#cussing
Jack:I apologize for saying ‘fuck’ earlier.
Davey: You just said it again!
Jack: I am not a good role mode.
David: Hey, I lost my ID, can you help me find it?
Race: So are you just Dav now?
David:
Race:
David: Okay, listen here you little shit-
Help! I’m Not Allowed To Use Racial Slurs!
Social Q’s, The New York Times,21 January 2021:
As a Christian, I find it hurtful when I hear the Lord’s name used as swear words. If I used sexist, racist, anti-Semitic or homophobic language as curse words, I might be garroted. So, it’s hard for me to understand why such swearing is acceptable when it comes to Christ. But the idea of confronting people about this makes me uneasy. Is there a better way to communicate my hurt? — DAINA
Dear Daina,
Perhaps we mere mortals are not meant to know why the all-powerful eternal being worshipped by you specifically is so incredibly pissy about the use of His name, being as He is all powerful and eternal and surely burdened with shit vastly more important than whether the kid behind the counter at Blockbuster mutters “Christ Almighty” under his breath when you pay for your rental in loose change. The Lord, as they say, moves in mysterious ways!
But to the crux (sorry!!!!!) of the matter: why are people allowed to do a cuss at Jesus, a cruel attack on a defenseless baby/the immortal Son of God and our Holy Redeemer and the Lamb of Vengeance who literally has the ability to damn humans to an eternity of unimaginable torment, but you can’t unleash a barrage of violent slurs on people whenever the mood strikes? How can it be that just anybody can string the words “god” and “damn” together, doing immeasurable harm to a helpless Supreme Creator who might, at any moment, begin unleashing a series of plagues upon the world to usher in Armageddon and put a final end to humanity as we know it like the good and loving sky-Parent He is, but you can’t verbally abuse people such that they fear for their safety and wellbeing?
I mean, where’s the justice in that? Nobody is allowed to use sexist, racist, anti-Semitic, or homophobic curse words these days without suffering horrible consequences, such as being invited to direct Lethal Weapon Five,while everyone is allowed to say mean things about your particular religion of choice, for example, authors are having their books ripped from the shelves of public schools if they even vaguely hint at the idea that people other than white, heterosexual, cisgender, Christian Americans exist. So your worldview definitely tracks with reality there!
Certainly what Jesus had in mind when He commanded us to love our neighbors was for good Christians such as yourself to release a battery of offensive slurs against our fellow community members in order to balance the scales of power, at last, in favor of the Almighty God The Creator of Heaven and Earth.
hey if someone you don’t know randomly messages you on the internet asking what your name is and where you’re from/where you live- don’t fucking answer and block that bitch
anyway i blocked someone today-
name your Tumblr user pet peeves!! mine is when I’m scrollin thru a tag and there’s about fifty million fanfictions, almost all of them h*rny self insert NSFW, and none of them are under a cut. so I have to scroll through this long ass fanfiction. and no matter how hard I try, every single time I end up readin a lil bit of some freaky ass sh*t.
this has gotta stop. please fanfiction authors, I am begging you. put your work under the cut, or externally and provide links. don’t put it straight out in the open. please
Mysterious Love - Ch. 3
Kite X Assassin!Reader
Word Count:2782
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You’d never been so excited to be woken up by your text tone. Where you normally would have yelled a voice command for it to shut up or throw the device across the room, you were eager instead and opened the message that had been sent to you. It was a text from Kite the next afternoon, the day you said you’d be completely free. You were indeed still free, and you would not be letting this chance slip away.
_>I have a place in mind, if that’s alright. It’s a cafe near the office I rent out in the city for meetings.
<_ Sounds good to me! I’ll see you in a few then~
He then sent you the address of the cafe and you heaved out a breath. You were honestly thinking about your last interaction; that being the impromptu kiss, wondering if you might get another one sometime soon. Since you were finally having a regular date as planned, you may just have a chance.
For once, you dressed in something a little nicer than just black. You didn’t go crazy, but you added just a little hint of colour to your usual dark attire. Combat pants were just too convenient to give up, so accented colour via belts would have to do, and perhaps a different colour tank top than black this time. The subtle changes were usually for the better, so you went with it and carried on out your door, ready to go have that long awaited coffee.
You walked on confidently through the city streets towards the cafe, head buzzing with thoughts of seeing Kite again. It was relatively nice to be so airy and careless for once, thinking of simpler silly things instead of work and death. You really wished you could drift off in thought like that just a little bit longer, but unfortunately, your sixth sense had something to warn you about, and your peripheral vision confirmed it.
The same person kept ending up in your vision on the side. Wherever you went, after a while, you were able to confirm that you were indeed being followed. This annoyed you greatly. You just wanted one damn moment of peace where you could enjoy the company of Kite without being forced into a job, or being threatened. This was starting to become an issue, which meant that the chances of it being related to the lab again were even higher.
“I’m getting real sick of this shit.” You muttered to yourself.
You were almost at the cafe by now, so there was no point in sending a warning text to Kite. It didn’t look like the guy had any intent on attacking yet, or any time soon at least. You’d just tell him in person, which is exactly what you did. As soon as you set foot in the rather adorable looking cafe you spotted Kite and made a beeline for him, joining him at the table he sat at.
“Good afternoon. What’s with the sour face? Aren’t you happy to finally have some free time to chat?” Kite teased.
“I am… I’m just not happy about being followed here.” You sighed, eyes still darting around.
The look on Kite’s face sank a little. This was definitely getting to be more than just a little annoying.
“Again? My… we can’t catch a break, can we?”
“No. There’s…. It’s something to do with that lab. I know it is. What was in those documents you took back with you?” You suddenly asked, making direct eye contact with him. “I wasn’t really briefed on anything; just told to kill the head scientist. What little research I did wasn’t enough either. All I know is it was a paralytic drug of sorts that had plans to be used against people, and ended up being tested on animals in that sector of the forest. What were they working on in there…”
“… You’re not that far off.” Kite mumbled, recalling the contents of the documents. “It’s a lethal narcotic. A heavily altered one at that.”
“What??”
“They were attempting to breed a plant that naturally produced lethal amounts of a psychoactive compound in small doses. The goal was to make something that paralyzes within minutes, eventually causing your body to shut down and die all before ten minutes can pass. It’s essentially a bioweapon, and it was going to be used to control people, animals, as well as many other less than pleasant side experiments.” Kite elaborated in a low tone.
“Are you fuckin’ serious? This… this is an issue I shouldn’t have gotten mixed up in. I literally couldn’t get any more info on this when I asked…” You huffed, feeling a sort of panic.
Just then, the cafe door swung open again, another customer walking in; or rather what seemed like a customer. You recognized the face of the man who walked in, and turned your head back to Kite. You didn’t want to look concerned or suspicious. Not yet.
“That’s the guy who was following me.” You whispered. “I don’t know what the hell he’s after, but there’s a high chance it’s my life. I’ve fucked up one too many of this organization’s plans.”
“I have a suggestion: we stay a while, enjoy some coffee like we wanted to and act normal to try and get a read on this guy. After a while we can leave for my office. It’ll be safe there, and we might be able to get rid of this one’s prying eyes somewhere in between as well.” Kite offered, giving you a rather solid option for a plan.
“How safe is safe?” You asked, rightfully paranoid.
“It’s underground, key and passcode locked.”
“Cool. I like that. I like that a lot actually. When we leave, let me go first, and you wait for him to follow after me. Cover my back, in case he pulls some shit I wouldn’t normally expect. I can only imagine they’ll be sending better trained people after both of us since they’ve failed once already.”
“A solid point. I can do that. Here’s the exact coordinates of the door I use to get in. We’ll meet at roughly the same time and I’ll get us inside.” He nodded, settled on the plan.
“Nice. Thanks. I guess… another less than normal date it is then.” You huffed.
You and Kite ordered your coffees and tried your best to make lighthearted chat. It didn’t last long though, both of you on high alert and constantly glancing at the suspicious individual just on the other side of the cafe. The conversation had turned back into talking about the documents, trying to figure out how to stop these attacks at the source. Neither of you, nor your clients, or the Association had a clue on where the root of the problem was. There would be many days of investigation to come now for sure.
Once you had both agreed it was better to get a look at the documents again and see what further information could be inferred, you made your move to leave while Kite still sat, waiting patiently. You dropped off your cup at the counter and thanked the barista for the drink, taking your leave. Seconds later, just as you had predicted, the stranger you assumed was following you got up and left the cafe, keeping his distance but very clearly following behind you. This irritated every nerve Kite had. He rose from his seat and did the same as you with his cup before briskly following after you. He didn’t have time to wait and see if he’d be able to hold you again, or just your limp body instead. He would be preventing the latter at all costs, because for the love of everything holy on this planet he needed to spend some more time with you.
You were smart, luckily taking a detour to the marked coordinates he gave you. The office was only a couple blocks away, but you purposefully went in the opposite direction before looping back around the block to head towards it. This gave enough time for your pursuer to make a move, if he was bold enough to do so; which he was. The idiot really pushed you into an alley about a minute later, but once again idiots were sent after you.
Jammed into another alley out of sight, the man genuinely tried to pin you with a knife, but you were no simple informant or collector: you were an assassin. It wasn’t long before you flexed and turned the tables, knocking your pursuer to the asphalt with an arm twisted behind his back and a knife pressed close to his vitals.
“What is with you people and alleys, huh? Always chasing me into ‘em like the outcome is gonna be any different than the last.” You scoffed. “Why the fuck are you following me and Kite around?”
“Gck, give us back our research documents and we’ll stop pursuing you, you prick- gah!”
“Making demands while under my knife? Oh you are bold.” You laughed, shoving his arm further back to its most painful point. “Why do you need ‘em back? Hmm? What’s in there? What do you plan on doing with a narcotic so strong?”
“Go fuck yourself.” The man choked out.
That instant, you heard a strange noise, and a long scythe blade curled into existence right before you under your pursuers neck. It was quite a fantastical sight to see, until your eyes crossed the goofy little clown at the end of it.
“You’re supposed to buy your dates drinks first, idiot.” Kite spoke casually.
He gave an upward pull so fast you would’ve missed it if your nose wasn’t two inches from his blade. Your hair rustled from the breeze his scythe created, and the head of your pursuer was sliced clean off, flying off to the side. Needless to say you were impressed, slowly panning your vision up to meet Kite’s eyes.
“For once, a good roll. A very good roll indeed.” He mused.
“Ohnow I get compliments? ‘S about time man!” The end of his scythe hollered at him.
“Please go away…” He then groaned, causing his weapon to disappear into thin air. “Now where have I seen this scene before?”
Kite offered you his hand, and you snorted. You were kind enough to actually pull yourself up instead of yank him down into a dead body, but the thought did cross your mind.
“That was pretty clean. Seems you’re a conjurer then. I learn a little more about you every day~” You hummed.
“You can learn a little more if we get down to the office. They’re far, but I can feel some unpleasant presences coming to this spot.”
“Your en is that good? Wow. Seems we all have our boons and banes. Before we go though-” You paused, bending down to reach into the corpse’s pocket and pull out a syringe. “We should take this with us. This idiot really brought the poison with him. It’s a perfect studying opportunity.”
Kite nodded and both of you moved quickly to get to your destination. Neither of you had the time to waste on more idiots trying to kill you. Thankfully the office in question was only the next block over, Kite leading you to a stairway that took you underground and past some pretty intense locks. When you were finally inside though…
“This is NOT, a fuckin’ office.” You stated, looking around the massive room.
Massive was perhaps an understatement. To your left was a lounge and bar, before you was the main room with ten computers, and further beyond that was an entire laboratory; small for a lab, but incredible to witness in what you were told would be an ‘office’.
“What? We’ve got computers, a workspace, and a resting area. Sounds pretty much like an office to me.” Kite chuckled.
“This is a damn bunker of madness. You call it an office for cover, right? That has to be it. This is incredible!” You complimented.
“I suppose that is why, yes. ‘Underground secret lab’ isn’t exactly an inconspicuous name.” He joked. “I need a safe place for my Amateur Hunters and I to get work and research done, and Swardani City is a convenient center point for meeting. We use this place often, and you’re welcome to use it yourself as well. I have a spare key so you can hide yourself, since you keep attracting killers.”
“I’d hope I’m attracting other things among killers after all this time.” You hinted, looking him up and down again.
You walked off before he could say anything, headed straight for the lab to do a little more serious work. The contents of that syringe were on your mind, and you wanted to do a test right away. With Kite left hanging, he sighed and followed after you, holding off on witty responses for the moment.
Kite watched as you started examining the collected poison right away, as if you’d always been a lab worker and knew exactly what to do. Perhaps you had been at one point though; he didn’t know. Regardless of your knowledge, it only mattered that it was enough, a thoughtful noise coming from you after a few minutes.
“This is… wild. I mean, a milliliter of this stuff could kill in minutes with how strong it is. Hell, if this entered through a cut anywhere, the best you’d have to get an antidote is ten minutes tops.” You muttered blankly. “What kind of shit did I get myself mixed up in…”
“This problem seems to have grown exponentially. I’ll make sure to get you that key as soon as possible. You can work here safely. The walls are steel and your signal can’t be tracked. Use our encrypted internet to work with ease.” Kite offered once more.
“Yeah. I’ll be taking you up on that one. Hah, it seems every time we try to have a simple date it gets screwy. I apologize for dragging you along into this mess of mine.” You sighed.
“Honestly, it’s quite alright. It was partially my business as well. Besides, I quite enjoy the excitement for once. Work has gotten a lot more interesting with you around.” He hummed.
You laughed, picking through the papers in the file on the table and pulling out a specific one with big red letters reading ‘antidote’ across it.
“I’m glad you enjoy my presence then. That’s a huge compliment for me~” You replied. “Now, I’m no botanist, but I’m gonna take a hack at making the antidote to this ridiculous drug. This was already clear intent of wanting to use what they have left against us, so we should be ready just in case one of us gets hit.”
“A wise choice. You’re free to use the lab here as long as you need.” He nodded.
“Sweet~”
“So, pardon my suggestion but do you think we could carry on with that date of ours? It’s safe here, so we can speak freely without worry. How about it~?” He asked.
“Ah yes, the date! I have been meaning to ask a little more about your nen ability. I’ve never seen someone argue with their ability before, I must say.” You laughed.
“Nowthis will be an interesting conversation indeed.”
You and Kite yammered on a little more freely now all while you worked on whipping up some antidotes for this viciously strong drug. It was convenient that the solution to the problem was so easy to access for you, which was probably why the organization that originally owned the documents wanted them back so badly. For now though, you had time to work on this small project in peace, getting to know Kite a little more along the way.
He hovered over your shoulder while you worked, helping out here and there while enjoying the closeness. The conversations you had were intellectual yet flirty, slipping in little pickup lines or compliments in between topics. It was a lovely way to carry on the date, the two of you bumping shoulders a lot more often than you thought you were.
Perhaps love at first sight was real. Both of you thought about that kiss from yesterday, but neither of you bothered to address it. There was a much more dire situation to be concerned about at the time, but the thought still lingered, both of you wondering if you’d get the opportunity to do it again. After this mess was a little more organized, perhaps. For now, this scientific date would be enough.
