#FELLAS. I AM IN SHAMBLES

[awkward-but-nice]

DIN GROGU DIN GROGU DIN GROGU DIN GRROGU DIN GROGU DIN GROGU DIN GROGU DIN GROGU DIN GROGU DIN GROGU!!!!!!!!

[kavehater]

Genuinely gonna cry cause I saw the most disgusting thing ( literally what’s new I get new traumas at least once a day LMAO )

[im-diseased-but-cool]

Gimme be honest fellas I can't stop thinking about the parallel of Lucifer loving God so much and God cast him away and fuccijf Sam and Dean like it drives me crazy. I hate these bitches so much they've ruined my life I have never thought about Cain and Abel but guess what folks! I AM THINKING ABOUT THOSE BROTHERS BEVAUSE OF THESE STUPID FUCKING TWINK ASS FAGS!!!!! Sam and Dean die maybe but don't god im in shambles

[throwaway-yandere]

Incorrect Producer Quotes from the Yan Idol!Genshin Event

Cause it's the holidays and this is my apology for all the crap you've all went through working at TeyPro hAHAHAHHA

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Assistant ✾: sure, I don't get a "healthy" amount of sleep like SOME PEOPLE do but can they do THIS *stands up, blacks out for a second*

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Producer Fox: hostage or not, sometimes it's nice being held

Producer Hundred: ... Bro, you good?

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Producer Snail: hey heizou I got something to show you

Heizou: You hit "send" on that picture of Mike Wazowski and I hit "end" on our friendship.

Producer Snail: I don't have anything to show you

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Producer ESTHER: Kaeya lost one of his eye today and is not doing well. He is at the hospital. Please pray for him

Assistant Baker: Oh no! Hope he's okay!

Producer Oyst: Is it bad?

Zhongli:

Zhongli: Osmanthus latte I drank today.

Producer Dove: What? Why send that now?

Zhongli: It looked like it was smiling.

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Heizou: How to Become my Lover

Heizou: Step 1: Act like we are already lovers thereby skipping over the awkward "becoming friends first" part.

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Producer Fox: why don't murderers just hide the bodies at the empty spaces at the Grand Narukami agrarian reform hectares?

Ayato: thanks for the tip.

Producer Fox: no this is not a tip this is a joke

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About Producer Dove:

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Kaeya: Compliment me

Producer ESTHER: you have eyes

Kaeya: Nice

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Diluc: GIRLS DONT READ this ones just for the fellas, only guys will get this one, bros you know when youre at the gym workin on your 'toids to get big for the sports well OKAY I'm sure the ladies have stopped reading by now, so what's their deal? how do I tell the girls I love them without having to talk? I'm scared

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Producer Snail: I have no relevant skills. I am unpleasant to work with. I like to cause problems.

Executive Producer Alice: hired.

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The producers: the CEO was totally flirting with you just then

Assistant ✾: The CEO was mocking me at best and most likely casting a curse on me–

AKASHA: I AM HERE.

Assistant ✾: See?

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Producer Sage: Hunger and sex are different sorts of motivations. Hunger responds to a need. If we don't eat, we die, but sex is not in this sense a need. If we don't have sex, we may feel like dying, but we're not.

Childe: How do you know nobody ever died from lack of sex?

Producer Sage: Because you're still alive.

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Dottore #1 @ Assistant Bakery: I would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.

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Cyno: so today i accidentally gave a bus driver a yu-gi-oh card instead of my buspass again

Solitary: again?

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"Ribbon": What is the weirdest thing a complete stranger has done to you?

Solitary, about Cyno: I got on the bus and a drunk man tried to hand me a beer and I said "it's okay sir, I'm alright" and then he handed me a dollar and went, "I saw that guy took your dollar, that was messed up." And I was like, "The bus driver?"

Solitary: He wouldn't take his dollar back.

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Dottore (?): shapeshifting is hypothetically the best super power to have. You can have any haircut and change two strands of your hair to make them longer. You can turn into an aranara, you can turn into a ruin guard, you can turn into a shambling mound of abstract shapes and sulk outside your estranged CEO's house at night while chanting ominously about his sins.

Assistant Bakery: This took a weird turn, but I'm on board for it

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Assistant Bakery: Assistant Piano and the 5wirl challenged us for a water fight.

Dottore: I'm in

Dottore: Just waiting for the water to boil

Assistant Bakery: What

[taralen]

🌟 NOT DEAD! 🌟

HELLO, FRIENDS.

It is NOBODY'S FAVORITE, BACK HERE AGAIN in the cesspit OF THE WORLD WIDE WEB!

My Christmas was VERY MERRY. NOT JOKING. I had a GREAT Christmas even though my life is in SHAMBLES, and I LOST 25% OF MY HAIR!

But LEMME tell you, FRIENDS I got solutions. I DON'T IGNORE THE DOCTOR even though I TOLD THE DOCTOR that I will stop these @#$%ing medications even if she does not want me to, and BOY HOWDY did that get her attention! One emergency visit later, and BAM! SOLUTIONS! COOL!!!!

So?? HERE THEY ARE!!!!

MOAR PROTEIN. EGG RECOMMENDED. 🥚🥚🥚🥚

DRINK SUpplements MEAL Replacements! 🥛

TAKE PLENTY of vitamins! 💊💊💊💊💊💊

MOVE MOVE MOVE 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻

REDUCE meds (THAT'S RIGHT FELLAS) 🆗🆗🆗

AND HERE are ones I Decided MYSELF!!!!

Shampoo + CONDITION WITH NO BAD @#%^!!! SO FAR? GOOD IDEA. THE STUFF I Got is VERY NICE.

Rosemary Oil! It makes me small like a candy cane and IT stimulates the scalp! NICE!

????????

PROFIT!!!!!

HERE IS MY LITTLE FESTivity FOR ALL YOU FUNNY PEOPLE

OHOHHHHHHHHHH HO HO HO HO I am looking forward to 2024. Let me TELL YOU FRIends

BIG

BIG

BIG

Things are going to happen. VERY

✯✯✯ BIG ✯✯✯

I've been working on my book (almost) every day!!!!! THE BASTARD'S GETTING DONE BY NEXT YEAR (at least first draft) I TELL YOU!

LOOK AT THIS THING; HOW could I not be productivE!!!!!

I CHANGED the [[internal cell]] battery. HE IS FULLY OPERATIONAL! THE POWER OF NEO!!!!

The tendonitis is also easing up. MORE ARTS SOON!

STAY tuned friends because I SWEAR I MIght get me a real CUNGADERO NEXT YEAR. HAHAHAHAHAHEAEHEHea

[brigadeleadxr]

@stovthearted​​ asked:

‘   12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. // let her (not dad) takeda save her from some weirdos aspdsapda he is a blackbelt aspdsapd  ’

SCENARIO STARTERS  |  ACCEPTING  

❝ LISTEN FELLAS !! Can’t we talk this out?? ❞ Haruhi pants, running down the alley. Listen, sometimes you spend the entire night watching the horror movie marathon on TV, and then suddenly the next day things are just....kinda weird?? She checks over her shoulder, and one of the shambling men following her trips over a garbage can. Are...they drunk or something ?? In that moment she runs into what feels like a BRICK WALL. “oof! ” 

“ TAKEDA ! Am I ever glad to see you!! ” Haruhi runs behind him like a shield, her head poking out from behind. “ These guys keep following me! ” She points wildly. As they slowly approach, their movements so unnatural, like you can hear the popping of their joints and bones.  ᵉʷʷ  “ ....Something’s not right with them.. ❞

[sillyfella2019]

OCs

there’s a lot of cussing on my part so also that’s something I should mention rn

TW: Possible mentions of suicide, decapitation, mentions grape without the g, maybe gore by what I’m thinking? Abuse mentions too, and other stuff that probably WILL make some people uncomfy, please do not read if you’re sensitive to this topics…at least until the character part in which the TWs actually come into place, the world building doesn’t have stuff like that. (BTW it’s all mentions, not anything shown!)

I will make sure to put a warning before sections, tho. Js in case.

ok so I have a bunch of OCs, a world building and all I haven’t been able to share with anyone because as much as I’d dump it all on my friends, their grammar (for the English language) is honestly horrendous and they don’t understand half the stuff I say if I decide to randomly go on and speak English.

so…

1. World building I think?

look, I don’t have the most clear ideas of what I am doing for their little word but I know it’s something dystopian-like, not apocalyptic (maybe? I don’t think so) but like around that

the story I’m writing (Yes I am currently writing a story with these silly fellas) takes place on this like big city that is like dystopian and has this HUGE crime rate, (no, my OCs are not hero’s trying to fight crime) blah blah shitty city, they live under horrible conditions, poor people are everywhere and the rich are jerks and the government is so corrupted it makes it look like dictatorship but it isn’t (somehow it hasn’t gotten to that) ((yet))

getting food is difficult, the economy is in shambles and it’s horrible overall. There’s also a bunch of corrupt police officers and like they’re capturing uh people in the street for government stuff…that I need to polish out if it’s going to be illegal experiments or some crazy shit way worse than illegal experiments…?

idk yet lol

maybe I might update this or make another post about the world building when I have more ideas. 👹

2. Characters (TWs come into play here! Stop reading if uncomfortable! ⚠️)

THIS PART WILL GET UPDATED AS I FLESH OUT MY OTHER CHARACTERS.

look, there’s a bunch, only like 2 out of them all have actual backstories, I have to keep working on the others and what traumas they have an all

But I will share what I have, k? Haha what the fuck am I doing am I right??? 🙂

Ethan: Silly fella, probably the protag by what I’m seeing, trauma related to family in a lot of ways (mostly due to neglect ((he has a really big fucking family)) the neglect from his parents, his siblings…he’s the oldest) trauma due to being SA’d during his teenager hood (?) (Middle school age, more less), he’s pretty fucking crazy sometimes (not batshit insane, tho) but he’s nice to people he’s close to, if he doesn’t know you he might come off as rude or he will ignore you. Got sacrificed at some point, someone (someone that I won’t mention yet) cut his (right) arm off and sold it on the black market. Conveniently, he’s left handed. He now has a prosthetic right arm🙂

Jay: Ethan’s best friend and sidekick (more like partner in crime) ((I should say there’s going to be a lot of not morally correct stuff during a lot of the story, at least for some people…)) Daddy issues. His father abused him during all of his childhood until Jay couldn’t take it anymore and killed his father (it’s not everyday you see a 10 year old almost decapitate his father with a sharp rusty machete) you know the almost decapitated guy on one of the Harry PotterTM books? His father ended like that but like, he’s not a ghost. He’s pretty nice, happy guy, uses humor as a coping mechanism (Leo Valdez moment) but he plays a major role in the story (spoilers I won’t mention lol), almost went blind one time because he was forced to stare at the sun for like 6 minutes by his father.

now, idk what to put here rn, so like hehehe but yeah. That’s what I will post rn this is bound to be edited some day 💅‼️

I MIGHT, MIGHT POST SOME SKETCHES OF MY OCS

[crowsnest-reblogs]

fellas i am in shambles

[tsuki-sennin]

Hirogaru Sky! 29 and 30~!

Back on the wagon~! Or I suppose in this case, the plane. Or Elle-chan's weird crib gondola thing.

First, a story about a missing doll! Second, a Beach Episode! Just as summer winds down! Funsies!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Raaaaaaaain!

-Goddamn I am so sick of rain. Had my power knocked out this evening. Spent half of my cooking time totally in the dark.

-Who dat?

--nya? Hummy??

-Neko-san~!

-An alive neko-san!

-"Did you have fun in the rain? :)"

-"MASHIRO I WAS ALMOST DEVOURED BY A GHOST CAT SOMEBODY CALL THE JSDF-

-In shambles! Completely and totally spooked!

-"Sora, stuffed animals don't speak. Not like birds."

-Man, with all these huge European-style houses that're only occupied by ghosts or villains, a Pretty Cure Town's real estate market must be insane.

-...Hmmmm... I wonder how low the property values can get?

-For villains who live in the Cures' worlds, do you think somebody like Westar fires rent lowering gunshots? Or am I thinking a little too American?

-Ohhhhh, Tsubasa's a believer now.

-Obakeeeeee~!

-Gap moe! Sora's got phasmophobia~!

-Sealed the kitty.

-Elle-chan :)

-What a cute little fella, huh?

-The first step to overcoming one's fear is acknowledging it!

-Yoyo confirmed horsegirl.

-Speak to us, kitty.

-How sweet :)

-Sora had no time for such simple pleasures.

-...put it like that, you don't forget your first friend, huh Mashiro?

-A drone can be as cat-shaped as it wants, I'm knocking that bitch outta the sky.

-"D-don't mind me! My daughter's got a strong arm on her! She should try out for the baseball team~!"

-Ohhhhhhh, the kitty's a dream weaver.

-...man, something about a toy being abandoned and forgotten really hurts me. Doesn't matter if it's Toy Story or the Fresh PreCure movie or even that story TomSka told about that time he buried all his Thomas the Tank Engine toys on holiday in Fuerteventura. You wanna get me to cry, you give an artificial being abandonment issues.

-Neko-san... :(

-Minoton Spotted

-Enter

-"The game is afoot, Pretty Cures!"

-AN ENTIRE HOUSE

-THIS MAN TURNED AN ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE INTO A MONSTER

-Step into the Hell House!

-This is badass, what the hell

-Oh!

-Breakin' out the colors early, huh Butterfly?

-Get clocked.

-Raaaaanborg!

-Oh shit

-Thanks, cat.

-Sky's athleticism is something to be admired.

-"Nigeteeeeeee!"

-Kick that bubble!

-Goodbye, Monster House.

-Oh man, I don't envy Tsubasa, it must hurt to pick that many splinters outta there.

-"Until we meet again, Pretty Cure."

-Marron-chan...

-Oh, that's sweet... That's too sweet...

-Hello, Summer~!

-...Hey wait a sec, you already got your cameo!

In the summertime, when the weather is hot~! You can stretch right up, and touch the sky~! When the weather's fine, you've got women on your mind. Have a drink, have a drive, go out and see what you can find.

-Anyways yeah, it's the ass end of August, it's been raining and thundering a shit-ton where I live when it isn't absolutely infernal, and apparently God himself.

-The ocean~!

-It's really FUCKING big!

-Very cute swimsuits.

-It'll be close to 90% ocean when climate change finally kills all of humanity for the sins of the 1%~!

-That run was the gayest fucking thing I've seen all month, and I just finished Season 2 of Good Omens. /j

-I see Tsubasa goes for the Sonia Nevermind wetsuit style. And Ageha... hoo...

-Brined like a fish.

-Beachy beachy~!

-Sora's got built in Iron Boots. She can do the Water Temple no problem.

-Lotta Sora focus these two episodes!

-...Tsubasa, are the Puni Birds supposed to be penguins?

-...is that why you can dance? Are you just Happy Feet?

-Idk how you expect her to do all that, but okay!

-Swimmer friend~!

-Wingless.

-Half an hour.

-Wipe that :3 off your :3, Mashiron!

-Ah don't worry Tsubasa, summer's practically over already.

-I suppose Mashiro's teaching would be much better by default, but goddamn. Sora really saw her gf in the water and dove right in.

-"My unconditional surrender is all but guaranteed!"

-Rubber ducky...

-Kani-san...

-I love the crabs, little dudes.

-Jesus, that's a shit ton of fish. Is Gran Ocean just a few nautical miles away?

-Floatieeees~!

-I love those.

-Watermelon energy~!

-Summer vacation, baby~!

-Now this is podracing!

-HOoooooooo

-Minoton about to make me unwise.

-I have to wonder how many hot single moms (and dads, of course) see Minoton and feel seen.

-"AH-!"

-Ah, I see Minoton put his clothes back on.

-Good thinking, I think it'd have gotten a little weird if he hadn't.

-Life preserven't!

-Game on!

-SKY-

-Immediately fell into the ocean.

-His ass is NOT fightin'.

-Get deflated, idiot.

-Ironically, I think if Sora asked Minoton to help teach her to swim, he'd have gone for it.

-Goddamn, the ocean's so terrifying. Even in relatively shallow waters like these.

-Sora says "My save!"

-Who needs floaties when you've got lifeguards on duty!

-Baywatch PreCure!

-...man, Mitch Buchannon would absolutely somehow have been a Cure in the past. And yet somehow still be both an armored skeptic debunking every Scooby Doo mystery he comes across and a foremost expert on paranormal investigation who has fought mutant alligators, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and even a climate change-induced apocalypse.

-Incidentally, if you're in dire need of some quality TV cheese analysis, might I recommend Allison Pregler's Baywatching?

-It's part critical commentary, part abridged series, all peak comedy.

-...something of an influence on this program, fun fact~!

-Sunset time~!

-What a fun summer~!

-Oh ye gods, it's raining again, better wrap this up soon.

-PRECIOUS

-Okay, guess we're getting all the previous cameos again. ...I'm not spoiled on anything coming up, I am a good boy, I like surprises, I haven't the damnedest justification to offer as to why Precious wouldn't show up again, shhhhhhhh.

-You are a good bean, Yuin. Sorry the only beach food highlighted was watermelon, but tbh you wouldn't mind at all.

-Right okay, we're done here, I gotta jet! Catch you later~!

[sneezefiction]

SOMEBODY PLEASE

JJK CHAPTER 137 

WHY

[bylertruther]

pov you just read chapter five of the academy award winning fic nocturne that everyone should read right now immediately or Else

Nocturne - Chapter 5 is here 🦇

The is a turning point in the story, and I’m really excited to share Chapter 5 of Nocturne! 🩸

This one was especially hard on Mike, but we’re getting there, we’re getting there.

Please go check it out, and let me know what you think is going to happen…

[somesmartsmarties]

Fellas I have just finished reading the final book of the Shadow and Bone trilogy and I am in shambles :')

GOD THE STORY WAS SO GOOD BUT SO MANY CHARACTERS DIED AND THERES THIS ONE CHARACTER I GOT ATTACHED TO AND HE DIED AND HHHHHHHHHHHHH

pain

[masonsutd]

Shhh review episode 3

Part 3 baby. Find chapter 3 here. @footballffbarbiex says this is the longest update yet so I’m guessing my review is the longest review yet.

Okay so we start with the boyfriend just disappearing on her without even saying good morning before he goes work. I dunno dude but I’d be well hurt if my fella did that to me, I’d also bitch slap him for not even saying goodbye like that’s so rude. If I woke up at 8 on my days off, I’d roll right back over and go back to sleep. Then again, she’s not at home she’s at her sisters. I love the fact that she’s able to hear kids being taken to school because I get woken up by that sound daily. Me and reader are nothing alike, she wants to get up and do stuff with her day whereas I’d love to never have to leave my bed.

I love that it’s like 8 am and she’s already thinking of sucking him off. Can’t a woman shower in peace - apparently her thoughts say no. Oh no the sisters still there, oh and Antoine. Deep in conversation? About how much of an ignorant cow she was last night, I hope. I love that I can hear him saying to me don’t say morning then with his French twang to his English words and I just know I wouldn’t be able to hide the smile myself either. Her trying to make him her bitch just makes me so happy, and I can totally see him doing anything she asks just because he wants to see her smile. I love how they are both thinking of the same thing just by how he’s standing and I bloody love that he calls her out about it.

Are they really about to do something sexual with her sister literally upstairs getting ready for work? Okay maybe they are but she doesn’t seem to be worried that they could get caught. I love how this seems like a very give and take ‘relationship’ between them. He gets a blow job in the bathroom, and she gets fingered in the kitchen. The fact he’s got his fingers deep inside her and she still tries to tease him knowing he can withhold her pleasure is such a little shit thing to do and the fact she’s okay with him doing it shows she’s a little shit anyway. Can she be quiet please its not like her sisters in the house, does she want to be caught?

Okay so no she doesn’t want to get caught but clearly, he does, fingering one sister whilst talking about menial stuff with the other. It’s a five-minute job😂, and this isn’t I’m fucking dead. Wait why did the sister have to come downstairs they were getting somewhere. I bet he was so pissed off that he couldn’t put his fingers in his own mouth. If the sister notices the flushes cheeks, I bet she’d be worried that her big sister is unwell rather than even suspect her boyfriend caused that reaction.

Oh no the sister wants him to come back, and you know full well her making up for last night is sex. I can totally see why reader is feeling awkward he legit just had his fingers knuckle deep in her and is now talking about having sex with her sister. Nice of her to remember reader is there after basically swallowing him whole. Does he really think she wouldn’t shut off and feel uncomfortable like it hadn’t hit home what they were doing to her sister? Come on surely, he’s not that blind.

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Mm that sounds like a lovely evening, curled up on the sofa watching movies with alcohol. I’m not an alcoholic I promise. Ooo the boyfriend actually called, funny ain’t it that he goes to the movie night and barely pays attention to her, but the next day actually calls her, dunno how do you go weeks barley speaking, actually spend the night with her and then you remember you have a girlfriend. Job or no job making a call whilst eating your lunch don’t take 5 fucking minutes. I do like that he called it shambles but then again if he way paying that much attention that he was able to notice Antoine was restless how the fuck didn’t he notice them gone long enough for her to be able to blow Antoine? He points out that he has neglected her but at least Antoine hasn’t. If he’s not sleeping at hers, why is he barely seeing his own house???WHERE IS HE STAYING??? Ooo who’s at the door?  Of course, it’s Antoine why would it be a salesperson at night. GNAT FARTING bro how loud are gnats. Oh no the conversation has turned sexual and obviously he doesn’t know Antoine’s there, but she does and she’s encouraging it. Even after how she felt earlier. If he had blue balls why didn’t he try anything last night instead the film was the most important thing to him.

Oh no Antoine ignores her, he is pissed. Happy families, yeah bro she was so happy in her relationship she let you stick your head between her thighs, your dick in her oh and this morning your fingers in her. Totally a happy relationship. I mean she’s right; she hasn’t done anything wrong but have a conversation with her boyfriend. Oh, she’s calling him out on the fact they did things when he knew she was in a relationship that actually acted like a relationship whereas his isn’t, and he’s right too. She wasn’t bothered until she saw them act like a couple and it hit home and she totally would have allowed him to sleep with her again had she not seen them kissing. OH SHIT, she’s only done things with Antoine since they slept together. BRO she’s fucked.

Okay so Antoine is a guy who acknowledges his downfalls, could he make me love him more. At least he addresses the fact he likes her rather than it just being physical attraction. I also like that he admits he’s a jealous prick and that he shouldn’t feel the way he does. I like that he calls out the fact she’s only had a month of feeling like shit due to her partner no showing interest, but he’s literally been told he wasn’t wanted, and she rightfully calls out why is he staying. I mean he’s talking like it’s not really been good so why would you stay, with her and her boyfriend she can make excuses with his work but what excuses does he have if it’s been that way for a while. I fucking love that she asks if he usually cheats, and he says he doesn’t make it a habit. Also, it’s really sweet that he says your my first and you’ll be my last. He tries to compliment the reaction he cans see from her and she takes offence to him comparing it to her blowing him.

Oh no the serious talk. What are we doing? You just know she’s gonna end it and he’s gonna be hurt. Oh fuck, he wouldn’t want to see her, he more than likes her don’t he. Of course, he still wants her knowing she’s ending things. Bro if you’re feeling a sinking feeling ending your affair then your fucked, you’re already in too deep and there’s no way your gonna stay away from each other. The fact there’s no feeling of closure is because it ain’t over and we all know it. They’re just kidding themselves that they could stay away from each other. THEY TRY TO END IT AND INSTEAD HE ENDS UP FINDING HER G-SPOT THAT HER BOYFRIEND HADN’T. WTAF. Ooo 2 orgasms and then are you sure. She can’t even answer convincingly.

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No, he isn’t asking you to continue to cheat but he knows you will. The fact he wants her to actually mean it when he gets her number is so special like most guys would just accept it so that he can try and convince her but he’s a total fucking sweetheart. The fact he doesn’t say goodbye because he knows full well this isn’t the final end of them.

`Honey if your head is screaming what if at you when you just ended your affair maybe you should end your actual relationship. Oh no instead she goes to her boyfriends work to stop herself thinking of her bit on the side. Okay so the security guard knows her, I mean surely if you’ve been together almost a year you’d popped by his work at some point. Ewww obnoxious co-workers. Little bit weird that her boyfriend looks shocked to see her like granted he wasn’t expecting her but surely you could look happy to see her when she’s gone out her way. A FOREHEAD KISS! What is she your child or your girlfriend.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - The Night Pool Party - Chapter 3

Translation of chapter 3 of the event ‘The Night Pool Party’ from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Faith: Here I sat thinking how you’re being so damned serious for a change. Rather way too stubborn and inflexible….

Faith: I’m not going to be listening to him any time soon. Don’t like how he’s hiding the fact that these were actually his words, and he’s way too annoying for someone that isn’t even my mentor.

Keith: I mean… He is the mentor leader y’know

Faith: …….

Keith: Haah… Whatta pain in the ass, seriously…..

Keith: I do think he can come out himself to say it honestly. But I can somehow reason with what he’s trying to do

Keith: If anything, he hurled the same sorta things at me over and over. Know that part of him butting in all too well

Faith: Haaah? Don’t group me up with yourself

Faith: I’m different than you, and no way I will be listening to whatever he’s saying----

Keith: Nah, no way I can agree to that. This task is for all the other rookies too, Junior left aside of course.....

Keith: Deadline’s in two weeks. If ya have time to complain then ya can easily accept yer fate and go help out someone

Faith: Gh…. Thinking that I’ll just nod my head and listen when that’s how you’re talking to me?

Keith: Sure don’t know when to give up eh, Faith…. Wonder if you’d still be that much against it if he wasn’t involved?

Keith: Just accept it for what it is. If ya don’t, you ain’t gonna be the only one getting your ass chewed out---

Keith & Faith: !?

Faith: What was that? That sound right now….

Keith: T’was pretty close

Faith: Sounded like some kind of explosion though….

Keith & Faith: ………

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Hotel owner: This can’t be true, oh Lord have some mercy!

Hotel owner: Right when we were planning to open too…. Just why….

Keith: Sorry, let us through for a sec

Hotel owner: Ah, you are….?

Keith: We’re from Helios. By the way, this ain’t some place for people to be taking refuge. It’s dangerous to be here, ol’ man

Hotel owner: I am the owner of this hotel! I cannot sit here and do nothing while my precious hotel is in shambles!

Keith: The hell’s up with him, annoyin’ fella… Whatever, let’s go Faith

Faith: Mh….

Keith: This a pool here?

Keith: He said this building’s a hotel, right? Had no clue they went this far with pimping it up

Faith: I’ve heard from my club buddies about it. How it’s a pretty nice hotel and even though it was made for tourists, it’s fun to rent it out and mess around with friends here

Keith: Heeeh~ Expected no different from Yellow West’s frolicking playboy

Faith: What did you call me…. Definitely don’t like that

Keith: Now lemme ask ya this… what’re we looking at?

Keith: No doubt that sound we heard came from this thing crashing down here but… just what the hell is it?

Faith: As if I’m any wiser than you

Faith: It’s an airplane? …..or rather, a spaceship?

Keith: ….Don’t tell me this thing’s gonna explode?

Faith: Looks like the firefighters are examining it. Keith, you go have a closer look too

Keith: Oi you, why ya making me go. The hell you gonna do if I’ll be blown to bits

Faith: Let me give you a reminder. I still haven’t forgotten, nor forgiven you for earlier

Keith: Ugheh….

[zinesquared]

Week 5 Assignment Art Exhibit: Critique/Feelings/Photos

Prologue: It felt good to be back in the Art Realm, viewing galleries. Before Covid I use to go check out Christie's and try to be cultured in that regard.

Street Cops

Photographed by Jill Freedman

Overal Exhibit Feelings

So, this exhibit was a little bit different of entry point. It was on the 6th floor, and they had freight elevators! The set-up of the elevator with the locking of the gate and the industrial feel, to me was like “oh snap I’m about to look at some art.” Walking into the exhibit I felt a little disappointed I thought it was going to be a bigger space. Was it small no, but had to watch and be mindful where I am it, yes. The walls were white, floor was a grey type of marble. I’m viewing photos then I hear a dog bark, that threw me off wasn’t expecting dogs at an art exhibit. Also, there was a hand out of the description of what each photo was as opposed to a description card on the side of the photos. For photos taken from the late 70s early 80s, wow they are pretty clear.

First thing first, every photo was in black and white. The frames were majority black, some shown vertically framed with a vertical shot others horizontal frame and a horizontal shot. What was noticeable though was that there was a wall of head shots of officers accompanied by text, those headshots were the only photos in white frames. Also, they were the only photos that had text accompanied with photos. The stand-alone headshots were grouped up 8 by 8 I would like to say but formed a big square.

The content of the exhibit was about what was going on the streets of the New York City with NYPD presence in the 1970s & 80s. To categorize what genre of photography was being shot, I would say a mixture of Portraiture, Street Photography and Photo Journalism. There were narratives of cops on duty, cops interacting with people, cops on scene. As a whole, the exhibit gave me a feeling of Cops behind the badge while wearing the badge. It was very humanizing in the aspect of gender and race was included in the photos. There were black women cops, to white men getting arrested, to children in these photos. The medium of photography was used in the exhibit, as it being the late 70s early 80s it really gave the viewer a “snap shot” of what was going down on New York City.

Have to mention this so it was the end of the exhibit, I’m talking to classmates and Curator Man goes can you keep it down. Other classmates didn’t hear the curator request and kept talking, and then he used his stern voice on us. He was giving some “blah blah blah spiel” about the exhibit and the work to this group of old white people. All I’m saying is he didn’t have that same energy of Being Curator Man when we were there. So that was a sour note to end my experience of the exhibit.

Photo Critiques/Feelings

Photo 1

Gut Reaction: “Oh they're lit!”

I felt this photo was a Friday Night vibe around 1:00 am the letting out of the clubs. The point of emphasis is the fella (A black man) that’s sitting in the garbage can. We got the vectors of on goers looking at him. In the photo the there are two white cops laughing as if “look at this guy over here.” It felt like laughter is the best form of medicine. As it relates to today, NYPD and Police force as whole has a cloud over their head when it comes to the community. It gives off how NYPD and the public are on common ground, in the moment enjoying a good laugh. The X-Videos and the Liquor sign in the back also gives it a playful element of the photo. There had to been over fifty photos but This photo is defiantly a top stand out that puts the whole exhibit into perspective. The shot of the photo was captured straight on as if “they are in on the joke.”

Photo 2

Gut Reaction “Women’s Business”

This photo stood out to me because it was two women on two different spectrums. We have a women police officer in full uniform and a woman in dress in some heels. It made me think about the women’s progressive movement because they were both dressed completely different and also the demeanor in face. The police women had a stern look while the women in the dress looked in shambles. I felt like the women police officer had her life structured while the women in the dress is still figuring things out. Maybe it’s me but I feel like this photo was taken on a slope or it’s the way the photographer shot it. I feel the women in the dress is higher than the women police officer.

Photo 3

Gut Reaction “Damn, son”

This photo definitely brings off “Big Police Energy” especially to the Black Community. We have a white police officer detaining a Black suspect. They are both walking but the White cop is holding him by the collar of the shirt while the suspect is walking. The officer is looking a way with a smile on his face while the suspect is walking straight with a straight face. The cop looks like he just caught a fish or something with the smile on his face. It is not the sincere smile from the first photo of the Police Officers and a Black Man. The smile to me is more of satisfaction and superior. This photo gives historical context of attitudes of white officers having towards the black community not only in New York City but I could see this same reaction from a White Police Officer in Baltimore, Chicago or Los Angeles. There are elements of Common Fate because there are walking but also Figure Ground. The main vectors in the photo are the line that they are both walking on. Here is a Deep dive the line represents a division between authority and civilian, black and white and they are both on opposites side of the line. Also the pants the suspect got are fire!

Photo 4

Gut Reaction: “Aww not little Johnny”

This photo was intense to me, it was family involved mother child and husband. The husband is being detained by a group of officers. The mother is in shambles as it look like she is trying to plea for her husband to be not be sent off to jail. The we have “Little Johnny,” he is probably doing those “yelling cries” he is a mess seeing his father being detained by the police. This is tragic for the wife and child but the father seems like he knows why he is getting arrested but has to play it off for his family. There is only one face of the police officer that is shown and he has no emotion. To me it feels the tragedy and sadness, stress from the family is one world and then we have the no emotion police officer. He is just trying to do his job, get the suspect detained and bring him to the slammer. To me it looks like it’s not this officer first go around with a disheveled family while making an arrested. An aspect of proximity is shown, behind the wife you just see the eyes of a police officer (I’m guessing) that is on the scene.

[slash-em-up]

A Second Chance: A Logger Fic

Ben gets a second chance to make a life for himself.

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1951

Ben grimaced at his shabby reflection in the store window.

Despite his best efforts to clean himself up in the river earlier today he still looked more like a bear than a man.

His beard was patchy and uneven; having been cut with a knife and the reflection of his small hand-mirror instead of a proper razor and scissors. He probably should have done away with it altogether; but the recollection of the men in the logging camps calling him ‘baby-face’ and ‘sweet’ stayed his hand. His brown hair was overgrown and hung in shaggy curtains over his ears; and the single spare outfit he was currently wearing looked like it had spent the day being beaten against a rock and sun-dried.

Probably because it had.

But after… three, maybe four weeks in the woods it was the closest to sane he could make himself look.

Only slightly rabid… Still, more likely to be arrested for loitering than not.

He pulled his coat tighter and shivered against the chill night air. His legs and back ached from the weeks of near constant travel. His best guess was that he was about a hundred miles from the site of his massacre, and he hoped that was far enough. The heavy pack over his shoulder was readjusted, and the tall man continued down the street.

The small Washington town was one he vaguely remembered having traveled through on his way to Seattle once or twice. Not much more than a main road and a handful of cookie-cutter suburban homes. A clinging relic of the past centuries mining operations and the last decades of logging.

Ben thought it was charming, in the way that most people unfamiliar with small-town living often do.

A vending machine filled with the local newspaper caught Ben’s eye, and he made his way over - quickly scanning the front page for anything pertinent to his search for information.

Nothing. No article or mention of anything untoward in the state besides the usual problems that came hand-in-hand with society.

This allowed the man a sliver of hope; but reason told him that nearly a month past in a small town miles and miles away might not be the best temperature check for his situation.

The sound of a heavy door opening brought Ben back to the present, and he involuntarily tensed as a pair of drunk-looking men stumbled out of a building across the street then shambled down the sidewalk.

Now there was a thought.

Swiveling his head from side-to-side, Ben stepped into the street and crossed. He glanced at the neon-sign covered window displaying a multitude of alcoholic beverage names as he approached the building the men had just exited.

The large wooden bar doors had an enjoyable weight to them, Ben thought as he stepped into the dark interior of the building… and upon inspection, he found that was about the nicest thing he could say about the place. A man sitting beside the door - assumedly the bouncer, although the three other patrons in the open room seemed far too drunk to offer any resistance if they were to be escorted out - gave Ben a once-over as he moved further into the bar before flicking his magazine back open and continuing to peruse the pages.

The walls were a mess of more neon interspersed sporadically with posters of scantily clad women drinking one of the advertised beverages. A dart board near the back of the room hung sadly askew against a ply-board wall.

Ben grimaced at the feel of his boots sticking to the cheap carpet covering the floor.

An old rifle sat entwined in the antlers of a mounted deer’s head over the back wall behind the bar; and Ben raised a brow at what looked like a pipe stuffed in the poor animals’ mouth.

An older man in a stain-covered apron approached Ben as he took a seat at the bar, jacket catching on the rough wood covering the top.

He didn’t seem the least bit concerned at Ben’s raggedy appearance, and silently the younger man concluded that he probably wasn’t the first odd ball to cross his path tonight.

“Evening. What can I get ya?”

Ben dug around in his jacket pocket, producing a crumbled $5 bill, which he placed on the counter before answering.

“Whatever whiskey’s on well. Double. Neat.”

The bartender nodded, grabbing the money from the bar and moving with practiced ease to pull a slightly cloudy glass and a bottle from behind the bar; pouring the alcohol before returning to place it in front of Ben.

The logger sipped the glass silently, contemplating how to frame his inquiry to the bartender before he jerked back as a massive grey head popped up over the bar and barked straight in his face.

“Roosevelt!! DOWN, god dammit!!”

With a whine and a sad look, the gigantic dog dropped his paws off the bar and trotted around the structure; coming to a halt beside Ben’s stool and sniffing him curiously.

Ben’s lips twitched in a small smile as he offered the large animal his hand to smell.

The bartender looked exasperated as he returned to the loggers’ side.

“Sorry about him. He’s friendly, just doesn’t know when to stop being a pest to customers.”

“Not a problem…” Ben murmured, clearing his throat before continuing, a bit louder this time. “… Nothing wrong with a friendly dog.”

He scratched Roosevelt behind his floppy ears, making the dog close its eyes in bliss as its long pink tongue lolled out.

Smiling, the bartender refilled Ben’s glass, which had sloshed across the bar when he’d jerked away from the sudden canine appearance.

“What brings you to town?”

Ben paused, thinking through the question, before deciding that as close to the truth as he could get would be the best way to play this.

“Passing through. Looking for a place to settle for a bit.”

The older man chuckled.

“Well, congratulations on finding us. It’s a little remote up here unless you’re moving through to Spokane.”

“Seems like a nice town.”

The man nodded.

“It is, it is… Been on the decline over the last few years as the mines started to close; but the logging keeps us afloat.”

Ben contemplated his next question.

“… Any problems with the loggers? Looked pretty quiet coming in; but you hear stories…”

Another chuckle.

“I don’t think a big fella like you has anything to worry about; but no. Generally, they only come down on the weekends looking for a drink. Otherwise the town’s mostly left to its own devices.”

Roosevelt huffed and placed his head on Ben’s thigh. The grey-haired man smiled down at the dog as Ben continued to slowly rub his soft ears.

So, nothing, that was surprising… and good… it wasn’t exactly a fool-proof inquest; but if the bartender didn’t know anything about the killings, Ben didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.

“He likes you… Yup, we’re just a couple of old men tryin’ to keep the bar afloat. Ain’t fancy; but it’s honest work. Right, Roosevelt?”

The dog’s ears perked at the sound of his name and he let out a small ‘whuff’ against the fabric of Ben’s pants.

Ben laughed lowly at the dog’s antics, then lifted his gaze to grin at the older man.

“Sounds pretty good to me.”

The bartender extended a hand over the expanse of the bar.

“I’m James; but most folks around here call me Jimmy.”

Smile growing a bit wider, Ben reached over and shook the man’s hand.

“Ben.”

Jimmy released Ben’s hand and set his own firmly against the bartop.

“Well, Ben, let me be the first to officially welcome you to town.”

“I appreciate that, Jimmy… You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get a bed for the night, would you?”

Jimmy huffed, looking vaguely annoyed before nodding.

“I do. There’s a little hotel a few blocks down… but I’m gonna tell you right now, looking like you do, Arlene - the lady who runs the place - won’t let you in the door much less rent you a room.”

Ben hummed. He thought that might become a problem at some point.

“That’s alright. Just have to wait and visit the barber tomorrow…”

Hopefully the rain would hold off until the morning so he could get a dry night’s sleep. One more night in the forest wouldn’t kill him.

Jimmy’s mouth pressed into a line and he seemed to be contemplating something as he stared at Ben.

“Am I right in assuming you’re gonna be looking for work around town?”

Ben blinked.

“Yeah…?”

The older man tapped his fingers a few times against the bar as he continued to watch the younger man.

“Alright. Here’s the deal. I need a hand doing the heavy lifting around here - I’m not getting’ any younger - and in exchange I’ll let you crash in the back room until you find a place of your own. Sound good?”

Ben straightened up, looking seriously at the man.

“…What’s the catch? That sounds a bit too good…”

Jimmy laughed.

“Trust me, it ain’t. The back’s colder than an ice-chest and the hours are long… but like I said, it’s honest work. I’m puttin’ an awful lot of faith in you that you won’t just get drunk and bolt once I close up.”

Ben’s brow furrowed.

“Why? You don’t know me.”

“Roosevelt likes you… and sometimes you gotta have a little faith in people. Let ‘em surprise you.”

The logger’s mouth opened, ready to let the man know that was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard before he paused. A memory of his mother, back before she’d gotten sick, surfaced in his mind. He recalled her telling him something similar - that was something she’d always tried to instill in him, even as a child… Faith in people.

Ben clenched his fists under the bar.

The last decade had done a number on any modicum of ‘faith’ the young man had. Death and loss and violence were what he saw. Faith was for the blind. But maybe… once more… for Rebecca…

“Alright. Deal.”

Jimmy smiled broadly, slapping his wrinkled hands against the bar.

“Good! Glad to have you on, Ben.”

The brunette nodded, letting a small grin slid over his lips as Roosevelt began to thump his tail loudly against the thin carpet.

Maybe this would work out after all.