#i’ll riot that man deserves RESPECT

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Paulatim sed Firmiter (Slowly but surely) - Tuesday night

Warning: Tuesdays are slow and boring

Mood: https://youtu.be/JQSUDAL0iYE

Tag (because they asked): @glitterypirateduck

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Tuesday night

Sergeant Christine Vega’s room

 Price told me your mission got extended. Take care.

No, that wouldn’t work. Riot exhaled an exasperated huff and deleted the text, staring at the empty chat screen, only now realizing that they had never texted.

They had each other’s numbers, and there was even a rarely used Whatsapp group – apart from the Super Sergeants one – which had the five of them, but they had never exchanged texts privately. They hadn’t even talked on the phone, not even once.

Of course she knew why. Unless there were chores, or meetings, or training drills, they spent their whole time together, in various combinations. Ghost and Soap. Ghost, Soap and Gaz. Ghost and Gaz. Ghost, Gaz and her. Gaz and Soap. Gaz and her. Soap and her. Gaz, Soap and her. Ghost and her. Sometimes the four of them together. Most of the time working in silence on their respective paperwork, listening to Soap and Gaz throwing insults and quips at each other, just… co-existing.

Got in trouble for insulting an officer. You should have seen Price’s face.

No, that wouldn’t work either. It sounded as if she were writing a journal. Delete. Exasperated, she almost threw the fucking phone against the wall, but she just dropped back down on her bed instead, looking at the ceiling. For God’s sake. She was almost thirty. Ok, almost twenty-nine. She was way too old to act like a teen.

She closed her eyes, trying to remember his voice. That deep, gravelly voice, sometimes gruff, always scorching, making her melt as if it were lava. Lovie. Doll. There’s my girl. I’ll be back before you know it. You’re a menace, Vega. She was wearing his t-shirt over her pyjama shorts and it still smelled like him and it was making her stupid. It had to be that.

She grabbed the phone again.

I miss you

It even hurt to read it.

Her fingertip hovered over the little arrow. Lovie. There’s my girl. His small chuckle when calling her a menace. His eyes when telling her he would be back soon. His palm cupping her face in a forest in Belarus. His arm around her while sleeping on the plane. The warmth of his shoulder under her cheek.

I miss you

Delete. Riot tossed the phone on the bed and buried her face in her palms.

‘‘Mierda. Mierda mierda mierda mierda MIERDA MIERDA (shit)’’

Why. Fucking why. Three words. Just three words and it was so fucking easy to send them. Three words and it would be done. Three words and maybe she’d be able to sleep.

Three words and he would know, and maybe take the reigns because she was so fucking lost.

What if he left his phone? She wanted to laugh at her own stupidity. Of course he would have. None of them brought their phones on solo missions just in case. What was she thinking?

You don’t deserve it

Chuckling sadly to herself, she got out of the bed and walked over to her desk, where she sat down and put her headphones on after plugging them into her laptop, trying to ignore the voices in her head to try and study some vocabulary.

Impending impact

She froze, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She could smell the cell, smell them, the walls of her room becoming smaller and closer, smaller and closer, smaller and closer…

‘‘No. I’m not there.’’ She thought, opening a web browser and then Youtube. ‘‘I’m not there. You can’t take me there again. I won’t go’’

Slowly, she typed in the search bar, chose a compilation video, and hit play.

Fight fire with fucking fire.

-              

141 common room

‘‘You had dinner two hours ago’’ Gaz couldn’t help but laugh seeing Soap devouring a bag of crisps. ‘‘And ate enough for a whole platoon’’

‘‘After that fucking lunch of shite what did’ya expect’’ Soap grumbled with his mouth full. ‘‘And dinner was pasta. PASTA. That doesn’t fill a man’s belly’’

Both of them were slumped on one of the sofas of the common room that Price had deemed private for the officers of the Task Force. It wasn’t a big one, but enough for the five officers to meet for some downtime and not have to use the mess hall, it even had a small kitchenette and a fridge where they could store all kinds of snacks for the times where the canteen’s food was atrocious.

‘‘It was a good thing lunch was horrible though’’ Gaz smiled, going over a list on his notebook with Soap leaning against his side, looking. ‘‘Everyone was queuing at the burger joint and the office building was deserted’’

MacTavish’s smile was a devilish as his while the both of them sniggered.

‘‘How much time do you think it’ll take for Robinson to realize?’’

‘‘As soon as he sits down tomorrow’’ Gaz smirked, dutifully crossing the first and second lines of the list the three Sergeants had put together the day before. ‘‘And the rest as soon as temperature starts to rise’’

Soap barked a laugh, tossing the empty bag into the bin and then grabbing his phone.

‘‘I’m going to call Riot to see if she wants to come hang out’’

‘‘Won’t she be sleeping?’’

‘‘Nah’’ Just in case, Soap checked the hour before browsing his contacts and choosing the one he needed. ‘‘At this hour she’s stuffing her brain with vocabulary from whatever language she’s obsessed to learn now. That or she’s watching kitten and puppy videos.’’

He put the phone on speaker, waiting. She didn’t answer, and Soap frowned, while Gaz shrugged.

‘‘Maybe she is sleeping’’

‘‘Never this early’’ Johnny tried again, sitting upright on the sofa. ‘‘And in any case, she’s a light sleeper and never puts the phone in silent mode. If she sees it’s me, she answers. If I see it’s her calling, I answer. That’s our deal’’

‘‘What happened when either of you were deployed before, then?’’ Gaz looked at the screen of Johnny’s phone, seeing the call going unanswered again and his friend’s carefree expression vanishing.

‘‘We warned each other so we’d know. We sneaked a text here and there anyway’’ Soap stood up, glaring at the phone. ‘‘I’m going to her room’’

‘‘Mate, you’re going to get in trouble if someone catches you in the women’s wing’’ Gaz shook his head, watching MacTavish as the Scot made his way to the door.

‘‘I dinnae care’’ Was Soap’s faint answer as he left in a hurry. Gaz sighed and went back to his notebook, reading again the crossed lines.

-       Unscrew chair’s wheels

-       Hide fish and eggs in air vent

 Johnny rushed through the corridors, still trying to call and getting disconnected after countless tones. He didn’t know why he was worried, though. She was fine. She had to be. His blood froze just with the thought of losing his person.

He barely looked around when he reached the female officers’ wing, starting to search in his pockets for the copy of her room’s key. Both of them had copies of each other’s rooms, just in case, just for safety, but in reality they both knew it was because they were each other’s safe shelter. Countless times in boot camp one or another sneaked into each other’s room to sleep, and now was no different.

When he reached the middle of the hallway he heard her ringtone going off. Thunderstruck. ACDC. She had had the same ringtone since she was sixteen, per her words. So her phone wasn’t on silent mode but she wasn’t answering.

‘‘Please, please, please…’’ Johnny fumbled with the key, trying to get it into the lock and turning it, pushing the door open.

Christine was there, hunched over her desk in front of her laptop, with her head buried in her bent arms, her fingers tugging at her hair, headphones on. He closed the door and locked it before approaching here quickly, seeing her flinch, but it didn’t look like she noticed his presence.

‘‘What the…’’ He looked at the screen, to find a video running on Youtube. ‘‘What are you…?’’

There was a sudden flash of fire in the video, and seconds after, she flinched again, her fingers grabbing her own hair more roughly. His eyes went wide and he grabbed the headphones’ cord to yank it off the laptop and slap it shut.

‘‘Yer aff yer heid, what are you doing???’’

She whimpered weakly, still in the same position, and Johnny kneeled beside her chair to pull her forcefully into his arms, tearing her headphones off and tossing them aside. Christine blindly clung to him, burying her face in his neck while he held her.

‘‘For fuck’s sake, listening to explosions? Really?’’ He pressed his cheek against her hair, rocking her body and trying to get her to breathe slower and steadier. ‘‘That’s my thing, you know? Not yours. What were you thinking?’’

She tried to pry away from his arms, but he held her firmly, and slowly got up, forcing her to her feet with him. Then, he lifted her up, and that was when she seemed to wake up.

‘‘What the fuck are you doing here?’’

‘‘You weren’t answering yer fucking phone!’’ Johnny grunted while carrying her to the bed, where he sat down with Christine on his lap, his arms holding her in place in spite of her protests.

‘‘I’m fine!’’ She tried to get up, but he forced her down again. ‘‘You don’t have to worry about me!’’

John Ian MacTavish was a nice lad. A patient lad. Friend of his friends, and of his friends’ friends. He had a smile and a good word for everyone, a friendly quip, always saw the funny side of things. Never getting angry, laughing the loudest, being as supportive as he could. Slow to anger.

Beware the fury of a patient man

‘‘The fucking fuck does that mean!?’’ His voice thundered in the small room, keeping her caged in his arms, her back to his chest and his cheek pressed against hers. ‘‘How… how dae ye dare say that!?’’

Christine tried to protest again, but the only sound that came from her mouth was a sob, and Johnny’s heart broke. He could count with the fingers of one hand the times he had seen her tears or heard her cry, and he still would have fingers to spare. He lay down on the bed with her still in his arms, and forced her to turn around and face him.

‘‘Gimme yer right leg’’

‘‘What?’’

‘‘Gimme yer fucking leg’’ Johnny raised himself on one elbow and hiked up the left leg of his cargo trousers before pulling his sock down as far as he could reach. Then, he grabbed her bare right ankle when she was trying to get away and get out of the bed and dragged it over his left. On both was the same design, a simple black triquetra. ‘‘What thae fuck does this mean!?’’

Her eyes welled up, staring at their matching tattoos. It had been a juvenile, cheesy thing to do, but at the moment, when they were to be separated and destined to different units, it had seemed appropriate. To still be with each other in their own way, even in the distance.

‘‘A fucking promise!’’ Johnny’s deep blue eyes bored into hers, angrier than she had seen in years. ‘‘We fucking promised to take care of each other. To be there for each other. Don’t fucking dare tell me I dinnae have to worry about you. Yer my family. Yer my sister’’

‘‘You already have three sisters, Johnny’’ She smiled weakly, still teary eyed, and he sighed and dropped his head on hers until their foreheads were pressed against each other.

‘‘Awa' n bile yer heid’’

They stayed there in silence, both calming down until Christine sighed.

‘‘I’m drowning, Johnny, and I don’t know how to stay afloat’’ She felt his hands in her hair, soothingly brushing it back from her face, their foreheads still touching. ‘‘I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing and it’s not getting better. It’s so slow. I can’t do slow. I need to be me, I can’t do this, I need to be better’’

‘‘Then talk to me. Please! You can’t do this to yourself. Seriously, listening to explosions in your free time? For what, trying to make yourself not scared of them again?’’ He grumbled, feeling her body relaxing while he kept running his rough fingers through her hair, untangling some knots in the blonde locks. ‘‘You’re always so patient with everyone, lassie. With the recruits, with the civilian personnel, with the higher ups, with me. Why can’t you dedicate some of that patience to yourself?’’

She sniffled, rubbing her eyes to try and make the tears go away before they fell, when Johnny’s phone went off with a text message. Grunting, he took it out of his pocket to check.

‘‘It’s Gaz. We were in the common room, plotting, and I was calling ye to see if ye wanted to come’’ He sat up, dragging her up with him, his usual grin back. ‘‘So go wash your face and get dressed, we’re going to plan naughty shit’’

Christine laughed despite herself, and wrapped her arms around Johnny’s neck to kiss his cheek, laughing more when he pretended to gag.

‘‘I love you, Johnny’’ She whispered against his skin, smiling. ‘‘I don’t know what I would do without you’’

When she released him Johnny brushed his thumb over the scar on her cheek, grinning.

‘‘I love you too. You won’t get rid of me anytime soon, lassie’’ He slapped her on the thigh, pushing her up from his lap as she laughed. ‘‘Come on, Gaz’s waiting’’

She grabbed some clothes to go to the bathroom to get changed, in a better mood. When she stood up the too big black t-shirt she was wearing covered her legs until mid-thigh, and Johnny just stared until she disappeared in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

He could have sworn he had seen that t-shirt somewhere.

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[crystalelemental]

Wife’s up against the Elite Four.  I’ll be giving thoughts as we go below.

Rika’s up first.  We knew about her.  She’s cool, we like her design.  Apparently she’s a Ground-type, that’s really cool.  Her main is a Clodsire, which is my favorite thing in the world.  I love that dopey creature.  It’s a pretty nice team, too.  I don’t entirely love that Clodsire is the one getting the Tera type.  All the Gym Leaders got something outside their typical designation.  So while it’s at least interesting to see someone finally aim for double STAB, I kinda wish she did something a bit more engaging.

Sequential battling is back, and I love it.  Poppy’s next.  She’s Steel-type.  I had a feeling, and if I’m right?  Rock is still missing as someone’s specialty.  So maybe the mystery E4 member.  I admit to having some bias against Steel-types.  I think they’re obnoxious and overpowered.  She also leads Stealth Rock, and is literally like five years old.  Given the academy seems to focus on beginning instruction around 10 again, I have no idea how she’s here.  Look, I don’t like Poppy, let’s just get it out there.  Tinkaton as the final is...interesting.  Again with the double STAB.  This one’s pretty thematic though.  If we get more of Poppy, and it’s to have chaotic destructive gremlin energy, I could change my mind on her.  But not yet.

LARRY?!  Okay, cool.  So he wasn’t just a gym leader, he’s an Elite Four member.  That’s interesting.  Same typing in Normal?  No, a different type.  Oh my god, Flying.  Well...okay, we’re still missing Rock.  Someone needs to be a Rock specialist.  ...oh shit, is it Geeta?  Is Geeta a Rock-type specialist?!  Holy shit that’d be so good!  Finally, some respect for the Rock-type!  This has been a good game for the type, maybe it’s finally their time.  They deserve it.

Anyway, my man Larry.  Staraptor is apparently not his ace anymore.  He also leads Tropius which I kinda love.  In fact, I like his team a lot.  And his ace is Flamigo.  I...would never have guessed Flamigo.  Honestly this guy is a riot.

And of course, my man Hassel.  Kinda pissed that Dragon man is #4.  They did that twice before.  Do something interesting.  Anyway, Hassel’s perfect, no flaws as a person, so I don’t feel the need to comment on him, but I will.  Super Fang/Air Slash Noivern lead is hilarious.  He’s so good already.  And he runs Dragalge.  A man after my own heart.  Baxcalibur is ridiculous, look at this thing.

And finally...it’s Geeta time.  She has the Lady Gaga bird, I love it.  And Gogoat, which I personally think is cool.  Avalugg is a bit...I don’t respect it.  But sure.  Kingambit is hilarious, that’s a great pick.  Veluza is...sure.  I don’t like this fish, but it’s fine.  And she has Glimmora.  You know, my wife made a statement when we had trouble finding it, that Geeta undoubtedly had it.  And upon reflection, she was super right.  They always do this.  The super rare super powerful thing is always on the champion’s team.  This is neat.  I kinda like it.  But on the whole...Geeta’s team is super hit and miss.  I don’t love it.

But yeah, League cleared.  They’re honestly a pretty fun crew.  Though admittedly, I...did not come to love Geeta as much as I had hoped.  Oh well.

#pokemon violet

[kawaikith]

☾ my views on marry my husband.

This kdrama = 🥹🤌🏻🫠 *chefs kiss*

Park min young had to lose weight for the role of playing a cancer patient, i remember reading it in the articles. She’s so dedicated, I love her so much.

So, i’m finally watching this drama after hearing the hype over it, and it’s a 5/⭐ I LOVE IT, I’M ONLY ON EPISODE ONE, BUT IT’S SO GOOD!!! ✨

I love the small details, they’re shown so perfectly.

The taxi driver giving her money back, saying that it is his last day as a taxi driver, turns out it was her father. From the small heart mark on the notes he gave her. 🤌🏻

How she wakes up and travels back in time, ten years before she died at the hands of that douchebag, minhwan. He’s such a red flag, though.

The way she runs at him, the moment she looks at him 😭😂 she runs so fast, she runs 200 metre from her company.

And, our green forest follows, with her sandles, even buys her food, because he knows that she needs it. 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🫠 The husband she deserves, I hope.

And, that fucking bitch soomin, acting as if she really cares for min young. (I forgot the character’s…wait, it’s jiwon, hmm) 😂not me forgetting her name every few minutes. 😭

Did you also see that when jihyuk watches jiwon smile, he collides with the desk, and all the papers are flying. Lol, he’s so whipped, WHIPPED! LOVE TO SEE THAT SHIT!!!

Love where this is headed. Finally! I found a good kdrama!

Okay, i watched way too many episodes and came back to update this post.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how jihyuk knows to take care of our jiwonnie, he even outdoes himself and decorates his place with Christmas trees, stockings, and other things. (I’m not a Christian, so i don’t know what those things are called, forgive me)

Also, their first kiss 🤌🏻🫠🥺😩

But, right after they kiss, he pushes her away from himself, because he’s reminded that he is the person who has to protect her.

He literally locks her out of his apartment 😭

Park minhwan, that motherfucker deserved the debts he has and let’s talk about his parents’s insult that jiwon did. 😂😂😂

She legit dressed like a mistress to show his mother that she isn’t below her, that motherfucker had the audacity to say that jiwon should learn how to respect elders, that she can’t cook, blah blah.

Jiwon is such a legend for answering her back, and not letting that bitch of a mother bring her down.

That comeback was honestly so much better than any k-pop groups i’ve ever seen!!!! 🫠

Wait, but this sumin bitch pisses me off so much, she really had the audacity to seduce minhwan knowing that he’s her best friend’s boyfriend, and then covering up the jomart issue and blaming it on jiwonnie.

That bitch’ll get what he reaped, i swear if she doesn’t, i’ll fucking riot!!!

I don’t know how reincarnation trope works, but if soomin had a miscarriage, then i don’t know how jiwon’s revenge is even complete, especially after the special entry of Yuri, jihyuk’s ex fianceé, is there going to be a sad ending?

Okay, yuri’s entry was not needed, they were just dragging the drama, and therefore, the last episodes felt boring.

I love how jihyuk is a man of small details, how he keeps track of everything that makes jiwon smile, and tries to overdo himself just to see her sweet smile, he’s such a cutie patotie, he even adopts the cat that jiwon used to feed in their college days.

He buys her expensive necklaces, clothes, and takes care of her needs so well, it’s so fucking attractive.

He’s such a divine masculine, i fucking love him! 🤌🏻

#marry my husband #kdrama #na inwoo #park minyoung

[infinitebells]

it is a national fucking travesty that von herder is not in the op

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #von herder #i’ll riot that man deserves RESPECT

[somerpmemes]

Amphibia S1 Starters

Change as needed

“Okay, so yesterday was a bad day.”

“Wish there was a way to prove I’m not such a goof-up.”

“Bribe accepted!”

“You’re a hero! An ugly, ugly, ugly hero!”

“Oh boy, that’s gross.”

“That was pretty cool, ___. Also really dumb.”

“So is punching part of friendship?”

“Hey, sorry I almost got us killed today.”

“Just one of Mother Nature’s horrible mistakes.”

“This world is messed up.”

“That’s kinda messed up, man.”

“The moment has passed, hasn’t it?”

“You set ‘em up, and I’ll knock ‘em down.”

“No telling what creepy critters are swimming around.”

“It’s fun cause it doesn’t hurt! ….ow.”

“They’re gonna eat each other alive.”

“How is it still so hot in here!?”

“Old things are dumb!”

“I don’t know what it is but I love it!”

“Don’t you dare talk about pineapple on my pizza.”

“I’ve seen your death in my mind.”

“Please don’t tell me where it comes from.”

“Who knew ultimate flavor could be so painful?”

“___, there’s a big difference between courage and stupidity.”

“Must be painful to make so little sense all the time.”

“Yeah, deep down we’re just a couple of softies, ain’t we?”

“Always gotta make it about you, don’t you?”

“Okay, that was the smartest thing I ever said.”

“This a cult thing?”

“...sensing something is wrong.”

“I don’t wanna die in a basement!”

“What is this demonic nonsense?”

“___, this show has beautiful people doing dumb things while stuff explodes. It’s literally perfect.”

“Pretty sure I just got played.”

“That woman is everything I wanna be.”

“Impressive. Kinda scary, but impressive.”

“Finally, the luxury I deserve.”

“I don’t wanna live on this planet anymore.”

“I’m here for the drama.”

“These are horrifying.”

“I’m sure this’ll make sense in a minute.”

“It’s dumb, but fun to watch.”

“Where was I? Oh right, crippling sadness.”

“That sounds bad.”

“___, there’s more to life than spitting and hitting stuff.”

“That hurt my soul.”

“You are really not selling me on this place.”

“You’re really easy to trick.”

“Do you like being randomly attacked?”

“That’s, uhh… that’s pretty dark.”

“You’re soft, ___, like a baby.”

“Could you, like, turn down the creep? Just a bit?”

“Man, all I wanted to do today is get muddy and eat people.”

“Wow, that’s uncharacteristically generous of you.”

“Just find a nice tree to leave me under.”

“Uh, anyone dead yet?”

“Oh wow this looks unsafe. We HAVE to go down there!”

“Uh, did we just get locked in here?”

“Who wouldn’t wanna steal this stuff?”

“Looks like my day just got a lot more challenging.”

“There, there, you beautiful, disgusting thing.”

“Love is the cruelest weapon.”

“___, no pressure but we’re gonna die.”

“Well, it looks like this meal’s a bust. Who wants to eat out?”

“Harsh, but on point.”

“Assassinating your critics, I love it!”

“Now it’s like nothing happened.”

“Make promises you can’t keep and junk.”

“I’ve been here too long.”

“Nothing like cracking your neck after a long drive.”

“Give me that ding dang thing!”

“If it was respect you were looking for, you sure lost mine.”

“Whoa, this is serious.”

“Get them to love you and they’ll do anything for you.”

“Don’t stare into the abyss, ___.”

“To the VIP seats!”

“This… this is pretty sad.”

“Been a long time since I danced with someone.”

“That reference means nothing to me.”

“Is it safe to look yet?”

“The acting troupe had to cancel on account of, well, being eaten on the way here.”

“We ain’t backing down!”

“What matters is that I’m here to take care of you.”

“All you gotta do is smile and be friendly.”

“Am I crazy or is he making sense?”

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the bathroom practicing my distinguished expression.”

“That’s, uhh, hard to say no to.”

“Just let it happen, ___.”

“C’mon, help me break the door down.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Enough death already.”

“Wouldn’t we be better off preparing by diving into deadly situations?”

“Research is overrated.”

“That is some steampunky nonsense right there.”

“Don’t fall, I won’t catch you!”

“Is this a ‘we gotta go now’ thing or can I finish eating?”

“This is totally different. This is about me!”

“Well, I’ve got a house to break into, so…”

“That’s gonna be hard to forget.”

“Uhh, yeah, you need help, bud. This is deranged.”

“I don’t want your pity cookies.”

“So, turns out tonight’s events were a tad traumatic…”

“That’s kinda personal and you’re kinda basically an unstable stranger.”

“Wow, flying? What a great way to spy on my enemies.”

“Ehh, we’ll fix it when we get back.”

“Well, that was a waste of time.”

“Don’t put your hand in there!”

“There’s absolutely nothing familiar here.”

“Well, that didn’t feel balanced.”

“Now we’re both cowards!”

“Well, you do give off a creepy vibe.”

“I may look nice, but I’m petty and vengeful on the inside.”

“Not only am I petty, but I’m very unforgiving.”

“Hey, can’t you see I’m trying to pass on!?”

“Well, this is horrible.”

“Ehh, who am I kidding? I’ll eat it.”

“I don’t usually do ‘team sports’, I do ‘me sports’.”

“Well, shoot, I’m crying ‘cause that was beautiful.”

“She may be gigantic but she’s also a child.”

“___, you seem oddly invested.”

“I have all this anger and I don’t know what to do with it!”

“I’m looking forward to seeing this thing go down in flames.”

“I can’t wait to abuse this power!”

“___, this isn’t cute anymore.”

“Oh, she’s totally freaking out.”

“Ooh! I wanna riot too!”

“Oh, if you gonna bring it, then bring it.”

“Do you ever stop talking!?”

“Oh, come on, a dagger!?”

“Look at me, look at me. Everything’s gonna be totally fine, alright?”

“Maybe you’re better off without me.”

#amphibia #rp #rp starters #rp meme #starters #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #ask meme

[ragsweas]

Hobbit Fic Rec List!

MODERN AU!

Hello! I always wanted to share a gigantic list of awesome works in Hobbit fanfic, but realized they are too many. So let's start small. A few modern AU that everybody has to read!

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How to fall in love in 100 days by Kytanna

As their lives intertwine, Thorin, Bilbo, and their nephews learn the meaning of finding a family, love and the hard path towards healing. All, over the course of a hundred days.

A lovely piece with all the cuteness and fluff.

Softer Strokes by autisticalistair

Thorin is a well-known artist living a secluded life in the Swiss Alps. Bilbo is a former history professor living in a trauma rehabilitation centre after a devastating accident that took his parents lives. Through a mutual friend, Bilbo finds himself in Switzerland, and Thorin finds himself with company for the next few months, and neither of them are prepared for what that will bring.

I'll never say 'I love you' by JustReadingMaybeWriting

Bilbo is a veterinary student who one night saves the life a handsome but wounded man. Bilbo should have called an ambulance. If he had called an ambulance, he wouldn't be in this weird mess. He certainly wouldn't be falling in love with the man he saved, who can't seem to leave him alone.

This one's a bit dark, but I love it.

painted blind by nasri

The last time Bilbo stepped foot in Aberdeen it was with a broken heart and a bachelor’s degree. All things considered, this time isn’t so different.

Plan B by Drenagon

Plan B: an alternative strategy; a contingency plan, devised for an outcome other than the expected plan.

Or, sending an unqualified temp to act as Thorin Oakenshield's PA because no one qualified can put up with him.

(He'd say they can't meet his standards. Of course he would.)

Meet Bilbo Baggins. He just became Plan B.

One Modern!AU I always wanted to read and this is just it! It's amazing!! And the whole COmpany is there!!

A Land Far Away by Prollyaghost (Callmerin)

"If we were in a different time or place, this story may have begun with ‘once upon a time’, or even ‘In a hole in the ground, there lived…’ But as it so happens, we are in this time and place, in the outskirts of London, where there are no ‘once upon a times’ and the only holes in grounds lead to sewage tunnels. There does happen to be, however, a man who has dedicated a great deal of his life studying these ‘once upon a time’s. He is an English teacher, enjoys afternoon teas with homemade raisin scones, and he most certainly does not believe in fairy-tales.

His name is Bilbo Baggins, and that last bit about him is about to change."

Bilbo Baggins, an English teacher who has never been outside of England, suddenly finds himself thrust into an adventure when a strange man named Thorin Oakenshield requires his help to fulfil his father’s dying wish. Turns out studying the niche topic of the ancient, fictional society of dwarves was more useful than his parents could have imagined. Plunged into a forgotten land, Thorin and Bilbo must find the mythical Arkenstone, before the legends of the past come back to haunt modern society.

Okay, this one's a WIP, but damn the premise is super interesting and honestly can't wait for the next update!

Nothing Gold Can Stay by perkynurples

Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an adventure?

This is one of the fics that does not need an introduction. No matter how many times you read this, it isn't enough. And we all love Fili and Kili here.

What to do When Your Cat is an Asshole by lily_winterwood

“You have a cat?” asks the face on the screen. “Yes. His name’s Smaug, he’s orange, and he’s an asshole. Aren’t you, Smaug?” Surly Food Provider glowers at me, which, of course, I am immune to. “Aren’t you a little asshole?” I don’t see why he needs to call me that. My butthole is perfectly licked, and it smells wonderful.

The AU where Smaug is Thorin's asshole cat. Written for the Bagginshield Unexpected Anniversary.

This one's small, and hilarious and even better if you imagine Benedryl Cucumbersnatch narrating the whole thing

No Ordinary Love by badskippy

Bilbo and Ori have been best friends since they were ten years old and tragedy brought them together. Now, a new job, a sudden rainstorm, a chance meeting and budding romance with a burly, handsome stranger will not only alter their lives, but set in motion events that will change everyone around them, and reveal how lies, deceit and assumptions can leave deeper scars than the ones that can be seen.

WIP, unfinished, but damn was this an interesting tale. For anybody who loves angst, go give it a read!

Remember Me by thehistorygeek

Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield are destined to suffer. In every life they live, in every age, in every era, they meet, and this meeting brings back all the memories of the lives that have come before. But every meeting serves also as a death sentence, for once they have met, one of them is doomed to die soon after, usually tragically and prematurely. They remember nothing of their past lives until they meet, and once they have there is nothing that can be done to stop their fate.

For anyone obsessed with Reincarnation and/or History, this is it.

A Remover of Obstacles by MistakenMagic

"Dis often chided her older brother for being a misanthropist. She did it so often it had become a term of endearment. It was true that Thorin struggled with people; he struggled to form and maintain relationships. Dr. Grey had diagnosed him with this and Thorin hadn’t the heart to tell him this wasn’t a symptom of his PTSD, it was a symptom of his personality. He exercised a sense of apathy with almost everyone he met… But Bilbo was different. Thorin actually found himself wanting to know more about him."

Another fic that DOES NOT need an introduction. I have read it thrice and every time the emotions are still the same. Trigger Warnings, but damn this is all worth it.

An Unexpected Meeting by what_am_i_even_doing_tho

This is the chronicling of the modern day shenanigans of Bilbo Baggins, who is an absolute gay disaster, and Thorin Oakenshield, who is unashamedly enamored. Aka, the modern Bagginshield AU that no one ever asked for but they're getting anyway.

green and gilded by nasri

The next time he visits his parents there are flowers left in the grass, pressed back against the gravestone. They are yellow and white daffodils, plain and wilting.

“Who’s been to see you?” He asks, taking a single photo of the flowers with their drooping stems and curled petals and the wet winter grass that surrounds them. His mother would call it kind, his father might say it's curious, and Bilbo takes another petal to tuck into his pocket.

You know those stories that you read once and then they never leave your head? And somehow your whole life begins to revolve around that one story? Yeah, this is it. Spoilers in tag and I would suggest you read before advancing cause many people do not like it, but even if you are not in that group, just give it a read. This story deserves all the reads.

Bran' New Suit by pibroch (littleblackdog)

Andrew's description had been sufficient to recognize him— a riot of honey brown curls, short in stature, a well-favoured face with expressive features— but it hadn't quite been enough to prepare Tom for the sharp, almost painful tug in his gut at the sight of the man. They had never met before, to the best of Tom's recollection, but there was something eerily and inexplicably familiar about him all the same.

One of the first Modern AU I read and dauym...you won't get it until the end but then...it's fun.

Under New Management by frostyjack

Fili's life is pretty good -- he's doing well at university, he gets on well with his uncle and guardian Thorin, and he's never likely to know what it's like to be poor or unwanted. Then Thorin takes in a foster child -- Kili Oakenshield, a long-lost relative whose past is a total mystery. Suddenly, Fili's life gets a whole lot more complicated. But maybe it gets better, too.

Lots of trigger warning for this one, but when the end comes, you'll know it's all been worth it.

One-Sided Conversations by northerntrash

"Thank you for listening," Thorin said, getting to his feet. "I hope to be able to return the favour, one day."

The man on the bed didn't respond, but since he'd been in a coma for longer than Thorin had known him, that wasn't entirely surprising.

(Not Quite) Prince Charming by manic_intent

The problem, Bilbo would later tell Gandalf in aggrieved irritation, was not so much the unannounced visitors, oh no, but the fact that due to the lateness of the hour and sheer merciless fate, it came to be that at the respectable age of forty, Bilbo was being introduced to a real, live king while wearing striped pyjamas and fluffy slippers.

The Making of a Story by northerntrash

When Bilbo finds a case of old family photographs, he becomes determined to find the original owners: what he does not expect is to become quite so involved in their lives, or that those photographs should prove quite so important.

Misunderstandings and other obstacles for love by ylc

This series dammit! It's amazing, and the dynamics you would ask from a Modern AU.

Candle Glow and Mistletoe by euseevius

Bilbo and Thorin have been married for six months now. The thing is, Thorin’s family doesn’t know this. And because pretending to be just friends for the three weeks you’re going to spend at the family cabin is so much easier than telling the truth, that is what they will do.

(Of course Bilbo has his own ideas of how believable it is for a grown man to bring a friend to spend Christmas with his family. That’s why they make a bet out of it.)

For days you need to just laugh at these two idiots.

The Lost Kingdom of Erebor by Twisted_Barbie

AU. The Lost Kingdom of Erebor is shrouded in myth, likened to the heavens and compared to Atlantis. Until an archaeological discovery unearths that which was lost and awakens the Mad King from his cursed eternal rest.

Not a happy ending, and mysterious and you need to give it a read. Just, do it. It will all be worth it.

Of Palaces and Ruins by livelongandgetiton

Slow burn. Bilbo Baggins is a half-baked archaeologist who has put his dreams of adventure on hold to teach secondary school. Thorin is the grandson of a politically powerful figure in the historically rich and deeply isolationist country of Erebor. When he flees conflict and corruption in Erebor to settle in London, he finds his hands full with two young boys. Gandalf meddles, and Bilbo signs on as a personal tutor for the boys in hopes of getting a foot in the door to archaeological work in Erebor. He soon discovers that Thorin is a tough nut to crack. As Bilbo takes care of the boys he and Thorin grow closer, and secrets about not just the brooding stranger, but the mysterious country and politics of Erebor begin to unravel. It turns out that Bilbo isn't leaving adventure behind, after all.

WIP, updating. JUST READ IT!!!

Write Me Down Easy by lucyraebrown

Bilbo Baggins, a simple man with a wish for something more than his life teaching high school English, is obsessed with a famous author by the pen-name Oakenshield. Although he knows the future is dim for his chances of finding out about the man behind his favorite book, it's reassuring to know someone has the same thoughts about the world.

WIP, updating. It's mostly fuff and happiness, so yesss...feed your inner Bagginshield!

Show Me My Silver Lining by BiSquared

Three years after the hostile takeover of his grandfather's record label by one DJ Smaug, lead singer Thorin Oakenshield is ready to give up on his dreams, even if his band isn't ready to give up on him. If Thorin can convince talent scout Bilbo Baggins to sign them, they might just have a fighting chance. Of course, this is the night when Thorin gets stage fright.

The music industry AU no one asked for.

Love-In-Idleness by perkynurples       

Taking Bilbo Baggins, a successful movie actor who is only just getting used to the perks and intricacies of becoming A Face People Want To See, and putting him together with Thorin Oakenshield, with his very traditional (read: slightly backwards) ideas about what constitutes Real Art and Real Talent, might very well be viewed as just some clothead’s idea of a joke. But there are jokes, and then there are carefully calculated risks the size of controversial reproductions of classic Shakespearean plays - for Bilbo, it is the chance of a lifetime to prove himself to all those who have ever deemed him too one-dimensional to even attempt stage, while Thorin has the opportunity to get out of the rut that’s been hindering his career for so long now, and shine in a role worthy of his talent once again. That is if the two learn how to share the same space for more than ten minutes without wanting to tear each other’s hair out. The course of true love never did run smooth, after all…

Did I read this in one go? Yes I did. Did I fall in love with Bagginshiled all over again? Yes I did.

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And that's the list folks! I hope you guys have fun reading all of these nice fics! (And all the bagginshield angst/fuff)

#the hobbit #hobbit #fanfiction #fanfic #thilbo #thorins company #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #modern #fanfic recommendation #hope you all have fun!

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What’s Done is Done - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Requested by: @joannie95

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It’s been 3 months since you moved out of the tower. You still went on missions with the team, and would go there to train during the week, but other than that, you stayed far away. Wanda and Nat would meet up with you for girls nights, and you would hang out with Sam frequently, but all out of the tower. You didn’t know this, but Bucky was miserable not seeing you. The only times he got a chance was briefings and a few missions. You begged Steve and Tony to keep you on separate missions, unless the whole team was needed. 

The whole team gave Bucky the riot act after you moved out. He knew what he did was stupid, but he just couldn’t understand how a beautiful and kind woman such as yourself could love him. You had helped relieve the nightmares, but after a mission where you were being openly threatened to get a reaction out of him, he just didn’t know what else to do. He thought you would break it off after being threatened because of him, but no. You told him it wasn’t his fault, which just made the guilt even worse.

He knows he went about things all wrong, and he knows the longer he waits, the worse things will be. However, out of respect for you, no one will tell him where you are. Even FRIDAY is keeping it confidential. He tries to follow his friends, but it’s like they know he would be doing it and make sure that they don’t go near you. He just wants to apologize and beg on his knees for forgiveness. He is lying on his bed on morning thinking of begging Steve for information when there is a knock on his door.

After alerting the person they can come in, Sam enters with an annoyed expression. “Listen, Y/N is coming to the tower today. This is the first time he is coming to hang out with the team, and you better not ruin it. You have done enough. Got it?” he sneers at Bucky. Bucky sighs, “Sam, I told you everything. I want to apologize to her. I get it if she won’t take me back. Just please let me apologize to her,” Bucky begs. 

Sam shakes his head, “If she lets you then fine. But don’t be afraid if she doesn’t. She is finally getting back to her old self,” Sam says before leaving the room. Bucky quickly flies out of bed to shower and change. He makes sure to wear your favorite shirt of his, hoping that will get your attention. He heads out to the common room and hears everyone talking. His heart pounds when he hears your voice, but quickly drops when he hears what you announce to the room.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Tommy,” you say with a large smile, while holding Tommy’s hand. Sam gets up and shakes Tommy’s hand as he looks behind him to see Bucky’s fallen expression. Although Sam is pissed at Bucky, he somewhat feels for the guy, but then thinks he deserves it. You continue to make introductions with the team before you finally turn around and see Bucky. Tommy looks up at the man, not realizing who he is and goes to shake his hand. “Uh... Tommy, this is... Sergeant Barnes,” you say nonchalantly. 

Bucky looks at you when you address him with his title, and his heart breaks slightly more, but he knows he deserves this and more, so he keeps his mouth shut and jealousy pools throughout him. Bucky shakes Tommy’s hand, and makes sure to squeeze just a little too hard, which makes Tommy flinch. You pull Tommy away and into the common room with the rest of the team, hoping Bucky will just leave, but of course he doesn’t.

The team is asking how you guys met, and how long you had been dating. Suddenly Bucky’s voice pops up, “So... have you fucked yet?” he asks. You look at him with wide eyes. Tommy clears his throat, “Uh... that’s kinda personal Sergeant Barnes,” he says, looking at you. You squeeze Tommy’s hand, trying to tell him to ignore him. “Well if you need pointers, I know all the things Y/N likes in the bedroom so,” Bucky says like he is talking about the weather.

“Bucky!” you yell. He just shrugs his shoulders like he hasn’t said anything wrong. “Tommy, please ignore him. He is an asshole,” you say glaring at Bucky. He gives you innocent eyes, and you can’t help but want to laugh because he looks adorable, but you shake your thoughts away. “Well, maybe we should just go, if this is how today is going to go,” you say standing up. You hear the group begging you to stay and yelling at Bucky. “Doll, I’m sorry. I’ll stop,” he says with pleading eyes.

You nod and sit back down, getting back into easy conversation with the team, trying to ignore Bucky. You kept looking over at him and he would give you a small smile each time, that would make butterflies form in your stomach. You scold yourself because he hurt you so damn bad, but your reaction to him cannot be helped. Especially since he is wearing your favorite shirt. You love the way it fits on him, showing all his bulging muscles. It’s like he did that on purpose, but you know he doesn’t care about you.

After spending the afternoon, you and Tommy take your leave. You say goodbye to your friends and are heading out when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Bucky, “Uh... I was hoping maybe we could talk.” You shake your head, “I... I don’t think I’m ready to talk Bucky. Don’t you have a date with some slut or something to get to?” you ask before going to walk away. Bucky grabs your arm, “If you think that man could ever make you feel the way I make you feel, you are only joking yourself,” he says in a jealous rage. 

You yank your arm away, “You’re right. He doesn’t make me feel the way you did. He is so much better,” you say before walking away. Bucky just stares at you, wanting to run after you. He didn’t mean the talk to go that way, but his jealousy got the best of him. Sam glares at him as he walks past, “Told ya not to get your hopes up Barnes,” he says before walking away.

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A big mission came up a few weeks later. The whole team was brought it, which you hated because that meant Bucky was going to be there. You did your best to just ignore his existence and focus on what Steve and Tony were saying, but you felt his eyes on you. Once the briefing was over, you go get dressed in your kevlar suite and start grabbing all your weapons before heading to the quinjet.

You make sure to sit on the opposite side of the jet from Bucky, getting yourself psyched for the mission. Nat walks over to you, “You doing alright?” she asks. You look at her and smile, “It’s my job, I’ll be fine,” you respond. She nods and walks up to the pilot seat as Sam walks over, “If you want I’ll shoot him from the sky and say it was an accident,” he says making you laugh. “No, it’s ok Sammy. I’ll be fine,” you say giving him a hug. 

Steve calls everyone over to go over the game plan 1 more time. You and Nat were the ones to get into the computer to upload several files we were after. It was Steve, Bucky, and Wanda’s job to get you there. Sam, Tony, Clint, and Vision were to maintain the outside parameter. Bruce was to stay onboard unless he was needed to go green. You all nodded in understanding and got ready to to disembark the jet.

Once the jet landed, Steve, Bucky and Wanda went out first, followed up Sam, Tony, Clint and Vision. You and Nat came out last waiting for the all clear sign to enter the building. Once you were inside, you both followed the map, given to you, to get to the computer. You didn’t come across too much action while inside, maybe an agent here or there, but they were dealt with quickly.

“Almost seems too easy, right?” you ask Natasha, who nods in response. You both finally make it to the computer room and Nat sits down to start the upload, which will take about 10-15 minutes, while you stood guard. After almost 10 minutes, and no one was trying to stop you you turn to Nat, “Something is not right,” you say. You try your comm to call Steve, but there was nothing. 

“My comm is out, what about yours?” you ask Nat. Nat also tried to call out to the team with no response. Once the upload was done, you both start to head out the way you came. As you turned the corner, you come face to face with 15-20 HYDRA soldiers with their guns drawn. You and Nat both draw your weapons ready for a fight. It took all of 2 seconds for all hell to break loose. 

You and Nat are working seamlessly side by side, until you feel a sharp pain in your ribs. You look down and see a knife sticking out of your torso and you drop to your knees. You already know your lung has been punctured, but you keep trying to fight, as breathing gets harder. Nat turns and looks and sees you down, and fights hard to get to you. 

You are then kicked down and collapse on the floor. You hear Nat yell, but don’t hear what she is saying. All the chaos around you sounds so far away. Suddenly you feel yourself being lifted off the grown, “Y/N, open your eyes, Doll. Open your eyes,” you hear, but you can’t seem to open them. They are just too heavy.

Bucky runs back to the quinjet with you in his arms. He is panicking, as you are unresponsive. He brings you to Bruce, you immediately sets you up on a machine, and they see the faintest heart beat. Bucky holds your hand, begging you to be ok. Bruce asks someone to take Bucky away, which Steve does. Sam is being held by Nat, as he is also freaking out, as Tony flies the jet home. 

“Steve, I need her to be ok. Please, I need her to be ok. She needs to know... she needs to know,” Bucky says as Steve hugs him to keep him away from you. “Know what?” Steve asks, trying to get Bucky to calm down. “She needs to know that I never stopped loving her. I was stupid and didn’t think I was worthy of her. She could have died because of me and I... I didn’t think I deserved her. I’m sorry... I’m so fucking sorry,” Bucky says sobbing.

Steve holds onto Bucky, as he is still trying to get to you. Meanwhile Bruce has you hooked up to oxygen and an IV and regulates your heartbeat until you can get to the compound. Bucky looks helplessly at your pale skin, thinking how you could possibly die without knowing that he really did love you. That he didn’t mean to break your heart. That he wants to die, instead of you.

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Part 3 coming soon! Happy New Year Everyone!

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☕️ Jedi :)

MY FAVORITE TOPIC EVER 💙💚💜 I love the Jedi so much and they have always been my favorite element in Star Wars (so much so that I literally Luminara, Ahsoka, Anakin, and Obi-wan with more to come tattooed on me). I’m pretty sure I could write a whole thesis on why the Jedi are so amazing but for the sake of conversation I’ll narrow it down to a few thoughts.

1.) Canon needs to fucking quit disrespecting the Jedi Order. George Lucas himself has described the Jedi as “intergalactic therapists”, which is just beautiful to me. They’re different from your standard hero in that they exist to help others and defend an entire galaxy using their powers as an absolute last resort. The Jedi use their abilities to heal, protect, and teach unlike the Sith who use their powers to control, hurt, and kill. They literally sacrifice their lives to make a galaxy a better place and they don’t seek to overpower anyone; they just want to help. They’re not your standard comic book hero in that they’re not ones to destroy entire cities to resolve a conflict, which is why the Clone Wars was absolutely devastating for the Jedi. Because the war went against everything they stood, but they had literally no other choice. People forget that the Jedi served the SENATE and it was the SENATE that wanted to go to war not the Jedi. So it totally pisses me off when we have arcs like the Martez sisters arc (where people are blaming the Jedi for all their problems instead of the Republic ran by the politicians who are the very reason why they’re suffering) or when they paint Anakin’s POV (which don’t get me wrong I love him but the man has issues) to be the “normal” perspective. I also can’t stand how canon decided to use characters like Ahsoka Tano (“I’m no Jedi”), Barriss Offee and Luke Skywalker (characters that we have seen take pride in being a Jedi) to make a case against the Jedi. I swear these people who claim to respect George’s vision really fuck up in doing so sometimes. I believe that’s what made Jedi Fallen Order so popular because their genocide was seen as a tragedy because it was. There will NEVER be a good reason why genocide is okay. I swear if they do any Jedi slander in the Kenobi I will riot.

2.) It sincerely bothers me how even sixty plus years after the events of Order 66, the Jedi Order is still like non-existent. Luke tried to bring the Order back (which we know was actually just a huge family filled with beings of different races, cultures, and beliefs that absolutely loved each other) and fucking Kylo Ren destroyed it, leaving just Rey to destroy the Sith. I don’t know about you guys but I’m tired of seeing a non existent Order. I don’t know why were spending so much time creating new Jedi content hundreds of years before the events before the Skywalker story when we can create new Jedi content that takes place in the future? Or even better, show us what Jedi Temple life was like right before the Clone Wars. Show us teen Anakin being mentored by all the Jedi, show us more wholesome Master/Padawan content like Luminara and Barriss as she grows up, etc. Show us how beautiful and peaceful life was before Palpatine fucked everything up. We deserve more Jedi positive content.

3.) I ADORE the Master/Padawan relationships the Jedi have. I love how teaching is a love language to them and that it is considered to pass on what you’ve learned to the next generation. It’s also adorable how Jedi Master basically get to raise their students for over a decade and that even when their apprenticeships is through, they have that lifelong bond that isn’t easily broken. Way better than Sith apprenticeships where you’re constantly paranoid and wanting to kill each other. Give me more loving Master/a Padawan content please and thank you ❤️

4.) Final note, can we just talk about how gorgeous the Jedi are with their different outfits and their multi-colored lightsabers? They’re all so unique and pretty. The Sith has nothing on them with their boring red/black attire.

Thank you for allowing me to express my undying love for the Jedi Order. I will defend them and love them until the day I die 💙💚💜

#the jedi order #jedi love #jedi positive #pro jedi #protect the Jedi at all costs #answered ask #star wars

[hutchhitched]

What You Deserve, What You Need, What You Want

Written by: @hutchhitched​

Prompt 109: Dialogue prompt: “I deserve better than this!” [submitted by @xerxia31]

Ratings/Warnings: E

A/N: I’m continuing to post the nine @everlarkficexchange prompts I took and then sat on throughout the early months of the pandemic. This is the seventh of the nine. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Huge thanks to @javistg for understanding the delays. Better get myself in gear to finish the last two before the next round starts!

  “I deserve better than this!”

 Katniss nods and pats her sister on the back. “You do, and you should say it.”

 “I just did. You clearly weren’t listening.”

 Prim grins at her sister, and they continue scrubbing the walls of the house Prim and her husband just purchased. Katniss really can’t believe her little sister is married, especially at the young age of 22, but Prim has always been the one who’s gotten what she wants while Katniss…

 Well, if anyone deserves better than this, Katniss thinks it might be her.

 “When’s your husband getting here? I thought he wasn’t going to make us do all the work. That’s clearly not the case as evidenced by my arm that’s about to fall off.”

 Letting her limb drop, Katniss sits down heavily on the hardwood floor. It’s stripped and rough, ready for a good sanding and polish to make it glow like new. Right now, though, it’s rather anemic looking with blonde wood that seems old and faded. Or maybe that’s just how Katniss feels about herself. Old and faded, always in the shadow of her baby sister who everyone’s continuously adored and coddled.

 It’s not that Prim’s ever taken advantage of it either. She’s as sweet and kind and generous as they come. It’s just the phenomenon that things have a tendency of working out for the younger Everdeen sibling that Katniss would envy if she didn’t love her sister so much. Still, she’s tired—drained from working hard and scraping by, exhausted from the mental toll of keeping everything together for so long when she shouldn’t have had to, and weary from hoping and wishing and being disappointed repeatedly. It sucks, and it’s not fair, but that’s reality for Katniss and Prim Everdeen.

 Except Prim isn’t an Everdeen anymore. She’s married now with her husband’s name, and Katniss is the lonely older sister who hasn’t dated anyone for the past six years. If she sees one more person look at her with pity, she might have to scream.

 “Ah, there’s my gorgeous husband now,” Prim says, her face beaming at the sight of her man. “Hey, honey. Missed you.”

 “Missed you, too,” comes the reply, and Katniss cringes as she climbs to her feet. It’s not her ex-boyfriend, but it’s close enough. Rory Hawthorne is the spitting image of his handsome older brother who happens to be the last man Katniss let get her naked. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since she’s gone to bed with someone. She’s hurtling headlong into her sexual prime, and nothing. Not a potential to be found.

 “Well, if it isn’t Catnip Everdeen! As I live and breathe.”

 Katniss turns slowly to see Gale Hawthorne standing in the door, framed by sunlight and looking like a moody Greek god. Her body betrays her, and she can feel her reaction course through her veins. She forces herself to play nice and nods in his direction.

 “Oh, come on,” he teases. “I can’t get a hug and a kiss from an old flame and my current sister-in-law? We’re family now. Where’s the love?”

 Katniss stands woodenly as Gale embraces her and kisses her on the cheek. It’s awkward as hell, but Gale’s never been able to read the room well when he’s already made up his mind. She tenses as a ruckus sounds outside, and it’s not long before a handful of men pour into the house. They’re all tall and varying stages of broad, and every one of them is dressed as some version of a cool-kid-construction-worker.

 “What are you? Part of a new boy band? Performing covers for the Village People?”

 Rory steps between them. “Hey! Truce. This is my house, and you’re upsetting my wife. Knock it off.”

 All the men hoot and holler, catcalling Gale and, by extension, her except for one who slinks along the outside of the room. He seems embarrassed by the toxic masculinity, and he brushes his hair off his forehead in a riot of ashy blonde curls. Katniss likes him immediately.

 “And I deserve that,” Katniss says in a stage whisper to her sister as she nods her head. “Who’s he, and why haven’t I been introduced?”

 Prim calls to the room. “Calm yourselves, boys. Meet my sister, Katniss. Katniss, these are the guys. You know Gale, and these three are Thom and Darius and Rye. The one over there is Rye’s brother Peeta. He’s the well-behaved one. Maybe you can help him today. You don’t deserve any of these other guys. They’ll only make you question your life choices and swear off men for good.”

 Katniss waves at them all, showing her annoyance at their behavior in her tight smile. Giving each of them a wide berth, she crosses the room and approaches Peeta. “Nice to meet you,” she says, and he flashes her a smile that, in tandem with his cerulean blue eyes, makes her knees weak. Oh yes, she definitely deserves better, and he just might be it.

 “Nice to meet you, too, Katniss,” he answers in a voice that makes her want to strip down and let him have his way with her. His voice isn’t just sexy; it’s absolutely scandalous.

 She swallows her arousal and asks as casually as she can, “You need any help? I hear you’re the only one here who won’t sexualize me.”

 He chuckles, and she contemplates selling her soul to the devil for a shot with him. She’s never been attracted to someone this intensely in such a short amount of time. It’s actually quite unnerving for someone like her who’s fairly shy and quiet and aloof.

 “Well, I can’t promise I won’t fall for you by the end of the day, but I’ll do my best.” When he winks at her, she vows to make it happen. She has no idea how, but she’s got a few hours to figure it out.

 They spend the afternoon together sanding and painting. If she brushes against him multiple times, he doesn’t seem to mind. When he brackets her in his arms as she holds a section of drywall, she leans back against him. His chest is hard behind her, and she breathes in his scent. He’s a glorious combination of clean sweat and cinnamon from what must be his aftershave. He laughs at her jokes and entertains her with stories of his own. She’s never been great at making friends, but it’s so easy with him. At one point, she catches Prim’s eye as the afternoon slides into evening, and her sister winks at her.

 As the sun sets, things wind down. One by one, Rory and Prim’s friends say goodbye and make their respective exits. Gale seems to want to linger, but Rory and Prim remind him they’re spending the night at his place and insist they need showers before they treat him to dinner. He’s not very happy about it, but her ex-boyfriend leaves after giving her a suspicious look that makes her want to stick out her tongue at him. Katniss promises to lock the door behind her when she leaves, and then she and Peeta are alone with the house quiet around them. There’s a sudden strain between them that makes her squirm. After the ease of the day, the isolation is a little awkward, so she figures she might as well ease the tension with a lame joke.

 “Well, now that we’re alone…” Peeta chuckles and gives her a lopsided grin. She worries her knees will give out as the power of it hits her, so she leans heavily against the newly spackled section of the wall.

 “I had a really nice time working with you. When Rory asked me to help today, I didn’t think—” He breaks off and ducks his head as his face and neck redden.

 Laughing at his bashfulness, she asks, “You didn’t think what? You’re awfully cute with pink cheeks, by the way, so you might as well go ahead and tell me.”

 “I didn’t think I’d be matched up with someone so pretty.” She ducks her head, not used to flattery. “I just had a really, really good day. I was due for one or two of those. Really needed it.”

 “Well, I’m glad I could give you what you needed.”

 The air’s charged with electricity, and she raises her eyes to look at him. His are hooded, pupils dilated, as he stares at her. She has the sudden realization that she’s alone with someone she barely knows, and he’s looking at her like she’s a snack for him to devour.

 “I wonder,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “I wonder if you could.”

 “If I could what?”

 This isn’t supposed to happen to her. She’s never been this lucky in anything and definitely not this fortunate in relationships. Yet, somehow, he’s here with her and seems to want what she’s just realizing might be possible. He walks toward her slowly, licking his lips as he does, and stops so close that she can feel his body heat.

 “If you could give me what I really need.”

 Her throat’s dry, and she gives a tiny squeak when she tries to speak. He lifts his hand to brush away the stray tendrils of hair that escaped from her braid as they worked. His fingertips sweep lightly across her cheek, and his thumb strokes along her bottom lip. She wants to suck on it.

 “I thought you promised not to fall for me.”

 “Oh, no,” he argued. “In fact, I think I promised exactly the opposite—that I couldn’t promise not to. Now, the question remains. Can you?”

 “Give you what you really need?”

 “And will you?”

 “I’d like to try,” she whispers. “I really would.”

 “I think you’re the type that really tries.” His voice is husky and deep, and she shivers when his breath ghosts across her neck. “In fact, I think you’re the kind of woman who believes in trying multiple times until she’s sure everyone is perfectly satisfied. Am I right?”

 Katniss squeaks again, unable to answer right away. He strokes her arm slowly, brushing up and down and grazing the side of her breast. She’s positive he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

 “Satisfaction’s the goal,” she finally croaks.

 He crushes into her then, his body full and tight against hers as he pushes her into the wall and kisses her like a man possessed. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect. His tongue sweeps along hers, massages and plundering so deeply she can only gasp and respond in kind. He’s everywhere—his scent, his arms and hands and chest, his soft moans catching in the back of his throat, heat leaching from his skin. It’s too much and not nearly enough. It’s overwhelming, but she wants every speck of it.

 There’s an old couch in the back room, and Peeta lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carries her to it. He lays her out on it without breaking the kiss and settles in between her legs. Bucking upward, she whimpers at the friction. He’s solid and heavy, and she basks in the weight. Anxiety bleeds from her, and she sighs into the kiss.

 “Katniss,” he whispers, her word a sermon of longing and awe.

 “I don’t ever do this,” she answers, her eyes closed and breath uneven. When he makes a move to pull back, she threads her fingers through his hair. “No, don’t stop.”

 Peeta grunts in response and sucks the spot at the hinge of her jaw. His hands are all over her. Long fingers, massive palms, and blunt fingernails that knead, warming her skin and pushing her closer to the edge. He rucks up her shirt, and she shivers as he slides down her body and laves at the skin there. When his hand runs up the bare skin of her inner thigh, she moans lustily and considers begging him for more.

 “Take this off,” he requests, his tone polite and gentle, but there’s an underlying authority that makes her want to obey. He helps her to upright and watches as she tugs her tank top over her head. When’s she free, he caresses her torso before reaching behind her to unlatch her bra. Squirming under his scrutiny, she’s vulnerable, but he takes care as he fiddles with her waistband and then shoves her shorts down her legs. She’s left with nothing but a scrap of peach silk between her legs. “You have no idea the effect you have, do you? No clue how crazy you drove me all day today in your little bitty clothes. Are you a tease, Katniss, or are you that unaware how beautiful you are?”

 “I’m not—”

 “You are, and tonight you get what you deserve. What you need. What you want so much you don’t even know how to say it, but I know because I want it, too.”

 His hand is between her legs, his fingers brushing aside the fabric, his thumb pressing on her clit, his palm cupping her heat. She can’t think, and that’s exactly what she wants. She deserves to feel good; she needs someone to help with that, and she wants it to be him.

 “Please.” The word echoes in the air between them, shimmering with longing.

 His face is between her legs, buried in her pussy, licking and sucking at her swollen lips. She twists under him, desperate to get away at the same time she wants to grind into his mouth and let him make her break. She cries out, overwhelmed at how quickly she’s wet. Her shins are on his shoulders, her legs bent so he can lick deeper into her, and she can’t do anything but enjoy it. She’s helpless to resist him, not that she’d want to try.

 She doesn’t. He’s too good at it. His mouth is fire, devouring her like it’s his only job—to be put on earth and eat her out. Not only doesn’t she last, it’s shockingly fast. When he curls his tongue into her and then sucks her clit so hard she sees stars, she arches and allows warm honey to ooze through her. Thrashing under him, she doesn’t try to stay quiet or still. There’s no way when he’s so good at this anyway. When she melts into the cushions, he sits up and grins at her with a wet chin and a dangerous glint in his eyes.

 “These panties are completely ruined,” he murmurs and tears them in two. When she groans, he pulls them free and trails them over her heated skin. “You feel that? Sopping wet. That’s all you, sweetheart. All of that wetness is you telling me how good I make you feel. I bet we can both keep going, though. Don’t you think?”

 She doesn’t trust herself to speak, so she merely nods and then watches in appreciation as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it over his shoulders. Miles of smooth, honeyed pink skin is bared for her, and she licks her lips eagerly. He stands and unbuckles his belt, putting on a show for her. Cheeky and a tiny bit cocky, he shifts his hips until he springs free. He’s hard and long and thick and ready, and she wants it.

 “Flip over,” he says. “Get up on your hands and knees.”

 She does, quivering in anticipation and hisses when he spreads her cheeks and rubs his cock against her. It’s torture not being able to see him, but she can hear the tear of a foil packet before he’s pressing against her, his blunt head probing her entrance. Impatient, she rears back, but he holds her hips firmly, easing into her and stretching her around him.

 “Such a tight little pussy,” he grunts. “Perfect, and so fucking wet. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me everything. Let me give it to you. Take what you deserve.”

 She wails his name. She needs him inside, and he has to move. He has to. She’s going to die if he doesn’t. She’s never been good at dirty talk, but he pushes a button that lets it pour forth. Her requests are filthy, lewd, and debased, but he fulfills every single request.

 She can’t remember the last time someone fucked her quite like this, but that’s what this is. He’s in charge, and she’s merely along for the ride. He thrusts upward and lifts her knees off the couch with every stroke. Scrambling for purchase, she clings to the back of the couch. It’s rough and dirty and quick, and she screams when he reaches around and rubs her clit furiously. Her arms give, and he holds her aloft as he slams into her repeatedly.

 She crests another wave when he finally comes, pouring into the condom while her walls grip and flutter around him. They fall into a tangled heap with him slumped over her. Sweaty and panting for breath, she can’t move. He’s still inside her, hot and spent but not quite soft. She never wants him to move again.

 “You never do this, huh?” he finally groans. “You sure seem to know what you’re doing.”

 Katniss giggles, the action so unfamiliar that it startles her for a minute. But then she’s laughing, filled with mirth and relief and something that seems a little bit like hope. He joins her, his baritone melding with her treble tone to form a glorious harmony. Finally, she regains control and shifts her head so she can kiss his forehead gently.

 “You’re right, and you should say it.”

 “Can I get your number? I’d kinda like to see if you know how to date. I bet you’d be really good at that, too.”

 Katniss grins and sighs with happiness. “I can give you my number, but you don’t need it to ask me on a date. Just do it. I’ll say yes.”

 Peeta grins lazily and strokes her back. He trails his lips across her cheek to her mouth and kisses her softly. “Will you go out with me?”

 “Yes,” she answers firmly. “Is tonight too soon?”

 “Tonight can’t get here soon enough.”

#everlarkficexchange #springtime edition 2020 #prompt 109 #everlark fanfiction #everlark #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #what you deserve what you need

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Inktober Day 28: Crispy

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Warnings: Cursing. Treating people as pets. Mentions of treating people as lesser than. Someone being a Karen (not respecting workers).

Crispy: bacon

It was either a sequel to ‘sour’, or ‘splat’, and ‘splat’ won because it just makes sense

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David nearly turns right back around as his human points enthusiastically at a run-down, cheap dinner. This is what he traded for a steak au poivre.

“You have to order a burger, fry, and shake. Dipping the fries into the shake is heaven, but their ‘secret sauce’ is amazing. I haven’t even been able to successfully recreate it!”

Fritz looks up to see if the offered destination equates to the wonderful meal David stupidly chose to negate just to stop the pest from bitching. It causes his human to immediately fall silent, allowing the giant to question his life choices in peace.

Being honest with himself, he wants to walk straight back to his favorite restaurant, leave Fritz outside to wait for him there, and personally apologize to the chef he was a dumbass listening to a human.

Looking at a place that will guarantee give everyone who eats there food poisoning, his human should be thanking him he gets to sit in such a high-end place. Should be begging to be taken there and adore having the giant care so much about him to have a harness to keep him safe.

No. He has a complete and utter dumbass.

“You can have whatever you want,” David growls. “I’ll be watching you regret everything before promising you’ll never complain about how you’re treated again.”

He can see the miniscule mouth opening for some kind of retort, making sure any sound is unable to be heard by opening the rusted door, scowling at the bell announcing his arrival.

“Welcome! How many are we seating?”

David forces himself to grin widely at the woman acting like she’s been electrocuted. “One.”

He expects her to immediately lead him to a table. You know. Do her job. Instead, she stands there, staring down at his-

Oh. Right.

“Hi sweetheart,” she waves, and of course Fritz happily waves back.

“Hey Melony!”

…wait what?

“You know him?” David demands, refusing to look down at his charge. He knows his human doesn’t know who the right people to socialize with are, but it’s clear a woman enjoying her shitty job at a dump like this doesn’t deserve the time of day.

Melony smiles widely. “He comes in every Monday morning!”

“For the ‘Eggs Benedict’ special,” Fritz murmurs.

David stares. “You willingly hang out with Eggs.”

“The kid’s a riot,” Melony laughs. “Those two coming in makes sure the rest of the week is worth while.”

The business man doesn’t respond and /finally/ he’s led to a table. Fritz is spilled onto the table, needing a /lecture/ about how he’s never going to even look at Eggs ever-!

“You like your coffee black, hun?”

“Yes- coffee?”

David’s torn away from putting his human in its place, unable to help himself staring at Melony pours a steaming mug of fresh brewed coffee. There’s genuine affection in the ‘thank you’ he sends to her back after saying she’ll let them look over the menu.

Hazel eyes glance out the window, confirming it’s pitch black outside.

“Diners always have coffee ready,” Fritz pipes up. The tiny thing shifts nervously at the look for him to continue. “It’s also why I wanted to suggest it. If anything, at least there’s coffee.”

The giant nods slowly, taking a tentative drink, expecting the beverage to taste absolutely disgusting. And while it’s certainly not French press, it’s not the dollar store brand either.

His human watches him hopefully, David scowling to say coffee doesn’t make it worth missing out on perfectly cultivated dinning in a five-star restaurant...but he’ll take it. As long as the human sized table and chairs are able to be moved away so he doesn’t need to hear the annoying ‘yum!’ once food is ordered.

Good news, he’s easily able to hide the damned thing behind the napkin dispenser.

Fritz watches him with what seems to be despair, not making a move to sit down after the last chair has been moved to join the rest of the setup. “I really do appreciate you taking me here.”

“Don’t get used to it,” is all that’s said over his mug.

David’s left in blissful silent for a full minute. Up until their wonderful waitress appears. “So, the usual sweetheart?”

There’s no response, the giant finally giving his attention to realize his human is looking up at him. Not only that, but Melony is glaring. At the business man.

“The usual.”

David stares as she disappears, turning toward Fritz. “Care to explain.”

“I don’t have any money, and Eggs always paid for both of us. I wanted to make sure you were okay with my ordering all of that.”

“What about the death glare?”

Fritz winces. “Well, as you can see, this is a giant and human diner.”

“Spit it out.”

“She doesn’t like you treating me as a pet.”

That’s a first. Every giant David’s ever spoken to agrees with his stance on humans actually being beneath pets. Pests. He’s not including the guards, either, not with how he’s forced to interact with the brainwashed giants thinking humans should be treated equal.

This is why he never gets close to the border. The deep into the giant district, the better.

Fritz doesn’t say anything about the business man’s lack of a reply. His human knows his place even with such a generous treat. His only treat.

David’s content typing away on his phone as the tiny thing finally banishes himself to the hidden table like he should’ve done at the beginning, wanting this night to be-

“Where’s that cute little face!”

Before he can react, Fritz’s chair is moved back into the open, a giant grin plastered on his human’s face from the sudden ride. The table then follows, and human sized portions of a burger, fries, and a shake are placed onto the small platform.

And to top it all off, David gets a giant’s portion of an eggs benedict, complete with a side of hashbrowns and bacon. “Enjoy!”

“I didn’t-”

The business man growls when he’s ignored save for his coffee getting refilled.

“What the fuck was that!”

“You said the usual,” Fritz responds as if this wasn’t all his fault. “Eggs and I’s usual are these.”

“I didn’t mean me.”

His human is quick to duck toward his food, pretending he hadn’t been unbanished by the person who had no right to do so. Before David can make sure Melony can’t pull a stunt like that again, he finds it priority to find out how to blame the extra food on the airhead of a waitress. Speaking to his human like he’s equal. Giving him food when it should be clear he wanted no part in this.

There’s a full minute of watching the stream rise until he decides making a giant problem out of it just to get Fritz and Eggs banned for life is too much work and includes the insane blond to demand David get him back inside. Meaning he needs to find a way to get rid of the food without making it seem like he’s throwing a fit. Which he deserves to do.

“Want to try a bite?”

Fritz keeps a microscopic fry held out even at the glare being aimed down at him. “No.”

“You seem like a bacon and fry guy to me.”

David sees the little dumbasses plan. Get him to try some of the food he never even wanted in the first place. And just because he’s tossing a crispy bacon into his mouth doesn’t mean it worked.

It certainly did not lead him to eating the entire thing.

“We’re never coming back here again.”

There wasn’t a generous tip left on the table.

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A bit of a misunderstanding

Briefly (okay, not really) back to family trouble and that truely complicated almost-father-son-relationship between Napoleon and Eugène. In mid-February, as related earlier, Napoleon had had Josephine write to Eugène in order to repeat to him an order to evacuate Italy. This had wounded Eugène deeply as he – probably rightfully – saw this as distrust from Napoleon's side. Distrust in Eugène’s loyalty; apparently, Napoleon had felt the need to bring Josephine into this, in order to give Eugène sufficient motivation to remain in Napoleon’s camp.

And, as has also been said, Napoleon in truth had ample reason to question where Eugéne really stood in this struggle. From his private correspondence it becomes pretty clear that Eugène’s only hope for the empire to continue lay in Napoleon making peace, not in him winning. Eugène refused to go along with the plan to evacuate Italy (even if for good reasons), he had never completely given up his correspondence with the enemy (i.e., with his family in Bavaria), he continued to negotiate with Murat (in a way Napoleon could not directly oversee), and he had on several occasions even contacted his Austrian opponent Bellegarde, both on business (armistice) and in private matters: about his family.

The one thing Eugène truely worried about was the fate of his wife and children. He had four kids at the time (three daughters and one son), and Auguste was due to have her next child in mid-April. Eugène was mortified at the idea that Auguste might fall into the hands of enemy troops (or possibly of rioting Italians?) without him being able to come to her aid. (Maybe that’s his childhood memories resurfacing. He had grown up during a revolution, after all; he had lost a father on the scaffold.) In order to make sure nothing would happen to her, Eugène had contacted Bellegarde early on, and Bellegarde not only gave all sort of promises for Auguste’s safety and liberty, but even contacted his emperor. Who actually sent the following note:

Emperor Franz of Austria to the Vice Queen. Troyes, February 18, 1814:

Madam my cousin, Marshal Bellegarde having reported to me the determination of Your Imperial Highness to fix her stay momentarily at the castle of Monza, I pray her to be convinced that this general has perfectly fulfilled my intentions by anticipating all that can be pleasant to Your Imperial Highness. I have just ordered that a guard of honour be formed for your suite: your suite will in any case enjoy the most complete freedom, and I can only regret the reasons which force you, Madame, to a decision which would flatter me in all other respects. I beg you, Madame to accept the assurances of the very distinguished consideration with which I am, Madame my cousin, of Your Imperial Highness, the good cousin,

François.

This letter would reach Eugène and Auguste on March 2. On a sidenote: How all these good cousins and other relatives managed to write all these polite letters while having people fire at their recipients is beyond me. - Anyway, this is the letter Eugène asked Auguste to tell her father about in order to calm Max Joseph’s fluttering nerves.

It should also be pretty clear that this sort of amicable conversation between enemies was not what Napoleon had in mind when it came to defending the borders of his empire. And so, right after having sent off his own letter to Napoleon, defending himself about not evacuating Italy, Eugène received yet another missive from his imperial step-father.

Napoleon to Eugène. Château de Surville close to Montereau. February 19, 1814 My son, the vice queen must immediately go to Paris for her delivery; my intention being that under no circumstances she should remain in a country occupied by the enemy: therefore, make her leave immediately. [...]

This is when for Auguste and Eugène the proverbial shit really hit the fan. What could this be, other than Napoleon’s reaction to Eugène’s disobedience? Napoleon was basically taking Auguste hostage, in order to make sure Eugène would remain loyal to him!

On top of that, Auguste was already approaching the last five weeks of her pregancy, and as she had suffered of bad health after giving childbirth before, she had really not planned on travelling in her state, particularly not on winter roads. But that was not really what infuriated her. She had already been angry about Napoleon before, about the divorce, for him having stripped Eugène of his right to the crown of Italy, and especially for the reproaches regarding the evacuation of Italy. The way Auguste saw it, Eugène was always there, always Napoleon’s last resort, was always called in to clean up other people’s mess, and never did he get any reward for his efforts. In an earlier letter to Eugène she had already written:

I am appalled, my dear Eugène, and I am no longer surprised that the Emperor is abandoned. Is it possible to be more ungrateful than this man is? You who sacrifice everything for him, who have done wonders, to receive reproaches as a reward! No, my friend, I did not expect this last blow which crushes me, I feel all that you must feel at this moment, I am disgusted with this world and with men; it is clear, the family of the Emperor, and perhaps the Emperor himself, is jealous of you, they would like to see you make mistakes. The King of Naples will be forgiven his treason, but they will never forgive you for the reputation and esteem you enjoy. [...]

And now Napoleon ordered her to Paris. Under a pretext, obviously – after all, France was just as menaced by enemies as Italy! The Allied armies were closing in on Paris already. This really was too much!

Eugène’s own reply was still somewhat toned down, stating basically »Okay. I’ll tell her. She won’t like it. And I really don’t know what I have done to deserve this.« However, Auguste this time took to the plume as well.

Auguste to Napoleon. Milan, February 27, 1814.

Sire, Eugène has just communicated to me the order given to him by Your Majesty: it surprised me greatly, for I did not expect that after all the proofs of attachment Eugène never ceases to give you, you would also demand of him to risk the health and even the life of his wife and children, the only asset and consolation he has in this world. If he does not speak on this occasion, it is for me to do so. Without doubt I know his and my duties towards Your Majesty. We have demonstrated this to you often enough, and we have never failed to do so; our conduct is known to all; we do not resort to intrigue, and we have no other guides than honour and virtue. It is a sad fact that our reward has been nothing but sorrow and mortification, which we have borne in silence and with patience. Although we have done no harm to anyone, we have enemies, I cannot doubt it, who seek to harm us in your Majesty's mind; for, if you would open your heart, you would not treat us as you do.

What have I done to deserve such a harsh order of departure? When I got married, I never thought that things would come to this.

My father, the king, who loves me dearly, had offered to take me in when things were going so badly, so that I might be able to give birth in peace. But I refused, fearing that this step would cast doubt on Eugène's conduct, although his actions spoke for him, and I intended to go to France. I have since been ill, and the doctors told me that I would be risking a great deal if I made such a long journey at this time, being already in the eighth month of my pregnancy, and so I decided to retire to Monza, if Eugène was forced to leave Italy, believing that Your Majesty could not find it bad; but I see that you no longer take any interest in what may happen to me, which grieves me deeply.

In spite of this I will obey your orders, I will leave Milan if the enemies should come here; but my duty, my heart, makes it a law not to leave my husband, and, since you demand that I risk my health, I want at least to have the consolation of ending my days in the arms of the one who possesses all my tenderness and who makes all my happiness.

Whatever his fate will be, I will share it, and it will always be worthy of envy, since we will be able to say to each other that we have deserved a happier one, and that we will have a conscience without reproach.

In spite of the sorrows which Your Majesty is causing us, I shall never cease to rejoice in His happiness, and to wish for that of the Empress.

However, this time, they probably really did Napoleon an injustice. He, but also Josephine and Hortense had talked about Auguste coming to Paris for the birth of her child on several occasions before (apparently, all French ladies were convinced that life outside of Paris was unliveable). And Napoleon never made much words about personal matters. (This at least Eugène could have known – Eugène’s invitation to his own wedding had basically read: »Be here! Yesterday, if possible!«) Napoleon indeed answered Auguste very politely:

Napoleon to Auguste. Soissons, March 12, 1814.

My daughter, I received your letter; as I know the sensibility of your heart and vivacity of your mind, I am not surprised by the way in which you have been struck. I thought that, with your disposition, you would have a bad time in a war zone and among enemies, and that the best thing to do for your safety was to come to Paris. I did not tell you this earlier, because Paris was then in danger, and I saw nothing to gain by placing you in the midst of the alarms of Paris instead of those of Milan. But, as soon as the danger of Paris was over, I thought that this journey had all sorts of advantages for your state. Acknowledge your injustice, and it is your heart that I hold responsible for punishing you.

It was – who else - Eugène at the receiving end of the imperial wrath:

Napoleon to Eugène. Soissons, March 12, 1814. My son, I have received a letter from you and one from the vice queen, both of which are extravagant! You must be out of your mind. It is by reason of human dignity that I wished the vice queen to come to Paris to give birth, and I know she is too delicate to find herself in this state among the Austrians. At the request of Queen Hortense, I could have written to you earlier, but then Paris was threatened. From the time when that city is free, there would be nothing simpler today than to come and give birth in the midst of one's family and in the place where there is the least cause for concern. You must be mad to suppose that this has anything to do with politics. I never change my style or my tone, and I have written to you as I have always written to you. It is unfortunate for the century in which we live that your reply to the King of Bavaria has earned you the esteem of the whole of Europe; as for me, I have not paid you a compliment because you have only done your duty and that is a simple thing. However, you have already been rewarded for it, even in the opinion of the enemy, whose contempt for your neighbour is in the highest degree. I am writing you a letter in figures to let you know my intentions.

»What’s up with you two? You gone both totally bonkers now? All I said was: come to Paris!«

This was basically the last »family« interaction between Napoleon and Eugène. At least for quite some time. After Napoleon’s abdication, Eugène did try to contact Napoleon, before and after Josephine’s death. There are three letters from that time, none of which seem to have reached Elba. As for later communications, during the Hundred Days and on Saint Helena, I know there was some, but this seems to have been almost completely about financial issues, at least from Napoleon’s side.

#eugene beauharnais #eugene de beauharnais #auguste von bayern #napoleon #italy1814 #milan #Bellegarde #endofempire #is there life outside of Paris?

[hisfasttemper]

Go off, my sunshine! Tell me E V E R Y T H I N G about it.

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Pietro's deleted scenes and their significance || {a rant by zen }

hullo! right so I made a little ooc post about how I am absolutely DESPERATE to rant about my muses deleted scenes and how both marvel & j*ss whedon SHIT all over the bby speedster. right, without further adue, settle in and allow your friendly neighbourhood zen rant about the deleted gemstones we were robbed of.

1) "we fight robots today?"

this scene can be described in one word: PRECIOUS. as much as I understand why it wasn't vital for the final cut, since at the end of the day, all it offers is some mild wit and a distraction from the final act, it still remains VITAL to any pietro roleplayers {I feel}. tagging @fasterthanmydemons & @witchoflegends on this one. so, why do I find this scene so crucial? because when you strip away all of the one-liners, it demonstrates a huge arc of character DEVELOPMENT for pietro, as it shows him willingly getting ALONG with the avengers, even mildly bragging that he is doing their job more successfully than they are, shown when he plagiarizes them playfully, "today? you fight robots TODAY? or is next month better for you?". he has spent the majority of the movie as well as his LIFE despising the avengers, actively on their opposing side by assisting ultron. but now, after joining their fight which has also been made his own since it is to save HIS COUNTRY , he accepts that they are on the same side, so he makes a point out of actually INTERACTING with them.

it always made me mad that his three main character interactions that are upheld constantly throughout the movie are with wanda, clint and the VILLAIN. and despite wanda, even those seem quite skimmed over. like, yes, he died for clint & costel. I RESPECT THAT MASSIVELY. but would it have really hurt the precocious runtime for pietro and clint to share a substantial ONE-ON-ONE scene together? he had one with wanda, giving her motivation, so why not have one with the person that was willing to {and did} DIE for him?!?!??!? would have been made the climax much more IMPACTFUL if you ask me.

2) "maybe I'll see you after?"

again, this one was pretty useless when focusing on the big picture of the movie, or whatever, but it reveals just little tidbits about pietro's character that we were robbed of. not only that, but it shows that pietro is actually very much a people person of his home {something we'll expand on shortly}, as one man calls out his name is disbelief, probably at the fact he's now WORKING with the avengers & STARK, someone he's been actively joining riots and protests against throughout his teens. this scene also demonstrates that, as we all kind of already assumed, pietro is a huge FLIRT. which, if you looked like him, you would be, let's be real. but yeah, still deserved to be shown.

3) "the man in the church"

I saved the best and most MEANINGFUL for last. the fact that they wrote, created and FILMED such a detailed scene such as this and DELETED IT!?!?!??! *counts down from ten* right okay, so there's a LOT of baggage here to unfold so lets begin with the fact that pietro was the living embodiment of sokovia's ROBIN HOOD. he steals for the wellbeing of his neighbourhood, since he retrieves medication for an elderly sokovian. not only does he go out if his way for others, he chooses the CORRECT medication and straight out REFUSES to take any payment for his deed. like...can we just say PURE!??!?! which avenger or hero in general goes out of their way in their own time to do such a thing for other civilians??? I'll tell you who: no one.

so, above that, he also retrieves a toy {football } for a child named costel, not that he's named in the scene. but that is CRUCIAL to know, since that is the child he saves along with clint at the end of aou. a child he WILLINGLY brought gifts for, and was suggestively close with his sister, as he bought her a kinda revealing dress. that being said, he's a big ol' flirt. we know this.

moving on to some lovely twin content now, shall we? we shall. so, we see that wanda is ACTIVELY cautious about pietro's daily ventures in thieving for their community, fearing that he will be harmed. "you keep stealing, you're going to get shot. I mean it!" but pietro SCOFFS at that. some may believe that this was an 'ego' thing, or a care-free attitude, but I beg to differ. I actually find this really interesting. I believe it's demonstrating that the twins actually DISAGREE on matters, which given how close they are, is a rarity that should be INCLUDED. the little scoff could mean numerous things, but I think it's kind of pietro feeling a little...isolated? like, in pietro's head, I imagine him to be like "like YOU could ever be shot " , inferring that he KNOWS wanda is far more powerful than himself, so being wounded shouldn't be her fear, let alone a fear she has for him. but, that's just my interpretation. then it goes to show his ACTUAL frustration at the fact they didn't annihilate stark when they had a perfect opportunity to do so, again, proving the twins aren't SYMPATICO on everything. but as important as this is for both twins, it's more so for pietro, I feel, as it gives him more to his OWN character & personality than just 'wanda's bodyguard.'

so, those are my views on each scene individually but in conclusion...

pietro maximoff was extremely uncarefully handled within the mcu. being just 'extra' backstory and character development for wanda, who as we know is THRIVING right now. but, I guarantee, she wouldn't be where she is now WITHOUT her brother's influence. it's just...ugh. I hate it. pietro deserved better. aaron taylor johnson deserved better. I'm just....*lies down* so, yeah, that's my views on his cut scenes, hope you all enjoyed the rant.

#;; zen speaks #this was looooong overdue #but here ya go

[panharmonium]

okay, honest question about 5.11 -

are we seriously supposed to watch this episode and still come down on arthur’s side?

i’m not saying that’s what the show wants us to do.  on the contrary, i think they actually do a pretty good job this episode of NOT hammering us in the face with “you’re supposed to root for camelot,” which i appreciate, because there have definitely been other times when they’ve approached the moral dilemma of magical oppression and have kind of punked out at the end - most noticeably in ‘the sorcerer’s shadow,’ when they finally force us to look merlin’s cognitive dissonance in the eye by putting him in the position of saving uther from a magical youth fighting for freedom, and then they back off from that uncomfortable question by having kilgharrah say “you, like i, must hold hope that arthur will bring about a new age, an age where the likes of you and i are respected once again.”  

they don’t quite do that in this episode, which i really appreciate, because i just cannot see how they would have been able to pull it off without sounding ridiculously disingenuous.

arthur is WRONG.  

(i’ll get to merlin later, he’s...he’s got a whole different issue going on, but let’s just deal with arthur first.)

that whole conversation where he interrogates kara in front of the court - just look at it:

were you part of a cohort of saxons who attacked an arms shipment bound for camelot?

yes.

and were you acting under the orders of morgana pendragon?

what i did, i did for myself.  for my people, and for our right to be free.

i have no quarrel with the druids. 

i have spent my life on the run because of my beliefs, and seen those i have loved killed.

once, maybe.  but i’m not my father.

you don’t kill those with magic?  it is not i, arthur pendragon, who needs to answer for my crimes.  it is you.  you and your father have brutally and mercilessly heaped misery on my kind.  it is you who has turned a peaceful people to war, and it is you and camelot that will pay the price.

are we supposed to look at this girl and condemn her?  nothing she says is wrong.  

whenever we encounter these magical rebel types, the show always tries to play it like ‘well uhhhhhh they’re a little extreme......i mean......they kill people 0.0,’ as if camelot’s regime hasn’t been killing magical people all along.  like - kara stabs that soldier when she’s escaping from the cells, and the show kind of plays mordred’s reaction as...‘omg she killed someone oh no what a baddie,’ but dude!  the soldiers are about to kill her!!!!!  she’s running for her life!  killing a guard is nothing merlin and arthur haven’t done a hundred times, when escaping from captivity on their own adventures, but it’s never been framed as some sort of evil thing, for them.  why is kara the only one branded as a sinner?  a knight’s life isn’t more valuable than any of the children uther drowned.  a knight’s murder isn’t more deserving of reprisal.  

the girl’s murdered innocent men in cold blood.  we are at war.  i must be resolute.

we hear arthur say that and we kind of just want to shake him like - CAMELOT has murdered innocent people in cold blood!  if arthur can use “we are at war” to justify killing someone who has magic, then the same justification should apply to magic-users attempting to kill him.  camelot declared war on magic-users decades ago.  these people are fighting for their lives.

arthur is showing his father’s reasoning here.  his own rules don’t apply to him.  his rationale, his justifications, they only go one way.  there is so much to pick apart in his response to this situation - he tries to make it sound like ‘the problem isn’t magic, it’s that you murdered some guys,’ (he tells kara “you stand before the court not because of an act of sorcery or sedition, but because of an act of murder”) but literally in the previous episode he sends out a squadron to hunt down finna (and merlin, unknowingly) just because gaius said finna practiced the old religion.  

finna had killed no one.  she’d done absolutely nothing wrong.  but arthur went after her and said she ‘must be found and brought to trial.”

brought to trial?  for WHAT????  she hadn’t DONE anything.  nothing except be a follower of the old religion.

and his hypocrisy!  ‘it is [people like morgana] that have terrorized camelot and forced us to outlaw such practices’ - really, arthur?  literally two episodes ago, you went the cauldron of arianrhod and used magic to save your wife from an enchantment.  at the beginning of season 5, you used magic to summon your father’s ghost.  at the beginning of season 4, you used magic to try to save uther’s life.  

arthur has always been willing to use magic for his own purposes, when it suits him.  all while continuing to restrict others from doing the same.

this show is big on pushing the narrative that “arthur’s different from uther” - and he is - but how different, really?  seriously.  in the end, how different are they?

i feel like because we are fond of him - because we’ve gotten to know him personally, in settings where we can temporarily forget the impact of his policies - we’re sometimes asked to sort of look past the real harm that is constantly being done in his name.  like - ‘it’s okay for us to let it slide when arthur persecutes people with magic, because he has valid reasons to think magic is a threat.’  but what, then it’s not okay for someone like kara to want him taken out?  

she has valid reasons to think ARTHUR is a threat.  he IS a threat!!!  to people like her!  that’s the reality.  these people have every justified reason to want arthur off the throne.  they have every rightful reason to riot.  they have EVERY RATIONAL REASON TO REBEL AND REMOVE HIM FROM HIS SEAT OF POWER.  

if this were star wars, they’d be the rebellion.  we’d be rooting for them!  it is not wrong for an oppressed population to rise up against their oppressor!!!!!!!!!!  we all know this!!!!!!!!  just because we like arthur on a personal level doesn’t make it less true.  we CANNOT fault these people for refusing to just sit back and wait for arthur to someday wake up and give them their rights.  that never happens.  that is never how people become free.  we can’t fault these people for not choosing to be like merlin, for not choosing to hover in a morally questionable limbo for years and years and years and become complicit in their own oppression.

(and again, i’ll...i’ll deal with merlin later.  he keeps fucking up and i hate to see it but i also have to remember that he is a victim of the same oppressive policies as kara and mordred so it’s like...his case is more complicated.)

but arthur.  i honestly feel like the most telling moment is when he gives kara that opportunity to “repent,” which is supposed to be like ‘oh wow look how benevolent,’ only the thing is he’s completely missed the point.  the point is not that she needs to apologize for her crimes.  the point is that she hasn’t done anything wrong.  

no.

it isn’t.

the way they cut to merlin at that particular line is devastating.  it’s this...reminder of how far we have wandered, from who he used to be.  he used to think this, too.  he used to fight for himself, too; he used to come home to gaius angry and upset saying “i want to be seen; i want to be free.”  and now he’s just...locked into this impossible place where he can either ignore the veritable chorus of dragons, seers, and literal gods who keep telling him he has an absolute responsibility to make sure arthur triumphs, or listen to their counsel and thus betray himself, and his own people along with him.  and all this while still living under threat of execution himself - what is he supposed to do?  

this episode calls back so strongly to ‘the sorcerer’s shadow,’ which is the first place where the show confronts this problem so directly, when merlin outs himself to gilli and gilli challenges him about his choices:

i know how it feels.  i understand.

then you understand why i have to fight.  if uther is killed, so what?  how many of our kind have died at his hands?  how many more will?  it's time those with magic fought back.

gilli - 

you can't tell me what to do!  

you need to learn to use your magic for good.  that is its true purpose; it's not meant for your own vanity.

i'm not going to apologise for who i am!  you can be a servant and - and pretend you're less than them -

no, that is not what I do - 

no?!  you're defending the king!  protecting a man that would have you dead!

i'm protecting you!

you've been pretending for so long now that you've actually forgotten who you are.

merlin gets so upset by this.  he’s visibly shaken, and on the verge of tears, and he weakly protests, and then the next shot is of him lying awake in his bed, agonizedly stewing over it, because deep down he knows that gilli is right.  

this conflict has never been resolved.  i would add, as we move toward the spot where i am now in season 5, that it’s not so much that merlin has “forgotten” who he is, exactly, but that he’s been forced to abandon who he is, for the sake of his mission.  and most of the time he tries not to think about that, because it’s the only way he can survive, but he feels deeply conflicted about it still.

watching 5.11, it is so easy for me to get frustrated at merlin, because i feel like he should do more, in this episode, and do the Right Thing, but honestly at this point the only way for him to do the right thing is to reveal himself.  that’s it.  there is no other option for him.  we’ve exhausted all other avenues; there is no other step he can take.  he is trapped, in his current situation, and his deception is not just hurting him, now, it’s...it’s an abdication of his responsibility to everyone like him.  

i don’t like saying that.  because in real life it’s never okay to just say like...’oh, you need to out yourself because you have a responsibility to the community.’  that’s never okay.  a person’s primary responsibility is to their own safety, when they’re living as a marginalized, threatened person.  

so in real life, i would never say that.  but this is fiction, first of all, and it’s more complicated than that, for merlin, because he is already in a position of responsibility over these people, whether he wants to be or not.  the decisions he makes are things that impact their lives.  

and secondly - how threatened is he, really?  he is supposedly the most powerful sorcerer who’s ever lived.  do we really think arthur could successfully get merlin up on a platform and hang him?  do we really think arthur could hold merlin in a cell?  when merlin was newer to intentional magic and unstudied, absolutely, yes.  but now?

the risk merlin faces now isn’t necessarily to his life.  it’s to his lifestyle.  he might have to leave camelot.  he might lose all his friends.  and these are valid fears and i UNDERSTAND, because merlin has never felt safe and he has so rarely felt loved and i UNDERSTAND how paralytically frightening it is for him to consider doing anything that would jeopardize even the tiniest bit of belonging that he has been able to scrape together for himself, but i do not see that he has another option - not one that doesn’t poison his soul, at least.  he knows that what is happening to kara in this episode is wrong.  he tells arthur “free them both.”  he knows that’s what should have happened.  but then arthur executes her, and merlin does nothing to stop it, and i hate to put one more burden on merlin’s young shoulders but the fact of the matter is that this cycle of violence will never end until merlin ends it himself.  merlin cannot continue to stay trapped here between the dictates of destiny and his own sense of right and wrong.  it is killing him, and now it’s killing other people, too.

it is not a crime to fight for the right to be who you are.  

merlin desperately needs to remember that.  he needs to remember it for his own sake, not just for the people around him.  he is one of them.  their struggle is his struggle.  it is not the magical community’s fault that merlin has more information than they do - how are they supposed to know that arthur is supposed to be some kind of great saviour?  without knowing that, why would they ever choose to bow to him?  he has done nothing to earn their trust.  they have no reason to approach this situation the way merlin has, with infinite patience and a willingness to suffer constant injustices.  

merlin has to understand that.  he has to know that.  he can’t condemn them for fighting for their freedom.  they haven’t done anything wrong.  and i think he does know that, deep inside.  but he is trapped, where he is now, and the only way out is for him to tell the truth.  

the truth will set you free.  it might upend your entire life, but it will set you free.  and it is past time that merlin was free.  from camelot’s oppression, and from the oppressive dictates of destiny, too - if destiny had shut up for two seconds about ‘don’t trust mordred,’ we wouldn’t necessarily be in this situation now.  

i guess overall this episode leaves me feeling pretty grim.  and sad, i guess, because honestly like - it’s hard to for me to even root for arthur, as we enter the finale.  i can’t condemn mordred for running away to join the rebellion.  i don’t think morgana’s ideals are exactly pure, obviously; we’ve already seen several seasons ago how her goals have slid from ‘liberation’ to ‘power’ - but mordred is only motivated by the fight against injustice.  he’s in it for freedom.  and i can’t fault him for that, because he isn’t wrong.  i can’t fault him for giving up merlin’s identity, either, because merlin’s been treating him like crap from the very beginning (and again, yes, it’s more complicated than that - merlin is in an impossible position; he has reasons to trust all of the people who make prophecies at him - but still.  that doesn’t make mordred less wronged.)

so it’s kind of like - i’m going into the finale feeling like i shouldn’t really be rooting for our heroes.  which is kind of...depressing.

i mean.  yeah. 

he kind of does.

#the once and future slowburn #meta #merlin S5 #long post #this is such a...i don't know #it's just...a bummer #like i appreciate that the show is kind of allowing us to sit with the complexity #and for once not telling us that 'arthur's right no matter what' #they haven't quite gone the 'guess we were right not to trust mordred route!' yet #they had arthur say 'i shouldn't have trusted him' but i don't believe that's their endorsement of that position #and i'm glad #because that's just...demonstrably false; after this episode #but i also don't trust them not to take that tack later because they have a history of that sort of thing #so who knows? #right now i'm just in a place where i feel glum because i mean...how can i even root for the heroes? #like #mordred strides off to morgana's fortress and i was like 'good! you go! you march over there!' #he's been wronged! how can i justifiably ask him to just roll over and take it? #it's not fair to ask that of him #it's not fair to ask that of any of them #and that **includes** merlin #merlin should never have had to do all the things he's done for this regime #i know why he's done them; and he won't complain; but he's been wronged as well #he's made mistakes but he's also been victimized so it's just...it's a mess #i just can't envision a scenario where this turns out okay for anyone #even arthur and merlin 'winning' doesn't seem like a good ending to me #because like...why does camelot deserve to win right now? #i don't know #it's hard to explain #it's just...a disaster

[bnha-archive]

I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face - I

A three-part series in which Bakugou must admit to himself that you don’t mean nothing. Hero!Bakugou x Sidekick! Reader. Part II, Part III

Song 1 and 2.

 Reader’s quirk: Perfect accuracy, anything the user throws or hits with another object will strike the target in the intended spot. Hero name: Bullseye. 

This takes place 7-9 years in the future, giving a chance for Katsuki to cool his head.

        G 

   One: “Damn! I’ve grown accustomed to your face.”

You are a nobody. An inexperienced young hero with a bit too much enthusiasm and gumption. He didn’t take you on because you’re the best, no, he did it as a favor to Kirishima—Red Riot didn’t have space for you at his agency, but he’s the hero you did your internship and work-study with. Here at the Ground Zero Agency, he’s always in need of fresh meat. He hasn’t had a single sidekick last more than two years. His turnover rate was astronomical—but he accepts nothing but the best. He demands excellence.

So why the hell are you making a nuisance of yourself on the second day?

“Good morning!” You salute him upon entry, a dopey smile shining through. You hold out a mug. “I went ahead and made your coffee for you! Black, two sugars.” 

He has no idea how you know his coffee order but the chipper tone in your voice does nothing but grate on his nerves. “Isn’t a bit early for you to be kissing my ass? Cut that shit out.” Bakugou barely looks at you as he passes by, taking the coffee from your hands. “Make yourself useful and go on patrol unless you’d rather make fucking coffee for your entire squad?”

Your cheer doesn’t falter. “I already did, sir! But I’ll set out right away!”

 Bakugou resists the urge to snap at you again but lets you traipse off down the corridor. He hated newbies—so wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, practically puppy-like in their attitudes. Unlike his peers, this energy did nothing to invigorate his spirit. No, it only gave him migraines: these kids are so eager to please that they make mistakes.

He’s sure if he gives it an hour that you’ll be radioing in for assistance. The new ones always do, and it would give him the chance to chew you out.

             So, he waits.

             And waits.

             And waits.

 When three hours roll by, with no call for help and only status updates to go by, Bakugou seriously wonders if you’re actually doing your job. No other new sidekick has managed to so unobtrusive in their first week. Only one way to find out. He leaves his office (yelling at his other sidekicks as assistants to stop slacking off while he’s at it). Checking your last known location and heading straight for it (he pauses occasionally for an autograph or picture).

He makes the last turn and there you are, helping an old man across the street with a patient air. Well, it could be worse.

 The peaceful atmosphere is broken when a storefront’s window shatters. Bits of glass goes everywhere as two men hop out of the window, each holding a bag that’s bulging with stolen merchandise and funds.

He just had to jinx it didn’t he?

You’re already on it. “Hold it! Drop what you’re holding and come quietly.” You bellow and give chase; he sees you touch your mic. His ear set crackles to life as you relay the situation. “Two villains in the square. Both men, with heteromorphic quirks. One is a fox and the other is kinda like a rock.”

“Acknowledged.” His rumbles.

You pull out a small double-knocked crossbow, with rubber-tipped arrows. Extending your arm, you pull the trigger—the bolts fly forward hitting each thief in the back of one of their knees. The pair stumble and you roll a small bowling ball that explodes into a sticky tar on when it bumps into them. It sticks to the Fox Man, his fur becoming matted as the rock guy pulls free.

He takes off into a side alley and you go after him hot on his heels. Just as the second villain thinks he’s home-free, Ground Zero thuds in front him and takes him by the throat. “Surrender or I’ll blast you three blocks away. Got it scumbag?” Rock man comes quietly after that.

“Hey, boss! Nice bag! You didn’t even have to do anything. Must be nice to be famous, huh?” You grin and wave, restraining the first criminal with ease as he bags his own catch. You place the pair side by side and wait for the local police department to show.

“The rock-bastard would have gotten away without me here to stop him, newbie.” The hero seethes but is almost satisfied.

He had been right about you. You wouldn’t last a year.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, sir!” You hold up a small metal box with a screen. “My arrow got a tracker on him no problem. He wouldn’t have gotten very far!” You salute him again.

“Can’t you do a damn thing without your support items?”

You falter a bit, and he can see it for a moment in your face. A weakness. “My items help make me a better hero! Just like your grenade gauntlets and utility belt.”

He locks gazes with you. He doesn’t spare you from his scowl, and he decides to expose you. “Yeah, but I don’t need fancy gadgets to do my job. I’d be the same hero outside the suit. Can you say the same, kid?”

“Red-Riot was right.”

 “What was that?” The mention of Kirishima throws him off.

“He said you’d be… difficult to impress. D’you know that you have infamy among new heroes?” You don’t look away from his face. That smile is gone��replaced by a neutral expression. “The ‘First Step’ they call you. We know that employment with you isn’t gonna be for long, so it gives us time to acclimate to the Hero life. You give us a few months of hard work experience and then fire us, and we get to move on to where we really want to be.

“Have you checked where your ex-sidekicks ended up?”

             He hasn’t. 

The hero can feel a migraine coming on and that only serves to piss him off more. He’s being exploited, by useless extras who can barely do their jobs? Unthinkable. “You’re getting damn mouthy over there, kid. Fucking watch it.” He grinds out the words, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’m only telling you because I respect you, sir. Not trying to get fired on my second day.” You finally face forward, looking away from the hero. “I intend to stay. I don’t need you to be a stepping stone for me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.” You glance at him. “I told you because taking advantage of a top hero is shameful and not a bragging right that anyone deserves to have.”

-

You would last a year. You’re not a nobody and you certainly aren’t inexperienced. Ground Zero and his sidekick, Bullseye, would become famous for having the largest drop in crime in their ward in a single year. You became a pillar of his agency, your presence making the whole show working smoother. The turnover rate also dropped—thanks to you having a positive influence over your boss.

“So, how’s Bullseye doing?” Kirishima asks him over lunch one day. A rare day off for the two Pro Heroes results in a session of catch-up. And as usual, Kirishima does all the talking, or at least most of it.

“Not fucking terrible.”

“Oh, that’s high praise from you! I regret that favor then. I could use a long-range fighter on my team.” The red head laughs good naturedly.

The blond across from rolls his eyes. “All I said is that Bullseye doesn’t suck at work. If that wasn’t the case, then I wouldn’t have kept ‘em around.”

“Yeah yeah, man. I hear you.” Kirishima waves his hand carelessly and his eyes suddenly turn rather serious. “Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Well, fucking spit it out.”

“I… It’s the League. They’re on the move again.”

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha headcanon #bnha iida #mha x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #ground zero #sidekick!reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou x reader #Kirishima Eijirou #fanfic #I've Grown Accustomed to Your Face

[plus-size-reader]

The Princess

Negan x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1684 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Finding a little girl on the road and begging Negan to let you raise her as your own. He agrees but on one condition...

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It was no secret that Negan was fond of you. 

Hell, since you’d been rescued by the saviors, you had worked your way up to his inner circle, and sometimes, he came to you with news before anyone else. 

He liked you, sure but he’d never looked at you as more than a total badass. You went on runs with Dwight and likely had one of the highest body counts of any of the saviors. 

You were ruthless, and Negan found it sexy. 

However, he knew better than to ask you to be his wife. You were like a wild stallion, doing your own thing without a bridal and he figured that if he tried to claim you, it would break that spirit…

And he sure as hell didn’t want that. 

For now, he was content with just admiring you from afar.It made him happy to see you on the back of Dwight's motorcycle, coming back from a long day of scavenging, covered in blood. 

It didn’t matter if it was walker or human, as long as it wasn’t yours. The sight filled him with a giddy, childlike joy that he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

You were stunning, and badass, and completely and totally mesmerizing. He knew that every man, and woman in the sanctuary would kill for a moment of your attention, though no one dared out of respect for both you, and the man himself. 

While he had never technically claimed you, it was clear that you weren’t to be messed with. 

You knew that there was very little a bat of your sparkling eyes couldn’t get you, but when you came back to the sanctuary with a bundle in your arms...you were testing that theory. 

When you came across a car on the highway with a small swarm of the dead bombarding it, you knew what it meant. 

That was a clear sign that there was something alive locked in there, but never would you have expected what you found. 

You had just taken down at least twenty of those undead fuckers, and you were not in the mood to deal with whatever idiot was inside. However, when you shattered the window to unlock it, you found nothing but a kid. 

She had to have been no older than three, screaming her head off, likely due to hunger. 

There was no sign of anyone around, and as far as you could tell, her parents were likely dead. 

“What is it?” Dwight asked, clearly inconvenienced by having to stop. If it had been up to him, you would have left whoever it was to fend for themselves but you’d had a gut feeling about this…

And from the looks of it, you’d been correct. 

“Just a kid” you called back, reaching in to retrieve the small girl from her carseat. There was no way to know exactly how long she’d been locked in there, but you were sure she was starving. 

You assumed that her parents probably locked her in there to keep her safe while they looked for food, but they hadn’t come back and based on all the dead around here, they probably wouldn't. 

There was only one thing you could know for sure, and that was that you weren’t going to leave her there. 

“Lets go, If we’re out for too much longer Negan isn’t going to be happy”  the blonde barked, rolling his eyes. He knew that you weren’t gonna leave the kid, no matter how much he wished you would. 

Savior or not, you weren’t a monster and this little girl hadn’t done anything to deserve whatever terrible death was awaiting her if you abandoned her now.

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a wad” you answered, holding the tyke close to your chest. You mounted the back of the bike, sandwiching the small girl between your body and Dwights back. 

The sooner you got some food in her belly, the better. 

It didn’t take too long to get back to the sanctuary on the motorcycle, and before long, you were safe behind the gate. 

You didn’t care all that much normally, but for once, you were glad to have the safety from the outside world. 

At least you knew that the toddler in your grasp wasn’t going to face anything harsh externally. 

Now you just had to convince Negan to let you keep her, which was going to be quite the task...even for you. 

“Don’t say a word about this” you shot back at Dwight, knowing what would happen if word got out. The people of the sanctuary were paranoid in their seclusion, and you weren’t going to have a riot over such a small kid. 

He shot you a thumbs up, clear annoyance on his face. As much of a prick as he was though, you knew that his word was good. Your secret was safe with him. 

Now you just had to meet with the man himself. 

~

You knocked on his door, waiting for that familiar hum of allowance that you typically got when you visited Negan, only entering when you got the go ahead. 

“Good day today darling?” He smiled, not looking up at your at first. Lucille was in his hands, perfectly cleaned of all the gunk he’d incurred over the last few days. 

In fact, it wasn’t until the small girl held in your grasp whimpered under the cover of her blanket that he even glanced in your direction. 

That wasn’t a sound he’d heard in a long time, and he never thought he’d hear it coming from your direction. 

Without a word, you pulled back the soft blanket, slightly covered in dirt and grime, from her head. The motion revealed her bright blonde hair, and her face scrunched up in obvious upset. 

Negan was understandably shocked by the development. 

However, one thing was clear...

Finding such a small kid on the road had brought something maternal out of you, and Negan would be lying to say that it wasn’t working for him. 

You held her close to your chest, nuzzled up in the fabric of the blanket, which he assumed you’d taken from your bed. It was a sickeningly sweet sight and for a moment, Negan forgot what he was doing. 

Though, he found his voice soon enough. 

“What the hell is that?” he asked, obviously meaning where you’d found her. It couldn’t have been anywhere around here. 

None of you had seen a baby in what seemed like ages, led alone a kid like her. 

“On the road with Dwight, I had to bring her back” you started, already prepared to beg on the young girls behalf. 

There was no way you were going to get rid of her, even if he suggested you did. The worst thing in the world would be having to leave her outside the fence, knowing what would likely happen. 

Still, nothing happened at the sanctuary without his say so, and you had to get approval before anything. 

“I understand...but what makes you think we have the extra resources?” he wondered, asking you to indulge him with the silly questions. It was the same thing done when people were brought in from the road. 

However, this was a bit of a different case. 

“I know for a fact that we have a ton of formula and clothes in storage Negan, no one else is using it” you hummed, giving him a slight smile, though it was clear you were forcing it. 

Your nature told you to demand what you wanted from him and accept no less, but that wasn’t how to get what you wanted from Negan. 

You knew that you’d have to sweet talk him into it. 

“I’ll take full responsibility for her Negan, please” you purred, doing your best to give him your puppy dog eyes. He had always been a sucker for the way your bottom lip puffed out when you pouted. 

The man stared at you for a second, his eyes flicking between your face and the bundle in your arms...until finally, he smiled.

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not gonna make you abandon the kid, but I do have a condition if she’s gonna live here” he grinned, you already knew it was going to be some obscure request, but you weren’t in a position to refuse. 

Instead, you nodded, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“If you wanna play mommy, then I wanna be daddy” he winked, only half kidding as he surveyed how you were with the tiny girl. It was clear that you had already bonded with her, and he wanted to be part of it. 

The three of you would be a little family, ruling the kingdom he’d built. After all, what was a king without a queen and a princess to spoil? He hadn’t built all this to enjoy alone. 

You should have assumed it would be something like that. 

Negan wasn’t the kind of man to make a deal in which he didn’t profit more, but you weren’t going to refuse him. Hell, if that was the most he was asking, you weren’t going to say no.

A baby needed a strong family unit, especially in the world right now. 

And honestly, if you were going to raise a baby with anyone, it could be worse than Negan. She would grow up protected and provided for, it was the best offer you were going to get. 

“Okay, well...I think she needs a name. We can’t call our daughter ‘Kid’ forever” you smiled, closing the space between the two of you to hand the girl to him. 

Negan had never struck you as the fatherly type but as soon as he made eye contact with her, you knew...you had made the right choice by bringing her here. 

“Lucy” he whispered, his eyes flicking from her small face to your own, making the decision instantly. You couldn’t have been happier with it and one thing was for sure, she would never want for anything as long as she lived.

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firewolf1117 refuckingceipts (it's all been removed now but people archived it)

this bitch:

When you say “All Cops are”, here’s what you’re really saying:

All Blacks are Criminals All Mexicans are Illegal All Americans are stupid, fat, and lazy All Rape Victims are liars All Suicide Posters are Attention Seekers All Muslims are Terrorists All LGBT deserve to die

Are you outraged yet? GOOD.It means I touched a nerve.

You would never, ever, EVER say those things about those groups of people because you KNOW that it’s not true, even in the slightest. There are so very very FEW Cops who are actually corrupt and using their power and position inappropriately.

So what gives you the right to say the same about cops? COPS! Who are practically SOLDIERS! EVERY DAY their family lives with the fear that they won’t return. EVERY DAY they put their lives in danger to PROTECT you! They, as a whole, deserve your RESPECT!!! MOST ALL “Brutality” cases are from the CRIMINAL fighting, disrespecting, grabbing a weapon, etc. If you’d just COOPERATE AND BE RESPECTFUL you’d be treated FAIRLY!! Cops don’t have the time to sort things out. Their snap second decisions PROTECT them AND nearby Civilians. You can’t possibly understand the FEAR AND TERROR they hold EVERY SECOND of EVERY DAY! So don’t you DARE judge them for mistakes.

and here’s the response of one brave user, this legend, this badass mofo, who replied to their bullshittery and got banned for a day for posting in the whiny crybaby bitch’s journal without permission:

Replying to this, because FireWolf1117 is intentionally spreading misinformation and hate. I don’t care if the staff is going to tell me off for this — for once, I care a little more about setting this right than following the Journal rule.

First of all, United States cops are legally not required to save civilians. It’s not considered unconstitutional, according to the case Warren v. District of Columbia (444 A.2d. 1, D.C. Ct. of Ap. 1981). To keep it short, cops can literally see crimes being committed and decide not to intervene if they feel like it. This has been quite common among police departments if you (objectively) compare the police’s actions during BLM protests and anti-lockdown protests.

Anyways, let’s get to your generalizing logic. I have to agree with you on one thing: generalizing is bad. No group should be generalized because of some rotten apples. However, this doesn’t count for cops. Here’s why not:

The police force isn’t a marginalized group. A police officer is a profession. A job. Cops are public servants. They work for the state, for the civilians. And that’s why they need to be held accountable for any misconduct they commit. Which is, unfortunately, is objectively not the case. According to statistics from https://mappingpoliceviolence.org, 99% of United States cops who have killed citizens have not been criminally charged, because police departments literally protect officers from getting tried. Of the 750+ shootings done by police this year, only four cops are getting tried. So much for “there are only a few corrupt ones”. Black people are also way less likely to carry a weapon compared to White people, while Black people get shot by cops thrice as likely.

What’s more, because the police force is a profession, people can quit being a police officer. This doesn’t count for most of the groups you mentioned: Black people can’t stop being Black, Mexican people can’t stop being Mexican, Americans can’t stop being American (also you including Americans kinda makes you look embarrassing lol no offense), rape victims can’t be ‘unraped’, Muslims (or even just Arabs in general) can’t stop being perceived as Muslims (even Sikhs get seen as Muslims nowadays…) and LGBTI+ people can’t stop being LGBTI+ (unless they discover they’re not). Police officers can literally take their uniform off and be perceived as normal human beings. As soon as they are on duty and take on their uniform, a huge responsibility awaits them. A responsibility that has been abused by them to the point that marginalized people will hesitate before calling the police, fearing that the police will either come too late or escalate the situation. Cops aren’t endangering their own lives. They’re endangering the lives of those they’re supposed to protect. No good person would shoot a man in his back SEVEN times for being 'aggressive’. No good person who claims to protect and serve would kneel on someone’s neck for eight minutes while that person was cooperating with them. No good person would shoot a completely innocent woman in her sleep because they raided the wrong house. (BTW, Breonna Taylor’s murderers are still walking free as if nothing happened.) No good person would shoot a 12-year-old kid for having a toy gun. No good person would kill a man in his car for… picking up his ID to show it to the cop. Just because you cooperate, doesn’t mean that you’re safe.

Your logic is clearly flawed, because you judge cops on their personality, and not on the bigger picture. All cops are “bastards” not because we see all of them are evil killing machines that shoot people on sight — it’s because they contribute to an oppressive system, whether it’s directly or indirectly. It’s more than 'just a few cops’: the government wants bad laws to be enforced, the prison system is getting used as a business model, minorities are forced to live in poor socioeconomic areas on purpose BY the government, gentrification exists, multi billionnaires are exploiting low-class working people even more, there’s a damn pandemic that’s not being taken seriously… And guess who’s at the front of keeping the fragile capitalist system intact? Right. The police. The face of the government, that’s laughing at Black people, people of color, disabled people, LGBTI+ people… No good cop exists, even if they’re nice to everyone. Good cops who speak out against the abuse of other cops get fired, because the police departments don’t want the truth to be exposed. If you truly want to be someone who saves people’s lives, then stop being a cop and get a better job, like a firefighter, an EMT, a psychologist… Anything that isn’t completely corrupted.

Even during the recent BLM protests, cops are showing off their power. They escalate situations without provocation more times than BLM protesters start shit. Also cops are committing literal war crimes by using tear gas and other chemicals against civilians (IT GOES AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION FOR FUCK’S SAKE). Not so protective now, aren’t they? The only thing BLM protesters have hurt are cops’ ego. Trust me, protesters being a little mean to cops won’t ever be as bad as all the innocent lives cops have taken and covered up.

I want to go on forever, because I have a lot more to say (such as why “All Lives Matter” is reactionary and racist, how the police force was formed in the first place, how the effects of slavery and colonialism are still being felt by Black people to this day, how and why 'riots’ can be 'justified’), but I’ll leave it at this. At least I got to give counterarguments to your points. Take care and educate yourself! (Tip: stop watching FOX News and Infowars if you do that, you’re going to develop brainrot! ;__;)

ladies and gentleman of the jury, as you can see, this user not only came into this argument prepared, but they were civil and had links (that aren’t links now oop soz). they gave this bitch plenty of opportunity to learn and grow from this without attacking her.

but your bet your ASS the poor little white girl went crying to her daddy about people ATTACKING HER and BULLYING HER FOR HER OPINIONS!!!! she uses her anxiety as a get out of jail free card CONSTANTLY, bitching and moaning about how, and these are directly quoting from HER own journal:

MAY 29, 2020

I log in to this game to have fun and escape the stresses and problems of real life. I do NOT want to be going about my business, and see “BLM” in someone’s Trainer Card, and have to deal with a surge of overwhelming emotions (whether positive or negative). I simply cannot handle the Anxiety that results.

This is a GAME site. NOT a place to share your political, racial or other stances. PLEASE keep ALL such topics OFF this site. I understand you want to talk about them, and that’s fine. But out of respect for people like me, can you please do so in private with the people you know WANT to see and discuss it?

just admit you’re racist dude.

She uses CSS. SHE CAN FUCKING HIDE OTHER PEOPLE’S FUCKING CARDS. PEOPLE CAN TALK ABOUT WHATEVER THEY DAMN WELL PLEASE ON THEIR OWN DAMN PAGES. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.

Also! You know she only put “whether positive or negative” to quell any hate she might’ve gotten because ANXIETY is usually not a positive emotion. There’s not even a positive CONNOTATION. and she hopes to be published by the end of the year lmfao yeah right.

and then, on JUNE 16, 2020:

I WAS going to make a post in response to the most recent announcement, but now I’m just too frazzled and upset about it. Still making a post. I’ll just be posting it off site so I can say things how I want to say them, and so I don’t have any in game repercussions.

Honestly, though. I log onto this site to ESCAPE reality. I do NOT want to see ANY stance on ANY “cause” ANYWHERE. NONE OF IT BELONGS HERE. NONE!!!! Because of this “decision”, I’m going to make one of my own. I am gone from this site until current affairs are resolved. Heck. Perhaps even after. I will NOT be a part of a site that allows…Ugh. NOT going to get into this here.

but like… she came back a month later lmao

OH AND!! Earlier this month on AUGUST 6, 2020 she posted this!

It really breaks my heart seeing derogatory remarks against Cops in people’s Trainer Cards. It’s upsetting that you feel that way, and even more so that you make your hatred so vehemently known.

Personally, I don’t know why any of those Cop comments are allowed. If someone had something in their Trainer Card against Religion, LGBT, or POC, I guarantee that statement would be removed. So why is it alright for people to make hateful, vile, disgusting remarks against Cops? Despite it being someone’s personal opinion, it’s still Hate Speech, and shouldn’t be allowed.

this bitch is part of the lgbt+ community. she’s part of a marginalized group.

The “"derogatory remarks”“ she’s talking about? #AllCopsAreComplicit #CopsStinky #AllCopsSuck

which brings us back to Exhibit A, ladies and gentlemen! Her equating #AllCopsAreComplicit and #CopsSTINKY to "All LGBT deserve to die” and a Shitton of other stereotypes. Well fucking done.

Despite bitching and moaning about I DONT WANNA SEE ANYTHING, despite there being ways she can fucking hide it HER DAMN SELF she chooses instead to bitch piss moan bitch piss moan bitch piss and fucking moan and then when someone calls her out on her genuinely harmful bullshit, pulls the wounded gazelle gambit, claims she’s being attacked, and puts in her Card that “anxiety attack! again! waaaah!” like anyone has a shred of sympathy left for her ugly ass. She can’t handle looking like the bad guy so she plays the anxiety card. She bitches about never having any friends, only depression and anxiety, and it’s like bitch no fucking wonder.

Both the top posts have been taken down, but the user who responded to her has gotten nothing but love for her mad courage in saying something when no one else dared.

Firefurrywolf made a halfassed apology (August 30, 2020) which I won’t go into but there is one line that sticks out to me because it’s such a goddamn lie:

When I state my opinion, I usually do so with grace and eloquence. I did not think about my actions this time.

… do you?

This is a GAME site. NOT a place to share your political, racial or other stances. PLEASE keep ALL such topics OFF this site.

Do you… really?

I log onto this site to ESCAPE reality. I do NOT want to see ANY stance on ANY “cause” ANYWHERE. NONE OF IT BELONGS HERE. NONE!!!!

I don’t think so. You vile, disgusting, manipulative, obnoxious, PRETENTIOUS, racist, terfy bitch.

Oh, before I forget, yeah. Terf. She looks like one too. All over her insta. Gross.

NOVEMBER 19, 2019

My response to a LGBT post in one of my writing groups.

I don’t know most of these terms within the community. Don’t really care to know either, cause your preferences won’t change my feelings about who you are. I probably should, though, cause the Its and Xes really confuse me.

I knew I was a Demi-Ace for a few years. I’ve also known that I was Poly since I was early teens. But I’m also attracted to beauty and care more about who you are as a person than your preferences, so apparently I’m Panaesthetic as well?

Also firm believer of “True Love Knows NO Bounds”

Her journal got moved to 18+ because there was a post talking about sex. Might’ve even been alluding to rape. On a CHILDREN’S SITE. In her CHILD-FRIENDLY journal. It sat there for at least two months. TWO MONTHS. But I will not be posting that here, but it’s still there if anyone wants to snoop. All of this is public. Well, it was. But at least minors won’t be exposed to this histrionic little whiny whitey who is absolutely drowning in her white privilege.

Just because she changed her pfp from her face to a shitty drawing she did doesn’t hide the fact that she’s white, and the worst kind of person with little to no actual coping skills.

She claims to be an artist, a writer, all this, blah blah, but then why doesn’t she channel any of it into her work so she can get fucking better at them? She says she’s working on losing weight, so do that. Instead of shrieking and stomping your fucking feet like a toddler at the peak of their terrible two’s, throwing tantrum after fucking tantrum on a CHILDREN’S SITE about your shitty stances, go for a fucking walk. Punch a fucking punching bag. Literally anything else. You’ll feel better, you’ll lose weight faster, you’d be keeping your vitriol to your damn self and no one will “attack” you.

“Are you ourtraged yet? GOOD. It means I touched a nerve!”

She fucking wanted a reaction. But couldn’t handle it when she actually got one. I’m so embarrassed. Grow some fucking thicker skin, you’re older than I am. Grow a pair and shut the goddamn FUCK up.

For now, the evil is defeated, and I rest my fucking case.

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