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dtrghost · 11 months

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closeness and proximity part.5

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, mega angst, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. violence, torture (reoccurring themes i know), angry ghost cause yes. FLUFF. YAY. Sexual situation to gain advantage over the enemy.

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Simon sat with his team, his eyes trained on the seat she'd sat in when she was there last. It had been a week. A long, gruesome, week with her still out there. He was tormented each night by nightmares, some where he followed through and killed her that night, others where he had saved her, only to wake up to the harsh reality that he didn't.

He failed. She was gone, and she may never come back because of him. They cleared all the bases that came up on their radar, and for once he was glad she was such an asset to HQ. They had all available teams looking for her, Price being at the forefront of the search.

"Let's call it a night then." Soap sighed, everyone nodding in agreement, except for him as they expected. His head shot up, his eyes lighting in a rage that they'd been subjected to since he woke up after his rescue.

"Like hell we're calling it a night." He growled at him. The anger made Gaz and Johnny shrink back, Price squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Ghost, please-"

"We've got nothing! No leads! No updates!" His hand pounded on the table with each mention of what they lacked.

"We're sittin' at this table like a bunch of lazy fuckers while she's out there-"

"And what would you have us do?" Price interrupted. The room grew tense as two angry, powerful men glared at each other.

"You don't think I wanna find her too? You don't think I'm doin' everything I can? We're tired, and we need to regroup. Nothing good's coming out of us like this." He knew he was right, he hated that he was right. He felt useless, and it pissed him off. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"He's not lightening up until we find her."

"Can't blame him. Get to bed the lot of you." And with that, Price left too, feeling a similar anger to his officer when he slept.

~.~

Cold water pushed her weight back, shocking her awake as the liquid shot up her nostrils and soaking her completely. They used a powerful hose to wake her up after her beating her unconscious the night before, thankfully avoiding her face.

"Morning Sunshine, piss baby callsign yes?" His accent was thick, laughs going around the room as the water turned off. She forced her eyes open, taking in her situation once more. Not the best, not the worst. Her legs were kept free of restraints, but they just barely hit the ground with her hands chained to the ceiling. She spit the water in her mouth out, chuckling lightly as she nodded her head towards them.

"You'd know a thing or two about piss babies wouldn't you." His fist connected with her stomach, but with a puff of her cheeks, no reaction came. He tried again, and yet, nothing, no wince, her feet cementing into the ground so not even a swing either.

"Right~" She drawled out, a bit breathless as she took a look around the room as they stared back in mild shock from the lack of reaction.

"After a while they all feel the same. Let me out and I'll show you how to punch sweetheart." This was her play. Intimidation, sensuality, it worked on the weaker ones, and when she caught the gaze of some of them, she knew she got em. The plan formulated in her mind, and for now she'd tune it out. It was a messy technique, as while she was gone she'd have no idea what happens to her body, so deep into her mind that she couldn't feel anything. It was a severe form of dissociation, but it worked.

"They don't want us touching your face. But they didn't say anything about the rest of you." He pulled out two high power shock sticks, and she knew she was in for it. The pain was excruciating. She could taste the blood in her mouth as she bit down her lip to keep her screams in. It took her back, the feeling of her first round of ECT.

Soon he moved to just beating her, pounding on her body as if she were a punching bag.

Her eyes went blank for a minute, focusing on a spot on the floor as she slowly slipped away, all the pain in her body disappearing.

~.~

"Mrs. L/N. I asked you a question." The lawyer spoke, stepping closer to where she sat on the stand, the courtroom watching this young girl getting berated consistently for the last 10 minutes. Her siblings watched as she was nearing tears from behind the plaintiff, having already been on the stand testifying against their own parents.

"I-uh.. can you say that again?" It was the job of a lawyer to break the client, to force the truth, or whatever would benefit the person they were meant to defend, but this was a child, someone just trying to get by with her life.

"What happened 10 years ago, to your recollection." He repeated calmly. She refused to look at her parents, because if she did she'd lose her words, her ability to speak. So she stared at her siblings, her older sister giving her a smile in attempt to calm her down. But nothing that came out of her in the next few moments would keep that smile on her sister's face, in fact it wiped it from the face of the planet. The flood of words that vomited out her mouth left everyone floored.

Her mother screamed at her from the defendant's side, throwing the first thing she got her hands on at her daughter. The jury watched as a notepad hit her in the head, and all she could do was cry and cover her face. She accused her of lying, screaming profanities to anyone who listened as she was dragged out of the room. Her father on the other hand, he broke down.

That's not fair. She thought. Why is he crying? He was the reason why she was here, why she was confessing her shame, her disgust with herself in front of a room full of people. Why did he have the right to cry? She wanted to tell him to stop. To stop trying to steal their moments of recognition. But the words got lost somewhere, and she stayed quiet as she was escorted off the stand.

When she opened the door to leave, she noticed Simon leaning against the wall in front of her. She looked down at what she was wearing, and suddenly she was an adult again, wearing a ripped black tank top and dirty cargo pants.

"Time to wake up love. Things to do, noses to break."

"It's not looking too good for me Simon. Feels like my body's gonna give out before I get my chance." He shook his head.

"Told you about a week ago that there's not a thing you can't do. I intend to make sure you stick to that. Now get your arse out there and give em hell." She sighed, giving him one last look until she shut her eyes, ripping herself out of her trance.

Her eyes opened and she came to, the room empty with a single guard sitting at a small table next to her.

"Hey." She called to him, blinking the haze out her eyes. He looked up to her, his face lighting up in a way that made her internally grimace. She saw the desire in his face, and she fed into it. He made his way to her with a sultry walk. He was on the shorter side of the spectrum and she looked down at him.

"Hey honey." He hummed, his finger trailing down her cheek for a moment. She ran her eyes down his body, faking seductiveness to get a glimpse on what he had on him. A pistol, standard issue belt with some stuff she could use on it.

Bingo, keys.

"They call you a siren from where I'm from." His accent wasn't as thick, and his words were easily understood. She leaned forward, him following as she leaned towards his ear.

"Let me down and I'll show you what kind of noises I can make." As cliche as it was, it worked. His eyes darkened, his hand twitching over his keys as he felt her lips graze over his ears. Slowly, he flicked through the set he had, and with little work done on her behalf, one unlocked, his hand quick to grasp her wrist. Before he could get the other one, the door slammed open, revealing her original capturer.

"Hey!" He shouted. In a flash her head slammed on his, her foot kicking his gun from his holster, watching it fly from his waist towards her hand, and with a stretch she caught it. She swung it in her hand, putting a bullet in his head before turning it the idiot who let her out.

"Siren's a new one. Maybe that'll be my next callsign." And with that he dropped dead. She had to be quick, her arm now released allowed for one foot to have a farther reach, the keys hanging on her toe as she carefully tossed it up to her hand, the gun now being held in her mouth. She tried each key carefully, knowing if she moved too fast she'd fumble and risk dropping it with the uneven weight now causing her to sway. Her weight was on one arm, and it quickly got sore, so when she dropped to the floor she felt heavy and wobbly.

The pain she pushed off had began coming back to her, and before she knew it she was crouching to the floor, her head between her knees as she gasped for air.

She crawled to the door, having to use all her body weight and strength to push it closed due to it's steel material. She locked herself inside as heavy thuds raced to the room at the sound of the shots fired. The room was designed to lock from the inside so nobody from the other side could pick it, but it quickly became a detriment as they had to use what they had to try and open it another way. She unclipped the vest from one of the men, quickly putting it on herself. It was large on her, the chest piece hanging lower than she'd like, but there was no helping it.

Better than nothing.

She searched the bodies, finding two grenades, she could work with that. She unlocked it, rushing back to the corner on the left of the door, and when it burst open she pulled the pin, watching the soldiers jump back in terror at the explosive in their face. she rushed to the door, shutting it again and listening to the boom from a safer distance. She tuned in to her environment for any more steps, and when she heard none she pried it open again. She picked up someone's rifle that had been flung to the side.

No doubt people heard the explosion, and she was in for it when they came down. So she stocked. She went to any body that was still intact and took whatever gear they had, shoving it anywhere she had room. She was likely underground, noticing the long staircase up as she took in her surroundings.

With the heavy thud of boots, she inhaled and prepared.

Life or death.

~.~

Simon had stayed up that night, finding himself unable to sleep without being haunted by her face. He found himself jolting awake with a shout of her name, and he decided that if she couldn't sleep, and likely she couldn't, he wouldn't either. It wasn't until Soap burst through his door, out of breath that he moved an inch from his position.

He shot up from his cot, looking at him with hope.

"We've got something. Someone in a base near the border of Verdansk reported a need for reinforcements. Bodies dropping like flies from a single prisoner they had held there." It had to be her. HQ had hacked into radio frequencies since she had disappeared, hence the amount of missions TF teams were being sent on recently. The team scurried into the aircraft waiting for them outside, Simon anxious and itching to get there as fast as he could.

When they landed he was the first one out, hearing gunshots from inside the facility. Reinforcements had shown up the same time, and before they could rush in they were shot down, directing the attention to them rather than the person currently fighting for her life.

She twisted an arm, ducking under the arm of another and sweeping him off his feet with her leg, dragging the other down and slamming his head into the floor. She shot the next two before flipping a man attempting to grab her over her back and onto the floor.

She heard footsteps, the barrel of her gun being the first thing to face the front door.

"Hey! It's just me! It's Ghost." He called out to her, immediately putting his hands up in surrender as they finished clearing the ground outside. He noticed her deep, uneven breaths, her eyes mistrusting as she kept her gun up and pointing at him.

"Ghost-" His hand silenced his teammate for a moment, slowly taking steps to her. He watched her eyes flicker as his hand gently rested at the top of her rifle, pushing it down at an unhurried pace, not wanting to trigger her with quick movements.

"It's just me.. lovie." She could've cried. His hands went to her shoulders as she dropped her gun off to the side.

"You're safe now. Nothin' to worry about." She felt herself relax, all of her adrenaline fading as she soon collapsed. Whatever he was saying to her was left unheard, her ears muting as her eyes closed from the sheer exhaustion and overexertion of her body.

"We need to get her to medical now." Price told him, Simon one step ahead as he held her in his arms and rushed out the door.

She didn't wake up for 3 days, and for a full 72 hours he had not left her side. He ate his meals in her room, slept in the uncomfortable hospital chair, and when he used the bathroom he waited until he couldn't hold it anymore and rushed that too, his hands still wet from the sink when he sat down. He was gone for a maximum 20 minutes for the entire day, and only that long because Price volunteered to sit with her as he showered, wearing the clothes he brought from him.

One night it was pouring rain, the drops slamming against the window with lightning brightening up the room every so often and powerful thunder that shook the building. She awoke to it, finally, her eyes crusty and her throat dry as a bone. Her memory failed her for a moment, shooting up in her bed in a panic that jolted Simon awake. He immediately rushed to soothe her with a gentle call of her name, dragging her attention to him as his hand cupped her chin.

"You're safe. You're in a hospital, recovering. Deep breaths alright? Like mine." He placed her hand on his chest, guiding her through mimicking his breathing until she was calm. He gave her a moment to take in her surrounds, her voice hoarse and raspy.

"How long was I out?" He handed her a cup of water, watching her gulp it down hastily.

"Fuckin' hell. Slow down you're making a bloody mess on yourself." He muttered, watching the water flow down the sides of her mouth and down her neck as she exhaled after finishing.

"You try getting the living shit beat and shocked out of you for a week straight. Had to seduce my way out. Dirty fuckers." She scowled at the thought, placing the cup on the table next to him.

"Did anyone..." He trailed off, too afraid to finish the sentence.

"No. No they didn't." Relief had lifted off his chest, his body relaxing for a moment before looking back up at her. His guilt never left him, and he wanted nothing more than to apologize.

"I-"

"I'll call HQ in the morning for the team switch-" "No!" He should've felt embarrassed by how quickly he cut her off. She looked at him confused. Is that not what he wanted?

"I'm sorry, for what I said, what I did... It wasn't right. The last thing I want is you off my team." She didn't understand it. He saw what she was, a monster. She killed and tortured how she pleased. "Why the sudden change of heart? Don't tell me you're getting soft on me." She teased, making him roll his eyes.

"It's not your fault. You need help... Y/N. Which is why with some fighting with those bloody wankers at HQ you're on leave with mandatory therapy sessions." Her eyes widened, and for once, she had something to be happy about. She could make her therapy jokes become real. Her breathed hitched for a beat, a sudden realization dawning on her.

Someone fought for her.

She felt the familiar pad of his thumb stroke under her eye, and it wasn't until she felt a wetness sinking into her mask that she realized she was shedding tears again.

"Comere lovie." Lovie. She liked that one, she was certain about that. He pulled her into a hug. For the first time in years, someone embraced her. She felt herself crack, every guarded aspect of her mind shattered in that moment as sobs flooded through her body involuntarily. Just like he promised himself, Simon was there to help her through it. His arms around her were tight, as if she could share the weight of the world she carried on her shoulders and he'd help her lift it until she could do it on her own.

"I need to get a nurse to check on you." He muttered in her ear, feeling her shiver at the feeling of his breath dusting over her skin. She only tightened her grip.

"Can we just, stay like this for a while. Please." Her voice was small, quiet, and he couldn't help but agree, maintaining a constant vice grip around her. She felt protected, and she needed that. So she clung to him as if her life depended on it, and he held her for as long as she needed him to. He felt her weight eventually slump against him, her arms dropping as her breath evened out to the same one he'd memorized from her 3-day slumber.

He laid her back, pulling the sheets up to make sure she didn't get cold before finding a nurse. They checked her vitals, blood pressure, wounds, everything.

"She's healing well. Everything looks good. We'll keep her one more night for observation and then we can discuss taking her home." He nodded, and she awkwardly smiled and walked out, shutting the door behind her. Simon sat back down in his seat, feeling more relaxed than he had before.

Healing well, looks good. Those words repeated in his head over and over. He leaned forward, pushing his mask up to the bridge of his nose as he hovered over her for a minute. The serene look on her face, even in the dark was enough to make his heart stutter. The way her hair, now in it's natural state, free from a balaclava, looked as it sat around her head like flowers in a meadow. She still wore a mask that covered the lower half of her face, but this was the most he'd get to see her for a while, so he took what he could get.

He pressed a slow kiss on her forehead, embracing the moment for what it was before he pulled his mask back down and released the breath he was holding, letting himself fall back asleep to the gentle exhales he heard from her.

~.~

Next thing she knew, she was holding a duffle bag with all her work stuff in it, Team 141 standing with her as she stood in her front door. They escorted her home, filling her in on her therapy sessions, when they start, how participation and progress were necessary for her to be allowed back in the field after her leave was up. Price had been assigned to live with her for the time being to make sure she was adjusting well and attending her sessions. She had half a year, which was enough, and it was mandatory to continue during work.

She dropped her bag off to the side behind the door before looking back at her teammates, Price flopping on her couch with a sigh as his eyes closed.

"Well, bye." She went to shut the door, only for Simon's foot to stop it from shutting.

"Fuckin' hell. No thanks for the people who saved your life?" Soap scoffed, watching her roll her eyes as she reopened the door.

"Thank you my saviors. What would I have ever done without you." Her voices was monotone, clearly bored and wanting to lay down for a bit.

"Alright then. Just don't get yourself killed in the next 6 months before we come back yeah." Simon grumbled, rolling his eyes too.

"You're not visiting?" She questioned, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"We wanna see a full transformation. Adds to the extra shock factor." Gaz smiled, watching her sigh before she painfully opened her arms for a hug.

"One for the road I guess." The embrace was horribly awkward and lasted a solid 2 seconds before she pulled herself back with a clear grimace.

"Do we get to see what's under the mask?" Soap pressed.

"Do you ever not ask questions? No? Then there's your answer." She quickly shut him down, watching him deflate in minor amusement before turning to Simon. He grunted as her arms wrapped around his middle, frozen in place for a minute.

"Hug me back dickhead." She muttered. His arms wrapped around her with a huff, though they both knew he didn't mind.

"Why the hell does he get a special hug." Soap whined, watching her pull away.

"Because he doesn't piss me off. Now bye." She shut the door in their face, kicking off her shoes and throwing a sock at Price's head. He groaned and turned, looking at her through bleary, groggy eyes.

"When's my first session again?"

The last part will be next!! I hope you enjoyed this one, more ghost fluff!! LOVIEEEEEE. My all time favorite. She's getting somewhere, finally getting some much needed help. Again I hope you guys enjoyed this part and the next one will be out fairly soon because I'm impulsive!! See ya next time!

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cluelessgirlthinking · 2 years

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Don’t Let Amber Become The Next Britney (It’s Not Too Late to Apologize to Amber Heard)

If you're reading this, I want you to know I'm angry. In fact, I'm fucking furious right now. Probably at you, whoever you are, currently reading this post right now. Do I know you? Unlikely, but I don't really think I need to because I know your type. If you're the average social media user right now, whatever you believe about the MeToo Movement, you're doing a whole lot of sympathizing with Johnny Depp and his legion of anti-feminist fanboys spreading misinformation on his behalf. And if you are, if you believe the lies spreading like wildfire all over social media right now, well, shame on you. Shame on you and your performative activism. Shame on you and your willingness to accept whatever a pretty, well-known, filthy rich white male celebrity says at face-value. Shame on you for not decentering male voices in literally any topic ever. Shame on you, especially if you claim to be a leftist or a champion of women's issues, for letting the right bamboozle you yet again. Shame on you if you are taking this farce of a lawsuit as anything other than a really pathetic attempt to discredit Amber Heard.

But, Clueless, you're saying to yourself, haven't you seen the trial on TV? Didn't you hear that recording of Amber admitting to abusing him? How can you still be on her side, after all that evidence in court Johnny provided? Yeah, that'd be great and all, if the "evidence" you're referring to wasn't a bunch of piling hot garbage that consists of an alleged abuser's lying testimony about every piece of physical evidence in the case. Don't believe me? Don't worry, I'll list all my sources for you to do your own research, because I know NONE of you johnny-truthers bothered to do any yourself. Let me be clear, this is the first time in American history I've ever seen an abuse victim sue their abuser for defamation of character, especially if they have all this evidence that they've been abused. In fact, if you google the search phrase "abuse victim sues abuser for defamation of character case," the only results you get (that aren't domestic violence groups with advice on what to do if your abuser sues you for defamation of character) are other high profile cases of alleged abusers suing "liars" like Kesha and Evan Rachel Wood. Yes, you read that line correctly. Other high-profile defamation of character lawsuits include abusers like Dr. Luke and Marilyn Manson suing their own victims of abuse. If that fact alone isn't enough to immediately cause your heart to drop to your stomach, well, you're probably an alt-right MRA. Everyone else, congrats, you've fallen for the lies of ill-intentioned white men (...yet again).

But, Clueless, you say, how was I supposed to know that defamation of character lawsuits are a common abuser tactic? And you know what, I might have been more forgiving of your performative activism if it wasn't for the fact that this case has been public knowledge since 2016. It's been six years since Amber Heard first accused Johnny Depp of abusing her, and there is frankly no excuse for how easily you ALL fell for the lies being spread by these anti-feminists (especially since these lies have been public knowledge for YEARS at this point) when a simple google search would have saved you all a lot of embarrassment. How many times do we need to have the same discussions before you guys actually fucking change your behaviors and assumptions about the world? I know, I know, some of you may be thinking, well if I was accused of abuse and I didn't do it, I'd sue them too if I lost my career over it? And to that, I say, what a lovely rape apologist thought to have.

And before you sprout your excuses of how you're NOT a rape apologist, let me remind you that the entire reason I'm writing this article is because YOU are the one believing an abuser over his victim right now. If you've managed to read this far into this article, I'm sure you know all about the rape culture pyramid and the different tiers, one of which being the normalization of thoughts and attitudes tier. I'm sorry to break it to you but that line of thinking is baked with rape culture values. In fact, it's predicated on this idea that sometimes, even if rarely, people will lie about abuse and sexual violence for personal or financial gain. I'm sorry, but if this entire shit-show of trial doesn't prove to you that every public victim of ANY celebrity is telling the truth always, you're a lost cause. I don't know ANY woman who sees the truth in Amber, who believes in victims truly, that would willingly sign up for the gaslighting society performs on abusers' behalf if they speak up. In fact, I can't take you seriously if you think there's even a possibility of any woman lying about abuse at the hands of any male celebrity in this political minefield. I don't think there is enough money in the world for me to experience what Amber is dealing with right now, let alone deal with it in front of the entire world. And if you think there is any woman who would take that deal, you're probably sexist and have a negative view of women.

But, Clueless, there's a first time for everything, you say. Maybe Johnny really is the first abuse victim ever to file for a defamation lawsuit in American history. Don't worry, I'm a fair debater, I'll meet you where you are right now and give you this point, okay. Let's say that Johnny Depp is an abuse victim who is suing his abuser for defamation of character. In the US, defamation claims are notoriously difficult to win because the plaintiff has prove the statement to be false and also damage occurred specifically because of the false statement. As you might be aware, Depp also sued The Sun in the UK in 2020 but ultimately lost. Despite what the alt-right MRAs want you to believe, defamation cases in the UK are way easier to win due to the fact that the plaintiff only has to prove that damage occurred because of the defamatory statements. The UK court system automatically presumes the statement is false to begin with. In other words, Johnny Depp's legal team couldn't even prove that the sun article caused him to lose any roles or ruined his reputation in any way. This is because, despite what his fanboys are claiming, Depp's career was already in the shitter because of his own wrong-doings over the years (did we forget his history of abuse on work sets, guys?).

So, if Depp didn't win in the UK, where he was expected to, in what universe do you think he is going to be able to prove that Amber's 2018 Washington Post article is defamatory in any way, shape or form? Feel free to open a new tab and look for that article yourself. It's still up on their website, you can see for yourself how there is not one false statement in the entire piece. In fact, their team is suing over half a sentence that reads, and I quote, "two years ago, I became a public figure representing domestic abuse" because that is the only, even slight reference to Depp himself in the entire thing. Unless I'm mistaken, Amber Heard did in fact become a public figure representing domestic abuse in 2016, so where exactly is the lie, here? Because, again, remember, in order for you Americans to win a defamation claim, you need to prove FALSE statements damaged your reputation. Okay, but none of this proves he's actually the abuser in this whole thing, Clueless.

And sure, you're right, none of that says anything about the abuse he claims to have suffered at Amber's hands. But I'm assuming you have some rudimentary critical thinking skills if you're still with me, so let's ask ourselves some questions, shall we? Why would Depp want to continue with this defamation lawsuit after losing the easier version in the UK? Depp claimed in court that he doesn't want his fans to be hurt by these allegations (very telling of his narcissism to me, but I'm not his doctor so I'll refrain from diagnosing him) and he is obsessed with truth. If that's the case, why not just press charges against Amber? After all, you guys are claiming he has all this evidence proving he's been abused. He wants to get the truth out there, so why not take the evidence that you all are using to crucify Amber with and go to trial for domestic abuse? Could it, in fact, be because he is well aware of just how much evidence Amber has to prove otherwise and a defamation lawsuit in the US is the perfect way to run a smear campaign, even if he ultimately loses? Criminal defense attorney Sara Azar said it best, "this is Depp's chance to take the stink off his name. Even if he doesn't prevail, I think this is his day in court." I don't know about you all, but this sure is starting to look like a duck and quack like a duck to me.

But, don't forget, his fanboys are claiming he "proved" Amber was lying in court. There's audio recordings of her saying such awful things to him, and text messages where she says she wants to fuck his burnt corpse, and photographic evidence of penises she drew on the wall after cutting his finger off. No, wait, that's the evidence that was provided by Amber Heard two years ago for the UK trial (and most likely part of her evidence in this trial, since we haven't actually heard her testimony yet). Yes, you read that correctly. Johnny Depp liked to text his friends and co-stars things like burning Amber alive and fucking her corpse afterwards to make sure she was really dead, when he wasn't calling her all sorts of names like cunt, whore, bitch. And if you're wondering if Johnny provided any counter-evidence of Amber texting her friends and family such evil shit to make his allegation of abuse credible, don't worry! He didn't. Because, well, we've already established that I think of him as an abusive piece of shit. And no, having just text messages alone isn't enough to prove he abused her but it's a good thing Amber has a shit-load more evidence to support her version of events.

Like, for example, photographic evidence of the messages that Johnny Depp has admitted in this trial to drawing on the wall after he claims she cut his finger off with a vodka bottle that she threw at him. Besides the obvious fucking physical flaw with this argument, do we seriously believe that an abuse victim who gets his finger cut off would then use that blood to draw a penis on the walls and dip that same finger into paint to write messages like "billy bob and easy amber" and "good luck and be careful at top" as it seemed like good advice, according to Depp's own testimony? Or is it more plausible that a narcissistic abuser would cut his own finger off and write on the walls during a heated argument he starts about an imagined affair between the two co-stars? This is in line with text message evidence of Johnny stating at the time of the incident that he was the one who cut his finger off (several text messages, to several different people, in fact). I'm not even going to start on the fact that his sworn testimony in court states that Amber threw a vodka bottle at him and the shard from the explosion somehow cut his finger to the point where he could see bone sticking out, while also admitting that he did also dip that same finger into paint after the blood dried. Try to imagine that scene in your heard for a minute, and how a broken vodka bottle shard could exert enough force to cut to the bone in a freak accident like that? In case you need it spelled out, that means that your golden boy is actively LYING on the stand right now about physical evidence that he knows exists.

Okay, but that doesn't prove Amber wasn't abusive to Johnny as well! Mutual abuse exists, Clueless, did you forget about that? No, actually, I didn't because "mutual abuse" is not a real term. It's a sexist dog-whistle that refers to something called "reactive abuse." Despite abuse being in the name, this is actually a phenomenon that occurs in an abusive relationship when the abuser has pushed their victim into reacting in a less-than-ideal fashion (i.e. hitting them back, saying awful insults). The abuser will then use that incidence as proof that they are in fact the victim in the relationship, or what we informally call "gaslighting." In no way, shape or form does this mean that the victim is not actually being abused or is a bad person for reacting in a normal way to the abuse they experience. However, it is important for you to recognize that the only people who use this phrase are sexist assholes who want to discredit the believability of all victims and to stop running with this narrative that relationships can be mutually abusive, if you want to be an actual ally to women. While relationships can be mutually TOXIC, abuse requires a power dynamic of some sort to be present. This is because there is always a primary aggressor in abuse, and that is usually the person with the most power over the other. I also want to remind you that one of the responses to trauma is in fact, fighting. That doesn't always mean that the person who fights back is in fact the abuser or not being abused if they are unable to get out even while fighting back.

And, while we're on power dynamics that can exist in a relationship, let's talk about how so many of you are not talking about how exactly a 25 year old no-name actress managed to have any power imbalance over world-famous 47 year old Johnny Depp, an actor already beloved by many for his pirate role. While I do believe average everyday women can abuse average everyday men, let's not act like Johnny's wealth and status didn't work together with the significant age gap to create a power imbalance in HIS favor. While I could maybe accept the fact that one or two of these factors are not enough to say for sure he had the power in their relationship, all three being present at once makes this impossible for anyone who has any working knowledge of abuse to actually believe. Especially combined with the text and email evidence of Johnny Depp admitting to bad behavior towards Amber that was once again presented at the 2020 UK Trial (yes, I am reminding you that all of this is public information and has been for years. no there really is no excuse for why you believed him). And before I go any further, I want to make it clear that I do support male DV victims. I just don't support abusers taking advantage of our court system to terrorize their victims.

Okay, clueless, but you're just ignoring that amber admitting to hitting him in the ear and told him to "tell the world, Johnny, tell them ‘I, Johnny Depp, a man, I’m a victim, too, of domestic violence… and it’s a fair fight.’ And see how many people believe or side with you"! That proves that she made the whole thing up and she's the bad guy! Sorry to burst your bubble (I'm actually not), but with all the physical and historical evidence that Amber has, two recordings mean nothing to me. Remember what I told you about reactive abuse? Yeah, that's what those recordings are. Depp, the abuser, pushes and pushes and pushes until his victim snaps and he's able to record her saying semi-fucked up things to prove he's the victim instead. Because at this point, two recordings against hundreds of texts and emails and photographic evidence is adding up to a whole lot of nothing. However, I will paint two very common abuse situations that can easily explain these recordings away.

First, imagine you are in a fight with your abuser. It's a nasty screaming match with your partner hurling lies and the worst insults they could think of (a man who jokes about fucking burnt corpses probably knows quite a bit) over and over again while you are trying to make them see reason. They strike you, you defend yourself by hitting them in the ear. They were waiting for this so they exclaim, "wow, I can't believe you punched me," the words feeling like ice-cold water splashing over you. Regret and shame and guilt build up as you try to explain to them that you "didn't actually punch them, you hit them in the ear. not punching." It's easy to see how that type of recording can be misconstrued by your abuser in court later on.

Another scenario, in which you're meeting up with your abuser after divorcing him. He is trying to get you to back down and take back your abuse allegations, you refuse. You tell him you have all this evidence against him and you're going to continue to press charges. He tries to blackmail you with his own "evidence" and states that he'll tell the world that he's the abuse victim in the relationship, to which you tell him that nobody is going to believe him. Again, it's easy to see how that type of recording can be misconstrued by your abuser in court later on.

But, Clueless, that's just YOUR interpretation of the recordings; you cannot definitely call them reactive abuse situations without the full context. You're 100% correct on that, but at this point, if you believe anything that Johnny Depp has said on the stand, you're willfully ignoring the mountains of physical evidence contradicting him. It's not just that he has lied in court and been called out on those lies repeatedly, but the mental gymnastics you would have to do to accept these recordings as evidence of abuse but not the text messages, emails, letters, doctors records, photographs, etc. that Amber has previously submitted for evidence is inconceivable. When you're weighing two sides of an argument, the side that has the most evidence should win out, don't you think?

So far, we've established that Johnny Depp is a fucking liar and the evidence is in direct conflict with his version of events. We've established that Amber's 2018 article is factually accurate and abuse victims don't file defamation lawsuits. Now, let's discuss briefly the out-right lies going viral on social media right now. First of all, Amber's attorney NEVER claimed that the Milani kit was specifically used to cover up her bruises in their opening statement. I don't know if any of you took a public speaking course, but an opening statement is a lot like a persuasive speech and sometimes in speeches, props can be used for emphasis. Go back and read the full statement in context and see how the lawyer was obviously saying that Amber Heard was never seen with bruises on her face or body because she always carried MAKE-UP around. In fact, here is a fact check article with the full statement for you. I don't need to tell you guys that taking one sentence out of a paragraph puts it out-of-context immediately, and that in order to infer meaning, things must be read as a whole. The question and response tactic is extremely common when crafting public speeches, as it can add emphasis to what you are saying (important for a defense attorney to garner sympathy in their opening statement). However, this is just the opening statement and considering that the kit is not in evidence, the likely goal of the prop was to stick in the jurors' heads when questioning why she wasn't seen in public with bruises on (but what do I know?).

Furthermore, I want to make it abundantly clear that hiring a mental health professional to speculate on the sanity of her ex-wife because she accused you of abuse is textbook abuser behavior, not abuse victim behavior. In case you've never needed therapy before, I want to take this moment to let you know that the ONLY professional who can diagnose you with a mental disorder is in fact YOUR TREATING PROVIDER. This means that Amber Heard does not have BPD or HPD, as far as we know because we have not heard her therapist testify yet. I also want to the record to show that Dr. Curry was added to court proceedings as a witness to discuss Heard "showing signs of BPD" in February 2021, after a four hour dinner and drinks at Depp's house, but didn't actually meet Amber until DECEMBER 2021. If that doesn't scream smear campaign, I don't know what will. I have no idea why so many of you ran with this idea that Amber has BPD, based on the word of her ex-husband's medical team, but alas.

Actually, I do. You don't believe women. You say you do, you say you want to support victims of abuse and sexual assault but you don't actually support them. If you did, we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be writing this because you never would have paid any attention to this farce of a trial to begin with. You would have looked into the actual testimony and evidence and seen that Depp has been lying repeatedly, over and over again, if you bothered to believe anything he said at all because you would've known ALL of this beforehand. You would have kept up to date with the UK Trial, you would have known defamation lawsuits are a common abuser tactic, and you wouldn't take the claim that a shard of glass can finger to the bone at face value all because your favorite pirate is saying that's what happened. You should be ashamed of yourself, because this is shameful. It's shameful to continuously have to owe women collective apologies because we refuse to support them in their actual time of need. Women come to us, time and time again, and we spit in their faces, over and over again. How fucking pitiful are we that we cannot be bothered to learn from our fucking mistakes, the same ones we keep making over and over again, spanning decades, destroying hundreds of thousands of lives with our reluctance to hold men accountable for their shitty behavior.

And what does Amber have to show for it? Thousands of people calling her a cunt, a bitch, a whore, invalidating her pain and her terror all so that we didn't have to face how uncomfortable it makes us that someone like Johnny Depp can be such a fucking monster. Can you live with the discomfort of knowing you helped an abuser continue to psychologically torture and gaslight his victim, some of you engaging in the gaslighting yourself? You made Tik-Tok clips of her abuser lying on stand go viral, you pushed lies he told you to discredit her story, to make people look like bigots for disagreeing that Depp is an abuse victim. This is why women don't report their abuse, this is why so many of us walk in terror every fucking minute of every day of something like this happening to us. Not because we can't handle it, not because we wouldn't be able to survive such a horrific experience but because we know the second we do, we open ourselves up to this. We know that nobody will believe us, especially if we have been gaslit by our abuser, so we keep silent.

Is that any better?

Sources:

The UK Judgement can be found here.

All the evidence in the 2022 Virginia Defamation Trial can be found here, in the fourth and fifth tabs. Both Depp and Heard's evidence are listed here.

You can also use this website for more information.

More information about what counts as abuse here.

#i stand with amber heard #think piece #politics #feminism

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warmau · 3 years

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"congratulations and welcome to the team!"

the overly peppy voice that comes out of the body of the middle-aged man somehow doesn't match the soulless look in his eyes

he hands you a whistle and a t-shirt, which when you unfold greets you with the name of the water park you've been cursed to work at all summer

the font is big and bubbly and very, very, very yellow - it's almost nauseating

you turn the shirt around and on the back, in that same childish font, is the word staff

"jungwoo, glad to see you here again!"

you turn your head to see the man, who is your shift manager, patting a rather thin and tall looking boy on the back

he makes a gagging noise which the manager just laughs heartily at before dropping the same shirt and whistle in jungwoo's palm

"hey wait - which ride am i on this year?"

"um let me see - you're on ........ ah, the log flume with the new employee."

you motion to yourself because it seems like you're the only new face at the orientation

everyone else has cliqued up and is already mumbling about how much this is going to suck with each other

jungwoo slinks over and throws the shirt over his shoulder

"log flume kinda sucks, just so you know."

"really? i can't imagine getting sprayed by residual dirty water isn't a thrilling experience - especially when it happens a hundred times a day."

there's a pause and then a large grin forms of jungwoo's features

"oh - i like you."

you affirm the notion with a little bit of a prideful shrug and smile yourself

good, i think i like you too.

of course - when you and jungwoo first exchange these sentiments, it's nothing more than an employee-to-employee relationship

jungwoo has a sense of humor that either tends to fly over peoples heads or offend them (sometimes both)

but you catch on quickly and sometimes even beat him in a game of his own wits

during an opening shift where you two are testing the ride and cleaning up the waiting area, jungwoo confides that when he was in middle school someone had pointed out that he's "eccentric"

you scrunch your nose up as you tie a knot around the garbage bag in your hand

"eccentric is a polite way of saying fucking weird, you know that right jungwoo?"

"do you think im 'fucking weird' then?"

he does a pose and you shake your head with a little laugh

"no i think you're just....you."

he relaxes his limbs and tilts his head to the side, without a verbal answer you somehow sense that that was the one thing jungwoo really wanted to hear

working the log flume though - is as hellish as expected

most of your days are spent standing in those hot, cheap plastic ponchos and waving at families with screaming children or rowdy teenagers who barely fit in the ride with their bony knees

despite your efforts to keep dry, you and jungwoo always end up soaked

he's forgetful and clumsy so half the time you have to share the towel you bring with him, not to mention your lunch gets gobbled up by him too

you ask at some point why jungwoo just doesn't bring his own stuff - you are not a one-stop 7/11 shop

he laughs and takes a bite into the huge soft pretzel sold in the water park

"why should i bring anything, you've always got everything we need!"

a pang like the toll of a bell vibrates through the cavity of your chest

we - what about "we", there's no "we", there's just......."friends"

a sour taste in your mouth accompanies the thought and so you push it to the back of your mind

"still - at least start bringing your own change of clothes, you're too tall for any of my shirts."

"crop-tops are in though!"

you stare down at the switchboard that operates the log flume - the buttons with scraping labels, the emergency stop button, the little cubbies below where people leave their phones

the park is closing in thirty minutes and jungwoo has scampered off to hand in your ticket collection to the manager

the summer evening is hovering between the last beams of light and suddenly - alone at the top of the ride - something shifts

you unfile the thought you had before, the idea of what 'we' means to you and jungwoo

and you come to a daunting realization that, after only a couple of weeks of laughter and grueling minimum wage work, the statement "i think i like you too" is starting to take a new shape in your heart

"hey - did you drown up there?"

you lean over the side and see jungwoo below waving

even with the distance the essence of his warm shine floats up and tickles at your cheeks.

you swat it away, but it doesn't work.

"no - the log flume ghost caught me, i can't come down."

you joke back and he salutes

"wait there, i will come save you - i have fought that ghost once before!"

he's joking, but something flutters its wings when you hear him rush up the steps with all the seriousness of coming to get you. to save you.

when he reaches you - you mask the weird flush climbing up your spine - and pretend to be flailing

jungwoo gives you a kindergarten laugh as he joins in on the fun - a fake punch to the face of a fake ghost

he grabs you around the waist and tugs you toward him, and inches from his face, you see something behind the childish glint in the brown of his eyes.

he's so handsome.

"saved you! let's get out of here or the manager will accuse us of trying to sneak in overtime."

the weight of his hands on you is only described as comforting, easy. so very easy.

so even when he lets go and you are trailing behind him and the rest of the park employees after closing you miss it, you miss the touch of a friend who is becoming a lot more than just that.

"jungwoo's being switched to the lazy river starting today, that place is such a cease pool of idiocy that i need more coverage on it."

a groan escapes jungwoo before you can even process what the manager is saying

"what? but i hate that place most of all - do you know how many random dads get into fights on that thing?"

"am i going to be on log flume alone?"

your voice is way calmer than you expect it to be and the manager makes a passive motion with his hand, "yep - and i trust you'll handle it fine."

jungwoo's look is apologetic and slightly bitter, you reach out to give him a pat on the shoulder, but your palm hovers above the fabric of his shirt before pulling embarrassingly back to your side

either he doesn't notice or he chooses not to say anything because jungwoo turns and trudges over to the other three people assigned to the river

without jungwoo, the weird gnawing feeling of a summer crush only gets stronger, because now that he's not glued to your side

you miss him so terribly it almost makes you feel sick

coupled with the boredom of being alone the entire day with strangers seems to just worsen the symptoms

a week into the switch, you make the choice to visit jungwoo on your lunch break

you arrive just in time to see the aftermath of one of those dad fights he had mentioned

jungwoo is waist-deep in the water with two of those inflatable tubes on either side. he looks like he's negotiating a war truce between two disgruntled generals and he hands the tubes back as the men disperse to their respective families with scowls on their faces

jungwoo is also not wearing a shirt

"lazy river is much more hands-on then log flume"

the line of his back is lean and there are some healing bruises under his ribs which you can only assume are from his rather clumsy nature, the other thought of what could have caused them makes your head spin

"hey - i see you're literally in the trenches"

jungwoo turns and runs a hand through his wet bangs to get a better look at you. the action shouldn't make your knees feel like jelly.

"i hate this place, come over here and dunk my head underwater please."

you squat down near the edge and jungwoo wades closer to you

you place a brown paper bag beside you and motion to it

"im assuming you still aren't bringing your own lunches and are surviving off scraps from everyone else?"

he grins, "you know me so well"

i know i do - you think to say, but keep the words in your throat - i know i do, which is weird because we've been friends for a little over a month.

"hows log flume?"

"boring without you."

jungwoo whistles and you catch the way the sun makes every little drop of water on him glisten

"ill stop by on my break since you stopped by on yours"

a second of comfortable silence passes and jungwoo jumps up and out of the river with an ease

he grabs the lunch you've brought and is about to say something when a whistle from the other side of the river catches your attentions

"ugh this place is supposed to be lazy."

he complains and before he turns to the direction of the sound, he touches your cheek with the slightly wet palm of his hand

"thanks for lunch, see you later."

the gesture haunts you.

you even ask someone in the line for log flume what it means and she gives you a side glare that can only be conjured by a specific breed of mom.

you try to google it, but nearly drop your phone into the water.

jungwoo doesn't come by that day - he actually only manages to visit you the next day.

he shows up in his trunks, no shirt, and the towel he never gave back to you after he borrowed it over his shoulder

"sorry, do you know how many kids get food poisoning and decide the riv-"

you put up a hand to stop him from divulging details and jungwoo leans against the post that controls the ride as you wave off the next bunch of people

you feel him watch you before he joins you and helps start lowering the bar for the next log that splashes its way into the starting point

as you two go through the rows with practiced repetition

you meet in the middle

your hands both reach out to touch the bar, bringing it down over the laps of two young-looking middle schoolers who are pretending not to be holding hands

one of them giggles as you and jungwoo's fingers brush

the slight pass of skin on skin feels like a burst of electricity

stepping back to wave the group off - jungwoo slips in beside you and asks with a kind of strained sarcasm

"who takes their date on the log flume?"

"i think it's cute."

jungwoo doesn't miss a beat and that's what nearly knocks you backwards

"wanna go with me on our day off?"

jungwoo asks you on a date.

that you're sure off. but why - that's the part that does not click for you.

so is it a friend thing - are the 'we' on this 'date' just two friends running around the water park they work at with the freedom of having to not do their jobs? are the 'we' on this 'date' something completely different?

the nervousness makes you jump when jungwoo meets up with you at the bust stop and he doesn't look or feel any different than usual

you start to accept that your first thought is correct - this is a platonic date - nothing more

until you get to the waterpark and put your things away and jungwoo pulls a small container from his bag

"what's that?"

"you're always taking care of me, i want to take care of you for once too."

he opens it and inside are some lopsided looking cookies

"did you- jungwoo did you bake this?"

he poke his tongue out, but nods

"well, a friend who is a better cook than me helped."

they taste better than you could have imagined, you take a bite and understand that no something is definitely

different

friends don't hold their other friends hand the entire day

friends don't lean into their other friends shoulder while waiting in the line for one of the rides and then biting softly down on the skin, kissing it after like an apologetic kitten

and friends don't kiss their other friends in the dark, shady corner where a line of vending machines have been abandoned behind the pretzel stand

the infamous makeout spot that every water park employee buzzes about

when your date comes to an end and you and jungwoo are waiting for the bus back, you keep touching your lips.

jungwoo tastes like citrus when he kisses

there are some things i don't know about him

you smile to yourself when his pinkie brushes yours and hooks up with it as the bus approaches

i can't wait to learn all of them

it takes the manager exactly forty-eight hours to figure out you and jungwoo are dating.

everyone else in the park gets the memo the minute you two step into the staff room.

there's a little pushback against it, just because there is some stupid company policy, but the manager claps you both on your backs and whispers that whatever - it is summer - kids should have fun during the summer.

maybe the fun means sneaking kisses on lunch breaks, visiting each other on your off days, swapping shifts so you two can arrive and leave together

the fun of having jungwoo nuzzle his wet face into the back of your neck as he complains about work

the fun of having you trace patterns on his arm as you two wait for the bus home

the fun of seeing each other outside of work, sprawling across his bedroom floor and talking about nonsense

the fun of jungwoo's features shifting from languid and sleepy to acute as you shift your weight ontop of him and let your hands flirt with the hem of his shirt

"cover those up jungwoo, we are a family-friendly establishment"

the manager mumbles, motioning to jungwoo's neck with his pen

you thin your lips and jungwoo huffs, slapping a bandage or two on the slightly puffed skin

when the days get a little colder and the droves of families dwindle slowly, you know that your summer job is coming to an end

on your last days, you have back your uniforms and whistles and the manager makes a speech about how much good work has been done and how he's holding back his tears, but he's sure he'll see you next year

jungwoo mutters that you two can't come back here next year - you two should look into summer jobs at the mall or something

your last walk from the park gates to the bus stop home is calm, even a little chilly. jungwoo drapes a hand around your shoulder and pulls you into him for the warmth.

"we never got to go on the log flume together"

you suddenly muse and jungwoo coaxes his mouth into a frown

"you really want to go together on that contraption? it's not even fun."

"it's sentimental to us."

"that's a weird thing to say."

he looks at you and you poke his cheek

"it's an eccentric thing to say."

a number of summers pass until you and jungwoo ever follow up on the notion

actually, the one summer you two end up sitting together on the log flume, is not even at the water park from your memories

it's somewhere abroad

you're on vacation together and jungwoo claims you dragged him onto this thing

but you see the little smile he tries to hide when the bar comes down

the two teenagers working the ride brush their fingers as they do so, catching the look of shyness that passes from one to the other you giggle and take jungwoo's hand in your own

"what's funny?"

he asks and you tell him oh, nothing.

the ride starts and just as the log reaches the end of the dip - you let out a small shout of excitement

jungwoo joins you, but he doesn't just make a sound. he says something.

"i love you!"

oh, i think i like you too - the sweet taste comes back.

"i thin- i know i love you too!"

#shoutout to ONF - Sukhumvit Swimming #nct scenarios #jungwoo scenarios #nct au #jungwoo au #nct imagines #jungwoo imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 au #jungwoo #nct #nostalgia!au #sfw #water/

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cassthecringe · 3 years

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Apart from Jotaro and Kakyoin (unfortunately) what are your other favourite jojo ships? I’d love to know

OHHHH POST YOUVE OPENED A CAN OF FUCKING WORMS LET ME GO OFF

i have a disease that makes me invested in the joestars’ happiness to an absurd level so bc of that a lot of ships i enjoy involve,,,one joestar,,,but there r others i swear let me just start rantingi

jonaeriwagon is soooooo so so cute it involves the most wholesome and purehearted jojo characters and it makes me smile so wide. erina and jonathan r childhood sweethearts and erina helped jonathan back on his feet after he lost EVERYTHING in the first fight against dio at the mansion. jonathan and speedwagon are best FRIENDS OKAY!! SPEEDWAGON LITERALLY CHANGES HIS ENTIRE WALK OF LIFE BECAUSE OF JONATHAN AND THE KINDNESS HE SHOWED HIM. i know erina and speedwagon didn't interact a whole lot in part 1 but like they're BEST. FRIENDS. in part 2, so much so joseph thought something was going on between them. i bring this up bc then it’s proof that this ship is full of ppl who just care for each other so much. they just adore each other and love each other and I'm crying

caejoseq is my FAVVV OKAY they're so stupid and in love. i love love love love imagining caesar and suziq falling in love slowly when he’s first training as lisalisa’s student and like they never do anything about it cause they're both so shy (yes caesar is shy bc these feelings r more genuine romance rather than sexual, unlike his other flings) but it’s obvious enough they both understand to a degree the other knows they like them sjkd;dn cuties. but then JOSEPH BARGES IN with his stupid hamon-breathing mask and his stupid blue-green eyes and his stupid lax personality combined with the moments he takes thing seriously during which is works hard as fuck/smart as fuck. he just completely sweeps them off their feet they had no fuckin warning whatsoever. so after a bunch of messy and intense pining from the both of them they eventually sit down and are like okay. we should do smth about feelings actually. so they Do and it ends with the polycule and I'm (”: smiling so wide they loved each other do u understand

AVPOL!! DO NOT GET ME STARTED OKAY it’s the survivor’s guilt and cherishing and longing for me sis!!!!!! I'm just saying both have pasts (araki said avdol’s backstory was so sad he didn't wanna put it into sdc so that’s where I'm drawing this from) that leave them focused on things other than their direct happiness/their own futures but then they connect and even though they're so fucking different they are SOOO different they're still the same on this level and i think!!! that would be everything for them finally someone who understands...listen I'm ging to go insane do you hear me. avdol loves this stupid fucking Frenchman so much because said stupid fucking Frenchman just cares so much about everything. meanwhile polnareff is in love with this fuckin god of a man who’s patient and kind and funny and a skilled enough fighter it’s stated explicitly in canon “oh avdol’s the one we need to worry about most not jotaro” like fuck polnareff is ENAMOURED WITH HIM!! AND I DONT FUCKING BLAME HIM!! and just dude. when pol thinks avdol came back to life and he starts crying tears of joy and hugs him so tightly and avdol just laughs but hugs him back imfmfjfj help. help. help. help. help. POLNAREFF LITERALLY ASKS HIM OUT ON A DATE THIS IS FUCKIN!!! CANON!!! i cant do this stupid fuckign idiots i love them

JOSUYASU!!!!!! TWO GUYS BEIGN DUDES WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??? like listen we have such a SLEW of wholesome moments between these two the opening to the tonio episode is literally just them going on a date OKUYASU WAS GONNA FEED JOSUKE AND JOSUKE DIDNT EVEN FUCKING QUESTION IT OKAY THAT’S KINDA GAY THAT HAS ROMANTIC FUCKING UNDERTONES!! and them fighting against shigechi idk man i just love their dynamic it’s such a pleasant bro relationship and i love them. but even beyond the wholesome moments when okuyasu fucking dies josuke loses his SHIT!!! DO YOU HEAR ME HE GOES FUCKIGN INSANE!!!!! HE’S SCREAMING AND CRYING AND BEGGING OKUYASU TO WAKE UP AT THE EXPENSE OF HIS LIFE FUCKIGN HAYATO HAD TO SHRIEK AT HIM TO MOVE HIS ASS OUT OF THE WAY OF KIRA’S BOMB LIKE!! listen the recklessness and furiousness of josuke’s tactics after okuyasu “”died”” haunts me. he didn't want to live in a world without him and meanwhile okuyaus LITERALLY TRIUMPHS OVER DEATH BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE JOSUKE’S SIDE HELP ME GIRL FJKF;NDJN FUCK. fuck. so yeah i lvoe them

fugionara... any combination of this ship makes me go nuts okay okay. the dynamics in the bucci gang will forever leave me in tatters but THE ONES BETWEEN THESE THREE IN PARTICULAR. FUCK ME UP. it’s the healing it’s the animosity it’s the regret it’s the trying to figure out your own mentally ill self while also the world ur in with these ppl u love so much and I'm going crazy okay okay okay. idk how to quite put my feelings for them in worlds i just have a lot of them and they are fuckin. overhwelming. just narancia for example meant EVERYTHING to fugo as evidence by purple haze feedback (literally every other paragraph is a flashback) and the only time giorno cries in the anime is when narancia dies. meanwhile fugo saved narancia’s life and giorno knew when to take narancia seriously as opposed to a joke. and then THE WHOLE DISCUSSION ABOUT GRIEF FUGO AND GIORNO HAVE IN PURPLE HAZE FEEDBACK? listen something about these three make me go insane and feral

foolymes like okay. okay. I'm shaking like a dog trying not to go overboard on this justification just listen to me. hermes and jolyne first find someone to trust in prison in each other. jolyne cares abt her enough that she first learns how to use stone free’s string-on-a-telephone ability bc she wanted to watch over hermes. hermes loves nd respects jolyne that after she wakes up from getting a stand shes like “hm. wonder where jolyne is” and goes to find her before all that bullshit happened just hey okay LISTEN TO ME!! and then they get foo they save her it’s just like fucking kakyoin they give her another chance and they show her what relationships are supposed to be like (fulfilling) they enjoy her company and make her laugh and she makes them laugh in return ohmy god EVERYTHING FOO FIGHTERS DID WAS FOR JOLYNE AND HERMES DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!! the marilyn mansion debt collector arc. the kiss of love and revenge arc. foo fighter’s death. I'm going to eat rocks in an attempt to stop feeling oh my god JOLYNE DIDNT EVEN BELEIVE FOO FIGHTERS WAS DYING AND THEN SHE GOT HYSTERICAL LIKE “BUT WE CAN JUST REMAKE YOU RIGHT WE HAVE YOUR STAND DISC??” SHE DOESNT WANT HER TO GOOO HELP ME HELP ME. I'm in tatters these three girls loved each other so fucking much they just wanted each other safe and they DESERVED to be safe and happy together but araki is fucking evil

jotaweather I KNOW THIS IS A CRACK SHIP I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW DONT FUCKIGN LOOK AT ME JUST HEAR ME OUT. jotaro and weather r both of similar demeanor that is quiet soft-speaking intimidating strong big aura of sadness coming from them. both have powerful stands and both had real fucked up luck in the love department. i also hc both to be autistic so that’d be another similarity. i jus think them settling down together after everything went down in a stone ocean au would be very soft and sweet yknow? they wouldn't even necessarily start it off in a romantic sense but they just take the time to try and heal with each other and eventually it just kinda veers that way. yeah

gyjo for OBVIOUS reasons like are you serious? gyro changed johnny’s fucking lfie from the SECOND they first interact johnny begins to push himself and tries to reach further/go further. and in turn johnny shows gyro you cant always be a wet blanket you need to take a stand this both helps his resolve to save the kid AND helps him to take the measures necessary to get to his goal. like gyro would not have been able to find johnny in the “who shot johnny joestar?” arc if he hadn't gone through, say, the ring roadagain arc with johnny first. listen man their relationship is literally the catalyst for this whole part it’s the driving force i just. they love each other they love each other thank you goodnight I'm emo

yasugap is just so so so so sweet it makes me so happy,,like okay josuk8 literally has a daydream where all that happens is he gives yasuho some candy and she eats it and is like “aw josuke this is so good thanks!” and she smiles at him and that’s IT THAT’S THE DAYDREAM 😭 listen they just love each other so much and i am emo. they literally SAVED EACH OTHER OKAY LIKE yasuho pulls him from the dirt and like she mentioned during the flashback chapter with the hairpin and her dad, it was also the other way around....saving josuke also saved herself and just LISTEN TO ME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. it’s a very sweet and healthy relationship and i hope to god araki makes it canon please sir ill bite you

anyway yeah these are the main main ones ? that i ship ship. like you'll get me excited if u mention them. anyway this post has gone on long enough so I'm gonna end it here by saying i really do have a thing where the relationship focuses on healing/helping one or both parties to save/improve themselves

#THIS IS SO MESSY IM SORRY I DIDNT PROOFREAD ANYTHING #uhm but yeah these guys. drive me nuts!#jjba #jojo spoilers #nothing too heavy but just in case #cass cries #iwannagrill

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what's your thoughts on cyberpunk 2077? I'll fully admit i didn't like the final product and felt like there was tons of missed opportunities, wasted characters and plot lines, and a bunch of stuff that were just not handled well. But i'm not here to just bash on the game, i want to hear your opinion on it

I know that it's popular to hate on for the reasons of "it was popular" and "it marketed by a transphobic social media team" (of which, the latter makes sense but it is NOT reflective of the product.) I tend to ignore people who are hyperbolic about that kinda stuff because a lot of them just ran out and bought Red Dead Redemption 2 or engage in media made by abusers and actual transphobes. The moral high ground politicking by those who hated CP2077 is actually hilariously ridiculous. Anyway, that's less about the game and more about how dumb some folks were being. More below about the game itself.

It is a janky game, it required at least two to three major patches for what's in game to be functional fully, and having to beat back their game to fit into the shitbox that is the PS4 and other consoles was not a task I envy. CDPR's higher leadership also are silly cunts and the crunch they faced up to release is not so good. Although in hindsight, with the Naughty Dog and Act-Blizz shit, at least the women weren't abused and they actually got paid and benefits for their overtime thanks to Polish labor law. God, America needs to unfuck itself so much.

That being said: I loved it. I felt it was a good representation of Pondsmith's Cyberpunk universe. I enjoyed almost all of the characters, loved the vibe, had fun just driving around Night City with the crowds, the ads, the radio. I've beaten it once and I have about 3 different save files half-way or more through completion.

I'm not one of those people who saw "wallrunning" in a trailer from 2018 and expected it to be in the game (and angry that it wasn't, even if they said it wasn't gonna be in it for literal years.) I think in the end its about as janky as Witcher 2 was, and considering it's a new IP that's not all that bad for eastern european developers. We've gotten a dozen or so jankier, shittier games from eastern europe since CP2077 released but because they didn't have a marketing budget, people don't really care. That's a whole thing we could spend a while on.

As someone who is chronically ill, poor, and wants more out of life I connected with V's story. I also hated Johnny at first because I know of that little shitbag from the TTRPG but over time he actually grew on me. I love the idea of the flashbacks to Arasaka tower being so different because it's how Johnny saw what he did, not necessarily the truthful representation. I dunno if that's like, canon, or whatnot, but it fits that blowhard so much that I choose to believe it fully. I hate that guy but he became a good friend.

I felt that all the performances were solid. T-Bug deserved more time on screen, though. Other than that I loved all the character side missions and felt they wrapped things nicely for almost all of them. At least until we get ourselves those expansion packs.

Oh, I lied. Judy Alvarez is perfect, and she needs 2000% more dialogue and stuff to do. I'd go visit my Night City Wife after every mission and she seldom had too much to say. More of that downtime conversation would've been awesome. I don't necessarily mean downtime activities - I actually hate Grand Theft Auto and Ubisoft time-wasting bullshit. It's why I liked CP2077's side content being tactical blast some baddies time for the most part. If I want to fucking play poker, I'd play fucking poker.

Any major issues I have with the game tend to stem from my issues with Cyberpunk 2020 and Cyberpunk RED as a whole. The narrative nihilism of the Cyberpunk universe is lame as hell. I'm a Shadowrun girl. There's always hope - even if the Horrors are making Lofwyr piss his dragaloons (that's dragon pantaloons) there's still space for a group of ne'er-do-wells to do some violence well. I also think that if you choose certain endings, you end up with a horribly optimistic turn on things! That left a good taste in my mouth. I wanna find this cure for neurological death that V's going through and I'm glad they explicitly said that it's a possibility.

tl;dr: not perfect but I love it and am waiting for more. Adored the story, characters, all that jazz.

#controversial #cyberpunk 2077 #long post #quarianrambles #i dont expect anyone to remotely agree with me #its almost a pathological resposne to hate this game even if you've never played it #as someone familiar with CP2020 it was a great adaptation of that material #I also hold no moral high ground over anyone who didn't like this game #a lot of it just felt Made For Me and I love it for that!#I regularly play jank and games and find I enjoy them so w/e

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Justice League Spectacular #1 (1992)

Just off-panel: Bibbo's ice cream truck.

I probably shouldn't be reading this or Justice League Quarterly before I read the Giffen/DeMatteis Justice League but what can I do? That's the order they were placed in the short box! It would be a different story if free will were not an illusion but since it is, my hands are tied. It's either read this or, um, I don't know. Die from a temporal paradox? I won't risk it! I was looking through a bunch of my old writing and art last week and discovered a bunch of the kind of sentimental and sort of intellectual crap young people write. It's the kind of stuff you hide away and never show anybody ever and hope that when you die, it'll just get tossed in a dumpster with your old porn and Magic the Gathering cards. But it got me thinking about how brave I am! So brave! The kind of brave you wouldn't hesitate to call some jerk who signed up for the military because he couldn't live as a civilian. No, no. More braver than that! And being this super brave kind of person, I thought that maybe I should share some of this old poetry with everybody! But not yet! You have to work up to being truly brave! So instead, I'll share this piece of artwork I did that was supposed to be the first in a lengthy and disgusting series. It's of Lord Fondlerot, a character I created for the Dwarflover online comic I used to do. He was really into fucking things and I thought, "Hey! I should do a series of drawings where he fucks every creature in the monster manual!" But instead of doing an entire series, I drew one picture and grew either bored or disgusted with the concept. So here's that one picture:

Lord Fondlerot fucking an Axebeak.

Now you're probably wondering just how terrible my poetry must be if I'm opening with that! Well, you'll see soon enough! This issue begins with Sue Dibny still alive and visiting a Florida theme park with her husband, The Elasticated Man. Wow, remember when Sue Dibny was killed and all the heroes freaked out about their secret identities and considered doing intense brain damage to every single person who ever knew any of their identities until they found out that The Atom's ex-wife Jean Loring had gone cuckoo for Atom's cocoa puffs? She wanted them back so bad that she began threatening and murdering the loved ones of all the super heroes. It was the kind of story DC sometimes does where you read it and think, "Well, the twist at the end of that mystery was definitely worth the destruction of the most stable marriage in the DC Universe and also the death of Firestorm and Captain Boomerang! So good!" I mean it doesn't make you think that. It makes you think the exact opposite. Tom King would eventually do pretty much the same thing in Heroes in Crisis but instead of Jean Loring fucking up by accidentally killing Sue Dibny and murdering more people to cover her tracks, Wally West fucks up and kills Poison Ivy and some others and then tries to cover his tracks. But at least Tom King's had all of those entertaining scenes where the heroes are doing therapy and we get to see how much they're all suffering from PTSD. That's always a fun aspect of super heroes we never get to read enough about. Dammit! I keep doing it. I meant it was the opposite of fun! Although I still liked it because sometimes I just like seeing other people in pain. Not in a sick perverse way where I pop a boner or something! Just in that way where you sit around all day thinking, "My life is terrible and everything is wrong and I hate my parents for bringing me into this wretched existence and the only thing that might make me feel better is to learn that Superman sometimes feels the same way." Oh, remember when Tom King was writing Batman and he had that two issue Booster Gold arc where we got to see how fucking insane Booster Gold was from living through all of those horrible, wretched, dark alternate timelines? And the only way he can deal with the trauma and the PTSD is by making a joke out of everything? I'll have to think of that as the canon Booster Gold when I'm reading Giffen and DeMatteis's Justice League. Maybe it'll make all of Booster and Beetle's inappropriate joking more appropriate. Back to the story, Sue Dibny, alive and well, and her husband Ralph "The Elasticated Man" Dibny are busy showing a bunch of European diplomats around the non-Disney World theme park.

See? You can tell they're European because they're all smart and shit.

The first stop in the park is to Alice's Wonderland where the diplomats are attacked by the Royal Flush Gang. They are a gang whose theme is playing cards and not expensive toilets. Their powers are the ability to ride on gigantic cards and to make poker puns.

If looking good in tight fitting costumes is also a power, it's my new answer to the question of which super power would I choose..

Ten's outfit reminds me of the days when nipples were allowed to show through tops without being erased away through some kind of editing software. The 70s were a wild decade! Sure, there were also nips on television in the 80s but the 80s, generally speaking, sucked and were a huge contribution to the downfall of America.

The King of Spades mansplaining their entire concept to the Queen of Spades.

It's true that the royal flush beats any other poker hand but I doubt Superman is going to surrender after this concept is explained to him because, in the end, they're not fucking playing poker. It turns out Maxwell Lord paid the Royal Flush Gang to make a little trouble so the Justice League could beat them up and get some media attention. But the Justice League has apparently broken up and The Elasticated Man just isn't hero enough to save the European delegates all by himself. He might have been if the Royal Flush Gang had done what they were told and not really fight back. But why would they do that?! Wouldn't they still be in trouble with federal agents?! Booster Gold finds Blue Beetle busy pouting in the old Justice League cave headquarters. Booster has decided to try to cheer his old buddy up although why wouldn't Booster just travel to a timeline where Ted Kord is already cheered up? Is that how time travel works in the DCU? Or did Booster already try that, it went horribly sideways, and now he's a little more fucked up in the head when he returns to the "real" timeline?

For some reason, Ice and Fire have also come down to the cave. Probably to accidentally go on a double date with Booster and Beetle. Booster and Fire and Beetle and Ice hear a news report about the Royal Flush Gang and decide to go save Ralph. Superman also hears about the situation and heads to Florida where he's almost immediately defeated by The Royal Flush Gang. Not because they're dangerous and competent super villains but because some mysterious benefactor has give them weapons capable of knocking out Superman's powers. Maxwell Lord is not that benefactor so who could have done it? Certainly not Guy Gardner, right?! What would he want with getting the Justice League back together. Isn't he busy being Warrior or something by this point? Power Girl, Metamorpho, and Guy Gardner all join in on the fight. The guy behind it all is that Weapons Master dude who is desperate to get a new weapon for his arsenal: a Green Lantern ring. The attack on the Royal Flush Gang fails to get him the ring so he decides to attack directly. But not in this issue! He has to wait for a regular series issue. Ice uses Guy's ring to contact Hal Jordan because somebody finally decided this Justice League wasn't really a big league Justice League. Everybody reading it knew it for years. But I guess Dan Jurgens was assigned the task to get a new, more believably powerful League together. So Hal Jordan flies around to pick up some new members to save the day. He chooses The Flash and Aquaman which seems about right. But he also chooses Crimson Fox which seems like sliding backwards into goofy Justice League territory. Not that I totally approve of Aquaman but I have to admit he's a "serious" choice for the League.

Doctor Light also joins the party. Although why she'd keep the name of a pedo, I couldn't guess. Just become Lightwoman or something. But no! Once some jerk earns their doctorate, they just have to demand to be called Doctor.

I'm sorry. I was too distracted pointing out that Doctor Light joined the fight and how her namesake was a pervert to comment on Metamorpho acting like a huge fucking pig. Crimson Fox beats up some guys dressed as cards and admits that she's a boring idiot whose favorite part of the game is shuffling the cards. I understand the need to think up some kind of goofy one-liner when you go into battle but shouldn't you at least try to think up one that doesn't make yourself sound like a pathetic asshole? Weapons Master's plan failed but he figures he has enough information to get Green Lantern's ring next time. He'll then sell it to a Dominator for a few bucks and maybe some slaves. The big hitters talk it over and decide they should start a new Justice League without the approval of the United Nations. Yeah! Who needs some stupid Earthly authority when you've got an invulnerable Kryptonian, an all powerful space cop, and the king of the seven seas! All they need is a Greek Goddess and a mentally ill furry with a long history of violent behavior and they'll have the big team back together! Booyah! I mean, without that stupid Booyah shit because Cyborg is basically a toaster at this point. Maybe. I don't know! What am I, Johnni DC, Continuity Cop?! The heroes make one more decision: split the group into two Leagues. So once again, they're forming Justice League America and Justice League Europe. How come I don't remember this shit?! Did the comics get canceled in '92 and then immediately fired back up? I don't seem to remember two different incarnations of these teams. Maybe I should have stored my comic books in chronological order so it would all make sense. Justice League Spectacular #1 Rating: C. I just read the letters pages and it looks like this comic book takes place between JLA #60 and JLA #61! So editorial decided the teams needed to be shaken up and the best way to do it was to disband the League in the regular series, have a special one-shot comic that gets them back together but with a different roster, and then send them back to work in the next issue of the regular series. I guess I should just shove this comic book into the middle of the regular series so when I reread it all again in my 80s, it'll make more sense! Let's close with the worst drawing of Aquaman I've ever seen:

Actually, he looks a little bit like Grunion Guy.

#Justice League Spectacular #Justice League #DC COmics #DC #Dan Jurgens #Gerard Jones

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johnny bravo - johnny goes to bollywood (pre-movie)

so clearly it wasnt the movie, i have no idea what episode this was really “episode 1″ was written the video had 4k views and the channel was obscure

but thats beyond the point since im still gonna review the shit out of this episode:

first to begin

were greeted by a lovely bunch of indian women dancing and chanting in an inexistant language i guess (ps: the episode was in indian i think for some reason i havent looked it up either they actually have like i know the movie is americano-indiano w/e but why is this specific episode, which is it even an episode? i shoulda asked for a more precise one but who cares i dont

so after being greeted by this, kinda racist doe but its the 90s the world still evolving cant except much from them can we? ill let it slide but its losing points not surprising but not cool anyway racism aint rad yo

moving on: we see johnny laying on his couch, what he gonna do? well after watching an ad for “jiggy’s jiggalicious (extra-sexy-sexiness-leveling-up) hair gel” he decides to order some quick by the phone and dring drang the mailman comes to him quick and good

handing the true power (gel) for johnnys hair, amazing really but like johnny doesnt even need it look at his fucking hair guys obviously the guy already puts an incredibly amount of gel actually this is what he looks like without his gel

so im taking them a few points down there cause thats denying that johnnys hair is actually pretty well stylized in a jock kinda way but nah johnny aint even this close to that its different still adding +2 points to see his great french fries au naturel if you know what i mean,

next thing you know

the gel works and johnny gets all the chicks outside like really ALL of them and not even only chicks an elephant, men, cars or w/e its a mess he learns fast that with great powers come great responsabilities but johnny isnt about it that guy literally sent the bill to his mama what are responsabilities? how is he even living alone? why is he in bollywood???? who the fuck knows, now it is

“johnnywood”

quickly he meets little girls, i feel like children helping johnny out or him seeking help to them is pretty much a recurring event in there like hes the lil oliver of the streets dogs kinda going with the big dogs trynna life that lifestyle learn the rules by them except he is the adult one and theyre just kids no ones gonna teach you shit johnny because you dont get teached in this hood you get ditched

still pretty epic music going on there digged that dancing johnny sequence with his new hairstyle i get that his moves were great as i just said but apparantly the kids are the only ones not affected by them btw, because the hair gel makes him throws some sike dance there and there which charms people by zapping them with a sexiness-ray-lasers w/e

now that he learned how dangerous the power of being hot and so sexy no one can resist you like no one and with the help of little girls (who are only helping against bubblegum otherwise ofc little girls wouldnt randomly help a grown man dancing 24/24h thats wack too wack and shit thank god johnny is mentally a kid or not? actually nothing can make it, out of contxt, less weird thinking about an adult man who keeps flexing hanging out with little girls daily or mostly so quite often either its his neighbour or just randos

so next they try many things to stop j from being sexy except one thing ill tell later

nothing works so johnny, pinky (youngest girl) and shinky (the older one) go to seek help from the great jiggy himself but the guard wont let them in like this

to get him to let them in our handsome fella shakes his muscles and

the guard falls under his charm and let him in

finally we meet jiggy himself and hes surrounded by his main and side hoes an entire harem of hot chicks all laying and touching him as he sits on his big throne slash chair, quickly THE MAN asks if johnny tried out all his different gels to which he answers positively after a flashback of everything theyve tried before coming to him and so ((ps: i want you guys to know about the two fucking great songs following up in this scene (one with jiggy the man (i do not like that guy tbh have you guys seen his ass? terrible its not even about his ass fuck his vibes is all i only go by johnny who has an excuse to be dumb(( aside from being a himbo))

back to whipping your sheeps: the question: “have you washed your hair with water?”

ofc he hasnt so we discover a big thing here, bravo is dumb so very dumb man wait no that aint a surprise yet it still has something behind it: how often does he even shower? he must be well kept since he takes big pride in his body though he just forgot to wash his hair with water? crazy idk what to think of this ill give my final words on this episode after the quick explaination im giving you here

so thats it btw he goes wash his hair, everything is back to normal, hes back in the getting-slapped after the good old “hot mamma” the balance is back on track

in conclusion?

well everyone this was a very revealing episode and also one of the episodes where our man actually gets the chicks and the zoo but also we learn shit like:

he is in bollywood today! wow! gonna -1 this because it was not explained why and yea ill prob check the movie out

he forgets about washing your hair with water: asks the question “how many fucking times a month does he? is it all gel?”

im downgrading this episode from 8 letters because of jiggys appareance fuck him and his ass, harem and whatnot

also it was in indian(???) this is neutral im just reminding you the context ( yes the voices were fitting enough)

final thoughts: this was an average episode the music was 6/10(basic bollywood) , johnny acted like he always does: no brain cells are available theyre all cooking themselves some protein bars as the other fews are taking fitness classes as we speak so they cant do their job

what saved this? bravos moves thats all i have to say on this matter

tg, out

#review #johnny bravo #cartoon reviews #reviews #johnny bravo review

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Top 11 Worst Cartoons of the 2010′s!!

We had so many great cartoons introduced in this decade and while I haven't seen every last one I can say this decade was one of the best for animation in general! Sadly for every good animated show produced in this era there are also some bad apples in the bunch the following cartoons are some of the worst I have seen but please remember this is only my opinion if you like any of these shows then that's great continue to enjoy them don't let me stop you!!!

Now let's get this list started!!!

11. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs the series (2017-2018)

Ok before we talk about the show I want to make one thing clear I don't hate the films in fact I actually find them enjoyable even going as far as calling them guilty pleasures the show on the other hand is a huge flop compared to the movies were the films had creativity and fun humor the show lacks that in fact this is by far the most boring show to be based on a freaking film about an invention that makes it rain food!! The other problem I have with this show is it's set before the events of the films so Flint hasn't even become an inventor yet but instead it's about him in high school and apparently him and Sam knew each other already did they even watch their first film!? Also the mayor is the principle because why not seriously this has got to be the worst show based on a hit animated film it's so painfully unfunny that I question how kids found it entertaining to begin with!!!! Not every movie needs a tv series and this one proves it!

10. Total Dramarama (2018-ongoing)

Oh the pain to see the Total Drama series downgraded to this especially since the original Total Drama Island took a ton of risk for a show aimed at kids also how did we go from a series that spoofed reality shows to a bad Muppet Babies rip-off!! What's really sad is that creators have no desire to produce a new Total Drama series they just want to work on this. On the plus side it's still not as bad as other shows your going to see later on the list.

9. Super Noobs (2015-ongoing)

Other then the "how do you do fellow kids" title I wasn't expecting this show to wow me considering it was brought to you by the same dude that brought us Johnny Test aka the original most hated cartoon of all time I got the DA pics to back me up! The worst part is this show has a very interesting concept but it's ruined due to the bad humor and characters. The show is about a group of outcast middle schoolers who receive super powers in the form of power balls from aliens who then become their mentors and how they must save the world from an evil virus that threatens the world sounds like an awesome plot too bad it's not pushed further.

8. Almost Naked Animals (2011-2013)

Yes this is a children's cartoon not a title for an X rated film. All I can say about this show is why? Why would anyone greenlight a show about an animal nudist hotel not only is it disgusting but those character designs yikes!!!! They look so ugly looking no one wants to see something that looks this hideous!! Not to mention the humor is just as terrible as the art design.

7. Breadwinners (2014-2016)

You know when you feature twerking in your show you automatically fail. The best way I can describe this cartoon is it's just awful first off the two idiot main characters who I'm not going to refer by name since they are some of the most stupidest names for characters seriously SwaySway and Buhdeuce!? Anyway the show is about these two "ducks" I say ducks like that since they look nothing like ducks they look like frogs or aliens or something. Try to make your character if they are an animal try to look as close as possible as the species they're supposed to be so it will make it easier for you audience to identify them. Well they fly around in a rocket car or something I really don't care and deliver bread to stock-image ducks which brings me to another problem they can't even draw background characters they just go on Google find a duck photo and photoshop cartoon eyes and whatever on it how lazy a can you be!! Also I found out a long time ago your actually not supposed to give ducks bread yeah it can use malnutrition and illness to them so this cartoon is spreading the wrong message to kids.

6. Brickleberry (2012-2015)

You know why I despise most adult cartoons because most of them are either trying way to hard to be quote on quote "adult" with overuse of swearing, gore, shock humor, and sex jokes and guess what this show is full of this!! Not only is the animation similar to that to Family Guy it's just as disgusting and offensive!!! The show revolves around these park rangers and their everyday lives at their jobs and the characters aren't very good either they are pretty much all assholes, stereotypes of usual characters you see in adult animation, and your typical characters that are just there to offend you! In fact the little bear cub character is pretty much the shows answer to Brain from Family Guy with the personality of Cartman from South Park. Now I haven't seen this show in a long time but I just remember it wasn't a pleasant experience if you want to check it out just be warned it's not for the faint of heart. Also the creators of this show produced another show for Netflix that is just a carbon copy with cops instead of rangers and I though that Seth McFarlane was lazy when it came to plots!! It's called Paradise P.D. btw

5. Teen Titians Go! (2013-Ongoing)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah you've heard it all before this show is garbage, a disgrace to DC comics, stupid etc. The animation community has tore this show apart so there really isn't much to say that already hasn't been said but I will say this I never intended to hate this show as much as I do in fact I was fine with it when it fist came out I mean the original Teen Titians cartoon from 2003 will always be better then this show in every possible way but I wasn't one of the fans to jump on the hate wagon when this was announced I mean I had nothing wrong with it just focusing on comedy if you remember correctly the original had eps that were just as silly and bizarre. The main reasons why this show is so high up on this list is for the following reasons the first is I've never seen a show like this disrespect a fan base this much it's like the creators have it out for the original fans and they get joy out of mocking them with all these pathetic critic call out eps they do it also shows that they can't take criticism at all!!!! Second is how the creators view their show and animation in general they literally came out in an interview and said the reason why they made the show so stupid is because it's for children you do know kids aren't stupid right guys they deserve shows that don't try to talk down to them!!!! But the main reason for my anger towards this show is how they made an episode awhile were the moral literally was that cartoons are only for kids and told the original fans to grow up!! Mainly the creators themselves have this warped mindset that I honestly wish would just die out that only children should be allowed to watch cartoons and that their show should be immune to all the hate since it's for kids so they use the "just for kids" excuse for their show being like it is. It's hard to believe they would even have a mindset like that when they are adults themselves making an animated cartoon show. I didn't mean to rant this long but I mainly hate everything this show stands for and sadly it's going onto to get 300+ eps. Personality I really think it's time for this show to officially Go not because I don't like it's mainly because it's showing signs it's on it's last legs and with that Sixth Titian thing they pulled this summer and repeating episode plots is starting to show that the writers are becoming burned out this show was never good but I think it's time it ended. There are tons of other reasons this show is bad but I rather not go into them this has gone on long enough already.

4. PPG 2016 (2016-Ongoing)

Well TTG isn't the worst reboot/spinoff Cartoon Network produced in this decade the honor has to go to this piece of trash Powerpuff Girls 2016!! Why was this made simple CN wanted more money so they made this show to sell toys yes that was the only purpose of this reboot to sell merchandise too bad the show sucked so hard that the target demo along with the fans of the original Powerpuff Girls hated it! There are tons of problems with this reboot that have already been explained such as god awful animation errors, bad writing, and let's not forget the memes those outdated memes. Not to mention they removed the character Ms. Bellum since the creator thought that having a beautiful, warm-hearted, motherly, intelligent and strong-willed woman on the show was offensive to the new generation! Not to mention they got rid of breast but they did allow the girls to twerk tho!!! Yes because having an intelligent good-looking woman with boobs is bad but kindergarteners doing a sexually explicate dance is fine!! Seriously I feel so bad for Craig McCracken it was bad enough he was screwed over by Disney but to have his show turned into this!!

3. The Problem Solverz (2011-2013)

If you want to know my opinion for the worst animated show Cartoon Network has ever made it would be this one! Not only is the show ugly to look at but it uses enough bright colors to make your eyes bleed. The show is about these detectives who solve problems in their home town too bad they cause 90% of the problems they need to solve. These characters are so nasty to look out we got this ugly fish-like man, some robot, and a big nosed hideous lipped Domo wannabe. It was cancelled from tv but ran it's final season on Netflix. I still feel pain for any child that had to sit though this.

2. Pickle and Peanut (2015-2018)

Ugh this show!!!! If you've never seen it you may guess this would be something on Adult Swims line up since they're more known for wired shows like this but no it's not from Adult Swim in fact you'll never believe who made this Disney!!! Yes Disney Television Animation produced this the very same company that bought us shows like Gravity Falls, Phineas and Ferb, Star Vs. and so on made this garbage. There are several problems with this show first off the animation remember when I said that Breadwinners was lazy for using stock-images as background characters well this is the same damn thing but in reverse they couldn't even animate a pickle and a gosh darn peanut this is a peeve I have with most modern cartoons if it's not for a joke then why use stock-images it just makes your show look lazy! Second the humor it sucks it's mainly is "trying" to be Regular Show since both characters are slackers and get into bizarre adventures. Also this show loves to show gross-out shots like the ones in Spongebob for example but unlike Spongebob these are not funny and just plain disgusting like how is this show fun for kids to watch I mean I can understand why kids love cartoons like TTG but I can't see any child liking a show like this!!! Finally we have to talk about the god awful theme song it's not even a theme song but a random robot voice listing off things adults think that children are into so pretty much they're trying way too hard to appeal to kids just like with PPG 2016. There really isn't much more to say about this show it's just awful and it's still hard to believe Disney had a part in making this.

Now it's time for the cartoon from the 2010's that I believe disserves the crown as the worst show from this decade. Out of all the shows I've seen this year none of them of completely disgusted me more then this one it pretty much has everything I despise in modern adult animation it makes Brickleberry look tame in comparison!!! It comes to us from our friends at Adult Swim may I present to you the cartoon that I consider the worst!

1. Mr. Pickles (2013-Ungoing)

I honestly don't know where to start on this one it's just god awful!! First it's got all the things I despise in adult animation shock humor, sex jokes, violence for the sake of it, and ugly character designs!! The show is about a family who owns a dog who is either the devil himself or one of his loyal followers and the dog does extremely messed up things to people stuff I rather not try to remember let's just say this show is MA for reason. If you have a faint heart please stay away from this show at all cost!!!

So there it is my opinions for the worst shows from this decade I hope you all enjoy it since I worked really hard on it.

I didn’t include Big Mouth or Paradise P.D. because I’ve never seen them but yeah I know they’re bad.

#top list #cartoons #my stuff #just my opinion #I'm going to make a best list soon #worst cartoons #ttg #cartoon network #nickolodeon #adult swim

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stories-and-other-fun-things · 6 years

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Assassin Cain

Part 3 (Final Part)

He arrived in Paris just a few hours before the sun was going to set and it was pouring down with rain.

"Going to be a wet murder then." He muttered under his breath then started to head off to the location he was given of the Crusader. After a few minutes of searching Cain realised he was being followed by three men. He saw an alleyway and began walking down it and sure enough the three men followed him.

"Fuck..." He muttered under his breath because the alley stopped at a wall and went no further. He drew his sword and wrapped his chain around it and got ready. One of the men drew two swords, one drew a shotgun and the other drew a double headed axe. The man with the double headed axe. was Cain's target, meaning they were all Crusaders.

"Johnny, go first. Then you Rick. And if the both of you fail he's mine." Cain's target told his lackeys. Johnny had the two swords. They circled each other until Johnny tried to strike at Cain's head. Cain dived out of the way and slashed down Johnny's right leg which made him cry out in pain. Cain then turned, ran, jumped and plunged his sword straight through Johnny's neck rendering him dead. Cain then threw his sword at Rick who didn't react fast enough and copped Cain's sword to his chest. Cain flicked his wrist and pulled the chain which bought his sword back to him.

"That's quite a neat idea..." He thought then turned to face his target. The target ran and swung at Cain which narrowly missed him and got lodged into a brick wall. Cain saw the opportunity and took it. He raised his sword and bring it down on his target's hands, slicing them off in a bloody mess. The target fell to the ground screaming in pain. Cain raised his sword once more and took off the head of his target. He looked around him, then he realised what the guild were actually doing.

"It's not saving lives! It's a gang war! Between The Assassins Guild and The Crusaders! Daniels was an asset to The Crusaders! That's why they wanted me to take him down! I've been doing their dirty work, but no more! I need to find Laura." He said out loud to himself, sheathed his sword then sprinted out of the alleyway and began running to the helicopter. He stopped when he heard a woman cry out for help.

He spun around quickly searching for the source of her voice. He looked down another alleyway to see a woman being beaten up by two guys. He ran down that alley. He got close then shouted at the two men. They turned to face them with hatred burning on their faces.

"Uhh, bonjour?" Cain said.

"Tuons ce fils de pute. (Let's kill this motherfucker)." One said to the other.

"Il a vraiment besoin d'être enseigné une leçon. (He definitely needs to be taught a lesson)." The other said then began advancing on Cain. He jump kicked one, then turned to the other and kicked him in the rib age. The first one got up only to be thrown into a wall. The other one lunged at Cain, but he kneed him in the face then slammed him into a wall as well. They were both unconscious. He helped the woman up.

"Vous parlez français? (You speak French)." She asked him. Cain just blankly stared at her. "English then?"

"English." He replied.

"You said 'bonjour' and that made me think you were French."

"Oh."

"Yeah... Thank you so much for saving me by the way. I'm Felicity Sparks."

"Cain Shadow, but I'm sorry because I really have to be somewhere else."

"Ok then." Cain turned and sprinted out of the alleyway. He got to where the helicopter dropped him off, but it was no longer there.

"You know..." Felicity said from behind him.

"Holy fuck!" He said and spun.

"You could borrow my helicopter if you want to get out of the country, just as long as I can come."

"Only death follows me to where I'm going."

"I get attacked here every day, so I don't really give a shit. Just please let me leave Paris."

"Well I do need a 'copter..."

"Alright, this way." He followed his new friend to her helicopter and flew off to Colorado to find Laura.

Upon arriving Cain received a distress message from her.

"Cain! I need help! I'm being followed by cops and Crusaders!" He found the location and went to it.

"Stay here, and only move the chopper if you get attacked." He told Felicity and she nodded. He ran to Laura who was outside a very tall building. The cops weren't that far off in the distance. They ran into the building and up the stairs. Cain saw a parachute and trapped it as they were going up the stairs. Laura didn't see the parachute only Cain did.

They ran to the rooftop of the building with the Police a little bit behind them. They reached the roof and instantly recognised their problem, there was no way down! Cain ran over to the edge, looked down, then ran backed to Laura and turned back to face the edge.

"What are you thinking of doing?" She asked.

"Something ill advised." He said then ran and jumped off the building just before the Police got onto the rooftop. He was falling fast but still managed to hear Laura shout this: "Shoot him you fuckers! Axel, Johnny and Rick didn't achieve their goals to kill him! So fucking shoot him in the head before he thinks of something smart!"

"Traitorous bitch!" He shouted then pulled the cord. He landed on the road, detached the parachute then ran to the helicopter. He jumped in the helicopter and told Felicity to head to the address of the headquarters immediately.

"What about your friend?" She asked.

"She can burn in the deepest abyss of Hell!" He said angrily.

"Ok then..." Felicity said then started the helicopter up and headed to the headquarters. They landed outside and ran in.

"PETER!" Cain shouted at the top of his voice. Peter ran down to them.

"What?" He asked.

"You should have told me that we weren't saving people! We were only fighting in a gang war! Well this ends now!" The roller door to the building blew up as Cain finished his sentence and Laura, along with a bunch of Crusaders, walked in.

"Oh indeed Cain, this does end now. This ends with the death of all of you." Laura said.

"You're a..." Axel began.

"What? A traitor? No. I've been with the Crusaders two years more than I have been with you. I was a mole. But I'm not the only one." Six members of The Assassins Guild walked over to Laura and The Crusaders. Which made it seventeen against eleven. "So, who wishes to be the first one to go? Either join us now or die. Choose."

"I speak for all of us, we will never join you." Peter said.

"Alright then," She turned to her team, "Cain's mine." And that's when the gun fight started. Cain gave Felicity one of his guns, some extra ammo, then began killing some of The Crusaders until he made it to Laura. He only killed three Crusaders, but his sword was already dripping with blood. He walked towards Laura, but stopped a few paces in front of her when she pulled her gun out and aimed it at his head.

"It doesn't have to be this way Shadow. We've known each other since birth. Join me, we could rule the world together." She said.

"This is the path I have chosen Laura, and I'm about to break away from it and live a life where I'm not ending the lives of other people." Cain replied. His right hand was in his pocket, while his left was still clutching his sword. Unbeknownst to Laura his right hand was gripping his deck of cards getting ready to throw them at her.

"So does that mean you won't join me?"

"Correct."

"Such talent you have, but you wasted it with them. It could have reached its potential with us. Looks like I'll just have to kill you along with your talent." Her finger began to push down on the trigger, and that's when Cain threw his cards at her. They all went in different directions. Some cut her face, some sliced at her legs and the others sliced her gun hand which made her drop the gun. Cain dropped his sword and ran at her. He grabbed her and threw her against the wall. She hit the ground in pain and Cain approached with his gun in hand. She rolled her head to look at him.

"Do it." She told him.

"I won't kill you."

"What?!" He said nothing, raised the gun and shot. Laura's right kneecap exploded, and she screamed out in pain. Cain collected his cards, sword and other things then flew away in Felicity's helicopter with her.

(8 years later)

Cain and Felicity lived a happy life together. They married four years ago, and they were as happy as they could be. One day Felicity asked Cain something as they laid on the couch together watching TV.

"You never told me why." She said.

"Why what?"

"Why you didn't kill her when you had the chance."

"I didn't kill her because killing her would have gotten rid of The Crusaders, meaning I was still part of a gang war. Also, I didn't kill her because that's when I wanted to start my new life which doesn't involve killing anybody anymore."

"Oh. That kinda does make sense."

"Laura probably thought that our friendship kept her alive. But that friendship ended when I jumped off the roof and she ordered the cops to attempt to kill me."

"I kept an ear out, and I haven't heard anything about her since we escaped eight years ago. I wonder if she's trying to track you down."

"I hope not, because if she tracks me or you down then I think that is when her time will be up. Who knows what happened to her. Personally, I don't want to know. But I reckon she is already six feet under." Cain was wrong about Laura. She was not six feet under. She has been lying in wait and slowly rebuilding The Crusaders. Except that shot to her kneecap really fucked her up somehow and she was driven insane. Insane enough to saw her own leg off. But anyway, Laura was waiting for the most opportune moment to strike with her Crusaders.

As I previously stated, I am not proud of this story and nor do I plan on making a sequel. Also, I tend to blab on in my endings so yeah

#assassin #part3 ending #action #definitely not my best wrok

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Adam: Is there a secret you’ve tried to hide from everyone for a long time?

I have a lot of secrets. A lot of stupid shit that I am ashamed of. But nothing really major at all.

Alex: Have you ever been confused about your sexuality?

Alli: What are the best and worst things a significant other has ever done to or for you?

Best: Seth literally saved my life. He got me to sober up from several addictions and he has always loved Makena like she was his biological daughter. Worst: I am torn in between my first husband walking out on me suddenly because his dad paid him to...orrrrr My second husband that was kinda abusive. One time that sticks out is when he tackled me in his living room in front of his parents, his new girlfriend, my mom and seth (my current fiancé) because I took an ornament off the Christmas tree that I thought belonged to me. No one tried to stop him or did shit about it either. lol

Anya: Have you ever tried drugs? yes.

Ashley: Have you ever changed your image?

I've dyed my hair, gauged my ears. and that's about it

Becky: Have you ever stepped outside of your comfort zone to do something you thought was right?

I probably have...but its not something I would typically do. The borders of my comfort zone are STRONG

Bianca: Have you ever experienced an intense event that changed your perspective on something?

yes

Cam: Have you ever had to stay strong and hold on during something that caused you physical, mental, or emotional pain?

when my son died. who knew that keeping that shit bottled up is harmful

Chantay: Do you like to gossip, or do you prefer to keep your mouth shut?

I am a terrible gossip. I'm sure its just a matter of time before I lose my job over it. I work with a bunch of dramatic, crybaby 30-40 year olds. its ridiculous

Clare: Are your parents divorced?

well not technically yet, I don’t think. they are separated though, since late 2016

Connor: Do you consider yourself intelligent?

semi intelligent

Craig: Have you ever run away from home?

nope.

Dallas: Do you put family first, friends, relationships, school, or something else?  family (my fiancé and daughter)

Darcy: Have you ever fallen for someone you never thought you’d like?  yes.

Dave: Have you ever had a very rough breakup?

sure

Declan: Do you like to date people casually, or do you prefer long-term and exclusive relationships? long term for sure.

Derek: Have you ever judged someone before getting to know them, or the other way around?  yes.

Drew: Are you athletic or do you play any sports?

I am like the least athletic person in the world, although I did play softball until middle school

Eli: Do you suffer from any mental disorders?

tons. bi polar, add, depression, anxiety, and PTSD

Ellie: Have you ever self-harmed?

yeah. when I was young and thought it was like cool or something

Emma: What’s something you’ve stood up for in the past?

nothing comes to mind

Fiona: Have you ever tried drinking?

yea

Holly J: What’s something you worked extremely hard to get?

nothing really.

Imogen: Do you have any beloved pets?  yes. a pit-chow that I rescued from the pound when I got sober. we have ashihtzu right now that we are babysitting for my dog that we were thinking about keeping but that tard has pissed in my floor like 20 times since sunday night and I am ready to kill him. and then I brought home a solid black kitten two nights ago. his name is Bagheera

Jake: Are you the outdoorsy type, or would you rather stay inside?

inside

Jane: Have you ever cheated on anyone?

yes

Jay: Have you ever changed yourself permanently for a guy/girl? nope, I don’t think so

J.T.: What’s something you’ve had to step up and take serious responsibility for?

my daughter of course, my rent, car payment, insurance, credit card bills, groceries, electric, internet, water............

Jenna: Have you ever done something drastic to gain the attention of someone you were interested in? no.

Jimmy: Have you ever forgiven someone that may not have deserved it?yeah. I'm way too fuckin nice

Johnny: Have you ever told a serious lie to anyone?

I'm sure I have

Katie: Are you satisfied with your body image?  no.

K.C.: How is your relationship with your parents?  it’s whatever. I don’t really fuck with them as much as I should but their divorce had me majorly fucked up for a minute

Liberty: What do you want to major in in college, and where do you want to go?

n/a

Luke: What’s your religion?

baptist

Manny: Have you ever been labeled negatively or otherwise been called something extremely derogatory?  yes lol

Marco: What’s your sexuality? heterosexual

Marisol: Do you look out for others over yourself, or the other way around?  i usually put others before myself.

Maya: Have you ever had to deal with the loss of a loved one?  yes.

Mia: How many kids do you want to have?

I will only ever have one :( I had a stillborn baby in 2011, had my living daughter in June 2012 and got my tubes tied right after that because they never figured out why Bryson died and also, the pregnancy is extremely rough on me. 8+ months of strict bedrest plus 2 weeks of hospital bedrest, until I have baby. And I have to have surgery with each pregnancy

Miles: What’s the last extravagant purchase you made?

computer?

Mo: Are you scared of any aspect of the future?

blah...not really. shit happens. there will be good times and bad times.

Owen: Have you ever been involved in bullying, whether it was the victim or the bully?  not really.

Paige: What’s the number one thing about school that overwhelms you?  i don’t go to school anymore. I’m 28 lol

Peter: Have you ever seriously taken advantage of someone or been taken advantage of?  no.

Riley: Is there anything about yourself that you really want to change?  yes!

Sean: Have you ever gotten into a fistfight?  no. never been in any real fight, if you don’t count the abusive men I liked to date and the time my mother in law tried to beat me up and throw me off of her tall ass porch

Spinner: Have you ever been seriously ill? no. flu is the worst thing I have ever had

Terri: Has anyone close to you ever hurt you, physically or emotionally?  emotionally. I have been physically abused before but I would much rather be hit than being told how much I am a lazy piece of shit. bruises and shit heal, but those comments and things that are said when we are mad or drunk or whatever....that shit stick in my brain so much and I can’t get it out and it tortures me to the point that I just want to die because if the person who was supposed to love you says that you are all these things, just imagine what everyone else thinks.

Tori: Have you ever befriended a former enemy?

idk probably

Tristan: Do you consider yourself up-to-date with all the latest gossip, trends, movies, etc.?  not really

Wesley: Do you drive? yes.

Winston: Do you feel like people notice you?

I would prefer them not to

Zane: Have you ever had to help someone through a very tough time in their life?  yes.

Zig: Have you ever liked someone else while you were in a relationship?

yeah

Zoe: Do you dream of being famous and living the high life, or do you prefer living more quietly and not in the spotlight? living quietly. I would HATE the spotlight

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Episode 11: “Recalibrate How I’m Playing This Game” - Caeleb

okay I'm writing a long confessional then going to bed.

Jules was robbed. I was really gonna idol them when Jones/Caeleb told me Jules was getting votes, but Jules was only getting 5, and I naively thought both that Jason wasn't going to flip and Tom wouldn't self vote AGAIN ASKDLJFAF.

I'm frustrated because I love Jules. Jules was robbed and deserved better than having to deal with Alex who like will tell Jules they made a mistake and ugh. I'm frustrated that I didn't idol Jules, even though it wouldn't have been smart and would've put me in a tough game spot, its just all super tricky sigh.

in other news, Jones/Mo/Mitch need to go. I'm super proud of Mo for doing something (like genuinely) and not playing passively, I defo underestimated him, but him and Jones have way too much sway on this tribe, tied to Mitch who is clearly able to work people.

I think a good end-group for me would be Me/Benj/Tom/Julia. I really really like Caeleb but he actually is playing super smart, so I really don't think I can have him sticking around much longer.

I think a good new bootlist is: Jones > Mitch > Mo > Jason > Caeleb

I'm just frustrated because Jules was robbed and really did not deserve that, Mo/Jones are too powerful, and now so is Mitch. I'm gonna idol one of them out, and I'm going to love doing it.

Holy fuck what the fuck that worked. Ok so here’s what just went down, Jules said to Jason that she’d be fine voting out either me or Mitch. People were leaning towards Mitch. We had like 20 minutes left and we started discussing and I threw out to Jones, what if we get Jules out, but she kinda ignored it and carried on with the Mitch plan. Because Jules has a lot of connections I can understand why Jones would be hesitant. So then I throw the pitch rob Caeleb and Mitch throws the pitch to Jason and they’re both on board. But that would of only been five people. Meaning it most likely would of tied so we were like ok I guess we’ll just vote Mitch. BUT THEN BENJ GETS ONLINE and he’s like “Yeah I’ll vote Jules.” SO I SCRAMBLE BACK TO CAELEB LIKE WAIT VOTE JULES WE HAVE THE NUMBERS. SAME WITH JONES AND JASON. WE GET JULES OUT. Which of course is sad because she’s literally a sweetheart and she’s super funny, but she had so many people in her corner and her and Ali combined was a scary combo. BUT I MEAN I HAVE A COOL GAME MOVE IN MY POCKET NOW THAT I DID (with Mitch) BUT WOW ME.

Whew chile!!! I must admit that vote was VERY scary and VERY hectic. I thought for a moment my game was ending. Thankfully my social relationships with people allowed me to stay and send the person who was targeting me home (Jules). Now this is GREAT for me because i trusted Jules the least on the merge tribe. The communication thing never worked out between the two of us but i still find her to be a very nice person :). In regards to the vote, Mo/Caeleb, Benj, Jason, and Jones all voted to save me. To me, I feel like this means im in a really good position because everyone likes me enough to SAVE me. Up until 5 minutes before the deadline, I thought i was done for. I gotta be careful with who I work with in the future because my threat level is rising. People in touchy subjects saw me as the one who thinks they are running the game but are not, but man is this far from the truth. I'd like to say that although I didn't know what was going on COMPLETELY, I still pretty much helped/forced the target onto the person who went home. Ian- Told Alex about how I suspected Jason and Ian of being a duo (correct assumption according to ali) and everyone ended up splitting between the two (I did not care who went). Alex- I pushed very hard for alex to go because he was so dang controlling and i found that very threatening. Jules- targeted me first but I never trusted her because of how little we spoke. When she decided to target me it was the icing on the cake. Hopefully these next few rounds are smooth sailing because we NEED easy votes for at least a little bit.

okay so i am trying SO hard for immunity, like its not even funny. i think i have 100+ points right now, with more videos uploading and with more planned photos tomorrow. immunity would be SO sweet, because that'd guarantee me a spot in the F8, and with my idol F7.

in other news. if i haven't said it enough, it must be said again. BENJ IS SUCH A KING. like today he told me he wants to go to F4 with Julia and Tom. I truly, truly could have shed and wept real tears. That is exactly the F4 I want, like EXACTLY ,and Benj agrees, and we are going to make it HAPPEN.

He also wants to separate Mo/Jones this round... and like honestly, I'm so down. Like I think he wants to vote off Mo versus Jones which I think is a bad idea, since Jones is a better talker and more of a threat, but his argument about Jones being a shield makes some sense.

my ideal bootlist moving forwards for the season, although it requires like julia/tom to stick with me and benj pretty tightly, is:

Mo/Jones > Mitch > Jason > Mo/Jones > Caeleb > F4: Me/Tom/Benj/Julia

and also since i love doing this for no reason, this would be my ranking of those left if i was to go to jury this round:

Mitch > Jason > Jones > Benj > Caeleb > Julia > Mo > Tom

Mitch is SO savvy, and so likable, and I could see as a definite winner, having survived so much. I can't decide if Jones is a threat because she is just so likable, or if she is actually palying super well, but I have both her and Jason very high in my opinion. Benj is so smart, I feel like he probably isn't considered as such by the other threats, but I hear him talk game - he is super woke. Caeleb is actually playing a very smart game too, flipping back and forth. I definitely underestimated him in early merge, his MIND. Julia I think is super game-savvy, just her style gets in her own way sometimes. Mo I feel like definitely did stuff last vote, but I see him as Jones' shadow/goat right now so would need to see much more. Tom I'm stuck because him self-voting twice I think almost definitely excludes him from winning so its hard to tell how I'd feel about him in an FTC. the main thing is that... we shall see.

BUT I AM WINNING IMMUNITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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Sending this now bc I forgot. Jason beat me in reward OOPS but I can still possibly win immunity,,,,,? Maybe?

Eek me at jules being voted out, honestly i didnt really know what was going to happen at that tribal for the sole fact that everything started moving whilst i was asleep but im kinda shocked that it ended up being jules.... Like i personally wouldnt have made that move right now maybe in like 2 more rounds. Its quite scary the fact that mitch got so many people to turn on jules when i thought she was quite the loved player. So I've gotta keep an eye out for him he's probably playing the best game atm but i think ill try to take him out sooner rather than later

I think I might have to recalibrate how I’m playing this game. I honestly didn't think I was all that close to Jules so her cursing me kinda surprised me. SO, that means I think a lot of people are gonna be cursing me in the upcoming rounds. Not that I am planning a lot of blindsides, I just feel a lot closer to the people actually left. Julia might be the only one that wouldn't curse me at this point, but also she might because she doesn't like me all that much. And being cursed a bunch might put a really large target on my back too.

y'all i just found another idol im SCREECHING. and its a boujee one too, a sapphire idol. I'm so AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, i know where 2/3 idols are for sure, I'm truly screaming.

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This was me an Mitch on call when we realized we had the numbers to vote out Jules

heres the thing, i prefer the selfie scavenger hunt when im on a team because that way im motivated to get stuff done out of fear of letting everyone down. where as by myself, i let myself down all the time. ali is scary good at comps and im lazy.

ALI FOUND THE MERGE IDOL AND ITS A SAPPHIRE IDOL AHHH!!!

IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM/US BUT ALSO LOWKEY PISSED BECAUSE I GET ALL THE BRIDGE STEPS AND THEN HE GETS LUCKY AT THE VERY END LMAO. AGAIN.

BUT OH WELL ATLEAST ITS NOT SOMEONE ELSE!!

And if I had any doubts (I never had) about him betraying me before I have 0 now.. u like have to really trust someone to tell them u have 2 idols LOL I could literally expose so much right now

BUT IM NOT GONNA WOO!!! BEST DUO IVE EVER HAD! Like I know it will be hard to beat him at the end but idc I want that duo story for us

Literally an idol magnet king I knew I chose the best ally on day 1

sapphire idols sound kinda annoying tho cuz u cant choose who its played on . like what if ur plan actually works and u idol the person u wanted gone LOL

lowkey would rather a normal idol ?? anyways ali went off in immunity and its final 9 idk who will go but I kinda want like mo gone (king) but we have no strategic bond so.. plus he will slip by to the end otherwise

I doubt that plan is gonna work tho cuz idk how to lead votes!! im flop sheep!

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Update on idol hunt - I'm killing johnny

Update apparently I’m running a vote KSKSKKFMFMFFK take back EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT NOT NEEDING POWER LMAOOOO

ok so Storytime

I’m talking to Tom at like 5:00-6:00 ish, and he says he hasn’t heard anything but he’d be down to vote Julia if other people were voting Julia (at this point this is the only name and it was said by Tom and that’s it)

At this point I tell Mo what Tom said (Bc tom and I were talking about Mo) and he said he wasn’t surprised Julia’s name was brought up

Talk to Mitch at like 7:00 ish and he’s apparenrly being targeted by Ali and for whatever reason I have this hero complex and I wanna save him all of a sudden?? I also feel like he’ll be a big shield down the road that everyone else would want out over me so it makes much more sense to keep him? SO I tell him about Julia.

I Run to Mo, tell him about Julia plan he’s on board. MOs talking to Caeleb, and Jason wouldn’t go behind Mitch’s back. So that’s already 5 people I think voting Julia, 6 if we include Tom and 7 if Benj also knows. Which I’ll probs tell him.

So ya??? Turned an idea into a plan!! I’m doing that y’all. Idk?? I’m proud. I don’t need need this much power after this round or else my ego will be the size of my dick but!!! Idk guys I’m proud of myself.

(Literally only 35 minutes later)

Literally having a stroke tonight laid ease

Uhm apparently Tom/Jason/Ali had an alliance and were trying to get me out and tried throwing me under the bus to Julia and tried saying shit I didn’t say,, so ya,,, :)

Tom tried twisting it like I was the one who threw Julia’s name out bc apparently she’s inactive? Which is cute,, I said jack shit about that. So ya.

Um I’m voting Tom tonight now. I’m an indecisive bitch tho so it might change but. Fuck Tom. We gotta break up this alliance apparently. Julia’s the only person that’s said shit to me this whole day about what’s happening so I’m more likely to believe her than anyone else sooo ya. Fuck Tom. Fuck these men.

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{Regular Inspired!AU x NCT} Taeil

tw: weapons mention, violence mention, n*fw elements, be warned. everything written here is a work of FICTION, it does not in anyway reflect reality, nor do i condone any of the extreme behavior. ♢ introduction ♢ pick mark instead | pick haechan instead | pick yuta instead | pick johnny instead | pick doyoung instead

“i thought having you around would be shitty, but turns out you’re just the gift that keeps on giving....”

“i choose taeil.”

there’s no hesitation. there’s no second guessing.

you picked taeil for a reason and that reason was

he’ll be the easiest to escape from

you’d only maybe had a five minute interaction with him, but that five minutes gave you everything you needed to know.

for starters, he seemed to take everything lax - as if it was a joke.

so there was no way in hell that he was going to keep his eyes on you 24/7

secondly, he was one of the lawyers. which meant he probably couldn’t knock you out like jungwoo

and he wasn’t flaunting semi-automatics like taeyong

he was just ,,,,,,,, leaning against one of the desks, eyes shifting with uninterest from you, to the window, to whatever else catches his train of thought

yeah, give it like a week and he’ll get bored of me. ill deal with his sarcastic comments, pretend im staying put. and when he doesn’t notice - ill slip away! and all of this will be over!

taeil doesn’t walk toward you, actually the first reaction to your decision is haechan’s voice rattling through the silent room with

“is that a joke?”

you shake your head, getting down from the table and swaying a little

mark and johnny both putting out hands to support you

“n-no. i choose taeil.”

the second time you say it, he finally seems to realize you’re being serious

because he pushes off the desk and sort of floats his way over to you slowly

the whole room watches in a sort of confused anticipation

“me?”

he asks for confirmation

“yes, if that’s ok,,,,,”

taeil’s mouth kind of turns up at the corner

“i don’t have a choice - do i jaehyun?”

jaehyun doesn’t seem convinced by your decision either, he comes over and looks at you with a sort of hardness in the depths of his eyes

“are you sure? i think you’re better off with someone like mark or doyou-”

you’re scared, you’ll admit that - looking up at jaehyun

but you don’t let those feelings falter your stare

“im sure.”

more than anything, you are scared of being trapped here.

this ‘stay with us for six months so we can trust you’ is bullshit.

the moment you slip from taeil’s sights - you’re booking it out of here.

you have some relatives overseas, you’ll go there.

or maybe you’ll even go straight to the police.

the money for a tip against the jungs - it’d be pay off my student loans and make sure my family never had to worry about rent again! plus, id rather be under the eye of the law enforcement - not a bunch of young gangsters,,,,

you wait patiently and jaehyun sort of tilts his head to the side

“well i did say it would be your decision.”

he throws a sideways looks at taeil

“don’t do anything that’ll make my family look stupid.”

taeil’s half smile turns into a full on grin

it’s kind of menacing, almost uncomfortable

“of course - how could i ever disobey the almighty jung heir?”

he turns back to you and suddenly you feel a hand touch the side of your face

taeil lets his fingertips dance a little on your skin

“we’ll have some fun together. i promise.”

the whole room shifts as they watch you follow taeil outside

as you leave, you hear mark frantically plead with jaehyun to reconsider

“he’s unpredictable - you know your father only keeps him around because he’s so reckless he can do the most despicable of jobs so you can’t just let them go with him!”

jaehyun puts a hand to his temple

“mark, they chose taeil. plus he wouldn’t ,,,,,,,, he wouldn’t do anything to an innocent person-”

you don’t hear the rest, taeil presses the ‘close door’ button on the elevator

and as you stay, all the way on the other side of it, you feel his gaze

up and down, up and down

and then the elevator rattles to a halt

you look up and see taeil has slammed the emergency stop button and all of a sudden you feel like there’s nothing else in the world

just you and him and this small, no exit block

he steps closer and closer until he’s got you in the corner

eyes constantly scanning, constantly looking you over like some kind of wall piece hanging up above someones desk

not like another human being

taeil smells vaguely of some kind of cologne, but there’s smoke too and it clogs up your throat

“so, tell me while we are all alone, why did you pick me?”

you think back to the last thing you heard jaehyun say

‘he wouldn’t do anything to an innocent person’

you panic, trying to come up with a good excuse

“c’mon. don’t drag it out. those idiots are going to figure out i pulled that stop button in a matter of seconds so spit it out.”

you rattle your brain to think of something semi-convincing

but it’s like even if you lie, you think taeil will know - you don’t know how but he will

“i just,,,,i thought,,,,,you’re a lawyer - jaehyun said that! i thought it- it’d be less dangerous to work with you -”

“oh but im not a lawyer”

yeah - no shit dude!

you swallow, the inside of your mouth going dry as you get more and more nervous

taeil’s eyes look as if the pupils have lost themselves in an ocean of dark, murky brown

his hand comes up to rest right beside your head and with it the blazer he’s wearing rides up

you catch it, the silver glint on the guns grip in the crutch of his waist

“rethinking your decision right now?”

he mocks

and suddenly a static roars through the elevator

mark’s worried voice coming through the built in intercom

“hey! hey, are you guys ok?”

taeil finally moves back to his spot, but his gaze doesn’t leave yours

“we’re peachy. can you get this thing working again?”

he answers as if he isn’t the one responsible for it stopping in the first place

after a short wait

one in which you feel goosebumps raise all over your skin

and taeil doesn’t say another word

the elevator jerks and the doors open to the lobby of the jung building

where mark pulls you out and starts examining you for any wounds

jaehyun throws a nasty glare at taeil

“did you pull this stunt?”

“you should get your father to upgrade the elevators,,,,,jaehyun.”

taeil comments, sarcasm dripping off his voice as he brushes past the jung heir

and strolls toward the front doors

“i have to go with him-”

you start

but mark’s grip on you tightens

“no you don’t. just chose me instead.”

there’s a sincere amount of concern in his voice

and for a split second you consider it - your original plan seeming more and more like a death trap as your time with taeil continues

but even with mark’s begging gaze and worried hold

you shake him off gently

“im ok with taeil - really -”

jaehyun puts a hand on mark’s shoulder when he begins to insist that you’re not - you don’t know anything about him and that he would be the better decision

jaehyun seems to be indicating that mark is going too far, spilling too much information

and you already know too much

he motions for you to catch up with taeil whose leaned up against the wall outside

there’s a cigarette between his lips and he plays with his car keys

the look he’s wearing doesn’t seem to think you’re going to come back

but when you show up in front of him again

taeil just smirks

“you must be a little dumb, huh?”

he asks and you shift uncomfortably at the way his voice sounds when he insults you

“why do you say that?”

he takes the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it to the floor and putting it out with the heel of his shoe

“no one in their right mind would pick me over mark, and by the looks of it - that kid is basically throwing himself at your feet.”

“he’s just worried for my saf-”

you start and taeil steps closer to you

“you should start being worried about it too.”

everything taeil has said up to his point has been some sort of mix of irony and cryptic threat

you don’t get it - is he dangerous? he must be with the way everyone had freaked out about my decision

but even still, he could be the most dangerous guy in seoul and it was still evident that compared to everyone else

he had the least interest in your well being

which meant - he had the least interest in protecting you

quietly, as taeil walks through the garage toward his car you began plotting to yourself

chances are he’s going to drop me off at home, he doesn’t seem like the type who is going to let me stay at his house. i can start figuring out a way to get overseas - maybe book a ticket and find some way to hide my passport just in case someone from the jungs tries to raid my place. i think if i rummage around and check my savings i should have enough for a one way to-

“get in.”

you’re startled from your thoughts at the command

finding yourself in front of what looks like a foreign sports car

not only is he probably a little crazy. he’s flashy too. seriously - how has no one found out that these people aren’t just ordinary office workers?

you open the door and slide in, the leather interior gives off a strong smell and taeil takes a moment to get in after you

he puts a hand on the wheel and you don’t even get to buckle yourself in before he’s pulling out of the space with a violent jerk backwards

you catch yourself on the dashboard, heart beating in your chest

taeil thinks it’s entertaining with the little chuckle he gives off and you try hard to hold yourself back from saying something

taeil drives just like his personality

he has no indication of traffic laws, running red light after red light

and swerving lanes that are tight closed and give you a near heart attack

like you’d suspected, he drives you to your home and when you get out you’re a little nauseous from being driven through what felt like a hurricane

taeil rolls down the window with a click as you wobble toward the front entrance

“im sure you can get to work tomorrow by yourself?”

you hold yourself up to the best of your abilities

“y-yeah”

you manage, holding back the sick feeling in your stomach

taeil doesn’t ask if you’re ok, doesn’t get out of the car to check on you, hell he doesn’t even seem to wait for you to give him your full answer before you hear the screech of the tires

and the sound of him racing back down the street

once you get home, you’re thankful to find that your lock isn’t broken and it doesn’t look like anything has been touched

you get yourself some water and sit yourself down in front of your laptop

you end up falling asleep at your desk, the search bar open to multiple tabs

‘plane tickets to....’ ‘red eye cheap flights’ ‘how to deal with people who might just be crazy’

the morning comes, taeil doesn’t show up - no one from the jungs does and that at least brings you some comfort

i was right, he’s totally going to slack on this whole ‘protection crap’ i’ll pretend for a couple of days to be a good hostage and then ill get those tickets and be on a flight out of here

you get to the office early and nearly everyone gives a sigh of relief as if they’d thought you wouldn’t even last one night

johnny makes conversation with you first, when you ask where taeil is johnny simply shrugs

“he comes in on his own time. no one really knows his schedule.”

“what should i do till he shows up?”

johnny smiles and reaches out to touch your arm

“you’re such a hard worker - i like that. maybe you should consider switching your pick to me? im a lawyer like taeil so if you’re interested in the field i can help.”

instantly you remember taeil’s words

“oh but im not a lawyer”

your blood goes a little cold

do the people who work with him even know who he really is? is the only person who knows the ceo?

“ah, im ok! really! but i can help out if you need me, since taeil isn’t in yet-”

you start but then freeze when you hear the elevator doors ding open from the hall

you couldn’t have known it was taeil coming in

but something inside your head had automatically put the notion up for grabs

and like magic

it is him, and he’s got a duffel bag over his shoulder wearing an unpressed white button down with the tie barely hanging onto his neck

he spots you, lowering the sunglasses and wagging his finger for you to come over

you feel embarrassed, but do it anyway

the people around you all seem to be staring at your tensed back, but taeil doesn’t even take notice

“come with me, im going to make you useful.”

the sentence is almost demeaning in some sort of way, but as much as you want to give back a well thought-out quip

you bite your tongue and remind yourself of your plan

who cares if he pushes my buttons, i’ll have the last laugh when im out of this hell hole!

you follow behind as taeil heads toward the stairs

you guys go down an endless amount of floors it seems like

till you get to a door with a dna scanner

taeil presses his palm to the glowing neon pad and the system identifies him - unlocking the door as you shuffle in behind him

the room is barely light, misted in tones of red

immediately you feel uncomfortable by the cages and weapon racks

the scattered and messy bulletin boards

the miscellaneous parts of dangerous looking metals atop some of the long tables

and the unsettling photo of the jung family that hangs at the end of the basement wall

jaehyun is in the portrait, standing behind his father and mother

his eyes coldly stalking your every move

taeil seems relaxed, as if places like this that look like villain dens in actions movies are where he thrives best

he sets the duffel bag down and unzips it

“have you ever put together a ghost gun?”

he inquires as if he’s asking you about lunch

“w-what? no of course not!”

you keep looking all around the room, worried something or someone will jump out at you

as if one of the various firearms or knives will come alive magically and find its way over to you

a silly thought, but one you imagine any normal person would have in a place like this

taeil sighs

“then i guess i’ll have to teach you.”

“im sorry, but i don’t think that’s something i want to learn.”

taeil flicks his eyes up, almost amused by your disdain

“it’s a great life skill - are you sure you’re not interested?”

he pulls a part out of the bag, you don’t know what it’s for or what it does

but your instinct tells you to step back

taeil chuckles

“it’s an ar15 that hasn’t even been built - no need to jumpy.”

you lose the ability to even answer him as he pulls more and more out of the bag

effortlessly he organizes them out in front of him

his hands gliding over them, his lips muttering the names

he isn’t speaking to you - he’s speaking to himself

and like a bird trapped in front of a lions cage you don’t dare to move

taeil lifts up his finished gun, aiming it at something on the wall and he looks like a character you’ve only seen in movies

hell you still aren’t sure the gun he’s holding it is really there

but the fact that you don’t even dare to budge proves that it is

you notice taeil has some sort of glove on the hand that’s steadied on the trigger

it’s finger less and has what looks like a light on the top of the palm

just like the gun you saw flashed on his waist you start to put pieces together

you’re not a lawyer - i know that - but who the hell are you?!?!

taeil seems to suddenly remember you’re there with him and he sets down the ar15

he moves around the table and comes closer as you start listing every kind of prayer you can in your head

“want to try holding the gun?”

he asks and takes your arm

he leads you to the table and you stare down at it

this thing can kill people

you swallow

“n-no. im not touching it.”

you resolve and take a step back, feeling yourself come into contact with the front of taeil’s chest

“why not? isn’t it a little bit exciting?”

he puts a hand over yours suddenly

you can feel the scratchy fabric of the glove on top of your skin

you shake as he pushes your hand forward

at first you resist, your body trembling in response

“please don’t make me do this -”

taeil seems to ignore your plea at first and his strength overpowers yours so you can feel your fingertips inching closer as he strains you to lean toward the gun

but then

just before you can brush the matte metal

he pulls you back and lets out a laugh

slightly traumatized you turn to look at him, the tip of your tongue burning with the need to lash out at him

why are you being so twisted to me? i didn’t ask to be in this situation!

but you can’t push the words out because you feel your heart racing and your brain reminds you about your plan

dealing with this humiliation is only going to last a little while - then you’ll be out of here. put up with it. don’t say anything that might get you chopped up.

taeil catches your look though

“don’t worry, im not the kind of douche bag that forces people to do things they don’t want to.”

he says and you want to spit back a “yeah right!” but keep silent

“but i don’t need you being just dead weight on my back. so here, do this instead.”

he motions to some paperwork that’s at the bottom of the duffel bag

when you pull them out stacks of rolled up hundreds are underneath

money in amounts you’ve only dreamed of

taeil sees you hesitate and he scoops a couple out like they’re candy at the bottom of some halloween bag

tearing the rubber band off with a snap the wads unfold and he starts stacking them up

“i need these numbers to match those on the paper. if they don’t let me know.”

he points to the rest of the money

“undo the rest yourself. i’ve got business.”

he turns toward the door and your eyes go wide

is he - is he about to leave me in here with all these guns and all this money? is he -

“don’t try anything though - the big man is watching.”

he tilts his head up and you follow the line of sight to a high tech looking cctv camera in the corner

you notice more as you look around and your momentary distraction leads you to jump when the door closes behind taeil

you stare down at the paper in your hands, then at the money in the bag

you sigh and think that it’s better than handling weapons with taeil of all people

but before you start counting you move yourself to another table, far away enough from the ar15 that you don’t have to catch it in the corner of your eye

taeil doesn’t come back, instead after a couple of hours you’re surprised to hear the door open and jaehyun strolls in followed by taeyong and jungwoo

the three of them don’t seem surprised to see you there and instead carry on their conversation

you try not to eavesdrop but they’re not exactly whispering so you keep your eyes glued to the papers and pretend to feign uninterest as much as possible

“so it’s a suicide mission?”

“i mean the guys has an entire army of security guards, not to mention locals who live under his thumb. taking him out is nearly impossible but my dad thinks taeil can handle it.”

“he should still consider sending one of us with him, just to keep an eye on things.”

“you mean the mission or an eye on taeil?”

“taeil. i mean last time we sent him to italy and he went awol for like three weeks. what if this time he just doesn’t come back?”

you bite back your lip at the sound of taeyong’s question

it’s not that you’re exactly worried about taeil - just all of this talk makes you so curious

what’s his real job here? why is he such a wild card yet no one seems to mind?

you get so wrapped up in it that when you accidentally drops some of the stacks of money and the entire basement goes quiet

you can’t help but turn cherry red, muttering an apology you don’t think they can even hear

the trio shuffle out after that, leaving you with more questions about your moon taeil than you’ve ever had before

and when he does finally show up it’s not like you’re in any position to ask him all these things

so you tell him you’ve done all the calculations and everything adds up

“great! looks like you’re actually of use to me afterall. but for today - you’re free to go.”

he doesn’t make a movement toward the door, just kind of is ushering you out with a dismissive wave

“y-you’re not driving me?”

he gives an eyebrow raise

“why would i? im sure you know how to use the subway.”

you kind of buffer a bit

“but - i -”

you don’t really want to go on encouraging him to be overprotective or anything so you just drop it

you pick up your things and move out toward the door but just before you let it close you hear taeil call out

“but if prince jung asks - i did drop you off.”

the week you play goody-two-shoes and abide by whatever command taeil gives you is grueling to say the least

everyday it’s as if he’s testing your patience, trying to wear you thin with some sort of bizarre task

“here are our embezzled tax forms, read over them and make sure our cover names are correct”

“can you carry those over there. be careful, there’s some expensive organs in there.”

“think you can try shooting that target, c’mon we’ll start small with handguns.”

“stupid bastard stained my shirt with his blood again, google laundromats nearby for me.”

how you mentally survive? you have no clue

the amount of times you’ve wanted to just go absolutely feral on this dude has exceeded a numerical amount you’re sure of it

somehow he finds ways to make even mundane interactions between you two irritating

just giving you a big smile when he says something that pushes a button you didn’t even know you had

but you bare it

you bare it and when you wake up after the week is over you take your passport out of the book you hid it inside

you sling your packed bag over your shoulder

and instead of getting on the train that takes you to the jung offices like you have this whole time

you flag down a cab and tell them to drive you to the airport

your mind is racing with thoughts, most of them are not about your escape but about taeil

you’re confident that he has no clue about your plan

so that’s not what you’re all caught up about

instead it still bothers you - everything he’s said, everything he’s done in front of you

somehow none of it really fits or makes sense

what was the point in showing you all the dark underbellies of the jung family business

making you watch him put together illegal weapons, making you count stolen money, subjecting you to every part of the black market you didn’t ever wanted to know existed

all while half mocking you for being repulsed

maybe he’s just used to being around other people like him

but you don’t think that’s true either, it was obvious even from the short time you were with him that the rest of the group were uneasy around him

always hushing words behind his back

never really confronting him directly, unless jaehyun had done it himself

you begin to think maybe he’s just always been sort of an outcast in his one way, but that doesn’t spark much sympathy in you

what he and the rest of them are doing is illegal. once im in another country, ill phone the police and let them know what i saw.

you thank the cabbie when he lets you out at your terminal gate

you’re not nervous about being caught - you’re pretty sure you’re going to get out of korea without a hiccup

daily you’d checked your home for wires or inconsistencies

you’d even set a trap on your door to make sure if anyone had unlocked while you were gone you’d know once you got home

but it had seriously been so easy

because taeil doesn’t give a shit. that’s why im able to escape right under his nose. if it was mark or johnny - im sure i’d been caught. then again maybe if it was mark or johnny i wouldn’t want to leave so badly,,,,,

you find your departure on the scheduling board, comfortably you put you bag down in baggage claim and buy yourself a drink at one of the coffee shops inside

your wait consists of you leafing through the news, snorting to yourself at the photo of the jung ceo plastered across the business page

you’ll be front cover once the police find out who you really are!

and when you hear the boarding call for your flight you get up and stretch

to your utter dismay you hear your name boom across the announcement system

“if the passenger will please report back to check-in, there seems to be an issue with your baggage”

you huff

“this better not be about the shampoo i packed, it’s not even that big of a bottle”

you turn and hope that this little mishap won’t result in you missing your flight

the agent at check in directs you to a security agent who says they’re going to lead you to your bag so you can give them consent to search it

you try protesting, explaining that it’s just travel shampoo

when suddenly you’re pushed through a door into some tiny cramped office

and it’s shut behind you with a loud thud

your eyes need to adjust from the brightly lit airport to the dingy little room

but when you see the familiar face in front of you, one hand on the back of the chair of a duck-tapped looking airline worker

you think this has to be some sort of nightmare

taeil isn’t wearing his usual unpressed, mismatched suit that he puts on as a sorry excuse for a ‘business man’ disguise at work

he’s sporting form fitting jeans, with a white t-shirt and a brown leather jacket thrown over it

his left ear is adorned in various hooped piercings and his hair which is usually combed out of his face is sticking up wildly

he runs his tongue over his lips when he sees the color drain from your face

“so - want to tell me why you missed work for this?”

you don’t know where to look

should you keep your gaze locked with taeil’s

which seems even more deranged than you’ve ever seen before

or should you look at the poor airline worker whose sobbing quietly through the tape on their mouth

“i-i just -”

excuses, come on think of excuses! but what does it even matter, he’s not going to believe me anyway.

you take a breath and decide that you’re not about to start squirming and begging for mercy like taeil probably think you’re going to do

in fact screw this - you have no means of escape and he’s totally going to rat you out to the jung ceo for this stunt

so if you’re going to end up in a body bag - you’re not going to go out without letting all your frustration go

“yeah, i tried to escape. did you think i wouldnt?”

taeil seems a little taken back by your change in tone

suddenly you’re not stuttering like a baby, and the paling with fear has turned into a burning anger in your eyes

“did you think i wouldn’t try to get the hell out of my situation - especially being stuck with you of all people. don’t think i didn’t overhear all the chatter from your fellow associates or whoever the hell you consider them to be. ‘oh taeil is so unpredictable’ ‘taeil is going to get them killed!’ ‘taeil is only around to do the most dangerous of jobs’ - come on like any normal person would stick around to experience that.”

taeil listens, for the first time he’s not saying anything witty or cutting in to give you a piece of his mind

instead he looks as if he’s ready to hear it all and well,,,,,,,,,you’re going to give him it

“on top of that, i only chose you because you’d be easy to get away from. i don’t even know how you got here - or how you knew i where i was going because it was obvious from the start you had no interest in keeping me safe. im surprised i even made it out alive in a week, i thought for sure someone would kidnap me or send me some threatening letter about how i have to die to keep my family safe or something. you know, the jung -”

taeil doesn’t let you finish when you bring up the family name

he steps closer and puts a hand out - you half expect him to be holding the end of a knife to your throat

but he’s not

instead he just presses his fingers to your lips and breaks out into a giant smile

“i love this, i really do. but let’s remember not to spill any important secrets.”

the poor airline worker looks as if they’ve sweated through their eyes with fear - you feel horrible

but at the same time the anger inside of you has flared up once again

he’s just so smug - im telling him off and he’s smiling about it! i ought to just-

taeil’s phone goes off and he clicks his tongue

“well it was nice meeting you”

he says to the airline worker who seems to be begging for the tape to come off of their mouth

but taeil ignores them and takes your hand before you can even process what’s happening

“but we have to be going now. ill make sure someone knows to take care of you~”

with that, taeil pushes past the door and you have no real choice but to let him pull you alongside

the door shuts behind you and you wonder what ‘take care’ means in taeil’s dictionary

but decide to just scrap it from your mind

you’ve got bigger problems right now ,,,,,

taeil uses his free hand to answer his incoming call

“huh - what? oh yeah. i found them. turns out they were sick and went to the hospital but they’re better now. ill update you later.”

you blink

did he just lie about where i was?

to your shock when taeil starts driving, it’s the opposite way from jung enterprises

instead he ends up pulling up on the side of the street of a residential neighborhood much like your own

it’s not the fancy sky scraping loft or suspicious looking apartment in itaewon

it looks normal. boring.

taeil tells you to come with him as he rounds the side of a two story house and ushers you through the back screen door

the place is ,,,, plain and rather small

it’s more of a studio than it is a full apartment, the bed is in the corner with unmade sheets

a coffee mug looking lonely beside it

aside from a desk with a large dual screen setup there isn’t much of anything

and you wonder if this is really taeil’s place or if ,,,,,,,,, he just broke into some poor college students pad

“what did you except, guns on the wall?”

he jokes as he emerges from the kitchen and sits down cross legged in front of you

you feel on edge - what’s going on here? am i supposed to just relax like he didn’t just catch me trying to flee the country?

your shoulders tense and you look around once more

there’s a shelf with cd’s stalked up on them

you think they probably contain a bunch of data stolen from rich people or hacked emails

but when you look a little closer it turns out they’re just cds - a lot of them are from the early 90s

you feel odd about this

you feel like there’s some kind of punchline to a joke you’re not really getting

“so, you really tried to escape huh?”

you snap back to reality and narrow your eyes

“i mean, you heard what i said. who in their right mind would agree to six months of being basically a hostage.”

“oh don’t think that im questioning the decision. im just surprised you had the balls. excuse the term.”

you sit up a little straighter

“what?”

“it’s just, you seemed like a pushover. very much that poor kid mark lee’s type.”

you let the slightly irritating comment slide

“well i needed to be a good hostage so you’d let your guard down even more. then you know, i’d build up your trust or whatever and seize the unsuspecting moment.”

taeil makes a sound of approval

“see - i thought you were just scared for your life. turns out you’re a pretty good strategist and a bit of backstabber yourself.”

you shake your head

“im not a backstabber for trying to get out of a bad situation with a bad person.”

“im offended, you don’t know much about me.”

you purse your lips

before you’d just keep what you wanted to say to yourself but seeing as though the dice has been rolled and you missed

you’ve just decided you’d rather become unhinged

“i know that you’re the kind of person who asks a civilian if they want to shot a gun for fun. the kind of person who ties up a poor airline worker for no reason.”

taeil chuckles and wags his finger

“my reason was to get you over to the office. no way was i going to get on the mic and go ‘hey it’s taeil - i know you ran away, you better come back and keep playing nice!’“

you grumble because there isn’t any arguing with that

“fine, whatever. so when are you going to hand me over to the jung ceo anyway? i broke the stupid ‘six month’ rule so i guess-”

“oh im not handing you over to anyone.”

taeil curtly responds

“i thought having you around would be shitty, but turns out you’re just the gift that keeps on giving and anyways my loyalties don’t lay with the jungs.”

you feel like you should be much more surprised by that than you are,,,,,but really you had seen it coming

the way taeil talked to jaehyun? his obvious ostracizing from the group dynamic? mark’s intense disapproval of him - even though taeil was his elder?

“but,,,,,then who are you loyal to?”

he suddenly starts to inch forward, the look he gave you back in the elevator when you chose him returns

hooded, curious

you lean back, your arms going wobbly as you try to support your body weight and taeil let’s his smile

much like that of the iconic cheshire cat

curl up onto his face, eyes sparkling with mischief

“im loyal to no one.”

you still don’t know if the place you had been taken to by taeil was really his home, but what you do know is that when he does finally drive you both over to jung enterprises

he pulls a backpack out from his trunk and throws it to you

inside are your business clothes

“change so they think you really did just get sick on your way to work.”

you roll up the windows and kind of throw a look over your shoulder

taeil puts his hands up and waves his cigarette around

“i won’t peak through the car windows, i promise.”

he’s still acting like this is all a silly game, just like usual but you are slightly thankful that he seemed to think some of this whole lie through

when you emerge, you ask taeil where he even got these clothes from

they aren’t something you actually own - they just look like an outfit you had worn before

“i figured out your size when i first saw you.”

the sentence sort of throws you for a loop

“a-are you saying you checked me out?!?!”

taeil shrugs, letting out a small puff of smoke over his shoulder

“it’s not my fault you’re pretty cute.”

he starts making a brisk walk for the entrance door and you don’t get to further the conversation because once you catch up

the doors burst open in front of you

jaehyun is standing there and you go frozen when you sees he’s pointing a gun straight toward taeil

taeil rolls his eyes but uses his hand to push you behind him

“alright, why are you mad prince jung?”

taeil sings absentmindedly

like there isn’t a weapon pointed right at him by the son of the company he is employed by

jaehyun ignores him, but you can practically see him popping a vein in annoyance

instead he instructs you to get out from behind taeil and come over to him

“w-why?”

you ask and jaehyun drops his voice

“you weren’t sick were you.”

you feel your stomach knot

did taeil tell him what really happened? maybe someone at the airport contacted him,,,,,,,,,oh god im dead meat,,,,,,,,,

“taeil was trying to get rid of you - wasn’t he? what did you do to them you crazy motherfucker - did you poison them? threaten them - why aren’t you coming over here get away from that lunatic!”

wait - wait,,,,,,jaehyun thinks taeil did something to me? and is lying to cover it up?

you step from behind taeil who kind of gives you a shrug

“jaehyun,,,,taeil didn’t do anything to me. really i just ate something bad and he came to pick me up.”

jaehyun doesn't lower his gun, but his face falters a little

“is he forcing you to say that? you know taeil i wouldn’t put it beyond you to get an innocent person involved with your sick games.”

taeil isn’t even paying the slightest attention to jaehyun or the fact he’s looking down a barrel

he just looks at you and asks

“well, did i force you?”

“no! no he didn’t so please jaehyun don’t hurt him,,,,”

looks like im begging to save taeil’s life,,,,,,,,what a freaking twist of events

jaehyun finally puts the gun down, slowly securing it to the halter on his hip

you let out a sigh of relief and taeil walks straight up to the jung heir

before you know it he’s up in his face, smile twitching as he locks eyes with him

“pull a gun like that me when we’re alone, i fucking dare you.”

with that taeil pulls back and calls your name out

for a moment you’re torn

you could just go up to jaehyun, tell him what really happened and avoid spending the rest of your time with taeil

you’d be risking a lot - because jaehyun wouldn’t lie for you. he’d take you straight to his father and you don’t know what would await you there

or you could go with taeil

succumb to your choice and trek it out for the remaining months

no one would know you tried to escape, well at least not until taeil decided to tell them

he’d probably dangle it over your head like blackmail

but somehow

that was better than facing the ceo

you join taeil, brushing past jaehyun and feeling a shiver go down your spine

the image of him holding the gun aimed at taeil - right in front of you,,,,,,it chills you to your core

you end up back in the office with taeil, a couple of people ask if you’re really feeling ok and you assure them that it’s fine

mark seems wary just like jaehyun and once again offers that you change your pick to him

but something keeps you from doing so

mostly because you need to keep an eye out on taeil so he doesn’t let anyone know you tried to run away (and effectively rat out the whole place)

but also,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it somehow feels wrong to think of choosing someone else

after this whole mess of an escape plan,,,,,,taeil seems to go through a change of heart

his personality is still erratic and the tasks you’re dealt by him are sometimes downright outrageous

but he’s cut back on the mocking

and he’s much more open about what he really has been up to

of course, only when you’re around to hear

another big change is that he starts driving you to and from work

sometimes there are nights where he just takes you back to that simple little studio

you ask him why the first time he does it and he explains that it’s just for show

jaehyun wants him keeping a closer eye on you ever since you got sick, so every now and then he’ll have you spend the night there so jaehyun doesn’t go off nagging about it

“so this really is your place?”

you don’t touch the tea taeil has set down for you, still not so comfy with the idea of being friendly with him

“one of them. no one ever suspects a criminal living in next door. just your friendly neighbor.”

you refuse to sleep on his bed, and taeil lets you bring a sleeping bag from home

the more you end up staying there - the more you learn about the parts of taeil you’d never really expect

for one the cds on that shelf are just cds

a lot of them are from famous 90s female soloists and at one point you peak into his open closet to see a guitar in the back

taeil obviously likes music, he hums when he does work by himself and you ask one day (much to johnny’s bewilderment) if taeil used to be a singer or something of that sort

“sorry love, i know close to nothing about him. but he did once tell me he has perfect pitch.”

you think that’s a rather odd talent in this industry, and you don’t tell taeil that you heard about it

instead one night when you’re forced to stay over again you ask if instead of sitting in this uncomfortable silence

if taeil can put on one of the cd’s

“i don’t really think you’ll like my music taste-”

“try me”

you wait as taeil shuffles around and then you hear a click

stevie nicks’ ‘two kinds of love’ fill the room

and you get slightly taken back at the pick

“who in the world do you think that you are fooling~”

taeil moves slightly to the melody and you watch half enchanted half confused as he keeps up with nicks’ unique vocals

it’s a rather strange choice especially in this day and age, but it’s not entirely unwelcome

and somehow it fits the persona of taeil you’ve gotten to know through this insane whirlwind

for the first time,,,,,you don’t want to escape the room you’re in with him

instead you want to keep listening to that voice

the song ends and the next one begins, taeil says you can feel free to turn it off if you’d like

but you just let it play

you get up at some point just to shuffle through the other cds and you don’t notice taeil watching you

a small smile settles on his lips because when he calls your name

you don’t flinch

you just look up and ask “yes?”

you’re probably a month into this whole mess when taeil suddenly suggests you leave work with him early

“i don’t want to go on one of your ‘suicide missions’ as everyone else calls it -”

“well damn you just get feistier and feistier with me, huh?”

he raises an eyebrow and you cross your arms

the days of you not answering him back are long gone

and much to your amusement taeil likes that about you

“and anyway, we aren’t going to do business. in fact - i just have to ask you something that i can’t inside that godforsaken building.”

curiosity gets the better of you as you watch taeil lie to jaehyun about getting some work done from home

you follow behind and still, the chill you’d gotten from jaehyun when he pulled that gun follows you just like his gaze

taeil walks past his car and instead beckons you to follow him out onto the street

you don’t really understand what’s going on until you’ve walked a couple of blocks away and taeil turns to you

“ive been thinking about it and i feel like you had the right idea.”

“the right idea about what?”

“about escaping.”

you stop short and give taeil a look

“what- taeil why are you bringing that up now? are you finally going to tell the ceo-”

“no, did you hear me right - i said i think you had the right idea. i think it’s time to get out of this place.”

you shift in your spot and start walking again

to passerby's you look like two co-workers in a natural conversation

hell you might even look like a young couple

but your voice is panicked and taeil is getting excited at the prospect

“i mean, if we both escape - it’s a win win. you get out of korea, and out of the next five months of dealing with me and then i get out and i don’t have to run around like a dog for the jungs anymore.”

you look down, trying to maul this over in your head

“taeil -”

he glances your way

“why did you even join the jungs in the first place?”

he shrugs

“i thought it’d be fun?”

“i don’t buy that. next.”

he chuckles and makes a side comment about how nothing gets by you

but then he seems to get serious

“i didn’t have a future doing anything else. music was my passion in life but it fell through,,,,,”

he trails off

“and aside from that i didn’t have anything else to care about. and when you’ve lost the only thing to live for you start finding shortlived meanings in other places.”

“what do you mean,,,”

you ask, gentle for the first time in a conversation with taeil

“i mean i got mixed in with some people, i wanted to make money but i couldn’t do it through music so i found other ways. you know, illegal ways.”

he pauses and you take a second to notice how this is possible the longest time you’ve been in a conversation with him

and haven’t seen that manic smile on his face

instead his profile is unsettlingly calm as he recalls his memories

without the wacky grin on his face - you would even say he looks rather handsome

with a well defined jaw and prettily shaped eyes

even his voice seems to become more appealing as he speaks without a sense of sarcasm in his tone

“turns out i had other gifts aside from music, i have great aim with a riffle and have never been scared of blood. but you know, that’s just me bragging.”

he turns to you with a chuckle but you’re not laughing along with him

“did the jungs recruit you?”

“sort of,,,,,my old boss cheated jaehyun’s father and so our gang ended up getting torn apart. the ceo saved me from ,,,,,, well ,,,,,,,, punishment because he’d heard rumors about me.”

“rumors?”

taeil shakes his head

“i don’t want to get into it, but what do you say - how do you feel about attempting another escape with me?”

there are a hundred, no probably a million reasons why you should have said no

but then again

there’s one reason you said yes

much like there was one reason you’d picked taeil in the first place

out of everyone at jung enterprises - he wanted to get out of there as badly as you

and he had the ability to do so (plus he was probably way better at these kinds of things than you)

taeil explains that as much as he’d love to just turn around and walk out of the jung building one day

he cant do that

cctv records when he comes in and out, and being gone for a prolonged period of time will get noted by someone in security and jaehyun will be notified

on top of that all of the members have a special eye on him

he gives you background information on what you’d overhead about him going awol in italy

“it was a failed escape plan. i had done a snipping job of a high profile gambler who owed the ceo money,,,,,,,i had gotten a hold of over half a million dollars and wanted to smuggle it through wire transfer to another country that i could later fly to ,,,,,,,, but that tech nerd taeyong got on my tracks. so i lied and said i just had some mishaps with my fake passport.”

you kind of find it hard to believe taeil really wants to leave this job,,,,,he just seems like he enjoys all this dark stuff way to much

but then you look at the cds and think about what he told you on your walk

“and when you’ve lost the only thing to live for you start finding short lived meanings in other places”

it’s weird how you had felt so uneasy around taeil before

how you had always thought he was one moment from snapping, how he’d actually just hold your own means of escape as blackmail over your head

and yet now

you didn’t feel uneasy at all

in fact ,,,,,, you think you were beginning to trust taeil

because no matter how wild he’d been before, he was thorough in his planning

he didn’t jump headfirst into it like you had

he was making steps and using his leverage with different members to his advantage

you’d never admit it to his face - but he was proving himself to be smart

no wonder the ceo kept him around,,,,,,,

finally taeil lays it all out for you

“there’s an upcoming job to transfer smuggled goods through a warehouse downtown. apparently the parts are packaged inside specific handbags and i offered to jaehyun that you play the part of a buyer who’d be interested in purchasing the disguised handbags. at first he said no way but then i ,,,,,,, convinced him.”

you sit back, “what did you say to him?”

“well i said that you were bored of doing paperwork and so ,,,,”

“you told jaehyun I wanted to do this?!??!”

“how else do you think he’d let me take you along with us?”

you cross your arms, but finally give in

you had thought you and taeil would just pick a day to make a mad dash for the airport

or maybe you’d be hiding out on some cruise ship

but he was the criminal - you were just the civilian (with a bit of a rowdy attitude - as taeil described it)

“so when you buy the designated handbags, the seller will know which ones to give you, you’ll bring them over to mark - he’s going to be acting like your friend whose also shopping around-”

“wait,,,,,,,,,why is mark there - i thought it would just be you and me”

taeil’s shoulder fall a little for a second

“im not usually on these kinds of jobs,,,,,this is kind of like childs play for my talents. i do more,,,,,, hmmm bloody kinds of jobs?”

you shake your head and make it known that you’d like to be spared the details

“but then why is jaehyun letting you go in on this one?”

“well you picked me as your knight in shining armor so i have to be there. mark is just collateral.”

“hey - don’t say that he’s nice.”

taeil apologizes, jokingly of course but you are a bit upset that you’ll have to be betraying mark right to his face

you do hope one day he’ll understand the position you’re in

taeil goes on to explain

“after that, ill be waiting in a car out back. ill get out and start helping you guys load the handbags. one of them contains payment for the ceo, ill take that handbag and put it to the side. once we’re in the car - ill pretend jaehyun is calling me and step out, you can come with me since im basically supposed to keep an eye out for you - but ill secretly smuggle the payment into my jacket. once we round the corner of the warehouse - there will be our moment to escape. mark will think we’re having a long phone call so it’ll buy us time and this money is clean so we can use it to pay for tickets without being tracked by the jungs.”

it’s a lot to process really

you don’t know where to begin making sense of it but there’s a sense that taeil has been running in this game long enough to make a coherent plan out of this

you nod slowly and then look up at taeil

it’s been a roller coaster with him

since the moment you got introduced to now

and somehow you thought you’d end up hating every second spent with him, but these days it didn’t seem like that at all

“where are you going to go, im going to my relatives so -”

taeil just runs a hand through his hair

“ill figure it out.”

something feels heavy in the center of your chest,,,,,,you didn’t expect that you’d be thinking about taeil’s safety just as much as you were thinking about yours

but that night you’d for the first time agreed to sleep on his bed

you turned over, taeil was borrowing your sleeping bag for the night

sprawled out on it with his hair everywhere and his mouth slightly open

you didn’t know if everything he was saying was a lie or not ,,,,,,,,,,, how the same person who had intimidated you so much before just looked so,,,,,,,,,, vulnerable now

you think about it - what kind of childhood did he have? did he grow up wanting to be a musician, to bring happiness to others and ended up doing just the opposite?

you look at him and suddenly the heaviness in your chest is a sharp pain

does it hurt him to be cruel?

the job gets confirmed by jaehyun’s father and everything gets set up for the following monday

mark keeps making rounds to ask you if you’re REALLY ok being a part of this

you assure him every time that you are - adding a silent apology for whats waiting for him actually

taeil keeps up with his antics in front of everyone, showing up looking like the out-of-his-mind lawyer everyone pins him to be

and making sure no one is suspicious of anything

but when you two are alone it’s a whole other story

up to a point where you are pretty impressed with this front he’s been holding up

“it’s not a front.”

he says when you bring it up the night before the big day

“but you’re so different,,,,,,,when you’re not around them. when you’re alone with me.”

taeil stands up and walks closer to you

much like he has a million times before

but this is the first time you’re not shaking with fear or feeling the anxiety of anticipation at what he’ll say or do next

you just,,,,,,,,,,,feel his warmth come closer to yours

“people are multi dimensional. i was that person for a long time, enticed only by danger - living only to think ill die tomorrow but now there’s been a shift inside of me.”

you feel the air thicken

you refuse the reality of the moment

no, there’s no way this is happening

there is no way im feeling what im feeling

for him

for taeil

the details of his face jump out at you

brown bedroom eyes, slightly tanned skin, thick dark hair

where did my hatred for you go? when did my discomfort turn to pleasure? why am i looking at taeil and thinking ,,,,,,, hoping ,,,,,,,, longing for him to-

“can i kiss you?”

it’s breathed against your cheek, it feels like a butterfly that’s just grazed your skin

your brain reasons with you, it plays back all the times he’s made you feel humiliated - all the times you’ve wanted to punch him and tear him down

but none of it has an effect because you put your hands up

settling them on his shoulders

taeil is stronger than he looks, you’ve known that for a while and you can feel the curve of his collarbone

his eyes are burrowing through you

you’re not even naked and yet you feel like you don’t even have to be because he can see it all anyway

“yes”

taeil kisses like a firecracker, he tries to start of with a gentleness but you groan against his lips to not waste your time

to not hold back

he chuckles and says something about how that’s the person he fell for

always putting him in place, making sure he doesn’t slack

it’s weird how you imagined he’d taste of cigarettes and how it’d put you off

but he doesn’t

he taste slightly of the chamomile tea he likes to drink

and you find yourself enjoying it much more than anticipated

his hands know what to do, they know what places to touch

“have you done this a lot?”

you ask against his neck and taeil shakes his head

“im just a natural i guess.”

“oh shuttup, you liar”

he laughs and somehow that turns you on too

in the morning you ready yourselves mentally

by making out more

and also going through the plan step by step

you feel butterflies in your stomach and you’re not sure if that’s because of the fact you’ll be escaping the clutches of the jungs

or if you see taeil’s back flex a little as he pulls a white shirt over his head

either way you find yourself at the warehouse

mark standing against a wall

your hand reaching out to take a number of hangbags from the seller

with more confidence than you thought you had in you

you pass some to mark

once you’re confirmed to have gotten all of them you follow him back out to the car

taeil steps out

taking the load of your hands and letting his eyes flick over the contents

mark’s busy loading his bags into the trunk and he doesn’t see taeil wink your way

once inside the car, that’s when everything becomes vibrantly real

you feel your pulse quicken

but then taeil’s cool hand brushes yours

don’t be nervous

his eyes say and he takes his phone out from his pocket

“prince jung is calling me again - im going to take this outside.”

he motions for you to follow him but before you open up your side of the door

mark puts out a hand

“they can stay in here with me.”

you throw a worried look over at taeil and you can see the cogs in his brain are working too

the seconds feel like hours

and marks hold on you is like a chain dragging you down

taeil sighs

“god i really didn’t want to do this.”

he mutters and you gasp when he pulls something out of his pocket

it’s a small handgun, so tiny that you didn’t even notice he had it

mark tries to move to shield you but taeil just gives an annoyed groan

“you idiot, im pointing it at you lee!”

mark’s eyebrows furrow

“what the hell do you mean-”

“let them go.”

you look at mark and nod, something in his worried eyes goes stone cold

“are you in on this too?”

you don’t answer, but you feel his fingers uncurl from your wrist

you feel horrible, you feel like the worst person on earth

but you get out of the car and behind taeil

who uses his free hand to get the car keys

slowly he backs away - keeping his eyes on mark who sits looking ice cold in the backseat of the car

“sorry man, there was no other way.”

taeil says as he closes the door and clicks it shut

he lowers the gun and you reach out to interlace your fingers with him

“let’s run!”

you and him sprint off and turn the curb of the warehouse - to your shock you hear glass shatter behind you

“mark probably shot the window open!”

taeil explains and keeps tugging you toward him as you turn the bend

waiting there is another car, taeil ushers you inside and you look into the rear view mirror as the door closes to see mark turning the curb too

there are gunshots, you think he must be aiming for the tires

but taeil pulls backwards and the sudden movement stuns both you and mark

long enough that he pulls out of the warehouse back lot and back onto the street

you can feel your heart racing and you think you’re seeing stars in your vision

but taeil’s driving is just as insane as the first time he drove you home and it’s the only saving grace that get you two to the airport

the money is thrown down in front of the ticketing agent and you quickly say the name of the flight you want

taeil hesitates

i thought he said last night that he chose where he wanted to go - don’t tell me he lied!??!

you see his eyes scan the boards, but your flight leaves in twenty minutes and the ticketing agent is urging that if you want to get on it you have to buy the last ticket now

but how can you

you need to know taeil will be safe too

that he isn’t going to turn around and walk back into the hands of the jungs

he’ll die if he does that - they’ll kill him for sure!

without another thought you scrap the idea, you take one look at the board and see the other last minute flight

“two tickets to china.”

taeil whips his head over to look at you wide eyed

“that’s not where your family is-”

but it’s too late you’re taking the tickets and handing the agent the money

the rest you scoop back into your hands and you tug taeil along through the terminals

neither of you have nothing but the clothes on your backs and the money you got from the warehouse

taeil is looking at you - a mixture of confusion and doubt all on his face

but you don’t say anything you just keep pulling him toward the terminal

it’s not until you’re on the plane

that everything floods down and you turn to him

“why didn’t you buy the ticket to see your family?”

he asks again, this time neither of you is on the high of adrenaline

sanity is seeping back in

but you don’t feel the guilt you thought you would

you don’t feel like you made the wrong decision

instead you just lean up and flick taeil’s forehead

“you idiot, you said you picked a destination last night.”

“wh-what are you talking about who care you just gave up the chance to go to your family and be sa-”

you shrug

“i learned that sometimes being reckless is the better choice. plus,,,,,,,,what was i going to do - let you wonder off on your own? you’ll probably die without someone to take care-”

taeil suddenly understands

he gets why you chose these two tickets to china

he leans over, pressing a kiss on your lips in the middle of your sentence

“you could have just said you wanted me to stick around.”

you huff, crossing your arms

taeil chuckles and starts pressing even more kisses up your neck

you tell him to cut it out there are kids on this plane

but he just pulls back with a big grin

“i was right,,,,,,,,,,,you are the gift that keeps on giving.”

“if you compare me to a gift or anything else one more time ill call jaehyun the second we get off this plane.”

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The Moonlit Ship (Pirate!AU)

im aware I have a bunch of other next parters to finish with fics but I promised this one for @genjis-girlfriend so I gotta deliver,, the Esther pirate au continuation will come back, as will the part two to the normalverse neva fics I was writing. I have a lot of ideas it’s a matter of getting the willpower to finish them. that being said this does take place after Esther has been saved so. thumbs up

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Legends told of monsters swarming the seas that pirates dared to tread. She knew they were real, after having seen Moirin sing to mermaids. But what other monsters laid in their path?

Beth had rushed into Captain Red’s office that morning, and read the passage from Neva’s diary aloud to her friend. Her gentle but excited voice read crystal clear the delicate cursive writing, “…‘and past that cave, when the moon was high and the stars were right, the ship appeared. I boarded alone, insisting on doing so in fear that if more approached the ghost ship, it would vanish. It was easy to cast the waters wrong and gave the ship vanish, after all. I met the captain and told him I meant no ill will and wasn’t pursuing his treasures. He couldn’t recall his name, so I gave him one. He seemed fond of it. I befriended him and told him, my crew and alliance could always be companions of his, but his boat and soul were cursed to remain where they were. He told me to go, fearing I was turning too cold, and I told the other captains of all I saw’…”

Beth looked up from the leather bound diary, placing the strap back around it and looking at Moirin. “So?” the teen asked, “Is it true?”

“Aye,” Moirin nodded. “Your mother was a brave one, going alone to see the ghost. We wouldn’t have believed it if we didn’t accompany her crew on the Songbird. We all stared at that ghost ship and I hoped she would come back safe. She did, but she was freezing. That water has ice bergs strewn through it. It’s dangerous waters.”

Beth looked at the diary in her hands and a smile grew on her face. Moirin frowned and shook her head.

“Now lassie,” she began, “that’s a dangerous trip. Worse than some of our others. I know you’re trying to go to all the same places your mother did, but it isn’t safe enough for you to board alone, and we still don’t know how he’ll respond if he sees too many people.”

“Then why don’t we find out?” Beth asked with a bright smile. “Please? Moirin, you know how to find all these places! Please, help a girl find pieces of her mom again.” Moirin chewed at her lip then sighed.

“You’ve got those same begging eyes as hers,” she chuckled. “She gave me those same begs and pleads to go when she first found out. Alright, we’ll set sail tomorrow. But be ready. It’ll be a long and tiresome trip.”

“I understand,” Beth nodded. Moirin smiled and kissed the girl’s head.

“Now off with ya,” Moirin teased, “go get ready for supper. Jonathan and Junior will be back soon from helping the kids unload the ship.”

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The sail presented the crew with storming rain, seas that were rough and angered, and air that sent the friends aboard the ship to have their teeth chatter wildly and shiver in huddles together.

Beth, with her long and dark cloak on, leaned close to the edge of the ship, her eyes pealed for the ghost ship. Johnny helped wrap part of his large cloak around Esther to help keep her warm. The young lady cuddled close to him, the young man offering a kind smile. Ghost stayed close to Moirin, uncomfortable the whole time with Beth’s wish.

“She can’t go alone,” Ghost murmured. “A ghost pirate—who knows what he could do to her!”

“I’ll go with her,” Moirin smiled gently. “I might not have gone with Neva, but you know I can keep her safe.”

“No,” Ghost said. Moirin crossed her arms, raising a brow.

“You think I can’t protect her?”

“No, no, it’s not that!” Ghost stammered. “Mo… she’s my responsibility. She’s my daugh—uh, ward, I suppose. And besides, I’ve almost lost you so many times. A ghost pirate—no, no. I’ll accompany her.”

“And who will protect you then?” Moirin pursed her lips. Ghost fiddled with his pipe to light it, anxious and refusing to answer. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, alright? We don’t know what he’s like. Neva only knows. She says he was kind, but a little skittish. I don’t know how he’ll respond to the both of you. So we’ll be close.”

“Captain!” Alex called from the crow’s nest, telescope in hand. “We’re here!”

“Understood!” Moirin called back up. To the rest of the crew, she moved to give her directions. Ghost watched Beth, staring out.

There, in the dark waters, stars decorating the sky, a full moon covered by a cloud and the waves almost turned still in one spot. The cloud slowly moved, at once the light of the moon hit the still water, the ghost ship appeared.

Ghost felt his heart almost stop and his face grow pale.

“Climb aboard,” Alex smiled at Beth, getting the small rowboat read. He held his hand to her and she gently took it as he helped her climb inside. Ghost rushed over and cleared his throat.

“Excuse me,” he nearly shoved Alex aside, “but I’ll be joining you, Bethany. This is a dangerous trip, and I refuse to allow you to go alone.” Beth gave an annoyed frown, but it slowly turned into a smirk.

“Fine,” she said, as he sat down. “Then you paddle.” She handed the oars to Ghost. He grumbled as Alex lowered the boat, but did row them to the ghost ship.

As they grew closer each time, the boat became more clear, more solid and real. A rope dangled down from the side of the ship, down to he small boat the two were sailing in. With a brave and determined smile, Beth murmured, “C'mon,” to her steward, grabbed the rope and began to climb. Ghost frowned as he followed.

“You seem—hrgh—to know how to—uhn—climb very well, Bethany,” Ghost raised a brow, climbing much slowly after Beth. The teenager grinned.

“I did learn a lot in living with the alliance so far,” she said. Ghost frowned.

“I know you climbed the roof of the manor when you thought I wouldn’t notice, my lady,” he said. Beth grew a slight blush but still smiled.

Pulling herself over the railing of the ship, then Ghost, the older man looked in disbelief at the transparent ship below his feet.

“This can’t be happening,” he mumbled. Fear was in the back of his throat that he hoped Beth wouldn’t notice.

“Um,” Beth called, “hello? Is anybody here? We aren’t here to hurt you or steal or cause trouble!” Ghost looked around, Beth doing the same.

Ghost paled at the sight of something and began stammering.

“I don’t see him anywhere,” Beth sighed, her back to Ghost and what he was staring at. Ghost’s hand gripped the air behind him as he tried to find and hold onto Beth.

“Beth!” Ghost turned the girl around, “Look!” She frowned at Ghost’s force but quickly went silent and blinked at the actual ghost before her.

He was all blue, with torn remains of a pirate captain’s hat and clothes. Beth stared up at him wide-eyed. Ghost was silent and his mouth moved frantically to try and find words that wouldn’t come out. The ghost stared at them silently, floating closer. Ghost placed his hands firmly on the girl’s shoulders.

“Who are you,” his sorrowful, corse voice asked. Beth stepped forward, holding tight to her sapphire necklace.

“I—I-I’m Lady Bethany Collins,” she began. “And I’m here to—”

“Collins,” the ghost growled, “him and his damn son. They ruined the lives of pirates. Tried to slaughter us—” the ghost reached for his sword from his side, his form turning white and angry, unstable. Ghost backed away and pulled Beth behind him.

“Don’t you dare hurt her—” Ghost began.

“Who are you,” the ghost repeated. Ghost cleared his throat and stood straight.

“My name is Jonathan B—” Ghost tried again. The spirit glared at him and shoved him away.

“You are nothing,” he grumbled. “But she… well, how will those Collins feel if one of their own is killed?”

“No!” Ghost cried.

“Wait!” Beth shouted, “I’m the daughter of Neva! Captain Neva!! O-of the Songbird!” The pirate ghost went still.

“You are… her child… and a Collins…” he murmured. “How is this possible?”

“M-my parents fell in love,” Beth tried to explain. “Th-they kept it a secret. My mother passed away a-and I was raised in the life of a lady, but now I’m following to all the places my mother went.”

“If you’re truly hers,” the ghost began, “then what’s my name?”

“She doesn’t know!” Ghost exclaimed, slowly standing up. “Her mother died in childbirth.”

“She lies!” the ghost screamed.

“No!” Beth gasped, “N-no, I’m not! She is my mother! I have her diary—” Beth patted her cloak but felt nothing. She left it on the boat.

“Lies,” the ghost accused again.

“Y-your name, that she gave you,” Beth stammered, “I-it was… it was…”

“I hate liars,” the ghost drew his sword again, “always have. I cared for my crew. But if they lied, if they crossed me—”

“S-stop, y-you—you, you specter!” Beth shouted. The ghost went still. He slowly slipped his sword back and stared at the girl.

“You guessed what she nicknamed me,” the ghost spoke softly, calm, and returning to his blue state. “Specter. Spect for short.”

“How creative,” Ghost grumbled. Beth smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Spect,” Beth spoke gently. “All I wanted was to meet you. Possibly… be a friend?”

“It’s difficult to be friends when you only appear at certain moments,” Spect sighed, “but I would appreciate occasional visits. Neva would visit me, tell me stories and I would tell her some in return.”

“I don’t think I have a story for you,” Beth tapped her lip. A grin crossed her face and her little brown hands slid behind her neck. “How about this?” She slipped off her sapphire necklace and held it out to Spect. He shook his head.

“Oh, no, I have enough treasures—” Spect paused and blinked, looking closer at the necklace. “Oh! This necklace… it came from my treasures!”

“What?” Beth looked up at him in awe. Spect smiled.

“I gave this to her,” he hummed sadly, “after she proved herself to be a true captain—and a good friend. I told her, keep it safe, and if she were to give it to anyone else, be sure they deserved such a gift.”

“My father and Doc said my mother saved this to give to me,” Beth whispered. “She had it off when she died. When the doctor said I was due any minute, she took it off and told them that it would be mine. I’ve worn it for as long as I can remember.”

“You had a very special mother,” Spect spoke kindly, his voice blowing gently like wind. “And I can see you are a very special girl, as well. Keep your necklace. Neva wanted you to have it. I won’t tarnish her wishes.” Beth smiled up at the ghost, then flung her arms around him in a hug. He seemed startled—even afraid—but slowly placed his arms around her and smiled back. He released her, Beth tilting her head up at him.

“Hey… Spect?”

“Yes?”

“Is it… at all possible… my mother might be a ghost as well?”

Spect sighed, his hair beneath his hat sagging more in sadness, “I can’t be sure. Ghosts only return when they have some sort of unfinished purpose. Mine is to warn other pirates, and to lure greedy ones to their demise.”

“Charming,” Ghost mumbled.

“I don’t think your mother has come back as a ghost,” Spect explained. “But perhaps, when I vanish again, I can look and see if she’s around.”

“Thank you—wait, vanish?” Beth raised a brow. Spect nodded.

“When the moon fades, I’ll be gone,” he explained. “You and your… friend, should get back to your ship, before time runs out.”

“Oh,” Beth nodded slowly, “yes, yes. Thank you! Thank you, Spect, for everything.”

“Of course,” Spect gave a little bow. Beth and Ghost climbed down the rope and back onto their rowboat, heading back to the Fairy Wing.

Tossing ropes back down to the two, Alex and Johnny tugged the boat back up and helped the two out.

“Well?” Moirin rushed over to the two, “What did you see?” Beth looked back at the ghost ship, as it faded with another cloud covering the moon. She gave a little smile at it, holding her necklace close to her chest.

“A friend.”

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