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                    SUGAR!!         SPICE!!                       and NOT very NICE!!                                                      by luci
russkiyuragan:
“If you really mean that - if there is no other way out, you kill me instead. Either that or you buy me time to do it myself. I know it’s a lot to ask, Jake - but I need that from you. The only way to guarantee I won’t be weaponized in a no way out situation is if I am dead and my body cannot be efficiently put back together in time to revive me.” He hugged Jake back fiercely in spite of what he was saying to the man.
“I’ll start doing an inventory of all my safehouses and which ones are the most secure. I already know but - it won’t hurt to check.”
   The last words he and Cougar had ever spoken to one another came rushing back, and that look in his eyes when he knew it was the end. Like hell he’d be the one to do it. “I’ll buy you time. I can’t be the one to pull the trigger, but I’ll buy you all the time you need if that’s what it comes down to, and I’ll make sure that every single person that gets in my way ends up dead. You have my word.”
   A moment of silence passed before he finally let go. “Let’s get checking.”
russkiyuragan:
“Jake, we do this and get caught? They’ll probably weaponize me. I wouldn’t risk that unless I was prepared for it. As for my mom and dad - I assure you they’ll understand if I get the chance to explain it.” Shane said flatly, more than prepared for whatever would come their way.
“And I’ve tortured people before in ways you may not even be able to comprehend, Jake. Remember who I was created by. I’m prepared for whatever they have - my cabin in Siberia might as well have been a black site too.”
   “Anyone tries to weaponize you, and I will fuckin’ kill them myself. I don’t care what it takes. That shit ain’t happenin’.” He went over and pulled Shane into a hug, arms wrapped tight around him. “I mean it. If it comes down to that? I’ll put myself between you and them.”Â
   Jaw set, he forced himself to take a breath, not quite ready to let go. “So we start there. Start planning, get shit put together. I’ll work my contacts, see who can do what, see if they know of anywhere that’d give us a better foothold to get people mobilized and ready.”
|| Continued from here ||
   “We do this, we’re gonna have to scrub everything. I’m talking fake social media profiles, cut off contact from the people we love-- even your mom and dad-- no going out in public unless we’ve got heavy disguises on, the whole nine. And there’s a damn good chance, if we really try to affect change, and we get caught? That’s it. We get sent to a black site, and I’ve seen what they do to people in those places. I know you’ve seen some shit, but they’re fucking inhuman, man. I’m talking skeletonizing someone’s fuckin’ face. So...you prepared for all that?”
Shane's just gonna leave a Monster, Jake's favorite food, and a beer next to his buddy. Jake looked like he needed it.
It took him a while to calm down enough to open his door and see what the noise had been. By the time he actually got around to it, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice sounded like he had a three pack a day habit, but he whispered thank you as he took the mini-care package in snack form into his room. The beer’d do his throat some good.
   "Jesus fuck, what the fuck is wrong with you assholes?! Did we learn fuckin’ nothing from the dipshits that screwed us over in the past?! For fucks sakes, a free internet is one of the goddamn cornerstones of free speech, but noooooo, wherever we see fuckin’ money to be made, we gotta fuckin’ squeeze people for every last dime!”Â
   Jake had made the fatal mistake of checking his social media accounts after taking a day off from aneurysm inducing anger, only to come back to a slap to the face that left him in such an apoplectic state his vision went red and started to blur.
   “Can’t have poor people accessing the internet where they can inform themselves and speak about the difficulties they face! And god for-fuckin’ bid that people should be able to access sites that let them connect with people or have entertainment without having to pay fucking premiums! As if it wasn’t enough of an insult that fuckin’ SCROTUS himself is a bigot from fuckin’ hell gettin’ people killed over seas and trying to launch into fuckin’ war with everyone. It’s not enough that fuckin’ hate crime rates are goin’ through the roof, no, now they wanna come after fuckin’ net neutrality so they can throttle information away from anyone who’s not fuckin’ rich, can all these fuckin’ greedy ass little shitbbons just die the fuck off and give the little guy a break or are we just that fuckin’ self destructive that we don’t care they’re comin’ for the fuckin’ free flow of information by killing net fuckin’ neutrality completely like they did in fuckin’ Portugal?!”
   Before he could stop himself, a yell bellowed from his lips with such visceral force his throat ended up raw. “My friends didn’t die for this shit! I didn’t fuckin’ go through hell for this. fuck this bullshit!”
   He’d watched men like La Naranja fuck entire countries over. He’d seen the aftermath of despots and their buddies taking control of everything. He’d felt the disgust bubble up at the back of his throat along with bile at the “take no prisoners, victory at any cost” mentality of the people who’d used him and the family he’d cobbled together, and their losses were all for fucking nothing.Â
   Shit like this is why he’d long ago given up on the idea of anything remotely resembling the American dream as it was sold to him. Because that dream was never never for anyone but the rich old wrinkly nutsack fucks whose pockets were lined by G.O.D. Fuckin’ guns, oil, and drugs. The only things that mattered to those bastards. Fuck the poor, who cares if they’re fucked over, their money isn’t plentiful enough in the bastards’ eyes. No, the only ones who mattered were the ones who sent people like him, and Cougar, and Pooch and Clay into danger to secure their fucking goldmines. The bodies of the little guys lined the streets and the puffed up walking fucking hard-ons used them like cobblestones.
   “A little fuckin’ revolution would be great so these freeze peach don’t take our gunnnnnns hypocritical pedo pricks know what happens when you fuckin’ stomp on the people at the edges of society.” His fist slammed down on the table, pain shooting through his left shoulder, the usual, familiar ache screaming at him for the overexertion. “Fuck this. I shoulda gone to Coug’s family and gotten the fuck outta here when I could.”
Don’t joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.
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   “You’re biased cause ya haven’t seen me since last year.”    Still, the way he looked at her brought a blush to her cheeks,    soft and faint though it was, the look in his eyes convincing    her he wasn’t biased in a way his words couldn’t.
   “Nah, not even close.” His hand slides over her spine    and up to cradle the back of her head, fingers twining    through her hair as he kisses her again. “I’m just finally    home an’ rememberin’ how great it feels to be there.”
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At first, he’s convinced he’s seeing things. There’s no way someone with that much notoriety is going to be in the shitty little hole in the wall that he’s taken to drinking at. But the longer he looks, the more he’s convinced it has to be him. There’s no one else it could be. It takes a few minutes for him to get up the courage, but over the course of his beer, he gets enough built to go over and sit next to him at the bar. “So...is it true you used the heat from resistors to keep those LCD temperature displays from freezing?” Real tactful, Jake. “Sorry, just...you’re kind of a badass in my book.”
   A chuckle slips out at his words, and she makes a mental note to    change his contact name to “Farmboy” later. She grins against his    lips, arms languidly draping over his shoulders. “I wouldn’t say too    lonely, but it’s definitely nice to have you back.”
   That smile knocks the air right out of him and leaves him    feeling like he just did a low altitude jump over the open sea,    but in the best damn way possible. “...You look so damn    beautiful right now, I think ya broke my brain.”
   “Oh, yeah? You miss me that much, huh? Why don’cha get    your cute lil’ Army butt over here and prove it.”
   “As you wish, sweetheart.” With a wink, he saunters over,    then pulls her close, dips her, and plants one hell of a kiss    on her. “Hope ya weren’t too lonely without me.”
   “Took ya long enough. I beat up a RoboCop wannabe, but I    wouldn’t call that news or anything. Glad to have you back,    cutie.”
   “Aw, god, babe, I’ve missed the hell outta you. Swear to    god, it’s like I’m steppin’ out in the sun after bein’ stuck    in a fuckin’ cave for months.”
“Guess who’s back? That’s right, the one, the only, the original Jake fuckin’ Jensen! What’s good? Sorry about pullin’ a Houdini, but hey, shit happens. So what’d I miss? Any good shit happen?”
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So I was reading back over the comics, and I get to the Pass: Part 3, and it's that part. Now, what I wanna talk about, I'm putting under a cut, because this is some sick shit, so, if you're easily disturbed or squicked by blood, guts, torture, etc, this is not the post you want to read, especially given the comic panel I'm posting under here.
So, Cougs wanders down into the tunnel and finds this:
This is Max's former lieutenant. This man was so dedicated to Max's cause that it took Fahdil (Aisha's father) doing this to him before he talked.
This shows just what the Losers were dealing with. People so far gone in their ideals and beliefs and own methods that they're willing to torture someone to this point, to leave him a walking, talking skeleton. They've dealt with all forms of fucked up, but this is nightmare territory, and of all the people to find him, it's Cougar.
This is a man whose life is well and truly over. He knows it, and he begs Cougar to kill him. The first words he speaks are "Kill me".
He knows Max is going to wipe him off the face of the planet for talking, and he's welcoming a possible merciful end that he probably never thought would come, not with Fahdil's men keeping him alive and in captivity. It gave Fahdil an edge in dealing with Max.
That's why Fahdil had to die. He had leverage in this prisoner. This man had his flesh flayed, an eyeball dug out, his lips cut from his face, the cartilage of his nose removed and left, bare and open, mucous membranes left open and exposed to the air (and if you've ever held your eyes open until they start to burn, or had your nostrils burn from the air being far too dry, take that and multiply it to a constant feeling in your eye socket or open nostrils).
His gums are bleeding from where they've yanked teeth, and his eye socket's still weeping, as well. It even looks as though they may have done something with his tongue.
You're looking at the face of a man who, if he survives, will know nothing but pain and isolation. He can't go back to his family and friends, and with the extensive level of injuries and scar tissue, the likelihood of having anything that resembles a normal face that functions is damn near impossible.
There's no muscle on some areas, no skin to even graft to, extensive nerve  damage due to the jagged, ripped edges of flesh.
Basically, this is fucking heartwrenchingly flawless. Yes, it's fucked up, and yes, it's sick and vile but it's fucking realistic, and it hurts to even think about someone being in that situation, but that's how it's supposed to hit you. This man isn't presented as a monster so much as someone who's been so broken down that now death is the only way to end the torment.
So a big fuck you/thank you to Diggle and Jock for making a series that soundly rips your heart out in ways you didn't think possible. I've never loved or hated a single moment in comics as much as I did this one.
