#I'm losin it bud

[beedallo]

[whumperoni-and-wheeze]

[A] and [B] are career assassins. [A] is mortally wounded during a hit, [B] agrees to drive them to the hospital and leave them there. [B] is bad at comforting [A] and barely fighting hysterics, instead just repeating the same lines with increasing desperation:

"I swear to God, [A], you're not gonna die."

"You're gonna be fine bud, just stay with me, it's just a few miles."

"How're you doing back there?"

"Tell me what's happening [A]"

"I'm not gonna live with myself if you die back there [A]."

(Bonus points if [C] and [B] keep yelling back and forth while [A] bleeds out.)

"Step on it [B] we're losin 'em!"

"Shut the FUCK up, I'm gettin us there!"

[mollyolikeme]

Thoughts as I read TSC: A Stream of Conciousness Part Two!

Filthy Spoils!

classic kevin.

LOL keep saying i see how much you bench as if thats an indicator of someones ability to kickass

HA! i always forget about the sixteen hour days shit, i cannot, i find it too fucking funny it's fucking impossible. mfs would be DECEASED. like DEAD.

they are so hardcore this fantastical has me CACKLING every time

like a ken doll!

BLONDE.

ill advised thoughts....

uh oh jean, your crazy is showing.

goddamn. to hate but need. complicated and absolutely screwed up relationship dynamics are fascinating.

okay, i like to rag on our beloved kevin (because its fun and easy) but like props where props are due. i know we didn't get to see his transition from raven to fox but i honestly think the boy would have handled it a lot better than jean jean morose over here. boy isssssss messed up.

foreshadowwwwww SWIM SHORTS!

dangerously low? dangerous for who jean?

do not be slut shaming, lucas. thats fucking gross of you and i'm not even gonna mention the nonconsensual factor...........

oh. my. word. its not funny but i feel the morbid sense to laugh at the ravens dropping like flies.

bad therapist. you cant force it. where is Dobson?

OMG LOL i summoned her!

dont you worry about kevin babe, the foxes got him

thats two hands on chin! thats two!

he's got a big dick! lololololololol boys not tryna be gayyyy

oh the heat! the HEAT! yes jeremyyyyyyyy

fear of water.

what happens when he losses his grip......i want to see you lose control......... hi familiar phrasing and trauma, i ADORE you.

in my head, jean has a very french tsk of his tongue reaction to almost everything people do around him.

yesssss the foxes ARE synchronized.

you tell him jeremy! none of his raven intentionally injuring people bullshit

omg were gonna get a little kevin trip to cali! reunion of the abused buds! (again gotta take the morbid hilarity into account for my health)

LOL wheel throwing! Patrick Swayze where are you?!

not the self flagellating notebooks he kept.....

oooooo intense. it all comes to the surface. the truth will always come out.

this is clever, gives just enough info about the ravens without explaining the crime side of things. go nora.

okay damn lucas.... issues buddy. dont be comin after jean jean. you'll regret it.

chin grab number 3! this time by jeremy 🤩

omg cuuuuuuuute little motorcycle ride and seashell gifty

again. uh oh jean. your crazy is showing to the coaches now. this truth is really spilling out the cracks

pause.......... guys my sanity........ my INsanity upon reading this........... im losin it! ......... okay resume.

morbid laughing morbid laughing morbid laughing fuck fuck fuck

yo. to somehow make me feel like neilio's story is a positive tale................

wow lucas. doubling down are we. his character does have a very difficult truth to come to terms with. its fuckin rough and a hella interesting arc.

you should call dobsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

OH SHIT! neil's here! Thats not good news for you jean!

fy faen neil. you're kind of a gangster babe!

oh. dead sister. so sad. (typing it out like that looks sarcastic. It's not.)

yaaaaasssss thats the smart mouth we know and love! telling an agent he parked illegally!!! ahhhhh lolololololoolol

OMG Neil!!!! sweetheart! you care so much! awwwwwwwww wow nora seriously, what. a. treat! he cares about his buddy jean.

jeremy...... you got it so bad hun. always with the 'what do you need?' like just promise yourself to him forever and ever.

CHIN!!!!!!!!!! FOUR TIMES NOW.

woah Jer.

i like that jean actually doesn't like exy. such a good contrast to neils pov obsession.

im curious where this whole 'its not freedom its a pretty cage' thing is gonna go. like, yea i dont think you'll ever be 'free' free jean. but honestly this is pretty damn close. professional athletes lives are very straight forward. and if youre that good, fuckin easy.

[malcohen]

"She was." He remarked, a pained smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You guys would have gotten along great. She was the kind of person who made friends wherever she went." While Malcolm always saw himself as a bit socially awkward, riddled with anxiety, Hannah had been far from it. Growing up there had been some envy on his part, for not being able to rise up to the standards she had set for herself, for their parents, but it had all been self-inflicted. And after a while, he simply didn't care -- couldn't care. He was always just too fucked up.

He welcomed the warm, comforting hand that rested gingerly on his arm, the small gesture meaning more to him at that moment than he was able to properly convey. "No -- no, I did. I definitely did," a short chuckle fell from his lips. "It was an accident, yeah, but that doesn't take away the fact that it was my fault. My own guilt and self-loathing aside...she'd be here still if it wasn't for me." Clearing his throat, he used the heel of his palm to wipe at the budding moisture at the corner of his eyes. "Sorry, it's just -- still hard." To talk about, that was. Even though there wasn't any discomfort in speaking to Logan about what he'd gone through, about what his family had gone through, that didn't mean it ever stopped being painful.

"Yeah, yeah, I did. And I love it here -- I'm happy here." He said, gaze softening as he looked at the brunette. "I don't want you to feel guilty about how we left things that night. I get why you reacted the way you did, after losin' your own sister and all." If anyone understood that feeling, it was Malcolm. A free hand moved to rest on top of Logan's, leaning forward then. "Listen, I've got...issues. A lot of 'em, really, but -- but I've spent the last eight years of my life trying to turn my life around and I ain't got any plans on stopping now," he shook his head. "I really like you, Lo. When I'm with you I feel...normal. As kinda weird and incredibly not romantic that sounds. So, if you think you might be willing to deal with all my fucked up baggage, I'd like to try and give this a shot with you."

As Logan absorbed his words, her expression visibly shifted, a frown etching its way across her features while he spoke. The weight of his sadness hung in the air, tangible and heavy, pulling at her heartstrings with a desire to reach out, to offer solace or support in any way she could. Yet, guilt gnawed at her insides, a relentless reminder of her own actions. "Your sister. She sounded amazing." The moment her phone had buzzed with that cryptic message from an unknown stalker, compassion, and understanding had evaporated; she had turned and left without a word. In her defense, Logan was entangled in her own web of grief, still trying to navigate the murky waters following her sister's death, and this personal turmoil had inevitably colored her response to Malcolm's pain.

The revelation of his past imprisonment sent another sharp jolt through her heart. "Malcolm, I- I," she began, her voice trailing into uncertainty. What words could possibly mend such a wound? Apologies seemed inadequate, and reassurances felt hollow. "That's awful," she murmured, softer than she intended, her words barely more than a breath. Her hazel eyes, usually so full of life, fell to the ground in a moment of hesitation. Then with a gentle grace, Logan extended her arms, her touch light on his forearm, offering a silent solace. It was her way of conveying that she was there, firmly by his side. She wanted to be his support, his comfort, in any way she could, despite the awkwardness and the pain that wedged between their realities. The silence hung heavy in the air, a palpable barrier between them until, finally, she mustered the courage to lift her gaze and meet his. "You didn't deserve that," Logan said, her voice imbued with sincerity and a depth of feeling she couldn't fully express. She truly believed he didn't deserve the misfortune that had befallen him, the self-loathing that was not his to bear. "But," she added, a hint of optimism threading through her tone, "you found Tonopah. It's a fresh start, you know? That's what you deserve."

[arcadian-vampire]

Godd I tried to buy some Pokemon cards, so I sent the dude money through Paypal, but uh. Paypal is having issues? idk the payment would Not go through, despite both of our best efforts, so after 2 days of waiting I decided to just cancel the payment and try again

I cancelled, it says it refunded me, but the money is nowhere to be found 🤡 Fuck

I don't know if it's just taking a weirdly long time?? But Paypal is usually pretty quick

The dude I was buying from is pretty frustrated and I'm like I'm Sorry Sir I Do Not Control The Technology, I'm frustrated too

[askyancy]

hey yancy, i know it hurts seein him go... if you need to talk, i'm here for ya, yea? and hey, who knows! the Captain gets into all kinds of trouble.. he might end up at Happy Trails again some day, or come back for a visitation! Don't go losin hope bud.

I er.. I asked him about Visitation... Says he was just in the area to try n find clues fer his lost first mate. That he’s usually off at sea fer months if not years doesnt come t’ shore leave too often... Chances of ‘im bein back here is slim ya know? So.... 

-sniff- 

Ah anyways.. it’s fine.. Guy was too big anywayses... Took up my entire cell. Thoughts the top bunk was gonna come crashin down on me!