#also hate that she calls it railing instead of raping

[phoenixyfriend]

That One Fucked-Up Rexwalker AU

OKAY so people showed interest in this! Cool! This is... actually you know what, yeah, this falls into dead dove territory. It's kind of angst with a happy ending? At the very least it's hurt/comfort.

Warnings: rape as psychological torture by an enemy party, later dubious consent by parties that are at least trying to make it consensual but the situation makes it difficult to navigate

This was inspired partially by the first chapter of this collection by @the-writing-mill, which features Obi-Wan getting absolutely railed by a fucking machine set up by droids who don't understand consent. I got to thinking about the set-up and slid sideways into a slightly different context.

So Anakin, in all his shitty luck, gets captured, as one does. Whoever captures him has strict instructions to avoid physically damaging him or permanently fucking up his connection to the Force, because they'd like to use him as a weapon eventually, but to play around with his psychological damage in whatever way suits.

We'll say it's Ventress, who vastly prefers horrifying physical damage for torture, or killing/hurting people's loved ones in front of them, and now has to get creative to deal with Skywalker, because for whatever reason, she only managed to get Anakin and not any of his friends.

Obviously, Palpatine is the one saying 'don't damage the good.' She doesn't know that, though, just that Dooku said His Sith Master said to leave Skywalker intact for later.

So the easy route to psychological damage is, well, rape. But she's not into him, and there aren't really any other sentients in her little torture castle, but last she checked Skywalker is really needy? She's picked up on the fact that this guy really loves Having people.

She handles it: strip him down, strap him down, and get a fucking machine involved. Naked and cold and with a pipe leaking from the ceiling. Let a protocol droid keep an eye on things so he doesn't have some kind of permanent physical damage, but basically just have him unceasingly fucked for like a week, sometimes edging and sometimes forcing and sometimes just really digging into the oversensitivity, whether he's awake or asleep or what. Nothing but air and metal, and sometimes Ventress when she comes by to taunt him. There's magic involved to up his sexual craving without making it any easier on him.

It's fucked up but he does get saved! Eventually!

Ventress did her job, didn't enjoy it, and doesn't care that he's gone. She has people to kill, okay, she's bored.

So, you know, Anakin needs time to recover. He doesn't try to argue that he doesn't, at least partly because he's having trouble standing. He'll be fine! Stop worrying, guys! It's fine!

It's not fine, everyone tells him, because that was fucked!

It takes a while to get back to Coruscant. It's normally a few days, but there's a disruption on the hyperlane they'd use, sooooooo they're stuck.

Anakin tries to make some calls to Padme. When the calls connect, she helps. Obi-Wan was part of the rescue team, so he's there to do what he can, but Anakin keeps flinching away. Ahsoka is helpful because Anakin's hindbrain reads her as Not A Threat, but nobody's telling her what kind of torture Anakin was dealing with, because she's Designated Baby.

Anakin is alternately overwhelmed by physical touch and craving it, and the fact that he just got the Force back isn't helping.

(It later comes to light that the reason he flinches from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is because they've got the Force and a person with the Force approaching for that week meant Ventress, and that's--not great. And it's just a LOT and REALLY BRIGHT after his time in the Force-nullifying cuffs.)

So Anakin spends a lot of time alone, craving people while being deeply unnerved by the ones he's most able to ask for that sort of thing (his master and padawan). Rex is one of a handful of clones that volunteer to check in on Anakin until they get to Coruscant. He's not the only one who walks in on Anakin shifting uncomfortably and looking red in the face, but he's the one that actually asks about it.

Anakin, with some prodding, does not admit to the problem. He does, however, admit to a different problem, and asks if Rex would be okay with a hug, or maybe putting an arm around Anakin's shoulder, or--actually, no, this is stupid, forget he said anythi-- Rex sits down next to him and pulls Anakin into his side and just lets Anakin relax into him.

Anakin starts shivering. Shuddering. Crying, after a while. Rex lets it happen and tries not to panic, just rubs an hand up and down Anakin's arm.

They don't really talk about it, but Anakin does end up cuddling with Rex for a few hours a day while they try to get everyone home, and Anakin's kind of on enforced medical leave, so he can't really help until Obi-Wan comes up with a solution that gives Anakin a job directly.

Rex finally gets an answer to why Anakin keeps looking uncomfortable and close to tears but embarrassed about it. He doesn't, for the record, press for that answer. Instead, he accidentally walks in on Anakin three fingers deep in his own ass and whining into his pillow.

Which is. Awkward.

Obviously.

Turns out whatever Ventress did to him has him feeling incredibly empty without something to plug him up! It sucks! He hates it! He's been trying very hard not to submit to this need, but it's still there and he needs to be filled up and just snapped and had to do something about it!

This is, as you can imagine, not a comfortable conversation for anyone, but Rex tries to cheer him up with "Well, Jedi have stipends, right? You can probably find, uh, a toy, right? Once we're back on Coruscant? Or the Senator...?"

Anakin doesn't want Padme to know.

Anakin is also near tears but that's. Well. Rex is used to that by now.

(Anakin isn't using shipboard fabricators to make a dildo or plug because have fun explaining that on the expense report!)

So Rex is in this awkward position of having to comfort his recently-more-traumatized-than-before superior officer, whom he just walked in on furiously and tearfully masturbating due to said trauma...

And Rex is pretty much just like "Dude, please call your wife and have her talk you through the... whole... thing... I'm just, I think you'd probably feel less upset about having to fill yourself or whatever if she was talking you through it?"

They drop the subject for a bit, but Anakin is still Fucked Up in many ways, including new and exciting ones, and it turns out he hasn't been sleeping! And only sleeps if there's someone he trusts nearby!

So obviously Rex volunteers because fuck it, it's not like there's anything about his General he hasn't seen yet, right? So, yeah! Sleepy cuddles! Intended to be platonic!

Rex wakes up hard and flushed and with a very much still asleep Anakin grinding his ass against Rex's crotch.

Which, under significantly different circumstances, he'd not be upset by... But given literally everything going on, um. No?

Rex has no idea what to do, so he just kind of lays there and tries to shift away so his back is pressed to the wall and Anakin isn't accidentally trying to fuck himself in his sleep. Which works.

For about fifteen minutes.

And then Anakin is whining and shuffling back and Rex just tries to wake him up like Dude, You Don't Actually Want This, You Told Me You Don't Want This

And they separate and avoid each other and shower, and Rex leaves to go do Things while Anakin continues to try to meditate away what trauma he can before they get back to Coruscant for extremely long mandated therapy.

Rex shows up that evening to cuddle again, but Anakin tries to turn him away because He Can't Be Sexually Assualting His Friends In His Sleep, so he should honestly just sleep alone, right? Right, okay, bye Rex, Anakin is so sorry about this morning--

And Rex interrupts that he's not actually upset about it, he's just upset about Anakin being in this position, and Anakin doesn't actually want Rex so that's kind of upsetting, and Rex would be very open to this later after the war when they're not in a position to fuck up their entire legion with a change in dynamics--

And this goes back and forth for a bit before Rex realizes that Anakin does actually want him, and did before this whole Situation happened, and Anakin realizes that Rex is interested in him and NOT just trying to 'do his duty for his Jedi' or whatever.

And anyway, it turns into some very sweet lovemaking every night where Anakin gets to fall asleep with a cock in his ass, filled with cum, with Padme's blessing, until they get to Coruscant and he can find a plug for the nights they're not together (and also some therapy).

When Obi-Wan finds out they're fucking, he's actually furious and ALSO unsure of which one's taking advantage of the other.

Initially assumes Rex is taking advantage of Anakin's recent emotional traumas. Anakin protests that he asked Rex for this, and Obi-Wan is asking in horror if Anakin ordered one of the soldier under his command to do this, and it all just kind of goes very poorly.

Everyone means well. Nobody really succeeds at it.

#Rexwalker #Captain Rex #Anakin Skywalker #asajj ventress #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #torture tw #psychological torture tw #rape tw #phoenix posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

[initiumseries]

Haha fun ask. Yes! Ngl this will mostly be Asian dramas lol. Ok so in no particular order:

2521 So...I had a feeling based on the present day dialogue that they weren't going to end up together, but having that confirmed was FRUSTRATING because they were the only part of the show worth watching. Even the lead actress begged them to change the ending. It was definitely WTF because of ALL the hills to die on.

Red Sleeve

The drama was FRUSTRATING because there was SO much tension, SO much chemistry, but the political stuff was sloppy, so I watched for them, and then the SECOND LAST episode, she dies. WTF.

Lovers of the Red Sky I watched Red Sleeve after abandoning this one only to be frustrated AGAIN lol. So this drama was advertised as this fantasy romantic drama, but what we GOT, was some weird fantasy political shit and very little in the way of romance. The shift was SO wtf because again, the chemistry was there and I was WAITING to see them get together, but instead it becomes about succession. Who cares?

The Story of Yanxi Palace Can't find gifs of it right now, but basically the Empress Fuca (below) was envied but everyone, specifically Noble Consort Gao (red dress), so when they were all at the banquet and the Empress was being fawned over because she was pregnant again. Noble Consort arranged this elaborate ass plan where a maid dropped a dish of I think deer liver and the stench attracted a SHIT LOAD of BATS and then everyone started screaming and she used that opportunity to throw the Empress off a ledge that wasn't very high, where she hit her head went into a coma and lost her baby. First of all, bats aren't even carnivores. Second of all, there's NO WAY you could ensure this plan would succeed. What if only like 2 or 3 bats showed up? Flimsy. WTF

The Rebel Princess She gets kidnapped like 50 times, and the guy who kidnaps her and tries to sexually assault and/or rape her "falls in love" with her so when he kidnaps her a second time and tries to force her into marriage and that goes left, he sacrifices himself for her in a declaration of...love I guess. Dude you tried to assault her and also kidnapped her from her lawful husband TWICE. WTF

LOK I have my overall issues with the storytelling on LOK but the most WTF was Korra and Mako. I just...hated it. They barely spent any time together, they barely talked, and Korra was SO pressed to be with him and I was like...but why? and their break up was just as wtf as their so called relationship. It was a no for me.

Peaky Blinders This ENTIRE season just had me like...??? But ESPECIALLY because of her. Any time a show incorporates Russians it goes off the rails.

Lovecraft Country I...did not particularly enjoy Lovecraft Country, but this ENTIRE SL...there’s a LOT, probably TOO much to unpack there so we’ll keep it as it just had me like...seriously...WHAT the ENTIRE fuck. 

The Originals Can’t find the gif right now, but I remember when me and @zalrb were drunk reviewing this episode and I was  SO OFFENDED because Cami was dying and Klaus was DRAWING her and I was like...LOL WTF?!? That’s such an incredibly shitty thing to do. Drawing a subject is such an impersonal thing, and this is supposed to be an intimate moment. It was clearly a scene created by not artists who thought it was romantic instead of...bizarre. 

Attack On Titan Honestly, the show was recommended to me by an ex and I had 0 context for what the show was, so when I saw this shit. I absolutely lost it. Then later coming full circle and finding out that it was Eren’s dad’s first wife who killed his second wife? It’s just...

Kakegurui  Literally everything about season 1 was just...WHAT?

But especially her 

I’m CONFIDENT there are other shows but this is what immediately comes to mind lol. Fun ask! 

#kakegurui #attack on titan #lovecraft country #story of yanxi palace #peaky blinders #the legend of korra #lovers of the red sky #the red sleeve

[bondsmagii]

I ventured to Twitter searching he vicious Eli ever tag and there e are so many bad takes about his cheater, it’s 10 times worse than on tumblr.

People don’t seem to understand the point of Eli character and just seem to disregard his trauma.

Some of the takes ranged from “Eli betrayed Victor on sight” to “Serena deserved better than Eli to Eli was at fault for what Serena did to him”

Some people are even saying he would be republican and I get that he is religious , but he doesn’t strike me as that type, if he were I doubt he would have ever been interested in studying medicine.

Some also just disregard what Eli went through, it’s weird seeing how people cheer for Serena, Marcella and Victor who are also pretty awful people, yet they claim to hate Eli supposedly for the same reason.

I understand that Eli can be a more uncomfortable character because of his religious trauma, I think he is a type of character that people may not be able to sympathize that easily at first because the narrative was biased more towards Victor, because it was told from his POV. I also believe some people are simply put off by his fanaticism and some simply attribute it to his ego instead of it being a response to the trauma he was put through as a child and maybe the fact that he doesn’t has flashy powers as the other character may also feeds to this attitude the fandom has towards him.

It still disappointed me how many people missed the point of Eli’s character, because seriously there were so many bad takes about him.

first of all I have to admit I'm not sure what you expected when you went in there. there's only one place with worse takes than Tumblr and that is absolutely Twitter; I have seen brainrot of terrifying proportions when it comes to Eli Ever on here and I absolutely dread to think what's going on in the inhumane scientific laboratories that is Twitter.

with that being said yeah... people just. do not comprehend Eli at all. I hate how pretentious is sounds lmao but the way a lot of people criticise him, it's clear they don't get him at all. if you dislike him but like, you understand where he's coming from, fair enough. I understand where Victor is coming from and I think he's a fascinating character, but I hate him. that's just a case of writing making you feel things, which is you know. what's supposed to happen. but a lot of people just get on like Eli is this complete spoiled brat who woke up one morning and decided to be evil, and they deliberately mischaracterise him and also Victor in order to make this work. I do not understand it at all.

generally I think this comes from a complete inability for these people to understand the literal point of the books, which is that there are no nice people in it and everyone is a villain. the series is literally called Villains and Victor explicitly says that there are no nice guys involved. the only time Eli is referred to as a hero is in the news reports, where he's deliberately manipulating events to make it seem that way; people have taken this at face value, I think, and are genuinely seeing it as if Eli is lying about being a hero that means the hero must be Victor, because these people are absolutely incapable of reading a story without strict, simple parameters. there has to be a hero and there has to be a villain. if Eli is evil, that means Victor has to be good. they cannot comprehend that both Eli and Victor are terrible people, and that they each have their own reasons for being that way. if anybody decided to be evil, it was jealous, power-hungry Victor, who wanted what Eli had and murdered Eli's girlfriend to get it. meanwhile Eli, abused as a child and abused and tortured by the man he thought was his best friend, goes completely off the rails because he believes that becoming an EO corrupts people (like it did Victor, who Eli explicitly says no longer exists now -- he feels like the real Victor was murdered by the demon he became after becoming an EO) and it triggers his religious trauma because at least in religion it makes sense. there are demons, and then there's god, and if Eli is fighting the demons that means god's on his side, right? it's very, very simple, I mean a middle schooler could get this, but here we are.

also if anybody says that what Serena did to Eli was anything but rape, I don't trust them at all. Eli explicitly says he does not want to sleep with her, and she forced him via mind control. that's rape, people. no debate. log off.

#vicious #anon #asks

[elizabeethan]

I’ll Be Your Light

A follow-up to On This Night

Also on Ao3

Inspired by this prompt 

Killian and Emma travel the realms together happily, but when they’re drawn back to Misthaven, they must avoid the thing that sent them away in the first place.

A/N: All of the warning that applied to the first story are mentioned very briefly here, although no details are given. Very mild descriptions of violence and gore

Rated: a hard T, soft M, somewhere in there?

Tagging the usuals but if you want me to remove you (or add you) please tell me!! I will never not feel annoying doing this

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Captain Killian Jones has led a tortured life. He watched his mother die, was sold by his own father, and held his brother in his arms as he drew his last breath. He’s lost countless crewmen at sea. He’s seen the horrors of war. But one of the worst nights of his life was seeing Emma Swan bleeding and delirious, nearly raped on the streets outside of the seedy tavern. He couldn’t have told her then, but he had been in love with her from the moment he met her. When he saw her crumpled on the ground, he couldn't stop himself. He knew he probably should have taken her back to Granny’s tavern for her medical attention, should have insisted when she refused, but he was a weak man. A man with a code, a man of honor, but a weak one, all the same.

He could have tried harder to insist that she find her way into the tavern to sleep, rather than offering her a place in his bed. But she had been abused and battered and attacked all in one night and she needed someone to be there for her. She needed reminding that the whole world isn’t out to get her. He hated himself the next morning, feeling as though he’d coerced her, but he still couldn't help but to check in on her at the tavern later that evening.

When she told him she wanted to leave, he jumped at the opportunity to help her. If nothing else, he could at least ensure that she was safely away from her beast of a husband. If she chose to stay with him, that would be an added bonus of which he would happily reap the benefits. When he told her, foolishly, that he would drop her off wherever she wanted, thinking he was being helpful in not pressuring her to stay, she became so saddened that he knew immediately how badly he’d befouled. He thought that she would surely leave him, and he would let her. But when she called him a dullard and said that she loved him, he knew he would be content for the rest of his days.

She loved him. He loved her too. And so they ran away together.

They find themselves lounging in the sand, just two years after leaving port and never looking back. He continues traveling the realms and obtaining treasures, but she’s changed him in that he no longer feels the need to take out his anger and acrimony through pillaging and plundering. Instead, she encourages him to use his skills in bartering to make a living, and he must say, they’re doing quite well for themselves. Some of the men disliked the changes they saw in their captain and abandoned the crew, but many stayed behind and now continue to earn an honest living through trading exotic spices and jewels.

Emma liked Agrabah quite a lot, but she says her favorite location thus far is the tropical island they find themselves on now. He likes it too; he especially likes the little dresses she wears as she traipses along the beach and the fact that she takes them off when she wants to go swimming, and insists that he remove his trousers as well.

This afternoon was the only occasion during which they ended up in the warm waves with their clothes still on. They had been on a walk at high noon when the sun was at its brightest, enjoying the bright blue skies and the scorching white sand against their bare feet, when he knelt before her and presented her with a diamond he procured in Agrabah. She shouted excitedly, squealing and laughing and saying yes, yes, yes! before knocking him to the ground into the water and kissing the holy hell out of him. He thought they may have drowned if she’d held him under the water any longer, but he probably wouldn’t have minded.

“I can’t stop looking at it,” she says happily, grinning as she holds her hand out in front of her.

He hums and smiles back at her, rolling to his side to press a kiss to her temple. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

She blushes, just as she does every time he speaks to her this way, but he can’t help it. He has so much love for her in his heart that it hurts.

“I’d like to be married straight away, I think,” she says.

“Is that so?”

“Aye, it’s so,” she says with a laugh. “Who does the officiating when it’s the captain who wants to get married?”

He hums again thoughtfully , leaning closer so that he can press her into the sand and roll on top of her. He kisses her soft lips gently once, twice, three times, before saying, “I suppose I’ll have to make Mr. Smee do it.”

“Make him? He’ll do it for me,” she says sweetly, kissing him again.

He laughs. “That’s only because he’s afraid of you.”

She gasps in genuine outrage and pushes his shoulders until she can roll over and sit atop his hips. “He is not afraid of me!”

“My love, the entire crew is terrified of you.”

“Take that back!”

“Having a woman on board a ship is considered bad luck. They shiver at the thought of upsetting you and causing torrential weather, or a run in with a mermaid, or—”

She cuts him off with her mouth, kissing him fiercely to shut him up and only further proving his point that she is a cunning and unforgiving fire of a woman. He loves her so damn much.

“Your crew loves me, and they would do anything for me,” she insists, giving him a look that says he had best agree with her.

He smiles up lovingly at her and tilts his head to the side, completely in awe of his fiancé, then says, “of course, my darling. Whatever you say.”

She rolls her eyes, likely in annoyance at how easily he backed down, then presses on his shoulders so that she can stand before him and give him an expectant look. “Come now, then,” she says as he stands as well. “I need to marry you now.”

“Now?” he asks, raising a brow and taking her hand in his so he can lead her back to where the ship is anchored.

“Yes. Despite your rudeness, I find I can’t stand to spend another moment not being your wife.”

He laughs aloud, releasing her hand in favor of wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Do you not want to discuss your marital needs first?”

She pauses, pursing her lips in thought, then says, “I have but one need.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.”

~~~~

They’re married at sunset on the helm of the Jolly Roger, the entirety of the crew looking on as they exchange words of love and promises to grow old beside each other. She’s a vision in red, her extravagant gown one that he procured for her in Camelot last summer. When he asked why she wasn’t wearing one of her cream colored dresses, she told him that she’s far from a virtuous and unsullied virgin; he couldn’t agree more, and he couldn’t be happier for it.

They have a view of the endless sea on one side of them, and the lush jungle on the other. The sky is pink and the crew cheers raucously as they seal their vows with a kiss, and they watch as the sun sneaks just below the horizon before some of the crew begin playing their instruments.

He holds her close as they drift in the shallow water, her head resting against his collarbone and his against her soft hair. The salty sea air has done wonders for her tresses— they’ve become longer and thicker in the two years since they’ve left, as if the happiness she’s felt has done more than nourish her soul alone. She has them styled hastily in billowing loose curls, surrounded by some flowers that the chef, Will, found for her on the island while he was foraging for dinner.

“Are you happy, my darling?” Killian asks against her hair, and she sighs into his skin and nods softly.

“Happier than I’ve ever been, I’d say.” Her breath tickles the hair on his chest and he squeezes her closer to him.

“I have to agree,” he whispers as the sky darkens and the lanterns provide a soft and comforting light around them. When the music swells, he pulls away from her just slightly and asks, “dance with me?”

She grins up at him and allows him to guide her from the rail to the center of the deck and sway her to the beat of the melodic sounds coming from beside them. He spins her, dips her, and lifts her until she’s giggling away and turning the same shade of red as her gown.

Will emerges from the galley carrying a small pastry meant to be their wedding cake and calls them over. They each enjoy it enthusiastically, and he kisses the powdery sugar from her lips and tastes the remnants of honey on her tongue.

When the twilight turns to night and the crew start dropping off one by one, drunkenly finding their way to their hammocks, she leads him to their bed to make love to him fervidly. She starts off on top, grinding against him as her eyes meet his, until he can no longer stand to not be holding her and flips them over so that she’s enveloped in his arms as they fall apart the same way they do everything: together.

When they’re finally sated, though still not content to be separated from one another, she lays her head against his chest and runs her long fingers through the dark hair she seems to like so much. His hands enjoy the feel of her soft skin as he runs them up and down her spine and occasionally cup and squeeze and blithely slap her backside, drawing playful giggles from her.

“You’re my wife,” he whispers into the darkness, and he feels her arms tighten around his torso.

“You’re my husband,” she breathes out. “Bit better than the last model.”

He snorts, taking another opportunity to squeeze her flesh, and kisses the top of her head. “I should hope so.”

She lies contentedly atop him for quite a while, breathing evenly as her skin is illuminated only by the dim flame of the lantern. He isn’t even sure she’s awake anymore when he speaks into the shadows and says, “there’s something we haven’t discussed.”

She hums to question him and shifts languidly so that she can nestle her nose into the crook of his neck. “What’s that?”

“Only the expectancy that generally comes with being a wedded couple,” he says nervously.

He isn’t sure how she may respond. He was certain that he’d never want to have a child until he met and fell in love with her. Truthfully, it was something they should have discussed before they wed, but it’s also something he never dares to bring up to her after her arduous experience baring a child.

“Are you referring to your carnal need to sire an heir to your empire?” Emma asks playfully, although he can sense the tension forming in her back as he continues to stroke along her skin.

“No, I’m referring to the natural desire to have a child that some people have after marrying the love of their life.”

She nods and sighs, seemingly more awake as she presses onto her elbows so that she can look at his eyes. “Perhaps we should have talked about this before we exchanged vows,” she remarks with a sad smile.

He moves his hand from her waist to her cheek and says, “it’s alright that we didn’t. Any decision that you make is one that I’ll happily agree with, I simply wanted to know your thoughts on the matter.”

“It shouldn’t be my decision alone,” she rationalizes. He can almost see the likeness to the Emma he met years ago, timid and frightened of stepping out of line in her marriage, so he does what he can to draw her away from that place and those thoughts.

She smiles sadly at him as he sits up slightly and rolls both of them on their sides.  “It’s ultimately your choice to make, my love. This is your body, not mine, and you have the right to not want to carry children after your last experience in doing so.” Her fingers run along his cheek, tracing the scar under his eye before kissing it.

“You’re very good at being a husband,” she whispers and he chuckles. “It’s a topic I need to consider further.”

“Take all the time you need, my darling. I’ll be here for whatever you decide.”

“Promise?”

He rolls on top of her and moves her hair away from her eyes so that he can kiss all along her face. “I did mention in my vows that I’d be by your side for the rest of my days. Your decision regarding children won’t change that.”

“Don’t you want them?”

He shrugs. “Truthfully, I think the two of us are parents already. We have about 12 children that we care for regularly.” she snorts and nods before he moves on. “I didn’t before, but when I met the love of my life, I realized why people crave having children so badly.”

She takes a deep breath and sighs out heavily, wrapping her arms around him and linking them just under his shoulder blades so that she can pull him close and feel his weight on her. “I love you,” she whispers. Each time she says it, his heart still races.

“I love you, too. I love you whether you choose to have a child with me or to spend the rest of our days just the two of us. I love you more than the consequences of whatever decision you make.”

She kisses his neck and squeezes harder. “You're a good husband.”

“I’ve only been a husband for six hours,” he argues happily.

“I know a good husband when I see one.”

“Aye, I suppose you do.”

He rolls to his side so that he isn’t crushing her any longer and she follows, pushing him to his back and hitching her knee up onto his hip and resting her head at his shoulder. “Sleep now, my love, and in the morning we’ll plan the honeymoon of our dreams.”

~~~~

They venture away from the secluded part of the island and make landfall just outside of the small village. As Killian goes off to do some business, Emma takes the chef, Will Scarlet, with her to walk through the streets and browse the small shops. The two of them became fast friends when she’d first arrived on board, and their closeness blossomed into the very friendship that Killian wanted for his wife. It started with Will helping her with her training in swordsmanship, or swordswomanship as she often corrected him, when Killian couldn't, and they’re now inseparable and always get into mischief together.

They spend almost a month longer in the tropics before Emma suggests that they try something new one night after dinner. “Perhaps we could visit somewhere snowy,” she’d said longingly. “I’ve hardly ever seen snow before.”

While he’ll miss her small dresses on the secluded beach and swimming naked with her in the warm water, he could never deny her of anything for which she wished so fancifully, so he began charting the course to Arendelle, the only place he knows of that will be seeing snow this time of year.

As they get closer, the seas get rougher, but she enjoys her days larking about with Will and sitting in her soft Agrabahan chair as she watches the snow fall onto the choppy waves. When the bird lands on the wheel as he takes the helm, he becomes curious, but it’s addressed to Emma and he dare not violate her privacy. So when the weather gets particularly bad, he chooses to take advantage of his first mate and relax with her in his quarters.

Her face is alight when she reads that her closest friend is to be married in six months time. Ruby shall wed a lad named August, whom Emma seems to know, in the small church outside of her hometown. Killian tries not to think about the fact that he now needs to take her back to the place he’d promised to help her escape.

They make landfall in Arendelle two days later, Emma’s face so joyous at the sight of the fresh snowfall that he knows immediately that the somewhat difficult journey was worth it. He trades jewels and some more exotic spices he procured on the small island, then spends as much time as he can with his wife.

There are only so many wintery activities they can participate in, the joys of sledding and ice skating and snowman building only taking them so far before the cold wins out and they choose to start their charts back to Misthaven.

He wants nothing more than to say, to hell with the wedding, let’s just go somewhere else so you're safe, but he knows that would crush her. Ruby has been her best friend for years, she and Granny taking Emma in when she had nowhere else to go, and he couldn’t possibly deny her the joy of seeing her married off to one of their mutual friends. Also, she’s been away from them for two anda half years now, and he’s certain that she misses them dearly.

He just can’t move past the dread he feels at the thought of bringing her back to the place that caused her so much pain. She was maimed, accosted, and struck, all in the span of a few hours. She’d dealt with verbal abuse for years. She’d conceived a child, only to lose that child and be stuck with an absolute demon of a husband. She’d lost her parents at birth and grown up as an orphan. And through it all, she was the most exuberant person he’d ever met. The idea of bringing her back to that place, where her former husband could still be lurking, made him sick to his stomach.

But he does it for her. And when they land in the small port town she called home for years and years, she has tears in her eyes. She brushes them away with a smile and looks up at him, hugging her arms around his waist. “I’m nervous,” she whispers, and he wonders if it’s for the same reasons he is. He thinks it must be.

“Me too,” he admits, hugging her back and kissing her temple.

“But you’ll keep me safe, won't you?” she asks with a soft and loving smile as she looks into his eyes.

“If it’s the last thing I do, my love.”

“It won’t come to that,” she insists.

Ruby’s wedding is far more put-together than their own. She has a decorated venue, middlemist flowers ordaining the aisle and wrapped through her hair, and after they exchange vows before a priest, as perhaps Emma and Killian should consider doing, the party is moved to the tavern where he fell in love with his wife. They dance the night away together, enjoying the ability to be in each other’s company here without fear of being noticed. Killian offers to buy her an ale as he wasn’t ever able to do when she worked here, but she turns him down and says she’s too tired. He can’t blame her, what with their endless travel and their long night spent dancing and laughing with friends, so he promises to take her home to the ship shortly.

A thought strikes him, and he wonders for how long she’ll tolerate living with him on a ship. They’ve been at this for two and a half years, and they’re now married and at least casually considering parenthood. Should he buy her a house? Where would she even want to live? He thinks she would like that, but wonders if she’s ready to leave her life of travel and wanderlust.

As the ale continues to flow through him, his love for her grows, and he thinks she must be glowing more than usual as she sits under candlelight  in the corner with Ruby, laughing and catching up on all that they’ve missed of each other. Granny must agree, because when she sits beside him on a stool and bumps his shoulder with hers, she grins. “She looks good,” she tells him, nudging her head towards his wife.

“Aye, she does.”

“I gotta tell you, I wasn't thrilled when Ruby told me she’d run off with a pirate.” He lifts his hand off of his mug and scratches behind his ear. “But she needed to get away from that bastard husband of hers. And you’ve loved her for quite a while.”

He laughs in surprise, eyes widening and brows raised as he looks at her before responding, “You knew, then?”

“‘Course I knew, I'm no fool. And I know a fool in love when I see one.” He chuckles and nods at the same time as his wife throws her head back and laughs boisterously at something Ruby said. “And I know Emma Swan. She’s loved you since the moment she met you.”

He smiles at her, the woman who has known Emma longer than nearly anyone else, and nods again. “That’s nice to hear, thank you.”

She grunts out an acknowledgement and sips some more ale. “Heard you gave up the pirate’s life,” she says, and he nods once more.

“Felt unnecessary once we’d left. Truthfully, I hadn't done much pillaging since I met her.”

“That so?”

“Aye.”

“So Captain Jones has gone soft?”

He laughs at her, and he thinks that if he hadn’t had so much ale, he likely wouldn’t be telling her so much, but continues anyway. “I’ve always been soft. Losing my brother just made me lose my mind a bit. But meeting Emma helped me find it again.”

She hums thoughtfully, then bumps her shoulder into his once more and says, “huh, who knew the infamous and treacherous Captain Jones was such a sap?”

“Emma, certainly,” he jokes.

“Yes, my love?” she asks from behind him, and he turns happily, surprised that he missed her getting up from her seat.

“Hello,” he says with a smile, and she leans in to press a soft, chaste kiss to his lips.

“Hm, someone’s been enjoying their ale,” she remarks at the taste of his mouth, drawing a chuckle from him.

“Aye, it’s been a while since I’ve tasted this backwash and watched the beautiful blonde from across the tavern.”

He feels a whack at the backside of his head and exclaims, reaching up and turning to see Granny’s irritated face chastising him. “Need I remind you, I let you sit in that corner and watch my barmaid for years before you stole her away from me? You know how hard it is to find good help these days?”

“She’s right, my love, one cannot abase Granny’s ale in Granny’s tavern, never mind with Granny sitting right beside you.”

He stands from his stool, apologizing to Granny and tipping just slightly to the left until Emma presses herself against him, and wraps an arm around her shoulder. “Care to turn in, milady?”

“Definitely,” she says, yawning with perfect timing. “I’m done for.”

They wish their friends a pleasant evening, Emma promising that they won't be leaving port just yet and will surely say goodbye in person rather than leaving a sad letter. Ruby informs them that she and August will be leaving for their honeymoon in the mountains in three days, and asks that they stay that long so that they can spend some more time together.

“That was lovely,” Emma says as they fall into bed together. It’s been some time since he’s drank himself to this extent, but figures it was grounds for celebration.

“It was. A bit more put-together than ours, but a nice time indeed.”

“Ours was fairly well put-together considering we were only engaged for about six hours.”

“Too right, love,” he chuckles, pulling her into his arms. “You miss being here?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess. I miss Ruby and Granny, but we can’t exactly stay around long, so it’s alright.”

He sighs as he holds her, letting her drift off to sleep quickly as he considers how he can fix this for her.

~~~~

The following evening, Killian receives an invitation from August to go to a tavern that isn’t owned by his mother-in-law. He asks Emma to come, but it would seem that Ruby wants to spend time with her, and he can hardly deny her such a pleasure, so they head to Ruby’s new home while the lads spend the evening at the pub. He likes August well enough, but he can’t help but miss the image of his wife winding her way through the tavern with her blonde hair following her.

He learns that August grew up with Ruby and Emma, and once had feelings for Emma when they were much younger. He feels childish at the jealousy that arises, but must remind himself that the two of them are both happily married. He chuckles at the man’s words, joking that he also had feelings for Emma quite a few years ago.

“I knew it was you, pirate,” he hears from behind him, and he cocks his head to the side as he takes another swig from his mug.

When he turns around, he sees a man he doesn’t recognize, but somehow knows all the same. He’s angry with Killian, that much is clear by the heat in his face and the tone of his voice as he spits, “How long were you fornicating with my wife before you finally had the stones to take her away?”

He nods in understanding, practically feeling sorry for the man who is still so clearly hung up on a woman he abused and chased away. “I suppose you must be Baelfire,” he says, putting his mug down on the bar and holding out a hand for a shake. It gets slapped away.

“Yeah, I am. I’m also Emma’s husband, and I’d like to know where she is.” He’s clearly drunk, having had at least three too-many ales. Killian is most certainly not going to be giving this man any information about her.

He smirks. “Who?”

Baelfire scoffs, spitting on Killian's cheek as he does so. “Maybe a few whacks to the head will remind you.”

“She’s dead,” he says, trying to come up with the fastest way to get Baelfire to leave. “Died a long time ago.”

“Dead?”

“Aye, dead. Now what do you want?”

He’s starting to get irritated, as having to repeatedly call his wife dead is less than ideal.

“So you stole my wife, and then you killed her?” He pulls out a stool beside Killian and takes a seat, staring in what he assumes is an attempt to be leering, although it seems as though his eyes may be going in two different directions.

“I didn’t kill her, mate, and I certainly didn’t steal her.”

“Well, I think you did.”

“Tell me something, then,” he says, clearing his throat and turning as the anger at this man begins to fester. “If a woman comes to you and begs you to take her away... is that theft?”

Baelfire lunges for Killian but he’s able to stand and dodge him quite easily, sending him falling onto the stool that Killian had abandoned. “Bastard pirate, you don’t deserve to live.”

He laughs. “I’ve heard it all before, mate. Why don’t you get back to whatever gutter you crawled out of and leave me in peace.”

“No,” he says as he stands. He’s shorter than Killian by several inches and decidedly not threatening. “I want a duel.”

Killian scoffs. “A duel? Why?”

“For my honor. You stole my whore of a wife and then murdered her in cold blood, I must assume, so I want to duel for my honor.”

The look Killian shoots at him is one of confused disgust at Baelfire’s obvious oblivion. He wonders how someone can be so foolish as to assume that his wife being murdered is any reflection on his honor. He wonders how he can let the man go after saying such things about his wife. “If it’s a duel you want, then a duel you shall have. Though I must inform you that I'm a master swordsman and will more than likely win.”

“A fight to the death, then.”

Killian laughs now, throwing his head back. “Very well, gutter rat, have it your way. We fight to the death at dawn.”

~~~~

When he arrives back to the ship, a bit drunker than he should be, Emma's laying in bed with a candle lit beside her, wide awake despite the late hour. “My darling wife, what are you still doing up?”

She smiles as she sits up just slightly turning to him and intaking a deep breath. “I’m seasick,” she tells him.

He cocks his head and moves to sit beside her. “You’re never seasick. Is it nerves?”

“Hmm, must be,” she agrees, laying back down when his hand finds her scalp.

“Well, worry not. You needn’t worry about Baelfire again after tomorrow, and then we can stay here as long as you like.”

She sits up abruptly, glaring at him in concern as she hisses, “what?”

“Aye,” he smiles and caresses her cheek, “Baelfire found me at the tavern and has requested a duel. One that I shall surely win.”

“Killian, no. Don’t go.”

He shakes his head. “What do you mean, my love? I must go and eradicate any threats against you. I know a part of you wants to stay here, and once I win, we can do just that.”

“I’m serious, don’t go! He isn’t worth it!”

“Darling, don’t worry. He’s nothing but a drunken fool, and once we’re rid of him you won’t have to fear ever running into him again.”

He thinks she may have tears in her eyes as they shine in the flicker flame of the candle. “I don’t want you to do this, Killian,” she says seriously. “You’ve left the pirate’s life. There’s no need to fall back into dueling.”

“Alright, I hear you,” he says, stroking her hair soothingly. He feels her relaxing against his touch instantly.

As much as he wants to promise her that he won’t go, that he won’t leave at dawn to duel this man who has caused her such anguish, he simply can’t.

~~~~

The air has a thickness to it that makes Killian uneasy. He hasn’t been in Misthaven in quite some time, but he doesn’t think he remembers feeling such sticky humidity when he was here last.

He knows he’s being foolish. Emma told him not to come, begged him not to, but there was something in the way that Baelfire spoke of her last night that set him off. He thought it may have been the ale he was drinking that made him so excessively angry, but hearing this man who vowed to love her call her a white and talk of her death so callously had him seeing red.

“I see you decided to honor our agreement, then, pirate. I must say I’m surprised.”

He rolls his eyes at the man’s cloying voice. “I am a man of honor, Baelfire, unlike you. Of course you’re surprised.”

He scoffs, drawing his sword from the scabbard and pointing it towards him. “How do you come to the conclusion that I’m not a man of honor?”

Killian draws his sword as well. “No honorable man would strike his wife.”

He guffaws, tossing his head back, and says, “you can’t say that until you marry a slag, mate.”

Killian snaps, lunging forward and clashing his sword against Baelfire’s. He fights back rather well, meeting each swing with a defensive block, but he’s no match for Killian’s decades of training. They spend a few moments gamboling around each other as they swing their blades. He’s making it too simple, his slow swipes easy to avoid and his weak blocks easy to break through. Killian becomes hard-headed when he thinks Baelfire may be tiring, letting his guard down and deciding to have a bit of fun with him, until the demon lunges at him with such violent enthusiasm that he falls to his knees.

Killian had made a foolish mistake, thinking that Baelfire was a poorer swordsman than he. He is, of course, but Killian shouldn't have let his guard down, as he’s now allowed Baelfire to place his blade at his throat and kick his sword out of his grasp. “Do you know what it’s like to have your wife stolen from you? It’s like getting a sword through your heart,” he spits out, trailing the steel from his neck to his chest and drawing just a bit of blood along the way.

“She wasn’t stolen from you, mate,” Killian breathes out, and he isn’t sure why he’s still acting so foolish as to instigate the man holding a sword to his heart.

“Let me show you how that feels, pirate—” he says, drawing back just slightly as he rears himself to plunge his sword through Killian’s chest.

He isn’t sure how the hell he got himself into this position. One minute he was confidently parrying with this fool, beating him easily, and the next, his cockiness has gotten the better of him and sees him on his knees about to be run through. He tries to think quickly, about to duck out of his way and roll towards his own sword, when he hears her.

“Stop!” she shouts, and his heart hurts more now than it did when he thought he was going to be stabbed. She stands before the both of them looking fierce and scared all at once, her fists clenched tightly at her side and her eyes the size of saucers.

“Emma,” Baelfire says, dropping his sword and turning to her with a sinister smile. “Well, this is a turn of events.”

“Bae, don't hurt him.”

“Emma, get out of here.”

“No!” she shouts at Killian. “You fool, I told you not to come!”

“Enough!” Baelfire asserts, pointing the sword back at Killian. “This is a story I wasn’t expecting. My wife has fallen in love with the pirate, is that it?”

“Bae, please just leave us be. Let him go now and you won't see us again.”

He laughs condescendingly, dropping his sword once more, then gesturing for Killian to stand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Ems? You want me to leave you be so you can whore around with your pirate?”

The anger is back, flowing through Killian’s veins the same as blood. He gets to his feet and clamours towards Emma, facing her with his hands on her cheeks so that he can ensure that she’s alright despite the tears that are falling from her eyes.

“Bae,” she continues, choking the word out as she looks down from his eyes. “If you won't let us go willingly, perhaps an exchange will do.”

He laughs and Killian draws his brows together in confusion at her words. “I’d love to hear what you have in mind, strumpet.”

He turns towards Baelfire again but Emma grabs his upper arm, grounding him. She holds out her other hand and lets something fall from it: a ring dangling from a silver chain. “You can have this back.”

“Well,” he laughs. “Come then, hand it over.”

She steps to the left, releasing Killian’s arm, and takes one stride towards Baelfire before it all goes wrong. She’s holding the chain in her left hand, and moves to pass it to him, but rather than accept it, he raises his heavy sword towards her and swings it downwards.

He doesn't think, throwing himself in front of her and her to the ground out of harm’s way. He feels the sharp burn in his left arm immediately, but isn’t able to focus on that very well over the sound of Emma's screams. He’s on the ground, and she falls to his side, touching his face and weeping so forcefully that her tears fall onto his own face. She’s completely hysterical, but in his dazed mind he isn't sure why. He hears laughter above him and sees her face shift from fear and sadness to all-consuming fury as she reaches to Killian’s side and he hears the shrill swipe of iron against the cobblestone ground.

He turns just slightly as she pushes herself up, hoping to stop her from injuring herself, but when he finally sees her through his blurred vision, he’s met with the sight of her sword plunging deep into Baelfire’s middle, as if he was moving towards her and she stopped him with the blade.

She’s back at his side in an instant, breathing more heavily than he’s ever seen her, then she’s screaming for help and running her warm, wet hands along his face and his arm, and he wishes he could tell her that he’s alright and that she shouldn’t worry, but the icy heat that’s radiating from his hand is becoming too much, and his vision blurs into blackness.

~~~~

He sleeps through cloudy delirium for what feels like eons. He hears faint whispers beside him from time to time, whenever he wakes, but the scorching pain of his arm makes it impossible to stay conscious, and he screams in agony until he feels sweet sleep taking him again.

He isn’t sure how much time goes by before he finally starts to hear the things that people say around him. They toss out words like infection and loss and stump, but he isn’t quite sure what those things have to do with one another. He hears Emma weeping beside him more than anything else, constantly whispering into his ears although he hardly comprehends her words.

Too much time has passed, and he thinks he must be dying. That must be why he’s still in such great pain and numbness and why Emma remains at his bedside in tears, always whispering her thoughts into his ears and resting her head on his chest. She’s a strong lass, and would be fine without him, he’s sure, so her ongoing emotional outpouring tells him that something awful must be happening.

More time passes before he’s able to comprehend what she says to him in the night when she must be unable to sleep. He’s discovered that he’s been in their bed, probably all this time, and she keeps a candle lit despite the darkness of the sky outside the window. He only keeps his eyes open long enough to take in the shadows of the room they share and the gold of her hair before they fall closed again. She must notice the change in his breathing as he wakes slightly, lifting her head from his chest and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, though he can hardly respond. She moves her mouth to his ear and whispers, “come back to me, my love. We need you here now. I can’t do this without you. Please come back to me.”

He’s sure she can do anything without him; she’s the strongest person he knows. She could become the captain himself and sail the crew across realms if she truly wanted to.

His attempt to lift his hand and place it on her head in comfort fails, as he finds he’s still unable to move much, so he rolls his head towards her just slightly to tell her that he hears her now. He feels her whimper and cry in response, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheeks as she repeats, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” like a mantra.

He uses it as a mantra himself as he falls back to sleep. He loves her.

~~~~

“Are we sure he’s even still alive under there?” he hears someone say, and he screws his brows together. Of course he’s alive.

“Of course he’s alive!” Emma says, and he smiles just slightly at the fierceness in her voice.

He tries to say something, anything, to give the fools an indication that she’s right, but all that comes out is a pathetic grunt.

She gasps so loudly that he jumps. “Killian!” she shouts, and he feels the mattress shifting under her weight as she bounds towards him. “Are you there? Killian, can you hear me?”

When he opens his eyes, he’s met with the perfect view: her cleavage is directly in his line of vision as she fusses with his hair and face. He smirks, breathing out a soft laugh, reflecting internally on how long it must have been since he’s been met by such a sight. He hums out in satisfaction, causing her to draw back and glance down at her own chest. “You brute,” she says with tears in her eyes when she realizes to what he’s reacting, then reaches for a cup of water.

“Hi,” he chokes out, finding his voice barely working despite his throat being less dry now. The door closes beside him as the men must've left them alone.

She’s on him in an instant, kissing along his face relentlessly and getting tears on his skin. He laughs, finally able to lift his arms to try and hold her, but when he reaches both hands to her cheeks, only one makes it.

Her face falls in response to his confusion, more tears falling as she sits up to straddle his hips and takes his left arm. When she raises it between the two of them and presses a kiss to the bandaged stump, his face must show how confused he remains.

‘Baelfire,” she tries, holding back a sob. “He, he swung at me and you…” she can’t seem to finish her thought. “You’re such a fool,” she laughs and cries and shakes her head.

“He… my hand?” He glances back down at the blunted arm but can't quite understand.

“We couldn’t save it; it became very severely infected. I’m so sorry, Killian.”

He chances another look, hoping it would be restored magically somehow and becoming disappointed when it doesn’t. “It’s gone?” he asks, as if the visual confirmation wasn’t enough

How is he to care for his wife with only one hand? How will he protect her, provide for her? “Yes,” she whispers.

“But… how…” It’s as if he can’t get it straight in his mind. What sort of husband could he possibly be to her?

“He swung,” she repeats, but he cuts her off before she has to recount the story again.

“No. How will I… with just…”

“Killian, no,” she says, taking his face in her hands once more. “You're capable of anything you attempt. This isn’t going to hold you back.”

He feels himself slipping, his anger and resentment consuming him all at once as his thoughts spiral into ones of hatred for Baelfire and of the inevitability of his own failure. She’ll leave him, surely, as she deserves to be with a man who can provide for her and meet her needs. His face is falling along with his mood, and he drops his hand, no, his stump, down onto his lap and lets his head fall back against his pillow.

“Stop,” she says firmly. “Stop right now. I know exactly what you're thinking and you’d best stop it now, or so help me, Killian Jones, I’ll, I’ll,” she trails off, finishing, “I’ll skewer you like I did Bae.”

That catches his attention. He looks up at her in awe and confusion and says, “you did what?”

“Ran him right through. The bastard tried to attack my husband? I think not.”

He feels the corners of his face twitching upward at the visual she’s given him. He likely shouldn't be proud of his wife for murdering someone in cold blood, but that’s exactly what he is. “You ran him through?”

She nods, giving him a shy smile, and gets off of his hips to sit beside him. “He swung at me and you jumped in line of his blade. He maimed your hand badly and there was blood everywhere when you fell to the ground, and I was just so upset. I couldn't even think. I grabbed your sword as he was coming back around to finish the job and I just…” she uses both arms to demonstrate the motions she must've made to stab through her ex-husband. Killian glows with pride.

“So you used those skills I taught you, then?”

She laughs lightly, lying down next to him and hitching her knee up over his hips. “I’m not sure you're the one who taught me how to stab, I think it was more of a gut reaction to my husband being attacked.”

“Likely true, but I don't mind a bit of credit.”

She laughs through some more sniffles, hugging him closely to herself before saying, “oh, I’ve missed you so. I thought for sure I would lose you and the…”

She freezes, her arms clinging to him and her body stiffening. “The what?” Inhaling deeply, Emma nuzzles her nose against his neck and presses a soft kiss there before sniffling once more, as if she’s started to cry again. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s something else you must know.”

He yawns inadvertently; apparently the few moments he’s spent awake have exhausted him. “What’s that, my love?”

She clears her throat, not moving otherwise, and says, “I’m pregnant.”

He thought he was losing his mind before, but with this admission, he’s truly dumbfounded. “You’re… what?”

“Pregnant, Killian. With a baby.”

“With a baby,” he repeats, tasting the words on his lips before letting them curl into a smile. “My baby?”

She snorts, sitting up to look at him. “I should hope so.”

“Our baby.”

She smiles at him sweetly, then it’s as if something has shifted for her internally and she stares him down seriously. “You went off to duel with someone, you dullard, and I want you to know how angry that makes me, because it’s not just about you and me anymore. Got it?”

He realizes now that there was a deeper reason for her being so firmly against his plans to fight Baelfire, and this was it. The babe in her belly, growing happily in the home she’s creating for it. And he nearly put that in jeopardy. “I’m sorry,” he says, and she shakes her head.

“It’s alright, everything is fine now. You’re okay, baby’s okay… we’re all fine.”

He’s fighting sleep now, but staves it off a bit more to ask, “in your stress, you thought… you thought you may lose him?”

“Or her,” she corrects softly. “But it’s been nearly three weeks since then and so far… everything seems normal.”

Bloody hell, the thought of him being nearly unconscious for three weeks straight is mind boggling. He can’t believe he left her alone for that long. “Are you alright?”

She tips her head to one side in question and then nods. “Of course I am, now that you’re awake.”

“With the babe, I mean. I know you were hesitant…”

She smiles sweetly, brushing her fingers through his hair as she answers. “Once I found out, that feeling went away. I suppose it’s different, having a child with a man I love.”

He smiles back up at her and kisses the inside of her wrist. With the caressing of her fingers along his scalp, he’s trying hard not to let his eyes drift shut. “How am I to care for a babe with one hand?”

She hums, leaning back down so that she’s on her back beside him, and takes his remaining hand in hers to place it upon her belly so he can feel the slight swell. “Perhaps we can fashion you a new apparatus. Maybe a nice frightening hook so you can keep up your fearsome pirate persona.”

He laughs as he drifts away, rubbing his fingertips gently over her stomach, over their baby, and says, “you’re funny,” as he falls asleep.

~~~~

He does get a hook, but only for operating the ship— he finds it easier to tie knots and manage the wheel. He recovers quite well from his three week flirtation at death’s door, once he’s able to keep solid food down and stand on his own. Emma’s helpful in his adapting to life without a left hand, but she never once coddles him and always assures him that he can still do anything he did before.

He’s nervous for when the baby comes, assuming it’ll be difficult to properly care for them on his own with only one working hand, but Emma comforts him by reminding him that she’ll always be there for him, and if she isn’t, there are 12 crewmen who can lend a hand. He doesn't find her pun very funny, but he’s willing to let it slide, for her.

#summaries aren’t my thing #also I told you it would be quite soon lol #on this night #i’ll be your light #sequel #captain wench #captain swan #cs ff #cs ff au #captain swan fanfic #once upon a time fanfic #ouat ff #ouat ff au

[theliterarywolf]

How was the sequel to Tales from The Hood, a shitshow?

The original Tales from the Hood, while having some campy horror elements, still managed to present its stories and tone competently while still incorporating themes of struggles of black Americans in urban areas. 

Examples: 

A black politician who’s been trying to fight against police corruption gets beaten to death and injected with drugs post-mortem by said corrupt cops to slander his name. The politician returns from the dead to exact vengeance. Obviously this short tackles police brutality and corruption.

A little boy and his mother who are constantly beaten and abused by what he draws and identifies as a ‘monster’ who, it turns out, is the mother’s new boyfriend. The theme here is Domestic Violence and how often people try to brush it under the rug as just a way of life in the community. 

A former klansman-turned senator buys a building called ‘The Dollhouse’ that is of high historical significance to the local black community, despite their wishes and complaints, to serve as the headquarters for his racist campaign to become governor. The house in of itself was where a confederate-supporter, after the loss of the Civil War, decided to murder all of his slaves rather than see them freed. Their restless souls haunted the place until a ‘voodoo woman’ managed to calm their souls and place them into dolls. You can pretty much guess where this is going and the themes.

The final entry centers around a gang-member who, after getting hunted and shot down by rival gang-members, is taken into police custody and is given one last chance for freedom by a doctor’s new, radical behavioral therapy program. Said therapy takes a note right out of A Clockwork Orange and bombards our main character with alternating images of brutal gang-violence and KKK lynchings. After which, he is berated with apparitions of all the people he’s shot and killed; including a little girl who was a victim during one of his drive-by shootings. Of course, this kind of therapy will only be successful if the subject shows some remorse...

And all of this is wrapped in a framing device of three gang-members trying to find some drugs at a funeral-home, even harassing the funeral-director, which turns out to be a portal into hell.

... *deep breath*

I have to do a ‘Read More’ because this post got long. But I implore you guys to read on to see the abyss of insanity and bad directions that were taken in regards to the sequel of this movie. Please.

The sequel decided to throw ALL NUANCE AND TACT out of the window and give us such wonderful stories as: 

A white girl and a black girl are on a road-trip and decide to go to the... ugh... Museum of Negrosity where the owner chastises them on thinking that the uncomfortable racist memorabilia he owns (collections of minstrel show cartoons, golliwog and pickaninny dolls) are things of the past instead of acknowledging them as parts of America’s racist past. And, for some reason, the white girl is obsessed with buying one of the golliwog dolls because she had one when she was little. Anyway, they sneak back in later with the white girl’s brother who happens to be the black girl’s boyfriend, so they can steal one of the dolls. Through hijinks, the doll comes to life and grows to the size of a human being. The brother/boyfriend gets whipped to death, the black girl gets cut in half by a minstrel-colored guillotine, and the white girl... Fucks the giant golliwog doll, gets pregnant, and a few days later, has her stomach torn open as a bunch of baby versions of the doll go flying out everywhere.

Some gang-members track down a former pimp who’s changed his ways to try and shake him down for some owed money. He doesn’t comply, so they kill him but, golly-gee! How are they going to get the money now~? Oh, I know! Hold a scam medium hostage so he can perform a seance to talk to the pimp to find out about the money. But, oh no~ It looks like the medium’s powers decide to actually work this time~ Ooh~

Two douchebags hookup with two hot chicks and, after the world’s worst game of Cards Against Humanity, they decide to roofie the girls so they can record themselves raping them so they can post it to ‘le dark web’. ... Lo’ and behold, the girls turn out to be vampires who were playing 4D chess to rope the two douchebags in so they can use them for their own recording-something-brutal-to-post-online scheme. 

And... The LAST one. Oh my God, the LAST ONE. *deep breath* Okay.

So we follow a black republican councilman who is married to a white woman and they’re expecting a baby after a long line of miscarriages. But the wife is having weird bouts of bad dreams and insomnia. What are the bad dreams about? 

... I need you guys to understand. That I am not shitposting when I type the following words. *deep breath* Okay. 

The wife is being haunted by the ghost of Emmett Till telling her that she doesn’t deserve to have her baby. You know? Emmett Till? The victim of one of the most brutal, horrific murders in America due to one of the most disgusting, vile acts of racism? THAT EMMETT TILL?!

So..! The black councilman is working for a white politician who... I’m just going to put a direct quote from the movie so you can get where they were coming from.

“That man wants to close down ten more voting locations, all of them in black districts!”

Anyway, after a house-call from a doctor who brushes off the dreams as hormones, the councilman hosts a party for the politician who’s running slogan is ‘Let’s take Mississippi back!’ Gee-golly-willickers! Can’t imagine where they were coming from with that one!!

So the party goes on, the politician even congratulating our councilman on his ‘white wife’, but said wife rushes downstairs after having another dream; ranting about ‘that boy from the field has decided to LIVE! And if he lives, our baby’s going to die!’ And she runs outside with a machete to try and kill the ghost of Emmett Till (who, again, very real person and victim of racist brutality). 

So the councilman’s mother and the local voodoo expert drive up and the voodoo expert tells the councilman that Emmett Till is trying to talk to him about the nature of sacrifice. The next day, the wife is talking about how her stomach is getting smaller, but the councilman doesn’t want to hear any of it and calls the doctor again. And, guys..?! If shit hadn’t jumped the rails before?! The train just starts doing cartwheels from here. 

The doctor is suspiciously short-tempered with the politician this time around and he does examine the wife to confirm that her stomach is indeed shrinking. However, when he’s told that the councilman is the father, he storms out and snaps “I don’t work for coloreds!” 

Then the wife runs out of bed and tells the doctor that the councilman isn’t her husband and that he kidnapped and raped her. So both the wife and the doctor drive off and the councilman realizes that the world has somehow gone back to the era of Jim Crow. 

... Oooh my gosh, typing this is making me want to commit toaster-bath but it gets so much worse..!

So, after the voodoo expert comes to chastise the councilman about not ‘respecting the sacrifices that have been gifted to you’, he is able to see the ghost of Emmett Till (who was a real person, why is this happening..?!) who is there to tell him that he’s decided that he wants to live. Which means that the world will never see the brutal images of his body at his funeral and that will cause a Butterfly Effect in history that will make it so that the Civil Rights Movement never happened. 

You may be questioning the logistics of this, but don’t worry! The ghosts of the girls killed in the 1963 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing in Birmingham come to explain and further berate the councilman about ‘respecting the sacrifices that have been gifted to him’ and working for a racist politician. 

But wait! There’s more! *whines* I keep crying out to God but he won’t answer...

They’re soon joined by the ghosts of the three Freedom Riders who were killed during the Mississippi Burning Murders, the ghost of Civil Rights Activist Medgar Evers, and DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. 

Not to mention several other unnamed figures who walk up while everyone else starts chanting about ‘respecting the sacrifices that have been gifted to you’, who look like Rosa Parks and Frederick Douglass, just to name a few. 

... I need a drink. I need a cold, stiff drink. ... Almost done. 

So, in comes the Klan. You know, the white-robed bastards; I hear they have an outreach center a few cities away from me. Sure, fine, whatever. The wife is leading them along with the white politician who hits the councilman’s mother in the face with a baton and Emmett Till stops time just as reinforcements show up to tell the councilman that, in order for everything to go back to normal, he has to join the ranks of those who sacrificed. 

“If what you want is worth us dying for, how come its not worth you dying for?!”

And, at first, the councilman disagrees; even being dragged away by Klansmen. However! It’s his wife angrily spitting in his face that makes him realize that this world isn’t the world he wants to live in. So he runs over to Emmett Till to tell him that he will join him... And then he’s beaten to death, becoming a sacrifice to get the world back to normal. And, once it is, his spirit joins Emmett Till’s and walks off into the great beyond. 

So! Not only did this schlocky, B-movie horror movie sequel decide to use a REAL LIFE VICTIM of racism-driven brutality as a story-device, but it also wants to put forth the message that the people who lost their lives during the Civil Rights Movement? Yeah, they HAD to die! Otherwise the Civil Rights Movement would never have happened~!

You see why I hate the sequel to Tales from the Hood so much? Not even mentioning the terrible framing segments of a racial-profiling robot being told these stories so it knows what ‘criminals’ to go after, but this movie is just a temple of ‘WHY?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?!?!’

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Tomorrow Should Have Died

So i was planning on reviewing The Tomorrow War because it’s a new film and i like new films i can watch without having to brave the plague. I saw a preview for this thing a while back and had real low expectations for it, figured it’d be dumb fun like Independence Day. Imagine my abject horror when it turned out to be so much worse. Okay, first things first, the good stuff. Chris Pratt is good and so is J.K. Simmons. Betty Gilpin and Yvonne Strahovski work miracles with what little they have. The sound design is exceptional, probably the best thing about this sh*t flick, and the actual effects are on point. The problem with the movie is the script. It’s f*cking terrible. Oh my god, so much dumb! Here’s a list of sh*t that made me irrationally angry, in order of plot progression.

Eleven minutes in and i hate it. How are you losing a war to anything if you have mastered the ability to traverse space-time? How the f*ck is your technology so advanced, that you have found a way to exceed the light speed limit and literally break physics, but lose to a bunch of rabid, interstellar, komodo dragons? This is the dumbest f*cking contradiction I have seen all year and i am offended that whoever decided to make this film, is asking this of their audience. Sh*t is patently absurd. These f*cking things don't even have written language, man, and you really expect me to believe they have pushed a human race that has harnessed the power of time, to the brink of extinction?

Eleven minutes, bro. Eleven f*cking minutes.

Seriously, you can create a time machine, you should conceivably have the ability to harness gravity or one of the other fundamental interactions. Why the f*ck haven't you designed a miniaturized rail gun that uses modern tech or materials to build? You have worked out the science in the future, go back to the past and build miniature or handheld doomsday devices for use in the field. Why isn’t everyone running around with f*cking Megatron fusion cannons on their arms? Why the f*ck am i fighting aliens with ARs and Glocks?? The fact that there is an active time machine built from tech on hand from thirty years into the future, means cats could have spent their time building actual weapons to kill these f*cking things instead of betting the literal human race on a time displaced draft. This movie is dumb as rocks.

The way they describe how their time travel works is dumb. I mean, it isn’t, but i can guarantee this sh*t is going to be a problem later. I can feel it in my bones. They are definitely going to contradict this sh*t because multiverse theory is the only way to make movie time travel work and they are trying their damnedest to not do that.

This f*cking thing is over two hours long and the first drags. I hate when cats attempt to develop characters and they just fail at it. I'm sitting here trying to figure out why I should care about any of these people and i still don't have an answer after half the goddamn movie is over. Like, why should i care about Chris Pratt? He’s the main character and the writing has done nothing to endear him to the audience in a whole ass hour.

Also, the reason he’s so mad at his dad is stupid. Dude did right by his kid by bailing because he would have been a terrible father. Pratt’s character would have known that as a father himself. He didn’t have to like it and, of course there’s animosity there, but you’re an adult. Your dad knew he was lousy. He did you a favor by walking out. It wasn’t like he didn’t help support you or make sure you went without. As far as i can tell, dude was there in every way by physically. Because he couldn’t. Because he was f*cking shell-shocked from fighting in Vietnam. Where they raped innocent women and set babies on fire. Holy sh*t, this cat is an unlikable protagonist after this one scene. Which brings me to my next thing...

Pratt f*cking abandons his family?? Word? After that entire scene with his dad and the very obvious trauma he has suffered, he turns around and abandons his own kid because he lost his job?? Word? Like, for real? You expect me to believe that the Chris Pratt who cussed out his pops, was willing to go on the run from his future conscription, abandoned his own family because he lost a teaching job?? What the f*ck, movie? Do you want me to like this asshole or not? More than that, how the f*ck you mess up your character so bad in what i imagine is just five pages of actual script? Nothing we know about this character would ever even hint at him doing this to his family, to his daughter, so why the f*ck would he? Why the f*ck would you, as a write, believe we, as the audience, would just accept that sh*t as a forgone conclusion?

You got ropes on a Queen and you don't kill it? How the f*ck you make it that deep into the hive to even do-si-do the b*tch to the surface? We just watched these things tear through Miami to the point that they needed a whole ass bombardment just to survive and you not only go into their hive, their home, with no heavy ammo, but you somehow lasso a queen and drag her to the surface. Alive. If you can do all of that why not just drop a nuke down there and blow them the f*ck up? Why do you need a live Queen for your science? Shoot the b*tch, take the juice of her corpse, and end this sh*t! Why is all of this stupid recklessness necessary??

Okay. Okay... F*ck everything i just said, right? Why the f*k did you bring this Queen b*tch back to your base? You don’t have a different offsite lab to do this sh*t? You gotta bring her to your stronghold? Isn’t this a military operation? Why aren't their security protocols and sh*t in place to stop this stupidity? You don’t bring the enemy home. You take them to black sites for sh*t like this, not to the goddamn Pentagon!

All of a sudden, the aliens understand science? We spent this entire movie establishing that they are mindless beasts with teeth, eating the human race into extinction but now, because the plot demands it, the Queen one understands what the people are doing? That the green sh*t they made is plague that can murder them all? How the f*ck she even know what science is? They don’t even have language, dude! How the hell she know they made a death plague for her people?! F*ck it, whatever, bro. Next you're going to tell me she let them capture her just to get inside the lab or some sh*t because these rabid f*cking animals, who have demonstrated no military command abilities or even the barest of higher cognitive functions, are tactical geniuses.

Okay, so the Queen b*tch is a tactical genius. So, in the initial future drop, the team was murdered by a bunch of these things because they were sent to a lab where they were trying to make the death plague. Now, hat i am about to say is all assumption on my part because none of this, and i men NONE of it, is ever confirmed by the movie. So, they get to the lab and everyone is dead but the green per-plague is still there. That mean they had a Queen there. It’s established after this that Queens can call for backup and the Males will lemming their way to her. I deduce that’s how this lab got overrun; Queen got loose, called for her boys, and they ate everyone. That happened. That was the first thing we see in the future. This b*tch does the same f*cking thing on the home base lab so now the males are overrunning The Pentagon. You motherf*ckers knew this was a thing because it literally already happens. Why the f*ck would you do it again? AND it gets worse... Home base, The Pentagon, is the f*cking rig where they house the goddamn time machine! You brought a hostile enemy leader, still alive and coherent, to the heart of your resistance operation, to the core of your time travel operation, knowing that at any time this b*tch can scream and have your whole ass base overrun with teeth and poison darts? Look, if the future is this stupid, they deserve to die, okay?

At least they commit to multiverse theory, even if it contradicts the entirety of their already established time travel rules.

Okay. Okay... So they create this toxin to kill all the monster things and send it back in time to be mass produced  Put that sh*t in bullets and send it back to the future or whatever. But, because of the aforementioned stupid, that plan is bunk. Time machine go kablooey. And now we are at the "all is lost" moment at the end of the second act." Solution to the problem in hand, no way to save the future because the only way back to the future was a casualty of idiocy. Right. So... just wait. F*cking just wait. You know when these assholes show up, you know how to kill them all, you even have a plague ready to be mass produced right now. You have thirty f*cking years to refine that formula, to make it cheaper to mass produced and develop variants just in case immunities start to crop up or something. There are people from the future, stuck in the past, because of the egregious future error. They have all of that intel and they are just alive. The second this dude got back to the past with that antidote, the future was saved. The war is over. Like, even if you don’t know where the ship is, you have a sure thing that will murder these white f*cks and three decades to produce, weaponize, and store that sh*t. The war is won. The Prime timeline is absolutely safe at this point. Because that's how time travel works. You have the nuclear option, right now, to averting the end of the human race, ready to be mass produced. Yo have the knowledge from the future on where these things will first appear. You still have all the future tech brought over from the beta timeline ripe for reverse engineering in order to improve the weapons of the present. There is no scenarios where we lose this war, the second Chris Pratt plops back into the present with that plague. None.

Why is everyone so dejected?? Why are there f*cking riots all over the world?? None of this makes sense. How can you assume the world ends and the war is lost just because the communication with that version of the past is cut? Wouldn’t you expect that sh*t? You just altered the entire timeline by sending Pratt back with the antidote. That future is effectively gone. How can you communicate with a place in space-time that doesn’t exist anymore? Hell, even if it’s because the time machine broke and everyone over there is dead, you have the f*cking antidote now! Multiverse theory, bud. The fact that those time displaced assholes didn’t disappear, means multiverse theory is real and you have the opportunity to Future Trunks this sh*t so why panic? Why are there no leaders n television assuring their people that this is a thing? Why are there no scientists publishing papers about how sh*t is going to be fine? Bro, I'm just so tired...

How these cats just fly into Russia on a big ass cargo plane and not get shot down? This is 2022. Putin still hates us. This sh*t would cause a World War.

So you find this ship and you don’t tell anyone where it is? You decide to just kill them all yourself? Motherf*cker, what happens if you die? Did you back up the enzyme formula somewhere or did you bring all of it with you on this stupid f*cking mission? Did you leave notes or even text your location to anyone in authority, just in case haphazard attempt goes sideways so someone else can make a more organized attempt? Or just drop a nuke on the site from orbit? If one asshole denied you funding for your mission, why didn’t you ask someone else? Why didn’t you ask f*cking Putin? Because governments are bloated down with bureaucracy? My dude, people from the future came back and interrupted the world cup to tell you that aliens are going to exterminate the human race in three decades. If you tell anyone in a position of power that you know where these little sh*ts are, they’re going to listen. Especially since everyone decided to riot because the future changed/we lost the time war/ the timeline imploded.

Why would a terrestrial saw work on an intergalactic star ship? That doesn't make any sense. This f*cking thing survived a crash landing into earth intact and a goddamn circular saw cuts it open? Fine, whatever. On to the next stupid thing.

Bro. Bro, they just blow the f*cking thing up. Motherf*cker spent the entire movie, time jumping form the past to to the future and back to the past, just to get this plague to kill them all, and a bunch of C4 just blows them all up while they sleep. Why the f*ck was everything even f*cking necessary? At this point, when the dude comes back with that claw the first time, the future is saved. Analysis on that one claw gave up the location of the hidden spaceship where these things had been in stasis for millennia. Which was blown up with C4. No plague needed. No goddamn time draft needed. No casualties needed after that first wave. The second that dude brought back that claw, it should have been  under a forensic microscope so actual f*cking scientists could figure out what a high school kid id in a matter of minutes. I hate this movie so goddamn much.

I hated this goddamn movie so much. It’s f*cking boring and the dumbest thing I've seen all year and i watched Army of the Dead. It’s pretty and the performances are decent, but there is absolutely no substance to any of this sh*t. It wants to be Independence Day and Edge of Tomorrow and The Great Wall. all in one, while infusing time travel family drama but it’s so f*cking confused trying to juggle all of that, it drops the ball on the most important part; The script. This thing must read like a fever dream induced by peyote because, in execution, it’s a wet fart. This f*cking thing is all over the place with no regard for any insular universe logic. It contradicts itself from one scene to the next and it’s goddamn offensive. I’m sure there is someone saying that i am overthinking this sh*t and that it’s just supposed to be dumb popcorn fun. I get that. However, i can’t just turn my f*cking brain off and mindlessly drool over sh*t that insults my intelligence the way this movie does. It’s dumb as f*cking rocks, man, and i want those two hours of my life back!

#The Tomorrow War #Some ol' bullsh*t

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anime featuring adult women

there are a lot of great female characters in anime, but sometimes it feels like they’re all supporting characters in shows about men or they haven’t graduated high school yet. I wanted to compile a list of some anime with adult women front and center

kidou keisatsu patlabor on tv:

in the sci-fi future as imagined in 1988, human-piloted robots called labors are used regularly by all kinds of people, including criminals. to combat labor crime, the police develop a special unit of patrol labors—patlabor. instead of following the prestigious division one, we follow a cast of quirky characters in second-string division two, as they solve cases ranging from mundane to dangerous to paranormal

izumi noa, and why I love her:

she’s incredibly strong-willed and stubborn. she’ll stand up to anyone. she’s obsessed with labors, not just piloting them herself but repairing them and learning about new developments in the field. even though division two is primarily men and there is the “men at work” vibe of so much military and police fiction, noa fits in easily with the guys and no one excludes her. the few times people do question her skills bc of her gender, they’re immediately shut down

other women in the cast:

nagumo shinobu, the captain of division one. we never actually see her or her unit at work, but they have a great reputation. I just love her bc she’s very funny always shutting down the captain of division two and I like that in-universe there are women in leadership roles like this

kanuka clancy, a visiting cop from new york. her relationship with noa is very strong, definitely shippable. she’s adept with a gun, a sword, and a giant robot. she’s the serious member of the team who yells at the others for being dumb but there are still times where she goes completely off the rails and ignores the law to do what she knows is right

wotakoi: love is hard for otaku:

momose narumi is an office worker and a fujoshi. she wants to keep the fujoshi part a secret this time around because things went south for her at her last job once people found out she was an otaku, but it turns out several of her new coworkers are fellow nerds. most importantly, her game-loving childhood friend hirotaka works at the same company, and the two of them reconnect as friends… and soon more than friends. it’s a romance drama involving only nerds

momose narumi, and why I love her:

she’s a lot like your standard high school girl protagonist who runs out of the house because she’s late for school, but this time she’s late for work. she’s really funny and straightforward, except she thinks she has to hide that side of her at her job. she and hirotaka have a great childhood friends to lovers relationship. she’s kind of rude to him but he adores her (though he’s kind of bad at showing it). I love a cheerful girl/serious guy romance that’s done well and I think this one really is

other women in the cast:

koyanagi hanako, narumi’s new coworker who’s a fellow fujoshi. she’s also a cosplayer, specifically a crossplayer who specializes in cosplaying as handsome guys. she and narumi only met each other under their fandom nicknames before, but they were big fans of each other and hit it off instantly when they meet at work. they’re cute friends even if they always argue about who tops in their ships

psycho-pass:

in a futuristic society, people’s mental health is constantly measured by “psycho-pass” readings which track their emotional state and judge the likelihood that they will commit a crime. naive rookie cop tsunemori akane leads a team of enforcers, people who are considered “latent criminals” too dangerous to live in normal society but who are still useful to the police. akane develops a close relationship with enforcer kougami shinya in particular, but kougami has his own intense relationship with the elusive criminal makishima shogo. as the team of detectives investigate him, they uncover secrets about the system they never wanted to learn and their fates become entwined with makishima’s

psycho-pass is written by urobuchi gen (madoka magica, fate/zero) and if you’re familiar with him you know what to expect. the show is pretty grim and gory. content warnings for rape, violence, gore, body horror, police violence, the predatory lesbian trope, forced institutionalization, and probably a lot of other things I can’t remember. not a light watch, is what I’m saying

tsunemori akane, and why I love her:

she’s incredibly principled. she sticks to what she believes is right despite immense pressure. it’s precisely because she’s naive and doesn’t understand the system that she is able to fight against it. she grows a huge amount over the course of the series but she never loses her compassion or her sense of right and wrong. she’s pretty badass too

other women in the cast:

karanomori shion, a lab analyst at the public safety bureau. she’s your typical sexy and flirtatious anime character but I think her position within the setting is interesting. although she’s categorized as a “latent criminal” unfit for society, she seems to be valued more than the enforcers. she’s also bisexual and dating a woman, though she plays into the “bisexuals can’t settle down” trope a little. she is not actually the best character or peak representation but I’m pretty attached to her and a certain type of woman will be too

kunizuka yayoi, a lesbian former musician and the only female enforcer. she’s shion’s girlfriend. there is a predatory lesbian character in this series, but it’s not kunizuka. I think her being a lesbian is handled pretty well. she has romantic and sexual relationships with women that are important to her, but she doesn’t hate men or flirt with every woman she meets (traits I hate to see in lesbian characters written by men). she’s really serious and calm but still cute and I love to see her growing respect for akane over the course of the show

death parade:

two people wake up in a strange bar with no memory of how they got there. a mysterious man with white hair named decim and his assistant, a woman known only as “the black haired woman,” ask them to play a game. the games are both absurd and dangerous, and as the contestants play them dark sides of themselves are revealed. decim’s job is to judge them based on their behavior while playing the games, but the black haired woman’s influence causes him to wonder if he’s doing the right thing

like it says in the title, the anime deals with the topic of death, and death by suicide comes up as well. I don’t remember everyone’s backstories but I think violence and abuse come up several times. there are also mannequins that move around on marionette strings which is kind of freaky

the black haired woman, and why I love her:

it might be wrong to say that she’s the main character when she isn’t introduced until the end of the first episode and her name isn’t revealed for half the show but listen. she’s the emotional core of the show and the person who sets the events in motion. she’s a very emotional person and that’s her strength. her relationship with decim is the classic “woman teaches cold-hearted man to feel” trope but I think it’s an outstanding example bc it centers her emotional experience and the two of them are not explicitly in a romantic relationship. I’ve been trying to avoid spoilers but for her it’s almost unavoidable. I love the way that her story is slowly revealed over the course of the show culminating in an incredible sequence in episode 11. I think her depression is handled so well too. it’s heartbreaking

other women in the cast:

nona, the boss of the arbiters. she’s a schemer who knows a whole lot of things she’s keeping from everyone else. I really like her outfit above all else. baggy pants with suspenders… a great look

mayu, a high school girl who is a contestant in one of the games. she tries to be cutesy but is prone to anger and makes incredible faces. I like that she’s an obsessive fangirl character who’s played for humor but is also shown as being noble and sympathetic

sakura quest:

koharu yoshino is a woman who moved to tokyo to find a job but has no luck. when she finally gets a job offer, it’s to become “queen for a day” of rural manoyama village. upon arriving in manoyama, she learns that she was only hired because they thought she was someone else but they still want her to work there for an entire year. now she lives in a small town and is tasked with both revitalizing the citizens and drawing tourists in, along with the help of four friends. it may not sound funny and heartwarming but it really is. it’s a good story about connecting and reconnecting and also the head of the tourism board wears a chupacabra mask sometimes

the main characters, and why I love them:

koharu yoshino, queen of manoyama. her struggle in the job market is unfortunately relatable to many people today and I love that she wishes she could have a job as a queen. she’s great and she really comes to love the town despite everything

shiori shinomiya, a very sweet manoyama native. she’s almost too nice but it makes it all the funnier when she gets intense

maki midorikawa, an aspiring actor who is famous among manoyama citizens for a small role she played in the past. she’s serious about acting but her family wishes she would get a more stable job. she can be kind of rude but she does love her friends and her town

sanae kouzuki, a web developer who moved to manoyama to escape the intensity of city life and the negative effects it had on her mental health. the problem is she hates rural life and is afraid of bugs but is too proud to admit it on her blog. the only true city girl among the five

ririko oribe, my favorite of the five. she’s shy but loves cryptids and the occult. it’s very easy to read her as autistic and the other characters affirm her interests and behavior. her love of cryptids even helps the town out when Spanish tourists come in search of a local legend. her relationship with her grandma is really good as well, with the two coming to understand and love each other over the course of the show

[ashleyfanfic]

I just needed to say I saw this idk if it’s a dvd extra or what on YouTube about the finale and it literally doesn’t make any sense. Like D&D and people are talking about how great the ending with Bran ruling the 6 kingdoms is because he can’t have children? Funny how that was an issue when it was Dany though!!? And the damn council being so different from what Westeros has had before because the people’s voices will be heard! Like what no? They shut down the idea of small folk mattering?!?

2/3  Also how in any way is it a Stark victory?!? They’re not together? The pack won’t survive because now they’re all lone wolves!!?!? And they didn’t help anyone they argued for Northern Independence despite a Stark sitting on the Throne!!? Why would the other kingdoms accept that?!! Also the North can sustain itself independently?’!? And why the duck is Arya yeeting off to “explore” when the last few seasons were all about her claiming her family “A girl is Arya Stark and she’s going home”?!? (CON 3/3  And Sansa betrayed Jon just to isolate Dany!!? She broke his trust and helped push Dany into “madness”? And if Bran is truly all knowing he saw what would happen and did nothing to stop it? They’re responsible too for what happened on King Landing and it’s just fine? No consequences? And Jon is exiled for doing what they tricked him into doing? Queen slayer/kinslayer/betrayer he will always be and have to live with. Alone on the cold. How is that a win for anyone? The wheel isn’t broken!?

There is a lot in these three asks to break down so let me start by saying that I think, for people like Sophie and maybe even Isaac, but I think less from him because he thought it was a joke, that it was a satisfying win for the Starks. I don’t know that Maisie would say it was a win for the Starks, maybe she would. But the thing is, I think a lot of them have to say they’re happy with the ending, otherwise it feels like years of their lives have been wasted. Think about your job and if you studied for ten years to learn how to do it only for them to come in and tell you that instead of chemical engineering, you’re going to be doing brain surgery every day. Like, that doesn’t make any sense and makes you feel like your life for the last ten years meant nothing if they could do that. So, this may be giving Kit a pass, but what is he supposed to say? “Oh, I hated the ending! It made no sense. Can you believe how they fucked up Daenerys?” Like, this is the show that got him an Emmy nomination and a GG nom. He’s not going to hate on it and to expect him to is ridiculous. 

But as for the characters and what happened...none of it made sense. So, let’s look at people other than Jon and Dany. You have Arya who fought for years to find her place in the world, finally decided that home is where she needed to go and found her place with her sister, then abandoned that to explore more. What? At the least, Arya would have argued harder for Jon to have been allowed to stay in Westeros. Second is Bran. So, I suppose they can now say it was foreshadowing that he said he would never be lord of anything. He was right. If you look at all the stuff he said and did and allowed it happen, it was all leading him to be king. Which means he allowed his sisters to fight with one another and Sansa to almost have Arya killed. He allowed an emotionally compromised Sam to tell Jon about his parentage. He knew that Euron was waiting at Dragonstone. He knew that Missandei would die. He knew that Theon was going to die. He knew that Sansa would betray Jon. He knew that Dany would lose it and destroy King’s Landing. He knew that Tyrion would betray Dany. He knew everything that was going to happen and allowed it to do so all so he could be king. To me, that makes Bran the actual villain of the the series as he allowed all those things to happen and warned no one. I would say that he even manipulated Sansa into some of it because he used the worst night of her life to persuade her that he had the gift of sight. 

Then there’s Sansa. She was going to have her sister killed. She was cold to a woman who brought her armies to the North to save her pathetic ass when she didn’t have to. She tried to emotionally blackmail her brother by saying that his loyalty was misplaced because he loved Jon. She indicated that said brother was weak because of it. She tried to press that the North should be independent for some fucking reason I’ve not fully grasped other than she just wanted it. While everyone else was up above fighting to save her life, she is in crypt still shit talking the queen that put everything on the line to save their lives. She’s incredibly threatened by the power Dany has and does everything she can to subvert her in front of her people and then behind her back. She betrayed her brother after knowing a secret for five minutes, not because it was what was best for the realm, but because she could use it to her advantage. And she never argued that Jon shouldn’t be sent to the Wall. Instead, she still argued for the North to be independent, and made her brother King so she could get what she wanted. Sansa who missed her family was perfectly fine with being alone in Winterfell with her crown. 

Then there’s Jon and Daenerys. I mean, Dany was being gaslighted by Bran and Sansa nearly the entire time she was in the North, if not before that by Bran. Dany had too much power but Jon was her true weakness, or at leas that’s what they wanted us to believe. Dany who lost a child and a husband, who fought for slaves and witnessed atrocities, who was sold to a warlord by her only relation (that she knew of), who suffered rape and pain at the hands of her husband, betrayal by nearly every person she knew. But sure, her weakness is Jon. So, we’re supposed to believe that of all the losses she suffered, the one that turns her hard and cold is the rejection of Jon Snow. And what happened to her? She’s betrayed again by someone she loves, but this time, it cost her her life.

And then there’s Jon Snow. I feel like what they did to Jon is equally as horrible, but everyone seems to bypass it. You have Jon Snow who befriended the Wildlings and learned to open his world view up to beyond what he’s always known. He’s murdered by his brothers for doing what he thought was right. He never wavered in that he thought it was right and that he should have done it. He had a difficult time that other people didn’t see it that way. He rode to take his home back for his sister. He managed to convince people that probably wouldn’t give him the time of day to fight for him. He became King in the North because he was a Stark, yes, but because he fought for his people. That was something he put pride in. So when he meets Dany, she’s someone who seems to have the same moral compass he has and puts the lives of the small folk above her own ambition. It’s one of the things that he respects about her. Remember, he thinks she has a good heart. Even Davos thinks highly of her. They fall in love and it’s really one of the first things Jon does that is for him. But that’s the point, isn’t it? Jon is the self-sacrificing hero. He’s not supposed to be allowed to have things like love of a good woman without having to suffer for it. So, they reveal his parentage for NO OTHER REASON than to keep Daenerys from the throne. That’s it. It’s never brought up after she dies. He’s still called Jon Snow. He’s not considered to be the King. He’s treated as the bastard he was always supposed to be. Only now, he’s worse than that. He betrayed the woman he loved by killing her. He not only became an Oathbreaker, he became a Queenslayer, and a Kinslayer. They made the honorable Jon Snow an Oathbreaker. Wrap your head around that, fam. And what’s his happy ending, as Kit sees it? Going to live North with the Wildlings. Because, yeah, that’s better than getting to be with the woman he loves for the rest of his life with babies. 

The truth is D&D ruined every character and blew holes and sank every ship on their way out. Everyone got done dirty, and yet we fixate on the ones we love he most. I mean, was Gendry only brought back so he could be the rail for Arya to ride? Yes, that still bothers me. I was a Gendrya fan before I was a Jonerys fan. Just...UGH! 

[banditthewriter]

Choose Your Fate - Matt Murdock - 10

I should have gotten this up a few days ago, so thanks for sticking with me. Most votes were placed to have me decide. I decided to do a little of both! 

Thanks so much for coming with me on this ride. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. 

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***** The interior of your building was silent in a way that made you cautious. Officers had searched the entire building plus your apartment because while Fisk and most of his associates were in custody, that did not mean all of them were. And who knows how long the reach of someone like Fisk could be? They had assured you that you'd be safe. As much as you wanted to believe them, you couldn't stop the way that your breath seemed to seize in your chest the moment you saw the damage to your apartment. It wasn't just cosmetic, although there was plenty of that. Windows were shattered. Doors were broken. There was a wall that looked like someone had taken a sledge hammer to it. The cost of it all made your shoulders slump. You had been saving up to go back and finish your degree. Now it seemed more likely that you'd have to pay to fix the apartment back to livable. "I can help you straighten it if you want," a voice said from behind you. You clutched your chest as you whirled around to see Matt in the doorway of your apartment. His face was covered in bruises and cuts and he was holding his arm to his ribs. Without waiting you went to him and cupped his jaw to get a better look at the damage. "Matt," you breathed as you looked him over. Up close the bruises looked worst. "We were so worried about you. And then we saw the videos but we still hadn't heard from you so we even more worried." "Karen and Foggy have already yelled at me," he said with a grin, covering your hand with his. He tilted his head this way and that and you realized he was getting a grasp of how destroyed your place was when he winced. "You can't stay here tonight and I don't think either of us are in a position to clean. Do you want to stay at mine tonight?" You discarded the first three responses which were some form of a joke. Instead you nodded and let him lead you across the hall and into his apartment. The first thing that you noticed was that there weren't any lights on in the apartment. Not exactly, at least. In the living room you saw that there was a bright light filtering in from the windows. "Wow," you said as you crossed over to look out at the billboard. "Some of the light comes in my windows, but not much." "It meant getting a dirt cheap price for this place," he said with a gesture towards the stairs in the other corner. "And it doesn't bother me much. Here," he said as his hand went to a light switch on the wall in the kitchen area. "Wait." You turned and looked out of the window and smiled. "Leave it off. This light is enough for me." After a moment of him not moving, he lowered his hand and then slowly made his way towards the couch. You walked around the sparse living room, darting a look into the bedroom area before you made your way to the stairs. A quick calculation of how the building was laid out told you that the stairs probably were a roof access. "Handy," you said with a tap on the railing before you moved over to the couch with him. "Makes things easier for me." He shifted on the couch a bit and winced, shaking his head when you reached out to touch his arm. "Only hurts if I move a certain way. They aren't broken at least." That he could say that with as much joking as he did made you think that he wasn't too hurt, but the fact that he said it so nonchalantly also made you worry. You knew that Daredevil, and the masked man before that, had been around a while before this whole Fisk fiasco. Had he had these kind of problems before? How often was he injured? Instead of asking, you let your hand brush up over his cheek and cup his cheek once more. "Do you need anything for the pain?" "Just this," he mumbled before he leaned in, his lips meeting yours easily. Part of you had thought that maybe he would lose interest once everything was settled. It had been a small part, the insecure part, but you found yourself happily leaning into the kiss. Carefully so as not to hurt him. You had never been happier to be wrong. ------ "Go fish," Foggy said as he slapped a card down on the table. "Foggy," Karen groaned as she shoved him, laughing as she met your eyes, "we're playing gin." "No, you're playing gin. Fran and I are playing go fish." "I'm playing gin," Fran countered with a roll of her eyes. Then she grinned and put her cards down. "Speaking of." The three of you groaned as she smiled. This woman was swindling you without a doubt, but you didn't mind. You loved seeing her happy and she loved you guys visiting her. The other residents got a kick out of Foggy so he was always welcome. Matt had wanted to come, but had gotten wind of men who drugged and raped college students so he had suited up. It had been the first time you'd seen him in the suit since everything had happened and you had to admit that it made your heart speed up. And by his grin, he knew what it did to you. You met up with Foggy and Karen at Garden Well and told them that Matt probably wouldn't be able to join you. Both of them had looked understanding if disappointed. Fran, ever the nosy neighbor, had quickly stolen the show with telling you all bits and pieces about her neighbors. "Now Jilly Johnson in room 16B has had a gentleman caller to her room three times this week alone," she continued her story from earlier while Karen shuffled the cards. "Is it the same gentleman as last week?" Foggy's weird interest in the lives of the residents never ceased to make you laugh. "I'll do you one better Foggy," Fran said with a conspiratorial grin. "It's Elijah Marks." "Maverick Marks, I should have known." At yours and Karen's confused look, he clarified. "It's what I've started calling Elijah because he's always going around with a new woman. I'm sure he'd shoot for our Fran here if he thought he had a chance." That made you look at Fran in a new light. "Aunt Fran, are you going to get a boyfriend?" "I have my knitting and my shows. What do I need with a boyfriend?" "Touche," Karen said with a wink. Later, after Karen and Foggy had told you and Fran goodnight, you reached over and grabbed her hand to give it a squeeze. "How are classes going dear?" You smiled and got comfortable on the couch next to her. "Midterms are coming up. The professor said I'm doing well so I'm confident that I'll be okay. Once I'm done with these classes, I'll be able to get my degree." Fran squeezed your hand and reached up with her other hand to lightly touch your cheek. "I'm proud of you darling. I'm so glad that everything is working out for you." "Me too," you promised as you leaned against her shoulder a bit. The two of you were quiet and you couldn't help but smile. It had been a long time coming but you were on track to get your degree. The city had issued an apology to you and the other falsely accused people in the whole Fisk mess. And you had been offered your job back at the school. Just until you got your degree at least. From the corner of your eye you saw a smirk start to stretch on Fran's face and you gave her a curious look. "How are things with Matthew?" That pulled a laugh out of you. She hadn't been able to stop rubbing it in that she had been the reason you two had gotten together. "It's good Aunt Fran." She smiled and gave your cheek another pat before she let it rest in her lap. "Of course it is kiddo." ------ Matt was on the couch with his reader, his fingers moving over the changing braille as he read up on one of his briefs. You had abandoned your studies in favor of cooking dinner for the two of you, but your buzzing phone had broken your focus. The number wasn't saved into your phone but the message was signed. You read it twice before you let the screen go dark. Then, unable to help yourself, you unlocked it to read it again. "What is it?" Your attention snapped to where Matt was standing nearby. You hadn't gotten used to the fact that he was a quiet walker and he often snuck up on you. You locked the phone and put it down on the counter before you turned to face him fully. "Message from Lucas," you said as you cast a quick glance at the phone. "I didn't know he was out of jail." "He flipped on Fisk and the others in order to get a lesser charge." He said it like he had kept up with it and you realized that he probably had. Did he do it as Daredevil or as the lawyer who helped put Fisk away? Or, you thought with a smile, did he do it as your boyfriend? "What did the text say?" You sighed and turned back to the food, checking to make sure you hadn't burned anything while you had been talking. "Said he was sorry. That he hadn't meant for it to go that far. Asked if I could ever forgive him." His hands came to rest on your hips and he lowered his chin to rest on your shoulder. You leaned into the embrace while you finished stirring the vegetables and lowering the heat. "Are you going to respond?" You put the spoon down and turned to face Matt, your arms going around his shoulders. His eyes were warm but you could see he looked a little nervous about your answer. The two of you had been together since everything had gone down six months before, but it warmed you to know that he was apprehensive about if you could forgive the guy you used to sleep with casually. "I think he'll get the message if I don't say anything," you said with a smile and a shrug. "I don't hate him, I don't want him dead or anything. I just don't want anything to do with him." There were so many moving parts to what had happened, but you knew that it wouldn't have gone the way it had if Lucas hadn't intervened and given your name to Fisk's people as a scapegoat. It was that act which drew Peter Limus to your apartment and caused you to be put in harm's way. You didn't owe Lucas anything. ------ You had fallen into bed in exhaustion right as you had gotten home. Meredith had dragged you to the gym after work and you could barely move after all of the physical activity. She had been laughing but you knew that she was going to feel the same as you in the morning. Matt had told you that he was going out so you didn't bother stopping in to see him. It had taken you a while to get used to the fact that he would go out and put himself in danger every night, but you would never ask him to do something that was untrue to himself. He had told you that he needed to be both Matt Murdock and Daredevil. You would never ask him to choose between them. A noise in your living room made you sit up in terror. It had been a year since the whole thing, but you still worried that Fisk would send someone after you. Matt had promised that it would never come to that, but the memory of your apartment being destroyed made you freeze any time you heard a noise at night. The noise came again and you quickly rolled out of bed and onto the floor as quietly as you could manage. Karen had pushed for you to get a gun, but you had settled for a baseball bat and some pepper spray. Both had been gifted to you by Foggy. They were also both in the living room. This time when you heard the noise, you realized what it was. Quickly, you stood up and opened your bedroom door to see Matt shrugging out of his suit. "You knew I was crawling around on the floor," you accused as you made your way over to him, flicking on the lamp so that you could see any injuries he may have. "You knew that I was on the floor and you... is that a bullet wound?" He shook his head as he removed whatever he had been using as gauze. The two of you worked on cleaning the would on his shoulder, checking the one on his ribs before deciding it was mostly on the surface. "Sharp, rusted pipe," he corrected as you taped some clean gauze over the wound. "Good thing I'm up to date on my shots." "Very funny Matt." You carried the dirty—bloody—rags to your trashbag. You'd need to pick up more of the gloves that you had gotten when you first realized that sometimes you had to help Matt get fixed up. He had told you once that he had a nurse friend he could go to, but something about the way he had said friend made you think that he meant ex and you were big enough to admit that you weren't okay with that. If it was a matter of life or death, sure. Cosmetic fixes? You could handle those. "Not going to tell me that this is dangerous?" You looked over at Matt on your couch and frowned. His hands were fisted on his legs and you could see that he was holding himself rigid. "I think you've been doing this long enough to know that it's dangerous Matt," you said with a shrug, walking into your bathroom to wash your hands. "And you're not going to ask me to stop?" That made you pause. Where was this coming from? You made your way back to where he was sitting and slowly moved to kneel in front of him. First you covered his hands and then you gripped them in your own. "Matt, I hate that you get hurt sometimes. I hate seeing the bruises and the cuts and knowing that you put yourself in danger. But I know that it's part of who you are and I would never ask you to stop being yourself. I want you safe and with me for a very long time because I love you, but I'm never going to make you do something you don't want to do." He smiled and urged you forward with a hand on the back of your neck, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you so much," he whispered against your lips before he rested his forehead against yours. "Daredevil is part of who I am, but being with you makes me want to be Matt Murdock more. It makes being Matt just as fulfilling as being Daredevil." It took some maneuvering to not tear his injuries, but you ended up spooned together on the couch and trading gentle touches. This man meant so much to you and you couldn't imagine not having him in your life. You felt him sigh as he started to drift off to sleep. Before he did, he made a slight humming noise in the back of his throat. "Do you know what today is?" You smiled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "One year ago today, Fran introduced me to her neighbor. I thought he was ridiculously attractive but that nothing would come from it." His hand covered yours and gave it a squeeze. "We should go see Fran today. I think it's time we officially thank her." With a laugh and a quick agreement, you rested your head on the couch and closed your eyes. Any plans for the day could wait. For now you were happy to just be wrapped up with him.

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[kaqeyamas]

I’M NOT A FOOL;

[ CAMILA MENDES, FEMALE, SHE/HER] — If you’re strolling Derry today, you might see [ SAWYER DEMPSEY ] along the way! The [ TWENTY FOUR ] year old can usually be found at [ THE HOMELESS SHELTER  ], when they aren’t busy with [ DOING DRUGS or MAKING MONEY FROM STRANGE MEN ]. I hear they seem to be [ INTELLIGENT and PLAYFUL ], but they are also rumored to be [ SECRETIVE and PARANOID ]. — [ OOC: SUMMERLEA, 24, EST, SHE/HER ]

(trigger warning: prostitution, drug abuse, rape)

I JUST LOVE THAT YOU’RE DEAD INSIDE.

— sawyer grew up in a small town in pennsylvania, under the name of vivien whitewater, where she spent most of her time with her older twins sisters, wren and sien, and their older brother. the four were raised in a wealthy household, but it wasn’t until they were older that they understood what their father did for a living.

— their mother filed for divorce when sawyer was about twelve years old, and that’s when things began to get really bad. their dad moved sawyer out of derry, leaving wren and sien with their mother, while sawyer and her oldest sister remained with their father, who became somebody she didn’t quite know any more, angrier and drinking more often. her sister, grace, began to change as well. she seemed to be sad, and fragile, and no matter how hard vivien tried, she wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. 

— on her thirteenth birthday, vivien’s father told her she was going to start contributing to their family, something she was eager about. she didn’t quite know what it was she was doing, when her father would send her to school with a small package, trading it to the same children at the bus stops after classes for large wads of cash. it took a while to realize she was selling drugs. 

— when she figured it out, she knew better than to argue. she’d seen what had happened to grace, who had been smacked across the face at the dinner table upon that conversation once before, and decided she didn’t want to meet the same anger from her father. instead, she befriended the kids that bought from her, and as time passed, started smoking pot and snorting lines of coke in her free time. 

— she didn’t see anything wrong with her life, or the things she was doing, until she was seventeen. grace had moved out of the house, and without his eldest daughter there to bring in the big bucks, vivien had to fill her spot. she had believed that she’d just be selling a new product to some of “daddy’s friends” when he dropped her off at one of the houses down the street, until the stranger began to undress. she went home that night in pain, hiding her tears from her father as she hurried to her bathroom, trying to scrub away every trace of the man on her skin. 

— her drug use only grew worse after that, and each time seemed worse than the last. but she feared her father more than the men she spent the evenings with, and her dad always left her a decent chunk of money as a thank you for her hard work. 

— the day she graduated from high school, everything changed. she was dressed in her cap and gown, when a familiar voice pulled her into one of the deserted classrooms of the school. grace stood there, well aware of what vivien was going through, and handing her a packed bag filled with clothes, food, and enough money to take her where ever she chose to go, advising her to come up with a new name, get a fake id, and find a town far, far away. vivien didn’t even walk the stage to get her diploma that day. instead, she shed her cap and gown and hurried towards the airport, certain to pay in cash. she bought a ticket for the next flight, and spent the entire ride to rhode island thinking of a new name. by the time she landed, she was sawyer dempsey. 

— the first few days were as scary as she anticipated, eighteen and on her own for the first time in her entire life. she was free, finally. she slept in the homeless shelter most days, finding odd jobs in town to make some extra money, having spent most of her’s on the plane ticket to get there. 

— over time, she found herself in an old bar in town, throwing back shots to forget the life she’d left behind, when an older man began to buy her drinks. he was nice enough, and she didn’t think twice about saving money, until he propositioned her for a quick ride in his truck, offering her seventy-five bucks for her time. on her last dollar, she accepted, hating herself for it. realizing she could make a decent amount of cash if she did this a few times a night, two or three days a week, she was soon able to buy herself a van, which she called her home and drove towards maine, where she knew she could find wren and sien.

— she was twenty three by the time she found herself in derry, maine settling into the same kind of life she’d created in rhode island, except this time, she was going to do better. she kept a nice wardrobe of clean, expensive clothes in her van, and made certain to take care of her appearance, living her life during the day as anyone else in town did, only to make her money in the evenings and curl up in her van come time for bed. 

— now twenty four, she has her routine almost down to a science, making enough money to keep up her charade as well as feed her addictions. despite her bad choices and off-the-rails lifestyle, sawyer is a curious soul. she’d sad, at the root of things, but she carried herself with a smile, and makes friends easily, though she trusts very few. she’s searching for the kindness she knew with her sister, and has a tendency to show her own in the only ways she knows; sex. 

— she loves all things spooky, and is girly as can be. she’s a good friend to have around if you like to explore or get dirty, easily found in the arcade or mall just as often as exploring the woods and adventuring the barrens. she’d never admit it, but she’s desperately searching for something to fill the void her sister left behind, whether it be in a friend or somebody to take care of her. 

* since the writing of this biography, sawyer has settled down a little in life. she has found herself a decent boyfriend who she feels very safe and comfortable with, and has opened up to him about her past. the two live together, and she has stopped selling her body for money, as well as kicked her reliance on drugs.

YOU’RE JUST LIFELESS TOO.

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#derryintro #this is SO MUCH #im so sorry

[ill-skillsgard]

Phoenix Rising, Part 2 - Valter Skarsgård

Title: Phoenix Rising

Description: The struggle for domination is paved with deceit and destructive lust as two enemies battle it out for control night after night.

Warning: 18+ swearing/mentions of rape/violence/femdom/DDLG leanings

Part 1

Monday came quickly and I had occupied my weekend with going out with friends and having late night drinks. I had been playing far too many video games and figured it was best for me to take a break and try to be social in preparation for my new job. I made the trip out to the next town over and joined a group of high school friends for trivia in a well-known bar in the heart of downtown. It was nice to see all the people I had grown up with but as I sat in a booth trying to think of the answer to some oddly obscure trivia question I thought to myself that I would be having so much more fun if I had just picked up a bottle of wine for myself and spent the night on my couch in front of my console. Shaking my head, I tried to dismiss the unknown fact that I was becoming an addict when it came to gaming. I thought about playing Agents of Carnage all night and one of my girlfriends noticed that I had been uncharacteristically quiet. "You feeling all right, Nix?" She asked. I shook out of my reverie and smiled at her before taking a long overdue sip of my Tom Collins. "Yeah, I'm okay." "You seem like you're not all here." "I know. I'm nervous about starting my new job tomorrow." "Why? You were like made for that job." "I know but I'm just worried. I haven't had a retail job in a long time and it's a weird environment. It's practically all guys there." "That might be fun though. All guys, huh?" She elbowed me playfully. "All guys that still live in their parents' basements," I giggled. I felt the haze of social fatigue descend on me quickly. All of my friends were downing and ordering more drinks, laughing and reminiscing about good times while I sat there and finished the same drink I had started the night with. Halfway through the second round of trivia was when I decided that I wanted to leave and go home to bed. When I looked around me nobody was paying me any mind so I finished the last sip of my drink, set the glass down on the coaster and excused myself. On my way home I felt bad for leaving without saying goodbye but at the same time it felt like such a relief to get away from all the pressure of socializing. Smirking at my own irony, I realized that I really was starting to become as reclusive as the people I had looked down on. There was a guilty weight attached to my ankles as I walked into my apartment, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes and sat down on my couch with my controller in hand. The little beep that my console made when it turned on was the tiniest reminder that I was becoming less of the social butterfly I once was and more of a sequestered outsider. I didn't want to continue thinking about it and as I logged in and saw a message in my inbox, I forgot all about my guilt by the way my heart skipped a beat.

Come on Pussycat. Play with me. Without bothering to reply, I logged onto Agents of Carnage and just as I had predicted, he was already on and at number 2 on the leaderboard. I smirked as it looked like he had been practicing extra hard for when I finally decided to do a rematch. I was feeling brave and sent him a challenge request and while I waited for his response, I turned on the mic on my headset.

Vscars accepted your challenge! The screen went dark grey and the little loading icon appeared in the corner. I was nervous but ready and when the game started I heard his voice over my headset. "Oh, hello Pussycat," he greeted me in a cheeky tone that already had my blood pumping. "Hello, fucking annoying guy that won't leave me alone," I replied. "Fancy yourself a hard fuck? Because that's what I'm going to do to you all night long." I squeezed my controller harder as I moved around the board, collecting as many guns, knives, grenades, and bullets as I possibly could. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm playing one game. If I beat you, you better shut the fuck up and leave me alone. If you beat me, well then... You still better shut the fuck up." "No promises." The randomly selected board was one of the ones that I absolutely hated. It provided almost no cover save for a turret tower that posed instant death as soon as somebody climbed up onto it. I made it a point to not resort to such cheap methods of winning but I had a feeling that Vscars had no qualms with cherry-picking instant wins like that. "If you go up that tower with a sniper rifle you're a fucking pussy," I said into the soft black cover of my mic. "I was just going to say that to you, pussycat." "Stop calling me that!" I yelled. "Pussycat, pussycat, pussycat!" "You're annoying as fuck," I said, voice low in my throat. Before he could say anything else to me I spotted him turning a corner. If he was anything like me he would be entering the little stone shack and if I aimed well I knew I could throw a grenade through the window and possibly blow him up in one go. The first time I ripped the pin out of a grenade and chucked it, it bounced off the pane of the window and flew back at me but I dodged it, much to his amusement and my frustration. "Don't blow yourself up, now. Come on, number six," he laughed at me. "Fuck," I grumbled. It was too late for me to execute my plan because not only had he caught on to it, I had also given up my position and the sound of bullets firing in my direction forced me to retreat. If it wasn't for the dry air of my apartment, I would have sat there with my tongue poking out in hard concentration. One of his bullets hit me and took out a quarter of my health. I tried not to make a sound but the way he was teasing me made it hard for me to ignore it. "Fuck you, you fucking...-" "Fuck?" He finished for me. "Yeah. Whatever. Why don't you come out from that shack for once? Is this your strategy? Hiding and waiting for me to come by? I know where you are." "Come and get me then." Huffing, I decided that it wouldn't matter much if he killed me anyway. My rank wouldn't change too much if he beat me. So I switched to a shotgun, made sure it was fully loaded and ran towards the entrance of the shack with it cocked and ready to fire as soon as I saw him. "Psych, wasn't there. Right behind you!" He yelled, making me wince as his voice pounded through my headset and into my ears. "Boom. You're dead."

You Lose!

"Fuck off. I hate this board," I said through clenched teeth. "I knew it was just luck." "No, it wasn't! You're just a pussy that posts up and ambushes people!" "All right well, let's play again. Challenge me!" "No. You challenge me!" "See? You are scared. But that's fine, I'll challenge you only because I'm not afraid I'm going to lose any points!" He laughed hard enough into his mic that it fed back and hurt my ears. "I'm going to ram my dick so far up your little cun-" Then everything in my apartment went black. The TV turned off, the lights turned off and even the fixtures in the hallway were seemingly dead until the backup generator for the building kicked in. I looked around blindly for a moment, the controller still in my grip before I set it down to root around for my cell phone. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, turning on the flashlight application on my phone so I could see better. Trying to avoid stubbing my toes off of all my furniture, I made my way to the balcony and slid open the door. I lived on the fourteenth floor of a high-rise apartment building and the power had seemingly gone out everywhere. I could hear people mumbling on their balconies above and below me about how it looked like everyone's power had gone out. I leaned up against the guardrail and stared down at the ground below. I didn't much care for heights so every time I took a peek over the railing I felt my stomach twist in a knot. "Shit..." The time on my phone said 11:32 PM so I decided instead of staying up and fretting about when the power would come back on, I would go to sleep and deal with the aftermath in the morning when I woke up to get ready to start my new job.

~*~

I got the jitters when I entered the store and made my way through an aisle stacked with cases upon cases of old school video games. In the back of the store, I could hear some voices chattering and laughing and then all went silent when the people who had been talking spotted me. The guy who had interviewed me was standing there with two others. One guy, I had never seen before and the other was the blond that I had spotted as I was leaving my interview a couple of days ago. They all stared at me and I felt like shriveling into myself and blowing away. "Hey, you're Nix?" The unfamiliar man asked me, extending his hand for a shake. "Yeah, that's me," I said matter-of-factly as I shook his hand. "I'm Riley and you already met Kyle. I'm the manager so you guys will be training with me." I looked at the blond that stood taller than all of us and he looked at me. Riley then realized that he and I didn't know each other at all and broke the silence that was falling quickly and heavily over us. "Nix, this is is Valter. Valter, Nix. We usually never have two people starting at the same time so you guys can be little buddies or whatever." "Cool," Valter said, giving me a casual nod and a smile. I offered a small simper but didn't say much else as we were taken through the whole store and shown where our lockers were, where to take breaks and all of the other ins and outs of the store. It was a small building and we shared a parking lot with a convenience store, a head shop and a hair salon. Besides the aisles of video games and collectibles, there wasn't too much else to the store beside the back rooms and Riley's office where I had been interviewed. The locker room doubled as a break room where we could sit and eat lunch if we chose and once all three of us were in there I noticed how tiny of a room it was. Valter towered over me in close proximity as Riley showed us which lockers were ours. "So you guys can use these to put whatever inside. Yours will be side-by-side. All I ask is that you don't bring anything illegal in here and you keep them clean. No leaving food to rot like some people have in the past." "Ah, that sucks. I was definitely going to bring my rotten tuna sandwiches to work," Valter joked. I didn't quite laugh at his joke as Riley did. I just simply stared up at him. He definitely wasn't from the city. He had a notable accent in his voice that was hard for me to place. I wanted to ask him where he was from but I didn't want to interrupt Riley or appear as though my mind was anywhere besides present. I was curious though and hoped it would come up in conversation so that I didn't have to ask him myself. There was something about Valter that made me wary. He had an innocent enough looking face but his height combined with the mystery behind his accent made me think extra hard about him and when I thought extra hard about somebody I knew that a new habit was taking form. I shook my head but found myself watching him again after a minute had gone by. I wanted to hear him speak again so I could try to determine where exactly he was from. "So. That's the basic run around of the store. Now I assume both of you already have a fair knowledge of the products we carry, right?" "Yes," I answered. "Good. Now it's pop-quiz time! Don't worry though, it's nothing major. I just want to see how well you guys know your video games. Now... What came first, Sega Saturn or Sega Master system?" "Sega Saturn!" I blurted and then turned red when both Riley and Valter looked at me with startlement. "That's right. What year was the master system released?" "Ah, crap. Um, mid-eighties?" Valter inquired. "Hm," Riley pondered. "I'll give that one to you, Valter. It was nineteen eighty-six. Now you're both tied." "Oh, I didn't know this was a competition," I pointed out. Riley laughed, "it's not but I kind of like where this is going. So... what system was the first Pokemon game released for?" "That's easy, original Gameboy," I scoffed. "Correct! Now... Oh. Hang on one second, there's a customer at the front of the store. You two stay here and uh... Look around. Familiarize yourself with where everything is, all right? I'll be right back." The ringing of the front door did sound, indicating that somebody had walked through the front door. I looked around and took a few steps over to a cabinet that was home to a treasure trove of retro video games that were older than me and still in their original boxes. Gawking at the sheer nostalgic value of them all I drifted away from thoughts of the present and started thinking about going home and playing all of the old games I had in my collection. "You're an old-school gamer?" I turned and saw Valter pretending like he was looking at something fascinating but I knew it couldn't be all that attention-stealing because he was striking up a conversation with me. I shrugged my shoulders first before answering, "I guess so. I have a pretty fair collection. To be honest, I bought most of the games I own from here." "Me too," He replied. "Oh... Cool. You're from around here?" I asked. "Not originally, no," he answered. "I could tell." "What gave it away? My accent, I bet?" He laughed. Mirroring his chuckle, I replied, "it could also be the blond hair and your height but... Definitely the accent. I feel like I've heard it before." He nodded. "Sweden." "Wow," I mused. "Long way from home." "I've lived here a while now." "All right, all right, all right!" Riley gathered our attention. I kind of liked Riley upon our first day training with him. He was a video game geek but not someone that would rub it in your face. There was a pepper of attitude in him lined with humor and he was good at cutting silences and diminishing awkward conversation. By the end of the day, it had seemed like no time had passed at all since he had both Valter and me laughing almost the whole time. I was thankful for that because I found it hard to open up to new people most of the time. Nine o'clock rolled around and after Riley showed us how to properly close up the store he stopped us outside of doors. "So guys. Any questions? I know you're off the clock now but if you need to know anything, feel free to ask now." Valter and I looked at each other and shrugged before I piped up, "I mean, I'm good for now. I'm sure tomorrow I'll have tonnes more questions." "Yeah, dude. Thanks for today," Valter reached out and bumped fists with Riley. "Not a problem guys. Oh! One more thing. Every last Friday of every month we have a gaming party or tournament. After hours, at my place. Every new employee is bound by blood to come." "Funny," Valter laughed. "I don't remember signing anything in blood." "I don't take blood contracts lightly," I added. "Don't worry. We'll extract it from you eventually. So... Next week. Friday night. I know it's pretty new but if you guys don't come I'll take it as a personal slight." "Sure, man. I'll definitely be there. What do you guys play?" Valter asked. "It's different every time. Sometimes Smash Brothers, sometimes Call of Duty. One time we just sat around playing Dungeons and Dragons until three in the morning. You never know. Shit can get a little crazy." Valter smiled, showing teeth and all. "Cool. I'll be there for sure." Riley then looked at me as I fiddled with my car keys in one hand. "And what about you, Madame? Fancy yourself a little D 'n D?" It was too early for me to tell whether I truly wanted to hang out at a strangers house so I thought of the most ambiguous answer I possibly could. "Maybe. If you're playing Smash Bros you can consider your asses already kicked." Valter's eyes went wide and his full lips pulled up into an amused grin. "Feisty! Now I think you have to come." I rolled my eyes at him as I started taking steps backward towards my car. "Gentleman," I bid them farewell. Once I got home I was relieved to find that the power was finally back on and I could make dinner without having to light a dozen candles. I was also thankful that I could sit down after a long day on my feet and play but when I logged on I found a bunch of messages in my inbox. I scoffed before I even opened it and saw they were all from Vscars.

u seriously rage quit? Weak.

Come back, pussycat?

I STG if I see you in the lobby I'm never going to stop challenging you.

RUDE!

Appalled by the messages I had received from him, I decided to at least cover my ass and reply with why I had seemingly quit the game out of nowhere. 

Sorry, my power went out. Let's rematch? It felt strange to be asking him to play with me since he had proven to be the most infantile, annoying opponent I had ever crossed paths with besides the ten-year-old boys that played online. But there was something intriguing about one of the top players on the board wanting to fight me over and over again. It gave me a sense of worth that I knew was just a silly construct in my mind although, it still felt good that somebody that everyone knew about was giving me attention. I logged onto Agents of Carnage and saw that he had been recently active. Before I knew it, I was receiving a challenge notification.

Vscars wants to challenge you! Accept? Deny? Pressing down instantly on the A button, I accepted the challenge and waited eagerly as I watched the Agents of Carnage load screen. As soon as the screen lit back up I was transported into the immersive world that was my newest favourite game. "Oh, hello pussycat. Come to get fucked by me some more?" I adjusted my mic in front of my mouth, squirmed into a more comfortable position on my couch and clutched my controller, readying myself with a grin on my face that nobody could see. "Suck my fucking clit. You're going to die." He laughed heartily into his microphone, "we'll see. Wouldn't want your power to go out again, huh?" "That was a freak of nature," I defended myself. "Doesn't matter to me, you're the one who lost points. You're no longer number six." "Fuck," I whispered even though I knew he could still hear every word that I said. "Not for long, dickhead. Let's dance." He made those insufferable kissing noises at me and as much as I despised them, it enraged me and I knew that I had to do all I could to hold a win over him. I couldn't plummet further down the leaderboard. I had worked so hard to get up to where I was. So I got comfortable and prepared myself for a long night of screaming at my television screen.

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[jordanandjay]

Monster next door.

Request: Can I get a one shot where Bryce and the Reader are best friends (like how he was with Justin). She’s on the tapes too after Bryce’s tape but no one could bring themselves to give them to her. So she listens to the tapes when Clay releases them. Then she gets super angry with Bryce. You can do whatever you feel with that. Thank you(:

A/n: I get that most people don’t like when writers write about Bryce/ Monty. So if you feel uncomfortable by this then go a head and either skip this, unfollow me or block me.🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m not at all supporting the character.

“Words like this is what Hannah is saying on the tape.”

Italics stand for flashbacks.

(B/n) stands for brothers name.

Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Suicide, Violence, & Swearing

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“My life was just like a train, the straight path was bullshit, rumors, and failed friendships. The occasional turns were the brief moments of happiness I felt. Until the railings had to go straight again which resulted in the train wreck at the end. With that being said I welcome you to tape 13. Enter (Y/n) (L/n).

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‘To: Justin F.🤞🏽❤️

Hey Justin. It’s (Y/n)...again. Could you just text me or something? Let me know your okay buddy? I really miss you. Your still my best friend so if you ever need me, I’ll be here. No matter what. Love you Foley.❤️’

You sighed lightly to yourself as you sent the text knowing very well you wouldn’t get an answer, again. Justin had completely disappeared with out so much as saying a goodbye which hurt more than you would’ve thought it would. “Hey sis! I’m ready for school!” Your seven year old brother said snapping you back into reality.

“Bryce isn’t taking you guys to school today?” Your mother asked looking just as confused as your little brother. “No. He had to make a baseball meeting early today so I’m just gonna take us. Ready (B/n)?” You said grabbing your backpack slinging it over your shoulder.

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“Every school has their it girl. You were exactly that, but so much more.You were a friend to everyone, nerds, goths, preps, troubled kids, and me. You were kind. You are a literal ray of light here at a prison like Liberty High. A light that gets dimmed out by the shadows she surrounds herself with. When I first got to Liberty High I wanted a friendship like the one you, Bryce and Justin had. You were all ready to take a bullet for eachother something I couldn’t understand. Maybe that’s how friendships work, how would I know. How could someone so evil be friends with someone so pure like you? I gathered what little courage I had walking all the way to your doorsteps that was next to Bryce’s house. I was determined on letting you know that your best friend was a monster. That there was a monster next door.”

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You walked awkwardly in the hallways not sure of how to exactly react to everyone who was staring at you. Not the usual ‘oh hey it’s (y/n)’ type of stares, these were stares of pity. You walked through the dead silent hallways which definitely made you shiver. You quickly walked to your locker which was next to Bryce’s.

“Hey there kiddo’.. What’s wrong?” Monty said bringing you into a side hug which is how you two usually greeted one another. “People are staring more than often are they not?” You murmured under your breath while Monty left his arm around your shoulder.

“They uh. Must’ve heard about Bryce and Chloe. They’re going through a rough patch right now is all. No need to worry.” Monty said ruffling your hair playfully before dragging you both off to class. “H-Hey slow down you brainless jerk!” You shouted as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

Scott sighed to himself seeing you smiling brightly. He knew if he told you the truth that smile would never be the same ever again. Was knowing the truth really going to break you as bad as he thought it would.

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“Funny thing about courage. I didn’t have any of it while I was alive. I had stood at your doorsteps until the sun went down and it began to rain. I had failed. I turned back ready to go home in defeat when you opened the door. I stared at you not sure of what to say if you asked what I was doing at your house. Instead you invited me inside with that welcoming smile of yours. That’s just the type of person you are (Y/n). You were a friend that I so desperately needed.”

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A ten year old girl sat alone reading a comic book of Iron Man in the corner. Her (E/c) eyes were completely fixated on the superhero who was kicking ass. She didn’t even notice the boy who sat next to her and also began reading. “Woah. Tony Stark’s a badass huh?”

The small girl jumped turning to the blonde haired boy who smiled to the girl. “Don’t scare me like that!” She whispered to the boy who giggled slightly. “Sorry about that I just didn’t want to bother you. I’m more of a Captain America guy myself. Your an Iron Man fan?” He said as she nodded her head. “Yup! Iron Man and Spider-Man!” She said. “Captain America and Thor!”

The two of them must’ve talked for what felt like forever. They both had lost track of time before realizing they had to go home. “I live up the street from here.” He said carrying the stack of comics which belonged to Spider-Man. “I do too! Wanna walk together?” She said carrying the stack of comics which were Thor.

The two walked home side by side still raving about their favorite super heroes. That is until they stopped infront of a white luxurious home. “Well! This is me.” The (H/c) girl said while the boy smiled from ear to ear. “What no way! I’m right next door! I never got your name.” He said excitedly now that he had a friend.

“My names (Y/n) (L/n).”

“My names Bryce Walker.”

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“The entire night I spent laughing with your amazing family. Your father was intimidating turns out he’s a complete dork, just like you are. Your mother was literally an angel of every religion combined into one to be this absolute goddess, like you as well. Your little brother was a kind, gentle boy. He looked up to you and Bryce which made me fear what kind of man he’d become in a couple of years. As I walked through your luxurious household I couldn’t help but notice every picture that hung on the walls. Most of them you were in were with Justin and Bryce. One in particular caught my eye. You were on Bryce’s back getting a piggy back ride both of you with the brightest smiles I’d ever seen either of you wear. I then realized. I couldn’t do it. How could I take away something that important like that from you. He was a monster but he made you happy. Ironic right? We’re both thinking of the same person with one feeling hate while the other feeling love.

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You walked into the cafeteria while all eyes seemed to fall on you yet again. You glanced over to the group that was your friends now seeing Bryce there. You’d felt relived to see he seemed to be doing okay. You walked over taking a seat next to Scott who was silent , and infront of Bryce. “Hey there Bryce. (B/n) missed you this morning.”

“Hey there kiddo’! I missed both you guys this morning. Just come over later and we’ll all hang in the pool house.” Bryce said making Monty groan loudly in annoyance. “Aww man now we have to play baby sitter.” Both you and Bryce looked over to Monty both speaking at the same time. “Fuck you Monty!”

“Well I just wanted to check in before I left. I’m gonna be in the library I got to study. So I’ll see you guys later.” You said gathering your belongings taking Bryce’s Gatorade. “What? You just got here I haven’t seen you all day.” Bryce said as you walked over to give him a proper goodbye. “I already said I’d be going over later today.” You said giving Bryce a hug which he gladly returned.

“Aww man. Why does Bryce get a full on hug and I get side hugs? Saving a special kiss for me?” Monty said while you made your way over to him while he puckered his lips. Bryce narrowed his eyes at Monty in either anger or irritation. “Sure Monty when you learn how to spell toothbrush. See you guys later!” You said hugging Monty around his head before walking off to the library.

Scott never spoke to you which really came as a shock to you. He was always going out of his way to just say hello. Yet he couldn’t even look you in the eyes today.

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“You kindly drove me home, even giving me a jacket saying I needed to stay warm. Small acts like that just go to prove what a kind and gentle person you are (Y/n). I didn’t have the courage to tell you what that your best friend did to me. In a hot tub I’m sure you two grew up playing in. A few yards away from a house you and your warm kind family called home. But, like I said before courage is a funny thing.”

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You were on the floor reading a text book you needed for calculus. Until someone came and sat in front of you sounding like they were running. You rose your head to see Scott looking at you apologetically. “H-Hey Scotty you okay?” You said closing your text book while he took out his phone.

“(Y/n). I need to confess something to you and I just want you to sit there and listen okay?” Scott said making you nod your head softly. “Hannah made tapes explaining why she did what she did. They were released last night which is why everyone was staring at you. You need to listen to them please. Go somewhere and listen to them alone.” Scott said watching your expression fall.

“There was no practice this morning. Bryce called us in to warn us not to tell you but I’m tiered of people looking at me like I’m a pig. So could you please just listen.” Scott said before sending you the audio files. He leaned forward hugging you softly which you returned before getting up and walking away leaving you shocked.

“I had no courage when I was alive to really do anything. Yet thinking of death has given me courage I never knew I had. So with this newly found courage. I, Hannah Baker am warning you (Y/n) (L/n). Bryce Walker is responsible for the rape of two girls. One of them is me the other well.. you’ll just have to ask.”

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“My life was just like a train, the straight path was bullshit, rumors, and failed friendships. The occasional turns were the brief moments of happiness I felt. Clay was one of my brief moment of happiness. You (Y/n) (L/n) were my second brief moment of happiness. You (Y/n) do not belong on this list. But if I’m going to tell my story I need to tell it all. (Y/n) you were one of the two reasons I was considering to not to kill myself in the end. I never got the chance to say it properly, but now’s a good of time as any. So thank you (Y/n). For everything.”

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Everyone was staring at you just like they were earlier that day. These weren’t looks of pity, they were looks of shock. Your eyes were as red from the crying you’d done in the library alone. You could’ve saved Hannah. You let Hannah down. You felt disappointed in yourself. If you hadn’t fell asleep in the pool house with Alex and Montgomery maybe you could’ve stopped Bryce.

“Yo! Kidd..(Y/n)? You good?” Bryce said as you marched towards him with hot tears of anger still falling from your (E/c) eyes. You clenched your hand tightly making a small fist. As soon as you were close enough you pulled your hand all the way back slamming it right in between Bryce’s eyebrows and upper nose.

“Woah! (Y/n)!”

“What the fuck!”

“Stop it!”

The group you once considered your friends said pulling you back. “Let me go rapist!!” You shouted loudly as you began punching all of them. They all backed away in shock of not only being called a rapist but at you swinging at them. “What the fuck (Y/n)?!” Bryce said as he clenched onto his disfigured nose.

Monty wrapped his arms around you hugging onto you tightly restricting your arms under his. “Let me go! Let me go now you stupid BITCH!” You shouted while jumping trying to free yourself. “What’s wrong!” Bryce said placing his hands on either side of your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” A young Bryce asked as you wiped the tears from your (E/c) eyes. “Nothing really Bryce. I just.. I don’t have any friends.” Bryce stared you you while you continued crying like a baby. He got on his knees to sit in front of you wiping away the tears from your face. “Well I’m your friend now right? No need to worry. Well be friends forever. Like Steve and Bucky.” Bryce said offering you a hand up off the ground.

Tears of sadness filled your eyes staring into Bryce’s. You began to question where did that little boy that helped you that day go? Had he died long before Hannah had even gotten to Liberty High. Where did your Bryce Walker go?

You jumped up as high as you could slamming your feet onto Bryce’s face making him shout out in pain. “Fuck you! I want my Bryce! MY BRYCE NOT THIS FUCKING RAPIST!!” You shouted as you continued slamming your feet on his head which was now lowered. Monty turned you towards the lockers which you used as an advantage. You placed your feet on the locker using them to jump, flipping you and Monty over with him landing on the back of his head harshly.

You ran towards Bryce bringing your hands to the back of his head pulling him towards your knee slamming them together repeatedly. “Give me Bryce! My Bryce! My Bryce! My Bryce! My Bryce!” You screamed through a cracked voice as you continued crying.

“Like Steve and Bucky.” Bryce said through a toothy grin still with his hand extended.

People stood back watching your rage take over you. That is until one person came to stop you. The only one other than Bryce who could get you out of this murder like state.

“(Y/n). That’s enough.” You let Bryce drop to the floor when you turned to see your other best friend who disappeared months ago. “Justin?” You asked as you stared at him silently. He offered you a soft smile and open arms. You ran towards him already crying like a child. “I know. Come on (Y/n) were going home.” Justin said as he picked you up off the ground carrying you to your car.

You wrapped your arms around him sobbing loudly while he, Tony and Clay drove to his new home. “Our Bryce is gone.” You whispered before clenching onto Justin tightly. “Yeah. But I’m back and I’m not leaving anytime soon.” Justin said as he stroked the back of your head softly.

Bryce watched painfully with blood falling from his eye, nose, and lip. Your Bryce might’ve been dead but at least you still had your Justin.

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[smokeybrand]

Tomorrow Should Have Died

So i was planning on reviewing The Tomorrow War because it’s a new film and i like new films i can watch without having to brave the plague. I saw a preview for this thing a while back and had real low expectations for it, figured it’d be dumb fun like Independence Day. Imagine my abject horror when it turned out to be so much worse. Okay, first things first, the good stuff. Chris Pratt is good and so is J.K. Simmons. Betty Gilpin and Yvonne Strahovski work miracles with what little they have. The sound design is exceptional, probably the best thing about this sh*t flick, and the actual effects are on point. The problem with the movie is the script. It’s f*cking terrible. Oh my god, so much dumb! Here’s a list of sh*t that made me irrationally angry, in order of plot progression.

Eleven minutes in and i hate it. How are you losing a war to anything if you have mastered the ability to traverse space-time? How the f*ck is your technology so advanced, that you have found a way to exceed the light speed limit and literally break physics, but lose to a bunch of rabid, interstellar, komodo dragons? This is the dumbest f*cking contradiction I have seen all year and i am offended that whoever decided to make this film, is asking this of their audience. Sh*t is patently absurd. These f*cking things don't even have written language, man, and you really expect me to believe they have pushed a human race that has harnessed the power of time, to the brink of extinction?

Eleven minutes, bro. Eleven f*cking minutes.

Seriously, you can create a time machine, you should conceivably have the ability to harness gravity or one of the other fundamental interactions. Why the f*ck haven't you designed a miniaturized rail gun that uses modern tech or materials to build? You have worked out the science in the future, go back to the past and build miniature or handheld doomsday devices for use in the field. Why isn’t everyone running around with f*cking Megatron fusion cannons on their arms? Why the f*ck am i fighting aliens with ARs and Glocks?? The fact that there is an active time machine built from tech on hand from thirty years into the future, means cats could have spent their time building actual weapons to kill these f*cking things instead of betting the literal human race on a time displaced draft. This movie is dumb as rocks.

The way they describe how their time travel works is dumb. I mean, it isn’t, but i can guarantee this sh*t is going to be a problem later. I can feel it in my bones. They are definitely going to contradict this sh*t because multiverse theory is the only way to make movie time travel work and they are trying their damnedest to not do that.

This f*cking thing is over two hours long and the first drags. I hate when cats attempt to develop characters and they just fail at it. I'm sitting here trying to figure out why I should care about any of these people and i still don't have an answer after half the goddamn movie is over. Like, why should i care about Chris Pratt? He’s the main character and the writing has done nothing to endear him to the audience in a whole ass hour.

Also, the reason he’s so mad at his dad is stupid. Dude did right by his kid by bailing because he would have been a terrible father. Pratt’s character would have known that as a father himself. He didn’t have to like it and, of course there’s animosity there, but you’re an adult. Your dad knew he was lousy. He did you a favor by walking out. It wasn’t like he didn’t help support you or make sure you went without. As far as i can tell, dude was there in every way by physically. Because he couldn’t. Because he was f*cking shell-shocked from fighting in Vietnam. Where they raped innocent women and set babies on fire. Holy sh*t, this cat is an unlikable protagonist after this one scene. Which brings me to my next thing...

Pratt f*cking abandons his family?? Word? After that entire scene with his dad and the very obvious trauma he has suffered, he turns around and abandons his own kid because he lost his job?? Word? Like, for real? You expect me to believe that the Chris Pratt who cussed out his pops, was willing to go on the run from his future conscription, abandoned his own family because he lost a teaching job?? What the f*ck, movie? Do you want me to like this asshole or not? More than that, how the f*ck you mess up your character so bad in what i imagine is just five pages of actual script? Nothing we know about this character would ever even hint at him doing this to his family, to his daughter, so why the f*ck would he? Why the f*ck would you, as a write, believe we, as the audience, would just accept that sh*t as a forgone conclusion?

You got ropes on a Queen and you don't kill it? How the f*ck you make it that deep into the hive to even do-si-do the b*tch to the surface? We just watched these things tear through Miami to the point that they needed a whole ass bombardment just to survive and you not only go into their hive, their home, with no heavy ammo, but you somehow lasso a queen and drag her to the surface. Alive. If you can do all of that why not just drop a nuke down there and blow them the f*ck up? Why do you need a live Queen for your science? Shoot the b*tch, take the juice of her corpse, and end this sh*t! Why is all of this stupid recklessness necessary??

Okay. Okay... F*ck everything i just said, right? Why the f*k did you bring this Queen b*tch back to your base? You don’t have a different offsite lab to do this sh*t? You gotta bring her to your stronghold? Isn’t this a military operation? Why aren't their security protocols and sh*t in place to stop this stupidity? You don’t bring the enemy home. You take them to black sites for sh*t like this, not to the goddamn Pentagon!

All of a sudden, the aliens understand science? We spent this entire movie establishing that they are mindless beasts with teeth, eating the human race into extinction but now, because the plot demands it, the Queen one understands what the people are doing? That the green sh*t they made is plague that can murder them all? How the f*ck she even know what science is? They don’t even have language, dude! How the hell she know they made a death plague for her people?! F*ck it, whatever, bro. Next you're going to tell me she let them capture her just to get inside the lab or some sh*t because these rabid f*cking animals, who have demonstrated no military command abilities or even the barest of higher cognitive functions, are tactical geniuses.

Okay, so the Queen b*tch is a tactical genius. So, in the initial future drop, the team was murdered by a bunch of these things because they were sent to a lab where they were trying to make the death plague. Now, hat i am about to say is all assumption on my part because none of this, and i men NONE of it, is ever confirmed by the movie. So, they get to the lab and everyone is dead but the green per-plague is still there. That mean they had a Queen there. It’s established after this that Queens can call for backup and the Males will lemming their way to her. I deduce that’s how this lab got overrun; Queen got loose, called for her boys, and they ate everyone. That happened. That was the first thing we see in the future. This b*tch does the same f*cking thing on the home base lab so now the males are overrunning The Pentagon. You motherf*ckers knew this was a thing because it literally already happens. Why the f*ck would you do it again? AND it gets worse... Home base, The Pentagon, is the f*cking rig where they house the goddamn time machine! You brought a hostile enemy leader, still alive and coherent, to the heart of your resistance operation, to the core of your time travel operation, knowing that at any time this b*tch can scream and have your whole ass base overrun with teeth and poison darts? Look, if the future is this stupid, they deserve to die, okay?

At least they commit to multiverse theory, even if it contradicts the entirety of their already established time travel rules.

Okay. Okay... So they create this toxin to kill all the monster things and send it back in time to be mass produced  Put that sh*t in bullets and send it back to the future or whatever. But, because of the aforementioned stupid, that plan is bunk. Time machine go kablooey. And now we are at the "all is lost" moment at the end of the second act." Solution to the problem in hand, no way to save the future because the only way back to the future was a casualty of idiocy. Right. So... just wait. F*cking just wait. You know when these assholes show up, you know how to kill them all, you even have a plague ready to be mass produced right now. You have thirty f*cking years to refine that formula, to make it cheaper to mass produced and develop variants just in case immunities start to crop up or something. There are people from the future, stuck in the past, because of the egregious future error. They have all of that intel and they are just alive. The second this dude got back to the past with that antidote, the future was saved. The war is over. Like, even if you don’t know where the ship is, you have a sure thing that will murder these white f*cks and three decades to produce, weaponize, and store that sh*t. The war is won. The Prime timeline is absolutely safe at this point. Because that's how time travel works. You have the nuclear option, right now, to averting the end of the human race, ready to be mass produced. Yo have the knowledge from the future on where these things will first appear. You still have all the future tech brought over from the beta timeline ripe for reverse engineering in order to improve the weapons of the present. There is no scenarios where we lose this war, the second Chris Pratt plops back into the present with that plague. None.

Why is everyone so dejected?? Why are there f*cking riots all over the world?? None of this makes sense. How can you assume the world ends and the war is lost just because the communication with that version of the past is cut? Wouldn’t you expect that sh*t? You just altered the entire timeline by sending Pratt back with the antidote. That future is effectively gone. How can you communicate with a place in space-time that doesn’t exist anymore? Hell, even if it’s because the time machine broke and everyone over there is dead, you have the f*cking antidote now! Multiverse theory, bud. The fact that those time displaced assholes didn’t disappear, means multiverse theory is real and you have the opportunity to Future Trunks this sh*t so why panic? Why are there no leaders n television assuring their people that this is a thing? Why are there no scientists publishing papers about how sh*t is going to be fine? Bro, I'm just so tired...

How these cats just fly into Russia on a big ass cargo plane and not get shot down? This is 2022. Putin still hates us. This sh*t would cause a World War.

So you find this ship and you don’t tell anyone where it is? You decide to just kill them all yourself? Motherf*cker, what happens if you die? Did you back up the enzyme formula somewhere or did you bring all of it with you on this stupid f*cking mission? Did you leave notes or even text your location to anyone in authority, just in case haphazard attempt goes sideways so someone else can make a more organized attempt? Or just drop a nuke on the site from orbit? If one asshole denied you funding for your mission, why didn’t you ask someone else? Why didn’t you ask f*cking Putin? Because governments are bloated down with bureaucracy? My dude, people from the future came back and interrupted the world cup to tell you that aliens are going to exterminate the human race in three decades. If you tell anyone in a position of power that you know where these little sh*ts are, they’re going to listen. Especially since everyone decided to riot because the future changed/we lost the time war/ the timeline imploded.

Why would a terrestrial saw work on an intergalactic star ship? That doesn't make any sense. This f*cking thing survived a crash landing into earth intact and a goddamn circular saw cuts it open? Fine, whatever. On to the next stupid thing.

Bro. Bro, they just blow the f*cking thing up. Motherf*cker spent the entire movie, time jumping form the past to to the future and back to the past, just to get this plague to kill them all, and a bunch of C4 just blows them all up while they sleep. Why the f*ck was everything even f*cking necessary? At this point, when the dude comes back with that claw the first time, the future is saved. Analysis on that one claw gave up the location of the hidden spaceship where these things had been in stasis for millennia. Which was blown up with C4. No plague needed. No goddamn time draft needed. No casualties needed after that first wave. The second that dude brought back that claw, it should have been  under a forensic microscope so actual f*cking scientists could figure out what a high school kid id in a matter of minutes. I hate this movie so goddamn much.

I hated this goddamn movie so much. It’s f*cking boring and the dumbest thing I've seen all year and i watched Army of the Dead. It’s pretty and the performances are decent, but there is absolutely no substance to any of this sh*t. It wants to be Independence Day and Edge of Tomorrow and The Great Wall. all in one, while infusing time travel family drama but it’s so f*cking confused trying to juggle all of that, it drops the ball on the most important part; The script. This thing must read like a fever dream induced by peyote because, in execution, it’s a wet fart. This f*cking thing is all over the place with no regard for any insular universe logic. It contradicts itself from one scene to the next and it’s goddamn offensive. I’m sure there is someone saying that i am overthinking this sh*t and that it’s just supposed to be dumb popcorn fun. I get that. However, i can’t just turn my f*cking brain off and mindlessly drool over sh*t that insults my intelligence the way this movie does. It’s dumb as f*cking rocks, man, and i want those two hours of my life back!

[phgq]

Makabayan bloc members just lied before Senate: Parlade

#PHnews: Makabayan bloc members just lied before Senate: Parlade

MANILA – Instead of telling the truth, Makabayan bloc members surfaced at the Senate hearing Tuesday to spew up more lies, a ranking military official and member of the National Task Force to End Local Communist Armed Conflict (NTF-ELCAC) said Wednesday.

In a statement to the Philippine News Agency (PNA), Lt. Gen. Antonio Parlade, who is also Southern Luzon Command (SOLCOM) chief, scored militants for asking that he not attend the Senate hearing in exchange for their appearance and yet did not come out with something substantial that would refute the previous statements made by former rebels in the November 3 hearing.

"The Kamatayan (Makabayan) bloc showed up at the Senate just to tell lies. You even requested my absence in exchange for you to show up at the Senate but you cannot even say anything about the revelations of the former rebels in the previous inquiry. You even made your previous no-show appear as an element of suspense but you did not say anything about what the witnesses revealed regarding your involvement in the plenum of the CPP (Communist Party of the Philippines) and NPA (New People's Army) during their anniversaries," he said in Filipino.

Parlade also scored Kabataan Party-list Rep. Sarah Elago for insisting that joining the ranks of the communist terrorists and calling for the downfall of the government is a justified move.

"Rep. Sara Elago even made it appear as dramatic. You even took pride in the rebels whose names were included in the Bantayog ng Kagitingan such as Barros, a Gabriela member who joined the NPA. You even included Maita Gomez who became a rebel just like many members of Gabriela. Listen to the voices of the youth calling for the government’s downfall? Encourage them to join the NPA?  Is that a good mindset of the youth claiming to be patriots?" he added.

He slammed Elago and her allies for claiming that they want a dialogue with the government to resolve the conflict but outrightly booted him out in their forum  ‘Criminalizing Dissent; Weaponizing the Law" held in Quezon City in November last year even if he was alone at the time.

Hypocrites

"You are plastics. How many times have we challenged your group to a debate but you cannot even face us. It is clear that what you want is yelling on the streets and armed revolution. Now, you are crying and claiming that your life is in danger? The former rebels are the ones who red-tagged your group to help explain to the public how your group infiltrated the youth to lure them into joining the NPA. It is their lives that are really in danger because of what they revealed," he said.

Parlade also disputed claims made by Elago and former Bayan Muna Party-list Representative Teddy Casiño that brave young people voluntarily went to the mountains to join the NPA ranks.

"Elago and Teddy Casiño said these young people voluntarily went to the mountains. Can they also say that only those who are brave join the NPA, while the cowards stay at the ranks of legal fronts, like Casiño,  (Neri) Colmenares, (Carlos Isagani) Zarate, (Ferdinand) Gaite and Elago? Their claim of the youth voluntarily going to the mountains is false. This is included (in) the 5-year program of the party for 2015-2019. It says there, 'Encourage the members of the progressive ranks to join the armed force'," he added.

Parlade said the reason for the ongoing intensive recruitment is due to the fact that communist terrorist ranks are now lacking in armed and political cadres because many have surrendered to the government.

CPP documents show

He added that they cannot lie about this as this is contained in a CPP document which states that the NPA is forcing youths to join their depleted ranks.

"Many NPA members who have surrendered revealed how they were made to fetch water and carry stuff for NPA members but they were not allowed to go down for over two years. Is that what you call voluntary? They are minors but Elago was mum when she claims that the youth’s welfare is what they are pushing for," Parlade said.

He said the claims made by Jean Lindo, the chair of Gabriela Southern Mindanao and Haran Davao, and Cristina Palabay, secretary-general of Karapatan, that their lives were placed in danger by the alleged red-tagging of the government is not true.

"I’ve been hearing that from Tinay for more than 10 years, but why are they still alive? It is not the AFP's (Armed Forces of the Philippines) policy to kill those who are unarmed. However, Karapatan has a clear policy of helping NPA members who are captured or imprisoned. Karapatan is one of the AFP’s bases to confirm whether a person we captured is an NPA member. Whenever Karapatan steps in, it is 100 percent sure that those captured or killed in encounters are NPA members," he said.

Bailing out NPA members

In fact, Parlade said, it is Karapatan that is working hard to bail out ranking leaders of the NPA.

"Honey Mae Suazo, Joland’s wife, who is an NPA commander of GF (Guerilla Front)2 and Karapatan Secretary-General in Mindanao, was the one who bailed out (Zaldy) Cañete (an NPA leader) in Davao. (Fred) Caña of Karapatan Visayas bailed out (Romeo) Nanta (head of NPA Regional Operations Command Negros Island) who was captured in Negros. All of these have official evidence which came from the court," he added.

With these facts in place, he said Lindo is now claiming that Honey Mae is missing and the government is now being accused of killing Suazo.

Parlade also raised the question of why Lindo does not tell the public that Suazo is facing a malversation charge — the reason she is hiding from the NPA.

"It’s just like their accusation that the government was behind the murder of (National Democratic Front consultant) Randy Malayao. Why doesn’t the CHR (Commission on Human Rights) release the results of their probe so that the public would know that Malayao has a case of sexual opportunism when he eloped with his wife who is also a rebel, and financial opportunism just like Suazo‘s case?" he added.

Targets own members

While they continue to rail against the government for these killings, Parlade said it is common knowledge that it is the CPP-NPA that targets their members who have committed atrocities or crimes against their comrades.

He said this is proven by the statement of former NPA assassin James Durimon alias "Juros" who disclosed how the CPP-NPA killed ordinary activists in Negros and make it appear that the government did it.

"He killed over 15 ordinary farmers and human rights advocates, all of them were sacrificed by the CPP so that these would be included in the investigation conducted by the UN Special Rapporteur on Human Rights. This is how shameless and treacherous the CPP-NPA is. This is the propaganda and lies propagated by the minions of (CPP founding chair) Jose Maria Sison. Now, are the representatives of the Kamatayan (Makabayan) bloc really honorable?" he said.

Hate for country

This, he said, includes Sister Mary John Mananzan whose mind speaks just like Sison thus, putting the reputation of other nuns, who are the government's partners in serving the poor and oppressed, in a bad light.

"What are you saying that the government is suppressing activism and dissent? Those are the words of the KM (Kabataang Makabayan) and Makibaka who are all underground. You claimed that you are an activist for 45 years, from the Martial Law era up to the six administrations of this country. Now, you are saying, 'That I am not proud of your country at this time'? You hated six presidents, it seems you forgot what you are saying. Because of your hatred caused by the CPP’s brainwashing, Sister, I think you would never be proud of your country unless Sison leads it," Parlade said.

He then asked Mananzan where is forgiveness on her part as taught by the Bible because she did not spare all governments as all are evil to her.

"You want a dialogue so that we would know your sentiments but did you let the organizers of the Forum on Criminalizing Dissent and Weaponizing the Law to send me away from that forum?

Mananzan, he said, talks of ethics and yet she cannot condemn the abuses of the NPA towards their women fighters and ordinary civilians and former rebels who are unarmed.

"You tell us that we don't know our history. Of course, we do, sister. We know how the Catholic friars abused and raped our women, brutalized our men, plundered our resources and wealth, grabbed our private and public lands in the name of religion. Until now, we hear about pedophile priests and sexual predators," he added.

Parlade also challenged Mananzan on how well she knew Philippine history and had she accepted the fact that it was the CPP-NPA who bombed Plaza Miranda in Quiapo, Manila to force then-President Ferdinand Marcos to declare Martial Law.

"You will never get to love your country because of the unsisterly hatred you have in your heart, developed through 45 years of fighting each government.  You now have a closed mind, Sister. You are still thinking of Martial Law. Where is forgiveness and admission of wrongdoings? Sorry sister, you are not a good example of a nun and a citizen," he added.

Masters in the art of lies

Communist terrorists, he said, are masters in the art of telling lies as this is what their recruits first learn upon entering the "Pambansang Demokratikong Paaralan" (PADEPA) of the CPP.

"In the CPP, they sometimes call it the People’s Academy The reference persons of the Kamatayan (Makabayan) bloc took an oath but what we heard from them in the Senate hearing were all lies," he added.

Parlade also laughed off Casiño's claims that they want reinstatement of peace talks despite earlier CPP is never really serious pursuing this.

"It is now clear with this government that the CPP never desires for peace in the past peace talks. We heard that from (NDF negotiator Fidel) Agcaoili himself but Casiño did not bother because they are now cornered. Over 15 witnesses are on standby and have yet to speak up. How many pieces of evidence do the Kamatayan (Makabayan) Bloc need to hear for them to admit who they really are? With the voluminous information we have heard from the former rebels at the Senate, can Rep. Zarate still claim that the NTF-ELCAC’s revelations are baseless?" he added.

"Let us watch out for the next chapter while we are undressing these hypocrites who are destroying the future of our youth," he said.

The CPP-NPA is listed as a terrorist organization by the United States, European Union, the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and the Philippines. (PNA)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "Makabayan bloc members just lied before Senate: Parlade." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1123013 (accessed November 26, 2020 at 08:32PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Makabayan bloc members just lied before Senate: Parlade." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1123013 (archived).

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[killian-whump]

I want to know more about your whumpy Neverland headcanons...

Oh, my whumpy Neverland headcanons… Oh, how I love Neverland. Hundreds of years’ worth of possibilities, all with a gleefully sadistic Peter Pan in control of everything and anything that goes on in the realm.

To be honest, my dear, you have played a huge role in shaping my headcanons, as I absolutely loved your idea of a curse turning Hook into Pan’s helpless, mindless little fucktoy for a few decades or so before it breaks and Hook has to live with the shame of all he’s done during that time, all over the island… and on his ship… and in front of his own crew… Oh, so delicious. I’ve sort of adopted that one for my own, I must confess. So a lot of this will likely sound familiar to you ;) Though there are a few changes…

For one thing, I like to headcanon Hook as being completely straight… because I headcanon that he absolutely enjoyed those decades being used and abused by Pan at the time, and that this causes him endless mental confusion and angst afterwards because he just can’t understand how that could’ve been. As far as he knows, the curse was intended to make him do Pan’s bidding unquestioningly, but why did he enjoy it? Why? Whyyyyy??? The idea of him endlessly questioning his sexuality and even his own sanity in the aftermath is just too good for me to pass up.

Also, this gives me the opportunity to make the curse something truly dastardly… As in, the only way to weaken (and eventually break) the curse is for Hook to engage in sexual congress with someone he actually desires - and since he doesn’t like men - and men (and boys) are 99% of Neverland’s population… Well, not a lot of chance for the curse to be broken. Which, of course, is where Tinkerbell comes in. She finally takes pity enough on him that she secretly seduces him under Pan’s nose and that weakens (and eventually breaks) the curse. There’s still a span of time where the curse is weaker but not broken… a delicious span where he knows damn well what’s happening to him and how much he doesn’t want to be doing these things with Pan… but he just. can’t. stop. himself. He sees himself engaging in these acts, and even responding to and enjoying these acts, as if through another person’s eyes… and he’s screaming to himself to stop, to resist, to put up even the slightest fight… but he doesn’t. He can’t.

But, of course, the curse does eventually break, leaving Hook a broken mess of insecurity and shame, because he’s been used and violated SO thoroughly and in front of his entire crew. They knew he was cursed, of course, so they welcome him back as their Captain once he’s out from under Pan’s thrall. Still, he can see the sympathy in their eyes and he knows they can still see him bent over the rail of the ship, taking it in the rear, or tied to the mast, begging his “master” Pan to whip him harder please. He knows it, because he’s still haunted by the looks of disgust and pity in their eyes that at the time never even gave him pause… but give him so much more than pause now. Still, he puts on a brave face (that’s what he does best) and he swears to his crew that things will be different now, that he will never let that demon get the better of him like that again!

And he means it, of course, but Pan’s not about to let his beautiful fucktoy get off (haha pun) so easily. Just because the curse is broken, Pan doesn’t see any reason why HIS fun should stop… and he’s grown quite accustomed to pillaging and plundering Hook’s orifices whenever and wherever the mood strikes him. And seeing as he rules all in Neverland, he sets out to prove he never needed the curse in the first place - that the curse was more of a blessing for Hook than a true curse, because at least under the curse he was able to mindlessly play along with all of Pan’s games… instead of being violently forced to do so entirely against his will.

And that’s exactly what Pan does. He forces himself on Hook repeatedly, making a mere mockery of his many attempts to fight back or prevent the inevitable. And after decades of playing with the pirate’s cursed body, Pan knows how to play that man like a finely tuned fiddle. Hook doesn’t want it. He never wants it… but he enjoys it. And he hates himself for enjoying it, but no one’s ever touched him the way Pan does. No one’s ever brought him to the heights that demon can. And he hates it - and him - and himself - all the more for it.

Pan takes him privately at first, delighting in how he tries to hide the pain, the wounds and the blood from his crew and Tinkerbell. Of course, Hook tries to never be alone after that, but soon learns the error of his ways when Pan rapes him right in front of Smee on one of their expeditions onto land for fruit. He swears Smee to secrecy, of course, and his first mate is good for it. Hook tries to stay sequestered in his cabin on the Jolly Roger, the one place he feels safe… but it’s not long before Pan comes for him, appearing in the cabin and raping him right there, under his crew’s noses, and Hook is disgusted to find himself feeling grateful for the gag stuffed in his mouth that muffles the cries he can’t hold back.

It becomes a bit of a game for Pan, to see how much be can break, bloody and bind his pirate toy… and then watch him wriggle free, clean himself up and glue himself back together as best he can before someone comes looking to check on him. It keeps Pan amused for some time, which is a good thing, as an amused Pan doesn’t look for new and worse ways to amuse himself. But, like with all of his games, Pan eventually tires of this game, especially when Hook starts to put up less of a fight, just accepting the inevitable pain and shame that Pan doles out almost daily now. He misses the fight. Misses the need for violence.

And so one afternoon, Pan yanks Hook out of his cabin. Calls for the entire crew to gather around. Tells them that while he will continue to allow Hook to captain the Jolly Roger, he wants no further confusion about who captains the Captain. And just like that, the fight is back in his pirate toy, because he doesn’t want to be raped in front of his crew. He doesn’t want to be whipped and subjugated and mocked and humiliated in front of them all. Which, of course, means that’s precisely what Pan does to him that day… and any other day that the need strikes him. Because he can. And everyone knows it.

And, eventually, it starts to feel normal. Pan sends Hook and his crew off to fetch things from other realms - magical artifacts, tasty treats, whatever Pan feels like asking for. He’s only granting them a temporary reprieve from Neverland, knowing they’ll be forced to return if they want to live… and they always do. Hook always does, which is the most important part to Pan, because Hook feels responsible for his crew and he knows if he fails to return, Pan will simply turn his sick attentions on one of them. It’s bad enough he’s gotten them trapped (and many of them killed) in Neverland… He’s not about to subject any of them to the curse of being Pan’s sex slave, simply because he’s chosen the easy way out. And it’s this, more than anything else, that repairs his tarnished reputation amongst his crew. That, and the erasure of their doubts about him secretly being in league with the enemy, as more and more of them end up hearing the quiet sobs coming from their Captain’s quarters when everyone else is fast asleep.

In time, something else begins taking Pan’s attention: his magic, the magic of Neverland itself, is starting to wane. He’s desperate to find the Heart of the Truest Believer to renew himself. Hook doesn’t know what it is that’s got Pan so caught up that he doesn’t seem interested in coming after him as often… he only cares that Pan’s daily visits eventually become his weekly ones… and then even his monthly ones… and without the constant soul-crushing assaults clouding his mind and wracking his body, he can THINK. Plot. Plan. Heal.

And that’s when Baelfire lands on his ship, Milah’s boy, and he sees a chance at being a part of something. Something good. Something pure. And he embraces it. He starts to fight off Pan again - and to his shock, Pan backs off. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t even care why (and would never dream it’s because with his magic waning, Pan doesn’t rate “forcing the newly-high-spirited pirate to play” as important enough to waste magic on). It’s a fresh start. A new beginning!

…until it isn’t. Baelfire turns on him, and he falters. He trades the boy to Felix, knowing at least that Pan doesn’t abuse his Lost Boys the way he’s abused Hook - and that such a guarantee isn’t so easily gained by those living on the island without Pan’s protection. It’s what’s best for the boy… but he hopes the boy will never have reason to fully understand WHY.

And when Pan visits him again… he tries to resist, but is easily subdued by Pan, who can see the resistance for the mere token it is. The pirate’s spirit is no longer high. It’s crushed, once more, and he’s easy prey for Pan. He barely even needs any magic to have his sex slave right back where he wants him. Compliant. Broken.

But broken pirates aren’t as much fun… and I think eventually, even Peter Pan tires of his pirate fucktoy… leaving Hook to his own devices, which include healing his mind and battered body as much as he’s able… or at least covering the trauma and scars with miles of leather and swagger and rum. Pan still visits, but Hook is almost numb to it at this point, and he’s finally realized that the less he fights, the less interested Pan seems to be in coming back again.

And eventually, after some decades have passed… Pan’s magic is waning enough that having a ship full of vengeful pirates in his realm (a realm he’s slowly losing control over) is more of a liability than a boon - and he offers them a deal of some kind. I don’t have a head-canon for what that deal actually WAS, but I think Killian would’ve taken ANY deal that would get him out of that place and away from Pan… and I think Pan’s main goal (at that time) was to get Henry’s heart. Which is why, of course, once he got Henry in his greedy little clutches, he’s immediately trying to renew the “working relationship” he and Hook had. And why Hook’s like, “Hell no. Bye.”

Anyway… That’s all of my naughty headcanons about Neverland :D Since they’re just headcanons, I sometimes change parts of ‘em as it pleases me… but there they are, for the most part :D

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