#Cheep Car

[clownleys]

What was the film that you saw at a midnight screening? I'd love to go an event like that!

it was some b-movie screening at my local theatre! ✨

they host events like that every other month and i adore the atmosphere there!! everyone is blatantly cracking their sodas open the second opening credits roll, the audience is bursting with laughter one dialogue line at the time and the last time i was there a cute girl offered me a package of wasabi-coated peanuts (she's just discovered she hates them). we established common ground over that

i think this particular one was birdemic 2? which might paint you the picture better than i did!

[myothertardisisonthemun]

Brutalist buildings know how use drama.

Look at all these shapes and light and shadow.

This place has cylindrical elevators. Just for the heck of it!

Stepping inside a good brutalist building is like being in a fortress from another dimension, you feel invincible.

“I love endless corridors, I love doors that lead where they shouldn’t and stairways to nowhere, I love rooms whose dimensions don’t add up and angles that don’t make sense” bro, that’s not cosmic horror, it’s just Brutalism.

[number1jaymerrickhater]

Marble hornets 2024 au

Jay finds all the old video files on an old sd card on an old camera he stole borrowed from Alex.

Instead of tapes its flash drives.

Jay either nonstop posts or doesn’t update for a month and theres no in between.

Would basically liveblog everywhere he goes then disappear for days.

“ ‘Ok guys going into the tunnel wish me luck’ picture of dark and spooky tunnel. ‘Its pretty dark down here but luckily I still have signal’ ‘found something that seems to be Tim’s medical records, will update when I get home.’ ‘BdhdhHHEHDHEUS DAJEBEJA hurhei’”

Jay wouldn’t livestream in the wild, but he would randomly start streaming while he sorts through the video footage and shit

“Ok guys I think I found- Oh thanks buttlover98 for the donation, they’re always appreciated hotels aren’t cheep- anyways I think I found another clip of Alex killing someone.”

Theres at least one time Jay falls asleep on stream and Hoddie comes in, waves to the camera, then shuts down the stream

The totheark twitter account is just a troll account.

Jay posts something about finding some footage and they just ratio him with a picture of him sleeping in his car or some shit like that

They make edits of stalking Jay and post it on Tik Tok along with their mystery clues and shit

Totheark posts a video thats just webcam footage from Jay doing Marble Hornets shit on his computer, when Jay sees this he proceeds to smash his computer, get a new one, and keep the camera covered with a post it when he’s not streaming.

Alex has no social media presence both before and after Jay starts digging shit up

That being said there is an anonymous account in Jay’s tik tok comments constantly commenting “oh wow thats wild, I think I know something that can help you out if you tell me where you are we can meet up :)”

This only works once

Hoodie would livestream himself stalking people just for shits and giggles

“‘How did you find me?’ ‘You have your snapmap turned on you’re not exactly hard to find.’”

[over-powered-reader-insert]

Two Kings and a Heir

Ghost king Nico Di Angelo meets Ghost king Danny Fenton who meets Damain Wayne after some how being launched in to the dc univers ( Nico and Danny that is)

Danny needed a safe place as his univers is nolonger ( reaveal gone wrong)

Nico isn't sure how he got into the dc universe but he's knows that he's not in his new work any more ( takes place before the trils of Apollo)

Because ghost work diifertly in the dc universe Danny would have relearn how to use his powers: ie control over his ice core, intangibility, invisibility, ghostly wail, eco blast ect. His ghost sense is going haywire, half going off. There's no puff of mist leaving his mouth, but is has his entire body tense. Danny learns quickly that the ghost of this world works differently, no one but him can see them, and even then it's hard for him the see them half the time. ( it's just a slivery after image in hisn periphery but they disappear when he tries to look at them head on.)

Hunger still affects Danny, not as much as before the accident, but he's still half human and he still need to eat. Something cheep and greasy. There were no nasty burger here, just a place called bat burger where he clocks an nother kid around his age as being something more then a laminar but close to a halfa like him, developing core maybe?

Nico new that he wasn't in New York anymore when he woke up, and he's quick to learn that he's in jersey, in a city call gotham. A place that didn't exist before. he's half scared that he was placed in the lotus casino again, he knows that's impossable. but the fear lingers. ( it happens once but who's to say that it won't happen again?) Nico needed information, he don't know where he is, when he is , so he plans to summon a ghost. But first he needs a happy meal.

The clost thing to a mc' Donald's is a place called bat burger. There Nico meets Danny, and they both clock each other as pooled who has an extremely association with death, and the underworld. Another child of hades? Maybe.

Silent communication passed he tween the two of them. The cashier clears her throat, and Danny orders first before stepping to the side and lingering awkwardly behind the other boy as he places his order, a kids meal. The kid walks to a booth at the back, one shrouded in shadows. Danny is half compiled to follow, every time he meets a halfa they tried to kill him first and get to know him second. But so far this was going great. He joins the kid at the booth.

Silence lingers between then the boy stared out the window at the few passing cars, Danny decided to pick at napickn, a black stylized bat decorated the corner. How was she supposed to go about this with out fist flying? He's not at his strongest at the moment. He's been doing good so far at ignoring the ach of the vivisection wound. Hastily stitched half healed, sleeping and eating would heald the thing faster, he just need a place to sleep, and stock up kn canned food and granola bars. Maybe he could break into one of the abandon buildings.

" Nico." The boys said suddenly.

Um

What?

Name, name, names. That was his name. He should-

" Danny! Yeah... call me Danny."

This was a good start, names are good. It doesn't matter that he's on the sudden verg of panic, or that he was getting a migraine from the constant half use of his ghost sense.

" son of hades?" Nico asked tentatively as I'd he was sharing a secret.

" what? No my dad isn't-"

" Hecate then, she's your mother right? Your too old not to know who your godly parent is, and you can't be unclaimed." Nico said in a rapid wishper, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to attack.

" No wait, dude calm down, I think I know what's going on." But before he could answer they were called to get food. Looking over his shoulder the cashier looked unimpressed. Right food, the original reason why he's here.

Part two later

[m1xt4pe-m4ster]

hi i’m really low on money rn and my car has broken down making my commute to work difficult. so this is just a reminder that my commissions are open

here’s a small portfolio so you don’t have to scroll through my blog

please prioritize Palestinian gfms first but if you’re able to the help is kinda desperately need it.

at the very least please spread this around

dm for prices i run very cheep.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

It’s impossible to read this and not start singing this damn song

kyd chapter 11

[mancer-in-the-abbey]

This coding course is kicking my ass, have some general ghoul headcanons, one for each of them

Phantom/Aeon: New Bug, as ever, strikes me as a “fake it till you make it” kind of guy. As such, it kinda makes me feel like he’d be a theater kid if given the chance, and although I think he’d get a kick out of musicals (Phantom of the Opera, ha ha), I think specifically he’d be into improv. Like, there is no chance his comfort show ISN’T Whose Line Is It Anyway. The minute someone introduced him to D&D, it’s over for everyone.

Aurora: I think she has a soft spot for classic opera pieces. It really lets her go all out in a technical sense, use her range to its fullest extent. It’s stereotypical, but her favorite aria is the Queen of the Night. It’s so damn fun to do this quick jumps in scale in such quick succession!

Sunshine: MASSIVE sweet tooth. Like, yes she knows her corporeal form is fragile and she needs to take care of it, and she does to some extent! She keeps very fit! But fuck if she doesn’t just devour a pound cake if she’s given the opportunity. Will absolutely get a hell of a stomach ache after, but in her mind it’s worth it. Hey, at least she takes good care of her teeth to match!

Rain: A fan of Dancing With The Stars! Though he himself is not known to be all that steady on his feet, he loves watching people who aren’t traditionally considered athletic be put into a professional dance setting and either crash and burn or get better over time. He honestly doesn’t care about the celebrity aspect in the least, barely pays attention to the slice-of-life interviews before the dances themselves, but MAN does he love to pick apart someone’s performance and try to guess what the judges will give before the scores are announced.

Cumulus: Wasn’t initially a gamer, she more preferred to watch those who were have fun in the ghoul common room, but she didn’t have much else to do during the pandemic so… yeah, she just CONSUMED everything Rain sent her way. Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Portal and Portal 2x Hades, the entire Resident Evil franchise up to that point, even DOOM Eternal funny enough. She’s kept up with since then, but still has massive fondness for Animal Crossing.

Cirrus: Loves gem stones and precious metals! She has a real crow instinct but is kinda picky about it, like she’ll get fixated on a shiny gold hair clip with rinestones on it but if it feels too cheep in her hands she’ll lose interest entirely. Even still, her jewelry collection is LARGE. One expensive magpie, that woman, but she shares with the other ghouls if they ask so it evens out.

Swiss: It doesn’t fully mesh with go-to interpretation of him but I once read a headcanon that posited Swiss being able to replicate sounds to an uncanny degree and I am bringing it back here because I love it so damn much, kinda plays into being a little bit of every ghoul. I like to think if you startle Swiss he’ll forget to use his normal voice and just goes straight to the sound effects board. Phantom accidentally pops in from nowhere? Sudden air horn blast. Dew tackling him to the ground? The sound of a car going past you. Mountain stepping on his tail? Fire alarm. Someone kicks him in the balls? Microphone feedback. For a while.

Mountain: He likes eating rocks and precious metals. It’s already a thing with some subsets of earth ghoul, but like for Mountain it’s at a higher level. His preferred snack is those semi-precious rocks you get at tourist attractions, he will just chow down on it like popcorn. When that’s not available, however, he uses salt to sate the the itch. Dude keeps a salt lamp in his room that he uses as a salt lick when no one’s looking. This also extends to novelty items MADE of salt. Those Himalayan salt shot glasses? One-use only. Go straight into his mouth.

Aether: One of those tricks Omega showed him during era 3 is how to use your own quintessence on yourself, something generally considered to be very hard to do amongst quint ghouls. Aether has tweaked and expanded on this ability and has learned how to… basically hotbox but with quintosis. Not something he does often cause it’s draining but sometimes it’s nice to unwind on a near molecular level. Among the few he shares this ability with are Dew, Mountain, and Swiss. He’ll teach the new bug when he feels he’s ready for that kind of power…

Dewdrop: is actually a really good cook! Like really good, actually. He got really into watching Food Network when he first came to Earth which evolved into watching older cooking shows. This further evolved into experimenting with his own recipes. He’s also taught Mountain everything he knows about how to handle the kitchen, so they tend to share cooking duty between the two of them. No one’s complained yet!

[clotpolesonly]

In The Habit Of Having You With Me

for the Stiles Shipping Central monthly exchange!! haven't done one of these in a while, lol, and haven't written for my beloved boys in even longer 🥺 back on my unrelenting fluff bullshit, sorry not sorry, hope you enjoy uwu | Sterek | 865w | Gen | Established Relationship | Mornings | Fluff | (also on AO3)

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Despite being a mythological creature largely associated with the nighttime, Derek had always been an early riser. The world was a noisy, noisy place, and early morning was the quietest it ever seemed to get. Especially when he was young, his large house crammed with an even larger family, the hour before dawn was the only option if he wanted to experience anything other than chaos, so he made it a habit to be the first one up. Call it the self-defense mechanism of the introverted middle child.

There was just something deeply peaceful about the stillness of it, the hush of a day before it’s properly begun, the slowness that precedes the scramble of business as usual.

Not to mention, he loved a good sunrise. The only thing better than standing on the porch in brisk fall weather to watch the sun rise over the treeline with a cup of good coffee in hand would be doing so with the love of his life at his side.

Unfortunately, it took a fucking forklift to get Stiles out of bed in the morning.

Most days, Derek would roll over somewhere around 6:20am with a yawn and a good, deep stretch. He would turn to gaze lovingly at his boyfriend and find Stiles face down in a pillow, completely unresponsive, snoring fit to wake the devil. He would nudge and poke and whisper and drop kisses on whatever part of Stiles he could reach. Stiles would mumble back something along the lines of “carrier twelve mirror dog” or “where’d you put the Gilligan” and fling an arm out in Derek’s direction like he was casting a fishing line. Sometimes this hit him in the face, sometimes it missed completely, and sometimes it successfully snagged Derek around the waist.

Derek liked that Stiles always wanted him close, so strongly that even his subconscious was always reaching out for him. It was endearing. Made Derek feel very loved.

However, it also prevented him from getting out of the bed. This made Derek feel very annoyed, especially when Stiles was of the opinion that “morning” didn’t begin until somewhere around 10am.

One would think that, as a werewolf, Derek would be able to extricate himself from his human boyfriend’s embrace without too much trouble, but, somehow, one would be wrong. Stiles had to have some kind of fucking were-octopus genetics in his lineage somewhere because some mornings, Derek came very close to having to chew his own arm off if he didn’t want to lie there, wide awake and affectionately trapped, for four hours. There were a lot of sacrifices that he was willing to make for Stiles, but four conscious, bed-ridden hours without coffee was not one of them.

And so Derek spent most mornings alone, on the porch of his newly rebuilt home, with his coffee and his sunrise and his silence.

It wasn't as nice as it used to be.

This particular one really was lovely, though, even if he'd had to pry himself regretfully out of Stiles’ grip to earn the privilege of seeing it. It painted the Preserve with pink and gold, a stunningly beautiful backdrop to match the charming soundtrack of the early birds cheeping to each other. There were no cars yet on the nearby road. Only the sounds of nature and—

“Cannot believe you do this every day.”

Before Derek could turn around, familiar arms wound their way around his waist. An equally familiar forehead thunked against the nape of his neck. Derek took one hand off the warmth of his coffee cup to cover Stiles’ where they clasped each other over his stomach.

“You're up,” he said. “You're never up.”

Stiles made a plaintive sound, cold nose nuzzling. “Missed you.”

Derek smiled. “Do you want some of my coffee?”

“Fuck no, I'm going back to sleep in, like, point-two minutes and you can't stop me.”

Derek's smile grew. “I wouldn't try.” 

He tapped at Stiles’ hands until he loosened his hold, then turned himself around without leaving the embrace. Stiles’ face was grumpy and bleary, pillow creases still marring his cheeks, and he only deigned to crack open one of his eyes. He was every bit as beautiful as the sunrise.

Derek kissed him. Stiles’ grumpy expression did not change, but he made another of those plaintive little noises when Derek pulled back. His fingers flexed against Derek's lower back, holding him tighter.

Derek said, “Thank you.”

“You better appreciate how much I love you, dude. I would not do this for literally anybody else.”

“I know.”

Derek turned back around and let Stiles adhere himself to his back. Within seconds, Stiles was snoring against his shoulder. Derek didn't mind. In a few minutes, he would rouse Stiles again and lead him back to bed. Derek might even join him there, read a book or something while Stiles used him as a teddy bear for another hour or two.

For the moment, though, he was excruciatingly content. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the coffee was perfectly brewed, and the love of his life was—grudgingly—at his side. He'd been right. There really was nothing better.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Can I make a request about the last night of season 5, when Johnny and co. break into Terry's house to confront him? Maybe he sees them coming and puts reader in a panic room or hides her away somewhere where she's watching everything through security cameras, and he gives up the opportunity to kick ass or go check on the dojo to come find you, knowing that you're panicking and worried sick about him? Maybe ending in some spicy along the lines of "I'm so glad you're alive please take me now"? Thanks! :)

Thank you so much for the request! I will certainly try my best 🤗💚

You and Terry are sat on his black sofa infront of the fire place, cuddled up together and sharing some wine. "Hows your wine sweetheart?" "Very nice thank you babe, is this the one you bought on our trip to Italy?" "Is very much is, from the man who owned the best vineyard in the whole country. I only get the best for my girl" "I know you can afford the best Terry, but you know very well that it could easily be a cheep bottle of wine from the corner shop and I'd be happy with it" "I know that sweetheart, I know that money isn't something you need, but just think of it as a way for me to show you how much you mean to me" "Oh...I can think of many other ways you do that babe..." "(chuckles) I certainly do..." His hand reaches to your chin as he leans down and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. It almost turns more passionate before Kim walks back in from the kitchen. "So are we going to go back to discussing business Terry? What more was there to do for the upcoming dojo's?" Kim asked as she sat on the other black sofa opposite us. "Well Kim, it seems that-"

"Babe? Did you hear that?" "No? What's wrong sweetheart?" "I thought I head a crashing noise from outside" Suddenly the sound of car tyres was heard outside and Kim picked up the I pad from the table showing the security cameras. "It seems we have company. Kim, I need you to go to the dojo, the camera in there is showing something too. You go and sort it out" "Yes Terry" Kim leaves through the back of the house and Terry turns to you, still holding the I pad. "Babe who is that? Whoever it is, they can't drive very well. And is that a limo? Who drives a limo into someone's home?" "I have a feeling I know who this is, come with me sweetheart" He puts the I pad down and takes your hand, guiding you up the stairs and down the hallway "Terry, what's going on?" "Sweetheart, I have this feeling that it will get dangerous down there, and I need to make sure your somewhere safe. Come in hear" He opens his office door and leads you inside. "Please stay in hear until I come and get you ok? The door can only be opened from the inside and out with the code on the door, the code is your birthday. Whatever happens, promise me you'll stay in hear, nothing is going to stop me from getting back to you but you must stay in hear"

"Is this because I don't know how to fight?" "Partially, but I also wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you. I love you" He gives you a quick but romantic kiss before looking into you eyes with a serious look. "Please sweetheart, promise me" "I promise Terry" He looks just a little calmer before giving you another kiss, and leaves the door closing the door behind him. It locks automatically and you hear his footsteps going back down stairs. You were experiencing a mixture of feelings, safety for being in hear away from danger, but also worry because you had never seen Terry get like this, when he got this serious about your safety, something bad was about to go down. If Terry was this worried, was HE in danger this time? Not knowing what else to do, you sit at Terry's computer desk and open up the camera page, where there are several cameras around the house. You look at the front door camera and see...is that?...Mike? Johnny and Chozen? They are barely a threat? And what are they doing? Are they deciding to break the door dow-oh! oh no it seems Chozen had just pushed it.

Are they drunk? They certainly look like it. They enter the front door and you can see Terry is sat on his chair, but the camera isnt playing audio, so you can't hear what they are saying.

Mike looks confrontational, is he about to go for Terry? Oh wait? Is that one of the new sensei's from cobra kai? Oh my God! Mike has gone for the sensai! And Terry has left heading towards his weapons room! More sensei's enter the room and go for Johnny...but where's Chozen gone? You cant see him on the camera. You keep looking everywhere until you see that Terry has frozen in his weapons room, Chozen is in there with him. There was barely any time before you could see Terry removing his jewellery and start fighting Chozen, you wished this wasn't happening, you didn't want anyone to get hurt! You could see on the other camera that Mike was knocked out, Johnny was still fighting more of the sensei's and....oh no....Terry no, no don't pick up the sword!

Chozen has sai swords too?! This cant be happening, you promised Terry you wouldn't leave, but this was getting dangerous! You could hear your heartbeat in your ear and feel it in every muscle of your body, you were so tense and all you could do was watch.

You knew if you left you'd have to go through Johnny and the sensei's, there was no way you could leave if you wanted to. You see Terry and Chozen move towards the pool, oh god Terry don't taunt him! But it was too late, Chozen struck and they were both fighting with their weapons, Chozen even managed to punch Terry in the stomach at one point, just before they edged into the shallow water next to the pool.

Terry had this wild look in his eye, you had never seen that before, and neither have you ever seen anyone manage to fight Terry so successfully, Terry looked like he was in trouble.

They struck at eachother again, it all moved so fast, and just as quickly as it started, Chozen hit Terry and bent down to sweep his legs! Making Terry fall onto his back into the water, dropping his sword with Chozen stood above him pointing his sai.

"No! Chozen please stop! Both of you stop!" But no matter how loud you shouted, neither of them heard you. You were in tears and clutching your chest as you looked down on what you thought were your soulmate final moments, when a loud noise make Chozen turn.

And that's when Terry struck! When Chozen was distracted, Terry reached for his sword and sliced right up the left hand side of Chozen's back, making him fall into the water below.

"Oh my god!" You shouted once more, so worried for both Chozen and Terry, Terry looked weak as he limped back into the house, where he sees Johnny being held down by the sensei's. Again, you can't hear what they're saying, but Terry looks angry. He grabs Johnny by the hair and let's his sensei's deal with him as Terry himself looks like he's heading your way. As he did that, Mike woke up from consciousness and helped Johnny, and they both ran outside and helped Chozen out of the house before anything else could happen. You felt a whole mixture of emotions, worry, fear, confusion, sadness, concern. Terry pressed in the code and entered the room, where you ran straight over to him and hold eachother in your arms. "You didn't leave...thank you sweetheart" "Terry! My god your bleeding! What the hell happened down there?! All three of them broke in and-Johhny was fighting the sensei's-You and Chozen! Terry you two could have killed eachother! Why did you pick up that sword you idiot?! What did you do to Chozen?! You could have-"

"Sweetheart just try to breath for me ok, calm...Chozen will live, he'll just remember it for the rest of his life" "Terry I could see everything through the security camera! You scared me, I thought I was going to loose you, you stupid idiot! Why didn't you just call the police instead?!" "They broke into our home Y/N, and I'm going to defend it" "Not with your life Terry!" "Sweetheart it's ok-" He tries to put his hands in your shoulders but you push them away in a tearful state and walk towards the window away from him. "No it's not ok!.....You frightened me Terry....I thought I was going to loose you, I thought Chozen was going to kill you, and your seriously expecting me to just calm down?! F#ck!" Your uncontrollably crying and hyperventilating as you run your hands through your hair, desperate to feel something as it all pours out of you. Terry has never seen you so heartbroken, so frightened, he didn't know what to do. "Y/N I promise it was never my intention to frighten you, I never want to make you feel that way. I was just trying to defend my home, myself, you" "There are other ways you could do that Terry! Ones that don't involve you starting a fight with a f#cking sword! I can't....I..."

You press your back against the window and slump down to the floor as the tears keep coming, this was possibly the worst night of your life. Terry was heartbroken seeing you like this, he instinctively sat beside you and pulled you into his arms as he held your crying and shaking body. "I love you so much Y/N, and I am so so sorry for everything that's happened. I never wanted this to happen, please believe me. Oh god I'm so sorry" You look up at him and he wipes away some of your tears. "Does it hurt?" "Does what hurt?" "Your cut Terry, on your face" His hand moved to his cheek, its only then that he realises that he's hurt from that fight. "It's nothing sweetheart, it's ok"

"Terry it's not ok, I need to help you with that" You stand up out of his arms and walk over to the desk, still upset and a little shaky, and Terry can see that. He stands up and walks towards you "Y/N its alright, your shaking. You just need a minute to calm down" "I can't Terry-I can't-you've hurt yourself and I need to-" He gently takes your hand from where it was trying to find a first aid box in his desk drawers, and brings it to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat.

"Shhhh Y/N, it's ok....I promise....just stop...." You know he's right, you just feel so deflated, your head just falls onto his chest as he gives you a comforting hug with his big strong arms. "Terry, what's going to happen? What's going to happen with the dojo? The break in, you?" "Shhhh, let's not worry about that now, whatever happens will happen. I don't know what's going down at the dojo with Kim, but whatever it is, I'll sort it out. I have more lawyers in my back pocket than I can count" "Terry, don't ask me why, but I just have this feeling that something worse is going to happen tonight. I feel like this it my last time in this house with you" "I'm sure it won't be-" "But you don't know that Terry, I don't know I just, I have this feeling in my gut that something else is going to go wrong tonight, something to do with the dojo. Terry please don't go to the dojo tonight, please don't go" "I'm not going anywhere sweetheart, I'm not going to leave you. Your my only priority" He delicately holds your face in his hands, but after all these emotions that have poured out of you, you were in desperate need of physical touch.

You love him so much, and right now, you just need him. You lean up and almost crash your lips into his with that much desire, your hand holds onto the back of his neck pulling him in closer, needing to feel him. Your other hand pulls at his collar as he kisses you back just as needy, lifting you up and placing you on his desk as he stood inbetween your legs. Neither of you stopped the kiss, there was a deep hunger from within each of you, it needed to be fulfilled. You ripped his shirt and pulled it away from his chest, revealing his beautiful body, he pulls your shirt off and uses his hand to press against your chest, pushing you down so your flat on the desk. He pulled his belt away as you removed your underwear, seeing Terry's rock hard cock bounce out of his trousers once they fall to the floor. It all happened so quickly, he grabbed your legs and pulled your hips right onto his groin, he grabbed his girthy cock and started sliding the tip up and down your sensitive area, making you feel a shiver through your body. It was only for a moment though, you both were desperately in need to f#ck.

He pounded right inside of you making you gasp at the feel of him, he grabs your legs and holds them against his chest as he mercilessly f#cks you against this desk, so hard it's making white lines on the floor from the desk legs scratching the surface. There was no talking, just the sound of skin slapping on skin, Terry's grunts and moans, your whimpering and crying out in pleasure, the room was filled with it. You begged him not to stop, and he didn't. He kept f#cking you more and more, until you were literally screaming and your body felt like it was vibrating with this orgasm. You were trying so hard to catch your breath, but Terry wasn't finished with you. He put his hands under your hips and pulled you up so you were now holding onto his shoulders, and he started going faster, thrusting harder and deeper, you honestly thought the desk would break with how hard he was going, but you loved every single f#cking moment of this. His moans were so delicious to listen too as he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking at your soft tender skin. All you could do was dig your nails into his back and hold on for dear life as another orgasm was building, with Terry holding onto your hips in a tight grip and f#cking you relentlessly.

"Oh f#ck Terry- Oh yes-yes-!" "F#ck! F#ck!" You both shouted at the top of your lungs as you reach your ultimate climax at the same time, your body was uncontrollably shaking and even though he stoped thrusting into you, the feel of him agaisnt your tender swollen clit was still making you shudder. It appears it was so strong that Terry was shaking a little too, still holding you and having a bead of sweat in his brow. You both look breathlessly into eachothers eyes before sharing a smile and a little chuckle. "I uhh...think we destroyed your desk babe" "It was...so worth it... I can always get another desk" He makes you giggle, he also plants a sweet kiss in your lips as he still holds you. "Listen sweetheart, I don't know what's going to happen tonight, or tomorow or anytime after this night ends. But I promise I will always love you and I will always be there for you, no matter what" "I love you too Terry, and I'll always be there for you too...so? Shall we try to tidy this mess up at all?" "Why bother? I don't see any reason in cleaning up when we haven't even got started on round 2 yet" "Round 2?" "Or 3? Maybe 4?" "This is one of the reasons I love you Terry Silver"

[himbos-hotline]

What Baking Can do aka the bakery au -> an overview

another non wrestling bakery au, based on that one thing where Hangman mentions baking sourdough

Hangman Adam Page:

Anxious millennial baker

runs a bakery called "baking care of buisness"

makes cowboy theme'd gingerbread

quiet and shy and unsocialised

works with the bucks

Matthew and Nicholas:

two halves of a whole idiot

neither one of them have the braincell half the time

wear horrific looking aprons

suprisngly effective in their workplace

matt is a dunce angel baby but also the biggest bitch youve ever met

nick is the baby brother, you can tell

codependent

nick makes bird sounds

theyre both autistic in different ways

Nathaniel Pacotto:

Original Character

Runs a pet store

works nearby the bakery

Jayden "Jay" Orton:

Original Character

runs a record store

new gal on the block

already dating wheeler

Just moved in together

adopted by regal

blackthorn records -> store name

Kenneth "Kenny" Omega:

does not have a big boy job

video game streamer if you ask him nicely

reguarly at hangers bakery

Kinda like a cockroach but a nice way

wears pride pins

Kota Ibushi:

EIther head empty no thought or head full, no thought

Kennys dumbass loving husband

a sweetheart

also streams with kenny

Has a sketchy big boy job [dont ask, its legit]

Wheeler Yuta:

basically an animal crossing character

runs a flower shop

speaks the language of flowers

also autistic

wears bucket hats

is the cook in the house

Adam Cole [baybay]:

your local health bitch

runs a health food store

trans woman

hangs out with brit

closeted

annoyed by new people moving into the street

takes about 97 years and three months to get ready

says Boom to emphasis points

Danhausen:

runs an antique store that never seems busy but never goes outta buisness

part human, part demon

everywhere has jars from his store

opposite the record store

HOOK:

your local silent guy

strong and silent and autistic

also trans

works with Jay in the record store because he dad left him there like an abadoned dog

him and kenny are work out buddies

tries to eat everyone and everything out of house and home

has reports of biting someone

William Regal:

runs one of those old timey bookstores

an excentric old man that everyone adores

adopted Jay

Is a gay that can do math

former foster parent

an old married man

Always has old timey music playing

Claudio Castagnoli:

runs a restraunt

married to rj

is a wife man

the swiss man for some reason runs a italian restraunt

Rj City:

used to be a social worker and retired early

only for claudio to open a restraunt

is in love with her husband

sometimes does waitressing

Excalibur:

the mask is on

runs the gym that hook and kenny go too

has a weird hatrid with the guy across the street [we dont know the guy across the street, only he does]

clever fucker

employs people other people would

Jonathon "Jon" Moxley:

works in the gym

teaches self defence classes

was fostered by regal so by default hes jays brother

Has also bitten someone

Dating eddie

met eddie while in a bar fight

Taz:

radio taz

Hook and lyrics dad

runs plently of old records for Jays store

local american italian

likes to give mox tips [mox doesnt take them]

Edward "Eddie" Kingston:

Steals cigarettes

runs his own car mending place

ruby works there too

Ruby is his sister

Ruby ruby ruby soho:

works with eddie

tired of mox cluttering the garage

local punk lesbian

Aubrey Edwards:

runs a bar

has cheep drinks and a place for children

Dating Kris statlander

plays matchmaker

doctor brit baker dmd:

dentist....obviously

"dating" cole as a qpr in the loosest term

met cole in the big city

Iris Rose:

original character

Trans

doctor

southern

makes hanger more southern

also moves form the big city

Charles "Chuck" Taylor:

just a guy

you dont really know much about him

is friends with kris and the other best friends

is part of Maxs band-plays guitar

Trent? :

is a football coach

sue helps to transport everything

also does stuff and things

Delilah Hart:

waitress at aubreys bar

married to chuck- nobody knows this

freinds with maxwell

Maxwell Jacob Friedman:

sings at aubreys bar

jazz singer vibes

Evil Uno:

foster carer

the rest of the dark order are his foster kids

fostered little hangman

buys lots of things from everyone

Jack Perry:

works in the kids section of a museam

always paired with a dinosaur plushie

the plushie is probably alive

trans

Orange Cassidy:

works in the antique store

you never see him

always at the back doing a sleep

can fall asleep everyehere

[shelbgrey]

Bones Halloween Special

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader x others(Platonic)

Summary: y/n Hodgins and her friends go to a haunted attraction for Halloween and they find something unexpected but not surprising for them.

A/n: this is a re-telling of an old greys anatomy fic I wrote, hopefully this one is better.

MasterList

Halloween was among us, I for one loved the holiday but with our job every day was Halloween. When I was a kid I loved dressing up and watching horror movies. None of my friends really cared for Halloween expect maybe my brother Jack and my fiance Lance.

But the last few years our group of friends started a tradition where we'd go to someone's house and watch a bunch of horror movies and eat junk food.

When we all got off work we headed to Temperance and Booth's house. While me, Cam and Angela were getting snacks, Jack and Lance were looking for movies.

While everything was getting set up we waited for the other guests while Booth and Aristoo watched the news for some reason.

“why are you watching the ne-”

“shh” Booth said cutting me off and turned the volume up. There was a lady standing infront of a haunted house on the TV.

“Tonight's is the opening night of DC's Great Balls of Fire, a haunted attraction that has caused some controversy in recent weeks drawing from local urben ledgends and actual serial killers... One maze is actually based on H. H Holmes, is this in poor taste, of just good old fashioned fun?”

Booth sighs and turns off the the TV. “sounds like just a bunch of over sensitive a-holes trying to shut down everyones Halloween fun”

“but if these are based off actual murders around here they could have families” Cam said. “hell, we probably solved a couple of them” I added.

“dude... What if it's haunted? Like haunted haunted” Jack said getting excited, Temperance was quick to rain on his parade. “actually, it's not possible for paranormal activity”

“well, we should still go” I said putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Angela rolled her eyes and stood up as the air fryer dinged “I'm gonna get the pizza rolls”

“I'll go with you” Cam added

“Aw, common Ang” Jack called out.

Not a second later Angela’s screams erupted through the houses then a cash sound followed along with what sounded like Cam's cackles. We all looked over to where the sound came from, confused. Angela came racing in shaking while Wendell followed, rubbing his head. He had crumbs in his hair and red sause on his face from the pizza rolls.

“What happened to you?” I asked, chuckling.

Wendell turned around and looked at Angela. “You hit me in the head with an air fry basket” Angela whipped back around. “Well you snuck up on me, what do you expect?”

“Where's the pizza rolls?” Lance joked as Angela sat down next to Jack with her arms crossed, Jack chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. “Aw, come on babe, it's Halloween everyone's entitled to a good scare”

“so we going or what? It'll be alot more entertaining than y/n and sweets' horror movie collection” Booth joked. “hey..” me and Lance both said.

“going where?” Wendell asked. “The Halloween amusement park thing just outside of the city” Cam said.

Temperance rolled her eyes. “it's just a bunch of cheep rides and haunted houses that aren't even scary. It's a waist of time”

“you scared Bones?” Booth teased, she just rolled her eyes. “with the stuff we see everyday nothing should faze us now”

“soo...” me and Lance both said looking at everyone.

“Sure, why not” Jack said looking at everyone for confirmation. “you in Wendell?” he nodded.

“cam? Arastoo?” I asked turning to the couple. She nodded with a big smile. “I've been in for a while.”

“yeah, it should be fun” Arastoo nodded.

“Come on Bones, it'll be fun” I said. Temperance soon gave in with a smile. Shee nodded making everyone cheer.

After transportation planning and a few extra details we all separated into three cars and headed out.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“we made it!” me and jack cheered as the the both of raced in leaving the group behind.

“wait up guys! We still need tickets!” Angela shouted making us sighed and walk back.

The line was long but thankful we were towards the front. “lot of weirdos” Cam mumbled. A guy in a clown costume that was behind her and Temperance in line tried to scare them, It didn't work. Temperance didn't even flinch and Cam rolled her eyes.

“boo, so scary” Cam said sarcastically, Arastoo put his arm on her shoulder turning her away from the clown. Booth wrinkled up his nose and subtly moved closer to me and Lance.

We all finally got in with our VIP passes and the place was a sight to see to say the least. Before we set off Lance came up to me with a creeped out expression as he took my hand.

“Sweets we just got here, what's the problem?” Booth asked. He looked around a shivered.

“please tell me the ticket guy licked his lips at all of you and not just me?” I scrunched my noise up in discussed and Booth started laughing.

“would it make you feel better if is said yes?” I asked sweetly, his looked slightly annoyed now. “no, because I don't want so random dude doing that to my fiance” I chuckled which made a smile creep on his face.

“come on, let's have some fun” I said as all of us set off to explore the place.

Booth looked over to Temperance who just looked around slightly board but still trying to look like she was having fun. “this really isn't your thing, is it?” I asked her.

She shrugged with a smile. “I'm just happy to do something with Booth and you guys” Booth was about to lean down and kiss her head, but a guy in a clown costume scared us. Booth jumped in to Temperance's arms and Lance flinched and held on to me, me and Temperance both laughed.

“okay, that was fun” Temperance laughed. I chuckled and pulled Lance along to catch up with the other.

“haunted house?” Wendell asked. We all agreed making our way in. Arastoo and Cam went in first cleaning to each other. The first guy that popped out was bloody, cannibal like doctor making Angela jump into Jack's arms with fear.

She pushed him away like nothing happened. “and... That's just insulting” Temperance said pointing at the doctor as she walked by with Booth.

Strob lights and blood surrounded us as we walked into a canbilist farm themed room. The place was based off. The text chain saw mascara movies obviously.

“ew, that looks so real” Cam said looking at a dummy that was gutted to piece. I looked at it and decided to screw with her.

“that's probably pig intestines, it's what they used in Day of the dead” I said pointing at the dummy. Arastoo wrapped his arm around Cam and looked at me disgust. “how do you know that?”

“same reason I know that I know they used corn syrup for pigs blood in Carrie” I shrugged and Lance wrapped his arm around my waist.

Next we walked into a pitch black room. “okay... Something is gonna pop out” Angela mumbled clinging to Jack.

“hello?” Temperance yelled.

“they aren't gonna respond” Booth said as he looked around.

Strob light suddenly turned on and a bloody clown, taller then Booth came charging at us with a ax. Booth screamed and ran for it while Temperance laughed.

The final room was a back room full of maquines with wolf masks. “one of you are real” Lance mumbled. We successfully made it to the other side without getting scared which made Angela feel confident to walk through. As she went one of them moved and grabbed her scream bloody murder.

She ran out with Jack and the rest of us chacing her.

“that was so badass!” Jack cheered as we made it out to the end. Me and jack high-five then turned to our friend group, everyone seemed shaken up except Temperance.

After that we hit the cheeply made games. Booth and I went up agint each other while Lance and Jack went to a ring toss booth. Surprisingly I won and I wasn't gonna let Booth forget it. “yes! Suck on that!” he laughed and gave me the win.

“here you go” Lance said from behind me. I turned around to find my fiance Holding a little fox plushie he won. I smiled and thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek.

Angela, Cam, and Arastoo then came back with giant preziles and funnel cakes. “What did we miss?” Arastoo asked handing me my funnel cake.

“y/n whipped Booth in a Shooting game” Jack laughed. “yes, that's my girl!” Angela said high-fiving me as Lance took the paper plate and ate some of the funnel cake.

The dude running the Booth gave me my prize, which was a panda bear plushie. I thanked him and gave it Lance.

“i saw another haunted house when I was getting drinks... Sounds pretty scary” Cam said. “i think there's alot of clown crap, so it's probably based off IT or something” Arastoo added.

Booth's eyes bugged out in fear from behind me and Lance. Cam noticed and chuckled. No one knew of his fear expect me and Temperance. He reluctantly agreed as we headed off.

“you alright?” Lance asked, Booth pushed his shoulder slightly. “it's your day off Shrink”

“God, I hate clowns” Booth mumbled. Temperance stopped and grabbed his hand. “We don't have to go in if you don't want to... I'll stay out here with you while the others go in” he shook his head and pulled her along.

“no, let's go” Temperance rolled her eyes and tired to stop him but no dice.

We all went to the entrance which was old, rugged door with very scary written on it. “how scary is 'very scary'?” Angela asked walking towards it. I shrugged when she stopped and looked at me for confirmation.

“it's a haunted house Angie” Wendell said opening the door. Cam, Arastoo, and Jack went through first. Angela sighed and walked in with Wendell.

“ladies first” Lance said to me and Temperance. Booth nodded and pushed me forward. “yup, we're gentleman around here”

Me and Temperance rolled our eyes and went in before our husbands. Lance garbed my hand as we walked through a room full of glowing mirrors. The light flashed on and off giving it an eary feeling.

It went pitch black for a few minutes then the blue lights came back on. A Pennywise actor jumped out and pounded on the window. “holy shit!” Booth said grabbing on to Temperance.

“I don't like it here!” Lance added, hiding behind me.

“Awsome” I said as we watched Pennywise run around.

We rounded a corner and ended up in a room full of clown statues and plushies. “oh you got be fucking kidding me” Booth mumbled as he watched every single clown making sure one of them wasn't gonna move. All the clown Dolls then started to shake and their eyes glew as we walked pasted.

As we exited we saw everyone was waiting. “that was very disappointing” Temperance said as we continued to walk around, Booth's eyes bugged out as he tried to recover from his 'trauma'.

“yeah I expected a bit more fear” I said. The others came out after words and Angela looked just as terrified as Booth.

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets and motioned to another attraction. “welp, there one more... Might as well get our money's worth” Angela sighed and followed him.

I tunred to my fiance and my best friend. “you two gonna be alright?” Lance nodded and so did Booth. “as long as there's no more freaking clowns.” he mumbled.

The four of us walked In the last building, it was The smallest one and looked like the haunted mansion from Scooby-Doo. We walked through a couple of hallway that made it feel like an actual Scooby-Doo themed attraction.

It wasn't really scary, meaning it didn't even bother Angela. “I think this is the end” Arastoo said.

As he said that the ceiling started cracking, something fell through making dust fill the area. “that smell is disgusting” Angela gasped as familiar stinch filled our noses.

“that's a rotting corps smell” I said covering my mouth and leaning into Lance.

“that looks really real” Arastoo said making us look down, it was clean skeleton that was stained red. Temperance knelt down and looked at the Skelton. “y/n, do you have your flashlight?”

I nodded and dug it out of my bag, Temperance shined it on the Skelton. “why would they put a real skeleton in a haunted house?” Angela asked.

"who knows, the 60s through the 80s were known to use real skeletons in horror movies” I said shrugging.

Jack took out his phone light and studied the now crime scene. “yup, look here sis” I looked and saw a couple of magets and a few termites.

“it looks like she's been here for almost four days” I said.

“call it in Booth it's real” Temperance said standing up. “looks like a female in her late 20s”

“thank God... Let's call it and get out of here” Booth mumbled and pulled out his phone and left the building, Lance followed pulling out his phone too. As they left a scare actor stopped them. Booth wasn't having it, getting into agent mode.

“Hey, this is a crime scene now” he barked and pulled out his badge. The scare actor's shoulders slumped and he pulled off his mask, he was just a teen.

“really man, I just got this job” the boys ignored him and called the Bureau.

“one normal night... That's all I ask” I sighed and stoped the other visitors before they could see the dead body.

“let's get her back to the lab before it catches too much attention” Temperance said.

The part of the park that we were at got shut down so the FBI could get through. Temperance and Jack left with them to get evidence.

“well that killed the mood” Angela said as we continued to walk after everyone was evacuated from the crim scene. “not really” I said.

“well, I'm beginning to believe this place is haunted” Cam added, I sighed. “well let's get to the lab, we're not going to bed anytime soon”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

We spent most of the night cleaning the Bones and checking for injuries. We found out the victim was strangled to death with one of those plastic chains that's used for decoration. The victim was killed and left about three day ago, three days before the Halloween park opened.

Lance came into my office about two hours later with tired eyes. I smiled softly as he plopped down on the couch that was in there. “did you get the killer”

Lance rubbed his face and nodded as I lyed down with him. “it was that kid me and Booth ran into when we were making calls”

“why did he do it?” I asked resting my head on his chest. “he wanted the part the victim had, apparently he worked at the attraction for years and the victim got the job right on the spot”

I shook my head. “the girl was so young”

“all her friends said she was so excited to get the job” Lance said.

We talked until we fell asleep, I don't know for how long but we were suddenly woken up by my brother. “What?”

“you guys should go home, the case is over” I sighed and looked at my watch and saw it was not only the next day but time for work too.

“no because our shift just started” I mumbled and sat up carefully. Lance ground and rolled over and fell back asleep. I let him sleep and went into the lab.

Everyone was setting around with energy drinks and coffee. “I'm starting to hate Halloween” Cam mumbled and downed her coffee.

Jack wordlessly handed me a monster and sat down next to him, as I sipped it the lights went out suddenly.

“son of a bitch!” I sighed and we just set there in the dark too tired to do anything.

[theangel-aziraphale]

*They were about as cute as he'd imagined. The ducklings, that is, cheeping away cutely. Though @imthebentley couldn't have looked more disgruntled if she tried. As much as a car can display any sort of emotion, mind.

It takes a moment of thought, but after Aziraphale was certain he'd figured out the details he raises his hand. The angel couldn't have been more measured about this. With a snap the nest, and ducklings along with it, disappear with a shimmer.*

There. No more ducklings! And their mother, whereever she may be, will have conveniently teleported nearby and knows exactly where her babies are. You're free my dear car!

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 6

Part 1 | Part 5 | Whump Masterlist

CW: heavy animal abuse, dead animals (dog, birds), talk of mutilation, use of Simon's powers, 'it' as a pronoun, tell me if I need to tag more

There was a dead dog on the front porch.

Kate stood there for a moment, trying to catch her breath after her run. The dog was a Labrador Retriever. In fact, it was the neighbor’s Labrador Retriever. If she was being specific, she would even say the neighbor’s daughter’s Labrador Retriever.

The daughter was 9. The dog was 3. Kate was wondering if she could convince Liam to smother Simon with a pillow.

Kate climbed the steps to the door, stepping on the dog’s tail as she pressed her thumb to the fingerprint scanner. It was 6 o’clock in the star-forsaken morning and Simon was already making the world a worse place. The door opened and she stepped inside, slamming it shut behind her and making a beeline toward Simon’s office. on the way, she passed the living room and found Maya with some newbie hero Kate didn’t recognize. She walked up to them and placed a hand on Maya’s shoulder, prompting her to look up.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Kate said, returning Maya’s bright smile with a warm, albeit fake smile of her own. “Can you do me a small favor?”

“Sure, what is it?” Maya said, sounding so eager to please. It made Kate want to ruffle her hair and tell her she’s doing a good job.

“I was on my run and I saw the neighbor’s dog got run over by a car. I need you to go tell her.”

“Oh no!” Maya frowned, looking honestly upset about this just like Kate knew she would. “Yeah, of course, I’ll go tell her. Where is it?”

“Our front porch.”

It took a minute to register in Maya’s sweet, innocent mind before a look of understanding colored by nausea settled on her face. “It… wasn’t run over by a car. Was it?”

“No, not at all. Doesn’t even really look like it. If you wanted to run it over with the truck, that would be great but that's up to you. Wake up Liam if you need help.” Kate patted Maya’s shoulder then left the room, heading towards Simon again. Damn it, Simon. Why couldn’t you just stick to birds?

Kate jabbed her thumb against the fingerprint scanner then pressed ‘open’ and stormed into Simon’s office without bothering to knock. “Simon, what were you-”

She heard the pained cheep before her brain caught up with what she was seeing. She averted her eyes to the ceiling as she mentally calculated all the reasons she couldn’t do the world a favor and slam Simon’s head into his Mahogany desk until the gold inlays ran red with blood and Simon finally stopped breathing.

She took a deep breath and looked back down at Simon. He had a half-plucked bluebird in his palm and carefully organized feathers covering his desk. The bird was lying on its side, pained cheeps echoing weakly from its beak. Simon studied his desk then carefully placed the father he was holding in its place before looking up, fixing Kate with a mildly annoyed expression like Kate was being rude for interrupting him.

“Simon, there is-” Kate stopped and really looked at the sheer amount of wing feathers on the desk. “Simon, is that your first bird?”

“Third.” Simon looked back down and ran his fingers comfortingly over the bird’s half-bare back. Lavender smoke soaked into the bird’s skin and it relaxed, stretching out its mostly intact wing. It let out a squeak when Simon pulled out another feather, using it to gesture to the trash can. “The other two are in there.”

“Well, at least those two are d-” Before Kate could even finish the word, she heard a soft cheep from the trash. She gritted her teeth and inhaled deeply through her nose, sending her eyes to the ceiling again. Two years. Two more years and you can put this all behind you. Unless you kill him in which case it’s twelve. Eyes on the prize, Kate. Eyes on the prize.

“Simon, there is a dead dog on our front porch. Care to explain?”

“It got out of its backyard,” Simon said calmly, plucking another feather. “It came over to play so we played.”

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering how she managed to make it 8 years already. “Ok, Simon, we’ve talked about this. Right? You can’t do…” she gestured to the bird, the desk, Simon, everything, “…that where people might see you.”

“Nobody saw me.”

“And how do you know that? Unless there’s a mutilated human in the garage that I’m going to have to deal with?”

Simon looked up at her, looking confused. “Why would I mutilate a human?”

Kate just shook her head. “I’m not going to explain because you might start. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are not allowed to use this particular coping strategy in public. And you did. And that’s a problem.”

Simon plucked three more feathers in rapid secession, causing the bird to try and fly out of Simon’s hand, only to end up on his desk, cheeping miserably. Simon watched it calmly and continued the conversation like nothing happened. “That doesn’t sound like a you problem.”

“Oh, but it is, Simon. In fact, it’s currently my only problem.” Kate swept some of the carefully arranged feathers out of the way so that she could put her hand on his desk. “I get it, Simon. You miss your little emotional support puppy. Considering how much of a pain you are when you don’t have it, I’m willing to say we all do. Pull yourself together. You can’t help it if you get put through another round of seminars. Now kill the damn bird already.”

Simon glared at her, looking like he wanted to strangle her almost as much as she want to strangle him. There was a moment of silence before the bird on the desk started to scream. She didn’t break eye contact with Simon but even she felt a little sick to her stomach as she watched the half-plucked bluebird flail around on the desk in her periphery. It flailed for almost 30 seconds before it squeaked and fell on its side, dead of an anxiety induced heart attack.

Kate looked down at the bird then back at Simon, burying any hint of disgust to help her face settle into a more natural, bored expression. She leaned forward, willingly getting closer to the thing sitting behind his desk. “Do you think that scares me, Simon? Do you really think I’m appalled or even uneasy about what you can make a tweety bird go through? You think I don’t know what you can do?”

Simon said nothing as his glare deepened so Kate continued. “You don’t scare me, Simon. You’re just a sadist throwing a temper tantrum because you lost your favorite toy. You’re nothing. Now stop playing with your food and maybe try looking for the damn puppy.”

“I have been,” Simon said through gritted teeth.

“But its not here, is it? So why don’t you keep looking and stop wasting what’s left of my patience?” Kate turned and went to walk out of the office and heard another sad cheep. “And for goodness sake, kill those birds too.”

If Kate listened closely, she could hear those birds rip each other apart in Simon's sheer rage as she left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Two years. Two years and I can be done with all of this. Two years and we'll run far, far away from the damn ivory tower and all its little monsters and dad. Just two more years, Ava.

Two more years.

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[hussyknee]

(Video description: three tiny kittens in a pink picnic basket, peering through the slits in the closed lid, cheeping shrilly. Their ears and eyes look too big for their faces. End VD.)

Some fucking demonic asshole had dumped them in the gutter that runs between the road and the overgrown plot of land near our house. Probably knowing it's where monitors and snakes are most often seen around the neighborhood. If they had managed to clamber out onto the road instead, a car would have finished them off. Or maybe they were intended to die of dehydration by evening. The poor things had desperately tried to scramble under the shade of my sister's umbrella when she peered over the drain. They were being cooked in the sun beating down on the open concrete.

This is why I have a death grip around my ideals about punitive justice and a code of non-violence independent of my own feelings. I sincerely believe I would otherwise beat these fuckers to death with a coconut splitter and no remorse.

All are tabbies around four weeks. Two ate their fill of milk and immediately dropped off to sleep. This scremmy child otoh, stayed yelling for 15 minutes while his siblings slept through the racket.

Going by colour and sheer capacity for volume and sustained outrage, there's a good chance this might be our cat Kaha Kiri's own spawn. (Mum refuses to let me neuter him and point blank will not keep him inside, so he's essentially a ten pound ecological devastation factory. If anyone wants to put out a hit on this woman they're most welcome.)

Welp. Now to find money to get them shots, deworming, litter, food. And keep them fed and clean and away from Kaha while Mum screams at me for "keeping those filthy animals inside her house". Being bed-ridden and confined downstairs while her hip heals has made her personality worse somehow. I wouldn't have thought that was even possible. Her tantrums now have a four octave range.

[chillyfrys]

headcannon soda smells like warm laundry

Yes! That and a mix of car oil… and whatever cheep cologne he uses?

He’s such a cutie 🥰💕

[alpha--arietis]

The gun sits, shiny and cleaned, on the low living room table. It was a gift from a friend at an old workplace (the table, not the gun) and he'd disassembled and reassembled it about five or six times since that first time. He'd thrown it across the room at various apartments, had nearly ripped it apart again and again and despite damage to the wooden top (a long gouge down the middle) and a slightly bent single leg (so it never sat level), the table had held.

And the gun. Well, the gun had gone wherever Aries had gone since the start.

[TW: suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, dissociation, gore. He gets better though but if this is upsetting, don't read.]

Up until this point, Aries knew he could push through. After all, he had survived, he was the best at surviving. He would keep being the best at it, keep surviving. But again and again he considers the gun now sitting on the table. And for the last two hours, the same pattern has repeated thoughtlessly:

He takes a long swig of cheep beer, gets up, wanders around the flat he had secured for himself, looks at the broken wall close to the door, checks out the window, paces behind the couch, touches his headphones, and returns to his seat on the couch nearest to the gun. His thoughts flutter between a panicked sort of animal thing and just. Nothing. He doesn't think about anything.

But that's not true. He thinks... He thinks about going out and getting a job tomorrow. He probably could do it too. Probably could hit up an old army buddy (of the slowly dwindling supply he had left) and see if they couldn't hook him up with something in another state. The sting of pity-disappointment-attempted understanding coming clear and easy over the receiver of his cracked phone.

Probably he could make it work. Pack up what few items he could to move. At the very least he still had a car that he could use. Still more friends he could go to. Still more time. He could keep doing this. His body still worked even if his mouth got away from him sometimes. Even if his temper got away from him. Even in the moments where he felt outside of himself. Felt like it all was just...

Nothing seemed to anchor him solidly to his body anymore, really. Nothing kept him present. Constantly distracted. It felt like he was always just putting something off. Just putting something out of his mind until he was here again: the great flat circle of pacing a small, shitty apartment. The only thing he could have and even that was temporary.

This time he pauses on his circuit to hover over the gun, opposite to the couch. His hand finds the grip and then lets it go again, feeling alone the textured edge of it. Something he did while he slept, too. That, too, always just about the same pattern. Slipping his thumb over the slide back towards the lever of the safety, rubbing down over the grip and finally pressing his nail against the groove between the grip and the magazine. Loaded. Useless otherwise.

He could keep doing this. Or-- And this is where his head stars to feel fuzzy. Maybe it's the upset, maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's all of these things. Maybe it's the cold making him feel all numb to the world. He steps up to the high window close to the back of his apartment, peering out towards the dirt dog path. The snow had melted unevenly, leaving everything muddy and icy. The path had been relatively untouched since then and a couple of times, Aries thought about going out and doing it there but. But something about some dog or some guy and his dog or some jogger or something finding the body sat oddly with him. Isolating.

He pulls the curtain shut there, does his circuit around the small apartment and returns to the couch. Sits for a moment, snaps, stands, and gets up to go and lock the door.

Then, he sits again, slapping both knees and then rubbing his hands together like he's cold. A big grin plasters itself across his face as he sits forward, rubbing the same pattern along the gun. This time there is a purposeful deliberation to the whole act. Not so much of a show of it but practiced, purposeful.

"I was the best. And I'm just-- You know, I'm just not..." He fumbles with his words, unsure of what he's saying. Like someone else is in control of his mouth. Like something else is moving him. He's barely in his body as he sits back, not feeling the weight of the gun in his hand. The glare of the dark muzzle looks at him like some kind of thoughtless animal and he grins a little wider.

"I'm not cut out of it, you know? I guess I'm not cut out for it. You know, it's just with the paperwork and the-- and with living expenses being what they are. Diversifying my portfolio... My stock options are looking real bleak." The joke doesn't land.

"I could keep doing it. But we'd be back here again. I don't think they're gonna fill out my paperwork. Help's not coming." He was nothing. Had been the best and had returned nothing. Soulless, maybe. Eaten alive. Dead.

His voice drops a little. "All I keep thinking about is how--"

It's the last thing he thinks, last thing he says before he pulls the trigger.

Blood, brain probably, some kind of meat sprays across the couch in a horrible chunky spout. He doesn't make a noise as he slumps over, head landing against the arm of the couch. A wet, red patch gathers around his head, slicking his dark hair up and leaking down into a mess over his neck, his shoulder soaks through.

There is some awful, wheezy noise and then nothing. Silence. Shuffling from the apartment over. Some talking. Cars in the distance. Nothing again.

And then popping. Some kind of fizzling noise. The edges of his head wound darken, light up like embers, and then start to cauterize back together. His body jerks, gun clattering to the floor as a hand snaps out and catches the edge of the table. Aries rolls off the couch, gurgling as he feels--

He feels. Pretty alive for a guy who just tried to shoot himself in the head, in all honesty. And pretty okay, too. Outside of the searing pain and the-- God the-- The smell of--

Aries grips his teeth, swallows down bile and a scream as the head wound is made right again. He stands (tries to) and nearly knocks his head against the table. He manages just barely to get to all fours, the ground unfocused and spattered with his blood. A deep drag into his lungs and he forces himself back, sitting on his knees. The ceiling, too, is unfocused.

"I-- ffffuuuuuck me I miiiiissed." But knows with a certainty that makes him queasy that he didn't. He didn't miss. It beats screaming, though. Which he doesn't want to do. Because now, instead of someone else being responsible for his body, he was responsible for the mess. He's almost embarrassed or, at the very least, will be when he sees--

Head turns. It doesn't even occur that he should still be worried about being injured, that something could come loose, could fall out, that he could still be--

That--

Aries stands, a little off-kilter on his feet. Trips a little on his way to stare at himself, all wide-eyed, in the mirror. Part of his face was slicked with blood. It was already making his hair sticky and off-colored. His shirt-- Hell, actually everything that he was wearing was not in bad shape. Unfixable shape, really. He'd made a big mess of these things and now, now there wasn't even a hole. His nails drag over his scalp, pulling at his hair. There was no hole. Not even a burn left after everything had closed up. Had it happened at all? Had it really all happened? Pulls hard at his hair, staring at himself.

"No, I--" But there's knocking on the door that cuts off his thought and his staring. His head snaps over towards the door, immediately wanting to find his gun but--

"Sheriff's office! Open up. We got a call about a gunshot?"

Right. The mess he was left with now. The mess that he had to clean up now. The mess he— Well, at least it wasn’t a whole body. That would have been— Aries strips down as the pounding on the door increases and jumps into the shower. Quick, hottest it can get.

And for a moment, just a second, it’s all too real. It burns. He’d shot himself. He’d died. He’d gotten back up. Now he was taking a shower. Too real. Too much. Wants to scream again. Instead, when the water runs a little clearer, he jumps out and - with the towel wrapped around himself - unlocks the door and opens it just a crack to—

“Heyyyy officer, what can I do you for?” A pause, he grins a little wider. “Hi Bill.” Dripping still. Bill’s just a blur to him but it’s probably Bill. Bill always comes to these calls.

It’s a good thing Aries is right. Still, though, the officer frowns. “You’ve been drinking tonight, Jack.” Disapproving. A hint of pity.

Aries huffs a little, shrugging.

“And you set off a firearm.” A little sharper.

It feels like he isn’t even there. Like someone else is speaking for him. Like he’s just back inside, slumped over on the couch and still bleeding out. “Look, I’ll be honest. I was cleaning it annnnnd I know, I know it’s not supposed to be loaded and you’re supposed to check but. I just need some slack. I’m already not getting the security deposit back and—“

“Jack.” Bill cuts him off and the staticky, deep lines of Bills disappointment make the grin drop from Aries’ face. “This is my forth time coming up here for something relating to you. Most of its’ been noise complaints but, you’ve gotten into disorderly territory before. Now I’ve covered for you but the neighbors upstairs are getting really upset. And the landlord…” Bill sighs. “I gotta… Make a report about this, Jack. It’s too much. It’s getting to be too much.”

He was back here again. It all felt too real and the sheer impossibility of it makes him want to grab Bill by his shoulders and scream. Not anything articulate, just scream and scream. But he doesn’t. Aries nods, instead, looking off to the side. “… I got fired the other day. Got a little sloppier than intended.” He shrugs.

Bill’s face screws up again, he says something that Aries doesn’t catch or half-catches. Sounds like Bill’s talking through water. Nothing but the warbling catches of vowels, some odd midwestern twang catching at the edges of his tone. But Aries catches “— so maybe you shouldn’t be drinking alone tonight.” And Bill tries to step up but.

Aries flashes a little smile at him. Not nervous, but confident. Some kind of innate swagger buffing his bluff. Hand not curled up against the doorframe pressed wide and flat against the door, ready to slam it. “I’m alright, Bill. I get it.”

Bill looks at him. Or Aries thinks he’s looked at, at least. The soul searching seems to do him some good and Bill relaxes a little, shoulders going lax. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Jack, but you’ve got a couple screws loose. But that don’t mean I wanna see you out on the streets. So if you need help sorting things out, give me a ring, alright? You gonna be alright tonight?”

There’s nothing more he wants than to just be left alone right now. “Yuuuup. I’ll be all good. Peachy, even. Sorry to make you come all the way out here.”

Bill waves him off. “Let’s just try to meet under better circumstances, Jack. Have a good night, now.”

Just like that. Just like that it ends. Hadn’t even noticed the way his skin had started to go all numb in the cold until he shuts the door and it feels like something again. He reaches up, touching his stiff-frozen hair now and checking again for a bullet hole he might have missed. Pulls a little at the ice and looks back to—

Right. Right. The couch was still a mess of body-pulp and blood. The floor, too. There was a blood trail leading from the couch to the bathroom and then a pile of bloody clothes on the floor there. Even the shower was a red mess. The mess. The mess he had to clean up now. The mess that he could acknowledge only to the point of having to deal with it, not what it implied. Not tonight. Skips over where the blood had been, how it had come out. Skips over that moment where he had really, really felt it. Had really felt the body give out.

He scrubs at his face furiously and stares at the mess, making a circuit around the ruined couch, past the busted table, and down in between to collect up his gun again. Thumbs over the slide, down the grip and digs his thumbnail into the little groove where the magazine was pushed in.

“My. Fun new trick. I can ruin an entire couch in one go.”

…

He gets to cleaning.