aries can’t stand those who back down from a fight. If you’re the type that doesn’t deal with shit head-on, hesitate during a crucial moment, or use underhanded means to achieve your ends, aries won’t give you no respect!
taurus can’t deal with impatient, temperamental, or controlling personalities. If you’re competitive, always in a hurry, and have no chill, chances are, they think you’re an idiot. Overly-emotional, impractical people get no respect from taurus.
gemini hates boring people. That’s pretty much it- you might be the most horrible person ever, like a serial killer or some shit, but as long as you’re interesting, gemini is down to clown. The second you start to bore them, you won’t get no respect.
cancer doesn’t like people who joke about emotions, lack sympathy, or poke fun at their flaws (even playfully). If you’re a sagittarius loud, flaky, and always have to be out and doing something, instead of enjoying the comfort of family and home, cancer can’t respect you.
leo doesn’t like stingy, serious, reserved personalities. If you’re a capricorn tight-fisted workaholic who can’t just let loose and have fun, stay away. If you withhold praise and affection, the lion won’t give you no respect.
virgos are grossed out by lots of shit egotistical personalities. If you’re the type to brag, fish for compliments, or hog the spotlight, keep away. People who are irresponsible, gloss over details, and don’t play by the rules, get no respect from virgo.
libra can’t stand selfish people. If you put yourself first, take more than you give in a relationship, or are prone to being blunt and tactless, do libra a favor and gtfo. Those who create awkward situations or hurt others, even inadvertently, get no respect from libra.
scorpio hates lots of shit, but if you’re shallow, fake, or prone to bending the truth for any reason, you’re basically dead to them. Tbh, scorpio is tied with gemini when it comes to hating boring (uncomplicated) people. If you’re not deep, or only pretend to be ‘deep’ to seem cool, scorpio will give u NO respect.
sagittarius can’t stand nit-pickers or worry warts. If you’re afraid of roller-coasters, spiders, etc, that’s fine. Sags understand fear. But, if you’re too much of a coward to try to conquer your fear, sagittarius automatically loses respect. If you’re bogged down by fear or focus on little details/flaws, just stay away.
capricorns don’t have respect for whiners or rule-breakers. If you can’t deal with your problems independently and maturely, if you stir up unnecessary trouble, and if you half-ass your work (esp in a group project) cap will give u no respect.
aquarius doesn’t care for stupidity. If you’re ignorant, bigoted, and let your emotions run amok instead of thinking things through logically, aquarius has no respect for you. Republicans and traditionalists, keep your distance.
pisces is a lot like libra. If you’re selfish or lack sympathy, you are not okay in their book. Also, if you’re too focused on material details, like being on time, thinking too much about money, and preoccupied with fleeting, earthly issues, pisces will give u no respect.
Mass hug for those who didn’t spoil the show for everyone else.
I’m so jealous that you got to go to the VERY first show. You’re the only people who can say they had NO idea what to expect. But the level of respect I’ve seen so faron tumblr has been amazing. (I’m avoiding Instagram tags)
There have been no real spoilers, no real videos - I know he asked, but not everyone respects that. YOU guys respected that, and the surprise hasn’t been ruined for anyone going in future. You have no idea how grateful I am. I was really worried that by the time I get to go in Europe, the entire show would already be online in various clips and streams.
But if everyone is as respectful as you guys then we have little to worry about.
Thank you SO much for not spoiling the experience for the thousands who are awaiting their turn. I can only hope those attending the next 2 shows are as amazing as you guys.
I still always get so annoyed when people are like “wait why do you have two fish in such a big tank!!!1! I kept my goldfish in a dirty bowl and it lived for a year! Isn’t that amazing” or my friends visit my house after a month and are like “wow how are your fish still alive what your secret?????” it’s like ummm clean water? actually caring for me pets. Like it honestly blows my mind away how much little respect people have for fish.
Lots went wrong at the Oscars this year. One mistake that Patricia Arquette called out right away: her sister, transgender actress Alexis Arquette, who died in September with more than 70 screen credits to her name, was not included in the Oscars’ annual “In Memoriam” segment.
“I was really pissed off the academy left out my sister Alexis in the memoriam, because Alexis had a great body of work, but Alexis was one of very few trans artists that worked in the business,” she told ABC News.
“At a time when we have trans kids that can’t even go to the bathroom at school, you would think the academy would have a little bit more respect for a group of people that are murdered, and trans women of color are most likely to live in extreme poverty, making $800 a month, so I think the Oscars have a lot of learning to do.”
It’s one of those things that gets written off as humorous when you watch a child entertainer try to redefine themselves, but it can be an intense identity crisis. I think in our modern society we have a much greater understanding of the importance of personal identity and how we see ourselves and I’m hoping that over time people latch onto the fact that this hurts people and they have a little more respect for something like that.
I loved the small interactions that Danai & Andy had in the panel :)
I did, too! Considering how they had everyone separated, I’m glad we got what little we did. My favorite is Danai’s face when Chandler sold out Andy over the “Coral” thing. (How you gonna go against the family, Carl?)
But she went right to defending him. She was like, Y’all not about to gang up on my TV man like this. 😄
“Joonie?” I say completely confused, what was he even doing here?
“Oh uh hi baby sis, you’re up?”
“Well yeah you were crashing and banging, I’m pretty sure it could have woken up the entire building.” I say quite frankly. “What are you doing here?” I wasn’t completely mad that he was standing in my kitchen, hammering at my counter top. But at the same time I feel sort of resentful.
“I was waiting for you outside of your door -”
“Yeah I saw you, but what are you doing in here?”
“You fainted, I had to bring you inside.” He explained.
“But why do you care?” I was bitter and I knew that but I couldn’t help myself, because what they said, tore me up inside.
“Come on small, don’t be like that.” Small, he used to call me that all the time.
“Don’t be like what? How else do you want me to act? What more do you want to control?” I started to raise my voice. It was always ‘don’t do this’ ‘don’t do that’.
“I know it was wrong of me and I’m sorry, can’t you just accept my apology and move on?” He was raising his voice at me now too. A few years ago, he would cherish me, made sure nobody hurt me and would never raise his voice at me. But now all he has done is hurt me.
“How am I supposed to just accept your apology and move on oppa? When you’ve always been someone that I looked up to, you were always the one who taught me well, but you neglected me. You used to protect me, but now? You’re the one who hurt me the most.” I was on the verge of tears, it’s been so long that it’s just the two of us talking, just brother and sister time. When I used to have nightmares as a kid, Namjoon would be the one to read me a story whilst crouching by the side of my bed and made sure I fell asleep okay. But right now, he was my biggest nightmare. “You used to care about me so much, what happened?” My voice lowered and tears fell, quickly wiping them away I looked up at him.”You used to be my saviour oppa, but now it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
“I still love and care about you Y/N, why are you being so difficult? I’m trying to make amends but you’re acting so childish!” He raised his voice and I couldn’t help but flinch. I can’t lie and say that it didn’t scare me when he was like this, because he was rarely ever like this. My head was spinning and I felt like complete shit, but what does that matter right?
“I’m being childish? My older brother and his best friends, including my very own best friend, spoke badly of me behind my back. The same older brother who just 4 years ago would not let anyone say a single bad thing about me, not even mum and dad. You’d always hide me behind your back when I was in trouble. You’d tell the kids who were mean to me off. You did so much for me back then. Maybe I’m just expecting too much, maybe I grew up relying on you too much. Or maybe you just don’t love your lil small anymore, because I’m useless and only ever cause you trouble.” I was trying so hard to remain calm, so hard to not allow my tears to fall but it was working. They just kept falling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m a pain in the ass to you. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I’m not the same small you used to love and care about.” I swallowed back my flowing tears and smiled slightly up towards him. “I won’t cause you anymore trouble, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll stay away so you don’t have to see me anymore. I’m sorry for being dramatic. I really am. So, oppa. Could you please leave?”
“This is a little too much don’t you think? Over something so little?” I chuckled, is that really what he thought?
“It may have been little to you because you don’t look up and respect me like I do, you. Ever since I could walk and talk, I’ve learned so much from you, you were that older brother to me that became my shield. The older brother that I had endless respect for. So to me it’s like my whole world was crashing down on me. You had know idea that the last four years have been hell, you wouldn’t know because you never really asked how I was. But I get that, you’re busy. I understood. But when I needed you the most and told you some things, you don’t even remember and you always pushed me aside telling me that you’d ‘message me later’ because you’re occupied doing something. But no matter how long I waited for my older brother to get back to me, he never did. I was always the one starting up a conversation. Because I missed my big bro, but he didn’t miss me. I felt as though I was just a complete burden so I stopped. Life got harder, but it’s okay now. I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” I smiled one last time at him. “Because I don’t need you anymore.”
Types as Roommates (based on actual roommates I’ve had as an INTP)
ESFP: Rarely around, because they are always out with friends. When they are home they usually talk about how cool their lamp is. And you don’t disagree, because it’s a pretty cool lamp. “I really appreciate you, dude” they say everyday after their shift, until you hate them and their stinky socks all over the bathroom floor.
ENFP: They are SO! EXCITED! that you’re finally home to hang out with them even though they’ve been going and doing things all week. Dishes are everywhere. The rabbit is out of his cage and has chewed through the electrical wires. The fire alarm is going off again.
INFP: The best thing about living with them is their music taste. You keep asking yourself if they are really as laid back as they say they are? Their poster selection is haphazard, their trash can is filled to the brim, and they show everyone who comes through their dorm their collection of vinyl sex feet. However, one day you get a terrifying message via text. You drank from their cup. That was the special cup. You shouldn’t have drank from that cup.
ISFP: THC is more important to oxygen to them. They line their room with trippy tapestries, and a list of “cartoon conspiracies” is listed on their door. During that really promiscuous phase of yours, they didn’t say a thing every night you must have waken them up moaning. You couldn’t believe that anyone could be so laid back. Then, exams came. No one had ever been more vigilent, and more terrified than they are during exam week. “Aderall” your friends say, “They’re hyped up on amphetamines,” but you know what they’re like on amphetamines, and this is a step above.
INTP: You’ve watched the same anime from start to finish 3 times this week, but you don’t have the nerve to tell them that you’re tired of it. They’re taking up all of the couch space too. Because while they might have spent the first 2 weeks of being moved in creating the perfectly efficient and comfortable bedroom (complete with a pillow fort), they fall asleep in the living room most nights with their heated blanket and a wikipedia article up on their laptop. You peek at their laptop expecting to see something related to their favorite video game or the classes they are taking, but “substitutional insect genitalia” doesn’t fit either of those categories.
ENTP: When they have friends over, they don’t just have friends over. The banter is endless and it almost always lasts until 5 am. Their is only so much existential philosophy you can take, and that is literally none when it it is being shouted by drunken satanists during the golden hour.
ISTP: They really like sex. Sex is their favorite subject and they feel the need to tell you that frequently. If you don’t update them on your current sexual status, they might get a little bit grumpy. Their pet names for you include “slut” and “bitch”. They read trashy novels and their television choices are questionable to you, but it matters little because you have finally found a roommate that simultaneously respects your boundaries and recognizes you for the asshole you are.
ISFJ: Tea has suddenly become very important to you. You memorized your roommates favorite teas for every occasion, every ailment and every time of day, before you even realized it was happening. You wonder how you know this, without even knowing their last name or what they do for a living. What time do they come in at night? Do they have friends? What kind of music do they listen to? You imagine that they spend most of their time with their family, and at work, but it’s anybodies guess.
ENFJ: The greatest sin of yours, is the sink that you leave untouched. Once a week, they clean it begrudgingly. With passive-aggression with more fervor than all of the crusades. They are experimenting with brewing beer and cider. They are also studying seminary. They never sleep. You try to explain to friends of friends that your roommate is going to be in the ministry, but they never believe you, because they’ve only ever seen your roommate black-out wasted. “Before I was a Christian,” your roommate says drunkenly “I would have considered myself bisexual”. Your eyes have never rolled so far back into your head. You really wish you could light a joint about now.
ESTJ: Late night chats about the economy have never been so interesting, but really, they are not interesting enough. Why in the fuck are you living with a business major? You down another beer and go to bed with a nauseous feeling in your stomach.
INTJ: You constantly wonder to yourself if the moderately clean kitchen is worth your roommate’s “quirks”. They haven’t really done anything, but you’re afraid of them. You’re too afraid to tell them that they are listening to their audiobooks of The Foundation Trilogy too loud, and you’re too afraid to tell them that you don’t like how they’ve replaced all of the regular lightbulbs with red ones. Your sense of reality starts to disintegrate. Is that blood in the fridge? Are those dildos? Their is a stack of papers on the coffee table which, as far as you know, are comprised entirely with the digits of pi.
ESFJ: You still can’t get over the fact that your roommate has a sex schedule. And more importantly, no concept of respectful noise levels while they do it.
INFJ: You finally found that roommate that will just share quiet, peaceful company with you. You play Okami, and they work on their novel. You write your essays, and they put on Star Wars. No words, just good vibes. However, things have started to get weird since their SO broke up with them. They adopted a dog without your permission, and they’re taking it back to the shelter tomorrow because a two bedroom apartment isn’t big enough for a greyhound. They keep asking you to cuddle them, and you are running out of polite ways to say “fuck off”.
(All info is culled directly from in-game references; gif was made by me - if you want to use it in something else, please ask &/or give me credit. Thanks so much! <3)
~ Background Canon ~
Seems to have little/no respect for people who sleep around and/or put sex before other, more important things
Was (possibly) in the Army
Has a Boston Terrier named Betsy (likes to pretend she’s a pit bull)
Likes to tell elaborate (and sometimes graphic) stories. (Are they true? No one but Robert knows.)
Knows how to fake people out (i.e. good poker face?)
Sends texts/messages like a teenager
Believes hitting a child would be despicable
Insists on watching movie credits to the VERY end
Has a daughter named Val who lives in Brooklyn; she works for some ‘news media online magazine thing’ and makes a lot of money doing it.
He’s unsure of Val’s age, but thinks it’s maybe 25 or 26
He refers to Brooklyn as ‘home’ (…so what does that make Maple Bay?)
Carries a fully-stocked first aid kit in his truck
Has an unconventional sense of humor
Has a tendency to say exactly what he means…and then pretend like he didn’t mean it
Not the most talkative of people, generally speaking
Thinks River has an ‘old soul’
His wife’s name was Marilyn; she died in an ‘accident’.
He has a ‘long, wicked scar across his pecs’ (supposedly from a bike accident with Val)
Has a tattoo on his left hand, shaped a little like a compass rose
The mention of cannibalism reminded him of the last time he went skiing. (Just another ‘story’?)
Claims his leather jacket has been in his family a long time, and that it’s ‘cursed’
Seems to have done a lot of thinking about killing someone. “It’s not just their life, you know. It’s their hopes and dreams draining away. Every memory and experience they’ve ever had…gone.”
This guy may not look it, but he’s smart! Knows who Hemingway is, has heard of capybaras, is a classic film buff, knows random Bible verses by heart…
Robert’s hands are calloused and covered in little white scars.
Got stabbed in Louisiana…or was it Kentucky…?
Isn’t a ‘sore loser’
Drives a VERY old red pickup truck.
House is filled with sleek, modern appliances; a big flat-screen TV; and shelves upon shelves of DVDs
~ Likes/Dislikes Canon ~
Has at least a mild interest in sports of some kind and a preferred team that he roots for
Likes Paranormal Ice Road Truckers, but isn’t a fan of TV in general
Likes war documentaries
Doesn’t like small talk
Doesn’t like being called Rob (…or Bobert) - ‘buddy’ seems to be okay?
Likes to go camping (but hasn’t been after what happened last time)
Digs old movies from the 30′s and 40s
Takes the creation of movies VERY seriously
Likes Tom Waits and Santana
Likes to whittle and is pretty good at it
Smokes like a chimney (if all the ashtrays in his house are any indication.)
Enjoys the Criterion Collection
~ Food/Drink Canon ~
Likes whiskey… A LOT - especially shots
When it comes to alcohol, rarely takes ‘no’ for an answer
Likes white zinfandel because it’s delicious, fruity, and refreshing
LOVES pineapple on his pizza
Thinks Jim and Kim’s is the best bar in town
Occasionally hangs out at The Coffee Spoon
~ Sex/Romance Canon ~
Talks dirty…very dirty
Enjoys leaving hickeys…lots of them
Rough enough in bed to leave a person feeling sore and ‘creaky’ afterwards
When his lover says ‘no’ or ‘stop’ he takes it seriously
Recognizes that he’s an emotional wreck/emotionally unavailable…and is honest about it
~ Memorable Quotes ~
“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything, but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
“Too many people think that they have to fill the dead air with noise. Personally I think they’re afraid of the silence. Or they’re afraid of what the other person is gonna think of the silence…learn to be comfortable with silence.”
“I respect your opinion. And I will fight with my life for your right to say it. But where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s your sense of taste? Why won’t you love yourself?”
“The juciness of the pineapple paired with the tanginess of the sauce is a flavor combination that everyone should experience at least once, if not a thousand times more. Pineapple on pizza is one of the few things in life that I genuinely and thoroughly enjoy. Please. Please just do this for me. No - do this for yourself.”
“That popcorn-ass drivel the mass media is shoving down your throat will only make you dumber and sadder. You of all people should strive for a higher standard in the art you consume.”
“Are you kidding me? I would never hit a child. That would be despicable.”
“This is my Thinking Bench. I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding per day. Filling quotas…A lot of people underestimate the senses of a man who broods.”
“I’m so many levels of irony deep that I’ve forgotten what humor is.”
“I was so busy chasing after all of these things that I thought would make me happy that I didn’t think about anyone else. All I cared about was myself.”
“Maybe I’m just built like this. Or maybe I do it to myself. Maybe it’s my own choice I’m as unhappy as I am.”
“I’m working on my relationship with existence.”
“Long live the king, baby.”
“I spent my whole life only taking, and taking, and taking. And now here I am, an old, broken man sitting on top of a pile of everything I’ve ever taken. Alone.”
“I spent so much time chasing after things I thought were gonna make me happy that I ruined my only real chance at happiness.”
“You know, every day for me is a battle against my own self-destructive habits.”
Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Unrequited!Hoseok x Reader, unrequited!Taehyung x reader.
Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, Alcoholism, hurt/comfort
authors note: Hey guys! I’m so stunned by the positive responses I’ve gotten from everyone~ I’m so glad that everyone loves IDCIIH so much. Also- I'm nearing finals week, It’s unlikely that this story will be updated until after my finals are over.
wine mom Seokjin and Namjoon are my favorite fight me on this. also, Healthy Jimin is my kink.
Song to play during this chapter: press your number ~ taemin
It didn’t surprise you; what was waiting when your alarm went off. Jimin stretched, eyes tired from where he had taken up shop curled around your feet. “Master Namjoon left a note on your door when he left a little while ago.” He said. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like he hadn’t slept a wink.
Before washing up and getting ready for your classes (which started in a few hours) you opened your door to get the note. It was one of your brother’s little quirks, it made you a little happy, knowing you where the only one he’d rather talk too in person than text.
Something came up, Seokjin will cook on Friday night. Sorry. Going with Suga to Busan, Be back WEDS, Love you. – RM
You sighed rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tucking the note into one of the drawers by your vanity.
so here's a scenario for you- the sole survivor is one of the best people the companions have met. however, they seem to be the only one that thinks that - as anyone who meets the sole survivor is rude, overly mad, and even blames them for things that aren't the sole's fault - even other companions (other than the ones in the react). can we get a companions react to one more person being rude to the sole - and the companion's had enough of people being rude?
Cait: She snaps. She whirls around, catches the offender by the lapels of their coat, and shoves them up against the nearest wall. “Alright, listen up, you fuckwit son of a bitch.” Her fists grip tighter, and her knuckles turn white. She goes nose to nose with her prey. “Sole is one of the best people you’ll ever have the fuckin’ luxury to know. And if I hear you say shit about them one more time, I’ll beat yer ass so hard you won’t shit right for a week.”
Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I’ve had enough!” he blurts. He flinches when all eyes turn on him, but pushes on. “You’ve done nothing but kind things for these people, and sacrificed so much to be here. I can’t- I can’t stand seeing them be so rude to you! And I-I know it doesn’t mean much, from me, I know no one listens to me, but.” He turns and addresses the crowd. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves!”
Curie: “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she exclaims, rounding on the person. She wags a scolding finger at them, looking like an indignant schoolteacher. “Sole has been nothing but good and kind to me, and everyone else we’ve met! The only reason any of you have been unkind is because of small-minded fears and prejudices. Well, no more. Sole deserves all the respect and kindness in the world.”
Danse: “I suggest you keep your mouth shut, civilian.” Danse rises to his full height, looking very imposing in his power armor and fierce glare. “Maybe you are incapable of respecting good people when you see them, but this person is better and more capable than you’ll ever be. Perhaps you should learn when to pick your battles, instead of insulting people with more honor in their little finger than you have in your entire body.”
Deacon: “Let he who has committed no sin cast the first stone, am I right?” he snaps back. He glances at Sole. “That’s the line, right?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushes on. “Maybe you should stay out of other people’s business, ‘kay? You don’t want me insulting you just because you haven’t brushed your teeth for three weeks and smell like you hit your kids, or something. Just, like, have a little respect. We don’t all need to be assholes.”
Dogmeat: He growls at them, even snapping his jaws if he finds them particularly repulsive. He won’t do anything unless Sole commands it, but he makes sure to glare at and snarl at the insulting person whenever they’re around.
Hancock: His eyes narrow, black depths glimmering. He steps forward, between the jerk and Sole, somehow looming over them regardless of any difference in height. “I think you were talking to the wrong person,” Hancock says, brandishing a knife, shining in the light. “’Cause I’m a real bastard. I own that. But Sole? Nah. They’ve never done anything to you, and never will.” He points his knife towards the curve of their neck. “Me, though…”
Nick Valentine: “Don’t do this.” Suddenly he’s all sharp and angry, losing his temper in the blink of an eye. “You remember how you treated me, years ago, when I was a newbie to this town and your kind loathed me?” He jerks a thumb to his chest. “How’d that work out for you? Maybe you should think before you speak.” He’s almost like a disappointed father, berating and shaming the jerk into mumbling an apology.
MacCready: “Well, you- you suck!” he shouts, glowering at them over his shoulder. It sounds way lamer than he imagined it in his head, though, and the jerk laughs at him. So he marches forward, all short and thin and furious. “Yeah, laugh, go right ahead. You won’t be laughing when I- when I pop your head from a hundred miles away, asshole.” The use of profanity is lost on the stranger, but Sole gasps, and Mac feels a little proud.
Piper: “How dare you?” she snaps, jabbing a finger into their chest. “After everything Sole’s done for you? What? What are you saying about me, too. Are you saying I’m dumb for traveling with them? ‘Cause, hoo-boy, buddy, believe you me, I’m not as nice as Sole. I’ll- I’ll fight you. I will! Let’s just- let’s go out back. Right now. You and me. Mano-e-mano. Or, uh… Persono… e… woman-o. Yeah. Let’s go. Let’s do this.” Sole has to drag her away, still shouting.
Preston: He turns on the person, looking stern. “Have you ever fought for anything?” he demands. “Sole has given up so much to support the Commonwealth, and never gets a word of thanks for it. Before you judge them, before you blame them, maybe you should think about what we’re trying to accomplish, in the long run.” He gets up on his soapbox and gives a heartfelt speech. People are inspired. Old women cry. He kisses a baby afterwards.
Strong: He twitches. Before anyone can stop him, he’s got one meaty paw around the offender’s neck, giving it a pinch to see how the person squirms. Everyone rushes to stop him, but he looks to Sole, ignoring the other humans. “Strong break?” he asks, waiting for the order.
X6-88: He seems calm at first. “Should I kill them, Mx. Sole?” he asks, almost pleasant. Sole says no, of course, but that doesn’t stop him. He tracks them down, later, and is waiting in their house when they come home that day. He takes off his sunglasses, and somehow, that’s more terrifying than anything else. “You shouldn’t have spoken to Sole like that,” he says, and suddenly there’s a knife in his hand. “I’ll make sure you don’t make that mistake again.”