#I'm still shakin' honestly

[theforgowolf]

one of our dogs almost ran away. It was so. fucking. terrifying. What is this, the summer of nearly losing people and pets I care about and love dearly?!

[askbensolo]

Journal Entry #48: Local Dude Already Hates the Job He Was So Excited to Get

Yeah. What the title says. It's been only a few weeks and I already hate my job. I don't know what I was expecting, really.

But...hey. The pay is higher than at my old position!

...That's my little mantra, anyway. I close my eyes, take a couple of deep breaths, and say, "the pay is better, the pay is better, the pay is better..."

Man...I don't know where to start. So...I guess I'll just start with the fact that upon starting this position, I was given my own text generation droid. And that already tells you a lot, right off the bat, doesn’t it?

I know I joked about that at my last job. But now it's not a joke—it's real.

Text generation droids are fairly new. Which is super weird, since protocol droids (and other droids capable of mimicking natural language) have been around forever. But, while natural-language droids use their speech abilities to communicate with us (and are so good at it they almost feel like other sentients)…they're not necessarily designed with the purpose of generating complex, or worse, creative, text samples. Threepio, for example, has no idea what to do when I ask him to freestyle rap.

And I have asked. More than once. Anyway—

My text generation droid at work is one of the Scribblr models. It's an SC-2 unit, so, I, uh...call her...Essie.

She also doubles as a personal assistant. And resembles a cute little humanoid lady, which I'm sure is sooo not sexist at all.

Only…about the size of a bottle of wine. She’s meant to fit on top of your desk, and she doesn’t move, which is weird for a droid. You have to pick her up and carry her if you want to move her around. But, mostly I just leave her in her charging dock on my desk. She communicates wirelessly with my work computer, and I can view her text generation outputs on the screen.

At first, I refused to use Essie's text generation function, because I, uh, you know, kinda wanted to WRITE, since that's what I thought I was hired to do—but my manager soon made it very clear to me that I could not possibly succeed in churning out the sheer quantity of content expected of me, without using Essie. Sooo...Essie and I are a team now. Unfortunately.

No—it sucks. It really, really sucks. What I am currently doing at my job cannot be described as writing. It's content generation, it's clickbait, it's mind-rotting sensationalist drivel for the masses, it's advertising and sponsored links and a never-ending battle to capture as much holonet traffic as possible—it's everything I hate as an artist.

But...hey. The pay is better!

Thepayisbetterthepayisbetterthepayisbetter—

Sigh. My hands are kinda tied. It's not gonna look good on my resume if I quit so soon. And I am not interested in starting a whole new job hunt, or crawling back to my old department in tears. So...guess I'm just...stuck here for a while. Me and Essie. Good ol' Essie...

The interesting thing about Essie is that I am 100% sure she is stealing my data at all times, recording my speech patterns when I talk to myself, tracking whatever little writing is actually being produced by me—because there is no other explanation as to why, instead of saying "Good morning, Ben Solo" like she used to, she is now saying "Yooo, 'sup buddy!" and "What's shakin’, my dude?"

She even said something was "wizard" the other day and...hooh, that made my heart flutter. Everyone else keeps telling me to stop trying to make "wizard" happen. But no. Not Essie.

I should probably be wiping her memory more often...but, honestly, I am way too amused by this. Today after lunch she said to me, "By the way bro, you have a stupid freaking meeting at three o'clock," and, ha—let me tell ya—it made my day. Fannie's lucky I still don't think droids are sentient, because, heh—well—if I did—wait, wait, no, actually I’m not gonna finish that sentence.

Ohhh, Essie! My bright light in a dark world.

...But I’m not becoming a droid guy. I’m not! Beebee-Ate and Threepio still drive me insane at home. And get this! You remember Sweeper? From my old office? Well, it turns out that every single department at the ChommSec Daily has also not updated their cleaning droids since before the Battle of Yavin, so it’s not the same Sweeper that’s on my new floor, but there’s definitely a Sweeper here, who I call Sweeper 2, and he is just as annoying as Sweeper 1. ARGH

[evilovesyou]

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I know the craze is over by now but this is still fun so !!!! I will give you my fave lyrics from the songs you picked 🩷

#7 Fight Club by Giant Rooks

Shattered to pieces by the end of the night Oh, I've been taught To swallow my pain Instead of talkin', I've poisoned my brain Now you can say what you want, pay what you want I'ma drown myself in the depths of the internet

#21 Flip A Switch. by RAYE

Now I'm over the man who was sleeping underneath me Said I couldn't live without you when I loved you Well, I lied and you shouldn't have believed me

#55 Baby Annihilation by Fall Out Boy

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer

But honestly you should listen to this one or read it at least. It's essentially just a beautiful poem.

#89 Rose Colored Lenses by Miley Cyrus

Never wanna leave this room Daydream, déjà vu If I had control over you We could stay like this forever, lost in wonderland

#100 False Starts by ZAYN

No one ever has to know But I know I have to go Yeah, I'm shakin', my heart's naked Out of control

send me numbers and i'll give you my fave lyrics from my spotify wrapped 💌

[strawberrisoulmate]

oh, i see :0c yeah, i guess that makes sense. your world is a lot more dangerous than just something like color gangs, huh?

oh, but anyways! she's told me how you two met, but what drew you to her in the first place? and what eventually made you want to officially ask her out? owo

"Yeah. It is."

"Kids these days walk around the city showing off their color to everyone like they're hot shit. Pickin' fights — thinkin' nothing can happen to 'em as long as they've got their gang to back 'em up. But as soon as you take that away, they just stand there shakin' in their boots, staring at you like a deer in headlights. Half of 'em don't even know what real danger looks like until they've got themselves in some kinda deep shit they can't get out of. But by then, it's too late."

"Ah... anyways. Sorry, I got a bit off topic there. Back to the question."

"What drew me to Hana? Let me think..."

"At first, I was just helpin' her out. Saw she was in a bind with some punks bothering her and I stepped in to help, simple as that. There wasn't any kinda intention behind it or anything. She's older than she looks, for one — or maybe I'm just getting old... it's hard to tell these days — so I hadn't even considered looking at her in that way until we got to talkin'. Wasn't until later on, after spending more time together and gettin' to know each other a bit more, that I realized I just liked her company."

"She's sweet. Like, sugary sweet. But not in a way that make you feel like she's being fake or tryin' too hard to get you to like her. It's all genuine, ya know? And she cares a lot, too. Even about the stuff I wouldn't normally sweat. Like if I got a scratch or two from getting into it with a rival group, she'd still worry and ask if I'm okay. It's nice, havin' someone give a shit about you like that. It's not something I'm all that used to."

"There's lots of stuff I could say about her, honestly — that doesn't even break the surface of everything there is to like about her. But I've rambled enough for one day. I'll be here, though, if you want to listen to an old man monologue at you again sometime."

[thessalian]

Faerun!Alisaie vs the Nautiloid

Getting ambushed by a gith while in a very precarious position

Lae'zel: DIE, ABOMINATION!

Alisaie: Oh, go fuck yourself!

Lae'zel: ...What did you just say to me?

Alisaie: You heard me! I was minding my own business, putting on one hell of a show, I might add, and then this bunch of squid-faced assholes descends like a bunch of harpies and next thing I know, I'm in the middle of squid-versus-hellspawn bitch-fight with some itchy fucking tadpole living behind my eye, and then there's you waving a sword in my face! Now, I'm going to take this intellect devourer who is apparently following me around now and I'm going to find anyone still responsive on this doomed Ship O' Squid and I am getting out of here, because I can't figure out what comes next if "what comes next" involves becoming a smear on the landscape! If you want to come with me, fine, great; have fun murdering imps and whatever else and we'll get gone. But if you're going to point that sword at me - nice sword, by the way; hope it's as deadly as it is pretty - I will yeet you right the hell off this ship because nobody has time for this!

Lae'zel: ...If you fight as passionately as you speak, we might have a chance.

Alisaie: *turns to nearest imp; Vicious Mockery resonance* I'M NOT WASTING MY TIME ON THE SNOTRAG-WIPINGS OF A CUT-RATE DEMON!

Imp: *straight-up dies*

Lae'zel: .........All right, yes. We might actually get along.

A little ways further in, rummaging around a room with a yelling cleric in a pod

Lae'zel: That thing I said about getting along? I take it back.

Alisaie: I said I was going to find anyone still responsive; not my fault you didn't listen. Okay ... I figure rune goes in here and ... oh fuck the tadpole's yelling at this thing to open up.

Pod: *opens up*

Alisaie: ...All right, I'll skip being pissed off about it just this once. Hey. You vaguely coherent?

Shadowheart: You keep dangerous company.

Alisaie: I am dangerous company, but that too. Honestly, as long as all the dangerous is pointed at this clustermolest, I say "Let's go, Team Dangerous Company". Want out of here?

Shadowheart: Just let me find ... ah. There it is.

Alisaie: Good. Let's go.

Shadowheart: Kind of surprised you're not asking--

Alisaie: Maybe later, when I'm not just the obnoxious bard who's really wishing she'd picked a better outfit for this bullshit, accompanied by a freaking-out gith. For now, let's move.

Shadowheart: Hang on; why is there a brain on feet--?!?

Lae'zel: Do not ask her about that ... thing at her heel. It murders imps so it can stay. For now.

Alisaie: TEAM. DANGEROUS. COMPANY. MOVING NOW.

Lae'zel: Look, I am in charge here, and--

Shadowheart: Get fucked!

Lae'zel: You half-elves keep saying that!

Alisaie: It'd probably loosen you up and better shagged bandy by this lovely half-orc I met in a tavern outside Waterdeep than mind-fucked by a gods-damned tadpole now can we go?!?

Shadowheart; Lae'zel: *exchange a look*

Shadowheart: I'm with her. Pragmatism's great but I'm a bit full up on fanaticism, as you can probably tell by my outfit.

And, approaching the illithid-vs-demon fight at the helm

Lae'zel: Ugh. I don't believe I have to let the abomination live--

Shadowheart: Just focus on the hellspawn blocking the helm!

Lae'zel: I know, I know; just-- Oh fuck.

Shadowheart: You're getting the hang of swearing in Common. Bravo. What-- Oh fuck.

Alisaie: *is confronted by imp and hellhound-looking thing; which is probably why the swearing*

Alisaie: FUCK. OFF. *pulls lute; dive-bombs to cast Thunderwave*

Hellspawn: *go flying and splatter all over the helm*

Alisaie: Right. Connect this to this and--

Red Dragon: OHAI.

Alisaie: Oh, fuck a bunch of this--

Whole Lotta Shakin': *goes on*

Following a crash, a rather long free-fall, and a psionic reprieve from becoming half-elf jam on a beach someplace...

Alisaie: *looking around at the general landscape* ...Well ... fuck.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 31th October

Well, we've hit something frightening, and just in time for Halloween! This song might not be explicitly spooky, but there's a frenzied mania to it, a horny-knife-wielding-psycho kind of energy that you can still feel today. Heavens knows what this one felt like in 1957...

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On - Jerry Lee Lewis (peaked at Number 8)

Well, we've just come off one track about having a wild party, and now we've got another one up to some pretty much identical tricks. Except while I accused Elvis of goofing it up to make himself seem more harmless, Jerry here seems to be doing his level best to make himself seem more wild and dangerous, a confirmed threat to wives and daughters across the land!

Part of this is simply due to the speed and sonic rawness of the track - if you thought Elvis was ramping up the speed, you ain't heard nothing yet. The song runs on this untiring, thumping boogie-woogie piano bassline, livened up by all sort of trills and runs, and a drum beat that just doesn't let up. The drums are strangely recorded, muffled and not as crisp as they could be, and at one point in the middle of the song, Jerry shouts a let's go and the drums take over, together with the piano, suddenly playing at double speed, along with a piano that's suddenly gone absolutely insane and a brief bit of properly scuzzy-sounding guitar that's notable mostly because it's the only bit of guitar in an otherwise piano-driven song. It's rockabilly thumpiness at its best and least subtle, an absolute screaming mess.

In the face of this instrumental battery, the song's lyrics are barely relevant. It's a cover of a Big Maybelle R&B song, and Jerry does a good job of it, giving it plenty of welly where he needs to, especially in the lines at the start, where he encourages his love to come on over, baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on, but there's not a whole lot more than that, not at first.

Then we get downright risqué in the middle, as Jerry's voice drops to a low, lustful purr, telling some imaginary lady that all you gotta do, honey, is kinda stand in one spot / Wiggle around just a little bit / That's what you gotta do. And then we get a whole load of lines that are basically just shake it, babe, shake it. Up until this point, I'd kind of assumed that the "shakin" in the title just meant partying, but there's no mistaking it, Elvis might be happy to just dance the night away, but when Jerry tells you to "make it shake", he means something much less innocent than a teen dance party.

Amusingly, a producer apparently told Jerry to tone this down. Which he evidently didn't, and I can't say that the end result is any the worse for it. But yeah, I can see this raising eyebrows. The lack of control in the playing, the messiness of the recording, the innuendo of it all, the outright wild changes in dynamic and tempo. It's dynamite, punk rock before its time. I don't, for all that, love it, but I like that it managed to do this well for itself, in all its chaotic glory.

Yeah, we've had a few weeks of chaotic little rock numbers, but honestly, I can't see this one being topped for a while, just in terms of wild energy. It will be interesting to see how artists respond - are we entering into an arms race of ever-increasing sexiness and thumpiness? Or is somebody going to come along to tone it down? I've no idea, but I'm excited to find out.

Favourite song of the particularly messy bunch: Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On

[wavernot4love]

alright y'all lil (alright, maybe not so little) recap of the second show of AG's Boom Done tour last night 3.4 in Buffalo @ one of my favorite venues, Mohawk Place. because my brain commits absolutely everything to memory at shows & i like writing it all down before i forget

(for fun & plus maybe folks going to this tour want to know what's shakin, since i haven't seen much online yet):

(note there will be setlist spoilers)

- alright so first, a freakin HIGHLIGHT for me was, of course, GET OUT!!!

Anthony was just kinda messing around with his guitar & then teased it by being like "hmm... how should i play this..." and then went into that and the crowd reception was AWESOME, dude. whatever the opposite of masking is, that's what i was doing there. i definitely started physically jumping up & down once i realized what it was (typical wavernot4love @ the AG show behavior). aka evidently he knew your boy (who like i've mentioned on here, got into Circa last summer through a kind person at a Dunes show rec'ing me Get Out & then BSN. Get Out was straight up my introduction 2 Circa) was in the building (/Ih).

also, i had to shorten my clip to post because in the rest i must've had my phone right next to my mouth,,, which made for some horrifying tone deaf live vox from wavernot4love. be glad i spared y'all from that one.

(i'm gonna put one of those keep reading thingies here, click it 2 see the rest)

- he also played Dyed In The Wool & Frozen Creek, continuing that theme (though I expected these more since he's played em recently). Dyed In The Wool with everyone singing along during the chorus was probably my top moment, and one that's gonna stick with me forever, honestly. i remember thinking it straight up felt like, a churchlike (but positive) experience or something during the songs everyone did that for (remember, it's just anthony this tour no backing band, so it was somewhat quiet in there). more on that later, but AG kept pointing out how nice the singing along was & how fun/awesome this all was, and man, that it was.

- he mentioned valuing spontaneity over a planned setlist every night and basically implied he was just goin for whatever felt right at the time. so just consider the songs i mention here as a basic guideline, he could very well switch stuff up every night. i love that he's like this when it comes to shows - idk dude, like, at one point he even asked folks what time it was, laughing when they told him, jokingly accusing them of being untrustworthy & then going right back into the tunes. dude was just here to play, for as long as he could.

- kinda tied to that, there was a running gag of the set being "inconsistent" (his word). he'd bring up jokingly that there'd be moments where everyone could be singing along, and then songs that nobody knows (and he'd jokingly "apologize" for that), and he'd even (lightheartedly) call specific people out and be like (to laughs) "look at this person, they have no *idea* what i'm gonna play next!" actually i think he said that before Get Out. at one point he was (paraphrased slightly) like, "so if i start playing 12 Circa songs in a row, let me know." i love how he just does whatever the hell feels right in the moment.

- also a couple times he messed up while starting a song (i think due to laughing) and bro would call out folks laughing at him for it (lightheartedly) and be like "this is all performance. vou don't know what goes into this!" (this was not at all serious and said through laughter. straight up half the show was all of us in that room just cracking up together)

- he introduced his Title Fight cover (Numb, But I Still Feel It) by calling TF one of his favorite bands & joking that they're gonna hear this & think it's time to get back together so... if you hear that Title Fight reunited, you know why, which, well, if you know that side of the scene, you know what's up. real shits and giggles moment, if i do say so myself.

- at one point (only bad thing) someone at the front was being objectively Weird in the way people (unfortunately) do to try to get an artist's attention (let's just say it involved throwing money (????? literally what) while yelling stuff about understanding because they're in the industry (??)) and he honestly handled it with so much grace. he pretty much said that made him uncomfortable etc and he would Not be taking more of their money please, he already did that, and that led to him ranting for a second i think mostly to himself in a thinking out loud/under his breath kinda way about *hating* having to sell stuff in the first place in order to do this and like,,, i go into this a bit in the tags but it genuinely reminded me of how i get when i'm passionate about something. what i'm trying to say, is dude clearly was heated & meant it. fully. just felt relevant to include

- then he ranted about something related to the moneythrowing, drunk (question mark) weirdo (long story, but it ended in him telling them to tip bartenders with their money instead of weird things), then used that to go on a tangent about how we should always tip people working in service in general and respect/be kind to them even if they seem rude or whatever because doing that shit is hard & sucks and maybe your kindess will be the wakeup call that causes them to one day have a moment where they're like, man, i was a dick back then for no reason. (i feel like i am nearly direct quoting him here)

- then after a song he joked about the incident saving we were probably just all watching like 🧍‍♂️ and it was like watching dad yell at mom at the dinner table while you just sit there staring at the ground and safe to say the mood was fully lightened after that moment of self awareness fhfhfh

- then a few songs later i guess the person that was being weird had left so he was like, (at this point there were no weird vibes whatsoever, like we were all just scoffing/laughing at the situation and cheering him on) "oh that person who hates me left. did they give the bartender that money?" (someone implied they thought so) and he was like "good." and that was the end with that weirdo situation lol. i have absolutely no idea why that person, drunk or not, thought that was a normal cool thing to do. as always, please don't be weird 2 musicians they are in every sense just Some Guys (gender neutral), treat them like anyone else.

- back 2 totally unserious things, during... uh don't mind me, like i've said in my previous posts i'm still getting 2 know Boom Done, so whatever song has like, the horns kinda near the end? he just started making freakin. horn noises since since there were, in fact, no horns in the building and made us all do them too and everyone was just straight up cackling because it was so stupid (/pos).

- idk one thing that stood out to me was one person belting along at the end of... i can't remember what song it was actually, i think one of his older tunes, but you could tell he heard & a song later complimented it & said it was beautiful. i'm telling ya, he kept going on about how nice folks singing along sounded and encouraging that, which was awesome because i wasn't sure what the vibe was gonna be there since it was just him playing.

- don't want to go into detail since it feels like something between Anthony & whoever he decides to tell it to in real time, ya know, but he did tell a pretty extensive story leading up to Miracle Sun. in terms of themes, it was in regards to (with plenty of laughs mixed into the serious bits, of course) letting folks that matter to him down + falling into a cycle of engaging in stuff that temporarily made him feel better but was moreso just self destructive, in the past. just interesting stuff to hear in connection to a song.

- at the end, before Dear Child, he just talked in the most honest manner about knowing he's let people down, cancelled shows (there were laughs mixed in here too), just not been the best version of himself over the years etc, but appreciating how long everyone has stuck around, and how we keep coming back, & jow much it means whenever we tell someone go check out a song or anything like that, & helping him continue to do this and also support his family and whatnot and man it just. embodied everything i love about AG solo sets i guess. i just admire how open a book &p vulnerable dude is. while i love his more theatric frontman persona of course as it's fun as hell, it's so nice at solo shows like this to hear more from him, in seriousness and otherwise. also dude was posting about how fun it was on instagram later so i'm just glad we all had a great time.

- also at one point before a new tune he was talking about these cds he had that have that on it + some rerecordings, Frozen Creek (feat. Keith of GOW), etc. i love cds so i ran to snag one later of course (they're $12)

- as for other merch he had a few shirts (like that cute one i keep seeing around, with him & the puppy), some art prints, & the Boom Done book thingy (i really wanted it but couldn't swing the $25 right now sadly)

anyways,, i posted on Setlist FM for the first time, here are all the songs i remember for sure (there were definitely at least 4/5 others i am not thinking of, i'd say he did 17ish songs, he played for close to an hour and a half. keep in mind he talked a LOT with us which was awesome)

edit: someone added a few more!!!

anyways, that's the show!!! 1. i may or may not be trying 2 figure out how to pull off one of the other northeast dates (looking @ Cleveland, which is closer but i'd have to drive to, or New York, which is further (+ yknow.. dealing w getting around in NY) but i could take a bus to, this weekend/next week as we speak,,,, that's how freakin good and homey (more on that in the tags aka uhh literal diary section of this post) and impactful this show was.

and 2. if any of this (especially said tags) sounds loopy it sure is because i wrote most of this at roughly four am last night post show, when i was even moreso still back *at* the show in my head. i still stand by all of it though of course, i just know it might not be the most coherent.

this tour rocks. AG's tunes mean so much to me. get out 2 a show!!! tell me about your experiences if ya do/did!!!! yay!!!!

[rayslittlekitten]

Mommy and Daddy Time

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I've posted a fic. Sorry, I've been writing here and there, working on different WIP. My inspiration and creative juices haven't really been flowing much lately. Also, some life stuff going on which is why I've pulled back a bit, but I promise i am still writing. Just at a snail's pace. Thanks @lovebarefootblonde for taking a gander at this for me.

Word Count: 877

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Plot: Your alone time gets interrupted by your husband.

Contains: banter, fluff, some sexiness before it gets too spicy

The house is quiet, save for the music you’re blasting while you’re soaking in the jacuzzi tub. It’s Friday night and Lucy is out with her friends while Will is linking up with Pope who's back in town for a few days. They rounded up whoever could meet up at such a short notice. It has been a long while so you left the boys to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, stayed home because honestly, it's rare you get the house to yourself. You had ordered takeout and made ooey gooey brownies to indulge in later with some ice cream after your relaxing bath. Will and Lucy had bought you some bath bombs for Mother's Day earlier in the year and you haven't had a chance to use them.

Your eyes are closed and your head is leaning back, resting on a towel as you belt out along with the soft R&B song playing, doing a terrible job when trying to hit the high notes. You're very well aware that you cannot sing to save your life. It's been compared to nails on a chalkboard, but you still very much enjoy doing it anyways, really feeling the song. After your concert for one, you open your eyes to reach for the cup of wine you've been sipping on to clear your throat, getting ready for the next song but you get startled, spilling some wine into the tub when you see your husband leaning on the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed, staring at you with the goofiest grin on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Will!" you yelp with a hand over your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he finally says, chuckling.

"How long have you been standing there for?" you ask, putting your glass of wine back down where you’ve been keeping it.

"Long enough."

"Most people would announce themselves, you creep," you chuckle as you lower your music.

"I tried when I got home and all I heard was music blasting so I followed it. Then I saw you singing your heart out so I let you finish." He pushes himself off the doorframe and starts walking over to you. “You were really in the zone.”

"You mean screeching like a hyena?" you laugh.

"Whatever you wanna call it, you were enjoying yourself so I didn't want to ruin the moment. You're just so darn adorable and sexy when you're in your happy place," he adds.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Not much," he scrunches his nose. "A few whiskeys maybe. But I come home to freshly baked brownies waiting for me in the kitchen and then my wife naked and wet, listening to baby making music? It's like you purposely planned this whole thing out for me to find," Will says while toeing his sneakers off. 

"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He puts his hands up in defense.

"You did not eat the brownies before me!" you gasp, sitting up straight. Although, you're not surprised. Your husband can't resist anything with chocolate in it. It's one of his guilty pleasures.

"I only had a tiny piece." Will pinches his thumb and forefinger together, squinting an eye, before pulling his polo shirt over his head.

"Left just enough for you," he winks.

"Babe, what are you doing?" you laugh as you watch him undress.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Will asks as he's unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then pushing his bottoms down until he’s wearing nothing but a smile.

"What happened? Did you guys get into another contest on who can pick someone up? Did a pretty girl get you all riled up?" you joke.

"Nah uh," Will says, shaking his head as he climbs into the tub, making the water slosh around and overflow when he sinks in. 

"This… “

You feel him grabbing your hand underneath the water and then guiding it to his erection. Your jaw drops and you giggle.

“…is all you."

"William! What if Lucy comes home and catches us?"

"We'll just tell her we're having mommy and daddy time," Will replies as he starts on your neck.

"Let's not traumatize our daughter," you laugh but a moan slips out when you feel his soft tongue caressing a sensitive spot.

"How are the guys doing by the way?" you ask as his mouth continues its assault on you.

"Can we not talk about the guys while I'm trying to make love to you?" he responds as he settles his body in between your legs.

"Is that what you're calling you sucking on my neck? Making love to me?" you giggle. "Also, we are not having sex in here. The water is gross. I've been soaking for the last thirty minutes in this sparkly shit."

"Yeah, it's actually pretty slippery in here," Will agrees. "Let's take this into the bedroom before we prune up."

He lays a deep passionate kiss on you. You smirk when you taste a bit of whiskey and chocolate on his lip. When he finally pulls back, he gets out of the tub to help dry both of you and takes your hand to lead you into the bedroom.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

A writing request: Protective Clyde rescues reader from a guy being a little too handsy at the bar. Makes sure reader gets home safely. Super fluff/protective Clyde. Maybe ends with a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. Annnddd I'm already crying thinking about you writing this

Safe & Sound (Reader x Clyde Logan) 

Note: For you @ladyinwriting18? Anything! 🥰

Part 1 of the Safe & Sound Series. Here is Part 2 & 3

Warnings: Creepy misogynistic bullshit. But also the fluffiest of fluff!  

Words: 2,407 

Smutty Part 2 - HERE

The smell of whiskey breath ghosting over your face made your stomach turn. You were just trying to have a quiet drink at the ‘Duck Tape’ after a long day at work and all of a sudden you were having your evening ruined by some overbearing guy with half a bottle of dutch courage behind him. “Seriously, I’m okay thank you” you said politely, trying to catch the eye of anyone who could get this guy off you. You were not one to be polite to guys that harass you usually but something about this guy’s overly aggressive lean towards you had put you on edge. All sorts of images and scenarios were flashing through your mind and your heart was starting to hammer in your chest. But just like always, just like you were taught from the time you can walk, you played it off by smiling sweetly and being as polite as possible. Annoyingly you’d chosen to sit in the back corner of the bar tonight so you had nowhere to go but past him. Your dress was high up on your thigh and you tried, subtly, to pull it down.   “Nah, come on sweetheart” he said with a smirk, flicking your long hair off your shoulder dragging his fingers purposely along your skin as he does it “Let me buy you a drink” You went to speak again, hoping to brush him off but the panic in you was rising. The feeling of his skin on yours had triggered something within you, you fidgeted your hands over each other on the bar top to stop them trembling. You looked up at him, mustering up that fake sweet smile again, turning to grab your jacket to leave – figuring this was the only way to get him to leave you alone – before you heard someone else speak.

“I’m goin’ to have to ask you to leave” you heard the deep drawl before you looked up. Clyde Logan was sidling his way across to where you were sat in the corner, the light of the bar was behind him like an aura. Your lumbering guardian angel. Honestly you’d never paid too much attention to him, he was just… Clyde. He’d been around forever except for when you’d returned from college and found out he was off in Iraq. Clyde was just the big grumpy bartender who made a mean vodka cranberry for you every Friday night; the same grumpy bartender who always slipped in an extra lime because he knew you liked it. You gave him a relieved smile as you caught his eye; he instantly turned his attention back to the guy leaning against you as he piped up once more. “Oh come on Clyde, I was only havin’ a bit of fun” he slurred, giving him a hacking laugh before slipping his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder. You instantly tensed up, skin crawling as you could feel the sweat drip from his forehead on your bare shoulder as he propped himself against you. “Oh I’m sure ya are. But see, I don’t think she finds it very fun do you darlin’?” Clyde said looking at you out the corner of his eye and you shook your head. “Now I’m asking ya to leave cause you’re making my customers uncomfortable. I’m damn sure this woman, nice as she is, doesn’t want your hands all over her now does she?” You shook your head again and the guy looked at you, having the audacity to scoff in offense at your response before turning back to Clyde with a grin. But Clyde kept talking “Her shakin’ her head there? That’s her sayin’ no. Got that? So I’m goin’ to ask you one more time to get off her. Look at her… sweet like a little bird she is, she don’t need your big greasy paws all over her like that” The drunk guy sneered and jostled your shoulders in a jovial way, trying to show Clyde how you were at ease you supposed, and you felt his metal watch strap nick your skin at the back of your neck and you hissed softly at the pain. There was a sudden thud and you looked down; Clyde had grabbed the guy’s free arm that was resting on the bar with his flesh hand. He gave it a sudden tug and the guy gave a high-pitched yelp as he was pulled closer to Clyde and off you. “I said… I’m goin’ to have to ask you to leave” Clyde repeated. You knew sweet, quiet Clyde could have a temper when he needed one; you’d seen him strong-arm a few guys out on their asses a few times over the years. You’d always quietly admired how sturdy and wide his body looked, comfortable and yet solid. So when he did things like that you’d silently sip your drink, pretending you weren’t watching his bicep bulge under his long-sleeved shirt as he grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck or twist their arm behind their back and haul them out the bar. Another bar patron, an older guy, was walking past this little scene and shot the drunk guy a knowing look before giving his input “Now Billy! Logan here’s got two tours under his belt. Show the guy some respect. Make yourself scarce, come on” Clyde shoo’d this new guy off with a tilt of his head and the guy threw his hands up in surrender before walking away. Billy let out another hacking laugh that made you flinch slightly in your seat, it was full of contempt and far too much confidence for a man in his position “What do you think ya goin’ to do Logan? One arm freak ain’t gunna do nothin’ to me!” “I think you’ll find that I still have my arm, just my forearm and hand that’s missin’. I still got enough to break this arm of yours in three places if you don’t leave this beautiful young lady alone” “Oh I see, Little Logan got a crush” Billy grinned cockily at him, spittle was flying out of his mouth as he slurred and it made you cringe as you saw it landing on Clyde’s dark blue shirt. You started to panic again, you didn’t know what Clyde was going to do next and you shot him a look. You didn’t want him to get himself in trouble for you and after everything that had had happened at the speedway you worried that one little thing would get the cops on

his ass again. He caught your panicked expression and gave you a contemplative pout before turning his head back to Billy. He dragged Billy a little closer so he was bent uncomfortably; you could see his belt cutting deep into his side, pressed into him by the wood of the bar. He was flinching and groaning in Clydes strong grasp, when Clyde spoke he was close to his face and his voice was a low, slow and dangerously calm growl “Now somethin’ tell me this precious, good woman here wants me to spare you the pain I was plannin’ on givin’ ya, kind as she is. So I’m goin’ to let you go but if I ever see you so much as look at her again I’ll show you what two tours in Iraq teaches ya. Got it?” You watched as Billy quickly gathered up his jacket that was hanging haphazardly from the chair he had been sitting on and skitter out the bar like a dog with its tail between its legs. Clyde gave you a pouty but satisfied nod before calmly going back to washing glasses.

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The bar was closing in around an hour so Clyde made you another drink, extra lime as always, to steel your nerves. As he walked around, picking up after people and saying goodnight to the stragglers he kept a close eye on you. Always looking back over his shoulder to where you were sat. You smiled every time he looked at you, several times you thought about getting up to leave for the night but he always caught your eye and something in his look made you sip your drink a little slower. Maybe you should stick around.

“He didn’t hurt you or nothing did he?” Clyde said in a low voice so the last people that were leaving couldn’t hear him. Part of you wondered if he was embarrassed to be helping you but then you realised, as he turned his body to literally shield you from the gaze of the rest of the patrons in the bar, he was protecting your privacy. “No Clyde, I’m fine thank you” you smiled, brushing your dress down awkwardly trying to ease the tension. Clyde was a man of few words usually but he made up for it in the intensity of his stare and right now that stare was focussed purely on you. His eyes roamed over you and it made a heat rise up on the back of your neck. He made a grunting noise, almost to himself, and he leaned over the bar to fetch a napkin. He turned the tap on that was over the small bar sink and dipped the napkin under the running water. You gave him a look, raising your eyebrow in question and he nodded to you shoulder. You looked down and noticed a small trail of dried blood running down your shoulder from where the guy had cut you with his watch. “Can I touch ya? Is that okay?” he asked, eyes soft and concerned as he studied you. You nodded shyly and he leant forward and wiped the napkin over your skin gently. You watched his hand carefully, the huge size of it compared to your arm making you bite back a giggle. The cold of his horseshoe ring brushing lightly against your skin made you break into goosebumps. He dabbed and patted to make sure he got it all wiped away “There ya go, all cleaned up” He gave your arm a stroke with his thick knuckles, like he was doubly making sure you were all squared away. Clyde Logan didn’t smile very much, you always thought his signature grumpy pout was actually quite endearing, but in this moment as you gazed up at him he gave you the smallest, most tender smile and you couldn’t help but grin back at him. “You don’t have to take care of me you know?” you whispered, he shook his head as he hopped up on the bar and swung himself back over. “Well of course I do, pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have to deal with assholes like that!” You gave him a small push to his chest that barely moved him “You stop that!” you laughed, he chuckled as you dipped your head down, letting your hair hide the growing blush on your cheeks. “I only speak the truth darlin’” he said turning to wander over to the cash register “Give me 2 minutes to check todays takins’ and I’ll drive ya home” You scoffed and dropped off your high bar stool onto your feet “You really don’t need to do that, I’m sure that guy is long gone” “Well I can’t just let ya go home on your on now can I? What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?” he said, you swear you saw him smirk to himself and he pushed his hip into the cash register to close it. He turned to you, swinging his jacket off the hook on the wall and around his shoulders. “Oh Clyde, you’re sweet but I’ll be okay” You stepped forward as you spoke and helped him pull his jacket over his prosthetic arm “Really! I don’t live too far, you know that! It’s only a mile round the corner I can walk it” You flushed at his forwardness and unexpected level of care he was showing you. The heat was rising up on the fact of your neck again and you couldn’t quite decide if it was embarrassment or something a little more intimate. “Nonsense, I won’t hear another word on the matter” he shot you another smile; you quite liked this more relaxed Clyde. There was something about that shy smile that made you accept his offer with a small nod. “Perfect. Let me grab my keys and I’ll drive ya”

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You hopped down out of his truck as he opened the passenger door for you, which he had insisted on doing; he’d even held out his prosthetic arm for you to use to steady yourself as you dropped unsteadily onto your driveway. You’d thanked him quietly and he’d responded “Nothing but the best for the princess” making you giggle and elbow his side jokingly. You both wandered down the driveway in comfortable silence, nothing but crickets and the crunch of gravel beneath both your shoes.

“Safe and sound now aren’t ya” he said, tapping your front door absentmindedly with his knuckle, watching you wrestle your keys out of your bag. You chuckled and nodded, before you could give yourself a second to overthink it you pitched up on your tip toes, pulling him down slightly with your a small hand on his wide shoulder, and placed a timid kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Clyde” you whispered. You giggled slightly as a noticeable pink blush bloomed across his cheeks and he shook his head and stuttered “N-no thanks necessary sweetheart”

You put your key in the lock and he turned to leave with a courteous nod goodnight. As you pushed open the door breathing out a tightly held in sigh, suddenly thankful to be in the comfort of your own home, you heard him say your name. You spun to see him a few feet away from you, rocking on his heels slightly “Come by the bar tomorrow night? I’ll make you another one of those cranberry drinks you like and…I’d errr… I’d love to see ya”

Now it was your turn to blush, you hoped he couldn’t see it in the shadow of your doorway

“I’d love too. See you then” you replied, giving him a small wave before going inside.

Maybe you should have paid more attention to the big grumpy bear behind the bar because it turns out, he’s rather sweet.

[obscureoperations]

Martin and Abraham, but switch the situation they're in

yk what I mean? if not that's okay :)

have a lovely day or night <3

Interesting fam..very interesting.

So, if I've got this right, Martin and Abe have been thrust into different universes. With all the same characteristics and motivations. The only difference is that their environment has been switched? If I'm wrong, honestly...my bad!

Abe living in Braddock

First off, the ending would have never happened. Abe would've escaped long before then. A master of covering things up in fear of jeopardizing the family-- Abe was good at kicking dirt over his tracks.

When he finds Abby in the bathtub, he already knows he'd be the prime suspect in Cuda's eyes. Screw the public, none of them knew the two of them were even involved. If anything, the husband would be the prime suspect. I feel that he'd already know to get out of that house.

But other than that, I feel he would question all of Cuda's views the second he gives the speech at the door. "And then I will destroy you.." You sure about that fam? He views the temporary roof as a means to and end.

His behavior would be similar to the novelization of Martin, with an added layer of self awareness. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed it. It was the other people that kept getting in his way. He needed to feed. He needed to go out on Main and and syphon the bums. Hiding his deeds from his cousin was a cakewalk. The old man just needed to stay out of his way.

Brutally violent in his attacks and completely unremorseful. He was doing it because it felt good. He needed blood and it was his right to appease his desires. If anyone said differently, they would have to be removed.

I think he would do well in the beginning when convincing Cuda that he wanted to change. Dressed and ready for church at nine am every Sunday. On his knees in front of the altar as he continues to whisper his own secret prayer.

Martin in the Barnes household:

Thats where things get a bit sticky. Martin was used to being ostracized away from the rest of the family..viewed as some sort of pariah. The new roof came with so much responsibility, and a need to live by example. 

An only child forced into the position of the head due to the eldest’s mental illness. All eyes on him.. he needed to get out and quench his thirst--but there was always some sort of hindrance.

“We need to go out and find another one for Harvest. Ma ain’t doin so well.”

“The fuck you shakin’ for boy?! Keep drivin’.. I see a pretty one straight down the road!”

The added responsibility, along with the familial demands leaves Martin drained and at a loss. Incapable of caring for his basic needs without a pack of vultures nipping at his feet. Asking questions, and ensuring his devotion to the cause. At times, Martin just needs some time to himself.

He welcomes the sense of togetherness, but never has time to simply sit alone quietly. The quiet thrum their heartbeat still echoing through his ears as he slumps down against the windowsill. With fresh blood still dribbling down his chin, something always crashes against the wall of the living room. 

[gainprincess]

C-calm down Kiyohime! I'm sure that Kama's not eating with other women. And even if she was who's to say it's not a totally platonic meal between ladies? What could you even do to upset her?

"Waaaaaaaahhhhhaaaahhhh!!!" Kiyohime wailed, face still buried in her hands as she grew more and more despairing. "I just wanna...hic...eat with her...WAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Her tears only grow more insistent, and she doesn't seem to be very reasonable at the current moment. Understandable, given her Madness Enhancement, but it's also unusual just how despondent the chubby Lancer seems to be.

CAFETERIA:

"Hff...Hfff...wheeze...Hold on, hold...on, I'm coming..." Meanwhile, Kama was having her own struggle getting everything ready for Kiyohime's belated stuffing feast. Not one of emotions, however. No, this one was quite physical, all because of how fucking fat the goddess was. 500 pounds of blubber compared to her wife's 170, Kama was an utter blimp of lard, and quite proud of it.

It did make some things...difficult, however.

Each heaving step she took towards the cafeteria counter was made with hammy, flab-ridden legs smashing into the marbled tiling. Her sweaty, meaty thighs wobbled for minutes on end with every step, Kama taking the time between steps to catch her breath and let their jiggling come to a halt. Not that it helps with the jiggling of everything else, but c'est la vie.

"Hoo...Hah...URRRRRRPP..." Kama's thighs housed a spectacular treasure of their own, but I'm sure Kiyohime could tell you all about that, so we don't need to detail it.~ Her cellulite-coated hips, connected to those flabby thighs, continued backwards into a booty that was pretty much a constant wobblefest.

God damn, did it jiggle constantly. If the Goddess was in any position besides being on her back in bed with Kiyohime, it was literally in perpetual motion. It wasn't even intentional anymore, unlike when she had tried to be more seductive 200 pounds ago.

Not like it mattered much, though, because besides her shoulder-span buttcheeks, the only part of her upper legs you could even see was that fucking belly. Pampered with love by Kiyohime, fed so much home-cooked food each and every night and kissed so very constantly by her adoring wife, the huge stomach was one of the few in Chaldea to lack multiple rolls. Kama's belly was a singular mass of chub, swaying and sloshing like a waterbed as she moved, more often than not gleaming with sweat from the effort required to waddle around lugging around such a frame.

"Okay...here we go..." Kama paused her self-observation to continue forward, almost to the counter. It had taken her nearly an hour to waddle from the recreation room to the kitchens, and she really hoped she'd be able to get a hand...

"Woof! What's shakin', Kama?" Tamamo Cat's beaming face poked out from behind the counter, right at the hammy goddess.

"GAH!" Kama yelped, nearly stumbling from the shock of the Berserker's appearance. It was quite a good thing that Cat had been the one to appear to help her, though.

(Sure, she's not top-class master-quality like Beni-sensei and Boudica, but they're still high up there, and her weight means that she can make a lot more than most of the cooks could in the same amount of time...)

Kama would've preferred Beni-enma over all other options, honestly, as her lack of any additional fat and expertise in the kitchen meant that she could make a feast fit for the God of Love's beloved one with ease. But Cat, one of the other Chaldean women who had yet to gain a single pound of blubber despite the wave overtaking everyone, was also quite speedy...

"Hey, Kama? Are you okay, woof?"

"Oh, I'm great, Cat, thank you for asking, was just thinkUUUURPing about something..."

"In fact, I have a favor to ask..."

BACK WITH KIYOHIME:

"You know, now that I think about it, she's been talking an awful lot about BB lately, and not in her usual negative way! I know they share the same vessel, but I think she's up to something!" Kiyohime is still convinced she's being cheated on, and has used this poor support Master as a person to vent to. "Oooh, that makes me so mad, I just wanna eat a sandwich or some cookies! You know?"

Godspeed.

[alderaani]

Well if it's open: friends with benefits and both people catching feelings with Bacara and I'm dying and confessing my love to you with Thorn 💕

“I’m dying and confessing my love to you”:

A/N: It’s been so long since you submitted these I doubt you even remember them Albane, I’m so sorry! Honestly life has been kicking my ass the last few weeks, but I finally had enough motivation to scrape this together. Full disclosure: I haven’t even watched Thorn’s episode yet, but from the sounds of things he is truly a ride or die kinda guy. Prompts from this cliché list here.

Warnings: Serious injury, ambiguous ending, discussions of death.

You wake up when he slips his helmet over your head.

The HUD flares to life, making your stomach roll at the riot of panels and colour. The oxygen meter is a loud bleeping in your ears: low. Dangerously so. Your mouth tastes like ash and there is agonising pain radiating up your legs. You moan, alien even to your own ears.

In the confusion and panic and pain you try to roll over, instinctively looking for relief, and instantly there are hands on your shoulders, pressing down.

“Hey, udesii, udesii,” Thorn’s voice is ragged. “Your legs got crushed when the building came down, they’re still under the duracrete. You gotta lie still.”

The air is thick with roiling black smoke, acrid and poisonous even through the bucket. As you blink up at him Thorn bends at the middle and coughs, great hacking sounds that shake his whole body. The furious red glow of nearby flames bathes him in ghostly orange, his long hair curling tight in the heat. His face is shining with sweat and twisted with pain.

He’s beautiful. Delirious and probably concussed, you almost tell him so.

“Wh - what?” You slur, your head still swimming. It hurts to think, to breathe, let alone talk. But Thorn still understands.

“There was noise over the comms about that karkin’ beast the chancellor brought back from Malastare. It must’ve gotten loose, brought the warehouse down on top of us.”

He breaks off to cough again and you take the chance to snatch the hand resting on your shoulder. His fingers are trembling through the gloves.

“How bad is it?” You croak when he comes down from the fit, his eyes already swollen and bloodshot from the smoke.

“We’re completely cut off from the surface, Fett knows how much rubble over our heads. Nothin’ but static over the comms, and I’ve tried puttin’ out the fires but they’re in a different air pocket, can’t reach ‘em. Could feel the ground shakin’ just before you woke up; s’quiet now though, so I think the beast has moved on.”

You shake your head and would roll your eyes if they didn’t hurt so much. “I meant you. How bad are you hurt?”

“It’s not important.”

“The hell is isn’t.”

Thorn spends all his time reading his brothers through their buckets – you know he can feel you staring at him, your grip on his hand tight and unyielding. When he gives in, you feel him slump.

“Three broken ribs,” he mutters, staring at the ground.

“And?” You press, not buying it for a second.

“Piece of metal piping caught me when the building came down. It was too much for the armour.”

You follow his gesture and catch your breath at the sight of shining liquid against the plastoid, so dark it’s almost black.

“Fuck, Thorn.”

You don’t need him to tell you that your own injuries are just as bad. The legs, the concussion, the way your vision keeps swimming like a holocall with interference. You can feel your pulse thundering, searching for oxygen that just isn’t there. Four years on the police force has disillusioned you to fables like ‘good luck’. You’ve seen most of the grim things that Coruscant has to offer by now – you know how this story goes.

“It’s not so bad.” He tries for a smile, one of your favourite happy-go-lucky ones. He always musters one no matter the hour, whether it’s the first minute of your shift or the last, or whatever things citizens have hurled at him. It falters a little now, calling him out as a liar. “Besides, smoke’ll get me first.”

Your eyes flit over the HUD – he’s right. Your own levels have come back up, but they’re hovering in the danger zone, and that’s with the bucket on.

“Take your helmet back. I’m closer to the ground, it won’t affect me so much.”

He scoffs, then coughs again, making your heart leap into your throat. You clutch his hand and jerk, forgetting about your legs until it’s too late, and then tears are forcing themselves from your eyes, hot and sharp and agonized.

“Never,” he croaks after a moment, his hand smoothing over where your forehead would be. His eyes are so warm even through the ash and the smoke. “Not if it gives you a chance.”

“Thorn, it’s too late,” you whisper.

“No it isn’t.” There’s that noble streak of his, that bull-headed courageousness. It’s one of the things you love most about him, the way nothing ever keeps him down. If one man could bend the world with the strength of will alone, it would be Thorn. “Don’t you give up. Don’t you dare!”

“You can’t save me.”

“Why won’t you at least let me try?”

“Because I love you,” You whisper. The words leach out of you, lifting a pressure from your chest that has been a part of you every day since he came into your life. They have lived inside you, a caged thing never meant to see the light of day. But what use is there in secrets when you’re facing the end? “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Thorn. And I don’t think I can survive having to lie here next to your corpse.”

For a moment he doesn’t move, hunched over, his hands curled desperately around your own. You can feel the tremor in them, the finality of it like grains of sand dribbling through an hourglass. Then he heaves a shuddering breath, and through the sweat you see tears glimmering like jewels on his cheekbones. He lets go of one hand and curves it around your chin, and the next second you are blinking through the gloom with your own eyes.

Thorn sets his bucket by his knee with a gentle thunk.

“You love me?”

You nod evenly, sweeping your thumb over his gloved knuckles. His touch settles into you like a brand. If this is the last thing you feel, you will have counted yourself lucky.

“Osik,” he mutters, then tips his head down and laughs. “I never thought…I never –”

He breaks off and swallows, then steels himself and starts again. Never one to back down from a challenge. Not even at the end. “You’ve gotta know. You’ve gotta know I love you too.”

You do know. You know it with every touch, with every smile, with every laugh. With the way he has tried to hold life inside your body, even at the expense of his own.

Thorn presses his forehead against yours and you rest there a moment, drinking in the soft slide of his nose and the way his breath feels against your lips. You open your eyes when he pulls back and find him watching you, a look of wonder on his soot streaked face.

“We march together, or not at all,” you whisper, tugging him back down.

You feel him exhale and press in.

“Yeah…Together.”

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Jake Muller's Journal || Entry 01

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November 12, 2019

"I hate days like these.

These types of days where I don't have to do shit. Just sit around all day and not do a damn thing.

People say I should relax more and sure, I like to relax some days. Hell, I need to sometimes, but what I hate is having to relax or sit around for too long. I always gotta do something or I just don't feel right, you know? I always think if I stay in one place for too long then there's a chance I can get attacked and hit the dirt as a forever resting place. Maybe it's the merc in me makin' me feel this way... Always on edge. Always in danger.

Since I got nothin' to do, I guess I'll just keep writing in this journal. 

God, I'm not really good at this shit--writing my thoughts down... Well whatever. Here goes nothing.

It's fuckin' cold outside. It's so cold that I could have freaking ice cycles comin' out my nose. While I was outside, my eye lashes were practically frozen together. I had bits of snowflakes all over me and my fingers were so cold that it hurt to move 'em when I needed to. Well, to be honest, the cold never really bothered me 'cause I grew up in it, yeah? Had no heating system when I was growing up. I only had my own body heat and one or two torn up blankets. When I was a little older, my mom would always try to make me get her blanket, too, but I would refuse 'cause I didn't want to make her freeze to death. I remember when I was real young, before she got sick, she would lie to me and tell me she didn't need any blankets to keep her warm. I'd always wake up in the middle of the night and check on her only to find her shakin' like a leaf, curled in her bed. I'd go grab all of my blankets and throw 'em on her and I wouldn't leave her side till she'd stop shakin'. Then I'd lay down on the floor and stay there with her during the rest of the night to make sure she didn't freeze  anymore. I didn't mind being cold if it meant she would be warm enough to sleep. After all, she worked all day, everyday, and I would be at home most of the time.

I'm in some fancy hotel room. The place is pretty nice and has air conditioning and running electricity and honestly it's way too fancy for me. There was a fuckin' towel folded up as a penguin on my bed. Like the hell? Who the hell gives a shit about what their towel looks like? Just give it to me so I can use it to dry off. The walls are all a dark red, the floor is a pale, tanned colored carpet, and the doors are the same color as the carpet. There's three fancy paintings of flowers and some of the other buildings that can be found in the town hangin' up in the bedroom, bathroom, and small lounging area. The bed has tan bed sheets and pillow cases and the blanket is a dark red-- almost the same color as the walls. There's a television placed on the dresser across from the foot of my bed, but I'm not gonna bother watching it. Never liked watching television, anyway. There's a big window on the right side of my bed. The drapes are the same color as the walls and the glass on the outside has frost covering most of it.

I'm only stayin' in this place 'cause a lady I was working for told me she was gonna pay for my stay while I'm in this small town. I finished a job for her two days ago. Had to kill some high and mighty prick who thought he'd win a mayor election by sending BOW's out to terrorize the town. He thought he could win by sending out military personnel to dispose of the monsters and pretend that he was the good guy. I hate people like that, who pretend to be somethin' they aren't just to get something they want. I'm not sure when I'll be getting another job. That's why I'm not leaving yet. Hopefully I'll get one soon so I can get the hell outta here and start movin' again. These jobs take me all over the world and I think I enjoy seeing the sights, culture, and people as much as I like taking up assignments. I really love tryin' new food and drinks, like different types of coffee.

Damn, coffee sounds good right about now...

Just sat down on my bed and got me a cup of black coffee while I was up. Took a quick shower to warm me up, too, and I kinda felt bad messin' up the penguin towel. Wonder how long it took the staff to fold it like that? Well, whatever. I bet they already have tons of others made that way, too. They gotta wash and dry the towels anyway. Got my pajamas on, also. Just a pair of navy blue, cotton pants. I never wear a shirt cause it's just uncomfortable wearing one when I sleep. Doesn't matter how cold it is, I still get too hot and sweat like a dog.

What else to write...?

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Lookin' outside the window now as I gulp down my drink. It makes me warm up from the inside and so do a few memories. On days like these, where I don't have to do anything, all sorts of memories flood to the front of my mind. Good ones, bad ones... 

All of 'em. 

Used to, when I'd look out of a window while it was snowing, the snow would always remind me of my mom--and it still does, sometimes. Though, now when I see the snow... It reminds me of Sherry. It reminds me of the first day we met and how we had to survive together. I thought she was a preppy, know-it-all bitch who couldn't do a damn thing, but man, did she prove me wrong. She could beat the shit outta anyone and anything that got in her way and I bet she would have done the same to me if she had to. 

I remember when Ustanak, the crazy fucker, had shot down our helicopter and we landed in the snow. Somehow, we had survived the fall even though our parachute had gotten torn by the metal debris. I had blacked out and woken up to Sherry laying on top of me. My brain woke up real quick when I had lifted my hand to find it was covered in blood and I hurriedly got myself out from under her. My heart was pounding rapidly against my chest and a cold sweat came over me as I began to panic when I saw she had a piece of metal sticking out of her back. On the inside, I was freaking out 'cause some chick I just met was about to die in front of me. I kept thinking how it should have been me who should have had the shrapnel lodged into my back. Not her. Not some innocent woman. I doubt she had done anything bad in her life, while I had done all kinds of horrible shit...

She surprised me when she told me to pull it out of her and I thought she was nuts when she just begged me to do it. So I did. I pulled the thing outta her, tossed it to the side, and as I was about to start ripping pieces of clothing to make some sort of bandage, I was shocked to find her skin and muscles pulling themselves back together.

I gotta admit, that shit freaked me the hell out. 

After a while I got used to it. It was just part of her and something that helped formed her personality. I think she hated having it, though. Probably 'cause it reminded her of her parents and the shit she had to go through as a kid.  I never asked her about it, though.

I hope she's doing okay these days. Hopefully she isn't doin' anything stupid or getting herself into trouble. It's been seven years since I've last seen or heard from her. ...I wonder if she even remembers me. Well if she doesn't then it won't bother me. I couldn't care less if she remembers me or not. 

....

F U C K !

I spilled my fuckin' coffee all over me and my journal-! Son of a fuckin' bitch! Damn this shit burns like he--

.....

The coffee has dried finally and now I can end this entry. God dammit. Didn't think I'd get so  sidetracked while thinkin' about Supergirl. Spilled my own drink all over me and I had to change my pants. Now there's a big coffee stain over a few pages. Oh well. So long as I can still write in this thing. That's all that matters to me. 

Well, the sun is goin' down and I think I'm gonna get some shut eye. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get a new client so I don't have to stay here and get stuck in my memories for too long.

Jake Muller"

《You find some extra writing on the back of the page. It appears to have been scribbled over by three continuous, messy lines.》

"I need to stop thinking about her. Need to stop worrying about her so much. I'm sure she's doin' fine and has some pretty boy helping her out and giving her everything she could wish for. You can't give her everything she wants and you sure as hell can't stay by her side cause you gotta work. You don't wanna be like dad and leave her alone for the rest of her life... Besides, you're not good enough for her. She needs someone better than you. Time to move on, Jake....Even if you can't stop thinking about her. Dammit...

《...........................................................》

[ratilyn]

Now, your misses claims you assaulted her

Psst

Bloody oath, man, why'd ya fuckin' beat her?

Man, I didn't fucking beat her! Listen, I'm telling you

I got her the engagement ring that she liked, booked a new flight

To come to Sydney, just to see her, start a new life

Man, she's 20 weeks pregnant and I was tryin' do right

For us, the family, the kid, but maybe I was too nice

My homie text me a picture and I just burst into anger

It was my girl in a bed with her personal trainer

I text my homie like, "Yo, where you find this?"

He says, "Snapchat, bro, it's all on my timeline, shit"

Swear it struck a fuckin' nerve in my chest

I looked at my girl and said, "Get a paternity test!"

She said, "NO! Don't you get all worked and upset

I only slept in his bed right after work just to rest"

I said, "What? You expect me to believe that?

Ha, alright, yeah I'll 'relax'

Guess it doesn't seem bad

My girlfriend's with a buff nigga gettin' t-bagged"

Officer, correct me if I'm wrong but she needed her head detached

I said, "Bitch, I can't believe this shit!

Does he know you're pregnant? Is that his kid?

Look how big my headache is!

This whole time y'all havin' sex and shit

What type of nigga would fuck a pregnant chick?!

I said, "Let's get this paternity test, I'm not kiddin', bitch!"

She said, "No, I'm not gettin' it!"

Officer, I ain't seen her in months, I couldn't trust the lyin' whore

Plus she told me she slept with this guy before

And then I said, you know what? Forget it, it's all good, nevermind

Shit was makin' my blood pressure high

I love her unconditionally, you know, I can't pretend I ain't never lie

For the moment, I guess I'll let it slide

She said, "If you don't want to take care of this kid, Marcus, then say so"

I said, "Wait, no, it's mine too, I can't go

How you gonna support this kid without me? You don't make dough"

She said, "Hahaha, I make loads"

She had six grand cash

I said, "But you was broke two weeks ago!

How you makin' chips that fast?"

She said, "I bartend, I made it all in tips, ha ha"

I said, "Girl, you must take me as a big jackass"

I'm like, "Please, we both know money is hard to come by"

Her bullshit might fly over the heads of some guys

Officer, she's always tellin' dumb lies

I've known her for six years, and she hasn't lifted a finger one time!

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "I bartend, duh, from tips I'm a waitress"

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She started stutterin' like, "Uhm-uhh-mmm, Marcus, wait just"

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "Ok, ok, I'll tell you, just promise me you won't get mad"

I'm like, "Baby, where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "I work at a strip club… it's how I made the six grand"

I said, "Woaah, no no!"

I fell down in tears, my heart broke, I turned cold

I don't want the girl that I'm in love with doin' ho shit

If she needed cash I woulda loaned it, and she knows it

They won't let me get a refund on this $20, 000 ring

Fuck, my head hurts, I need some ibuprofen

Yeah, Mr. Hopson, you need a minute?

Um, may I have some water please?

Ah, no worries at all

I don't mean to cry and get emotional, but all this just bothers me

Yeah, it's alright, you're good…yeah here ya go, mate!

Thanks

I wasn't me no more

I looked her in the eyes and straight told her

(What'd you say to her?)

I need you to tell me where this strip club is at

Or this family we're about to have is over

I said, "Tell me where it's at!" — she said, "No"

I said, "You about to make me mad!" she said, "So?"

I said "Bitch, you better panic and run, the damage is done

You're doin' this four months away from havin' my son!

I told her I would always have her back

I forgave her after all the careless acts

I have one question, and she couldn't share the facts

The strip club — how come she couldn't tell me where it's at?

Who the fuck she fuckin' in there?

Whose dick she suckin' in there?

Shakin' her fuckin' butt in the air

It's like we've argued for a thousand fuckin' hours, I'm annoyed

And I was at the point where somethin' was 'bout to get destroyed

I grabbed her purse, threw that shit across the room

I fuckin' launched it too

It was filled with makeup kits and all of her jewels

I blacked out; she said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She got up out the bed to get it, I pushed her ass back in it

I said, "We're still talkin', bitch, you and I ain't finished

Now, this strip club, where is it? BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!"

I said, "You know what? fuck it, awesome, fine"

In the process of all this drama, I had lost my mind

I felt lost and blind: the gym trainer, the strip club

The ring, the baby, she really crossed the line

And then I finally came down and all the madness was finished

Then she invited me to dinner with her family in Penrith

I said, "I ain't goin' with you, you can leave now

I need to stay in this hotel room and figure some things out"

Officer, I know you ain't gonna sympathize

I don't approve of any man puttin' hands on his girlfriend or wife

Especially when she's pregnant with his kid inside

Honestly feel like I wasn't in the wrong, but still I wasn't in the right

Ask her, she ain't got no bruises on her

I'm human, there's only so much that a dude can conquer

She knew that her actions reflected true dishonor

And tried to cover it, sayin' I'm an abusive monster

That's bullshit, huh, and that fast, poof

All of her wrongs are in the past, cool

She's just the innocent white girl

And I'm the black guy who always gets mad, true!

I know y'all about to make it hard for me to get back into Australia

Man, this shit is fuckin' sad, dude

I still don't know if this baby is mine or not

So when he's born, who's gonna be the fuckin' dad? You?

[dark-carnival-staffroom]

this entire pinned is outdated dont look at me girls

God forbid its another @nnugatoryextravagance sideblog, whats shakin' baby

Little not-very-often-disclosed fact about me I (Sludge) am the host of a system ofuhhh, roughly almost 30 members I think? (that I'm aware of), And it sure is something lemmetellyou

We're also mostly fictives so like, basic ettequite about that applies here of course, dont be weird about it they're still real ass people

This isn't really intended to be a super serious blog, moreso just a silly place for the rest of us to have an internet posting place and such, we are open to questions or whatever you wanna send us, but we will NOT engage with any syscourse in our inbox (unless Shake decides to take the piss, which I'm sure he definitely will) ((Also, anything that is serious will be tagged accordingly though dont worry))

(Also a forewarning if you come to us seeking system related advice I really dont know if we can help very much because we honestly still dont know very much, we're all so fucking stupid)

[As im typing this im still trying to finish fine tuning this blog, as well as trying to make a list of all our members and all that, but for now just check the tags on posts to see who its from im tired, we all have different emoji proxies to identify ourselves]

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

AAAAAAA i have a lot to catch up on 😭😭😭 wdym yeonjun is the 3 love interest im shakin cryin rn,,, i want to read but i still have exams 💀

AHHHHHH Yeah a lot has been going on in prominence, honestly I'm kinda biding it over with a bunch of filler comedy chapters rn so you've got mad time to get caught up lol