#especially in jb circles

[ilynpilled]

I think most people started liking jb as a couple after the bear pit scene, but when I read the books back in freshman year I think it was the sword fight. Maybe it is the fucked up dynamics enjoyer in me, even though jb ends up being relatively wholesome (at least for this series’s standards lmao). The chemistry in that thing was tangible. It is so funny too bc I always viewed it as proof of Jaime’s attraction/admiration/complex feelings for Brienne already being a serious problem in his subconscious from very early on. Ofc once he actually clashes swords with her, his respect grows noticeably because he also realizes her skill and strength, and Jaime is dudebro powerscaler coded like that. Nonetheless, Jaime at that point being a character that just wants to “cut through” his problems puts that entire scene into a very interesting perspective. Brienne is literally a problem that he wants to cut through. “His brother never untied a knot when he could slash it in two with his sword.” He is in such a dark place as a character that his instinct is to kill his problems, even if said problem is a living person.

“Jaime had told him of it often enough. How time seemed to blur and slow and even stop, how the past and the future vanished until there was nothing but the instant, how fear fled, and thought fled, and even your body. "You don't feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next, and you know they are afraid and tired but you're not, you're alive, and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing." 

He uses violence as a means of depersonalization, as by killing he transforms into some beast who operates on impulse. If he is so powerful physically then he is untouchable and does not have to face complex paradoxes that he cannot seem to overcome inside of his mind and heart. This is also why when this ability is robbed of him he is forced to confront himself.

This parallels Brienne pretty nicely bc she too views fighting as an effective coping mechanism, though it is considerably less dark for her. It is less about enacting violence upon your problems and destroying them and more about protecting yourself from them.

"Fighting is better than this waiting," Brienne said. "You don't feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you're armored it's hard for anyone to hurt you."

This is also present in the fight itself: “yet somehow he could not reach her. It was as if she had an iron cage around her that stopped every blow.”

Fighting is like a different language these two share. It means more to them than it does to most people. It is a means of survival, not just physically but mentally. No wonder their dreams are often them fighting a manifestation of their trauma with swords. Already there will be a level of intimacy at play during their clash. It is also interesting that this established dynamic of Jaime on the offense, and Brienne on the defense, changes as the fight goes on.

Back to Jaime and how he views her though: She is his captor, sure, but she is also someone that is challenging his entire world view that he constructed for himself to enable his behavior and not get crushed by the weight of his self-concept. She is someone whose judgement of him is so thoroughly founded in genuine care about his victims. She faces him with it head on, not behind his back. The way she dehumanizes him bothers him so much, because she already proves herself to be someone whose opinion of him has weight. She stops to bury innocents that fell victim to her supposed “allies”. He stops to imagine her in Cersei’s gowns, and looks at her muscular calves and arms as she rows, even though the only woman he ever wanted was Cersei. She is his other half, after all. She is a woman that is very competent in a role that was not meant for her by the rules of the realm. So much of his animosity towards her is rooted in all of this, especially considering that she judges him so harshly, with her absolutist morality and naivety pissing off Jaime even more. There is a big part of him that desperately seeks her approval.

THEN THE WAY IT IS WRITTEN. I know George gets shit for his sex scenes but this shit is so good idc. That old man went off here.

“Give me the sword, Kingslayer.” “Oh, I will.” He sprang to his feet and drove at her, the longsword alive in his hands.

The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime’s blood was singing.

“swinging so hard that sparks flew when the swords came together, upswing, sideslash, overhand, always attacking, moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike, hacking, slashing, faster, faster, faster… …until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite.”

The dance went on. He pinned her against an oak, cursed as she slipped away, followed her through a shallow brook half-choked with fallen leaves. Steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped, and the woman started grunting like a sow at every crash”

“Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”

She is stronger than I am. The realization chilled him.

“His point scraped past her parry and bit into her upper thigh. A red flower blossomed, and Jaime had an instant to savor the sight of her blood before his knee slammed into a rock. The pain was blinding. Brienne splashed into him and kicked away his sword. “YIELD!”

Jaime drove his shoulder into her legs, bringing her down on top of him. They rolled, kicking and punching until finally she was sitting astride him. He managed to jerk her dagger from its sheath, but before he could plunge it into her belly she caught his wrist and slammed his hands back on a rock so hard he thought she’d wrenched an arm from its socket. Her other hand spread across his face. “Yield!” She shoved his head down, held it under, pulled it up.

Brienne lurched to her feet. She was all mud and blood below the waist, her clothing askew, her face red. She looks as if they caught us fucking instead of fighting…Small wonder, we were making enough noise to wake a dragon.”

“Well met, friends,” he called to them amiably. “My pardons if I disturbed you. You caught me chastising my wife.” “Seemed to me she was doing the chastising.”

Swords being used as phallic symbolism is nothing new in literature. Also so funny to me that people think jb being “sexual” would ruin the “purity” and “depth” of the relationship. lmao we are way past the point of it being the “the platonic comrades with mutual respect” thing some of you see it as. I am hesitant to believe that was ever really the case with this relationship.

#i think the thesis statement of this post is that we can effectively use this fight as evidence of brienne pegging jaime in winds #also ik im not saying anything really new here #especially in jb circles #but i wanted to post about this so bad!!! #jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls

[kellyvela]

did u see that now on the jonas fan circles, and their similar interests, people are spreading/acting like the divorce is because sophie is a cheater? even some t**lor sw*f* fans are spreading it as well, saying she is their JA that she used JJ and cheated on him 🙄 as if JJ hadn't been mentioned of partying with early 20s girls and cheating on sophie for years before

Hello anon 👋

I don't care what the jb stans say, they are as stupid and willfully blind as targies.

Everyone is free to think what seems best to them, BUT the thing is, IF Sophie cheated jj with Perry as those people claim, then why Perry's ex girlfriend Olympia still follows Sophie on instagram, the woman that supposedly stole her man???

Perry and his ex break up was only made public mid September 2023, but the rumors about their separation started way before (November 2022), especially in July 2023, when Olympia celebrated her 27th birthday in Tuscany, Italy, and Perry was notoriously absent.

Friends began whispering about the state of their relationship when property developer Perry was conspicuous by his absence at the Chelsea-based model's 27th birthday party in July. They have not been seen in public together since last November. For three consecutive summers, the couple holidayed together, but this year they went their separate ways. The Princess visited Italy and Greece with family and friends (...) Perry, meanwhile, spent his summer with pals in Cow Neck, New York state, as well as in Spain with family. He was also at the Burning Man festival in Nevada with a posse of attractive young women.

Actually, the rumors of cheating came from Olympia's part, since she was seen with some married with children TT chef that was kicked out of his home by his wife when the rumors erupted.

King Charles's goddaughter, 27, beamed as she made her way to the celebrity chef's car, in Notting Hill, just days after her  ex-boyfriend Peregrine Pearson, spent time with Sophie Turner in Paris, where they were spotted kissing.

The wife of celebrity chef Thomas Straker has kicked him out of their marital home after being told he was in a romantic relationship with Princess Maria Olympia of Greece. Friends of Straker and his wife Davina who have two daughters aged four and two, said she was 'devastated' to be told of his infidelity in October.

I have seen those people claiming that Sophie and Perry were together since July 2023, since Sophie were in Tuscany, Italy, around July 2023 as well; but apparently they missed the fact that Sophie was there with jj (see the pictures), but Olympia was alone, without Perry, whose absence was conspicuous (see the pics and read article linked above).

So how were Sophie and Perry cheating, if Sophie was with jj in Italy, while Perry was with his family and friends in Spain and US???

Also, IF Sophie really cheated jj with Perry, then why Olympia's long time close friends like Ella Richards and Sascha von Bismarck, or George and Camilla Blandford, or even Rupert Gorst, to mention only some of them, are OK hanging out, travelling, partying and posting pictures of them all happy with Sophie, the woman that supposedly stole their friend's man?

Think about it.

Now, in addition to his well known awful reputation, over their 7 years together, there was a lot of rumors and blinds about jj being a serial cheater.

But not only that, while "sources" were claiming that jj has been caring for his daughters "alone" and "pretty much all of the time," there was a podcast about him living a single life in NY, clubbing till late hours:

Also, while there were headlines with jj saying that it was "too soon" for Sophie to date someone new, he was seen with more than one girl.

Look at this reddit post from November 6th 2023, about jj having a double date with a girl he met at some restaurant she works at:

Also, he was seen with this other girl in Seattle, around November 11th 2023:

And around December 2023, he was also seen with a redhead in Montreal:

And now jj is dating a model that got famous after starting a relationship with a 17 years old male model, while she was 28/29 years old, and they became parents soon after the male model turned 18 . . . . Sounds familiar??? 💀

A little update, it seems jj and new woman knew each other and were interacting a lot since before he started dating Sophie . . . .

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#anon asks #sophie turner #the rat and his stans can choke

[iwanthermidnightz]

As usual, I’m gonna share the parts of this article that resonate with me (pretty much all of it). Several points were made. And the unapologetic queer visibility makes me so proud. Please give it a read 🥲

LD: I also do want to say, even though there is a bunch of awesome overlap with the trans community and the drag community, transness and drag are separate things — but that's the reason why we did it [in Tennessee], is because those things are being conflated here.

It's crazy that we were on tour for all of Pride Month and being pretty f*cking gay, and talking about gay rights on stage. You’d think that the circles that we run in would be like, yeah, cool, but I feel like there is still… Prejudice towards gay people comes from all sides, including gay people.

I have, you know, rolled my eyes at certain aspects of Pride, just the corporate aspect of things. We were hanging out with a friend who was like, yeah, the gas station has a pride flag, but I'm still getting looked at funny in the streets; what is Pride actually doing?

JB: Shell Oil Company is like, happy pride! Like, okay.

LD: It's weird, the more comfortable I am, the more opposition I feel from other people who are discontent with how I qualify as a gay person. I'm like, Do you need a sex tape?

PB: As someone who doesn't qualify as gay, I can't participate in this conversation. I haven't sent in enough chips to corporate. [laughs]

I speak for all of us [when I say] I feel like our communities are so supportive, like f*cking rainbows and buttercups all the time. We're really good at making friends and we have so much support around each of us, and so much privilege, and each live in an accepting place and choose accepting people to be around. But when I or Lucy get hate for not turning in our like, gay paperwork, all I'm thinking is about the way that I would have felt at f*cking age 11 being like, Oh, I'm not allowed to do that. This famous person is being humiliated for expressing themselves, and so I should not, I especially should not express myself.

JB: I don't get as much hate because people are like, there goes a lesbian. You know what I mean? [All laugh.]

LD: It’s really binary.

JB: I've spent a lot of my life being a masc dressing queer person, or just not engaging with gender play at all. It’s like, queer people saying that you have to acquiesce to one of three queer archetypes, or one of a handful of queer archetypes in order to be represented.

LD: That's why our shows are so special to me is that they are very gay. People are throwing flags at us, young people are making out in front of us, it is a space that is precious to me and would have changed my life if I could have been a part of it when I was younger. I'm extremely proud, and I just implicitly love everybody at our shows at a base level. I think we all do. The reason we're doing it is because we care abstractly about all these strangers and want for them what we could have had. Also we're coming from a position where we're talking to a bunch of young people, we do get to put messages worth hearing out there, I think that's not lost on us.

PB: I am mostly proud of the way that I watch the discourse [play out], and I'm proud of the conclusions that these children are coming to. Everybody is sticking up for us and each other and there's just a couple weirdos that are very loud. I think our community is being protected by the people in it. And it is such a safe space show, and I'm so fucking proud. Even the amount of femme people in the audience, screaming at the top of their lungs and having to take up a high octave... It’s a different rock show than I've ever experienced. It’s amazing to me.

JB: The microphone I have with y'all, the reach is wider, it just factually is, and I think a lot about responsibility to hear [others’ opinions…] To be the subject of discourse at all is to live a question into the world, so I will allow myself to do that. I will allow a little bit of my identity — which as a queer person, I've been at once defensive of and fiercely protective of and encouraged to erase completely — I'm like, okay, so I have to exist with this identity subsumed into the culture, into the topic of someone's conjecture. Because it's going to be one case study. That's the whole idea of visibility, visibility doesn't have to be perfect representation.

I was thinking about this too, something that bugged me was that meme that was the talent and popularity graph and it was popularity way above talent, and they were like, “This is boygenius.” You're missing the damn point. [If only the most talented people got to speak,] Steve Vai would be speaking for all f*cking musicians because he's best at guitar. That's not what I want.

PB: But again, that is just Twitter. I think we are as beloved as is possible for any public, femme presenting, or queer, in public. I think we just get an amount of hate because we're stepping on guitar guys. It is fucking dumb, and it is just what is happening. Every time I look at a Pitchfork post of us, it's the most incel f*cking shit ever in the comments section.

JB: I was telling Lucy, I feel like if someone made that meme about me, Julien Baker, on a solo headlining tour, I would be up at four in the morning in the back lounge of the bus running scales. With y'all, I'm like, You're missing the point you dumbass. It's like Kathleen Hanna being like, the Sex Pistols are bad at their instruments. Why can I not just have a band that's fun and cool and angry?

LD: I wanna say, we're a little fed up, obviously, with some things, but I agree with you, Phoebe, the biggest sentence I have to say is we're having so much fun. That is the message that I think people are mostly getting, and the one that I want them to get, is that we are happy and having fun, and that is not frivolous at all. Fun is essential.

PB: Everybody knows every word to the entire set. We sell thousands of tickets. It is going as good as humanly possible. It is insane.

LD: And it's because we feel safe and supportive that we can mostly safely and supportively do drag in Tennessee. It's because we have such a solid foundation of joy we can be in defense of other people's joy, in ways that feel really valuable to me personally, and I hope valuable to other people.

JB: The whole reason why I feel comfortable engaging with this at all and it's not an existential crisis for me is because, what you're saying, Lucy: I have a foundation of joy that makes me convicted that this is important, not frivolous, highly worthy, highly valuable. So when I see us as the subject of discourse I'm interacting with it in a different way that I don't think I'd be able to [alone]. I wonder if kids watching that in third person happen will also be resilient to the same kind of things.

PB: You’re allowed to be bad at guitar, anybody reading this.

LD: I’m bad at guitar.

PB: Other shit, you do have to work so hard. And you have to love it. If you love playing guitar and you're bad at guitar, that rocks.

TV: What other moments would you highlight? I feel like there’s been a lot of good ones, like the t-shirt selling out.

PB: Love, love to just have the power to snap my fingers and mobilize people to give their money away to a cause. That is the best part of my job.

JB: It’s participation. It’s visibility. It's you, outward signaling something you believe in as a principle. It's also literally redistributing funds to us to organizers, nonprofits and legislators that are trying to make the world a better place. And we get to be in charge of that, and also give somebody a gift that's like, you're a country queer! We see you.

TV: Did you expect the fans to be so young this tour? I’ve been really impressed!

LD: It's interesting, I think Julien was saying this, being something through which some kids are learning some stuff. I usually am really upset when I'm misunderstood, but I think that part of that happening now is people on their way to understanding something that I think is important and outside of me, that we are just a case study for, and that is just a really sweet and special position to be in.

JB: This really gets to me, I'll see a group of friends all hugging during our set, a collection of songs about grieving and leaning on your friends. I'll be like, What did y'all go through? Something f*cking horrible.

I think about this with the credibility or the legitimacy of music, like with the whole Pitchfork incel guy, it goes back to that. I'm like, dude, I love that a bunch of kids are at our show. I've said it once, I'll say it again: I took a class in young adult literature. And I was like, wow, this is maybe the most important kind of literature. Paradise Lost is for people who think that their brain is big, young adult literature is for f*cking people who don't know what literature is yet — they need a window, they need a door. They need a pass. Phoebe you were saying, like, music that not-adult cis white guys like.

LD: Those guys are showing up too, and good for them. And if they're the ones that are mad about this, maybe they're on their path of understanding something better, too.

JB: I cry at all the kids, man.

PB: Me too.

JB: My mom texted me and was like, I would have died if there was something like y'all when I was a kid — and I don't even think she gets some stuff we're saying.

PB: It's funny to [realize] I would have bleached my hair and wanted to be me.

JB: Dude, it's so f*cking sick. I think about me at 16 — I was trying to be a hardcore guy, I wanted to get tattoos, I wanted to play guitar in a band. And then I just turned out… me. I used to try to make my hair look like k.d. Lang; I wonder if we're a thing people realize they can look like.

LD: Also, I think being affectionate on stage has been really fun and sweet, and it exhibits behavior that I think is healthy and good. That's another element of it that I think is good to show kids, the way that I think drag is actively good for kids to interact with, because it's this fun way to interact with gender and to explain things like that early to children is really awesome. Just being able to gaily and affectionately kiss your bros, that's a principle that I value, that I wish was more valued for kids. Not saying like, kids gotta go all make out!

I'm proud of the space we're taking up. I think we're using it in ways I'll be able to stand behind when I get older.

PB: There's also such a deep, both fetishizing and desexualizing of lesbians, in a way that I think is ridiculous. Obviously MUNA is standing staunchly against that as well, by being a f*cking boyband. It's just fun to be like, it's not that serious — and it also is deeply meaningful.

#boygenius #why pride and queer visibility is important

[down2illusions]

Balancing Act: Chapter 2

Focus (as of now): Steven Grant x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I had to revise this a lot of times but it's ready now, the original would've been longer than I intended so I had to split the concept into two chapters. Of course, I do my best to do the characters and DID Justice, so criticism is welcomed. I hope you enjoy this fic, if not, then Happy Scrolling!

Here's the Balancing Act Masterlist

Here is Chapter 1

There were many reasons why you threw most coworkers off. 

For one thing, as Steven said, you looked like you crawled out a sarcophagus in the museum. You had deep dark circles around your eyes. It’s not too bad up close, however it looked worse with any and all lighting when you had your face lowered and shadows covered your eyes. Combine the shadow eyes with swift and silent steps or jagged, slow movements where one of your feet scuffs the floor then it’s no wonder the workers get scared of you during night shift. It could be quite funny seeing their souls leaving their body.

The second reason why you threw people off is because whenever you were asked if you lived around the area, you’d say you actually lived in the sarcophagus as a first instinct, while pointing at the display. The only people who found it amusing off the bat were the tour guides, although most others, including Steven, had to take a moment to appreciate the joke. Most people just looked scared. Especially the younger new-hires.

The third reason, although most definitely not the last, was that word got around that you got enrolled in a course to become a mortician. You only really told Steven when you enrolled. It was within the first month knowing him, being fast friends and all, but it was during work and someone— your money was on Donna—  overheard you. You got some odd looks from other custodians and the security, but only a few had actually asked you if it was true. The guy at the security desk, JB,  had commented “like you could get any weirder” after the exchange before going back to his otter videos. 

Little did he know, you spent last night watching two other members of the security staff talk about some big trade going on in the Alps. It was supposed to be a quick look at files and archives for items coming in or going out of the museum, anything that can go “missing” under semi-reasonable circumstances, but then Anubis changed the plan as soon as he heard. He sent a jackal and you were transported to retrieve an artifact of “great importance”.

But then, there was that mercenary in the white cape. The one that you could never quite shake off when an important mission was happening. If you were keeping score, you would be sure that you were losing. You should’ve tried to get rid of him before the operation went down, but you let him go inside the monastery.

When you could’ve grabbed the scarab, the mercenary dropped in and started to wreak havoc in the room. You joined the fray, both of you taking out the men on both sides and staining the stone beneath you then turned your sole attention on each other. You dragged each other through the blood, he stabbed your leg with a crescent, you ran him through with a khopesh. Despite your best efforts, the mercenary got away with the scarab when reinforcements came breaking down the door. He left you to fight them yourself and he got away by jumping out the window. 

After he escaped, you tried tracking him down in the small town. Unfortunately, while the commotion and death he brought made it easier to know where to start your search, it didn’t prevent the mercenary from hijacking a vehicle and driving off. Anubis was able to send you to the end of the trail of dead bodies, aka a cupcake truck being totaled under a landslide, but the mercenary was gone. The artifact, also gone.

To say Anubis was displeased would be an understatement. It wasn’t the first time you disappointed him, it came from the territory of being his avatar for all this time, but it’s definitely the first time in a while since he reacted like this. 

You woke up, skin scorching hot against the cold floor of your flat. You didn’t open your eyes to the cracks in the ceiling or the hanging bits of dust.

“You failed your task,” Anubis’s voice echoed coldly off the walls of the house and in the plates of your skull.

“I’m sorry.” You winced at the lingering pain as you pushed yourself off the ground. Anubis stood at the end of the room like a statue. His eyes were a bright furnace that convicted you where you stood. You shouldn’t have thought about the gunmen, or even the mercenary, you should’ve just grabbed the artifact while the mercenary was fighting the crowd and jumped out the window.

“Obtaining the Ubshabti was of the utmost importance. I trusted you and now that criminal has it. Are you pleased with yourself?” 

You shook your head while looking down.

Images of the worst flash through your mind. 

Anubis composed himself with a deep sigh. “I need to think of a solution to this complication. That artifact should not be in the hands of criminals. When the time comes for our next move, I trust you won’t disappoint me again.”

“I’ll be better,” you promised.

After your response the overbearing presence was gone.

You didn’t walk away or look up from the wooden floor. You stood glued in place, replaying the scene at the monastery over and over again.

Anubis was right; you were supposed to be better. Every little opportunity you had to get the scarab caused an invisible hand to squeeze around your heart. 

The worst part was that all you could do now was wait. 

Do some coursework, get dressed, wait for Steven to text you saying he’s up, then go to work. No matter how long you stared at the screen, the words were just alphabet soup. Getting dressed was easy enough, yet again it was helpful to have to wear the same thing every time you went to work. You messed around with your phone for the remainder of the time– before you went to work– no morning text from Steven. 

He was probably sleeping in on his day off— which is fine. 

The day went on, but you couldn’t get the deal out of your head. At first it was because of your mistakes, but then you remembered some things the more you thought back. It wasn’t like you haven’t failed before. Usually Anubis wouldn’t have reacted so harshly. Maybe it was because of the mercenary getting in the way, or he was mad because you just didn’t listen.

Or, there was more to it than you messing everything up.

Maybe something to do with the artifact itself. Turning on your phone your train of thought hit the brake, Steven didn’t reply and it was past four in the afternoon. You frowned then pocketed the phone in your uniform, you had to get back to work anyway. You could do research when you got home.

When you got home that night, you checked your phone– no response. You put away your phone and started thinking about what happened that morning.

When you were in the monastery you hid away from both the residents on the inside and the mercenary who always got in your way. Your job would’ve been easier if you didn't get spotted by the mercenary. You chose to prowl over the stone floors, taking advantage of the ledges, balconies, and stone carvings. 

When the men on the other side of the deal walked into the room the deal started. For the most part, one man on both sides were the ones who handled the negotiating. Eventually they had cut through the banter and the dealer gestured to one of his people to bring the artifact contained in a crate. The dealer opened said crate to reveal a golden beetle. 

“Grab it,” Anubis commanded.

You leaned in, listening past the growling to understand the meeting. He grabbed the golden beetle, introduced it as the “Ushabti de Ammit”. The dealer got closer to the leading man of the temple group, before he could hand the beetle over, a golden crescent struck his hand. The Ushabti clanged to the floor… but Ushabtis don’t look like that? You’ve seen Ubshabti many times in the museum. 

 “Ushabti de Ammit,” you remembered the way that man said it and the way it clanged across the floor. Ushabti are shaped in the likeness of the owner’s tomb. 

“Ammit’s Ushabti…” Your eyebrows furrowed and you pushed yourself up from the couch, the museum art of a hungry crocodile-hippo beast snapping to devour hearts flashed in your mind–

But Anubis said she was locked up. 

That’s the whole reason—

“You understand now,” Anubis appeared sitting on the arm of the couch formed of black mist. Your heart slams the gas pedal and you almost jumped right off the couch to stand at attention. Anubis simply raised a hand, then gestured for you to stay on the couch. “That scarab shows where Ammit is kept. After what she brought upon me, the scarab should not be in the hands of anyone else. When we retrieve the scarab then there will be justice.”

You nodded, “I understand.”  

“We must find that mercenary. He is the only way to make sure Khonshu knows I have a stake in this matter. We try to settle this peacefully, if Khonshu does not stand down then it will be a difficult road for all parties involved.”

The fight from that morning came to mind. Then the fight before that, and then the one prior, and so on. Everytime you two encountered each other you fought. Neither of you even said a word to the other before fighting to near-death. “How would that work?” Before now all you two needed to know was the other couldn’t be killed or incapacitated for long. 

“The first step will be getting the mercenary to cooperate, if he tries to fight, then we would need to apprehend him. Second, you must deliver my message to Khonshu through him. We will discuss the situation until a verdict is made. If all goes well, they will be out of our way.”

You know better than to ask “if not”, the answer would be too obvious. 

Sunday night, Steven was in complete disarray. He gave into his previously denied impulse and called you without hesitation. The greetings were rushed. Steven apologized for not calling, but then went on to say that it’s been an odd day for him. He missed his date, found out it was Sunday, then found a hidden stash in his house.

 He asked if you were busy, then you asked him if he wanted you to come over. He said yes. Anubis told you it was pointless to see him, but you ignored him. 

From the sixth floor, Steven heard the motor of your bike. He took a moment to fix himself up, having spent the waiting period making sure his flat was somewhat presentable. He then sped past the door into the elevator. On the way down he was between picking at his clothes and playing with his hands. When the elevator opened you were already standing at the other side of the doors.

There was a jolt of relief in his brain as soon as he saw you. He put his hands on your shoulders and told you “I’m so glad you’re here.” You joined him in the elevator and Steven’s mind was racing not knowing where to even begin. There was a stash in his home, his fish wasn’t his fish, and he missed out on nearly three days of his life. He looked away from the door, glancing over at you. His mind slowed down looking at you leaning on the wall of the elevator for support. You looked tired and like you were having a comfortable evening before he called.

Remembering the night before, his night before, made him feel as someone sliced at his stomach and stuffed it with rocks. He said he’d call you. While missing days of his life was already bad on its own, it was absolutely horrible that you were being affected too. 

You looked at him and caught him staring.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” he blurted out. Steven was looking forward to calling you on Friday night then seeing you outside of work on Saturday. Going to a park or meeting for lunch to talk was what he thought about when he was getting ready for bed that night. It was already cemented in his head as a loose routine, and he missed it. It wasn’t the first time he missed an occasion with you, but he thought the last time he did it– months ago– was the last time.

“It’s fine, things happen,” you said with a small shrug and half smile. Steven knew the response was supposed to be comforting. He knew that, yet the guilt didn’t leave him. 

Steven shook his head. Even if you didn’t blame him, he wished he didn’t have to worry about his stupid sleeping disorder ruining everything; or at least that you’d tell him how you actually felt about the situation. “Not like this…” 

The elevator doors opened to his floor, and Steven gestured for you to go out first.

“So what happened anyway,” you asked, as the both of you walked closer to Steven’s apartment.

“Well, you see, I don’t really know what happened. That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Steven said as he opened the door and led you to the middle of his flat. “I woke up, but then Gus had two fins,” he pointed at his bed and then at the tank respectively. “I was like “what the hell”, so I took him to the pet shop, but then I saw I was going to be late for the date, so I went. I waited for Dylan to show up but it was getting late, so I called her. She told me it was Sunday today. Of course, that means I blew it, but when I came back I dropped the chocolate and I saw scratches on the floor which led to THAT,” he finished the story tour and pointed to the panel of wood, now misplaced then stormed to the table , “and then I found these!” 

You came closer to the table to get a better view of the items. “So you had a burner phone and keys hidden in your apartment?”

“Yeah, that about sums it up.”

You picked up the phone and analyzed it more cautiously. “Did you turn this on yet?”

“No, everything’s been so crazy. I wanted to call you to make sure this is real, that I’m not dreaming this, before I did something else.”

“Yeah, I totally get it. I’m sorry this isn’t a dream, at least I don’t think so… Well, now that I’m here, you ready to look through the phone?”

Steven nodded and pulled out the chair. “Yeah, today can’t get any weirder now.” He sat down and you handed him the phone. His thumb grazed the power button before pressing down. Steven went to reach for his glasses, but you beat him to the punch, already opening the case. You hand it to him and he smiled as a thank you then went to put them on, but halted as he glanced back at you again. You’d moved behind him and were standing over his shoulder to get a good look at what he was doing.

“Go on,” you gestured to the phone on the table. The screen was now white, having been fully powered on. He grabbed the phone again slowly, trying to process the information of what’s going on. “If you’re scared, you can hold my hand if you want,” you teased, holding your hand out with your palm facing upward.

Steven wasn’t scared, but he silently put his hand on yours anyway. It was just nice to know you were there. Adjusting the phone in his right hand he used the keypad to explore the options before moving to the missed calls.

Down the line, the name “Layla” marked every missed call in the records. There were little options for what that could mean for someone who had a burner, you thought. Whoever ditched the phone here either left a lover, family member, or a very pissed-off boss behind. 

The phone rang, Layla's name appeared on the screen, making you and Steven jerk away, Steven popped out of his seat and you retracted your hand from his. Steven glanced between you and the phone and you nodded at his silent question.

Steven brought the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”

You moved closer to his other side to listen in. “Oh my God, you’re alive,” Layla said.

“Yeah, alright,” Steven responded, his voice still quiet.

“That’s it? I’ve been texting and calling you for months.” Layla sounded more upset. “You couldn’t give me any sign you were okay? I thought something happened to you.” It’s kind of funny in a way, If Steven were gone for any longer it wouldn’t be hard to imagine that you’d act the same way.

“Where are you? Where’ve you been?”

“I’m sorry, I just found this phone in my flat and I’m just trying to figure out whose it is.”

“What’s with this accent?”

“What?” Steven asked for the both of you. Why isn’t she asking “who is this”? 

Did Steven and this other guy have the same voice? 

In the corner of your eye, black smoke rolled along the floor and swirled upward. 

Now why was he here?

He didn’t agree with you being here with everything going on, but he said he’d leave you alone before you left. Why was he here?

“What’s wrong with you, Marc,” Layla yelled. 

“What did you just call me,” Steven asked. “Why did you call me Marc?” There was no voice at the other end of the line, Steven took the phone away from his ear.

“She hung up?”

 Steven didn’t answer. He tried to redial Layla, but before he could redial, he whipped around to the back of the room. Close to the corner where Anubis’s eyes pierced the darkness. 

“Did you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” Anubis didn’t say a word? You tried to look at where his line of sight was but it was just his bathroom and his bed area. 

Steven shook his head, mumbling about he thought he heard someone say his name before sighing. He slumped in his chair, over the table, and put his hands over his face. 

Without sparing a glance back, you tentatively walked toward him. “You had a rough day,” you started. Steven slid his hand from his eyes down his face then nodded weakly; he looked exhausted. You put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just chill the eff out for a second; y’know, put the phone down for now.” 

Following your lead, Steven put the phone down on the table next to the key. “Why did she call me Marc…” he asked, more to himself than you. 

“She’s probably just worried. It sounds like she hasn’t heard from him in some time. If you two sound close enough, then that’s what came to mind. Maybe we can call her in the morning and we could work something out.”

Steven nodded. “She might want the phone back, yeah?” 

“Yeah. We can give her the phone and the keys then that’s one less thing to worry about.”

“What am I supposed to do about everything else? I missed two days of my life, my fish is an imposter, and seeing Dylan at work is going to be awkward–” 

The lights flickered in the flat. Steven turned his head to the back of his apartment again. You looked back too, glaring at where you saw Anubis last, and his form wasn’t there. This was ridiculous. Steven asked himself what was going on.

“Probably an issue with the box, I wouldn’t worry about it,” you answered quickly. That was a more logical explanation compared to telling him your boss was messing with you. 

Steven sighed, “of course.” You two stood there for a while, not that you minded. Eventually Steven got out of his own head . “It’s getting pretty late now, innit? I’m sorry for all of this.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” you reassured him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

There were many reasons why you threw your coworkers off. You looked like a zombie, you didn’t give straight answers, and there’s no doubt your “hobbies” are creepy. Despite this, Steven asked you to stay with him that night. 

You said yes, no check in with your “roommate” needed. You and Steven talked for the rest of the night while fixing up the sleep arrangements. There were no more flickering lights. There was no need to be a guard dog tonight. Anything with Anubis could wait until tomorrow.

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector x f!reader #Moon knight x reader angst #steven grant x reader angst #marc spector x reader angst

[effieandtim]

Sorry for saying it like that, but sometimes I would like some of your mutuals to learn to shut up. Simone has spoken several times about Kathony and not just about a dance. I know it's not their fault but now these people are saying that those "misogynists and racists fans" only care about their white man and that they will drag Simone if necessary. I know it wasn't their intention but they have given them a reason to continue criticizing Jonny. I know this sounds bad but it's always the same circle. Some fans say something, they say JB fans (even if they are also Simone's, as much or more) are shit and her anons start filling his tag. I don't even care about actors anymore, but I loved Kathony and I can't watch it the same anymore. I know it's not your fault but it's very frustrating. Simone has spoken several times about Kathony and we have a lot to thank her for and it's okay to admit it. Jonathan hasn't said anything and there is nothing wrong with that as some fans (annie and co) are trying to imply.

i get where you are coming from.

only two of the people who called that person out are my mutuals, and it is not the person annie is arguing with on twitter currently.

i honestly dont know how many times simone has or hasnt mentioned kanthony.

the reason why my mutuals called that person out is because their tweet was shady af towards jonathan - even though HE has never been asked about kanthony as much as simone has been

this isnt the first time annie and her lot have implied how simone cares more about kanthony and made it into a bad thing that jonathan supposedly does not (annie uses jonny naming violet and edmund as his favourite bridgerton couple as proof)

so this isnt new at all, and that is why they were called out.

look, annie does not need a reason to attack jonathan at this point as we all have seen. she does that every time the man moves. it looks like she is a bigger fan of him than we are bc her whole personality is about him. i know she is now calling him a rat or something and that’s not the first insult she has come up with. she will continue blaming jonathan bailey for all of the world’s problems as according to her, he is the most horrible person on this planet

she is one of the most racist and homophobic members of this fandom and she will NOT stop spreading her bigotry.

i do understand though that as a fan of jonathan is it frustrating to see him and his fans being dragged unnecessarily in the tags, especially with his new show airing and new fans joining his fandom, and have lies spread about him and his fans.

but please know that annie and her lot are a minority. a vocal one, but a minority nonetheless. they are white women who have no jobs and only token stan a woc to make themselves feel better and NOTHING MORE.

they aren’t true simone fans and thank god for that because simone deserves so much better than them.

at this point I don’t even want jonathan to speak about kanthony anymore. to hell with that show I honestly dont care. i knew annie would be pissed that he didn’t say anything - she is pissed when he does and when he doesnt, you cannot win at all bc as i said, she needs no readon to hate - hating on jonathan is her actual job atp.

i really don’t know what to tell you anon bc I completely understand your frustrations but I also cannot control what my mutuals tweet. the most i can do is show them this anon, but please be aware that annie will still hate on him and spread lies about him

#anons #jonathan bailey #simone ashley #i think the whole fandom is aware atp that annie only lies #and is unhinged #but its annoying to see lies being spread about your fave #i get that too #hence my occasional outbursts on twitter #bridgerton

[mightyflamethrower]

Why are Western leaders so eager to go to war with nuclear-armed Russia and China? It’s about depopulation, stupid

With A.I. and robots, Israeli historian and WEF mouthpiece asks: ‘What do we need so many humans for?’

Israeli historian and World Economic Forum adviser Yuval Noah Harari is back in the public eye, making the Forum’s case for a depopulated world.

Harari doesn’t come right out and say, let’s kill off half or more of the human beings on the planet. No, he’s much more subtle and cagey in the way he approaches the subject. He backs into it.

Listen carefully to the philosophy of the most dangerous organization on the planet that most Americans have never heard of, the World Economic Forum, and it’s chief philosophical adviser, Yuval Harari.

Elitist WEF mouthpieces like Harari must have a seething hatred for the human race. Perhaps someone should remind Harari that he is also human, and in desperate need of a more human worldview. Instead of technocracy and its depopulation agenda, perhaps Harari should set his eyes on Jesus Christ and what He teaches about the value of human life.

The philosophy you heard espoused in the above video is not some fringe ideology. It is the philosophy of nearly every government in the Western NATO alliance, the same alliance now angling for war with Russia, China, Iran and others. The WEF also has the allegiance of many globalist U.S. governors, from both blue and red states, who have traveled to Switzerland over the years to pander to Klaus Schwab, Harari, and the rest of the Davos death cult. Governors Brian Kemp of Georgia, Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan, and JB Pritzker of Illinois attended the WEF’s 2023 summit earlier this year. Eleven members of Congress also checked in at Davos this year along with Senators Joe Manchin of West Virginia, Chris Coons of Delaware, and Krysten Synema of Arizona. Billionaire business leaders from all industries joined the party.

The most represented countries at the 2023 WEF summit, not including the host Switzerland, were the U.S. (27.2 percent of all attendees) and the U.K. (9.1 percent), followed by Germany (4.3 percent).

Today’s leaders in Western governments and businesses — incestuously enmeshed in public-private partnerships — are obsessed with “net zero carbon emissions” and a worship of technology, especially artificial intelligence and quantum computing (Patrick Wood expounds on this in his latest article here). They are desperately looking for ways to eliminate large swaths of the very humans they have always disdained and now no longer need. Eliminating carbon will cause mass die-offs in the years to come. Plants require carbon. Humans and livestock emit carbon. “Net zero” will bring famine and starvation to the world.

But they can’t wait on climate hysteria to do its job. If they can use the deep-seated hatreds ingrained in various geopolitical hotspots — Russia-Ukraine, China-Taiwan, Serbia-Kosovo, India-Pakistan, and Israel-Gaza — to accomplish their depopulation goals, they will not pass on the opportunity. In each one of these flashpoints, you see almost no effort to negotiate a peaceful resolution. The dogs are out of the doghouse and they are circling the wagons, salivating for human blood.

In the eyes of the Obamas, Bidens, Bushes, Clintons, Lindsey Graham, Mitch McConnell, Mike Pence, Mike Pompeo, Nikki Haley, Justin Trudeau, Emanuel Macron, Olaf Scholz, Klaus Schwab, King Charles and the rest of the Davos death cult, the more bloody and destructive the coming World War III, the better. They crave it like a vampire in need of a fresh vein. They cannot wait to get the killing started.

Unless these psychopaths are somehow miraculously removed from power, the U.S. and its allies will engage in another world war, and it will likely kill more people than World Wars I and II combined. The technology has advanced so much since the 1940s that these monsters are able to be much more efficient in their eradication of human life. On the other side of this coming calamitous event, they plan to usher in their new digital reset, eliminating all cash, fossil fuels, and freedom.

And it doesn’t have to be so. America faces no threat from abroad. The only threat we face is from inside our borders, where sleeper cells have been allowed to infiltrate by globalist traitors in our government supporting disastrous immigration policies for decades.

Let us pray that our new Speaker of the House, Mike Johnson, will be a positive force for change in Washington. He can do nothing alone, but this is the first good news I’ve had to report out of Washington in years, and, God willing, it can be a first step toward the full exposure and removal of the blood-thirsty globalist neocon war-hawks who currently rule the roost.

[arsenicpanda]

When Riverdale gets back to the present in s7, I want Jughead to do more with teaching or something community related (maybe supervising school newspaper from 5x19?), bc his character got so much flatter after they removed his concern for his community from s4 onward. Also, if he's going to be with Tabitha, Riverdale's official guardian angel, and they're going to stay in Riverdale, I think it would be really appropriate to show him have a significant concern for the people of Riverdale as well. And, like, Jughead had such troubles as a teen, a true Troubled Youth with half or more of his episodes having the plot of a Very Special Episode of a sitcom, that I think it works best for him to be invested in kids too, and bonus points for having anything parallel his relationship with Pop but with Jughead in Pop's place, just having him live up to the name of the family he'll marry into. Like, I desperately need the set up for them taking up Pop's mantle and being Ma and Pop Tate/Jones-Tate/Tate-Jones, Riverdale's supportive parents for wayward souls, in the future. He shouldn't step on her toes in this trait, but they should be a team here because it's heartwarming and cute. It also follows up on the way his heaven featured a kid who was similar to Jughead visually thanking him for the stories he wrote and talking about how they helped him.

(Also, I would like Tabitha to have things to do that aren't just helping and taking care of other people, like let her have independent stories and be supported herself (esp by Jughead, please even things out on that front), don't just have her give and give and give endlessly.)

Also, the way they removed FP and Jughead's concern for his family and the way he struggled with his relationship with that legacy and baggage was already such a huge blow to his complexity as a character, so removing his previous concern for his community of top of that was ROUGH for his character; it really flattened him out. I know that FP leaving was out of the writers' control, they probably couldn't have gotten Gina back, and JB's actress couldn't pass for 19/20 post-time skip so they couldn't use her either without awkwardly recasting, but they could have had Jughead talk about them or imply off-screen communication or brought his grandfather in, just something, anything to keep what had previously been such a major part of his character intact. Also, it was super weird to make him a 3rd-generation alcoholic but never bring that up or have it be a point of angst or drama because a.) you'd think that'd be important and b.) it's SUCH a dark thing to write and it's weird to not acknowledge how depressing it is.

Idk, the way that Being A Writer became such a significant part of Jughead's stories starting in s4 when it was previously more of just, like, a thing he did on the side while some mystery/community thing was his main story before really bugs me because it's such a boring development. Characters who are About Writing, especially male characters who are About Writing on tv, are a dime a dozen, and one of the good things about Jughead in s1-3 was that it was an important part of his character but the writers didn't spend much or any time on it because there were better, more interesting things to do, which was a stark contrast to the way a lot of writer characters on tv become tiresome, annoying, self-contradictory circle-jerks. But then his plots started being at least partially About Writing, and it's been tiresome every time. He doesn't even barge into people's offices to argue over some mystery or harm they're doing to the community anymore, it's such a bummer because that was always so incredibly funny. (I need them to bring that back when he's a teen in the 50s again.)

And it doesn't help that every sample of his writing we've gotten has been so, so bad. Like, Riverdale writers, please throw my boy a bone and hire a talented prose writer for some excerpt(s) of his writing so I can believe he's a good writer who's honed his craft over the years, because the alternative isn't so, so sad.

#Riverdale #Jughead Jones #jabitha #I guess? #s2b Jughead who is an annoying activist teen fighting for his community by protesting and investigating #and who is making his family legacy his own and who is also desperately in love #will always be the best Jughead #I miss him SO MUCH #my thoughts on Riverdale let me show you them #tbf pretty much all of the Riverdale characters are flatter than they were in earlier seasons #like Jughead has been hit hard but at least he isn't Archie who is basically just 'I want to be my dad and make him proud' now #Betty is also a big victim here and also had her arc take the world's most boring turn and I'm not sure which of the two is worse off #but my Riverdale brainrot is Jughead-centric so of course I'm thinking about him #I could probably elaborate on this (esp the bullshit and misogynistic turn of Betty's arc like my god) but I'm not gonna do it in the notes

[alphinias]

were baby jb and sarah listened for the same episode?

That’s the thing. The only one listed so far is young Sarah and it’s for episode four. However, we know through casting calls from several months ago that they were also searching for a young JB (one time we thought maybe two different ones due to age listed vs the age of the boy’s pic circling around but that could’ve easily been us misunderstanding or misjudging his age) at one point.

I didn’t want to get my hopes up at the time and figured baby JB was probably a Big John thing with him coming back this season. Especially since we hadn’t seen anything with other young pogues. But seeing baby Sarah listed totally changed things and now I’m like… maybe we’re getting baby pogues after all.

Jonas might prove me so wrong that I want to cry but I find it hard to believe we’d get flashbacks of just baby Jarah when the pogues have been the ones together since they were kids. Unless jarah both has separate flashbacks with their families which NO I’ll cry if that’s all we end up getting.

#I am cautiously optimistic about this it just seems like it has to be #obx season 3 #ask

[dutifullytoocloud]

Album Review

Direction of the Heart (30/10/22)Simple Minds

 These thoughts and comments are based on the standard 9 track CD offering.  I did not order online instead I opted for going in to the Australian stockist JB HI-Fi like I do for any other artist.  As a general rule of purchase in my case at least three songs have to have a bit of prior interest to make a selection.  Long gone are the days of just purchasing on an excellent cover whim.  On the subject of cover art as I have previously stated along with others that it is rather exceptional to allow one to question what is before you, especially in symbolism and successfully giving a glimpse as to what subject matter the songs are going to represent.

 I finally got round to listening the songs in track order.   I think the best word to describe this record is “solid”.  On a whole it is pretty good.  Some songs instantly connect while others are so/so.  Honestly, I cannot say that any song had that real goosebump, hairs on the back of the neck etc moment.  It seems with age it would be extremely difficult for any song to hit that kind of status these days.  I suppose when you are younger everything is a new experience and things seem more amplified.   Inevitably memories have a huge impact and some of the songs in your teens are pretty much the blueprint to that special status, hence expectations are very high.

 With Directon of the Heart, a sincere effort has been made to try and hit those markers that fans have.  Their aim ultimately is to reach as many people as possible, but it is evidently clear that the biggest market is the group of people whom have had some interest in the band at some point in the past.  Anyway enough preamble.

Funny enough “Vision Thing” is my daughter’s favourite.  Still at an age when what Mum has playing musically in the background of our household isn’t so bad.  I know one day with my much elder boys that this will come round full circle one day…..who knows.  The insight that the band has given with its press releases is great and inspirational. Music is a coping mechanism and losing a parent is something that is universal.  It is a catchy song and a pleasant song for the radio.  Instant Simple Minds trademark sound.

 First you Jump- I thought the live performance of the song, showed a lot of promise.  Its good but its not until after the middle 8/ bridge (if that’s what you call it), the pause and gradual building up, in which Charlie’s guitar heads skywards that the song really lifts off.  Dynamics that make it work, fitting in with the theme and subject matter.  (Charlie gives you wings?)

 Human Traffic- Its not a track I would skip, and I don’t mind the quirky repetition of “only”.  It is a true juxtaposition of music and lyrical content which is a common theme in this record.  This song in particular does triumph is a positive outcome. Through all mundane and routine schedules life throws at us, there are times when things look up and things to look forward to.  

Who Killed the Truth- Now we get to a song that will definitely get lots of repeat playing. Lyrically interesting and staying true to form, it takes the observational stance, much like Empires and Dance.  It’s a current issue especially in times of social media and questionable information sources spreading like wildfire hence accelerated but the problem has always existed.   I particularly like the guitar delays/ overlays/ effects in this song that provide an exotic sound.  This follows through to the next song.  Example of how track placement is not an afterthought and this is well executed.

Solstice Kiss intro is all atmosphere and instantly we are taken to the Scottish highlands.   If I was asked what song would you recommend to someone who did not know Simple Minds I would say start with this.  There is no doubting in my mind that this picks up on the hey day and pinnacle of Simple Minds popularity (Once Upon a time and Street Fighting Years).   Depending on size of future live performances this on a grand scale would be an amazing opener.  There is plenty of drama, dynamics, atmosphere and romanticism.   Ingredients which make this song quintessentially Simple Minds. The choice of instrumentation is interesting and adds to it immensely and the percussion is gorgeous.

These two songs are in my view the high point of the album.  Act of Love does not cut it in my view and it’s a skip.  I find the backing vocal hum unsuitable.  I get the nod to the past, and yes the riff is really good and maybe for the casual listener it would be a point of curiosity to cruise on back to what was out there in the back catalogue, maybe go as far back as Life in a day.  It’s a hard one as I have listened to the raw live track from years ago and I actually prefer that a whole lot better.  

Natural- this is where things pick up a bit.  I really like this.  This is where the backing vocals work beautifully. Those backing vocals makes being natural, glamourous.  It’s a great sentiment in this song basically accepting oneself as they are.   The effects on the guitars are fab, making the sound transcend and transform closer to added keyboard atmospherics.  This is not exactly Simple Minds by numbers and I don’t mind that one bit.

Planet Zero-Growing and growing, I really like it and I can understand how fans are very divided on this.  The drum fills on this are not run of the mill. Vocals are sinister and lyrics very open to different interpretation- seeking a new Utopia, taking control -leaving a mess behind.  Much of what our current Utopia is enduring now, will the same mistakes be made again.   Sarah vocals a warning siren.  It could even apply to the subject of alienation and aloneness.  Let’s set up shop at Planet Zero void of anyone in which one does not have to try and fit in etc.  Ambiguity at its best.  The verse structure is almost like a nursery rhyme, very happy go lucky but the message it conveys is a stark contrast.  Excellent.  

Finally Walls came down- its good it’s an excellent song, but its hard to swallow when it’s a song you grew up with.  Loved the original from the Call.  For nine songs another new offering is better especially if there are plenty ideas lurking in the background.

With more listening Natural and Planet Zero are becoming firm favourites 9/11/22

[66553211]

8.20.22 4:50pm

The next crush I had was in the 6th grade at my new middle school, also known as My Personal Hell on Earth and Where I Really Learned Why I Should Hate Myself. His name was Chase, I’m like 95% sure haha. Chase was The Most Popular Boy in School. He was blonde, and I believe he also had the JB cut, but not positive. He was popular for all the usual reasons at that place, meaning he had conservative parents, played sports, was white, and was mean as hell especially to girls. It disgusts me to even admit I had a crush on this kid. But looking back, I don’t even remember really feeling things for these very early crushes. That is definitely something to dissect as I am finally starting explore the intricacies of my potential asexuality. Like in high school and adulthood, I’ve been foaming at the mouth, unhinged, Patrick-level obsessed with my crushes, but that really wasn’t the case here and I feel the need to distinguish it for my own ego, OK! Anyway, back to Chase. Yeah, so I “liked” this kid. But like I’m explaining, I didn’t really. All these girls liked him, so it probably just felt like the right thing to do at the time so that I could better connect to other girls and make friends. That was my first real year without Sabrina after she was orphaned, and I was looking for a safe landing spot. I had friends for sure, but no “best friend.” No one who I could have a sleepover with that first Friday after starting middle school. I was looking to fit in more than ever before. So, I decided I “liked” Chase. I probably told some friends in order to connect. I was walking in the hallway alone, when Hanah Mullins, The Most Popular Girl in School, came up to me with her friends. One of them being Alexa Lizote, who had previously been my friend in elementary school, but now she made this miraculous popularity jump with the switch of schools. They said something like “I hear you like Chase” and laughed. I think they walked away before I could even say anything. If I wanted to say anything at all. I was probably in shock, standing there with my face beet fucking red, just like it gets when I want to die. I knew it was over for me then. This was the crop of girls who would actually date the crop of boys that he was an exclusive member of. And yes, by “date” I mean hold hands in the halls for 2 weeks before never speaking again, but STILL. I knew this meant the info was going to reach him, if it hadn’t already. I had one class with him that year, computers class, where you learn how to use google and type. The class was organized differently than most, being in the computer lab. The lab had desks lining 3 walls of the 4 boxing us in. Computes were on the desks in a line, so you essentially took class in a circle, facing the wall, instead of the typical rows system. Our seating chart was arranged alphabetically around this semicircle of computers. His last name was Bradshew, so we were seated right next to each other. The next day, I went to computers class fucking dreading seeing his face. I started to settle when he ignored me as usual at first. At some point in the class, he turned to the kid who sat on the other side of him and said something like “Can you believe she likes me? She’s fat and also my jacket costs more than her entire outfit.” And they laughed. The last part about the cost of his jacket is verbatim, I really remember that. It’s one of those phrases that the dark part of my brain has filed away for further destructive purposes. I froze. I kept my neck so steadily trained ahead. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, them seeing nothing. I just tried to disappear inside of myself. That was the day I learned that I was ugly. I was already having experiences of feeling different than other girls, and I was already fully ashamed of my clothes, which is probably why that part really burned into my memory. But these weren’t really things that I was carrying around with me, permanently and excessively. But after that day, those things I didn’t like about myself became something more than just things. They became my self-identity. I was ugly first, and other things about me were secondary, less important. I did not speak to Chase ever again, but more importantly, I was not going to speak about myself to others in that place anymore. I learned that what you share with people can become a weapon. They can take who you are and hurt you with it. 

[gunterfan1992]

Interview with James Baxter (the Human)

Guess what, everyone? I just had the pleasure of exchanging emails with James Baxter—that’s right the James Baxter! James is something of a legend in the animation world, and he is known for his beautifully expressive animation style that is able to make even the simplest shape look majestic and full of life. In addition to the myriad movies he has worked on, James also contributed special animation to Adventure Time, working on season five’s “James Baxter the Horse” and season eight’s “Horse and Ball”; not only was the character named after him, but he even got to voice his horse doppelgänger!

And so, without further ado, Mr. James Baxter the Human:

GunterFan: I know that you've recounted it before, but would it be possible to get your take on the 'origin story' of the "James Baxter the Horse" episode. How did it all come together?

James Baxter: Well, Pen and I were in contact with each other while I was working at DreamWorks. I had known about him since he had left CalArts and I had already told him how much I liked Adventure Time, and I had told him that if he ever needed me to do anything to give me a call. I guess he heard me because later he asked me to meet him at a tiny sandwich place that was on Flower St. and Sonora in Burbank (it's called Little Ground now, but I can't remember what it used to be back then). There, he pitched me the idea for the character and he gave me a quick sketch of James Baxter the Horse. I said  yes, absolutely I would love to animate and voice that for you, that sounds amazing. He also reminded me of one of my animation demo lectures that I had done at CalArts when he was a student there. I usually ask for suggestions from the students of what they would like me to animate for them, so they can see the thought process. At that lecture someone yelled out, "Do a horse balancing on a ball!" (it may have been Pen) I guess as a goof, knowing that might be a little tricky for a quick demo. I remember asking for something a little simpler please. I suppose Pen remembered that moment because that's where the idea came from. As far as the actual episode goes, and what happens in it, that's all Pen and his team.

GF: What was the animation process like? How long did it take you to get everything all together?

JB: I saw the storyboard, and they gave me a printed copy of it, as well as some exposure sheets for the shots that the horse was in. I spent a little time working out some different cycles that I could move between, James balancing in place, James turning in a circle etc. I was trying to do cycles that could be reused over and over in different shots to save on work. it was all animated on paper and all the clean up drawings were done by my wife Kendra. Then all those drawings were shipped overseas to the production studio that was doing the rest of the animation for the show, so that they could do the color and compositing. I guess it took us about a month or six weeks, but I was only working on it evenings and weekends.

GF: How much say did you have with regard to the character design? What about key poses? Were you given creative freedom?

JB: I was given a lot of freedom. I just had that one sketch that Pen had drawn, but he had suggested that I give it a more flowing mane and tail. I remember sending a drawing of mine back to the team at Cartoon Network so that they could do a color model for him. As far as key poses went, I just had the boards to go from, which were clear but not super detailed, so I had a lot of freedom to make up the animation as long as I stayed true to the staging and to the length of the shots. By the time i got the exposure sheets the dialogue tracks had already been written on them, which is common practice, so I could animate to the sound.

GF: I love James Baxter (the Horse)'s voice! What inspired the accent and the whinny? What was the recording process like?

JB: I guess the voice is me just trying to be horsey, and a little posh, and British. He only ever says his name (no trouble remembering the lines!), so it's a little hard to really define an accent, but I'm British so that's where I went. My natural accent hovers somewhere over the mid-Atlantic since I've lived in the US for over thirty years. The whinny is just me trying not to cough as I'm trying to make horsey noises! Voice acting is not my talent, but it was a lot of fun, mostly because it was so surreal just saying my own name in different ways for half an hour! They were very nice and patient with me.

GF: I haven't been able to find a lot of info on "Horse and Ball." What was that like? Was it different the second time?

JB: How did you feel returning to the show? Well, I was very pleased to get another chance to do more James Baxter, but there was more footage of him in the second episode and I had less time to do it. That meant that I only animated a few shots of him in that episode, not all of him as I had done in the first one. I would have loved to have done it all, but there just wasn't time. But it was just as fun to animate, especially falling off the ball and the dance at the end.

GF: What has the reception been like on your end? Do folks ever connect your name to the character without realizing that they're both you?

JB: I’ve never had the "Oh, I never knew that James Baxter was a real person" comment face to face, but I've seen it quite a lot in comment sections on YouTube and other places online. I've got to say, it's very gratifying having this amazing alter-ego of me in AT, especially since he's such a benevolent character. I'm glad Pen didn't decide to make him a jerk! All he does is ride around cheering people up, how amazing is that?! It's certainly become a gateway for a whole lot of people to discover me as an artist, not just a cartoon character.

I hope to incorporate all this information into the second edition of Exploring the Land of Ooo... one day. Either way, thank you James Baxter for not only agreeing to a little interview, but also making the world a better place!

#adventure time #adventuretime #atimers #james baxter #james baxter the horse #james baxter the human #animation #interview

[cytarabi]

Writing Update

So many projects going on!

1) Fantasy AU / Goblin JB AU / Sun Shining On Rain

I almost have the first half ready for beta reads. This is a novel, so it’s been taking me a while. So I might post it within a couple weeks? Especially if I can’t find a beta reader other than my husband, but lol that’s okay! I’ve been itching to get this story out!

2) Love Is Blind AU / Deep Fried Drinks

An epilogue-ish is coming! I’ve plotted out scenes to show Jaime and Brienne a couple years after the last chapter of Deep Fried Drinks! Jaime needs to come full circle and accept cats as overlords and cute animals.

3) Sci-Fi AUs

So, I’ve decided, writing fantasy isn’t for me, at least right now. Turns out I’m a bit too scientific, who would have thought. But sci-fi? I have SO many ideas, most of them original short stories. I might shoot myself in the foot later for morphing these ideas into JB stories (I’ll obviously have to take them down if they get published, big if) and I hope people will enjoy Jaime and Brienne exploring the boundaries of science!

My first idea, and I’ve plotted this out already, is that Brienne and Jaime (and others) are scientists in a biosphere on Mars. The real cool part is that I live near the ACTUAL Biosphere 2, so I’m doing legit research for this short story. Brienne will be a microbiologist and Jaime will be an astroecologist--just similar enough to get into our favorite moral debates. Oh, and the oxygen is decreasing while they’re locked in the biosphere. Dun dun dun. I’m working on this piece right after I finish the Deep Fried Drinks chapter.

4) Forbidden Love Oneshots

This one’s inspired by Fleabag (TV), where I finally found a forbidden love trope handled well (stakes, motivation, tension, respect, etc.) Anyway, I love the trope so much that I figured, hey, I want to try to take a stab at this trope again myself.

So I have a list of seven scenarios to try out whenever I get into an angsty mood. Most of them are canon AUs. No idea when they’ll come out. 

#braime #brienne #jaime #brienne x jaime #wips

[hellimagines]

Indebted to You -- Barry OBX

Masterlist

Summary: As JJ Maybank’s older sister it’s always been your top priority to protect your little brother. Even if that means easing your father’s temper by indebting yourself to Outerbanks’ top dealer.

Warnings: child abuse, frequent dr*g mention and dr*g dealing (of the non-oui’d variety), paying off someone else’s debt non-conventionally

Pairing: Barry x fem!Maybank!reader

Word Count: 2.4K

DISCLAIMER: Please, for the love of fuck, DO NOT do hard dr*gs just because you think they’re ‘cool’ or because you think dating a dealer is ‘cool’. Believe me when I tell you that neither of those things are cool, and that is NOT what I am trying to get across with this story; I don’t condone hard dr*g use.

A/N: This is something I pulled out of my ass because I wanted to write for Barry really bad, but I didn’t have any ideas. It has potential but I’m not sure if it’s gonna go anywhere. Also, Barry may be a little OOC since we don’t get much from his character. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and let me know what you think!

You released a slow, aggravated huff while staring down at your drunken father. He sat hunched over on the couch, with his elbows digging into his knees and his gaze trained on the coffee table before him. Behind you, your younger brother was curled into an armchair with a frozen bag of expired peas pressed against his left eye and a bloody tissue under his nose. You yourself had a welt already throbbing and beginning to swell on your cheekbone, but you ignored it in favor of kicking your dad’s limp foot. His head shot up, neck cracking with the unexpected speed, and narrowed his eyes at you dangerously.

“You had some nerve steppin’ in on something that wasn’t your business. What’ve I told you ‘bout stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong?” he snarled while attempting to stand, but was pathetically unsuccessful due to his inebriated state. All he managed to do was stumble and fall back down on the couch with a grunt. 

You rolled your eyes, “And what’ve I told you about mixing your whiskey and blow? I already have your grave dug outback, and the sooner you keep this shit going, the sooner I get to toss your ass inside it.” Luke scoffed at your words but didn’t offer a rebuttal as he flexed his bloody knuckles. “JJ didn’t touch the fucking money-- I’ve been keeping ahold of it so nothing goes missing before I head to Barry’s. You’d remember that if you weren’t fucking high or drunk all the time. JJ’s got his own job and is making his own money, he doesn’t need to jack your rolled bills for anything.” 

You pulled out a wad of recently-flattened bills, shaking the cash in front of your dad’s face. It was roughly $600 that you had made the past weekend while bouncing from Kook party to Kook party. Luke’s eyes widened at the sight of the money and he instinctively reached out to grab it from you. Your arm jerked back and you clutched the wad tightly before shoving it back into the pocket of your leather jacket. 

With a shake of your head, you looked over your shoulder and gave your brother a once over, nodding to yourself after assessing he wouldn’t be dropping dead anytime soon. “Why don’t you go to JB’s? I’ve got shit handled here and I heard the waves were supposed to be good before the sun sets.” 

“You sure? I can go with you-”

“Over my dead body. I got involved in this so you didn’t have to. Scram, before I change my mind and make you clean the kitchen.” JJ frowned but did as he was told, depositing the peas back in the freezer before making his way out the front door. You turned back to your dad, who was now laying on the couch with an arm thrown over his face. “I don’t have many more runs to do before we’re out of this shit-eating debt you caused with Barry. Keep your paws off the cash and we won’t have any problems, okay? You can’t fuck this up before I manage to fix it. Please, dad,” you whispered pleadingly and lowered yourself to the edge of the coffee table. 

Your dad peeked open an eye at you before laughing darkly. “You’re running the game, princess. The streets know you, but even worse, those rich Kooks know you and know what you have to offer. That won’t be forgotten, especially with how good you’ve been running that shit. You’re not gonna be getting out anytime soon, so what’s it matter if a couple twenties go missin’ or a gram gets cut on our table? Don’t piss Barry off and don’t get caught by the cops, and you’ll be set for life.” 

“No, I’m not like you,” you growled as your lip curled into a sneer. “I don’t wanna keep dealing and end up bitter and angry and alone, like you. Once I’m finished working off your debt, I’m done.” 

Luke shot up from the couch in the blink of an eye, towering over you while gripping your jaw tightly. You could feel his fingers painfully digging into your skin, pressing against your teeth, and making you wince. “Doesn’t matter what you fucking want. This isn’t your world, princess. Once people know who’s moving product in the streets, you’re stuck. So you may as well embrace the Maybank name and take what you can while you can. Now, be a good girl and go make daddy proud,” he hissed in your ear, before roughly letting go of your jaw by flinging your head to the side. You teetered off the edge of the table and fell to your side on the floor, but Luke didn’t spare you a second glance as he stepped over you and stumbled to his room. 

After pushing yourself to your feet and massaging your sore jaw, you shot a glare toward the direction of your father’s room. “Fuck you,” you spat quietly before leaving the house and slamming the door shut behind you.

By the time you made it to Barry’s trailer, the sun had set and the small grassy area Barry called his ‘backyard’ was lit up with lights, noises, and people. You made your way around the trailer, nodding to a few people you recognized before you found Barry lounging in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. His smile was wide and dirty as he laughed with the people surrounding him, seemingly at ease with everyone. When he noticed you walking toward him out of the corner of his eye, his smile brightened and he shouted out for you.

“Ay, look who it is!” he yelled, waving an arm out toward you while the others cheered at your arrival. “I was just thinkin’ about you, sweetheart. C’mon, sit down with me. I left a chair open just for you,” Barry smiled, gesturing to the black lawn chair beside him with a Mikes waiting in the arm pocket. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but to snicker softly at him and take the offered chair. 

“What made you so certain I’d show up tonight?” you hummed teasingly while opening the spiked limeade that had been waiting for you. 

Barry grinned over the lid of his beer, his brown eyes watching you intently as you drank from your bottle. “Because I know you, sweetheart. Sunday nights are your drop-off nights.” Your cheeks warmed at his comment, but you played it off with a scoff and shake of your head. “I wanted to make sure you were more comfortable tonight, so I kept that chair open for ya and grabbed your favorite while on a liquor run.” 

A harsh scoff came from a chair on the other side of Barry, and you peeked around him to see who it came from. “Special privilege for his new fucktoy, what a surprise,” the voice muttered, and you recognized it as one of Barry’s frequent buyers, Sherry. You’d never had a conversation with the girl despite having gone to school with her in the past, and even though she was always at Barry’s get-togethers, she typically seemed more focused on her next fix rather than talking with anyone.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Barry snapped, turning to look at her with a clenched jaw. He seemed to purposefully be blocking her view of you, and you remained silent as the altercation unfolded.

“You know what it means,” she snapped back. “Whenever a new piece of trash starts selling for you, you put your dick in her and use her until another one shows up. But, you never bought them their favorite bitch-drink or saved them a seat, so what makes this one so much better, huh? Why does she get to sit in the big, nice chair next to you, but the rest of us have to have three-legged chairs and warm beers? What about her cunt makes her so much better?” Marie shouted, causing a couple of the others to whistle in disbelief. 

Before Barry could respond, one of the boys in the circle spoke up. “Maybe it’s cause she’s not a psychotic bitch who snorts the blow instead of selling it.”  You could hear Marie’s angry gasp at the diss, and when Barry gave her a pointed look rather than defending her, she flipped off the group before storming away. 

“Remind me why we let Sherry stick around all the time?” Someone questioned as you idly picked at the label on your bottle.

“Because this ain’t a fuckin’ gated community,” Barry scoffed as though it was obvious. The other chuckled in agreement before the conversation picked up and everyone went back to their own thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly once the attention was off of you, not knowing how to respond-- or if you were even supposed to. Barry gave a deep sigh, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. Don’t listen to anything she said, Sherry just hasn’t been doing great since she lost custody of her son. You’re not a fucktoy and I ain’t got no intention of using you like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, she’s going through shit and I get it. I shouldn’t stay long anyway, Luke’s fucked off his ass and if I’m gone much longer he’ll flip,” you shrugged, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the cash as you spoke. “I made about $600 this weekend, and I know it’s not as much as it usually is, but someone had already hit up the beach and two of my usual places by the time I was able to start selling. So, I was stuck at Rafe’s party all of last night and only a handful of small pickups on Friday night.” You handed the wad over to Barry with an apologetic wince. “I still have some blow left over, so I’ll try and push a few eight-balls before the weekend. I’m sorry it’s not more.” Barry flicked through the cash quietly as you explained everything to him, before folding it into his pocket once it was all counted. He finished off his beer while looking you over, causing the nervous feeling in your stomach to grow. 

“Sweetheart,” he began with a shockingly gentle sigh, “You ain’t gotta apologize for any of that shit. You’re cleaning up your daddy’s debt because he’s too useless to do it himself, yet you’re not bitter or angry at everyone because of it. I’ve heard of the way you stick by new users throughout the night, making sure they’re using safely and doing okay. You still go to your day job and take care of your brother and his shithead-friends despite being up past dawn most days. You’re doing great, and I don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for thinking you’re not doing enough.” 

Your cheeks flamed and your eyes widened in shock as you spluttered helplessly at the man in front of you. “I wasn’t implying that I wasn’t doing enough! I just know how much my dad owes you, and $600 weekends are gonna take too long to pay it off.”

Barry raised an eyebrow at you before grabbing onto the arm of your chair and tugging you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement, bracing yourself for the inevitable collapse of you and your chair. Barry laughed loudly at you when you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the chair tightly, but there was no mirth or mock behind his laugh. Once the chair stopped moving and his laugh slowed to a chuckle, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Relax,” he chuckled, reaching out to move a strand of hair out of your face. “I wasn’t gonna let you fall, just wanted to talk to you better.”

“You could’ve just asked me to move closer,” you grumbled, casting your eyes to the side as your cheeks flushed. “And I told you I can’t stay long to chat.”

Barry gave you a nonchalant shrug, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, if your daddy’s got an issue with you keeping me company, I’ll just go and have a talk with him. I don’t want you worrying about him when you’ve got enough going on. Stay for a bit, sweetheart. I’ve got a whole cooler full of those Mikes, and you’re the only one I’m allowin’ to drink ‘em. If you really wanna go, I won’t stop you, but I want you to know that I don’t mind you stickin’ around me for a while.”

You bit your lip as you considered Barry’s offer, quietly looking out at the happy party-goers. It was calmer than any Kook party or Boneyard Blowout you had attended, and you had to admit that you loved the calm and welcoming atmosphere. Barry’s warm hand settled over your propped up knee, bringing your attention back to his hopeful eyes. 

“Okay, fine,” you caved and Barry squeezed your knee in delight. “But, you have to go get me a drink. Sherry was right, this chair is comfortable as fuck and I don’t wanna get up.” 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Barry teased and patted your knee before leaving to grab your drink. You stared after him with a bashful smile, unable to help yourself as the nervous feeling in your stomach evolved into flustered butterflies.

‘Shit,’ you groaned to yourself, ‘I’ve got a schoolgirl crush on this motherfucker. I’m so screwed.’

#outerbanks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks imagines #outerbanks x reader #obx #obx imagine #barry obx #barry outerbanks #barry obx imagine #barry obx x reader #barry outerbanks imagine #barry outerbanks x reader #obx barry #obx netflix

[just-my-fandom]

Bruises (JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader)

Request; Reader is the Pogue queen who is a badass and trouble maker like JJ, and doesn’t take shit from the Camerons lmaoo

I needed to post something so here’s this piece of shit :) BUT currently taking requests for Stranger Things, Outer Banks, Criminal Minds and the Flash ONLY

Masterlist

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“Really think this is a good idea?” You fix your button up white shirt, tight against your skin but perfect to match your dress pants, heels sinking into the sand beneath you,

“Perfect idea,” John B hums, licking his hand, but you smack it out of the way before it can touch your hair,

“I’ll kill you,” You threaten, throwing your hair into a messy bun, but neat enough to look presentable, “Let’s give Sarah the note, find Pope and Kie, and get out,”

“After you, milady,” JJ gestures an arm out, snatching the note from John B before following behind you, hand grazing your lower back,

“You get that note to Sarah,” You order, after darting past security, “I’ll find Kie and Pope,”

“Aye aye, captain,” JJ solutes you, ducking into the crowd after instantly spotting the Kook Princess on the dance floor,

You step to the side, heels clicking as you lift a tray of iced water and vodka from one of the many tables, balancing it on a single hand,

“Hello your highness,” A male in a light blue tux rounds to your front, your eyes looking forward to meet Rafes eyes, his smirk almost sickening to you,

“Rafe,” You greet, one arm behind your back as the other extends the tray of glasses, “Care for a drink?”

“No thanks,” Rafe hums, eyes scanning down your figure, “Say, what’s a pogue like you doing here working for a Kook party?”

“Oh you know, good pay,” You shrug a shoulder, eyes scanning around in search for either Pope or Kiara, “Needed extra money for my dream car, might as well start here,”

“You know, I can help you with the car,” Rafe steps forward, hand on your waist, and you can already smell the vodka in his breath to tell you he’s had more than one to drink, “I just might need a little favor,”

“No thanks,” You grunt, and duck to the side to circle him, able to keep the tray from tilting, “I can do it on my own, I’m a big girl, you know?”

“Oh I know,” A sharp shove to your shoulder causes the tray to jerk and clash onto the ground, shattering the glasses so every Kook looked over to you, gasping when you glance at Rafe over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes

JJ and Sarah look over in alert to see Rafe squaring his shoulders, JJ shoving the note into Sarah’s hands before stepping out of the crowd, stopping when your fist lunges forward, sending Rafe off his feet and bumping into an older Kook,

“This is who you have walking around your precious island?” You ask, looking around to show you were talking to everyone, “I’d watch out for your daughters, guys. Especially your teenagers,”

You look back down at the Kook now on the ground, hand already bloody from holding his nose, “Don’t ever fucking touch me. Just because you’re a Kook doesn’t mean you’re anymore special,” You raise your voice, glancing back to the Kooks around, “None of you are!”

A moment of silence, and you scoff, shaking your head as you lift up a second tray of drinks, “Enjoy your party, sir,” You turn, glancing back over your shoulder, “You might need some ice for that,”

Chatter slowly raises as Topper pulls Rafe up to his feet, scolding him for doing such a thing in such a public area, and you set the tray down at an empty table to run your hands over your front, heaving out a deep breath,

“Y/N!” A hand grabs your arm and tugs you to the side, your free hand coming up in a fist as you clench your jaw, scowl dropping when you turn to Pope, whose eyes are wide, “What the fuck was that? Punching Rafe,”

“And what the fuck is with everyone getting touchy?” You hiss, pulling your arm free and crossing your arms, “He touched me. What did you expect me to do, get on my knees and suck his dick?”

Pope squints his eyes at your sarcasm, sighing, “You’re going to get yourself in trouble,”

“I already am in trouble, thank you very much,” You scoff, when Popes eyebrows furrow, “Because both JJ and I stood up for you, we had to split the restitution for the boat that you sunk,” You roll your eyes, “Uncle T doesn’t even know that I was put in prison,”

“I didn’t ask for you or JJ to do that,” Pope protests, and you raise your eyebrows, shaking your head,

“And I wasn’t going to let JJ get caught in the cross fire alone. You would have done it for any of us,” You pause, “Take that back. No, you wouldn’t have. Cause you’re the golden boy. And when you fuck up, one, or the rest of us, have to go down for you,”

Popes brows relax when you step back, turning in time for another set of hands to grab your arms, the security guard at your right ordering you to walk along with him,

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You ask, loudly, looking back at Pope to see him look at his father, then back to you, “Let go!”

“Y/N! Hey!” JJ runs up to you, taking your free hand to pull you out of the security guards grasp, sliding his arm around your shoulders as he shoots a grin to the guard, “Thanks for finding her for me. We’ll be leaving now,” He glances at Pope, “Remember, mandatory meeting in T-minus thirty!”

“What are you doing?” You ask, shortly, JJ glancing down at you as he walked towards John B at the enterance,

“Saving your ass,” He states, and you roll your eyes, holding his hand at your shoulder as you fastened your pace, “And don’t worry. I handled Rafe,”

“I handled Rafe, JJ,” You narrow your eyes, “You just wanted the last punch,”

“Okay, yes,” JJ gives in, “But I gotta protect my girl, yeah?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,”

. . .

“So you’re telling me that this letter basically tells us where the gold is? On the island,”

“Exactly,” John B points the bundled up letter in his hand to you, your hand running over your face to hold in a deep sigh, “And with Sarah Cameron’s help-,”

“Wait,” You cut, eyes now narrowed, “You have Sarah Cameron, a Kook, helping us find the gold?”

“Oh, he’s macking her,” JJ states, your lips parting as your eyes flick from John B, to JJ, then back to John B,

“I’m not macking her,” John B protests,

“Then what the hell is she doing involved in our hunt, John B?” You ask, roughly,

“We need her help,”

“No we don’t!” You shout, “We’ve been perfectly fine on our own, the five of us, and now you’re bringing in a Kook? No. I’m sick of you guys doing things thinking it won’t effect the rest of us. You know, Pope,” You put a finger under your chin, facing the male on the log, “I have yet to hear a single fucking thank you for saving your ass from prison. JJ, have you?”

JJs eyes flick from you to Pope, head barely shaking so you pressed your lips together and nod, once, “Exactly,”

“Well, thank you,” Pope mutters, and you throw your arms out,

“It doesn’t matter now!”

“Why are you so worked up over all this?” John B asks, stepping up, “We find the gold, with the help of Sarah, and we can find Dad,”

“Dads dead, John B!” Your outburst causes everyone to fall silent, your glossy eyes staring at him, “I hate to tell you, but he’s dead. He has to be. Stop giving yourself false hope or it’s just going to hurt worse when we find out the truth,”

John B steps up further so he was in front of you, eyes flicking between yours as his hand shoves the note into your chest, “He’s alive. I’ll prove it to you,”

“You really think that he’s still out there?” You blink so the group behind John B could see the glisten in your eyes, your hand raising to wipe your nose, “It’s been months, JB. There hasn’t been any findings of abandoned boats, other than Scooters, and we found that boat,”

You cross your arms, at the sudden chill of wind, “I’m not working with a Cameron. Especially Sarah,”

“You can’t be serious, Y/N,” John B exhales, breathlessly, “We’ve come all this way- finding dads compass, finding the Royal Merchant, we’re so close,”

“We can do it without Sarah!” You exclaim, “I’ve been trying to explain that to you! We don’t need Sarah. She’s probably using you to get to the gold!”

“She’s not using me,” John B snips, and you flick your eyebrows up, laughing,

“So you really are macking her,” You nod, “John B, you do realize the only reasons I want to find that gold is so we can support ourselves, and pay that damn restitution JJ and I owe for something we didn’t do,” You hiss, jaw clenched, “I’ve accepted dads death. It’s time you do the same,”

Stepping back, you round John B towards the van parked feet away, that was lit up from the camp fire beside Kie, “Take me home. I’m done with this shitty adventure,”

“Y/N, come on,” Pope sighs, standing up,

“I got it,” JJ holds up a hand, jogging after to where you had climbed into the back of the van. He sits down across from you, leant against the back doors with your arms crossed, “Hey pretty girl,”

“JJ, I love you, but you’re the last person to convince me to apologize,” You flick your eyes up to his, and JJ holds his hands up, shaking his head,

“I was just going to ask if you were okay,”

“Well I’m not,” You slide your arms to wrap at your legs, knees pulled to your chest, “Like I told John B, I only want that gold to pay off our restitution,” You suck in a deep breath, sighing, “And, maybe, John B and I can pay our way through DCS. Yeah, we fight a lot, but he’s my brother. My twin brother. I can’t see us being split apart, you know?”

“I know,” JJ nods, sliding across the vans floor to turn and sit next to you, shoulder pressed to shoulder.

You slide your hand through his and squeeze it, turning to curl into his side and sigh another breath, “What if we do get taken?” You ask, so quietly JJ almost didn’t hear it, “Taken away from Outer Banks?”

“I’ll kidnap you and hide you in Kie or Popes house,” JJ grins, lips pressing to your hair before you sit up, snorting,

“I don’t think either of their dads would be happy with that,”

“They can’t get mad at what they don’t know,” JJ flicks his eyebrows, testingly, and you smile, eyes flicking between his in thought,

“I love you, JJ,” You murmur, JJ grinning as he leans forward, allowing your lips to meet as his hand reaches up to hold the side of your face, delicately,

“Who wouldn’t love me?” He laughs against your mouth when you groan, leaning back to roll your eyes and look to the front of the van when the side doors slide open,

“Ready to go home?” John B asks, quietly, your eyes shifting to JJ one last time before you run a hand down your face, chin on JJs shoulder,

“One bitch move from Sarah, and I get to slap her,” You demand, John B looking at Kie, who shrugs in an ‘if that gets her from ditching, then sure’ motion,

“Fine,” John B rounds to the drivers side, Pope extending a hand for you to high five, Pope then explaining how he won’t have to worry about college fees once the gold was his.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank one shot #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge #john b routledge imagine #john b routledge one shot #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks one shot #outer banks imagine #pope heyward #pope hayward #pope heyward x reader #kiara carrera #kiara carrera x reader #kiara carrera imagine #kiara carrera one shot

[got7hotties]

How Got7 Cuddles With You

☾ Jaebum: JB loves to cuddle especially when you guys are taking a nap. I could just see him being tired after a day of hard work and stretching his arms out to invite you to take a nap with him. The members have mentioned that JB has a habit of walking around the house with no shirt on, so I could imagine him pulling you in for a huge hug while your head lays on his bare chest. He loves to cuddle when you guys go to sleep and anytime he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees that he’s away from you, he would not hesitate to get close to you and throw his arms and legs around you.

 ☾ Mark: Mark always wants to feel your skin, so when he’s cuddling you he always puts his hand under your shirt and rubs your back or rests them on your boobs. He wouldn’t really talk that much and would just enjoy the silence with you right in his arms. Mark would be both the big and little spoon. Just like JB, he would love to cuddle until you both fell asleep together. Mark loves lazy morning cuddles when you guys have just woken up but can’t seem to get out of bed. Anytime you’d tried to get up to make breakfast, he would always pull you back down and tell you to wait. 

☾ Jackson: Jackson would love cuddling because he’d always like to feel like he could protect you but he also likes to be cuddled. You being in his arms would be a perfect way for him to feel like you were safe with him. I could imagine you two casually cuddling throughout the day (for example: he would be on a business call and your head would be on his chest). If you guys were on the couch watching a movie, he would pull you towards his lap and almost cradle you like a baby while your head lays against his chest. 

☾ Jinyoung: Usually in videos, when Jinyoung hugs a girl, he cradles her head and pulls her in tight. I could see him cuddling this way too. Jinyoung is the “mother” of GOT7 and he knows how to nurture. If you were to cuddle Jinyoung, you could expect him to be the big spoon and run his fingers through your hair. Occasionally, he would pat your head and brush your hair out of your face or behind your ear. Basically in this state, he would be most vulnerable and would whisper sweet nothings to you or talk about you guys’ future.

☾ Youngjae: Cuddling would be the peak of Youngjae’s innocence. He loves the feeling of warmth and when you initiate that you want to cuddle with him he would, without a doubt, get into it. He would have his arm around your waist and your head would be up against his chest. Youngjae would bask in your presence and call you pretty while showing you all the affection he possibly can. If you were to look up at him, he would probably get shy and start laughing and peck your lips. His fingers would always caress your cheek or he’d hold your hand and draw circles on it with his thumb. 

☾ BamBam: Best spot to cuddle is definitely the couch. You guys would be chilling with his cats and he’d be rubbing your back while you lay face to face with each other as your legs tangled together. BamBam would be the type to want to watch you sleep and just admire you. If you fell asleep on him, he would trace the features on your face delicately with his fingers. He wouldn’t be able to resist placing soft kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, or your lips. BamBam would probably be the type to put on chill ass music to set the vibe of you guys laying together. 

☾ Yugyeom: Yugyeom would be the type to want to be as close to you as possible, so your arms and legs would probably be entangled with his. He would often forget how big he is compared to you. As big as he is, this dude would love being the little spoon every once in a while. He is basically a giant baby, so he would want you to hold him until he falls asleep. He would also want you to rock him to sleep sometimes. Yugyeom’s happiest moments would be when you were in each other's arms, so you would sometimes feel him smiling against your chest while you play in his hair.

#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 smut #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines

[chaoticpuff17]

A Dangerous Game

Part 32

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Alright my darlings! It’s here, the last part of ADG! This story has been such a wild ride, and I have loved writing it. I hope you all loved reading it! It’s been amazing, and I cannot tell you all how much I’ve loved hearing from you! Please feel free to pop into my messages or asks for an “ask my muse” for ADG as well as Something Wicked. I love you all! Enjoy!--- chaotic puff

Christmas passed in tense silence. She still refused to speak to him. Every attempt was met with hostility, and his patience was waning. But he couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered watching her walk down the stairs in that gold gown. She was positively ethereal, a golden goddess, but she was as cold as the winter air. Staring straight ahead of her and straight past where Namjoon waited for her, and straight to where Jungkook waited for her with her fur wrap in hand.

“You look beautiful.” Namjoon complimented as she breezed past him allowing Jungkook to place the wrap around her shoulders. “Y/N.” He sighed annoyance creeping into his tone as she ignored him.

“Shall we?” She asked throwing him a cold smile over her shoulder.

“Y/N.”

“We don’t want to be late.”

There was a dark spark in her eye that unsettled him. She was going along far too easily. She’d been fighting him in a cold war for weeks, but when it came to the gala she was perfectly willing to go even though she was still treating him like a carrier of the plague. He’d expressed his hesitance to Jin, and Jin had been quick to point out that he was going to be so busy with the gala that she could mingle freely, something she hadn’t been able to do since he’d taken her. That had brought its own concerns, but the boys had all promised to keep an eye on her.

Everyone was going to keep a sharp eye on her throughout the night especially considering the vast assortment of guests that there would be in attendance not that that made Namjoon feel any better. She looked far too lovely for him to be comfortable letting her roam through a room of his associates, but she was expected to be there especially by those who hadn’t been in attendance at the wedding.

As soon as they reached the venue she’d melded into the crowd Jungkook following on her heels ever the loyal guard and little brother. Namjoon hadn’t even had a chance to introduce her to anyone, but Namjoon’s eyes were always scanning the room looking for a hint of her in the crowd. He’d catch the occasional flash of her skirt or a glimpse of Jungkook, but she was easily lost in the crowd, and he had greetings to give and respects to receive.

“RM!” Crowed the voice of a man Namjoon had no patience to deal with. “How are you? Where is that lovely wife of yours?”

“JB.” He growled pasting on a sharp smile of his own.

“I don’t see Y/N? Where is the lovely lady? I thought she would be here?” He looked around the room scanning the crowd for the elusive Mrs. Kim.

“She’s with Jungkook, circling the room.” He shrugged off the question his expression sharp and cautious though his posture remained relaxed. JB didn’t have any power here, while Namjoon was still armed and dangerous.

“Shouldn’t she by your side?” He quirked a brow sipping at his drink still searching the crowd for her. “Shirking her wifely duties already?”

Namjoon growled under his breath at that. JB had no place sticking his nose into their marriage. “She’s mingling. She is the hostess.”

“You’re sure she’s not just avoiding you? She did try to leave you.” He pointed out with a wicked smirk. “She hasn’t run off again, has she?”

“My wife is perfectly safe and being escorted by one of my best men.”

“But not with you.”

His smile was cold but polite. “She’s very safe as she is.”

“You’re sure about that?”

While Namjoon did his duty as leader of Bangtan, Y/N had other plans. She was on the hunt for someone specific though Jungkook made that hard. She didn’t find him intimidating, but those who milled around her were quickly scared away by the tall, brawny boy. The dark look in his eyes didn’t hurt in that department either. None of these urchins were worthy of being near his noona in his eyes.

“Dance with me, noona?” He asked plastering on a bright bunny grin when a brave soul came up looking like he had something to ask. Jungkook wasn’t having that.

She smiled and agreed letting Jungkook pull her onto the dance floor not noticing the dark glare he shot at the other man as he began to twirl her around the floor.

“I didn’t know you danced?” She laughed as Jungkook spun her. “Where has this skill been hiding?”

“Where Namjoon hyung can’t shoot me for dancing with his wife.” He chuckled pulling her back in.

“And it would have nothing to do with the man who was approaching when you whisked me away?” She asked smiling as Jungkook looked at her wide eyed not expecting to be caught red handed. “So who am I allowed to dance with?”

“Namjoon hyung and the other hyungs.” He murmured guiltily.

“What if I wanted to dance with someone?” She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Kookie.” She whined making her eyes as big and pleading as she could. “It’s a gala. I can’t just dance with you guys. It would be rude.”

“And who do you want to dance with?” He asked quirking a brow at her.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged letting him twirl her again. “But I can’t avoid everyone that’s not one of you seven forever. The men here outnumber the women two to one at least.”

“Noona.” He sighed as their song came to an end and he led her to the edge of the floor again.

She shot him her big pleading eyes again trying her best to seem innocent. If Jungkook knew her plans, everything would be ruined. She needed him to trust that she was still his delicate trapped noona, and not the scheming woman that she was. She knew this was going to break his heart, and it was going to break her heart to leave him behind as well. But as much as she loved Jungkook, he was still Namjoon’s friend, Namjoon’s family. He wasn’t going to leave with her. He wasn’t going to betray his family like that.

“I’ll be fine, Kookie.” She smiled softly, trying to be as demure as possible. Demure ladies did not scheme. “What could happen with you by my side?”

Jungkook sighed furrowing his brows in concentration. “We should really ask hyung.”

“And he would say no, and then we would offend everyone that isn’t Bangtan.”

“Jungkook, can I steal my wife away?” Namjoon asked appearing at their side holding a hand out for her to take knowing that she couldn’t refuse him in public like this.

“Of course, hyung.” He bowed casting one last worried look at her before backing away into the crowd.

“Namjoon.” She greeted stiffly allowing him to pull her back onto the dance floor despite her tense posture.

“Are you enjoying the party?” He asked pulling her close.

“It’s fine.”

“You’re not feeling ill are you?” His brows furrowed as he cast a worried glance over her trying to detect any signs of distress or sickness.

She shook her head pasting on a brittle smile. “I’m fine.”

He pulled her closer whispering into her ear as they danced. “You look radiant tonight. Almost like you’re glowing.”

She scoffed under her breath. “Glowing?”

“Gold is an excellent color on you.”  

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” She pulled back slightly desperate for some space. This was the closest she had been to him in weeks, and his proximity was making her uneasy. “Don’t you have people to see and greet.”

He laughed lightly smiling down at her. “I can’t dance with my wife?” He asked teasing her gently.

“It would be preferable if you didn’t.”

He sighed. He had hoped that by now they would have made a little more progress than they had, but she still flinched at his touch. He could see her practically itching to get away from him.

“Just one dance.” He pleaded, praying that she would agree.  

She paused considering the request. She didn’t want him anywhere near her, but she could do this one thing. “One dance.” She agreed albeit reluctantly.

The relief that swept through Namjoon was astronomical. He wouldn’t have put it past her to refuse to continue the dance based on the simple fact that she hated him. It was the first time she had allowed him to touch her in weeks, and he was going to savor every moment of it, savor having her in his arms again especially when she looked so lovely.

He wasn’t lying when he said she had a glow about her. She seemed to shine from within the gold of the gown illuminating the healthy and youthful aura about her. It was a relief to see her looking so well after how sick she had been. Jin swore up and down that it was stress, but Namjoon still worried. She was his world. He hated to think that anything was wrong with her.

“You know I really am sorry.” He murmured into her ear internally cringing at the way she stiffened even more in his arms. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Then why did you do it?” She asked turning her gaze to meet his. “Knowing what you know and claiming that you love me, why would you do that?”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

She scoffed pulling away a little more, her hard shell of indifference taking its place around her once more. “So you’ve said. But you did. Sorry doesn’t change that.” Her eyes scanned the room over her shoulder meeting Mark’s in the crowd. He nodded at her, and she knew instantly and much to her relief that it was time to end the dance. “Excuse me,” She said pulling away. “I need to slip to the lady’s.”

She picked up her skirt gliding into the crowd and away from him as Namjoon was approached once more by men looking to make a good impression.

“Noona?” Jungkook asked appearing by her side once more.

“I’m fine. I just need to slip to the powder room. I’ll be back in a minute.” She smiled lightly touching his arm reassuringly. “I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

He nodded allowing her to go as he was pulled into conversation with someone she didn’t know.

She slipped away hiding herself away in the lady’s room that was situated outside of the main ballroom. And was met with an intense wave of relief that Mark was waiting there for her.

“Oh thank god.” She breathed out practically sagging in relief. “Is everything ready?” Her eyes flicked to the door nervous that they were followed or that Jungkook would pop out of nowhere. For such a large man, he was suspiciously good at sneaky. She swore the kid had ninja skills to rival Mark’s. She never had figured out how Mark had managed to get into the estate all those times.

“Everything is as ready as it’s going to be. Are you ready?” He asked watching her with sympathetic eyes. They both knew what was going to happen next was not going to be pleasant.

“Do it quickly?” She begged trying to be brave despite how scared she felt. Anything could go wrong.

“It’ll be fine.” He reassured smiling as brightly as he could given the situation. “I have Jackson out there running interference. We don’t have long to get this done before someone notices that you’re missing and all hell breaks loose.”

“Just do it.”

She braced herself against the counter gritting her teeth in preparation for the pain that was to come, mouth set in a grim line.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured before moving her hair aside and making a cut on the back of her neck.

Y/N had to bite back a scream of pain at the sensation, but she had to bear it. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut taking in deep shuddering breaths to keep herself still and quiet. She couldn’t make a sound. If she made a sound, someone would definitely come running.

“Just hold on a few minutes. I’ll get it out, and then you’ll be done.” He promised trying to extract the chip.

She didn’t know what was worse, the incision or the digging around for the chip. It was like fire in her veins burning through her. She could only grit and bear it though.

“Is it out yet?” She hissed her whole face scrunched up in pain.

“I’ve almost got it. It’s a stubborn little bugger. Why on earth do they make these so tiny?” He cursed. “I’ve almost…. Got it!” He cheered holding a pair of tweezers with a tiny little blood covered chip pressed between the tongs. “Oh, shit, here let me help with the blood.”

Mark frantically grabbed towels pressing them against the wound he’d caused in the back of her neck. “Okay, keep pressure on that. I’ll grab the bandage.”

“You didn’t ruin the dress did you?” She joked a little breathless from the procedure.

“Luckily the low cut back managed to keep most of the blood from the fabric.” He smiled placing a bandage against her neck and laying her hair over it. “You ready to get out of here?”

“God, yes.” She said slipping of the ring that Namjoon had forced on her and dropping it to the bathroom floor. 

“Change into this then.”

She didn’t know how he did it, but he seemed to have pulled a black dress out of seemingly nowhere. She could swear the man was magic. The change was to make them less conspicuous as they tried to slip out of the party, and the gold Gucci gown that Taehyung had picked for her was anything but subtle, and subtlety was key in this situation.  

Once she was done, the pair slipped out of the bathroom wandering back out into the hall and back into the main room. They had to slip past all of the guests and back through the service hallways to make it to the getaway car. This was the hardest part of the whole plan, making it through the party in one piece. If any of Namjoon’s men or Namjoon himself figured them out, neither of them would be making it out of this.

What greeted them in the main room was not what she was expecting though. Everything had been fine less than ten minutes ago, but now the room was filled with a subdued hush as Namjoon stood in the middle of the room gun drawn on a horribly familiar figure being held on his knees by Jungkook.

“Oh God.” She breathed clutching onto Mark’s arm to keep herself steady.

“Don’t move.” He whispered into her ear. Both of their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.

Namjoon wasn’t saying anything, but the look on his face was anything but pleased, and the fact that JB was being held back by Hoseok and Taehyung didn’t make her feel any better about the situation.

She turned with wide frightened eyes to stare up at Mark. He shook his head warning her to keep quiet, to keep still.

“Where is she?” Namjoon’s deep voice spread through the room like a thick fog choking her.

“Go to hell.” Jackson spit hocking a glob of actual spit onto Namjoon’s dress shoes only to get himself pistol whipped.

“Do you think you can keep her from me?”  He seethed grabbing Jackson by the hair and forcing his head up. “Do you really think whatever ill-conceived plan you have is going to work, that I wouldn’t know you were up to something? Where is she?”

Jackson didn’t answer but his laugh filled the room deep and almost manic completely nonplused by the gun in his face or the man holding him down. “You’re not going to find her.”

The grin that settled over Namjoon’s features was nothing less than bone chilling. Namjoon was scary on a good day. He carried himself well always establishing himself as the most powerful man in the room, but tonight he exuded a dangerous aura, something lethal in his eyes. She hadn’t seen him like this before, not when she’d tried to run from him, not when she’d been bartered off to him, not when Jackson had cornered her at the wedding. There was no warmth or mercy in the man before her.

“You have ten seconds to tell me where she is.”

Jackson grinned. “Go to hell, you fucking son of a bitch.”

And there were no ten seconds, only the unforgiving sound of a gun echoing through the room.

Everything seemed to slow down, the world held its breath for a moment as Jackson fell out of Jungkook’s hold and onto the ground eyes wide and empty as the hole in his forehead. She nearly collapsed with him if it weren’t for Mark’s arms holding her up, and the hand across her mouth that stopped her screams from echoing across the room and alerting Namjoon to her presence.

And then everything sped up again. People were running trying to clear the room to escape Namjoon’s wrath while his men searched around the room for her and gunshots rained down on the members of GOT7. JB was the first to fall after Jackson, the others following swiftly behind.

“We have to go.” Mark whispered voice shaking as he tugged her in the direction of the door.

“We can’t leave him.” She sobbed fighting his hold to get back to him. “We can’t leave him there.”

“There’s nothing we can do now.”

“That’s my brother. That’s Jackson. I can’t leave him there.”

Mark didn’t let up though dragging her through the crowd easily hiding her in the rush of people trying to leave. “We can’t do anything for him, but I can still do something for you.”

An underling approached Namjoon clutching Y/N’s dress in his hands. “Sir? I found this in the bathroom along with some bloody towels.”

With no hesitation Namjoon put a bullet between his eyes turning his furious gaze to Yoongi and Hoseok. “Find her. I don’t care what you have to do. Find her.”

She didn’t know where in the process of fleeing she lost her shoes, but she knew they were gone. Mark ran with her through the streets trying to get her numb figure to safety. She was shoved, prodded, and dragged all the way to the airport. Their getaway flight was nothing glamorous, a cargo plane that had been paid off to take them to Moscow, and from there who knew where else. She was cold, heartbroken, uncomfortable, and exhausted, but she was safe. She was free.

epilogue

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