#Bad Guys Finish Last

[mandyraine]

Author interview with Rashun Carter

Meet Rashun Carter: author of the Wraith series, the award-winning thriller Stalker, the romantic comedy Bad Guys Finish Last, and the self-help books Restore and Food for Thought: Get Your Serving!

Rashun Carter, a Louisville, Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville with a Bachelor of Science in Communication, is an author of diverse genres, including science fiction, fantasy, mystery/thriller, romantic comedy, and self-help. His works include the Wraith series, the award-winning thriller Stalker, the romantic comedy Bad Guys Finish Last, and the self-help books Restore…

[kiivg]

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[shokveyv]

shut up

[cobaltfluff]

one last night

[bookrat]

I have one (1) little Sinosauropteryx available for $200~

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

song for the fic!!

"C'mon Pony, you know this." Darry can feel himself gettin' agitated. He wasn't meant to be a teacher. He didn't have the patience. He sighs, stands up from the table 'n runs a hand down his neck. The more frustrated he gets the antsier Pony became. Maybe they both just needed a break.

"I just don't get it!" Pony slams his pencil against the table 'n drops his head into his hands. Darry rolls his eyes, crosses over to the sink 'n tries his best to bite back on an almighty sigh. Glory, the kid was prone to dramatics.

It certainly didn't help that it was, for all accounts 'n purposes, a beautiful day. Probably the first warm one of the year. Soda 'n Steve, on a rare day off, were hangin' around the house, Two comin' to join in sometime after lunch. 'N it was clearly makin' Pony fidgety. But if the kid hadn't wanted to spend the weekend at the kitchen table, he should have done his goddamn homework last night when Darry had told him to.

Darry blows out a long breath, white knuckles the sink. The kid wasn't workin' his nerves on purpose. He was just frustrated.

The windows open 'n the kind of soft breeze they waited all winter for 'n dreaded missin' once the summer set in is whisperin' around the curtains. Soda's out in the yard, crouched down in the dirt, Steve 'n Two hoverin' over him. Steve's got his face all screwed up in disgust 'n Two's grinnin' so hard his mouth hurts. Darry sighs, some kind of longin' for bein' a kid crawlin' unpleasantly up his throat.

Pony, who'd been peekin' out at him from between his fingers, presses his palms against his eyes 'n groans. "C'mon, Dar, I'll do it later. I promise." He blinks up at Darry with big, wide eyes 'n Darry frowns at him sternly. He'd give anythin' to just let the kid rip the stupid math homework in half 'n call it a day.

"No, Pony, you said that last night. In fact, I remember you promisin' up 'n down you wouldn't bitch about it today if I let you go to the drive-in." Pony at least has the decency to look a little sheepish but he doesn't stop him from lettin' out a long, wordless whine. "C'mon, let's get it done."

Outside, Steve yowls 'n Two cackles. Both of them glance to the window again. It didn't matter how many years separated them, there's a common thread that connects them: the ache of missin' out on the first day of summer when the laughter slides under the door 'n the sun beats down onto that faded square on the wood floor 'n you'd do anythin' to throw on untied shoes 'n run out into the street, knowin' that there'd always be someone waitin' on the porch for you.

Glory, how had their parents done it?

"Look, just finish up this sheet." He wasn't as strong as their ma. 'N he would never claim to be. Pony pouts but sits up again, puttin' his pencil back to the paper. "So, if you-"

"Oh, you won't." Soda giggles from the lawn 'n Steve yowls.

"So if you-"

"Oh, I will." Someone tackles the other to the ground. A heap of freckled laughter rollin' around 'n grindin' grass stains into fresh white shirts.

"If you carry the one here-"

"I double dog dare ya!" That phrase never bode well in the Curtis gang 'n it's just enough excuse for Darry 'n Pony to blink at each other once 'n race to the front door. Pony gets there first, swingin' the screen hard against the house 'n trippin' out onto the creakin' porch. Darry's not far behind him.

Steve's got grass in his dark hair, vest bunched up high around his waist, legs stretched in front of him in the leaves, scowlin' at Soda in disgust 'n pure, childhood curiosity. The kind you get when you'd dare a friend to ride down the hill everyone was a lil' too scared to try 'n a little too proud to admit 'n watch as, for a moment, he rode on air. The closest a kid could ever get to the back of a lightnin' bolt. 'N then he'd bail 'n break his leg 'n you'd suddenly realize there was a reason everyone was scared of that ol' hill.

Two's on his knees, grass stains smudged across the places where they dig into the dirt, a dollar scrunched up in his fist, face split in eager anticipation.

Glory, Darry thinks suddenly, I remember when I'd've done anythin' for a dollar.

'N he had.

He glances down at Pony, the wind pushin' his bangs off his forehead 'n thinks about that hot July day a ten-year-old Soda 'n a thirteen year old Darry had convinced Pony that if he jumped off the porch railin' with a sheet he'd fly.

He'd busted his mouth. Darry 'n Soda had hastily paid him every nickel to their names in the form of hush money. Seven dollars 'n thirty-two cents.

God. But that had been a million years ago.

"Soda?" Pony calls 'n Soda whips around. He's danglin' a worm, wrigglin' 'n squirmin', over a mouth stained with strawberries 'n grinnin' wide, toothy smiles.

Hadn't Darry done that once? Caked fingers in mud 'n scraped soil from his nails? Had laughed 'n swallowed ants off the sidewalk whole for nothin' but the chance to stick out his tongue 'n say he had?

"Bleugh Soda that's gross!" Pony leaps the railin', swingin' his body straight up 'n over 'n for a second Darry could swear he was flyin'. 'N he lands on his feet 'n tackles Soda straight to the ground 'n for a second Darry cringes 'n thinks God, he was never gettin' those stains out 'n Pony's gotta get that math done 'n they were all too old to be horsin' around in the dirt like boys.

But then Soda's howlin' 'n he's lookin' over Pony's bony shoulder 'n grinnin' so wide it's like he was seven again, too many teeth in his mouth 'n too many feelin's in his heart 'n Steve 'n Two-Bit are laughin' 'n jumpin' in 'n Darry stops thinkin' about all of it.

He hops the railin' 'n when he lands he doesn't bail. It was the first real day of summer. Everythin' else could wait.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Oh gosh the roommates are unloading the dishwasher ... this is an answer to prayer

[ace-turned-confused]

wip wednesday

ty @whocaresstillthelouvre & @djarins-cyare for tagging me last wednesday & the previous weekend 💘 tagging you back for this week

can confirm my brain is still scrambled eggs with a side of bomb BUT i've actually made progress YIPPIE :) this is... still sheriff joel. if i haven't finished and posted this fic by next wednesday then pls lock me in writer jail.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Please,” you whisper, already breathless as you nod in response. You reach up to feel the scruff of his beard against the palm of your hand. “I was hoping this would’ve happened sooner…”

He meets your gaze at your confession, his pupils blown wide — it’s the same look he gave you the night he helped take off your corset.

“I, uh…”

“Go on, tell me,” he urges you, his fingers still tracing the skin of your shoulder underneath your blouse.

“I thought about you when I touched myself.” Your eyes fall closed as he peels away your blouse, dipping his head to kiss your bare shoulder. The hand curled around your waist pushes under your shirt, his palm and fingers cool and calloused against your quickly burning skin.

“Thought about you, too, sweetheart…” he whispers against your skin between kisses. You cart your fingers through his hair as he moves down your shoulder and along your neckline. “All I’ve been thinking about since that night under the stars.”

“You really mean that?”

“I ever lied to you before?” Lifting his head to look you in the eyes, he pulls his hand from under your shirt to fiddle with the frilly hem. “Can I take this off?”

npt: @evolnoomym @guiltyasdave @burntheedges @milla-frenchy @sixhours

@beefrobeefcal @almostempty @bitchesuntitled @yopossum @mermaidgirl30

@joelmillerisapunk @strang3lov3 @sawymredfox @morallyinept @sizzlingcloudmentality 💖

[kakushusband]

Me: god I'm so nervous abt tomorrow's driving class, today was really bad. I need to calm down somehow

Louie Pikmin:

Me: thanks Louie that's awesome

[brionysea]

if stranger things 5 comes out and they're like 'omg! the upside down has been a product of someone's dark and twisted mind this whole time! it's... WILL!' I'll immediately lose interest

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

men are so disappointing in so many ways i know i shouldn't expect most of them to be dignified humans but it's crazy. i need to get over this guy he's making my sense of self crumble even faster than it usually does. like he's just so unlike my usual type and i'm pretty convinced he's stupid and slutty and not discerning whatsoever. not to mention boring like i know even if i did have a chance with him he wouldn't Get Me at all so it's a bigger waste of time that usual and i'm actually pretty tired of men in general and definitely tired of parasocial relationships because they drive me insane for months typically. thankfully it's only been like 2 weeks if that at this point. idk. sigh. i know literally virtually nothing abt him as a person and ofc liking any public figure who you know nothing about is only setting yourself for heartbreak and disappointment to begin with bc you already know nothing is gonna come from it but. in a way it's almost addictive to become obsessed with someone and not be looked at with the same level of scrutiny. i don't think anyone in real life would ever try to get to know me as much as i try to get to know people who i'll never even meet. lmao! but that's the thing... idk... i have a lot of love in my heart and it consumes me and i reject my pride usually when i'm into someone. i want to know more... like VORACIOUSLY consuming anything with information about them involved simply because i think knowing someone is a very deep form of love but of course you can never truly know anyone. not completely. and that scares me i think which is why it's always probably been easier for me to never really TRY to be with anyone or have anything real. idk. this turned into me psychoanalyzing myself real quick but SOMEONE needs to bc i need to understand what the fuck is wrong w me.

[forecast0ctopus]

which characters do you want to draw more of?

yknow i feel like this is probably more pointed towards star trek. which there ARE a lot of trek characters id like to draw more of. but you just opened a whole can of worms man theres so much stuff i love that i havent really done much fanart for..... i want to do scooby-doo fanart soooo bad but i never get past the sketch phase....i havent drawn hardly any paranatural in ten years... woould love to draw more my babysitter's a vampire fanart its been so long since ive drawn those guys....... ive wanted to do jaane tu ya jaane na redraws for the longest time... okay i wont go on any longer ill stick anythin g else. in the tags lmao

[arthursfuckinghat]

Nobody warned me about how embarrassing it is to get arrested.. the zoomed out walk of shame kills me-

[novelconcepts]

Man, I really thought I'd be set to start posting this story for Christmas, but I vastly underestimated how exhausting starting work would be. My apologies. Soon! Hopefully very soon.

[turnaboutstar]

yeah yeah definitely not romantic and WHY WASN'T THIS GUY MENTIONED LAST GAME??? 

[iamthetruestrepairman]

monsters vs aliens community au…