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guttergirlcore · 9 months

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East Coast Baby III (JJ Maybank x reader)

WARNINGS // NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, possessive behavior, stalking, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jealousy, manipulation, toxicity, gaslighting, non-canon ages, pogue!reader, she/her reader, mentions of familial trauma, Luke jump-scare, angst, bit of smut at the end

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Synopsis // Running from a trauma-addled past, you arrive in OBX to find some peace. Shortly after, a series of strange events ensue, drawing your circle smaller and smaller, eventually driving you into the arms of one JJ Maybank. What you hadn't realized, however, is how difficult it would be to escape the one person you never thought you'd have to run from.

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You were starting to settle into the Pogue life.

Gathered outside The Chateau, Pope swung lazily in the hammock, Kie sat cross-legged on an overturned bucket, and you and JJ sat on a long, wide log, legs pressed together at your close proximity.

You had been hanging with the Pogues for a solid week now, though you all saw increasingly less and less of John B.- a fact that set Kiara on edge.

“You do realize he’s hanging out with that bitch, Sarah Cameron, right?” Kie said to the group, aggravated.

You were familiar enough with the island at this point to recognize the name. Sarah Cameron: Rafe’s sister and daughter to the Kook King, Ward Cameron. You remembered seeing her standing next to Topper that night at The Boneyard, though the two of you hadn’t had any interaction.

“Well, John B. is working for her father- so yeah, she’s gonna be around him, Kie,” Pope said, exasperated.

“You don’t get it, okay? This is, like, the beginning of the end. He’s gonna start hanging out with her and not us. Soon it’ll be all Sarah, no Pogues. What happened to P4L? I mean, am I the only one concerned about this shit?” She stared pointedly at the rest of your group.

“Uh, yeah”

“Yup.” Pope and JJ replied in quick succession.

Kie threw up her hands and stalked off inside John B.’s unlocked house. Pope shot you and JJ an apologetic look as he chased her inside, leaving the two of you alone.

JJ moved his hand over to your knee and you jumped slightly and the unexpected touch.

“What? It’s okay to touch you, right?” JJ asked, smirking.

You noticed how touchy JJ had become since the morning you woke up entangled in his arms after the party at the Boneyard. That morning, you quietly slipped out of his grasp and walked home before you had to endure the usual awkwardness that would be sure to follow if he were awake, but JJ hadn’t mentioned it since.

That was several days ago, however, and you were slowly becoming more accustomed to his penchant for physical contact. You dared say you even liked it.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you smiled back at him, placing your hand atop his. JJ’s skin glowed a warm amber in the afternoon light.

“Hey, I wanted to tell you that you’re sort of formally invited to our secret surf spot,” he smiled. “’ Our’ as in the Pogues,” he further clarified.

“Oh, and when were you planning on telling me about this super sick top-secret spot?” you laughed lightheartedly.

“Well, we had a council meeting and decided to initiate you... seeing as we’re kind of together now-” JJ looked up at you, his normally cocky smirk dissolving into nervousness.

You were a bit surprised if you were being honest. It was definitely true that you had grown closer to JJ than the others in the past week, and the two of you already admitted your feelings freely. And you certainly didn’t forget the night after the Boneyard- but a gnawing feeling told you that this was moving too fast. Still, you liked JJ, right? What was the point in prolonging the inevitable? You and JJ were bound to get together, so what was the holdup?

“We are together, right?” JJ asked after a beat.

“I’d like that, yeah,” you admitted. JJ’s wide grin returned immediately.

“But I have to tell you something... and you’re really not gonna like it,” you said in your most serious tone.

“What is it?” JJ asked, the look of concern returning to his features.

“I don’t know how to surf.”

“Shit, I can teach you that,” JJ laughed, visibly relieved. “Challenged accepted.”

You laughed with him. “Game on.”

You, JJ, Pope, and Kie sat around talking until the light started to dim in the sky. John B. never made a reappearance, which was sure to stir up some shit tomorrow.

After a while, JJ dropped you off back home before heading to his. The whole ride there, he kept thinking about what you told him.

You’re together.

He was sure he was smiling like an absolute dork, but he couldn’t help it. You were his now, and you always would be if he had any say in it.

JJ thought back to the morning after the Boneyard party. You had slipped out of his grasp like smoke, gone before he even had the sense to wipe the sleep from his eyes. How had he been so deep in sleep that he didn’t notice you leave him?

Truly, it was all because of you anyway. He hadn’t slept like that in months- so soundlessly, so deeply. It was as if your near presence entranced him in a coma-like state. He hadn’t been able to sleep through the night since, constantly getting up and pacing the floors. When that grew tiresome, JJ found himself making the trek to your house on foot, mindful not to wake you with the sound of his motorbike. He’d make his way around the house to your window, hoping that the mere sight of you would soothe him enough to find some sleep, but he was always disappointed to find his view obstructed by the heavy curtains you pulled closed at night.

You were so cautious, so guarded. JJ wouldn’t let you be that way with him, though. He wouldn’t let you slip away ever again.

Just as JJ let his mind travel to darker, perverse thoughts of you, he pulled into his yard and saw the dark lump of someone passed out on the porch sofa. Luke.

Careful not to wake him, JJ turned off his bike and dismounted as quietly as possible. His boots softly crunched on the ground. As he made it to the front of the house, the three steps creaked under his weight. He silently cursed to himself, but Luke was still dead to the world on the sofa.

If only that were really the case, JJ thought.

He was almost to the door when his foot came crashing down onto a discarded beer can. The aluminum crunched and popped, startling Luke out of sleep.

In seconds, Luke was up, grabbing at the collar of JJ’s t-shirt.

“Who told you to wake me, boy?” Luke screamed, spit flying from his alcohol-scented mouth. “You have any idea how long I’ve been working? I don’t deserve a minute of fucking sleep, huh?”

JJ pushed him back and he stumbled, his balance unsteady from his beverage of choice.

Usually, JJ would ignore Luke. Let him have his tantrums and then get the hell out of dodge. But here he was, yelling at JJ about interrupting his moment of peace- did Luke ever worry about what he was interrupting? JJ should be the one pissed at Luke for interrupting his thoughts of you- the only thing that gave him any peace these days.

“You don’t work,” JJ spat bitterly. “Moving drugs for some third-grade dropout for four dollars an hour doesn’t count.”

“You little shit-” Luke jumped back at JJ, fisting his shirt and throwing him against the house. He threw punch after punch until JJ’s knees buckled and he doubled-over onto the wooden floor of the porch.

One thought persisted in his mind as Luke’s steel-toed boots met his stomach: he needed to find you.

A repetitive tapping noise sounded at your window, and you jumped when you noticed JJ’s face looming in the darkness behind the curtains.

You crossed the room, pulling open the window pane. JJ wasted no time climbing in like he’d been doing it all his life.

“I had to see you,” he said a little shakily.

You examined his expression a bit closer at the waver in his usually strong, confident voice. His eyes were a little glossed-over and shifty, his eyebrows drawn together, hard lines appearing between them. Was he drunk? High, maybe? You had only just separated for the night an hour or two ago, but you knew he liked to partake in both from time to time, so you wondered.

No, you thought. You knew this look. It was one you’d seen appear on your own face for too long. It was fear in its purest form.

“JJ, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned now. JJ was always so sure of himself. You thought just about nothing could rattle him.

He said nothing, only pulling you into a near-bone-crushing hug. Your body relaxed into his, allowing him to be soothed by your presence.

“I just really had to be near you,” JJ whispered into your shoulder, his head nestled there.

He was really worrying you now, but you knew better than to pry. You rubbed circles on his back until he picked his head up, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I want to kiss you,” he breathed, hardly audible. His soft pink lips were mere inches from yours.

You took a sharp intake of breath. “Then do it.”

That was all the permission JJ needed. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands finding your waist and squeezing tightly as if he would never let you go. Both of you were out of breath when you finally pulled apart, JJ’s hands never leaving your body.

“Some kiss,” you chuckled lightly, head buzzing from his nearness. He crushed you to his body in another hug and you slipped your hands up the back of his shirt, craving his warmth. When your hands met wetness, you pulled back. Crimson red stained the tips of one hand.

“JJ, what the fuck?” You stepped back and lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the lower purple and black bruises dotting his abdomen. There were a few shallow cuts present along his torso- the source of the blood. “Take this off,” you demanded.

JJ obliged, allowing you to gently ease him out of his shirt. You stifled the horrible combination of a sob and gasp in your throat.

Your fingers reached out, ghosting over the wounds at his sides, your eyes meeting his in a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

“Um, so my dad’s back...” JJ cast his gaze down to the floor, hand wrapping loosely around your lifted wrist.

“JJ, what the fuck,” you repeated, angrily this time. “You should have told me,” you shook loose from him, stalking off to the bathroom to grab the first aid supplies.

“I did tell you,” JJ started as you reentered your room.

“You told me your dad drinks too much, not that he hits you,” you emphasized.

“It doesn’t matter. You couldn’t have done anything anyway.”

“I wouldn’t have let you go back to him,” you stared at him incredulously. “And you aren’t going back to him tonight. You’re staying here, with me.”

JJ’s blue eyes met yours, unshed tears welling there. You grasped his arms, guiding him down into the soft chair in the corner of your room. You plopped down on the floor in front of him, soaking cotton in an antiseptic spray. You dabbed at some of the nastier cuts and JJ winced.

“Sorry J,” you said apologetically.

“No, it’s fine. It feels nice, really. You’re a lot gentler than my old man,” he laughed, though now it was your turn to wince.

How could JJ’s dad do this to him? JJ looked like a sad, beaten puppy in your armchair, vulnerable and exposed. How could he do this?

Of course, you knew very well how he could. It was the same way your father could.

Before you could be entirely swallowed by the dark memories threatening to pull you back, JJ spoke again.

“You’re good at this. At taking care of people, I mean.”

You smiled at him sadly. “I’ve had practice. You’re not the only one with shitty parents.”

A look of recognition and then horror crossed JJ’s face. How had he not guessed it? It was all there. There in the way you jumped at loud noises. There in the way you tried your damnedest to isolate yourself from everyone entirely. It was why you were so gentle with him. Because you knew what it was to have to be tough.

Even though he wanted to give you time to open up to him on your own, he had to know now.

“Tell me.” He demanded, almost angry sounding.

“Not much more to tell than what you’ve probably guessed. My dad likes to hit. Things, walls, people.” you shrugged. “I used to take care of my mom like this when they got into it,” you said as you gently rubbed cream into the darker bruises.

JJ was silent for several seconds, just staring into your face. Was it pity he was feeling towards you? He was in a similar situation now, and you figured he’d understand, but maybe not. You briefly questioned if you should have told him anything at all.

Just as your face was growing hot from a nagging feeling of shame, JJ spoke in a deep tone.

“Come here,” he instructed, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap.

Straddling him, he placed his hands on both sides of your face as you leaned into a deep kiss. He pulled back after a long moment.

“No one is ever going to touch you like that again. Not while I’m here,” he said, gravely serious.

You wanted to believe him, but as JJ’s shirtless, battered torso lay beneath you, you understood the utter helplessness of both of your situations.

Still, your eyes misted with unexpected tears. No one had cared so fiercely for you before. It felt nice if you were honest.

Before you could respond, JJ’s lips were back on yours, kissing you with a newfound hunger. One of his hands traveled down to your throat while the other cupped the underside of your ass. Soon his kisses were trailing a blazing hot path down your neck and chest.

“JJ, wait...” you gasped, breathless by the sudden pace.

JJ instantly pulled back, concern building in his eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

You thought for a moment. “No,” you breathed before your mind could catch up to your mouth.

“Good,” he grunted out. JJ’s lips resumed their spot on your neck while his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling up and over your head so that you were both bare from the waist up.

His mouth instantly attached to your erect nipple, swirling his tongue along the mound. You tossed your head back- the warm, wet confines of his mouth sucking your sensitive skin in just the right way to elicit a moan from your lips.

He shifted his hips up and you gasped at the hard bulge pressed against your core. You instinctively ground down on him, pulling a strangled moan from his throat.

He stood abruptly with you in his arms, your legs instantly wrapping around his hips.

“I need you right now,” JJ panted into your mouth, your hands tangling in his soft hair.

“You have me,” you whispered in response.

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Hello, when you can I’d like a little something for Altair, Connor, Edward, Jacob, Arno and Ezio. I was watching Harry Potter and when Hermione smells the potion which clarifies who/what shes attracted to. So that gave me an idea for an ask. What is each characters ^^ signature scent like do they smell like mangos random I know but an example. I don’t necessarily mean perfume though I mean by natural scents.

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ooooo it's always interesting to get headcanon requests about the characters themselves and not ones that involve the reader. I feel like I could talk ab these boys for so long after how much time I've put into playing the games and reading the books lol

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Altaïr, Ezio, Edward, Connor, Arno, Jacob

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ his own scent and frankincense.

♡ Altaïr's clothes have captured the labours of his occupation and the smoke of the incense burning in the bureau. It's a lingering but subtle smell.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ezio auditore

♡ musk and amber.

♡ these were both popular scents during the renaissance and he smells quite strongly of it. During the renaissance, people believed that miasma carried disease and so they would try to ward off illness with more pleasant scents (think of the lyrics to Ring Around the Rosie). Though, he's still an assassin so it's not too string that you can smell it unless you're very, very close to him, that is.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ edward kenway

♡ the sea breeze.

♡ the salt in the air has made its way into nearly every part of Edward after so many years at sea, notably his clothes and sun-bleached hair. He always smells like the seas that have become like a second home to him.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ fresh rainfall or sage.

♡ Connor spends a lot of his time outdoors so I think that would show in how his clothes and hair smell. He would smell of the fresh rainfall that he just got back from being caught in, of ferns and pine needles. Also, I think Connor would keep up with some of his cultural practices, even after what happened to his village. Perhaps burning white sage and inviting in better energy in the place of what it's cleared out is one of them? He would smell like the smoke after.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

♡ coffee and old books.

♡ the guy lives above a café and has stacks upon stacks of books and papers around him. They've permeated the air of his whole living space and, consequently, him. On worse days, he might smell more like the wine he downed to forget his troubles the night before but his entire wardrobe has been filled with the scent of coffee and he doesn't even realise at this point that his home smells like a library.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ jacob frye

♡ soot and violets.

♡ Victorian London had a definite issue with the smog everywhere as a consequence of industrialisation and he lives on a train so the smell of soot has, without a doubt, embedded itself in his clothes. Cologne wasn't a very big thing at the time and Victorians had moved on from believing in miasma, germ theory having been popularised. Perfume was no longer practical but aesthetic and wasn't very popular among men in the late 1860's. However, Evie once bought a violet perfume that she quickly grew sick of but Jacob quite liked. He doesn't wear a lot but it's enough for a few people to pick up on and he uses it as an opportunity to get close and flirt.

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sanguutrash · 8 months

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Seraph of The End and its plot

Let me clarify this: Seraph of The End is a masterpiece, a work of literary art. Despite this, it has a lot of problems with its plot.

Let me state the extremely obvious; Seraph of The End is on an acid trip at this point of the plot. There's a lot of plot twists, and definitely some plot inconsistencies. This is probably because Kagami is changing up stuff so that it matches with his ideal outcome/ending for it, of course. Not to say it's near, since it's still a total clusterfuck and a lot of things have to be clarified before the manga can progress (not to mention it is MONTHLY, so we get 12 chapters per year to work with).

I personally, don't understand how YUU is MIKAELA. This is physically impossible, because, we know that Yuu is the eyeball. Not the fucking human???? unless Yuu is being stupid again and misreading his memories. Like, Michaela named the eyeball, the first Yuu, you know... Yuu. That just doesn't make sense. The eyeball basically gave life to a bunch of humans, so it would more be Yuu's child than a vessel of Yuu. Michaela and Yuu do not appear to be similar at all. You can tell because of the way his personality starts out. A fearful child, and a generic tsundere teenager. He just grows more innocent and foolishly blinded by his affection for life as time progresses. Michaela isn't exactly innocent in the child-like sense, he's more curious. Curious as to why life is... well, life. Honestly, I just don't get it at all. I just have no other way to explain it.

And then, where would Mikaela get his personality from? We know he's a successful clone of Michaela, but we don't know much about him [MIKAELA] as a person. We know a lot about Yuu, he's the first main lead; who the story is about. However, the story is centric around Mika too. So, it's inconsistent and just all the more confusing.

Shinoa Squad, GureMahi, and KrulFeri. (Not using their names as shipping, but more of an abbrev. for their names since theyre seen together) What about them? We have no idea what's going on with them. Since, our original leads in the previous plot arc was centric around them too. Shinoa Squad has been there from the start, so what'll be made of that? Seriously, seems like Kagami just cut them out and forgot them.

The plot is literally inconsistent as shit. Everything went downhill from the conversion of Mika to cursed gear and forth. After that it just got so much more confusing than it actually should be. And yet again, the story falls victim to the plot inconsistencies! Wow. Surprising. The story still remains interesting, but it's still extremely, extremely confusing. This may also ward off newer readers, because it's just not easy to wrap your head around unless you like overanalyzing stuff.

[END. If you are a MikaYuu or YuuNoa shipper, continue reading.]

Alright, now there's two possible ship endings that I can think of right now when it comes to our main leads.

A.) MikaYuu. They've been together from the start, they are the epitome of "It was always you", sacrificed everything to be with each other, show parallels to a ship considered "semi-canon" according to the ship wiki (this being GureMahi, as it has the most material to have parallels be made to)., and of course is a fan favorite. This can work, if Kagami decides to please his readers with something that you wouldn't see in a shounen: queers. I can see the world ending again, with Mika and Yuu sitting together, smiling at the destruction. [Although, I picture Mika slightly less happy.] Yuu and Mika watch as their greed has caused all of this, but they just don't seem to care all that much. After all, they're together.

B.) YuuNoa. They're the main leads. Main female, main male. They display parallels to GureMahi as well (but I find they have less), Shinoa's canon crush on Yuuichirou (that I will write a masterpost analyzing later), it's a shounen there has to be some straights somewhere, maybe Shinoa's love will have some good outcome for her. For YuuNoa, I picture that Yuu decides to revive the world (with Mika being by his side, can't kill off the main guy completely), with Shinoa finally having the strength to profess her love. Yuuichirou being like "WOW!! You like me!? AWESOME!!!!" and boom, they hold hands or something.

I'm mentioning these potential endings because shounen has some kind of outcome for their main characters. (ex: naruto's marriage, goku and chichi, ichigo and orihime, etc.) Of course, it's up to Kagami with what he wants to do with the romantic tensions. As for my stance on ships? Whatever seems the most canon at that moment is what I will support. Of course, as long as it isn't fucking disgusting. At this moment, it looks like MikaYuu is going to be canon. This may change, but I'm all for some queers.

SO, to conclude: Owari no Seraph is kind of a clusterfuck, and that's not a good thing. If it's gonna be saved, Kagami has a lot of explaining to do. Potential endings with ships can happen, depending on what Kagami wants to do with the story.

Send asks about topics you want me to maybe cover!! I'd love to do that :)

#anything bolded is a tl;dr of the paragraph #seraph of the end #owari no seraph #owari no serafu #mikaela hyakuya #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #mitsuba sangu #shiho kimizuki #yoichi saotome #hiiragi mahiru #guren ichinose #ferid bathory #krul tepes

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twistedapple · 5 months

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In reaction to kiss-inferna's post regarding devils' and cambions' ability to feel fear, which was very interesting to consider, I'd like to share a bit of draft from my fic.

It is set right after the smut chapter. I suggest you read it to understand what's happening with Raphael's introspection.

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The smell of sulfur told him that he was in Avernus, back to his House of Hope, yet he paid even less mind to it than usual. The mix of cold rose, incense, sweet orange and lavender was lingering, one last trace of his debauched night. He could have thought that he had been too far, but he was quite pleased by the turn of event with the sweet little genasi. His thoughts trailed back to her delightful ministrations, the ghosts of her moans still ringing in his ears. His name hadn't crosser her lips however, and he felt it needed to be corrected. A part of him replied that it was merely an excuse to keep indulging, and he didn't deny it. But having an excuse helped reducing the impression he was being too generous.

Still, he couldn't help but notice that he had a fine night, and not just from the activities he had enjoyed. He was used to agitated nights, dreams that felt in turn encouraging, in turn threatening. It was common for him to toss and turn, and document the dreams as soon as he woke up - putting them into words helped him clarify the visions, helped him decrypt the hidden meanings and put his thoughts and emotions back in order.

He wasn't sure if it was because he had been well spent, or fully relaxed from the care Nuria had lavished him with afterwards - maybe both -, but no strange dream came to agitate him that night. The memory of her arms gently wrapped against him and their legs getting tangled as he fell asleep, how he had woken up sprawled - taking most of the place in the bed, as he usually would - yet with the light weight of her arm across his chest as she was fast asleep next to him, momentarily tricked him into feeling the lingering traces of her touches. Nuria's apartment was softly lit by the morning sun, and he remembered the feeling of peace that had momentarily taken him, in that space that was so different from the House of Hope, the silence of Quill Ward only broken by the song of a nearby bird.

This was the strangest part. He was used to be the one giving orders, the one owning everything around him. In his house, the only song in the fiery mornings of Avernus would be the moans of the souls he had trapped - a sweet and familiar sound, a reminder of his power that was music to his ears. Last night, things had been turned on their head - yet in a way that never really felt offensive. Nuria had a way of doing things that was terribly enticing, and it came to him that he had given himself to her almost as much as she had done so for him. Almost.

Then, as it was coming to him that he wanted more of that, he corrected the thought: she had to be reminded that he was the one calling the shots.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 OC #bg3 OC nuria #nuria yr ashemmi el kacem #yes raphael she made you feel hot and bothered and you liked it you hypocrit

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roobylavender · 1 month

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i love ur critiques. what are 1 or 2 things per bat character (whether irt their fans, character, or comics) that you dont like?

(or if not every bat then just those u want <33)

thank you for the compliment! i'll do fan criticisms since that's always more fun

bruce

idk if it's an outright dislike but i feel like bruce fans who get up in arms about him killing simply do not take the time to understand his moral code across the span of his narrative.. bruce should never intentionally attempt to murder unless driven to absolute extremes and the few issues in which this idea was explored by mike w. barr the ultimate outcome was meant to demonstrate why bruce should never intentionally attempt to murder (e.g., in son of the demon his murder of qayin effectively amounts to nothing and leaves him bereft of talia's companionship and the start of their family together; in batman: full circle if he went through with the murder of the reaper another child would be left orphaned and that is not a reality bruce wants to facilitate). they are character studies and should be treated as such! however alternatively i do not think bruce has as concrete feelings about unintentional murder. if he's in a chaotic situation and he has to choose between saving a civilian and saving a supervillain, he will choose the civilian, and that's okay! sometimes you have to prioritize! and dick and cass are there to feel guilty for not being able to save everyone lol

dick

i am constantly confused with dick fans' simultaneous frustration over his permanent removal to batman editorial (valid, correct, etc.) and their desire to frame him as the omnipresent big brother figure to everyone in the bat family. like.. are these not contradictory to each other lmao. i've discussed it before but it feels like many of them want to combat the idea that he's a bad big brother even though he was realistically under no obligation to do anything for bruce's other wards/adoptees like mans had already left the house! he did not have a relationship with those kids and he doesn't have to. it doesn't make me think lesser of him at all

every dick fan should be required to read up on wally and garth outside of teen titans comics before even daring to speak on either of them idgaf

jason

i'm gna skip him because i feel like 70% of my account is dedicated to discussing what i don't like about most jason fans

tim

admittedly i have less context to clarify this confusion because my reading stops abruptly in like 2002 but i'm very confused with tim fans' simultaneous positioning of him as this boy scout representation of why batman will always need a robin! and their complete indulgence in his emo boy era. i still haven't read said emo era because again [see above] but i feel like a lonely place of dying can very clearly be read as the start to a tragedy because it's insane for any thirteen year old to think he has to be the one to make sure gotham's vigilante apparatus remains functioning. reading robin (1993) is jarring in the most effective way possible because it's these moments of tim trying to lead a normal, trivial, everyday life juxtaposed against moments where he's in an outright terror zone or seconds away from beating a man to death or throwing a temper tantrum because bruce didn't respect his privacy even though it was in the interest of reassuring stephanie that tim was okay. tim unfortunately comes from a place of privilege and is not in any sense emotionally equipped to deal with what he gets into and i don't know how people think that starts with jack's death in identity crisis and not years prior with the beginning of his stint

to the above end, i truly don't care about the debate over tim's various secret identities and out of all of the bat kids i think he is the one most desperately in need of permanent retirement. let him indulge his stalker tendencies and photography talents per some other means (investigative journalism) before he goes insane

stephanie

i'm sure batgirl (2009) is a cute book or whatever (aside from its characterization of damian..) but i'm never going to read it and the idea that the spoiler identity wasn't sufficient to explore stephanie as a character is just.. eternally stupid to me. like obv most people acknowledge that the decision to make her into robin was one intended to set her up for failure but i also don't know why she ever needed to become batgirl later on. spoiler is not an identity adjacent to the red hood wherein stephanie is using it as a crutch to deter herself from achieving closure with her trauma and the only reason editorial made her ditch it is because they hate anyone not fitting into the robin-batgirl dichotomy

do steph fans like timst*ph? idk. i'm anti romantic timst*ph but i like the idea of them remaining besties provided tim works through his plethora of issues and biases

damian

in the tim vs. damian debate i am squarely on tim's side lol.. if i was a fifteen year old who witnessed my dad, best friend, and girlfriend violently die within the span of like a year and then saw the one thing to which i had clung for the past three years of my life like a psychological lifeline ripped away from me for the sake of a random kid with severe attitude issues i too would develop into the most caustic teenager known to man. obv editorial racism has its part to play in this but i'm annoyed that people constantly opt to dogpile on tim and not the writers because frankly tim's reaction to the circumstances is completely predicated

i'm not interested in dialoguing with damian fans who want to maintain any part of talia's (and by extension bruce's) abusive parenting in canon. i don't care how crucial it is to his character origins and development. that's not my concern and new 52 should have wiped him out of existence or rebooted his character entirely from scratch if they wanted me to care

alfred

does this man even have fans

barbara

i'm never going to understand dickb*bs like not even from a ship war or dick is an asshole perspective i just genuinely don't think barbara would ever have given him the time of day in that regard. he was a kid she knew once who maybe had a crush on her at one point before he moved away to another city and developed his own life there. why should she care about that. as if she doesn't have her own life! i know barbara has not been afforded many options in terms of romance and that dick has been the overarching love interest she's portrayed alongside but idk i don't think we have to make concessions merely because something is canon. canon can suck and we can reject it because it sucks even if it's omnipresent

the brub*bs versus dickb*bs situation is kind of funny to me because like yes the execution of these relationships in the timmverse is obv horrid and gag inducing but also as i recall in the comics barbara originally did have a crush on the batman or she was at least fascinated by him lol.. like i don't support it obv and her crush on him was as much fleeting and childish as was dick's crush on her and i faaaaar prefer bruce and barbara's bestieship. but it's funny to me that people would ship one and condemn the other like pot meet kettle lol

standard disclaimer that i can't do cass and duke bc idk enough about either of them 😔

#outbox

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The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries: The House on Possessed Hill

I've never read any of the Hardy Boys books. The reason for this is that our headmistress subjected Enid Blyton's books to the same unfounded criticism levelled at the Hardy Boys books in the US: that they weren't proper literature and would stop the kids reading any proper literature. On this basis she banned the books completely from school premises and systematically shamed anyone caught with them. Of course the result was that Famous Five and Secret Seven books were passed around surreptitiously like the contraband they were and nobody at my school read the wildly successful Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew because they weren't banned.

I did, however, manage to watch the TV adaptations later, in my teens. Perhaps I should clarify that this post is about the 1977 to 1979 ABC series starring Parker Stevenson, Shaun Cassidy and Pamela Sue Martin or Janet Louise Johnson. I loved the mysterious theme tune and the plots. It's a show of the genre that I like to think of as aspirational for early teens: the kids are definitely kids but just older enough that they have a freedom the viewers don't have so that it can prompt dreaming, hero worship, or even crushes. This was never the effect of the Famous Five, which was clearly set in a world which didn't exist and where the kids had a freedom that no kids in human history have ever had. In the books Frank and Joe are permanently 16 and 17 respectively, which is probably just the right age to get this effect, They're probably a bit older in this series but still apparently free of the adult responsibilities of earning a living, studying, family, and so on.

The House on Possesed Hill is an absolute superb episode which basically takes the plot of a horror film and twists it slightly to fit in into the mould of the show. Joe and Frank come across Stacey, a young woman who is running away from a baying crowd who are after her. She wants to shelter from them in a mysterious house and she says the townspeople are after her because they think she is a witch: their evidence for this is that she foresaw an accident a friend had.

The show plays her psychic abilities very straight, at no point questioning what she says. In fact it seems uncanny.

Rightly, I think, at the beginning the townspeople just keep their distance from the house and don't give any excuse to Joe for being after her. This is somehow much more scary than the classic horror film tropes where she's either excaped from the local Nursing Home for the Insane Daughters of Gentlefolk (Matron: Jessica Fletcher) or she is the ward in court of the town sheriff who for no apparent reason doesn't want to go back to his house. We hear them talking amongst themselves and they do believe the house is cursed.

In fact the local sheriff doesn't help at all, saying that there's nothing he can do because it's not illegal to want to speak to someone and demanding that a crime be committed or else the Hardy boys had better shut up or leave his town. But then, ACAB.

In fact I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that on first viewing I completely missed that the house Stacey and Joe escape into is of course the house from Psycho. Since realising its identity I have seen that it's been used endlessly in film and TV since obviously a boy's best friend is his mother. I was going to make a quip that the only show it hasn't appeared in is Murder, She Wrote, but of course it's even made an appearance in that. Damnit this show follows the old dark house trope to the extent of having a mysterious hand pull out the telephone wire just as Joe tries to make a call.

The show returns to the world of the classic horror film when Joe and Frank take Stacey home and she's met by the family doctor, who is utterly creepy. Despite Stacey having been seen by specialists in New York who couldn't make head nor tail of her, Dr Creepy then does some kind of regression in the show which mysteriously reveals everything that has happened in her life. Medical ethics, anyone?

If you want a criticism of this episode you might possibly feel that it's got an embarras des richesses in the multiple possible explanations for what's going on in the house leading to a conclusion where it turns out it's several at once. However since the point of this episode is to draw from about every old dark house film ever, that's the point. There's also my enduring query about this show that Parker Stevenson was too old for the role he plays.

This is an excellent episode drawing on the rich horror film tradition.

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Wait, you're making a Nozomi Takahashi AU??? I'm all ears to hear about it!!! Now I'm excited!!!!

To answer that, yesn't. She is a major reoccurring character but it's not about her completely. The AU is mostly MHA-based where superpowers called Specials exist and the Matsunos are some of the few "lucky" ones to get it. However, it feels more like a curse that they're targetted by the Black Factory (who are the main antagonists here) with those close to them included and such, have to become vigilantes to stop their plans before its' too late. As for Nozomi, she's in the AU but not in a role you'd expect. Here, she's a country girl who recently transfers to Akatsuka Ward for her second year of high school and doesn't know the Matsunos at first, until later on when she gets involved. The twist is, she's not the love interest of Karamatsu...but the love interest of Choromatsu instead due to Karamatsu being taken by an OC and plus there's an age gap with both (Nozomi's 17 and Kara's 21). I should also clarify the Matsus aren't sextuplets in this AU, being a year older than each other save for a two year gap between Kara and Choro. (17 to 22 years old)

I haven't focused on ChoroNozo yet as there's still pieces being built up but it's more on the awkward romance side, as while she's more outgoing and sociable here, Nozomi's a bit naive due to her being a countryside upbringing with Choro being a shy person with social skills that need a lot of room to work. You can read the fic here and follow its' blog @tihos if you want (which is empty until now). Just be aware that the fic does get dark at times.

#osomatsu san #nozomi takahashi #osomatsu san au #osomatsu san fanfic

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Uruwashi no yoi no tsuki chapter 24 review and... Why does everyone mess with Yoi?

I'm glad I waited for more translations of chapter 24 to get a more accurate look at everything. And I have to say that it makes me a little angry that people mess with Yoi so much for things that Ichimura also does (not all of them, luckily, but there are many fans. Machismo? Where? Haha). I mean, both he and she have screwed up because this isn't a relationship (not yet, anyway). To begin with, it was Ichimura himself who complained to Yoi first for not having told him about Oji (who has done him wrong and she sincerely apologizes for it) and then for SPENDING FREE TIME WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HIM (But what do you say, darling? How self-centered is this guy...). However, the bad guy is Yoi for reproaching her, in turn, for something similar (that she went to the restaurant with a girl she didn't know, who wasn't going to introduce her to her as many say, read the previous chapter well!) and then getting angry because she She has been branded as an easy girl because of her insecurities (or at least as I have understood it).

As I said, they are both doing it wrong because they are not clear about it, nor do they clarify many things that (at least, I think so) are important to have a good relationship (they are teenagers and Yoi is new to relationships, so it is normal too). . But it is that, in addition, he adds the fact that they are exaggeratedly different

(I've never believed that opposites attract. It's nice to have differences to complement each other, but it's also important to have similarities! Or so I see, what do you think?)

and that there is a lot of sexual tension involved and BUUUUUUUUUM!

Let's get to the good stuff though, I have things to say about that too! The FRIENDSHIP in this chapter is beyond brilliant. In general, I really like the friends that Yamamori creates and here, although it may not seem like it at first, they do not fall short. As soon as she appears, Yoi's friends notice that something is wrong with her and immediately become concerned for her well-being without forcing her to tell them what's going on. And on the other hand there are Kuwabatake and Sentaro, Ichimura's friends, who unfortunately fulfill all the whims of their lord king, but thanks to that we can admire Kuwa's beautiful faces of boredom (not everything can be, haha).

Not even his friends can stand it anymore, haha.

Oh! But I also wanted to put some emphasis on the girls who give Yoi things as gifts, because I think they are the most polite and likeable ones to date.

Anyway, despite everything I complain about, as you can see I'm still here, haha, I'm still reading, because, on the one hand, I like to see how Yamamori has improved over time. I feel that there is not as much padding as there could be in his previous works (Daytime Shooting Star and even in my beloved, Tsubaki-chou lonely planet, which is still my favorite) and that he follows a clearer and more drawn line in this story. And in turn, the drawing, the characters (that are not possible love interests, haha) and the protagonist (my ward, at this point, haha) I love them. But I also need to vent about the little future I see for such a relationship, and my hope that Kuwabatake is the ultimate love interest, okay? xd

See you in the next chapter (if I have something to say)^^.

#uruwashi no yoi no tsuki #uruwashi no yoi 24 #review #mika yamamori #yoi takiguchi #kohaku ichimura #my opinion #commentary #Kuwabatake KING #a little humor

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Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that.

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me.

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused.

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions?

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught.

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you.

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike.

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong.

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what?

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting.

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time.

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah.

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident).

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft.

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug.

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first.

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me.

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

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shitpostingfromthebarricade · 2 years

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Hey!

I don't know if you're the right person to ask, but I want to read Les Mis in english (not my first language) and I wonder which translation you'd recommend?

Thanks for any reply!

Hi!

So there's a lot of takes on this question, so I'd like to open by saying that any translation you pick will tell the story of Les Mis and also that most people imprint on their first translation anyway; as someone who is reading in a language that is not your first, I'm sure that some translations may have strengths that I as a native English speaker wouldn't consider, and I encourage you to explore as possible.

With that said, I'm going to try to answer this question below the cut in a bit more depth.

Wraxall: first English translation (1862), released in England. In my experience, not particularly bad nor particularly illuminating. I mostly own this translation for the absolutely lovely Lynd Ward illustrations.

Wilbour: first American English translation (1863). The language is a bit dated and unclear in some spots (and there is a later edition that clarifies some of these points — keep reading), but overall it's pretty solid.

(there's an obscure American translation from around this time from the Confederacy that cuts out all denunciations of slavery that I do not personally recommend for obvious reasons)

Hapgood: Hapgood (1887) is the translation you'll always see online for free. If a copy of Les Mis does not specify the translator, it is most likely Miss Isabel Hapgood. I personally find Hapgood a bit difficult to parse in some areas, but I've also been assured that many spots align very closely with a literal translation from French and that people who do speak French like that. In my opinion, because it is the one that is free and also the easiest to find, I would recommend buying a physical copy of a different translation or holding out for a Hapgood with a very pretty cover; however, if Hapgood's what you want and/or what you have available, please, get Hapgood. (If it matters at all, I think that this is the translation that most of The Iconic quotes come from, in case you're waiting for that iconic "Do you permit it?" and don't wanna get slapped by a "Is it okay?")

After Isabel is a long period with no new translations, and then suddenly we see a revival.

Denny: Norman was the first in a long time (1976) to translate Les Mis, and if I understand correctly, his aim was to make it more readable and accessible, which he definitely accomplished. His translation can be a bit contentious in the fandom community because of the liberties he takes in it, but ultimately it is the same story, all of the most important pieces are there, and it's pretty to boot.

Fahnestock-MacAfee (FMA): FMA is pretty much cleaned-up Wilbour from 1987. I know Wilbour fans who have tried FMA and not really cared for it, but in my supremely biased opinion (FMA was my first and is my general favorite), I think FMA does a good job clarifying some points and in offering translations for some of the French while still maintaining the more classic style of speech.

Rose: This translation was released in 2008 and definitely has the most conversational air of the translations here, to the point at times of being jarring. I think (aside from maybe Denny) it may be the easiest to read on this list if you're hoping to avoid wackier sentence constructions, but there are also spots that feel weirdly modern and casual. I would be remiss in not mentioning that Julie Rose is also the first translator to include (non-translation) footnotes!! And they are structured very clearly and conveniently rather than making you flip back and forth between the back of the book searching to see if the author left you little clues like crumbs in a forest CHRISTINE.

Donougher: The most recent translation to be released as of April 2022 (2013), Donougher's style is very flowery. I've heard people say it's beautiful (I think she even rewrites some poems), I've heard people say it comes across as tacky and like she knows better than Hugo. Only you can decide how you feel — however, Christine also has footnotes! As I implied earlier, hers are unmarked and a bit chaotic compared to Rose, but I believe there's slightly more of them, which may matter to you. (I've also noticed that they rarely overlap in content with Rose's, in case you do ever go overboard and want multiple translations.) Her cover is also v pretty.

We are very fortunate to have some very cool fans who have already copied over the translations from several passages so that you can compare them firsthand and decide which style makes the most sense for you!

3.4.1 (the introduction of the Amis)

4.12.2 (Preliminary Gayeties)

4.12.6 (Jean Prouvaire's poem at the barricade)

I hope this helps, I am so excited for you to start on this journey!

(Edit: There are also now people in the notes and comments with informed feedback, and I encourage you to take their feedback into consideration as well.)

#answers and shitposts #thicc bricc #oh g-d okay I hope I did this right #also! please let me know what you end up choosing and also if you like it!!#shitposting @ me

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(i used a random number generator for this) 43 25 29

29. Preparation.

It's late.

1 AM. The caffeine had long worn off, and Vincent didn't dare leave his post to make more. He was no stranger to sleeplessness, but even he was starting to feel exhausted; twelve straight nights on three hours of sleep would do that to a person.

He couldn't even begin to imagine how she felt.

Not that it was really any of his business how Dr. Crescent felt — his job was to make sure she stayed alive, preferably with her mental faculties intact, and that was where it ended. However, the thought still weighed on his mind, like an itch he simply couldn't scratch. Perhaps it was because she was the only scientist still working, long after the others had left; a show of dedication that he couldn't help but marvel at. Or perhaps because he'd been staring at her back for hours as she chopped, chopped, chopped, weighed, sighed, scribbled at a clipboard, yawned, fiddled with machines Vincent didn't recognize, pressing endlessly at flat buttons—

Suddenly, she stopped. She put down her utensils and sighed, her hands drifting across the cutting board she'd been hacking at for hours. Vincent assumed she was preparing to take a break — which would be a good opportunity to him to make more coffee — but she turned to face him instead. "You."

Vincent's brow furrowed. There was nobody else in the room, but he still hesitated to respond. "Ma'am?"

Dr. Crescent cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, that was rude," she admitted. "I don't remember your name."

His wards generally didn't ask for his name. He was surprised she'd even thought to ask. "Vincent."

She rubbed her gloved hands together. A thick, blue substance coated them — something Vincent would later recognize as Jenova's blood. "We've been at this for days," she said lightly, as if she were making idle conversation about the weather and not the mysterious, alien creature that hovered in the tank behind her.

"You've been at this for days," Vincent clarified. "I'm here to guard you."

"Yes, well—" She stayed her tongue, clearly not interested in a debate over semantics. "It's boring for you, isn't it? Watching all this."

She was right, of course, but Vincent wasn't the one who'd been mindlessly chopping for hours. Now that Dr. Crescent was facing him, Vincent could clearly see her exhaustion; the dark circles underneath her eyes were more vivid than his own. "Harder for you, I imagine."

Dr. Crescent smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Vincent could almost taste the bitterness in her words. "It has to be done," Dr. Crescent muttered, glancing at the table behind her. "If I have to be the one to see it through, so be it."

At that, Vincent stayed silent. Some small part of him wanted to ask why she was doing this, until he realized it was beyond his understanding; the materials, tools, and machines that Dr. Crescent used were all a mystery to him. Besides, it wasn't his job to understand — if anything, it'd just be a distraction.

"Maybe you could give me a hand?"

Vincent's eyes widened. "Ma'am?"

"Well, you're not doing anything important," Dr. Crescent said, shrugging, "and we might finish sooner." She gestured to the metal table behind her — the piles of raw materials, waiting to be cut into thin strips and tiny cubes. "I just need you to chop some things for me. Think you can manage that?"

His mouth dropped open. There were many reasons why Vincent shouldn't acquiesce to her request, and he didn't know which to bring up first. It wasn't in his job description, he'd never done 'science' in his life, he— "I don't—"

She turned back to the table. "Go lock the door," she instructed. "Not that anybody would stumble upon us at this time of night, but—" She sighed. "Can't be too careful."

Vincent stared at her back — at her sagging shoulders, her slow movements, the hands that covered her mouth as she yawned. A nearby clock read 2 AM, and as Vincent watched the hands turn, his hands slowly rose to the buttons of his suit jacket. Next was his tie, then his sleeves — anything that might drag on the table and get stained by the blue liquid. He locked the door, approached Dr. Crescent, and—

"Wash your hands," she curtly instructed. Dr. Crescent gestured to a nearby sink, her eyes still trained on her own cutting board. "If we contaminate these samples, we'll be here for days."

As Vincent walked to the sink, he wondered why he was so willingly submitting to her demands. And then he realized it didn't really matter; he was far too tired to ponder his own behaviour.

"Gloves."

The thick latex felt strange on his fingers. Once he was back at the table, now adequately prepared, he glanced at Dr. Crescent's own workstation; at her hands, long and slender, effortlessly chopping strips of pale matter into neat half-inch pieces. Something about her movements was strangely mesmerizing, and it wasn't until she set her knife down that Vincent realized he'd been staring.

"See how I'm cutting them?" Dr. Crescent said, gesturing to her work. "Think you can do that?"

Vincent grabbed some of the material, laid out a strip, and cut it. Dr. Crescent hummed in approval. "That's it." She smiled. "I knew your kind would be good with knives."

They worked in silence for nearly an hour, which gave Vincent's mind plenty of time to wander. He'd been a Turk for quite a few years, but guarding Dr. Crescent was his first bodyguard assignment, and the job had turned out quite differently than he'd expected — not only in the monotony of the job itself, but in the allure of his ward. Dr. Crescent was undeniably beautiful, and the distance that had been mandated between them — five to seven paces, no closer, no farther — had now been breached. "Are we allowed to do this?" Vincent found himself asking.

"Oh, absolutely not," Dr. Crescent laughed. "If I found anybody else doing this, I'd fire them on the spot." She set her knife down and looked at him. "Can you keep this a secret, Vincent?"

She watched him, waiting for a response. The answer should have been no —- that this wasn't in his contract — but Vincent suddenly realized he'd never be able to deny her anything. "Yes, ma'am."

Dr. Crescent smiled, evidently pleased with response. They returned back to their work — chopping, chopping, weighing, yawning — until the sun peaked through the blinds. Vincent shook his head, fighting back the effects of exhaustion, and glanced to his left. Dr. Crescent stifled a yawn. Dozens of neat piles sat in front of them: the end result of their hard work. "There," she said, satisfied. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

The glow of daylight made everything look different. Her hair reminded him of dark honey, dripping off of a dipper, glistening in the sunlight. It took everything in him not to reach for it, as if it were a material he could inspect, investigate, and manipulate for his own ends. He swallowed, desire catching in his throat. "No, ma'am."

#I'm filling these prompts out one by one #here have some non-dirge vincrecia #FFVII #FF7 #Vincent Valentine #Lucrecia Crescent #Vincent Valentine/Lucrecia Crescent #vincrecia #my fic #drabble challenge

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curlyhairedhoseok · 4 years

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my patient

requested by @z-stitch

word count: 6.4k

pairing: psychiatrist!reader x patient!namjoon

warnings: mentions of murder, schizophrenia, mental illnesses, smut, fingering, spanking, creampie, unprotected sex (use protection), vaginal sex, oral sex, fluffish

author’s note: I am sorry if this sucks. also the smut is at the end cause i am lame. also i didn’t proof read. sorry. its like 1am here and i am tired.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim, I hope you slept well,” You said through the door’s grated window. The patient just smirked as he stood by the window, waiting for his morning medications to come through the small slot in the door. “As you know, I had to up the dosage on your Clozapine. Nothing big, but a little more should help with the things that you explained to me during our last two sessions.” You explained while sorting his various medications.

“Let’s be real, you're just drugging me up so that you can sneak into my room and steal me away.” Namjoon teased. You cracked a small smile before pushing the small tray into the slot.

“With the increased dosage there are some side effects that can occur; dry mouth, headaches, dizziness, and fatigue. So please make sure you are telling the guards so that I can make any adjustments that might be needed,” You finished before leaving the door.

There were very few patients that you delivered their medications to but Namjoon was one of them. You and he had built a somewhat pleasant relationship, which came as a surprise to you. In the beginning, Namjoon was set on making your job as difficult as possible. You were no therapist but you did like to have more personal conversations with your clients since being in such a barren environment was not always easy.

You knew that on certain days Namjoon was restrained and thrown into a solitary cell, those were his bad days. On his good days, he seemed fine, good enough to interact with others at the hospital. You liked to forget his bad days and only liked to pay attention to his good days but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was sick and needed help. After all, he was put into a mental hospital for a reason. This fact helped to bring you back when you found yourself lingering too much on Mr. Kim.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Namjoon was sitting in his cell, attempting to read one of the books you had given to him when he heard your voice from down the hall. He set the book down and had quietly crept towards the door to listen in on the conversation. He could tell by your tone that whatever you were hearing you were not pleased with.

“I think that would be a terrible idea. He is improving here, I see it every time we meet. When was the last time he was put in The Hole? Exactly. Other patients will benefit from a transfer to such a facility. He doesn’t need punishment anymore, what he needs is rehabilitation.” He heard you exclaim. A quiet moment went by before he heard your soft knock on the door and the guard’s keys jiggling. He shot up from his spot on the floor and sat down on his bed with his book.

“What have I done now?” Namjoon teased after his door opened. You smiled and shook your head before closing the door behind you. Namjoon always found it interesting that you chose to close his door but yet you would keep other patient’s doors open during their sessions.

“I came to check up on you,” You explained while pulling his small desk chair out, to sit on.

“Well, I’m bored,” He began. He was scooching up the bed until he could rest against the metal headboard so that he could get a good look at you. “I’m feeling a little...frustrated.” He admitted, his eyes burning into yours.

“Bored? I’m afraid there is not much I can do about that although I could get you another book even though you are supposed to be here as a punishment. Now, what do you mean, frustrated?”

“Do you believe that it was me?” He asked, disregarding your question.

“Believe what?”

“That I tried to kill him? My father.” He clarified. His eyes were staring at your form, looking for anything that might give him a clue as to what is going through your mind.

“I believe that we all have done things that we are not proud of. But the only thing that matters is getting better and that's where I come in.” You attempted to redirect the conversation. His mind was working against his better judgment when he attacked his father and he just couldn’t handle it anymore. You also believed that his father might have deserved the attempted attack “Now, tell me about being frustrated.”

“I’m frustrated that I am still stuck here. Just imagine the fun we could have” He described with a small chuckle at the end.

“Anything else I should be aware of?” You asked as you took notes. Some of the comments you found hard not to crack a smile at. You had a small smile painted on and so, of course, Namjoon had to point it out.

“What are you smiling for? If I am stuck in here that means no fun for us.”

“Okay, enough,” You muttered while giving him a pointed look. “If there is nothing else you would like to tell me then I must be going because much to your dismay, I have other patients.” You made your way to the door before Namjoon called your name.

“Dr. (Y/L/N)? Am I being transferred to another facility?” He asked. You could hear the concern in his voice and you found it hard to try and lie to him.

“No, you are staying here.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a quiet day at the institution, you had no sessions today so your entire day was supposed to be dedicated to reviewing patients’ files and deciding who was allowed to be integrated with the other patients.

That changed when you received a phone call from the lead security guard.

You all but sprinted down the hall to The Hole. Three security guards were outside of the secluded cell, talking amongst themselves.

“Excuse me, I need to speak with Mr. Kim.”

“Listen, I know he is your patient but right now he is solitary which means no one gets in to talk to him.” The guard explained.

“I know what that means but I need to speak to him. I am his doctor and right now I need to talk to my patient so that this all can be avoided in the future.” You persisted. The guard sighed before unlocking the door. The heavy metal door creaked open to reveal Namjoon sitting on a bed, his hands were strapped into the jacket. He had his back to you and was facing out the single window. He didn’t say anything which you found unusual.

“Mr. Kim,” You started. His head turned slightly as if to show that he was listening. “Can you tell me why you are here?”

You were only met with silence, he turned to face the window once again. You sat on the bed with the intention of not leaving until he answered. Even in the beginning when he was dead set on making your job difficult he still said something.

“Namjoon, you can be honest with me. What happened?” You asked once more.

“Are you asking as my doctor?” He whispered. “I attacked a guard. He was talking about you. I could hear him from my room. When he came in-,” He cut himself off quickly when he heard the door opening. The head of the institute, Mr. Choi, was standing in the doorway, motioning for you to go into the hall.

“Mr. Kim, your next session is in two days. I hope that we can make progress.” You said before leaving. You followed the head into the hallway, but you refused to talk to him. You made it into your office when he finally started talking.

“Dr. (Y/L/N), I need to discuss your status at this institution.”

“My status?” You all but snapped at Mr. Choi. “Is there something wrong?”

“Since the last psychiatrist left, it has just been you. Don’t get me wrong, you’re great at your job but there is just not enough of you for all the patients. A new psychiatrist is coming in, as the head of the psychiatric unit.”

“Very well, I can’t wait to meet them. When will they be joining me?” You asked with a tight-lipped smile. It took everything in yourself to not flip out at the man in front of you. You were the best psychiatrist that the institute had seen in years, and now they were degrading your work but you had to respect their decision no matter what since you were never hired as a solo working doctor.

“They will be starting next week. Once they arrive some of the patients you once had will go to the other doctor, Dr. Jung.” Mr. Choi had explained. You nodded and began gathering another patient’s file as Mr. Choi continued to explain the upcoming changes.

“Thank you, Mr. Choi, but I have to go check up on the rest of my patients. Please email me if there will be more accommodations that have to be made.” You curtly thanked him. Mr. Choi quietly shut the door on his way out and it wasn’t until you heard the door ‘click’ did you finally let out a groan of frustration.

A new doctor would complicate things but you knew that you needed help with the amount of work around the institution, it was never your job to run the mental health ward all alone. You silently prayed that the new doctor would make gradual adjustments, not only for the patients’ sake but also for your own.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the week passed by relatively quickly for you, so when Monday came around you felt like you could take on any problems presented to you. However, that was before you stepped foot into what used to be just your office.

Your desk had been moved to one side which mirrored another desk across the room. The new doctor was here and it felt bittersweet. His side of the room was plain so far while your side was filled with various filing cabinets and bookshelves. As you set your bag on your chair you noticed two filing cabinet drawers that were wide open and empty.

A knock on the door startled you but you were met with a handsome cheery face.

“Dr. (Y/L/N), right? It’s nice to meet you, I am Dr. Jung, but you can call me Hoseok,” He introduced. You smiled back at him and told him your name too. “I hope it is okay that I took some of the patient files. Mr. Choi was the one who opened them.”

You quickly nodded in assurance, “It’s completely fine. If you ever have questions about certain patients don’t be afraid to ask. Sometimes it takes them a while to trust you since you are not a nurse or their typical therapist but most of them warm up pretty quickly.”

He thanked and took a seat at his desk before you unloaded your bag. You walked over to the filing cabinet ready to get started for the day when you noticed a few typical patients of yours were missing. You figured that they were now Hoseok’s patients since they were all known to need more attention and observation, and as the head psychiatrist, it was his job to deal with the more extreme cases.

As you made your way through the institute and down your patient list, you were surprised by how quickly the morning medication distributing was going. You were done before ten in the morning which rarely ever happened before.

Perhaps Hoseok being here isn’t that bad after all, you thought to yourself.

As the week progressed, you were quick to notice how Namjoon was no longer on your patient list. It wasn’t until you walked past his assigned room that you noticed he wasn’t in there and neither were any of his books.

You rushed off to your shared office and began searching his name up in the system. Thankfully, he was just relocated but he was relocated to the isolation wing. The isolation wing was different from The Hole in the sense that The Hole was for patients to be separated from everyone for a short period of time, typically while the patient calmed down. The isolation wing, on the other hand, meant that the patient was too dangerous for other patients to interact with as well as doctors, guards, and visitors.

Why he was moved seemed beyond you since Namjoon had never had an issue with other patients since he was put on medication, which was over five year years ago. All patients started there but he was quickly moved once he showed progress. He only had issues with guards but the guards were not always the kindest to the residents.

“Excuse me, Dr. Jung, I was curious as to why one of my previous patients, Mr. Kim Namjoon, was moved to the isolation wing?”

“Please, call me Hoseok,” He started and you nodded while muttering a quick ‘Of course’. “Mr. Kim was relocated after he attacked his brother Kim Taehyung while he was visiting and another patient by the name of Park Jimin. All parties were okay but these were not isolated incidents. His previous attack on the guard a week ago indicates that his behavior is growing more erratic with time. Given his violent history with his father, Mr. Choi and I decided that it was appropriate to move him to the isolation wing.”

The news baffled you since Kim Taehyung was a pretty regular visitor and Park Jimin was one of the few residents Namjoon actually enjoyed interacting with. “Thank you, I was just surprised that’s all.” You explained.

“I have been a doctor for a few years now and the one thing I noticed is that people like him are unpredictable, they change at a moment's notice. It is our job to help them.”

“I am well aware, thank you.” You practically sneered. You did not appreciate the way Dr. Jung referred to Namjoon and others like him. While you were sure he meant no harm, it just rubbed you the wrong way.

That night you decided to stay longer, just to organize some files and try to get things ready for the upcoming weekend. Hoseok had left a few hours ago, and the clock was nearing nine o'clock at night. Most residents were in bed by now or doing their nightly routine. You found yourself quietly walking towards the isolation wing, with Namjoon’s room number and key in hand.

12...13...14...15, you counted in your head as you stopped at the fifteenth door.

There were no guards in the wing right now since the shift change was about to happen. Night crew was going to be here soon which meant you had little time to get in and out. Doctors were not permitted on this side of the hospital unless granted authorization by Mr. Choi and now, Dr. Jung since he was head of the psychiatric unit

You released a breath you were holding as you quietly turned the key and opened the door. You shut it behind you as you looked at Namjoon, who was lying there staring at the ceiling. His foot was handcuffed to the footboard and all his books were gone.

“Dr. (Y/L/N), you finally visited me after banishing me here. I wondered how long it would take.” He said, sarcastically.

“Namjoon, please explain to me what happened.”

“Ask the new doctor.” Was all he replied with. You tried to tell him that you did but Namjoon refused to elaborate.

“Very well, I am sorry that you are here. Just know, this was not my decision as you are no longer my patient.” You whispered before leaving his room. The lights in the hall flickered as you locked the door behind you. There was still no sign of the guards so you slipped out undetected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A month and a half had passed since the night you visited Kim Namjoon for the first time. You tried to make sure he was okay a few times after that but you knew you had to stop when you almost got caught the last time.

“I won’t be able to come to see you anymore. I think they know someone has been getting in, I don’t need them checking the cameras and seeing me sneaking around.” You mentioned. As usual, it was pretty silent on Namjoon’s end. He talked much less these days and just listened.

“I must be going, hopefully, I can convince Dr. Jung to move you back into your old room. I think it would help you.” You quietly said.

“Help me or help you?” He finally broke his silence and just stared at you. It had been almost three weeks since he had last spoken to you. You felt like he was angry with you.

“Help us.” You confessed. Your treatment and favoritism went beyond just being his old doctor, and you both knew that. “I am trying to help you which in turn will give me peace of mind.” You closed the door after that and you felt like you just revealed to him a huge secret. In part, it was big since you finally admitted that you worried about him daily.

As you were heading back to your office to pick up your bag and laptop before you left, you were surprised to see the office light shining from under the closed door since you could definitely recall turning it off before you went to visit Namjoon. As you opened the door, you saw Hoseok, who you thought had left an hour ago.

“(y/n),” He began and motioned for you to sit at your own desk. “It has come to my attention that you have been staying longer but I don’t know what for. Would you care to fill me in on that?” He sat down at the chair on the other side of your desk.

“Dr. Jung,” You said pointedly, “I have been just studying each of my new patient’s records and trying to figure out the best way to help them. I like to know these things off the top of my head, I don’t want to have to rely on a folder each time I see them.”

“You care deeply about those assigned to you?”

“Of course, that is why I became a doctor.” You said, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Is that why you have been sneaking off to the isolation wing for weeks now?” He asked bluntly.

“You have no proof that I have been doing such a thing. Besides, any well-trained doctor knows that those patients need more stimulation than they are currently getting. I don’t care if they don’t do well with others, they deserve some sort of fulfillment beyond what we are currently providing.” You defended. You did not take well to being accused of things, even if they were true.

“That’s not why you are going, Dr. (y/l/n). You’re going because your favorite patient got sent there.” He smirked and got up from his seat, walking towards the door.

“I don’t have favorites.” You told him. He raised an eyebrow but continued for the door.

“Well, then I guess you will be pleased to hear that Mr. Kim Namjoon will be moved to another facility, out of the city. One that is more, equipt to deal with his very violent outbursts.” Dr. Jung let slip.

“He is many things but I refuse to believe that he is still a violent man. The only time he has been violent is when he was provoked and off his medications. Yes, he is affected by schizophrenia but that does not make him inherently violent. Besides, you need both of our signatures to send him away and I refuse to sign something that will hurt him.” You argued.

“No, I don’t, not when Mr. Choi already signed for you. Mr. Kim Namjoon will be leaving this institute this Friday. So I suggest that you find someone else to baby.” Hoseok said harshly before slamming the office door.

Your mind began going into overdrive as you began thinking of ways to help him. The only way for him to be released was if a doctor discharged him or he was checked out by his brother, Taehyung.

Your fingers typed furiously fast as you pulled up Namjoon’s records. His younger brother’s number was in his file and you quickly dialed it.

“Hello?” You heard his brother’s voice almost immediately after dialing.

“Hi, I am sorry to bother you at this hour but I am Dr. (Y/L/N), your brother Namjoon’s previous doctor.” You explained. “I was calling about an incident that supposedly happened about two months ago. On file, it says that your brother had a violent outburst while you were visiting him but you never filed a report on the incident.”

“Because there was nothing to file. He didn’t have an outburst, we got into an argument but nothing major. The argument was simply about our mother who recently fell ill.” Taehyung explained. “He was just upset that I didn’t tell him that she fell ill sooner. She is better now but I haven’t had the chance to tell him. They won’t even let me send him a letter.”

“They recently moved him to another wing which does not really allow mail,” You carefully explained. “However if you send me a letter written to him I can try and have it delivered to him.” You offered. As the call ended, you felt like Dr. Jung was doing more harm than good. He was proving to be a thorn in your side and a damn good liar.

You looked over to your clock and you realized that right about now all the night time guards typically took a break, leaving one in charge of watching the cameras and making sure no one did anything out of the ordinary.

You knew right now was the only time to get Namjoon out without anyone suspecting something. You pulled up a release slip and printed it out before forging Dr. Jung’s signature. You knew if there was a release slip in Namjoon’s file then when they found the empty cell they would not think much of it and just assume that it was a mistake. You scanned the slip onto the computer and put in the information to make it seem like his release date was yesterday.

When you finished, you grabbed a patient’s profile that needed to be filed while also stealing a hat from your desk and one of Dr. Jung’s white coats before picking up your bag. You locked the office door behind you.

As you made your way to the surveillance room, you took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The night time surveillance guard was a very young man but he was nice. He always helped you in the past if you needed to see some footage, and right now he was the only one with a master key for the handcuffs that held Namjoon to his bed.

“Hey, Jungkook, I had a favor to ask of you before I head out.” You said politely and he nodded for you to come in. “I was wondering if you could go put this patient folder on Mr. Choi’s desk? All the other guards are on break and I know you always have a key.” He smiled and scratched the back of his head but he soon gave in.

“Yeah, what’s so important about it though?” Jungkook asked as he took the folder from you.

“Oh, it’s just Jimin’s folder. I am switching him to a different medication since he isn’t responding to this one well and I need Dr. Choi’s signature since all medication changes need to be run by him, especially after the last doctor started stealing all sorts of medications.” You explained and he nodded in understanding.

“Okay, sure. Can you just stay here and watch the cameras though? I am sure nothing will happen but I can’t be too sure.” You nodded and sat down in the chair that he was previously sitting in.

You watched him through the cameras and waited until he got onto the elevator to position all the cameras away from the stairwells and to turn off the parking lot camera. You looked to the camera that pointed towards Dr. Choi’s office and you saw Jungkook unlocking the door. You replaced the cameras’ image from the isolation wing to live feedback from your office and live feedback from the rowdy group of guards on break.

You heard the elevator ding which meant that Jungkook was just about to come back. You quickly swiped the master key from his desk drawer and slipped it in your white coat pocket. You gathered the extra coat and your bag and stood up while waiting for Jungkook to return.

“Thank you so much Jungkook, you’re a lifesaver. Have a nice night!” You said when he finally came back. Jungkook was not dumb by any means so you had to rush to the isolation wing, which was a floor below you, before he fixed the cameras. When you finally reached Namjoon’s door you quietly stuck the key in and slowly opened the door to avoid any creaking.

“Who is it?” Namjoon asked, it was dark and he couldn’t tell who it was until he heard your voice.

“It’s me. I need you to be quiet. Don’t ask questions.” You said as you grabbed the handcuff master key from your pocket. You unlocked his ankle and handed him the hat and white doctor’s coat. He slipped his laceless shoes on while putting everything else on. You gave him a face mask to wear as you fixed his hat to cover his hair. You hopped when you passed the guards outside they would just assume it was Dr. Jung since that is what Namjoon’s coat said.

“Why are you doing this?” He questioned.

“Because everyone is right. You are my favorite patient and I made a promise that you wouldn’t move facilities. I intend to keep that promise.”

“I didn’t know that you heard,” Namjoon muttered as you made your way out of his room. You left his door wide open before ushering him to the stairwell. You told him to stay quiet in the stairwell as you went back upstairs to Jungkook’s surveillance.

You softly knocked on the door which startled him. He was trying to fix the cameras when he finally looked over his shoulder. “Oh, Dr. (Y/L/N), I’m sorry I didn’t notice you. I was trying to fix the cameras. They must have reset. Is something wrong?”

“Oh, I just wanted you to know that there was a door open in the isolation wing. I don’t know who’s room it was but I noticed it when I was leaving. I could have sworn there was a noise coming from down that hall.” You lied and Jungkook sprung into action, heading for the elevator. You could hear him call for the other guards over his walkie talkie. You quickly slipped the master key back into the drawer before running off to the stairwell. You could hear yelling coming from below you which meant the guards from break were taking the stairs.

“Keep your head down and follow my lead,” You whispered to Namjoon as you took his hand and started taking the stairs downstairs. A group of guards rushed past you and Namjoon without even giving both of you a second glance.

As you made it to the parking lot you rushed Namjoon to your car. You could hardly breathe. You and Namjoon got in quickly and it wasn’t until you were driving away did you realize what you had truly done.

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The drive to your apartment was silent. Your uneven breathing was the only noise. You had just ruined your entire career for one man, a man you barely knew beyond his mental health issues.

“Dr. (Y/L/N),” Namjoon started as you pulled into your parking complex.

“It’s (Y/N),” You cut him off. You shut the car off and leaned your head against the steering wheel. “We can talk once we get to my apartment.”

The elevator ride to your apartment was also silent. You quickly unlocked the door and rushed him inside. When the door was closed you let out a deep sigh. Namjoon took off the doctor’s coat, the hat, and the mask which left him in his clothes from the institute.

You wandered into your bedroom and pulled some of your ex’s old clothes out for Namjoon.

“This is all I have, I hope it fits.” You muttered before heading into the bathroom. “I’m going to clean up and we can talk when I come out.” You shut the door to the en suite bathroom and turned the shower on.

Your mind flooded with the reality of what you had done. You stripped your clothes off and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good against your skin and helped calm you down. You were so enraptured in the feeling of the water that you didn’t hear the bathroom door open nor did you sense the presence of another person.

It wasn’t until you heard the glass door slide open did you finally see Namjoon. His body was rid of anything clothing and you tried to keep your eyes focused on his face.

“Namjoon, what are you doing?” You meekly asked. He motioned to the shower and moved to step under the showerhead. As his back was to you, you admired his back. His smooth skin seemed so inviting. He turned to face you and you finally allowed yourself to look down. His cock stood hard and proud, his tip was so pink and he was very thick.

“You risked it all for me. Let me repay you.” He explained before smashing his lips against yours. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer. He pushed your body against the shower wall and he let his hand trail down.

His fingers dipped down and you felt him brush over your clit. It had been a while since you had been with anyone, so you could already tell that you were going to be wet. His lips broke from yours as he attached them to your neck. He was leaving kisses all over until he found your sweet spot.

You gave a light moan as he sucked, surely leaving a mark. His fingers played with your clit slightly before Namjoon sunk a finger into you. Your hands that were once caught up in Namjoon’s hair were now on his chest and on his wrist to prevent him from pulling out. He added another finger which made another moan emit from you.

“Oh fuck, Joon,” You let out as his fingered worked in and out. He smirked against your skin before going faster. “Please, don’t stop.” You practically begged. Every word you spoke was like music to his ears. Never in a million years did he imagine he would be with you like this but here you were begging him to keep finger fucking you.

He quickly pulled his hand away and brought one to your throat. “As much as I loved hearing you beg for me to continue, I want to fuck you properly.” He said before he stepped out of the shower. You hated that he left you hanging but you quickly turned off the shower. You wrapped yourself in a towel after drying your hair. When you walked into your bedroom you saw Namjoon in boxers, waiting for you on the bed.

You let the towel fall and you saw Namjoon’s eyes trail up and down your body. He walked over to you and grabbed your face before roughly kissing you. His hands moved to the back of your thighs so you jumped to wrap your thighs around his waist. He practically threw you onto the soft bed.

His lips attached to your nipples and you threw your head back in bliss. His sweet mouth trailed down your stomach, leaving kisses and stopped between your legs. Your lower half was practically hanging off the edge of the bed, and Namjoon was knelt down before you. You became bashful for a moment and attempted to close your legs but Namjoon forced them open.

“Don’t hide from me.” He growled. He ran his tongue between your slit before paying attention to your clit. Your hands pulled at his hair as he relentlessly tongue fucked you but you finally let out a moan when he stuck two fingers in you as he sucked on your sensitive bud.

“Shit, baby,” you whimpered as you felt an orgasm approaching. “Please, I’m close,” you confessed. Your legs were closing around his head while a wave of pleasure washed over you. “Ah, Joon, fuck, I’m cumming.” You loudly moaned. He continued to lick and suck throughout your orgasm before he stopped. He crawled up towards you and kissed you deeply.

You could taste yourself on him and moaned when you felt his member press into your thigh. Namjoon was an incredibly patient man but all you wanted after that was him inside of you.

“Namjoon, I want you to fuck me.” You said. He let out a small chuckle and went to peel the boxers off. His cock was rock hard and he had beads of precum spilling from his tip. He pushed your legs open and put one over his shoulder.

“Fuck baby, you’re perfect,” He admitted while giving his cock a few strokes. He eased into you and he threw his head back in absolute pleasure. “Ah shit, your feel so fucking good.”

“Joon, please just,” You were cut off as he began to thrust into you. “Ah fuck, yes, fuck me harder.” Namjoon couldn’t help but smirk as he fucked into you harder. “Oh my god, yes, just like that. Fuck!” You moaned. You were slightly aware of the fact that your moans only rivaled that of a porn star’s but you didn’t care.

“This pussy is mine, got it?” He growled as his finger played with your clit. You only moaned in response which made him stop his movement.

“Joon, please,” You begged. You tried to move your hips but that only made him pull out. He flipped you over so you were on your stomach. He pulled your hips, forcing your face into the mattress.

“I said, your pussy is mine,” He groaned as he sunk into you again. “Now, who does this cunt belong to?” He slowly asked.

“Fuck, you Joon. I am yours. Now please, use me. Fill me with your cum,” You begged. He began to roughly pound into you after you said that and you muffled your screams with the sheets.

“You’re my slut got it. I’m gonna fuck you so good that this cock is all you think about it.” His hand struck your ass and left a red mark as he continued to fuck into you. Your lust-filled screams flooded the bedroom, and you knew for a fact that your neighbors could hear.

As he fucked into you, he reached down to get a grip on your hair. He pulled you up and brought his mouth to your ear while holding your hands behind your back. “Fuck baby girl, you’re pussy is so tight. Like it was made for me.” He grunted.

“It was, fuck Joon, I was made for you.” You moaned. He let go of your hair and slapped your ass again. “I’m close.” You said.

“Cum for me, baby, let go,” Namjoon encouraged. Your walls spasmed around his cock and a loud grunt came from him.

“Joon please, cum inside me.” You begged and that was all it took before he covered your walls in white. “Yes, fill me up.” You said innocently with a smile. His thrusts slowed before he pulled out. His cum was dripping from you and you could just tell how full you were.

“Damn baby, you look so good with my cum dripping from you. Just how I like it.” He kissed down your back before getting off the bed. He went into the bathroom and found a rag folded upon some bigger towels.

“Joon, where are you?” You called. He gave a low chuckle before you felt a damp cloth wipe his cum from your thigh.

“I am right here,” He said as he stuck a finger inside of you. “Just so you know, I am far from done with you.” He took it out soon though and laid down next to you once he was done cleaning you up.

You cuddled up next to him and ran your fingers through his hair. He was so handsome and part of you thinks that's why you were able to be swept off your feet by him.

“You know that you can’t go back to work.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head. You nodded but didn’t say anything. You knew things changed but you were okay with it. “Why did you do it?” You took a second to answer before you got up and straddled him.

“I did it because I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you again. I didn’t want you to go somewhere without me. I would have missed you too much.” You shyly confessed.

He smiled and nodded as you leaned over to kiss him passionately. Kissing him and being here with him made you feel complete.

“You’re the only person to understand me. I couldn’t ask for anything more,” He told you in between kisses.

“I signed a release form. So even if someone does find you, the form says you were released at the permission of Dr. Jung.” You finally let it slip. He grabbed your face and looked you dead in the eye.

“Never say his name again. I don’t even want you to think about that scumbag. Not while you're with me.” He commanded.

“How about you help me forget about him?” You taunted.

“Gladly.”

#namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #rm smut #rm au #namjoon au #bts one shot #namjoon one shot #bts requests #bts smut #kim namjoon #kim namjoon smut #namjoon dirty imagine #bts dirty imagine

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destinywillowleaf · 3 years

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My Hero Academia and the Time Relative to reality

I doubt anyone's gonna see this, but who cares. Heavily inspired by (and sort of adding on to) this post: https://writoric.tumblr.com/post/651372328051245056/bnha-calendar-years

Obviously I'm not the first to take a crack at this, but using the above post and other available information helps to heavily reduce the specific years in which this series could occur.

Known pieces of data:

Yawara Chatora, AKA Tiger, was born on February 29th, and is 31 when we meet him in Midoriya's first year at U.A.

Midoriya's hero license, as seen in Episode 60 (A Talk about Your Quirk).

All Might's training regimen worksheets for Midoriya, as seen in Episode 2.

Note that the additional information on Midoriya's license (namely, the last line above his hero name) and the date range for All Might's training plans are not present in the English translation of the manga. However, since the post this was inspired by used the anime screenshot of the training regimen, I believe using the license information is fair game.

Still, there's a lot to note here. For one, Midoriya's license. The small text in the middle section - between his real name and his hero name - reads as follows:

所属国立雄英高等学校ヒーロー科1年A組住所XX市XX区XX XX-XXX-XX 交付20XX年XX月XX日

which translates to, according to Google Translate:

Affiliation National Yuei High School Hero Department 1st grade A group Address XX City XX Ward XX XX-XXX-XX Delivery 20XX Year XX Month XX Day

20XX. Any year from 2000 to 2099. Except the years are more narrowed down than that, as Tiger turns 32, which would occur on a leap year(or at least on a year divisible by 4. 3000 isn't a leap year, but 2068 is still a viable birth year for now). At the earliest, the license is given in 2003, and at the latest, it's 2099.

Things get narrowed down further with the training regimen, as pointed out in the original post. Years with Monday, April 8th and Friday, May 31st occur a number of times, but there are only 4 years in the range of 2000-2099 that have that setup and are two years before a leap year. 2002, 2030, 2058, and 2086.

Which, as the original post goes on to clarify, leads to Midoriya's first year at U.A. being in 2003, 2031, 2059, or 2087. The original post added additional years beyond 2087, but with the license information, those years are not being considered. There's no easy way to narrow down the information further within the main series, but there is one piece of data to help in Vigilantes.

Chapter 69's first page shows Koichi with some kids, playing on handheld systems. While this could very well be just a cute image that's not really canon to the rest of the story, the style of the systems are extremely similar to the Nintendo 2DS XL (on the left) and the Nintendo 3DS (on the right). The 3DS didn't come out until 2011, which would eliminate 2003 as a possible start year for Midoriya at U.A. If you want to get really nitpicky, Oboro wears crocs in his civilian outfit in the extras of volume 26 and crocs the company was founded in 2002 so there's no way Oboro could be wearing them if Midoriya started school in 2003.

It still leaves 2031, 2059, and 2087 as possible start years, and I'm not entirely sure how to eliminate it more. Unless there's information tucked away in a flashback that helps to eliminate more, I'm not sure where else to look. I'm... not really taking into account the whole "it's been like 200 years since the first quirk and technology hasn't developed much" thing, because technology has developed, just in different ways to suit the environment.

tl;dr Midoriya's first year at U.A. is (most likely) in 2031, 2059, or 2087 and I don't know how to figure out which one. I know a lot of people go with the 2030s in general so this is just additional evidence that says "you're sort of right".

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #timeline #my hero academia: vigilantes #time is weird but i'm still trying #long post #if there's any ideas on how to eliminate any of the remaining years i'm all ears #also have a conclusion on when vigilantes is based on a few key pieces of information but that's for another post #should i be dedicating time to this? probably not #am i going to continue losing my mind over the mha timeline? almost certainly

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rainbownisharokubounoshichinin · 3 years

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Abe George

Hello friends, I decided to translate Abe George’s Wikipedia article (as of 9/12/2021, when I screenshotted it), and it was quite an undertaking. However, I hope this sheds some light on the guy, as he was quite a character but there’s not much about him on the English side of the internet. Enjoy!

Abe George (May 17, 1937 - September 2, 2019) was a Japanese novelist and TV personality.

Abe was a former yakuza clan member, who wrote about his experience in prison in the autobiographical novel, “Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen.” He also worked as a steward with JAL. He wrote the manga series Rainbow: Nisha Rokubou no Shichinin, which was illustrated by Kakizaki Masasumi, which won the fifty-first Shogakukan Manga Award. He had type O blood.

Abe’s real name was Abe Naoya. His ex-wife is the businesswoman and essayist Endou Youko, and together they had a son named Endou Shoujirou. Shoujirou works in game development and supervision.

The following section about Abe’s time as a yakuza is estimated to be “In truth, only about 10% accurate, and the rest is embellished.” According to Abe, “writers are like politicians - they never tell the truth.” However, his time as a steward with JAL has been corroborated by Fukada Yusuke, the husband of one of his coworkers at the time. Other colleagues have attested to his stories, and pictures remain.

Familial Background

His father, Abe Masao, worked for Nippon Yusen. His mother’s name was Tamae, and he was the second son - the youngest of four siblings. He was born in the Tokyo-fu prefecture, today known as the city of Tokyo. His mother was descended from Iwaya Matsuhei, which he detailed in the NHK June program in 1994, “Raibaru Nihonshi,” in the episode titled “Gekitotsu! Senden Daiou~Iwaya Matsuhei to Murai Kichibe.’ His maternal grandfather, Kajiwara Nakaji, was born in the Meiji era in the Yamagata prefecture Fukuramura. He graduated from The University of Tokyo, and became a banker. His mother’s sister became wed to the eldest son of Dr. Kishi Seiichi, Doctor of Law. His paternal grandfather was a ship engineer, and attended school with Masaoka Shiki and Natsume Souseki.

Returning to Japan

Due to his father’s job transferring to Europe, Abe was raised in London, England, and Rome, Italy. Because of World War II, the European branch of Nippon Yusen was evacuated, and his family returned to Japan in 1941. They lived in Ikedayama (now Shinagawa ward, Higashigotanda), and Abe attended Morimura Gakuen Junior and Senior High School.

Abe’s father served as a civilian soldier in Shounantou (now Singapore). Abe began to read his father’s book collection while he was deployed. While still in National People’s School, he read the complete works of Shakespeare and Souseki, Plutarch’s Parallel Lives, and Meishou Genkouroku. Azabu Elementary School, located in Minato-ku, called him a prodigy.

At the end of World War II, Abe moved to his grandmother’s vacation home in Atami. Nitta Kyouichi, who managed the Shochiku Robins, lived in his neighborhood and taught him baseball. When Abe was an adult, he was part of an amateur baseball team with the Andou clan. He told his mother that he could quit being a yakuza clan member if he became a professional baseball player, which led to his mother bringing him back to Nitta. Nitta introduced him to a junior member of Keio’s baseball team, who urged him to live a better life.

Time in Azabu Middle School

While at Azabu Middle School, Abe was classmates with former prime minister Hashimoto Ryuutarou. Abe had planned to cheat off of a smart student during his entrance exam, and thought Hashimoto best for the role. Years later, he met Hashimoto at a class reunion. He felt a kinship with him, and they mutually promised to not inconvenience one another. During Hashimoto’s time as prime minister, Abe was asked about the politics of the Liberal Democratic Party, and would often answer “Well, me and Ryuu-chan were classmates,” to defend them. However, he clarified that this was actually a joke to highlight the absurdity that he was a former yakuza, a best-selling author, and Hashimoto’s classmate.

When Abe was in his second year of middle school, he submitted a sexually explicit story to a magazine supervised by Edogawa Ranpo. Edogawa remarked that Abe’s mind was diseased, and he was sent to Kita-Kamakura Temple to copy sutras. While in middle school, Abe became the protege of Abe Kingo, who was a top executive of the Andou clan. Because of his association with the clan, he was not allowed to enter Azabu high school.

In 1952, Abe went to a summer festival, and fought with several stall-keepers. This became an incident resulting in injury, due to Abe brandishing a kitchen carving knife. His ashamed father forced him to study abroad in England, where he grew up, at a boarding school in Wimbledon. While at school, he competed in a boxing tournament in South London, and was a welterweight champion. Four months into his time at Wimbledon, he was caught naked with a foreign female student from Italy by a dormitory dean, and was expelled. When he was sixteen, he worked as a cameraman and assistant in The Netherlands. While there, he got into a fist fight with Robert Mitchum over a prostitute.

Time as an Andou Clan Member

When Abe returned to Japan, he entered Keio Senior High School. He became the head of the boxing club at his school, but also became a member of a crime syndicate in earnest. Sixteen students from Waseda University challenged him to a fight, and he severely injured three of them. The school called this “a great disgrace” and Abe was expelled.

Abe attended six different high schools, including Kobe Suma High School, and Zushi Kaisei Senior High School. He participated in a part-time curriculum while in the Andou clan. When he was eighteen, he went to Isesaki, Yokohama to collect a debt. There, he fought with an undocumented foreign broker, and was shot for the first time.

When Abe was nineteen, he attempted to collect a debt from a delinquent foreigner. However, a bouncer fought back, and Abe stole his car and gun. Because of this, Abe was charged with attempted murder during a robbery, and violation of the Swords and Firearms Control Law. He was transferred from a juvenile reformatory school to Shiga prison, and sentenced to seven years of penal servitude, without stay of execution. However, upon recommendation from Kon Hidemi, this was appealed. Once this went to the appeals court, his charge of attempted murder during a robbery was changed to theft, and he was charged with unlawful possession of weapons. His sentence was reduced to two years and six months with the possibility of parole.

After this, he was entrusted with protecting the head boss of the Chugoku syndicate, known as “The Iron Phantom.” He fell in love with his boss’s daughter. He also began to box under the name “Bloody Nao,” and won many matches overseas. Abe served as a sparring partner to world champion Sandy Saddler, and played the role of a villain in fights in Hamburg. Rikidouzan recommended that he quit the Andou clan and start wrestling, and offered to ask the Andou clan for help as an incentive.

The following may also have been during his time with the Andou clan: In 1980, after Abe became a writer, he was interviewed by the Kodansha publication Hot-Dog PRESS. He said that he competed in a .22 caliber shooting competition in France, and won. A reporter from Le Monde asked, “You don’t have guns in Japan, so why are you so good at shooting?” to which Abe blurted out, “Because I’m yakuza.” He was subsequently deported from France.

Time at JAL

In 1959, at the age of twenty-two, Abe graduated from his part-time curriculum. He then entered the Tokyo YMCA International College of Hospitality. In January 1961, at the age of twenty-three, he began working for JAL as a domestic and international flight attendant. He eventually became a purser. At one point, he hit a disruptive passenger. This caused his criminal record (which included three crimes at the time) and yakuza associations to be exposed. Though the Andou clan had dissolved in 1964, he was forced to leave JAL one month later in 1965.

Abe was a diligent purser. On the other hand, he was quick to get emotional. It was said that he stole his coworker’s girlfriend, punched his “arrogant” branch manager, and threw a passenger. When he got to work, he removed his clan’s crest from his car and replaced it with his work badge.

While at JAL, he married his coworker, Endou Youko. He met Fukada Yusuke, who was a part of the Public Relations department for JAL, and who would later become an author. Abe was also a colleague of Fukada’s wife in the Flight Attendant Department. Fukada thought that Abe was a typical refined returnee. He realized he didn’t know him at all when Abe was forced to resign, and his yakuza ties were exposed.

Abe was dispatched to fight in the Hiroshima gang wars, which were from April 17, 1963 to August 25, 1967. This conflict was depicted in “Battles Without Honor or Humanity: Police Tactics,” as an all-out war. In reality, Abe had free time, and often amused himself by playing baseball. Once, while playing in a commercial district, he hit a softball into the outfield stands of the Hiroshima Municipal Baseball Stadium. Afterwards, the chairman of the shopping district told him to take the test to join the Hiroshima Carp.

Time as a Businessman

After leaving JAL in 1966, Abe served time in prison. That same year, he became friends with Mishima Yukio at a boxing gym. Mishima wrote an original script based on Abe’s time at JAL. This was made into a movie called “Fukuzatsu’na Kare” by Daiei Film, starring Tamiya Jirou. The character that Tamiya played was named “Miyagi Jouji.” Once Abe debuted his writing career, he took inspiration from this, and used the pen name Abe Jouji, or Abe George.

After the Andou clan was dissolved, Abe worked as a recruiter for the Koganei clan in Shinjuku. At the same time, his wife managed a restaurant called Sausalito, and Abe worked as a kickboxing commentator, a livehouse manager, a promoter, and a horse race forecaster.

From 1960 to 1970, Abe managed an Aoyama jazz club called Rob Roy. He had his wife Endou manage the main building, and left the Akasaka, Roppongi, and Mita buildings to his mistress. He bought a white Cadillac Fleetwood, a Doberman, and a 700-tsubo palatial residence in Ohtaku Unoki. Both Sugano Kunihiko, and Yano Akiko (who was a high school student at the time) performed at Rob Roy. Youko recalled this time in her story, “Aoyama ‘Rob Roy’ Monogatari,” and also made television appearances to promote it.

For a half year, starting in September, 1974, Abe served as the chief navigator for an artillery boat belonging to the Bolivian armed forces. He was tasked with eliminating the revolutionary army. Then, in 1975, he snuck into South Vietnam to obtain 25 kilograms of French-made methamphetamine at a low price, right before Saigon fell. The meth was previously priced at fifteen million yen, and was highly coveted.

That same year, he was charged with unlawful possession of firearms, and possession of narcotics. He was sentenced to four years at Fuchu Prison without the possibility of parole. There, he met fellow prisoner Shirosaki Tsutomu, who was an activist with the Red Army Faction (later known as the Japanese Red Army). Abe wrote that he was almost recruited by him before the hijacking of JAL flight 472.

In 1981, Abe left yakuza life. He had a total of fourteen convictions in Japan, including assault, gambling, possession of narcotics, and sexual delinquency. He also had three convictions outside of Japan. He spent eight years in prison, both domestically and internationally.

Novelist and Media Personality

Abe started writing in 1983. He initially could not find a publisher, but Yamamoto Natsuhiko recognized him as a literary talent. He wrote “Shitsunai,” and a story that chronicled his times in prison, “Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen.” Abe frequently cited Yamamoto as his benefactor in future works.

In 1987, Abe finished writing “Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen,” and it was published by Bungeishunju, Ltd. It became a best-seller, and was adapted into a movie, cementing Abe’s status as a popular writer. He became a regular on the documentary show “The Chase” on Fridays, which developed him as a media personality. Abe revered Aoshima Yukio on “The Chase,” and supported him when he ran for the governor of Tokyo.

Abe had become a famous writer, but when the Japanese asset price bubble collapsed, he was left in debt. He divorced his wife, Endou Youko, who received the majority of his assets and beloved Porsche in a settlement. Abe reluctantly bought an inexpensive autozam revue, but after he was impressed by its functionality, commented on it in the automobile magazine NAVI. A car dealer in Tokyo offered Abe a discount if he could get himself and his three costars to drive in the car he bought. Abe said, “There’s no way we’ll get the four of us in that car, so maybe cardboard cut-outs would work.”

Abe also created manga, including 2005’s RAINBOW: Nisha Rokubou No Shichinin, which won the fifty-first Shogakukan Manga Award in the general category. He would often appear in advertisements for tobacco cessation products. Although he would usually say, “I’m happy that I quit smoking,” Abe confessed that he didn’t actually quit smoking in his blog.

Abe always voted for the Japanese Communist Party, except for when he voted for the candidate from the Democratic Party of Japan in 2009, which he said he later regretted. He typically supported the Japan Socialist Party, and the Japanese Communist Party. He once witnessed Minobe Ryoukichi, then governor of Tokyo, eating at Hotel Okura, and got in an argument with him.

In the 2000’s, Abe got a computer, and occasionally browsed on 2chan and Wikipedia. On September 2, 2019, he passed away due to acute pneumonia.

Connections

Abe introduced some celebrity friends in the book “Ore ga Shibireta Otokotachi - Nihon Kaidanji Retsuden.” This included Andou Noboru, Ishihara Yuujirou, Izumi Soushou, Okawa Kosuke, Ohno Banboku, Kanehira Masaki, Kogane Mitsuyoshi, Koshida Toshinari, “Sad Sam” Ichinose (Manager of Dado Marino), Shimada Jou, George Kawaguchi, Takamoto Kimio, Hatakeyama Takanori, Hanamura Motoji, Piston Horiguchi, Mac Suzuki, Miyazawa Kuniaki, Murata Katsushi, Morita Masashi, Yamanote Shou, Yusa Yoshikuni, Watanabe Masato, and many more. Other celebrities also are mentioned in his book, such as Kaihara Seihei, Iwata Yukio, and Moriwaki Masamitsu.

Abe felt an obligation to Nagata Masaichi, so when his son, Nagata Mamoru, became a TBS Radio director and producer, he often agreed to projects he wouldn’t otherwise. Nagata had him do impressions of Uchida Yuki, Endou Kumiko, and Sharon Stone, and also had him compete alongside other performers on a dating website to see who would be most popular.

Abe and Umemiya Tatsuo would call each other “Tatsu-chan” and “George.”

Abe was a big fan of Ogata Nana, and had her appear in a manga of his.

Abe was a fan of the Hanshin Tigers, and when he saw Yoshida Yoshio play, he became a fan of him as well. He also revealed in his blog that he was good friends with Aota Noboru.

Abe played amateur shogi as a hobby. In 1989, he published a story in the Japan Shogi Association’s magazine, “Shogi Magazine,” titled “Maketemo Korinai Juuniban.” When he defeated Ohyama Yasuharu, he cried without fearing what the public would think. He wrote about this in “Totsugeki Shogi Juuniban Top Kishi to no Nimai Ochi Funsenki.”

He was known to greatly love cats. He wore cat t-shirts often, which his clan boss found inappropriate.

He once went to a live comedy show and thought, “This guy will sell well!” This turned out to be Fukawa Ryou. The next year, he saw him on television, and said “See!? He’s selling well!”

Books

“Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen” Bungeishunju Ltd., 1986

“Hei no Naka no Play Ball” Kodansha, 1987

“Yakuza Tosei no Suteki’na Menmen 28 Nenkan, Kono Otokotachi ni Miserarete” Sodensha, 1987

“Gokudou no Ongaeshi Abe George Waru no Bakengaku” Nesuko, 1987

“Hei no Soto no Otoko to Onnatachi” Wani Books, 1987

“Boku no Musho Shuugyou” Kodansha, 1987

“Haguri Hagure” Shueisha, 1987

“Saraba, Gokudou” Kadokawa, 1987

“Nakibokuro” Kodansha, 1988

“Abe George no Otokogi Juku” Magazine House, 1988

“Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen 2” Bungeishunju, 1988

“Jetstream” Kodansha, 1988

“Kumori Nochi Hare Butai Korinai George no Endless Live” Tokuma Shoten, 1988

“Kaketsu Zoro Me” Bungeishunju, 1988

“Choueki Ezushi” Kobunsha, 1988

“Chinpira Tosei” Jitsugyo no Nihon Sha, 1988

“Hei no Ue no Kyokugeishitachi” Sodensha, 1989

“Sugome, Salaryman!” Tokuma Shoten, 1989

“Shou Nashi Batsu Ari Neko Mo Iru” Bungeishunju, 1989

“Pro Yakyuu Shinde Moraimasu Moto Gokudou no Watashi Dakara Ieru” Gakken, 1989

“Ougon no Akume” Sodensha, 1989

“Tsubute no Utakichi” Asahi Shinbun, 1989

“Onna ni Sugatte Gokudou Dosei Waga Itoshi no Gusai, Akusai, Seijo, Majo...tachi” Shufu to Seikatsu Sha, 1989

“Mimizu no Hana Uta” Bungeishunju, 1990

“Oretachi wa Katagi Janai” Kodansha, 1990

“Otoko no Jouken Motto Tsuyoi Otoko ni Naritai” Goma Books, 1990

“Kinoko” Chuokoron-Shinsha, 1991

“Jisoku Juuyon Knots, Higashi E” Kodansha, 1992

“Hakarareta Kishu” Sodensha, 1992

“Hei no Soto no Korinai Futari” Jitsugyo no Nihon Sha, 1992

“Itsumo Inochigake! Shousetsu George Yamaguchi Monogatari” Nihon Television Broadcast, 1992

“Kokoro no Hei wa Jibun de Koero Abe George no Ikaretai Hito ni Ikareru Hou” AZ Communications, 1992

“Choueki no Tatsujin. ‘America Han’ Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen” Shueisha, 1992

“Dai Ressha Ryokou Orient Express 15000 Kilometers” Bungeishunju, 1992

“Totsugeki Shogi Juuniban Top Kishi to no Nimai Ochi Funsenki” Japan Shogi Association, 1992

“Shuujin Dourou” Kodansha, 1993

“Kaze no Mukou Ni” Kadokawa, 1993

“Gi Shite Gomen Watashi ga Shita o Maita Gonin no Sagishitachi” Crest, 1993

“Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen 3” Bungeishunju, 1994

“Korinai Otoko to Iwaretemo…” Kosaido Akatsuki, 1994

“Fujichaku” Sandokee Publishing, 1994

“Douhan Tobaku” Bungeishunju, 1994

“Neko no Ii Bun, Neko no Mikata” Kawade Shobo Shinsha, 1995

“Bakuchi Gamble Tabigarasu” PlayGraph, 1995

“Boku wa Hyakujuu no Ou” Nan’un-Do, 1995

“Shiai Shoumon Chuushingura Kaidan” Urakumachi, 1996

“Okiro, Neboke Tora! Aishite Iru Kara Iu.” Sony Magazines, 1996

“Koitsu Dake wa Yurusenee Seken ni Kawatte Waru o Utsu” Nihon Bungei Sha

“America Higashikaigan Danronfuuhatsu” Kosaido Akatsuki, 1996

“Kaiketsu! Golf ni Korita Hito ga Umaku Naru” PHP Institute, 1997

“George Kara Ai o Komete” Kosaido Akatsuki, 1997

“Omoide no Goronyan” Doubutsu Publishing, 1997

“Tenka Gomen no 13-Nin” PHP Institute, 1998

“Aa!! Onna ga Nihon o Dame ni Suru” Kadokawa, 1998

“Aki wa Nijinde Mieta” PHP Institute, 1998

“Ninkyou de Gozaru” Jitsugyo no Nihon Sha, 1999

“Final Round” Kodansha, 1999

“Kiritori Blues” Tokuma Shoten, 1999

“Koufuku no Susume ‘Yuuki’ to ‘Shinnen’ de Ikiru” Daiwa Shuppan, 2000

“Hei no Soto no Dousoukai” Bungeishunju, 2000

“Okanemochi wa Kuni no Takara Desu Haragatatsu Konna Shakai o Dou Ikiru” Pulse, 2000

“Ore ga Shibireta Oretachi Nihon Kaidanji Retsuden” Futabasha, 2001

“Yatsugadake Akagera Nisshi” PHP Institute, 2001

“Okaasan, Gomennasai Haha to Gureta Musuko no Monogatari” PHP Institute, 2001

“Rokujuusai Kara no Yancha Dou” Y and F, 2001

“Kioku ni Nokoru Kobushi Goutachi” Shogakukan, 2001

“Ore no Shakin Jigoku Deflation, Restructuring, Dontokai!” Sodensha, 2002

“Nihon Kaishijin Retsuden” Fusosha, 2002

“Hei no Naigai Kui Shinbo Uousaou” Kodansha Plus Alpha, 2003

“Neko no Shippo” Kodansha, 2003

“Number One ni Naranai Ikigata” Nippon Jitsugyo, 2004

“Aiiro no Umi” PHP Institute, 2004

“Tosei no Gakkou” Reed, 2004

“Umanushi Dake ni Moukesaseruna-Ura Gawa Kara Mita Bakenjutsu” Haruki, 2005

“‘Atama no Ii Waru’ Dakara, Jinsei Umaku Iku!” Mikasa Shobo, 2006

“Ura mo Hyou mo Aru Monka. Kakusa Shakai o Dashinuku Koudougaku” Reed, 2008

“Zetsumetsu Kigusha no Yuigon” Kodansha, 2009

“Mou, Neko Nashi de wa Ikite Ikenai.” Seishisha, 2013

Books (Co-Written)

“Yume o, Jitsugen Suru. Ashi o Aratta Ore no Ikigata, Jinsei no Hirakikata Tsuukai Katari Oroshi” Keizaikai, 1989; with Tadashi Sato

“Nippon no Mei Zuihitsu” Extra volume 56, Sakuhin, 1995

“Ohshoubu no Murasakashin VS Nagashima Kyojin Otoko no Pride o Kaketa Saigo no Tatakai” Chuukei Shuppan, 1999; with Enatsu Yutaka

“Hito wa Naze Ikiru no Ka Ikite Ite Yokatta to Omoeru Tame Ni” Bungeisha, 2001; with Namikawa Eita

“Hei no Naka Kara Mita Jinsei” Kanaria Shobou, 2004; with Yamamoto Jouji

“Jinsei Soudan Gekijou” Chuokoron-Shinsha, 2014; with Amy Yamada

Translation

Ronald Richard Roberts’s “The Ditches of Edison County” Fusosha, 1994

George Foreman’s “By George” Kadokawa Harui, 1995

Manga

“Akai Dangan” (Kishiyama Nao, Big Comic Spirits, Shogakukan)

“Apsaras” (Miyama Yuuki, Weekly Young Sunday, Shogakukan)

“Gurentai no Kamisama, Manju Touichi Densetsu, Guren” (Minegishi Shinmei, Kindai Mahjong Gold, Takeshobo)

“Rainbow: Nisha Rokubou no Shichinin” (Kakizaki Masasumi, Weekly Young Sunday, Big Comic Spirits, Shogakukan)

Others

“Rival Nihonshi 3” (NHK Broadcasting, Kadokawa Shoten)

“Korinai Henshuuchou Abe George no Nandakan Da” (Daily Sports)

Acting

Television

“Golden Kickboxing” (Nippon TV) - Commentator

“Quiz Sekai wa Show by Shoubai!!” (Nippon TV)

“The Chase” (Nippon TV) - Friday Partner

“Abe George no Sports Zanmai” (MBS)

“Sekai Maru Goto 2001 Nen” (MBS, TBS)

“Abe George no Abunai Yoru” (TV Tokyo)

TV Drama

“Daihyoutori Shimariyaku Deka” (1990-1991, TV Asahi) - Chief Tatsumi/Ohshima Shigezo

“Sunday Drama Special Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen” (TBS)

TV Anime

“City Hunter TV Special ‘Goodbye My Sweetheart’” (1997, Nippon TV) - Erika; Special Appearance

Radio

“Ijuuin Hikaru Shinya no Bakajikara” (TBS Radio)

Movies

“Hei no Naka no Korinai Menmen” (1987, Shochiku)

“Hei no Naka no Play Ball” (1987, Shochiku)

“Yakuza Tosei no Suteki’na Menmen” (1988, Toei)

“Crazy Boys” (1988, Shochiku Fuji)

“Comeback” (1990, Shochiku)

“Sha-King 1/2” (1998, Nikkatsu)

“Gokudou no Onnatachi Kejime” (1998, Toei)

Songs

Densetsu no “Akai Dama” (February 5, 1991, Teichiku) - with Sayama Yuka

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“Bullets”, a Last Stand of the Wreckers prose story- Ironfist Solves a Murder Mystery

Now that Overlord and Rewind have been exploded horribly in the vacuum of space, multiple people have died, and Chromedome’s horrifically single, let’s take a look at all those Last Stand of the Wreckers extras, yeah?

We more or less start with a Furmanism, as is tradition.

One day Furmanisms won’t be nearly as prevalent within the comic publications, and that is a day that I cannot wait to see. Forget politics, forget misogyny, forget basically NEEDING Death of the Author in effect to enjoy anything the man’s done- Furmanisms are a crutch that everybody in this franchise uses, but nobody needs. They never feel natural, in my opinion. It’s like a literary obligation at this point, and you can tell, because it never quite meshes with any writer’s style.

Anyway, this is the setup for what would happen on Pova- the Wreckers have been watching Squadron X fix up their ship, and now that the thing’s airborne again they’ve gotten itchy trigger fingers. Well, some of them, anyway. Rack n Ruin aren’t so sure about this whole thing, seeing as there are eight of them and an entire battalion up there. Impactor’s working the crowd though, as a leader of such a high turnover rate group is required to do, and that’s the point where First Aid stops reading.

Yep, this is one of Fisitron’s datalog entries, of which First Aid is a fan.

This isn’t First Aid’s first appearance within the IDW continuity- he played a role in Spotlight: Jazz, where he lived up to his name, and in Transformers: Ironhide #1, where he was in the background. This IS his premiere as a major player in a story, however, and it’s here that he’s revealed to be a bit of a slacker- he should be making the rounds at Delphi right now, but instead he’s reading entry logs about the wartime equivalent of a boyband.

He hits a key to quicktab to something at least somewhat medically-related as he feels someone approaching from behind. It’s the CMO, and he is in no way fooled by First Aid’s attempt to hide his shame. He gets back to work, but that particular entry- 113, because of course it is- is still on his mind. Hope he never finds out it’s a load of bunk.

I REALLY hope he never finds out this is all bunk. We all need something, you know?

Of course, First Aid- y’know, not to brag or anything- personally met one of the Wreckers. Roughly five years ago, Springer had approached him at a medical conference on Kimia. Why a medical conference was being held on Kimia of all places isn’t addressed, but it was probably because half the folks stationed there are doctors. First Aid, being a classy guy, fucking ogles Springer the entire time they’re talking.

You’ve heard of “Men Writing Women”, now it’s time for “Roberts Writing Robots”. Yes, this is THAT scene, and it’s on the first goddamn page.

First Aid, wanting to be of use to his idol, offers his medical expertise, completely willing to fix Springer’s nose, give him a breast reduction, and even update the circuit dampeners he doesn’t have. Springer, while flattered, isn’t looking for that sort of help. He’s looking for folks who have a lot to give.

The phrasing he uses makes First Aid think that he’s about to be recruited to the Wreckers- in other words, about to be put in line for a slow and awful death- but Springer clarifies that he’s looking more for eyes and ears to help him, not so much bodies. He hands First Aid a card with his number, and says to give him a call sometime.

Cutting back to the present, First Aid is walking through the rows of patient slabs, where we see an honestly horrifying practice in play- every patient in Delphi has their non-essential functions turned off to conserve power. This includes things like the ability to move, and speak.

Because that couldn’t possibly have any negative repercussions.

He checks in on the Fader he’s been assigned, confirms that, yes, his head IS still missing from his neck, then makes to walk out of the room, only to be startled by the sudden entry of a stretcher and Ambulon. Here, Ambulon is identified as a chief paramedic, as opposed to being a ward manager. Whether this is early installment weirdness or a simple mistake isn’t clear.

Ambulon is quickly followed by Dogfight, Dodger, and Backstreet(’s back, alright!) First Aid gets to work, by checking the three of them for injuries, paying special attention to their Autobot badges.

This is the reason Rung had to call in at the beginning of MTMTE #4, though it might be more because First Aid can’t act like a professional of five friggin’ minutes.

Oh, Delphi’s HR department is getting a call for sure.

First Aid, while a known fondler of badges, has never had this exact reaction. He runs off to make a phone call, leaving the injured Dodger to wait for the surgery he’s going to undergo the moment First Aid gets back.

Meanwhile, somewhere else- I’m guessing Kimia- Rung has an appointment underway with a dude named Flattop.

Flattop’s TFWiki article is one of the most depressing on the entire site, and it’s completely “Bullets”’s fault.

You see, Flattop’s attempting to talk through his trauma, but it’s difficult.

This level of insight is why they pay Rung the big bucks.

The war, while terrible for everyone’s mental health, has given Rung a slew of patients to handle.

Gee, wonder who that medic was.

Anyway, so Flattop’s deal- he was at Babu Yar, which was an event that was apparently so terrible, everyone involved was offered brand new bodies as compensation. He’s currently hiding underneath a table, which Rung identifies as “playing to type”. Flattop isn’t even here to talk about Babu Yar, but it’s good to know that war is still hell.

The reason Flattop’s actually here is this: he was serving under Silverstreak- another one of Rung’s patients, and someone who I’m convinced might actually be a Warrior cat given the name- and was going to check something out when he saw something utterly terrifying.

Rung gets Flattop out from under the table, and they talk about what the Shimmer means. Flattop is convinced that since he’s seen the thing, he’s going to die. You see, folklore in space is very similar to its counterpart on Earth, in that it’s a warning swathed in story to make it easily digestible.

Rung, who tries to keep things rational, offers to give Flattop a few possible explanations for what he saw. Because Flattop had only recently gotten his hot new bod a short while before he saw the Shimmer, it’s completely possible he had had a hallucination due to the adjustment period. Another theory is that Flattop has PTSD. Which, I mean, yeah.

While Rung was busy trying to explain what had happened, Flattop friggin’ died.

Awkward.

Over with Ironfist- because “Bullets” is a prequel- we’re in the middle of a meeting with the Ethics Committee. Xaaron, Animus, and Trailbreaker of all people, have come together to pass judgement on Ironfist’s cerebro-sensitive bullets. There’s a lot of hemming and hawing, and Ironfist reflects on how they got to this moment, while fiddling with a data slug to burn off the nerves.

This is just after the Surge happened, an event kicked off by the betrayal of the Autobot cause allowed Megatron to seize a majority of the Autobot outposts. It was a huge deal, a lot of shit was stolen, including the Weak Anthropic Principle, and it left everyone a little twitchy towards one another. Trust is not in vogue at present.

Kimia’s in a mess of trouble anyway, however, due to the events of Babu Yar, where Gideon’s Glue had rained down on the Autobot troops under Flame’s command, eaten to Swiss cheese by something eerily similar to something being developed on the station.

So an investigation was established. Brainstorm, who’s apparently big man on campus here at Kimia, is questioned, as is everyone else. Of course, no one cops to having invented Gideon’s Glue, because that’s a big ol’ war crime, so the questioning goes nowhere, but now there’s a precedent for mistrust on this science station.

Anyway, back to the bullet thing.

Ironfist’s cerebro-sensitive bullets are designed to hit the head, every single time, ignoring trajectory, ballistic physics, what you think is possible, and the Geneva Convention. It’s fired, it hits the first brain it identifies. Brutal stuff. Effective, but brutal.

Trailbreaker’s not a fan.

I mean, maybe? I guess it depends how gray your morality is. I bet Prowl would like them.

After telling Trailbreaker to keep it professional, Xaaron tells Ironfist that using these bullets would be a literal war crime, and he’s got a little over a day to hand them over to the Committee for destruction. Meeting adjourned!

Ironfist is left standing there until his good buddy Skyfall checks in on him. Ironfist is kind of bummed out, but Skyfall knows how to cheer him up- by comparing him to Impactor, former leader of the Wreckers, and one of Ironfist’s fan-crushes.

Man, this makes the Pova reveal a little harsher in hindsight, huh?

Skyfall invites Ironfist to the Exit Rooms, a place where the Kimia employees can drink and no one will give a shit, and as they make their way over they run into Brainstorm.

Brainstorm gets some interesting development in this story.

That’s right, not only are his weapons completely insane, and in some cases literally abstract, they’re apparently often so incredibly dangerous that the Ethics Committee loses sleep over the fact that they exist.

And Brainstorm loves it.

No wonder Trailbreaker was so annoyed in his Spotlight.

Skyfall asks about what’s in Brainstorm’s briefcase, gets an answer that’s likely a lie, then the boys head over to the Exit Rooms.

Over on Hydrus 5, it’s raining cats and dogs, and this is somehow the Transformers fault. I guess the universe bends to the will of what would be the most dramatic, as everyone takes a break from warmongering to soul-search.

Or ego-stroking. That works too.

Here is our dear Pyro, reveling in the aftermath of a battle that destroyed the natural ecosystem of the land, but at least they kicked those ‘Cons’ asses!

Pyro, who’s revealed to be maybe perhaps not the best at coming up with one-liners, is left alone for a bit as Afterburner goes to check on the rest of their men. As he tries to piece together a speech to deliver, he sees a green something- they’re always green, aren’t they?- and that something is the Shimmer.

Well, heck.

Over on the dilapidated space station of Debris (wow, that’s even less subtle than usual for this franchise) Springer’s holding a bullet. I mean, it’s not really a bullet, and the Decepticon who fired it wasn’t really a Decepticon.

I want you to know that I keep track of how many times 113 comes up in these stories, and for “Bullets" it’s a LOT.

Today’s letter from Agent 113 foreshadows/hindshadows the events of Last Stand, claiming that the DJD hasn’t heard anything from Garrus-9 since the Surge happened. Prowl’s concerned that Fortress Maximus is still alive in there and fighting off the Decepticons while waiting for backup, so he recently called Springer and invited the Wreckers on a mission.

All Springer has to do is pick some sorry sons of guns to die.

Over with Guzzle, who is romanticizing a weapon, comparing his gun to a religious artifact, our dear little bastard man has realized that he does, in fact, have emotions, and is in mourning over his lost comrades, who died rescuing Kup from Tsiehshi. Guzzle doesn’t much appreciate this whole “feeling” thing, and would rather it didn’t get in the way of him shooting statues for no other reason than him wanting to. Then he sees the Shimmer, and feels fear. He doesn’t much care for that, either.

Even Nick Roche is powerless to stop this madness.

We reconfirm the fact that Ironfist is a massive nerd, then are shown that the bullet accident that will have killed him by the end of Last Stand #5 has already happened. Ever so slowly, the bullet is heading for Ironfist’s brain. Every time it hits a new layer of his noggin, he blacks out.

Ironfist is going to leave on his super-fun, not-at-all-traumatizing Wrecker adventure soon, and he’s promised Skyfall his workshop. Skyfall was at Grindcore for a while, and that kind of gave him PTSD, so when Ironfist had gotten accepted to Kimia, he’d brought him along for the ride.

I like to call Grindcore Eugenesis-lite.

Because Skyfall is a reckless son of a gun with access to Ironfist’s workshop, he inadvertently caused a major incident with something called Black Phosphex, which resulted in the deaths of several Autobots because it wasn’t properly tested. This landed him in Garrus-9 for a bit, in a temporary career-path deviation, until it was time to come home to Kimia, just in time for the Inquiry.

Are stans always this intense? Because good lord, Ironfist.

Over at Karashi Delta, in the aftermath of a fierce battle, Rotorstorm is hyping himself the fuck up.

But does he buy it himself?

Hmm, survey says no.

Of course, verbal abuse isn’t the only thing we’ll be getting here. No, things begin to escalate pretty rapidly with Jetstream, who moves from shoving to almost beating Rotorstorm to death in a matter of months, before disappearing from the station forever.

Dang, this Jetstream fella kinda sucks. What’s his friggin’ problem?

Ah.

Again, I can’t stress this enough, Whirl’s awful flipper claws from back during his time as a cop do not make a nice fist. He was basically stabbing Rotorstorm. Who let this man be a teacher?

Rotorstorm is snapped out of his self-deprecating flashbacks by the sight of something on the canyon lip up ahead. It’s the gotdang Shimmer. Rotorstorm books it, not wanting to be caught by a harbinger of death. It doesn’t work, but points for trying.

Back on Debris, Springer’s picked his new recruits. Now all he has to do is call them up. Hey, isn’t Springer green? Green like the Shimmer? How about that.

Back on Kimia, Skyfall’s wandered into Ironfist’s workshop to share the gossip on Fisitron’s latest Wreckers: Declassified. Folks are a bit critical of his writing style, it would seem.

Of course Swerve knows what fan-fiction is. He seems like exactly the type to make fun of it, then read a 43,000 word fic in a single sitting, under cover of darkness, burning with shame all the while.

After making a note on his current Wreckers: Declassified document to ease up on the adverbs, Ironfist switches gears and gets busy on his other project: an Unofficial Wreckers’ Training Guide. I wonder when the switch from Primal Vanguard to Wreckers as a hyperfixation happened for him.

Ironfist asks Skyfall what entry he’s currently on, and the answer is a ways away from the latest one. Skyfall’s a slow reader, but he doesn’t want to just beam it all into his brain because it feels like cheating. He asks Ironfist when he’s going to cover the Wreckers’ mission to Garrus-9, the one that happened while he was there being not-imprisoned. Ironfist gives a non-answer, then asks if Skyfall wants to help with packing up the war-crime guns. Skyfall most certainly does not.

Ironfist starts breaking everything down when he gets a call from Prowl, as happened in Last Stand #4.

Back with Springer, we’re giving our dad a hug, as he greets Kup. It’s here we find out who Ironfist replaced on the Wrecker team for Operation: Retrieval- it was Skyfall. Skyfall had impressed Springer during their last Garrus-9 excursion, and thought that he’d be a good fit for the team, despite the Black Phosphex incident.

Kup goes full old man story time mode about how insanely boring Prowl is, while Springer gets the door. On the other side is Twin Twist, Top Spin, and Perceptor. They hold the vote, Ironfist given immunity due to unmentioned Prowl reasons, and Springer gets ready to call all their new pals.

Back at Ironfist’s workshop, Ironfist reflects on just how his life got to this point. He’s going to join the Wreckers! Never mind the fact that he’ll be going to die, and that’s if the bullet crawling around in his skull doesn’t get him first. Never mind the very likely possibility that he’s being exploited by Prowl. Nah, he’s gonna go on an adventure! It’s gonna be awesome! Yaaaaay!

It doesn’t pay to be blue and naive when Roberts is handling the story. Just ask Pipes.

Or don’t. You won’t get an answer.

Called it.

Ironfist, starstruck, bumbles his way through the conversation we saw in the Mosaic, and so it was that he became a Wrecker. All he has to do is pop on over to Rung’s office, get his head examined, then get his butt on over to Babu Yar.

Telecon work completed, Springer reflects on the fact that Guzzle turned him down. It’s not often someone turns down the chance to be a Wrecker.

Oh, well, never mind then.

Ironfist immediately tells Skyfall about what’s happened, because he’s just so jazzed to be a Wrecker. Skyfall isn’t quite as thrilled, but does his best to be supportive.

And by that I mean he’s not listening in the slightest as he’s already planning out the interior design for the workshop once Ironfist is gone. I bet he’ll get Atomizer to help him, the tacky bastard.

Skyfall runs off to go look at paint swatches or whatever, and Ironfist finalizes the stuff for the Ethics Committee pickup.

Oh, so that appointment wasn’t on Kimia after all. Can we please get some sort of fast-track program for the mental health specific degrees? We can’t keep using Rung for everybody, he’s only one person.

Oh heavens, Ironfist, be careful.

Ironfist gets another call, and we jump scenes before we can figure out just who rang or why.

Brief timeskip, and we find ourselves at Babu Yar, as Ironfist introduces himself to Guzzle and his gun.

Ironfist is about as smooth as coarse-grit sandpaper.

While Ironfist is busy revealing his nerd shame to Guzzle, someone’s decided to be a cocky little asshole.

Oh, dramatic irony. Always a delightful sort of pain.

Rotorstorm cranks up the “I’m hot shit” act to 11.5, doing completely unnecessary flips and talking himself up like he will literally die if he doesn’t.

Off in the distance, something disingenuously impressive comes up over the hill.

Of course, it’s not Optimus Prime, but it is someone who would very much like to be him. Such is the nature of primus apotheosis. Gang’s all here!

This is going to turn out fan-fucking-tastic.

Rotorstorm and Guzzle want to play with the big gun Ironfist brought along, and since Ironfist is going to die anyway, he lets them go for it. This would be why everything was on fire at the start of the miniseries.

Yep. Just gotta make it hurt just a little more, doncha Roberts? Just gotta twist the knife.

Nine months after the events of the Garrus-9 mission, Skyfall is upset. He’s gone and played himself by not attending the Ethics Committee hearings, and they’ve taken all his toys away as a result. He tries to mask his lack of concern for safety precautions behind a facade of missing Ironfist, but it doesn’t get him the weapons back.

Feeling cross, he decides it’s about time he made a visit to the Exit Rooms to blow off a little steam.

Later, he gets a call. Worried that his lack of ethics and/or his drunken squabbling has gotten him in trouble yet again, he’s loathe to answer, but does anyway.

Ghost call!

No, it’s actually a prerecorded message, one that claims that Skyfall killed Ironfist. Ironfist had asked Brainstorm to take a gander at the gun after he got shot, and found that it had been tampered with, set to go off on its own when held a certain way. That’s who was calling before he left for his Wrecker mission.

Skyfall starts to panic, expecting the security detail for Kimia to bust into the workshop at any second.

Ironfist knows that only Skyfall could have done this to him, but he doesn’t know the exact motive. Was it because he was jealous of how good a weapons expert he was? A chip on his shoulder about Grindcore? Whatever the reason, Ironfist isn’t terribly concerned at the time of the recording. What he is concerned about is Gideon’s Glue.

Ironfist had, in fact, invented Gideon’s Glue, but he’d been so horrified by what the shit actually did, he flushed it into space and destroyed all research before the Ethics Committee even knew about it. It still got to the Decepticons, though, didn’t it? How could such a thing happen?

Probably not, considering what happens next.

Ironfist is a smart guy, but more importantly, he knows how to reach his audience. Literally, in this case, as Skyfall finds out, when the Enforcement Squad starts trying to break down the door. Ironfist had the message that Skyfall is currently listening to primed for beaming into all of Fisitron’s reader’s brains. Everyone knows what happened. Swerve. Atomizer. Ratchet, who’s over on Earth right now. First Aid, who has enough bullshit to worry about on Delphi without this nonsense. You. Me. Everyone.

Skyfall, in a mad attempt to save himself, throws some of Ironfist’s Wrecker memorabilia at the door, and out pops that last tube of Gideon’s Glue.

There’s only one way out of this one.

This got really intense at the end, didn’t it?

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