#IM NOT ACTUALLY A HILLBILLY AT WORK

[curiosity-killed]

This fucking dude: well [my name] says she has some background in writing in a certain voice and I don’t disbelieve her but I haven’t seen it

Me: my last job was literally purely writing In Voice for a huge-ass org with global publication but Ok.

[coldarena]

Please, I need to know at least a crumb of a Hillbilly thought 🙏

i have enuff thoughts and hcs on hillbilly jones to fill a library. its mainly me muggin the pple who only consider him in relation to ack ack and not the rest of him. or writing him as sullen or self hating??? bit tekky (especially before the whole 'he killed one of his own enlisted boys after being made lt' situation). this man took a guitar to a warzone he's actually so unserious. no helmet just vibes.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

im in the boat that f*ddlest*n (and f*dda*thor, but this is about the first ship) is just like billf*rd— better with intense stan bro tension. and stancest. but not in a fiddleford and stan are both projecting ford onto the other kind of way. i mean, fiddleford definitely is, he can't NOT do that when the guy has ford's face even as much as he tries not to see him and see stan for himself. but going off with how much stan visibly dislikes fiddleford in the show, i love f*ddlest*n in a scenario where stan is crazy jealous and bitter about the relationship fiddleford had with ford.

not of their romantic relationship either, he couldn't care less about that, what he and ford had wasn't normal for brothers anyway, and in any other case stan would be glad both him and ford can move on (cough).

no, what stan hates about fiddleford is how for a long time stan wasn't ford's best friend. fiddleford was. fiddleford was there for ford in college. fiddleford was smart and matched fords genius. fiddleford didnt see ford at all for his sixth finger, he loved ford for ford just like stan did, but he didn't hold ford back or "rode on his coattails". and stan knowing all that while he had nothing and no one? while stan was living in his car yearning for ford to forgive him, call him, offer they sail away together again? when stan misses his brother and could think of nothing but him, and wanted nothing more than to just see him for even a minute, while fiddleford had four years of living in the same room, laughing at the same jokes, be the brother in fords arms instead of his actual brother?

that hurts.

and stan only feels this way about fiddleford. even after finding out about b*llf*rd, he doesnt view bill as some sort of a threat when bill had to copy stan's own mannerisms to get ford on his side. bill is a manipulator, a conman, just like stan— fiddleford is genuine. whatever ford loved and saw in him was real. and ford willingly gave him the time that couldve gone to stan if he hadnt broken fords machine.

that makes it worse.

so in some scenario he and fiddleford get to meet and get together... like fiddleford is one of his "clients" or an au where they work together to get ford back, or a mystery trio, and stan realizes fiddleford feels some sort of way about him?

stan jumps on it, not to project ford onto fiddleford or anything. but just to unload all his bitterness onto him. he's not even jealous of the guy— he's just such a stark reminder of how much stan fucked everything up. he hates himself, but if fiddleford likes it then he can fucking have it.

of course it doesnt work, he never gets over that bitterness. and when ford, who is jealous and possesive about stan as a lover finds out about it? yeah, best believe that poor little hillbilly is gonna need another wave of memory wipes

that's my f*ddlest*n tbh

[intheholler]

So i'm not quite in Appalachia, but i do live in a pretty rural region and people visiting the area keep telling me how they appreciate how not redneck I am, or as one person put it "civilized", or talking about how everyone's a greasy mullet hillbilly round here then turning to me and going "oh but not you" and honestly it's the most insulting shit anyone's done to me.

(to make it extra fucked up, when I ask them to elaborate on what they mean they say it's cause i'm polite, leftist, and smart....)

Any recommendations on how to keep people from doing this shit?

i wish you could see what my face was doing while i read this. some people's kids, man.

"civilized?" excuse me? like bitch go home and stop wasting our resources and our time if that's what you think. why are they even there??

like yes i, too, enjoy walking into someone's home and making sweeping, insulting assumptions about their entire culture in polite conversation, directly to their face. assholes.

im so mad for you lol. how insulting. idt those kinds of people are ever gonna stop unless someone starts shutting that shit down when they try it. flip a switch and let your uncivilized, impolite redneck fly

"you're so [ compliment that apparently sets you apart ]" would be met by one of a few responses from me depending on my mood

"so are all of those gross greasy mullet hillbillies around here you just dismissed, actually. only difference is i've been forced, by people like you, to learn to put on a show and shape my mouth the right way in order to keep you happy so as not to get insulted for no fucking reason"

or perhaps more concisely

(but not you) "no, it's me too; this is my home. those are my people. but im glad to know what you really think about me"

most likely id probably just gape in awe at the absolute audacity and say go home you fucking leech :) how's that for civilized.

UGH. do you live in a touristy area by chance? i got all kinds of condescending comments like that, that they clearly thought were compliments, back when i worked at a hotel off a major highway :/

sorry you have to deal with this so often. the lack of self awareness in some folks i swear

[cacao-snorter]

creepypasta headcanons!1!1!!1

Aight here are some creepypasta headcanons cuz im bored

Slenderman

-his tentacles are furry and look like really long cat tails and get puffy and zig zaggy when he’s mad. -He is a father figure to the proxies but not a super good one and typically ends up seeming like an evil boss when he wants to appear as a father figure.

-There are two computers in the whole mansion that are old but work enough to search the internet and play minecraft

-Slenderman usually doesn’t leave the proxies alone when he’s going out for awhile because the one time he did, Jeff and Ben downloaded 69 bites of gay old man 🌽 on his computer and then Clockwork shat on it after. He cried when he got home.

Jeff The Killer

-I headcanon he’s vegan bc he loves animals

-absolute baby with fragile ‘masculinity’

-his friends joke about him being a republican hillbilly because he’s southern. (actually has a very slight accent too.)

-He’s friends with Nina despite knowing that she has a crush on him. He doesn’t mind. -he makes really gay jokes with ben

-Showers like once a month and smells bad. -I headcanon that he’s asexual and fairly androgynous. Doesn’t really know what he’s romantically attracted to, nor does he care.

-Wants to be friends with Jane again but knows he can’t.

-he was high on pain killers when he killed his family and Jane’s family in the same night and continued killing because he thought there would be no going back and now is afraid of drugs.

-edgy 15 year old with offensive tumblr humor

-Toby jokes about him being fat

-His favorite song is sweet dreams.

-was actually friends with Randy, Keith, and Troy. But a massive argument caused them to stop being friends and led to the whole incident.

Ben Drowned

-Doesn’t shower

-100% gay

-Can control the power in the mansion and make the lights turn off or something.

-Surpringly good with technology and doxxes people when he’s mad. He also jokingly threatened to leak Liu’s address which scared Liu half to death.

-Has a best friend trolling trio with Jeff and EJ

-His room smells bad

-owns a worn out gaming chair

Eyeless Jack

-Doesn’t actually like eating kidneys, Chernobog just makes him, but sometimes he fools Chernobog by eating kidney beans

-Gets weirded out when somebody calls him the “son of Chernobog” because he thinks it’s weird and too fancy.

-Listens to rap music

-Tried to become a rapper and used garbage YouTube beats, he made five songs that were all about fingering Otis (Bloody Painter). He also sampled an audio of Jeffrey beatboxing sweet dreams in the background of one of his songs. This same song had kazoo in the bridge

-ex zalgo goon but nobody knows but Slenderman and he’s too scared of what everyone would think if they knew.

-Extremely insecure about his face and always has his mask on. Only people who’ve seen are Jeff and Slenderman.

Ticci Toby

-Asshole with hatchets -joked about being flat earth but now thinks he might actually be flat earth

-besties with Clockwork

-Hates waffles. He hates them so much, he went into a gas station at 9pm, shoplifted a box of frozen waffles, threw them at a group of middle schoolers, and popped a cap in the cashier’s ass when he tried to stop Toby. He actually got his face on the news for this. One time, Lazari poured syrup in the vents and the mansion smelled like waffles for a whole week, Toby had constant headaches while throwing up and crying because he thought the mansion smelled so bad.

-Very quiet and always cooperative, so he’s like Slenderman’s favorite.

-bullies jeff for apparently being fat.

-literally doesn’t sleep

-Around most people he’s his canon self, that is very cold and quiet. Around his friends he’s more fanon Toby, annoying, immature, and has a weird sense of humor.

-encouraged Jeff to go full hillbilly mode and run over Offenderman with a truck.

-smells like cat pee and butter

-Always has an attitude and mad about something.

Bloody Painter

-Listened to all 5 of EJ’s soundtracks. Has the kazoo one on his Spotify playlist.

-Artistic

-Comes off as smart but says the dumbest thing every now and then.

-Scared of potatoes. He thinks they crawl around his room at night.

-Had the weird ice cream cut in middle school.

-Doesn’t wash his hands

Clockwork

-has a very stylish pixie cut.

-people often look at her clock eye to check the time.

-makes up things to be mad about

-has a Barbie doll that Sally gave her that was naked, bald, and didn’t have arms. She twisted its legs backwards and gave it prosthetic tampon arms so that it could sit on her nightstand on all fours. His name is Hector.

-shat on Slenderman’s computer

-besties with Toby. They were actually a couple once but then Clockwork found out she was lesbian and they broke it off. Now they’re best friends and both assholes and say the meanest things to each other as jokes.

-Has freckles all over her face. Like literally everywhere.

-Has vine humor

Nina The Killer

-absolute scene queen

-Jazmin Bean listener

-Has more anger issues than Jeff

-Didn’t kill her family. It was her bullies who killed her family.

-Toby hit her with a shoe and then chased her around the mansion to hit her with the shoe more.

-“I’m not like other girls” mindset.

-actually very sweet when she’s not mad

-dyes the streak in her hair a different color every month

(Part 2?)

[clatterbane]

New batch of pickles just dropped!

I had one big zucchini left that I didn't know if I'd get eaten up soon enough, so why not. It still feels very strange turning out a jar or two of pickles at a time, but that's apartment living for you. May as well work with what you've got.

Today that also included a big carrot, because why not.

The direction I decided to go in was pretty close to this:

Only, I also threw in one pretty generic pickling spice blend, hillbilly style. Mustard seed, peppercorns, a few allspice berries, red pepper flakes (before I remembered we have some whole chiles stashed in the freezer), bay leaf. That got sliced ginger and chopped frozen garlic, since I forgot we were out of fresh bulbs.

The turmeric is still sitting on the bottom there and hasn't colored the brine yet, btw.

A few green tea leaves have worked really well in the past for a touch of tannins to help keep things crispy, without adding any strange flavors. Here's hoping the leaf Assam black tea--which was the best option we had today outside of bags--won't get overpowering. I thought these pickles might be spiced enough for the tea not to overwhelm, but I guess we'll see.

Considering I am still not so used to working with the coarse salt we have, this time I did actually go ahead and get the weight of the combined veggies and water, to add 3% of that in salt. Weight to volume can vary an awful lot depending on the crystal size you're using, and may as well play it safe. IME summer squash can also be touchier than some other vegetables, so yeah.

I cut part of the carrot into sticks, to help hold those sliced vegetables down better under the Kilner pickling weight meant for a narrower mouthed jar. Wedged-in carrot can work pretty well to keep everything else from floating up to the surface of the brine and molding, even if you don't use a weight. One minor lifehack I figured out through some kitchen MacGyvering years ago.

Originally, I was planning to use one of those Kilner jars with an airlock lid--which won't fit anything else in the house 🙄--but the one I had out to use escaped to the floor and broke. (Leading to some fun cleanup last night, since it happened to be mostly full of some old dill pickles Mr. C made last year and promptly forgot about in a cabinet. I took it to dump the contents down a toilet, so thankfully the jar did meet its end on the tiled bathroom floor rather than wood. I am still getting whiffs of Swamp Pickle in there, though.)

Anyway, I said fuck it, and just grabbed one of my old trusty saved jars today. This one is actually from some Polish brine dills. An airlock provides some extra insurance against anything you don't want getting in, but basically any jar will work fine for fermented pickling. Just make sure everything is well covered with brine, leave the lid a little loose to avoid jarsplosions from the CO2, and you should be good to go.

And, going! Banished to one of the pantry cabinets for probably a couple of weeks. Definitely in a container to catch any brine overflow once it starts bubbling away, especially with no more headspace than I left in the jar. 😒

I am planning to check it periodically for the first few days, and also scoop out any floating bits of seasonings or anything else. Pieces of the sliced onion are already wanting to bob up around the edges of the weight, because of course they are.

[hausofmamadas]

PROMPT SCREAMING AS PROMISED:

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✸ You didn’t know how the two of you had gone from arguing in the car, to arguing while walking up the steps to your place, to suddenly being tangled up and pinned against the closed door of your apartment.

SKKSKSKSKS the way I saw this in my head as like a movie where it like freezes on the kissing and then Reader as a narrator just says over it “you might be wondering how we got here”

✸ It was a real choice, after all, for him to be giving you so much shit about making rash decisions when he’d made quite the habit of waving his gun around in spaces that he shouldn’t.

PFFTTTTJDJDJDJR NO IM CACKLING bc soemthing about the phrasing “it was a real choice” is making my cryyyyyy laughing, like for Steve to be throwing shade, yeah, that is a fucking choice and tbh homies makes a lot of Roastable Choices

✸ He leaned in, closing what little shred of distance he’d put between you, his nose brushing against yours. “You fuckin’ are.”

Forgive me father, for I have sinned, it has been 29 years since my last confession but dear god, I’m having one FOR STEVE FUCJINGJDJEHEHDJSIWKWNE MURPHY LITERALLY MY ARCHNEMESIS/FRENEMY AND THE SEAMS OF REALITY ARE SPLITTING APART AS WE SPEAK. “You fuckin’ are.” Good goddamn

✸ He let go of your wrists, hands dropping so that they were balled into the collar of your shirt instead. Somehow you almost felt more trapped that way even though you had back the use of your hands.

I feel lien it’s more trapping bc his hands are within much more successful throttling distance which is both hot and scary and hot becuase it’s scary? What’s wrong with me? Don’t answer that, we already know

✸ ... and while the logical part of your brain was telling you that you should try to quit while you were still half a stride ahead of whatever mess this was about to turn into, another part of you was saying that the way was already an absolute shitshow, so what was one more thing?

STTOTOTOTOTPPPPPSJDJDJDJDJN NO BC I AM FUCKING ROLLING AROUND MY FLOOR GIGGLING INTO MY SCREEN bc let’s just say, I have much like the one true hillbilly hubby Steve Murphy made some of my own Roastable Choices, alright, and this is always the fucking thought process withiut fail. Oh it’s already on fire? The extinguishers way too far away, I don’t even know where to begin spraying it, so fuck it, let’s just dump summore lighter fluid on this shit instead, and watch it all BURN BABY BURN

✸ The slight hitch in his breathing when you started on the button and zipper of his pants wasn’t lost on you.

the way it’s supposed to be lost on me??????? Bc Steve Murphy is my one true nemesis in all things Narcos but liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkeeeeeeeee?????????? It’s actually not????????????????,,,,, at all?????))?))? SO THANKS FOR THAT I GUES????????????,,,,, whateevr I hate you

✸ It was close, almost cramped quarters on the couch for the two of you, but it’d work. It was fitting. Maybe if he was in the mood to clean up the mess of the day rather than make it worse you would’ve let him fuck you on your bed.

NOOOOOSTJJRJDJDJR I CANNTKTJFNFNRN BC LITERALLY THE LOGIC IS SO SOUND IN THIS AND LIKE GOTDDAMMIT THAT STUBBORN MF DOESNT DESERVE A BED WITH THAT FUCKIN ATTITUDE SKSJS I CANT SKDJDJD IM ACTUALLY CHOKINGKDJDJE

✸ ... but you only made it about three-fourths of the way before every single type of frustration coursing through you got the better of you and you ripped the remaining few, hearing a couple of them clatter on the floor.

Much like a hair pulling moment, i feel one Can never go wrong with a ripping open shirt moment

✸ Steve mumbled something against your lips, a sentence you couldn’t quite make out but you knew that he wasn’t thanking you for what you’d just done.

Sidjejejejejejjjejejsjsjsjje okay, you can never go wrong with a ripping shirt open moment ESPECIALLY if the result is a cantankerous Agent Steve Murphtdjddjdjdj like the actual cherry on top of my sundae right there

✸ His hips snapped against yours in a way that had you clawing at his back, asking for more with everything but your words.

GOD BUT THEN YOU UUST GIVE ME WHIPLASH SERIOUSLYYYYYYIDJDUEHEHEHSHBEHEHWHEB like I generally find Steve to be a ridiculous man. I don’t hate him, but sometimes he makes me roll my eyes so hard, they could just about fall out of my head so YOU KNOW THIS SHIT IS HOT IF, ME, OF ALL PPL, IS LIKE “y’know i don’t enjoy pie but I will 10000000000% take a slice of that Steve Murphy pie, thanku very much”

✸ ... there would be a mark left behind when this was all over. Just another piece of the mess. What was one more bruise?

I don’t know if this was on purpose sksj but the logic of this like being the exact same logic of like “well, sexing my partner whom I have a notoriously contentious professional relationship with seems kinda messy, but since I haven’t even begun to clean up the pieces of my life that are strewn around, fuck it!!!” Like skejejhbw as if there was no other choice but to fuck

✸ And as much as you wanted to make things more difficult just for the sake of doing so, you found yourself nodding instead, curiosity beyond piqued at the way things were unfolding.

KSKSKSKSKSKE that feel when horny trumps oppositional defiance order aka my tendency to be a professional pain in your ass and yes I know the feeling well sksksb

✸ “Steve?” you said, voice still a bit raspy.

“Yea?”

“Get the fuck off me.”

PFTTTKDJDJDJDJSJSJSJHSHSHSHAJSSJSJSJSJNSKKSDKDKSKSKJDKDKE IMSOSORRY YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME, THERES JUST NO WAY YOU DIDNT WRITE THIS FOR ME LIKE I KNOW THE WORLD DOESNT REVOLVE AROUND ME BUT LIKE IT ABSOLUTELY DOES IN THIS CASE BC THIS IS EVERYTHING, THIS IS LIFE ITSELF AS WE KNOW IT

✸ “What,” he gestured vaguely in the air, “the fuck now?”

PFTTTKDJDJDB THE WAY I CAN SEE, HEAR, SMELL, TOUCH, TASTE THIS EXAVTLY

✸ You’d decide for sure in the morning if it was worth the trouble it caused.

I cannot believe I’m saying this. Me. Me of all people. Me who roasts tf out of Steve Murphy for pretty much everything he does in matters of work, life, love, everything. I give this man not a single victory, except that ...... god, and this might actual kill me to say but possibly ... perchance ..... highly likely in fact ..... it appears .... as though Agent Steve Murphy categorically fucks and it was probably worth whatever mess it created KSKSKSJSJS like homie was on his game. And it never ceases to shock me when I find myself feeling compelled to give him any shred of credit but somehow you find a way to get me to like this silly mf when you write him

Right For Once

Steve Murphy x F!Reader

For the @narcosfandomdiscord July Smut Alphabet prompt: angry sex

Warnings: 18+, language, smut, choking

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Me?? Doing a smut challenge despite typically avoiding writing smut like it's the plague?? It's more likely than you think!! Honestly, I'm super excited to see what I end up coming up with for this challenge. Here's to getting out of our comfort zones in July. 😌 Kicking things off with Steve Murphy because I can lmao

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You didn’t know how the two of you had gone from arguing in the car, to arguing while walking up the steps to your place, to suddenly being tangled up and pinned against the closed door of your apartment. The entire drive back to your place, Steve hadn’t had a single good thing to say to you. And you were pissed off enough to reciprocate his energy. The two of you were physically and mentally beat up after how the day had gone, but you weren’t too tired to refrain from picking a fight. It was a real choice, after all, for him to be giving you so much shit about making rash decisions when he’d made quite the habit of waving his gun around in spaces that he shouldn’t.

But now all the snide remarks were being muted as his lips moved against yours, teeth pulling at yours just slightly. His hands were wrapped around your wrists, keeping your arms pinned above your head while he used his torso to keep you pressed tight between him and the door. One of his legs was wedged between yours, and you hated the way that your body automatically responded by grinding against him.

He finally pulled his lips off of yours, dragging your bottom lip just enough to make it sting as he did. You were fighting to catch your breath, your mind in complete disarray from everything, from the day, from the fact that you could feel the warmth of Steve’s breath against your face as he stayed so close to you.

“And I’m the reckless one,” you snapped with a roll of your eyes. Your sarcasm would’ve hit a little harder if you didn’t sound so breathless.

His grip on your wrists tightened. He leaned in, closing what little shred of distance he’d put between you, his nose brushing against yours. “You fuckin’ are.”

You shook your head at him, giving him a little resistance, trying to fight back against his hold on you just enough. It got you nowhere, of course. If anything, it just had him pinning you harder, his hips pressed against yours.

“This is you using good judgment, then?” you asked, knowing that he could hear the smugness in your tone even though his face was too close to yours for him to see it in your expression.

He let go of your wrists, hands dropping so that they were balled into the collar of your shirt instead. Somehow you almost felt more trapped that way even though you had back the use of your hands.

“Do you know what could’ve happened out there? What shit you could’ve fuckin’ landed yourself in? Landed all of us in?”

You leaned back, letting the back of your head tap against the door behind you. “Why don’t you fucking enlighten me, Agent Murphy?”

“Do you think that you weren’t wrong?”

You scoffed, trying to remain as collected as you could given the circumstances. “You’ve made it pretty goddamn clear that I was wrong, Steve.” You paused. “Got a weird way of showing it, but—”

The tic in his jaw was impossible to miss. You could only imagine what he was thinking, the remarks in his head that he wanted to say. You were waiting for it, for the next verbal blow. How he hadn’t exhausted himself between base and your apartment was beyond you.

Instead of coming back with another comment, he pinned you with another bruising kiss. You knew it was coming this time, and while the logical part of your brain was telling you that you should try to quit while you were still half a stride ahead of whatever mess this was about to turn into, another part of you was saying that the way was already an absolute shitshow, so what was one more thing? Steve was already pissed at you about literally everything else, so why not just throw this on the pile? At least this would be something the two of you could be mad about tomorrow, when you were done being mad about everything that had happened today.

One of his hands moved from your collar up to the side of your neck. His thumb pressed just beneath your chin, keeping your head tilted at just the right angle to keep your lips on his. You busied yourself with undoing the buckle of his belt. The slight hitch in his breathing when you started on the button and zipper of his pants wasn’t lost on you.

Bringing your hands up to his chest, you rested your palms flat against him before pushing him back. It wasn’t out of resistance this time, not trying to push him away from you. Both of you were fully resigned to whatever mistake this ended up being now. Your push this time was a direction. Rough guidance, the only kind either of you really knew how to give. And he followed the cue, allowing you to get him back to the couch in the center of your living room.

When Steve felt the backs of his legs press against the sofa, he made a point to stop, to not let you keep pushing. His hands gripped onto your hips, pivoting the two of you so that you now had your back to the couch. He pushed you back just enough for you to fall back onto the cushions and he was on you in an instant.

Before you could take too much time to think about it, your shoes and jeans were on the floor and Steve was hovering over you. It was close, almost cramped quarters on the couch for the two of you, but it’d work. It was fitting. Maybe if he was in the mood to clean up the mess of the day rather than make it worse you would’ve let him fuck you on your bed.

You were pushing his jeans down off his waist just as he was curling his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down your legs at the same time he pulled himself away from you. He only put enough distance between you so that he could take off and cast aside his own clothes. Then he was right back on you, pulling up the bottom hem of your shirt to peel it off over your head. You’d started off undoing the buttons on his shirt, but you only made it about three-fourths of the way before every single type of frustration coursing through you got the better of you and you ripped the remaining few, hearing a couple of them clatter on the floor.

Steve mumbled something against your lips, a sentence you couldn’t quite make out but you knew that he wasn’t thanking you for what you’d just done. Whatever rebuttal you would’ve come up with was lost the second you felt his hand running up the inside of your thigh. The string of curses that you let out under your breath when his fingers slipped between your legs was something he would’ve taken more pride in on a different day under different circumstances.

Your legs were just beginning to tremble when he pulled his hand away. Your head dropped back against the cushion as you muttered an exasperated, “Fuck me.”

Steve let your annoyed statement act as an instruction as he gripped onto your hips and pushed into you. Your legs immediately hooked around his waist, locking him to you. His hips snapped against yours in a way that had you clawing at his back, asking for more with everything but your words. His lips slid down the column of your neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin there until they sunk in right where your neck met your shoulder. You arched into him at the contact, nails setting in a little deeper.

You knew from the second he pulled his mouth off of you that there would be a mark left behind when this was all over. Just another piece of the mess. What was one more bruise?

He put enough distance between the two of you so that he could look down at you and really see you. Despite the motions that you were going through, the peculiar intimacy of it all, you could still see and feel the tension between you. Even knowing it wasn’t going to fix the issue, you still didn’t want to stop. A thought crossed your mind in scattered fragments that you would rather take all of Steve’s anger like this, let it be a problem between the two of you that you tried to work out this way, instead of him constantly making his anger everyone else’s problem that he came across. This had to be better than that, right? It certainly felt better for the moment.

His hand slid up your stomach and over your chest, creeping higher until his hand was resting around your throat. He didn’t say anything for a moment, and neither did you. The look on his face asked the question for him, because he was an asshole, sure, and he had been beyond pissed off with you all day, but still. He still hesitated with the silent question.

You were pissed off too. With him and just about everything else. But right now it was just you and him. And as much as you wanted to make things more difficult just for the sake of doing so, you found yourself nodding instead, curiosity beyond piqued at the way things were unfolding.

His hand tightened and your eyes instantly fluttered shut, body arching into him before you even knew what you were doing. Your eyes were closed and you couldn’t see him, but you heard the breathy, “Fuck,” he let out at the sight of you like that. For a brief moment he almost forgot the hell you’d put him through.

He heard the shaky gasp of a breath that you pulled in despite his grip. He could feel the way your body began to tremble the closer you got to release. Your nails bit into his arm, his shoulder, but you weren’t fighting against him. You were just out of ways to pull him closer so you had to settle for that.

Something about the sight of you like that, coming undone beneath him, looking so blissed out despite having no right after all the hell you’d caused, sent him over the edge right after you. His hand slipped away from your throat as he collapsed against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck for a moment as he felt the thudding of your heart, listened to the sound of you sucking in a full breath. Your hands rested on his back, flat, gentle compared to the way you’d been raking your nails against him before.

Once the two of you had started to catch your breath, you let your hands drift so that they were resting against his sides. “Steve?” you said, voice still a bit raspy.

He pulled back, looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite piece apart. “Yea?”

“Get the fuck off me.” You started to push him away from you, not roughly, but you needed the breathing space. “Please,” you added on, the ultimate afterthought.

He scoffed and shook his head, but he did what you said. You were pretty sure it was the first time you’d ever seen Steve without something to say. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he gathered his clothes off the floor. He tossed you yours as he came across them, and you shimmied into them the best you could from your current position on the couch.

Once he was dressed, his shirt open at the bottom because of the missing buttons, Steve ran his hands back through his hair. His face was flushed, tinged pink in a way that you might’ve found endearing if you weren’t so annoyed still.

He let out a deep sigh before looking over at you. “So…”

You sat up, swinging your legs off the couch so you were sitting on it properly. Bracing your arms against your thighs, you repeated the word back to him. “So?”

“What,” he gestured vaguely in the air, “the fuck now?”

You shrugged, running your hands down your face. “You can stay and we can keep arguing, or you can leave and we can argue again tomorrow.”

His brows knit. “You don’t think we should talk about—”

“Is it gonna change anything?” you asked, cutting him off. “I mean, really. Is anything actually different now?”

“I mean, yea, I was just fuckin’—” he stopped himself short this time, shaking his head. “You know what? You’re right.” He threw his hands up in defeat.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Wow. First time I’ve heard you say that all day.”

“It’s the first time you haven’t been wrong all day,” he rebutted.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for making sure I got home safe, Agent Murphy. Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”

You weren’t yelling, but the look on Steve’s face had you thinking that he almost wished that you were. At least then he’d have a reason to respond in kind. Instead, he shook his head as he made his way to the door. He muttered under his breath, “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

If your head had been a little less foggy, you would’ve gotten the last word in. Instead, all you got was the sound of your apartment door slamming. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned back against the back of your couch, staring up at your apartment ceiling. On top of everything else, now you had this to deal with too. You’d decide for sure in the morning if it was worth the trouble it caused.

[halloweenbitch2764]

Hear me out, max has been locked in that room for so long and we see him escape in his time trailer but is caught. What if young reader - same age as him - helped him escape and been the only source of kindness in his pre entity life showed up years later as a survivor against him ? What’s his reaction ?

Im a hopeless romantic sorry

This is actually such a cute ask. I guess I haven't been seeing my asks recently or I would have done this sooner-

TW: Abuse

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You had stumbled upon the child on accident. He was a boy your age. You lived on a farm of your own nearby but had gotten lost and ended up on their property. You knew next to nothing about your neighbors, being so young. You only knew of a man and a woman. So hearing crying and wailing coming from a wooden shed like structure that was built into the barn freaked you out.

Running over you tried the door and it was locked. Your eyes scanned around, finding a rock and smashing it against the handle. It was all you could think to do as the wailing became louder and more fearful. It took multiple attempts but the knob broke and you were able to push the door open.

A boy sat in the room, a chain wrapped around his leg and kept him chained to the wall. His face was disfigured but he was your age, you could tell. He whimpered and you quickly shushed him, fearing someone would hear.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm gonna take you with me so you wont be kept like this." He was obviously malnourished and had scars on him from what could only be assumed to be beatings. You used the rock and slammed it against the chain connected to the wall. It took a few hits before the boy took the rock, beating his chain off the wall in only a few hits.

You couldn't get the chain off his leg so you gathered it and ushered the boy back towards your house. Surely your parents would understand and help.

"Come on let's go back to my house." A worried expression etched onto your face as the boy reluctantly nodded. You two began to run towards your property. As you entered the tree line that separated your properties you heard a loud "Hey!" but you two didn't dare look back. You collapsed once you got far enough onto your property, him doing the same beside you.

"What's your name?" You asked between pants. "M-Max." His voice was gravelly and sounded as if he barely understood how to speak. His mouth seemed unsure of the movements to make. "I'm Y/N."

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You sighed softly as you sat at the God forsaken campsite. The good memories were the only thing keeping you grounded. You can only go against someone trying to kill you, and succeeding more times than you'd like to admit, before your sanity starts wearing. You missed Max. He was your best friend growing up. You understood what he tried to say despite him not speaking clearly.

Your parents had taken him in and given him a better life than his parents had. His parents never called the cops about it either. You and Max grew up together before one day he vanished. It broke your heart. Nothing left. Not a trace or clue as to what happened. It wasn't long after that you had awoke in the Entities realm.

A couple of other survivors sat nearby, anxiously awaiting a call to another trial. "I heard there's a new killer." Meg spoke. "W-What?!" Dwight seemed terrified at the prospect. You could agree you weren't too enthused at the idea of someone else trying to kill you. "I don't know much besides that he's called "The Hillbilly"." That didn't sound promising.

Before the conversation could continue an internal tug signaled a new trial for you. You sighed as the world went black before you saw a new place come into view. It felt...familiar. Déjà vu was working overtime. You started walking into the land. Tall corn rows, a farm house, and a barn.

You seemed to be alone and away from everyone else so you started working on a generator as you always did. Soon your heartbeat picked up and became almost unbearable. You instantly took off and ran in the opposite direction. You got enough room to look back and at least decipher who you were going against. Obviously not Huntress since there was no humming. And not the Wraith since there was no bell. That still left a lot of options.

You were met with a familiar face. You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. It was undoubtedly Max. His disfigured, yet handsome face. White tank top and jeans. A chainsaw by his side. He seemed to nearly trip as he realized the same thing at almost the same time. You two stood silently as you cautiously eyed each other.

"M...Max?" Your voice came out uneven as the shock started to wear off. He let out a whimper and tossed the chainsaw to the side. You ran over to him and jumped up, hugging him tightly as tears rolled down your face. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, his face burying in your neck as he let out sobs.

You wiped your eyes and pulled away, wiping his tears and kissing his forehead. "Are you okay Max? Oh I've missed you so much, I was so worried! You just vanished and- and I was so scared-" You felt yourself getting choked up as he made an unintelligible noise. It was one you recognized as him trying to comfort you. He ran his fingers through your hair as he had always done when you were upset.

You jumped as a couple generators popped at once. You looked up at him and he smiled. "Promise I'll come see you when the trials over but go do what you need to. I don't want you to get in trouble or anything." You didn't know specifically how the Entity worked. You had only ever heard rumors of punishments when killers would fail. He gave a hesitant nod before kissing your forehead and setting you down. He picked his chainsaw up and after one more look he headed off. You lazily did generators to try and buy him more time but to not be seen as blantantly interfering with the trial.

You may hate being here but this made it a lot easier.

[sheerneglect]

im sick and bedridden so here are my .... *drumroll*

OUTS AND INS FOR 2022

OUT:

- film photography

- athleisure. stop with the lululemon and nike

- going to the thrift but buying things that are genuinely ugly. just because its thrifted doesn't mean its cute

- silk scarves im so over silk

- watching tv

- (romanticization of) eating d!sorders

- crystals and manifesting. if you want something then you better work bitch

- tanning

- tabi BOOTS*

- vaping and wax pens ..... flower only baby. everything hand rolled

- america

- having an ego

- owning a car. having a carbon footprint

- nyu, fit, parsons, etc.

- gender

- social media except for tiktok

- 20 step skincare routine

- birth control

IN:

- cory kennedy/thecobrasnake/indie sleaze vibe (but we already knew this)

- marie antoinette/18th century french/rococo style. lace, frills, big hoop skirts, drawing on beauty marks, pale skin, pastel/regal colors, etc. corsets have already been popular for years so this progression seems natural

- unique hats i.e. raccoon tail hat

- owning a gun

- digital cameras with bright flash

- being multilingual or being able to play a musical instrument

- acne

- fully growing out your pubes (actually ALL of the hair on ur body but specifically pubes). full bush 2022

- nascar/racing jacket

- girlfriend being taller than boyfriend but like it works

- beaded curtains

- marxism

- tabi KITTEN HEELS*

- tattoos that are deliberately amateur and not perfect i.e. auto_christ, elektrastation, and dirtyl00ks on instagram. in 2022 we will see an overall greater appreciation of error and imperfectness

- setting and enforcing boundaries & respecting ourselves

- southern culture and hillbilly/hick culture

- gym wear (DIFF FROM ATHLEISURE) gym shorts, gym socks, sweatbands, wristbands, etc. juno/american apparel vibes

- motorcycles

- CDs

*you'll notice i didn't mention the tabi sneakers on either list. i have a pair of the sneakers but in my mind they are neither here nor there and i used to love them (i still like them) but im dying for a pair of the slingback kitten heels

[ratsbby]

Okay, so the notes of this post have several comments like this, and I just have to say: WE ARE SO FUCKING POOR!!!! Kentucky is poor as shit!!! We have nothing!!! Just because Mitch brings in money doesn’t mean the rest of us see a lick of it. It all goes to him and his investors.

By all means, go after the bastard. But dear lord, can you please have a little compassion for my home state?

Our state government, under democrats and republicans, didn’t fully pay our teachers’ fund for over twenty fucking years! Our state doesn’t pay for our textbooks! A fucking ceiling light fell out and knocked the shit outta the kid sitting next to me in English class because we have no money in our schools to fix them! We just had a teacher strike! Our minimum wage is $7.25! When my city tried to raise it, the state told us we couldn’t! We have major voting rights issues because we’re still so goddamned segregated and feleons can’t vote. We lost our abortion rights months before Alabama. The people in my city are dying of cancer because our government doesn’t care that our factories are poisoning us, and causing us to die early.

And all of y’all shitting on our state and the south in general, sayin we deserve what we get forget that the people hit the hardest by all this are the poor and people of color. We have black and brown Kentuckians, we have refugees, we have migrant workers, we have immigrants– and we aren’t seeing any of this money. I wish we were, because there are many wonderful activists in Kentucky who could use the funds, but we just aren’t.

We are not stupid. We know what the rest of the country thinks about us. But so many of us are so poor, and so desperate. By all means, I am not excusing the racists here, or defending Mitch McConnell. All I’m trying to say is that we do not deserve to be painted in broad strokes, and to be labeled all as “moochers and hypocrots.” Kentucky, Mississippi, Missouri– we need help, but we really aren’t getting it. Our state governments don’t listen to us, and change is slow when our education system is so underfunded. Poverty has wrecked so much for us. Please have some empathy

Mitch McConnell and Rand Paul preside over a massive failing state economy. Their state is subsidized, dependent on socialism from Blue State tax receipts.

Then they have the nerve to say Republicans will never allow socialism in the US.

For his shamelessness, Mitch has GOP leadership role for being the biggest, most dependable failure.

[carrickbender]

A Sunday 7... of sorts.

1. I got something up inside a tooth that is scheduled to be pulled soon, and it decided to become an abscess. I looked mostly like a chip monk, until it started creeping around my sinus cavities. Then I looked like I had a stroke, which I had not had a stroke, but my face sure said it. Thankfully, masks. Day 4 of antibiotics and im better...mostly.

2. The thing that has gotten me through this week? Music, and in specific im trolling through the waters I did in my mid 20s, when I actually was passably attractive and in a LTR with a narcissist whom I would eventually marry and divorce. There's so much more for me in MCR and Panic! than I remember. Not that I need more dramatic stuff...lol

3. So the drink is the contrast from my CT scan. I told him that there must be some mistake, because I ordered a large and this was most definitely a small... he laughed, I cringed.

4. And those were the results- on to oncology and a PET scan. I'm hoping we can do radiation and extraction, so I don't have to be off work that much. H made a morbid but funny comment- "either way, you are going to lose part of your stomach which was the goal, right?". She's been so supportive, and I appreciate her presence in my life.

5. So keeping it lighter- we took a drive to look at houses and went by this gem in South Bend, WA. Apparently, they were bucking for the capitol at one point, and talk about a diamond amongst the dross!

6. And on to other crazy stuff- so Thursday am, I was waking up and heard a sound like something hard hit the house. Like BLLLLLAAAAAMMMM!!!! And it was this poor fellow, a ring necked phesant, who hit the side of the house hard enough to break his neck. I went outside to see if there was anything we could do, as it was kinda warbling around trying to fly at first. But by the time I got shoes on, it had died. Now, lemme say, ring necked pheasants are not very bright. But this one was dumber than most! I mean, we are a terra cotta coloured house surrounded by greens- we stick out!!! He was a big bird, but did we eat it? No. Im a bit of a hillbilly, but no. My mother did, however, come and take a bunch of feathers. I took a few for fly tying too.

Anyhow, much love to all. These next few weeks are gonna be miserable, and I dred even mentioning the word cancer to my mother, who lost both of her parents to cancer. But I swear we are gonna kick this, whatever it is, things ass. I wanna live, and im glad I have you all from whom I draw strength. Many blessings!

[emakenz]

was talking abt symptoms of autism to my parents and my dad put his head in his hands saying he wish the internet didnt exist and that i should go to a library. bitch. you stupid slut. i am expressing my emotions and thoughts just like you have encouraged me to do then you fucking insult me? right to jail. go to big meanie jail. i am sending you to prison.

i was saying how i present a lot of the symptoms (such as social impairment, lack of understanding in social cues, RSD, not understanding social standards and therefore not abiding by what i "ought to do" //like shaving my legs bc im a girl. hell no. hate the feeling, and im not cis, and im not your fucking doll on display//, sensory issues, difficulty processing shit, hyperfixations, etc etc) and he goes and fucking. pretty much SHAMES me for it. not outright saying it, but definitely implying that im just trying to get attention or be special or that im a hypochondriac. im sorry, but last i checked, IM the one whos taken CLASSES. AT SCHOOL. about similar shit. and you have the nerve to blame THE INTERNET for me spitting straight fire. burn in my wrath you dumb whore. im SORRY for EXPRESSING MYSELF and RAMBLING ABOUT THINGS IM INTERESTED IN. god forbid i fucking talk about anything that goes against YOUR VIEWS. you always say that you "dont push your beliefs on others" and that others "shouldnt push their beliefs on you" but yet you stand there and belittle MY BELIEFS when im the one that actually RESEARCHED what IM TALKING ABOUT. what do you know. you only have "experience" (living in a small town full of closed minded hillbillies that strut their problematic asses through life. THATS NOT EXPERIENCE. YOUVE ONLY LIVED IN ONE FUCKING CITY YOUR WHOLE LIFE. YOU DONT LEAVE, YOURE ALWAYS AT HOME OR AT WORK. YOU DONT INTERACT WITH PEOPLE DIFFERENT THAN YOU. YOU DONT KNOW JACK SHIT ABOUT EXPERIENCE AS YOU HAVENT FUCKING LIVED OR LEARNED.). you always compare yourself to others, saying how youre laid back and lenient and the most easy going dad in town, yet when i compare literally anything saying that something is better than this (like i can say i believe that so and so is better than whatstheirface) and if it goes against your opinion, you fucking go on and on about how youre right and im wrong because im just a kid that hasnt lived. bitch you havent lived and youre 45. get over yourself you white cishet privileged motherfucker. your only "discrimination" is being poor, but that comes with living as a LOW LIFE THAT DOESNT TRY TO BETTER THEIRSELF OR TAKE AN OPPORTUNITY WHEN YOU SEE ONE. ive lived in the same broken down trailer since before i was born, ive only went to one school up until high school, (one school for elementary and middle school then the high school, thats it), i havent had a job or done anything with any impact to society so therefore im worthless in your eyes? you provided this for my life. im not going to be your doll, your pet, your servant or what have you. im a fucking person, an individual with my OWN "experience" and views and beliefs. im not following your rules, the rules that have no reason to exist other than it displeases you if i dont follow them. i try to educate myself, i research, i interact with different kinds of people, and while i may not have firsthand "experience" with much, at least i fucking try to not be ignorant. youre so willingly ignorant, you dont care about the facts, you dont trust anything or anyone. youre so skeptical of every little thing. but somehow your beliefs are the definite reality? that you hold the truth? youre so skeptical you dont even trust your own views, you claim to be open minded, then turn around and claim to be closed minded and that your views cant be changed unless proven otherwise, yet even when your view is proven against being true, you still dont believe it. you dont have the confidence in yourself to hold yourself accountable by your own words. youre an ignorant, close minded, hypocritical asshole. i love you, but DAMN you make me mad. everyone has flaws but.. damn. problematic king behavior over here, get him the crown of dumbassery. goddamn.

hes apologized and explained that he tries to be mindful and how much he has to hold his tongue and that hes being polite to me compared to others and how he wont change etc etc. thats not an apology thats a half hearted explanation of why you act that way and that you dont really feel the need to actually try. you say its hard for you to talk to me bc im so "political" and take things literally and personally (the last two are true, but if im to be officially diagnosed with autism, im throwing that in his face. ill give HIM and explanation of why I dont fit his eyes.), im not even political im just honest. if i notice you saying or doing something thats genuinely Wrong, im going to say something, i dont want to be the judgemental "millenial" (im gen z, not that it matters really) but i also dont want to just stand by without saying something. you say im so "politically correct" and it hurts me that you feel so passionate about your fragile mindset that you feel the need to call me out on my "argumentative attitude". im just trying to spread awareness, go ahead, call the pharmacist a slur, say it to their face, you coward. you wont. because you know that its wrong. if you have the balls to say it, i hope someone actually tells you off and gives you the same treatment. you couldnt handle it. being "discriminated" against, while in reality, you were the discriminater. dont fucking dish it out if you cant handle it. be mindful, respectful, and educate yourself. check yourself before you wreck yourself. or someone will come to wreck you themself to teach you a lesson.

very big vent here im tired. ignore this lmfao. everythings fine im just a petty bitch.

[genderdruid420]

Hey! When did you realize you had ADHD? Do you think you showed signs as a kid (because i didn’t)?

i have defs showed signs as a kiddo i would get irrationally mad over homework (still do) and just. not do it at all. but like I COULDNT HELP IT AT THE TIME! ( < that part i can now help, the emotional turmoil that comes wit it,,, still there. just not as bad since im aware of my adhd now) id often fidget also, if i could get away wit tappin my pencil u bet ye ass i is (why do i talk like a fucking hillbilly. oh ya cuz i live in the midwest SDDDS) id also often get waayyyy distracted, and when i would like. come back from spacing out or from focusing on entirely smth else- ive found that ive missed all the important info ! so im just. super mentally blank when the teach actually hands us said assignment in doing my school work too as a youngan, i noticed that i would miss the most important details- and make the weirdest fucking mistakes and i would also have hyperfixations (still v much do and im cool wit it) , where like. ur brain seeks out all of the happy vibes u get from investing emotionally in this one topic when i realized uhh,, well, slightly tmi but i had started thinkin "smth is wrong wit me" when my academic skills just. slowly went BYE BYE as it declined over the year. i started doin terrible in school, save for a couple classes, and i found that i cannot do well in certain enviroments. even asked my principal smth like: "do u think i have adhd?? cuz there are somethings i just cannot control about myself" then his ass went like- "no lol ur not failing class xDD i dont see how u could have it" that. made me relapse in my thought process of telling my dad i could possibly have adhd and id like to be treated (whats funny is that i had to stop stimulants a few weeks ago SDDS so all that thinkin was fer nothin! /lh) also. dont think u have to be failing school to have adhd, i masked this shit like a pro and did fucking well in elementary n middle school, high school however is absolute hell now _______________________________________________ now, i have researched like. causes of adhd and just general info about it cuz im also a nerd but im not sure if adhd can also manifest without a genetic element? when ur a teen i think is when it can be noticeable, but can also develop in adults?? my brain is foggy in this certain area so dont take me too serious but ya! if u showed symptoms as a tiny person, its very likely youd fit the criteria for a diagnosis (WELL. IN THE US ATLEAST idk where u live) i also havent looked up add that well,,, i just hope these help!

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E5

quarantine diaries: may 28 2020

season 2 episode 5: “Human Trials”

i guess a mother always recognizes her daughter even through all that dirt. ngl i cant help but think about how much clarke stinks. Literally was in a pile of bodies and was covered in blood and mud. yet her mother is there hugging and kissing her. 

side note: what if clarke was just a salty bitch and the first thing she said to abby was ‘im still not talking to you. because do you remember when you killed dad?’ i would die  

i love how they are flipping this stereotype of mountain men as in you know how we generally associate mountain people/hillbilly’s as poor uneducated lower class citizens but in this show it’s the opposite. im pretty sure this wasn’t intentional tho. i just watch the documentary “hillbilly” it’s just been on my mind recently

wow kane be doing the important work out here planing a tree. rebuild the ecosystem. side note is climate change/global warming still an issue in this universe or nah?

clarke you just escaped mount weather, survived being hunted alive, survived that fight with anya, survived being shot at. all within a day?! you need to rest. but i guess if you have solar radiation blood you just operate at a different level

bellamy!!! with a new girl around his arm and wearing bellamy’s jacket

nvm. its back to bellamy and clarke. that hugg was like....ok i feel it. i feel the zutara energy. octavia even ships it. but her eye also be saying ‘bitch if you hurt him i swear...’

i swear if finn dies before reuniting with clarke. this show would tho. or like clarke find finn in his final moments

what tf are they doing to lincoln?!

why the hell is bryne in this meeting? is she not going to face any repercussions for shooting at two innocent kids one of whom she killed?! you cant just shoot and kill innocent people without facing consequences? (let me remind you abby was lashed 10 times for less) im not going to get deep into this rn because this blog was not meant for this stuff and i know this show takes place in a different time but with everything that is going on right now in the u.s. i just have to say that pulling out a gun and shooting a person should not be an automatic response and police abusing their power, abusing their authority is not okay.

bellamy bringing up some good points. fight abby! run away with clarke!!

now would have been a good time to bring up your father clarke but maybe shes just waiting to use that one.

raven is the real one with the guns and electrical fence. why was it so easy to escape the camp. like too easy.

maya causing a rift between monty and jaspers. noooo! did we not learn from what happened with Octavia?

maya and the radiation. a bit much. how does this show keep out doing themselves. scene after scene. just when you think that it is safe.

jasper really is a simp giving that blood. octavia? jasper doesnt know her. 

clarke’s face when bellamy told her that finn killed for her. she was like ‘wow. really. i love him more now.’ i know it wasnt meant to be taken this way but clarkes doey eyes don’t lie. 

finn really just threw some fire into the villages whole food supply. woah finn is going crazy here. he really just turned this into a hostage situation. i guess when you hang out with murphy you turn into murphy.

“this one is thoroughbred.” a thoroughbred of what? the British Royal Line? i swear if they tell me that lincoln is a descendant of queen Elizabeth ill die (if you’re wondering about my thought process on this...the best explanation i can give you are those memes about queen Elizabeth being immortal)

monty out here asking the right questions. monty straight up put his hands and sat down. staying right by his friend’s side. we stan a loyal king. monty really shined in this scene. you have to agree. this is my favorite moment of the show thus far.

abby slapped a one legged girl. abby she is a kid and you is an adult. yeah abby just lost some points in my book.

preach raven preach. yeah these kids loss their sense of innocence a looooong time ago. get with the program abby

jaha and kane reunited!! I guess my ship hasn’t been sunk yet. but also wasnt he just in the desert?

woooow this is full on hostage situation? is finn gonna go full anakin? and just embrace the dark side?

murphy suddenly a good guy?? 

now lincoln is a drugy? waht?

also what with the veins on these mountain people. please tell me they’re vampires and thats the real reason they don’t go to the outside in the sun. plus all the blood transfusions a bit suspicious if you ask me

aahh daddy. nepotism. fun fact about me absolutely no one asked for: “nepotism” is one of my favorite office episodes

but also that son be looking like he don’t listen to daddy. i swear the son is gonna turn on him. bet.

yep finn really killed kids and woman. this boy went full anakin. but i guess the writers be planting this plot point: spacewalker more like skywalker. yes this is a dumb theory but what if this is what the writers were actually thinking when they wrote finns character...

finn out did himself. i think he has highest body count out of all those from the 100. i think the real turning point in his character development was when he killed that reaper in the mines with clarke. it was right there and then that the knew he was willing to kill for clarke and hes not just gonna stop now. love really makes people do crazy things. big yikes when clarke caught him in the act. but ofc the show would have clarke appear 5 minutes finn goes ballistic. 

but also finn is joe from you. literally doing the most for the one he loves even tho his love never asked for any of it. and not feeling that bad about it. the boy literally massacred a village but the first thing he says to clarke is “i found you” ...yeah finn really did a 180 in the worst way possible

side note: to anyone who thinks im being hypocritical about bryne/the guard and finn. let me remind you that finn is a kid whose brain has not fully developed. he also has been through a lot shit since since being sent to earth so he is bound to be unstable. now im not saying that finn doesnt deserves any repercussions because believe me i do. i will get mad if he faces no consequences. but the fact of the matter is that byrne and the guard, people who are entrusted with power and authority cannot just abuse their power and authority shooting at random on the whim that anyone and anything is a threat.

[baberoe-archive]

back on my museum shit i am thinking about the Shenanigans of gene roe the paintings conservator renée the sculpture conservator anna the paper/manuscript conservator hillbilly the textile conservator and snafu the frames conservator heres a list

i mentioned this in the original post but renée always pretends to fuck up and she’ll say smth like “oh merde” just to give gene a heart attack (not when hes working on a painting though because he will end her life)

snafu likes to do the same thing to sledge so he and renée have lunch together sometimes to recount their pranks and plan together. if either gene sees this lunch meeting happening they will alert the other.

eddie pretends to ask snaf and renée to stop but actually he thinks it is very very funny

sometimes snaf and renée dont talk about pranks though they just talk about wood. they LOVE that shit 99% of their emails to each other are “LOOK AT THIS WOOD!!!!” and “LOOK AT THESE WOOD CONSERVATION TECHNIQUES”

anna is a big painting buff despite her specialization in paper objects so sometimes gene will be like “anna can you tell me if this is pencil?” just so she has an excuse to look at paintings and talk about them

the whole department speaks french. obviously they will Gossip okay. they just will. 

this bars eddie and he is PISSED about it like i am the head of this department let me in on your stupid french secrets!!! hes tries to take them down a notch by france bashing but snafs like “none of us are from france we all hate france. besides you are from english lineage” and eddie’s like well cant argue with that

anna and snafu are pretty good artists in their own right, so they have Special Lunch Meetings where they go out and sketch and unwind

gene and renée and eddie are decidedly Not artists so departmental pictionary games are fun

and the department meetings always devolve into pictionary okay you give snaf a whiteboard and a marker he is drawing on it

gene and snafu join forces to check up on the paintings and frames in the vaults, and they always have to block out an entire afternoon because they never want to go back to work afterwards. gene is a very calming presence for snafu and snafu knows how to get gene to unwind they just vibe HARD during these sessions.

when they are out of the studio, eddie fucking bails. he likes to pretend he is a professional but actually he is a stupid sap and he is going to see his bf okay. goodbye losers im saying hi to andy. meanwhile, anna and renée like to talk to each other about the projects they are working on and what they want to get to soon and also if they flirt a little bit then that is no ones business okay!

sometimes the department fights about techniques and theory and when they fight... oh boy Do They Fight

one day lipton enters to ask a quick question about a baroque end table, he feels the tense silence, he sees everyone with their earbuds in and Not Looking at each other, and he leaves immediately. he sends out an email that says “they are fighting give them a few days”

this excludes eddie who is whistling to himself and marveling over stitching patterns and is completely unaffected by the showdown that occurred not even an hour ago

eddie brings in his guitar sometimes on fridays and serenades them. sometimes its fun but sometimes they simply do not want to hear acoustic my neck my back by khia for the third time in a row

every month they have lunch together on the department credit card and they claim it is a Very Important Meeting Expense. it’s not much they just go to the diner down the block and spend an hour together and have fun :)

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it was so gross literally after i broke up w my ex he literally thought he could win me back witha. mcnuggets meal im not fucking joking. i told hom to leave and go away but once i came outside to talk to him he said all that shit like “oh so those 2 and a half years were for nothing” trying to make me feel guilty for cutting his disgusting ass off and i hugged him and said “i want you to live for yourself now okay? please take care of yourself” because i was soterrified i was gonna wake up to the news that he was dead and it would all be my fault and this lmotherfucker has the gall to say to me :”i know youll be back” like FUCK YOU actually FUCK YOU for setting up threesomes behind my back just to inform me of them last moment and get really upset whhen i say no and tell him it makes me feel ugly and unwanted and oh oh oh he just wants to “experiment” and im being “closed minded” which is probably why he cheated on me lol i fell out of love with him the second he told me he cheated on me with a 30 year old man but forgave him and stayed with him so he wouldnt kill himself and the second time he told me about cheating and near fucking this hillbilly girl i broke down because he promised to never do it again and i trusted him and he did it again to my weak stupid exploitable ass.... but i felt myself fall out of love with him and asked for a break. i was planning to just ghost him but the next day i was so mad and i was like 5 months sober i felt so empty and mad and betrayed so i fucked one of my coworkers in his expensive car mommy and daddy bought for him in our work parking lot after close and then i immediately went to a party took shrooms and had the worst trip of my life ego death and realizing im trapped in a fucking cage and the world is harsh and unforgiving and it made me want to go to the mental hospital i WANTED to go so where did that lead me. where did this bad trip lead me?????? right back into my cheating exs arms lol and it took me 7 more months to finally end it.