#Breaker Banks

[pathetic-gamer]

more tim breaker appreciation for your Wednesday afternoon 👍

[guiscd]

> Ah Lecks - Forcing Myself to Read 25 Manhwa Recommendations

[tim-hoe-wan]

People who didn’t see that Taylor is not a good person until now have super weak bullshit sensors. Only a real loser who is secretly a mean person could write a song like You Belong with Me.

[taisantanna]

[crowcryptid]

Starting next week my schedule goes from bad to nightmare mode.

6 AM to 9:30 PM from Monday-Thursday. Surrounded by the most annoying people imaginable.

Fridays are *only* 6 AM to 6 PM. Lucky me.

Yippie. Yahoo.

Watch as I try not to think about the 3 hours of sleep I could get if my idiot boss let me work from home when all I do is type on a keyboard all day. Man. 3 hours of sleep.. and I wouldn’t have to deal with being the community punching bag. MAN………

[fatdaypants]

Circuit Breaker!!!! Weeeeee

[drafty-castle]

I’ve said before but I moved from southern USA where urban sprawl has eaten everything to northern Maine where everything is vibrant Green or sparkling White depending on the season. No billboards. Minimal urban sprawl. A “large city” is the equivalent to a medium-small town in Georgia/Tennessee.

Beautiful.

Is it for everyone? No. There’s little to no entertainment that you can’t make yourself, everything closes at eight or ten (including Walmart and McDonald’s), and unless you live downtown in a city or town with local access to necessities the need for a car is dire because the nearest anything might be fifty to a hundred miles away.

But the people are kind. Not nice in the Southern sense. There’s little chitchat between strangers or automatic smiles and politeness. But there is a deep seated culture of kindness and community support. Not necessarily in the financial sense (though there are a significant amount of aid programs that just don’t exist in the south available here), but in the “stranger-helping-a-stranger” sense. I think it’s due to generations of people knowing it could be their car (and before that, horse and buggy) on the side of the road during a snow storm needing help and so people automatically go out of their way to help others in kind. No questions, no expectations, sometimes not even an introduction! Just, “Hey! You stuck? Want me to hitch up your car with my winch? [gets car out of snow ditch] All right, see around. [drives off]” (True story)

It’s a complete culture shock compared to living in the parts of the South I come from, where people are polite to your face but more likely to turn their eyes away from anyone needing help or blame misfortune on God’s judgement or just watch in glee and gossip but not help. I’ll take standoffish but genuinely kind over polite but selfish any day.

Places can be beautiful and I enjoy looking at that beauty. But people can make someplace so much more than just pretty to look at. Having both in one location is sick a blessing.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Secret Service #191 by Michael Studt Via Flickr: Secret Service / Heft-Reihe [Old and Young King Brady, Detectives] The Bradys and the Bank Breakers; or, Working the Thugs of Chicago Frank Tousey / USA 19. September 1902) Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010 ex libris MTP dimenovels.org/Item/11391/Show

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[all-the-horsies-but-you-ask-them]

OCs that you can choose from (1/??)

[socialistexan]

Fully I need some of y'all to recognize that you are asking us to sacrifice ourselves for your morals. Pure and simple.

I just find it deeply frustrating as someone who has been not only Pro-Palestine, but anti-zionist for nearly 2 decades seeing people who couldn't locate Gaza on a map tell me that *now* aid to Israel is a deal breaker. We've known every US President has been supportive Israel from the partition to the Nakba to violation of the 67 boarders to the Iron Dome to now.

Y'all act as if Joe Biden has been unique in his Zionism and relationship to Israel when he is just another in a long line. My G-d the last guy (A MAN CURRENTLY RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT AND WHO WILL WIN IF WE DON'T DO SOMETHING) inflamed tensions in the region by moving the capital to Jerusalem from Tel Aviv and has told Netanyahu to "finish the job."

If this were an option of "worse conditions domestically and the genocide ends" and "better conditions domestically and the genocide continues" you'd have some kind of argument.

But what we have is "better conditions domestically and the genocide continious (with someone who is open to an arms embargo and ceasefire)" and "worse conditions domestically AND the genocide continues (and potentially gets worse and includes the West Bank)".

This isn't even a trolley problem, because one of the victims - the only one you seem to care about - is tied to both tracks. And one of those tracks (the only one y'all ever seem to want to talk about) has the opportunity to slow down or even stop the trolley. But since it won't stop fast enough, we have to go with the other one that I'm tied to.

I understand that some of you are too young or too caught up in ideology to realize this, but a vote is not an expression of morals.

I can't advocate for Gaza if I'm dead. I can't protest for Gaza if it's illegal and they deport everyone who supports Gaza (which is an actual plan Trump is running on). I can't fight for Gaza if I'm too busy fighting to stay alive.

[del-thetiredwriter]

Mafia Au/Good luck while running away from mafia part 5

İntro, Part 0.5 , Part1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , part 4

Warnings: yandere stuff, my not too good English, mentions of death , fighting stuff, too long?..

Tags: @hrhqueenfox , @hasty-desert , @oceanside-pixie , @lianreine , @h3apm3ch4n151m , @cecilebutcher , @ayachansan , @roseapov , @randomlyappearingartist , @serenity-loves-red , @wonderlandcrown , @nightw-izhu , @moonlight-nightwing , @lorkai , @lucid-stories , @morokumi, @lloyura , @juliechi , @noemiaaomi , @eternal-ways @stingywiththeirusername , @00hellohello00 , @bougrell , @akumo-shioki , @beutifulthingsiadore, @kchan3s , @aryuunachigiri , @literallyangy , @sxftiebee

The sound of hard and fast footsteps echoed in the hallway. You suddenly opened the wooden door. The dark-skinned man sitting in the room was startled by your sudden opening of the door. However, he grinned when he saw that it was you who entered.

“Oh my little imp~ what wind brought you here?”

He opened his arms affectionately. However, you did not answer. You closed the circuit breaker of the room. Then you drew the curtains.

“Uh Y/n?”

After looking around for a while, you sat on the chair across from him.

“Please give me your phone.” You said coldly.

“Uh Y/n, you are acting really weird right now-“

You cut him off.

“Please give me your phone and any recording device you have, otherwise I am not responsible for what happens Sam-san.”

He gave you his phone in confusion. After closing up his phone , you threw the file in your hand on the table between the two of you.

“This?”

“I will be frank. We both know you sent this, Sam-san. The seal gives you away, I think you used it. To get me to come to you. Explain. Is what it says here true?”

The dark skinned man grinned. He leaned back in his chair.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about-“

You pulled a check from your pocket and placed it on the table.

“Talk.”

The man’s eyes lit up when he saw the check.

“Oh, they really pay you well, huh? Okay, let’s talk then. Yes, I sent it and you know I do my job well, everything it says there is true.”

You clenched your teeth . You tensed up because you heard something you didn’t want to hear, but you had to stay calm.

“Someone must have asked you to send me these documents, otherwise I don’t think you would send me this just to do me a favor. Tell me, who was the client who asked you to look into these documents and send them to me?”

“Oh, my little devil, please you’re breaking my heart. I’m not that bad of a person, but yes, a client of mine asked me to look into this, but I can’t tell you who it is.”

“How much do you want?”

“Oh sweetie, I can’t answer this question even if you give me your entire bank account, I’m sorry. Another question?”

“Why? Why would they do something like that? The executives… why would they frame me? What have I ever done to them?” You were trying to control your voice.

“Well, I don’t know. No one knows what’s going through those maniacs minds. But it’s not a complete lie, I mean I’m talking about your blood relationship with that man-“

“I eliminated that man, and as my first duty! I didn’t even know about that man… until I got my hands on these documents. But I never betrayed the organization. Why?.. so who knows about the current situation?”

“So as far as I know, the executives naturally. Me, you and my Client.”

“So are you and your client on my side?”

“I don’t know about my client, but I only care about my money and of course it depends on the risk involved.”

You stood up. You adjusted your suit.

“You won’t tell anyone about our conversation today, Sam-san. Also, I have a job for you. I want you to report to me every step the executives take. Understood? if you do anything wrong-“

You took out your voice recorder from your pocket.

“I’ll drag you with me. Understood? Good. If anyone asks, I was here for the tea.”

You walked towards the door. Sam stood up at your words.

“Hey, how am I supposed to follow all of them at the same time? Hey Y/n!”

He tried to protest. You turned around before leaving.

“That’s your problem. And I’ll pay you as much as I can, don’t worry.”

And you left the information dealer alone in the room.

-

As you walked towards your office, you noticed that the door wasn’t locked. When you opened the door, you were met with Deuce. The moment you entered, the navy-haired Heartslabyul boy turned to you.

“Deuce? Why are you here?”

“Oh, hello Y/n. Trey-san made a strawberry cake. He asked me to bring it to you.”

“I see. Thank you…”

Your eyes drifted to the potted plant behind Deuce. He was busy with it until he noticed you had entered.

“By the way, how did you get in?”

“Oh, the door was unlocked.”

The door was unlocked , you thought to yourself.

“I see. If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you off. Don’t make Riddle-san mad with your absence, hmm?”

You tried to send him off.

“Oh, yeah…Right. See you then, Y/n.”

After sending the navy-haired boy away, you slowly walked towards the potted plant. You slowly started to water the plant.

You found the small black device you were looking for among the leaves. I found it, you said to yourself. Apparently there was an extra camera in your office. An unwanted camera…

- Current Timeline

“Look at the state of yourself . You’re a complete mess .” The black-haired beautiful boy criticized you.

“As if I care that much.” You replied indifferently. You were checking the cables of the machines while eating your sandwich.

“By the way, it was almost impossible to get into the city. I would like to point out that they have posted men at all the entrances and exits. How do you plan on getting out?”

The black-haired boy spoke again.

“That’s my problem Neige, just focus on your job.”

“…what exactly did you do that the entire mafia is after you right now? You’re the most talked topic in the underworld right now.”

You didn’t answer. You just focused on your job.

“Hey, I provided you with all that food, water, clothes, weapons and vehicle. Can I at least get a proper answer?”

Neige whined. But you just ignored him.

“By the way, this is an old abandoned place? What are we doing in this amusement park?”

The black-haired assassin asked.

“We’ll hunt.” You replied. You had completed the final checks by now.

“We’ll hunt? Aren’t you the one being hunted? Besides, you’re injured.”

“Just do what I said. I’ve already paid you and your boss owes me. Besides I thought you wanted to see Vil-san.”

The young assassin opened his mouth to say something but chose to remain silent.

“Whatever. Look, the plan is that either Ignihyde or Pomefiore will most likely attack. Diasomnia usually prefers to be the last one to show up . Your job is to help me escape from Vil-san, okay? It’s that simple.”

You explained your plan to him.

“They will catch you anyway. Why are you running away? Nonsense.”

You took a deep breath.

“I wish your mouth was as pretty as your face… Just do what I say, you understand.”

The young assassin shrugged and you two started to wait.

“Here they come.” You said as you watched the footage of the camera you had repaired

“You’re lucky. Vil-san came too.” You said as you cut the cable of the camera you had repaired earlier.

“Uh, why did you only fix one camera and then cut the cable again?”

Neige pointed to the cable you had cut.

“There’s a good chance they’ll split up and someone will come here to check. Anyway, let’s get to work.”

-

“So, they are hiding here?”

The Rookie assassin asked as he got out of the car.

“Mmh. According to the road records we got, yes.” The blonde sniper confirmed.

“Anyway, there’s only one entrance and exit to this place, and that’s here. Rook, you stay here. Epel, you’re coming with me.”

The Pomefiore executive said.

“I can do this job on my own-“

Epel tried to object.

“Are you stupid? Even though they are injured, Y/n was trained by Divus Crewel himself. If you go one-on-one with them, your chances of winning are very low.”

Vil stopped him.

“I don’t think there’ll be any problems. If there’s a problem, we’ll notice it through our communication devices. Let him do what he wants.”

The sniper intervened. The blonde manager sighed.

“Okay. But your communication device will always be on, is that clear?”

-

The young assassin walked forward with confident steps. What a big amusement park, he thought. He headed towards a tent that looked like a large circus tent that caught his eye up ahead. Perhaps the person he was looking for was here.

Y/n L/n is the right-hand man of Boss Crowley, the apple of eye of the executives, and according to some rumors, Crowley's heir. Before Epel met them. he found them annoying. He thought it was ridiculous that all executives were circling around one person, but after meeting them , he understood why. Y/n wasn't perfect, but there was something about them that drew people to them, something he couldn't quite put his finger on...

Y/n was affectionate, they would intervene whenever Vil would scold him or punish him. Sometimes they would bring him gifts from their business trips. They would have regular movie nights with the other rookies…but everything was ruined. Y/n ruined everything. They betrayed them...

When Epel entered the big tent, he was sure that it was an old circus tent. He started looking around… I guess they are not here, he thought to himself. He had just turned around when something fell on him from above. Someone.

The young assassin jumped back reflexively.

He was speechless when he saw the person in front of him.

“Oh, it’s just you. I thought it was Vil-san and got excited. Anyway, let’s finish this quickly.”

Neige LeBlanche. The best assassin in the underworld outside of Vil. The assassin who was always compared to Vil by many people. Just like Vil’s nickname was Poisoned Apple, Neige’s was Snow White. He was also the assassin of the rival mafia.

“So Y/n really did betray us, huh?” Epel said nervously.

The black-haired assassin didn’t answer. He just smiled…

-

Vil walked forward with firm and confident steps. For some reason, he had a feeling that the person he was looking for would be here, in the mirror maze. He stopped and focused. There were faint footsteps…they are here, he thought to himself.

He focused on where the footsteps were coming from…Clank!

“Oh, I broke the wrong mirror.” And again, and again…

The sound of mirrors breaking echoed through the maze.

And again, Clank!

You jumped back.

“Oh, I found you!” He grinned mischievously, like a child who had finally gotten a toy he had wanted for a long time.

He swung his dagger at your injured shoulder, but you managed to dodge.

“Bastard.” You said.

He grinned. You dodged as he attacked.

You could have attacked him if you wanted, but no. Vil’s goal was to distract you. You had to focus on and avoid his attacks . At least until Neige came.

Vil’s nickname wasn’t poisoned apple for nothing. He would kill his victims by poisoning them. He would also poison most of the weapons he used. So that dagger should never touch you.

You jumped back again. But suddenly Vil stopped.

“Look at you, nch nch nch… you are a mess. How much can you resist me, hmm? Besides, you are injured. If you surrender, even though you are a traitor, I can help you with your punishment. ”

“Traitor? Oh no, you are the one who betrayed. You betrayed me! All of you! I am only saving myself.” You said harshly.

Vil’s face tightened when he heard the word betrayal.

“We didn’t betray you. We just took precautions.”

You laughed unwillingly at his words.

“Precautions? Who do you think you are kidding? I heard those conversations with my own ears. Whether you accept it or not. You stabbed me from my back . I was going to be declared a traitor one way or another.”

Vil started to attack aggressively again, and you got defensive.

Where was Neige?..

Vil tried to hit his injured shoulder again, and just as you were about to retreat, a voice came.

“Vil-san!”

Neige LeBlance had finally arrived.

You backed away while Vil was distracted by the voice.

The black-haired assassin quickly attacked the blonde assassin.

“You’re late,” you said.

“Sorry, I ran into a little rookie on the way. Well, the rest is up to me. You can leave.” Neige replied.

“So you’re working with RSA, huh? And you’re saying you didn’t betray us!” Neige’s presence was more than enough to drive Vil crazy. You knew that very well. That was one of the reasons you wanted Neige. He was Vil’s greatest enemy.

You grinned and ran away from the mirror maze.

-

As you expected, you saw the blonde sniper at the entrance. He was waiting cross-legged.

He must have noticed your arrival because he stood up and smiled. There were only a few meters between you.

“It’s been a long time, huh? You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I suggest you run, Rook. Vil obviously placed you here just in case, but I advise you not to waste time with me. I don’t know how your little rookie Epel is doing right now.”

The blonde man’s eyebrow rose at your words.

“What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’?”

You grinned to break the sniper’s composure.

“It’s true that I can’t ‘harm’ him, but who knows what an enemy assassin might do to him? If I were you, I’d hurry up and find him, otherwise…” you didn’t finish the sentence. Your words were enough to make the sniper nervous.

He looked at you one last time.

“You’ll get caught sooner or later, you know that.”

He said and walked away to find the young rookie as soon as possible.

And as for you, You got into the car you asked Neige to provide for you and drove away.

-

“Agh! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ashton Vargos, once again frustrated, took the money from his losing bet out of his wallet and reluctantly handed it to Sam.

“It’s going pretty well so far, huh? But some people seem to be in a bad mood.” Crowley sipped his tea.

“Stop messing with Crewel, Crowley.”

Mozus Trein said.

“Trein-sensei, I didn’t do anything.” Crowley said mischievously.

“ You are truly the devil himself .” Trein sighed.

“You’re breaking my heart, Trein-sensei. I’m a real gentleman. Everyone knows that.” Crowley said, his voice wasn’t like the voice of someone who was upset, but rather a mocking tone.

“Of course, whatever you say. It's not like you killed the previous Boss and framed Ramshackle, who was the biggest threat to your seat. Now you're doing the same to them ... are you having fun?" Mozus Trein said. His voice was calm, perhaps because of his age.

"Very much. I'm having so much fun."

[extravagav]

I stand by my statement 😔😔😔

THEYRE GETTING LOOK UPS OH ITS SO OVER

Idk when they're getting released but SOON OH SOON!!!!!!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

dealbreaker

HEAVILY inspired by this post by @whinesandwhimpers

words: 500

warnings: smoking

you brush your hair out of your face, regretting your bangs at this moment as you press your back against the brick wall. you tug at your uniform, suddenly feeling constricted by your clothing.

you fan your face, glad that it's a rare cold day in the outer banks, giving you some relief. you're not usually stressed out by your server shifts, but you occasionally get a table that is so obnoxious that you have to step out for your break once they leave. thankfully, your manager is pretty understanding.

you glance over when the door bursts open, an unfamiliar man stepping into the alley. it's not too much of a surprise, the door is accessible by customers, just not used too often.

the man glances over to you as he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “want a smoke?”

you scrunch your nose up, shaking your head no.

“suit yourself.” he says, sticking the cigarette into his mouth, pulling a lighter out next and taking the flame to the end at lighting it.

he takes a deep breath in before letting out a puff of air. “im rafe.”

“y/n.” you reply.

“nice to meet you.” his eyes flicker down to your uniform. “you work here?”

“yeah, im a server.” you say.

“that's a shame.” rafe says, taking another deep puff of his cigarette.

“why do you say that?” you question, tilting your head to the side.

“you're beautiful. a girl like you shouldn't have to be waiting tables.”

“alright, you can pay my rent then.” you joke with a roll of your eyes. you should have suspected that rafe was just another typical customer, stuck up and full of themselves.

rafe makes a face like he actually considers it, sending a puff of smoke out. you wave your hand through the air, trying to keep it away from you, not wanting to come back in with a uniform smelling of smoke.

“not a fan of smoking?” he questions.

“it's nasty.” you wrinkle your nose. your parents didn't smoke, and you never knew anyone who did frequently, so you never got used to the smell.

“is it a deal breaker for you?” rafe questions.

you scrunch your brows together. “what do you mean?”

“well-” rafe begins. “would you date someone who smokes?” he takes a step closer. “kiss someone?”

“no, i guess i wouldn't.” you shrug.

rafe immediately tosses the cigarette onto the concrete, stamping it out with his shoe. rafe takes the pack out of his pocket next, tossing it into the dumpster.

“what, are you interest?” you laugh.

“yeah, what if i am?” rafe questions.

you aren't sure what to say. he may be rich and cocky, but he's also handsome, and you can't deny feeling at least physically attracted to him.

“well…” you glance at your watch. “my shift is over in two hours.”

rafe smirks at you, nodding his head. “ill be here.”

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

WTH? When I looked at this home, I thought, what is that? A bank? 1961 build in Traverse City, MI w/3bds, 4ba, listed for $795K.

Yep, it's a bank. And, guess what? You get the drive-thru, too. But, they removed the hydraulic system. WTF? You do still have 3 lanes, the open/closed lights and the service window. But, that's not all. Actually, it's a floppy flip- they left a lot of stuff undone.

You also get this weird building next to it, where they must've done other banking stuff. But, whatever flipper did this, removed the vault, and that's the best part!

I mean, really. It's still got all the glass bank doors.

You basically enter the kitchen. Follow the plastic blue road to Munchkin Land.

Hey...a new house and I gotta buy my own appliances? I never saw anything like this. Come on, now. Deal breaker.

The living room or dining room, who knows, wraps around to the bank's former side doors by the drive-in.

A lot of banks have this rounded column feature and they left it.

All bedrooms are like this- featureless, with a closet, sliding doors to an en-suite and industrial ceilings with pipes and things.

Small 3 pc. with plastic bath insert, no tile.

The primary bedroom has a walk-in closet and a big bank window.

And, fancier tile in the shower.

I think that this may be the drive-thru window room.

Spiral stairs to the basement.

Cinderblock half bath. Looks like the original door.

Large finished basement, no washer dryer, just a laundry room. Guess this flip was running way over budget.

There's really no yard to speak of on the 6,969 sq ft lot, but there's plenty of parking.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1028-E-8th-St-Traverse-City-MI-49686/339600007_zpid/