it’s me you want it’s me you want” what if i lost my entire mind

- “whatever this is it’s just going to turn me on” season one izzy could NEVER

- lmao didn’t even process that pete and lucius weren’t there they were just off fucking i guess

- “twenty four hours of freaky uninterrupted love” good for them.

- ed and izzy’s reactions to torture are so nonchalant what if i just. *psychoanalyses them*

- “i’m just doing it for the lolz” OH MY FUCKING GOD

- “maybe we just tell their stories.. and in a way isn’t that the best revenge?”

- please can these pirates mutiny against ned

- hellkat maggie my love <3

- stede being badass we love to see it!!

- “where’ve you been?” “we got engaged!” “aww i love that for you!!”

- okay i hate ricky but also he serves so much cunt

- lmao this ned plotline ended quickly

- this is the sexiest stede has ever been holy shit

- ed you gotta fuck him now

- oh my GOD did stede just refer to ed as his “friend” i—

- listen i know ed doesn’t like this and now stede has trauma but god that was badass

- they’re gonna fuck now i feel it in my bones

- AHAKFKYJSJSKD YES STEDE GRAB HIM BY THE COLLAR AND PUSH HIM AGAINST THE WALL ITS WHAT HE DESERVES /pos

- not the fucking cut to black 😭😭

- the crew singing along to izzy in the credits <3

- lmfao fang has a goat now (but he finally got a pet!!)

- god that episode was PERFECT. oh my god. i’m just. oh my god.

#so much for taking it slow!! #i love them so so dearly #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #eli.posts

[dedahblog]

Personal Retrospective on the final chapter mess and the never ending feeling of frustration

I just wanted to write how I found closure with all this mess. Even though it's adressed to IR fans, this post is mosty anti bleach ending coded. It's not an ichiruki meta.

Warning long post

I guess in order to follow my train of thoughts, I'll have to establish first that I'm certain that Kubo was lying about this being his intended ending. My proof is simply comparing both endings Bleach and his previous manga Zombie Powder.

Why is he lying ? Two reasons. First, he's still on contract with his bosses. Second, he's too proud, he would rather have us hate him than take pity for him.

If you're not convinced, I guess you'll waste your time reading my post because it's based on that general idea.

It's so easy to rant about the ending to the point that it becomes ridiculous

"Ichigo and Rukia are important to each other, but not as important as Orhime and Reji are to them ! They are the love of their life !!"

Meanwhile, during the arc that officialized those pairings, Ichigo doesn't consider the abduction of the said love of his life a moment where he felt despair ( not #1 place not #2 place not even in "the bunch of other moments from there to there" place )

and Rukia doesn't recall one single happy memory with the said love of her life whom she had known for +100 years. ( She had only one significant moment with Orhime where the latter expressed her vulnerability to her and by that scene alone, Orihme out-bested that jobber and people are comparing that shit pairing to ichiruki let's see at first if it can out pass rukihhime then we will talk)

"Ichiruki fans are so toxic. The reason Ichigo and Rukia's feeling aren't as explicit as Reji's and Orhime's is because Bleach is not a shojo !! Kubo was also short in time he couldn't solve all those plot holes, let alone romance. Anyway, he doesn't know how to write romance to begin with. It's not like he can sum up the feeling of love and devotion in like two panels"

Meanwhile Kubo :

If you're interested, here is my favorite anti ending meta o n e / t w o

Anyway, what I mean, you can state 1000 problems with this ending, and it's still never enough to the point that I asked myself : what am I really trying to prove ?

Do I have to prove that ending was intentionally bad ?

No. All the Bleach fans who had at least one brain cell either cried, got frustrated or tried to smash their computer/smart phone when reading the last chapter. You don't have to be Einstein to understand that even when a writer was short on time even if he was crawling himself because of his sickness, there are million alternative ways to end a manga than this panel.

If people can't comprehend the malice and the utter disrespect towards fans to end a 15 year running manga with this expression, then they should be go back to elementary school to learn basic comprehension skills

The point is, all the sane bleach fans ( yeah I’m shading myself) left this fandom months afterwards because they felt insulted and alienated by this end and swore to never speak about this manga again. They're a vast majority but they don't want to talk about it on social media. Why ? because why bother ? Even if they complain, what's going to change? Who are they trying to convince ? The only one whose opinion is crucial is Kubo and he showed them by that panel how blatantly he was aware he was writing cr0ap. So what’s the point anyway ?

Do I have to teach the new IR fans that they shouldn't accept this end easily and they have every reason to love ichiruki ?

No, simply because I'm not a preacher. Whether they accept it or not, it won't change my feelings for IR.

Do I have teach the new readers to not let the official end influence their reading experience ?

Well, putting my self in their shoes, it’s hard to fathom that a writer could do scorched earth policy on his life achievement out of pettiness. It's obvious for some of us since we have known him for years, read every one of his controversial statements. However, it will be miracle to convince new readers. Moreover, I can't understand how can people choose to read a 696 chapter manga that has no story resolution ...like...have some ... self-love ? 

(the +10 chapters are Turn Back the Pendulum arc btw)

Do I have to paint myself as the good and wise Ichiruki fan in front of people who "don't like ichiruki because of the shippers" ?

This is the most ridiculous argument to hate a pairing. Just say you don't dare to go against the wave and get out. As far as I'm concerned, the essence of shipping has always been egocentric people self inserting themselves in a fictional character and imposing feelings on them based on one’s mindset and reading comprehension. Whatever is the pairing, shipping fandom will never not be unhinged.

As a matter of fact, when I realized that ichiruki might be one of the aspects that interests to me the most in Bleach, I read some IR vs IH forums and I was disgusted by the offensive language from both sides : people insulting each other over lines on papers was beyond me.

However, I didn't think ill of the pairing itself because no one understands it better than Kubo. So all I did was re-reading their scenes comparing them to other relationships and Kawaichappy was a true blessing. She / he made me love Ichiruki more that I could ever imagine.

I refuse to be a pawn in this viscous circle that Kubo set us to. I think the best solution to cut this chain is not forgiving him or feeling pity for him but to stop holding a grudge against him (even though you have every right to) and just let it go. That's why, I chose to see the good side of things.

1)

When Bleach was getting cancelled, Kubo could have saved his ass by making ichiruki p0rk and throwing an IR baby at us. While the majority of fans won’t be happy with the plot holes like it's the case with the official end, a good portion could derive some satisfaction for this sort of conclusion thanks to Ichigo and Rukia's undeniable chemistry.

Moreover, more than half of merchandise were ichiruki coded at that time and even now btw . But he didn't do that, and for that reason alone, he has my respect and I never spoke ill of him. As far as I'm concerned, if he did make IR p0rk, I won't even send him "death threats", I will fly to Japan, strangle him and honeslty will never speak about IR or bleach ever again.

2)

The second reason why I don’t hold any grudge towards him is thanks to this

You guys can’t even understand how much this page made me happy.

As you know, the "All Stars" double page is drawn at the beginning of every volume and the pictures used above the name of the main characters of every volume are obviously panels featured in the same volume.

However, volume 74 was the exception. Orhime and Rukia's panels are not in this book. Oihime's innocent smile is from volume 73 and Rukia's defiant look from volume 59 (chapter 628) !!!

This can’t not be unintentional.

It basically means that Rukia and Orhime were not featured in this volume. The characters posing as them in volume 74 are imposters.

This is so ridiculously funny. Every time, I read 'xx married xxx', I respond smugly " you sure about that ? based on your precious final canon volume, the last time we saw Rukia is in volume 59 and Orhime in 73."

He's basically saying :" this is Rukia Kuchiki the brave and fierce woman you have always loved, don't let that cheap representation fools you. "

And " This is Orhime Inoue the innocent girl you knew all along, who is selfishly ignoring she is basically in a battlefield, beaming from happiness like a child because she is yearning from all her heart to feel loved and validated. Don't let that cheap representation fools you"

Honestly, Kubo didn't need to do that. The fact that he still cared about my favorite character Rukia to the point of explicitly dissociating her along with Orhime from this mess still makes me so happy to this day.

I love Ichiruki but I like Orhime more than Ichigo. So Kubo not bothering with Ichigo doesn't annoy me one bit. It's rather hilarious

3)

The third and final reason is the final volume cover, I made a meta about it years ago

IR fam, some of you may think you got the shortest end of the stick with this ending. But, believe me you have the greatest advantage of all. :

you don't have to associate yourself with anything about that ending.

You don't have to associate yourself with this :

The execution place that represents Soul Society corruption and rotten system became more menacing than it ever was

but you will always be linked to Ichigo being the hero who will" pass even through 100 billion blades" to save Rukia unshamedly defying million years of corruption.

You don't have to associate yourself with a pairing where the girl has known the guy for 100 years and he has never made her happy one micro second for all those years.

And you certainly don't have to associate yourself with a pairing that got canon in the same page as this abomination was written

and whose child is undoubtedly getting molested by his aunt probably explains why he's a creep btw

People doesn't even realize how insulting it is for Bleach that Yuzu, out of all the characters, was represented this way in the final conclusion

In the first chapter, Ichigo was hesitant to let Rukia stab him with her sword. He was scared shitless even though his family were literaly half dead and Rukia was injured because of him ... yep your hero ladies and gentlemen. It was Yuzu's bravery, selflessness and love for her brother that made him accept this life changing decision.

When the guy didn't have the courage to be the main character and to start off the manga in the first place but it was his little sisters' bravery that inspired him to take the first step then it was Rukia's ethics in the second chapter that shaped his idea of how an ideal hero should be.

Don't you love it when Bleach was supporting women supremacy ?

... Good old days indeed.

The second reason why you shouldn't feel petty about your otp not being canon in this fake ending is you know who should be frustated ? Kubo. 

He may act tough, shitposting himself and pulling cr*p from there to there but you can't convince me that seeing his manga torn and burned, getting insults from everywhere (even though he deserves it) didn't have any effect on him.

Obviously, we felt alienated reading the last chapter but imagine the guy who created those characters that had been living in his mind for 15 years, imagine feeling alienated by what you had created.

I remember reading somewhere that during Fade to Black writting process, he sat in a corner, was frustrated with himself because he couldn't figure out what kind of name Rukia would think is suitable for those siblings. He was determined to dive into Rukia's character and find out what kind of name SHE would like. He cared so much about staying true to her character.

Sure he was frustrated, angry at everyone. Sure he wanted to burn everything down before getting cancelled. But you can't convince me that the love he once had for his life achievement vanished completly

You can't convince me that he didn't hope that things were concluded in better circumstances.

In a way, you may feel sad for IR not having a decent closure. But bear in mind, no one is more petty than Kubo and his constant self sabotage since 2016 is the proof.

Final conclusion, ichiruki is one of the best fictional pairing ever written and it deserved the best and obviously not to be linked to that ending.

We have always been fans of the love, whether platonic or romantic, that Rukia and Ichigo have for each other. The love they shared together that made them have the desire to love themselves and the courage to hope.

I guess the best tribute for this kind of relationship is to express our love for them how much they meant to us and not to succumb to negativity

Because negativity is only reserved to the man who doomed his life achievement.

#ichiruki #anti bleach ending #of course if you want to write salt then it's your choice not judging you everyone has his own experience with this manga

[aristobun]

❛ How could I ever forget about you? ❜ he says, softly, nearing the brunette until he stands so closely behind her.

Helene fights every urge to turn and slap him for having such an ego that he could assume his absence for so long was not him actually forgetting her. The nights she had cried herself to sleep and the days she had spent pining for him after their parting all those years ago, had her feeling as though she was the only one impacted by the distance between them.

Yet, here he was again, standing so close, but she could not shake the feeling that their hearts were in two different places and he was simply trying to beat down the sorrow he had caused back then, with the use of pretty little promises now.

❛ Lestat, you took off back then as though you were all alone and had no one left who cared for you. Don’t think I’ve never understood your reasons for feeling so lost, especially after they walked away from you.. as most seem to have done.. I know you think running is your only escape, but was I always so invisible to you? ❜ she turns to face him, wanting to look at his face as he gives her an answer.

The vampire is stunned to silence for a moment and he gives himself time to compose himself, rattled and offended by the mere suggestion that she was ever invisible to him. He could see why she would think so.. he did just take off, but she didn’t seem to understand it was in his nature to do so. All else in his life faded to nothing whenever he found himself in the lowest state imaginable, but he could never expect her to believe that was a healthy coping mechanism, because he knew it wasn’t.

❛ Helene.. chérie, you were never invisible to me. Even when we all lived together as a family, before they both left.. you were the glue that kept us all together.. kept us from fighting, as I know we all so often did, ❜ he says, blue eyes shining even brighter under the rising light of the moon.

Her heart hammers a little hearing him offer a compliment to guide her beliefs in a different direction, which she realises is perhaps for the best. She did have a tendency to dwell and to often mistake actions for something else entirely and while it did still sting to live with the knowledge that, regardless, he’d chosen to leave anyway, she understood that was simply the type of person he was and would likely always be.

To love him, would be to love everything about him, the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, no matter what. They’d always have their differences and she knew from spending so much time together that he disliked a few things about her as well, but neither of their disagreements with one another were ever enough for her to stop loving him.

❛ I guess I’ve loved you for so long, I just.. felt so hurt by you taking off like that and since then, in all these years, never had closure as to why. I knew you were struggling because of the loss back then, but I figured you’d at least take me with you. I think I felt alone, deceived.. unloved, ❜ she confesses.

Lestat immediately grasps either side of her face then, those words hitting him square in the chest and despite having a heart that doesn’t even beat, his emotions filtered right on through from his soul, as he poured his feelings into a kiss. If there was one thing he knew, actions, especially his, gave the biggest indication as to how he felt and how strongly.

❛ I love you, too, Helene — tu es tout pour moi, ❜ he confides, seeing the smile blossom on her face as soon as he pulls away from the kiss they had just shared and he had spilled how he really feels about her, knocking down every concern she had ever allowed herself to express or to feel so deep down.

#save #drabble #starcourt #helene marie starling #lestat de lioncourt #💞💞💐

[wardenmages]

I finished Baldurs Gate 3 and I need about 3-5 business days to recover before I hop back into Elissa's playthrough. oh my god. I cried so much. my mom is trying to talk to me about this documentary on tv and I'm like "yeah that's great" while actively weeping

SO under the cut to help people avoid spoilers. my playthrough took nearly 120 hours and I didn't even finish everything in every act. this has spoilers for like, the entire main quest line of act 3 since I did a lot of the main items today lol

HHHHHHHH it was very difficult to make the decision to make Orpheus a mind flayer. I was going to have Alet do it but backpedaled immediately because I just could not imagine them leaving Astarion alone like that. I had to pause and pace around for a long time. I knew I didn't want to side with the emperor but Man

I literally played through killing Orin and Gortash today, saving the guild, a bunch of other smaller quest items, and wrapping up the Orphic Hammer stuff once I had Lae'zel back. So like. It's been a lot all in one day.

I had Karlach with me while I killed Gortash and her breakdown afterwards was so painful, I was already so upset at that point. then afterwards I go talk to Astarion and

Astarion and Karlach understand each other so well and love each other so much it makes me want to eat drywall. I just. think about after killing Cazador w/o doing the ritual, Karlach telling Astarion how fucking proud she is of him, how happy she is that he's free. and then this happens and he can't even return the sentiment, because there is no other way out for Karlach. there barely was for him - he's free, but he knows that freedom comes with a heavy price he hates that he has to pay. I just. want to squeeze them both so hard. lovingly.

At one point I looked up if you could become a mind flayer and then turn back into a humanoid and saw people saying that at the end Astarion could die from getting caught out in the sun and I literally spent the whole final quest panicking because he was literally in my party 100% of the game and I was scared he'd die because of it, but he was fine. I think the game was trying to half-joke about it but I was so emotionally raw at that point I literally minimized the game because I panicked so hard lol

I'm a little bummed there was no scene about where Shadowheart, Halsin, Minsc, and Jaheira were going after the dust settled. I also kind of wish there was something like the classic Dragon Age "put all the companions in a space so you can say goodbye to them individually" thing, I didn't realize once you find the boat to the brain you wouldn't be able to change your party or even talk to most of the companions again (besides Halsin and Jaheira, at least for me). I just expected there to be more between killing Gortash and setting off for the brain, I guess? or something at the end like the act 1 tiefling party where they wait until night so Astarion can join them and the player gets closure with everyone. I like the few bits of closure we get it would just be nice I guess?? idk

Alet and Astarion are off an another adventure though, going to try and find a way for him to walk in the sun again, because while Alet is more than happy in the dark with him the rest of their lives, they know he's not happy with it, and they will do Literally Anything to make him happy again, and that last conversation between them made me gay. also it was funny in that whole last section you can say "this might be the last time we ever kiss" and he says "well then let's make it a good one" and they have the quickest most chaste kiss I've ever seen, it was shorter than the one you can do at the camp, it was genuinely so funny like Neither of you have any clue what you're doing and I appreciate the effort

Karlach ended up going back to Avernus with Wyll. I'm sad the scene only has Karlach talking, but I get why it's like that, so not that disappointed. But. I'm so happy for them. They love each other so much and have such a deep connection, neither of them will ever be alone again. as soon as they figure out if it's even safe or not ("is the thing lighting up the hells actually the sun") Alet and Astarion are going to visit them and Hope

ANYWAY I need to take a break from the game so I don't explode, probably going to write some more fic about Alet and Astarion, and then I will attempt to jump into a second playthrough without romancing Astarion which feels Genuinely Wrong, why would I even play the game without my favorite weird little guy hanging out asking for hugs :(

#bg3 spoilers /// #connor plays bg3 #this is entirely incoherent and I don't care because I cried a lot

[f3itansgirlygirl]

drivers license - suna rintarou

part 2 right here

inspired by the song driver's license

his house is right there, right in front of me. 

sitting in the car biting my lip holding back the sob that threatened to escape, how did it become like this? how did i end up sitting in here alone while you went off with her? that was supposed to be me, you said you would wait? 

suna rintarou

a beautiful boy, his smile never failed to warm your heart. the way he would hold you in his arms, pout when you weren't paying attention, brush your hair behind your ear, the way he would kiss you and buy you your favorite drinks or take you to that little park you loved so much as you guys watched the sunset and fell in love all over again.

then how did it get like this? 

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“hi my name is l/n y/n and i'm your new manager!,” you introduced yourself. was a first year at inarizaki and needed to get into a club, atsumu decided to introduce you to the coach and give in a few words.

looking around the team you felt a nice presence, and that's when your eyes landed on his, those green piercing eyes. having his knees to his chest laughing at atsumu for trying to punch him for showing him something on his phone. 

the way his laugh died down but kept a smile as he looked at you. 

you blushed but became distracted as kita called you over.

“thank you guys for accepting me have a good night!,” you said grabbing your bag and leaving. “wait up i’ll walk with you,” you heard a voice behind you say. you turned to hear the voice and it belonged to him.

you guys walked under the stars, you shivered forgetting a jacket and that's when he looked at you and smirked. “the old jacket technique huh let me guess you want me to take mine’s off and give it to you,” 

you gasped and looked right at him, “no i actually forgot you weirdo whatever i guess i'll walk faster,” you said speeding up. “wait i’m just teasing here i have a hoodie it’s my sleeping in class hoodie so better not ruin it.”

you took it hesitantly but put it on either way, it was big and burgundy and my god the scent you can still remember to this day how good he smelled like. “looks good on you maybe i’ll let you keep it,” he said as you guys continued to walk.

that was your first interaction, your first words to each other and one of the many nights you guys have come to spend together

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everything else came easily, even though having a age gap it didn’t stop your feelings whatsoever, and also never stopped him from showing affection.

you still remember your first kiss

how he kissed you by surpised on the slide of a old park where you guys sneaked out to get ice cream.

still remember how he started bringing extra hoodies and hair ties since you had a habit of forgetting both.

still remember that night under the stars in the backseat of his car when he looked at you and told you he was in love with you.

you teared up staring at him as he giggled softly caressing your face, holding your waist even more closer to his chest as your bodies connected.

“i love you rintarou,” you smiled crying softly. 

he looked at you rubbing your tears away, “and i love you y/n l/n,”

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how it was such a good 6 months. looking back you should have seen the way you guys would only hang out around the night or weekdays. 

how he wouldn't hold your hand in school or only be affection around the team.

and how you guys weren't exactly official, never asked you officially to be his but hey because of the memories spent together you thought of course your his and he’s yours.

you first saw her when she came through the doors, holding his notebook as she apologized but nevertheless gave him a smile and he gave one back. she was pretty- like really pretty. 

pretty blue eyes, blonde long hair, beautiful body.

“so this is what overthinking feels like huh,” you mumbled as you shook your head and went back to setting the net up.

after practice you and suna as always walked home 

you guys decided to take a detour heading to your park where many memories were made. 

“hey rin,” you asked as you looked over the river that was by the bridge. “yes love?,” he replied. “what are we?,” you asked him.

please say im yours...

“well your younger than me, i want you to be mines and you already are, always and forever sooo how about this,” he turned to look at you and bent down so his head was right at yours. “when you become a 2nd year and get your driver's license we can officially be together yeah? i'll get down on one knee and ask you to be mine,” he rolled his eyes as you giggled. 

he stuck out his pinkie and you stuck out yours. “you’ll wait for me?,” you said.

he wrapped his pinkie around yours, “always, make sure you just don't crash don't want you dying before your mine but yes i promise i will wait for you l/n,” suna smiled grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss. 

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finals came up and yes you and suna got distant due to you studying, yet you weren't nervous you were excited to finally walk down the halls holding his hand.

looking back you should have seen the signs of him not texting you often or wanting to help you, you shrugged it off maybe he was struggling in some classes too.

finally the day was here, texting osamu all morning about how you would pick them up for school so you can show off to suna. 

laughing driving up to school with the twins, you got out the car and seeing suna’s back against one of the walls

 you were about to call out for him until you saw her again. this time she was wearing the burgundy hoodie, and he was the one holding her hand. he was smiling? the smile he gave you specifically to you he was giving to her. 

tears filled your eyes. 

“y/n chan.. i’m-” , “its okay atsumu just get to class okay?,” you turned around hand shaking as you hold your keys, tears spilling down your eyes. “i'm going to be okay,” you smiled. “no, you’re crying,” 

“i said i’m okay, i’m just going to leave,” you said running to your car and getting the fuck outta there. 

leaving you saw atsumu go up to suna and scream at him. 

your heart felt like it was being pulled, this can’t be real? 

you headed home, slamming your door and falling to the ground, how could you rin? 

flashes of him and her passed your mind seeing how happy he was. 

you looked underneath and saw a photo on the ground. your grabbed it and sat on your bed, it was you and him in a photobooth smiling and then kissing. underneath in his handwriting he wrote “my love always and forever,”

you felt like throwing up, so this is what heartbreak feels like. 

you were hurt mad even at the fact that before anything was able to happen it was already ruined. you cried yourself to sleep wanting to ignore the pain/

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you woke up around 9 p.m, you were confused but remembered all that happened today

“so that wasn't a horrible dream?,” you tried to laugh it out but really couldn’t.

you needed fresh air, you changed into sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

going for a drive blasting music, you didn’t know where you were going but you just needed to feel the air flowing past you. you stopped at the red light, everything was getting blurry tears now leaving as you hit the steering wheel. 

you kept driving and ending up parking in this neighborhood, being very familiar but automatically knowing where you ended up. you looked to your right and saw his house.

you were about to get off trying to get closure you said, needing answers still trying to doubt everything and thinking maybe this was a horrible joke from the twins and him but then you got all the closure you needed. seeing as the door opened revealing the girl coming out.

your heart dropped seeing how happy they were and dare you say actually look good together. he smiled down at her and grabbed her for a kiss. 

you gasped as a heart wrenching sob escaped your lips, she walked away as he never took his eyes off her figure.

that was me.

 he then looked turning his head and made eye contact with you, you just silently laughed as you shook your head at him and turned on the car leaving. “y/n wait!,” you heard him say as you left.

you headed to the small park and sat in the slide looking up as you laid down and finally let everything out. “never knew your waiting was just a short trial did i have to pay for millions of hours?,” you cried as you looked up in the sky seeing your memories replay in your head

‘Cause how could I ever love someone else’ And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street’

your phone dinged as you look who texted you

suna rin: y/n we need to talk... suna rin: please, i am so so sorry just hear me out. suna rin: i really did wait i just, please let's just meet up.

you texted back 

“im really happy for you suna, goodbye rintarou.”

you then deleted his contact as you took a deep breathe and sat up.

“i still see your face

In the white cars”

you grabbed your head, “was i not good enough?,” 

“We crossed I still hear your voice In the traffic We're laughing”

flash back

“you know i think we're meant to be,” suna said from your bed as you were on your laptop finishing some things. “wow such a hopeless romantic,” you smiled at him as you were putting back your earphones. “just maybe right person wrong time,” he said softly. you looked back at him, “i'm sorry did you say something,” you asked him. he just shook his head, “nothing i was just saying your a nerd,” he said as he threw a pillow at your face. “you know what,” you got up and jumped on top of him both laughing.

flashback over

‘God, I'm so blue Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe’

you finally realized what he said, right person wrong timing 

you looked up at the cherry blossom tree and softly smiled

“your right suna we really were meant to be just right person, wrong time.”

i guess not every love story is meant to be complete.

the end.

#suna #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro x you #suna rintarō #inarizaki #heartbreak #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #angst #suna rintarou #suna rintaro hcs #suna rintarou x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu #miya twins #x reader #sad #romance

[fudes240]

A short story by Dylan Klebold.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Klebold wrote this story for school in late February or early March 1999, shortly before the attack at Columbine High School on 20 April 1999. For a facsimile of the original, along with his teacher’s comments and other related material, see the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office Columbine Documents, pages 10,463 to 10,468 (available at schoolshooters.info). Note: the killer in the story is described as left-handed, wearing a black trench coat, and 6’4”. Klebold was lefthanded, wore a black trench coat, and was approximately 6’4”.

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The town, even at 1:00 AM, was still bustling with activity as the man dressed in black walked down the empty streets.... What was most recognized about the man was the sound of his footsteps.

Behind the conversations & noises of the town, not a sound was to be heard from him, except the dark, monotonous footsteps, combined with the jingling of his belt chains striking not only the two visible guns in their holsters, but the large bowie knife, slung in anticipation of use. The wide-brimmed hat cast a pitch-black shadow of his already dimly lit face. He wore black gloves, with a type of metal spiked-band across the knuckles. A black overcoat covered most of his body, small lines of metal & half-inch spikes layering upper portions of the shoulders, arms, and back. His boots were newly polished, and didn’t look like they had been used much. He carried a black duffel bag in his right hand. He apparently had parked a car nearby & looked ready for a small war with whoever came across his way.

I have never seen anyone take this mad-max approach in the city, especially since the piggies had been called to this part of town for a series of crimes lately. Yet, in the midst of the nightlife in the center of the average-sized town, this man walked, fueled by some untold purpose, what Christians would call evil. The guns slung on his belt & belly appeared to be automatic hand guns, which were draped above rows of magazines & clips. He smoked a thin cigar, and a sweet clovesque scent eminated from his aura. He stood about six feet and four inches and was strongly built. His face was entirely in shadow, yet even though I was unable to see his expressions, I could feel his anger, cutting thru the air like a razor. He seemed to know where he was walking, and he noticed my presence, but paid no attention as he kept walking toward a popular bar.

The Watering Hole. He stopped about 30 feet from the door, and waited. “For whom?” I wondered, as I saw them step out. He must have known their habits well, as they appeared less than a minute after he stopped walking. A group of college-preps, about nine of them, stopped in their tracks. A couple of them were mildly drunk, the rest sober. They stopped and stared. The streetlights illuminating the bar & the sidewalk showed me a clear view of their stare, full of paralysis & fear. They knew who he was & why he was there.

The second largest spoke up “What’re you doin man ... why are you here ... ?” The man in black said nothing, but even at my distance, I could feel his anger growing. “You still wanted a fight huh? I meant not with weapons, I just meant a fist fight ... cmon put the guns away, fuckin pussy!! said the largest prep, his voice quavering as he spoke these words of attempted courage. Other preps could be heard muttering in the background; “Nice trench coat dude, that’s pretty cool there . . .” . . . . “Dude we were jus messin around the other day chill out man . . .” . . . “I didn’t do anything, it was all them!!” . . . “cmon man you wouldn’t shoot us, were in the middle of a public place ...” Yet the comment I the remember most was uttered from the smallest of the group, obviously a cocky, power hungry prick. “Go ahead man! Shoot me!!! I want you to shoot me!! Heheh you won’t!! Goddam pussy ...” It was faint at first, but grew in intensity and power as I heard the man laugh. This laugh would have made Satan cringe in Hell. For almost half a minute this laugh, spawned from the most powerful place conceivable, filled the air, and thru the entire town, the entire world. The town activity came to a stop, and all attention was now drawn to this man.

One of the preps began to slowly move back. Before I could see a reaction from the preps, the man had dropped his duffel bag, and pulled out one of the pistols with his left hand. Three shots were fired. Three shots hit the largest prep in the head. The shining of the streetlights caused a visible reflection off of the droplets of blood as they flew away from the skull. The blood spatters showered the preps buddies, as they were too paralyzed to run. The next four preps were not executed so systematically, but with more rage from the man’s hand cannon than a controlled duty for a soldier. The man unloaded one of the pistols across the fronts of these four innocents, their instantly lifeless bodies dropping with remarkable speed. The shots from that gun were felt just as much as they were heard.

He pulled out his other pistol, and without changing a glance, without moving his deathstare from the four other victims to go, aimed the weapon out to the side, and shot about 8 rounds. These bullets mowed down what, after he was dead, I made out to be an undercover cop with his gun slung. He then emptied the clip into two more of the preps. Then, instead of reloading & finishing the task, he set down the guns, and pulled out the knife. The blade loomed huge, even in his large grip. I now noticed that one of the two still alive was the smallest of the band, who had now wet his pants, and was hyperventilating in fear. The other one tried to lunge at the man, hoping that his football tackling skills would save his life. The man sidestepped, and made two lunging slashes at him. I saw a small trickle of blood cascade out of his belly and splashing onto the concrete. His head wound was almost as bad, as the shadow formed by the bar’s lighting showed blood dripping off his face.

The last one, the smallest one, tried to run. The man quickly reloaded, and shot him thru the lower leg. He instant fell, and cried in pain. The man then pulled out of the duffel bag what looked to be some type of electronic device. I saw him tweak the dials, and press a button. I heard a faint, yet powerful explosion. I would have to guess about 6 miles away. Then another one occurred closer. After recalling the night many times, I finally understood that these were diversions, to attract the cops. The last prep was bawling & trying to crawl away. The man walked up behind him. I remember the sound of the impact well. The man came down with his left hand, right on the prep’s head. The metal piece did its work, as I saw his hand get buried about 2 inches into the guy’s skull. The man pulled his arm out, and stood, unmoving, for about a minute.

The town was utterly still, except for the faint wail of police sirens. The man picked up the bag and his clips, and proceeded to walk back the way he came. I was still, as he came my way again. He stopped, and gave me a look I will never forget. If I could face an emotion of god, it would have looked like the man. I not only saw in his face, but also felt eminating from him power, complacence, closure, and godliness. The man smiled, and in that instant, thru no endeavor of my own, I understood his actions.

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