#journalists didn't get arrested ever

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Right Place in Time

Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?

@disrespectedgoatman @estrellami-1

Chapter one - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Everyone in Ms. Kelly's office froze. Steve stared at Nancy, and she stared back. She glanced at his dripping nose then at Chrissy's broken arm, and then finally at Eddie's bruised face.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Nancy asked.

Everyone started talking at once. Jeff, Gareth, and Frank were quickly explaining that they weren't doing anything wrong. Dustin, Lucas, and Eddie were trying to explain what's actually going on. Vickie, Max, and Chrissy looked annoyed at them. Steve sighed and wiped away the blood.

"Shut up!" Steve yelled and clapped his hands, putting them on his hips.

It was Max who stepped forward and explained the situation to Nancy. She showed her the files, and Nancy paled.

"Fred. He's my friend. He works with me on the paper," Nancy explained.

"Where is he now?" Max asked.

"The newsroom. We came here to work on the paper," Nancy said.

Nancy whirled around and was the first one out the door, in a panic. Steve followed after her while everyone else followed Steve. Nancy burst through the door, startling the other journalists.

"Stacy, where's Fred?" Nancy asked.

"He said he left something in your car. Why? What's wrong?" Stacy asked, and she scrunched up her nose. "Are you hanging out with the Freak? You know, he shot a cop, right?"

"I told you not to call him that! Facts, not rumors!" Nancy screeched before flipping her off and running out the door. "Bitch!"

Everyone was following her and running down the hallway at break neck speed. The pounding of their feet echoed off the walls, and it almost sounded like an army. Jeff and Frank's heavy boots definitely helped with that. They burst out the front doors and ran into the parking lot, following Nancy to her car. When they got there, Fred was a few feet away and stock still in the parking lot. Nancy's keys were at his feet. As soon as they approached him, he shot up into the air. He was too far away to reach them. They had another problem, though. A car skidded into the parking lot, almost hitting the group. Jason and his basketball posse rolled out of the car. They were carrying crow bars and baseball bats. One of them stood by Jason, looking like a lackluster, evil, off brand version of Dustin. If Steve remembered correctly, this goon's name was Andy.

"We heard from Andy's girl here that the Freak was breaking and entering," Jason said.

"Yeah, we thought we would come and make a citizen's arrest," Andy chuckled.

"Stacy," Nancy cursed.

"But it looks like we caught him performing one of his satanic rituals," Jason said. "Let him go, freak."

"I'm not doing this!" Eddie shrieked.

Andy lunged forward and grabbed Gareth. He took the crowbar, pressing it to his neck and locking him in his grip. Gareth struggled to breathe. Everyone screamed.

"Let him go! Let him go!" Eddie screamed.

"Not until you let that kid go first!" Jason screamed.

"What's his name?" Nancy asked coldly.

"I don't know!" Jason exclaimed. "Why does that matter?!"

"Because it's pretty shitty of you not to remember the name of the very first friend you ever made!" Nancy shrieked. "Until you lost weight and lost your glasses, then you become popular, and he didn't matter to you! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Jason Carver used to be a nerd! What's his name?!"

"Not everyone remembers every friend they ever made!" Jason exclaimed.

"His name is Fred!" Everyone yelled at him.

Andy loosened his grip on Gareth's neck, allowing him to get some air as he stared at Jason. Fred's arm snapped, and Andy pressed the crowbar up against his neck again. Gareth struggled to breathe.

"Let him go, please!" Eddie screamed on the verge of tears.

"Not until you let Fred go!" Jason snapped.

"Jason! Please!" Chrissy begged him.

"Shut up, slut!" Jason yelled.

Steve watched the interaction, ready to dive in when he saw an opening, more of Fred's bones snapping above them. Nancy was crying and screaming beside them. Andy looked at them threateningly, ready to cause Gareth serious harm if anyone got close. Steve glanced over at Eddie. There were so many expressions on his face that Steve could barely read all at once: anger, sadness, and fear were amongst the many. Anger was pushed at the forefront as he glared daggers at Jason.

"If you want me, then you're going to have to come after me," Eddie said. "They're not involved. Jeff, keys."

"Eddie - ," Jeff protested.

"Keys, now," Eddie said, snapping his fingers.

Jeff quickly gave him the keys. Eddie stood in front of Steve with a rueful grin. He grabbed Steve’s face and kissed him deeply.

"Eddie," Steve muttered against his lips.

"I have a plan, baby, don't worry. Trust me," he whispered.

When he pulled back, he was dangling Steve’s keys in his hands, having swiped them from Steve’s pocket. To the fury of Jason, Eddie turned and quickly kissed Chrissy, too. He turned to Jason and his goons, a determined look on his face.

"Leave them alone and come after me," Eddie said furiously.

He was gloriously righteous looking in the early morning sun. The light hit his eyes, and they now looked looked like golden pools of fire. It was the look of a dragon protecting his egg, Steve had decided, not that he knew what that looked like. Steve’s heart raced erratically in his chest. Andy let Gareth go. Gareth collapsed to his knees, clutching his neck. Fred's broken and lifeless body dropped to the ground. Nancy screamed.

"Fuck!" Eddie shrieked.

He took off towards his van, swiping up Nancy's keys as he did so. Nancy and Steve cursed at him before everyone started following him. The jocks yelled as they hurried back into Jason's car. Eddie was quick to jump into his van and drive off before anyone could catch him. Jason drove off after him, his tires squealing loudly. Everyone on foot ran off after the vehicles. They saw just in time to see Eddie toss Steve and Nancy's keys somewhere in the grass before turning the corner, the evil jocks on his tail. By the time they could find the keys, they'd be long gone.

"Eddie!" Dustin screamed.

Chrissy burst into tears as she called out Eddie's name along with everyone else. She turned and buried her head into Steve’s chest. Steve held her tightly as his own tears slipped down his face. Nancy was crying over Fred's body in the background, and it damn near tore a hole in his chest. Goddamnit. Goddamnit!

Chapter Eight

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[dreamerdoesthewritething]

[Did anyone ask for Part 3, aka the sequel to this and this? No? Too bad, you're getting it, anyway.]

Leon has been staying with you for over a week now. It's nice having your best friend in your life every day again, nicer than you thought it would be. This isn't the first time he's lived with you. After his family was killed, your parents brought him home, where he stayed until he decided he wanted to go back to his house. He was a teen when he made that choice. Your parents had managed to gain ownership of the Kennedy house for that exact reason.

He had moved out of that house a couple of years ago, selling it with the help of your father so he could live somewhere smaller with less horrible memories. Turned out his nightmares were worse in the place where the murders happened than anywhere else. Made sense, but he didn't think about that when he chose to return. He wanted his own place, a kind of teenage dream. What teen didn't want a house free from rules? But it didn't work out in that nightmare colonial. He traded it for a little townhouse and put the rest of the money in savings for future use.

That townhouse was his new home, the only one for him...until now, when he found he couldn't go back.

You had returned to work just yesterday. Coworkers offered their condolences, having heard you suffered a terrible loss which led you to take a leave of absence for a month. Some asked who it was. They had their reasons. Prayers, curiosity, sympathy, etc. You managed to get away with, "I don't wanna talk about it," for now, but you had a feeling it wouldn't work for much longer.

The thing is...Leon asked you to keep him a secret. He doesn't want anyone to know he's around. Even if that means everyone still thinks he's dead, he has to remain hidden. It's quite the paranoid request, but he wouldn't make it for no reason. You made this promise. You intend to keep it, no matter what.

Your parents have stopped by once during this week to check up on you. Leon hid in the guest bedroom. That's where he stayed whenever you weren't home. Hell, sometimes he'd be there even when you were, just in case. Can't be seen, or at least has to try to be seen by as few people as possible.

His behavior was like a fugitive, a man on the run. But he's a cop. He committed zero crimes. It's his job to arrest the criminals, not be a criminal himself. You try to imagine Leon doing anything illegal. The worst you can see him doing is shoplifting a candy bar from a gas station, and even then only because he was holding it and forgot he hadn't paid for it yet.

So what is he hiding from?

Maybe it's the press. Surely everyone would want to know how he managed to escape from Raccoon City as one of a handful of survivors of both the viral outbreak and the nuke. He didn't need that shit. Not now, not ever. It reminds you of when reporters kept trying to bother him after the murders of his family. Your mother and father shielded him from that as best they could, eloquently but firmly telling the journalists to fuck off. Leon was a little boy, not a news story. He always told your parents how thankful he was for how much they took care of him then.

Now it's your turn to do the same.

You're unlocking your front door, coming back from work at the end of the day. You feel something hard press against your back as a hand suddenly covers your mouth to muffle any sound you might make. Struggling is instantly impossible. Someone else finishes opening the door and you're forced inside.

Next thing you know, you're tied up on the floor. There's strangers in your house with guns. You're still reeling from being assaulted in the first place, so the shock and fear of your situation hasn't quite caught up to you yet.

"Where's Leon?" one of the armed men demands.

"Leon? Who--?"

"Don't even think about it," the man growls, getting up in your face. "You know exactly who the fuck Leon is. We wouldn't be wasting our time with the likes of you if we didn't know that."

Your brow furrows. "I was gonna ask who the fuck you are, for your information. I'm not so fucking stupid as to try to play dumb with dickheads who attack me in my own goddamn home."

The man backs off, but not enough for you to feel even a little more comfortable. The fear still hasn't taken hold. You press on. "Now, I don't give two shits who or what you work for, but as an American, I have rights! Rights that have been violated the moment you put your damn hands on me! If you think this won't come back to bite you--"

"Your rights don't matter in this," the man says. The look in his eyes has you shutting up, because it's clear if you keep talking, he will hit you and he will take great pleasure in doing it. "Look, princess, I'll make it real simple for you. We need Leon. You tell us what we wanna know, we get outta your hair, and it'll be like this never happened. You get that? Cuz trust me, I don't wanna be here any more than you want us."

"What are you going to--?"

"None of your damn business."

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to be strong. This man is intimidating, but he's talking about your best friend. He's with other men and they're all armed and they want your best friend. If this guy knows anything about you, he should know you won't put Leon in danger just to save yourself. You'd never.

"Just kill me. I ain't telling you shit," you say.

It doesn't have the impact you want since your voice is shaking and you can feel tears stinging your eyes, but it's the truth. You won't talk. You won't give up Leon to them. They've disrespected you, threatened you. They're hunting Leon for some reason. You don't need to know the reason, you decide. You can die without knowing, as long as it means Leon is safe.

Before the scene can escalate, your hero swoops in for the rescue, bypassing all the other armed men to put himself between you and your immediate threat. You wish he hadn't. Now they'll take him away from you to do...whatever it is they wanted with him. If he just took this opportunity to escape...

"Mr. Kennedy," the man says. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"

"Yeah, I know," Leon says in a tight voice. "But that's on me, not her. She's got nothing to do with this, alright? Leave her alone."

"You brought her into this. What have you told her?"

"Not a goddamn thing! She's just given me somewhere to stay! That's it! She doesn't know anything!"

It's true. He hasn't told you anything about Raccoon City or the month he was gone after that. He was protecting you by keeping that to himself. Now he's protecting you again. The desperation cuts right through to your heart. Just who are these guys that they've got Leon Scott Kennedy so scared for you?

"Even if I believe you, which is a fucking huge if...I have my orders. We're to take both of you in for questioning." The man shakes his head as the other guys grab Leon and pick you off the ground. "This wouldn't have had to happen if you'd just stayed on base, Kennedy. You have no one to blame but yourself."

You're pushed into an unmarked but clearly military vehicle, still tied up with an armed man on either side of you. Leon is likewise sandwiched in the seat across from yours, facing you. The leader of the squad and another guy take the front and passenger seats. Then you're off to...who knows where?

Leon is seething as he looks at you. It's not because of you, but rather what you've been subjected to by these people. The men are unbothered by his glare. They don't care about his feelings or yours. They'd rather not be here, anyway.

"Why?"

He's speaking through gritted teeth in a dangerous tone you haven't heard before. All the other people in the vehicle look at him.

"Why is she still restrained?" Leon demands. "There's no goddamn reason for it. We're literally fucking trapped in here with you. Untie her. Now."

Despite the odds being very much against him, Leon's unspoken threat is not ignored. The men at your sides undo the bindings around your arms, finally setting you free. Your arms are stiff and sore, but you'll get over it. Well, if you make it out of whatever this is alive you will.

Without warning or care about potential consequences, Leon takes your hands in his. His stare is still so intense.

"Did they hurt you?"

You shake your head. You don't want to talk, not after everything that's just happened, not with these strangers around. Besides, you get the feeling you're going to be doing a lot of talking in the near future, whether you want to or not. His hands give yours a reassuring squeeze and doesn't let go.

"I won't let them do anything to you, I swear."

It's a little late for that, you think. You suppose he simply forgot the word "else" after "anything" since he didn't see how these guys introduced themselves to you. He's also forgetting they have weapons while he doesn't. He's hardly in any position to be making promises to protect you or even himself.

You're both so fucked and the worst part is you have no idea why.

-_-_-_-_

You face hours and hours of questioning from government men, stuck in a tiny humid room with a single bottle of water and no food. They won't even let you out to use the restroom, forcing you to hold your bladder. They want to know anything and everything Leon has told you since he showed up at your doorstep. You tell them over and over. Your story never changes. It's never good enough, though.

What are you supposed to do when they refuse to listen to the truth?

You're tired. You have to piss more than you ever have in your life. You don't even know where these government agents have taken you. Any patience you had before is gone. Your tongue hurts from all the biting you've done to keep from crying. They don't deserve to see your tears. They're not worthy of that victory. You just want to go home. Why won't they let you?

You can't take it anymore. And you just scream. A guttural, screeching sound with no words. All your stress vocalized in one long, distressing noise. Your captors don't know how to react to this, so they just yell at you. Threaten you with physical harm if you don't stop. They're already harming you by keeping you here.

The shrieking is the last straw. Other people come rushing into the room, chewing out your captors for holding you in this shithole for so long. One of them, a woman, ushers you out to the nearest restroom, apologizing for not intervening sooner. She assures you that you'll be free to go and will be compensated for this. Ah, hush money. At least that's what it sounds like.

What about Leon?

She can't say. Or won't say. It's not her place. She isn't allowed. Another secret. You feel sick. You want to go home, but you don't want to go without knowing he's okay.

What she can tell you is they're not going to hurt him. He's a valuable asset to America in a new war and they're not about to do anything that might cost them his loyalty. You're pretty sure they already crossed that line when those men held you captive in your own home, but you keep that to yourself.

After your much-needed potty break, you're escorted into a much nicer room with air conditioning. You're provided with food and drink while they arrange for someone to take you back home. Should you be concerned about possible drugs in this stuff? Eh, fuck it. Hunger and thirst overrule paranoia right now.

When your way home is ready, Leon is there with your escort. Stoic, but his eyes burn with a harsh blue flame. If he could burn this place to the ground, that'd be the ignition. Some of that rage seeps into his expression when he looks at you. The redness around your eyes and your sniffling give it all away. They made you suffer. They made you suffer, because of him.

It's just you, Leon, and the driver. The car they're using is expensive, but it's also a boring black government-typical vehicle. You and Leon climb in the backseat. You haven't said a word to each other since your reunion. Frankly, you're done talking for the day if you can help it. You don't feel safe to do so, anyway. This car is probably wired to record anything and everything you do.

You're so, so tired. You can't keep your head up or your eyes open anymore. You fall over until your head meets Leon's shoulder, using it as a pillow. He lets you. You deserve this rest. You deserve so much. You deserve so much more than to have a friend like him, a friend who shows up when you're grieving his alleged death and pulls you into such a mess.

He doesn't bother waking you when the car pulls up to the house. Instead, he picks you up and carries you inside, laying your sleeping form on top of your bed. He takes off your shoes, then tucks you in more properly. It can't be comfortable sleeping in your work clothes, but he's not about to strip you or change your clothes while you're unconscious. Not without consent. You've been violated enough today...More than enough...Way, way more than enough.

Now that you're back where you belong, the weight of today starts taking its toll on Leon. He can't rest yet, however. He knows your home has been messed with and he'll be damned if he lets them keep their bugs and wiretaps and shit just because he's here. They know that. He told them as much when they confronted him for running away from the training camp. They've already forced his hand. They already used Sherry's safety against him. They're not getting to use his best friend, too.

Minding your peace, he scours every itch and crevice of your house for their devices, tearing the electronics out and stomping them under the heels of his boots. He checks everywhere twice, then a third time, just to be sure. It all ends up in a trashcan, which he tosses outside until he can dispose of this shit more permanently. It's the least he can do.

He returns to your room, taking a seat on the corner of the bed and looking at you. You're restless in your slumber. It's to be expected, he supposes. He lets out the heaviest sigh, closing his eyes. You shouldn't have had to go through any of the things those assholes put your through. He shouldn't have put you in this position. What kind of friend is he?

And when he thinks about that month...

He was beginning the training the government "asked" him to join, a task force for fighting B.O.W.s and other miscellaneous issues. Any connections to the rest of the world were prohibited. They wanted him to themselves, believing he had no one. He let them believe that, just like they let everyone who ever cared about him believe he perished with Raccoon City.

They let you believe he died.

A month of mourning.

For him, too.

He had to come to grips with the incident on his own. So many people met once and lost shortly thereafter. People he never got the chance to meet until after they were no longer human. The mysterious woman in red whose fate he wasn't sure of. Zombies. Monsters. Death. So much death. More than he ever thought he'd see in his lifetime.

You didn't have to see any of it. You didn't need to. You always had an active imagination. What horrible images had you tormented yourself with when you thought he was dead? How much did you cry for him? How many nights did you lose sleep? Just how did you grieve for him, the little boy you comforted during the worst times of his life turned into a man you thought became nothing but ash?

Just thinking about it churned his stomach. Neither of you asked for this. Neither of you wanted any of this. Neither of you deserved what you've been through since he decided to join the RPD.

Your eyelids flutter, then open halfway. He can't stop himself from gently cupping your face.

"Leon," you murmur.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No...You haven't slept."

A small smile. "That obvious?"

"Yeah...Look shittier than usual."

"Oh, you're one to talk."

You grab his arm and pull him down with you, his chest against yours. Your arms wrap around him. As if you're actually strong enough to keep him there if he didn't want to be. Your grip is rather lazy since you're only half-awake.

"Go to sleep."

"Is that an order, ma'am?"

"Mhm."

He shifts his position to get more comfortable. You're unconscious again already. He doubts he'll actually fall out as easily as you are right now, but he'll stay here regardless. Can't risk waking you up, after all. It'll be day soon and you certainly don't need to know that.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

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[holdmytesseract]

Dangerous Paradise

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hello lovely writer👻

I saw you’re taking req's atm so I was wondering if you could maybe write something with James Conrad from the Skull Island film?

The plot is completely up to you but I’d love to read something about him with female reader :)

Thanksss" - Requested by a nonny! 😁

Summary: As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad...

Warnings: THIRST! Skull Island things, giant spiders, bit of angst, mentions of injuries, swear words, fluff?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: First time writing for James Conrad - but I quite enjoyed it! Hope you guys like it! 😄 Thank you so much for requesting, dear nonny! 😊

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MASTERLIST

That was definitely not what you were expecting, when you got signed up for that expedition. A giant ape and creepy, dangerous wannabe dinosaurs? Come on... Not to mention the enormous other creepy creatures on 'Skull Island' - or the crazy soldier who got stuck here in freaking World War two! Ever since you flew with that helicopter through that earth shaking storm to get to the island and got attacked by Kong, you were positively done with this mission and cursed your boss on no end for convincing you to do this. "Please, Y/N! This is going to be one hell of a headline!" Sure! Thanks Maggie… Hell of a headline my ass, you thought. Okay, admittedly, the island was beautiful - without a doubt and you'd have definitely enjoyed it here - if you didn't have to fear for your life every damn second! One wrong step or wrong move could cost you your life. Skull Island was to 100 per cent not for vacation... You just wanted to go home, back into your office. You were a journalist - not a soldier, tracker or scientist! What were you even here for? Writing a report when you're no longer alive was quite difficult. You already missed your friends and family - and especially your bed. Well... Life just wasn't fair.

But despite all the bad things, coming with this mission, there was at least that one good thing - person, to say it right. Captain James Conrad. Former soldier, now tracker - and hotter than a 1200 degree volcano. You were sure that it was actually illegal to be this hot. Honestly, someone should've arrested him for giving you a heart attack when you first laid eyes upon this delicious specimen of a man.

He was incredulously tall and literally clattered with muscles. It wasn't just the effect of the tight, dark blue t-shirt he wore, oh no. The t-shirt just helped showing them off. With every move he made, every step he took, you could see the muscles on his shoulders, pecs or arms flex. His biceps were bulged, strained against the tight fabric. The black jeans he wore, displayed his thick, strong thighs and long legs and sat very snugly around his hips. And that damn shoulder holster he wore... Gods… You weren't really a fan of weapons - but that thing made him even sexier. James' hair was short, with brown hues in between the blonde curls. A slight stubble covered his chin and cheeks. Speaking of that man's face... He had a jawline to die for... And his cheekbones were as sharp as razor blades. Long story short, this man was literally walking eye candy. "Y/N?" And his voice... Oh his voice... "Y/N?" So deep and yet smooth like velvet. You could listen to him talk all day long. "Y/N?!" The moment said voice urged rather loudly to your ears, accompanied by James's strong hand gently shaking your shoulder, you snapped out of your daydream. "W-What?" You asked, dazed and blinking. "We need to keep moving. Don't stay behind, otherwise you'll lose the group. I know you're tired. We all are, but I can't have anybody just walking off. I don't want to lose more people." You quickly nodded, still trying to process his words. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry." James gave you a nod, then removed his hand from your shoulder again and stood up. With a sigh, you stood up from the stone you were sitting on as well.

Together, you caught up to the remaining people of the group, making your way further through the depths of this perilous jungle. You tried to distract yourself, not thinking about the opportunity to die - what wasn't exactly easy, because your brain reminded you of that every minute. Wordlessly, you trudged behind James, Mills, Mason, Slivko and the others, trying to match their quick pace. You tried to focus on your surroundings; tried to stay attentive. That worked out quite well - until Captain Conrad walked into your field of view again. You were very aware that you shouldn't let yourself be distracted by the attractive man - but you just couldn't help it... Your eyes got stuck on him once again... On the backside of his body, to be precise. The way he oh so graciously moved over the uneven, grown through jungle ground. Not only had you a nice view of the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed, no... You could also feast upon the bulging veins stretching over his ridiculously long, strong arms. What you would give to feel those firm, sculpted muscles underneath your fingertips - oh and that ass... You bit your lip, when your gaze travelled - hopefully unnoticed, downtown and landed on the tracker's bottom. Hot damn. You couldn't even fathom what was underneath those clothes... You bet he- A scream for help cut through the air, ripping you from your lustful, thirsting thoughts. Frantically your eyes looked around, searched for the origin of the scream. You quickly found it... It had come from one of the soldiers - in vain. He was dead, impaled by the leg of a... You looked up, your jaw slackening in shock; eyes widening. "Giant spider!" Another soldier yelled hysterically. And then everything happened very fast. You jumped from one spot to the other, panicky trying to avoid the gigantic animal's deadly legs. You guessed your body went into some kind of a survival mode. Unless you more than likely wouldn't have survived this. "Cut the legs!" You heard Conrad yell over the loud noise of gunshots and screams. "Cut it off at the legs!" The men listened to the tracker, did what he said and chopped off the creature's legs. Just as you thought you and the group were out of danger, things went south again - at least for you. When they brought the spider down, her enormous body fell to the ground and James had yelled for everybody to move aside, in order to not get squashed by it. You started to run for dear life – and made it. That wasn't the problem. But being on the fast pace you were, you didn't see the big stone on the ground. Neither the little, but quite steep hillside, nor the lake at the foot of the 'cliff'. So, it came how it had to come... You stumbled over the stone and with a yelp, fell down the hillside. Somewhere on the way down, you must've hit your head, 'cause you felt the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The moment your skin came into contact of the cold water, everything went blurry. The weight of your body pulled you underwater, but you were like paralyzed, couldn't move and at some point, everything went black.

You were going to die. Right here, right now - that had been your last thought. But then you heard a faint voice, calling out your name again and again. Then you heard the dull sound of water splashing around you. No ten seconds later, you could've sworn you felt how two strong arms wrapped themselves around your body and pulled you through the water, up to the surface and out of the death trap. "Y/N!" Once again you heard the voice, but it was still far away. "Y/N!" Then, two hands on your shoulders, shaking you. The voice got clearer and clearer. "Y/N! Wake up!" A hand skidded down to cup your cheek and lift your head gently. That seemed to do the trick. As if stung by an adder, you sat up, ripping open your eyes and coughing, spilling out the water, which had tried to drown you. Your hands tried to find something to hold onto - what they did. A broad shoulder. When you regained your full consciousness again, you looked up - straight in the oceanic blue eyes of James. He had a worried look upon his face, which faded into a small smile, when he noticed you were fully back again. He was sitting beside you, when you immediately felt his hands on your waist, steadying you. Before you could think about what you were doing, you launched forwards and hugged him. It took the Captain a second to realise and to wrap his arms securely around you as well. You took deep breaths, relishing in the fact that you were still alive. "T-Thank you." Only then you noticed, that he was soaking wet. He must've jumped after you and saved you. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You felt the tracker shaking his head. "It's fine." He stated and paused for a second, retreating from the hug. "Are you alright?" James scanned your body, looking for any injuries. "I-I don't know... My head hurts a bit and I-I think I twisted my ankle." You said, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. "Okay." James said, getting on his knees. "Can you stand up?" You tried to get up, but couldn't. You shook your head. "N-No, I, ahh!" "Alright, come on." James wrapped his arm around your back and helped you stand up. You tried to stand on the injured foot, but it was impossible. The man's hands flew up to steady you again immediately. "Lean on me, I'll help you walk." You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. You certainly didn't want that to happen. You didn't want to become a burden for the group. Not when you all were already in this shitty situation, stuck on a lethal island. Slowly, the two of you walked along the shore. "W-Where are the others?" "I told them to set up a camp, about a mile southern from this lake. It's getting dark soon. We need to rest. Especially you."

It took you a while to reach the camp, giving the state you were in. But when you reached your destination, you were relieved. Everybody was immediately at your side, asking you how you were. You appreciated the kind gestures. James guided you to sit against the trunk of a fallen tree. "I'll have a look on your ankle, yes?" "Okay." You said, nodding and trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, when James's hands worked on shoving up your cargo pants and taking off your boots and sock. His warm, delicate fingers came into contact with your skin. He gently ran them over your injured ankle, examining the damage and causing you to shiver and to suppress a moan. He moved your ankle, turning your suppressed moan into a small scream of pain. "Sorry." James apologised immediately. "I think it's not broken, but definitely twisted." Then he looked around the camp. "Has somebody a rag, cloth or something similar?" Slivko was immediately at his side, handing him a dark blue cloth. James drenched it in cold water from his water bottle and wrapped it carefully around your ankle. You hissed at the sudden coldness. "Keeps the swelling down." "Thank you." You said again, blushing, when he gave you another small smile. "Of course. Rest now." You nodded and tried to make yourself comfortable. James stood up and turned his back, walked away to talk to Mason and Slivko. You tried to sleep, were already on the verge of dozing off, when the Captain thwarted your plans and relighted the thirsting flame inside of you again. You couldn't control your body and mind sometimes, could you? It was the Captain's fault after all. Not yours. How dare he took off his t-shirt, because it was still soaking wet, to dry it beside the campfire... You didn't ask him to do this, did you? Anyway, you had now even more to look at and drool over. His muscular back. The clearly visible abs and broad chest. Or the fine hair, which curled itself so perfectly over the expanse of his pecs. Yes... One thing was certain. If the island, its creatures or your own clumsiness wasn't going to kill you, then definitely James and his fucking good looks.

#captain james conrad #james conrad x reader #james conrad x fem!reader #james conrad x you #james conrad x y/n #captain james conrad x reader #captain james conrad x fem!reader #kong skull island

[imgeekgirlfan]

Renegada♱

Taglist: @707otto @juxt4p0siti0n @arcticversed (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply )

Pairings:  Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader(Latina Reader) x Walt Breslin  [From Narcos: Mexico TV Series]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Synopsis : The drug war in Mexico has been deteriorating steadily ever since Amado disappeared without a trace. How will Walt cope when he loses you, and his nightmares that continue to haunt him haven't faded away?

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𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙖♱ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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[7]ᅳ 𝐓𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐬 ✟

Things in Mexico have been continuously worsening ever since Amado Carrillo Fuentes disappeared without a trace. And some members of the Arellano family were captured, under the collaboration of the DEA and PJF. 

The relationship between the Mexican drug cartels and American officials there has always been extremely complex. Undoubtedly, they detest each other deeply, but they can't confront each other directly due to legal constraints and the relationship between the two countries. It's like playing a cat-and-mouse game where neither side ever crosses the line seriously. Until the drug war intensifies, with Walt's actions being part of these outcomes.

The arrest and ill treatment of Ramón Arellano Félix's close friend are no different from a slap in their face. The Arellano family wants revenge on everyone involved and wants their voices loud enough for America to hear. That's why the number of missing and deceased police officers associated with the drug trade has intentionally risen. Each case always sends a direct message to the DEA—just like the recent incident that happened today.

The local roadside restaurant in the early morning seemed busier than ever, surrounded by several police officers, including a group of journalists standing off-camera, cordoned off from the incident area. Walt had to spend a considerable amount of time maneuvering through the crowd and avoiding nosy reporters until he finally reached the scene of the incident. He took a deep breath and removed his sunglasses, displaying his badge to the officers there for verification before being allowed to pass.

As he bent down to pass under the police tape and was about to step inside, there were still voices of disappointed questions from the chasing journalists behind him that never seemed to stop. However, there was one sentence that made the man stop abruptly for a moment.

"Do you think America bears responsibility for the recent deaths and disappearances of Mexican police officers?

Walt couldn't resist turning back, and he encountered a young Mexican woman standing closest to him. She was wearing a wrinkled khaki shirt paired with old jeans. Her messy hair was loosely tied into a ponytail, with acne scattered across her face. Her dark eyes, hidden beneath thick-framed glasses, looked weary and exhausted, as if she had just slept for a few hours before hastily showing up here, holding an old recorder in her hand.

"Who are you?" Walt asked, although he could already tell from the press badge hanging around her neck that clearly stated her status.

"Teresa, from La Gente newspaper," the young woman responded eagerly, catching her breath as she gained attention from this man. "As I asked before, what are your thoughts on this?"

"You seem to know quite a lot, isn't it?" Walt retorted.

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling challengingly. "Well, I am a journalist. I always find out some information one way or another."

Walt didn't hate journalists as much as most American officials did, but he certainly didn't favor them much either, especially the relentless type like Teresa, who would crash into anything just to get a story. It wasn't hard for the DEA to figure out who she was with just a quick glance, especially when she wasn't the first journalist he'd dealt with before.

"We're doing our best to eradicate the drug trafficking groups, and those responsible are them, not us."

That was the first and only answer he gave to the journalist, just like the answer he constantly told himself every day for every violent event that happened in Mexico and for everything that happened to those close to him.

Walt stepped cautiously through the shattered glass scattered across the floor of the restaurant. A cigarette unlit hung from his lips. His sharp eyes fixed on the body of a police officer sprawled on a table inside the eatery. The traces of dozens of bullets and dried blood were embedded deeply into the fresh yellow paint of the chairs and even onto the cement floor. It was another momentary pause for the DEA agent when he recognized the face of the deceased officer, who had once been suspected of secretly taking money from drug traffickers.

It seemed that all drug lords wouldn't be too pleased with the two-faced cop anymore.

Walt pondered. As he slowly shifted his gaze upwards from the corpse to the wall above, he came across some words written in blood on the wall: 'Pobre México! Tan lejos de Dios y tan cerca de los Estados Unidos[1]'.

"Quite the warm welcome from the Mexicans, isn't it?"

Walt glanced towards Julio, standing beside him. who stood with his arms crossed. His gaze shifted to the lifeless body of the unfortunate officer. before turning to look at Walt with a rather ambiguous smile.

"These damned criminals are getting closer to us every time," a high-ranking officer said, raising his hand and stroking his mustache with a contemplative look. "Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if one day I might end up like this too."

"It's just the corrupt cops that were killed." Walt's tone was flat, as if he didn't feel any sympathy for the dead bodies lying in front of him. "If you're not corrupt, there's nothing to fear."

Julio's smile slightly faded. He looked at the DEA agent with a piercing gaze.

"You overestimate those scum a bit too much. Do you think they really give a shit about cops who take bribes from them? What they care about is who to keep and who to eliminate."

Julio paused for a moment, intentionally letting Walt ponder on his own. And Walt knew which group he belonged to—the ones that needed to be eliminated.

"We all know how this will end, don't we? You have just as much a chance of ending up a corpse as I do."

Julio gently squeezed Walt shoulder before walking away quietly. He left those words buried deep in Walt's thoughts. Walt wasn't sure whether Julio was speaking the truth or warning him.

When the DEA agent's gaze returned to the body of the policeman on the dining table once more, he couldn't help but ponder the possibility that Julio mentioned. There is a possibility that he might end up dead right there instead of being an empty shell of another person. Another casualty in the drug war, of which he was partly the cause.

That night, Walt drifted into a restless sleep, dreaming of what he had witnessed earlier that day. The image of the dead policeman shot in the restaurant was vivid; every detail was clear and unaltered. The lifeless, wide-open-glazed eyes, bullet holes, and blood scattered all over the body. But the one thing that was different was the face of the deceased man, replaced by yours.

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Death shouldn't feel this painful.

The excruciating pain that surged with even the slightest movement made you instantly aware of how lucky you were to still be breathing until now.

Where am I?

You groaned as the pain struck again. Your entire body trembled with alarm and confusion. You wanted to open your eyes, but your eyelids felt too heavy. You have a headache so intense that you can't do anything but lie still on the narrow, musty-smelling bed, feeling like you are sinking into dark, silent water with nothing in sight.

At that moment, someone firmly grasped your arm, whispering gently, "Stay calm." You began to relax a bit, regaining consciousness for a moment before finally managing to open your eyes. The image in front of you was initially blurry, but with each blink, things became clearer.

The first thing you saw was Amado's face. He stood beside the bed, his hand still holding onto your arm as if not wanting you to move more. 

"Are you alright? Can you talk?"

You tried to respond to him, but your throat was too dry to make any sound. Amado then handed you a glass of water and helped support your head so you could drink more easily. You drank the water quickly and took deep breaths, trying to comprehend what was happening.

The shock hadn't faded. It intensified as you looked around and realized you were in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't an apartment in Mexico, a small house in Texas, or even a hospital. Instead, it was just a small bedroom in an old wooden house, perched on a mountain overlooking a distant sea from the window. You furrowed your brow slightly before remembering that you were still somewhere on Aruba Island. 

The events prior played back scene by scene in your mind. The assassins, the gunfire, the blood, and the sharp pain in your abdomen from being shot—all vividly clear up to this moment. Your heart raced irregularly, still swirling with the last memories before losing consciousness. Memories that bordered on the brink of death

But you're not dead. You're safe and alive.

The fragments of fear you were trying to hide were exposed during your weakest moments. You raised your hand to cover your face, letting tears silently flow without a sound of sobbing. You felt relieved that you were safe but also saddened that you hadn't died.

Your fake name was called out again, accompanied by the man's hand placed on your head—a gentle touch that made you feel slightly better. "We're okay now. Don't be scared," Amado said firmly. Finally, your mind calmed down. You wiped away the warm tears, feeling slightly embarrassed for inadvertently crying in front of him.

"What happened?" you managed to ask, even though it sounded drier than usual. You paused slightly, realizing your question sounded a bit too much like that of a cop. But Amado didn't seem to notice your oddity. He maintained his composure, except that his smile no longer seemed annoying, replaced by exhaustion.

"We've managed to survive, at least for now. But I don't know if there are more of them outside. We need to hide until my people get here," he said directly, his eyes showing a hint of anxiety. "I can't take you to the hospital; it's too dangerous. Luckily, I could provide basic first aid."

"And you weren't injured, right?" It was merely a curiosity tinged with a tiny bit of concern that prompted you to ask that.

His face looked genuinely surprised upon hearing this, but then he broke into a small, amused laugh. "You should worry about yourself, Mija. Do you realize how foolish you are to take that bullet for me?"

You locked eyes with him "Then you're just as foolish for not leaving me behind."

Once again, a CIA agent took a risk with something that seemed impossible.

If you were just an ordinary whore for Amado, you'd likely be lying dead on the streets like anyone else by now. There's no reason someone like him would take a risk to save you unless the misattribution of arousal theory[2] had worked. The serendipity of being together in dangerous situations, coupled with your naive sacrifice, might have endeared you to Amado more than you had anticipated. And his fondness could prove immensely beneficial for you.

Even though your mission may be considered a failure, you're still alive, and as long as you're breathing, there's always a chance. Right now, Amado Carrillo Fuentes is your only chance—a chance to survive this island. But it's also a chance to plunge yourself into more danger, and there's no guarantee you'll be this lucky again.

Both Amado and you know this well.

"Are you not regretting saving me?" Amado asked.

"No," you answered with a voice that tried to be sincere, but deep down, you weren't entirely sure if what you said came from pretense or genuine feelings. "If I could turn back time, I'd probably still do the same thing, though I might choose something smarter."

Amado leaned in closer than before. With one hand, he cupped your pale cheek, tracing his fingers along your jawline slowly. Contemplative, cautious, and concerned—that's what you saw in his eyes. It reminded you of what you once saw in Walt's eyes.

You blinked again. This time, the face of Walt in front of you reverted back to the original Amado. Silence lingered long enough for him to decide to kiss you. It was just a light press of lips against yours, trailing to both cheeks and finally the forehead. 

"Don't feel regret later" he says.

It's dangerous. Your conscience repeated the warning as you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug into the flesh of your palm.

The elusive smile on his face made your heart race. It felt like you were standing on the edge of a high cliff, teetering on whether to plunge into the unknown darkness below.

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[1] "Poor Mexico, So Far From God, So Close to the United States." (Pobre México, Tan lejos de Dios y tan cerca de los Estados Unidos) This sentence, attributed to Porfirio Diaz, the Mexican dictator in the 19th century, illustrates the tumultuous history between the United States and Mexico, which has spanned for centuries.

[2]The Misattribution Of Arousal Theory It is a psychological study by Dr. Donald Dutton and Dr. Arthur Aron that shows how humans can fall in love when placed in stressful situations. This is because when feelings of excitement and fear occur, there is a hormonal response of adrenaline that makes individuals feel love towards someone nearby or someone who extends a helping hand.

#narcos: mexico #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos mexico netflix #narcos x reader #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo fuentes x you #narcos fic #narcos mexico fanfic #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos: mexico tv series #walt breslin #walt breslin x you #walt breslin x reader #jose maria yazpik #scoot mcnairy #Renegada♱

[luminalunii97]

Can I be happy for 5 minutes without the regime's lobbyists fuckin it up?!!! apparently not! I watched the Time video yesterday and then went to Instagram to see a lot of posts like this. I realized I haven't read the article which unlike the video was filled with misinformation. Halfway through it takes a wild turn into lying. I knew I shouldn't have trusted Time. Seriously, you almost did it but then you didn't.

This is the nth time a misleading or misinformative article is published in western Media. This is how the regime manipulated west for so long. I remember years ago, when Iranian feminists tried to talk about all the sexist misogynistic ways of the islamic republic, people like Azadeh Moaveni were there to shut them up with sophistry and fallacy. Claiming wild lies like "it's our culture". Misogyny is no one's culture. It's a cancer. And when women try to fight it you should stand with them not against them.

This is Hoda Katebi, a NIAC member. She has posed as such a good poor Muslim woman of color in west for so long. No one dared to criticize her because they'd get an islamophobe label fast if they challenged her. Look how unashamedly she lies here. How she defends the mandatory hijab and undermine the violence Iranian women deal with everyday in Iran. She's wearing clothes that are NOT considered a proper hijab in Iran. Back then the hijab rule was if not more, as strict as today. You've seen Mahsa Amini clothes when she was arrested. Her style was more modest that what Hoda is wearing here and is claiming "not tempting for lashing". But even if she wasn't unabashedly lying, that's not the fucking point. If only a certain group of women are safe in Iran, aka hijabi women, it's discrimination and IT'S NOT OK.

People like Hoda and Azadeh have tried to show a mellow image of the regime for years in west. Showing pictures of women with loose hijab to west to say "see this is how women dress in Iran and no one bothers them". While in reality even if some women dressed like that, they were doing something illegal, and were in danger of getting arrested and punished. I hope you've seen the morality police brutality videos that ended up getting so out of hand it caused a young woman's death. In reality I had to check "Gershad" app on my phone everytime I wanted to leave my house even though my clothes have always been a lot more modest that what Hoda has shown in her pictures of Iran. (Gershad is an app that was developed by people for people. It's a map where you can report anywhere you see a morality police car so that others can avoid them. It wasn't always 100% accurate, but it helped!)

In another blood boiling bullshiting by her, she suggested the way to help iran is to disband sanctions and "don't worry because NIAC is on it"! Because that makes sense! How can we stop a regime that's murdering women and children and violates every human rights ever?! By giving them financial and political power!!!!! So that they can violate human rights better and with less worry!

Farnaz Fassihi is another NIAC member who tried to convince USA to lift the sanctions by writing that notoriously misleading "out of reach dreams" article in new york times. And I just realized her co-writer, Vivian Yee was the journalist who wrote the other misleading article about morality police getting abolished.

In case you don't know what NIAC is, it stands for National Iranian American Council. It's a council that unofficially aids the islamic republic regime to push their propaganda in USA and west. Their number one priority is to fight anything that could lead to a regime change. Therefore they try their best to convince west that Iranians are only protesting for reform. Meanwhile we're screaming revolution here.

NIAC influence needs to be restricted in US so that Iranian people and activists can raise their voices. But we've seen the opposite of that happening. They get invited to various interviews and conferences and they have journalists in famous publications like new york times. Please share the word to help stop their reign.

Ps, most iranians are pro sanctions at the moment at least because we're trying to break the regime financially, therefore the calls for national strikes. Anyone with a little common sense would understand that sanctions help the cause now. Other than that, sanctions sound sinister because they've made people poor. But almost all of them directly targets IRGC, the terrorist organization that kills people in iran and in middle east, while using their share of profits in almost every industry in Iran. They're killing people with rubble bullets! Do you think with lifting sanctions they'd use money, power and nuclear energy for humanitarian causes?!

#Youtube #iran #iran protests #iran revolution #politics #human rights #mahsa amini #help iran #iranian #iran news #women's rights #muslim women #middle east politics #middle east matters too #feminism #misogyny #islamic republic vs iran #don't trust ny times #ny times #how do people sell their souls like this #women against women #twitter #tumblr #news #democrats #republicans #us politics #police brutality #morality police #human rights violation

[yournightowl]

Your NightOwl #041

Got invited to a protest today. i wasnt able to go, sadly, because i had a prior engagement- which i could've easily gotten out of.

But i didn't

Because i'm scared.

It's a good cause, obviously, organizing against the constant simmering fighting in the tropics. Making people pay attention to where the rare earth metals in their phones and cars and androids are coming from, making megs and politicians acknowledge the blood on their hands. Hell, everyone should be out there, marching and yelling and refusing to stay quiet.

But you don't get to show up, voice your opinion, breath a sigh of contentment and then go home.(￣ε￣＠)

What you say online can follow you for a long time,

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but what you speak up against in person follows you for life.

There are cameras everywhere. Everywhere.

Traffic stops, security systems, androids and robots and advertisements watching where you go and what your eyes look at. Not to mention the cameras we're all carrying around in our pockets every waking moment of every day. Any one of those frames, just ripe for f-rec to scrape from.

i saw it myself last month- a boy got pulled out of history class because the police wanted to talk to him. Apparently, they gave him crap about breaking curfew, or not having a permit, or someone at the event was smoking something near where his underage nose could smell, or whatever-

But the important part is, they were ready to charge him.

If we were a different school, in a different part of the city, with families that operated in a different tax bracket

He could've been arrested.

As it is, his parents paid a fine and it went away, but its not like he went unpunished. Everyone can tell, since he's changed so much afterwards. Very "focused on his schoolwork". Very apolitical. Whatever they did to him, you can bet it was a lot worse than a spanking.

See there's no chance his family cared about the money. i mean, i can't even imagine how big a fine would need to be for them to take notice. But the rich and powerful hate nothing more than they hate being embarrassed in front of the competition- ୧((#Φ益Φ#))୨ which is everyone, around here.

Because the real elites- the truly, obscenely wealthy? The ideal that they're all aiming for?

Those kinds of people never pay for anything.

i write all of this in part to educate you, but mostly to give a longwinded excuse for my own cowardice.

It's all bull.

There are kids with one percent of what i've got that've got a thousand times more guts- And none of them are out here pretending to be something they're not- hiding on the oldnet, playing at journalistic integrity.

The next time i get invited, i should go. o(TヘTo)

Easier said than done. There may never be a next time.

No one ever asks a coward for help twice (╯︵╰,)

on the sidelines again, your nightowl

#unfiction

[jaytoons7]

Y'know how when I drew this I said Hazel didn't know Jay was Toppat yet? Here's her figuring out! This is my longest fic yet I worked all morning on it

Notes: Takes place between FtC and CtM. Reginald's currently arrested and RHM's in a coma, Making Sven the current leader. The rocket hasn't been launched yet, But it's nearing its final stages.

Warnings: Gun violence, Gun injury, It's implied that a bunch of government soldiers were killed, Kinda open ending (Might eventually write a continuation though)

“After the disappearance of the Tunisian Diamond a year ago, The museum owners are finally ready to reveal their newest exhibit.” The news lady, Alice Hamilton spoke. “Archaeologists recently found a large topaz in a once forgotten Egyptian tomb. With it’s supposed age and the great condition it was found in, It’s said to be worth nearly 1 billion dollars-”

“HOLY SHIT!!” Jay was sitting in a dorm room eating a snack while watching this news story. He choked on their food and nearly fell off the bed, With Spot running over to make sure he was okay.”

Jay managed to swallow their food and looked over at their dog. “A billion dollars!? Are they serious!?” Spot only wagged his tail in response. “I need to get a better look at this! Maybe I can come up with a heist once I scope out the area. But how am I gonna get closer? The exhibit won’t be officially open for a while-”

Suddenly, Hazel excitedly came into the dorm. “Jay-Jay! I have the most exciting news ever!” Jay looked over at his girlfriend with a smile. “Really? Go on, Tell me!” “Well, Y’know how I wanted to someday cover a big news story?” She began bouncing in place. “Well, The Museum of Natural History and Culture called the news publishers I work with and asked for a private news story about the Egyptian Topaz, And they recommended me for the job!”

Jay ran over and hugged Hazel. “Oh my god, That’s amazing Juni! I’m so happy for you!” Hazel spun around in happiness while still holding Jay, Both now laughing. “They want me to go to the museum tomorrow for an interview with the museum owners.” She then blushed a bit. “So I was wondering, Would you like to come with me? We’ve both been really busy lately and I think it’d be fun to have a day where it’s just the two of us, Kinda like a date.”

Jay perked up at that. Not only would they be able to spend the day with Hazel, But he’d also be able to scope out the new exhibit. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Hazel kissed Jay’s cheek a few times. “Thank you! Thank you! You’ve just made tomorrow the best day ever!”

Early that next morning, While Hazel was still asleep, Jay called Sven and made him aware that he would be scoping out the topaz exhibit with the hopes of being able to plan a future heist afterwards. Then they got ready for their day out.

Jay and Hazel soon went into the museum, Pointing out a few motorcycles that drove by. The two then went into the in progress Egyptian artifact exhibit, With the topaz being center stage. “Whoa…” Jay looked at it in awe. “It’s even more wonderful up close!” Hazel spoke before taking a picture. “It’s amazing how thousands of years haven’t affected its beauty!”

“I see you’re impressed too.” One of the museum owners walked over to them. “You must be Hazel Juniper, Our journalist for the day.” Hazel went over and shook his hand. “Right sir! I’m gonna be performing some interviews today, If that’s alright with you.” “Of course! I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.” The owner smiled.

Hazel pulled out her signature notepad and began asking questions, Which the owner happily answered. Jay scoped out the exhibit room for about half an hour until he heard a sound. “Psst…” They looked over and saw Scottie outside of the exhibit room. Jay made sure Hazel and the owner weren’t paying attention before going over to them. “What’s up?”

“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.” Scottie whispered. “It’s urgent.” Jay looked back at Hazel before reluctantly nodding in agreement. “Alright. I hope this is important…”

Jay went back over to Hazel. “Hey, I’m gonna go look around the gift shop.” “Oh, Go right ahead. I’ll meet you there after I’m done.” Jay left as Hazel asked her last question. “So, Are you worried about criminals like the Toppat Clan stealing this topaz? It’s only been a year since the Tunisain Diamond was stolen.” She noticed a shift in the owner’s expression.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that.” He waved the question off. “The security will be doubled by the time the exhibit is ready to open. Nobody will be stealing it.” Hazel wrote down some notes before glancing over at the restroom door and freezing.

She saw Scottie looking around before seeing her. They glared, Pointing two fingers at their eyes, Pointed them at her, and went into the restroom. Hazel remembered her last encounter with Scottie, Learning their role in the Toppat clan. She quickly cleared her throat and faced the museum owner again.

“Well, I think that’s all the questions I have for today. Thank you for your time.” “It was absolutely no problem.” The owner shook her hand. “And if you need me for any reason at all, Don’t be afraid to visit my office.” Hazel smiled and waved as he went back towards his office.

Once he left, She quickly put her notepad in her jacket and tightened her ponytail. “Sorry Jay… I’m afraid the gift shop will have to wait.” She went behind the topaz and crouched down, Effectively hiding herself. The Toppats were up to something, And she was gonna figure out what.

When Scottie entered the bathroom, They were surprised to already see Jay in there. “Huh, You’re a minute early.” “I didn’t wanna seem suspicious.” Jay explained. “Now what exactly did you want? I was spending time with my girlfriend.” “Y’know how you were hoping to plan a future heist after scoping the exhibit out? Well, That heist is gonna have to be now.”

“W-What!? But why!?” “Turns out the Cycle Punks already beat us here.” Scottie explained. “If we don’t get this topaz out now, They’re gonna get their grubby hands on it.” “But I can’t plan a heist on such short notice-” Jay began before Scottie interrupted. “Some other Toppats already came up with what to do on the outside. We just need confirmation on what to do once we get into the exhibit room.”

Jay thought for a second. “The topaz is guarded by plexiglass, So shattering it is out of the question. But if you can somehow bypass that, There’s an easy escape using the fire exit in the former Tunisian artifact exhibit room next door.” 

“Perfect.” Scottie pulled out a communication device and spoke into it. “Make sure the security footage is hacked. Send Ulle in to deal with the guards. And make sure those Punks don’t even think about coming in!” They then hung up. “Now what?” Jay asked. “Now.” Scottie hummed. “We wait.”

Outside of the museum, Ulle stood at the entrance in casual clothing. She cleared her throat before walking in. “Hello ma’am.” A guard greeted her. “Is there any specific exhibit you’re interested in today?” “Oh! I was hoping to see the Egyptian artifact exhibit.” She answered with a smile. “We’re terribly sorry. But that exhibit won’t be open until next month. Perhaps we could show you some of our other fine exhibits?”

Ulle’s smile got toothier. “Actually, I’d like to sing a little song for you guys~”

Back in the restroom, Jay and Scottie waited patiently. After a few minutes, Ulle busted into the bathroom, Holding some trash bags. “I took care of the guards for you guys!” Jay looked at the bags in disgust. “Are they…” “Hm?” She looked at the bags she was holding and giggled. “Oh no no no! That would’ve been way too messy! I just sang them a little lullaby, Poor guys fell right asleep! The bags are for our clothes and weapons.”

She put the bags on the ground. Jay and Scottie looked in them and saw that their clothes and weapons were indeed in there. “Topbot and Burt should be taking care of the footage as we speak.” She hummed. “And the Cycle Punks are nowhere to be seen.” “Then that makes our job easier.” Scottie pulled a butcher knife from their bag. Jay just sighed, How was he gonna explain to Hazel where he ran off to..?

Speaking of Hazel, She was still hiding behind the topaz. She was beginning to get anxious, When were the Toppats gonna strike. As if on cue, Three people wearing top hats entered. Hazel quietly peeked out. 

“Hey, Didn’t you say you were here with your girlfriend?” The one wearing a music note top hat asked. “Yeah, I saw her earlier.” The one wearing a chef hat/top hat combo muttered. “Where did she go?” “She probably just went to the gift shop.” The one wearing a purple top hat answered. “Don’t worry about her, Okay? She won’t get in the way.”

Hazel got a closer look at the one wearing the purple top hat and seemed to recognise them.

“Jay..!?”

As quickly as Hazel said that, A knife was thrown in her direction. She quickly avoided it, Causing it to hit the nearby wall. “I told you to never get involved with Toppat business again Juniper.” Scottie walked over and practically yanked her out of her hiding spot. “But you just couldn’t listen could you?”

“Hey, Leave her alone-” Jay then saw Hazel looking directly at him and froze. They couldn’t read her expression. Was it anger, shock, betrayal? He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, Unable to move, Unable to say anything.

Finally, Hazel was the first one to speak. “You’re… You’re a Toppat..?” Her voice threatened to break then and there. “H-How-”

And as if things couldn’t get any “better”, A sudden explosion blew a hole in the wall nearby. The group turned and saw three Cycle Punks enter through the hole

“We could’ve just walked in the fire exit y’know…” Erin muttered. “The explosion was more fun.” Punkhauser shrugged. “Nevermind that.” Tara huffed. “Let’s just grab the topaz before those Toppats-” She saw the small group already there. “Well… This is awkward…”

“When did you guys get here!?” Ulle gasped. “About two hours ago.” Erin shrugged. “Which means we were here first! That topaz is ours!” “Over our dead bodies!” Scottie growled before pulling out two butcher knives. “We did not come up with a heist on the spot just for you punks to ruin shit!”

Ulle and Scottie began arguing with the Cycle Punks (With Jay still too shocked to move and Hazel trying to get answers) and it was clear that a battle was about to start.

“FREEZE!!” The two groups froze hearing the sudden loud voice. A bunch of government soldiers busted into the room. “Attention all Toppats and Cycle Punks! You’re under arrest for the attempted robbery of the Egyptian Topaz!"

Tara and Scottie glanced at each other. “Temporary truce?” Tara asked. “Temporary truce.” Scottie nodded in agreement. Scottie pulled out their pepper grinder and Tara turned on the gauntlets on her hands, Which glowed pink. The two began attacking the soldiers, With both groups following suit.

Hazel quickly realized that she was in way over her head. So she grabbed Jay and hid back behind the topaz’s stand. Jay got over the shock of what just happened, But they began to hyperventilate. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! None of this was supposed to happen! I wanted to tell you, But I didn’t want you to be in danger and-”

Hazel carefully held Jay’s hands. “Hey hey, Take some deep breaths.” She guided Jay through some deep breathing. “Can you listen to me Jay?” Jay nodded, Tears falling down his face. “Alright. We can worry about all that later, Okay? Right now, We need to focus on getting out of here.” Hazel leaned Jay against her and began carefully walking towards the room’s exit.

Meanwhile, Ulle was using her Meteor Shower attack on several soldiers while Scottie shot at them with their pepper grinder. Tara was punching a few soldiers with her gauntlets before looking over at Scottie. “Hey, You’re doing pretty good!” Scottie blushed at the compliment. “Uh, Thanks. You’re doing good too.”

Out of the corner of their eye, They saw a bullet firing straight towards Tara. “LOOK OUT!!” Scottie ran right in front of her, Causing the bullet to hit their side, Falling onto the ground unconscious. “SCOTTIE!” Tara punched the soldier who fired at them before kneeling down to inspect the wound. “O-Oh god! Scottie, Please! You’ve gotta wake up!” She also looked over at Erin and Punkhauser, Who were beginning to struggle. “No no… This is really bad..!”

Ulle’s voice was beginning to strain from her attacks. Suddenly, A soldier hit her against a wall, Causing her head to bleed. “End of the line Toppat!” Ulle tried to sing, But her voice had died out from the usage. She shook as she realized she was completely cornered.

Jay and Hazel were almost at the exit when they were suddenly stopped by some soldiers. “Ma’am, We’re gonna need you to step away from that Toppat so we can take them into custody.” Hazel wrapped her arms around Jay. “You ain’t taking him anywhere!”

Jay looked around at the battle going on around them, Seeing that his friends were hurt, Seeing Hazel arguing with the soldiers. His head began to hurt, He couldn’t take it anymore.

Their eyes suddenly glowed blue. An explosion of fire escaped him, Causing both Hazel and the soldiers to be knocked back. The blue fox came out, Which Hazel looked at in awe. The fox threw the soldiers to the side before running towards the battle.

The fox was completely relentless. It first disposed of the soldiers attacking Erin and Punkhauser. It then jumped in front of Ulle and roared at the soldiers attacking her, Scaring them off. Finally, It breathed fire at the group of soldiers coming towards Scottie and Tara. Any remaining soldiers retreated, Not wanting to fight this terrifying new threat.

It was like watching a trainwreck, Hazel couldn’t look away from the chaos the blue fox was causing. She finally glanced over at Jay, Who was standing with an emotionless expression. She quickly stood up and ran over to them. “Jay! Are you alright!?” Jay didn’t answer, He kept the same expression with tears streaming down their face.

“J-Jay? C’mon, Snap out of it!” Tears fell down her face. Jay looked over at her, Voice echoing. “Hazel..?” His eyes stopped glowing and he nearly fell over. Hazel caught them and realized they fell unconscious. The blue fox disappeared shortly afterwards.

Tara and Ulle quickly leaned Scottie against them, Walking them towards where Jay and Hazel were. Erin and Punkhauser followed after. “Hazel, Are you okay?” Tara asked. “Y-Yeah I- Wait, You’re a Cycle Punk!?” Tara nervously laughed. “Y-yeah… Sorry…” “Nevermind, We can talk about that once we get back to our dorm! Right now, Jay passed out and Scottie got shot!” 

“Ulle’s voice is completely fried too..” Tara added. “And that’s not even mentioning Erin and Punkhauser’s injuries…” “Hey, We’re fine!” Punkhauser insisted before wincing in pain. “Yeah… Completely fine…” Erin sarcastically replied.

Before the two girls could figure out what to do, A few Toppats suddenly entered the room, Sven being one of them. “What on earth-” He saw the completely destroyed room and injured people. “Herregud…”

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #jay benson #hazel juniper #scottie anderson #tara sammson #ulle meadows #erin houston #punkhauser #sven svensson #jay writes

[purposefully-lost]

From a transcript of Drew Reimes' podcast By the Day, interviewing Alexander Prescott:

D: So, after all of that, I have one more question for you. Why now?

A: Why now?

D: The book. It's been 20 years, almost to the day, since Jonathan died. You could've told the truth 20 years ago, or-

A: I would've been arrested 20 years ago.

D: Or you could've carried it to the grave. Gone down in history as the man who killed Jack Rabbit. You were an inspiration for a long time, you know. The victim who killed his killer.

A: I wasn't the first. Or the last.

D: Certainly not, but one of the most notorious. So why tell this story right now, when it would ruin your reputation and drag you back into the spotlight? That's a big question on everyone's minds, I think.

There's a long pause, broken only by Alex clearing his throat.

A: I don't think you're gonna like the answer.

D: I haven't liked any of your answers.

Alex laughs abruptly at that.

A: I guess.. I could lie to you, and say that I had good intentions in telling this story now. I could tell you that I- I wanted to humanize him because no good can come from forgetting that bad people are still human, right? Is that what you'd want to hear?

D: Ideally, but that's not what you're going to say.

A: No, it isn't.

He pauses again.

A: I wrote that book because... I don't know. I think in some way I just wrote it for him, and only him. ..You have to understand, Jack died when he was 31 years old. That's young, but that's also three decades. Three decades of his life, and I don't know that anyone ever loved him before I did.

D: There might've been someone.

A: There wasn't. He would've told me about them. And yet for the one year that I knew him.. I didn't tell him. I sure as hell don't think I showed him. So that's what the book is.

D: A love letter?

A: As much it can be.

D: That still doesn't answer the question. Why wait so long to write it?

A: For 20 years, the world's most exploitative journalists and documentarians and true crime TV shows have pulled apart Jack's life. They've invaded all of it, they've ripped up his cabin, they've broken into his childhood home and exposed every part of the records on his crime. And yet they still didn't have the facts right. Someone told me once, just a few years ago, that they'd recently learned of an obscure detail about the case. A dead bunny had been at the original crime scene, they said, right there with all the Bakers. Is it any wonder, then? Jack started like they all do, he tortured animals. And everyone pats themselves on the back for figuring it out, for digging into the psyche of Jonathan Stone. It's such bullshit.

A: Jack was a good kid. I firmly believe that. Even as an adult, with everything in his head all fucked up, he loved animals. He loved music. He was out there all alone for half of his life, with all his missing pieces, and he built a home he loved. He took care of it, he kept himself clean. There was a good man in there somewhere.

D: Some would think that's an awful thing to say.

A: Is it? Jack wasn't an inherently bad man. What happened, what he did, didn't start with him. I was tired of the narrative getting twisted and I was tired of being seen as some kind of strong, relentless survivor because I'd killed the man I loved. I shot Jack as a mercy. It's the biggest regret of my life. I was ready for someone, anyone else, to see the person I knew. I can't give Jack the love he'd needed for his whole life. But I can clear up the facts, at least. I owe him so much more than that.

Another long pause.

D: Well, I think that's all I've got time for. Thank you for coming on the show, Alex. It's been a very interesting discussion. Honestly, I might be interested in having you back sometime.

A: Maybe. Thanks for having me.

#drabble #alex prescott #hunted // rabbit #ANYWAY... #prey animal

[waremyth]

Marinette Kent(prob cringy)

(so Marinette is not from krypton, but she is a dormant meta, she was abused by the Dupin Chéngs since she was small when she went on a trip to metropolis with her class she met Jon Kent on that trip the two got along well together, and acted like they were siblings, Clark and Lois saw this and were happy that the two got along but after the 3 weeks were up they were upset she was leaving so they swapped phone number, one day they did a video call and noticed bruises on her and were worried she said it was just some bullies,  after a few more weeks they got the truth out because she was showing up with bruises, cuts, black eyes, they were pissed and arrested her parents for child abuse, after that the Kents adopted her and later on found out she was a meta(her powers are like ivy's but more powerful), Jon introduced Mari to Damien and they hit it off, after about 4 months they started dating, a month after that she met Bruce and his siblings, oh and she already knew about there hero identities, she decided to go and continue school in Paris, after Lila came she started getting bullied for pointing out her lies, they just called her names till the 3 year they started to get physical, Damien had started to realize make up covering some spots so him and the bats hacked into the schools cameras and Kent was there to they found out that she was being bullied(also Chloe's nice now))

Marinette P.O.V. 

i was in the back of the class talking to Chloe as she was doing a case I presume, then the door had sung open getting everyone's attention, when I looked up I saw non other than my brother Jon at the door looking worried.

"Mari!" Jon yelled

"Jon, what's wrong?" I asked in a worried tone, as soon as I said that I heard another person running.

"Angel, why didn't you tell us you were getting bullied!?" Damien said, also looking worried.

Alya had gotten up yelling "She's not getting bullied, She is the bully!"

 "I know my sister, and she wouldn't hurt a fly" Jon said "And who are you!?" "I am Jon Kent, son of Lois lane and Clark Kent, and brother of Marinette Kent" "Liar!, they only have two kids both boys!" Alya yelled out, Lois and Clark walk in" if you had researched us then you would know we have adopted her" Alya stood there with her mouth wide open while Damien came over to me and hugged me, Lila also went pale as a ghost since someone she lied about was here.

 "Eeeeck, you guys are the ones who inspired me to become a journalist!Do you like my ladyblog?Will I ever work with you?" Alya said completely forgetting what is going on, Damien looked at me like 'is she for real?' i just nod in response. Lois just glares at her and says,"Mrs. Césaire your blog is filled with false information along with many lies, I will not work with a wanna be reporter who does not fact check especially one who bullies one of my kids, and you have done both." when she was done Alya had tears in her eyes, then lila got up and told alya something that made her mad "Mari-Slut how could you do this i thought we were friends!?" she yelled at me the class just glared at me after that "Cesaire you did this to yourself, Do not blame this on my girlfriend!" Damien glares at her.

"I cant believe you Marinette did you pay them or lie to them to side with you?" Lila screeches out, I got mad at this then Damien intervenes "Rossi, you should shut up before I make you, she did not pay me or anyone, I love her and she loves me, I am in the family you had decided to lie about, my name is Damien Wayne the blood son of Bruce Wayne, and boyfriend of Marinette Kent" Lila went pale once more along with a good chunk of the class.

Adrien decided to open his mouth and said "Mari you don't want to date him he's a cocky spoiled brat" i was Pissed at that comment

I decided to speak up "Adrian Agreste, you cannot speak, he loves me and will stick up for me, you on the other hand do not care for me and would not at least help me when they hurt me, and you are also a spineless cowered who always takes the 'High road' when something happens (veins start coming out of the ground and wrapping Adrien's legs) so your the cocky brat here Agreste!" at this point everyone was shacked except the Kents, Wayne, and Chloe.

"Angel, calm down" Damien said as he hugs me, i hug back with tears in my eyes {Drama Lover!}

"Done!" Chloe said with a smirk, while everyone looks at her, she starts handing out papers to everyone in the class and put the rest on the teacher's desk. everyone looks at the papers in the class.

"Your suing us!?" the class asks

"yup" Chloe says while popping the P

"You cant do that!" Mylen yells

Buce had just walked in "actually we can, we will see you in court, Lila Rossi and Alya Cesaire you will be going to jail for you actions, now Marinette and Chloe you will be coming with us and finishing school in Gathom" we just nodded and left.

#MarinetteKent #mlb x dc #class salt #daminette #this is cringy

[nobrakes]

Hi! Thank you for your explanation on the Kelly Piquet / Brazil situation. I was googling a little to find out who the ex-volleyball player was you mentioned - is it Ana Paula Henkel? I’ve been following international volleyball ever since I could walk and I never heard about this?! I want to hear more so I can find out what the volleyball community thinks about this!

Hi! I's okay, yeah, the situation over here is so dire and desperate that the context needed to fully understand where all this crazy misinformation bullshit is coming from is rather vast.

On the volleyball player, yes, it is indeeed Ana Paula Henkel, she has become a far-right commentator on a propaganda channel for the fascist right-wing.

She's recently taken the electoral courts blocking some of the blatant misinformation her and her colleagues keep putting on air to heart, and started performing stunts such as reading a cake recipe on air to protest being "censured".

This is especially insulting because, doing things like that (aka reading cake recipes on air) was the kind of thing reporters used to do during the military dictatorship (which lasted from 1964 through 1985) to protest the lack of freedom of expression after the crackdown from the autoritative regime on which activists, journalists and anyone who disagreed with the official position from the military would often go "missing" or have to go underground for fear of getting arrested and tortured to death.

I have a great uncle who was arrested and tortured during the military dictatorship from allegedly being "involved with communists".

This all, of course, coming from people in the right who still, till this day, deny that any such things happened during the regime, they say the deaths didn't happen, that there was no torture, and that Brazil was a better place during those years, when we know, for a FACT that all of these things DID happened, thousands of people were tortured and killed by the military, all of this happening with the support of the United States who also contribuited to the militay dictatorships around latin america as a whole during 60-90s.

In fact to give you further context: Bolsonaro himself was in the military during this time, and talks about how they should've killed more people back then.

#answered #anti kelly piquet #-> for the blacklist #tw torture mention #ana paula henkel

[the-forbidden-archive]

Emily - january twelve 2024 report given by Alexa Montone female 81 years old when the report was stated regarding her creepy, deranged and dangerous son as she called him being pressured by Erick luckas interview stated on January fifth year 1984 report states -

He was always weird you know, never laughed at stupid jokes always so serious, he would kill small criters and bugs when he got to them, he never loved anyone ever exept later on for that one guy i think it was his work parthner, i was never there for him in his young years as i was busy monitoring the laboratory in the main town, i think that was what got him to the idea of getting hired there, i mean he always loved the craft or roboticks with great passion, so it was no suprise when he got the job as a mechanic in there. when that happened he came to me and told me the news… it was the first time i ever seen him smile. Then he met Erick it was an outside job friendship Erick was a journalist at that time he was making a thing on working in the lab and got a mediocre position as a janitor to fill in his research, but he was quick to drop out of his job to stay in the lab he did that because of my son i didn't know what thier relationship was at that time, i thought they were friends, i should probably say that i still had the job as a monitor woman and requested to have cameras in my sons room, that night when he started work on the new machine Erick asked if he could join in and everyone agreed, from there they were inseparable until the machine was finished the night before the incident one man came in at midnight to the room he had someone uncouncious with him he stuffed him into the machine and a diffrent man came in and wired him up to the machine both of them were wearing gloves and these strange masks well they wired him and left the lab, I was the only one to see that recording the next day and then Erick told everyone that the new machine was his idea and creation, my son was mad about it after he was replaced in his work for the newbie i think her name was Ragatha Bug then after two days the police call was made and it was strange really Erick clocked out for the last time and left his office then instead of leaving he left to my son's workshop there he came up to him and said two words "I'm sorry" and then he … kissed him on the lips. that murderer cultistic psychopath kissed my son. I couldn't belive what i saw. And then he left just like that he was gone he was arrested the next day and never came back to the lab. but the story doesn't end there, my son came to visit the man for one purpose when he came back home he told me what he had done. He beat him up. He described to me every punch every kick every blood spilt, he told me how he leaped over the meeting table pinned him to the floor and started punching he said how he got up and started to kick him he specified in great detail what he was screaming when he was being dragged out of the room. Intomnia said it all. And that's how the story ended.

end report

i wanted to meet miss Montone i was not succesful but i did meet her son Intomnia Montone, i also told him who i was and that i was a decendant of Erick, he asked me if i knew where was Erick and if he could visit him, so i had to inform him that he is in the same place and visits are still disallowed since his first and last one, he was not pleased and informed me that his mother is dead when i asked about her, and well i see what his mom ment when she stated how serious he was. Well that is all

#horror #made by hi im erick #the forbbiden archives #writers on tumblr #writing #tfa.ep5

[solarnexas]

Varun Grover, Vir Das rally behind comedian arrested for 'indecent' remarks against Hindu deities

https://www.tribuneindia.com/news/nation/varun-grover-vir-das-rally-behind-comedian-arrested-for-indecent-remarks-against-hindu-deities-193091

One wonders what in the name of actual fuck is happening. First students, then activists, next journalists, now comedians. Are we leaving someone else who can potentially open their mouth and mood against every unwritten thing the government and the collective foolish intolerance of people is against? It's like we are made to forget everything while we are home with given how so many of these issues actually make their way to the mainstream media. It's scarily familiar thing to have in your conscience when you feel it's dangerous to say anything that could get you locked up just because it was something 'sensitive': don't we remember our history lessons? can't we recall how it all starts?

#yeah #bcs honestly it sucks? #and you feel sick everytime you hear stuff like this and wonder #jnu students never got proper investigation for what happened #got locked up instead more so bcs of certain names #we conveniently forgot jamia #aligarh uni #public defamation and picking out of activists on billboards in UP #hathras never happened #journalists didn't get arrested ever #and are certainly not pending to come out #caa and Assam camps can easily be left out of our memories #ram mandir fiasco #dilli danga? #pm funds possibly spent on bihar elections? #it's so like our medias are not doing their jobs and are spreading super obvious propoganda #it's so not like we need to get our news from youtube channels or comedians #it's so not like we are destructing our democracy #it isn't is it? #bcs I'm scared

[icefire149]

Hey! I’m studying journalism at the moment and have also been wondering if this drama is going to get media coverage. I’d guess a few entertainment journalists are interested and have maybe even tried to work on stories but found the whole situation kind of unwieldy and hard to summarise and source. The stories that have got coverage (j2 fallout, Clinton article) are easy to source (actors tweets, articles from respected publications) and simple for outsiders to understand without knowing 1/2

First off I'm gonna preface with that it's 3am currently as I'm starting and I know I'm tired and not running on all brain cells so please be gentle if I make any errors spelling wise or logic wise.

Also here's the post anon is referencing.

Anon, thank you very much for msging me. It feels really nice knowing that I'm not the only one wondering what's going on here. I honestly thought the day after 15x18 aired that it would be a massive news story. Supernatural does get attention from EW and awards run on fan votes. Never mind it had the spotlight for being on TV 15years, it was close to wrapping up, and they actually green lit a massively popular (and award winning) ship. Therefore flipping 12 years of narrative on it's head because it actually was a slow burn romance as was speculated. AND as the icing on the top of the cake, it trended over one of the most important presidential elections ever.

How did nobody report on this? How did nobody point out that it's strange in this climate that the CW chose not to acknowledge any part of it that would have gotten them brownie points: LGBT rep, successful long term storytelling. [Granted it was also simultaneously a speed run in bury your gays - even though the narrative demanded more to the Empty plot which seemed to be cut - and I'm not even touching what this meant for Dean's character & sexuality - and the finale filming inconsistencies - All of these are also massively complex and worth digging into for a news story, but my mind is honing on specifically on the CW's problem with Castiel being gay tonight].

I've poked around a bit further than just relying on my memory. The stories that got coverage were: j2 fall out (although the ones I looked at missed the tweet at Robbie), Clinton, the Oscars, the prequel, and the rogue translator. (And I did find one website I've never heard of before did a small write up on the Valentine's Day Wedding)

Although I'd like to point out that (and I could be dead wrong) if I remember correctly the inside scoop on the j2 fall out reconciliation statement from Jared came from a planned interview for Walker promotion. And for the rogue translator mess, where Misha was suddenly in a pr nightmare, of course that's what got EW coverage. But it still didn't push the topic especially after several other dubs came out and some used language that confirms romantic intent as others didn't. That should've been a bigger story in itself leading into the central issues of censorship and homophobia.

Everything else is non existent online unless you know specifically where to look. Which isn't great for anyone but the higher powers that want to sweep things under the rug.

You're 100% right we should look into making things more digestible for people with little to none knowledge of SPN. It's important to step back and remember that we're carrying years of complex knowledge. This is why the fandom as a whole can look like we're living in a different dimension.

Even still, it's baffling the lack of coverage for trending topics like the big pushes for #TheySilencedYou campaign which felt straight forward after a minute of scrolling through twitter. Jared's rant this weekend was trending like crazy. I saw transcripts and videos being pushed around. I've seen TMZ report on way less (and they've jumped on reporting about Jared's arrests before in the past.) Why nothing now? I keep waiting to see something. Anything.

Fingers crossed something does pop up. Or fans organize something especially after the bullshit with CE.

#anon #thank you so much for sending this in #it's now 4am and i have no idea how much sense i made #my brain is everywhere #there's so much surrounding s15 and the year since 15x18 aired that should be a journalists dream #there's so MUCH #long post

[georgianadarcies]

1: I saw the e! article over the Gilmore girls ship ranks and I never understand the whole "L*gan pushed her! He made her realize what her dreams are" argument that I always see shippers use. I can agree that he "pushed" her out of her comfort zone in like, a couple of scenes, but they were mainly connected to her being spontaneous, not anything related to her work as a journalist (like taking up research for a different kind of story and

2: not just him getting her a free pass to some dumb celebration for being rich that he and his friends organize). And I honestly find the insignuation that Rory only found out what she wanted to do because of L*gan insulting when that is the complete opposite? You could sooner argue that she DIDN'T know what to do when she was with him esp after the bs Mitchum gave her over being an intern. L*gan's role in Rory's development was often far from positive even in the OG series, and even if he wasn't directly the one who told her what Mitchum said or agreed with him, his presence in her life didn't bring her anything good in the long run. Even if you take into account season 7, he basically ended their long-term relationship after one proposal?? Like how is that good or positive for Rory here.... even if we were to disregard the revival, she would've always had to connect one of her longer relationships as an adult to being a failed one because she simply wanted to live her life a bit after finishing college, and not immediately get around to marrying her boyfriend and moving with him to support HIS career while being far away from her parents.

God I could not agree more. I dread those articles because they always make me super angry but the Rory/L*gan being at number five was super frustrating, especially with the reasoning. You’re totally right - like, yes, she did go out of her comfort zone because of him with that Life and Death Brigade event, but people act like it’s so much more meaningful than it actually is, and like you said, it definitely wasn’t about her story for the daily news than it was for him getting to mess around with her a bit more and do dumb shit with his friends.

Rory knew what she wanted to do way before L*gan, and I’d argue that he probably held her back more than helping her with her career. I’ve seen the argument that he gave her a lot of opportunities that she wouldn’t have had otherwise, but those were only offers to help her with something she already wanted to do. And weren’t most of them favors from Mitchum more than anything? Mitchum only offered her the internship to “make up for what his family did” at that dinner and I don’t think Mitchum ever really cared about helping Rory (part of me thinks maybe he wanted to bring her down, but I can’t necessarily prove that).

And like you mentioned, Rory was so lost after Mitchum told her she didn’t have it. Stealing the yacht was only the beginning, not to mention something L*gan readily agreed to. Him encouraging reckless behavior like that and proudly saying he was a bad influence on her doesn’t sit right with me. He’s always been able to get away with pulling crap like that, and he doesn’t even stop to consider that it could negatively effect Rory. And when they get arrested, Rory gets community service (which I won’t argue against, it makes sense) but he didn’t get any punishment at all. He never looks at her life in any way other than selfish. That continues when she drops out of Yale and besides maybe two times when he asked if she was sure she wanted to (and when he asked at that FELON PARTY he threw her, he was like smiling to herself when she said she was sure and wanted to slack off like him). L*gan loves the fact that she’s slacking and partying like him, and when she realizes what’s wrong after Jess leaves, he’s just insisting it’s temporary and she needs to drop it?? He never even expresses concern about her fallout with Lorelai.

And what you said about him not bringing her any good in the long run, yes. Not only does she learn to excuse all his behavior pretty much, but she never truly trusts him again after he cheats either. She has to carry that around with her after he cheats because she forgave him out of guilt when he got injured and then never got to deal with how she felt after that. Keiko Agena said in some interview that L*gan had a questionable commitment to Rory, and I totally agree with that. It’s really evident in the way Rory can’t trust him in season seven, and worse when the revival is considered and he’s being unfaithful again, even if Rory is the “other woman” this time. It’s not even just about cheating, either, but like you said, L*gan ending the relationship after she turns down the proposal. He walks away from her immediately when she, a 22 year old, isn’t willing to marry him and move across the country from her friends and family, on her graduation day no less. He was, what, 25, but she was fresh out of college and had a whole career ahead of her. But of course he continues to be inconsiderate, paying no mind to the fact that there was a reason she wasn’t applying to jobs farther west than Chicago. She was such a cheerleader for him and his career during season seven, and I guess he just expected that to continue to any length he wanted? Maybe their relationship lasted the longest, but I really don’t think that means anything, especially considering how unhealthy he was for her. Again: not good in the long run.

This kinda got away from me lol, but I totally agree with you and several points were made!!!

#ask #fayesgifs #gilmore girls analysis #anti rogan #anti logan huntzberger #maybe i've got some pent up anger about this just maybe

[cetospandiglia]

Ywsterday (sunday february 14th of 2021) there was an election in Catalonia and I feel like talking about it so I'm gonna explain it briefly (a brief explanation, a long post mayne 10 or 15 min read) for my American & international readers out there. (This will have a clear bias, I'm no journalist. That said, I don't belong to any of the parties discussed in this post.)

First, a bit of context for those completely unaware. Catalonia is a historical region of Spain with its own language (which has been marginalized and banned to various degrees during the last 3 centuries, which stirs controbersy to this day) and a separatist movement that has had moments of relevance and irrelevance along the last ~100 years.

Independence as a social movement has had its ups and downs, 25 years ago it wasn't very relevant but in the 2010s it started gainign traction ending in an unsuccessful unilateral declaration of independence in 2017 which resulted in the arrest or exile of most of the government (President Puigdemont is exiled in Waterloo, vice president Junqueras has spent years in prison now).

With that out of the way, to talk about the players in this election first we have to understand how does one get to be president of Catalunya.

Catalunya, as well as Spain as a whole and many other european countries and regions, doesn't have Presidential elections, they only vote for the parliament members: voters choose a party and once the Parliament is made up they vote for the president. In this particular case, the Parliament has 135 seats so if some party gets 68 seats they have an absolute majority and can govern by themselves in most cases (some things require 2/3 majority but to elect a president and to pass most laws it's just half+1).

The thing is, this election the winner didn't get anywhere near 68 seats, they got 33 so whoever ends up governing needs to pact. It's time to know the players:

To start, we're going to talk about the parties in the previous, independentist government:

THE INDEPENEDENTIST FORCES:

Junts per Catalunya (together for Catalunya) is a big, centrist coalition of organisations with left leaning and right leaning sectors. The left sees them as right wing and they're the only catalanist right wingers, so the rest of the right fucking hate their guts. They were in power for decades (under the name Convergència i Unió, the history of this party is convoluted) since the end of the fascist regime and did a lot of work to reestablish the place and institutions of the Catalan language (Franco was infamously against any languages in Spain that weren't Spanish). This is the party that the exiled president Puigdemont belongs to. Of the main 2 parties in power this was the bigger one until last night.

Esquerra Republicana de Catalunya (ERC, Republican Left of Catalunya, republican as in opposed to monarchy): Left wing, cataln nationalist run-of-the-mill european social democrats. They defend the catalan culture and language as JxC has done, they were in power as a part of the "tri partit" (three parties) with other left wing forces from 2003 to 2010 to avoid more years of JxC government. Then, independentist movement started to gain traction, the more conservative faction of JxC left and they (JxC & ERC) formed a government together with the complicit votes of CUP.

CUP (Candidatura d'Unitat Popular, Candidature of Popular Unity) is a far-left, socialist, quasi-anarchist organisation that used to have a few members of local councils but didn't even bother going to Catalan elections, then independence happened and have had a few MPs ever since. Not enough to pass any radical laws, but enough so that the JxC and ERC coalition needs their votes to govern: they vetoed Artur Mas, an infamously corrupt president and actually got what they wanted.

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ELS COMUNS (the commons?) is neither independentist or unionist, they're a left wing party (less radical than CUP but also with less relevance and votes in the general Catalan panorama, although they have the Mayor of Barcelona). They try to pass progressive left leaning legislature and even though some of them want independence, they don't believe it's a pressing issue for the catalan people. Their Spanish Counterparts, Podemos, are in power as the 2nd, more "radical", left leaning force of a center-left coalition in the Spanish governent with PSOE.

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THE UNIONISTS:

PSC (Partit dels Socialistes de Catalunya, Socialists' Party of Catalunya) is the Catalun branch of PSOE (socialists etc etc español), a center-left party that is currently in the Spanish government. PSC used to have catalanist sectors and when they were in power in Catalunya (as the 1st force of the Tripartit) they passed laws to defend catalan etc (to this day since the death of Franco no regional government of Catalonia has been against defending Catalan). Those positions towards the language and culture probably remain but now they're explicitly anti independence. They're not super left but if you don't count Comuns as unionists, PSC is the farthest left you can go in the unionist side.

PP: the strong Spanish right wing party since the 90s, where all the francoists ended up after the transition in the 70s, they held the Spanish governent '96-2004 and 2011-2018 and do not want to defend catalan. They won't usually say it out right though, they'll say things like "spanish speakers are oppresed in Catalunya", and that's the same for all anti-independentists. In Catalonia, though, they have very bad results.

Ciudadanos (citizens) is basically a split from PP that formed in 2006 in Catalonia to be explicitly anti-catalanist. For a hot second it seemed like they could be the new strong party of the Spanish right but now the party is crumbling and in Catalunya specifically they've gone from 1st force (they still didn't govern) with 36 seats to second to last with only 6. Rumours say that the party will dissolve before the next election.

Vox is a far right party that likes Donald Trump and fucking hates independence and Catalunya, they're a new party and rn the strongest of the spanish right wing forces in Catalunya in 4th place in the parliament.

Now you know all the players I can explain THE RESULTS:

(the big hemicircle is yesterday's results, the little one is last election's)

PSC has had a slight edge over ERC but they haven't been able to reflect that in more seats. Cs has crumbled from first place to 8th. Vox has appeared out of nowhere, but the rise in unionist seats (26) between PSC and Vox is still smaller than the 30 seats Cs has lost.

In the independentist side, ERC has gained 1 seat, JxC lost 2 and CUP gained 5 for a total gain of 4 seats for the independentists.

Even thoug an explicitly far right force has entered the parliament, this election shows a trend towards left wing forces: unionists towards PSC rather than Cs, and independentist towards ERC and CUP.

Even though the JxC+ERC coalition is a mess, all analysts and journalists agree that ERC's Pere Aragonès has the best chance to become the next President. All evidence points to the fact that CUP will have an easier time voting for a leftist President from ERC than a centrist/right winger from JxC, and some rumours say that ERC could be looking for Comuns' support. They don't want independence but maybe they can be brought in to strengthen the left wing stance of this new government.

The opinions of analysts and the rumours I mention come from last night's TV3 election special.

Election results:

If you've read the whole thing thank you and I hope this has been useful 😊❤️

#election #catalonia #europe

[bountyofbeads]

The Hong Kong Democratic Protesters are literally fighting for their freedom against China Authoritarian Communist rule. If the protestors lose this fight, they lose their freedoms forever. WE MUST SUPPORT HONG KONG IN THEIR FIGHT FOR FREEDOM.

Hong Kong's 'front line' protesters explain their stance (VIDEO)

By YANAN WANG | Published August 20, 2019 8:00 AM ET | AP | Posted August 20, 2019 8:20 AM ET |

HONG KONG (AP) — On a recent sweltering Saturday, a day now reserved for protest in Hong Kong, a demonstrator named Wayne stepped past a row of plastic barricades, lifted a pair of binoculars and squinted.

Four hundred meters away, a line of riot police stood with full-length shields, batons and tear-gas launchers.

It was a familiar sight for Wayne after more than two months on the front lines of Hong Kong's turbulent pro-democracy demonstrations. Along with hard hats and homemade shields, face-offs with police have become part of the 33-year-old philosophy professor's new normal.

The stories of Wayne and three other self-described "front line" protesters interviewed by The Associated Press provide insights into how what started as a largely peaceful movement against proposed changes to the city's extradition law has morphed into a summer of tear gas and rubber bullets. They spoke on condition they be identified only by partial names because they feared arrest.

The movement has reached a moment of reckoning after protesters occupying Hong Kong's airport last week held two mainland Chinese men captive, beating them because they believed the men were infiltrating their movement.

In the aftermath, pro-democracy lawmakers and fellow demonstrators — who have stood by the hard-liners even as they took more extreme steps — questioned whether the operation had gone too far.

It was the first crack in what has been astonishing unity across a wide range of protesters that has kept the movement going. It gave pause to the front-liners, who eased off the violence this past weekend, though they still believe their more disruptive tactics are necessary to get the government to answer the broader movement's demands.

The demands grew from opposing legislation that would have allowed Hong Kong residents to be extradited for trials in mainland China's murky judicial system to pressing for democratic elections, Hong Kong leader Carrie Lam's resignation and an investigation into allegations of police brutality at the demonstrations.

The protesters on the front lines are the ones who throw bricks at police and put traffic cones over active tear gas canisters to contain the fumes. They have broken into and trashed the legislature's chambers, blocked a major tunnel under Hong Kong's harbor, besieged and pelted police headquarters with eggs and halted rush-hour subways by blocking the train doors from closing.

To Lam, these are "violent rioters" bent on destroying the city's economy. To China's ruling Communist Party, their actions are "the first signs of terrorism."

To these most die-hard protesters, there's no turning back.

"The situation has evolved into a war in Hong Kong society," said Tin, a 23-year-old front-line demonstrator. "It's the protesters versus the police."

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When Hong Kong's youth banded together for this summer's protests, they established a few rules: They would not have clear leaders, protecting individuals from becoming symbols or scapegoats. And they would stick together, no matter their methods.

The peaceful protesters would not disavow the more extreme, sometimes violent tactics of the front-liners, who would distract the police long enough for others to escape arrest.

These were lessons learned from 2014, when the Occupy Central pro-democracy movement fizzled after more than two months without winning any concessions. Many involved feel internal divisions partly led to defeat.

Chong, a 24-year-old front-liner, said everyone's opinion is heard and considered, and they decide on the right path together. But no decision is absolute: The demonstrators have pledged to not impede actions they may disagree with.

Two massive marches roused Chong and others who had given up on political change after the failure of Occupy Central, also dubbed the Umbrella Revolution.

On consecutive weekends in June, hundreds of thousands of people took to the streets to oppose the extradition bill. It struck at fears that China is eroding civil rights that Hong Kong residents enjoy under the "one country, two systems" framework.

"I didn't think I would ever do this again," said Chong, who quit his job as an environmental consultant to devote himself to the protests. "But this time, society is waking up."

On June 12, three days after the first march, protesters blocked the legislature and took over nearby streets, preventing the resumption of debate on the extradition bill. Police responded with tear gas and rubber bullets.

Lam suspended the bill indefinitely the day before the second march, but it didn't mollify the protesters, who turned out in even greater numbers.

As their demands expanded, Lam offered dialogue but showed no signs of giving ground.

That's when hard-liners like Chong and Wayne became convinced that peaceful protest might not be enough.

They blocked roads with makeshift barricades and besieged the Chinese government's Liaison Office in Hong Kong, defacing the national seal over its entrance. Week after week, they clashed with police, who became an object of their anger. Every round of tear gas only seemed to deepen their conviction that the government did not care.

"We've had numerous peaceful protests that garnered no response whatsoever from the government," said J.C., a 27-year-old hairstylist who quit his job in July. "Escalating our actions is both natural and necessary."

Then came the "white shirt" attack. On July 21, dozens of men beat people indiscriminately with wooden poles and steel rods in a commuter rail station as protesters returned home, injuring 44. They wore white clothing in contrast to the protesters' trademark black.

A slow police response led to accusations they colluded with the thugs. Police Commissioner Stephen Lo said resources were stretched because of the protests.

Many saw the attack as proof police prioritized catching demonstrators — around 700 have been arrested so far — over more violent criminals. That view has been reinforced by other images, including police firing tear gas at close range and a woman who reportedly lost vision in one eye after being hit by a beanbag round shot by police.

Each accusation of police brutality emboldens the hard-core protesters to use greater violence. Gasoline bombs and other flaming objects have become their projectiles of choice, and police stations are now their main target.

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In this cauldron of growing rage, the protesters set their sights on Hong Kong's airport.

Hundreds of flights were canceled over two consecutive nights last week as protesters packed the main terminal, blocking access to check-in counters and immigration.

While the major disruption of one of the world's busiest airports got global attention, it was the vigilante attacks on two Chinese men that troubled the movement.

In a written apology the following day, a group of unidentified protesters said recent events had fueled a "paranoia and rage" that put them on a "hair trigger." During the prior weekend's demonstrations, people dressed like protesters had been caught on video making arrests, and police acknowledged use of decoy officers.

At the airport, the protesters were looking for undercover agents in their ranks. Twice they thought they found them.

The first man ran away from protesters who asked why he was taking photos of them. Protesters descended on him, bound his wrists with plastic ties and interrogated him for at least two hours. His ordeal ended only when medics wrested him away on a stretcher.

The second man was wearing a yellow "press" vest used by Hong Kong journalists but refused to show his credentials. In his backpack, protesters found a blue "Safeguard HK" T-shirt worn at rallies to support police.

A small group of protesters repeatedly beat him, poured water on his head and called him "mainland trash." He turned out to be a reporter for China's state-owned Global Times newspaper.

Footage of the mob violence inflamed anti-protester sentiment in China, where the reporter became a martyr. In Hong Kong, pro-democracy lawmakers said it was something that "will not and should not happen again."

Within the movement, some apologized for becoming easily agitated and overreacting. Others questioned whether provocateurs had incited the violence.

Through it all, the front liners called for unity. They pointed to the injuries sustained on their side and the rioting charges that could lock them up for 10 years.

On the night of the airport beating, Wayne couldn't get through the crowd to see what was happening, but he understood how the attackers felt.

"I would have done the same thing," he said. "It's not rational, but I would have kicked him or punched him at least once or twice."

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