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the-silentium · 4 years

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Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader, Venom x Reader

Warning: Extreme fluff, smut

Words: 3850 words

A/N: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner. Thank you for the request! This is my very first smut, hope you guys will like it. Please leave comments!

Requested by: @reddeath1888

#11 & #35

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

A pristine white layer of snow had fallen on the city, making you jump in glee at the sight. You were used to white winters, with the cold wind and snowflakes hitting your red cheeks, the dark evenings by the fireplace enjoying a nice mug of your mum's special hot chocolate and the endless days passed outside, playing in the snow with your neighbors. Winter had always been your favorite season because it was a sign that the Holidays were coming soon, but more than anything, you loved playing in the snow.

Sadly, since you moved from your little hometown in Canada to San Francisco for a job opportunity, the winter you knew changed. The winter after your moving you waited very patiently for the white blanket to fall on the city, only to be disappointed on Christmas when it never happened. Never before did you passed the holiday without the oh so loved frozen water. At this moment, you started doubting your life choice. Could you live in a place where snow is as mythical as Santa?

You had seriously thought about your existential problem for a couple of days and concluded that yes, you would have to live in this city, for your pay was very good, your apartment very comfy and the neighbor a sight for sore eyes. If needed, you could give your parents a visit and enjoy the benefits of your country’s weather.

Now, 4 years later, you didn't regret your choice. In January, soon after your decision of staying in the American city, your neighbor showed up at your door, a sheepish smile on his face. Like everyone else in San Francisco, his apartment was plunged into darkness and all his food needed a certain form of cooking. Sure, he could have ordered some food, but his cell phone was dead. Your hospitable personality made you open the door and invite him inside to share your food. Fortunately for you, you finished cooking your meal just before the electricity stopped flowing through the wires and killed your slow cooker. Sharing a hot stew and a nice sugar pie, you learned a lot about your guest. He was a journalist who moved from New York some years ago to be with his ex-fiancé who broke up with him because he used her access to some legal documents to expose a killer. They both lose their jobs but he managed to clean his name after 6 months.

You found yourself intrigued by him. He looked like the king of guy who you would like to hang around. He seemed sweet, funny, smart and you would dare say trustworthy even if he did stole information to his ex-fiancé. You didn't know if you could have held a grudge at him for that. After all, he tried to expose a sociopath who took advantage of innocents who didn't understand what they were signing for.

When a yawn escaped your mouth, Eddie thanked you for the food and the nice chat. He invited you over a week later when his oven would work and he could attempt to cook something edible for you. You laughed and smiled at him, warmth spreading in your body to the possibilities that having dinner to his place could lead to. You couldn't deny that he was handsome and that you had already imagined how exhaustingly pleasurable a night with him would be.

Now that you looked at him, his lower abdomen hidden from your view but his chiseled chest perfectly on display, his hair still messy from the activities of the night prior and his relaxed expression, you are glad that you chose to stay. You have never been happier than with this man at your side, even in the bad days of your relationship. They were often related to their possessiveness over you, because apparently, you are too naive and kind for your own good.

Oh. Yes. You know about the alien renting your boyfriend's body. You met him one night when Eddie took you out on a date. You were both on his bike, getting back home after a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant when a drunk driver decided that the red light was a new sign for let's roll even faster and hit Eddie's bike at a crazy speed. Every time the brunette took you on a ride, you always enjoyed having your head on his back, your eyes scanning your side environment and not the front. This time was no exception, causing your heart to stop beating for a second when you saw the car coming at full speed in your exact position. Your muscles reacted quickly, your hands tightening on your boyfriend's jacket and eyes closing tightly in anticipation of the impact.

To your surprise, you didn't die. You expected pain, some broken limbs, a lot of blood… and more pain. But none of that happened. You felt an impact, but it was like you were in a pool of jello. The impact was weakened, everything around you seemed to be undulating and every sound was muffled. Maybe it was your adrenaline kicking in, numbing all your senses. After all, you never felt an adrenaline rush before so you couldn't compare. When your eyes finally opened, you realized that your senses weren't muffled by your fight or flight hormone but by an enormous beast with the most frightening rows of fangs you have ever saw.

You remember the panic that consumed your thoughts and paralyzed your body. Tears were staining your cheek while all you could do was stare at the black creature who got you pressed against its chest with its bulky arms. A whimper escaped your mouth, his pristine eyes meeting your frightened gaze. He seemed to open his mouth to talk, but the second his fangs moved, you tried to push yourself away with all your might. Your greatest feat was that you had managed to keep the content of your bladder in your bladder. It passed really close, but the gates remained closed and your ego was still intact. Closing his mouth and hiding his fangs from your view by doing so, the dark creature you would soon know as Venom took you home. You may have been paralyzed in fear back at the crash scene, now that you were in your apartment it was completely different. You hadn't realized it was your apartment. Just that he took you through a window and let you down. It was then that the real adrenaline kicked in. Your heart quickened its already fast pace, your breathing following the lead. A sudden surge of courage made you feel invincible and, without thinking much about your action, you throw your arm back while curling your hand in a tight fist and put all your strength in the punch directed at the middle of its black chest.

You didn't expect the surface to be so hard, nor did you expect the disturbing crunch of your metacarpal bones breaking. This pain, you felt it very clearly and boy did you regret your move. You had a good boyfriend though, he appeared underneath all the black mass and tended to your physical and mental wounds. He answered every question you had about the alien while getting you to the hospital to get your hand checked up.

Back to the matter at hand, the snow on your window sill was very tempting. So tempting that you couldn't help but to open the window and make a little ball out of the cold flakes. You loved the feeling of the snow melting in your hand, memories playing in the back of your mind. Suddenly, a smile crept on your face, a hilarious plan forming into your mind.

Gathering a bit more of the precious snow, you shaped it in a no too tight ball and hide it behind your back. You didn't want to hurt him with a too-tight ball at close range, but you wanted it to explode all over his chest. As quietly as possible, you made your way back to your sleeping boyfriend. Luckily for you, he wasn't a light sleeper, especially when both symbiote and man joined forces to give you a complete night of sensation and pleasure. The following mornings were generally passed in bed, cuddling with feather-like touches and small kisses.

Climbing in the bed, you straddled his abdomen and peppered his face with kisses while slowly touching his exposed chest. In no time, a black snaky head formed near Eddie's head, a small toothy smile greeting you. His low purr made you giggle before you greeted him with his daily good morning kiss on the head.

You had made it your personal mission to thank the symbiote every day for saving your life. The boys repeated you countless of time that you didn't have to do it, Venom was happy to save you from any danger, but you wouldn't have any of that. It started with baked goods. He always loved your cookies and cakes, so each day there was a tray full for him. You never told them, but you wanted to give the symbiote cookies because he still scared the shit out of you at first. This tactic had as a goal to keep him away from you while maybe gain his good graces. You had them already but all you could see in him was a dangerous predator and every time he was fully out, the hair on your neck would rise. But then you finally saw the soft side of him. It was there for you the whole time, only for you, but you were blinded by the fangs, the wicked talons and the difference of height. He had always been delicate around you, cautious to never cause you any harm or scare you off for good. He could smell your fear whenever he was there, saddening him that he couldn't have his affection returned. Eddie was there to cheer him up and show him to be patient. Your reaction was normal, you just needed time. All his efforts paid off in the end because one day after he had defended you from Eddie's eternal teasing about your 'Canadian spirit' (all that because you can't stop yourself from saying sorry) you had kissed his head as a thank you for helping you. He had blinked at you several time, seemingly processing the interaction and suddenly a loud purr resonated in the room. Your laughter surprised even yourself and you couldn't resist but pet Venom's head like you would do a cat. His eyes closed in bliss and the purring continued for a while. He wasn't as monstrous as you initially thought, so you changed your thank you tactic for kisses on the head. With time, your kisses held a much more different meaning. Venom could feel your affection in them and in your manner of interacting with him, in your little touches, your smiles, and whispers at night. He thought he was glad that he had found his perfect host, but he was really glad that his host had found the perfect partner for both of them.

Venom returned your kiss with a little lick on the cheek of his own, satisfying his craving for your contact. His little head nuzzled your neck, leaving little licks here and there. You returned to your task of waking up your human boyfriend, placing your hand not holding the snowball on his cheeks, the feeling of his subtle facial hair tickling your palm made you smile. How you got such a handsome gal and his symbiote in your life was beyond your understanding. You were so normal, sometimes you couldn't stop yourself but be shy in public when you were with him. You would try to make yourself small, but they wouldn’t have any of that, instead getting you to the front if the attention and showing you off. His wonderful girlfriend, he would always say.

Your gaze meets a sleepy blue one, his lips moving to form a smile while a hand moved to your buttocks. He never told you, but you knew he loved it when you wore his shirts. Every time there was one on the floor, you would pick it up and wear it with nothing else. At first, there weren’t a lot of them, he would usually throw them in the laundry basket but some didn't make it because he got home late at night and was too exhausted to reach the basket. After some time of your form wearing only his shirts around the apartment, you started to find his shirts on the floor more often.

"Good morning gorgeous." His raspy voice reached your core, making you blush lightly. You hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Good morning handsome." You kissed his throat following by his lips and sit back up on him. The snowball started to melt in your hand so you had to make your move soon. Your radiant smile made him frown in confusion.

"Today is not Christmas, right? I think there's another month before that." His question made you laugh. You shook your head and started to trace forms on his chest.

"You're right." You stopped your tracing and leaning down to his ear. "Last night, something spectacular happened." You whispered.

His hand on your ass tightened in recollection of last night’s activities. Little did he know that you weren't talking about that. He grunts in approval to your statement and shifts a bit beneath you. You straightened once more and smiled sweetly at his naked form.

"You see, it snowed last night and I thought that you would like to feel it." You said, getting on your knees and ready to throw the snowball at him, your hand in the air.

He immediately tried to protect himself with his arms, forming an X between you and him. His eyes were wide open and his voice urgent.

"Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

You couldn't help yourself but throw it at his chest, bypassing his bad protection. In a second, you were on your feet and ran for the kitchen in an attempt to put distance between you and the cursing man. Your laughter led him back to you in seconds, his pissed expression making you double over and clench at your stomach. His strong hands got a hold of your body, carrying you over his shoulder to the bathroom. He put you in the shower, cautious that you won't fall in the tub while Venom started the cold water. Your laughter stopped immediately when the cold water came in contact with your skin and a shriek escaped your lips. You tried to get out the tub but Eddie's strong arms blocked your escape.

"I'm sorry!" You shouted in an attempt to make them stop. Soon after, the water warmed up and Eddie joined you under the shower.

His lips found yours, initiating a well-known choreography. Your hands found their home in his hair while his were busy unbuttoning his navy shirt from your body. When he managed to open the all, he lost no time in getting it off of you, your hands leaving the softness of his hair for a moment. Your lips never let go of his, exploring the well-known territory that was his mouth. His hands got to your rear once more and a subtle tightening of his fingers told you when to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. His firm cock getting in contact with your skin got a low moan from him, the sound muffled by your mouth locked on his. Desperate for air, you pulled away, panting. His mouth shot to your throat, kissing and sucking on all your tender spots he passed so much time mentally mapping.

His thumb found your bundle of nerves, applying a good amount of pressure and being awarded by your moans. He played with you a bit, alternating between your clit and your entrance, working out your patience. He loved to hear you beg for his cock inside you, loved how desperate your kisses become after a bit of teasing. However, he had to be cautious because if he pushed you too far, you knew how to use Venom to your advantage and Eddie would be in the passenger seat while Venom took control of his body. The symbiote wouldn't come out, but everything would be him. He would control his limbs, his voice, he would have the feelings first hand and Eddie would have the remnants. Now, he couldn't have that. Maybe later, but certainly not now.

Impatience flashed in your eyes and Eddie was quick to silence you with a passionate kiss. The head of his cock teased your entrance, a buck of your hips telling him to hurry. His hard shaft slowly got in with ease, you walls deliciously tightening around him as if to welcome him. It was there that he truly felt at home, in you to the tilt, connected to you in the most intimate way and allowed to share every feeling with you without any shame. With each trust your panting accelerated and your moans became louder. Music to his ears, your voice encouraged him to go faster and deeper, reaching spots that he knew would get you to your climax and get him over the edge with you.

His name was your anchor. You moaned it in pleasure, a sweet devotion in his ears. Your fingers tightened in his hairs and he knew you were close. His thrusts became erratic, unable to concentrate on one thing. His thumb returned to your clit, giving you the pressure you needed to reach your orgasm and trigger his own. Both your moans resonated in the bathroom, the sound of the shower faint in the background. Eddie's legs were shaking a bit due to the force of his climax, but he got a good grip on you, Venom helping a lot. Closing the shower, he got you out of the tub and slowly put you on your wobbly feet.

You both dry yourself quickly and made your way back to your shared bedroom. Eddie followed you, his eyes mesmerized by the perfect form of your ass. He got a perfect view of your pussy when you bent down to get another shirt of his that was laying on the floor and put it on. Eddie tried to stop you from doing so but failed when you ducked under his arms. Quickly, you fastened the buttons and smiled, victorious.

"Love, I need this one today. Got an interview at 2." He put his hand in front of him, palm open up as if you were going to give it to him. Fool. Shaking your head, you took a step back with a playful smile.

"No. It was on the floor, I can take it." Was your simple answer. Frowning, Eddie made his way toward you in his naked glory.

"You heard me. Take. It. Off. I need it. It was clean and just fell on the floor." He presented his hand again and you shook your head again.

"And you heard me. No." At that, Eddie jumped forward and grabbed your waist. If you will not give him his shirt, he will take it. Before his hand even started lifting the fabric from your form, you hit him with your secret weapon. "You won't let a pregnant woman all naked in the cold, would you?"

It did the trick, his hands stopped moving immediately and his breath caught in his throat. He blinked, just like Venom when you first kissed his head, and his mouth opened in silent words. His hands let go of the shirt and slowly moved to your stomach. He frowned and his face took a concentrated expression. You knew he and Venom were communicating. You could feel Venom's heat through the fabric of Eddie's shirt, probably searching for proof of your saying. When Eddie's eyes returned to yours, tears were menacing to fall, his hands shaking a bit on your belly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Since when do you know?" His voice is low, almost afraid that you will tell him that it was a joke even with the confirmation that a little being was growing inside your womb. He felt the tiny heartbeat with Venom's sharpened senses.

"Two days ago. I haven't been in my period in a while, so I tried a test." Putting your hand on his, "Congratulations, daddy." The tears accumulating in his eyes finally spilled and fell on your joined hands. Seeing his reaction made you tear up too, his happiness being contagious. His lips meet yours in a quick kiss before his laugh reached your ears.

"I can't wait to see your showing belly in my shirts." He kneeled in front of you, pulled the front of the shirt and got his head in the shirt, his face on your belly with the shirt on the back of his head. Wasting no time, he kissed your skin and whisper sweet words to your unborn child, his facial hair tickling you. From your place, it seemed like you had a bump instead of your boyfriend's head and the shirt was already tight with the extra flesh.

"I think I'll have to change to your sweater, your shirts will become too tight very quickly." You touch his head like you would do your growing belly. You couldn't wait for the child to be born and present him or her their amazing father. Getting out of the piece of clothing, Eddie got up and nodded, beaming.

"Good idea." He hugged you tightly, "You don't know how happy you're making me." His voice was muffled by your hair, but you heard him clearly. You knew he would be happy. You two had already talked about having kids and you remember how Eddie was scared that you wouldn't want to have a child with him. You were quick to correct him, but you knew he didn't completely believe you. Now, it was happening and he was overjoyed. "Thank you."

"It was a team effort." You kissed the side of his head. "Well, more like you made all the effort but now it's my turn for 9 months, so team effort." He laughed at that. "More seriously though, I always wanted a kid with you Ed. So thank you." You tightened your arms a bit around his back and shrieked when he suddenly lifted you and put you on the bed.

His wicked smile told you everything you needed to know. Kissing your lips, Eddie made its way south, kissing an invisible path toward your wetness. You protested a bit but was cut off by Eddie's tongue on your clit.

"Let us thank you properly, love." His low tone made you shiver and suddenly you forgot why you tried to stop him from touching your aching flesh.

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alexthepartyman · 3 years

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The Bleeding: Plain Sight

Hi guys! My name is Alex, and I like to write fics. This is the fic that used to be known as Fine Line, but for creative reasons, not anymore! This idea has really meant a lot to me, and the amount of times I restarted this fic I-

That means something, right? I’ve gotten to various points in this story before, but I could never tell it the way I truly wanted to tell it. THis time should be it, but don’t be surprised if I start over again.

This is The Bleeding! The chapter is under the cut, and it’s 3600 words, last I checked.

CONTENT WARNINGS: MURDER, MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEATH. READ AT OWN RISK.

“Make a wish,” Elle says. I look up to where smoke is ascending from Spencer’s desk.

“Come on, man. Blow, baby! Blow!” Derek yells with a chuckle.

“I thought you were full of hot air, Reid,” Elle teases.

“Come on, Reid!”

“They’re trick candles, Spence. Okay?” JJ cuts in. “They’re gonna come back on every time.”

“Oh, Mommy to the rescue,” Derek coos, shaking Spencer’s head.

“Mommy?” Spencer asks.

“Hey, James. Come join the celebration,” Elle says. I shake my head and look away from the Latina woman smiling at me. “Oh, you’re no fun. Ignore him, Spencer.”

“This is work time, not fun time,” I dryly comment. “The distinction between the two is very important to me. And no, I won’t have any cake.”

“Okay then, suit yourself.”

“Hey, Reid, does this make you legal yet?”

“Uh….”

“Hope you like chocolate,” Elle says, turning her attention back to Spencer. I can hear a phone ring.

“Agent Hotchner?” Grant asks across the bullpen.

“Aw, look, you blew wax on the cake, man.”

“That slice is for Derek,” I comment.

“What? No way, why do I get the slice with wax on it?” Derek asks me. I look up from my work to see Spencer walk over to Gideon and watch their lips move.

“Hey, Spence, first piece for the birthday boy,” JJ says, holding a piece of cake out to him. “Spence, get over here. James, are you sure you don’t want some cake?” She turns to me, and I snap out of the zone I just went to.

“Huh-uh, no. I’m sure.”

“Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Birthday boy.”

“JJ, why don’t you feed it to him?” Derek teases.

“Sorry, guys. Party’s over,” Hotch says from the phone. I close the notebook I was working in and slide it into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and heading up to the round table. The rest of the team meets me up there, and we take our seats. “We’re going to San Diego,” he tells us.

“Not for the surfing, huh?” Derek asks.

“Nope,” I comment.

“They’re calling him the Tommy Killer,” JJ says, handing us each files.

“Six women raped and murdered in their homes in the last three weeks.”

“Six in three weeks?” Elle asks.

“Two a week,” I add. “Short fuse.”

“And getting shorter. The first two were eight days apart, then the next four in two weeks.”

“Rapid escalation,” Spencer comments. “Do you think he’s regressing to a psychopathic frenzy?”

“No, he’s too controlled for that,” Hotch answers. “See you on the plane.” I raise my eyebrows and look up from the file, watching our boss leave. Okay, weirdo.

“Why the Tommy killer?” Derek asks.

“You know the rock opera?”

“Uh...that was by The Who, right?” I ask.

“Yeah. This unsub glues his victims’ eyes wide open,” Hotch answers as he walks away.

“Tommy was blind as a result of psychosomatic disability, though…”

“He wants them to see him.”

“And feel him,” Gideon adds.

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“Brenda Samms was found yesterday by her children when they got home from school,” Hotch says. “She had been strangled with a thin ligature, possibly a wire.”

“No weapon left at the scene.”

“Residue on the wrist and mouth indicate that duct tape was used and removed.”

“Also not found at the scene.”

“Brought it with him, took it with him.”

“Why?” I ask, looking over the crime scene photos.

“He also started leaving messages at the fourth scene. This was on the mirrors,” Hotch says, holding up the picture of the mirror covered in lipstick. “Fire lady, lay your costly robes aside. No longer may you glory in your pride. Take leave of all your carnal vain delight-”

“I’ve come to summon you away this night,” Spencer finishes.

“That’s not in Tommy,” I comment, looking at him.

“No, it’s a ballad from the late 1600s. A Dialogue Betwixt Death And A Lady,” he answers.

“Lovely.”

“A seventeenth-century ballad?” Elle asks.

“Yeah, a woman essentially begging death to live.”

“What kind of person knows this ballad?”

“Are we looking for a literature professor?” JJ asks.

“Anyone with an internet connection, actually. You should see what comes in when you type the word Death into a search engine.”

“Reid, no wonder you can’t get a date,” Derek teases.

“Reid, Balian, you two stay on the messages. See if there’s a deeper meaning,” Gideon says.

“Well, it definitely looks like he ransacked the crime scene pretty well.”

“Lot of damage, but nothing taken.”

“The eyes are the thing, the signature.”

“The behaviour that isn’t necessary for the murder, but necessary for the emotional release...that’s what he’s there for...” I comment, pulling out my notebook and writing notes in it. “It’s one collar, two sleeves, right?” I ask.

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s a trick to how to spell necessary. It’s like explaining a shirt. One collar, two sleeves.”

“Yes, it’s one collar, two sleeves.”

“Thank you, JJ.”

“There used to be a widely held belief that the eyes record a snapshot of the last thing a person sees before they die,” Spencer cuts in.

“Yeah, that’s right. People used to write poems about talking to death.”

“Ballads.”

“Whatever.”

“You think they’ll ever run out of new things to do to their victims?”

“Well, finding new ways to hurt each other is what we’re good at.”

“Right. Spencer, can you write down the poem for me? I’d ask you to recite it, but I couldn’t keep up,” I ask, sliding my notebook his way.

“Uh, sure.”

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“My name is Death. Have you not heard of me?” Spencer whispers, staring at one of the verses pinned to the evidence board. “You may as well be mute…”

“Creepy, huh?” JJ asks.

“Actually, conversations between death and his victims was a fairly popular literary and artistic theme throughout the Renaissance…” He peers over to JJ’s face. “Yeah. Creepy.”

“Thank you for making this James-friendly. So, uh, if this pattern sticks through, this is how it plays out?”

“Yeah.”

“Why not include the lady’s verses?”

“If the unsub is writing as Death, then it wouldn’t make sense for the lady to respond,” Spencer replies to me.

“Why start with the messages now? There were three other murders, why no messages until now?” I ask.

“Maybe he’s evolving.”

“Why would he evolve? He’s spending more time at the scenes now, what with writing the message, and the cool off period is getting shorter... Gideon? Where are you going?” I ask, trailing off at the sight of Gideon and Derek following someone out.

“We’re going to the crime scene. Come on.”

“Cool.”

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“This profiling really works?” The detective asks as we ride down a street.

“It’s a tool,” Derek replies.

“You can tell all about a guy from looking at the scene?”

“The scene’s only part of it. We also use victimology, precedent. We can usually get a fairly clear picture of the guy.”

“Our guys went over it pretty well.”

“I’m sure they did.”

“Local officers aren’t trained to look for the things we look before.”

“What’s that?”

“Hate, insecurity, fear, anger.”

“That’s all in the scene?”

“It’s all in the behaviour,” I comment.

“You know anything about our guy yet?”

“Yeah,” Gideon replies. “He isn’t gonna stop until he’s caught.” We pull up beside the house with perfectly trimmed green grass surrounding us, in every yard. As we get out and walk to the house, a cruiser drives by us. “You increased patrols in this neighbourhood when the pattern was identified?”

“After the fourth victim. Bosses cancelled days off, vacations.”

“Neighbourhoods full of cruisers, and he still struck two more times,” Derek comments.

“He blends. Gideon,” he answers his phone. “Attempt?”

“Damn,” I whisper to Derek.

“Well, we’re already at the last crime scene. Let us know if you identify a suspect,” Gideon replies, ending the call.

“Suspect?”

“There might have been another attack not far from your station.” I watch as the detective turns back to walk to the cruiser.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I cut in, stepping in front of him.

“Where are you going?” Derek asks.

“Over there.”

“Sir, units are already heading that way. There’s not much you would be able to do there, we can get more accomplished here -”

“You’re kidding me, right?” The detective stares down into my eyes.

“No.”

“If there’s an arrest, what we find here will help you prosecute,” Derek answers.

“This scene won’t be pristine forever,” Gideon adds.

“Guys, knock yourselves out,” the detective responds, putting the house keys in my hands.

“Thank you-”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Derek asks, stopping the man from running off. “The unsub went through the back, right?”

“The family room. It’s the one full of print dust,” he replies before turning to run away.

“Gideon, we’re going around the house.” I then toss the keys at Gideon and chase Derek around the side of the house, we climb over the gate and head to the family room window that was propped open, and we climb through it, carefully climbing the furniture until we get to the floor.

“Okay, it’s not that easy to manvuever.”

“Athletic,” I reply, helping pull him off of the armchair. We head to the kitchen, and Derek hands me crime scene photos.

“Alright, he messed with something in here.” I look around at the modern kitchen, feeling like I had walked into a friend’s house in Alexandria again.

“Microwave door’s open,” I comment, looking inside and closing it.

“Broken cappuccino machine. Took the appliances, which are upstairs. Why?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Why would I take the time?” We continue our tour around the house, leaving the kitchen and heading into the dining room. “Here's where I got the china...the silver.” I look to the open silverware box. “I didn’t take it, I broke it.”

“There’s a scene in Tommy where he throws all his mom’s riches into the water,” I add.

“Why wouldn’t she hear me?”

“Because she was blaring something upstairs.”

“Or I did it after.”

“Why stay afterwards for that long?” I follow Derek up the stairs, to the bedroom, where we meet Gideon staring at the TV.

“She had a workout video on,” he tells us. “Stepaerobics.” I told you so.

“Stepaerobics? With the platforms? Step up, down, step up, step down?”

“It can be fun,” I retort, looking around the bedroom floor. “Where’s the platform?” Gideon turns to the bed, getting on his knees and peering underneath it.

“He spent a lot of time here.”

“What, so he vacuumed? I mean, there’s no marks from the platforms.”

“A lot of time. We established this. The broken things, the message, the vacuuming-”

“The broken things. She must have been dead or incapacitated when he did that,” Derek cuts me off. “Cappuccino from the kitchen, dishes, vases, broken jewellery.”

“Symbols,” Gideon answers, sitting on the bed. “Your riches, gold, garments, jewels bright. Your house and land must on new owners light.”

“Is it just me, or do I just not understand that sentence?” I ask.

“Her riches,” Derek replies.

“Right.”

“You ever feel like there’s something obvious right in front of you, you just can’t see it?”

“A lot,” I nod.

“Yeah, usually right before a woman dumps me.”

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“The verses,” Spencer walks up to us as soon as we come back.

“You found something?” I ask.

“Uh, not an answer, a question. I found the full text. He’s pretty much following it to a T, a least the death side of the conversation.”

“Okay. What’s your question?”

“Why didn’t he leave them at the first three murders? I mean, this ballad is ten verses long, just on the death side, he’s got plenty to work with. But if it’s not part of his signature, if it isn’t something he has to do for an emotional reason, then, I mean, why start?”

“JJ,” Gideon asks, grabbing her attention. “Find out when the press ran the first story on this unsub.”

“When?”

“After which victim.”

“Yeah, you got it.” She picks up the phone.

“What are you thinking?”

“He wasn’t getting enough attention.”

“Narcissist? I mean, claiming you’re speaking as Death is a pretty big grandeur. It’s saying that you control life, you’re the thing to fear.”

“Police departments sometimes don’t even know they’re looking at a pattern.”

“Yeah, until somebody tells them. Balian, see me, feel me. Remember that. Tommy.”

“The first story ran the morning after the fourth victim was found,” JJ tells us.

“The increased patrols didn’t begin until after the fourth victim, either,” Derek adds.

“Yeah, the police didn’t realise what was happening, he writes his verse.”

“And everyone knows he was there.” I look behind me to see Hotch and Elle walking in.

“The offender in this new attempt is a black male.”

“Black male? Cross racial- that doesn’t happen.”

“What about Herbert Mullin, he killed fourteen people of completely varying ages, races, and creeds.”

“There was no sexual component to his crimes, he was a paranoid schizophrenic that was under the delusion that he could prevent earthquakes with murder,” I ramble.

“This attacker wore a ski mask,” Elle adds.

“Tell em we’re ready?”

“For a profile?” I ask Gideon.

“We’re gonna make Tommy contact us.”

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“The unsub brought his weapons with him. Tape, glue, wire. He did not leave them at the scene,” Gideon says. “He took them when he left. He has a kind of killing kit that he carries.”

“Organised killers usually have a skilled job, likely technology related, which may involve the use of the hands,” Hotch adds with his arms crossed. “The crime scenes are far enough apart that he needs a vehicle. This will be well kept, obsessively clean, as will be his home.” Gideon has found a spot, sitting next to me on a desk. “He’s diurnal, the attacks occurred during the day, so the vehicle may be related to his work, possibly a company car or truck.”

“We believe he watches the victims for a time, learns the rhythms of the home, knows his time frame,” Derek comments.

“You’re not gonna catch him accidentally,” Hotch continues.

“He destroys symbols of wealth in the victims’ homes,” Gideon gets up and paces to the boards at the front of the room. “He harbours envy and hatred toward people of a higher social class. He feels invisible around them.”

“Class is the theme of the poem which he left at the various crime scenes,” Spencer cuts in. “At one point in the poem, the woman attempts to bribe death, but he doesn’t accept it, he says this is the one moment when riches mean nothing. When death comes, the poor and the rich look exactly alike.”

“So, he’s poor?”

“Probably middle class,” Hotch answers. “A lower-class person would significantly stick out in a highly patrolled neighbourhood. This guy appears to belong there. He blends in.”

“Why does he glue the eyes open?”

“The unsub is an exploitative rapist,” Elle interjects. “Most rape victims close their eyes during the attack, turn their heads. For some rapists, this ruins the fantasy. For this type of rapist, the goal is more related to the victim watching him than the act itself.”

“The verses, the staging, the aggressive language, “I am death. This is a guy who, while being in control at the crime scene, almost certainly feels inadequate in the rest of his life.”

“That’s why he couldn’t wait for you to figure out what he’d done. Why he needed to make sure all his crimes were counted. His victims,” Gideon stands up again from a chair, “they represent whatever it is that’s controlling him, and he wants that control back. He is under the thumb of a powerful woman who frightens him. And a final point. He is white.”

“We have witnesses that identify him as a black male,” the chief argues.

“The attacker was black, but he’s not the Tommy Killer. Mrs Gordon’s husband came home at the same time he always does. The Tommy Killer would’ve known that-”

“And Mrs Gordon’s attacker wore a ski mask,” Elle cuts me off. “The unsub knows when he walks into a house, he’s going to kill the woman who lives there. If you’re not leaving any witnesses, why wear a ski mask?”

“And he wants the victim to see him anyway.”

“Your attempted rapist is a garden variety, disorganised young man.”

“As the victim’s age goes up, generally, the attacker’s age goes down. Mrs Gordon is about sixty, which puts her rapist at about twenty.”

“And it takes years to develop the level of calm and sophistication that Tommy displays at ta crime scene, and the rapist is far too young for that.”

“Mrs Gordon told me that there’s a young man who delivers groceries to their home. He fits a lot of what we’re describing here.”

“Great. So we’re back to zero on Tommy.”

“Not at all. May I see you in your office for a moment?” Hotch asks, walking off with the chief.

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“You really watched the opera on the plane?” Gideon asks me.

“Yeah. I didn’t exactly remember it all, and I wanted to be able to determine if this unsub really fell like he was Tommy,” I answer. “And I figured I could do that by comparing details of the movie to the unsub, you know, since they call him the Tommy Killer… you know, that bugged me the most.” I turned to Gideon, facing him. “I couldn’t figure out how this was connected to Tommy at all, except for the riches in Brenda Samm’s house being destroyed and Tommy throwing his mom’s riches into the sea.”

“I could tell you found the opera fun to watch,” Gideon replies.

“Elton John caught me off guard, and I love rock music.”

“He confessed to Mrs Gordon’s attack before we even got to the car,” Elle struts in.

“Thanks, Elle.”

“Should just make the eleven o clock news,” JJ states.

“Did they get good footage?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t miss him.”

“Good. Now we wait.”

“Call Garcia.”

I pull out my phone and speed dial, reaching her in moments.

“Go for Ms Penelope Garcia,”

“I got her on,” I say, handing JJ my phone.

“You ready for the trap and trace?”

“Peaches, this is the office of unmitigated superiority. I am always ready. With the awesome power I have in this room, all I need is fifteen seconds on the phone to nail this skeevy perv.”

“Fifteen seconds.”

“If that.”

“That’s not bad,” I comment.

“Not bad? What do I have to do to impress you, Agent Balian?”

“Didn’t mean it like that, you are already impressive.”

“Uh-huh.” She then hangs up on me, and I pocket my phone. “I’m no Derek Morgan.”

“Yeah, clearly. You need game with the ladies.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t need game if I’m not gonna play,” I retort.

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“Still waiting, Garcia,” JJ says into a phone.

“God, I hate waiting like this,” Elle complains from the desk I’m at, flipping something over.

“Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad?”

“Spencer, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but everybody has that tidbit of knowledge that nobody else has,” I state. She scoffs.

“I don’t know how it is that you know half the things you know, but I’m glad you do.”

“Do you think it’s why I can’t get a date?”

“Don’t listen to Derek. What works out for some people doesn’t work out for others,” I don’t even look up from my book.

“Have you ever asked anyone out on a date?” Elle asks.

“No.”

“That’s why you can’t get a date.” A phone rings from another desk.

“Detective Martin.”

“That’s what that guy’s name was? Martin?” I ask quietly. “Did I even introduce myself?”

“Hey, hey,” I hear a whisper, and Derek throws his hand up.

“Line six, Penelope, line six,” JJ says. Gideon gets up from the chair he’s chilling in, and we take the call as Hotch and Gideon run over to us.

“You stupid, incompetent sons of bitches! I don’t make mistakes! I am death! You hear me?! I am death! You’ll see now. Tomorrow. Mark my words, you will see. And while I’m taking her, I’m gonna be thinking of you.” He then hangs up, and I pull my head back in disgust and confusion.

“Anything?” JJ asks. “She says she got nothing.”

“Nothing?” Derek exclaims.

“We missed him?” Hotch asks. Thinking about the FBI while you’re getting off? What kind of statement is that?

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“We have an undercover car for each of your teams, and the entire damn department out there, too.”

“Remember, a truck. Maybe a work truck, in excellent condition.”

“Everyone knows.”

“Alright, he might make a mistake today.”

“He’s angry, and he probably hasn’t done the surveillance he’d like.”

“Yeah, well, neither have we. Let’s go, Reid,” Derek says, claiming the beanpole.

“I’ll bring the car around,” Elle sighs, then leaves. I look to Gideon, then to Hotch. He gently pat’s Gideon’s arm.

“We’ll find him,” he says before leaving.

“There’s no way we just gave Tommy another victim,” I sigh.

“Profilers make mistakes, too.”

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A cell phone rings, bringing Hotch and me out of our silence.

“What you got?”

“Put it on speaker,” I comment, and he does so.

“He’s a phone technician, Hotch. Police are looking for someone walking around the neighbourhood in broad daylight. Who notices a phone guy up on a pole?” I look from the phone to the phone poles, connected by miles of wire.

“He can watch for husbands leaving for work, watch for police patrols, know when the neighbourhood’s quiet.”

“He knows when he’ll have plenty of time. He can even tap into a phone line to make sure someone’s home. How about routing a call through twenty-five substations?”

“Twenty-five?” I ask.

“Yeah. Backyard? Hey, he’s just looking for a pole. Got tape? Of course he does. Wire? He’s a repairman.”

“Sounds right, Jason.”

“It is right. And we have his name.”

“We do? We have his name?” I ask Hotch as he looks at me and flips his phone shut.

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“Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you,” Gideon says, pulling something out of his go-bag. “Forgot to give it to you at the party.”

“But you don’t give birthday presents,” Spencer remarks, taking the blue box with the red ribbon and opening it. “Wow...the Red...skins…”

“Reid, you got football tickets. And if I can count, there’s two of them,” I explain. “Why the Redskins, though?”

“It’s a VIP box,” Gideon explains.

“Whoa.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Ever been to a pro football game?” Gideon asks.

“No, I honestly didn’t even know this was football,” Reid laughs, examining the tickets.

“You’re gonna love it.”

“We are, you’re coming with me, right?” Spencer asks.

“No. Someone else on the plane is a huge Skins fan.”

“It’s not me,” I volunteer.

“Who?”

“Only person in the whole world who calls you Spence.” I look over the back of the seat at JJ, who reads a newspaper.

“No way, dude.”

“JJ?”

“She’s a huge Redskins fan.” Spencer looks back at her.

“Wh-what should I say?” Gideon just stares at him, and he tucks the tickets into his shirt pocket, getting up from the seat. He stops and stares at the board. “Checkmate,” he moves a piece.

“What? What?” I exclaim, looking back as he goes to sit with JJ. “Why did you just do that to him?”

#Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminalminds #spencer reid #derek morgan

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Kinjo, listen buddy. I know Kasugano is going outside the law but did you ever think that maybe the reason he’s doing that is because he knows the police can’t help because of a greater reason? Like let’s say if he reported the abuse at the elementary school to the cops, in the event that the cops are being paid off by the school to just ignore whatever bull crap is going on, what is he supposed to do? Let the kids continue getting hurt?

...I’m not blind. I know there are plenty of issues with the police force. I know the conviction rate in this country is absurd, that it puts innocent people behind bars. I know our hands get tied courtesy of bureaucrats or the rich. I know laws are imposed that just hurt people. I know that there are corrupt and bigoted officers who do just want to impose power on others, or even just to legally carry guns.

But that’s why it’s all the more important for us to work on weeding all of that out! My goal is to punish corrupt officers as well. They’re no different from the criminals we should be arresting! I want to see all crime and evil eradicated!

And Sasaki-kun and I, we’re working on that. We’re working as hard as we can to help these kids with the resources we have available! We haven’t been sitting on my hands doing nothing, we’re working to find these people and get them into court!

And let me ask you all this: if Kasugano believes so much in justice, why hasn’t he offered to help us eradicate those problems? To help us weed out corruption? Catching a serial killer is important, but what about all those already in jail for false convictions?

If he truly wanted to help make things better, he could do so within the bounds of the law. It’s clear he has a lot of reach, and I’m impressed at how thorough he truly is, but I can’t agree with the ways he’s been using his skills. I just can’t.

As for Hibiki-san, I just want to talk to her. I want to hear her side of things. I’m not going to throw her in jail simply because of what her sister did.

#danganronpa #dra #danganronpa another #tsurugi kinjo #a student out of time #DR #Concert Aftermath #Anonymous

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Scenic Route 32/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

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Leia was slow to respond to the incoming phone call. She had spent many restless nights as the day of the hearing drew closer, and tonight had been no exception. She had only recently been able to slip into a dark and troubled sleep.

She knew she had to be strong for her people, keep her head held high. She had no right to back out now. It was her job to keep morale high and to assure the others that it would all work out—though that also meant that the number of people she could confide in had dwindled. She had spent many nights consumed by her own thoughts and fears.

Her phone rang five times before going silent.

This was her personal device, no one—well, practically no one—had access to that number. It happened infrequently enough that it was enough to rouse her despite her tiredness.

The clock on the screen read 5 AM. She had barely managed two hours of sleep. But the fact that someone had called her at such an ungodly hour using this number meant that it was important. She took a moment to collect herself and rub the sleep out of her eyes before calling back.

“Skywalker.”

“Leia, it’s Kaydel, I’m sorry for calling you so early but there was an email sent to the organization’s public address and I think you really need to see it, now.”

“An email?” Leia repeated somewhat incredulously.

“Yes, I’ll stay on the line while you read it. I’m ready for any follow-up orders.” Kaydel responded shakily.

Leia frowned. If there was something wrong with the trial documents, they knew to call Amilyn and the legal team. If something had happened to Luke, he had this number himself. What the hell was it about an email of all things that had the girl scared to death?

Putting Kaydel on speaker phone, she opened up her inbox and scrolled through the most recent messages. The public account usually only received spam and donation-related emails. What on earth was going on?

from : [email protected]

To : [email protected]

07/08/2018 : 4:46 AM

Subject : BB8

Hi Leia,

Looks like you left me a wrong number, I’m sure it was an accident! I didn’t know how else to reach you so I hope you see this...

It’s going well so far, Wyoming is magnificent.

I ran into your son Ben, he was performing at a local concert. What a small world! He offered to take BB8 to his uncle by himself.

I’m thinking it would be a great idea for BB8 to stay in the family. Would you have a problem with that? Let me know,

Cheers!

Rey

0044 (0) 7881 235 562

Leia’s gasp turned into a coughing fit so violent that she had to put the phone down. Leaning over her nightstand, she groped for the water bottle that she kept there.

“Leia? Are you okay?” Though muffled, Kaydel’s voice sounded worried.

Leia took a long sip of water, trying to calm her breathing as she wiped away a few tears that had been brought on by her sudden reaction. The phone was back in hand immediately.

“Thank you for the warning, Kay. No new orders. I’m going to handle this one myself. I’ve deleted the message, and not a word to anyone about this for now, am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

Once the conversation was over, Leia allowed her legs to give in. She slumped onto the bed, hands trembling.

She hadn’t seen it coming.

Posing as her son Ben Solo to get Rey to hand over the dog? It was, ironically, a perfect ruse.

The boy never ceased to amaze her. She underestimated him at every turn. Every time she took him for a fumbling idiot, he thoroughly managed to turn the tables on her. Well, he was her son after all. She supposed she should be proud.

Time was running out. She had to reach Rey before it was too late.

But there was no room for error here, the stakes were too high. She could ruin it all with the wrong words, with the wrong reaction.

Leia jotted down Rey’s number before deleting the email. She also made sure to delete it from her “trash” folder. Next, she went to the bathroom, taking longer than usual to braid and pin her long grey hair. It gave her time to collect her thoughts again. She took the time to dress carefully, make herself a cup of coffee, and sit down at the kitchen table in front of the telephone.

Rey couldn’t sleep after the events of that morning. She decided instead to get dressed for the day and busy herself with taking down the tent and gathering the rest of her scattered possessions. She felt a pang of longing mixed with desire as she picked up the clothes that had been strewn on the ground. She couldn’t help but remember the way that Ben had made love to her, right on top of the Falcon. It wasn’t that long ago but it felt like a world away.

She replayed the scene of his betrayal over and over in her head as she folded her clothes and packed up the car. She fumed at the thought that he had still sought to manipulate her.

Rey wondered what to do next. Go sightseeing again? Somehow she didn’t feel up to it anymore. Drive straight to California? That would mean saying goodbye to her itinerary.

Curse Leia Skywalker for dragging her into a conflict that was none of her business...Now she had come within an inch of her life multiple times—she would absolutely love to nominate Syed Ren for a Nobel Peace Prize—and now her holiday plans were ruined.

Turning on her phone for the first time since last night (battery conservation 101), she saw the voicemail icon flashing with a new message notification.

Her heart constricted in her chest because she knew exactly who it would be. Her thumb slid over the icon to open the application anyway. Ben Solo. Should she erase it? Should she bother to listen to it at all, did he even deserve that?

The temptation to hit “delete” was undeniable, but her curiosity won out. Her heart hammered as she pressed “play”.

She could feel her features crumbling as she listened to his words. It took her a second to process the new information.

His attempt at an apology was dramatic self-flagellation as usual. Blah-blah-nail-me-to-a-cross-my-love and all that. She really didn’t have time for this nonsense, he shouldn’t be the one whining here.

But the part about running to the police because “two killers were on her trail” was enough to justify not deleting the message.

Ben fucking Solo had some explaining to do, considering that literally all of his Saturday night bar mates were some kind of new wave punk assassins.

She was in the middle of feeding BB8 when an epiphany occurred. Scrambling for her phone, she typed out a very important email. By the time she hit “send” it was 6 AM (or 5 AM in California, she supposed).

She was hardly surprised when she received a response within fifteen minutes. When her phone buzzed the caller ID was unknown, but she knew it was Leia Skywalker. Rey took a deep breath. She knew that by sending that email she had turned the tables on them. Now, it was her turn.

“Yes, hello?”

“Hello, Rey? It’s Leia Skywalker. I’m sorry for calling you so early in the day but I figured since you emailed me you must be awake.”

Rey feigned surprise.

“Oh, hello Leia! I didn’t even recognize your number...lovely weather in Denver I hope?”

“In Den—oh yes, the weather here is fine,” Leia responded, seemingly shaken by the unexpected question. “Rey, how is BB8 doing, is she okay?”

“BB8? Of course! She’s been such a great road trip companion, she’s so cute and we’ve gotten so used to each other.”

“Is she...with you?”

Rey blinked. When was Leia going to stop pretending?

“Yeah, for now. I’m dropping her off with Ben this afternoon, actually. He said he was going to San Francisco to visit his uncle anyway and I guess I couldn’t possibly refuse him,” she replied as innocently as she could.

On the other side, Leia sounded like she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Rey, no, I think this isn’t a good idea...I would rather have her stay with you.”

“Why.”

It came out harsher than anticipated. Rey found herself unable to smile any longer.

Leia was silent for a moment, sensing the change of tone. She must have known she was missing something because she sighed ruefully.

“Rey, tell me the truth, where is BB8?”

“No Leia, you’re the one who has to tell me the truth. Why did you suddenly change your number?”

Straight to the point. Leia hesitated.

“To protect you.”

“Protect me from what, your own deceptions?”

“It’s a long story, Rey. But you have to keep BB8 with you, every step of the way. Don’t let Ben near her.”

“Oh believe me, Madam Skywalker, I have all the time in the world. In fact, I think I could really use a long story, given that my normal life has been upended by the godforsaken, murderous “Knights of Ren”. Thank you for that, by the way. This is not how I wanted to spend my time, so I really think you owe me an explanation.”

The older woman sighed again. Rey was right. In her blind panic to strike FORCE as quickly as possible, she had forgotten the human factors involved. She had put this innocent girl in danger.

She was clearly resourceful and capable, but she was innocent all the same. She deserved the truth.

Ever so carefully, Leia began her story. Starting with her parents’ company, the betrayal of her mother by her father, his fall from corporate grace, and then the massive culture shift under Snoke’s leadership. As the new director, Snoke had sold shares of the family business to their competitors through fraudulent financial schemes, gaining enough political influence to become the president of the board. Then he came for Luke and Leia, who had been attempting to independently audit his financial gains.

Finally, he was able to turn Leia’s own son, Ben, against her. He offered him everything she never could: money, power, and a prestigious title.

Rey paid close attention. The backstory gave her a lot of context for what she had already known from her web searches. But it still didn’t answer her biggest question.

“Leia, where do I fit into all of this?”

Rey, Leia admitted, was a Golden Opportunity (trademark pending)...truly one in a million, too good to pass up, really. In the Leia’s line of work, one had to make decisions rapidly—often in high-stakes strategic situations with difficult choices and volatile conditions. The situation could devolve at any given moment.

How could Earth Soldiers get the micro-SD, that contained all of the evidence of FORCE’s illegal insider trading under Snoke and Hux, to San Francisco without triggering a defensive strike? Leia’s solution was to use a clean hand. Who better than someone who was going on a haphazard road trip across the country with no agenda and no political motives or alliances whatsoever? Rey was the perfect messenger.

What Leia hadn’t counted on was Ben’s intervention. He crashed through the plan like a bull in a china shop. Brash, but incredibly effective. Underestimating her son always had proven to be her fatal flaw.

Rey took the time to absorb it all. On it’s face, Leia’s strategy was questionable, but not impossible.

“You should have told me all this at the very beginning.”

“If I had, would you have taken the job?”

“Probably not. But that’s not the point! You had no right to put my life in danger over a personal conflict. Especially without my knowledge. What am I to you? Just collateral damage?”

On the other side, Leia’s shoulders slumped. She couldn’t respond. She had made some questionable decisions in her lifelong conflict against FORCE, and it wore her down on some days. Sometimes she was too quick, too rash for her own good. She thought back to her days in the army, how she had always been surrounded by comrades-in-arms who strived for the same mission. But real life wasn’t like that.

Rey didn’t need to hear that, probably didn’t want to hear it either.

“You’re my only hope,” Leia said simply. “And if the Knights of Ren are after you I can send someone to escort you.”

This would alert all of FORCE’s allies, they would all target the Millenium Falcon at once. But Rey didn’t deserve to be sacrificed for a cause that wasn’t her own.

“Luckily, I’m not done here. I think I still have a card to play. Can I call you at this number—or are you going to disappear again?”

“You can keep it, as long as you memorize it. Please, I don’t want to be traced.”

“Understood. You’ll hear from me soon.”

Rey hung up. The very next person she called was Ben Solo.

#reylo #fanfiction #Scenic Route #Modern AU

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iristheanimedoodler · 4 years

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The Fic List

This is a Archive of Our Own fanfiction list! I know I'm really bad at describing these, but I seriously recommend all of them!

Key;

💗=My Hero academia

💙=Voltron

💜=Undertale

💗A beacon in the dark (Work) by NohaIjiachi💗

❤️This fic is an AU fic, where izuku goes blind around the time he was supposed to get his quirk. A really smooth and heart wrenching ride. Also sorta tododeku.❤️

💗A Cast for Your Heart (Work) by KTG💗

❤️The fic I am currently reading and OH MY GOD IT'S THE BEST. Katsuki almost died in the beginning of it, so you can already tell it's a wild ride. This is an AU without quirks, but with it's own amazing and interesting form of magic. kiribaku and light tododeku (barely any)❤️

💗A deadman's gun (Work) by NohaIjiachi💗

❤️ Honestly Nohaljiachi is so amazing at writing fics. This is an AU where Izuku is never chozen by all might, but is instead chosen by the hero killer, Stain. A vigilante Midoriya au. Midoriya is seriously depressed but then he finds his own way of being a hero.♥️

💗A Mother's Love (Work) by wraven (nataeiy1)💗

♥️ Just a short one shot that somehow pulls your heart in every direction-♥️

💙Aphrodite (Work) by MONANIK💙

♥️ Actually a Voltron fic- A futuristic AU where alteans and humans live in Harmony- and Keith crash lands.♥️

💜Broken Promises and Timelines (Work) by Tyrant_Tortoise💜

♥️ Literally just a smut fic with every different AU sans you can think of♥️

💜Chill or Be Chilled (Work) by TotalSkeletonTrash💜

♥️A fic where monsters are on the surface, and you just happen to meet sans at the vet. Very cute, also a sort of action fic. Lots and lots of plot twists. Totally recommend.♥️

💗Daymare (Work) by IntrospectiveInquisitor💗

♥️OH MY GOD ANGST. ANGST EVERYWHERE. In this fic, Izuku has a nightmare fuel quirk that he's been scared to use all his life, and he slowly gets a grasp on it. Amazing ride.♥️

💗Decay (Work) by XxScarletMaidenxX💗

♥️I don't know why I like this one? It's just semi interesting to me. It's a Shigaraki x OC fic. I guess I recommend it if you like bloody unhealthy romance?♥️

💗DEKU (Work) by RicaIncheroo💗

♥️This is an amazing fic that is short and sweet. Its about a device which almost no one has, and how bakugou, in a crisis, meets Midoriya. Definitely recommend.♥️

💗Dis(associate) (Work) by BeyondTheClouds777💗

♥️A very good fic that I've cherished over a long course of years. Izuku has a quirk- he can leave his body. Imagine how it interacts with one for all?♥️

💗Erased Potential (Work) by theslytherinpaladin💗

♥️Izuku, quirkless and smart as all hell, hunts down an underground hero (Eraserhead aka aizawa) to help him be a hero without his quirk.♥️

💗I Can't Be a Magical Girl!! You, a Magical Girl, Say (Work) by RMXStudio💗

♥️Also quite Angsty. Izuku is just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and is chosen to defend the world by a mysterious voice who guides him through it all♥️

💗Izuku and Shouto's adventures in sexy land (Series) by NohaIjiachi💗

♥️Just a long series of cute or sexy tododeku one shots. Actually a very good series.♥️

💗komorebi (Work) by Calamitatum💗

♥️A fanfiction that stars my favorite character, Shinsou Hitoshi! Aka purple haired tired aizawas son mind reader! Basically, He's told that if he can trick the villains into letting him into the league, he can become a hero. And he jumps at the opportunity.♥️

💗listen here, sonny boy (Work) by mochibun💗

♥️Izuku's quirk is the ability to heal people's wounds! And of course, he has to become a hero.♥️

💗Live a Hero (Work) by BeyondTheClouds777💗

♥️Izuku Midoriya is a villain. Or at least he was, before he decided to change, and be a hero when he was nine years old. Basically Izuku loves knives and knows how to fight, and he is determined to be a hero.♥️

💙Love is a binary code (LiaBC) (Work) by SasuSoul💙

♥️I LITERALLY LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH. It's a Voltron*Detroit Become Human fic! Literally everything I've ever wanted and more, with Lance becoming a deviant sex Droid and Keith determined to keep his boyfriend safe. Literally amazing.♥️

💗Magic Runs Deep (Work) by draconicshinx

oldasyouromens💗

♥️Izuku can see mythical creatures! This helps him become a hero! Very cute fic 11/10♥️

💗Onto Your Shoulders (Work) by n_lotely💗

♥️ Another hero killer story, but this time, Izuku was RAISED by him.♥️

💗Paper Moons and Glass Stars (Work) by Soundsoftherain💗

♥️ Ground zero, Aka bakugou katsuki, aka the number one hero, is nothing Less then shocked to find out his childhood friend has become a stripper. And a hot one at that.♥️

💗Pulling the Wires (Work) by catsplosionxd, PsychoLimbo💗

♥️A tododeku fanfic in which Izuku is forced to be a villain, and todoroki is determined to get him out of it.♥️

💗quote love unquote (Work) by newamsterdam💗

♥️ Kirishima and Bakugou are fake dating to save the career of the celebrity, and Kirishima having a huge gay crush and wanting publicity for his band, is more than willing to oblige.♥️

💗Secondary Colors (Work) by NaoNazo💗

♥️A Shinsou*Midoriya fic!! I adore it. Shinsou beats the fuck out of Izuku's Bullys (in a legal way) and of course, they fall in love.♥️

💗Silencer (Work) by RebelDoll💗

♥️An erasermic story where they hire someone to use their quirk so they can have a biological child, and that child is Izuku, who happens to have a very interesting quirk.♥️

💙The Marks We Make (Work) by wittyy_name💙

♥️An absolutely adorable modern soulmate au with klance! Anything you write on your skin will show up on your soulmate's. Keith is an artist who paints all over himself to calm down. Lance is a flirt who writes one liners on his palm every morning.♥️

💙Watercast (Work) by Fishwrites💙

♥️Another Klance fanfiction! This is a fantasy au where the three races (human(pidge), avian (Keith, shiro), and merfolk(hunk, Lance) are struggling to stay balanced with this whole earth sky sea thing.♥️

💗Yesterday Upon The Stair (Work) by PitViperOfDoom💗

♥️Izuku does have a quirk; Only his mother knows about it. Izuku can see ghosts. Very angsty, an amazing amazing amazing fic! Definitely in my top five!♥️

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i drew stuff from my fic ‘That Was Fine’ because i can

#bad art #killer sans #legally blind killer sans #science sans #sci’s sanity is nonexistent #art #traditional art

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WWEm - Nobody Calls Dean McFly a Nerd

Transmission date: Monday 18/Tuesday 19 September 2017

Yeah, I said this would be 'punctual' and 'up a decent amount of time before the PPV', but hey

i was ill, and also you're not the boss of me

(unless you are)

(in which case my salary hasn't been coming in and we need to talk)

so without any further ado (just kidding, this is gonna be ado city right here) i present to you SATURDAY AFTERNOON RAW!

(yeah, you thought it was gonna be sunday, didn't you?)

(daniel did)

(he was super unprepared and is currently eating lunch in his booth)

(it looks delicious)

(bastard)

ahem

yes

wrestles?

opening on an in memoriam for bobby heenan

aww

we're in san jose

i should be able to make some kind of sport joke there but i can't find it

anyway, here's kurt

apparenrtly we have two matches at no mercy that are mania-worthy

casual shade at the rest of the card there

kurt says that's not all, and now here's the miz

with his bros, but not his wife

oh yeah, she's pregnant

that makes sense

boo for the next year or so when i don't get to steal her style ideas

miz, meanwhile, is wearing black trousers and a white jacket and growing a shitty beard

the single look doesn't suit you, mike

he's complaining that he doesn't have a match at mercy

kurt's like dude i was just saying that

jordan/elias/hardyz in a four-way tonight for a shot at him

miz complains that kurt puts his son in the match ahead of his super-qualified and totally legit hangers-on

kurt has had enough of your tone, young man

miz gives him a lecture about responsible fatherhood

see how kurt isn't beating the shit out of him, shane?

this is called being a responsible employer

miz fucked up his words at least twice while i was writing that last sentence

get it together, dude

anyway, here's jj to step to him

and defend his dad's honour

in a new magic eye singlet

i think he's secretly dressed as a tractor

jj asks kurt to put curtis and bo in the match so miz can shut the fuck up

never gonna work, dude

miz says one more thing about his father

gets fucked on, as promised

booker gives sage words about how jj needs to control his temper

dude, did you watch your entire fucking career

for example, jason has never dropped an n-bomb on air

later tonight we have brock and braun being interviewed (bad) and roman giving an address (worse)

but next, alexa/nia

brilliant shot of them walking backstage

alexa's expression of barely-restrained terror sells it

but first have this advert for cena/reigns

because god knows we haven't talked about it enough

back to jj backstage

as kurt storms in to tell him to calm down and focus

jason responds by ranting about what everyone thinks of him

dude, this is the opposite of calm and focus

kurt talks some fatherly shit at him, boils down to #hatersgonnahate

tells him to win the match

bet he never thought of that

but actually now, here's alexa

doing her best 'ignoring the proles but also lowkey bricking it' face

and also nia

bell rings, alexa runs away

like you thought it'd go any other way

eventually gets back in the ring, gets dicked on for a while before trying to talk nia down

and running away again

heads up the ramp, headed off by sasha

and then nia flattens her

(alexa, that is)

sasha's just lurking at ringside like oh hey there

alexa totally just hit a curbstomp on nia

i thought we banned that

alexa sets up on the top rope, goes for a crossbody, gets samoan dropped to death

sasha attacks nia after the pin, gets fucked on

and oh hey, bayley's back

somewhere, emma is just like yknow what i'm good

the three of them face off against nia and take her down

oh my god, i would watch the shit out of sasha, bayley and alexa as the shield

#extremefantasybooking

nia leaves, bayley extravagantly hugs everyone

they both raise alexa's arm, then remember who she is and bayley suplexes her into oblivion

i really should have seen this coming what with it being san jose

+10 hometown boost

cole recommends we go to wwenetworkrightnow.com

someone needs to learn how web addresses work

and also hypes kevin/shane in a cell

which...no

and gameplay ad for 2k18

ooh, it's got billie in

i'll probably play it, but not preorder this one

destiny 2 and injustice 2 exist, along with others

ad for total bellas, which looks less good

and a package of wrestling peeps eulogising heenan

apparently we're gonna get more of those throughout the show

cole tries to do heenan banter, corey shuts him the fuck down

and now, a video package about brock

god, i hate ppv setup shows

this is all footage from 2002

transition straight into mania 30 without a AND THEN HE BROKE HIS FUCKING NECK title card

and along came a strowman

okay, i will never not giggle at the announce table sandwich spot

paul claims that was the first time in brock's life he got carted off the battlefield

see above, re: BROKE HIS FUCKING NECK

this package has just reminded me of luke harper's existence

what happened to him?

internet says him and rowan are still signed, but little else

anyway, package is over, here comes cesaro

and also his best bro

i will never get over their fusion dance pose

actual fact

they're up against the good brothers, who are still jobbing wherever possible because we saw the shit that happens when they get to main even

ad for smackdown, which i am super unhyped for

the aftermath of vince 'blading is awful unless it's me' mcmahon

let's see how that trash fire goes later

sheamus wants to talk to us about nostalgia

and also about how he clearly doesn't understand the difference between sequels and remakes

conclusion: fuck nostalgia

and here come the kkb to fuck it for us

apparentliy seth and dean are both exploiting each other

cesaro responds to what chants by repeating the same phrase half a dozen times

which is kind of great

wait, sheamus has mtn dew and liverpool fc patches

now i need to study the rest of both of their jackets

anyway, they finish their usual proclamations, and now here are seth and dean

seth describes them as like if taxi driver and braveheart had a really ugly baby

seems legit

although i don't love the 'yeah but you look dumb' retort

they talk about brothers a bunch, gives anderson and gallows a perfect chance to cut in

and call seth and dean nerds

seth's like oh no dude you shouldn't have said that

dean is not happy

nobody calls dean mcfly a nerd

cue brawl

ending with seth and dean in the ring and everybody else outside like bwaaaaaahhhhh next time gadget

but fuck that shit, here's an ad for asuka

meanwhile, kurt has once again taken the path of least resistance and made this into a triple threat

expect spots, shenanigans, and a champion win

cesaro and sheamus 100% just kicked gallows in the dick

ref like whatevs i'll allow it

book talks about the good brothers not finding their footing in wwe, cole's like ummmmm dude they were tag champs

this match is primarily seth and dean and the kkb doing rapid tags and good wrestling and anderson and gallows being like yessir we are also here

oh hey, anderson tagged in

had to happen evetually, i guess

cole almost calls gallows 'the big dog', catches himself in time

accidental double hot tag takes us to seth/cesaro, and frankly the other four can go home

weird spot where seth goes for his turnbuckle bomb then has to redirect halfway through to not throw cesaro into anderson and gallows' corner

seth eats a magic killer, dean breaks the pin only to get thrown into a barricade by the kkb

someone in the ring just shouted "sports entertainment!" and i don't know in what context

sheamus and cesaro do their flapjack cutter, then both forget who's legal and roll out of the ring, then both run back in and go for the tag at the same time

with cesaro doing the pin and sheamus just holding seth's right calf

is this a fucking laurel and hardy movie

and then anderson forgets how to set up a superplex

-checks the headlines for an epidemic of fail ravaging san jose-

double double suicide dives from seth and dean

next up in 'spots that make not a single fucking lick of sense when you think about them'...

whatever the good brothers are good at, it's not selling when they take a suicide dive

sheamus blind tags off dean, dean hits dirty deeds on anderson, sheamus steals the pin

would you look at that, a champion victory on a ppv setup show

cole started a sentence with "The Bar claims...", i totally hear the barsgays

cesaro poses on the ramp, sheamus hobbles off backstage, seth and dean don't give a shit

but nowthe miz rallies his troops in the locker room

(if you know what i mean)

bo interrupts like dude i used to do motivational speeches can i criticise your technique

bo and curtis give their cvs, throw some casual shade on their boss

realistically, why is matt hardy in that match?

the others have at least been winning a bunch lately or have had their boss shouting at the gm

has kurt been hassled by seven deities

this video from mania 21 brought to you by pizza hut

ok, but...why?

yes, edge won the first mitb

why are you telling us this now

okay, nobody knows

cole does an awkward segue into cena/reigns

corey forgets how to speak english

don't worry dude, attempting to hype roman reigns matches does that to me too

and now enjoy this video package of the parallel histories of john cena and roman reigns

i remember when there was live wrestling on this show, not like 80% clip shows

(yup, turns out i still hate ppv setup shows)

(however much of a tire fire smackdown is, at least it won't be a ppv setup show)

i really don't get why they can say bitch on the live shows but then censor it out of the video packages

okay, even in retrospect this cena promo was fire

and straight from that into an advert for vince's totally legit head injury

back in the real world (ha), kurt is on the phone

he certainly spends a lot of time on that phone

which is...an accurate representation of management, i guess

kudos, dubby dubby wee

+0.01 reality points

(current score: -89887452.99)

pan over to goldust standing inches from a poster with his back to the room

and then he turns round without paint on

whaaaaaaat

and the bodysuit undone partly as well

he wants another shot against bray in his real face

which raises the question: if he wins, why was the paint there in the first place

some kind of anime power limiter?

leaves, then pops back in to snap in kurt's face as usual

but in the ring, it's curt hawkins

woo

he's closed the star factory

and replaced it with the curt hawkins history machine

huh?

he's going to make history by ending his 114-match loss streak

well, that makes sense i guess

at least he's aware of his failings

and here comes apollo crews

the apathy is just rolling in off the crowd in waves

titus is here too

corey is either listing the current roster of titus worldwide or naming random celebrities

hard to tell

apollo shows off all the athleticism and none of the charisma, as ever

curt actually gets a nearfall, which is good for him

ticker advertises raw next week for 'ontario, CA'

ok, a) CA is a real state abbreviation, and b) ontario is big

unless it's going to be on the road through ontario in some kind of epic monday night raw travelling roadshow

i'd watch it

anyway, while i was distracted by the ticker, apollo won

i love how his 115-match streak gets an onscreen graphic

up next, brock and braun talk

sigh

after a small dancing child with cancer

it's an ad, ftr

not dolph trying another new gimmick

great, here they are

complete with paul growing out of brock's left shoulder

long beat before paul remembers his client can't talk until at least halfway through the segment

got to pace himself

braun: "My actions speak for my words!"

...i got nothin

some next-level uplit glower coming from braun though

which i just read back as 'quilt glamour'

next big aesthetic of 2017

this lighting makes braun's tattoos look like absolute shit

i'd provide a pic, but then i'd have to keep looking at them as i tracked one down

just trust me

i think it's the combination of veins and scar tissue

the way this shot is arranged, brock looks like an uncomfortable child as his parents argue over his head

paul decides cole's interview displeases him, so he's writing his own

tbf, cole is entirely unnecessary in this situation

yay, brock's warmed up

leans into camera, and the scale difference makes him and paul look like an 80s album cover

oh hey, brock got to do a mild swear

quick, let's censor it out of all future broadcasts

and the segment's over

thank god

and next...roman delivers a message

OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE

after these recaps of the women's title happenings

yeah, primarily making me double down on the fact that a women's trios competiton would be rad

and they've added bayley to the no mercy match?

for reasons

emma complains on twitter, and she's kind of right

but now (sigh) roman reigns

the presence of roman has made cole forget what time of year it is

he is just a well of negative thought

standard loooooooong-ass beat before he talks

opens by bigging up cena's talking skills

maybe a bad start

and then probably swears? the tape delay caught it

namechecks alex riley as the boring white version of himself

which is...fair, tbh

calls cena a bitch again, take a shot as you despair for the writers' lack of better material

rolls a vt from 20fucking12

of cena basically having the same problem with the rock as roman has with cena

the main difference being i don't want to punch past cena in the face rn

the real angle we want to see is cena v past cena

get on it, r&d

roman calls cena out for not being here today

is smug af

halfway decent promo, but tbh most of the good bits were shamelessly ripped from cena material

which, hey, steal from the best

in any case, he's gone

but now, renee interviews the hardyz

asks them how they're going to deal with fighting each other in the 6-pack

they're both like welp, it's kind of what we do

matt does the broken accent for one line, everyone pops

and wyatt cut

i like to think matt is still in full flow and just hasn't realised the cameras are off

but yeah, here's bray

and here's a total bellas ad

strong juxtaposition

and also an asuka ad

led with a quote from fucking sun tzu

excuse me while i sigh so hard my lungs collapse

they're on a big push in china

so someone must have realised it isn't the same country as japan

and yet

this summerslam recap slideshow is mostly a chance for bray's music to keep playing so we can here the full track

which is fucking great

and here's

dustin rhodes

the dramatic renaming is slightly let down by the fact that both his tron and the fucking clothes he's wearing say GOLDUST in big letters

could they not have just put him in some generic gear for this match

cole has clearly just ctrl+f'd his internal monologue, and now he's awkwardly calling dustin rhodes by his full name at every opportunity

but yeah, if you were trying to be the man behind the gimmick, why would you still be wearing the hey-look-at-my-junk bodysuit?

pins bray in the corner ropes, kicks him twice in the inner thigh (honestly officer), and then eats a sister abigail for the pin anyway

cue finn on the tron

dustin can't even have this loss to himself

finn is here to tell a story about his youth

in the form of the next big YA novel

i would totally read a novel series anbout a fictionalised finn bálor

finn points out that even the man behind the demon is a man who made himself a demon

so not exactly harmless

reason 1745 i love finn bálor: understanding of symbology

after this bobby heenan memorial, enzo will be here

so i kind of hope it lasts half an hour

and now the announce team awkwardly eulogise some more

and cut to a video package of his greatest moments

this is about 409000% better than enzo turning up

oh fuck, here he is

i am loving the number of boos he's getting

oh thank fuck here comes braun our lord and saviour to bodycheck him into the underworld

casually chucks him into the ring over the top rope from the floor

san jose loves him

spinebuster to death, then powerslam out the other side

walks off, neville turns up while he's halfway up the ramp

gives the angry giant a wide berth

and red arrows enzo for shits

demands a mic, does enzo's shuffle and how you doin', leaves

and san jose fucking loves him

beating up enzo is not good for your heel heat

oh wait, apparently he's sticking around for a fight

after this ad for smackdown

and this recap vt of enzo getting dunked on

cut to charly interviewing enzo in the trainer's room

he's like woe is me i am dead

but btw i'm still gonna win on sunday

but in any case, now it's neville v gran metalik

rip el rey de las cuerdas

neville tears his mask open

ooooooooooooh

-shocked silence-

metalik responds with a lovely step-up tope

neville intercepts a moonsault into the rings of saturn, successfully stands up to lucha rage

and now after beating enzo, he's painted a huge target on his back for every luchador in the company

but now a hispanic heritage month thing about jennifer lopez

for whatever reason

it's worth noting that we're halfway through september, and wwe hasn't mentioned it until they have time to fill on a ppv setup show

one ad for 205 later, here's elias to open the main event reunion tour

he is disappointed in san jose

but also in all his opponents, so there's that

threatens a child in the audience that he'll get them and their mother kicked out of san jose

do...do wrestlers have that power?

and here's a diss track about his opponents and also btw san jose

interrupted by the hardyz before he can get to their verse

ooh, jeff's gone back to his old pre-mermaid arms sleeves

in all their improbable glory

and curtis and bo don't even have their own entrance any more

oh, and they get their boss to come with them

well, i guess he'd be coming on announce or w/e anyway

ok, no, he's just gonna lurk

and commence huge brawl

someone's brought miz his studio chair for ringside

brief moment where it looks like the heels are all going to work together, then elias is like ohhhh wait i'm a huge dick -kicks bo in the kidneys-

incredibly slow tower of doom setup for the hardyz to suplex the miztourage superplexing jj

elias goes for the cheap pin, jeff breaks it

and then elias eats a poetry in motion for good measure

matt then immediately turns on his brother, side effect for a nearfall

jj deploys approximately 63% of the world's suplexes, miz throws him into the audience because no rules motherfuckers

matt twist of fates bo for a nearfall, broken by elias

who then hits drift away on matt, pin broken by jeff

crotch drops elias, swantons axel, miz breaks the pin

and jj hits kind of a meh neckbreaker for the cheap pin

insistent crowd member with an I PAID TO SEE DANA BROOKE sign

oh, honey

miz comes into the ring to sarcastically applaud jj

and then tries to punch him and gets suplexed to death

until curtis and bo come in to kick some shit out of him

and finale

and some post-beatdown smacktalk from the miz

calls him a bastard, which we can get away with when it's used in its technical sense

and fade on the twat triumphant

(my new feminist porn site)

...

that's the worst joke i've ever made on here

i am sorry

right, this is normally where i would roll on to smackdown

but, while i do have a weekly quota of sweaty men falling over, it's about to be filled by the new season of strictly

i have diverse interests

so until i get back, here's a line to tide you over

----------------------------------

damn, that was a good line

and if anyone was expecting another kind, you are seriously overestimating our budget here

so failing that, how about some SUNDAY AFTERNOON SMACKDOWN?

(yeah, no mercy starts in like nine and a half hours)

(this whole punctuality thing was never going to take)

so yes

do the show

oh god this is going to be the vince mcmahon drama hour, isn't it

now lasting two hours

raw was mostly bullshit, expect this to be bullshit for other reasons

oh hey, let's kick off with a recap of the whole angle

if you can't remember what happened, read this blog more carefully?

really can't help you with that

oh hey, i want to punch vince in the throat again

funny how quickly that comes back

they've put so much reverb and filters on this audio that kevin is basically unrecognisable

his name is legion

ok, yeah, i'll never not pop for vince getting the shit kicked out of him really

we're in oakland today, so [topical joke about the a's]

and opening with some shane

commence the dramening

whoever designed the graphics for hiac this year needs to calm the fuck down

HANDS AND SKULLS ALL HANDS AND SKULLS HANDS OPENING A SKULL HELL IN A CEEEEEEEEEEELL

apparently vince had three fractured ribs

and shane is now here to sing his praises and how much he loves him

one day they'll work out what they want the image of the mcmahon family to be

shane condemns kevin to hell in the cell [sic]

work out the name of your show, dude

HANDS AND SKULLS AND FIIIIIIIIIRE

okay, now i need to calm down

but later tonight in other angles, corbin/styles for the concept of an open challenge

but next, randy

come back shane, all is forgiven

well

most is forgiven

but first, have this ad for cena/reigns

again

i miss creepy cheerleader cult alexa

oh, and here's aiden english

guess we know what randy's here for

sweet lennon shades, dude

aiden provides his own dubiously-scanning version of randy's music

calls him a tool, gets a massive pop

keep the faith, oakland

shot of the announce table reminds me once more of the a+ announce team on here

and here's randy

oh look, still a tool

"this could be a well-laid plan by aiden english...or it could be a crucifixion"

byron saying what we're all thinking

my money's in column b

guy at the front of the round with a kane sign is either slightly ahead of events or significantly behind

we will see tonight

aiden takes a backbreaker on the barricade, then slams randy into the announce table anyway

nice to see him get some solid offence

still gonna lose, but

gets a thumb to randy's eye while he argues with the ref

adding randy to the calm the fuck down list

and then counters a top rope crossbody into a shoddy-ass rko

handy slowmo replay of the shittiness of that finisher

oh hey, here's rusev to defend the honour of musical theatre

or possibly to recover his honour in the eyes of the noble people of bulgaria

or to...rip randy's teeth out?

esoteric threat there

randy agrees to the match, then immediately gets momentarily distracted by aiden and kicked in the face for the pin

rusev then runs off up the ramp instead of getting down to tooth-ripping

i'm simultaneously disappointed and thankful

stands on the stage, rejoices at his reclaimed honour

oh, but tom has news

kevin will be here via satellite

from the next room

seems inefficient, but hey

tradition

also tonight, charlotte's back to talk about her dad

but now, here's jinder

walking backstage sharing smug stories with his crew

and he'll be here after this ad for kids with cancer

what's the opposite of an ad?

an avert?

but then it'd just be an a

appropriately for oakland i guess

BOOOOOOOM SPORTS JOKE

damn, i'm good

ad for total bellas, and now rusev is freaking out backstage

renee comes to interview him, has to immediately explain the word 'elated'

rusev is off back to bulgaria to be a hero again

but now, here are the singhs and their amazing alveolar trills

and also their boss

in a possibly ill-advised spotted shirt

or maybe i just spend too much time critiquing wrestlers' fashion choices

jinder is doubling down on mocking shinsuke's face

this is the most incisive and well-written angle

the singhs are continuing to find jinder's jokes more hilarious than is healthy

and now jinder's getting at the crowd for being racist against japanese people?

sure, dude

they've spun a really long mic spot out of one pic of shinsuke and a bunch of racism

oh, and there's the japanese people can't say /l/ joke

credit to oakland for all just going oooooooooh there

this is genuinely breathtakingly racist

crowd start a that's too far chant

p sure he crossed that line weeks back, but welcome to the party

we have whisky and non-discriminatory humour

does some ranting in punjabi to 3% of the people of his alleged country, end segment

the announcers are all like yeah, that was a bit much

let's move on and try to forget that

up next, corbin/styles

in the allegedly open title challenge

after this repeat of the video about j-lo off raw

remember last year when they did the whole month of different latinx people?

but sure

but now, renee interviews shinsuke

who's like yeah that jinder's a funny guy -lowkey furious-

and then leaves

and here's aj

and a replay of styles/dillinger last week

that was a good match

aj has thoughts about kevin/shane

he thinks kevin shouldn't be messing with the man who brought aj to the wwe and started smackdown live

remember mania?

but now to talk shit about "shortcut king" baron

and list his recent failures

(which are hilarious)

and here comes the dick himself

with his new intro i still don't quite get

corey is talking shit about baron for seeing the us belt as a trophy

which...it is?

gregg mentions aj's weight, and i get briefly distracted by the fact that he'd only need to cut a few pounds to be a cruiserweight and how good aj/cedric would be

anyway, while i thought about that, baron attacked aj before the bell, leading tye to run in and take the fight to him

refs have removed tye, but baron's selling a fucked leg

so aj puts him in the calf crusher as well, cos why wouldn't you

hit aj's music, guess the thing's over

with baron rolling around at ringside going OW MY LEG

we get it, dude

but up next, charlotte

after pizza hut gives us a random clip of the past

this time, it's mitb 2011

i have no fucking clue what rationale they pick these clips on

but hey, it's nice to watch bryan win things

and here's baron hobbling around backstage

renee comes to interview him, he screams about feeling violated

not sure that was where you wanted to go with that, dude

swears vengeance, end thing

and here's charlotte

in street clothes

and oh look, she and her dad have written a book and it's out today

such coincidence

remember when charlotte was meant to be her own thing distinct from her family?

she's here to thank everyone for their tweets and positive energy

or possibly thoughts and prayers

the former seems more likely these days

but ric is apparently going to be ok, so i can resume talking shit about him without feeling bad about it

one day he'll die and i'll feel momentarily bad for all the crap i've said about him before going on with my life

charlotte has learnt an important lesson about the fragility of life and shit

and here's nattie to be insensitive

she's like cool your dad's ok but let's talk about the important shit

nattie is hosting wwe's first ever celebration of women?

it's totally a thing they should do

but we have a heel doing it, so this is going to be shitty

okay, yeah, it's going to be celebrating all women by looking at nattie in particular

because we're all basically her

charlotte's just like yeah whatever i want a title shot

good shutdown

and here's becky to be sarcastic

in a really nice waistcoat

and also challenge for the title

oh, and here's naomi

who can imagine why

in an enormous white pimp robe

sure

i take it back

an enormous multicoloured pulsing pimp robe

she doesn't even get to say she wants a shot before tamina and lana cut in

lana's here to talk about how bitches ain't shit and her client deserves a shot

so nattie has a tantrum outside the ring about all these women overshadowing her celebration of women

here's noted non-woman daniel bryan to weigh in

making the main event a four-way for a title shot

remember when there was more than one angle in the division?

of course you don't

never happened

and up next, new day/hype bros

the building may explode with enthusiasm

after this ad for brock/braun, at least

back in the room, the bros are already here

and the usos are on announce

lovely shot of someone in the crowd joining in with the new day intro but forgetting how many times they've been champs

loving all the match card graphics, where big e is totally doing his best broken matt hardy

meanwhile in the match, mojo steals e's ab stretch spank thing

but yeah, they've announced new day/usos rematch at hiac

like anyone didn't know that was coming

e takes a broski boot, kofi shows he can fuck a team up on his own

zack tries for a rollup, eats a midnight hour for the pin

usos front, new day party, end thing

but now let's go back to the mcmahon drama

leading with a recap of vince getting beat on

and now here's kevin via satellite from what looks like a high school theatre supplies room

still life with canadian, spotlight and big red square, 2017

kevin is sorry for what he did, but it's all shane's fault for making him want to do it

claims to have nothing but respect for vince

he's also apologising in advance for the carnage at hiac

and maintaining that he's the good guy here

end thing

have a graphic for the women's four-way

and an ad for john cena's superhero body spray

which you should not attempt

and now here are the hype bros backstage

mojo is tired of losing all the time

proposes drastic action

but now here's dolph

presumably to complain about gimmicks

which he's made into its own gimmick, so it's only a matter of time before wrestling collapses in on itself

and then i'll have to watch scandinavian crime dramas for this blog or something

daniel's ears pricked up at that

i told you, no cable knit jumpers in my studio

in any case, dolph is now being hhh

"Was that fun? Can I run NXT now?"

and now he has more things

corey is filled with rage and despair

and now he's hbk

except modern hbk

hat and flares, no shades or weird bondage vest

oakland is united in wanting him to do cm punk

dolph ziggler, celebrity impressionist

dolph rants some more, goes back out

and now he's in dx

remember when we had cumbersome overlays as part of entrances

i kind of love it

the dx music is still great, too

dolph rails against dx trying to stay relevant, despite the fact that they haven't been since the late 90s

shouts at the crowd for not appreciating the craft

and he doesn't care about the crowd

cares enough to choreograph numerous elaborate entrances with costumes and props and shit, but hey

and then wanders off

is this going anywhere in particular, or is it just that we had some time to fill?

announce team move swiftly on to hyping no mercy

but next, main event

i'm not optimistic for the chances of the one heel in this match

especially because it's tamina, and she doesn't get to win things

after this ad for 2k18, in any case

back in the ring, becky's already here

but fuck that, let's have an ad for 205

oh, and tamina's already here too

becky at least got music

and here's naomi

showing us that enormous fur robes are actually really hard to dance in

i do like her mismatched eyeshadow though

charlotte's back in one of her dad's robes, which makes a certain amount of sense

i still miss peacock queen charlotte

oh, and lana's lurking at ringside

hadn't noticed

match starts, immediately go to a roman/cena ad

because why bother actually watching the main event

all three faces briefly team up to dunk on tamina, because why wouldn't you

naomi springboard crossbodies charlotte and becky simultaneously, cos she's great

pan out to nattie watching the match and looking smug

naomi gets her submission on charlotte, becky breaks it up so she can disarmher naomi

because submission wrestling goes so well in a four-way

charlotte spears tamina, it's pretty great

and then moonsaults her and naomi simultaneously

i talk a lot of shit about charlotte, but it's good to have her back

becky breaks a figure eight with a leg drop, which seems dangerous as fuck

everyone is dead

becky takes a samoan drop and then a splash from tamina, naomi breaks up the pin in a really cool way, lana pulls her out and gets fucked on, and then something i didn't quite catch put tamina down for a pin by charlotte

oh right

superkicked naomi, then took a big boot from charlotte

she does do a very big boot indeed

so yeah, charlotte/nattie at hiac

feel like we've seen this before

but hey, who am i to expect variation and originality in wrestling

and we fade on charlotte being like fuck yeah my dad isn't dead also something about a match

right, hopefully this'll get posted before no mercy

if it does, hmu on twitter @waruce if you don't already

but for now, i'm off to watch the rest of the week's wrestling before i run out of week

#WWE #WWE Raw #wwe smackdown #wre

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lisatelramor · 6 years

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Not Left To Stand Alone Ch25

By the time Saguru got in touch with Aoko, the body on the news had been identified as Ichiyose Gen, a supposedly mild mannered accountant for a law firm just outside of Tokyo. Ichiyose had been much less inconspicuous once his apartment had been searched. While the apartment proper was clean to the point of barrenness, the police had found a hidden compartment in the closet with rifle shells, indicating that Kudo’s hypothesis that the man was the mystery sniper were correct. Of course Aoko wasn’t supposed to have shared any of this and the whole thing was being hushed up. As of yet, there were no clear connections to anyone or why Ichiyose had been left in Kid’s costume.

The law firm wasn’t connected to anything that Saguru could see in the greater picture they were building. Ichiyose had just been a man. A hired killer, most likely, but not anyone important, a contract killer with a front job to maintain, no clear motives, no trail of his history to lead back to other targets or anything. There had been no papers in the apartment of use, no mysterious bank statements with suspicious influxes of cash, no digital trail to mark how he kept in contact with potential clients. It was all a blank slate, like anything beyond the rifle shells had been removed. Even the gun wasn’t there.

It added up to a frustrating amount of nothing and very little for the police to work off of except looking to the law firm as a possible shell company with whom Ichiyose could have met targets. Or, of course, the rifle shells could have been planted, the presence of the Kid costume left merely to confuse, and everyone could be devoting effort and resources to something that had nothing to do with Kid or the group they were after at all. Or it could be a distraction by them and Ichiyose an unfortunate victim. There were too many loose ends and uncertainties to say for sure, and Saguru didn’t have the authority to look into it closer.

“I’ll let you know if anything comes out of it,” Aoko had said before she hung up his call.

And so Saguru was left grasping at air for leads again. It was terribly frustrating. The documents Kid gave had names and people and companies, but unless they were caught in the act on things, there wasn’t much way to bring them down. And even then, it would be a matter of striking the right place; strike too low and you caught a handful of people who only knew the periphery of what was going on. Attempt to strike too high, and there could be positions of power to cover things up, shove aside your efforts or spirit people away. Timing would be everything, and that kind of timing required a good deal of effort made across the board to synch up everyone involved to hit as broadly and effectively as possible. It was the ones in the police and legal systems and those high up in corporations and politics that would be the hard ones to hit. The ones who had lawyers to stall and misdirect and drain resources. The ones in positions of power that could halt everything or call it all a hoax to ruin their name.

They would need people in high places to help. Unfortunately, it was hard to know who could be trusted.

Meanwhile, Aoko was stretched thin investigating the bomber, Kid’s disappearance, the sniper, and now this latest body. Saguru made a mental note to check in with his father; despite being retired, he’d likely kept up with who was in charge, and could probably give a decent theory on who was more likely to be trusted. Add that to Kuroba’s notes, and maybe they would finally get somewhere. What they needed most was an opening, catching someone in this massive group in the act. If they could manage to trace any actions that happened after, figure out who covered things up or find other links...

Easier said than done though. There were no leads on the bombs and the sniper was most likely dead.

Saguru rejoined the others in the kitchen and found Kudo heading out.

“I think it’s time for me to do a bit of legwork,” he said. “I’m going to get any information about Ichiyose that I can, and hopefully find some clues that lead somewhere. Then I figure I’ll check out the buildings near the cosmetics company. Going to the building itself might tip them off, but maybe looking around the area would help.”

“I’ll go through more files.” Bit by bit they were gaining a concept of the group’s structure. It was only a matter of time and effort before it all began to pull together. When he could, Saguru was cross referencing things to information Aoko and Nakamori had given him, fitting cases to faces and tracking who had most likely redacted parts of the files, who would have had the influence to seal them away. This was vital evidence for cleaning up the poison in the police force. It was also the most tedious part of it all. He missed the days where legwork hadn’t been too physically demanding for him to do much of.

***

Saguru woke with the mild confusion of someone finding themselves in a room they were unfamiliar with, with the hazy uncertainty for why he woke in the first place. Kudo’s guest bedroom was more comfortable than the futon Saguru was currently used to sleeping on, but the walls had unfamiliar shadows and an unfamiliar ceiling. He stared at it blearily, no street light from outdoors radiating through the blinds to throw black against the white, just gray fading into darker gray.

Then a soft scuff against wooden floors jolted him awake; he wasn’t alone. Saguru shot upright, hand grasping for something nearby to use as a weapon and only coming up with the book he’d been reading before bed.

The person in the deepest shadows of the room paused.

Saguru slumped in relief when they moved into the dim light coming through the window. “Chikage-san,” he said. Kuroba Chikage, Kuroba’s mother and someone he had only seen in photos and interacted briefly in phone conversations. His relief didn’t last long as the strangeness of it all caught up with his tired brain. “What are you doing here?”

“Saguru-san,” Chikage said. She didn’t look much older than the photos of her at thirty-four had looked, a few more lines around her eyes and a streak of gray in her hair the only signs of age that Saguru could pick out in the dark.

“Kuroba’s in the room down the hall,” Saguru said as she leaned against the windowsill.

“I saw him already,” she said. He had the unsettling feeling of being weighed by her stare. “You and Kudo-san are leading the search for the organization.”

“...Yes?” She’d chosen a spot that put half her face in light, but it put the other half in shadow, much like Kid’s face was forever shadowed, only vertically instead of horizontally. There was the same promise of motion that Kuroba had in how she held herself, ready to flee or dodge or attack the way someone was when they were forever targeted. It was clear that whatever Kuroba Chikage filled her time with abroad, it wasn’t the safe, quiet sort of activities one would expect from a retiree. If he remembered correctly, there had been a rumor—or was it fact?—that Kid and the thief Phantom Lady were related. Phantom Lady had vanished from the public eye not long after Kid’s first appearance, interestingly enough. In fact, the two of them had even met at the same heist if Hakuba was remembering the details correctly. In France, during one of Kuroba Toichi’s world tours as a stage magician.

“You’re going to need proof of what they’re doing.”

“...Kuroba has provided a good deal of that,” Saguru said.

“For the companies in Japan,” she agreed. “He never did much with Kid’s reputation as an international thief.”

Kuroba Chikage, if Saguru remembered correctly, had spent a good deal of time abroad in the United States and Europe while Kuroba was a teenager. There was nothing to say that she hadn’t continued this, her absence when Kuroba was injured only adding to the assumption that these trips had continued. “Chikage-san, are you offering proof?”

Her smile in the dark wasn’t Kid’s smile that invited you to share in his mischief. It was a much darker smile that would be better fitting on a crocodile right before it snapped. “I’m sure as someone raised around police, you know how long it actually takes to get a proper arrest and sentencing sometimes. Finding proof when it’s been purposefully obscured and destroyed, getting a confession when they don’t want to confess... I think Kaito would be satisfied to take out their presence in just Japan at this point. But you can’t just kill the pests in your home if they’re all around waiting to fill in whatever you flush out. Power vacuums mean something fills it, right, Saguru-kun?”

The less switch in honorific made his tired brain pause. “What do you have?” He focused on the glint of her eyes and the silver curve of her smile in the dark.

“Financial records,” Chikage said. “Voice recordings. Surveillance footage that was supposed to have been erased. Research notes confirming unauthorized and illegal human testing. Locations of bodies gone missing, details of backdoor transactions, evidence of weapon smuggling across country and continental lines.” Saguru felt his eyes go wide as she listed things on her fingers. “Over two decades is a long time to put yourself in the right position and gather up allies.”

If that was true, ever since Toichi’s death, Chikage had been playing the long game, having a public and private persona and digging in deep to the criminal underworld. Saguru shivered. She’d let her son play target and lure and used his distraction to accomplish what he couldn’t. “Even with all of that,” he said finally, throat feeling tight with the enormity of it all, “to catch a group of this size...”

“They’re big,” Chikage acknowledged. “So when this breaks, it will have to be equally big, big enough that it can’t be buried. Bigger than Kudo’s takedown. You light up the world so there’s nowhere left to hide and make all their dirty laundry visible.”

“What are you planning?”

“The internet is a useful thing,” Chikage said. “A wonderful resource that’s only truly come into its own the last few decades. It’s hard to cover up anything that’s been leaked there...”

“An info dump,” Saguru said, understanding. “You plan to leak everything you’ve compiled so that the people involved can’t hide, air everything for the world to see.”

Chikage’s smile was predatory. “Of course it will work best if it’s coordinated with a police effort at the same time the dump happens. We’ve always needed to have more help from the inside, but it’s a bit hard when you’re working with criminals to get them to trust the police and vice versa. I had hoped it would be Aoko, but that opportunity was lost a while ago.”

Saguru looked at her. Her hair was neat, her face deceptively young, but she still looked like someone’s mother. Unassuming. No one would ever guess what lurked beneath that exterior or the quick mind that had to exist behind her brown eyes. He hadn’t realized in the messages they’d exchanged about Kuroba what lurked in her. He felt infinitely lucky that she seemed to have decided he was an ally instead of a threat. How close had he come to being under her watch as a teen? He surely would have been seen as much more of a threat. “It will still take a bit of time to organize things,” Saguru said.

“What is a few months compared to years.” She stepped forward, in shadow again and far too close to Saguru. He was uncomfortably aware of how sheets were still tangled around his legs and that there was nowhere to go to should she decide to turn that reigned in aggression on him. “You’ve insinuated yourself into my family’s lives pretty deeply in the few months I’ve been gone,” she said. Her face was entirely unreadable; Saguru didn’t know her well enough to pick up little tells like he could with Kuroba. “The phone conversations we’ve had led me to believe you care about Kaito’s wellbeing. Your actions so far have backed that up.”

There was an intense weight of judgment in how she stood over him, but this wasn’t the first time Saguru had been judged by someone’s parent, and compared to the contempt Mel’s parents had shown him for years after they’d been his in-laws, this wasn’t quite as heavy. He’d never felt like he might have to worry about getting stabbed by Mel’s parents though.

“He trusts you,” Chikage said after a deeply unsettling silence. “I am not sure I understand it but so long as you keep putting his safety first, I’ll trust you as well. Kaito is rarely wrong in where he places his trust.”

A light knock on the doorframe broke the stifling intensity of the room. Both of their heads turned toward the sound.

Kuroba, dressed in one of the various yukata he’d been in since he was first brought to the Kudo home, leaned along the doorway. It was meant to look casual but it was a far cry from his usual poker face. He was too pale for one. “The air’s so thick you could cut it,” Kuroba said, voice light.

Saguru was half out of his bed a half second later as the surprise wore off. “Kuroba!” He brushed past Chikage, stumbling toward Kuroba. “You’re not supposed to be up!”

“I am capable of walking to the bathroom,” Kuroba said.

“This isn’t the bathroom and no, you’re supposed to be on bed rest!”

“That sharp tongued doctor is going to yell at you,” Chikage sighed. She didn’t sound surprised though, walking past Saguru to get to Kuroba first and offer a shoulder in support.

“I’m healing fine. Better than fine, ask her.” Kuroba accepted his mother’s help while Saguru could only stand and feel useless.

“Be that as it may,” Saguru said, “please don’t aggravate your wounds.”

Kuroba rolled his eyes. “The world needs to stop treating me like glass.” And yet he made no move to refuse a helping hand and his face was still too pale. Saguru itched to guide him to the nearest flat surface—even if that flat surface was Saguru’s own bed. “And Kaa-san, you need to stop threatening people.”

“I have to test the detectives in your life,” Chikage said, “after all you can’t do much to defend yourself right now.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t need to defend myself then.” Kuroba leaned against his mother with a tight smile. “Don’t let her lead you into a plan you can’t handle.”

“Would I do that?” Chikage said. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who plans impossible things.”

“We’re magicians, we live to make the impossible a reality,” Kuroba said with a judicious sniff. “Hakuba’s not a magician, he just deals with regular old reality. No one is making any stupid, life threatening plans, okay?”

“Noted,” Saguru said. “Not that I planned to risk any more than is already implicit in any of this. Now could you please return to your room and rest?”

“And I took the time to come and see you,” Kuroba said, with a put upon and overly exaggerated sigh.

“I’m touched,” Saguru said. It was slow going back down the hallway, slow enough that Saguru wondered how the hell Kuroba had managed on his own let alone silently enough to surprise them. Kuroba was right about always pulling the impossible. He shouldn’t be able to walk at all yet. Chikage was terribly gentle with Kuroba as she helped him back into bed. Saguru held back sheets to let Kuroba get comfortable but Chikage was the one to pull them up. It was a reminder that Kuroba was someone’s child, like Saguru was Mum’s son, like all of them were all children for someone, and it gave him a glimpse at what Kuroba’s early childhood might have been like. Chikage gentle but not taking any of Kuroba’s complaints or protests that he could settle himself back into a bed just fine. Joking back that he could say that as soon as he was able to walk without hiding his pain. It wasn’t the sort of exasperated doting that Mum would have done. Too efficient, but there was care there. Care that a younger Saguru had wondered about when he learned that Kuroba spent most of his time alone, and that Saguru had compared to his life in Japan with his father who always worked and a governess as his usual meal companion and had concluded that both of their lives could be lonely. Whether Kuroba Chikage cared about her son wasn’t a question anymore.

Saguru met Chikage’s eyes over her son and they had silent agreement; he’d work with her and her plan and they’d crush the organization as much as possible. For Kaito’s sake.

#detective conan #magic kaito #nltsa #not left to stand alone #my writing #fanfiction #bit shorter chapter but there's another extra soon

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thenuanceddebater · 7 years

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Sifting Through the Trash Heap: “Seven Inconvenient Facts About Trump’s Refugee Actions”

This is going to be a new and potentially semi-infrequent series in which I go through an article that I think is particularly egregious from either the left or the right and discuss why it is not a very good article. Then I’ll give a final statement on the article’s worth and whether or not it is garbage. The first one is a Breitbart Article published yesterday that can be found below.

http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2017/01/29/trumps-immigration-pause-sober-defenses-vs-hysterical-criticism/

I’ll try and summarize the point before I rebut them (when necessary), but I would recommend opening up the full text so that you can follow along. Anyway, here we go.

1. It is not a “Muslim Ban”

This is both correct and incorrect. It’s not a Muslim ban, but Muslims are disproportionately affected by the policy. Most of accusations about a “Muslim Ban” that I see floating around use some of Trump’s statements on how his administration is going to prioritize Christian and other “minority” religions over Muslims when admitting refugees.

However, a lot of the justification here is pretty nonsensical. Sure, Trump didn’t ban every single visa or document known to humans, but acting like the types of visas allowed are anything other than governmental workers, state officials, or diplomats is nonsensical.

Also, it was not impossible for Christians to be admitted to the United States as refugees from Syria or any area in which they are a minority religion-- despite Trump’s insinuations toward the contrary. There’s no evidence for that, and a good amount of evidence against it. Also, Christians are treated comparably or better than other Muslims branded as takfir by ISIS: And those Muslims are the vast majority of refugees. To compare either of those two to the Yazidis who are being genocided is a little disgusting in my opinion.

2. The order is based on security reviews conducted by the Obama Administration

Yes, and? Simply because Obama conducted a security review in 2011 and deemed these seven countries the most dangerous in terms of national security does not mean that this is remotely justified under his policies or as one of his initiatives. If Obama wanted a moratorium on immigration like Trump has enacted here he had five years to do it. He didn’t. That should say something. This is an idiotic non-justification even though the factual information is true.

3. The moratorium is largely temporary

Except from Syria. You know, the area that is undergoing a massive humanitarian crisis?. The area in which the governmental regime continues to use chemical weapons against innocent civilians? That one? Those refugees are banned indefinitely. That’s... not great. There’s a difference between “extreme vetting” and an outright ban or moratorium. Even though Obama once engaged in the former, he never extended it to the level of the latter. This is still relatively unprecedented in recent times.

4. Obama did it in Iraq

...No. He didn’t. Obama called for a reevaluation of the vetting protocol for Iraqi refugees after two refugees were arrested in Kentucky-- some of the only refugees to be arrested since they were admitted into the United States. During this reevaluation, immigration slowed but Obama never actually stopped it with a moratorium or ban. Also while Trump allowed some visas and documentation, Obama allowed a heck of a lot more. These two situations are not particularly comparable, and any comparison would find Obama as the more tolerant policy. This is just misinformation.

5. Trump’s refugee caps are comparable to Obama’s in 2015-2016

I mean, sure. If you consider a decrease of almost 29% to be comparable. If I got a 71% on a test, that’s comparable to a 100% right? If I decreased taxed by 29%, those taxes would still be “comparable” to what they were earlier, right? What? No? That’s not how that works? Huh. Interesting. Because that’s also not how it works here. Additionally, Obama was trending up in the amount of refugees that were being allowed into the US as the humanitarian crisis in Syria worsened whereas Trump is now trending down with an indefinite moratorium on refugees from Syria. See how these are in fact very different? This is just bad math. Or misinformation. But I think Hanlon’s razor applies here, so I’m going with bad math.

6. The Executive Order is legal

Well, that remains to be seen. There’s already been a bit of a concession made so that the Executive Order doesn’t affect Green Card holders and legal residents. So, in its original form, it actually wasn’t legal. Additionally, the justification made in this article is basically “Trump has the right to do this, and it doesn’t explicitly discriminate against any religion so it’s constitutional”. This just confirms that Mr. Hayward, the author of this article, really doesn’t know his civil liberties law. In the landmark case Yick Wo v. Hopkins, The United States Supreme Court ruled that a law that is race-neutral in appearance can be implemented unfairly and that when this was done the implementation made the law unconstitutional. Trump’s executive order has a clause about how individuals of “minority religions” are going to be privileged over individuals of “majority religions”. If there is no reason for this clause and it isn’t removed (and there does appear to be no reason for it, and Trump appears to have no desire to remove it), it could drag the entire Executive Order down as implemented to unfairly target Muslims and thus as unconstitutional under the Establishment Clause of the Constitution. So this is just bad legal knowledge.

7. This Executive Order is a security measure, not an arbitrary expression of xenophobia

A security measure? From what threat exactly? When Obama ordered a reevaluation of the US vetting policy for Iraqi refugees it was because of the arrest of two refugees in Kentucky. Where are the refugees that have been arrested to trigger this sort of policy from Trump? The most recent terrorist attack in the United States was committed by a person born here, not one who immigrated here. So, it can’t be that. The justification given here is that green card holders and the like left to fight for ISIS. Well, so did American citizens. Are we just going to ban them from returning to the US as well? Also, the notion that Obama “blinded the United States to national security interests” due to being PC and his liberal ideology is not supported by sources. At all. Even had Obama cracked down on immigration during his presidency, we would still have had the Pulse shooting and San Bernadino. Why? Because the killers were all United States Citizens or legal residents who came from countries not affected by the moratorium (like Pakistan and Saudi Arabia). And Trump’s immigration ban on these predominantly Muslim countries could be used as a relatively effective ISIS recruitment tool saying that the United States is trying to ban all Muslims because we hate them. This could increase the security risks to the United States by making ISIS stronger. So, Trump’s immigration moratorium isn’t even objectively good from a national security standpoint. And this? This is just crappy post-hoc rationalization. Or a really bad attempt at a nonexistent justification.

Final Judgment (Trash or Not Trash)

For every point this article makes that is correct or reasonably correct, it has four to five that are complete and utter nonsense. It uses bad justifications, bad arguments, spreads misinformation, and doesn’t seem to have a good understanding of the context about what the Executive Order effects. Its reasoning is either platitudinous or downright specious, and a majority of the “seven inconvenient truths” can be disproven with a cursory amount of research and understanding of the situation. This article was quite simply not very good.

Trash

#nuance #donald trump #immigration ban #sifting through the trash heap #breitbart #original series

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