is this what they do in switzerland

Jojo Fights

PART I
Jonathan: Sunny Delight Overdrive!
*one meaty Hamon-infused punch into an exploding zombie face*

PART II
Joseph: No, but you see, when you tore off that square of toilet paper, you were not actually destroying my channel of Hamon, but simply bringing the ply that I infused with the Ripple even closer to your face! Now you will say, “But I already wiped my nose with it!”
Pillar Man: But I already wiped my nose with it! *explodes into a pile of molten Aztec god* (Pillar Man, to self: Little does Joestar know that my duodenum has survived his Hamon blow, and shall slip into a Switzerland-bound envelope along with the Red Stone of Aja!)

PART III
Jotaro: Yare yare daze…you though your stand, a werewolf that can turn its claws into knives, could defeat my Star Platinum. But you didn’t prepare for this, the Star Kneecap! *Star Platinum’s kneecap flips over and flies into the air, turning into a moon that burns the werewolf with silver light* ORA ORA ORA!!!

PART IV
Josuke: you thought your broken stand, Blood Sugar Sex Magic, could level this block. But you didn’t count on what I can do with broken things.
*Crazy Diamond reforms a flattened stop sign Josuke is standing on, flinging him directly at the enemy’s face with a hail of punches*
Josuke: DORADORADORA!
Enemy stand user with a normal but mildly uncommon Japanese name: Alright, I’m your friend now.

PART V
*Mista takes a hail of razor tipped leaves to the chest and collapses to the ground.*
Mista: alright, you may have me on all f- threes and another hand, but as soon as I reload, you’re fucked!
*Giorno steps from the shadows*
Giorno: ah, yes, I was also here but decided not to do anything until my friend was eviscerated. *heals Mista* Ah yes, now, Mr. Pischetti N. Meatbalzo, here is another thing my stand can do sometimes.
*Gold Experience punches Pischetti, sending him reeling with sensory overload as he perceives time too fast for his body to handle*
Gold Experience can also do this thing.
*turns one of Mista’s spent shell casings into a scorpion that runs up Pischetti’s trousers. Pischetti then crushes it in a panic, collapsing his own ribcage and killing him instantly.*

PART VI
Vera Wang: ah, you see, you’ve fallen for my trap. You opened a bottle I left on the floor filled with water that reflected the light of my Stand, All Eyez on Me, and now your stomach is going to fill with Sasquatch hair until you turn into a cryptid.
Jolyne: Yare Yare dawa…how pointless. See, I increased the tensile strength of my stomach’s string and had Anasui shape it into a Klein bottle. Now I can never be filled with any kind of cryptid hair.
*Diver Down retracts from Jolyne’s body*
Anasui: can I smell your hair now?
Jolyne: no, Anasui

PART VI
Johnny: Yeah, come out and play, you shit head gunslinger! (To self: calm down Johnny…don’t blow all your fingernails in a panic)
Money Cash: Alright there partner, looks like I found you!
*Johnny fires off three of his fingernails in a panic, missing Money Cash completely*
Money Cash: Now, don’t go getting any crazy ideas. My stand, Sorry Ms. Jackson, prevents any kind of injury unless you beat me in a game of Battleship. Also my cousin has the same stand for some reason.
*Johnny panics again, firing off another 4 fingernails.*
Johnny: Gyro, halp. Gyro, pls.

PART VIII
Sato Aparachin: ah, my stand, Rock Around the Clock, cannot be bested. See, I am a rock human. And despite our many glaring weaknesses and no real advantages, I believe myself invincible!
Josuke: ah, see, but my Stand, Soft & Wet, has plundered your ability to win. I have taken its bubble into myself, so now I can double win!
Sato Aparachin: alright, that hardly seems fair.
Josuke: It isn’t. Can you help me find muh memories?
Sato Aparachin: No, I hate you. Stay away from muh fruit
Josuke: Muh memories!
Sato Aparachin: muh fruit

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ʚ 21th mar 2017 ɞ

it’s bujo time!! so here is my so late last week’s bujo spread♡ ft. minyoongi & spring day by bts! i’m thinking of making switzerland trip’s spread tho, what do you guys think? anyway, have a nice day/night!!

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hetabook series: #4 
     france, prussia, and spain are a force to be reckoned with on facebook

Woops, someone skipped the ‘Camouflage’ chapter in the stick insect handbook! A colourful new species, Calvisia kneubuehleri, was discovered in South Vietnam by researchers Joachim Bresseel and Jérôme Constant from our Institute. While the nymphs of C. kneubuehleri do a great job at hiding, conforming to the “master of camouflage” reputation of the stick insects, the adult ones show flashy red, yellow and blue colours. It is not yet clear in what way this Picasso-like look is helping them to survive. Maybe the bright colours are warning predators that the insect is toxic, but this requires further investigation.

The species is named after Dr. Bruno Kneubühler (Lucerne, Switzerland), who designed an innovative method for breeding the species. Amongst other things, he managed to extend the incubation period by keeping the eggs at lower temperature for several months. This allowed the eggs to hatch in spring, when food plants were available again. As a citizen scientist, Bruno helped breeding the walking sticks in captivity, allowing a larger set of specimens to work on. He also documented the nymphs, so Joachim and Jérôme were able to describe those as well.

Oh, and by the way, our two taxonomists described the second largest insect in the world (a stick of course) in 2014.

stuff I appreciate on “Yuri on Ice”
  • Yuri is a character that struggles with his weight, and he is a professional athlete. This isn’t a one time comment or information from an interview, it is an actual character trait and something as simple as showing what Yuri eats maintains this consistently.
  • Yuri had a bit of a crush on Yuko when they were children, but the fact they never got together doesn’t mean they are no longer friends; they care for each other, for each other’s families, root for each other and are always happy when the other is happy
  • on top of that Yuko is married to Takeshi, and Takeshi is a good friend of Yuri’s as well. The Nishigori marriage are easily Yuri’s closest friends in Japan and their daughters are fans of him too.
  • Yuri doesn’t get on Yurio’s level whenever Yurio is mean to him, the only time Yuri competes against Yurio is on the rink when they are skating cause they are both professional skaters. Yuri, an adult, does not fight a teenager but doesn’t let him win either.
  • Yuri’s friends support Yurio as well. Even if Yurio is still pissed at Viktor, Yurio does communicate with Yuko and her family and doesn’t treat them badly for being Yuri’s friends.
  • this may seem like a small thing but, the main pairing in this show is made out of two adults. Yes it may not seem like much but if this was any type of Yaoi, a literal child would wind up portrayed as the one having a romance with his coach.
  • Yuri’s problems are stated as being psychological. Mental and emotional issues affect your life and it is ok to portray that.
  • Yuri’s previous coach still talks to him and is proud of him, same as his ballet teacher. Just because you changed careers or are trying something new, that doesn’t mean that all the people you knew before are gone from your life.
  • Yurio is not used to loosing, but upon loosing to someone else that he looked down on he changed strategies and stepped up his game.
  • Yuri is not afraid to be selfish anymore. People praise selflessness, but that shouldn’t come in the way of not moving forward. Yes you can want someone else’s affection, you deserve to win at what you are working on, you deserve to feel important and to not let others tell you otherwise.
  • you can be an adult and still decide to do something new with your life
  • Yuri’s parents don’t know anything about his career besides “he got a good rank we guess”. I actually relate to this a lot cause no one in my family has the same career as me, not even distant cousins, so there’s only so much of what I do that they can actually understand.
  • that said, just because they don’t get it, this doesn’t mean they don’t support it. Sometimes all your parents know to do with what you like is tell you “sure go ahead” and that’s a form of encouragement. They found a dance teacher for Yuri and let him ice skate (which is probably not cheap) and they always watch his competitions.
  • this is an international competition. And we have people from at least 3 continents representing that. A character from Thailand? can’t remember seeing that elsewhere, a dude from Switzerland? Azerbaijan too? the Chinese boy is not a kung fu stereotype? and the American one is Latino?!?!? yes please
  • Yuri is one of those people who downplay themselves so much, that they can’t imagine other people thinking that they are amazing. But yes, you are amazing, someone thinks so, and it is ok to not fully believe that yourself at first, but don’t discourage others from looking up to you as they have their reasons for doing so.

Shall We Sing
6k, Yuuri/Viktor, Sochi GPF AU with Phichit and karaoke I guess??
for @somethingaboutnoodles

For some unfathomable reason, the room is definitely upside down.

Okay, maybe not definitely.  If the room is upside down, then everything is all topsy-turvy isn’t it, and that meant that one can’t be totally sure of anything.  Maybe they built the room this way (though Yuuri can’t remember noticing this earlier, which, wouldn’t he have? His memory has sprung a leak on that front, and most other fronts).  Maybe this is right way up, and the rest of the universe was upside down.  Maybe it’s Maybelline.

He giggles.  His abs hurt.

Ow.  Why do they hurt?  His legs too, but his legs always hurt, and goddamn do his feet always hurt, because he’s an idiot who decided to destroy them for a living.  He remembers Minako’s mangled feet and giggles again.

Ouch.

Right, he’s investigating.  He lifts his head up- and lifts his head up- and lifts his head up further, wow that’s a long way to lift it, and-

Oh.  The room isn’t upside down.  He is.

Who knew that pole dancing was such a good workout?

He laughs and lets himself flop back down to look at the upside down room again.  There’s blood and champagne rushing to his head and it feels great, he should live like this, always hanging by his thighs while everything is spinning around him.

“Yuuri!” someone says near his head.  “I think you can come down now, you already beat me.”

“I did?” Yuuri asks, positively delighted.  He doesn’t think he’s beaten anyone today- oh, but who needs to think about skating when there’s pole dancing.  He squints at the blurry figure.  “Chris!” he yells once the two faces converge into one.  “Chris I beat you!”  He laughs again.  It’s fucking hilarious.

Chris’ face is still blurry and upside down and spinning.  “Do you need help getting down?” he asks, hands already reaching for what is definitely not a let-me-help-you area, no thank you sir.  Yuuri swats at his hand and misses.

“Heyyy,” he says.  “I know I’m hot stuff but you’d better watch those gropey mcgropers, mister… mister touchy.”

“Mister touchy?”

Yuuri grabs for the pole behind his head.  He totally remembers how to get down from here.  “Shut up, I can speak Switzerland perfectly fine.”  He pauses.  “English.  I speak English, and Japanese.  You’re Switzerland.”

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Title: Dark Chocolate

Title: Dark Chocolate
Type: Slight angst, SecretAdmirer!Jaehyun
Characters: Reader X Jaehyun (ft. Johnny)
Word Count: 2,022

A/N: I don’t even know why I wrote this but please enjoy loves!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.


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Auston Matthews #17

Requested by  siriuslynore:  Hi! I was wondering if you could do Auston Matthews imagine about being in a relationship with him and it’s based on the song Miles Away by Memphis May Fire? Thank you !:)

*Hiiii!! Thank you so much and I hope you like this one. My sister was once obsessed with Kellin and OMG is Copeland a cutie or not? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! :)*

Word count: 787

Originally posted by willynylanders

Sitting on his now-too small childhood bed, you watched Auston zip the last of his bags. Moving your eyes, you counted the hockey gear luggage and other packed suitcases scattered on the floor – all ready for his big move to Toronto. He won’t be leaving until the end of the week but you can already feel the sadness slowly starting to envelop you.

As he dropped the duffel bag, he sat beside you on the bed and sighed, “that’s it.”

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Auston Matthews - Reunited

After reading so many Auston stories I thought I’d give it a go at my own. Written at midnight so forgive me if there are errors.
Prompt: you’re unexpectedly about to reunite with your childhood best friend over dinner at his family’s house. Feelings from the past 10 years will come up.
Word count: 1391
Warnings: none. All fluff.
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You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle unable to move after the mother of your childhood best friend invited you over for dinner that evening. Auston Matthews is coming back home to Arizona and you haven’t seen him in years. You two used to be inseparable. In elementary he’d go on and on about the zamboni to you and you’d tease him for loving a sport on ice when you live in the desert.
Auston freaking Matthews. Damn, you missed that name. Since he’d gone off to Switzerland to pursue hockey you two hadn’t been as close. But, now, you were hoping for the best. You have less than 4 hours to get yourself together to be reunited with the only boy who would play rough with you during recess in elementary.
Once you snap to, you immediately check out of the grocery store and hurry home. What do you wear tonight? How should you do your hair? Does it even matter? He’s always seen you as such a tomboy. You have his number jersey already. Should you just wear that? Is that over thinking it? What. Do. You. DO?!
You’re laying down in your bed as all these questions fill your head. There’s a photo of you two, probably around 10 years old, tacked to your cork board above your desk. Auston has a smirk on his face and his elbow resting on your shoulder as your arms are crossed with a look of annoyance. Yeah, he wouldn’t care too much if you showed up in ripped jeans and a messy ponytail. You’ve always been that comfortable around him.
You decide to put on a light amount of make up, (unripped) jeans, and a nice floral blouse.
You still can’t believe Auston is coming home for such a short amount of time and his mother wants you to join them for their intimate family time together.
Also tacked to your cork board, directly underneath your photo together, is a wristband that says “best friends” on it. You two got them in 6th grade when you went to an arcade together and completely demolished him in every shooting game you both played.
You leave your house around sunset with your 6th grade bracelet hugging your wrist. You hope it’ll be a good conversation starter so you and Auston can easily fall back into the swing of things. As you are approaching his family’s house your stomach is filled with butterflies.
Stepping up to the front door you take a deep breath and exhale as many of the nerves you’ve built up that you can. You ring the door bell and wait. Playing with your thumbs as you hear footsteps approach the door.
“Hey!” Auston answers as he swings open the door. He immediately pulls you in for a big hug. “(Y/N) I’ve missed you!”
You’re completely caught up in his embrace. “I’ve missed you as well, Auston.”
As you both pull out of the sincere embrace he takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
“Mom just finished hooking it UP with dinner. You came just in time.” He smiles at you as you’re led into the dining room. You say, “hi.” To his parents and sister.
Dinner was amazing. You realized you also missed his mom’s cooking. She’d always make meals when you’d go over in the summertime to play. The dinner consisted of small talk and mostly his dad bugging him to know all the details of living in Canada and hockey. The entire time you were sitting next to Auston and he’d look over every few minutes with a smile and thank you for joining them.
Once dinner is over, the entire family excuses themselves for their nightly routine. Auston takes you into his parent’s backyard to continue the night. You two sit down on a lovely cushioned bench under the starry Arizona sky.
“How are you?” He asks. Genuinely wanting a truthful answer.
You shrugged, “I still live in Arizona so I don’t think I’m as well off as you.” He laughs and nods in agreement.
“I’m really glad my mom bumped into you today. I had lost your number when I moved out and really wanted to see you.” He said, scooting closer to you on the bench so your legs were touching.
“I’m glad too.” You smile and look down at your feet. He begins to run his finger across your wristband. “Wow, you still have this?” He asked.
“I know, silly, right?” You say. A bit embarrassed now that you actually wore it.
He lifts your chin with his finger and smiles at you.
“Yeah, silly.” He smirks.
“Ah, Auston Matthews. King of teasing me.” You say as you playfully push at his chest. He chuckles and then reaches to hold your hand. His fingers now interlaced with yours.
“Thank you for wearing this. I realize you’re the only person in this city who I can still have a good talk with without any of my career stuff being the main focus.” He states as he kisses your hand adorned with the best friend bracelet on it.
You smile at him, “well, Mr. big-shot hockey man. What made you think I came over to do anything else other than grovel over your Hockey God existence??” You both burst into laughter.
“Oh, I definitely missed this. Thank you.” He sighs while letting go of your hand and proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You easily rest your body against his and are content with the next few moments of silence. You grab his hand that’s resting in his lap. Both of your hands exploring his fingers and caressing his palm. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He says, sounding a little shakey.
“Auston Matthews, am I making you nervous?” You giggle.
“Honestly? The thought of seeing you again scared me so much. I remember you being the only girl to challenge me at anything. Damn,(Y/N) you knew how to push my buttons.” He laughs. You kiss his thumb that you’ve been playing with.
“Thank you for not changing one bit, Auston.” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from yours and places it on your jaw. Moving your face towards his.
His eyes explore your expression as your heart is practically beating out of your chest. His thumb caressing the side of your face. You begin blushing and try to turn away.
He whispers, “please… I’ve been waiting since the 3rd grade to do this.” And pulls your face back towards his leaving no room between your lips. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back.
It’s slow and loving. He takes his time giving you sweet pecks and runs his hand down your back. This sends a chill up your spine and goosebumps appear all over your body.
You pull away, trying to catch your breath. This kissing wasn’t intense but you had so many nerves worked up since you had also been waiting a long time to do that. You both giggle into each other. Leaning your foreheads against each other.
“(Y/N) again, I can’t thank you enough for showing up.” He said. A wide smile gleaming across his face. He has your coral colored lipstick on his lips and you erupt into laughter. Seeing how good your lipstick looks on him makes you want to kiss him more. Not so much that he looks good but that it’s empowering to see it on him. It gives you the same feeling you had years ago when you had beat him at all those arcade games in the 6th grade.
“You have a little something on your lips,” you finally explain why you laughed so suddenly after he was trying to have a genuine moment with you.
“Oh, do I??” He grins then attacking your cheek and neck with tickling kisses.
You laugh, “okay, okay I think it’s gone. Whatever was on your lips is gone”
You cuddle up to his warm body as he wraps his arms around you.
“I could stay like this forever, Matthews,” you whisper as you draw circles on his arm with your finger tips.
“Then, stay forever.” He suggests as he gives you a tight squeeze.

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

  • Finland: Mister President... um... how are we going to deal with... well, this!
  • Urho Kekkonen: being stuck between two superpowers in another one of their stupid wars is bad, huh...
  • Finland: what should we do... Russia would definitely try to get me to join him... somehow...
  • Urho Kekkonen: Oh, I've got an idea! We can be like Switzerland in this one!
  • Finland: You mean neutrality?
  • Urho Kekkonen: Yep! And on the plus side, we can trade with both NATO and the Warsaw Pact, and watch them slowly crumble while we take advantage of their economy!
  • Finland: ... that is like Switzerland...
An Evening at the Germanic Household
  • Prussia: I DON'T WANNA DIE!
  • Germania: What are yo-
  • Prussia: I SOMETIMES WISH I'D NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALLLLLLL!!
  • Germania: Stop this at once.
  • Germany: *busts through the door* I SEE A LITTLE SILLOUETTO OF A MAN!
  • Switzerland: SCARAMOUCHE, SCARAMOUCHE, WILL YOU DO THE FANDANGO-
  • Germania: Oh come on. Austria, tell me you're not-
  • Austria: *aggressively playing piano* THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING ME!
  • Germania: You know what I'm done. I accept my death.
the afternoon, the evening; the cups, the tea

Title: the afternoon, the evening; the cups the tea
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Rating/Length: PG-13 / ~14,000
Summary: They don’t have much time, but Chris and Darren find a few days to hide away during the Carnival of Basel in Switzerland.

This story exists as a part of the Prufrock ‘verse, but can be read as a stand-alone fic.

Written for @fandomtrumpshate, auction bid won by @stopandimaginelove. Thank you to @accidentalacoustics and @alittledizzy for putting their eyes on it.

[AO3]

among some talk of you and me…

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“You’re crazy.”

“You say that so often I think it means I love you.”  Darren looked up from his laptop with a grin.  Chris sat on the other end of the couch, frowning at his own glowing screen and not responding.  Darren scrunched his nose. “Not so much?”

“This is a Bad Idea,” Chris commented instead, tapping at the keyboard with impatient fingers.

“Did you say that with all caps, or did I just hear it that way?”

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 14

Originally posted by sugaglos

“Y/N. Keep your eyes open.” He said through ragged breaths.

He was still running, the buildings getting closer together and in the opposite direction that you should be going. He was headed back. Surely he wasn’t going all the way back uptown…

The bouncing movement made you feel nauseous and you pressed your nose into his neck to inhale his scent, hoping it would take your mind off the horrible feeling creeping up your throat.

Fortunately your eyes drooped closed and you knocked out instantly against his protests.

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anonymous asked:

I superduper loved the reaper x reader you did for that other anon! Can you please write one where the reaper suddenly comes back into his s/o's life because Talon starts hunting them. Reader is very upset and feels abandoned by reaper but he only stayed away to keep them safe? Thank you!

((A/N - Ayy, I love that you loved it! I’m such a sucker for cliffhangers lmao))

You sunk your hands into the washbowl filled with warm water and bubbles. You grabbed the sponge floating on top and used it to clean the plate you had just eaten from. Taking the plate out of the sink, you placed it onto the drying rack so the excess water could drip off.

Knock. Knock.

“Just a second!” You called out. You picked up the tea towel to wipe the suds off of your hands. You turned the handle of the door down with your dry hand and it flung open.

“How can I he-”

“(Y/N).”

You blinked owlishly. The tea towel you were holding dropped to the floor, arms limp by your side.

“No. No.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I saw you die. You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I had other plans.”

“No. I left that life behind when you died. You’ve caused me enough pain already and you need to leave.”

You backed up to slam the door in their face, but their foot got caught.

Gabriel-”
“The name is Reaper.”
“Whatever. You think you can come into my home and expect me to-”

He shoved the door open, making you lose your grip on the handle and miss your footing. You fell on your backside, looking up at the looming figure standing on your doorstep. A deep sigh escaped you, a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Please, I can’t.”

You broke eye contact with him, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

“(Y/N).”

He closed the front door to your house, stepping over the threshold to crouch down to your level. Cold hands gripped your wrists, trying to pry them away.

“You need to listen to me.” He forced your hands away so you had to look into his eyes. His eyes. They were different to what you used to remember. Piercing red pupils stared into your soul, the chocolate pools you used to know were gone. You choked back a sob.

“Talon are back. They are stronger than ever and they are after you.”

Your brows furrowed. Your past Overwatch days had been spent battling Talon, but they had never been at the top of your list.

“Why?”

Gabriel sighed. He adjusted himself so he was sitting cross legged in front of you, now mimicking your position.

“I.. I am with them. They found out my past and I manged to convince a younger recruit to hack into their systems. (Y/N), they want to kill you because of your relations to me.”

You snapped your hands back from him, arms wrapping around yourself.

“Why are you coming to tell me this?”

“Believe me when I say this, but I stayed away from you for the both of our sakes. I can’t let them get to you, as what they did to me.”

“I.. I’ve made a life for myself here. I left everything behind after Switzerland and I’ve settled down. I don’t want to fight again.”

Reaper was surprised at how small your voice sounded, how exhausted you looked. He felt remorse for not being there for you when it appeared you needed him most.

“You don’t have a choice.”
“You abandoned me!”

You stood up, anger suddenly boiling in your blood, grabbing a glass pot off of the top of your mantlepiece and chucked it in his general direction.

“You think you can stride in here like you own the bloody place and tell me what to do?!”

He had used his arms to cover his face, glass smashing everywhere. He scrambled to his feet, concern etched upon his face.

“Get. Out.”

You had another vase in your hand, ready to throw at him.

“(Y/N), you need to trust me.”
Reaper held his hands up to show he wasn’t going to hurt you, and didn’t plan on it.

You were in a stand off with him; you refused to drop the vase and he refused to back down until you did. That was one thing that you hated about your relationship. You were both as stubborn as each other and you clashed a lot. If what he was saying was true though, you had to go with him to escape and leave everything behind, again. You had to trust him.

You had to trust him.