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domjaehyun · 2 years

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to all my followers who don’t want to see some ignorant, racist piece of shit get spoken to like they’re the stupidest person i’ve ever encountered, i would advise not reading below this read more.

the absolute hilarity of getting two incredibly weak and blatantly racist anons in my inbox yesterday (from the same person, because they love operating under the thought that i can’t tell when two messages come from the same person) and just getting blocked and ignored… then they got :((( upset because their little racist comments didn’t get the attention they wanted. so :o they came off anon !!!

and the blog in question is an empty fucking burner acc….except for one lone rb about NCT’s problematic behavior from 😮 a BTS stan acc….. okay, cool, great, makes total sense to me. perfectly logical argument, void of any flaws at all!

so, since you want attention so bad, here we go: you have sooooo much to say abt nct and you said not to deflect and you have a million and one reasons not to like them, right? but you’re reblogging from BTS stan accounts as if BTS are perfect angels, right? so if you have beef with NCT, why’d you feel the need to come at ME and call me literal slurs….? because you’re so against racism? “racism bad but it’s justifiable when i have an issue with you” …do you see how stupid you sound? how you invalidated your own argument immediately?

also, fun fact—as soon as you jump to racism, you lose any credibility you may have had. because you had nothing valid to say. and you got yourself so worked up about the fact that i am black and unbothered by your idiocy. that your sad little excuse for a brain blanked and all you could come up with was “hurr durr youre black (derogatory)” as if i wasn’t fully cognizant of this… and as if black was an insult…. which, again, is racist. so a racist coming at a black person in the name of “anti-racism” …class, do we see the hypocrisy in the statement?

also? just because i don’t post my opinions publicly for thousands of followers to see, doesn’t mean i don’t have my opinions in private. you, nor anyone else on this blog, have any entitlement to my opinions. i tell you what i want to, and you have no choice but to go grasping for straws to formulate an argument you have no concrete evidence for.

i have never once in my life OR my time on this blog ever defended ANY kpop idol for ANYTHING they’ve done. ever. so if you think that i am responsible for your lack of reading comprehension and critical thinking, you are sorely mistaken. as people like you have made abundantly clear, there is literally not a single social space on this planet where black people—specifically black women—can enjoy themselves in peace and not be subjected to misogynoir. i am allowed to enjoy things and not agree with things people have done.

so, ykw? i’m curious now. if you say NCT is a bad group to stan for black people or whatever, who SHOULD i stan? hm? doesn’t even have to be kpop!! this is YOUR open opportunity for promoting any entirely UNPROBLEMATIC spaces. that would mean the artist or franchise itself and any celebrities involved have never said or done ANYTHING bigoted. that would mean that not a single person in that fanbase has ever said or done ANYTHING problematic in the history of EVER. if you can name some things you think my time would be better spent stanning or supporting, hit me up with a list :) i even left you unblocked so you can say your piece!

however, if you name any franchise/artist and i look them up and find any instance of problematic behavior (from them OR their fanbase), your argument is moot immediately. which means that You Can’t Support Them, Either! which means that you, and i, and eeeeeeeveryone in the world can’t support anything with problematic behavior ever. so we’re gonna have to sit in our houses and twiddle our thumbs and watch paint dry 😍 how fun omg i’m so excited 😍

something i also find interesting is that at no point in my argument here, or at any point on my blog, have i ever fixed my mouth to defend any idol for anything they’ve done. this whole time i’ve been talking at you and being the absolute angel that i am and giving you the attention you want so so so desperately, i have defended myself.

also, babe, if you’re so committed to your lil movement you’ve got going on, go ahead and go find Every Single NCT Blog on this app and go tell them every complaint you’ve brought up to me. reminder, though, that you can’t call white people who follow NCT slurs like you did to me bc they don’t have any slurs :/ so you’re gonna have to get really creative if you wanna bring them the same energy you brought me, because you won’t have the weapon of racism to use against them :/// zoinks :/// let me know how that goes for you!!

i’m realizing now that from the second anon you sent me last night, you aren’t really very intelligent, are you? :( you couldn’t string together a coherent sentence or argument in that message to save your life 😬 so i’m worried now that you might not be able to read any of this, because it seems to be above your intellectual…pay grade, if you will.

so i’ll try and sum it up so even people with the basest level of human intelligence, like you, can understand too!

you: racism bad!! nct bad!! i hate racism and NCT because i hate racism!! so i’m going to fight against racism by being racist!!!

me: if i agree with you that “racism bad” and i decide to stop stanning problematic people ever ever again, can you let me know who you think is entirely unproblematic? both the franchise/artist and their fanbase?

does that make sense, dear? do you understand the question i am asking? if you’re so against racism and the like, which you should be!! good for you!! and you’re clearly so invested in educating me—because that’s what this is, right? 🥺 an attempt to educate me? 🥺 and not just blatantly hypocritical harassment with no basis? 🥺—then help me out, babe! let me know 🥺 i wanna be just like you!! i wanna be 100% perfect and unproblematic entirely !!! just like you!!! surely you can help me do better, right? 🥺

anyway, i don’t have much else to say to you :p let me know if anything here didn’t quite make sense for the fragment of a braincell you have to work with. maybe i can draw you a helpful picture! or speak to you like you’re the literal toddlers i used to work with! let me know, though, because they’re a pretty bright age range, so you might need me to lower the threshold of intelligence a lil more.

so, go ahead, @anaffae !! i look forward to hearing your oh, so wise response!! since you're so dedicated to your message, i'm giving you an open opportunity to speak your piece!! remember though, if you at any point stoop to racism or bigotry in your response, your point is immediately moot. if you at any point make an assumption or incorrect statement about me, proving you haven't done any research about me, your point is immediately moot. if i find any logical fallacies in your argument, your point is immediately moot.

so go, babe! you've got the floor :) good luck !! if i'm feeling helpful, i might even grade your response with a red pen like a teacher so whenever you bring this to the next person, you'll at least make sense and not look as downright insipid as you do.

resources you may find helpful are spell check, grammarly (though even that makes mistakes sometimes), the english dictionary, and google for your linguistic concerns.

#stupidity #jizz.txt

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 3 years

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honestly one of my worst crush rejections from high school was when my years 9-12 crush (let’s call him rich boy) decided to do one of those stupid “like this status and i’ll…..” trend fb statuses that were big when i was in late high school back in 2011-2013….. and it was “like this and i’ll pair you with someone/something for shit & giggles!”. unfortunately for teen me, rich boy decided to pair himself with one of the girls in my group at catholic school, a post which had a load of likes….. while he paired me with fucking lord voldemort (leave me be i was still a hella HP stan at that age). but the post on MY timeline had received no likes but mine (i think) and a like on the weird asf comment that i’d made on it from one of our friends from catholic school.

like 17yo me liked rich boy’s status all bc she just wanted to see if he’d be nice to her on fb bc she was partly getting over the crush by then (mid 2013)…. but she was still hoping he’d write something stupidly romantic like “you’re the elizabeth bennett to my darcy” or some other jane austen pairing; even though she’d never bothered to read jane austen books back then lmao. or even “you’re the hermione granger to my ron weasley” (again LEAVE ME BE) or some other harry potter themed relationship lmao.

obvs it was all bc a couple of years earlier, rich boy had decided at our year 10 formal to hold one of teen me’s high heels up for her when it’d come off in a dance circle lmao. or at that point, she was even happy to be paired with his best friend that he kept trying to hint at her on some joke statuses with flirtatious undertones; that she should go out with him by tagging that friend on them lol.

the crush was also based on the one term long drama group assignment we did together in year 9, and the one (1) seemingly flirtatious comment he’d made to 14yo me in year 9/2010 when i had that short-lived typical train-wreck teen relationship with clear braces boy…. where rich boy and a couple of his friends decided to sit with us (ie to harass us) on the wooden benches at back of year 9/10 lunch area, which were playground hot property for groups to sit on.

but the point is that the flirtatious comment came out as if to sound that rich boy was jealous about that teen me was “off the market” so to speak lmao. but i remember with the drama group assignment, i hated rich boy at the start and wanted to change groups 😂, even asking my teacher to change me to another one. but he made me stay in the group with rich boy to “learn to work with him” lmao 😂😅. i was so overdramatic back then. and then i got the crush on RB like a sickness for 3 years. the jokes’ on me, as usual lol 🙄😂.

she also was holding out secretly that hopefully rich boy was staying at tafe (technical college) with her bc he liked being with her and also wanted to keep her safe from her stalker/creeper from public school (although let’s be real here, he really couldn’t do much about that lmao, that was more her job to deal with and not his) and in general she hoped he was just staying to keep her updated on what was happening at that school when her group from catholic school had stopped talking to her by mid 2013….

when looking back now, he was probs staying bc he was the top of our small tafe theatre tech class along with me lmao… so he was staying there for the good marks and not teen me’s company at all. on top of it all, by the end of the course, i’d stopped talking to him anyway. like 17/18yo me really had a rosy view of everything lmao.

and also, i haven’t seen rich boy (and by extension also clear braces boy although that’s more than 10 years now lol) in almost 10 years now lmao. i legit forgot that he existed for a while bc he never updates his fb; except when something big happens or when he gets tagged in something. or i’m also reminded that he exists when he likes one of my selfies/i update my dp or whatever else; albeit those times are obvs very, very few and far between. and like…. i’ve pretty much forgiven him for the above. bc god. we were both fucking dickhead assholes. and i suppose i should’ve actually expected some stupid witty pairing like voldemort or the like….. and not a real one lmao….. bc after all, we were always sassy/witty/sarcastic/snarky to each other at catholic school; so we had to play that bs out on our fb interactions as well.

which looking back, didn’t breed a good friendship with us either. considering i only ever went to him for rude tit-for-tat conversations, where i always made sure that i got the last quick-witted word in with criticising him when people were around us; and nothing deep and meaningful or serious lmao. bc to teen me, he was only good to talk to for a laugh mostly… but when we did try to talk about other things it was stilted and awkward; bc we didn’t really know how to be consistently nice to each other when we were alone lmao.

and tafe is also where l learnt that we didn’t really have much in common (besides liking 1-2 of the same emo bands- and things like him going to soundwave (ie aussie warped tour/slam dunk fest etc back then)… where i literally posted flirtatiously on his wall one that that i “hated” him for going to it and also made pointed statuses at him about it lmao) like lonely 14-18yo me thought we did lmao.

for example: rich boy was super into classic cinema (one of his projects in our tafe course was building a model house from alfred hitchcock’s psycho), game of thrones and quentin tarantino movies and also he loved basketball…. while i was still obsessed with harry potter as i said earlier, and still into pretty little liars and into the “…….next top model” reality tv juggernaut with australia’s and america’s next top model and the E! celeb channel; amongst other things. i loathed and despised sport, and most especially basketball lmao. i actually tried to read asoiaf/watch GOT bc he liked it lmao (and also had friends at public school who were into it)…. but i couldnt bring myself to do it at the time. like we weren’t compatible at all lmao. but teen me didn’t get it.

but yeah. unrequited teen crushes suck. so, to all of my younger followers, if i have any: if your crush acts like this don’t waste time on thinking they’ll be nice to you lmao; and drop that crush like a hot fucking potato. bc if they’re mean to you (which is what i was running under from all the shitty tween/teen shows i was watching at the time) it defs means that they do NOT like you romantically lmao. fuck that noise.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess #and this why i’m not dating #bc i can’t deal with this level of rejection again lmao

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krugerevengeinej · 5 years

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When the Water Begins to Recede Ch. 3 - Learn From Your Mistakes

Synopsis | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

Song Inspo: Cringe -Matt Mason, When I Was Older - Billie Eilish, Mr. Rattlebone - Matt Maeson, The Only - Sasha Sloan

AN: It is here, as promised, extra long and extra angsty! This took me so long to write, and I really hope you guys like it. Comments and rbs are most appreciated as always, tell me what you think. What did you like best, and what needs work? I crave feedback please don’t leave me in the dark.

Desc: Kaz struggles with Inej being gone, and all the chaos that is happening in the city, but is even more disturbed when she arrives from sea early with awful news.

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The pain in Kaz’s leg had been a constant and bitter reminder of the current state of the weather. It seemed to echo his concern for Inej and the painful longing for her return. He’d already been frustrated by her insisting to leave as soon as storm season hit, and he could hardly bear the thought of her being held up in some foreign port as she waited for the sea to settle, or worse shipwrecked, drowned, attacked by pirates. She’ll be fine, he tried to console himself.

He needed to stop worrying, but while she might have been able to handle the pirates even his wraith—Inej, he remined himself, was no match for the ocean’s wrath. He was antsy enough it had begun to plague his already-minimal sleep. He seldom found it and when he did, she was there too, as she had been on that stack of crates, blood pouring from a wound he could not locate, and whenever he tried to help her she seemed to slip further away.

She might be swallowed by the water and he would dive in after her. He’d try to grasp for her hand, and she would flicker and vanish, so he would faze right through it.

Those weren’t even the worst dreams, no not even close. There were dreams where she never came back, where he waited for years, thinking maybe he’d caught a glimpse of her ship, but it was always a trick of the light. Sometimes she did come back, but she never regarded him, spoke to him even looked at him. He could chase her down the street, but she always ran faster.

But those still weren’t the worst, the worst was when she did come back. He’d receive the news that The Wraith had returned, but then she was nowhere to be found. He could turn the city upside down; search every crevice and scour every rooftop and she was simply gone. Yet he could feel her, she was somewhere in the city, he heard her laughter in an echoey room, saw the glint of her knives in a dark alley, and tried to get a glimpse of her shape, but it was like trying to catch his shadow. It was frustrating and confusing and terrifying all at the same time, and all he wanted was to see her again.

It went on for three weeks, it was when she’d said her first letter was meant to arrive, but she had instead. He’d been worried as much as relieved when Pim had come into his office to inform him The Wraith was on its way into port. It was raining and great gusts of wind formed great swells that knocked the ships about.

Kaz had planned this out numerous times as he lay awake at night. He would not rush to the docks when she arrived. In fact, from now on he would stay away from her ship as often as possible. It had even been foolish of him to see her off that first time. The last thing either he or Inej wanted, was rumors about this new business of theirs. That was enough of a hassle, considering he still had so much work to do, and so much had been going on in Ketterdam.

There was his working with Wylan who was taking his father’s place in the Merchant council. As well as figuring out what the hell to do with his stake. Now that Pekka was gone the city seemed to be folding in on itself and there was lots of opportunity for new dealings and partnerships. The plague scare had worn off and left the Emerald Palace as well as several other Dime Lions’ establishments, could be bought for cheap and renovated. He’d always loved the idea of having one of his own gambling dens in the Lid.

But some bad things had been happening too, members from his gang were going missing, being tortured, beaten bloody and returned to him with alongside threats. He had to guess it was angry Dime Lions who thought they could fill the hole he’d left, or possibly bring the Kaelish King (that’s what people were calling Pekka now) back. But they wanted revenge on Kaz and the Dregs first. This was less about information than sending a message and getting event. Oh, how the tables have turned, he thought wistfully.

He was partially grateful Inej was no longer a member, at least she wasn’t at risk. But it would be very useful to have his spider’s help with this.

Kaz’s spectacle with their leader certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the barrel either, he knew that. But he’d been furious to see it in The Ketterdam Print along with a blurry photograph of him. It wasn’t particularly harmful. That didn’t mean he liked this kind of publicity. But the stadwatch certainly weren’t about to get involved in a gang war. Even if they saw him in public they weren’t cocky enough to try and pinch him.

The Dregs’ reputation had soared in the past months, He’d taken on new members and seen extra fear in people’s eyes when he walked down the street. However, it had seemed so much better when Inej was there with him, and he paced listlessly in his office as he awaited her arrival.

She still had to dock, unload and manage to think of a good reason to pick her way through the barrel to come see him without arousing any suspicion. It’d been hours, and he still paced back and forth. He was used to using Per Haskell’s old office now, though it had been a bit strange at first. It was a proper desk, with a high-backed leather chair, and the room itself was much larger than his attic one. He still slept up there, but it was an improvement to have his own space on the ground floor.

Then he felt it, the nearly imperceptible shift in the air as Inej entered the room and shut the door without a sound. He did his best to seem at ease as he turned to face her, leaning casually against the desk. He was about to crack a smile before he caught sight of her expression, solemn and cold. Her eyes were heavy with guilt and remorse and the horrid weight on an unspoken confession. He stared at her, allowing the silence to stretch out like a rope between them as she gathered her words.

Her lips parted and she blew out a shaky breath, closing her eyes for a moment, before she said hoarsely, “we lost half our crew.” In simply speaking the words, tears had begun to well in her eyes. She was clearly cutting open wounds that had just started to heal.

The silence stretched thinner, agonizingly taught as her words sunk in. He knew how much pain she was in. Inej may not have known those people for long, but she did not take lost lives delicately. Not when they had been under her command.

Tears started to stream down her cheeks, and that hurt him. Inej did not cry, he’d only seen her do it once, but she’d been joyful as she wrapped her arms around her parents. This was different, there was pain and shame in the lines of her face, and for once he understood it. Loss was a terrifying thing, so sudden and strange, but it was especially awful to lose people who put their faith in you. It was too easy to think they blamed you for it. But whatever happened wasn’t her fault, he knew that.

“It’s alright, it happens. Inej, it wasn’t your fault,” he croaked, “I know what its like to lose a crew, and whatever you think it was it wasn’t—”

“I killed eleven, fucking, people, Kaz, it’s not alright,” her voice was laced with bitter sorrow, “and it was my fault.” Her hands curled tightly at her sides, “they listened to me, t-they trusted me, and I was irresponsible. I failed them, and now I can’t bring them back. How is that alright?”

“They took the risk, didn’t they?” He spoke plainly, didn’t try to coddle her, she’d only despise him for that. She nodded. “Then how is it your fault? They knew their chances going out this late in the year, and I told you something might happen.” She stilled, her gaze sharpened on him.

“It wasn’t a storm,” Inej said lowly.

“What happened?”

“It was another ship, a slaver ship.” His eyes widened in shock, she wasn’t supposed to be attacking any ships on this mission, just spying out a slaver outpost in the southern colonies.

“Did they, attack you?” He asked hesitantly.

She shook her head, sighing shakily before she continued, “no I—I just, I knew, the ship Kaz.” Her gaze fell to the floor and realization struck him before she spoke the words, “it was the same ship that brought me to Kerch. I had to do it. I thought we could handle it, and I was wrong. They killed half our crew and they didn’t even have any prisoners. We didn’t even save anyone, and I failed them.”

He was disappointed, and she could probably tell. She’d seemed so hopeful when she bounded off into the snow three weeks ago, but now she seemed to regret even mentioning a ship.

“You’re not the only one who makes mistakes Inej,” he said, “I’ve lost crews because of stupid decisions and I’ll never forget that. You can’t learn how to lead if you don’t screw it up first.”

She wiped her tears away with her sleeve, and sighed, “This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” That really was a lot to say considering how much she’d suffered through these past few years, he’d marveled at her strength but he couldn’t stand that this had nearly been enough to break her.

“I know it is,” he moved closer to her, “but you have to be the strong one when everything goes to shit, don’t ever let your crew see you like this.” That was the first thing he’d learned about leadership, no matter how bad things got people would always look up to their leader for direction, and security. If he panicked, everyone would start to panic. It simply wasn’t an option.

She reached out cautiously and took his ungloved hand. He slowly let their fingers entwine, and she smiled weakly.

“I want to find that ship and turn it to splinters,” she muttered.

Then he smiled too, “I think I can help with that.”

“Oh, how can you?” she asked.

“When you came to Kerch, you didn’t go on an auction block right? Heleen was waiting for you.”

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“Then she must have been informed by whoever picked you up,” he explained, “I’d bet good money Heleen knows who owns that ship. I’m sure with a little spy work you and I can figure it out.” He hesitated, “she’s got a lot of sources though. It may take a while, but I think we can handle it.”

She squeezed his hand and her smile widened. “Thank you, I’d be glad to stay in the city awhile if it means we can find the ship.”

“Who knows? Maybe we’ll burn down the whole menagerie.”

She actually giggled, “oh I’d really like that.” They stood there quietly for a bit, just enjoying each other’s company after so much time apart. Then suddenly a call had sounded from outside.

“Boss!” screeched Anika, “there’s another one!” Oh saints dammit not now, he thought frantically, releasing Inej’s hand and snatching his gloves from the desk. He pulled them on, grabbed his cane and sprinted out the door, offering no explanation but Inej followed him regardless.

He threw open the Slat’s front door and pushed past the crowd of people. There lying on the ground was wiry Roeder, the boy he’d been using as a spider. He’d been absent for days, but that was nothing unusual. His face was swollen and bruised, body broken and bloody, but most important was his eyes. Inej was standing next to him and she looked in horror and confusion, one hand covering her mouth. They were nowhere to be found,

In their places were silver dimes

“Kaz what’s going on?” Inej asked.

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my-love-peterp · 5 years

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Mistaken Chapter Five

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Word Count: 2721 (this actually comprises chapters 7 and 8 on Ao3)

THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: Lol updating within a few hours after weeks of not updating at all? It’s more likely than you think. HOnestly, not my finest work but I’m so tired and I feel so bad about not getting anything out there sooner. I want to change bits and pieces of this story but my goodness, yeah. So if you’d like to Beta read shit for me, y’all would be much appreciated.

Warnings: honestly idk, if I missed something besides language hmu friends

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

I ran. There was no stopping me. I stole a cowl from a closet and drifted into the shadows, just long enough to leap from the window.

I materialized and flitted down back alleys until I hit Park Ave. I didn’t know much about this area of New York, but every borough has their drinking holes, right?

Minutes later, I was staggering into a quaint little bar that wasn’t quite the dive that I was looking for, but it would do. This was probably better in any case, fewer leering eyes and a hefty, red-haired, Irish woman who kept my drink full and men away.

Hydra was just one of the many skeletons rattling around in my closet, but they were the Rosetta Stone to my trauma in a lot of ways. Not the foundation, but the guide.

Two more glasses of Lagavulin and those pressing thoughts were kicked to the wayside.

Behind me, the grandfather clock chimed five o’clock. Just call me Jimmy Buffet and saddle me up with a margarita.

What no amount of alcohol could do, unfortunately, was erase the people I’d… met with Hydra. Or lost with them. Most of all, I could never forget my sister.

Brave and stupid drunk, I left my drinking post and headed down Park Avenue rather aimlessly. It felt like I was being drawn in a certain direction, meant to be there, which is absolutely absurd, but I was just drunk enough to believe it.

My feet halted half an hour later outside of a quaint little tattoo parlor. I’d always wanted a tattoo but I’d never had the time nor the money to get one. Fortunately, as a runaway Avenger-in-Training, I had both of those in spades now.

And, as fate would have it, the shop was advertising that they were available for walk-ins today.

Whipping out my new cell phone, I pulled up a picture of what exactly I wanted. My sister and I had always fancied we'd get matching ones someday.

The overly muscled and extremely tattooed man just nodded his ascent and began freehanding a design for the Phoenix on my right side. I was decently numbed from the booze, but as time passed, the more my sides protested in pain. Occasionally, I would feel a quick rush of air push cold wind over my aching skin and nearly groan in pleasure.

Finally, three hours later, I was gingerly easing my shirt back on, sides to be kept wrapped for the next hour or so, in case they started bleeding or weeping plasma and ink.

I stood, signed my name along the dotted line for the payment and stepped out on the street to find none other than Pietro standing, back resting against the side of the building with his arms crossed, obviously waiting for me.

Rather than acknowledge his presence, I moved to hail a taxi. He took that moment to wrap his arms around my middle, sending bolts of pain shooting from my fresh tattoos, and bolted down the street.

Fate, should it exist, obviously had a sense of humor. Minutes later, we were standing in the lobby of Avengers Tower.

Hesitantly, I moved for the elevator doors, wincing with every step as it pulled along my aching muscles, both from the walking and the movement of inked flesh. Pietro followed loosely behind me, as I anticipated. Once he had retrieved me, he certainly wasn’t going to let me escape. He was perhaps the one Avenger I couldn’t simply evade or trick, his eyes caught things as though they were moving half the speed they actually were.

An uncomfortable silence ensued as Pietro pressed the button to take us up to the Penthouse, the de facto floor for team meetings.

Despite receiving an equal number of concerned and suspicious glances, most of the team paid me little to no mind.

Peter gestured to Pietro, eyes questioning, and nods were exchanged. What I wouldn’t give to be able to hear what they were thinking. And maybe it was vain of me to assume that they’d been communicating about me, but I was almost positive.

Lost in my reverie, I almost missed the command Cap gave to Wanda to put me under. I hadn’t even taken a step by the time I was falling to the ground, unconscious, caught in lean arms.

It would be the best rest I’d get for weeks to come.

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I woke up in my own rooms, restrained to the bed. What had happened was fairly obvious, considering the only person who was in my rooms besides me was Tony. And he had an Iron Gauntlet trained on me as I came to. I hacked to clear my throat before speaking. “Seems like a bit of overkill Grandpa.”

Tony just glared down at me, not moving a single inch or softening in any way.

I tried again. “So I take it Witchy rummaged around in my head and found some… Not so savory things. Perhaps my stint as a Hydra assassin. Maybe the length of my kill list even. Let me guess, you’re currently prepping a room for me at whatever new and improved raft you built to keep Thanos locked up and never coming back. Fair warning, I’ll never go willingly and I can put up one hell of a fight.”

“Fortunately for you, that decision’s not up to me and would require the input of the feds, which, knowing what we do now, I can fairly certainly say, you’d prefer if they stayed out of it. 12 US government officials assassinated in less than three months by yours truly. Wow. Talk about a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Were I not a better man, I’d shoot you right now.”

“So why are you here Tony, if not to kill me?” I snarled back at him. “What good does me being alive do? To anyone.” That startled him a little bit, shell shocked enough to look up and into my eyes, where I saw my own feral irises reflected.

But he steeled himself again within moments. And then, out of the breast pocket of his blue blazer, he grabbed a sheet of paper.

Not a sheet of paper I realized as he folded it out for me. A picture of a skinny redheaded woman. One I recognized intimately. “Target 17. What do you need to know?” I questioned coldly, unfeeling. That made him jerk backward in his seat and hastily stand, panting and heaving, murderous intent glinting in his brown eyes.

“Her name was Pepper. And she was killed three days before our wedding, carrying my child. So I’d like to know. Was it-,“ he spat out like the words were physically fighting to escape from his body.

“Was it me? No. I was in the wind with my sister for a few months after our covers were almost blown taking out a diplomat in Indonesia. For what it’s worth, I truly am sorry Tony. Especially,” I said, voice dropping to a whisper, “about your son.”

“Excuse me, my what?” Fists clenched, he strode up to the side of my bed, closer to my head. I shied away from him as he bent down and got into my face. “What did you just say to me?”

Fuck. He didn’t know and I just made it ten times worse. The sound of his repulsor charging broke the most pregnant silence I’d ever heard. Before he could fire, though, Thor and Steve burst through the door and caught him as he collapsed in anguish, taking him away, leaving me alone. They knew everything about my time with Hydra. The evil I’d done and the evil I’d allowed to happen. I was the enemy. And I had no backup.

So back to normal.

Hours later, I gave in to my bone-deep weariness and collapsed into sleep. Dream after fever dream encased my drained mind, ephemeral and diaphanous. Most images were forgotten immediately, flighty and fragile as a butterfly’s wing. Others though, others stuck like mosquitos stuck in amber. Flashes.

Light, blood, destruction. Tattooed stars and deep, harrowing scars on ragged faces. Sobbing little boys with green eyes and silky hair.

Despite the intense lunacy and deep feeling of realness, I felt while dreaming, I was aware of a deep, striking pain within myself. It settled in my chest, buried deep, as though I’d replaced my stomach with Mjolnir. The ache was both sharp and dull, full and waning. It signaled that a harsh reality awaited me in the waking world. When I was dreaming it was like the pain had no anchor, no reason for tormenting me, as hapless and defenseless as a newly hatched bird.

When I’m half-awake, like I am now, I know why the pain is here, understand the presence of gut-wrenching guilt and searing hot shame and thus can accept them. I’m not sure which is worse to experience.

Sometimes I’m fully awake, being handed crackers or grapes or bottles of water by a person whose name I don’t know because I’m never cognizant long enough to catalog their face. Seconds later, I’m again drowning, pulled into the depths of my dreamscape.

My reality blurs and the cycle continues, vicious unto the end. And every time I wake, my cheeks are embarrassingly wet. It feels like weeks before I’m awake long enough to realize I’m not alone. That every time I wake, a new face is staring back at me from a different chair in my room.

I come to recognize them again in time. Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, Steve, Vision, even Peter. But never Tony.

I sit up for the first time after what feels like a month, though the limited aching emanating from my bones tells me, logically, that it’s only been a fraction of that time. One either side of my bed is a Maximoff. Wanda looks more concerned than wary. Pietro looks like a lion who caught the scent of an enemy pride.

“Go slowly Kaida,” Wanda urges, “you must be weak. It’s been a few days since you rejoined the land of the living. Her continued inquiries and entreaties fall on deaf ears. As vulgar as it now sounds in retrospect, I knew I had to move or else an accident would occur. I stumbled into my en suite, knowing even without needing to look that they would have removed anything that would have made a suitable weapon.

I also know that, should my biology betray any sign of shifting to make use of my abilities, F.R.I.D.A.Y. would alert the others and the full might of the Avengers would fall upon my head. And Wanda would have me back out in seconds. What couldn’t be stopped of measured for, of course, were things such as my superhuman hearing, that was currently picking up on the muffled conversation the twins were having in my bedroom on the other side of the bedroom door.

“Why are you blocking FRIDAY, we should be alerting the others that the prisoner is awake and ready for their attention.”

“Pietro! She’s not our prisoner,” Wanda reprimanded. “Besides, I wish to have a moment alone with the girl. Even if she is not a child of Strucker, she is what Hydra made her to be, somehow. I just… I’d like for her to have a sympathetic listener at first. We never got the benefit of the doubt. If you remember we weren’t exactly unwilling in our crusade against the Avengers.”

Pietro just grunted in agreement but remained tense at his sister's side. I quickly twisted off the faucet and reentered the bedroom. Rather than speak, Wanda simply patted the seat of the chair across from hers, indicating that I should take a seat. It was the gentlest command ever issued. I slid back until my shoulders brushed the high back of the chair.

Wanda opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a gesture of my hands. I leaned forward, extending my head towards her.

“Just look, let my mind answer your questions. I don’t know that I’d have the strength to or that we’d have the time before the others come charging in. If I’m going to die, I need at least one person to know and believe the truth. Maybe help persuade Captain Rogers to end my life swiftly. It’s more than I deserve.”

With that Wanda, eyes shining, placed her hands on my temples and breathed deeply as we were both transported to an infinitely darker place, many years ago.

Sinking through my memories was like drifting uncontrollably through a minefield. Tiny bursts of anguish shot through my mind as Wanda relived my upbringing with my sister, the house of horrors that was our home, being tapped to join Hydra and agreeing without ‘persuasion'. The missions, targets and our downfall. My sister's son. And finally, the mission that sent us both running for the hills...

The time since then. One dead-end job to another, sisters working to support each other, all while looking for the last remaining piece of our family. And, then that day had come. The snap and dust. Guilt flooding me and overwhelming a sense of horror as time passed.

Homeless until my… boyfriend. The horror that home turned into, one that I do still feel as though I deserved. Until one night he went too far and I left. The night Peter found me. Of course in the midst of all this, you had my ‘heroics' that mostly consisted of helping women out of situations I understood all too well. And that damned school. So Peter was looking for me at the behest of the Avengers after the most recent event had even landed on the front page of the New York Times.

My deeply buried need to have somewhere to call home, to have not just someone on my six but to have a family. All the emotions that Hydra and I, through my conditioning at their hands, thought of as compromising and weak.

I had agreed, understanding that I could play the role of Asset for the good guys for once, maybe correct some of the horrific circumstances I had had a hand in creating. My mission would be protecting others for the first time. Only in my wildest dreams had I imagined I'd ever have a family again, but they had begun to feel like home, in spite of the secrets I kept. Now that was ruined. That was inevitable, I reminded myself. Because of who I am, I could never have a family. I didn't deserve one.

“No,” Wanda said, interrupting our shared stream of thoughts, "not ruined, just a little, broken. They accepted us in time." Pietro nodded, eyes alighting on his sister and then on me. Curiosity burned in his soul-deep gaze. He leaned forward and used his abnormally large hand and rough fingers to cover his sister's hand, which I just realized was now twined in mine.

Connected like this, I felt the smallest flicker of hope come to life in me, setting my heart aflutter. Understanding and acceptance filled their eyes and I did tear up a little. I never expected this.

“You are not the monster your parents created. Nor the asset that Hydra trained. You are more than that Kaida. Let us help you find it. Find yourself.”

I nodded, leaning into her embrace as she gripped me by the shoulders and kissed my cheek.

At Wanda’s urging, I stepped into the shower, running my hand through my hair as nearly a week’s worth of grime was stripped off my body. I think it was safe to say that I’d never felt more confused and well, vulnerable in my life.

For the time being, I didn’t have a mission or a purpose. My handler, or the surrogate my mind had appointed was questionable at best now that all had been revealed. I didn’t like being left to my own mind and devices. Too many thoughts would rattle around inside my head. After a few hours, the twins left again, gentle eyes and kind reassurances.

Later and not seconds after my stomach rumbled with a fierceness I had forgotten it had, my door opened and a tray of food entered, held by Bucky, the Winter Soldier.

A/N: I’m uploading another chapter tonight that I am formatting and scheduling right flipping now so I don’t flake again. Really pumped for the new fic I’m starting though!

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lizacstuff · 7 years

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7x04 Anons

I have a ton of asks so I’ll answer a few under the cut. A lot of them deal with negativity over the ep and season so be warned and don’t click if you don’t want to read that.

Anonymous said:Liza, have you watched tonight's episode? What did you think of the Rumbelle send off? And of Alice being Roger's daughter?

I had zero emotional reaction to Rumbelle’s story in this episode. None. It’s been too toxic and gross and I have never really cared about it so it didn’t make me feel anything at all. I was curious what they were going to do. Now I know.

As far as Alice being WishHook’s daughter. Eh. So they take the only interesting character and now she’s a fake Wish person too? I just can’t with this nonsense. I’m having a lot of problems with WishHook, so I’m not thrilled she’s tied to his story.

Colin is still hot and an awesome human being and a terrific actor, but the plot... it’s a no for me.

Anonymous said:Sometimes I think Adam and Eddy believe they are the most clever people to ever write, and that everyone else are simple minded peasants. Like that one post-7x04 interview where the interviewer asked if Alice is wish Hook's daughter. "You're very perceptive." Uh, no, Adam and Eddy. You just have all the subtlety of a freight train. You had Alice and Rogers play chess. Wish Hook and his daughter played chess. It's obvious. Don't talk to people like they're stupid for figuring the obvious out.

This show has always been pretty obvious about some things, but they used to pull off some twists. I remember a time when fan speculation was way more wrong than it is right.

However, season 7 is just really obvious in terms of some of the “big twists.” Take Alice being the LGBT character, the entire fandom speculated that from the first second she appeared in shooting spoilers based on stereotypes. I have been hoping it’s not her because of those stereotypes, but nope! They had no surprises up their sleeve with it. Then most people immediately assumed she was Roger’s daughter the second we found out he had one... and apparently no twist there either.

I guess the days of the entire fandom being shocked by finding out Hook is the Dark One and Dark Swan did everything for Hook... are over.

Of course we should have known this reboot lost all subtlety in the second episode when everyone and their mother kept asking Henry if he was in love with the random woman he just met.

Anonymous said:I know the promo pics didn't spell anything good for Belle, but I'm still surprised that they actually had her die. I kept thinking that there would be some twist to it.

As I was just saying... no twists, no turns. It’s exactly as everyone predicted.

Anonymous said:I didn't watch the ep, but shit Henry and ivy have so much more chemistry than the other girl. Cinderella I think lol damn talk about epic romance also I saw comments that also agree with the Henry and ivy

If you haven’t watched how do you know they have more chemistry? Seriously, that’s kind of ridiculous. What are you basing that on?

Anonymous said:ouat is a weird show, it requires you to pay really pay attention but not to close of attention or you will notice all the plot holes

100% accurate. This reboot is creating so many more plot holes with all the magic mcguffins that are suddenly in play. I guess you either have to accept it and go along for the ride, or recognize it for what it is.

Anonymous said:hey liza, who are your favourite characters from the new cast? some of them don’t really impress me but i quite like ivy and tilly.

Both of those characters have some interesting aspects to them. It may have a lot to do with the performers. I haven’t been impressed with Gabriel, Dania or Mekia’s choices so far, but Adelaide and Rose have interesting screen presence.

Anonymous said:Drizella really is a Mean Girls version of Regina. I'm between finding her general attitude annoying and finding her somewhat sympathetic considering she has to deal with Tremaine all day.

You mean Regina when she was a girl and under Cora’s thumb? I could see that comparison. Lets hope Drizella doesn’t follow in Regina’s footsteps and become the mass murdering rapist in town.

Anonymous said:Did Rumbelle build the house in Storybrooke?

Um... I’m not sure I understand this question. In the show I believe that Up-inspired cabin where they were living isolated from everything and everyone else (do people really find that a happy ending?) was in the edge of realms.

Anonymous said:I'm almost mad that we got to see more of Belle and Rumple's story than we did of Captain Swan. We all know they are living their happy ending but it would still be wonderful to see a little clip of Emma sitting on the beach with their daughter waiting for Killian to show up and join their picnic. Just some good ole domestic Captain Swan on scene would make me so happy. *sigh*

I have a number of anons like this, and just NOPE.

First, we did not see more of Rumbelle than CS on this show. Rumbelle was a backburner story that was most often characterized as a cautionary tale of abuse and manipulation and the pair were mostly apart and had very little focus through the run of the series.

The showrunners decided that going forward they needed viewers to feel good about Belle and RB so after making them a gross, toxic mess for seasons now (it was just last year that Rumple was fucking the Evil Queen while Belle ran and hid for her life as he stalked and threatened her) they gave fans a bunch of twee scenes of her growing old (a life she lived isolated from everyone but two people) and dying in order to get rid of her and give Rumple motivation for this idiotic S7.

You’re jealous of that? Seriously? Fuck no.

Also you need to understand that 7.02 and 7.04 were very different episodes. 7.02 was still really Henry's story and a moment in time where he called for help and got to see his parents for a few minutes and we all found out that Emma and Hook are doing great and gonna have a baby and living a blissfully happy life together. It was just a check in where it was confirmed for us that Operation Happy Beginning has been a success and things are amazing. Also it spun off WishHook and completely separated the plot of S7 away from CS. 7.04 was 100% Rumple plot and his story. It explained why he's there and what is motivating him in Hyperion Heights. Very different. For 7.02, CS were not the focus because they didn’t need to be. Nothing in S7 requires knowing exactly what is going to happen to them minute by minute. I'll take less screen time and my OTP being completely disentangled from this mess any day of the week.

Anonymous said:Lol my jealousy of Rumbelle having more focus than CS has dropped to 0%, that episode was eh. CS is expecting a baby, and Belle is dead after spending her life trying to fix rumple's. Nice.

Yep. Look, I’m happy for any fans of Rumple or Belle that are happy about this episode and found peace in Belle’s life, but the writers did too much damage to this pairing over the years for me to care about it at all.

Anonymous said:While I can't stand rumbelle I feel for the shippers. They did get some happy scenes but their ship is going to spend the rest of the season apart and in pain until the half alive dies.

Yeah... I would not like that, I don’t think. It’s just kind of creepy and icky and ew-ey. However, to each her own.

Anonymous said:Agreed with that anon, there some good moments, but this was definitely not even close to one of the best episodes of the series. I have to respectfully disagree with Colin on this one. (Actually season 7 in its entirety lol)

Oh dear sweet Colin. Just trying to do his job. So many cast and crew and media have shot their hyperbolic wad with this episode. Calling it the best EVER!!!!! What will they say for the rest of the season? “This is the second best episode EVER!!!!!” Or will they keep one upping every time they have to promote an ep?

No one with an economic interest in S7 can be trusted when talking about the quality of this season (and I include Mitovich and NA in that.)

Anonymous said:I didn't watch the episode but I'm curious: are we supposed to believe that when Belle dies Emma and Killian are old too or was there some timeline glitch and Emma and Killian are still young in Storybrooke at the time of HH events?

Who knows. Belle and Rumple were off living at the Edge of Realms for the last years of her life. Rumple said something about time standing still there except for Belle??? I think. (my mind kept wandering duiring those scenes becuse they were so boring) Then after she died he opened a portal thingy to go to the time and place where the Guardian (the deux ex machina that is going to cure him of the Dark One curse) lives and Rumple was then transported to the newEF (that looks exactly like the old, I mean couldn’t they have given this new storybook’s fairy tale land some stylistic differences???) on the night of Cinderella’s Ball and we see Henry drive by on his motorcycle.

So yes, I think some of the flashforwards could have been from far in the future, and some could have been not all that distant because they were in a weird realm with weird time mechanics.

However, I think Rumple and Belle left Storybrooke well before Henry did (they talk about it at Gideon’s first birthday and Henry still would have been about 14 at that time) so by the time this Hyperion Heights stuff is happening they would have been off in Fairy Tale land “traveling?” (ie living their lives in dusty libraries searching books for a way to cure Rumple.)

It hurts ones head to try to sort it all out.

Anonymous said:After watching this episode, all I think is how sad it is how far this show gone from greatness. Going back 3 years, I would’ve never imagined ouat would be like this now. Sorry for being dramatic, it’s all just so jarring.

I think one of the most unfortunate things about this is that I really think OUAT could have been a valuable and viable franchise for years to come. However, they tried to reboot it too soon. As I’ve said since last spring, I think it would have been much better to let it rest a year or two and then come back with 10-13 episode event series for ABC.

However, this experiment will probably negate any opportunity for that.

Anonymous said:I think it's a little sad that in real time, Belle died like 5-10 years after the s6 finale. I know it was longer for her but to everyone else that knew her, it'd be like she died young.

Yep. I’m not sure if in Hyperion Heights or Storybrooke in 2017 if Belle is dead, dead, or still living out her life at the edge of realms or wherever and Rumple traveled back in time???

I don’t know.

Anonymous said:Do you think killing Belle off is going to decrease the ratings more?

Nope. If ratings do decrease, I don’t think that will have been a factor.

Anonymous said:They lost viewers even with the episode they promoted the most wow

They did and yes, other than the premiere, this has been the most promoted episode. As I’ve said since the premiere, ep 5 ratings should be the most telling. I’m guessing that will be the baseline for the rest of the half season. At that point anyone in the audience who was just curious if they would preserve our favorites happy endings from the first 6 season will know and there won’t be a bump from that. We’ll see.

#ouat negativity #asklizac #ouat 7x04 #ouat 7.04 #ouat s7 #anonymous

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And our team in general. How many weeks in a row have the opposing teams doubted us? How many times did we just keep doing what we're doing without it being stopped? The disrespect was unreal, I present the three stages of grief.DENIALs*innytreesLamar Jackson is a more fragile RG3This running "thing" isnt going to work for multiple sustained seasonsJust is how it isd*auer0706He won’t make it in this league. Too much runningH*ondrugzJus keep running Jackson he is gonna get lit up. Dumb shit sticking his hand up .T*anksMoBambaI can't wait to see Lamar Jackson fail.H*ondrugzDon't forget Lamar scored a Vince young like 12 on the wonderlic, he ist going to be running around like rg3 for long. He has to learn to actually throw .w*ongholenumber2That is fucking pathetic... imagine being caught on play action by a QB that literally HAS to do it.A*hWrestlingJackson can only run. It’ll get figured out. It always does. Ask Vick and RG3B*er_ManAll Jackson needs is one big hit and he's gonna stop running all the timee*entide16Psst. Hey Gregg. They're going to run it because their qb cant throw the ball more than 150 yards a game....C*evelandSteamer81A QB that can’t throw shouldn’t dominate this much.a*acondraSomeone just needs to catch Lamar one time. One time and he'll never run like that againA*hWrestlingJackson can’t pass for shit. Even their staff knows it.b*yanrobhStop the fucking run that’s all they haveF*rSucksFakeWe NEED to sustain drives since we are incapable of stopping a very one dimensional QBc*nal_boysCan that can hardly pass yet is running all over our defense.x*LiKKSomeone needs to NAIL Jackson, he’s too comfortable out there right now. Shake him up.a*etardationKeep running him. Let's make him RG IVa*erican_amadanThis is a college offense...how can you not stop himst*yfrostybro88Landry throws a better ball than Jacksonbr*anrobhThis bullshit college offense.s*leninHell all we really have to do defense wise is run goalline and they may shut down completely.Li*Ripsta2Jackson is so fucking bad. I can't wait for this hype train to end.fi*gerpickin88God, what's with all the shitty high tackles.. Jackson should have gotten laid out thereT*DLSThis is why Lamar wont make it past year three or four. This hit could have as well ended up on Jackson.w*lestgwJackson is going to get himself hurt with those runs.ev*ntide16And of course on a big hit, the 110 lb qb walks away and a LB gets hurtBa*k41DayOnlyIt only would've been funnier if he minorly injured himself on that dumb celebration.Ba*erBakerTDMakerLamar is a glorified RBFel*killer87Please just ducking light up Jackson my god.su*remegibbonjust nowI hope we give Lamar the Turkey Jones treatment real soon. I want to see him twitching and unconscious on the field.gr*ffon5147Jackson is getting crippled at this rate. Maybe not this year, but it's happening.D*ngDongDaddyWe need to absolutely lay out Lamar Jackson right now. Make them realize you are going to hurt your QB. It’s inevitable at this pointLi*Ripsta2Lamar Jackson is fucking trashhhhhhhT*oop-the-LoopThe thing that gets me about Jackson is acting like this is Harbaugh's genius new idea.Jackson only came in because Flacco got hurt. They run it because Jackson can't throw. They're making it work, but acting like Harbaugh is some sort of savant for coming up with this makes no sense to me.E*PresidenteCamachoThey are running it well because they get away with holding every play. That's the only reason.b*s310Lamar jackson is gonna get figured out next year and will get crushed. there’s a reason running the option is not a prevalent offensive tactic in the NFLS*eaty_ButtcheeksJackson is gonna go down the same route as RGIII.j*ydivisi0nLamar can't throw the ball man they are running 90% of the time. Let's keep blitzing.*rongholenumber22nd and 19 and they run... wow they really dont want lamar throwing. Running that true army offence.*ventide16Lamar only completes the same pass across the middle on a timing route. Every timecr*noking1Someone go on /r/ravens and say “y’all were right Lamar is so fucking good”/sW*atIsACatchLamar is a d2 college qb who is fastElP*esidenteCamachoCan we take a second to talk about the fact that jackson made a big deal about not running the 40 and going into the draft as a QB and the only reason he is doing well is because he is a running back on 60% of plays?Fel*killer87Jackson seems so arrogant for being so mediocre.he*lgreenrangerLamar gonna break something some day diving into people like that. Srsly.W*atIsACatchHe’s a glorified RB, basically what would happen if Jarvis was a qbbds*10fuck it take the penalty and light that motherfucker up to next tuesday.fin*erpickin88God damn someone hit the QB HARD! 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At least were not getting shut out by the bengals like another team atm.vut*stuffDo they not trust Jackson to throw it 16 yards, or is the run D that unrespected?Either way, bend don’t break at it again.Gg*od4In reality, this Baltimore offense is very bad for a playoff team. Should be no problem for a competent team to keep them under ~23 points. This tells me two things. 1) Gregg isnt the answer at HC and 2)We need couple more talented individuals on our dl/lbFor*ucksFakeLamar is a cheap gimmick. But we can’t stop him.bigm*kevegasLamar Jackson is a one trick pony.He’s going to take one or two huge shots and never be the same.capa*ericapistonsI don’t think ravens are gonna go far starting Jackson and keeping Flacco on the bench. He’s way too dependent on runs and short passeskyrie*handlesWe’ll see how long having a running back for a quarterback works for Baltimore. It certainly hasn’t worked for many teams before.Hion*rugzJust hit Lamar Jackson please . Hit him hard and legal.wron*holenumber2SMH these analysts drooling over baltimores 'run' game. You put this offence up against the patriots with how smart BB is it likely gets dotted. Been through the league multiple times and been found out within a year every time.maro*ohn03As soon as they play a good run defense, they get absolutely clobberedMrSw*tz206I like the guy, but if Jackson lasts until the end of next year without wrecking his head or blowing out his knees, I'll be impressed.I watched so much of RGIII's rookie year and this reminds me of that so, so much.wrongho*enumber2Have pepper literally sit on jackson. Make him beat you with his raw arm if anything.heelgree*rangerSTOP TRYING TO STRIP THE BALL AND JUST FUCKING TACKLE HIMBakerBa*erTDMakerITS THE SAME PLAY EVERY TIME WTFGoldsca*mersDrumRollIs it really that hard to stop a zone read run?s_*CAN WE PLEASE STOP THIS MICKEY MOUSE FUCKING OFFENSEwro*gholenumber2Man, ravens fans might like winning, but this offence is the dullest shit, run run run, for 5 minutes.wro*gholenumber2Now for another 5 minutes of running the ball.Just*KidFromAkronThey will get destroyed in playoffs if they don't play flaccodm*k17Can we talk about how catching a snap one handed is beyond stupid? I wouldn’t praise him for that.ACCEPTANCEvut*stuffI expected Jackson to escape that sack tbhcry*oking1They’re playing it smart. Going for short plays at a time. First down first down first down :( I wanna do that. Not 3rd dows so oftenima*izardurnotFucking lamar Jackson.Swea*y_ButtcheeksIts fucking embarrassing how easily they can run the ball on our defenseBaker*GrabbedChubbTHAT. SAME. FUCKING. PLAY. EVERY. TIME.eve*tide16I wonder if theyre going to run the ball much?Ne*sLawhey Greg and Blake idk if you know this but BALTIMORE IS GONNA RUN THE FUCKING BALLCurl*outsWe cannot stop the run.... gonna kill us today.br*wnstown4lifeCan we just stack the fucking box and play man, we are getting dusted by run after run after runMY*EGACYISSMESHlet's be real.ognjobi getting hurt isn't gonna change the outcome of this game. Lamar is still gonna run up the middle for 40 yards each play if he's in or outfer*ieeeTrying to head hunt lamar and you take out your own player lmfao I’m cryinHE*itzEDHow does Lamar not get hurt there but Ogunjobi does?AP*429the ravens really don't throw the ball do they lolgod damnthor*mjollnirWhat’s so amazing about their running, is that they keep going to the right side every time. It’s so predictable yet we can’t do shit.TheLa*AbidingCitizenThis Ravens is so one dimensional and we can’t stop them. God damn.fingerpi*kin88Jackson out-athleting our athletesJesusth*SpaceCowboyI bet it’s gonna be a Lamar Jackson run for a TDstal*ctoseWhat do you even do against this Ravens offensej0yd*visi0nPretty depressing they've just ran it up the middle all daysta*actoseWhat's wild to me is how convincing Jackson's play action is. What is going on there? It's fooling me on the couch A LOT, along with the camera operatorsrw*723Almost 300 yards given up on the ground is crazy.rin*erLamar Fucking JacksonAnd bonus thinly veiled racism/dog whistling:bm*clure937Woah. Is Lamar speaking English? SMDHLamar Jackson sounds so fucking dumb, I remember the guys heisman speech, probably one of the most poorly spoken people I’ve ever listened to.finger*ickin88Wtf is this guy saying?Feldkil*er87Lamar Jackson sounds so fucking dumb, I remember the guys heisman speech, probably one of the most poorly spoken people I’ve ever listened to.apete*sen1Lamar Jackson can barely speak Englishvutt*tuffOr read a playbook.https://i.imgur.com/aygSViC.jpg via /r/ravens

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