#I'm just a guy who stole a truck did a little time and then got out I don't have to think about it any more than that bc that's all Ican be

[good-to-drive]

I feel like there's something to be said about the search for meaning through things like spirituality or psychology or storytelling as a major theme of the sopranos and how we start out thinking Paulie Walnuts is either an underwritten character or an underdeveloped human -- depending on your inclinations -- who doesn't think or care about any deeper meaning in life because he's driven purely by base emotions like greed and lust but then over the course of the show we discover a complex inner theology based partly on his religious upbringing and partly on what Paulie himself needs to believe and it exposes the absolute necessity of convincing yourself that there's more to life than The Big Nothing no matter who you are or how above or below such things you consider yourself to be

[jimraisedmeup]

TICK // 17.1 - dancing in the dark

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, graphic sexual content)

Word Count: 2400

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I get up in the evenin' And I ain't got nothin' to say I come home in the mornin' I go to bed feelin' the same way

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May 16, 1984 - junior year

"Toilet paper?"

"Check."

"Eggs?"

"Check."

"Red lipstick?"

"Check," Robin answered, then lifted an eyebrow at her sister. "Wait, what do we need the lipstick for?"

Eddie butted in between the two Buckley girls from the back seat of your father's work truck. "Perhaps if I wear lipstick I'll be less recognizable?"

You snorted, both hands on the wheel. "I don't think a disguise is necessary. Honestly, if you get caught, what else do you have to lose at this point?"

The brown eyed boy sat back in his seat, shoulders slumping in a mild sense of defeat. You still hadn't really talked to him since showing up on his doorstep with Robin. You were quite clearly on a mission and having fun with your sister, but Eddie knew you well enough that you were still far from happy with his fireworks show.

At this point, he just felt lucky that you wanted to include him in whatever plan you cooked up.

And Eddie thought Robin was quirky. Like if you took all the seriousness and cynicism away from you, added a dash of band geek, BAM! Robin Buckley. Eddie found her perpetual lack of coordination and rambling sentences to be entertaining. 

On the same note, though, he was intimidated by her scrutinizing gaze on him - they hadn't really spent time together yet, just simple greetings in passing at school when he was with you. 

Eddie still had yet to properly meet your father, upon your request.

I think that's something that can wait a while, yeah?

Hawkins was empty this late at night and all three of you buzzed with anxiety. "Borrowing" your dad's work truck was a good idea, but also a risky one. The construction company's name on the side of it was a little more recognizable that Eddie was comfortable with.

But it was better than taking Eddie's van. He was always noticed wherever he went.

"How do you guys know where Higgins lives, anyways?" he questioned, poking through a toolbox that was in the back seat with him.

You peered at him through the rearview mirror, your shining eyes glowing under the street lights.

"Robin knows a girl, who knows a guy, who knew a girl that dated his son."

"Well that's a goddamn soap opera if I've ever heard one," Eddie mumbled, then leaned forward towards Robin. "Cheers, criminals?"

Eddie popped the top off a beer bottle, startling the two girls in the front seat. You slammed on the brakes. Snapping your head to glare at him, Eddie held a look of innocence in his eyes, a beer in one hand and a random tool he used to open it in the other.

"Did you seriously bring a whole six pack with you? How did I not notice that?"

"You were too busy stealing all of my toilet paper. Look, there's two for each of us," he held out the open beer for one of you to take, fiddling with the lid of another one.

Robin took it from his hand immediately. You stared at her in shock. 

"Hey now, don't look at me like that. He lit a car on fire yesterday. We just stole our dad's work truck… to go vandalize our principal's home," she took a swig of the beer, wincing at the taste. "Might as well continue breaking laws as long as we're having fun, right?"

Sighing, you nodded at your younger sister. "Touché. But save mine for later, would you? Drinking and driving isn't on my list of crimes this evening."

Eddie and Robin tapped their beers together with a sharp clink, then proceeded to race each other to the bottoms of their bottles. 

The truck pulled onto Higgins' street. You parked in a dark area underneath a large oak tree. You turned to your accomplices with a grin.

"Are you ready, bitches?"

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I ain't nothin' but tired Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help

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The trio looked upon your handiwork, sweet revenge coursing through your veins.

Toilet paper covered Higgins' trees, lawn, and lampposts. Eggs were artistically scattered over the brick front of the house - Eddie specifically recommended not to egg any windows so that you wouldn't draw attention from anyone inside with noise.

Robin stifled a giggle with her palm. "Guys… that was fun as hell."

"I concur," Eddie said, hands on his hips.

You couldn't help but smile at your two favorite people. "Ditto."

When you were almost back to the truck, you stopped suddenly. "Wait! I almost forgot." Then you bolted away. "Wait here!" you whispered at them frantically.

Eddie side-eyed Robin as they watched you run up to Higgins' mailbox.

"Uh, so Robin, you think she’s gonna hate me forever? For what happened yesterday?"

Clicking her tongue for a moment, Robin stared at her feet as she replied. "I don't think she's capable of hating you." 

The Munson boy next to her felt a pang in his heart at her response, and was unable to find his own.

Then she chuckled. "But good luck with the dirty looks she'll give you every time you light a match around her. She can be really scary sometimes."

"It's her eyes, right?" Eddie said with a laugh. "Aggressive."

Robin patted him on the back. "Just don't try to blow yourself up again anytime soon, and I'm sure you'll be just fine in her books. She loves you, you know?"

"Does she?"

"Isn't it kinda obvious?" Robin pointed at you, who was now jogging back to the pair. "She’s never been a rule breaker like this before. Not until she met your dumb ass."

Before Eddie had a chance to process Robin's words, you ran up to them.

"Guys, let's roll! I saw a light come on in Higgins' house," and then you ran past them, out of breath and cackling wildly.

As you drove past the principal's defaced home, Eddie snuck a glance at the once bright, white mailbox. 

In red lipstick, you had written "ASS of '84" in swirling, fantastic letters.

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You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

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As you neared the center of town, you felt chills up your spine when Eddie's quiet voice sounded from behind you.

"Come stay with me tonight?"

You fidgeted in your seat. You would pick Eddie's soft bed over your own any other day. But now you were conflicted. 

"I have to take Robin home. And the truck. She can't drive it home alone," you explained, mumbling towards the back seat. 

You glanced at Robin, who was enjoying her second beer and looking out of the window at the passing businesses of downtown Hawkins.

But Eddie wasn't going to back down. "So? I'll come with you, then. Sneak me into your bedroom, I'll be your little secret."

"Do you want to die at the hands of Richard Buckley?"

"Darling, I'd die any day just to spend another night with you."

You had never allowed him to stay the night at your house before. You tried your best to avoid Eddie and your father crossing paths at all costs, usually only having Eddie in your room on days when your father was working late.

A bit of anger flashed in your mind, wondering why Kate was allowed to stay the night. You couldn't hold the anger for long, though. Over the last few months of awkward dinners, both you and Robin had begun to realize that Kate wasn't all that bad, even if she had a horrible taste in men.

And now, as you could feel your boyfriend's heated eyes on you from the back seat, a gut feeling told you that you weren't ready to say goodnight to him just yet.

"Fine, just this once."

"You know I can hear everything, right? You idiots are loud and the radio isn't even on," Robin gestured wildly with her hands. "I'd say 'get a room', but it sounds like you're about to do that. Gross."

Uncontrollable laughter bubbled up in your chest, adrenaline still pumping through your veins from the mischief you unleashed on the principal of Hawkins High School.

It must have been contagious, because Robin smirked at her sister.

"I'll help you sneak him in. Maybe one day you'll help me sneak in someone, too."

With a quick wink and the signature interlocking of your pinky fingers, you nodded knowingly at Robin as you pulled the truck into the driveway of your home.

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Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carvin' you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight

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"Do you need me to wash your clothes or anything? For school tomorrow?"

You searched through your dresser drawers, finally finding a clean pair of oversized shorts that you had previously stolen from his room. You threw them at Eddie, who caught them with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Sunshine… hate to break it to you, but I'm kinda done for the year. They suspended me for the last two weeks of school."

"Oh."

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding the disappointment on your face. "I think I might just say 'fuck it', you know? Drop out, get a job with my uncle. Eulin is never going to pass me… or Ms. O'Donnell. Definitely not Higgins. What's the point in trying senior year again?"

Your eyes were sad. Though still sweet and deep as a pot of honey, your voice seemed smaller than usual.

"You should try again… for me. We could graduate together." You picked at your fingers, not meeting his eyes.

Eddie Munson didn't need any convincing. It was clear how much it meant to you. 

"Jesus, babe, no need to beg," he joked. "You already begged me enough just to stay here tonight."

The small smile that crept up on your lips made his entire night. Sure, he royally fucked up with the fireworks. But you were still here. You took him to get his childish revenge on Higgins. You wanted him to graduate with you. 

Maybe there was still hope for a fairytale ending, making it out of Hawkins with you by his side.

Never really ceasing to surprise him, you pulled off your jeans and sat on the edge of your neatly made bed, spreading your knees just a few inches.

"Enough talking, if that's okay?"

Eddie was already hard. But he purposely hesitated.

"Messing up a bed this pretty seems like quite the sin, you know."

Tilting your head back, you scoffed. "Says the boy with the stained mattress!"

"My uncle gave me that bed, I have no idea where those stains came from!"

"Sure." Then you bit your lip, looking behind him in the dim bedroom. "Lock the door already, will you?"

Again, he didn't need any convincing. He pushed the lock closed on your bedroom door, seeing it shine in the hazy light emanating from your closet. 

The brown eyed boy dropped to his knees in front of you, grasping your calves and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

He ran his hand over your belly, then hooked his fingers underneath the elastic of your underwear… he said a quick, sarcastic prayer for his devilish conscience, then pulled the underwear down. 

In the darkness, your hair hung around your sleepy face, making it difficult to read your expression. Eddie didn't mind it, though. He just wanted to feel you, love you, hear you… taste you.

Both of your hands ran across his neck, your nails slowly exploring his skin, then down to the collar of his shirt. He took the subtle hint and pulled it off, discarding it on the floor. The dark piece of fabric looked out of place in your immaculate pink bedroom.

Eddie could feel the warmth radiating off the skin of your stomach, your inner thighs. He grabbed your knee and then ran his hand upwards, stopping when he felt your hips.

He didn't even contemplate his actions for a single second - Eddie knew exactly what you wanted. Pressing one hand against your backside, he pulled your hips forcefully towards his mouth. Your flesh held remnants of what smelled like rose-scented soap and sweat.

His tongue traced the hot crevice between your thigh and the wetness already pooling between your legs. Immediately, your back arched, almost collapsing your body like a little fractured marionette.

He was the puppet master.

The tension in the air snapped. Like a buzzing telephone wire on a scorching summer day - Eddie felt a fire being lit in his groin, guiding him as if he was a man possessed.

Self-control being a thing in the past, Eddie grabbed hard onto your ass, and you leaned back as you held onto his head. He tasted you, fully, unabashedly, exploring you like you were an undiscovered wonder of the world. His tongue circled your most sensitive areas as you whimpered, knees trembling.

You squirmed further and further up the bed like a cat in heat. He yanked your hips back to the edge of the mattress. You grabbed one of your pillows and held it over your mouth.

His fingers traced an arc along the underside of your breasts, barely visible under the fabric that separated them. It took everything in him not to fully undress himself.

His cock was hard, straining against his jeans. But there wasn't anything that would stop him from making you come into his mouth.

Eddie didn't think he had ever tasted something so real, so human, in his entire life. The sweat, the salt, the unique taste of you. 

He controlled the speed at which you finished - dragging it out as long as he could. The more your body tensed up at his actions, the more satisfied he felt. Your legs curled around his head like a vice grip from heaven.

Afterwards, sitting back on the floor before you, his face was wet. His lips were swollen. 

He could see your figure splayed out on the bed. Shameless and spent.

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I'm dyin' for some action I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

You can't start a fire Sittin' 'round cryin' over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

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(song lyrics credit: "Dancing in the Dark" by Bruce Springsteen)

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[jaredhopworthfan]

jared hopwoth diss track

Whats up gang

Its me, Sebastian Adyokya or as the streets call me "Little Seb".

Jared Hopworth, you bitch who stole the librarys copy of the boneturners tale, I wrote a diss about you, and it goes a little something like this

You stink like wet beef

You're nothing but a theif

Stealing peoples flesh but more importantly that book

You dont know long division

You look like youre from TerrorVision

The 1986 Television series

That gave people the earies

Produced by a guy who worked for Full Moon Features

Made by Empire International Pictures

I'm getting off track so you just sit and listen

Remember that time in high school when we kissed?

It was after prom

I didn't know any girls to ask who'd be interested in going, you said the same but I knew you were lying (both because I've seen firsthand that girls do like your muscles and height and because you always squinted one eye when you lied), so we went with eachother. As friends, of course.

The dance itself was kind of boring, the next day I heard Samantha Blevings got puked on when we left, and someone got a concussion, so I suppose we left right when it was getting good. We decided to go to the lookout half a mile away to look at the town below.

It was quiet. We had a few swigs of whiskey you kept in the dashboard of your truck, I'm still not sure how you got it. It burned my throat, you squinted an eye when you said it didn't burn yours and I should just "Man up".

The stars were shining bright, but not as bright at your eyes. I realised everything about you really was beautiful.

Your jaw was square, your nose was still crooked from when you got punched in middle school, your eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, you were sporting a different hairstyle then your usual messy hair, it was slicked back for the formal occasion.

You noticed me staring. We were both more than a little buzzed. I don't know if you remember, but you said you were in love with me then.

We kissed. Your lips weren't pleasent to kiss, you thought using chapstick was too girly and I know you don't brush your teeth twice a day. I could taste the whiskey you drank, it burned.

You drove me home despite us both being intoxicated. The next day I acted like it never happened.

I'm not sure if you remember that ever happening. I'm not sure if it even did. I still love you. I still love you please say it back. Please say the way you're acting is denial, or you think i don't love you still, or you cant articulate the words to say it when you're sober. Please don't tell me I hurt you. Please don't hurt me anymore than you're hurting yourself.

You're still beautiful. Even like this. Even with all the bones and the limbs and face I don't entirely reconise. You're nose isn't crooked anymore. Nor was it hooked like it was before you broke it.

Your raps are probably bad

Your reading skills are sad

You look like the thumb guys from spy kids

You dont even have eyelids

why the fuck do you not have eyelids

[marvelmusicalsandmore]

Best Thomas Rhett Lyrics (in no particular order)

"Give your last breath / Give your last name / Your umbrella in the pouring rain" ("Things You Do For Love")

"We had our hopes up and the windows down" ("Slow Down Summer")

"You might think it's crazy / And you might not understand / But that hand-me-down on four wheels turned this boy into a man" ("That Old Truck")

"The day you stop lookin' back is the day you start moving on" ("The Day You Stop Lookin' Back" - This song got me through my first heartbreak)

"She got me drunk like Corona / Heart racing like it's Daytona" ("Look What God Gave Her")

"If I make it to Heaven, it'll be by a hair / But one look at you and I'm there" ("Blessed")

"You never know what's gonna happen / You make your plans and you hear God laughing" ("Life Changes")

"And I know her daddy's been dreading this day / Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away" ("Marry Me")

"You're shaking that money maker, like a heart breaker, like your college major was / Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights" ("Get Me Some of That")

"You're like that cigarette / That shot of 100 proof / No matter how much I get, I'm always craving" ("Craving You")

"And no matter how much time goes by / And no matter how much we grow up / For worse or for better, from now 'til forever / I'll always remember you young" ("Remember You Young")

"I hope when we get to Heaven / He looks at us all like we're kids / Shameless and painless and perfect and ageless / Forgives all the wrong that we did" ("Remember You Young")

"I put my jacket on your shoulder / Wishin' the weather wasn't gettin' colder / Lettin' you go, holding' onto each other / Closing' our eyes, sayin, / ‘Slow down, summer’" ("Slow Down Summer")

"I'm not sure where Heaven is / But every night I get a glimpse" ("Blessed")

"People say I'm lucky / But lucky ain't the word / Oh, I'm blessed" ("Blessed")

"And all I ain't got is my breath / You stole it the first time we met" ("Blessed")

"In a lot of ways, I'm still the kid I was / A little less temper, and a lot more love" ("Growing Up")

"I learned a lot 'bout living' from them boys down on death row" ("Death Row")

"Everybody's days are numbered / Only difference is, they all know which ones" ("Death Row")

Honestly, "Death Row" is an underrated song, with a lot of great lyrics

"Can't take diamonds, can't take gold / But I'll take your love with me when I go" ("Grave")

"You can spend your whole life trying to make a killing / But what's it all worth without a little living?" ("More Time Fishin'")

"Tell me it'll always be this way / You'll be even more beautiful when you're gray and crazy / We'll still kiss, and we might cuss / Just tell me that we'll still be us / When we're 80" ("When We're 80")

"She turned up the radio as soon as she climbed in / Said, 'I don't care where we go as long as we're flying'" ("Don't Stop Drivin'")

"She asked, ' Are we getting close?' / I said, 'To where?' / She said, 'I don't know'" ("Don't Stop Drivin'")

"We drove straight through the night / Just like we stole that car / I would've gone a million miles / 'Cause she stole my heart" ("Don't Stop Drivin'")

"When you pull her close, just save some room for Jesus / 'Cause if you ever cross that line, I swear boy, you're gonna need him" ("To The Guys That Date My Girls")

"I look forward to catching up when my time comes around / I wonder what you're doing in Heaven right now" ("Heaven Right Now")

"I remember when my mama told me / Ain't nobody in love who ain't never been lonely" ("Up")

"When you take their hand, remember / You're holding my whole world" ("To The Guys That Date My Girls")

And, of course...

"If I never get to see the Northern Lights / Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night / Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand / Baby I could die a happy man" ("Die a Happy Man," aka the greatest love song of all time)

[thatone16216]

Portgas D Ace x fem reader

Chapter 3

The rest of the day goes by without much drama. I mean, looks and whispers follow me, but other than that I haven't had too much trouble. Nami introduced me to her friends, so I have people to hang out with, I guess. They weren't bad. Aside from Ace, Robin, and Vivi, who I met this morning, I met some guys named Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Frankie - who's Robin's boyfriend, and Ace's two brothers, Luffy and Sabo. I also met Sabo's girlfriend, Koala, and Usopp's girlfriend, Kaya, both of whom I instantly took a liking to. 

They are considered the "popular crowd", and I am now one of them by association. It's cool, I guess, but I wish the eyes following me through the hallways would disappear. Luffy is the youngest and the only sophomore in the group. Sabo, Robin, Frankie, and Koala are seniors, and the rest of them are in my grade. Juniors. 

They were all nice, and all of them pretty much stole my phone to put their numbers in it, so I guess this means I've been claimed. Well, having lunch with friends is a lot better than my original plan of eating with Law in the nurse's office. 

I exit the building, looking for Killer. I instantly spotted his tow truck in the pick up line for students. He must have come straight from dropping a car off at the shop. I hop in the passenger seat and buckle my seatbelt. "Hey, kid sister," he greets, using my nickname he gave me all those years ago. I smile at him. "Hey, Mom." He starts the car and away we go.

As we drive we talk about whatever comes into our minds and I scream along to the music on the radio. Killer hates this little habit of mine and Kid's, but we can't help it. Metal music is the best, no questions asked. 

We pull into the garage and I hear Kid's playlist blaring through the air. I jump out of the truck and run straight for my brother. "KID!" I shout, before jumping on him. He has just enough time to put down the stuff he was carrying before I barrel into him. He chuckles as he picks me up like I'm no bigger than a child. Which, compared to him, I guess is true.

When he puts me down, he grins at me. "Guess what, [Name]? I was lookin' around the car yard and I found a Boss Mustang in there. I took a look, and I think we could restore it. It'll take a while but..." he trails off, thinking, while I secretly celebrate. I've been wanting to restore a car for a while, ever since we moved into the place. I did some exploring when I first got here and found a few classic I wouldn't mind fixing. 

I drop my bag and hug him again. "Let me get changed and we can get started!" I squeal. Kid chuckles as I run upstairs to my room.

I quickly strip out of my uniform and change into a somewhat cute yet extremely practical look. Red t-shirt, black overalls, and a red bandanna. I put on my work boots and head back downstairs.

My earliest memory is one of the few good ones I have of my father. He was a mechanic, like Kid, and my memory is of him holding me while teaching Kid how to fix up his 1977 Firebird. When he died, it was supposed to go to Kid, but when our mother left us, she sold it. Kid has been keeping tabs on it, somehow, and now that he actually has money put away, he's planning to buy it back the first chance he gets.

As I head into the garage, I see Killer and Heat bringing the mustang in. I walk over and join my brother in observing the body. It's definitely been sitting outside for a while, and could really use a nice wash and fresh coat of paint, but aside from replacing a headlight, there doesn't appear to be anything outwardly wrong with the body of it. 

Once the car is ready, I examine the interior of the car while Kid gets to work looking at the engine. The seats definitely need to be replaced, as well as the dashboard. I note a few other minor repairs that need to be made before the bell above the customer area of the shop rings.

The others are busy with other things, so I head to the office. I walk in, wiping grease off my hands with a spare rag. I notice a figure standing by the counter and I make my way over. "Hi! Welcome to Hot Rod Revolt, how can I help you?" "HEY! ITS [NAME]!" I hear a somewhat familiar voice yell.

I notice that the figure is Luffy, and just after he says that Ace walks through the door. "Oh, hey [Name]!" Ace says, cheerfully. I smile politely at him. "Hey, guys. What brings you here, today?" I ask. Ace rubs the back of his head. "Well... you see... I may have been driving and I may have crashed my car a little and I may need it fixed really fast before my father finds out and both takes my car away and kills me?"

I giggle a little and nod. "Sure, let me take a look at the damages?" Ace sighs in relief. "Thanks [Name]. You're a lifesaver," he says as he leads me to his car. It's a red Jeep Wrangler, which makes me laugh, because of course he has a Jeep. I inspect the outer damages. The hood is popped up and dented, as well as the front bumper. 

As I turn to grab one of the guys, Kid walks out of the garage, wiping grease off his hand. "Well, you certainly fucked that car up, didn't you?" He asks. He holds his hand out toward Ace. "I'm going to need the keys in order to fix it," He says, holding out his hand.

Ace places the keys in his hand and Kid gets in the Jeep. He starts it, backing it into the garage. Luffy gets distracted by something and wanders off, leaving Ace and I alone. "So..." I trail off, awkwardly trying to find something to say. "So?" Ace asks, amused. I blush, turning my head away, when I spot the car yard gate is open. "Hey, wanna see something cool?" I ask him. Ace nods. "Yeah, sure. I got time."

I grab his arm and pull him into the car yard. Dozens of dusty, rusty, and old cars and parts are scattered about the ground. The faded reds, blues, and other colors providing spots of color in the yard. I let go of Ace and let him look around, inspecting all of the cars. I sit on the hood of an old VW Bug, watching as Ace inspects all the cars.

"So why'd you bring me here?" He asks after a while. I shrug. "I couldn't think of anything to talk about, so rather than stand in awkward silence I decided to bring you back here so you can look at cars," I say with a grin. He chuckles and comes to sit next to me, so close that our shoulders are touching. 

The two of us chat about anything, just hanging out and talking. Luffy was in the garage, distracting everyone from working. That ended abruptly when Kid threw him out, yelling at him to "shut the fuck up and leave him alone". I giggle watching that happen, as Luffy spots us and jumps right up, running over and yelling about food. 

Kid comes out of the garage a few minutes later, walking over to the three of us. If he had eyebrows, he would have raised one at how close Ace and I were sitting. The look he gave me definitely says, "we're discussing this later". I roll my eyes. There's nothing to discuss. At least, I don't think there is. 

"All I really needed to do was straighten out the hood and bumper, get the dents out of it. Your car looks as good as new, and I even put a new inspection sticker on it. Bring it back here if there are any other problems, but I think I fixed it all." Ace nods along to what Kid is saying, smiling with every word. "Okay, thanks dude!" He says, grabbing Luffy. As the two get in the car to drive off, Ace pops back out. "[Name]! I owe ya one!" He says. He gives me a half hug and gets in his car. 

As he drives away, I can't help but let a small smile slip. He's cute. I'll give him that. He's also funny and sweet. I noticed that while we were talking, he talked a lot about his brothers, and from what I could tell, he cares about them very much. I found myself feeling something for the boy, something I haven't felt for anyone before. I know what it is, because I'm not stupid, but I just haven't ever met anyone that has made me feel this way before. 

It's different. In a nice way.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Let’s see what happened!

It's a good thing you realize it that what you did was wrong and how Monaca truly manipulated all of you but I do want to ask...

While in Towa City; I found some journal entries by all of you....

Yeah... we figure we write down stuff when we die as kids and when we killed our parents; just to get it out of our system.

*files the pages of the file and pushes it to Masaru* So if you can, can you explain this?

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Memoirs of Masaru Daimon

Uuuwhoaaa! My heart is pouuunding! Haha, I'm lookin' forward to it! Is the paradise ready yet? A world without a single Demon! I can say "weenie" and "poop" all I want! And no one's gonna tell me I'm gonna spoil my appetite by eating candy for dinner! Ahahahahaha!

For the sake of making the bestest possible paradise, I have to be the bestest leader! I'll lead everyone to victory!

That Useless Shitty Brat

I ordered my son to go buy alcohol. I even GAVE HIM THE MONEY. He comes back home EMPTYHANDED. He said something about not having ID or something, whatever. Who cares? I trained the boy. I made him go do it one more time, and he comes back with alcohol. The next day, the cops show up. Apparently the little shit STOLE IT! The brat HUMILIATED me. But I trained him good as soon as the cops left.

I hate my son's face when I'm teaching him a lesson. The smile he forces so that I'll stop hitting him creeps me out. He can't just cry or yell like a regular kid? Shit, I got myself a defective product.

It's my fault

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault… It's my fault I don't know how to buy alcohol properly. It's my fault that I cough when you smoke. It's my fault, and that's why Dad gets mad at me.

I'm sorry for making you look like the bad guy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm the one who's at fault and I'm sorry I made you look like the bad guy. Please don't throw me away. Please stay with me. Please keep being my dad.

Diary

No doubt about it, Monaca is the best! As expected of the Mage of the "Warriors of Hope," lead by me. Just trust in Monaca, and even "brainrinsing" is easy as pie! As long as they wear the "Monokuma Head," everyone's our ally!

If this keeps up, the paradise will be completed in no time! And when that happens, I'll bring peace to the entire world next! And then, when I'm leader of the whole world, I'll make sure there's no more pain and fear!

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These were written by you except for the 'Useless Shitty Brat' which... I know it's personal but can you talk about your dad?

Ye-Yeah... I can do that...

My dad was a pretty bad person, Nagisa had told you all that all of us came from bad homes; we know Monaca had it the worse but it's not like we were any better.

My dad's name was 'Hiroshi Daimon', all I knew is that he work for a moving company; he has this truck and he transport stuff around but I'm not sure what it was.

I also notice you seem to hate alcohol and the smell of it; I guess your dad drinks a lot?

Ye-Yeah... he tends to drink, smoke and become violent; often he would throw bottles at me and hit me if I'm too loud...

I-Infact he often say a bunch of stuff too; like if you start to cry your a coward an-and he would bla-blame me for things... I-I just hated when he was drunk or smells like booze or when he smokes!

That sounds awful, your dad seems pretty bad...

Yeah... and the cops weren't much help either, I was stuck dealing with that for most of my life before Monaca suggested we kill ourselves.

[litterednglitter]

My wrath knows no limits.

and I'm so happy that I snapped out of it when I did.

Anybody who knows me. and I mean really knows me. know that that is exactly what I am applicable of. There's a reason why I'm telling you this. let me explain further.

On Wednesday that just passed, I was very tired from working 2 jobs. (bear with me here I know I like to practically brag that I work 2 full-time jobs I know, I know we all get it moving on!) Well, that day I was more tired than ever. At the company where I work, we have something called "wellness rooms". Now for those of you who don't know what wellness rooms are, it's a multi-purpose where anybody can use for almost anything.

Most of us use it for sleeping. Yes, that's right. we have cots and we can sleep in the workplace. We all have it good here. We get free food, unlimited coffee, tea, gym, showers, and last but not least laundry mats. You can almost live here if you'd like. But I'm not a hoebow so I think I'll pass on this.

So I was using one of these cots to nap for about 5ish hours in between jobs. when I gathered all my stuff and try to move on to the next job I walked outside only to find a white and pastel pink/purple bike but my car was gone. At 1st I was thinking that I lost my mind. There was a history that I use to park my car in a different part of the parking lot and forget about it. I use to wig out and proclaim that someBODY stole my car. Then roughly about 8 mins later I was standing there looking stupid. I always told myself never again.

so this was that "never again" I made sure that I wasn't trippin' and made sure that my car was not here. It wasn't, so I had the go-ahead to freak the heck out! I threw my stuff on the floor and ran back to the security office to get to the bottom of all of this. and yep sure enough someone little guy about the size of a 10-year-old took my car. This little dude rode up in a white pink and purple bike and upgraded to my car.

yeah, the fuck with that kid. After I was done losing my shit. I remembered I had placed an air tag in it that was well hidden in the crevices of my shit box car. I mean it was a 96 Civic and it looked like I had drugs or a dead hooker in the truck. I mean let's be real for a hot second.

Felipe and I took one look at my find my phone app and he said wanna go con front of him? I said HELL YASssss! Let go! So we road around and still couldn't find my car or the guy and we thought he had an iPhone and found out there was an air tag somewhere in the car and threw it out. Only we couldn't find it.

Finding out the hard way air tags are not that reliable. So I had no choice but to call the cops. They came pretty quickly but considering the area that I've been in they don't play. The cops were really nice and took all my information down. They drove off. One of them said I think I know where it might be after giving them the last location of my air tag. then drive off.

They even took the bike! I really wanted to keep it because it kinda looked nice but I'm sure what looked like a 10-year-old took it from someone else. But the PD took it away.

Felipe and I took another go-a-head around the neighborhood thinking we would find it. About 20 minutes in, I got a phone call saying that the cops found it! HA! THEY FOUND IT! We were both so excited we headed there ASAP. We were told to meet at a storage place.

As we were driving up to the place guess who I saw strolling down the street? Yup! You guessed it! That son of a bitch who STOLE MY CAR!!!!!! The only thing that changed was that he took off his flannel shirt and placed on bigger sweatpants. Overall, he was still wearing the same thing.

So I did what everyone else would do took a deep breath approached him and kindly asked him for my car back....hahahhahaha yeah I did none of that. What I did was jump outta the car and tell Felipe to call the cops and I confronted him.

The 1st thing I noticed is that he was not a 10-year-old He was like a 28-year-old short dude that looked like he stole his wardrobe from his cholo dad. That's what he looked like! A grown little dude who still shopped at Baby Gap. And you think that stopped you from confronting him? Absolute not! I am 3 times his size about 3 times his weight and I was fixing to beat his ass 3xs more than anybody ever did.

I said you SOB you took my car!!! Gimme back my car! He wanted to take off to the back alley but we both knew that wasn't going to happen. This not so 10 yr old little dude had a big o machete and he was ready to swing at me.

But my trusty bestie was recording the whole time. So he stopped and thought about what he was going to do next. It also didn't help me out that I was screaming at him like a ranging Karen saying DO IT AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS!

Finally, after all of that, the cops finally came and joined the party. Boy did that take what seemed like forever! No, I wasn't really angry over that. Oh no no no no! Life is not that simple. Not only did the cops let him go. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you the COPS LET EM' GOOO! Apparently, If I want to commit a crime in CA. all I need to do is change clothes and say it wasn't me.

But what really set me off into a rage. Is not the fact that the cops let him go. It was the fact that he gave me that studio date rape look and said I didn't even want the car anyways. Loud enough for me to hear it and not the cops. TF! Is wrong with this guy?!? I lost it!

I flat-out ran up to him and told him in Spanish. (yes I don't know if you know this I can speak Spanish) You better hope that I don't catch you here again. I will come back when you least expect it and BURN your fucking hut with your rat-looking dogs and your whore in with you.

I think I spooked him because we both knew that I was very serious. He ended up running away. back into the very creepy, very empty, tall grass field. I was still trying to figure out who can I borrow a gas can from. Thank god for my BFF, Smurf. She talked me down from committing not only arson but murder too. Thank God for the best friends. Ohhhh how my life is just Littered N Glitter

[crysta-cub]

I'm Back

Soooo it's been a hot second since I have posted anything on Here. About 2 years or so... Soooo a little update on life seems to be needed.

I found a guy... Yep after 8 to 10 year or so of not having any relationships other than one night stands I finally encountered a guy that was interested in sharing his life with mine... We both attended a mutual friends wedding (I was a bridesmaid) and he was smitten as my friend called it... We did a little long distance relationship thing. Then he bought a house so me and my dog Eevee could move in with him... We got engaged last Christmas and we just got married on November 5th (remember remember the 5th of November).

So this guy I'm now married to. He already had a cat named Chelsea and it took a while for her to get used to Eevee. Eevee is enthusiastic about meeting cats and Chelsea was once a feral cat who enjoys not being chased. They have come to a mutual understanding. Chelsea is sweet but doesn't care for being picked up.

At first I got a job working at a distribution center loading freight trucks... At night... It was an interesting gig but not what I wanted to do with my life. The hunt for a job I desired was on... And guess what. I now work at a local SPCA. My dream has always been to work with animals and I finally get to do some rescue work.. doesn't pay much but I have been a part of many happy endings. I have fallen in love with soooo many animals here and love seeing them go to great homes.

And this has lead to new additions to our family.

I knew Eevee needed a dog friend so that she'd stop bugging Chelsea all the time and had someone she could play with. I had to wait til we were ready as well as wait for a month due to a requirement from the shelter but this last January we adopted a sweet old soul of a boy that we named Harvey. I like to joke that he retired at the age of two and has country music as his background music. He's not as energetic as Eevee but he is all love and a soft whoo boi. (I love his howls)

Then my parents sold their place and moved in with us until they found their new home. It was nice having them over and not having to cook and clean for a bit. They're retired and my mom still likes to keep busy. At my work someone abandoned a box of 3 week old kittens and I jumped on the opportunity to foster them. Well my mom ended up doing most of the work so I could sleep but we raised them up to happy healthy kittens but only one was a special CH (aka wobble) kitten. We named her Freya and Freya stole our hearts and was the only kitten to decide that Eevee was her dog mother and would go out of their room to seek out Eevee specifically. Eevee wanted to mother all the kittens and Chelsea wanted nothing to do with them. Harvey just looked at us for help if they got close. Freya is growing like a weed and is all mischief and chaos (and we can pick her up and hold her whenever we want)

My parents have moved out and I'm back to doing the adulting but my stories are still running through my head and the itch to write and create is returning. I'm working on one short story I've been wanting to put out for the longest of time. Should be finishing that up soon (maybe today, we'll see)

Enjoy my little menagerie of fur babies

[obsidiancreates]

1990 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Live-Action Movie Liveblog

HERE WE GO BABES TURTLE TIME!!!!!!!!!!! Secret of the Ooze is iconic to me so I have high expectations here.

Starting with some city shots, good start- THAT LADY'S COAT I LOVE IT

Is that April? Different actress than in Secret if so

PICKPOCKETING AND PASSING IT ALONG A SECRET NETWORK HELL YEAH- omg that kid is in The Foot? But he looks like a nerd

THEY STOLE THE ENTIRE DAMN TRUCK IN LIKE 5 SECOND LOL

THEY STOLE HER FUCKING TV PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

There they are, the foot costumes, iconic.

DIGGING the music of this- WHOA SECRET LAIR all of these boys look like Cameron from Ferris Buller's Day Off but like, with different hair colors.

Why'd she make a Ghostbusters joke? They... don't solve robberies?

IT IS APRIL AN SHE'S WITH A DIFFERENT CHANNEL WHAT SHE'S WITH CHANNEL 3????????????

Would a New Yorker actually get that scared of a rat? I have my doubts.

GOD I love sound in 90's movies it so click-clacky

FUCK THEY ATTACKED HER- YEAHHHHHHHHHHH A SAIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

MY BOYS SAVED HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HI LIL' RAPH PEEKIN' OUT FROM THE GRATE HEY BUDDY

She grabbed the sai by the blade- HE CURSED RIGHT OFF THE BAT HELL YEAH

GROOVIN' MUSIC BABEY WHOO I AM HYPED SHOW ME THEM RUBBER COSTUMED YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UNCHANGED LOGO FROM THE '87 CARTOON

HEY THIS DONNIE ALSO SHOUTS RANDOM WORDS AS CATHPRASES HE AND RISE COULD BOND OVER THAT

These costumes look super good considering like, what they are. Can the actors see out of those? They're moving so well and those suits must be thick as hell- WAIT RAPH'S VOICE IS WAY LESS DEEP AND RASPY THAN IN SECRET BASED ON THESE COUPLE LINES

You can really tell Jim Henson was involved in the suits once Splinter shows up, like "Oh yeah mmm-hmm he wouldn't even seem out of place in Dark Crystal."

AH THERE'S THE RAPH VOICE I KNOW AND LOVE

PFFFFFFFFFT RANDOM FIGHT WITH DONNIE- ANGY DONNIE

Reaching their pea- Splinter they're 16 and Mikey is ordering pizza instead of listening to you.

PFFFFFFFFFFFT HE LITERALLY THREW THE BOOK AT HIM AND MIKEY JUST THREATENED THE PIZZA GUY LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

One day you'll be gone but not in this damn era JUST 2012 GOTTA DEAL WITH THAT SHIT AT LEAST OUT OF THE TURTLES WHO WERE ON SCRE- wait nevermind I just remembered that Splinter bites it in The Next Mutation. That's- hmm. Well it doesn't count because that show was Bad.

DONNIE MIKEY SWEETHEARTS NO NOT THE TIME FOR A DANCE PARTY but again something 90's Donnie and Rise Donnie have in common

SERIOUSLY CAN THE ACTORS SEE WHAT THEY'RE DOING- AWWWWWWWWWW LEO'S LITTLE DANCEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LOOK AT HIS LITTLE DANCEEEEEEEEEEEE AWWWWWW DONNIE AND MIKEY IN THE BACKGROUND AWWWWWWWWWWWWW THEY'RE ADORABLEEEEEEEEEEE

Also just- Raph said aloud he's going to a movie and not only did Leo not mind, Splinter didn't care either

I much prefer the voice Donnie has in Secret but this one isn't bad.

I'M SORRY ONLY $10 FOR A WHOLE DAMN PIZZA?????? OH MY- DUDE I HATE CAPITALISM

Poor Splinter lol- OH MY GOD RAPH ACTUALLY WENT TO A MOVIE AND NO-ONE SAID A FUCKING WORD??????? HE FOR REAL WENT TO A MOVIE??????? I LOVE HIM

Ah it's Casey. You better be better than Out of the Shadows Casey. I actually just rewatched both Bayverse movies today for the first time in years and really enjoyed them for the most part except for 3 things. 1) The Megan Fox sexualization because I know it was Bay being creepy 2) Will Arnett's character didn't need to be here. Give most of his scenes/moments to April. 3) Fucking CW Arrow Casey Jones

Okay he's got more charm to him already, I remember him being sexist though

RAPH LET HIM BEAT THEIR ASSES- LOOK THEY GOT AWAY NOW

Did Raph just... insult his baseball team? Fascinating. I'll never be able to accurately write 90's turtles if this is the stuff they're saying. But I'll try.

Casey is... phenomenally unphased by the mutant turtle.

THIS IS SO GOOFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT fuck man how many sport tools does Casey have- HE SENT RAPH FUCKIN' FLYINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG RAPH IS STUCK IN THE TRASH OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'LL KILL HIM FOR YOU RAPH SWEETIE OH YOU GOT HIT BY A CAR NO THIS ISN'T YOUR NIGHT I'M SO SORRY BABY

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT CAB DRIVER: UNPHASED

Damn he really loves the word "Damn".

Splinter now's not the time for a lecture he was hit by a car

Man. So every Splinter's just kinda been really unequipped to handle Raph's anger issues, huh? AWWWWWWWWWWW BUT HE'S TRYING HE'S HERE FOR HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Oh damn April's boss is one of the Foot Kids.

FUCK UP THE POLICE WITH YOUR REPORTING APRIL I BELIEVE IN YOU oh no she's making "Speak English smart-man" jokes

NOT AGAIN NOT MORE MIKEY HAVING A CRUSH ON THE MUCH-OLDER APRIL I HAD ENOUGH OF THAT WITH BAYVERSE

NO THEY'RE ALL SAYING IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OH THE CHIEF IS OPENLY RACIST OKAY WELL ACCURATE TO IRL I GUESS BUT SURPRISING TO SEE- RAPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU OUT IN THE DAYTIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HONEY YOU'RE ASKING FOR TROUBLE

Oh she's alone in the Subway? FOOT BITCHES OH NO Sony payments? Wh- what? What were the 90's?

This April is a lot more feisty than Secret April, I think I like this one more so far. Foot Guy slapped her and she decided "Oh Imma have to kick your entire ass now" and maybe it's an unrealistic goal but I'm proud of her

Yeah she was knocked out instantly RAPH TO THE RESCUEEEEEEEEEEEE

RAPH MY BELOVED I CAN'T THINK OF A SINGLE BAD VERSION OF YOU oh but you are for sure being followed baby, you are for sure being followed

RAPH WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT HER- Pffffft "I wanted to redecorate! You know, a couple throw pillows, a TV news reporter!" I love him.

Mikey no (cool to note though that it seems like 2003 Mikey's "Can we keep her?" line was a reference to this movie)

Ah not a. Not a good thing to wake up to. Reasonable response I think, to scream a lot. Though I do like that in 2012 they kept it nice and short to one scream and then almost-trust, and in Rise they said "Fuck it" and skipped the whole thing.

Yeah this April has way more personality than Secret Apri- PFFFFFFFFFFT "WHY DON'T I EVER DREAM OF HARRISON FORD"

THEM TURTLE BITCHES ARE MEANT TO BE 15??????????????

Oh yeah this one was Yoshi's pet, not Yoshi himself. PFFFFFFFFFT HE HAPPENED UPON THEM BY ACCIDENT

Splinter that. That is clearly not glowing.

OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOO WORST TURTLE TOTS DESIGNS EVER NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO BAD

Oh but they're all so cute as teens though, they look more like tots now than those bad actual-tots did.

Oh no that was a good joke whoever said that- Mikey I think? That was a good one.

SHIT HE POPPED OUT OF THERE LIKE MARIO

Mikey good joke baby I am so sorry she's not appreciating these- oh no celebrity impressions. Love that Raph is irritated by it, good exasperated brother moment.

SHE ALREADY LOVES THEM AND I GET IT THEY'RE ALL ADORABLE LIL' GUYS wait what was that face

OH SHIT THEIR HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO FUCK IT'S TRASHED I guess this is why they have to find a new one in Secret- oh god Donnie dropped to his fucking knees THIS TONAL SHIFT IS WILD HOLY SHIT HOL SHIT THIS TONAL SHIFT RAPH'S FUCKING SCREAM

Oh ew why'd Leo say that like that. That was the creepiest way he could have said Splinter's name.

What a wild day for April. Why the HELL is her boss visiting her HOUSE

So is he trying to cover up his son's involvement?

IS HE CHECKING UNDER THE TAB- KID WHAT

WAS THAT LIKE 11 YEAR OLD SMOKING A FUCKING CIGAR

HOLY SHIT THE FOOT HIDEOUT IS WAY COOLDER THAN 2012 ND RISE THIS PLACE IS POPPIN' LIEK IT'S GIVING ALCOHOL AND CIGARS TO PRETEENS WHICH IS WACK AND BAD BUT IT'S A FUCKIN' PARTY HOUSE DUDE

Ah but then we find the child fighting ring

HEY THAT WAS A DIRTY MOVE TATSU FUCK YOU THAT KID WAS BEIN' RESPECTFUL

Oh the GONG is sounding time to stop PLAYING ARCADE GAMES I guess

This Shredder is always so dipped out dude. Silver tiger striped cape with shoulder pads? Are you kidding me? He's for sure gay.

Having some trouble with the costume there Tatsu? Having trouble moving that cape?

DAMN ND THE RED SEQUINED SPARKLY BODYSUIT THIS GUY'S DRIPPED OUT AS FUCK

Oh so he's just running a straight-up cult in this one okay.

Uhhhhhh Shredder? That one you captured is a rat. Not. A turtle.

MIKEY STOP CALLING HER A BABE

AWWWW YAY RAH DESVERED THAT THANKS AND HE'S SO HAPPY ABOUT IT- oh he almost cut Donnie's. Uh. Well I guess he doesn't have a D actually.

Oh poor Donnie and Mikey. "Fight?" "Fight." "Kitchen?" "Kitchen." They're too used to this. Cute bonding though.

OHHHHH RAPH IS DOING ANGY TRAINING ON THE ROOF NOW- oh hi Casey you've been oddly absent from this movie until now. Of course you just happen to see him- RAPH FUCKING FOOT NINJAS

MIKEY SAID DAMN NOW WHOO

"Where's Raphael?" GETTING HIS ASS WHOOPED- NEVERMIND HE'S WHOOPING THEIR ASSES DUDE THAT'S A REAL GUY DOING THESE MOVEMENTS AND FLIPS AND STUFF IN THAT GIANT SUIT HOW FUCKING IMPRESSIVE IS THAT LIKE DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I CAN'T GET OVER IT THAT'S A REAL FUCKING GUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

"How do you guys expect to beat me?" *like two dozen more guys with swords creep up* "Good answer. Good answer!" Raph I love you

APRIL OWNS THE ANTIQUE STORE??????????????? WHY WAS THIS ERASED IN SECRET

BITCHES RAPH IS GETTING KIDNAPPED- okay no he's fi- ALIVE BARELY?????????????????? FUCK

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH SHOW THEM WHO'S BOSS MIKEY I love the lack of music over the Foot Guy to make him seem lame as hell

AND DONNIE FOR THE SURPRISE "FUCK UP YOUR FACE WITH A BO ATTACK"

*slap* *slap* *PUNCH* Leo you're a gem

PFFFFFT JUST SPITT WATER AT HIM YEAH DONNIE

THESE BOYS ARE SO FUN WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS LEFT OUT OF CROSSOVER FICSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS LOOK AT THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Shit April's apartment is fucked.

Yup there is goes. No more dead-dad antique store I guess.

FUCK 'EM UP BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T USE DONNIE'S HEAD TO PLAY PIANO NOOOOOOOOOOOO

MIKEY YEAH USE THE CYMBOLS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MIKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY RAPH WAKE UP RAPH WAKE UP-

CASEY?

CASEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY fuck he was instantly sexist as soon as he saw April SYNTH MUSIC BABEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OH FUCK IT'S BURNING DOWN PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT TATSU IS DISPLEASED WITH THIS FLAMING TURN OF EVENT BUT UNMOVED BY THE FIRE BOY GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE

Casey being an Instant Ally, hell yeah.

WHY THE HELL DID HE FIRE HER- FUCK CHARLES SUCKS

IT'S THE PARTY WAGONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS oh and her house burned down that sucks yeah feel sorry kid BUT THEY WERE IN THE PARTY WAGONNNNNNNNNN

Oh Shredder is PISSED

DON'T PUNCH SPLINTER I'LL KILL YOU GET YOUR BLADES OFF OH MY GUY SPLINTER I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT YOU'LL WISH THE FUCKING GARBAGE TRUCK KILLED YOU YOU BITCH

Tatsu STOP fucking hell THOSE ARE YOUR OWN GUYS AND YOUR OWN EQUITMENT CALM THE FUCK DOWN MAN WHAT THE HELL

YEAH KID MAYBE THESE GUYS SUCK MAYBE LET THE RAT GUY GO

Splinter INSTANTLY decided to Dad this kid. I love him so much. He sees ANY person younger than him and decides "I'm your parent now"

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Splinter I. "All fathers care for their sons" I get where you're coming from but. Not true. Not true. Not. True.

IT'S THE FUCKING FARMHOUSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BUT RAPH IS THE ONE IN THE COMA NOW FUCK DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE FARMHOUSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 2012 USED THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Casey JUST met these people and he's like "I'm your family now" BROADZILLA?????????????????? WHAT CASEY WHAT WAS THAT FUCK YOU FOR THAT ONE

Mikey and Donnie continue to be the best duo. I do miss this in 2012, they aren't as close as I wish they were.

DAMN SHE'S A GOOD ARTIST

HEY THE INSULT GAME YAY THEY REFERENCE THIS IN 2012 TOO

Fongoid? ... Like the Ratchet & Clank species?

DUDE 2012 LITERALLY- THIS IS THE FARMHOUSE ARC WHAT THE HELL

Oh that is a bad pose- why'd they do that to Raph? Why'd they put him in the tub like that? That can't be comfortable. That's a terrible position to stick him in.

This movie has more Severe Tonal Shifts than a single conversation with me does.

THERE'S WATER IN THA- HIS FACE IS DOWN THERE HE'LL FUCKING DROWN'

And after that... flirting with Casey. TONAL SHIFTS GALORE where the fuck did Casey go in Secret. Oh nevermind maybe April killed him for his sexist pet names.

RAPH WOKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP YAYYYYYYYYYYYY AND HE'S QUIPPING ALREADY YAYYYYYYYYY HE'S OKAY OH AND LEO IS SO HAPPY I'M GETTING EMOTIONAL OVER HOW HAPPY LEO ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM THEY ARE BROTHERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BROTHERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AWWWWWWWWWWWWW THEY HUGGEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I'M WITH DONNIE AND APRIL I'M TEARIN' UP

WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK IS WITH THE SHOUT OF SPLINTER FROM THE ROOFTOP THESE DRAMATIC-ASS TURTLES I LOVE THEM

"Hey. Why're you so pressed about the turtles, Shreddy my man?" "Reminds me of a guy I killed." "Oh okay."

FOREST TRAININGGGGGGGGGGG is Casey using Leo's katana to very poorly cut carrots first thing in the morning? EW EW HE MANHANDLED APRIL INTO A MASSAGE I HATE THIS GROSS

Awwwwwwwwww But cute brother moment between Raph and Mikey, that was good.

FUCK SPLINTER IS SO COVERED IN BLOOD OH FUCK

Awwww they're playing Trivia! Oh I love them.

TIME FOR THE SPIRIT FIRE- DUDE LITERALLY THE WHOLE DAMN FARMHOUSE ARC FROM 2012 IS IN THIS MOVIE FOR REAL

Donnie with the marshmallows yessssssssssss

THERE HE IS BLUE FIRE SPLINTER SPIRIT DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS SLAPS

HELL YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TEAMWORKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Is it love? Familial love? IT'S LOVE HELL YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S FAMILIAL LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

OH THE BOYS ARE CRYING OH SOMEONE HUG MIKEY AND RAPH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MIKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OH THEY'RE SUCH SWEET BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSI LOVE THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

DON'T GO FROM THAT BEAUTIFUL SCENE WITH SPLINTER AND THE BOYS TO CASEY AND APRIL'S LIKEWARM FLIRTING

Casey's having a weird time dude. He's insta ride-or-die but he's gonna be upset about it the whole time.

PFFFFFFFFT "Don't shoot!" *looking at the sword* "I don't think it's loaded, kid." RAPH I LOVE YOU

90'S CASEY HOMOPHOBIC?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK-

YES YOU DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE THIS ABOUT BEING AFRAID YOU SEXIST HOMOPHOBIC ASSHOLE

I'm sorry, sleeping in the truck is better than sleeping in the sew- well actually I'll cut myself off there

KEEP THE- KID WHAT THE HELL WHY DO YOU WANT THOSE DRAWINGS KID YOU ARE FUCKED UP

Awwww they're having a funeral for the pizza. I love Donnie and Mikey's dynamic in this movie.

Casey just like. Get a motel or something. I can feel the back pain in my own back?

Danny are you possessed

These turtles are way too fucking trusting.

Well I wish I could root for Casey here but he's a homophobe. Kind of ruined him for me, that one throwaway line.

CASEY CAN JUST WALK IN TO THE FOOT HIDEOUT?!?!?!? NOBODY'S GUARDING THE DOOR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

SPLINTER LOOKS SO CUTE IN THIS MOVIE HE'S GOT SUCH BIG EYES AND THEY'RE SO WET AND SAD LOOKING HE'S JUST A LIL' GUY

AWWWWWWWWWWWW LOOK AT PRE-MUTATION SPLINTER DOIN' HIS LITTLE MARTIAL ARTS IN HIS CAGE

Well I guess Tang Shen and Yoshi didn't end we- FUCK SAKI MURDERED HER AND YOSHI HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HIS LITTLE CUDDLE OF YOSHI'S HAND OH SPLINTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR SPLINTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Damn Casey pulled a Like Skywalker

YEAH ID YOU'RE IN A MURDER CULT- OH FUCKKKKKKKKKK SHREDDER CAUGHT HIM FUCK FUCK HE'S GONNA KILL THIS KID

NOOOOOOOOO THE DRAWINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

CASEY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW SPLINTER- DUDE HE'S JUST INSTANTLY TRUY RIDE OR DIE LIKE WHAT THE HELL XD

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT THE FOOT GUYS WIGGLING INTO THE STORM DRAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

THEIR DOOR!!!!!! HASN'T IT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH!!!!!!

YESSSSSSSSSS BOYS FUCK 'EM UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP WHOOOOOOOOOOO THOSE FOOT GUYS STOOD NO CHANCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Fuck there are more, Raph you curled a finger on the monkey paw or whatever the saying is

"Who the fuck are you" "Uh I met your sons and their reporter friend and then lived with 'em for a few days and I guess I'd die for all of you now. I don't have a lot else going on in my life."

THIS APRIL IS SO MUC COMPARED TO SECRETS APRIL

I am not upset about Casey being punched repeatedly. That's what you get for the sexist and homophobic and I think he was just Racist?

GOLF CLUB HOT DAMN HE SENT THAT GUY FLYING TOO HOW FUCKING STRONG IS THIS CASEY

YES DONNIE SKATEBOARD THROUGH THOSE TUNNELS DESTROY THEIR FACES

LISTEN TO THE DYING RAT YOU KIDS YOU CAN BE BUDS WHILE NOT LIKE MURDERING GUYS

PFFFFFFFFFT FLEEING BACK OUT THE STORM DRAIN AND MY BOYS ARE PURSUING THEM RELENTLESSLY WHILE MAKING PUN ATTEMPTS YES I FUCKING LOVE THIS OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS I NEED THE NEXT TMNT TO HAVE THIS KIND OF ENERGYYYYYYYYYYYYY THIS ENERGY IS SO FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN BRING BACK SYNTH MUSIC

MIKEY AND DONNIE'S DYNAMIC IS THE MVP OF THIS MOVIE LIKE IT'S ALL GOOD BUT THEIR DYNAMIC IS TRULY *CHEF'S KISS*

THERE ARE REAL FUCKING GUYS IN THOSE SUITS DOING THOSE MOVIES

HOLY FUCK SHREDDER DROPPED FROM THE SKY IN HIS SEQUINED BODYSUIT AND ALL DONNIE HAD TO SAY WAS "Who is this?" DESTROYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

LEO WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MOVIE YOU JUST JUMPED AT HIM love that Shredder let them do the rock-paper-scissors

DONNIE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH SHIT MIKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OH NO NOT RAPH RAPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP BEATING MY BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OH SHIT OH SHIT CASEY SAW THE GARBAGE TRUCK OH HELL YES I AM READY

LEO YOU CAN DO THIS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH BUT HE GOT A GOOD HIT IN

OH SHIT HE PISSED OFF LEO BUT IT DID NOTHIGN LEO IS ABOUT TO DIE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK OBVIOUSLY HE WAS GONNA KILL HIM ANYWAY

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SPLINTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR KICK HIS ASS MY GUY KICK HIS ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OH SHIT SPLINTER SCARRED HIM UP REAL GOOD HELL YEAH HELLLLLLLLLL YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH SPLINTER DIDN'T EVEN FLINCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS DROP HIS ASS YESSSSSSSS DEATH COMES FOR US ALL BUT SOMETHING MUCH WORSE COMES FOR YOU FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHH GOOD LINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCKING CRUSH HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HE IS SMUSHEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I KNOW HE COMES BACK BUT YESSSSSSSSSSSS

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FAMILY HUG FAMILY HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THIS MOVIE FUCKING RULES I LOVE THIS MOVIE I LOVE MY 90'S BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I like Secrets April, despite how little she's really in the movie, but this April is better for sure. Way more fun, way more spark to her.

Casey now is not the time. Leave her alone. WHERE DID THE KISS ME REQUEST COME FROM WHAT I will never understand

Awwww it is cute though that the turtles are so happy for him, that's adorable.

SAY IT SPLINTER SPLINTER SAID COWABUNGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS MOVIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS A GOOD MOVIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This credit song isn't great but THE MOVIE WASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHY DON'T MY 90'S BOYS GET ANY OF THE MULTIVERSAL CHAT FIC LOVE

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #187

BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

After all this time, the hammer finally gets some victims.

I think we just go up.

Somebody fuck that motherfucker up.

Stop trying to fuck me up, that’s my job.

Do you need help? It looks like you need help...I’ll help.

And my job is done, time to go.

Sorry...oh, not really though.

I didn’t think I could stab like that.

I appeared to have just murdered three people for no reason.

I don’t like people on horses.

It just came with the car, I bought it off EBay.

I’m sorry I made you walk!

I’m just going to keep you around 24/7.

If they come back around, tell them you were driving.

Good boy, I’m gonna go hide.

This is a great spot for a photo.

I don’t know if I signed up for this exactly.

Drop the toxicity.

God, I’m going to kiss you on the mouth!

Bro, kiss me.

MOO

What are you doing, stop!

I can see his truck from here.

I found it, I found the room.

Are you freaking kidding me!

Everything we dreamed of.

Yeah, that’s cool…

You just stole my joke.

I thought that one was dead.

I’m good with anything.

I won the practice one!

KRYOZ

Throw it away, love is cringe.

Who’s breaking fucking glass?

What do you mean it’s the wrong one?

What do you mean, you dumb fuck?

Did you see how close I was there, though.

I wanted to do it the same way.

What’s happening to me?

Shut up, literally shut the fuck up.

You missed, just reset.

We all did it at the same time.

H2ODELIRIOUS

I can stab and attack.

Oh my God, spikes.

How am I supposed to dodge that?

Back away, heathen!

That son-of-a-bitch tried to eat me.

Why is this a thing?

I don’t desperately need it.

You can’t let games defeat you.

Oh no, we’re being chased!

Do you think I don't see you.

ELILIKESRICE

I did not agree to getting stepped on.

Just get in the room.

I’m just going to run.

I don’t have anything to heal.

Is there a way out of here?

You don't need that cover.

Woah, woah, we have a runner!

I feared for my life.

He's got a gun.

How did he not die?

BYZE

You brought the devil with you tonight.

It’s something I cooked up.

I really need to organize these files.

I'm coming up, I want some smooches too!

They did it once and never again.

Oh, that didn't take him long to find, did it?

Why does it sound like someone’s hitting a bong, what’s that noise?

He’s talking to all three of us.

I want to see the tips!

I've seem them twice, but I want to see them again.

VANOSSGAMING

I did accidentally teleport.

That’s right, bitch, don’t you dare.

Give us some nice energy!

Oh, you are so close to dying though.

There’s so many.

Well, it could be worse.

That little bitch, he’s laughing at us.

What could it possibly give us?

I don’t know where we’re going.

At least stick around until his death.

WILDCAT

He hit the ground and died.

Well, he’s fucking dead now.

Yeah, I don’t care.

Oh, the one way over there.

Why do these guys hate us so much?

Let us have our fun, you fuckers.

I just saw it hit the ground.

I just Magnum’d him out of the sky.

I don’t know, but you killed six or seven.

Look out for the birds.

[andmyvape]

"Please tell me you're not wearing that."

Elayn looked down, then back up with a wide grin. She tugged at her bright rainbow suspenders with her thumbs. "What, not tacky enough?"

Serana gave the ensemble another slow scan. "No, it's… definitely tacky. The combat boots with the khaki shorts is a nice touch."

The grin got wider as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "They're going to be throwing candy, and I wasn't anywhere near prepared enough last time."

Serana rolled her eyes, but softened it with a smile. "You're ridiculous."

"Isn't that why we're dating?" her girlfriend asked as they headed out the door.

She took a moment to lock up while Serana laughed. "'Careless Whisper' on a boom box outside my window. I can't believe my dad didn't kill you. I know you stole that, by the way. We both went to see that movie when it came out."

"They marketed it as a romcom!" Elayn protested.

They were in the car now. It would be a trick to find parking, but they were running early thanks to Serana's habit of scheduling everything. Elayn was more the type to go with the flow, but living together had her adapted enough that the flow she went with was largely dictated by Serana's schedule. As a research chemist, she worked interesting hours at times, but Elayn was a good roommate, she cooked and cleaned, mostly because she had the time. Lacrosse wasn't a well paying sport compared to something like soccer, but the off seasons gave her plenty of time to maintain their loft. 

"Five dollars an hour?" Elayn griped as the machine printed out their ticket. 

"Homophobia strikes again," Serana said with mock solemnity. 

She snorted and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waste. "Which park did you say this thing started in again?" 

It was a little place surrounded by tall buildings, but it was a green patch in a city largely made out of grey. It being Pride Month, the grey was broken up by rainbows. The two wandered around as they waited for the parade to start. 

Well, at least, they started to wander when Elayn caught sight of a dog and all but dragged her girlfriend over to say hi. 

"What's his name?" she asked, so full of enthusiasm she practically floated. "Can I pet him?" 

The dog's owner, someone with a short haircut in a crop top that was orange, yellow, and white striped, nodded. "If he lets you. Sometimes he's not so-- oh gosh," they said, eyes wide as they watched Elayn kneel down and offer a hand to sniff that was immediately accepted. "You must have good vibes." 

"She's a dog person," Serana said with a laugh as the dog put its front paws on Elayn's shoulders so he could lick her face. 

"What's his name?" she asked through slobbery kisses. 

The butch grinned. "That's Duke, I'm Cas. It's nice to meet you!" 

The two introduced themselves just in time for a volunteer to come up with bottles of water. "Our city got voted best water in the state," she said cheerfully. "Take a few, it's gonna be a hot one." 

Before the march, there were speeches. The first was an introduction to the city's first pride parade since the 80s. The second was from a drag queen inviting everyone to the show later that night. Finally, the speeches were closed by an Episcopalian pastor trying to make up for the rest of Christianity's sins. 

"It's starting!" Elayn said excitedly when the crowd started to funnel out of the park. 

The march went down the sidewalk for a few blocks. Traffic was halted and the waiting cars honked while passengers waved. Elayn waved a lesbian flag, Serana had a bi flag, and the two of them dragged a rainbow striped cooler. 

"Mom! Mom!" Elayn heard behind her. "Look, it's two cicadas going at it!" 

She glanced behind her. There was a set of twins, about twelve years old, one of them draped in a trans flag and holding the cicadas that were indeed trying to reproduce. Elayn snorted and hit herself in the face trying to keep a laugh contained. "You like bugs, huh?" 

The girl in the trans flag beamed. "They're my favorite! Well, except for tarantulas, but Mom won't let me have one." 

"The rabbit gets out of its cage enough." The way the girl's mom said it, this was an age old argument. "I don't want to squash it when it ends up in my shoe."

"I had a snake when I was growing up," Serana chimed in. "A corn snake that never got out." 

The twins turned out to be part of a family unit. One twin was trans, and their older brother was too, and as Elayn found soon, was very excited to start HRT. "Get a Gc2b binder," she said. "When I'm feeling like a flat day, it works really well." 

The boy, a younger fourteen, practically floated with excitement. "I will!" 

Serana chatted with the parents while Elayn occupied the kids. "Have you folks been to Pride before?" 

Their mom, a woman named Chelsea, shook her head. "Nope, both kids came out last September and they've been talking about the festival ever since." 

"You seem like really supportive parents," Serana said. It carried the weight of one speaking who has not had contact with their parents since high school. 

Chelsea could tell, and she opened her arms for a hug that Serana was more than happy to accept. 

The march was only about a mile long, and it ended in another park. Elayn craned her neck and said, "I think I see the beer line, wait here?" 

"We will!" said the girl, who was very proud to be named Luna now. 

Serana and Chelsea shared a grin. "I guess we'll wait here," the mom said. 

It was a bit of a line, which was probably not a good thing, but apparently people were restricted on how many drinks they could buy, so at least there was that. While Elayn waited, she was joined by two people wearing pronoun pins that said "she/her". 

Elayn's jaw dropped at the sight of one of the girls' dress, which was a flowing, fae like ensemble. "Holy shit!" she said. "You look amazing!" 

She blushed and ducked her head as she smiled. "Thank you, I got it from Amazon." 

"It's her first Pride," her friend added.

That just amazed Elayn more. "With the sparkles and the green eyeshadow, I wouldn't have guessed. Everything you've got going on is just amazing."

"Thank you!" she squeaked. 

Elayn wasn't alone in thinking the dress was gorgeous. Another person came up to compliment it, and they had such dope tattoos that Elayn could not help but comment. 

"The guy that did them is great," they gushed. "He does blacklight work too!" 

So she got a website saved on her phone for the next time she really wanted to get a tattoo on top of the three she already had; scrollwork on her bicep, a wolf on her shoulder blade, and a small date on her wrist that was the day she met Serana. 

When she got back to her girlfriend and the others, an IPA in hand that was frankly piss, she told them about the girl in the fae dress. 

"I saw her!" Serana exclaimed. 

"Amazon." 

"No way." 

Next was food, especially if she was going to drink a beer. Assuming she actually drank it. "There's some food trucks," she pointed out. "I could go for a corndog." 

"I'm going to get some mac and cheese," Serana said. 

"Mom! Mom!" Luna's twin brother, Ian, tugged at his mom's sleeve. "Can we get pretzels?" 

Chelsea sighed good-naturedly. "I suppose. Do you two want to meet up after?" 

"Over by the stage?" Elayn suggested. 

The group separated. She found the line for corndogs and funnel cake. While she was waiting, the woman ahead of her glanced her way, so Elayn said, "Howdy!" 

"Hey there, hun!" She clapped her on the shoulder. "Having a good time?" 

"I am," she said with a grin. "Everyone here is so nice. There were some moms back there handing out hugs!" 

"Well, I'm a mom, would you like a hug?" 

"I would love that." 

It was a lovely hug, the woman was warm and smelled floral. When they separated, she said, "I'm Elayn! It's good to meet you. Can I get you a corndog?" 

As she pulled out her wallet, the woman waved her money away. "It's Nessa, and actually, I'd like to buy you a corndog." 

"You don't have to--" 

Nessa laughed. "I miss my daughters, you'd be doing me a favor." 

They chatted while the line went down, about lacrosse and about university. It turned out Nessa's two daughters went off to college in other cities, so it had been a while since she saw either. "I had a son," she said. "But now I have a very happy daughter, and I'm so proud of her." 

"I wish I had a mom like you," Elayn said, thinking about growing up foster care. 

Nessa grabbed her in another hug. "Now you do!" 

When she got back to Serana and the others, they were listening to the music booming from the speakers. She had to yell to tell the group about her new mom. 

Chelsea looked a little sad, because she could connect the dots, but Luna and Ian were too busy freaking out over the cotton candy Nessa had bought her too. 

Not long after, the stage was occupied. Elayn was chatting with Luna with her back turned, so she missed it until Serana tapped her shoulder and turned her around. 

"Holy shit!" She hollered and clapped at the sight of a gorgeous, sequin clad drag queen in four inch heels doing a backflip off the stage and onto grass. "Holy shit!" 

As it turned out, the drag queens took tips, and it was at that point that Elayn knew she was about to spend a lot of money. Each queen that performed, and there were many, got a five in exchange for the sheer joy Elayn got when the queen before her touched her hand. 

When there was a break in the performances, she went back to Serana, who had a smirk on her face. "Should I be jealous?" 

Elayn cupped her face, and in a fit of sheer enthusiasm, kissed her girlfriend soundly, to the delight of the twins who hooted. "Don't worry, babe," she teased. "You're the only queen for me." 

"Flatterer." Serana swatted at her chest, but the smile on her face was pleased regardless. 

It was all a blur from there. Fair food, loud music-- and Elayn found beer that wasn't piss! She taught the twins a new vocabulary of cuss words the moment she found out their mom was fine with foul language. They parted around five in the afternoon, when a voice through a megaphone warned attendants that the festival was about to start catering to adults. There was a concert with more drag queens, this time in much more risqué outfits that Elayn would have given a kidney to see on Serana. 

When she said something, her girlfriend got a light in her eye. "Really now?" she purred. "Maybe for your birthday." 

By 11pm, Elayn was high on the party atmosphere and a few beers. The festival was over, and the walk back to their car would be a trick. "Did you have fun?" she asked Serana as they walked hand in hand. 

She got a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad I have you. When are we getting married?"

"When I figure out how to surprise you with a ring." 

[neptunetheplanet7]

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;modern au, band au

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, eren is a wee bit dramatic, a singular pervert

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"Shit!" Eren yelled, starting to chase after the police car Zeke was now in the back of. "That's my brother! Let him go!"

He shouted multiple profanities as he ran. He almost hoped they'd reach the ears of the cops.

"Eren, wait!" Armin ran forward after him. His hands latched onto Eren's shirt to stop him from running any further.

He was pulled back by Armin and he collapsed on the concrete. The yells he emitted made his voice scratchy and hoarse. He sat on his knees, breathing hard. The cars disappeared from your line of sight as Armin helped guide Eren to the group.

A deep voice made you tear your gaze away from them. "I apologize on behalf of Levi. He usually keeps a cool head." Looking up, you saw the blond man from before looking at your stumbling friends worriedly.

"Oh, yeah. I apologize on behalf of Zeke. He's always in some sort of trouble. Was that your wedding ring he pawned?" you asked.

He sighed. "Yes, it was." He paused and pressed his lips into a thin line. "Levi was really upset when he came home without it. But you don't have to apologize for what Zeke did. It's in the past and we can always just get more rings. I'm Erwin, by the way." He moved his hand forward to grasp yours.

You returned his kind smile. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you. You should probably go before my friend gets back over here." You gestured to Eren, who was slumped against the blond beside him. "He can get pretty temperamental too."

Erwin smiled again. "I'll take your advice on that one. Take care, Y/n."

"You too."

After a few minutes, he reached his car and drove away. You couldn't help but wonder if Erwin's husband had anything to do with Zeke and Nebraska. However, you figured pawning something wouldn't get you banned from a state.

You decided not to dwell on it at that moment. So many things happened throughout the night and you didn't need another add-on.

Eren sat against the bench, sliding down the back. Armin was still by his side.

Annie and Bertholdt exited the restaurant, Bertholdt holding the door for her. Reiner trailed behind them.

They made their way over and stood by the bench. Reiner spoke up, "Everything's on the house, according to Marcel. Porco said we should probably get out of here, though."

"We didn't even get to eat!" Sasha whined. Her dress creased against the pavement as she kicked her legs.

Connie nodded and frantically looked around as if some food would magically appear from the ground. He wasn't far off.

"Holy shit is that a food truck?" He pointed across the road, and sure enough, there was one running in the parking lot of a plaza.

"I didn't even know food trucks were out this late. I'm thanking my lucky stars they are, though," Marco grinned.

Sasha's eyes lit up at the sight and she bolted across the parking lot. You were sure you had never seen anyone run that fast in your life.

"Christ, Sasha. Wait for me at least." Connie jumped off the sidewalk and charged after her.

The rest of you followed the two at a slower, more reasonable, pace. Careful to watch for cars instead of just running into traffic like your idiot friends.

The employees of the truck were pleasantly surprised when they saw the sudden line of people gathering at their window.

Eager chatter about the food you all would order quickly arose. All your stress from earlier events seemed to dissipate when Mikasa urged you into a conversation.

When the two of you reached the front of the line, the guy running the truck recognized you. He referred to you as 'the hot guitarist from that one band.'

Mikasa was visibly disgusted when she trained her cold eyes on the man. Grabbing the food, she ushered you away and glared over her shoulder as you sat on the ground in front of her.

The whole group was sitting on the pavement since there were no benches nearby in the empty parking lot.

Stores lined the end of the lot that faced your back. Dim lights emitted from inside a few of them. Other than that, there was only light coming from the food truck plus some street lamps.

The air was light and the sky was dark. Stars shone amongst the barely visible clouds. Your gaze shifted up at them just as you finished eating. They stared back down on you and a closed-eyed smile broke out on your face.

Mikasa stopped laughing with Sasha when you caught her attention. You looked so contempt and peaceful, especially after the night you had. Your foot tapped lightly against the concrete. Your face was illuminated by the moonlight.

She was entranced by you and couldn't avert her eyes. Coming back home made her fall into habits from a long time ago. Habits she used to be ashamed of.

The sound of Armin dropping their paper plate as he stood made Mikasa finally snap her eyes away from you. She blushed and Sasha side-eyed her with a teasing smile.

Eren dropped his plate next to Armin's and pushed himself up. He gestured excitedly to a liquor store behind you and proudly declared that all drinks were on him.

Ymir cheered loudly at this. She stood as well and tried to get others to join in. Historia chipped in a small yell of triumph as Eren dragged Jean into the shop to stock up.

Armin reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. A wide smile stretched his face. "Do you guys like the idea of music right now?"

Reiner nodded enthusiastically and looked over the blond's shoulder at their playlist. He grinned and leaned over to hit shuffle.

Armin turned up the volume and set his phone down. An old song filled the atmosphere and he began to dance along.

Reiner joined in alongside Marco, Ymir, and Historia likewise. Sasha and Connie's dance moves were very uncoordinated compared to the others. Their limbs flailed in the air but at least they had the spirit.

Bertholdt was awkwardly overlooking the scene until Annie grabbed his arm and led him into the dancing circle. It was nice to see her letting loose, even if she was only making Bertholdt's obvious crush worse in the process.

Laughing to yourself, you got up to dance with your friends. You beckoned for Mikasa to come along and she didn't hesitate to follow.

After a few songs, Eren and Jean emerged from the liquor store with cases of beer. Ymir emitted another cheer and helped them unbox some of it, taking a bottle for herself and her girlfriend.

Mikasa stopped dancing to grab bottles for the both of you. After multiple attempts, you claimed to be too weak to open yours so she gladly took up the responsibility. You thanked her and drank it happily.

Eren stepped in to dance and stole Armin's attention from Reiner. A hurt look graced his features for a moment before shaking it off as quickly as it came. He opted for intruding on Bertholdt and Annie.

Jean took hold of Marco's arm and spun him around over and over while they laughed like idiots.

Ymir was loudly singing along while twirling around in various parking spots with Historia.

A few yards away from the others, you kept swaying to the music with Mikasa. Sasha and Connie were snickering to themselves and pointing but you pretended to not see them.

Mikasa snorted when she looked at your clumsy form. "You're not a very good dancer. I guess that's one thing that'll never change."

Your jaw dropped as you feigned offense. "That's rude. I happen to be a great dancer. Remember homecoming?"

She smiled and laughed. "Do I? You must've stepped on my feet at least fifty times."

"Damn, sorry about that. But if I'm so bad then you must be great. Teach me your ways, Mikasa," you jested. Even though you were joking, you still felt your face heat up at the idea of her showing you how she danced so well.

Her smile was still evident when she took hold of your hands and moved you along to the beat. "I'll take you up on that offer."

She never took her eyes off of you as her hands guided your body to move with the music. You flushed under her stare and prayed it didn't show in the moonlight.

Each time she sent you a reassuring smile you wondered if she was thinking like you. Not that it mattered much. All you knew was that when you met her eyes, there ceased to be any problems nagging your mind.

By the time Armin's songs replayed for the third time, you had your fair share of drinks. A lot of your friends had drunk a little heavier, though. The only ones who weren't extremely drunk or passed out were the designated drivers and, coincidentally, you and Mikasa.

At this point in the night, the food truck was long gone. Eren and Armin were making fools of themselves trying to dance together. Marco was doing his best dealing with Jean's clinginess but he was barely holding on by a thread. Ymir and Reiner were fast asleep on the ground on either side of Historia. Sasha was surprisingly sober, you guessed she had to drive a drunk Connie home.

A slower song started to play and Mikasa made the bold move to pull your arms around her shoulders and put her hands on your waist.

"Like them," she whispered and nodded to Bertholdt and Annie. You would've shrieked at the sight of them dancing so closely together if you weren't already so surprised by Mikasa's suddenness.

You swayed with her to the rhythm of the song as she led the dance. You hoped the clicking sound you heard behind you wasn't Sasha's camera.

Continuing the quiet dance, you knew the familiar song was coming to an end. Call it the alcohol talking, but you felt a sudden burst of confidence run through your veins.

You adjusted your arms around her neck to pull her closer and she did the same at your waist. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you eased into her embrace.

When you looked into her eyes you realized she was leaning closer to your face. She stopped to ask, "Is this okay?" Her voice was shaky as she whispered. Her warm breath tickled your nose from the proximity.

You nodded. Your hushed words came out even shakier than hers, "Just listen to the music."

You didn't fight the feeling when your lips collided with hers. A warmth spread throughout your chest and you felt like fireworks were exploding inside of you. Her kiss was soft and her scent was intoxicating. This is really happening.

When you finally parted to look up at her, you felt everything and then nothing at all. The world faded from your view and you were no longer staring into her eyes when it went dark.

posted: 9/9/21

neptunetheplanet7© 2021

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

HomeTown Part 2

Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian go visit your family for Christmas and share a big announcement but Sebastian has an announcement of his own.

Warnings: Fluff?

Part 1

You followed behind Sebastian in the airport as he dragged you to the end of the gate like you had done a little under a month ago. It was the day after new year's and you were back in your hometown. You spent Christmas day and new year's with his mom but still wanted to have a Christmas celebration with your family. "Babe!! Slow down!" You wined as he walked faster. You found this amusing. In the week you had stayed before he got close with your oldest niece and your oldest two nephews, converting both boys to team cap. Jon said he'd bring them when he came to pick you up because he found this just as sweet as you did.

"But. I want to see them!" He pouted causing you to laugh.

"I know but they ain't going no where." You said walking beside him. "See they are right there." You pointed at the three teenagers running over to you their dad/uncle standing filming the reunion.

"Auntie y/n! Seb!" They said giving Sebastian a gig before you.

"You stole my niece and nephews!" You pout at Sebastian who just laughed.

"Don't worry Auntie y/n your still our favorite." Samantha reassured. You smiled shaking you head.

"Hey! When will I get a dang hug!" Jon shouted from where he was standing a pout evident on his face. Your ran ahead of your boyfriend and the kids to give your brother a hug.

"Happy New Year Bro." You said laughing as you pulled out to go to luggage claim.

"Happy New Year Sis." He smiled at you wrapping an arm around you while his kids and nephew began to talk Sebastian's ear off about what happened since they last saw him. "So Colleen said your might have big news come on tell your favorite brother!" He said.

"Goddammit Colleen." You mumbled. "We don't have big news." You lied as you made it to the luggage claim. Sebastian pulled both bags off passing yours to you.

"Oh.." Jon said.

You guys made it to the car and began the drive to town. "Sebastian how's filming falcon and the winter soldier?" Jon asked keeping his eyes on the road.

"It's going good!" He said. You leaned on his shoulder.

"Any spoilers you can tell us?" Grayson asked looking back from the front seat where he sat.

"You have to wait till the show comes out." Sebastian said.

"Come on, please?" Samantha begged.

"No."

Samantha rolled her eyes leaning back in her seat pouting.

"Why do you want to know spoilers anyway?" Jon asked the three teens.

"So we can sell that information to the people at our school. We're already popular because our aunt is Y/n L/n but being able to tell them things about Falcon and the Winter soldier would bump up our street cred." Jaxon said proudly.

"Your using us for street cred?" You asked.

"Yeah!" Grayson told you sitting back in his seat properly

"They can't use me for street cred I'm not officially part of the family." Sebastian smirked at you.

"A photo of them bombarding you with questions went viral." Jon reminded him.

"Oh yeah." Sebastian said laughing a bit.

"Did you guys bring presents?" Samantha asked.

"Yes but you have to wait till tomorrow." You said giving her a pointed look.

"Please?" The three teens said giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah come on why can we give them the presents today?" Sebastian asked. He knew why.

"You know why babe." You rolled your eyes. You had a big surprise for your family, and your nieces and nephews were gonna help you pull off telling the adults. But of course you got them normal presents as well.

"You guys hiding something?" Jon asked you raising an eyebrow at you through the rearview mirror.

"No." You laughed as Jon pulled into your parents drive way. You saw your nieces and nephews playing with different toys they had probably gotten for Christmas. "Let's see if they prefer you over me as well." You joked to Sebastian as you got out. Your nieces and nephews walk toward the pair of you besides Griffin and Oliver.

"Auntie y/n!" Griffin exclaimed hugging your leg, Oliver hugging the other while your slightly older nieces and nephews just walked over normally and gave you hugs.

"See im their favorite." You referred to your youngest nephews as you picked them both up setting them on opposite hips you stuck your tongue out at Sebastian smirking.

"Good job Dragoste."

"What does that mean?" Griffin asked him.

"It means love." Sebastian said.

"Dragoste! Cool!" Griffin giggled smiling at him.

"Why do say dragster and not love?" Oliver asked him as you guy went to the trunk of the car.

"Because if I just called your aunt love. It wouldn't be as special." Sebastian smiled at them before he pulled the suitcases out of the car because your hands were occupied.

"Cool! Dragoste I like it!" Oliver declared. You shook your head a loving smile on your face.

"Why don't you two of play?" You asked them setting them back down on the ground. They nodded running off to where Benji was playing with a remote control monster truck. "I can't believe we're gonna have one of those in nine months." You whispered placing a kiss to your boyfriends lips.

"Can't we tell them today?" Sebastian asked you. That's right you're pregnant! You guys already told his mom and step dad on Christmas. You had found out on Christmas Eve.

"No we can't." You said taking your bag from him and going to the porch where Colleen was excitedly standing on the porch waiting to know if you were pregnant.

"Are you having a baby?" She asked you smiling wide.

"No." You faked being sad to hope she'd not bring it up any more.

"Oh.. Sorry." She frowned hugging you.

"It's all good." You assured trying to hide the amusement on your face. Sebastian on the other hand didn't even try he just smiled.

"Don't worry it took me and Jon a little to get pregnant." She said pulling out of the hug.

"When you did get pregnant you had twins. I don't think we're ready for twins." You joked as the three of you began to walk inside.

"I think we could handle two." Sebastian spoke up. You rolled your eyes smiling.

"You could get your own Jax and Sam." Colleen said.

"Colleen... I used to baby sit them you do remember all the trouble they caused? Especially if you threw Grayson in the mix I don't think I'm ready for that." You said before you entered the living room deciding to pause the conversation since the rest of your family was waiting there.

"Hey mom!" You hugged her, "wassup dad." You said after you pulled out of the hug with your mom hugging him next. You mom brought Sebastian into a hug while you hugged your dad. After you hugged your parent you ran over and jumped on your three brother who you had yet to greet. "Hi!" You smiled at them sweetly before they pushed you on the floor.

"You okay dragoste?" Sebastian asked helping you up giving your brothers a playful glare.

"I've had worse. Now where the baby?" You asked Justin.

"You haven't even let us say hi yet and your already asking about Nora." Justin said rolling his eyes.

"Justin she's done this every year since she was eighteen why are you surprised.

"She's in the playpen in your room cause it was the quietest place to put her." Liz answered walking into the living room, Oliver on her hip eating fruit snacks.

"Okay!" You and Sebastian said the same time before you guys made your way up stairs hearing your family laugh.

"We're gonna have one of these soon." Sebastian said when the two of you made it to your room looking in the play pen where a peacefully looking baby slept.

"Yea..."

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It was the next morning, you sat in the living room presents under the tree that your mom kept up just for this late Christmas celebration. You brothers and their families weren't here just yet so you and Sebastian were talking with your mom and dad.

"Jax and Sammy have been telling us all about your roll with marvel." Your dad told him smiling.

"Really?"

"They are big fans of your character Barney." Your mom said. You began cackling.

"Barney barnes." You teased him.

"I-its bucky... Barnes." Sebastian corrected politely.

"Where's the presents!" You hear Griffin exclaim dashing into the living room, Levi and Jasper close behind him. Grayson walking in grumbling about how it was to early.

"They're under the tree. Find the ones with your names it your each have two." You directed them, the younger three boys of the four all dashed to the tree looking at each of the presents even though Griffin couldn't read.

"Grayson help Griffin find his." Mike said before he came and sat down in between you and Sebastian pushing you two apart. "Hi, did you guys get me any presents?" He asked as his wife walked in smiling at her sons.

"Yeah go join them finding them." Sebastian said. Griffin moved to the coffee table with his two presents.

"Okay one of those is from me one of those is from Seb."

Griffin smiled wide ripping open the present Sebastian picked out for him. It was a kid's remote control car.

"Cool!" Griffin exclaimed. Levi was the next to settle down with his presents he opened the one you picked out, finding a new football since Levi played Football. (american)

"Cool! Thanks!"

Griffin ripped open the one you picked out, revealing a Tigger stuffed animal. Jasper and Grayson sat down next to their younger brothers before griffin ran over to his mom begging her to open the car. Jasper opened his first present getting a nerf gun from Sebastian.

"Awesome! Thank you Seb!" Jasper said a big smile on his face.

"Told you he'd love it." Sebastian said to you.

"I said his parents wouldn't not that he wouldn't." You rolled your eyes at him.

Grayson opened his first present the one from Sebastian to see a empty box. "Uh... Thank you?" Grayson said looking at him confused.

"Did you really wrap a empty box! I thought you were joking!" You said reaching over Mike to smack Sebastian.

"Sorry!" Sebastian laughed. "Don't worry your actual present should be near the back of the tree." He told your nephew who was frowning.

Levi wrapped the present from Sebastian open it also revealed a nerf gun. "Dude! Cool! Come on Jasp! Nerf gun battle!"

"Wait I have one more." Jasper said unwrapping the present from you, it was the next book in the series he was reading. "Thank you!" He said before running off with Levi their nerf guns in tow toward the Mitch to probably get scissors to open it with.

Mike got up from his seat to "help Grayson find his present" he actually went to find his own presents. Grayson went back to where his other present was sat with his actual present from Sebastian. He opened it again revealing a nerf gun. Sebastian was setting up a nerf war for all your older nieces and nephews which is why Griffin didn't get one.

"Oh cool! Thank you!" Grayson said before opening the one from you, which was a x-men comic book he wanted. "This was the one I wanted! Thanks Auntie Y/n!" He said getting up to hug you. You smiled hugging him as mike sat back down next to you his two presents in his hands. These were both from you because Sebastian didn't know what to get your brothers.

Grayson found himself a seat next to your mom and dad opening his comic. You watched as your brother opened his present to get a gag gift, it was a tradition you and your siblings each had to give each other the most random or useless thing you could find at the dollar store since this started when you were 6 and only had a dollar.

"Wings? Really?" You nodded before Kristina passed you a box.

"Ooh my gag gift!" You said ripping it opened to reveal a good job cone. "Oh thanks." You laughed. Sebastian looked at it confused.

"What's the point of these gifts?" Sebastian asked.

"There is none it's a tradition, Y/n started when she was five. There's only two rules no one can help you pick the present out and it has to come from Dollar tree." Kristina explained.

"To avoid inappropriate gifts being opened while the kids are around." Mike added.

"Okay if I had known what was in that box I wouldn't have opened it!" You said.

"Matt put don't open around the kids! GAG gift!!" Mike said.

"Yeah in tiny ass letters!" You said. Sebastian looked at you guys confused.

"Whatever." Mike said opening the next gift. "Thank you." He said giving you a really look holding up the T-Shirt that said "I have a badass baby sister yes she got me this shirt."

"You're most welcome!" You said smiling at him. Kristina rolled her eyes at you two going to grab her own presents you got her.

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Soon the rest of your brothers and their families were there, the older kids were having a nerf gun battle outside with Sebastian since he obviously bought himself a nerf gun too. The younger kids were inside playing with the other toys they had got. Your brothers were wearing the matching fairy wings you got them as their gag gift. While their wives and you were talking. You had Nora on your lap.

Sebastian walked in a nerf bullet stuck to the center of his forehead. "Babe you have something on your forehead." You said laughing.

"They teamed up on me." He grumbled pulling it off before taking a seat next to you and stealing Nora from your lap. "Can we do it now?" He whispered to you.

"Yeah go wrangle the big kids." You said taking Nora. "If you excuse us we have a surprise that the kids are going to help us pull off.. So get your butts outside to wait for us." You said to the adults in the room. They rolled their eyes walking out with Sebastian.

"Okay kiddies! Come on!" You said the little kids looked at you. "I'll give you guys lollipops." The kids jumped up running up the stairs. "Slow down! Your parents will kill me if you fall down the stairs." You said.

Once up stairs you got upstairs you got Griffin, Oliver, and Nora in their shirts while Leo got into his on his own. Sebastian and the older kids barreled into the bedroom after.

"What are we doing?" Samantha asked.

"You guys are going to have a new cousin! And if you get these shirts on you'll help us tell your parents and Granny and pap." Sebastian explained.

"Cool!!" Hazel squealed. Your nieces and nephews celebrated a bit and gave you hugs before you sent them each to a different room upstairs to change while Sebastian watched the ones already you got into your shirt that said right over the belly where your baby was: GrandBaby #14. Your nieces and nephews had shirts that say Grandbaby #1-13. You made it t your room and everyone was ready.

"Okay line up in number order. Griff stand right next to Sebastian when we get out side. Oliver stand next to Griff and so forth." You explained. Sebastian would be holding Nora and standing next to you.

You all made it outside and still in line.

"What?" Your dad asked.

"Read the shirts!" Violet exclaimed.

"Grandbaby... 14?!" Colleen looked at your shirt squealing.

"No way!" Elizabeth said.

"What? 14 kids? There's only 13.." Justin said not getting it.

"Your pregnant?" Your mom asked you.

"Yep!" You and Sebastian said at the same time.

"You told my kids before you told me? I thought I was your favorite?" Justin said mocking offense.

"Your a blabbermouth if we told you everyone would've known." You said as your mom come over hugging you then hugging Sebastian as the kids ran off to play. Your family finished giving you both hugs. Sebastian handed Nora over to Mike before he reached in his pocket. You were looking away at Hazel and Violet.

"Y/n look." Kristina said. You looked at Sebastian gasping as you saw he was on one knee.

"Y/n.. Will you marry me?" He asked. You stared hands over your mouth in disbelief. "Your scaring me." He whispered.

"Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!" You exclaimed tackling him into a hug. Your mom and dad smiled softly at you two while your brothers, tried to be supportive but your their baby sister they won't see you anyway. Your nieces and nephews didn't even notice. You stayed on the ground hugging for what seemed like forever before you pulled apart and he put the ring on your finger. "I love it!" You kissed him before a chorus of "Ew!" Was heard alerting you and Sebastian of your nieces and nephews.

"We're getting married!" Sebastian said smiling, the kids gasped hugging the two of you. their parents laughing took a photo of it.

"Can I be the ring bearer?" Leo asked smiling.

"I want to be the flower girl!" Hazel said as they all pulled away from the hug to let you two stand up. All four of your sister inlaws quickly pulled into a hug squealing, Justin was quick to give Sebastian a hug and welcome him to the family slowly followed by Micheal and your dad, Matthew and Jon stood by your mom who was waiting to hug you. The two men stared at Sebastian with the same look they had when you started dating or when your prom date came to pick you up.

"Dad? Why are you staring at Sebastian like that?" Luna asked Matt.

"This again you two?" Your mom asked them as the hug from your sister in laws was pulled out of and the three men gave who had hugged Sebastian each gave you one followed by you mom while your other two brothers kept glaring at Sebastian.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sebastian asked.

"They're being babies." You said walking over to them sighing. "It's not gonna work this time. He isn't a jerk like him." You said quietly to them, only the two men know what your talking about and that's how you've always wanted it. Now if your wondering what that is. It's about an ex who those two are the only ones who even know about him. It had been getting serious but you ended up getting in a fight and he tried to manipulate by proposing to you (this happened just before you moved out so you were 18) while those two were walking by and ended up "talking" to the guy.

*like who?" Justin asked.

"No one." Jon said hugging you before going over to Sebastian. "Welcome to the family man!" He said. Matt begrudgingly walked over to Sebastian.

"I like you and all but just because your my sister's fiancee I will still kick you ass... In a nerf gun war." Matt changed demeanors as the older kids took that as sign to get their nerf guns from the yard and begin the war again. "Welcome to the family Seabass."

"Ow! Come on!" Sebastian ran off as they began shooting at him.

"Watch the face! I want my fiancee to have both eyes at my wedding!" You exclaimed laughing.

"Glad you care!" Sebastian whined running around with the toddlers while the teens and pre-teens tried to shoot him.

"Don't shoots the little kids or your all grounded!" Matt warned as you leaned your head on your moms shoulder sighing.

What a late Christmas you had. A baby and your getting married.

A/n: I'm a tiny bit in love with this large family... Probably since I want a extended family like this but whatever Merry Christmas if you celebrate Christmas which since you read a Christmas themed story you probably do if not happy holidays!

[ocdriz]

made an aelwyn & adaine playlist! it's supposed to go over their arc chronologically so if you listen try doing it in order. very long heartfelt explanation for song choices under a read more cause apparently i have many thoughts and i can't seem to be able to shut up

1. Before the World Was Big - girlpool

I just miss how it felt standing next to you Wearing matching dresses before the world was big My brain's like a rolling snowball, I'm a fire truck Trying not to think of all the ways, my mind has changed Mom and Dad, I love you, do I show it enough?

i stole this one from the opening of opening an excellent sam nightingale playlist that im listening to on repeat these days, but it fits here, too, so here you go.

i don't know whose pov this could be from- it works either way, really. their relationship with each other has always been broken, at least as far as we know, but this was maybe early enough to be able to miss a time where unconscious closeness was easier + at a time where they have both still hoped to get some love back from their parents, and they have both still tried to love them "right".

2. My Sister - Juliana Hatfield Three

I hate my sister, she's such a bitch She acts as if she doesn't even know that I exist But I would do anything to let her know I care But I am only talking to myself 'cause she isn't there I love my sister, she's the best She's cooler than any other girl that I have ever met She had the greatest band, she had the greatest guy She's good at everything and doesn't even try

from adaine's pov. when canon starts she already ostensibly hates aelwyn, and we know that she barely has any tolerable memory with her at all, but i am sure that at some point she still consciously looked up to her, admired her in spite of how much their situation put them one against the other. i like the contrast here. i hate my sister she is such a bitch. i love my sister, she's the best. hurts!

3. Warm Regards - Penelope Scott

I should be doing better, you've made that really clear I'm just so sad, it comes off as insincere I don't think it matters, matters to you There's always something more that I could do It doesn't even matter 'cause I don't wanna go To college or to heaven or to anywhere alone Nothing really matters from my point of view Sitting here and watching it unfold with you, you

this could honestly be from both of their povs in relation to their parent, which is its own kind of tragic. i'm sure they must have often felt the same fears.

i'm just so sad, it comes off as insincere feels more adaine, the kid who has obvious panic attacks and fights to hide it, than it does aelwyn, who was able to hide her pain in more effective ways (or manifest it through means that could have been passed off as something else). the line it doesn't even matter 'cause I don't wanna go to college or to heaven or to anywhere alone does hurt me though. they were both lonely and unable to reach out to each other.

4. Sorry About Your Parents - Icon For Hire

I'm sorry about your parents, they sound like bad people Your daddy sounds like a jerk I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough Bending over backwards, never good enough You poor thing, it must suck to be you And I know it's not your fault, it never is, is it?

this is one of the more angry, confrontational songs. ironic because they have the same parents + i think they could both sing it at each other. this first bit sounds more like adaine, but then this:

I get it, give me a little credit I remember when I was that pathetic Wear my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see Like look what they did to me quick, lay on the sympathy thick You probably have the right to feel how you do You were mistreated and cheated out of the childhood you needed And now you'll never succeed if you're so convinced you're defeated If you're obsessed with your yesterday then you're destined to repeat it

could believably be aelwyn, too. enduring their parents' abuse on opposite sites of the fences probably meant that they both blamed each other for how they were handling it (in adaine's case) or tried framing it in a way that could lessen their own sense of guilt (in aelwyn's).

​5. hot girl bummer - ​blackbear

And my friends are all annoying But we go dumb, yeah, we go stupid This that 10K on the table Just so we can be secluded And the vodka came diluted One more line, I'm superhuman Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too I'm through, I'm through, I'm through This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum

another angry song, aelwyn's pov. i don't know about you, but i am constantly thinking about the fact that she seemed to spend much of her time trying to essentially not think, and be under the influence of anything that could get her to feel okay. i think that her behaviour at the party in s1 was intended mostly as a twist and was partially there for shock value, but in retrospect it is, a lot to take in

6. Fetch the Bolt Cutters - Fiona Apple

I've been thinking about when I was trying to be your friend I thought it was then, but it wasn't, it wasn't genuine I was just so furious, but I couldn't show you 'Cause I know you and I know what you can do And I don't want a war with you, I won't afford it You get sore, even when you win And you maim when you're on offense But you kill when you're on defense And you've got them all convinced That you're the means and the end

I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill When they came around, I would stand real still A girl can roll her eyes at me and kill I got the idea I wasn't real

adaine's pov. this is her breaking point in s1, when she finally has an alternative, a family who does love her, and so seems to give up on aelwyn and walk away from her. i don't have much to add but the lyrics are really good and i think they fit adaine well

7. This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller

Yeah, I know wrong, I know right But I just love to pick a fight I can sleep with one eye open If there's any sleep at night I got my knife, got my gun Let's see how fast you can run You might think that you can hurt me But the damage has been done It's pathetic, I know A jealous fool who won't let go If I was sorry for my actions Would I ever stoop so low? Got no reason to live And I've got nothing left to give you But my love, love, fuck it, this is love

aelwyn's pov. the entire song hurts with her in my mind, but it's essentially her response, her thesis statement. the lie she tells herself, the only love she thinks she can give and deserve. i love that it feels both proud and broken. but my love, love, fuck it, this is love. and yet, you might think that you can hurt me but the damage has been done. pain!

8. 7 O’Clock - Penelope Scott

I'll call her again, but she's a huge fucking ghost I fell for dead air 'cause it was all I could host And I'll cut up my shirts, and I'll sing in the rain It doesn't quite matter 'cause it all feels the same I don't want what I want, feels bad to feel good I'm made of bad code, I'm waterlogged wood Cry for the feeling, stay in bed for the fun A brand-new beginning and I'm already done The future is static, it drips on the floor And makes its way underneath my bedroom door A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug And all I ever died for was another tight hug

aelwyn's pov. this was the first song on the playlist and the reason i made it in the first place. this song is so snappy and sad at the same time, it really reminds me of her. and I'll cut up my shirts and I'll sing in the rain, it doesn't quite matter 'cause it all feels the same. i genuinely think that aelwyn was never really content, or happy or joyful. all she ever did was commit atrocities for adults who manipulated her, lie to herself all the time, and try to escape the aftermath by forgetting about all that could be forgotten. it must have been unbearable. i don't want what i want, feels bad to feel good. i'm made of bad code. all i ever died for was another tight hug. it hurts. it hurts!!

9. Bad Magic - Weyes Blood

Pretty bad magic Pretty tragic On a runaway train And I'm not going insane Things just don't stay the same And I must find a new way Make the best of death And love what's left You're not just a time bomb Just 'cause you went off Don't mean you're scattered Everywhere It's still there in the palms of your hands Just give it one more chance Don't wait to understand Just find a new way

still aelwyn's pov, this is where it all breaks down and she is trapped in the cell. the melody of this song is incredibly sad and the lyrics feel scattered and drag out, which- fits. i like that it's called bad magic, too. it's all very vulnerable. all defences are down, and this is what's left. this is how adaine finds her 10. The Good That Won’t Come Out - Rilo Kiley

All of the good that won't come out of me And all the stupid lies I hide behind It's such a big mistake Lying here in your warm embrace Oh, you're almost home I've been waiting for you to come in Dancing around in your old suits Going crazy in your room again I think I'll go out and embarrass myself By getting drunk and falling down in the street You say I choose sadness That it never once has chosen me Maybe you're right

aelwyn's pov, right after she is rescued and as she is found again and convinced to go back. the first bit fucking kills me, but lying here in your warm embrace especially so. ever think about how brennan specified that aelwyn cast shield on adaine as they slept? because i think about it all the time!!

after that, however, it shifts. you say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me, maybe you're right is her going back to her parents. i know that the song technically doesn't have that shift but i have elected to ignore that and have fun suffer

11. Conditions - Squirrel Flower

Don't look at me like that, like you'll kill me I can outrun you and I'll do it gracefully 'Cause I'm gentle but I can't move slowly Don't you dare say you do not know me

adaine's pov. some of the lyrics here don't fit but i like these ones so much that i put it in here anyway. this is after aelwyn goes back to her old self and adaine can tell that it isn't over, there's still something to fight for. she is still on the fence because aelwyn has hurt her and can still try. i can outrun you and i'll do it gracefully. and then it ends with a warning: don't you dare say you do not know me. don't you dare pretend this isn't happening, don't you dare lie again, to yourself or me.

12. Soap - Penelope Scott

There's all this dirt under my nails Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school? Blood under my knuckles You should've heard the way I spoke last night

There is salt inside my mouth Sugar on my tongue Freckles on my cheeks From good old-fashioned west coast sun I feel so beaten up and bruised I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't keep anything at all From slipping through my wrecking claws

i'm sorry this is like the third penelope scott song in this playlist but i just think her songs fit aelwyn so well. this is essentially the aftermath of going back to her parents. don't know what else to add except [clutches chest] [cries a bit]

13. Fire - Kimya Dawson

He says he's protecting us but he's a liar I know deep down that it's down to the wire My heart will stop if I put out the fire As long as I'm burning I'll keep on yearning To save the world Not sure how but I'm learning And telling the truth the best way that I'm able Placing my cards all face up on the table It's okay to be scared, you do don't have to act tough Take all that pain and turn it into love

adaine's pov. this is her talking to aelwyn, telling her that there is a way out, that their dad says he is protecting them but he is a liar, and she is putting all of her cards on the table, asking her to listen, to believe.

14. Over and Over - Chris Garneau

Not my fault, you said so Oh, you said it over and over It’s not my fault, you said so Oh, you said it over and over And now I’m in this thing, this fucking thing I’m stuck over and over Yea, I’m in this thing, this fucking thing It’s happening over and over

aelwyn's pov. she is still scared and lost in this cycle of abuse and fear. again, not much to add, but it's a beautiful song

15. The Truth is A Cave - The Oh Hellos

I was bound I was bound and determined To be the child To be the child that you wanted And I was blind to every sign that you left for me to find And the truth became a tool, that I held in my hand And I wielded it but did not understand I was tired of giving more than you gave to me And I desired a truth I wouldn't have to seek But in the silence I heard you calling out to me

pain!! pain!! spekas for itself!! i was bound and determined to be the child that you wanted obviously about her parents, but then it shift (not sure the shift is in the actual song too which btw might be about jesus but we are gonna ignore that) and the you is adaine. but in the silence i heard you calling out to me.

16. Sister - Angel Olsen

All the colors I have seen I can't help but recognize The brighter one in front of me All the truth I thought I learned And then it finally came along Turned around and then it's there All the love I thought was gone I want to know you I want to show you I want to be there [...] Show me the future Tell me you'll be there I want to go where Nobody knows fear [...] You learn to take it as it comes You fall together, fall apart

this is aelwyn's answer, it's her saying yes. this song is so so beautiful. show me the future tell me you'll be there, given that adaine is literally an oracle literally kills me. i also love, all the colors i have seen i can't help but recognise the brighter one in front of me, given the way aelwyn tries to talk to adaine by telling her how much she admires her. thinks about adaine saying "i love you, too" when she has done talking. truly in tears!!

17. I Have Made Mistakes - The Oh Hellos

We have lived in fear We have lived in fear, and our fear has betrayed us We will overcome We will overcome the apathy that has made us Cause we are not alone We are not alone in the dark with our demons We have made mistakes We have made mistakes, but we've learned from them The sun, it does not cause The sun, it does not cause us to grow It is the rain that will strengthen The rain that will strengthen your soul It will make you whole

not much to add, just. healing! i really love we will overcome the apathy that has made us specifically. the idea that this new relationship between them has to matter. they have to care and move forward together

18. It's Alright - Mother Mother

It's alright, It's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a demon, there's a reason You behaved in that way It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay And I believe, yes I believe that you will see a better day

healing part. 2! again, not much to add. it's a nice song and every time i associate it to a new character it makes me cry

19. Fantastic Bastards - Death Spells

I hate everything I do 'Cause I learned it from you I'm your bastard But I'm not anything like you No, I'm fantastic! But I'm still not worth your time I'm so sick of covering up These blacks and blues and cuts 'Cause they're mine, to define But they don't Because I'm more than your worst I've finally had enough And I'm finally all grown up

more specifically aelwyn, but this is both of them going against their parents. because i'm more than your worst. it's an angry song and i think they deserve anger too

20. Up the Wolves - The Mountain Goats

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll always be a few things, maybe several things That you're going to find really difficult to forgive There's gonna come a day when you feel better You'll rise up free and easy on that day And float from branch to branch Lighter than the air Just when that day is coming, who can say? Who can say? Our mother has been absent ever since we founded Rome But there's going to be a party when the wolf comes home

the aftermath, for both of them. this is mostly about their parents, but there are some things that adaine won't be able to forgive aelwyn, too, and that's okay. it's natural. they have better days ahead, even if they can't escape their past

21. Worth It - Haley Heynderickx

Maybe I, maybe I've been selfish for these sounds Finally I'm ready for the silence Finally I'm out of this cloud Maybe I, maybe I've been selfish all along I guess you should know that That I don't need you there But I need you sometimes But not all the time, no I need you there [...] Maybe I, maybe I've been selfish Maybe I, maybe I've been selfless Maybe I, maybe I've been worthless Maybe I, maybe I've been worth it

final song, aelwyn's pov. i think it's hard to predict who aelwyn is going to be, because so much of her life has been a defence mechanism, but i think she will be worth the time trying to find it out. i love this song so much. i think it's gentle and sharp and i like that it made me think of her

and that's it! thank you for sticking around till now. i have a normal amount of feelings about these two and it's nice to share them

[chicago-geniza]

well i intended to go for a nice evening walk, ended up having a panic attack, ordering a couple of cocktails at the bougie bar, joining a jam session with a bunch of old hippies on the logan green (one of them gave me a handpainted wooden medallion which seems to be carved out of tree bark, strung on a length of yarn???), met a crustpunk train-hopping dude in town for the month (& his dog, in a leather-studded harness) who's lived in 45/50 states & a 44 yr old guy everyone called "the wizard" wearing a tattered, patch-covered robe who shares most of my parents' conspiracy theories & considers himself a latter-day prophet, he bought us sorbet & ice cream, wound up hanging out with them & staying up all night at their indescribably eclectic, cluttered, blood-spattered (!!!) apartment, belonging to 44 yr old guy's art curator father & decorated accordingly, smoking m*th & listening to music & talking (or rather listening to them rant/rave/recount stories from their incredibly wild lives), i gave them advice on applying for unemployment & medicaid & how to appear compliant enough w/ carceral psychiatric intervention so they won't section you without actually submitting to forced medication or institutionalization, especially if they assign you a case worker & do regular "wellness checks." also how to pass off certain aspects of behavioral dysregulation as executive dysfunction, get them to pay for an adhd evaluation, get an adderall IR scrip, sell the 30 mg pills (cite body weight, high doses of other psych meds as reason for higher dose; look sincere; play to systemic biases toward cis white men, unfortunately), & use the cash to buy m*th, if they'd prefer to keep doing that. you can also pass positive psychotic symptoms--agitation etc.--off as severe anxiety, especially if you have a history of trauma, & they will give you benzodiazepines. it is in their best interest to keep you docile, i.e. tranquilized, particularly if your past convictions & involuntary institutionalizations revolve around a pattern of aggressive behavior, & that's On The Record/there's a paper trail. (e.g. one dude got arrested trying to keep cars away from an injured bird on the road, some genre of raptor i think (???) by threatening them with a shopping cart, not hitting them, but like, running at them as if to collide then feinting at the last minute so they'd swerve out of the way. not the safest or most effective maneuver, lotta reckless endangerment, but the motivation was admirable. probably put the fear of god into some drivers, though. he doesn't seem to have, like, impulse control.) it's a lot easier & you have fewer run-ins with the cops if you game the system & appear cooperative. they gave me this coat, which "just showed up in their apartment one day," like i did. 44 yr old guy walked me back to apartment, stole a street sign & tore down a real estate sign en route, lori lightfoot did indeed take down the pride flag in front of her house on july 1st & replace it with an appropriately patriotic american flag, i walked past the idling plainclothes cop car & another marked police vehicle with their Mayoral Guarding Detail inside at like 4.30 am smoking a menthol cigarette (not inhaling), high on m*th, draped in a neon anime jacket, in the company of a visibly insane, unshaven & unshorn middle-aged man in a technicolor patchwork trenchcoat, holding a lit cigarette in one hand & an upside-down traffic cone in the other, which he was using as an ad hoc amplifier for a noise track playing on my phone. he was also carrying the stolen real estate banner &, inexplicably, a stack of mail. i gave him my old backup phone (no SIM card & doesn't hold a charge long, ancient, but still works), since neither he nor the other dude have phones (cops took them), also one hybrid edible for each of them, as a thanks for the m*th & the kindness. their hearts are in the right place but they have some fucked-up beliefs about "reverse racism" being real, while also saying in the same breath that you can tell our country is irredeemable by the way it continues to

treat black people. we were discussing medical weed for seizures on medicaid & 44 yr old guy mentioned one of his close friends, a black epileptic woman, whose seizures were frequent & severe enough they prevented her from working. then he added, in apparent bemusement, they she hadn't spoken to him in some time, & he wondered why. a little while later he relayed their last conversation & i was like "my dude, i can say with 100% certainty she is not talking to you because you said some *appallingly*, jaw-droppingly racist shit & did not even realize it was racist." then i, comma, a white person, explained to this man that he literally thought of their exchange as, like, an abstract argument over insignificant ideas, a theoretical exercise, & therefore considered it simply a smug gotcha to "counter" hotep theories about egyptian origin by claiming that "if that's true, american slavery & the oppression of black people in america are divine retribution for the enslavement of the jews in ancient egypt, an eye for an eye & a deserved punishment." like, first of all, what the actual fuck, if i were that woman i would also never speak to you again, second of all there's the collapse of historical time & mythical time, history & exegesis, an assumption that rests on spurious claims of biblical literalism (zionist colonization logic, btw! him: what's exegesis? what's zionism? me: never mind, not the point. exegesis is the interpretation of religious texts in a religious CONtext, in this case what you would likely call the hebrew bible.)--but most importantly it is 100% irrelevant to this discussion whether or not black americans are Actually Factually descendended from ancient egypt! you just told this woman to her face that the ancestry she claims, of which she's proud, is the reason & justification for SLAVERY & BLACK SUFFERING--not only that, but that if it WERE true, than black people would DESRVE to suffer, by DIVINE DECREE. you are trying to force her to abdicate her claim on this heritage by putting her in a position where she'd be forced to concede complicity in her people's historical & present-day persecution, oppression, & essentially the existence of structural racism. & using The Figural Jew as a rhetorical cudgel to bludgeon her into this corner. what a despicable thing to say. like, he hadn't considered it from her perspective at all, & once he groked why the comment itself was, like, unforgivable (idk, maybe she's more forgiving; she has a virtue-name), i started socratic-method-ing him through why it was particularly unforgivable for *him* to say to *her*--the individual is not responsible for the systems from they benefit, but they are imbricated in them, they are implicated when they actively perpetuate & uphold them, even with speech acts. & finally gave the same "there is no such thing as reverse racism because racism is not an individual act, it is an institutional, systemic phenomenon, & it is an ideology, one which individual acts can bear out or be in accordance with, & to which individuals can subscribe (this bearing it out in their behavior, in their institutional roles, in their interpersonal interactions--here i gave & solicited examples of each) or be subject (also gave & solicited examples). m*th makes me very good at Explaining clearly & he was surprisingly receptive--like, it was astonishing that it had not occurred to him??? but it hadn't, the same way it hadn't occurred to my mother, & she interpreted it as "reverse racist" when their next-door neighbor called her the "white devil" for disputing their property line, & i had to be like "ok but if you called in a random third party to mediate in lily-white [city], oregon, where white supremacists openly drive down the street in pickup trucks with swastika armbands, whose side do you think they would take, statistically speaking, in your property dispute. that's why racism is systemic & institutional, & your rude neighbor calling you a name over a disagreement does not constitute 'reverse racism,' because 'reverse racism' by definition cannot

exist." now this dude wants to like, read books, so i gotta get him some entry-level Intro To Racism primers??? how did i end up here, but better me than his black epileptic (ex-)friend, i guess??? jesus christ. both of these guys have the most chaotic, reactionary politics in a potpourri with these deep commitments to abolition & mutual aid & a kind of proto-anarchist consciousness, none of which would be called by those names, but all of which is borne out in practice & in the politics of everyday life. they remind me a LOT of my parents. i'm loath to imagine how they'd internalize my stepdad's rambling, street-preacher-style libertarian lectures. probably go out & buy guns & invest in gold on the stock market & double down on the conviction that free speech is being curtailed & individual rights are in jeopardy because you can no longer unleash a barrage of harassment against some guy on the street because you think he looked at you funny. these claustrophobic convictions, like the space to express oneself is getting smaller & smaller every day, *other people* are taking it away from you, suffocating you on all sides with their offense demanding your silence, they are *making* the walls close in--when in fact it's more like a holodeck. you're a member of the Hegemonic Group, afforded the privilege of the default, so you don't question the vast verdant expanse that is your domain--ah, Free Speech, the sun never sets on the empire of ~uncensored expression, you can say whatever you want whenever you want without facing consequences because you control all the organs that mete out consequences & you have also determined that those groups who might be adversely affected by your words--emotionally OR materially--are not, well...of consequence. but of course the vast verdant domain is an illusion, photons & forcefields, held together by the all-encompassing TOTALITY of the dominant group's hegemony, power, etc. once that power begins to redistribute throughout the system--however unevenly, however incrementally, however slowly--as even the smallest pieces are appropriated by those deemed inconsequential, who have endured years of systemic, material, institutional violence that allowed the dominant group to become dominant & retain its dominant position--once those 'inconsequential' groups speak up & say "actually, these words bear an indelible imprint of the violence enacted upon us, these words are the legacy of that violence, these words are a tacit endorsement of the ideology behind that violence, which classifies us as subhuman, & even if *you* can't hear those echoes, the words broadcast on two historical frequencies, so now that we're able to broadcast on a frequency *you* can hear, we request you find other language, & consider the implications of the words you've been using for years." well--once The Subaltern Speaks, the dominant group loses its 'innocence,' & becomes aware the vast verdant expanse of language is an illusion of infinite space, aware of the four holodeck walls pressing in behind the simulacrum of the horizon, & suddenly "what one can say without negative consequences"--largely social, sometimes, rarely, if social media goes viral, professional--feels much more claustrophobic. so they get angry. & some of them are just bigots, obviously, but some of them--like my parents, &, even, this weirdly well-intentioned m*thhead who said one of the most shockingly racist things i've heard in my life & *honestly didn't understand why it was racist*, is really riled up about free speech & individual rights, hates the government, hates "FANG" (facebook amazon netflix google) & has a bunch of dystopian conspiracy theories about data harvesting & personal information that only miss the mark in that they get too nefariously biopolitical (billionaires want to put microchips in everybody for surveillance to monitor our movements & sell us more stuff; they don't need to, they already use our phone location & browsing habits to generate the algorithm & sell the information to ad companies lol, it's digital& cast a

single illuminati figure in the role of comic book villain, controlling the operation behind the scenes like an evil puppetmaster (classic conspiracy fare; again, we gotta take that energy, that suspicion, the understanding that they are being taken advantage of & tricked, the idea that power & capital & resources are concentrated among a very small number of people, however it's not an individual wealthy villain with a desire for world domination who wants to turn Free Americans into microchipped drones, it's a *class* of people--or rather several classes, but *who those people are as individuals does not matter*. if you guillotined bill gates, another billionaire would take his place. bill gates qua bill gates is not the problem. it is classes of people who control the means of production & own property & profit enormously from exploiting the labor of a desperate, rapidly increasing underclass, i.e. from the system as it is. therefore it is in their interest to maintain the status quo, because it serves them. 'the rich get richer, the poor get poorer.' the middle class gradually ceases to exist. if you want to compound it by race, consider the GI bill as an example - you learn about it as the leg up that enabled thousands of WWII vets to buy houses, enabling them to enter the middle class. hundreds of thousands of third-gen middle class white americans still reap the structural, socioeconomic benefits of their grandparents' initial upward mobility, including,, very tangibly, those selfsame houses, which can be inherited & then rented out as a second property if the children or grandchildren accrue enough money to buy their own properties. but only about 100 black vets got approved for homeownership loans, despite the staggering numbers of black soldiers who enlisted & applied through the GI bill. anyway! the impulses are there, & they're only being funneled into conspiracy thinking because that makes intuitive sense on a narrative level. these guys have a high school education; so does my stepdad. their reading habits are...eclectic, sporadic, pretty much dictated by occasional recommendations & like, little free libraries around the neighborhood. it's both interesting & frustrating to see like - hey, here are these people, we agree on a lot of things, they're earnest & open & want to learn & would give their neighbor the shirt off their backs as a matter of principle. they'd give a *stranger* the shirt off their backs; they'd share whatever they had. even what chores there are in their collective--they live with two other guys--(dumpster diving, walking the dog, tidying up the apartment) are allocated by ability & inclination. they made advance plans to look after the dog & their roommate with War PTSD on the 4th of july if the fireworks upset them, jokingly called the dog an emotional support animal. you give them the tools, the reading, talk to them like normal people with a stake in society--like, imagine a society that would have a stake in people like you instead of criminalizing you & consigning you to the margins! that's already *political imagination* because anyone who occupies a marginalized position will have their existence politicized, whether they want this or not, so better to become a self-aware, self-reflexive political subject, no?--talk *with* them because tbh i am them, i'm just better at situational masking & also i am very very afraid of cops so i only damage property in groups during planned political actions (not spontaneously, because i feel a flash of rage at my neighborhood gentrifying, & simply do not have a superego, so i tear down the real estate sign for the fancy new apartment complex in a fit of pique, because in this house we believe that spontaneity can & should be developed into class consciousness, again, the seeds of which are there in the initial trigger for the spontaneous reaction, i.e. anger at gentrification. not opposed to a little direct action, but they're just gonna put up a new sign tomorrow, it doesn't advance your agenda or hinder the gentrifiers' progress. now, if

you sabotaged the construction site for the new apartment buildings & painted a few potent symbols + graffiti'd a pithy, written statement expressing your opposition to gentrification generally & these apartments specifically? in a prominent place, large font, eye level, visible & legible from oh, a block away? maybe as a member of a collective, your neighbors, perhaps? & you could sign it "[neighborhood] or [block] residents" to pack more of a punch, the power of a crowd speaking in unison to say "not OUR home, you predatory developers"? that's no longer spontaneous, impulsive, affective violence, & it's also no longer an individual--acting alone leaves you vulnerable. again--i didn't just *intuit* that he tore the sign down because he was mad about gentrification, i asked, in a genuinely curious tone, not at all accusatory, no hint of reprimand or censure, just...interested, "why did you do that?" & he was like "it made me fucking mad." & i was like "what about it made you mad? the apartments? how come?" & he thought about it for a minute & explained. i'm not sure *he* necessarily made the conscious connection until prompted. idk, i know people talk a lot about the fact that breitbart & drudge report are free while NYT & "all the news fit to print" is paywalled, & q-pilled covid hoax sites are free while "reputable" pandemic coverage & public health guidelines & explanations of mRNA vaccines for a lay audience are paywalled & that's true but also We Live In A Society & if you talk to the wingnuts who AREN'T that way because of any far-right ideology, a lot of them are just...autodidacts without much formal education but a lot of raw intelligence that leads to analyzing The Big Picture & trying to deduce a pattern, find a framework that explains why the world is the way it is, profoundly frustrated, deeply aware of American society's, universalized & figured as the world's, exceptional unfairness & cruelty, & *that can be redirected* with reading, discussion, prompting critical thought, introducing community connections, & perhaps most importantly for this genre of person, getting them to see patterns at work in terms of systems & structures rather than individuals, letting go of American individualism's explanatory power & belief in its liberatory potential (see: the sort of ad hoc libertarianism that goes hand-in-glove with much conspiracy thinking, both stemming from 1) mistrusting the government, & 2) ultimate freedom of the individual as the most sacred value, therefore it is what all enemies want to take away), outlining positive, actionable goals rather than just ambient suspicion & anger at authority, & figuring out how those goals can be accomplished more effectively by an organized collective (but this will ultimately benefit the individual). If the world isn't run by a shadowy cabal, if you begin to understand the structures responsible & how they manifest even on the scale of your block (e.g.!!! predatory developers buying up properties during a pandemic, tearing down affordable housing to build expensive condos on the lot, or giving old buildings a "spit and polish" so they can double the rent, pricing all the current residents out, not to mention all the little local businesses, almost all mexican & run by the mexican families who live here, that give our block its culture & will get pushed out by boutique coffee shops & the like, catering to a more affluent & almost certainly whiter clientele)--you can, in fact, change the world, something both of them repeatedly referred to as their purpose on earth. it may not be as a maverick figure, one against an army, but strength in numbers is an aphorism for a reason.

anyway! thse guys were also really weird about jews, in the philosemitic way conspiracy theorists of a certain stripe often are. the itinerant vagabond guy gave me one of his drawings; it's really lovely. i'm going to give them "are prisons obsolete?" & "the wretched of the earth" & some david graeber. 44 yr old guy has this idea that society is atomized & people aren't connected to each other & have lost the willingness or the ability to communicate with each other, also that the overreach of authority has driven some people to violence, & that makes the world feel unsafe to everyone else. he feels guilty because he is acutely aware that language, when wielded adroitly & intentionally, always has the capacity to manipulate; he is afraid of succumbing to the temptation, because he senses the coercive power of language within himself. the other guy was mostly quiet but said 44 yr old guy is one of the best friends he's ever had. he thinks animals are able to sense emotions and to heal, & he thinks they can mediate between people who have become too isolated, who have forgotten humans' innate ability to forge connections, approach others as social creatures seeking to bond instead of mistrustful, apprehensive, rejecting overtures of friendship because they expect subterfuge, or propriety has evolved to deem such overtures inappropriate outside of strictly delineated, artificially orchestrated contexts. deviation from the norm is not permitted. & back again to policing. they have an idea called "the omega family," omega for the end, a group of like-minded people who come together, who encounter each other serendipitously (predicted through auspicious auguries & recognized on sight through a constellation of signs & wonders, because of course we are all psychotic here, it was nice to just be psychotic & discuss these things like they were normal lol), & serve as catalysts to each other's "personal truth." anyway this is why i don't go out when i'm crazy, i always end up in situations like this, see also: the last time i did m*th, in a pizza hut bathroom in tallinn with an art student from glascow named muhammad ali (he went by ali), the son of white muslim converts--we thought it was c*ke but it got lost in translation & that's how i figured out i had adhd. later i got [redacted] by a filmmaker from kazan & he gave me his business card afterward for some reason, which was extremely funny. thankfully these dudes were better behaved. one of them even gave a speech about how men shouldn't rape people??? & also how our society shouldn't construct women as universal victims because in doing so it makes victimhood almost compulsory & shoehorns women into a victim role as part & parcel of womanhood? i was like yes my dude you are almost there, read the essay "abject feminism." (i did not tell them i was trans bc i wasn't sure how that would shake down, to be honest; couldn't get a read on it. did tell them i was gay & they respected it, though one did say he dated a lesbian once, & i explained that many men feel compelled to interject with an anecdote relating an exception to the rule or insist that they will he the exception to the rule, & it's really just bad manners, not even getting into the bad politics. he took it on the chin & talked about how the girl in question came home to find her partner dead of an overdose & his wife had just died of MS, so their relationship was more about grief & comfort than sexual attraction. i was like that's really, really sad, & it's wonderful that you were able to be there for each other at a time of such staggering loss, & i am a person who totally understands what you mean to communicate, but if a lesbian tells you they're a lesbian & you reply that you once dated a lesbian & they get offended & instead of responding with contrition or correction you elaborate on the tragic backstory of the relationship as though that explains the circumstances in which a self-proclaimed lesbian would date a cis man, other lesbians *will* deck you, or at the very least not take you, an unwashed white guy in

his 40s who isn't neurotypical & sits way too close for social convention in a way that could easily be construed as a come-on, in good faith.) tl;dr made some new friends, did some good drügs (i much prefer smoking m*th to snorting it, basically like purer, more potent adderall, & as such will not be doing it again for a LONG time, because i enjoy it FAR too much; slices through the brain fog & the chronic fatigue & the joint/bone pain, makes me able to pay attention, follow the thread of a conversation, actually be *interested* & want to ask *questions* & expand, build, encourage my interlocutor to elaborate, place more kal-toh pieces until the conversation shimmers into a three-dimensional shape, instead of being listless & exhausted & disengaged & *bored* all the time, so obviously i would get addicted immediately if given the opportunity, & i've known this forever lol)--now going to hydrate, refill pill case, write some emails, & meet C at the beach! not how i expected to reboot my brain, but it works! also putting them on limited facebook view because i try to keep some groups of people in my life quarantined from each other & that includes 1) my relatives & my academic ~colleagues (ne'er the twain shall meet), 2) my exes & my family, 3) my relatives, colleagues, & uh. a couple of lovely, but extremely psychotic dudes with very long criminal records i met while doing hard drugs

[h0ly-fire]

Hey , tumblr is really acting up today so once again I'm posting chapter 3 because it's just not showing up for me. Anyways enjoy💖

Tw: slight child abuse, mentions of murder,anxiety

Pairings : Axel x reader Otto x reader Oscar x reader

Runaway

Chapter 3:

Pleading and bad Memories

Holding Stinky, you wobbled over to the entrance of the T.V. store, the door alerting that you came in. Setting the cat down, ignoring the looks people gave you, you looked around for someone who would know about who’s upstairs. Walking around, touching the buttons of different televisions, you caught the attention of an employee.

Now, usually, Elliot would simply ask you to leave, but since he knew you caught him taking a picture of you, he assumed you came in here to question about it. Clearing his throat and with a deep breath, cutting his conversation with a customer short, he walked over to you. He was slightly scared coming up to you since he did see you quite literally fall out of the sky in what seemed to be a bright light. He was sure that you were from another world, an Alien to put it simply. He wasn’t far off in that you were from somewhere “different” though. Although, you yourself wouldn’t exactly say “alien”, more like a time traveller? Anyways, coming up to you, he tapped you on the shoulder.

Turning around you come face to face with a kind-looking man, his uniform neatly pressed. You assumed he was the owner, just the person you were looking for.

“Yes?” You said with the best fake smile you could muster.

“Umm, may I ask what it is you’re doing here?” His voice had a slight tremble, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Why, yes indeed”, with an even wider smile you leaned slightly forward trying to intimidate the man. “You see, I was in the alleyway beside this establishment when I happened to notice someone taking a picture of me from the window upstairs.”

Leaning back from the man’s face, your smile turned into a frown. “So, I’d like to know who exactly that was and why. I won’t be leaving until I get my answer.” You crossed your arms.

“W..well you see that person was..”, he made an awkward laugh, scratching his left arm slightly out of anxiety. He was scared to tell you. You seemed quite intimidating.

“That person was who?” You were getting sort of annoyed at this point. This man was stalling.

“Well… it was me”, he gave another awkward laugh, quickly looking at you and back at the floor.

“You? You don’t look like you work for The Commission, nor do you act like it”, poking his chest you continued to ask him questions. “Who exactly are you and why were you taking my photos?!” You had raised your voice at this point. It didn’t matter if people heard as they wouldn’t understand anyway. All that mattered is that you got your answer.

“Well”, at this point Elliot was sure that he was trembling, his knees wobbling slightly. Elliot was never one for confrontation. “Well, you see, I saw you when you fell from that portal thing and I-”, he was cut off by you stepping even closer to him.

“You saw that!”

“Well, ye-”

“Was I awesome looking?!”

“What?”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter, of course I was awesome looking”, your face had relaxed at this point.

Elliot, thinking you looked friendly when you didn’t have a crazed look in your eyes, continued on. “Umm, if you want we can go upstairs and I can explain.” He still felt his anxiety rising, you were to close for comfort. It didn’t help that a few moments later he heard guns go off.

With a panicked look, you turned to the location where the guns went off. Crap, they were here. That was fast, you thought to yourself. Pushing the man down to the ground, you told him to stay there. He doesn’t deserve to get caught in the crossfire.

Looking back up you saw them. Axel, Otto, and Oscar. You had learned their names when none of the other agents bothered to. It was the least you could do to show some respect to your used to be co-workers. You’d like to think you could have made friends if it wasn’t for the fact that you were a traitor and they were here to kill you.

“Umm, well hello again, guys”, with a light laugh you slowly back up. This all felt too familiar to you and not in a good way.

They step towards you, holding their guns up. They weren’t going to let you escape this time. You were keeping them from going home to eat dinner, after all. Holding both hands up, to show you had no weapon, you decided that maybe you could explain to them why you did what you did.

“Now I know the Handler sent you after me because I made an error, but you gotta believe me it was for a good cause!”

They continued forward. They weren’t sure why they just didn’t shoot you already, they guessed it was because they wanted to hear your pathetic excuse. When they seemed to be listening, you continued. It seemed the only thing that might work is to tell the truth.

“You see, I saved a little boy from dying from a very, very bad person. His Mother! My Mother!” You were slightly crying now. You never told anyone about your family life, but in this case, you had to. “You see, the Handler she wanted to make sure I-”, with a gulp you continued on, it was hard to say it. “She wanted to make sure I had no loose ends from my old life. She wanted me to make sure my brother was dead.”

The brothers were shocked to hear this, though none of their faces showed it. Even so, this was their job, they had to finish it. They walked closer to you, backing you up into a wall. You had noticed their fingers on the trigger. With one last attempt, you pulled out a picture you had of you and your little brother.

“Wait! Wait.. see this?” You held the picture up to their faces. “You see, this is my little brother! He’s only ten! He needs me! Our mom doesn’t care about him! I only stole the briefcase and ran away so I could see him again. So please, please you have to understand. You’re all brothers, aren’t you?“

With a pleading look, you continued on. "You have to understand. Everything I’m doing, I’m doing for him. What if she asked one of you to kill each other, hmm?” You were looking at the ground now, not wanting them to see you cry, you didn’t want to appear weak in what seemed like your final moment alive.

Axel had put his gun down slightly. At war with himself as to what to do. His brothers gave him a questioning look, waiting for him to do something. He did understand, he’d probably do anything if it was him in this situation, just to see one of his brothers again. He understood what he had to do. Even if he might regret it.

Lowering his weapon, his brothers hesitating but doing the same, he looked at you. You were dirty and you stank. You looked like you went through hell. He decided that they would help you get home safely to your brother even if it meant they too would be in danger.

“Otto.” The tallest of the brothers looked at him.

“Yes?” Axel tilted his head towards your cowering figure.

“Knock them out”.

You had fallen, about to hit the floor, but thankfully Otto had caught you. Oscar picked up Stinky who happened to be underneath you the whole time. Walking out the store, the three of them walked back to the truck. Otto and Oscar were confused as to why the job wasn’t finished yet but decided not to question their brother. Setting you in the back gently, Otto went back to sit on the passenger side. Oscar was sitting in the back watching you, while Stinky decided he would lay on your chest. They drove off with the sound of sirens in the background.

Elliott looked around after the three blonde men had walked out with your unconscious body. His store was a mess, but he was thankful you had saved his life. He just hoped his insurance covers the damage.