#Drugs connection

[fascinationstreetmp3]

(suggested by anon)

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 1.02 + 2.05

[waystarresourceco]

Kieran Culkin on Roman's playboy image and the way the actors/writers understanding of backstory fits together. (x)

[morgan1413]

I'm not sure if I want to know what "Zane's Special Surprise" really is or not... 😆

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 6

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

Bruce sighed, absently feeling the air on his hands folded in front of his face. He stared unseeingly ahead. His frowned deeply, at a loss of what to do. Worry picked at his self control.

Something was up with Jason. Ever since the other night, something had happened between the thief and Jason. It had left him unsettled and off balance, that much was obvious. They’d all been able to see it.

Now, today, Jason had lost control. He’d been agitated of course, but Bruce hadn’t expected the outburst. Jason was usually good at managing his anger these days, at least in the family. He didn’t get physical with them anymore in anger. Except today Jason had suddenly pulled him up by the shirt, and Bruce had honestly expected him to punch him. Jason had shaken it off, but then he’d fled.

The urge to move, to do something, itched at him. He wanted to get answers, but confronting Jason was out of the question. Their truce was fragile, and it seemed every time he spoke to Jason he said the wrong thing. He didn’t know what to do except control the urge to go after his son. He couldn’t fight his demons for him. He could only try not to make it worse.

And so he sat there, staring, unseeing.

Dick’s footsteps, came down the stairs, easily recognizable: light and almost dancing to a rhythm only he could hear, skipping a step every now and then.

“Hey B, thought you were going golfing with the mayor, keeping up the old appearances and all that” he greeted brightly, as ever immune to Bruce’s mood. Or maybe Alfred sent him down to deal with him, that was also an option.

“Oh I love these,” Dick reached forward over Bruce’s shoulder to grab a protein bar from the backpack. He opened it and started to eat it without hesitation.

“Dick,” Bruce sighed, “this is evidence.”

Dick snorted and leaned on the console so he could look at Bruce. “You’re serious.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Dick snorted again, of course Bruce was serious, then he pulled the backpack over and started rooting through it. Much to Bruce’s exasperation he opened another protein bar.

“Dick, they could be drugged.”

“As if you’d have let me take the first one if that was the case,” Dick mumbled around the mouthful of granola. Bruce mentally conceded the point.

“Anyways,” Dick swallowed and continued, reading the name tag on the inside of the backpack, “Danny Fenton, who’s that?”

Bruce sighed.

“The thief.”

“The Ghost!?” Dick looked up in excitement, “so we have a name now?”

“Presumably, it may not originally have been his backpack.”

“True, doesn’t help much either does it? Danny is very common and Fenton may not be Johnson, but it’s not exactly unique.”

“I haven’t looked it up yet.”

Dick narrowed his eyes.

“This has anything to do with why you’re brooding?”

Silence stretched between them, but Dick could be surprisingly patient when he wanted to. There was no point in dragging things out, it wasn’t a secret, Dick could easily find out through the surveillance if he wanted, Bruce would rather he didn’t.

“Jason was the one who delivered the backpack.”

“Ah.” There was the worried frown Bruce would have liked to avoid. He leaned down a bit to better face Bruce.

“You had a fight?” The question was posed carefully, softly, not betraying any inkling what he thought of that, in a way to gently pry the answer from Bruce, but Bruce knew his eldest son well enough to know he was already mentally running damage control options. That was Dick, always trying to keep their family together tooth and nail. There was a soft pang of appreciation in his chest he couldn’t articulate, instead he focused on the problem at hand.

“He’s convinced the thief needs help, I don’t actually disagree.”

Dick sat back in realization, his eyes flickered to the backpack and its sorry spoils.

“But he could still be working for someone,” Dick recited with a sigh, it was an old lesson. One he knew Jason wouldn’t have appreciated, not if he felt Bruce was dismissing his concerns. “B.”

“I know.”

Do you? Dick’s eyebrows asked, but he had the grace not to actually say it. He clapped Bruce on the shoulder instead, squeezing slightly.

“He’ll warm back up.”

“You think so?” He asked unable to look up at Dick.

“Hey,” Dick said brightly in a way that naturally drew attention to him, “we’ve come back from worse.” And there was that bright smile and that pang of appreciation was back, along with another warm feeling in his chest: hope.

“Well, I gotta get going, I’ve got work tomorrow. Just gotta grab a few more of these.”

And the feeling was gone.

“Dick.”

“We shouldn’t waste perfectly good food, B, also they’re W-Mark exclusives, they don’t have them in Blüdhaven.” He grinned, pockets stuffed with contraband. Invariably reminding Bruce of a younger version with pockets full of candy he’d been denied. Brat already knew he had won. Bruce waved him off with a sigh.

Dick practically skipped towards the stairs. Then he paused.

“Oh and B, if I was you, I’d check the phone at the bottom of the bag. It’s not a brand I recognize.”

With that he was off.

Bruce stared after him. Pride warred with annoyance. He’d been so absorbed in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed Dick checking out the bag more thoroughly than the cursory look he himself had done when Jason had handed it to him.

He grabbed the bag and rooted around a bit, and just as Dick had said, there was a phone.

He pulled it out, and turned it over in his hands. It was made from dark blue plastic. The logo on the back, a stylized V in front of a globe, wasn’t one he recognized. It looked old and scuffed, had actual buttons and a jarringly small screen when you were used to modern smartphones.

It was also out of power.

With how old it looked, it was unlikely cordless charging was an option. He looked at the bottom edge where there was an actual mini headphone jack, along with what he assumed was the charging port - it wasn’t a type he recognized.

He frowned and got up. He wouldn’t be too late for his meeting with the mayor if he left now, not something he couldn’t brush off as eccentric forgetfulness at least.

He could drop the phone off at Tim’s on the way. Tim would get the phone working one way or another.

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Danny stayed underneath the pavement long after the not-ghost had left. The feeling of almost giving in was a crawling like ants underneath his skin. The threat of almost capture was like a noose around his neck - if they captured him, if they managed to contain him, he would never get home.

Eventually the bone deep tiredness of using his powers too much hit him, and he dragged himself back to his haunt, invisibly and intangibly, because he’d had much too much excitement today. He was raw and empty inside when he dropped onto his blanket pile and rolled up. He would get food some other day. Never mind that he was completely out. It wouldn’t end his existence, just weaken him. Ghosts at the core ran on willpower, and Danny wanted to go home.

A small squeak and rustle, had him opening his eyes a crack and turning his head to look to the far side of the room. There the rat was going his trash, the packaging probably still smelled like food.

He huffed and closed his eyes again. If he got truly desperate he could always eat the rat - It wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d eaten.

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Sorry, it's not the longest part this time, but we got to appreciate a few other characters, yay! Hope you enjoyed, cause Danny sure isn't enjoying himself.

[27thfirefly]

ah yes my favourite movie about becoming lost in a created identity and trying to escape from your past only for it to come back to haunt you in ways you could never have imagined, [looks at smudged writing on my hand] perfect drug

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[gioiaalbanoart]

Mixed fried time ..... 🎆🦐🎆🦐🎆🦐🎆

(aka : heads up seven up/seven sentence sunday MONDAY/writing share NOT a kiss friday MONDAY again)

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Wip TSA / The scarred angel

Ashley doesn't beeline straight to the way out but follows instead along the wall, reaching next to the trashed loading door and at first peering outside for whoever might be around.

Checking that it's all-clear she whispers prompts Amy : "Lets' go!" then pushes the backpack through the available space between the roller shutter and the ground and crawls outside on all four.

Behind Amy follows.

Once in the open, while getting on her feet, Amy gives a once over at what at first impression looks like an extended landfill.

Gapes at first and turns towards Ashley but the indecipherable expression on her face stops Amy on her tracks to ask any question she would like to ask, brings her back at the sorrow landscape that opens before her eyes.

And no, she's not mistaken.

Arching a brow, flashing a lopsided smile, Ashley meets Amy's shock : "Welcome to the jungle little lady".

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Let's open the writing share of the week, shall we?

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[faggotryandtransjesterism]

'maybe you can seduce her with your sad eyes and she can keep you as a pet' is an insane thing to say to your new employee after feeling up his shoulders for a completely unwarranted moment, but it's even more insane given every other interaction they've had so far. 'would you kiss me? would you? if i asked you too?' 'i'll look after you.' 'i have the virus don't i?' this man is blindingly jealous and thinks he can fix it by marking his territory on him like a proverbial fire hydrant

[sp0o0kylights]

Gareth didn’t know who had “almost running over a bloodied and very clearly drugged survivor of--if said survivor could be believed-- a mall fire” on their 1985 bingo card, but he’d like a fucking word.

Particularly considering Steve Harrington kept panicking anytime either he or Eddie even hinted at taking him to a hospital.

Instead he insisted, like some kind of bad action movie hero, that he was “perfectly fine” and that it was “not nearly as bad as it looked.”

Both of which might have been believable had he not twice gotten distracted by Gareth’s drums (sitting next to them both, on account of Corroded Coffin having played at the Hideout that night) asking rambling questions that constantly outed him as being high as hell.

Nevermind the fact that Gareth kept finding more blood.

“Really, it’s--mm.” Steve said, wincing as Gareth found yet another wound. “Not bad.”

“I don’t know how a fire even did this.” Gareth shot back, trying to figure out what stain he needed to press on without taking Steve’s shirt off.

Harrington raised a hand. “Service elevator.” He identified.

He made a whooshing noise, following his hand as it dropped back to his chest. “Slammed right into the floor.”

Gareth winced.

“There was a lot of shit in that elevator besides us.” Steve added, and it was moments like this where Gareth could almost believe the guy was sober, until Harrington followed it up with yet another rant about Russians and Russian Truth Serum.

Right as Gareth found another wet spot.

“Fuck the speed limit, Harrington’s bleeding out on me back here!" Gareth called, voice loud and frantic. 

Sure that might have been dramatic but then, so were Steve’s injuries. 

"Sorry babe." Brown eyes, pupils blown wide from drugs stared up at him with an easy smile, at odds with his beaten face.

In a tone so unimpressed, a middle school teacher would have envied him, Gareth said; "That is not my name."

Harrington didn't even blink. "I know. It's Gareth."

That took him aback.

"I really don't know how to feel about you knowing that." He admitted, half to keep Steve talking, and half as a distraction when he finally figured out which wound needed pressure the most (and then pressed on it.) 

Apparently whatever the hell made up “Russian truth serum” was some strong shit, because in a tone so utterly honest (and thus entirely unlike the Steve Harrington that had ruled Hawkins High halls) Harrington said; "Good things, I hope."

Then winked.

What the fuck.

"Eddie drive faster!" Gareth yelled over his shoulder. “I think he’s dying!”

(He wasn’t, but given the flirting, Gareth wasn’t taking any chances.)

[myhyperfixationisiforgot]

The more times I rewatch sense8 the more entranced I am by the unfinished b plot they had to drop to make the finale work.

[bernardellinewsagency]

i had ideas for an entire galladay roleswap au that i just. completely forgot about. oh my fucking god. and when i say roleswap i mean *everything* gets swapped.

penacony is a land of elation, the most wonderous entertainment one could ever experience; if you can afford it, that is. it's a land blessed by aha, where you can forget your struggles and even become someone else entirely, if that's what you want. people think the joy associated with it is unceasing, but it's truly only temporary, and aha is fond of violent and chaotic ends for THEIR own amusement, and so gallagher knows people shouldn't rely on THEIR benevolence.

he is who people believe is closest to the elation in penacony. he's not a masked fool, and he hardly acts like how people would expect him to. he's not grandiose or over the top. he's simple, down to earth, but he makes sure everyone's stay is as best it can be, he creates miracles within the dreamscapes, and people view him as someone perhaps specifically chosen to spread joy and happiness to those who visit penacony.

in truth, though, he works for the enigmata, taking on mythus' duty of undoing all that's been set in stone by the likes of the erudition and finality. some people who come to penacony deserve no sympathy, but there are many who come out of desperation, trying to find some hint of a better life, a different life, where they can be happy. it will never last, the elation will always have to fade away eventually, but can't he try to give them a better ending once it does? if he can erase and obfuscate and rewrite enough, can't he change enough circumstances in their lives for the better?

sunday, on the other hand, is now the security officer plotting behind the scenes. halovians are a natural choice for security; the effects of elation can have some negative consequences, and it already has a reputation for inspiring criminals and terrorists across the universe. should someone find themselves straying from the joy they should be feeling and threatening to turn a sweet dream into a nightmare, they can be psychically nudged back into compliance and docility. plus, it's said that this psychic gift also makes halovians themselves immune to elation, or at least better able to ignore its effects, though that's neither confirmed nor denied.

he's still the adoptive son of the "dreammaster", but in a roleswap, gopher wood and mikhail would also be switching roles. the watchmaker would be the more well renowned leader of penacony, with gallagher or micah set to inherit his role if they haven't already. so sunday, still a follower of the order/harmony, is the one who's upset with how penacony is run, how the ideals it was founded upon have been twisted. how someone he looked up to has been forgotten, cast aside, treated like a traitor to penacony.

he may also be a memetic entity or smth. don't worry about it. also yes, this does mean siobhan and robin swap roles. i haven't thought too much about them, but sunday would be the one to "kill" siobhan and robin would unfortunately be relegated to the role of minor character which sucks bc i love her. but i also love siobhan and she deserves to have her time to shine tbh. i think robin and siobhan should be lesbians <3

anyways. dialogue snippet time!!

"people like to say that penacony's head of security is like a dove cause of your appearance, but it turns out you're more of a magpie, isn't that right? a damn thief of a bird, fitting since you're always taking things that aren't yours." "i've never stolen anything from penacony, much less from its leaders. out of the two of us, you're the one who'd know a thing or two about stealing." "me? you'd better watch your tongue, birdie." "you stole my father's legacy, you clipped my wings, you forced me to play this part, now you wish to silence me? how could you not be the one here who knows the most about taking what isn't theirs?" "your father was nothing but a vulture, stealing the scraps from those who actually put in the work and wanting to claim that he helped build penacony from the ground up, and when that didn't work, he didn't hesitate to switch sides. and you're turning out just like him." "impossible. you're impossible, you know that?" "oh, i'm impossible? no, no, i'll tell you what's really impossible. actually being able to spread the order's influence on penacony, that's what's impossible. do you really think that anything could bring penacony and its guests away from the clutches of elation?" "you seem to think so, working ever so diligently as a minion for the enigmata. following in mythus' footsteps as you try to erase the past; your attempts to overturn truth are futile, it's incredible how shortsighted you must be to never once grasp the fact that all your efforts will only ever be in vain." "you seem awfully confident there, little birdie. you think your precious order could do much better? these people, the fools who willingly come here to stake their whole lives on mere entertainment, will never know what order is like- and that's not even touching on the fact your aeon is dead and gone. unless you want to end up just like THEM, i'd suggest you leave now. go, before i have to force you out." "no. no, no, you won't, gallagher. you know why? because the order has just as much a chance of succeeding as the enigmata does. everything that we see here; everything from ourselves to penacony itself, it doesn't actually mean anything at all. because in the grand scheme of things... all that this is is just fate playing a cruel joke on us."

[arrowmaker15]

(Duke walking into the kitchen at 6 am, ready to start his morning patrol)

Duke, pausing: Tim?

Tim, wobbly looking over: Oh, how was your day, Duke?

Duke: Tim, I'm about to start my morning patrol. I just got up.

Tim: Oh. Carry on.

Duke:

Duke: How awake are you?

Tim: I swear I've seen lime green question marks around the manor. I bet you my inheritance from both of my families that if I were to take a picture of one, I'd get a voice message from the Riddler.

Duke: I'm waking Alfred up early.

Tim: He's still in London... I think.

Duke: Alright then. Hey, Jason! Wanna come make Tim sleep!?

Jason, from upstairs: I did it last time! Steph is on her way!

Duke: Good news, you're about to go to night-night. Bad news, Steph doesn't pull her punches when she's excited.

[vampylily]

diversity win! the homoerotic homophobic closeted gay couple who moved into your neighbouring condo has now proposed!!!

wait hold up.

diversity win? the undercover cop and the drug dealer he's trying to take down is gay???

[originalaccountname]

Asagiri is so real for writing partnerships and organizations left and righ. I too prefer my characters to be pair and/or group-bonded

[lostcryptids]

Brain damage 1988 imo is one of the best movies that mixes horror and sexuality. I wish it was better known pleasee go watch brain damage

[coachbeards]

honestly. I love it when ted and beard are a little toxic codependent dynamic that has a power imbalance . I think it’s swell

[gioiaalbanoart]

ASHLEY KNOX - The scarred angel

Hello there!

I don't have a google doc and I'm not sharing on AO3 yet but I wanted to keep a spot about Ashley Knox and my current wip The scarred angel which I'll update very often.

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Synopsis book 1 aka TSA/ The scarred angel

Outlaw Ashley Knox and wanna-be journalist Amy Salinas investigate what's going on about the so called "Brina Project" along the US/Mexican border. The Drug Lords from cartels aren't happy with the two women interfering in their business.

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Feel free to point things out, leave comments, ask questions, read silently.

Writing snippets and details that are already in use (or will be) and give details about my wip.

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OC/WIP AMA Tag or DETAILS in short

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Writing share / snippets BOOK 1 : Here (CW! ) + here + here + here (CW) + here + Bar Fight + Car chase + Out from the first smuggling tunnel

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Statement (?) - it could be

CHARACTER profile tag

Writing Share/Out of Context Line Tag

Character Voice Tag

Tag Game - Character Voice

15 lines of dialogue

FUN cameo 💗 in honor of Piggles😁 (character by @the-golden-comet)

A bit of drama…(Writing share from book 1)

Character personality tag

Some talk between Ashley Knox and Frank Morales

Voice and some music 🎸🤘🎼🎵

OC Facts Tag

WORDS ASSOCIATION TAG

Unusual Associations Tag

ORIGIN FOR THE NAME*************

I wanted a name that could be both feminine/masculine (even if Ashley has been a woman in my head right away).

It was partially inspired by my endless love for Ash Lynx (MC in Banana Fish) and when I checked the meaning I was definetely up for it : Ashley is a given name which was originally an Old English surname. It is derived from the Old English (Anglo-Saxon) words æsċ (ash) and lēah (clearing, meadow) and translates to "Dweller near the ash tree meadow".

The contrast being that she's not at all in a green smooth sweet environment.

I also wanted something short and smooth, sounds that way to my italian ears.

Her family name Knox came also at first for the sound of it. Then I checked with my subconscius (it wans't that hidden tbh) : it's the family name for Mickey and Mallory Knox from one of my favorite movies ever "Natural born killers"

And since Ashley lives close to drugs cartels it sounded just right for me.

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