#Kevin did not approve

[kariachi]

Wake up, immediately write Osmobeast brand fic, though this is a focus on Gwen and Gar and Zed.

In which Things Have Happened, secrets are being kept to the grave, Zed is a Good Girl, and Gar is going to rest and relax one way or the other.

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“Where’s Kevin?” Gwendolyn started, nearly dropping her book as she turned to find Gar a few steps out of the bedroom, visibly resisting the urge to rub at his bandages. Damnit, him, Rae, Rook, and Argit, all too damn quiet, it shouldn’t have been legal.

“Argit needed him for something,” she said with a soft smile, setting the book aside and hoping the lie worked. “I lost detail rights about two months into our relationship, nonetheless now. How are you feeling?” Immediately he flashed her a smile back.

“Fine, fine. Everything’s back to rights.” As if she was going to believe it. They’d been told what had happened- it wasn’t uncommon for people to try actively to kill a hero, it was uncommon for them to come so close to success, and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours quite yet. Bullshit he was fine.

A little voice in her head that sounded annoyingly like Argit called her a hypocrite, but she ignored it in favor of the current issue.

“Kevin and Rae specifically sent me here to look after you,” she said, mouth shifting into a no-nonsense line. “Quote, ‘tie him to the couch if you have to’, end quote. I’m not falling for the ‘I’m fine, let me back in, Coach’ game.” The statement was mostly true. She wasn’t falling for it, and when she’d told Raven she was heading out to keep an eye on him because something urgent had come up for Kev she had been asked to get him to rest and heal under any means necessary. Kevin had not requested anything.

In truth, the last she heard Kevin was still tense as a bowstring in Argit’s livingroom, both his teams there as the closest thing to an armed guard they did. It was the only reason he wasn’t sat where she was now, because they didn’t trust him to leave the eyesight of at least two people at a time- not counting Argit ‘he’d lie and you’d swear to it’ Levin- lest he try to go and murder the fucker who’d tried to murder Gar. Again. Would be attempt three, because ‘tenacious’ was listed right between ‘funny’ and ‘short-tempered’ on any description of him. It wouldn’t be a pretty murder either, the last one she knew of had involved dropping a man into the Sun and when they’d managed to find and stop him on the first attempt he’d been in the middle of getting a grip on the bastard’s sternum. There’d only been the three of them at that point, and they’d been focused more on stopping Kevin than catching anybody so, fucker had escaped. And then Kevin had escaped. And then they’d brought in the other Amalgams so somebody could stop him while they grabbed the would-be-murder-combo.

When she’d left- remembering Kevin once mentioning Gar freaking out after waking up alone in the apartment following a Bad Day- Argit had been using the fact they’d been brought into custody to try to get Kevin to not go after them again- too risky, too likely to be found out, etc. But she’d seen the gears turning behind those pretty brown eyes, and knew he was coming up with a million plans that hopefully wouldn’t get tested.

But Gar didn’t need to know that. He already had enough to deal with without whatever issues it may or may not drum up to know that while he may hunt down threats with the intention of bringing them into custody, that wasn’t an option that had ever, or may ever, cross Kevin’s mind when it came to protecting his loved ones.

Really, nobody outside Kevin’s teams needed to know that.  What stood for a reputation for him was already iffy, and his relationships with the Titans didn’t need the blow.

Gwendolyn was going to be doing her best to hide this information from Rae for the rest of eternity.

In the here and now, though, Gar diverted his gaze from her, automatically reaching to scratch along Zed’s ridge when she began licking his hand with a concerned whine. Trying to hide the sigh he heaved, he made his way over and settled beside Gwendolyn on the couch, baskurr jumping up into the space between them and settling her head in his lap.

“I’m tired and sore,” he admitted, quietly, like it was the only way he could get the words out, and probably only because Zed was there. For all she was a born and raised hunter, they were all pretty sure she’d only found her calling once she’d gotten an owner in need of severe emotional support. (Gwendolyn and Rae had talked once about Kevin’s disaster of sleeping issues, wondering if maybe Zed could be trained to help with the ‘randomly collapsing’ side of things too, and she remembered that she would need to bring the topic up the next time the guys were both there and things weren’t So Much.)

“Okay,” she said, carefully patting a clear piece of shoulder as she stood up. “Stay there, cuddle your stepdog, I’ll get you some tea and something to eat.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Kevin would never forgive me if I didn’t.” That at least was true. Everything that had gone wrong in their relationship? Near instant forgiveness. Letting Gar go thirsty or hungry? He’d carve it into her gravestone. Come back from the dead to carve it into her gravestone, if need be. “Anything specific you want?” There was a long space before-

“There’s a tin by the sink and some egg salad in the fridge I need to finish off.”

“Great.” For a while the apartment was quiet, Gar’s praising Zed just a whisper in the main space while Gwendolyn got food and drinks set up. Two egg salad sandwiches, a bowl of reptile pellets and leftover curry for Zed, and two mugs of tea. She recognized it as the same Erinaen blend Argit had gifted her once while she was still with Kevin. At no point had she tried it- essentially immediately regifting it to a guy Emily had intended to break up with- but she didn’t feel comfortable digging through their cabinets more than she had to. Plus, presumably if it was poison he wouldn’t be getting it for the guys.

“Thanks,” Gar said as she handed him a plate and mug, giving a more honest smile.

“You’re welcome.” She put Zed’s bowl on the floor before sitting down herself. As she was grabbing the remote, the baskurr gazed over the edge of the couch at her food, whined, but refused to leave her spot at Gar’s side. Really, she should’ve known by now. The bowl got replaced onto the coffee table, which Gar seemingly automatically pulled closer with his foot, and she went to town. Gwendolyn just chuckled. It was nice to know that some things just were and were good, even when things were going sideways. “Now, I know for a fact Kevin’s got the entirely of Too Cute available, does that work for you too or do you have some other ‘relax by any means’ show you’d rather watch?”

[deelebee]

A bit late but WOOHOO WIP WEDNESDAY: Kevin POV edition

Kevin knew off-handedly that Andrew’s memory was insanely accurate, but he didn’t think his brain retained information eidetically like this. It was a truth, something Neil and Andrew had a game going about, but it was also a giveaway. Andrew was in, he was playing the game, and Kevin felt a rush of elation only matched by the memory of Neil’s lips on his.

It seemed that Neil was having this same realization, because he looked at Kevin, then Wymack, then back to Andrew. “How tall is Lakes?”

A fifth-year striker. Five foot eight or nine if Kevin remembered correctly. Andrew shot Neil a bored look. “Look it up.”

“Humor me just this once,” Neil replied, and Andrew began turning away, but Neil hooked his fingers in Andrew’s racquet like Kevin had done to Neil’s at the beginning of the summer and tugged. “How tall is he?”

“Five-six?” Matt guessed.

“Five-eight,” Andrew corrected, and Kevin silently sucked in a breath.

Neil let go of Andrew’s racquet and held onto his own, looking every inch a professional exy striker with the determination of a drowning man fighting the waves. “We’re going to win.”

“You were expecting us to lose?” Dan asked.

“No,” Neil admitted, and grinned, and Kevin knew a shark when he saw one, and he could see Andrew’s gaze on Neil’s twisted smile out of the corner of his eye, and they were both so fucked for this boy, weren’t they?

Then the smile was hidden with Neil’s gloved hand against his mouth, like he could tell he was smiling and hated it, and the moment was gone.

[leclsrc]

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genre: mobile au, 2k celebration

The wise old saying goes: “Don’t let your situationship stop you from finding your girlfriend.” Carlos takes it to heart. (parts one, two here)

auds here... third n final part to my beloved sneaky series i love this so much so fun so modern so funny silly sexy a bit even! this was an excuse for me to exhaust the kevin hart memes on my roll lol

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[temiree]

It took a week, but I'm finally feeling well enough to draw again! I got food poisoning last week, for those out of the loop. I'd say I'm at 90% now, health-wise. I did this as a test to see if I got rusty over the whole week where I didn't draw at all. I think this was the first time in 8-9 years that I didn't draw in a whole week (back during my game dev days). Fortunately this came out pretty easy!

I'm going to be working on Patreon stuff first, then I'll either color a couple of approved commission sketches or work on a new Little Runt page. Stay tuned! And remember to always wash your carrots. 🥕

For context on what Tem is saying there, I watched a ton of Defunctland while I was sick and couldn't do anything else. Thanks for the great videos that helped pass the time, Kevin! 🦦👍

[chosomindslave]

What artist does the JJK characters listen to?

Summary: stated it the title

Genre: very informative

Satoru Gojo🧿: 100% rod wave. idk what be wrong with Gojo but I just feel it in my CORE he listens to rod wave vigorously. Trust whenever Ijichi is chauffeuring you two you’re either gonna hear Turks and Caicos or Heart on ice… something is wrong with him seriously…

Suguru Geto🐵: mfer don’t listen to music 😞. He prolly only hear it as monkeys making their distinctive sounds…

Kento Nanami🥖: The Jacksons… (Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, etc) idk Nanami gives off grown man vibes but not grown man Kevin Gates vibes. I could see him listening to Janet Jackson, or even En Vogue… yk he’s really just that bitch. He probably listens to artists like Joe and Jon B also, you never know, but I can say one thing for sure , HE HAS TASTE

Choso Kamo🩸: it’s really whatever Itadori is listening to at the moment, he doesn’t have an exact preference

Yuuji Itadori👊🏽: Ice Spice, IKIK ITS CRAZY BUT PLSSD don’t sit there and tell me Itadori wouldn’t be walking down the hallways at Jujutsu high saying “like what let’s keep it a buck” NO SERIOUSLY, or “im still shaking ass in the deli” LMAOOOO

Megumi Fushiguro🐕‍🦺: Guns N Roses… look man he had a hard life LMAO but still then yk he just gives off the type to like Rock music, I can see him liking pierce the veil also…

Nobara Kugisaki🔨: SZA , she’s definitely a scissor girly. But even still then I do think she also listens to artist like Ariana Grande. Yesss kwueen

Yuta Okkotsu🗡️: before Africa, most def YONCÉ, but after coming back from Africa all mf hear is war sirens . What the fuck did Gojo have him look for THAT BITCH IS PTSDIFED lord somebody save Yuta

Maki Zenin🦚: girls generation. Idk after I seen that mfn edit with her and Kugisaki I just KNEW she was an snsd fan. BESIDES look at the way she dressed in the movie, and me ready to risk it all for her. SNSD APPROVED

Toge Inumaki📢: Sukihana, Sexy Red and Cupcakke. Look man, this mf a troll you think his top three artists aren’t the cuntiest of all time? His impulsive thoughts take over each time. Just know he ain’t a freak but he listen to nasty asss songs, cs why are you listening to somebody talk about eating niggas ASS?

(tumblr wouldn’t let me add in a gif for him FUCK YOU)

Panda🐼: Lana Del Rey: look man Panda is all about is aesthetic, you can’t tell me mf don’t be having his lil ciggy hanging out his mouth, looking out the window playing Summertime Sadness NEXT

[batboyblog]

Things the Biden-Harris Administration Did This Week #34

Sep 13-20 2024.

President Biden announced $1.3 billion in new funding for Historically Black Colleges and Universities. The Biden-Harris Administration has already invested a record breaking $17 billion in HBCUs since the President took office. HBCUs represent an important engine for making black professionals. 40% of all Black engineers, 50% of all Black teachers, 70% of all Black doctors and dentists, 80% of all Black judges, and the first black Vice-President, Kamala Harris, are HBCU graduates. HBCUs have also been proven to be far better at boosting the long term economic prospects of graduates than non-HBCU colleges. The bulk of the new funding will go directly to supporting students and helping them pay for college.

The Department of Transportation celebrated 60,000 infrastructure projects funding by the Biden-Harris Bipartisan Infrastructure Law. This landmark is a part of the Biden-Harris team's effort to address America's long neglected infrastructure. From major multi-state projects to small town railway crossings every project was lead by a local community in need not a make-work project dreamed up in Washington

The Department of Energy announced over 3 billion dollars to support the battery sector. The 25 projects across 14 states will help support over 12,000 jobs. Advanced battery technology is key to the shift to a carbon energy free economy. The move is meant to not only boost battery production but also shift it away from China and toward America.

Maine and Rhode Island both launched a partnership with the federal government to help save low income families money on their utility bills. The program offers low and moderate income households aid in updating wiring, switching to energy efficient appliances, and installing heat pumps.

The EPA announced $156 million to help bring solar power to low-income New Mexico residents. This is part of the Biden-Harris Administration’s "Solar for All" project aimed at helping low-income people afford the switch over to solar power. It's expected that 21,750 low-income households in New Mexico will benefit from the money. New Mexicans can expect to save over the next 20 years $311 million in energy costs.

The Department of The Interior announced the first ever leases for wind power in the Gulf of Maine. The leases for 8 areas off the coast of Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine will be sold in late October. The Department believes that once developed the wind power from these leases could produce 13 gigawatts of clean offshore wind energy, enough to power 4.5 million homes. When added to the 15 gigawatts already approved by the Biden-Harris team it brings America close to Biden's 30 gigawatts of clean offshore wind power by 2030.

The Senate approved the appointment of Kevin Ritz to the Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit, which covers Kentucky, Michigan, Ohio, and Tennessee. The Senate also approved Mary Kay Costello and Michelle Williams Court to district court judgeships in Pennsylvania and California respectively. Costello is the 12th LGBT judge appointed by President Biden, making him the President to appoint the most LGBT people to the federal bench more than during Obama's 8 years. President Biden has also appointed more black women, such as Judge Court, to the bench than any other President. Judge Court also represents President Biden's move to appoint civil rights attorneys to the bench, Court worked for the ACLU in the mid-90s and was a civil rights expect at HUD in the early 2000s. This brings the total number of judges appointed by Biden to 212.

[picklebunbun]

adoptive parent! reader + kenny, karen, and kevin

_____________★彡✩ミ★_____________

hc or oneshot/series?: Headcannons

gn reader, they/them prns

genre: bit of angst, fluff

romantic/platonic?: platonic

fandom: South Park

cw: mentions of abuse, mentions of child neglect, mentions of horrible living conditions

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scenario

you’ve heard of how horribly these three kids at south park were being treated, you’re heart immediately ached for them

they were all staying at a foster home, yiu’ve decided to adopt them

their clothes were raggedy with a few hole here and there, they had dirt all over their bodies and looks like they haven’t in years

actual hc

when the three went to your house, it was basically luxury than the house that they used to live in. Touching every little thing in your house

even though he’s the oldest out of the three, Kevin had no idea how to bathe himself or brush his teeth, so when teaching him these things, it was basically like mentoring a toddler

it certainly was nice to eat something other than half eaten poptarts and ice, you actually had a shocked face when seeing how skinny all of them were

Kenny would actually like a room with his little sister, he was always terrified that something would happen to Karen and he wouldn’t be there to stop it

Karen would make you play dress up with her, since she could actually get dolls and dresses. Karen definitely uses up all her princess makeup {not that good on actually putting it on}

During dinnertime, it was really hard to get used to, Karen always got scared of being yelled at for saying anything. Honestly, “dinnertime” back at the old house always made Kenny sick in the stomach but was pleasantly confused when it really wasn’t as bad as he thought

all of their moods significantly approved, even looking and smelling better at school. A lot of students were confused on how different they looked

it would be very wise to block out any 🌽 sites, just incase

the first month/week was extremely tough, it was pretty hard to get them to fully trust you, it’s not that they’re ungrateful, they’ve just gone through so much that it’s difficult to

When they do, it’s really nice, you get to have one-on-one conversations with you. It’s also nice to see them comfortable in your house rather than stand in the corner, scared

Kenny’s friends talk about the sudden change “is that your new parent?“ “yeah they’re really sweet!“ “thank god we don’t have to smell you anymore“

Kevin really likes racecars and comic books, he never had a chance to become an actual teenager and mostly fished with his dad, which he didn’t really like. So, when you bought him those things as a surprise for his birthday, he was absolutely estatic, jumping up and down

Karen likes getting her hair brushed, ever since she saw tangled, she sang the “healing“ song everytime you brush her hair. Karen also wears her Rapunzel tiara all the time, she likes the way it looks!

It was a little confusing seeung Kennt in a princess costume, but it really doesn’t matter, if he wanted to be a princess then he can {even if it’s for a stupid roleplay} you did his make-up and everything, which was nicely done may I add

In all seriousness, you seriously saved them, they can finally be normal kids and not have to worry if they have to eat the grass to survive tommorrow

~~~

[stick-ball]

I'm still thinking about what Nora wrote in the recent Thea Muldani post, and it has me reeling in the best way possible.

I feel like it could have been an important moment for Thea - when Jean started following her around after joining the Ravens bcs. She was a black woman in that mess of a place and it was *hard* and as Nora said, nobody gave a flipping fuck about her really. No matter the effort she put in.

She fought hard for every little slip of recognition and approval. But still, no matter how good, she was nothing to the others on the team, even people she must've been in some way intimate with, even if in a shallow way. Then, though, everyone knows Kevin and Riko, and how above everyone else on the team they are. The standing is written plainly on their cheeks, so that no one forgets it, and the number on her jersey is far, far from theirs.

But then, there's the third guy. None of them really knew much about Jean before he joined them in his freshman year, did they? Maybe im forgetting something, but to my knowledge from all we know, Jean was not a celebrity kid, but a dirty secret for the Moriyamas. So, there's this other guy, who has a number 3 appointed to him by the Master himself, and from all possible people to follow, he is there right at her heels whenever he can. He did it bcs she was that good, and he wanted to get pointers to assimilate with the teams work smoothly enough to not get more punishment than he already was receiving but, Thea doesn't really know this does she? Not about the punishment and most likely not about the fact they do think she's good enough to be noticed by the perfect court either. It's not riko who's noticing, but it's still something, isn't it? So yeah, I think they must be maybe not friends exactly, but in some weird way, it must be some kind of landmark for them both. Maybe that will turn into a kind of friendship years later in a healthier setting?

But again, imagine the mess of that: Jean is always with Riko and Kevin, except when he's following the girl everyone around is trying to put "in her place". And he matters in some way, he must, because standing is everything in the nest, and he's right after the sons of exy.

I dont think it makes Thea "stand a bit taller" or feel stronger or whatever, bcs she knows she is strong and talented and is worth being here. Or at least she tries to remember that her belief in herself is what got her here. Her faith must come from within. But everyone still needs the recognition of all that hard work. To not burn out. At least every once in a while, especially in a place so devoid of it as the Nest. And maybe Jean was the person to first show that recognition to her, without even knowing it?

[otdiaftg]

When Wymack dismisses them for break Andrew immediately sets off down the length of the court wall. Renee glances at Neil. Neil isn't sure it is an invitation until he turns toward her and gets an approving smile. He is keenly aware that they are attracting attention as they set off after Andrew, but Neil doesn't look back at anyone.

There was a good chance the others didn't want him hanging out with the goalies, and it wasn't because it meant he and Kevin were still on the outs. The Foxes might be leery of Andrew and Renee's friendship, but there was over three hundred dollars in the pot on their would-be relationship working out. Neil distracted them from each other. Neil harbored no such illusions about Renee's chances. Besides, Renee did a good enough job distracting herself. She faded out of the conversation several times to check her phone and tap out quick messages. Neil picked up a little of the slack because they were planning evacuation routes and critical supply stops in case of a zombie invasion. Surviving on the run was Neil's forte and, even though it was a ridiculous scenario, it was interesting to see how his priorities compared with theirs. Renee stressed the importance of collecting survivors, which Andrew shot down immediately. "You wouldn't go back for anyone?" Renee asked. Andrew turned his hand over. "I can count them on one hand." "I think Coach would be good in a fight," Renee said as they passed the benches again. Wymack glanced their way, hearing his name, but only needed a moment to realize they weren't talking to him. "He's got a weapons permit, too." "He sold the gun when I kept breaking into his apartment," Andrew said. "What about Abby?" "What use is she to me?" Andrew asked. "You can't bandage a zombie bite and she wouldn't let us execute the infected. Besides, Coach wouldn't let her leave his sight. Let him keep her safe as long as he can." Renee conceded the point with a nod, and the conversation moved on to less crazy ideas. It stuck with Neil, though, and he tuned out their next debate. He wondered what he'd do if an invasion really happened. Neil was used to cutting all ties and hitting the ground running. Chances were it'd be instinctive to abandon all of them if the undead put in a ravenous appearance. It wasn't exactly an uplifting realization, but Neil could accept the ugly truths about himself.

Day: Tuesday, January 16th Time: 4:45 PM EST

[ashestoashes7]

Sometimes I think about exactly what it means for the Ravens to have wanted Andrew.

They usually get what they want, and although Andrew could certainly deny them, they had plenty of leverage to make their proposal forceful enough that refusal would have a cost he wasn’t willing to pay. And maybe that factored into the men who attacked Nicky or the peculiar court decision relating to Andrew’s drugs but perhaps Kevin had something to do with Andrew not being forced into being a Ravens.

It was Kevin who convinced Riko to look at him as an option and perhaps it was Kevin who realized that to make him perfect court would be a cruelty to him. I know he didn’t keep them out of the goal, but it’s the Ravens, they could have made him into what they wanted and I find it interesting that Andrew’s ‘perfect court’ journey did not amount to more than, according to Jean, Riko mocking Kevin for the better part of a year.

There is no way a goalie who blew his arms out, who could play like that wouldn’t catch Riko’s eye as something he could bring back to hopefully gain approval. But he didn’t. They came back and Riko mocked Kevin for his decision which meant he didn’t see Andrew worth playing dirty to get.

Riko could have used Aaron or Nicky or a litany of other things against him and I wonder if Kevin, after hearing his unwillingness, stepped hard enough on ‘he’s not worth it’ to make machinating a situation in which a ‘yes’ was pried from Andrew not an option.

I know Jean says something like Andrew hadn’t earned Kevin’s determination until later, but Jean wasn’t there. He didn’t go on the trip, he didn’t see what made their final decision into ‘not worth it’ rather than ‘he could be made into something worthy of a number’.

Being proven wrong was probably seen as an unacceptable waste of time and error Kevin had to suffer for, but I occasionally wonder if he looks around at the Foxes, at Neil and Andrew and Aaron and Nicky, and is silently grateful for the consequences of not pushing until something broke because otherwise none of them may have ever had this

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Mordent

Chapter Eighteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam, Billie

Word Count: 2880ish

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, this turned into more of a brother chapter than I originally intended, talk of tattoos and body mods, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Dean walked out of the studio with a cassette recording of their album, a CD and a thumb drive. He always asked for it to be playable in the impala and Ash always came through. The other options were for Bobby and Sam, respectively. Sam would send the files to everyone else. It was finished, set to be released while they were on tour, with the label’s stamp of approval and all. ‘Waysides and Regrets’ was thirteen songs packed with everything they could pour into them.

"Don’t call it a comeback,” Dean muttered to himself as he slipped into the driver’s seat and popped the cassette into the deck. The opening to Rupture ripped through the speakers and Dean cackled at hearing it like a civilian. He drummed along with Pam on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot, saluting the guard at the gate as he went. 

He listened to it all before going back home. Rupture bled into Pushing Through which mellowed out to the subdued Brothers Keeper. Then they cranked it back up with Route 666, which slid into the angsty Prophet and Loss that showcased just why Kevin was Cas’ replacement (musically at least). Beyond the Mat and Goodbye Stranger were two sides of the same coin, introspective but in different tones, soulful and combative respectively. Then there was the first single, Annie’s duet, Baby, which Dean unabashedly wrote about his car, but as if she were real and he could thank her and praise her for everything she meant to him. He sang out loud with every word of that song as he cruised faceless side streets letting the music wash over him. 

Everybody Loves A Clown, Except Sam was supposed to be a joke track, but they got carried away with it and it actually was one of the funnest songs to play for Dean, and Kevin going full calliope for the chorus was totally worth it.  Gods and Monsters was fueled by Dean’s inner rage and where his anger came from, also known as John Winchester and his own self worth issues. Missouri had a field day when he sent her those lyrics. Then there was Lee’s track which Dean helped merely tweak some lines, Give Me My Axe: An Executioner’s Song. It was even better with the windows down and the road disappearing beneath his tires. The final track was an anthem, not quite what the kids would call a banger, but celebratory enough to be the potential second single from the album. It’s about the weekend Dean finally came up for air, when Sam holed him up at Bobby’s cabin in Tahoe and they had his come-to-Jesus intervention thing. It’s about letting go and letting your people catch you, aptly named Weekend at Bobby’s. It turned out better than Dean could have hoped.

He turned into the canyon when the bonus tracks started, knowing the album was drawing to a close and wanting Sam to hear it before he got too emotional about it. The house was quiet when he walked in, the coffee still in the pot, but Sam’s rinsed-out smoothie blender upside down in the sink. Dean found Sam outside, despite the cooler air, going through his yoga routine. 

Dean teased Sam about a lot of things, but it held little venom with the things that brought Sam well-being. 

“Hey, mop-head, got the album when you’re ready,” Dean called from the doors off the kitchen.

Sam exhaled and smiled, eyes closed in concentration. Dean didn’t know how he did it, but he understood sometimes other senses just get in the way of an experience, almost like they try to crowd it or consume it because it’s not about them.

“Gimme like ten minutes,” Sam replied and shifted into mountain pose. 

“Fair enough.”

Dean left the thumb drive on the counter and made his way into the living room. They had speakers in their jam room, but Dean hadn’t eaten and lunch was sounding better by the second. So he popped the CD into the stereo and paused it with one of the many remotes they’d accumulated through years of technological upgrades. Sam had an app on his phone for half of it, but Dean still favored physically punching buttons to get what he wanted done.

He made his way back into the kitchen and started pulling things out for BLTs. Sam had some tofu-bacon in the drawer and he fried that up too, and if a little of the real grease got on it, it was too bad for Sam. He grabbed a couple of bags of chips from the pantry and then some leftover fruit salad from the fridge to even them out. Life was about balance after all, and having a health nut for a brother and roommate Dean had learned to pick his battles. 

“Hey, that smells amazing,” Sam broke through Dean’s little self-congratulation.

“Yeah, mine does, yours smells like a nursing home cafeteria—- You ready?” Dean asked, holding up the remote with one hand while popping a chip into his mouth with the other.

“Hit it,” Sam agreed, sitting at the counter as Dean slapped his sandwich down in front of him.

They ate and listened, commenting here and there. Sam helped Dean clean up the kitchen and they both gravitated to the couch to finish listening. Dean took out a bowl he kept in an end table and packed it, smoking casually as Sam took in each song, each transition. 

It was one moment, but it was also a hundred others in the years before it. Brothers sitting in comfortable quiet as music spoke to them instead of one another. They were thirteen and nine and Dad had brought home a signed Lyle Lovett album for them to ingest. While neither of them were yet prone to country, it shifted their ideas of just what good music was. They were fifteen and eleven and done enough chores for a trip to Record Town in North Platte where they each got a tape apiece. Dean got Jar of Flies by Alice in Chains while he convinced Sam to get The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails instead of Tori Amos’ Under the Pink. They read every line of production details and lyrics on the pamphlets tucked into the plastic cases. 

Sam came home to find Dean back for the weekend. It was early ‘98 and it felt like everything had turned horrifyingly pop focused. The Prodigy’s Fat of the Land was playing on the boombox Dean had dragged out of Sam’s room as his big brother cleaned the kitchen back to his standards and not Kate’s livable level of clutter. They were waiting to hear if they had a brother or a sister. The only thing said between them was Dean reassuring Sam that he put his Celine Dion CD back in its case. 

They sat in Lee’s dorm room, stoned and drunk, watching as his roommate's computer uploaded their album. It felt like it would take forever, but it was also insane to think that people all over the world could listen to their music. It was full of possibility, but it was also just two brothers and their friends in their habitat, existing together.

“Dude— did you autotune me?!” Sam gaped, chuckling self consciously while listening to his line of the acoustic track of Brothers Keeper.

“Barely. Like nobody’s gonna notice, they’ll be too busy balling their eyes out,” Dean reassured.

“Yeah, like you, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Sam laughed, but let his embarrassment go; the nervous bastard always hated singing which was why he wasn’t as good at it. 

The album reached its end and they started talking about ideas for the tour, things to write down and beg Charlie for like lighting designs or album specific imagery when they hop back into their older stuff. It was almost four when Dean finally got over to Bobby’s with the CD, but he didn't stay for another listen. He let Annie have her moment with Bobby gushing, as much as the geezer could or would gush.

On the way home, you called him squealing with excitement.

“You listen to it already?”

“No! I just got the files from Sam. I guess I shouldn’t have called until I heard it all, huh?”

Dean chuckled. “Maybe. Or maybe you’ll hate it and never want to talk to me again.”

“Ha-ha. But no, seriously, I’m so excited. I’m going to blast it as I meal prep. Do you want my review long hand or can I just call you back and talk your ear off?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” Dean tried for playful.

“Dangerous, Winchester. Okay, well I have like ten more things I have to do now that we have a single. But I’ll be in touch.”

“Sounds good— and thanks.”

“No— thank you.”

Dean hung up and let the fear roll in. You were going to hear it all. Everything he had been through and everything you had helped him overcome. He only hoped you wouldn’t be upset by making a cameo on something so public. Or embarrassed by the way he still needed you. 

Dean promised he’d be on his best behavior. Part of that was putting out fires for the band, to try and help make your job easier. So after the shake up from Kevin and Cas, he called Billie and apologized for his bandmates’ (both past and present) disrespect. She told him he could make it up to her. But there was no way Dean was going under the needle again, last time he even looked at one he almost threw up. But, it just so happened he knew someone who was in the market for some art. 

Unfortunately, that meant Dean would have to tag along.

Billie’s studio was modern and bright, with different colored walls contrasting the silver accents, both mirrors and shelving. From the outside, Reaping Ink was a small sign on a battered street, but inside it felt like walking into an art gallery and not someplace that had hard sharps containers and enough first aid equipment to stock an ambulance on hand.

And the furniture was always so damn comfortable.

The last time Dean had been here was for a memorial tattoo for Jo that you got on your right shoulder. He nearly broke your hand holding it as he tried and failed not to watch your skin be pierced continuously. It was a beautiful tattoo, everything Billie did was masterful. It just wasn’t something Dean wanted to sit through again.

Luckily for everyone, Bela didn’t need Dean to hold her hand. But she did need him as in with Billie, who usually booked appointments six-to-eight months out. 

“Hello, Dean,” Billie’s dark voice called once they walked in, she stood so still and so silently, he hadn’t even noticed her among the cacophony of color in the waiting area.

“Heya Billie, this is Bela,” Dean guided Bela with a hand on the small of her back, the way Billie’s dark eyes clocked the motion made Dean want to step back. Like a nun catching you standing too close to your crush in the hallway. Dean never went to Catholic school, but that feeling of getting caught, of doing wrong was universal.

“Pleasure,” Bela smiled at the artist, while Billie just nodded.

“I have a couple versions for you to pick from, I think I got the gist of what we talked about, but I wanted to be sure on sizing and layout. So come on back and we’ll get started,” Billie went straight into business mode. No whining about Cas’ impulsiveness or speculating on Dean and Bela’s relationship. At least verbally, her eyes held a very different story.

She had three different stencils already cropped and laid out for Bela to see as Bela rucked up her top and rolled down her leggings. It wasn’t a tramp stamp, she was insistent on that, but it was on the back of her right hip, something she could glance at or hold if she needed to. The way she talked about the position of the tattoo, made it seem just as important as the content or the coloring of it.

“Dean?” Bela’s voice drew Dean out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” 

“Can you take pictures with my phone? Before, during, and after?” Bela handed him her unlocked iphone and he turned it around to focus on her nearly bare back. He took a few shots and gave it back. 

“You’ll want that to distract you, trust me,” Dean assured.

Bela rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

Dean went green. “As long as I don’t have to watch.”

“Really?!” Bela exclaimed and looked over to Billie for confirmation.

“Mmm-hmm, boys one of the worst I’ve seen around needles. No wonder he doesn’t even have his ears pierced.”

“I guess I never noticed—- wouldn’t have thought. Poor thing,” Bela sighed as she settled on her stomach on one of Billie’s many specialty beds. 

“Can we not? I mean, I’m here ain't I?” Dean huffed and pulled out his own phone. You still hadn’t texted him what you thought about the album, but he also knew you were busy, so he didn’t want to rush you or look too desperate.

He felt Bela and Billie have a silent conversation as he pulled up his sudoku app, but ignored them as Billie got the stencil in place, only getting up to snap another picture. Then, they were off. Bela and Billie making small talk about the design, which Dean knew Bela had put a lot of thought into, especially since it would officially tarnish her good girl image. Even in this day and age, most of her fans were in their fifties. A tattoo could rattle the masses. But getting one with Dean seemed like a good compromise of their images.

He was rubbing off on her, so to speak. Well, he hadn’t done that literally since his talk with Sam, but you know.

They sat for an hour and a half and took a break, Dean went to get food and coffee, which he left in the lobby so as not to infringe on Billie’s strict rules. Dean took a couple more pictures and some stupid selfies for Bela to find later. The shop was closed to the public and since Billie’s latest playlist had started over, Dean asked if he could hook up to the bluetooth. 

Billie looked at him appraisingly as it became clear that he was playing his own music during his girlfriend’s appointment. 

“What?”

“You’re either looking for my approval or you’re buttering me up by letting me hear this first. Which is it?” Billie manhandled Bela back into position to get going on the shading.

“I don’t know, man. Both?”

Billie hummed, but didn’t reply.

Dean walked around the studio, looking at the different sets of flash and paintings that covered the walls. He flinched away from the spinning display of rods, tapers, disks, and rings for piercings and stretching. He felt like a waste of space, but mainly because he was never any good with boredom. Being idle in a place he was already uncomfortable, for a plethora of reasons, was akin to torture.

He remembered to breathe.

He checked his phone. He put that back into his pocket. He stole Bela’s phone for a few more pictures, trying not to look directly at her raised, red flesh.

“How’s it going?” Dean asked, after giving Bela her phone back, his album running its course around them.

“I’d say another twenty minutes and then I’ll bandage her up. You good?” Billie asked, surprisingly sincerely.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. Just curious,” Dean muttered.

“Hey, Dean. I like the music,” Billie said, waiting for him to make eye contact.

“Thanks,” Dean nodded, trying not to let his blush show.

“When’s it coming out?” Bela asked, suddenly reminding Dean why he was there in the first place.

“End of April,” he said. “Single’ll be released week after my birthday.”

Bela paused and looked up at him, but Billie was the one to break the ice.

“Which is?”

“Uh, the 24th. Baby hits your airwaves on the 29th.”

“Is that Annie Hawkins on that track?” Billie asked.

“Yup,” Dean grinned.

“Damn, almost forgot about her. Nice pull,” Billie praised.

Dean chuckled, not explaining his connection. She’d find out eventually, if it even mattered. “Yeah, we got lucky with that one.”

Bela was inked up, wiped down and vacuum sealed over the following half hour. Dean paid for the work, plus a generous tip. And posed for a few promotional shots with Bela and Billie alike. Once everyone was satisfied that what they had would help all involved, Bela and Dean said their goodbyes and thank yous and headed out for a late dinner at Elizabeth’s. 

“Do you want me to send these to you or to Y/N to latergram?” Bela asked as their drinks arrived. 

“Just send ‘em to Trouble. She’ll know what to do with them better than me,” Dean ducked out of the responsibility, unaware he was planting another social media minefield for you to navigate by doing so.

Tagging:

@deans-spinster-witch

@mrswhozeewhatsis

@cosicas-cuquis

@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like

@suckitands33

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@deans-baby-momma

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Chapter Nineteen: Pizzicato

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

kevin

kevin and annie's relationship was no longer professional. he would come into her office and they'd at least pretend to have a conversation that resembled therapy, but then he'd force himself on her. annie made noises of protest even as she helped him get her clothes off. sometimes, he had clever ideas. one afternoon, he'd thrown annie on her desk, and grabbed a pair of scissors that he then used to cut open her panties. annie had masturbated about it for a week.

he was very rough with her. he forced his fingers down her throat and made her gag. he choked her and slapped her. he would frequently prevent her from having an orgasm. and he'd leave her in a heap in her office every time. she continued to charge him as a patient, which made her feel exquisitely dirty, like a prostitute.

one day, tom noticed the bruise on her ass-- she told him she'd bumped into her desk. the next week, she told kevin about her lie as she knelt in front of him, her hands tied behind her back, ready to be facefucked. he told her she was a bad little whore before forcing his cock down her throat.

when he put her on the couch and took her panties off, she asked him if her bald pussy reminded him of his daughter.

"no," he said. "i told her she can't do that anymore."

"shave?" annie asked.

"yes," he said.

"and she obeys you?"

"yes," he said. "she's nice and hairy now."

"she shows you?" annie asked. he was pushing his cock into her now.

"all the time," he said. "she pulls down her panties to show me her bush. she's so proud of it."

"that's so fucking hot," annie gasped.

"shut the fuck up," he told her. he stuck her panties in her mouth.

"she really liked it?" annie said after, after kevin had cum inside her. "your daughter? you telling her she couldn't shave?"

"women crave authority," he told her. "i said shaving was for sluts and i wouldn't stand for her doing that anymore and she said 'yes daddy.'"

"do you fuck your wife like this?" she asked him. "the way you fuck me?"

"i fuck her harder," he said. "she can take the real thing."

"What's the most degrading thing you've ever done to her?" she asked.

He told her that he'd made a video of himself fucking her hard in the ass and showed it to her father.

"What did he say?" Annie asked, so horny her legs were shaking.

"He said, 'way to claim your property,'" Kevin said. "He understands."

Every time Kevin took her, Annie found that she couldn't cum with Tom for 24 hours or so. She could fake it, so she did. It wasn't anything Tom was doing wrong. He had a bigger dick than Kevin. She suspected that Robbie wouldn't have been able to do it either, and he had the biggest cock. But Robbie was mostly busy with Casey these days.

She wore a buttplug the next time she had a session with Kevin. All morning, she wondered if her other patients could somehow tell. That afternoon, Kevin tossed her around the office a bit before tearing her panties off with his bare hands. He saw the buttplug and growled with approval. He fucked her with it in for a while, long enough to make her cum so hard she nearly screamed, then took it out and replaced it with his cock, and filled her asshole with his cum.

After, as she cleaned herself up, he told her that his daughter had urged him to feel her pubic hair recently, to feel how soft it was now as it grew in. He told Annie that as he'd reached into her panties, he'd pushed his middle finger inside her and felt her tighten around him. She'd put her hand against his pants and had gasped appreciatively at his hardness.

"Does it feel good to know you could have her?" she asked.

"i like a challenge," he said dismissively.

"i don't know how to be a challenge," she said.

"i've never met a woman so obviously begging for it," he told her. "even before i fucked you. you'd sit in your chair and squirm like you couldn't keep your pussy under control," he said. "every man in your life has noticed that about you, rest assured."

annie texted her mom that evening. "what does your family think of me?" she asked. "your sister, her husband, your brother, your dad?"

"they think you're a slut," she replied. "they complain about you flaunting your big tits, you never wear a bra to family gatherings, you flirt with your cousins..."

"your brother showed me his cock one time at christmas," annie said.

"yeah he's pulled out his dick on me too," she said.

"hot," annie said. "when?"

"I was 18. home from college," she said. "got drunk with friends and came home late. he was home with his buddies and i was in the kitchen struggling out of my dress. he and his friends helped me take my clothes off. once they had me naked i started jacking them off, and he pulled his out too. my hands were spoken for so i used my mouth on him."

"not your pussy?"

"not until he told me he was getting divorced," she said.

"that was two years ago!" annie said.

"yeah," her mom said. "he still wanted me."

[first-edition]

Friction

Smut-mas day 10

Spence Reid x reader

sum- after seeing something on tv you want to bring it up to spencer but are too shy. 

Cw- thigh riding, dom! Spencer, sub! Reader, edging, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk.

You sit on the couch with your boyfriend Dr. Spencer Reid as Star Trek plays on the large flat screen tv. Your legs are draped over his thighs, his fingers run up and down your thighs as you sit on your phone never one for Star Trek. 

‘did you ask?!!’ 

A blaring message from Penelope pops up on your phone. 

‘….no. Im not gonna its stupid besides it was a just a movie and they over exaggerate everything.’ You reply

‘no Shut up I did it with Kevin. Lol trust me it’s amaze!!🤤’ she replies back to you.

You sigh putting your phone face down on your chest looking up at the ceiling.

“what wrong you have to go?” He asks if your work has paged you. 

“n-no…” you say still looking at the ceiling. 

“Good. Wasn’t ready for you to leave yet. He says kissing his finger tips and placing them back on your leg. You smile at the gesture. But soon the grading ding of your phone rings out. 

You look seeing Penelope’s words. 

‘ASK!’

You close your phone putting it on the floor. 

“what’s wrong?” He says reaching for the remote turning his attention to you. 

“nothings wrong, i just…yeah.” You say making spencer chuckle. 

“hmm you never do that and when you do something is wrong.” He replies. 

“profiling me now are we?” You flirt. 

“no.” He says pausing the movie. 

“I pay attention to my girlfriend and right now something is bothering her i and I wanna fix it.” He says patting your thigh. 

“I-…i can ask you it.” You say sitting up pulling your legs back bringing your knees to your chest. 

“y/n…?”he leans closer to you. “why cant you ask me?” He retorts. 

“b-because..” you say pulling your hood up trying to hide. “y/n. Dont have me make you tell me.” He says. “Because why?” 

“i-it’s something i was watching with Penelope and she was talking about how her and Kevin enjoyed it, well more so her, but the girl in the movie was enjoying it too and you know movies exaggerate…and i cant tell you bc its dirty.” You ramble.

“sexy dirty or literally mud and dirt, dirty?” He asks

“sexy dirty…” you say

he chuckles shaking his head to you. 

“Hon you know im always open to trying new things. Tell me before i find out myself.” 

You’re quiet for a second. 

“okay i’ll call Garcia.” He says 

“No no no!” You get up hurrying to him. He laughs 

“tell me.” He says 

“th-…” you mumble off quietly. 

“hm?” 

“th-thigh ridding…” you say. He chuckles.

“no…no see it is stupid your laughing.” You say covering your face with the sleeves. 

“No im not laughing. Im just surprised it took you this long. Garcia already told me you were interested.” 

“She what?” You face burns red.

He chuckles nodding. 

“come here.” He says pulling you to him as you semi straddle him. His hands rest on your hips sitting you down on his leg. 

“look at me.” He says lifting your chin. 

Your eyes still look away. This makes spencer lift his leg up slightly just enough to hit your clothed cunt. 

Your eyes meet him. 

“good girl..do you know how to grind?” He asks you shake your head no. 

“hmm well first these have to go.” He says about your shorts. Pulling down the top as you lift off him as he slips the garment off both legs leaving you in sheer panties. 

He pulls your hips closer to him and pushes your underwear to the side. Running his finger along the slit already wet from the interaction of his speaking. 

He hums in approval at your eager and nervousness. 

“youre okay.” He soothes you pressing his lips against yours before plunging his finger into you making you gasp allowing his other hand you grab the back of your head and slip his tounge into your mouth making out with you and fingering you. 

Making your squirm already he pulls back pecking your lips. 

“you want me to teach you?” He asks moving his hands to your hips. 

you nod shyly. 

“sit all the way and arch your back.” He replies pushing your hips down and back leading you as your feel your clit hit the fabric of his pants. His leg pushes up to you. 

You cover your mouth your sleeve hanging off your hand. 

“move back and forth…like this.” He guides your hips back and forth the friction making you gasp. He grabs your wrist pulling your arms around his neck letting your front rest against him allowing for a perfect angle to grind as well as your face in his nape. 

“let me hear those pretty sound, you know i hate when you dont.” He groans once again guiding you hips. Making you moan out softly. 

Continuing to help you. You want more not realizing its what you need you move more, faster harder. You hear spencer moan as your thigh hits his erection in his pants. His hands search your body under the hoodie groping your breasts squeezing you hips.

“Such a good girl, using my thigh to pleaurse you self..so good.” He groan in your ear. He lifts his thigh making your moan out as the new weight. 

“i want you to cum…i want you to cum on my thigh. And then I’ll make you cum on my tongue” he says as he squeezes your ass. 

“ngh..” you moan out hiding your face in his neck. 

“fuck yeah baby keep going use me like that.” He huffs 

Your pace picks up slightly as you reach the high your familiar with letting spencer use you. 

“s-Spence..” you gasp as he pushes you into his thigh finally breaking you and making you cum.

He continues to guide you a bit after chasing your orgasam. 

You pant as he lets go of your hips. Your cunt clenches around nothing now wanting spencer more than anything.

You sit up as spencer moves your hair out of your face. 

“you alright?” He ask looking into your lust riddled eyes and blushed complexion. 

you nod smiling. 

“good.” He says bringing your leg over his body before standing up keeping your legs around his waist.  “anything else you wanna try?” He ask. You smile and nod moving close to him whispering it. He smiles at your request and basically runs into the bedroom.  

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Skip all the babble and watch from 2:55 thru 6:05.

Kevin Friel (Deputy Director, Pension and Fiduciary Service at U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs) tells U.S. Representative Mat Rosendale and reaffirms that answer with U.S. Representative Morgan Luttrell (Chairman of the House Committee on Veterans’ Affairs Subcommittee on Disability Assistance and Memorial Affairs) that the VA will not comply with the laws Congress has passed but will instead go with "Interpretations" of those laws by the DOJ.

Let that sink in.

The Executive branch (The VA and DOJ) are telling the LEGISLATIVE branch that they will not comply with the laws Congress has passed and that have been signed into law because the DOJ has a different interpretation of said passed law(s).

This is all because of chevron deference being sent to its grave. When chevron deference was the law of the land the VA just asked the DOJ if it could take 2nd amendment Rights from Veterans who could not keep their finances in order. The DOJ said yes and for years the VA has blocked Veterans from owing firearms, adding their names to the National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS) based on their ability to balance a bank account. Those Veterans we not given due processes, they did not have trial or arbitration, their rights were just removed and they had to apply to the VA to get them back. But again, the VA was a approving authority to give back the Rights THE VETERANS ADMINISRATION had taken away based on the DOJ interpretation of a law passed by Congress.

[dundermisfits]

Michael Scott Headcannons

Michael Scott x reader

Requested: @maleahoswick

***

• In the beginning, the relationship is kept secret until Dwight finds out about it shortly after you and Michael inform David Wallace

• Not everyone in the office is approving, Kevin is always on the lookout to see if it’s true, sort of how he spied on Pam and Jim. Angela doesn’t approve, she likes to believe that your love is fake

• Most everyone in the office is approving, even in the warehouse below, they all approve and it’s most surprising to know that Roy is one of those that is more supportive than others

• You and Michael seem to have everything in common but you honestly don’t

• When you’re sick, Michael will make you take a sick day, even if you’ve taken them all up he will make you stay home and rest

• Being insulted by the fact Ryan invited you and not Michael to his weekend campout was easy for you turn him down and say you wouldn’t be going if Michael was not invited

• Seeing that Michael is still a little vulnerable to Jan, you have no problem sticking up for Michael whenever she tries to pull a fast one on him, trying to talk him into leaving you, you just weren’t having it

• When it happened one too many times, you let her have it and from that point on, she stays from you both

• You take things slow in the start of your relationship. By about a year into it, you move in together and two years after, you both are engaged

• If you have to work any late nights, Michael will stay with you. But as each person is leaving, he’s doing it more in a way as your boyfriend than he is your manager, and that is something kept between the two of you

• If someone disrespects you in anyway, especially in front of him, Michael will get upset and start defending you immediately, putting that person in their place

• Michael is your comforter during panic attacks and surprisingly, so is Dwight at times if he’s there as well

• Sometimes he likes to leave little gifts on your desk before you arrive. It could be anything from your favorite chips, soda, to your favorite candy with a little note attached to it

• When you had gotten the iPod during secret Santa, you knew immediately it was from Michael and had sort of the same reaction as Ryan did in that episode, only you were more gentle about it

• It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate it because you did, to you, it was always the thought that counted but truth be told, you were a little embarrassed this happened in front of everyone

• You both LOVED pretzel day, Michael would always wait in line for you both and would brings yours back when he returns because you were often busy with some work

• When you meet Michael, he was with Carol at the time, and because you weren’t there when she rejected his proposal, you comforted him as he told you about it

• This all happened before you got together, so when she refused while breaking up with him, you agreed to go to Jamaica with him, and that’s where things begin for you both

• Michael becomes overly protective of you after Roy’s attempt to attack Jim, so he bans Roy from the building unless escorted by Hank. Your safety to Michael has always been his top priority.

• Michael loves to brag about you and to show you off when given the open opportunity

• Threat Level Midnight was a blast to film

• Michael just loved you to pieces as you did for him

***

@dundermisfits

Requests: open

Characters:

• Michael Scott

• Dwight Schrute

• Jim

• David Wallace

• Angela

• Pam

• Karen

• Kelly

• Erin

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Joan McCarter at Daily Kos:

After months of House Speaker Mike Johnson dragging his feet, the House finally voted 316 to 94 to advance the foreign aid bills for Ukraine, Israel, and Taiwan. Democrats made that happen—again. In fact, Democrats have been responsible for passing every key funding bill during Johnson’s tenure, a fact that continues to enrage the far-right Freedom Caucus. That, in turn, makes Johnson even more reliant on Democrats to keep his gavel.  The importance of this week’s success in the House is hard to overstate. For the first time in decades, the minority party bailed out the speaker in the Rules Committee—the most powerful committee in the House—to advance the aid bills to the floor. In fact, it’s called “The Speaker’s Committee” because it’s the vehicle the speaker uses to send their priorities—which are typically the priorities of the majority party—to the House floor. Three Republican extremists on the Rules Committee, the group former Speaker Kevin McCarthy installed in his negotiations to get the job last year, rebelled, leading all four Democrats on the committee—Reps. Jim McGovern, Mary Gay Scanlon, Joe Neguse, and Teresa Leger Fernández—to do the previously unthinkable and approve the package, sending it to the floor. 

Democratic Leader Hakeem Jeffries told reporters that Democrats were united—this time—in helping Johnson. “Once we made that decision, it was clear that we would do what was necessary to make sure that national security legislation was considered by the entire House,” he said. They did just that, ensuring that the legislation moved forward Friday morning with Democrats in the majority—165 Democrats and 151 Republicans in favor. Which means that, at least for the purposes of this critical package, Johnson shared control of the floor with Democrats—a quasi-coalition government, for the time being. That will be cemented Saturday, when the House votes on final passage for the individual components of the package, and Democrats will undoubtedly hold the majority again.

House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA)'s job has been bailed out by the Democrats, infuriating the House Freedom Caucus nutters.