military business

So I’m not OLD old but I do want to point out that Bush was polling real fucking low before we all went to war in Iraq and that Thatcher was on the brink of irrelevance before the Falklands.

The fact that May’s cabinet* is being militaristic and belligerent toward Spain and that POTUS 45 has launched 50 warheads into Syria is a political act to solidify authority.

In the coming months the UK and USA are going to have patriotism and glory-baiting shoved down our throats.

So remember these things:

1) War is hell, don’t let your representatives condone it.

2) You can support the men and women in the armed forces as individuals without supporting the military-imperial business model.

3) Times of war are when leaders must be held the most accountable for their actions, not rallied behind for the greater good.

The UK Government has yet to issue any new statement regarding military action in Syria. This is not a good time to live in.

Peace is an open hand, not a Tomahawk warhead.

*EDIT: William Hague is a Tory Life Peer, former party leader, former First Secretary of State, and Former Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, among other titles. While not part of the Cabinet as claimed, he is still politically relevant.

On February 23, 1945 (72 years ago today) a 40-man patrol of U.S. Marines, not knowing if they would reach the top or not, summited the 545-foot extinct, volcano of Mount Suribachi and raised the first American flag over Japanese soil. Later, a second Marine patrol reached the top and raised a second, larger flag so the entire island could see the stars and stripes waving in the wind. Secretary of the Navy, James Forrestal, who witnessed the flag raising said, “The raising of that flag on Suribachi means a Marine Corps for the next five hundred years.”

Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

Code of THUG LIFE:

1. All new Jacks to the game must know: a) He’s going to get rich. b) He’s going to jail. c) He’s going to die.

2. Crew Leaders: You are responsible for legal/financial payment commitments to crew members; your word must be your bond.

3. One crew’s rat is every crew’s rat. Rats are now like a disease; sooner or later we all get it; and they should too.

4. Crew leader and posse should select a diplomat, and should work ways to settle disputes. In unity, there is strength!

5. Car jacking in our Hood is against the Code.

6.Slinging to children is against the Code.

7. Having children slinging is against the Code.

8. No slinging in schools.

9. Since the rat Nicky Barnes opened his mouth; ratting has become accepted by some. We’re not having it.

10. Snitches is outta here.

11. The Boys in Blue don’t run nothing; we do. Control the hood, and make it safe for squares.

12. No slinging to pregnant Sisters. That’s baby killing; that’s genocide!

13.Know your target, who’s the real enemy.

14. Civilians are not a target and should be spared.

15. Harm to children will not be forgiven.

16. Attacking someone’s home where their family is known to reside, must be altered or checked.

17. Senseless brutality and rape must stop.

18. Our old folks must not be abused.

19.Respect our Sisters. Respect our Brothers.

20. Sisters in the Life must be respected if they respect themselves.

21. Military disputes concerning business areas within the community must be handled professionally and not on the block.

22.No shooting at parties.

23.Concerts and parties are neutral territories; no shooting!

24.Know the Code; it’s for everyone.

25.Be a real ruff neck. Be down with the code of the Thug Life.

26.Protect yourself at all times.

“I didn’t create T.H.U.G. L.I.F.E., I diagnosed it.”

—  Tupac Shakur

Context: I’m a Gnome Bard named Dux Vass in a party of Elves and a Half-Elf. We just joined a mercenary company called the Golden Sun Company in Taldor. In our campaign, many of the mercenary companies are being hired by Taldor to fight a proxy war with Cheliax in Andoran. With this serious tone, you’d think our party would act professional when waiting in the courtyard of Cassomir Keep for Aux. Colonel Hardan to show up. Nah, son. Here’s what went down.

While three of us were waiting in the courtyard, our Elf Druid Valent took a short detour to the general store and bought a net. He walked into the courtyard and starts walking towards us with his net in hand.

Valent: Hey guys, look at this net I just bought!

Me: I fling myself into the net!

DM, without missing a beat: Roll to grapple.

Me: What?! *dying with laughter, rolls 14*

Valent: *rolls a 15*

DM: Dux, you are now tangled in the net. Valent, you’ve caught a gnome! You’re now holding a mess of net with small limbs sticking out from it. Congratulations, guys! You’ve made a scene in Cassomir Keep courtyard.

Party: *dying with laughter for a good minute*

When Valent set me down, I could have rolled to get out of it myself, but that would have risked breaking his new net. Imagine a very flustered Elf unfolding a very distressed gnome from a net in the hub of noble and military business. It’s worth noting now that this is my first tabletop RPG, so I wasn’t expecting to grapple with my party at all on my first session.

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Imperial Problem Child-verse. Luke occasionally sneaks aboard the Executor. (Well, Piett knows his main routes.) Sometimes, Vader knows​ he's there immediately. Other times, Vader doesn't realize until he spots Luke huddled in a chair in Vader's quarters. There's no pattern to it, until Ahsoka mentions factions of the Alliance wanting to use Luke against Vader.

The first two-ish times he’s found unexpectedly on the Executor, he’s embarrassed about it, almost ashamed. He’s very conflicted about hiding out on an enemy vessel – the Rebels and the Empire haven’t stopped being at war on his account, and this is probably technically some kind of traitorous – and he tries to leave as secretly as he arrived.

The third or fourth time, Vader knew he was there as soon as he dropped out of hyperspace, and met him in a private hangar. Those “visits”, while still a little awkward at first, definitely helped make Luke more comfortable with being on the ship. (Which was what Vader wanted. Can’t very well plan a coup when your primary co-conspirator is too scared to visit you).

Then sometimes he’s busy with military matters, and he can sense Luke near, but he’s not entirely focused on that, and figures Luke just has the bond between them wide open. He does that sometimes when they’re discussing neutral matters.But then when he goes back to his chambers, there’s Luke sitting in a desk chair that’s much too large for him, tinkering with an old mouse droid right in the middle of the desk and he can’t help thinking this is probably what would’ve happened anyway if he’d raised Luke himself.

Luke doesn’t even look up, just mumbles “Hi” and keeps working. He gets shooed out of the chair, inevitably, so his father can work, but sits nearby on the floor with the droid and his tools in a very comfortable silence. 

But then sometimes in subsequent visits (he’s going to give the security patrols coronaries one of these days) he’s troubled, and seems to want some kind of reassurance from Vader (who isn’t entirely sure what to do, but he’s trying guys. Well, sort of). There’s a period of about a month or so where this happens pretty frequently. Then Vader happens to run across Ahsoka by accident (she’s in disguise in some foreign market and he decides he doesn’t actually want to know what she’s doing there) who mentions that the Alliance is a large large organization and there are some who want to use Luke against Vader.

The next time Luke visits, Vader is kind of….well Luke doesn’t want to use the word clingy, but he’s not letting Luke out of his sight. More so than usual. 
“Why do people want me to kill you?” Luke eventually complains.
“There are a great many reasons, I am sure, my son,” Vader answers dryly, “Shall I list them chronologically, or alphabetically?”

MBTI Subtypes

Today’s subtypes: The Si-doms!


Si-expressive: A rather calm, cool-headed ISTJ. While not quite laid-back, they tend to be gentle and receptive. They usually have exceptional manners, but are too withholding to ever be confused with a high Fe type. Some can be surprisingly creative and artistic, using internalized mental images/tropes and well-honed technique to create. They tend to be very caring people when it comes to groups they are part of, but they express it through actions rather than words. They are prone to nostalgia and have a silly, playful side that is typically reserved for family members and long-time friends. They are more commonly found in professions that require high attention to detail (ex. accounting, proofreading, nursing, pharmacy) as well as bureaucratic public sector work (the stereotype that ISTJs feel at home behind a desk does hold some truth). They are most commonly Enneagram type 6 or 9.

Te-expressive: These ISTJs are more severe. They do not value propriety as much as they value rules. They are more comfortable accepting leadership positions than the Si-expressive type, but they do not necessarily yearn for them in the same way an ESTJ would. They readily impose their values on the world around them as a means of protecting their Si’s picture of goodness. Working under people with different views than theirs often causes them significant cognitive dissonance. They are less humble than the Si-expressive subtype, and in worst-case scenarios can tend towards the narcissistic side. They are industrious, assertive people who have a strong awareness of what their work is worth. They are more commonly found in emergency services, the military, and sometimes in business. They are most commonly Enneagram type 1 or 3.


Si-expressive: These ISFJs have a graceful bearing and are usually affectionate, patient people. However, they tend towards pessimism and vigilance. They are inhibited, yet quite generous with their time as far as introverts go. They take up tasks without a fuss and tend to be far more intelligent than they let on, showing this more through their competence at what they do than through their manner of conversation. They are organized and pride themselves on this, while they are almost overly modest about other things. They are diplomatic and encouraging, even fawning at times, but their heavy-plodding approach to life and their melancholic demeanor can make them late bloomers in the professional and social worlds. They can have a great deal of trouble self-starting and often see themselves as ineffective. They can feel particularly helpless when it comes to making changes in their own lives or in general - as much as they may dislike a situation, they tend not to see much they can do about it. They like to be around people but will tend to simply soak in others’ presence and share in activities than contribute a great deal to conversation. They are hard-working for its own sake rather than for fanfare, and while they are generally not comfortable accepting positions of leadership, they can do surprisingly well in them if they can muster the courage to take them on. They can lapse into a “survival mode” in which they become curt and rushed, even isolating themselves - typically, they feel guilty once this mood passes but in the more maladjusted, these seasons of paranoid behavior can become a comfortable, deeply-ingrained habit. They are more often found in hospitality/service professions as well as certain areas of medicine (i.e. nursing, pharmacy), though some can make good accountants and salespeople. They are most commonly Enneagram type 6 or 2.

Fe-expressive: A perkier ISFJ, though still withdrawn - they come across as coy. Their sometimes-fey demeanor can have others (and even themselves) confusing them for INFPs or INFJs, however, they are far less abstracted. Their interests lie deeper in what is and what was, rather than what could be. Still, they are more prone to being artistically-inclined than the Si-expressive subtype, using their attention to detail and their knowledge of fine-tuned composition in addition to their desire to express emotions to create evocative works of art, music, or literature. They are less inhibited than the Si-expressive subtype, though they are equally unpretentious even if they enjoy discussing topics some may judge as such - “earthy” is a word many ISFJs of this subtype would identify with. They have a good-natured sense of humor and freely express their fondness for their intimates. While not particularly opinionated, they can become easily frustrated with others for interpreting things incorrectly, or simply differently from how they do. While they may appear unafraid to laugh at their own mistakes or easily put up a “tough” front, they are still subject to deep insecurity (often when struggling to learn a new skill), and require the encouragement of others to maintain their momentum. Safety is important to them, though they tend to be more concerned with others’ safety than their own and they are more likely to confront danger to learn what is and is not safe than to consistently err on the side of caution. They look to the guidance of others to feel steady, but once this guidance is internalized and they feel they know what they are doing, they can take a surprising amount of initiative. They are more often found in therapeutic fields or as teachers and tour guides. They are most commonly Enneagram type 9 or 4.

The Palace

Let me know if I should bother continuing, I’m not sure if I should.

Hanzo Shimada was trained well in the years he spent in the military, but once discharge, he found himself lacking benefits needed to care for himself and his young brother, Genji. They were orphans so to speak, with a mother whose life was taken by an illness for which there was no cure and a father who kicked the younger out for his sexuality, and the elder disowned for the same.

And while in the military, the eldest Shimada brother found himself making enemies left and right, and eventually when he thought he had nothing left, the cartel in charge of human sex trafficking claimed all he had. His younger brother Genji, alone and scared most likely was kidnapped on his way home from school, with a message on his door step which read as follows.
           “We know your broke ass has nothing left, there’s no way you could come up with the 10k needed to buy your precious brother back, and so he’s been sold. If you come looking for him, prepare to be killed or worse, have him killed in return.”

           Hanzo dropped everything to work on his plan, and with the help of an old military buddies connections, he found that Genji could be traced to a grand whore house in the south, somewhere in Texas run by a man named “Big Daddy Reyes”, co run by his evil bastard of a son, Jesse who went by the alias McCree. If Hanzo was gonna get to Genji, he’d have to go through McCree. The entry fee alone to get into the brothel was 2,500 and of course Hanzo had to make a few calls to borrow what he could. He’d packed his bags, full of guns he kept from the last war and a plan. Get Genji, kill Big Daddy, claim the bounty and live free with his baby brother, maybe send him to college so he had the choice of what sort of future he’d want.

           At the house it was obvious what the theme was, every man there was extremely secretive yet it was so luxurious. Business men, military officials, and just average Joes saving all they could to get a night with these men. It even held a code of class, the bar had the finest liquors and every night you’d get the pleasure to dine with Big Daddy Reyes who had a whore all to himself by the name of Jack Morrison. They almost looked like a married couple with the way that the beautiful blonde held and fawned over the handsome Latino.

           Every moment Hanzo spent he could feel his heart race nervously, he hadn’t seen Genji whatsoever and grew more and more worried by the minute.

           “Now ladies and gentleman, sadly my boy Jesse couldn’t greet us.” Gabriel began as he caressed Jacks back as their dinners were served, “But I’m hoping you all enjoy your stay here. You’ll find that we don’t spare any expense, you will have all your fantasies fulfilled.” He smiled, sipping his wine, “Whores to your liking, food made by the best and the hardest liquor you’ll ever enjoy.” He glanced around, “Now … there is one major rule here you all must abide by.” He started as he stood up, Jack following as he held the other’s chest, “Touch my honeysuckle here and you’ll find a 22 caliber pistol wound at the front and back of your skull.” He smirked with wild eyes, “And believe me, I haven’t missed yet.” He gloated as his lover blushed, glancing down. That, made everyone uneasy, and Hanzo feeling sick dismissed himself for a while to wash his face.

           In the bathroom he sighed, “Genji . . . I promised to keep you safe…” was all he thought as he dried his face before returning to the table where dessert had started. Hanzo’s eyes went wide for a moment as he gazed at the other, he had been completely changed. His wild green locks, dyed a dark black, and his body scantily clothed in a think silky black robe. Genji saw the other, his eyes widening for a moment before nodding and continuing to look down.

           They’d acknowledged each other.

           “Oh, you’re back!” Reyes welcomed the foreigner who nodded softly. “You’ll love this one, we call this little angel, Sparrow. Say hello.” Genji nodded softly, bowing before greeting the other as if they were strangers. “He’s our newest doll.”

           “He’s lovely.” Hanzo nodded as he sat back in his seat. “When will he become available?” He asked as Reyes smiled.

           “Eager aren’t you? Well he’s not, not yet at least. We reckon his bidding starts this Friday, he’s a virgin you know.”  Hanzo simply nodded as he took a shot, trying to ease his nerves as his own brother served him another.

           “For tonight, everyone party.” Gabriel laughed, Jack now seated in his lap sighing as Big Daddy traced his back, causing him to nuzzle his neck sweetly.

           “Gabe…I’m ready for bed.” He insisted as Reyes looked at him, nodding as he bid goodbye and apologized for turning in early. Gabriel Reyes was the scariest man in the south, but when it came to his guy Jack Morrison, he was a domesticated puppy, weak below the blonde who spent the entirety of the night riding the other early, crying his name and alias. The house shook with the blondes screams until nearly midnight when everyone started to depart to their rooms.

           “Daddy~ Harder!” He’d scream as the other men laughed drunkenly.

           “God what I’d pay for a night with that one.”

           “No wonder Big Daddy keeps such a tight leash on him.”

           “I think that little minx might have the leash on Reyes.”

           In the room, Hanzo sighed softly, full of liquor and worry, not the least concerned with the two’s constant fucking as much as everyone else had been. There was no way he could come up with that kind of money, the other men talked about how much they were going to bid on his precious brother, prices of nearly ten thousand were spit around in the drunken mess that was “The Palace”.

           The next morning while everyone ate Hanzo relaxed a bit, plotting how he’d assassinate big daddy, but he’d yet to meet Jesse. Speak of the devil.

           “Today we’re all goin’ horseback riding with my dear boy, Jesse “McCree” Reyes, you all call him by McCree now, he likes it like that.” He smiled, Jack yawning as he held Gabriel’s arm. The blonde was beautiful, he almost had a glow to him.

           “Mr.Hanamura, will you be joinin’ us. You came back last night lookin like you done seen a ghost.” He laughed as Hanzo smiled, trying to fit in.

           “Of course, Big Daddy.” He smiled, Gabe shooting him a platonic yet endearing wink.

           Never had Hanzo been less enticed by the idea of fucking men until this trip, that was until they made it to the Ranch where a Mr. Jesse McCree Reyes waved off a woozy, thoroughly pleasured young man before adjusting his belt and walking out.

           “Welcome y’all, I’m McCree, I’m sure my daddy’s introduced me for ya.” He smirked, tipping his hat before looking up, he was going to scan the new crowd but his eyes fell on Hanzo, stopping dead in his trash, ‘Well…he’s more beautiful than the Sparrow…’ is all the thought as he was at a stunt for words.

           Gabriel laughed as Jack smiled a bit, both had the same thought.

           “Don’t tell me you’re out of words, son.” Gabe laughed as McCree blushed a bit, Hanzo looked at him in a bit of a shock as he looked about making sure it was him who Jesse had his eyes on.

           “You know death ain’t gonna keep me from runnin’ my mouth.” He laughed a bit as he adjusted himself. Walking over to offer his hand to the shorter man, smiling charmingly. “The names McCree.” Is all he said as the other men glanced around awkwardly? Hanzo smiled, shaking his hand as an idea popped into his head. Honeypot him. This was a term used frequently in the military for secret infiltrations, they’d send attractive soldiers and agents to seduce enemies before either assassinating them or getting top secret information. Hanzo smiled sweetly, batting his lashes.

           “It’s a pleasure, Mr.McCree.” He said kindly, his accent heavy as the other gulped nervously. Hanzo batted his lashes a bit, “I hear you’re going to be teaching me how to ride.” He smiled innocently as McCree shivered a bit.

           “Course… Let me help you up…” He insisted, leading the other to a black mare, grabbing his hips with a nervous laugh as he helped him onto the stable. Hanzo blushed a bit, why was this coming so easy to him. Jack smiled softly, nudging Gabriel.

           “Our boy has the same look you gave me.” He smiled softly as he rested his head on Gabriel’s back, already having gotten on their own horse. Gabriel smiled a bit as he beckoned his guard over.

           “Our boy is in love.” He smiled as he nodded to the two as they rode side by side, “Give that one a full background check now, I don’t want his little heartbroken like last time.”

           Hanzo relaxed a bit, the conversations came easy considering he didn’t have to do much talking, for the most part Jesse did all of that. He talked about how he was actually adopted by Gabriel who found him being auctioned at a sex trafficking party when he was only 5 years old. His life was saved by the rich man and Hanzo was touched for a moment before remembering they were the bastards who stole his brother from them.

           He had to continue this mission, he had to save Genji.

You and Me and the Stars

Inspired by that one new TFA shot floating around (you have seen the one, I’m sure). It was most likely from that sad scene where they don’t kiss and stuff, but I have completely abandoned that and made it cute fluffy #somarried Solos. Assume that some stuff in TFA has happened, but not the whole leaving thing. They managed to stay married and y’know, in love and stuff (which shouldn’t be a radical idea but apparently is.)

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Busy work (also referred to as make-work and busywork) can refer to activity that is undertaken to pass time and stay busy but in and of itself has no actual value. Busy work also occurs in business, military and other settings, in situations where people may be required to be present but may lack the opportunities, skills or need to do something more productive. People may engage in busy work to maintain an appearance of activity, in order to avoid criticism of being inactive or idle.
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The Man in the Iron Collar

Summary: Separated by The Wall, the world of Men and the world of Faerie have been at war for time beyond time. As with any ancient war, the reason for enmity fades and occasionally a half-blood is born, but they are hidden and shunned on both sides of the Wall. Magically-trained healer and solider, Dr. John Watson is fascinated with the Faerie, hunting for ancient lore, learning their illegal magic, and haunting circuses in search of half-bloods. Today, he finally finds one, and everything changes.
Monthly H.I.A.T.U.S Johnlock prompt: Elemental Magic
Rated G: Some reference to war, but nothing depicted.
Wordcount: 3,528
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“A mind reader? You’re kidding.”
“Oh come on, it sounds fun.”
“It’s a load of rubbish, Watson.”
“What, afraid she’ll see your girl running around on you?”
“I don’t need a bloody psychic to tell me that.”
“Come on.”
“Fine, but you owe me a pint for this.”

The two soldiers, conspicuous in grey off-duty jumpsuits in the colorful circus crowd, wavered outside a small, grubby tent striped like a peppermint. A peeling wooden sign stood outside the door advertising, in swirling violet letters, the unparalleled abilities of the medium within. 

“You first,” said John, elbowing Kinsey, who was staring vaguely above the crowd at the bare-breasted stilt walkers, their skin patterned with intricate henna. One had conjured streamers of glitter that followed in her wake, silvery sparks snapping from her fingertips. “Go on, Major, that’s an order.” John chuckled. The fresh-faced young Kinsey was his superior due to a particularly fortunate raid against the Faerie. Unusually, half the platoon had not been driven mad by dreams or turned into donkeys. But away from the rank and file of military life, Kinsey’s youth glared and John couldn’t help having a bit of fun at his expense. Mind reader, indeed.

“Fine,” Kinsey sighed, annoyed, pulling his gaze from the women towering above them, and shouldered his way through the flap of the tent. John smiled wryly and put his ear against the rough canvas to eavesdrop, but the crowd was too loud to make anything out. 

He gave it up and snagged a paper cone of popcorn off a hawker’s tray, tossing a coin to him which the man bit, then nodded his thanks. John passed the minutes outside the tent letting his eyes wander over the crowd, scanning the rabble for half-bloods, as he always did at a circus. 

It was rumored that circuses attracted half-bloods, as was common with society’s outcasts. John wasn’t sure what to look for, he just assumed he’d know one when he saw one. When not disguised by glamors, the Faerie themselves were, according to the best of the military’s reconnaissance, still quite humanoid. Long of limb, violet eyes, a touch of feline in their features. Ever since he had heard the rumor as a boy, John had never missed a circus if it came through town.

John might now have said his preoccupation with the Faerie was official military business. It would earn him a good mark to report a half-blood to his superiors. There were long, tense periods between raids on the The Wall – it took their experts months to locate it again after an attack – and a half-blood could keep them occupied with interrogations and experiments to learn all they could about their ancient enemy.

But he wasn’t there on official business, he was off duty, having a lark. The Faerie were his own secret curiosity – and not one he could have discussed with the likes of Kinsey. It was more than a little socially unacceptable, especially as a military man, but John couldn’t help it. Their magic was ancient and beautiful – what little he could find to study. They were forbidden. They were fascinating.

He was only halfway through his cone of popcorn when the canvas flap was roughly pulled aside and Kinsey stumbled out, ashen faced.

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What is RED'S Psychology ~

For starters, he does not really meet the criteria for psychopathy, sociopathic personality disorder, or for that matter, any other DSM Type II, cluster B personality disorder. In fact, his behavior and comments indicate that he has a very strong sense of right, wrong, and justice.

While some may not agree with his assessment and/or resulting behavior, he is consistent. This theme is repeated throughout the series. Whether it’s his abhorrence of human trafficking, admiration of a man who would do anything to save their child, or the retribution he metes out to those who participated in what resulted in the murder of his security team member, Luli Zeng.

Outside of his team members and Elizabeth Keen, he tends to hold more of a macro view of behavior as opposed to a micro view. That is, he focuses upon the larger picture and potential outcome as opposed to the minutia that so many tend to be blinded by. It’s a forest for the trees thing.

While it’s doubtful he would exhibit elevated scores on Hare’s PCL-R, his “seeming” ability to kill without batting an eye is likely why some, esp armchair therapists, think he’s a psychopath. The big however. Context is everything. In other words, he is a pragmatist as opposed to a psychopath. And the world he plays in is full of liars, cheaters and killers of the international kind.

Raymond Reddington is a highly intelligent, highly driven individual with developed sociopathic tendencies.

For all intents and purposes, this was caused by a PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) as there are no signs that he was born this way. This was implied in his history when he decided to switch sides. Such a switch would have been provoked by an extreme hatred for authority and for the country he served, something going against his morals and ethics. This is further reinforced by the fact that he values honors and loyalty over anything else. For such a change to happen, there must be either indoctrination or a strong enough event to “shock” him into a new belief systems.

His behavior, against all odds, is rational. He takes the most efficient decision that the situation requires. He rarely if ever shows signs of being impulsive. In the show, before shooting someone, he carries a monologue about that person and about their errors in judgement then shoots them without remorse. The contrast is fascinating to be honest, leading me to think that he has a God syndrome.

His preference for chess in all forms (even the physical game of chess) shows a highly analytical manner. While in TV shows it is normal for everything to fit together, he goes to extra lengths to make sure that the pieces fall into place. He also tends to think a few moves ahead and prepares contingency plans, even if these sometimes do fail. Virtually, the entire show is a game of chess.

Contrary to popular belief, killing in such a manner doesn’t mean that he was born a sociopath. A clear example are special forces that are trained to kill without emotion and are generally immune to PTSD. He sees killing as the rational choice and acts accordingly. Plus, psychopaths and sociopaths have a decreased ability to feel remorse and blame and a lot of Red’s behavior towards Liz is driven by this.

He would most likely have a high score on the MACH IV test, in the 90th percentile. Again, this is not an indicator of born sociopathy but a focus on results.

To put it simply, Reddington is not the bad guy nor he is the good guy. He is a person that chose to play a game different from the rules of “normal life” and he follows the rules. He has several convictions and values that dictates his behavior, including his love and care for children. This is most likely because he feels guilty of leaving his family behind or because of his connection with Elizabeth Keen.

The closest thing to Red in television / cinema is “The Matrix”. He is similar to Neo. He sees things that others don’t see and act accordingly. He questions reality and the status quo. There are many people like him in this world found in all walks of life. From the military to espionage to business, his psychological profile is not that uncommon. I may add that he is a hedonist with a huge capacity to enjoy life - either as a defense mechanism against his own guilt or because his belief system requires this.

Black-Eyed Children (or Black-Eyed Kids) are paranormal creatures that resemble children between the ages of 6 and 16, with pale skin and black eyes, who are reportedly seen hitchhiking or panhandling, or are encountered on doorsteps of residential homes. It was once believed that the first account of black eyed kids was the Brian Bethel account in 1998, however David Weatherly, a long-time paranormal researcher, has written a book on the black-eyed kids phenomenon where he reports encounters with black-eyed kids that go back to 1950.

All reports of black-eyed kids share certain similarities.  As I talk about these, I’ll refer to black-eyed kids as “BEKs” and their potential victims as “mark(s).”
It is interesting to note that reports of being harassed by BEKs come from people of all walks of life and all ages. There have been reports from military personnel, business people, and teenagers–and everything in between. It seems nobody is safe from BEKs.

Physical Characteristics of BEKs
The black “shark” eyes which have no pupil or iris
Ages: usually but not always small child to young teen; its not unheard of to encounter some older, even adult age.
Dressed either in nondescript, contemporary clothes or in very old-fashioned, ill-fitting clothes
Skin having an odd “plastic” look.  Some reports of olive-skinned BEKs exist, others are white.
Appear and disappear very quickly.  They also show up in places where it doesn’t make sense for them to be.  For example, one woman who lived on a 3rd floor apartment had a BEK show up on her balcony, knocking on her patio door.  There was no way for the kid to get up there other than to have scaled the building.

What BEKs Do:
They attempt to isolate themselves and their mark from the rest of the world.  For example, they want to get in the mark’s car or come inside the mark’s house.
They employ the ruse of being a child in need.  “I need to get to my mother” or “I need to call my mother.”
They communicate in a monotone voice.  They are articulate and confident, but will not answer direct questions.  They just repeat their request, getting more agitated with each refusal.
They try to use a form of mind control on their marks.

How it feels :
Marks from all walks of life report similar feelings during an encounter with BEKs.
That they are in the presence of evil
Flight or fight
Not in control.  Marks believed the BEKs were using a form of mind control. One mark who had previously been hypnotized to help her quit smoking reported that talking to the BEKs felt like being hypnotized. Many marks said they had a hard time refusing the BEKs requests.

Many encounters with BEKs end with the mark wanting to do something spiritual or religious in hopes of cleansing themselves of the BEK.

What are they?
The following is a short list of speculation on what BEKs–if they exist–might be.
Vampires  — BEKs share elements with vampire mythology: the need to invited into their victims home/car, the ability to hypnotize, the feeding off some aspect of victim.
Omens — many marks have reported having bizarre bad luck after an encounter with BEKs.

(I personally think they are ultraterrestrials/faeries.)

What Do BEKs Want?
Nobody knows.  The following are some speculations:
To feed on our fear
To take away our life force
To learn how to interact in the human world without raising alarm.

What happens if you let them in?
David Weatherly’s book has a chapter about a family who let a BEK into their vehicle.  In the interview I watched (which is below in my sources), Mr. Weatherly did not say what went on during the family’s encounter with the BEK.  He talked mostly about the aftermath.

Very quickly after letting the BEK into their vehicle, the family had a car crash.  Their young son, who sat closest to the BEK, became very ill.  His symptoms were unidentifiable, having characteristics of many illnesses.

Other Strange Stuff Connected with BEKs:

People who bought David Weatherly’s book have complained of technological weirdness while trying to read.  One woman was interrupted by her smoke alarm going off and the timer on her stove dinging.

I guess I’ll end this with a warning.  If you’re reading late at night and hear something rapping on your door or your window, maybe it’s best not to check.  If a kid asks you for a ride or to come in your house and use your phone, look at their eyes before you grant their request.  Listen to your gut.  That primitive part of your brain knows when danger is afoot.

i think that we all, you know, appreciate the “france loves his fucking wine” jokes, but studying french history i’m just constantly being reminded “you don’t even know the half of it”. 

the sheer amount of times i run into quotes where french people literally define what it means to be french as drinking a shitload of wine

the lengths of exploitation that france has undertaken just to ensure that even the poorest citizens can have their 3 liters of wine a day

the fact that france had a temperance movement that was contemporaneous with the temperance movements in the us & the uk except it was totally different & they were like “don’t drink hard liquor but drinking 3+ bottles of wine a day is totally fine that doesn’t count”

the number of times that france had a pretty damn great military but was too busy being a wino to actually compete against prussian officers

like calm down france, we get it, you bleed wine