This Is Very Interesting!!!

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Stakeout (Yandere Villain! Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

You had been waiting for this all night long.

Stake outs had never been your favorite thing about being a detective, with all of the anxious anticipation and fear about where you would be in a few hours. If you would even be anywhere in a few hours. But after being handed this case by the chief himself, working on it for so many months now, it was about to be over one way or another. You were just hoping that Shoto wouldn’t put up too much of a fight.

As the most powerful son of Japan’s number two hero, Shoto Todoroki had successfully avoided arrest for years now, even in spite of him being the city’s biggest crime boss. After so long of him freely breaking the law and terrorizing innocent people though, he was finally going to be stopped. With you still being a fairly inexperienced detective, you had wondered why the chief had handed you such a big case in the first place, especially when there were so many other veteran detectives at your station. Luckily—or perhaps unluckily—that answer had come pretty quickly after you had accepted the case.

Right after you officially began to head the case, you had noticed that there seemed to be an extra set of eyes on you, ones that rested on you heavily, as if they could keep you beneath them with their weight alone. There were times when you almost swore that you saw someone out of the corner of your eyes, a flash of red and white hair, or came home to feel that someone had been there while the place was empty. The chief probably gave you the case because everyone else was too afraid of retribution to take it. But even that did not explain why that gaze and that intrusion felt so familiar, as if it had been there for so long now and had only now risen to the point of being noticeable.

Either way, you told yourself stubbornly, it would be over soon.

“Everyone,” came the chief’s voice from over the radio, “we have confirmation that

the perp is in position inside of the warehouse. I am giving you all the go-ahead to approach.”

           “Alright, chief. We’re going to head in.”

           Glancing at your partner beside you, the two of you climbed out of the car, watching as your fellow officers did the same. Guns drawn, the six of you moved cautiously towards the warehouse, approaching the door with absolute silence. Nodding in confirmation to each other, you kicked open the door, all of you streaming inside with you leading them.

           “Shoto Todoroki, you are under arrest!” you shouted, your gun pointed directly at him. For his part though, Shoto didn’t seem worried or even shocked, for that matter. He hadn’t so much as moved an inch, not to attack or even to run. No, all that he did was stare intently at you, that mismatched gaze of his eerily familiar in its overwhelming devotion. If Shoto even noticed the other cops that had come with you, he didn’t show it. Not when he only had eyes for you.    

           “Put your hands up and stay still. I am coming over to handcuff you.” Whatever Shoto was up to, you weren’t about to let it get to you. You had a job to do, and you weren’t about to let him psych you out.        

           “I’m happy to have you here, of course,” Shoto murmured, raising his hands up slowly. “But honestly, I’m not too thrilled about the extra company you brought. I wanted this to be special, something more private. Doesn’t that sound so much better?”

           “What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, not daring to look over at your colleagues.

           “It’s just that I’ve spent so long waiting for this moment, for the time when the rest of the world would finally stop getting between us. And here you brought the rest of the world with you.”

           “What—”

           “I guess it doesn’t really matter though. Not when I’m more than ready to take care of things for you,” he mused. Then, without another word, Shoto threw his right arm forward, forming spears of ice that rushed across the floor, wrapping itself all the way around your feet and knocking the gun right out of your hands. That was the least of your worries at the moment though, considering that Shoto had used those same spears to pierce the bodies of your fellow officers, tearing every single one of them in two.

           Releasing a strangled cry of grief and rage, you desperately tried to wrench your feet free from the ice that they had been encased in, only for it to hold you there firmly. Shoto paid no mind to your attempt to free yourself though. Why should he, when he knew that there was no possibility of you getting away from him? As he started to make his way over to you with steps that were practically teasing in their slowness, Shoto watched you struggle with all of the amusement of a hunter who has caught their most tempting prey at long last. Yes, he thought to himself, he finally had you right where you were meant to be: at his mercy.

           Finally there right before you, Shoto gave a smile that, while it was small, was filled with all of the warmth and love that only you could inspire in him. His left hand cautiously making its way upward, Shoto cupped your cheek softly, as if afraid that he would bruise you if he pressed any harder. As he warmed you with both his quirk and his fanatical gaze, you prayed that the chief would realize that something was wrong and come to your rescue.  

           “You can come out now,” Shoto suddenly called out, his voice much louder and much less adoring than it had been when he had been speaking to you. That was just a small detail though, one that only the very edge of your mind caught. What really interested you was just who Shoto was talking to.

           You didn’t have to wait too long for an answer though, not when your chief stepped out from the shadows of the warehouse and into the light.

           “Chief? What are you doing? I—I don’t understand.”

           The chief didn’t answer you though, didn’t even so much as look at you. No, his eyes stayed firmly on Shoto, just how Shoto’s eyes stayed firmly on you.

           “Where’s the money?”

           “It’s in the duffle bag.” Following the vague gesture of Shoto’s free hand, you saw a heavily packed duffle bag up against the wall, which the chief quickly made a beeline for. As you watched him unzip the bag and dig through it eagerly, you felt as though you were going to be sick and turned back to the man who had trapped you so well.

           “You paid him off?”

           “I did.”

           “How long have you been planning this for? Since finding out who was working your case?”

           “Before that, actually,” Shoto answered with the light, conversational tone of someone discussing the weather. “After all, who do you think convinced your boss to give you that case in the first place? I’ve been watching you for so long now, ever since I realized that you belonged with me. And with the chief here telling everyone that you, a rookie detective in over your head, died in a fruitless attempt to bring such a big threat into custody, I’ll finally be able to take you home where you were meant to be.”

           The sound of the chief zipping up the bag and standing up reaching your ears, the two of you glanced over at him. Giving a curt nod that Shoto returned with narrowed eyes, the chief ambled off towards the back entrance, promptly disappearing into the dark alleyway.

“Honestly, I was considering just killing the chief too, especially when he was so willing to sell you out. Of course, I know how well I’m going to take care of you, but he didn’t know that, especially not with my reputation. Besides, I’ll need a chief of police that I can work with if I want to protect you and take care of you the way that you deserve. And really, that’s the only thing that matters, taking care of the one you love. Holding them close so that they can never leave you.”

Having absolutely no answer to that, all that you could do was stare in horror back up into Shoto’s eyes, the ones that had been staking you out this whole time.

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I couldn’t agree more

by danial_bhatti

I don’t how he does it but it’s beautiful

Light and drawing, Nikita Busyak

It’s so long since I pulled out my flute and played it….

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I love the fan art!

Hawks in BTS airport fashion ✨✈

Outfits were chosen by my lovely Instagram followers~

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What an incredible man

Top image via Snopes, which confirmed and cited the quote. Second image online here. 

PRESIDENT TEDDY ROOSEVELT ON PATRIOTISM

By Miriam Kleiman, Program Director for Public Affairs.

Numerous patriotic quotes are circulating on social media in the aftermath of the horrific attack on the US Capitol. Following the sage wisdom of my brilliant and inspiring AP US History teacher Terry Pollack, I sought primary sources to verify and provide context to these statements attributed to Teddy Roosevelt. 

Teddy Roosevelt quote 1: 

“Patriotism means to stand with the country. It does not mean to stand with the President.” 

Source: President Teddy Roosevelt, Lincoln and Free Speech, Metropolitan Magazine, May 1918 (v.47 no.6), From the HathiTrust Digital Library, essay here.

Teddy Roosevelt quote 2:

To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.

Source: Sedition, a Free Press, and Personal Rule, editorial by Teddy Roosevelt, Kansas City Star, 5/7/1918. Online here. 

Our nation’s history is one of protest, fighting for rights, and continually striving to form a “more perfect union.” Two of our current exhibits, Records of Rights, and Rightfully Hers: American Women and the Vote, highlight records documenting historic struggles. However, such challenges to and questioning of the government, especially of the President, are often seen as unpatriotic or even treasonous. As the highlighted quotes above show, Teddy Roosevelt responded strongly to such accusations.

Teddy Roosevelt stated that far from being unpatriotic, it is one’s patriotic duty to oppose a president whose policies put Americans in harm’s way. At the time, the US was both embroiled in World War I and dealing with a pandemic. Teddy Roosevelt adamantly supported the war, and even wanted to serve despite his age and failing health, but criticized President Woodrow Wilson for not playing a bigger role on the European war front. Wilson responded by trying to quash all criticism through Sedition Act of 1918 that criminalized any “disloyal, profane, scurrilous, or abusive language” about the U.S. government or military. 

See also: 

From letter to the Kansas City Star, 4/6/1918, online here. 

While the records above from President Teddy Roosevelt are not from the National Archives, we do hold records of government efforts to foster “patriotic spirit” including the original Declaration of Independence. and thousands of military recruitment posters, some more effective than others, including this one:

“Like mighty Niagara’s torrents is the strong surge of our patriotism.”

WWII poster, Office for Emergency Management. Office of War Information. NARA ID 515739.

See related:

Why Teddy Roosevelt Tried to Bully His Way Onto the WWI Battlefield, Smithsonian Magazine, by Erick Trickey.

The Bull Moose in Winter: Theodore Roosevelt and World War I, National Parks Service.

Patriotic Colonel Theodore Roosevelt and his Rough Riders, 1898, at the top of a hill they captured in the battle of San Juan. NARA ID 542082.

I can’t stop rereading this!

Interchangeable

Bully!College AU!Hawks x Reader | 12.2k words

Summary: Hawks is the only person who knows about your suicide attempt. Hawks is also the reason for your suicide attempt. He takes responsibility.

TW’s for suicide, depression, angst, guilt

I can’t call this a yandere story despite it being linked to Intertwined. There’s only perhaps two things that you could say are “yandere”,Hawks actually cleans up his act in this one. It’s a little more traditionally romantic.

IMPORTANT Story note, read fully: This won’t make much sense if you haven’t read Intertwined. this is not a chronological sequel to Intertwined, it’s more like another route that could’ve been taken. What I recommend doing is rereading up to the point where reader is phoning her parents about moving colleges, as this is where -for this fic- Intertwined stops and Interchangeable begins. You can read this without any of the yandere stuff, technically.

For those of us not wanting to reread, Hawks is at the point where he is still bullying the reader. The container incident hasn’t happened, Hawks hasn’t confessed his feelings.

We also assume a couple of things about the reader from Intertwined, we assume she’s depressed and that it’s at least partly due to Hawks.

Not so important A/N: the alternate summary for this is “Hawks daddy-doms you into getting better”. but there’s no daddy kink I swear. There is also no smut! Squeaky clean, as Jesus intended. I just wanna rip your heart out a little, that’s all.

this is awkward and im sorry that i can’t write angst or conventional romance. really bros… im just practising 

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Alone in your apartment, you sat in the bathroom, still dressed in your pyjamas as you listened to the tap dripping into the sink.

This was the dead end.

You couldn’t move colleges, only drop out and abandon the scholarship.

With a sense of self worth that had been deteriorating over the past seven years, you were left to bask in hatred and misery from your situation. There was no way you could stand another day of torment; your own humiliation from not being able to avoid it and the voice that perpetually mocked you.

You fiddled with the cuff of your pyjama bottoms. You were wasting time.

Nothing ever seemed to feel like it was worth doing. You’d constantly find yourself giving up in the middle of tasks or simply not taking them on at all, resorting yourself to lying in bed or pausing, standing there and waiting for motivation that never came. But this, this was doable.

When you looked over to the digital clock perched on your bathroom cabinet, you deduced that you were supposed to be at a lecture in five minutes. You weren’t going to go.

Just a little longer.

No note. Let them wonder.

You got up and opened the cabinet.

———

“Can you call her? Text her?”

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