#GOONIES TRASH

[ddejavvu]

Steve telling robin about this girl who he’s spoken to a few times and reallly wants to ask out and she’s a big hype man for his love quest. But then he comes in one day to see robin very innocently flirting with you bc she doesn’t know you’re the girl Steve’s talking about. So queue shenanigans of him trying to get robin away in anyway that won’t make you think he’s weird, but maybe he’s going to trip her over or something so he can tell her that’s you and she can be his wingman instead, just a funny shenanigans plot haha

Steve doesn't think twice about the bell to the shop tinkling over the door from where he's rewinding tapes in the back. He watches the picture rapidly flit from scene to scene of Pretty in Pink, until the credits appear and he ejects the VHS from the player. He slides it into its sleeve, but then he hears your voice, a sound that breaks him out of the monotony of his job, and has his feet moving towards the door of their own accord.

He rushes out to the counter, cursing himself for letting Robin take the counter for this shift. You usually come later, so he'd been prepared to swap with her before 5PM, but it's 3 now and you're chatting jovially over the counter with her.

"Your bracelet is gorgeous," She croons, and there's something more-than-friendly about the way she cradles your wrist in her hand to admire it, "It suits you really well."

"Aw, thank you!" You gush, grinning at her, "I called ahead to reserve The Goonies, Steve said he'd put it behind the counter?"

He had put it behind the counter. He'd set aside cash there, too, because he was going to pay your rental fee, and when you'd thank him for it, he was going to say that it was no big deal. But that if you wanted, you could come over to his place to watch it? And he'd pay for pizza too, you wouldn't have to worry about that. So when Robin reaches for the movie, Steve jumps into action.

"Oh, yeah! Here it is," Robin grabs the tape from where it's tucked beneath Steve's jacket near the trash can, "Okay, $1.99 for the rental fee, and you'll have to pay another $0.99 for every day after this Friday that you keep it."

"Actually, Rob," Steve rushes to the counter, cheeks slightly flushed as you turn to watch him, "Uh, I can take this one."

"I got it," She stares awkwardly at him, hand already reaching for the two dollar bills you're handing her

"Uh, no I- I need your help in the back," He jerks a thumb towards the rewind room, "Would you-? I'll- we'll be right back," He smiles at you, gripping her bicep and tugging her away from the counter before she can take your money, "Just give me a second!"

"Dude!" She hisses the moment the door is shut, "What's the matter with you? I totally could have handled that!"

"That's the girl I was telling you about," Steve gushes, his eyes wide and his hands tense at his sides, "I- You can't flirt with the girl I like!'

Her eyes widen momentarily, and her shoulders sag, "Oh, Steve, I didn't know. Okay, uh- alright, you can ring her up. God, why do you always call dibs on the pretty ones?"

"Thanks, Robin," Steve grins, patting her on the shoulder as he rushes for the door. He jogs back to the counter, matching your kind smile with his own where you've set your $2 on the counter.

"Hey, uh, no worries," He stands at the cash register, pushing your bills back towards you and pulling out his own, "I got this one."

Your brows furrow, "Wait- you...? No, I got it! Steve, I'll pay for it, it's okay."

"Don't worry about it!' He insists, pointedly ignoring the way you're holding the cash up for him and sticking his own bills in the register, "I just- I thought that, uh, it would be nice if you came over to my place to watch it. Tonight. Or- or some other night, if tonight doesn't work. But I-," He stammers, grinning sweetly at you, "I can pay."

Your eyes soften, and the hand with the money in it sags. Your confused frown morphs into a smile, "I'd love to come over, Steve. Tonight doesn't work, I'm babysitting." You lament, "But I'm free tomorrow, if you are?"

Steve has a closing shift tomorrow.

"Yeah, no I'm- I'm free." He nods vigorously, already thinking about what food he can bribe Robin with to switch her hours with his tomorrow, "Uh, I can come pick you up at six?"

"Six-thirty," You bargain, and he hands you the tape with a smile and a nod, "Thanks, Steve."

"Yeah, anytime! See you then!" He calls after you as you head for the door, and he waits until you're safely out of the parking lot to rush for the back room, not wanting you to see his desperation.

"She said yes!" He practically shouts, scaring Robin so much that she drops the tape she's holding. It shatters on the ground, plastic spewing over the scratchy carpet, and she shares a horrified glance with Steve.

"Shit. Uh," He stammers, floundering for a solution that won't cost him more than his allowance, "I'll buy a blank tape, just- stick it in there and don't tell anyone. Here," He digs in his pocket, pulling out a ten dollar bill he'd planned to use for gas, "Take this, that's, like, $4 for the tape and $6 for dinner tomorrow night, you're closing."

"I don't have a closing-" She starts, her brows furrowing, then her eyes narrow and she fixes him with an unimpressed stare.

"Really?"

"She wants to meet tomorrow!" Steve insists, running a hand through his hair, "Just- take the cash, Rob. Plus, you owe me one," He reasons, "You flirted with my girl."

"She's not your girl," Robin gripes, but she's more than happy to take the money, "Just be glad I'm an easy bribe, doofus."

[meltdownrelics]

REVVED HEARTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

{ Chapter 0 }

context; you’ve been rolling with the wrong crowd for a little while now and they land you in a bit of trouble, you get a job as a lady of the line at an underground racing track to pay off what you owe but, two racers can’t seem to get enough of you,

w/c; 1186

a/n: sorry this chapter is so shit. this is just necessary back story (there’s another a/n at the end once you’ve read the chapter )

IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS PLEASE POINT THEM OUT!!!

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An announcers over enthusiastic voice sounds through the speakers. The hum of engines and the roar of a crowd are the only thing you can hear. Standing tall and proud with two checkered flags in each hand, you raise the flags above your head, flash a sinister smile, and shoot your hands down.

How did you get there?

Last you remember you were with your friends. In the same track matter of fact. After spending the last couple of months droning about at your job. Your friends convince you to go out, not a party or anything. Just them. “You need to get out more!”, they’d say. Fuck them.

So here you were, in the stands of the track. Bottles littered the ground around you and a haze of grey swirled around your laughs and breaths. Technically the track was private property, technically it was a little illegal to be trashing the place like this, but who cares?

“Hey, you guys want to play hide and seek?” Your bitch of friend Mahito suggests.

“Really Mahito? At our grown age?” You snort and ignore his remark instead choosing to sit up a little straighter and take a swig from your drink.

“Ah, don’t be such a buzz kill! Hide and seek will be fun, I mean look at this place!” Your friends keep begging—practically on their knees. You reluctantly agree.

“Alright fine whatever! I’m playing one round if it means you all with shut the fuck up!” You sigh exasperated and stand up dusting off your pants.

“Great!” Mahito jumps up and claps his hands together. “Now, we’re going to be playing a different version of hide and seek. In this one, one person hides and everybody else seeks! Makes it funner and more high stakes.” He clears his throat and looks around at the other members of your friend group. “You’ll hide first, and everybody else will seek! I’m assuming nobody has an objection.” He looks around, nobody objects.

“What? Mahito that doesn’t make any sen—“ You’re silenced by Mahito practically pushing you off the stands and into the empty track.

“No backing out now! You agreed! Just one round, me and everybody else will count to, let’s say… a hundred? Yeah. A hundred. Be a dear and don’t get found easily, thank you!” And with that he turns on his heels and runs back up to the stands to begin counting. ‘Fucking bastard. I’m never coming back here again.’ You fume to yourself and stomp off to find some mediocre burning spot.

You walk around for maybe 20 seconds before you spot a garage, open just a crack but enough for you to slide under and into. You hear Mahito and the others begin looking for you, and in a last ditch effort you crawl under the garage and hide behind an old car with a tarp on it.

You lean your head back and close your eyes. It was late. 1:42 to be exact. This was the one weekend where you could let go a little and relax and you were spending it in a dingy racing track with friends you probably shouldn’t be friends with. Fuck.

Time keeps going and you spend whag seems like forever in that garage. Your phone was almost dead and it was now 2:13 AM. ‘What the fucks taking them so long?’

You crawl out from under the garage and head back to where you guys were hanging around earlier. Instead of finding your friends, you see the mess of bottles and a tall figure standing with his arms crossed looking down at you. Your mouth opens then closes. ‘They wouldn’t.’

“Your little entérage of goonies left you.” When he spoke his words came out smooth like velvet. Every word was picked carefully like a flower in a bouquet.

“What are you talki—who are you?!” You take a step off the stands ready to book it if neccassary. You knew this wasn’t a good idea, you could be home, enjoying yourself, catching up on love island, yelling at the tv while watching Shameless, maybe even finishing tha—

“Don’t bother.” He cut your train of thought. “If you even think of running I have police on standby ready to arrest you for trespassing.” He steps down the stands until he’s in front of you and you can clearly make him out. Blonde hair, green glasses, a tan suit. Obviously a man who meant business.

“I’m Kento Nanami. I run this track where you and your friends decided to hold your little..escapade.” He clears his throat. “May I ask how you plan on covering the damages?”

“Damages?” You scoff. “It’s a couple of bottles I can trash that.” You fold your arms feeling too tipsy and tired to deal with this.

“‘A couple of bottles? My windows were shattered and countless items of merchandise was stolen from the shop.” His face hardens as he looks down at you. “I take it you didn’t know?”

“Y-You can’t be serious.” You try to laugh off the tense atmosphere.

“Deadly.” He only stares down at you. You scans you from head to toe. Something quirks behind his eyes.

“Will your friends be aiding you in covering the total cost? My guess is it will be well over ten-thousand dollars.” His brow arches and his lips purse. His eyes seem to watch you more.

“Holy, shit are you kidding me?” You run both hands over your head to smooth it down. “Look Mr. Nanami—sir. I can’t afford that.”

“Maybe your friends could help?”

You swear under your breath and run your hands up and down your face trying to wake yourself up and think.

“If you can’t come up with the money, I have an idea…” Kento speaks his words slowly.

“I’m not having sex with you!” You snap and glare at him. You notice a frown grow on his face and his look only seems to get harsher.

“I wasn’t talking about…sex. I mean a real job opportunity. Only nightly, maybe once a week. Wouldn’t interrupt your day job.”

“I’m listening…”

“Be a lady of the line. Be my flag girl. Just stand there look prettt and wave your flag.” He pushes his glasses up.

“A… ‘lady of the line’?…I don’t know, I don’t usually ha—“

He sighs heavily cutting you off, “I’ll pay you 500 for each race…unless or course you want to pay that damage control out of your own pocket?….”

You blink absent mindedly at him. One blink, two blink. “When do I start?”

That’s how you found yourself in this situation, low zip leather body suit, and thigh highs. All around you people whistled and cheered as the racers kicked off. You use this opportunity to walk if the track and stumble into the bathroom. God it was intoxicating in the worst way. You felt like you were going to throw up.

But atleast you were one step closer to clearing your goal and leaving this shit sack of a race track.

500 down, 9500 more to go.

(TAGLIST (12/50): @tojis-ball-sack @lemonnotade @shhinigamii @shuuji71 @damianodavidscumslut @lovingami @yuuuumii @kodzukenwhore @aiicpansion @pinkfqiry @flashin-lights10 @chrimsychrism )

a/n: toji and sukuna will be introduced next chapter+i will try to make everything more visually appealing im sorry (😣), also if you can’t tell mahito is an opp.

made by meltdownrelics ‘24

[taradiddled]

Lucifer: You know, you don't have to keep being my mistress.

Ada: What are you talking about? Are you planning on replacing me?

Lucifer: NO! No! Of course not. I mean -- it was a dick move when I called you my mistress that first time. I was being an asshole. And I know you've taken my dick move and rolled with it. But -- you don't have have to keep calling yourself my mistress when it makes you come across so...

Ada: Whore-y?

Lucifer: I was going to say something gentler like 'tawdry', but, golly, if you're gonna go putting words in my mouth...

Ada: Oh, you adorable, dimwitted little jackass. You're worried that I'm hurt by those assholes calling me your whore.

Lucifer: Well. Yes. I can't help but be worried. Especially when I, you know...love you so much?

Ada: Wow. All that gooshy sap just spat out of your mouth, didn't it? You got your sappiness all over me, too. Ugh. Give me a minute. I think you gave me heartburn. Woo. Okay. Look, goony. Was I pissed when you called me your mistress that first time? Sure fucking was. And did I totally turn your little insult around into a double-edged sword that I badass-idly used against you? Sure fucking did. I made that title my BITCH. And, you know what? I kind of like it now.

Ada: Am I pissed that some assholes out there are trying to drag my Fucking Awesome Amazing title through the shit to get a diss at me? Fucking YEAH, I am. But feeling HURT by what those assholes are saying? Nahhhhh. They're just digging their second graves with that bullshit.

Ada: They can call me your whore all they want. Gonna be real funny when the same whore ends up making their afterlives COMPLETELY FUCKING MISERABLE. More than they already are, I bet. So you don't need to worry about me blubbering over some bitch Sinners' trash-talk. All you gotta do is back me up when it comes time for me to take a swing at their kneecaps. Got it?

Lucifer: I would be honored to assist you in your swath of terror, my pretty, prickly, oh-so vicious mistress.

Ada: Wow. Kissing my hand. Getting down on your knees. You're really pulling out the shmaltz today, aren't ya, goony?

[smilesession]

i don’t know what the fuck im supposed to be doing or how to do it but i know im not living well and im unhappy with everything. I hate that it’s all just culminated in making me into a big drunk whiner / complainer too. i don’t want to be this much of a complainer but my life is shit! my childhood dog (he was like, 16 years old) died yesterday and i couldn’t be there because i had to be at the movie theater for 9 hours getting my ass absolutely handed to me during multiple free showings of the movie “the goonies”. fuck the goonies! fuck people who like the goonies and trash the movie theater like feral animals! i was serving Mountain Dew to fluoride-eyed 6 year olds and cleaning up popcorn spills all day instead of being with my dog during his final moments of life and you want me to feel like my life isn’t hell

[chibifox2002]

The First Scheme

Moth (Manny) and Escargoon want food for a sleepover but don't wanna pay for it, then they discover what kind of food that their school's dance is having and make a plan.

It was currently 3:05pm and Moth wanted nothing more than to not be in his school building right now. It's not that he hated school, on the contrary, he LOVED to learn! But it's kinda difficult to enjoy that when almost everyone is either trying to become friends with you or is trying to ask you out, which got on Moth's nerves considering he hated everyone in his school.

…Well, except for one kid.

His best (and only) friend Escargoon was standing next to him at his locker, wearing an expression of amazement as an ocean of letters poured out of Moth's locker as he opened it.

"Geez… that's a lot of love letters." Goonie stated with a slight giggle.

"Yeah…" Moth began to speak while picking up and opening one of the letters and skimmed through it. "Too bad I fuckin' hate every single one of the people who sent one." He continued with a small smile as he tore up the letter. He knew the reason why he was getting so many of these was because of the school dance that was coming up.

"I ain't going to some stupid little dance with someone I don't like, especially until three in the morning!" Moth said with his voice slightly raised.

"I'd much rather be playing videogames with you!"

"Same, but… have you HEARD what kind of food is gonna be there?" Goonie asked. Moth turned his head to him, his brow raised in curiosity. "No, what kind of food is there gonna be?"

"The flier for it says that there's gonna be pizza, brownies, soda and other good stuff there." The two boys were silent for a bit before Moth groaned.

"Dang it… that sounds really good… But I don't wanna go to a dance that most likely won't even be fun for just the food."

Goonie hummed and nodded his head in agreement. "Same, but I was thinking… why don't we go together and just snag some of the food?"

Moth's head snapped up at that.

"Geez Goons." Moth began with a smirk. "I never took you for the stealing food type!" Goonie sighed. "That's because I'm not, but I kinda don't feel like paying for food this weekend. Plus, if we successfully do this, we can bring it back to my house and play videogames and stuff! We can have free food for our sleepover we planned to have!" Goonie exclaimed happily.

Moth hummed as he pondered for a bit before finally speaking again. "Sure! Why not?" Moth crouched down and began picking up all the letters he'd received so he could throw them in the trash. "But we're gonna have to figure out how to get past the teachers though. You know there's always chaperones at these kinds of things."

"Don't worry!" Goonie began to help pick up the letters. "We have all week to plan ahead!" Then the two boys began to walk to the closet trashcan before heading out the school doors.

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It was finally the weekend, specifically, the day of the school dance. Moth had used the fact that he had a project to complete as well as the fact that all of the teachers and staff had completely trusted him to his advantage and set up parts of their "plan" around specific areas of the school, while Escargoon had snuck in a duffel bag with various food containers inside it into the school's courtyard, between the cafeteria and the gym that the dance was taking place at.

All they had to do now was wait for the right moment.

Which meant that they had to stick around at the dance for a while.

They sat on the top of the bleachers and looked at all the other students as they danced and laughed together under the multicolored lights that the school had set up.

Moth unbuttoned a few of the buttons of the collar of his dress shirt, as an attempt to make his outfit a bit more bearable. He wasn't the type to enjoy getting dressed up, wearing a black button up shirt with a white vest and black dress pants and sneakers to match. He had a bowtie, but he had given it to Escargoon so he could wear it with his green button up.

Escargoon kept glancing at his friend, he couldn't help it, Moth cleaned up very nicely. He kinda wished that he would wear clothes like this more often… that wasn't weird to think, right?

"Welp." Goonie looked up at Moth as he spoke. "We'll probably start to look suspicious if we just sit here the entire time… Wanna do some dancing together?" Moth held out a hand as he finished speaking. Goonie was grateful for the colored lights, because he swore he could feel a slight blush start to form on his face.

"Uhh… sure! Why not?" He said with a smile and a fake confidence in his voice to attempt to hide his weird new anxiety. He took his friend's hand and headed towards the dance floor.

Now bear in mind, both of them could not dance to save their lives, and they both knew this. So their "dancing" was basically just energetically spinning and jumping around whilst they giggled like idiots.

This went on for a full hour until the high energy music was replaced by peaceful slow music. The duo instantly froze at the change of energy and looked around to see all their peers slow dancing with their partners.

"...Can I begin the plan now?" Asked Moth, a slight panicked expression on his face. "The timing would be too much of a coincidence, let's wait for a bit, I'll tell you when." Goonie retorted.

The boys awkwardly slowly danced together for twenty minutes until Goonie gave the signal.

"Now!" Goonie whispered. "Do it now!"

Moth instantly reached into his pocket, grabbing hold of a small remote he had built and pressed the button on it.

Instantly, pipes within various areas of the school's ceiling started to burst, causing the teachers to rush outside of the gym to assess the situation while the students were distracted by the commotion.

The two boys then rushed towards the cafeteria where the food was being kept. Seeing that all the teachers were gone, they sprinted to action. Grabbing two pizza boxes, a full tray of brownies, an entire 2 liter bottle of soda, as well as other snacks before rushing to the courtyard to begin stuffing as much food into the containers as possible.

Laughing the entire way back to Escargoon's house.

Once they managed to fit everything they stole into their bag, they hoisted it over the courtyard's fence, jumped over it, and ran as fast as they could.

"FUCKIN' BAIL GOOBS!" Moth yelled out as they both ran as fast as they could away from the school and the chaos they created.

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Back at his house, Escargoon was talking with his parents while Moth was in their basement, he had opened the bag full of food that he said the teachers "let them bring home" and had changed into his pajamas, a large graphic t-shirt of his favorite video game and some navy blue sweatpants. He was setting up the first video game they were going to be playing, "Super Larmio Kart '' when Escargoon began walking downstairs to join him.

"Got everything set up?" Goonie asked as he walked over to his friend, who simply held up a controller towards him as he responded. "Yep! Now select your character and let's do this! I'll let you pick the first map!"

"Heh, alright!" Goonie chuckled.

Two hours passed as they played and ate their food, Goonie's character was in the lead while Moth's was just behind him. They had just begun the final lap when Goonie had asked a question.

"Hey, Moth… How come the sprinklers weren't going off while we were snagging the food?"

"Huh?" Moth raised a brow. "Whaddya mean?"

Goonie shifted as he took a turn in the game. "I mean, I heard water, but the emergency sprinklers weren't going off. Also mama said something about school being canceled for the next few weeks? Did your side of the plan have something to do with that?"

Moth cringed as he remembered. "Ooooh yeah, I never told you…"

Goonie paused the game. "Never told me what?" He asked, slight dread in his voice. Whenever Moth "never tells something" to Escargoon, it always leads to something bad.

"Well… right before I went to sleep the night before I set everything up, I was thinking over the plan and I realized that if we triggered the sprinklers, the food would've most likely ended up ruined…" Moth paused to take a bite from his pizza. "So I might have rigged the water pipes instead of the sprinklers…" Moth admitted with a sheepish smile on his face.

Goonie froze and slowly turned toward Moth.

"So you not only completely ruined the dance for everyone else there, but you caused so much damage that you got school canceled for three weeks?!"

"I'msosorry." Moth squeaked out.

Goonie let out a long sigh. "Well… At least we won't have to waste our weekend studying for those tests we have…" He groaned out.

"Wait, we have tests?!" Moth asked. "Yep. We do." Goonie responded. "Which means that this was kinda worth it in more ways than one!"

The two boys laughed as they unpaused the game. Goonie leaned a bit closer to Moth before adding one more thing to their conversation.

"Just, don't do something like that again. That was enough intensity for me to last until I'm like… thirty, or something."

"What?"

Moth leaned against Goonie before agreeing. "Yeah, same here…" Moth smirked.

"By the way Goobs, guess what."

"HEY!" Goonie elbowed Moth's side. "YOU DISTRACTED ME!"

"Red shell."

And with a press of a button, Moth's character shot the projectile at Goonie's, hitting him, causing Moth's character to speed passed him and win first place.

Moth cackled loudly. "THAT SOUNDS LIKE A "YOU" PROBLEM BUDDY!"

The duo continued to laugh and bump each other's arms as they played.

And Escargoon was smiling throughout the rest of the night, because he not only got to dance with his cute best friend, but he also got three weeks off of school as well!

This was the most awesome night he's ever had!

[lightthewaybackhome]

Home (S1: E8)

S: 840 years.

R: What?

S: That's how long it would take us to come get you by puddle jumper.

R: And you would do that, right?

S: Of course we would.

Sheppard is being sarcastic, but Rodny puts a plan in place later to rescue Sheppard 48,000 years in the future. 5 minutes into this stupid episode and I'm crying.

Home in the bigger context is just so beautiful.

Up to now, the team has felt a bit fractured. We've had Teyla not being trusted, we've had Sheppard not committed to giving his life for his team, and we've had then leave a new ally behind. Then Home, The Storm, and the Eye.

I love Sheppard and Elizabeth's little back and forth about how they're not going anywhere.

Watching this in chronological order, you immediately know something is wrong because Hammond meets Elizabeth on the other side of the Stargate. He's no longer in charge of the SG-1.

Sheppard, first to notice, because Hammond is telling him how great a job he's done. (Outcast indicates that he never heard that from his Dad, and the way the Sumner and other military leaders treat him, I don't think he's heard it from his superiors.) And it makes me sad that he knows it's wrong because things are good. Atlantis and these people become home because it's the first time Sheppard is actually wanted. Elizabeth straight up told him in their little chat that she wants him to stay. They want Sheppard when no one else on Earth does.

Rodney with no messages on his answering machine made me tear up. They want Rodney on Atlantis when no one else on Earth wants him.

Hospital for souls. The ultimate Goonies.

Sheppard looks so uncomfortable starting at the shopping trip with Teyla. The first time through I thought it was just him being grumpy about girls shopping, but now it makes my stomach turn because I know he's scrambling inside trying to figure out exactly what is going on.

The pause when he sees his Johnny Cash poster. So creepy. And it finally clicked for me why he just casually flips the bottle cap across the room instead of throwing it in the trash. This isn't home. He knows it. He knows this is totally fake.

Sheppard's head is filled with dead people. 😭😭😭

I truly think this is the most important episode in Season 1. This is when Atlantis becomes home.

Sheppard has more holes in his soul, from seeing his dead friends, from seeing his empty life on earth. But he's head home, home and healing. He's going where they want him. Rodney is going where they want him. Atlantis wants them.

The Storm (S1: E9)

I love Rodney standing in front of Weir again and again. I love Sheppard going into total warrior mode.

This is just one of my favorite "fun" episodes.

The Eye (S1: E10)

S: He'll kill them to punish me.

I don't know why, but I found this line haunting. Sheppard's greatest weakness is his people. If you want to hurt him, you hurt them.

I just love these three episodes together. I love how they realize Home is Atlantis and then they fight to save her. Rodney and Sheppard and Weir really bond in this set, along with Teyla, Carson, and Ford. They've really really settled into a great team, great friends who have each other's back. Plus, Kolya makes a great villain.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

(Mikey inspired me so here we go: more Mikayla info for ya)

She has little to no vocal training for her voice (Jason Patric already has a sexy voice. Why the hell would I want to alter perfection??). She speaks a bit softer, but since she's a bit more reserved, nobody notices the difference. I once read a post about a trans woman getting compliments from a man for her deeper voice. He found it far more attractive that lighter, babyish voices. That's Mikayla. Also considering it's the 80s and everyone in their mother smokes, she can blend in more since more people have a bit of a rasp to their voices.

Speaking of the 80s! If we're going by period accuracy, then in 1987 she identifies as "transsexual". It isn't until the modern world comes into play where she alters her vocabulary to "transgender".

Loves being girly but fucking HATES sitting like a girl. She cannot believe how uncomfortable it is to sit with her legs crossed and tucked. You can pry the man spread from her cold, dead hands. Lucy constantly scolds her to not sit "frog-legged".

Whenever she needs to work out for gym or cheer practice she puts some Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, or Whitney Houston on her cassette player. She's definitely apart of the 80s aerobics movement. Jane Fonda ain't got nothing on Mikayla.

Her favorite movie is The Goonies because she thinks both Andie and Brand are attractive (totally not putting my own preferences on her or anything 👀💦)

Nearly cried the first time her girl friends offered to head to the restroom with her. She had no idea girls were so close and considerate.

Biggest regret she has is not punching the living hell out of her father before Lucy packed her and Sam up for their move.

Instead of picking up trash on the beach for work like in the movie (because the deleted scene only has them picking men to do the work) she tries out a few shifts at a local seafood restaurant to make some money.....before she keeps oversleeping due to the vampirism she gets later lol

Girlie just had naturally flawless skin. All her cheerleader friends have a ten step routine and Mikayla just shocks them with a simple wash and drugstore moisturizer combo. I think she gets it from Lucy.

Mikayla is literally the woman I want to be and more YOURE TELLIJG ME JUST SLATHERS ON SOME DRUGSTORE MOISTURIZER AND SHE LOOKS THAT GORGEOUS??? I'm not sure if I'm in love or jealous

I feel like if she ever gave anyone a compilent [me please me please m-] with her voice they're KNEES BUCKLING AND FALLING TO THE FLOOR

Theyre gonna have to lock me up before I start going crazy you guys I'll explode

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Shout out to the young women of color at the bus stop going around asking if everyone was registered to vote. And the Indigenous people on the local issues talk segment of the indie radio station reminding everyone how wonderful it is that they're allowed to vote now, how much power they have, how proud their ancestors would be to see what they're able to do. And the Black volunteers tabling at last year's pride event in the deep South encouraging everyone to check that they were registered to vote and offering help if you weren't, I'm sure they'll be there again this year.

If you're a white person reblogging the "voting is just too depressing to bother with, who cares if we get the worst candidate possible bc the other guy is also not great" posts I think you need to consider your privilege.

Neither candidate is a good person (politics, what's new) but one is bad in a few specific ways and one is much worse in all of those same ways and also additionally terrible in 50 other ways. One specific candidate will actively attempt to destroy this country and you're saying it doesn't matter? People live in this country. Other countries have to deal with our policy.

You can't just opt out of politics in the place where you live because it feels uncool... Well, you could, if you're a very specific type of person who is (or believes themself to be) completely immune to the negative effects that A Certain Orange Man will bring to the country. But that's not a good way to live.

Immigrate elsewhere if you feel that strongly about not being part of the trash fire, I get it. But are you going to do that? Really? If you have family here, friends here, history here, a home here, beautiful nature that you love and want to conserve, consider that other people have that too and it's all at risk if the bad man and his goonies get the big seats and implement project 2025. If you fucking live here get off your ass and vote.

[yiga-hellhole]

here is the rant of the day

i think people who are disappointed with zant being an "incompetent" madman who, at the end, is ditched for ganondorf as the final boss and his last moment being the neck snap, are definitely onto something, but also maybe discrediting his actual weight in the story. so here goes a ramble about MY onions

so, yes. what made zant amazing for 90% of the game is that he was a completely new villain, who frequently displayed his prowess in magic and did absolute bullshit for little to no other reason than to break midna's spirit. he was scary. he was great. and then at the end he turns out to be mundo silly, awful at combat, and a lackey to ganondorf

and at first glance this is disappointing. but i think it also builds up

what twilight princess crafts is an incredibly power-hungry man who, through some dark miracle, *gets* the power, and achieved what may once have been a noble goal (free the twilit people and bite back at Hyrule for treating them like prisoners and their home as their personal trash dump), but executed so twistedly that any good has turned rotten. not just because of ganondorf's corruption, but because it was always more about revenge and power for him, and not a true justice

and that paints his motives decently well i think. then, what we have to know, is that zant is an unstable, selfish, childish figure. he is incredibly clever, but if it doesn't go as he wants, or if it doesn't go as he expects, his composure shatters at the drop of a hat. this is before and after acquiring the smidge of the triforce of power that ganondorf gave to him. the only reason we didn't see *much* of it before the finale, is because EVERYTHING was going according to plan, or at least, to the degree he could easily deal with it. even when stealing the Fused Shadows back from midna after the water temple, you already see him crack a bit in his composure, when midna questions him. he gets mad easily. he lashes out easily. and he slips up easily. but at that moment he so vastly overpowers anyone in the room, it's completely not a threat to him. only when link and midna manage to get to the castle does it become abundantly clear to him that he's met his match, and it is even MORE clear that he never actually received combat training, and has to wildly whip out everything he has up his sleeve in the hope that it kills his opponents. a powerful, powerful idiot at his core.

then there's the issue of ganondorf "appearing out of nowhere". also not entirely true! for most of the game it's made abundantly clear, which he even confesses before Lanayru, that his power is not that of the twilight people: it is his "God's". at that point it should be obvious that, this is a Zelda game, it's gonna be Ganon. and if he's involved, he's always going to either backstab or pat his goonie on the back so he can shoot his shot at killing the hero for this cycle. and considering this was Zant - who HIMSELF wanted to become King, and likely wasn't going to give up that throne should his God manifest physical form, simply doing away with him was the most convenient course of action. discarding Zant wasn't just a choice the game developers made because they wanted Ganondorf to be the boss, it is completely in line what Ganondorf would *want* to happen, as a character.

and that brings me to the neck snap.

singlehandedly the most badass thing to happen to any villains in zelda games

but i digress!

so let's look back to the throne room scene of zant's death. the one where he brags that even if the heroes should kill him, his all-powerful god will simply resurrect him right back. the two are bound by soul through their shared use of the triforce of power, and he is absolutely CONVINCED that ganondorf values his services and will reward him.

ganondorf does not. he mocks his lackey, and sits right down in the throne that zant fought for, the spot of the twilight and hyrulean king of evil.

and zant picks the absolutely most narratively interesting moment to show his face again. when link properly defeats ganondorf, his access to the triforce of powers begins to fade. however, because part of that triforce has been dedicated to someone else as well, he still continues to live, though weakened. when staggering and pleading for more power, the only way he can reach out to the source of his power is right where he had given it: his soul bond to our very own Zant. his spirit, too, was being kept "alive" by the triforce, and so long as one of them lived, the other could, too.

given that what was keeping him alive was noncorporeal, i don't think link could have actually killed him himself. the shard of triforce was still bound to him, and ganondorf was pleading to it for more power, to keep him alive. and zant, hovering there after knowing that his God had used him for his own gain, and abandoned his promise to revive him and grant him the title of twilight king, heard that plea, and decided that the only proper response. was a, "FUCK YOU! DIE!"

and that made zant the only villain, to this point, to kill the bearer of the triforce of power. a response of pure vengeance, pure spite, killing HIMSELF only to make sure it drags that jacked old man down to hell with him. it perfectly rounds off his character, by giving him a selfish act of vengeance to perform one last outrageously powerful act that only he could do.

AAAAND SCENE! thank u for reading :3

[anthonybialy]

Lazy Fair

A president who doesn’t touch anything is the republic’s best hope.  But self-control is not a typical characteristic of applicants.  Americans who tire of being groped must rely on conditioning to dodge handsy executives.  Harassment doesn’t become legal when a politician lingers on a hug too long.

As with babysitters not letting charges juggle drills, the absence of destruction is tough to notice but crucial to sense.  A term would ideally be an actively passive process.  Sadly, interviewers are not about to hire some CEO who trusts them to negotiate.

Nostalgia junkies who miss the ancient era of 2019 are really just longing for Donald Trump to again be useless.  An all-time bluffer’s emblematic ineptitude despite rather brassy claims to the contrary constitute his version of effectiveness, which is to commandeer the bus wheel in order to drive it classier.  It’s just like how success at winning an election differs from whether or not the person who receives the most electoral votes may not be smart or good or talented.

The insatiable urge to grab everything for the alleged benefit of the fondles is far from the only thing Trump shares in common with a Clinton.  A horndog president too busy seducing a zaftig intern to do the same with the economy offered the best possible precedent in an era where nobody minds their own business.

Broke and busted Americans miss aspects the last president couldn’t manage to muck up.  It wasn’t for lack of trying.  But Trump’s inability to molest everything was a gift of an unanswered prayer to himself.  Doing things never works out for him despite the most unearned assurances in civilization’s history.  The person now ripping off perception prepared with a long career of pretending to be a corporate titan as he lost money spinning roulette wheels openly rigged in the house’s favor.

Business was better before taking on a president who thinks hassling everyone but shoplifters assists the economy.  Credit something a different false savior claimed to manifest when mere existence got it done.  The free market works fantastically when clumsy amateur mechanics don’t attempt needless repairs.  Relative prosperity must’ve been spurred by their savior laying his very normal-sized hands upon it.  Inspiring people to get rich by slapping names on trash is about as useful.

All thriving takes is enough restraint to stop printing money.  I know it’s tempting to think you can get rich by having more.  But even the Goonies realized they couldn’t get away with running the presses.  The Treasury’s currency is a half-step above counterfeit.  Handing it out makes it worthless, which is one of those mean things like ice cream being unhealthy.

Explaining to the incumbent that not everything wanted happens isn’t going to sink in now.  After all, this is not just someone who’s spent a lifetime in politics but specifically Biden.  The commander-in-chief has enough trouble understanding how neckties work.  How can you get something that’s wider then one’s head around one’s neck?  Whoever dresses him must explain what’s happening every morning.

Fuel expenses do something as remarkable as the commodity itself making cars go.  All a president has to do is nothing for the cost to become reasonable.  It’s not for lack of gasoline conglomerates trying to pump up prices, as they want to sell it at a the same price per volume as plutonium laced with meth.  Meanwhile, those consuming it aspire to pay as much as they would for jugs of emergency water from Save-A-Lot.  I wonder if there’s a way for them to meet in the middle.

A president can take credit for the affordability of traveling around, although the ambulatory don’t have to give it.  Trusting adults like they’ve been given allowances for the first time is inscrutable notion in an era where whoever’s president defines not only the government but the nation.  Those things are supposed to be separate, too, for the record.

Two awful idiots like getting their hands on others as respective manifestations of their grabby philosophies.  Decent people wish it were only figurative.  The prospective final two are different styles of perverts.  The one who thinks you’ll be impressed by what an alpha stud he is if he beds enough peroxide donor recipients equipped with plastic chassis vies with the creep who molests wives other than his own and any children within his greasy reach.  But you do get to pick.

An inept presidency takes different forms.  Based on the rather pushy take on the presidency that’s been trendy this century, failing at grabbing is a triumph for the respect of those the leader hopes to help by intervening.  Doofus ex machina offers a most unsatisfying conclusion.

Lickspittles who worship the previous president for what he does should be thankful for what he didn’t.  After all, the only good parts came when he left things alone.  Praising Trump for aspects that thrived because he failed to toy with them sums him up in a way cult enlistees can’t grasp.  The best businessman of all time couldn’t figure out how to violate every aspect, and he naturally demands credit.

A mature nation needs a different kind of toddler president.  This hasn’t been a place for grownups despite time advancing indifferently.  Anyone with wisdom at any age avoids the current variety which throws tantrums around or past the age of 80.  The ability to restrain shrieking is common amongst many humans in kindergarten who don’t go on to become president.

Thorough adults should seek a presidential option who treats the nation as a visit to a childless aunt’s house.  Respect the wishes of someone who acquired fragile items.  Refraining from smashing like a big boy is part of becoming head of state.  The fact it’s not explains why the state heads the wrong way.

[whatitis-inside]

I mean, Monikaka and her goonies are already defending the kardashians bc they are women so criticizing them is mysoginistic somehow and if timothee is dating her it's bc he sees she's great and that maybe that kardashians are trash but we can make an exception for them bc they would support Tim locking lips with G.Maxwell and forgive all her crimes bc she's not armie.

Bc for some reason, for these super duper timothee stans, their hate boners for armie are stronger than the respect they have for timothee as an actor and a person.

Tbh I stopped following whatever that lady and her minions say coz like it’s pointless. She’s doing mental gymnastics 24/7 so idk why anyone would listen to her. She’s a stale pretzel at this point 🥨

[bardic-tales]

4.26.23

My insomia is still clinging on. I decided to write since I'm awake. I have what is called "sleep maintenance" insomnia.

I finished Camp NaNoWri. This means that whatever I type this month will be a "bonus". This is huge for me, as I have never "won" any version of NaNoWri.

How is your writing going? Did you develop any interesting characters or a passage that you would like to share?

Author’s commentary:

As a writer, have you ever pulled an all nighter? I have many times. The reasons are plenty. My insomnia tends to be worse in the spring. Maybe allergies are causing it? I don't know.

All I do know is that I am tired, and my future self hates to edit the dreck I write in the wee hours of the morning, but I try to be productive.

cw: child abduction

For my inspiration, I was watching unsolved mysteries before I decided to work on Caven. Many shows sparked this passage. However, the main cases were Adam Walsh, Jacob Wetterling, and Morgan Nick.

Snippet: (tw: child abduction. murder of the child. gun mention)

As always, this is my trash draft. There will be grammar issues and sometimes incorrect grammar. It is unpolished.

She was reminded of another case: an abduction that happened in the late 1980s in Oklahoma, United States. A little boy who went by the name of Caleb Mitchell and his friends were going to the movie theater to see the film The Goonies. Caleb was the apple of his mother’s eye, and after begging for what seemed like a millionth time and reassuring her that nothing bad would happen, his mother agreed to allow him to accompany his friends.

It should have been a simple trip: bike to the movie theater, watch said film, and then return home. Simple. By the witness accounts, Caleb and his friends arrived at their destination, ordered three small, popcorn buckets, two containers of Junior Mints and Skittles, and three Coca-Colas for a grand total of eighteen dollars.

It was after they left the movie complex that things became muddy and confusing. Caleb and his friends biked from there onto the deserted road to Caleb’s home before they were stopped by a lanky fellow with a firearm. He ordered all of the friends to lay down face first on the dirt road and not look at him before he started to pace around them. The American Police thought that he was judging them based upon his perverse desires, and they wouldn’t know how right they were.

Then, on a warm, fall day on October 3rd, 2018, the police received a tip from an ex-girlfriend of a convicted felon named David Smith. She alleged that Mr. Smith was inappropriate with her youngest son. After the arrest, the police held a press conference, stating that David Smith had confessed to the molestation and murder of Caleb Mitchell. The news broke internationally a moment later.

[lovecanbesostrange]

I kept thinking of that poll from yesterday about writing down a list of 100 fav movies and so I just gave it a quick try...

Alien (don't make me choose between 1&2)

Heathers

The Breakfast Club

Nightmare on Elm Street (1, 3, 7)

but I'm a cheerleader

Star Wars 4, 5, 6

The Faculty

The Goonies

Terminator (1, 2, Dark Fate)

The Proposal

Barb & Star go to Vista Del Mar

The Lost Boys

Imagine Me & You

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Princess Mononoke

Laputa - Castle in the Sky

My Neighbor Totoro

The Iron Giant

Titan A.E.

Mulan

The Little Mermaid

Lilo & Stitch

The Emperor's New Groove

Brave

Maleficent

The Hunger Games

GhostBusters (this franchise has no bad entry)

Scream (much like with Alien the third comes in last, but here the whole franchise is one big banger)

The Sixth Sense

Signs

Stardust

X-Men: Days of Future Past (I love almost all foX-Men films though, but 2 and DoFP are the best)

Avengers, Age of Ultron, Infinity War, Endgame (let me put them in a row and I will not pick any more from the MCU)

The Dark Knight

Back to the Future

Jurassic Park

The Lord of the Rings (SEE please)

North by Northwest

Witness for the Prosecution

Some Like it Hot

Mulholland Drive

Raiders of the Lost Ark (also Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, no wait probably more so 3>1, the others are fine)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Charlie's Angels + Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle

Pirates of the Caribbean (1, 2, 3)

Stephen King's IT Chapter One (funny enough I probably wouldn't qualify Two as a fav on its own, though it's a good and necessary second half of the story, but Chapter One is where it's at)

Carrie (1976)

The Mist (black-and-white is dope)

Misery

Stand by Me

Spaceballs

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Adventures in Babysitting

The Invisible Man (2020)

Pitch Black

Sunshine

The Cabin in the Woods

Evil Dead (especially 2)

Event Horizon

The Blob (1988)

Death Becomes Her

Steel Magnolias

A Fish called Wanda

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (German Dub supremacy though, Volle Kanne Hoshy)

Stranger than Fiction

An American Werewolf in London

The Silence of the Lambs

Starship Troopers

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

Mamma Mia

Little Shop of Horrors

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Moulin Rouge

The Craft

A Chinese Ghost Story

Lady Vengeance

Silver Hawk

Dr. Wai in the Scripture with No Words (had to look up the English title, hey it's Jet Li's version of Indiana Jones and I have a soft spot for this one, even though it's far from Li's best and has so many flaws due to being a nightmare production)

Parasite

Mallrats

St. Trinian's

Ginger Snaps

The Fountain

Galaxy Quest

Elvira - Mistress of the Dark

Cruel Intentions

St. Elmo's Fire

Shaun of the Dead

Rock'n'Roll High School

The Prestige

Underworld (the first above all else)

Resident Evil (especially Afterlife)

Playing by Heart

The Heat

Kill Bill

Ever After

Donnie Darko

Happy Death Day

Trick 'r Treat

D.E.B.S.

Wait, how have I already reached 100? There aren't even the quirky films (like TiMER) or the fun horror trash (my love for Deep Blue Sea is endless). Didn't dive into European films (Amélie) or specific German stuff (bandits). I can do a 100 list for horror alone easily (omg not even The Haunting on here).

Anyway do not question how my mind wandered from title to title, also there is zero ranking involved. Damn, there are five on the list that I don't own on DVD or BD. hmmmm... What does favorite movie even mean? Who knows. In any case for the past few months I've gone back far more to stuff I already know instead of watching new things (that I plan to watch some day, but well, it never felt right).

[shotimus]

fun q; 1, 3, 6, 9, 13, 23 ,33

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

My past two relationships, my grandpa basically stepping in as my father figure after my bio-dad left and step-dad literally does not give a fuck, and having to move around so much when I was in school cause step-dad was in the military

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

The Goonies, Aliens and the first TMNT movie from the 90s

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

Best part is always having someone to play games with online whether it's with a friend or with random people. The worst is always losing online friends because they get too busy with their own lives or something else

tell a story about your childhood

I grew up with Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and watched it on TV not long after the Green Ranger was introduced. I remember seeing the movie, and then season 3 happened and I realized that the two were not connected. Was slightly disappointed, but the biggest perk was that I thought Rito was the funniest thing ever. Now.. at some point Mom and Grandpa went to get groceries and thought it would be funny to buy a bouquet of flowers and make it out to be from 'Rito'. I always knew they did that, but they liked to play it off that it was actually him

what are you doing right now?

Trying to destress

say 3 things about someone you hate

That the person I hate most literally does nothing around the house and will not help out at all, and when he does it's the most minimal effort ever (take out trash but only empties one trash can, puts dishes away in the wrong places). Does not talk to anyone in the house nor does he care about anyone, and gets pissed off that no one tells him anything when he's the one not listening. That he literally did not care when my Grandpa died and my cousin was murdered.

any hobbies?

Playing video games, writing and drawing when I have time

[xstriiker]

*so, if money is no object to your client, what else would make you want to decline them, if anything?*

⸺ ❝ I ain't no trailer trash bumpkin from the goonies. Easiest way 'ta get me to ever decline an offer would be offerin' sexual pleasures. I don't got no need for things such as that. Money, jewelry, weapons - ya name it, I'll collect any bounty but that. ❞

[percontaion-points]

Clawless chapters 11 & 12

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Chapter 11

“Cheer class?” I stared at Nadia in horror. It was bad enough the gym was the setting of my downfall on Hunter Moon, but now they expected me to leap around with pom-poms? “Have you any idea the damage I could do to a pyramid of omegas? Did you not hear me this morning? I wasn’t kidding when I said I had two left feet!” 

“You’re overreacting,” Nadia told me as she slipped into her cheer outfit with the grace of an Olympic gymnast. “You’re obviously athletic. You’ll do fine.” 

I pumped my bicep and pushed it in her face. “These are wrestling muscles. Not toss-me-in-the-air-so-I-can-flash-my-panties muscles.”

Hey, I don’t know who needs to hear this. But um… trashing other girls, including the activities and sports that are typically female dominated, isn’t it. This isn’t the feminist flex the author thinks it is. 

Go be a “I’m not like other girls” pick-me bitch somewhere else. 

And the girls were good. In fact, they were sensational. Maybe it was their shifter blood. Or maybe they just practiced really hard.

It honestly seems kind of shitty to put Vail into this dance/cheer class in the middle of the year. It’s obvious that they’re working on a routine. Adding her now is only going to drag down the rest of the class, since they have to teach her the basics on top of her learning the routines. 

 But I had already lost Ms. Costa’s respect once before, and didn’t want to screw up again.

I am once again asking why Vail cares so much. She’s still here against her will, being forced to do things that she finds unpleasant. 

“I’m not questioning it. Ranks come in all shapes and temperaments. It’s just that the Costas are distantly related to the Wests, and there have never been a lot of omegas in our family.” 

I blinked at her. “We’re related?”

 “Shifters are an in-bred bunch,” she smirked, “so we’re all related in some way.”

“We keep marrying our sisters” isn’t the flex anybody thinks it is.

Because she’d written Warning: Wolf Fire Whore across my forehead in bold black strokes.

Chapter 11 summary: The next morning, the omegas are bustling with news about the latest upcoming dance. The only reason why they weren’t before is simply that the readers didn’t know about it yet. Vail obviously doesn’t want to go, but her friends insist that they can find her something to wear. 

Vail is then forced to go to class, which is cheerleading. Yes, the author does take a moment to hammer in the anti-feminist “not like other girls” malarky; I’m really fucking over it. Anyway, the other girls in the class are really good at the routines, which again, it’s fucking shitty of them to shove Vail in halfway through the year. 

After class is over, the teacher Ms. Costa makes Vail hang back a moment. She tells Vail that the other girls work hard to get to where they are. That omegas don’t have a lot of strengths, so they work hard at what they can do. Which is a message that I like, but I wish that it wasn’t wrapped in “we don’t like this because we’re Not Like Other Girls™”. Ms. C goes on to say that she thinks she and Vail are like 3rd cousins, and she’ll call up her granny to get some info about Vail’s bio-dad. 

By the time this is finished, the locker room is empty. Vail’s things are tossed all over the room, much to her dismay. Even worse is that Pearl and her goonies were lying in wait for her. They basically jump her, and Pearl writes “wolf fire whore” on Vail’s forehead. Classy and mature… SAID NOBODY EVER. 

Chapter 12

Which goes to show how omegas and alphas looked at things differently. It would never occur to Penny that Vail might be shacked up with her dud friends – or have left the campus entirely – because that went against her own notions of responsible behavior. But Vail Marrow had proven on numerous occasions she wasn’t a big fan of the rules.

Again, they slam Vail for “not knowing the rules”, but not once since Vail’s been at the school has anybody bothered to sit her down and say “Here’s what is and isn’t acceptable.” 

“I’ve been trying to get this shit off all afternoon.” She proceeded to scrub her forehead with the same energy I’d use to strip paint. “Who knew permanent marker was actually permanent?” 

Nail polish remover. Literally anybody could have told you that… had you bothered to ask. It has the same ingredients as paint remover, but is more for skin.

“Are you going to lick me now?”

 I must have betrayed my surprise, because she suddenly blushed so hard, her whole face took on the same raw hue. “Sorry,” she muttered, dropping her eyes. “It’s just when I was injured before, Jasper said it was the fastest way to heal.” 

Well, wasn’t Jay the sly fucker. I knew the guy had been in pretty deep with her, but this was a whole other level. The healing properties of shifter saliva was almost always reserved as a treatment between mates. It was an intimate thing and only really worked if the wolves were deeply connected. Vail was so clueless she wouldn’t have known that asking a strange male to lick her was the equivalent of slipping between his sheets before the entrée. And asking your alphason… Well, that was the same as dropping to your knees in the dining room.

 I tried to feel annoyed with her. This was exactly the sort of shit that proved she didn’t belong. It blurred lines and made people act out of character. Jasper Arras was a case in point. He’d always been an impulsive asshole, but only in a harmless, cocky way. Laid back, coasting on his charm and looks and always surrounded by panting females, he’d never needed to break the rules. But a month with this girl, and he’d not only been mate-intimate, he’d challenged his prick of a father to a blood claw challenge and won.

Why is all of his anger over this directed at Vail, rather than Jasper, who used and abused Vail’s naivety? 

Because Vail and my wolf in anything other than a crowded, big-ass coach was not going to end well.

Chapter 12 summary: Back over to Reed, he’s frustrated when Penny tells him that the only one not on the bus to take them to the dance is Vail. He tells her to go ahead, and he’ll follow behind with Vail. 

He then goes to her room, hoping that she’s actually there and that she hadn’t snuck out somehow. She doesn’t want to let him in, but he’s obviously beyond upset when he sees the remains of Pearl’s message on her forehead. 

She also has cuts and bruises all over herself, and she innocently asks if he’s going to lick her all better. Reed gets angry at her… for having let Jasper take advantage of her. But to make matters worse, he smells Vail’s arousal, and he himself gets all horny. The entire thing is gross. He tells her to put on her dress, because they are going to the dance.