The amount of men who are old and lonely because they kept searching for a better deal and being cruel to women that actually loved them until their options dried up should be a cautionary tale to younger men but they don’t be paying attention to the elders for real
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#53
Hero work is already unforgiving. It’s even more so in a tiny little town like this.
The population is less than a hundred, and one of this population is the hero.
The ‘agency’ they work for is themself, since clearly no one else is willing to do it. They can see why, though. Their most busy day had them chasing down a pair of thieves, which took all of an hour, if you include the lunch break they had halfway through.
Criminals don’t seem particularly interested in doing their deeds in a little place like this. There isn’t really anything worth doing crime for—the petrol station is the most expensive place in town, and that’s because the prices there are already criminally high.
So if there’s no criminals, there’s somehow even less villains.
The hero envies the heroes in the city, to be honest. They’re working day in day out, keeping villains in line and ensuring the safety of their cities. It must be nice, to feel useful. Villains laugh and actually fight, and the heroes take them down every time. The most the hero gets here is a teenager avoiding school and a stolen chocolate bar, really.
So it’s a surprise, to say the least, when a building explodes on the other side of town. The hero hears it from their tiny little home office. They can only sit there in confusion for a moment, staring at the rising smoke, before they lurch into action. They’re a hero. They need to go and figure out what’s going on. There might even be someone to save if they’re lucky.
‘The other side of town’ constitutes a two minute run. People are huddled around the remaining dregs of the building, nervously eyeing the smouldering rubble. Police are already dragging out rolls of tape to cordon the place off. The hero approaches the nearest officer of three—the town’s entire supply of police—clearing their throat to ready their business voice. Go time.
“‘Scuse me, officer,” they open with what they hope is an air of confidence. “Could you tell me what’s going on?”
The policeman glances back at the building with a frown. “Building’s exploded,” he says like it’s obvious. Which it is, they suppose.
“Do we know what caused it? Is it foul play?” The hero tries to keep the hope out of their voice, but from the scowl the officer gives them they clearly failed.
“We can’t say yet. We’ll have a team heading in soon to check it out, so I suggest you just—”
Another explosion sets off from inside, gutting the building like some already horribly mangled fish. Debris flicks to the ground around the onlookers, prompting screams and hurried attempts to shield themselves. The hero stays rooted to their spot, squinting through the settling dust. The entire building is leaning to one side like it’s sagging in defeat.
“Ah,” a voice rings through the brown fog. “Is this our hero? How cute.”
No way. “Who are you?”
A bright laugh cuts through the horrified whispers of the people brave enough to stick around. High, cruel, everything the hero’s been looking for.
A figure strolls through the cloud like they’re making a debut. A soft smile sits on their lips, confident and self-satisfied. “I’m your new favourite nightmare.”
The hero can barely contain the grin threatening to split across their face.
Finally.
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I'm not going to listen to this podcast because I would probably dislike it but this take on jc performing improv comedy is exactly why that fic about him being a successful standup comedian is so absolutely out of character
And I want to be clear regarding that last part, the improv comedy debate that again destroyed our apartment for a few days: Jiang Cheng would be the worst at improv comedy. I cannot be shaken from this view. And it's not because he can't joke or he isn't funny or I don't love him. It's because--and I do feel I'm SO right about this--the SECOND one of his jokes bombed, he would not be able to recover. There is no point in canon where he wouldn't make his embarrassment everyone's problem. Jin Ling would do the same, but he's fifteen so at every moment he is having the biggest emotions possible to the inconvenience of others, and that's a teen's prerogative. Jiang Cheng is a full adult man who would be so visibly furious at himself and everyone else on stage that comedy would just stop for a while.
also they made him a knight-in-shining-armor who told off a guy harassing a nameless barista and then she gave him her number and now they're married and she's pregnant and look. I don't have anything else to say than 🤮
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"Let me tell you a little secret,
I dont want to be loved,
I want to be known.
You told me you loved me
And i knew you didn't know me,
Cuz if you knew me,
If you entered my soul
and took a good look around
You'd see the garden of rotten fruit,
You'd smell the decaying bodies
Of all the others
who thought they loved me,
You'd walk around the muddied ground
And find the chained hound
At the center of my garden,
Her barking and whining
Is the only company i keep.
You'd know how she was left hungry
By people who birthed her,
Left bleeding and beaten
Once her hunger turned to anger.
You'd taste the silence
that reigns over the garden when shes asleep.
You couldn't take the silence,
Yet you couldn't love her barking,
Couldn't listen to her whining either.
Let me tell you a little secret, dear
Cuz I can't keep watching
Your struggle with my heart:
If you really knew me
You couldn't love me.
And the truth i won't wait to witness
Is that if i let you know me
You wouldn't love me."
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