#also whoever you are im gonna find you and strangle you (out of love and admiration)

[evillillad]

I genuinely LOVED watching your art improve overtime!! You’ve created beautiful work, and I’m so excited to see what you do next, especially when it comes to your personal and stream-related works!!!

💞💞💞

this is how i feel about my art because i fell back into love with creating. i saw this earlier this morning and have been thinking about it all day and genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!!! ive really enjoyed interacting with people in the art space again and its truly been amazing. i love sharing the stuff that i make and im very excited to keep making stuff!!! cheers to new projects brother!!!! <333

[aphrodeiities]

↳ why i dropped tarot

FYI - I AM SPEAKING ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE WITH TAROT, I AM NOT TRYING TO TELL OTHER PEOPLE TO STOP USING IT, THANKS.

⟶ i feel like i need to come forth about why i have done this; because i have dropped tarot for many reasons? and i am also known for my pacs.

⟶ and one of the reasons being, it was energy draining. and tarot does this to everyone, it is natural and obvious for this to happen. especially when you have a lot of clients and when you do a lot of exchanges along with personal readings. i've had over 40+ clients, 10+ exchanges and i've done more than 10+ personal readings.

if you're not aware of it, when you're doing a reading for someone you're taking their energy and draining yours. some people have light energies and some people have heavy energies which can be very draining for the reader, and i've also had very dark energies come forth because a client might be a bad person? or they might be mentally drained, or they might have other energies impacting theirs and so on.

on one hand, when you're doing a love reading you're also taking the energy of the love interest, along with what is going on with them and sometimes the energies of the people around them. so someone can do a love reading for me, will get the energy of my future lover, the energy of what is coming for them and what they're going through along with the energy of the people around them.

i've literally done readings where people had current love interests that were actual psychos, abusive, cheaters and so one. done readings on people's family members that weren't the best and doing more than 50+ readings when energies like that were going to cross mine, was actually dangerous for me.

i do have a strong spirit, a strong soul, i am spiritually protected. but there are times when i cant always count on the Higher Ups to protect me from things i am allowing to come into my life and energy force field. i already have scorpio in the 12h sheesh.

⟶ another reason is that, readings on thyself, for other people can make a path change? because we're not supposed to know everything, trust me.

i can have a loyal client, right? and that client will always come to me for love readings, about their future spouse or their next partner, or how they're going to meet their next partner and how their next partner or future spouse's impressions on them is gonna be. those continuous questions will literally strangle the path's spirit and delay outcomes or even change in outcome.

another example, that same client can ask me about their next partner's first impressions like four times and each of those four times it'll have the same answer of "they will think of you as someone who is delightful and pleasing to be around" but when that client asks for the fifth or sixth time the impressions can change and turn into "they will think of you as someone who is being impatient and pushy" because that is what the client is being like, impatient and pushy.

⟶ it can also get addicting. im already a scorpio moon so i can get addicted to stuff i create or do as comfort. i mean everyone wants love right? love can be in receiving things financially, a new love interest etc. but specifically about the love interest, the human mind is already curious. and when we find out that there'll be someone in our lives that'll cherish us and be devoted to us, we would want to find out more about them. how they look, how they behave, what they will think of us.

and i can tell other people get addicted to tarot when i see posts like "how will the sex be when you're conceiving your first child be like" [ like what the hell? ] or "your first kiss" or "your first date" or "how your future spouse was when they were a kid?" along with other pick a card posts that is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS or pick a card posts that include things you're not supposed to know yet because not everything is set in stone and stuff like this is supposed to be a surprise.

and to whoever made that pac about how conceiving your first child would be like, please stop being chronically online. go outside, smell the air, get new friends, please. i beg of you.

however, this pushes the narrative of, tarot can get addictive. because we're excited that we literally have cards that can tell us about what can happen in the future. we're literally in sag pluto, almost everyone is future-oriented.

⟶ lastly, it brought me a lot of tower moments. moments when i got depressed, angry, anxious and so on. because i knew of situations i wasnt supposed to know? or when a situation i thought was going to happen, didnt. or something i thought was promised was never given to me.

but, funnily, the moment i dropped those cards, things that was supposed to be in my life path began to happen. so it was me delaying stuff i wanted.

and trust me when i say, not every guide you interact with or you work with, is your guide. trust me, in this please lmfao. some of these are just bored spirits.

however, i am on a collab page and that is the only time i use tarot? but it's like once a month and the reading isnt even for me, aside from that i dont. and when i picked up those cards for the first time since i dropped them, i felt disgusted.

for now, im using my intuition.

pluto ♇

[youngbeezer]

hi!! can I please request something?

going to a lake house, maybe friends to lovers with bowen byram?

thank you! 💗.

A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK 4 EVER!!! i was having such bad writer's block with also zero motivation, but i eventually put a little something together and i hope whoever requested this first off actually sees this bc seriously its been a good month of this sitting in my inbox but also i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 2940

Warning(s): kinda angsty in beginning, curse words, ends fluffy !!!

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These next few days is either going to turn out to be the best week of the summer, or the most awkward week of the summer...

I’m currently stuck in a car surrounded by couples on our way to a lake house in Colorado. Somehow I ended up being lumped into this chaotic group of professional hockey players and their drop-dead gorgeous significant others.

About a year ago at my local salon, I just so happened to be seated right next to a woman named Grace, who I immediately hit it off with. We became fast friends and are now basically inseparable at this point. Her boyfriend just so happens to play hockey for the Colorado Avalanche, Cale Makar. Now I have also grown quite close with Cale as well, since I am always at their shared apartment for Grace. At this point Cale is basically third wheeling us, instead of it being the other way around. Therefore I was also always invited to team parties and get-togethers, which prompted more friendships with most of the guys on the team and their respective partners.

Someone I have surprisingly grown super close with is Bowen Byram. As soon as Cale introduced us two, his blue eyes and raspy voice immediately drew me in. Straight away we bonded over common interests and that night we talked for almost three hours. After that, we were thick as thieves. So thick that recently I have come to the realization that I have caught major feelings for him along the way.

It has only been a few weeks since I have come to this realization and it has already started to affect our relationship. I definitely started to ignore Bowen a little bit when I first figured out my feelings because I was scared he would somehow find out or I would just end up blurting it out at some point. And the last thing I want is for my silly feelings to ruin such a great friendship.

Thus why this week can either turn out to be the best or the worst.

I’ve decided that at some point during this trip I need to confess my feelings for Bowen. He’s also seemed to notice the shift in my attitude towards him. I have become more closed off and not as touchy as we used to be. Bowen and I are both very touchy/feely types of people. So what seemed like just some harmless cuddling and play wrestling with each other, to me did very little to quell down my feelings.

For example, this morning when we were packing up the cars for the trip a group of us are taking to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse, Bowen went to wrap his arms around my middle from the back and I subconsciously flinched away at his touch. I know he definitely noticed my mood shift from the defiant pout that was resting on his face. After that I did what I do best, and ran away to the other car that was driving up and basically begged Nate to switch seats with me.

Which now leads to my current thoughts. The entire car ride up I have been contemplating on ways I could tell him, but each scenario just ended up with him telling me that he doesn’t feel the same, and our friendship essentially being over. Obviously I was just overthinking just a little, but I’ve never been stuck in a situation like this before-- and now we are going to be stuck in a lake house together for an entire week, so I am going to be forced to face this situation whether I want to or not.

“Yo. Earth to y/n?” Tyson draws, trying to gain my attention. I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name, and bring my gaze to the rearview mirror to meet Tyson’s questioning look. “We’re here.” He announces.

Susanna, Mikko’s girlfriend, adds on, “You alright? You seemed kind of out of it the entire car ride.”

I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and notice that we are indeed here at the lake house we will be staying at for the next week. I clear my dried up throat before croaking out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like long car rides.”

Both of them nod, content with my answer and exit the car to join Mikko in unloading all of the luggage from the trunk. I take a few more moments to fully get my head together after dealing with all my jumbled thoughts throughout the entire three hour car ride.

Jumping out of the car, the first thing I see is Bowen letting out a yawn and stretching out. As his arms raise over his head, some of his shirt rises up with it and immediately my eyes are drawn to the small portion of skin and v-line that is in front of me. Bowen then notices my presence and makes eye contact with me, giving me one of his adorable little smiles. I advert my gaze as quickly as I can so my obvious ogling isn’t as obvious and go to finally retrieve my luggage.

Yeah this was gonna be a long week.

…

After everyone got pretty much all settled into their rooms, we all ended up coming back together to sit around the firepit to chat and enjoy some drinks. For this trip that Tyson orchestrated there are in total ten people staying in the house. Me, Tyson, obviously since it’s his house; Bowen, Cale, Grace, Alex Newhook, Mikko and his girlfriend Susanna, and lastly Nate and his supposed new girl who will be joining us later on in the week.

Apparently a group of the guys and their partners have been taking trips together at the end of the hockey season for a while now, and since growing closer with the team this year, I graciously got an invite.

Since it was getting later and a little bit more chilly, I grabbed a random sweatshirt that I saw already laying around in the living room before making my way outside to join everyone by the firepit. Getting closer I noticed that the only seat available just so happened to be next to Bowen.

Cale and Grace give each other a not so inconspicuous knowing look when they see me approaching. As soon as I sit down, a question is being thrown at me.

“Whose sweatshirt is that y/n?” Cale brings everyone's attention to me with a growing smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, I just found it in the living room.” I give Cale a questioning glare, trying to figure what his endgame is right now.

“It’s mine.” I hear that same raspy voice that I love and know so well. I feel my face start heating up at the idea of wearing Bowen’s sweatshirt. Am I wearing his name on my back right now, and I just didn’t even think to check earlier?

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I can give it back to you, if you want it.” I stumble out, now feeling awkward and a little embarrassed about how flustered I am getting over a simple sweatshirt.

Bowen gives me a little smile before replying back, “Nah, it’s fine. It looks better on you anyway.”

I clear my throat and stumble out an awkward ‘thanks’ at Bowen and then turn my attention to Grace right next to me so I don’t embarrass myself even more. What I don’t see though is the way Bowen's face immediately falls when I turn my back on him.

…

Around midnight is when everyone started to make their way back inside the house to start getting ready for bed. I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, so I didn’t notice that mostly everyone had already gone inside.

“Y/n.” I look up at the mention of my name to notice that Bowen and I are the only ones left outside.

Also noticing the intense gaze I am receiving from Bowen, I quickly gather my things and stumble out, “Oh my gosh I didn’t notice everyone left already. I should head inside as well.”

Bowen is quicker though because he grabs ahold of my wrist, halting me in place before I make my very obvious escape.

“Hold on, please. Can you please talk to me?” Bowen pleads out.

“What do you mean? We’ve been talking all night.” I countered, trying one last time to get out of this conversation.

“We’ve been talking as a group all night yeah, but you couldn’t even make eye contact with me. You know what I mean. What’s been going on? Did I do something?” Bowen frowned.

At that moment I felt so guilty. I’ve been so focused on trying to ignore my feelings that I have developed that I ended up pushing my best friend away and hurting him in the process. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew I would eventually have to have this talk with Bowen during this week, but I just didn’t expect it to be on the very first night.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s talk.”

I lead the way down to the dock overlooking the lake and sit down to dangle my feet into the water. I know for a fact that Grace and Cale realized that we both haven’t come in behind them, so they are most likely snooping by the backdoor wondering what we are doing.

Bowen joins me, after slipping his shoes off and dangling his feet in as well.

“What’s been going on y/n?” Bowen asks again.

“I-I think I’m in love with you.” I blurt out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I await any type of response from Bowen. Taking a peek over at him, I see the pure shock on his face. Probably wasn’t the best idea to start off the conversation with that.

Taking his silence as a bad sign, I start spewing out whatever I can to try and calm the anxiety coursing through my veins. “I-I think I have known for a while and I just tried to ignore it, I guess. But then I realized that I was just pushing you away, an-and I never wanted to do that. Our friendship means that absolute world to me, and I would hate myself if anything I did, or-or my stupid feelings jeaporized that.” At some point during my little rant, a few tears escaped. I turn my head away as I try to hold back on a full on sob breaking loose.

“You think?” He eventually breaks the silence.

Confusedly, I turned my head back around and let out a strangled, “Huh?” I see the corners of Bowen’s mouth start curving up into a tiny smile, confusing me even more.

“You said, you think you’re in love with me.” He pointed out.

My eyebrows raise in question and I give him a little shrug, prompting him to elaborate more.

“Well… I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.” Bowen softly declared.

My breath catches in my throat and my mouth turns as dry as the Sahara Desert. Those were definitely not the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth. He chuckles at my surprised face and scooches a little closer to my body to wipe a stray tear on my cheek.

“Are you serious?” I whisper out.

“Of course.” He whispered just as softly back to me as his head inched closer to mine.

My heart pounds in my chest as Bowen’s hand comes up to cradle my cheek. All of our pent up feelings and emotions that we both have been too afraid to admit all come crashing together as our lips finally meet. He kissed me gently, almost carefully, but after all this time gentleness was not what I wanted right now. Bowen let out a low groan as I pulled him flush against my body, my fists bunching up the collar of his shirt.

Before this could go any further, we both pull away breathlessly, basking in what truly just happened-- just now realizing how much our relationship is about to change.

“Fuck.” Bowen breathed out, running his hands over his face. “If I knew that was what it was like to kiss you I would’ve blurted out my feelings the day I met you.”

My ears perk up at his last few words and it seems like he also realizes what he just admitted, as his cheeks immediately turn a rosy color.

“You’ve liked me for that long?” I bashfully question.

Bowen runs his fingers through his hair and blows out a breath of air before answering, “Yeah, I-I mean… yeah I have.” He stumbles out, awkwardly letting out a laugh.

I lean my head on his shoulder and connect our hands, feeling super content and never wanting this moment to end. We take a moment to just sit on the dock-- with our feet hanging in the water, hands intertwined; and bask in the feeling of finally letting our feelings out into the open.

“You know everyone in that house is going to have a field day when they find out.” Bowen mumbles against my shoulder, before leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed skin.

“Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if they all had a bet going or something.” I chimed. I raise my head that had previously been resting on Bowen’s shoulder back up to look at him, and see that he is already smiling at me. “What?” I drawled, feeling my cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

My cheeks now feel on fire as I ponder on how I want to go about this. I raise my eyebrows up at him in question as I ponder out, “Do you want me in your bed tonight?”

Bowen gives me an almost incredulous look as he voiced, “Of course I want you in my bed.”

I just give him a simple nod and push my body up in a standing position, reaching out my hand to prompt Bowen to join me. “Okay, let’s go.”

Bowen immediately shoots up from his sitting position, clinging onto my hand as we make our way back up the yard to the sliding glass doors of the lake house. Just as I predicted earlier, Cale and Grace were totally snooping. Actually, the entire house was snooping. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen trying to act casual as we walked in, but as soon as they noticed our conjoined hands, all hell broke loose.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Aw you guys look so cute.”

“Bout time.”

“Ha! Nate, you owe me fifty bucks.”

I looked over at Bowen with an unimpressed look, “Told you they probably had a bet going on.” Meanwhile Bowen has an incredulous look coating his face watching his friends freak out over his newfound relationship. Instead of questioning our oddball friends, Bowen just simply shakes his head, letting out a little chuckle.

“Alright I’m heading up, I can’t deal with these idiots right now.” Bowen gives me a quick peck on the lips before announcing his departure for the night. Most of the others also start making their way up to their respective rooms for bed, the guys putting on a show of making kissy noises and making a few chirps as they follow Bowen up the stairs.

Grace joins me by the counter, making a show of wiggling her eyebrows at me. I’m smiling like an idiot as Cale also joins us, chuckling at my lovesick expression.

“You’re welcome.” Cale smirked.

I scrunch my face up in confusion as I question him back, “For what?”

“For introducing you two, duh.” Cale teased. Grace smacks him on the arm with a tut, making a show of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. “Alright, seriously I am happy for you guys though.” He eventually relents.

My cheeks heat up from the attention but also from the thought of Bowen and I’s new relationship. Grace grabs me by the shoulders and starts pushing me in the direction of the staircase.

“Obviously I’m happy for you too. All I’ve wanted is the best for you and I think Bowen is just that. And with that being said, go get your mans!” She sends me off with a quick smack on my ass. I giggle the whole way up the stairs on the way into Bowen’s [now our] room feeling extremely giddy and content.

When I enter the room, all the lights except for the bathroom are already off, and it looks like Bowen is already settled into bed. So, I quickly do my night time routine and change into my pajamas before making my way over to the bed I will now be sharing for the week.

Bowen is awaiting me with his arms wide open, which I happily cuddle into the second I am under the covers. He buries his head into my neck, leaving featherlight kisses here and there.

“I love you.” Bowen mumbles into my neck. I card my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head as I mumble back those same words, in complete awe over how fast my life has changed in one night. We both knew that we would eventually be together, it just took a little time and a trip to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse for us to figure it out. This week will definitely be one for the books.

Taglist: @barzysandmarnersbitch @handwrittenheroes @hockeyplayerstories @barzy-xoxo @gnemgn @joelsfarabees

Tagging some mutuals as well so this doesnt flop,,,

@2manytabsopen @bb-nhlqueen7 @frederikanderson @simon-edvinsson @coltonndach @carepriceisgoodathockey @lovereadinghockeyy @pettypeteys @kentjohnsons @joekellys @mattybenierss

[turtle-steverogers]

Not Guilty- 2

murder mystery’s back! im having too much fun with this story guys

Link to chap 1 in case you need it

warnings: albert being a human disaster, abuse of the word ‘milk’

ship: ralbert, platonic spalbert

word count: 1680

editing: lmaoooo no

Chap 2

When Albert gets to the precinct the next morning, he’s wary to find a wrapped parcel on his desk that looks suspiciously like a sandwich.  He pokes at it, frowning when he sees a singular smiley face drawn on the underside in black sharpie.

 “Hey, uh, Spot?” He calls, looking up when he hears his partner’s chair roll out from his desk and subsequently poke his head around the low wooden wall that separates their cubicles.

“Yes, honeycakes?” Spot’s expression is the face of innocence and Albert’s stomach churns.

“Did you-” He stumbles, gesturing to the presumed sandwich, “Is this for me?”

“It’s on your desk, isn’t it?” Spot smiles, rolling back into his cubicle.

Albert sighs, taking off his messenger bag and jacket and sitting heavily in his desk chair.  He cautiously unwraps the white paper to find a loaded meatball sub sitting in the middle of a napkin.  There’s a sticky note placed delicately on the fluffy white bread and Albert plucks it up, squinting at the words:

Sorry you didn’t finish your sandwich xoxo Spottie

He laughs probably too loud and sticks the sticky note on his desktop, right next to the note from Jack that reads: ‘I’m sorry for stealing your pants, I had brains on mine’ after Jack had taken his extra pair of slacks from his locker when his got spoiled at a crime scene.

He takes a bite of the sandwich, pleased to find that he can still stomach his favorite Gianno’s special after yesterday’s events.  As he chews, careful not to get any tomato sauce on his shirt, he plucks a sticky note from his own pad and scrawls out: Thanks, Pop Spotcket.  Love u, dear xoxo and tosses it over to Spot.

A moment later, Spot snorts indignantly, “‘Pop Spotcket’? Really? Does anyone actually use those anymore?  The only person I know who has one is my niece and she’s eleven.”

Albert rolls his chair so he’s in Spot’s cubicle, sandwich still in hand, “I have one, asshole.  They’re useful.  Anyway, thanks for the sandwich.  How’s it looking at Gianno’s?”

Spot sighs wearily, placing a stack of papers down and turning from his computer to look at Albert, “Eh.  They’re closed today.  I stopped by this morning to pick up some evidence left at the crime scene and one of the waiters asked if I wanted anything and I remembered that you didn’t get to finish your lunch yesterday so…”

“Thanks, man,” Albert says, mouth full.  Spot wrinkles his nose and tells him not to speak with food in his mouth.  Albert rolls his eyes, “Anyway, evidence?  What’s new?”

“Nothing really,” Spot says, “Just Wiesel’s receipt from his last meal.  Wasn’t really much on it, but it gave us a sure timestamp that lines up with our original record, so at least that’s set.”

“Good,” Albert shoves the last bit of sandwich into his mouth, licking his fingers.

“Yeah.  Saw our boy there, though.”

Albert raises his eyebrows, “Higgins?”

“Mhm.”

“How’s he?”

Spot shrugs, “Didn’t talk to him.  Kid looked like shit.  Well, more shitty than yesterday if that’s somehow possible.  Kept sending cute little glares my way, fucking ray of sunshine, that one.”

“Christ,” Albert grimaces, “I’m convinced he’s a player in this debacle somehow.  I mean, he seemed genuinely surprised when he found out the vic was Wiesel, but too many strings lead to connections on his end.”

“Yeah,” Spot agrees, “I dunno, I say we dig a little into Wiesel’s other relations as well.  I feel like there’s a gap here somewhere.”

“Toxicology came back,” Albert says after a pause.

Spot looks at him, eyebrows raised, “And?”

“Sarin poison in the blood.  Stab wounds were post-mortem.  Someone wanted this shit to look messier than it is.”

“Interesting.  I wonder who’d go through the trouble of poisoning, then following up with a physical attack.  ‘Specially in a public place.  S’kinda risky.”

“That’s what I was thinking, but whoever it was, clearly knew what they were doing.”

“Clearly…”

XXX

Albert never understood why there was such a wide variety of milks in the world.  And why, in this moment, he can’t find any simple fucking 2%.  

He scans over the selection again, bypassing the almond and oat milks and skimming over the fritzy lactose free shit.  There’s strawberry milk and chocolate milk on display and even horrifyingly enough, mint milk, but no fucking 2%.  It’s not even like this fucking bodega is big enough to warrant having so many milks. 

He just wants some damn normal person milk!

“Excuse me, detective.” 

Albert doesn’t startle.  He doesn’t.  He’s a trained law enforcement officer and detective.  People like him don’t fucking startle.  But, he is on high, professional alert when he turns around to see Antonio Fucking Higgins standing behind him, eyebrows raised in what’s probably amusement and hands shoved in his pockets.

Albert makes a strangled noise, eyes working on their own accord as they trail down Higgins’ body.  He’s sweaty, looking like he just came from some sort of workout, and a pair of tight adidas running pants hug his legs in all the right places.  He’s in a tank top today, somehow doing his arms more justice than the grey shirt he’d been wearing yesterday.  A hat sits backwards on his head, doing little to tame the curls that are trying to sneak out of the stupid hole where the strap meets the fabric.  He looks hot and it’s unfair and Albert’s never been ashamed of his sexuality, but right now he’s wishing that he could reign in his gay ass a little bit because aside from the fact that Higgins is a bit of a prick, he’s also a suspect and that’s, like, number one in the Book of Nope for cops of any kind.

Higgins is still looking at him, but now there’s a small crease of concern between his eyebrows, “You alright, man?” He asks, “You look kinda like you’re having a heart attack.  Do you have any chest pain?  Your left arm feel numb at all?”

Albert shakes himself, morphing his expression into something he hopes looks less like Gay Panic, “Yeah, sorry, I-” He splutters a bit, then shuts his mouth with a click.  

Higgins scoffs, “I just need milk, man, you mind?”

Albert starts, hastily stepping out from where he was definitely blocking the milk selection and watching as Race grabs a carton of-- fucking 2%.  How did he find it so fast?  How did Albert not see it?  He’s supposed to be the one trained to look for details others don’t see!

Trying not to flush, Albert reaches out and grabs a carton as well and Higgins looks at him again, laughing, “You were standing here for a long time, dude, I thought you were gonna murder the milk for a second.”

“Couldn’t find the 2%.” Albert mumbles, blushing harder when Higgins laughs louder.

“Real good reconnaissance there, detective.”

When Higgins is laughing, his face changes into something a whole lot more pleasant.  Not that it was ever unpleasant (the dude’s got a jawline of a god), but some of the hardness in his eyes and shadows on his face go away and for just a second, he looks like the 25 year old he’s supposed to be.  It’s nice, Albert thinks, ignoring the way alarm bells are going off in his head.

“Shut up, Higgins, I’m tired.  Some of us have to read about murders all day, so excuse me if my milk finding skills aren’t the most refined.”

Higgins’ face softens and the smile in his eyes turns into something else that Albert doesn’t want to dissect, “Race.”

“What?”

“Higgins is my dad, not me.  And I don’t like the name Antonio very much, so if we’re gonna be talking more, be it over murder or milk, call me Race.”

“Race?”

Higgins--Race--winks, “That’s a story for level five amici.”

“Oh, okay.”

They pause for a moment and even though Albert’s not drunk, his inhibitions seem to flutter away from him against his will as he blurts out, “Drinks sometime? Would- uh- would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

And fuck-fuck- SHIT- what are you doing Dasilva? What the fuck?

Race considers him for a moment, “Not that I wouldn’t hit that,” he nods to Albert’s body and Albert flushes.  Damnit with the flushing!  He’s 26, not some flouncy high schooler, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea, detective.”

Albert nods, “No, yeah, honestly I don’t know why I asked- uh-”

“Relax, don’t have an aneurysm, it’s okay.  I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

“No no, you’re right.  Absolutely.”

There’s another pause, then Race smiles apologetically, “I gotta go get the rest of my groceries.  Take care.”

Albert cringes internally at how fucking painfully awkward this exchange has been, “You too,” he says, watching Race retreat to the wine aisle.  He takes another moment to gather himself, then goes to the checkout line.

XXX

Albert turns up the volume on his TV, pleased with the quiet solitude of his apartment for the night.  He doesn’t love living alone, but it’s been a long couple days and he’s been looking forward to a night to himself since he’d woken up that morning.  Just him, some thai, and the Animal Planet playing reruns of ‘It’s Me or the Dog’ all night.  Fucking self care.

He’s just yelling at some dog owner on the TV for feeding his pug 24 eggs a day and watching as Victoria Stilwell chews out the greasy fucker when his phone rings on the coffee table in front of him. 

Groaning, Albert mutes the show and chugs down a few sips of beer, before picking up the phone and answering with an annoyed, “Someone better be dying.”

There’s silence on the other end and Albert pulls the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID.  It’s Spot.  Shit, someone might actually be dying.”

“Spot?  Everything okay?”

Spot sounds sheepish when he says, “Well no one’s dying, technically…”

“But…”

“There was another murder.”

“Shit.”

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Race went straight home after the bodega, right? RIGHT!??!? stay tuned ;)

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Make It Count

Fandom: Creepypasta Character: Jeff the killer Relationship: Jeff/reader Request: you haven’t done jeff the killer in a while . do you still do the creeypasta fandom? Great! Jeff thinks hes in a dream and they fuck but he wakes up the next day and realises his dream came true You sat on the sofa in the large living room with the tv on in the background while you read. The house was rather quiet tonight, with most being away on either killing sprees or proxy tasks set by slender. Either way, you were glad you were getting some time to yourself. As if fate had heard your exact thoughts, you heard the front door open and close as someone entered the house. Turning, you looked at the entrance to the living room, expecting to see either Laughing Jack or Jeff since they had been the first out so might be the first back. But you didn’t see them. Normally they would come to the living room first to find someone to gloat to about their kills. But they didn’t. Moving off the sofa, you heard the stairs creaking as you heard someone going up the stairs. “Hello?” You called out, hoping whoever had entered the house would reply. You had a sense of dread as you walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up to see Jeff climbing them with a limp. “Jeff?” You called out to him, quickly running up the stairs to his side as he froze. “Hey [y/n]!” Jeff cried out with a false joy that made you suspicious. Despite the smile that dawned his features, you knew something was wrong. Your eyes quickly looked over his body and found an area with more blood on it than normally. And growing. “What happened?” You asked, looking up to Jeff who knew he had been caught out. He let out a growl and lifted his hoodie and tee-shirt to show a nasty stab wound. “Damn prick got the upper hand for a moment.” He growled, dropping the fake voice for one with pain and anger in it. “Don’t tell the others.” “I wont. Now come on.” You took his hand and guided him up the remaining stairs with support and towards your room where you had a med kit. “What were you going to do if I hadn’t found you?” “Hoped for the best.” Jeff chuckled slightly, seeing the disapproving glance you shot him. Inside your room, you made him lie on the small sofa you had as you quickly fetched the med kit from your bathroom. You had the second biggest room in the house (apart from slenders) and your own bathroom which was always handy. Slowly but surely, you stitched the wound up, jeff wincing at the start but managing to drift off half way through. That was the one thing you were grateful for. Proxys had a lot higher threshold for pain. You made him take off his hoodie but leave his top on which you just pushed up. Deciding against waking him, you threw a blanket over his body before changing into a nightgown in the bathroom and then lying down in your own bed and drifting off. ---------------timeskip ------------------- It was still nighttime when you woke to the sound of groaning. It took you a moment to remember Jeff was in your room and passed out on the sofa. Well, he was. You could see in the moon light he had sat up. “Jeff?” You called out softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Jeff seemed to tense at your voice before twisting to look at you. Then something in him snapped. He threw of his covers and moved across the room in a flash before pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss. You jumped at the force alone as he dominated the kiss, a deep growl leaving his chest. But you were eager to kiss him back. You didn’t know what had came over Jeff, but you were glad. It was hard being in the house with him because you loved him and had done for years. So to have him take control and kiss you like this made your head spin. When he felt you kissing back, he crawled onto the bed and you kicked off your own covers as he moved between your legs, his hips buckling slightly. You felt him through his jeans and boxers. He was hard and grinding against you for relief. You leaned back and wrapped one arm around his neck and the other slipped between your bodies to rub his bulge, making him growl. Proxys weren’t lovie dovie, they weren’t romantic and lovers. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into and you needed as much as he did. You had all but forgotten about his wound. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jeff fumbled to undo his jeans and pull himself out of his boxers. You didn’t even bother trying to take off your panties and he didn’t mind. He simply pulled your nightie up and reached between your legs, pulling them to the side. Apparently, the quick make out session had been more than enough to get your going as your hips buckled against his fingers which rubbed there. Moaning, you didn’t care who heard. It all seemed so surreal. He didn’t take long before lining himself up with your folds and thrusting inside. You threw your head back as you let out a strangled moan as he filled out. You felt Jeff press peppered your jaw and throat with kisses as he began to thrust inside you at an almost painful rate. But you had a high threshold for pain, and it quickly turned to pleasure as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him back in for another kiss. His hands found your waist and held your hips down as he fucked you senseless. You needed it though. How long had you wished for him to do this to you? To just push you up against a wall and fuck your brains out. To take you from behind with no warning. You just needed that release he could offer you. “Pl-please.” You gasped against his lips as his hands gripped your hips painfully. You didn’t even know why you wee begging him. “Yeah, fuck. You’re so good.” He moaned as he gasped for air. You raised your hands over your head as you moaned. He took this as an opportunity for one of his hands to run up your front and onto your breast. Arching your back into his hand, you moan. “I love you.” He suddenly growled, burying his face in your neck as if he had said it to you a thousand times rather than this being the first. “W-what?” You gasped as his thrusts became quicker and harder. “I love you!” He then bit down on your neck, making you cry out. “I-I love y-y-you.” You moaned as the pain was quickly eclipsed by your orgasm that crashed over your body. You quickly moved your hands to the back of his head, desperate for something to keep you grounded as you felt the pleasure pulse through your body in the most magnificent way. But you weren’t the only one. After a few more erratic thrusts and moans, Jeff came. You lay there for a few moments, basking in your orgasm as Jeff pulled out of you and moved to your side so you were closest to the wall. His arms wrapped around you so easily as he pulled you against his chest. Not that you minded. Closing your eyes, you drifted back off for the final time that night. --------------time skip ---------------------- When you woke, you could still feel Jeffs arms wrapped securely around you. You had moved to lie on your side, your back to Jeff but he was cuddled up behind you. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to have woken up again. You felt Jeff pull his arm out from under you to push himself up, a slight growl escaping his throat like it was sore to move. You rolled onto your back and stretched, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt your muscles tighten from the nights sleep. This caught Jeffs attention. “[y/n]?” he asked, sounding confused and a slight big scared. “yeah?” you breathed, not fully awake enough yet to realise what sort of situation you were in. “Wait, why are you in my bed?” He asks, making you open you eyes a sit up. “You’re in my bed.” You point out seeing his eyes dart around the room which was still dark thanks to black out curtains but the sun poked in through the side. Then his eyes trailed back to you and looked at your neck. “Shit.” He growled as he scrambled out of your bed, his legs obviously not fully awake yet as they shook slightly. “Im sorry.” “Sorry for what?” You ask, confused as you moved out of the bed, wondering what was on your neck. The second you looked in the mirror that hung on the wall, you remembered everything. You had had sex with Jeff. And now you had a love bite on your neck. “Shit!” You cursed, rubbing your neck as if it might come off if you did. “I thought it was a dream!” Jeff growled as he moved quickly to grab his hoodie. “thought what was a dream?” You turned to him, confused as ever and slightly scared. You didn’t want to see him regret last night. “When I woke up. I thought I was in a damn dream again.” He clarifies as he pulls his hoodie on, fumbling a little. “Again? Do you dream about fucking me often?” You ask, getting a little more agitated. “every fucking night!” He growled then froze as he met your eyes. “You said you loved me. Last night. Do you say that in your dreams?” You ask, your voice soft as you walked over to him, scared he was going to run out. “Yes.” He breathed, unable to lie to you but also unable to maintain eye contact. “And outside the dream?” You ask as you stand in front of him. “Do you want to fuck me, to love me, outside the dream?” “More than anything.” He breathed, his eyes showing fear for the first time. “Good.” You smiled, leaning forward and kissing him, this time softly. Jeff seemed to melt against your lips as you kissed him softly and sensuously. While you needed it rough last night, both of you needed a little tlc this morning, even if he wouldn’t admit it. You take his hands in yours and guide him back to the bed. “Come on, lie with me for a little while.” You smile as he eagerly climbed back into bed with you, wiggling out of his hoodie but filching and holding his side when he threw it. “Your stiches! I completely forgot. We’d better check them.” You panic, starting t scramble out of them bed but Jeff wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back. “Nah, im good.” He chuckles, and you knew from the death grip he had around your waist you weren’t getting away any time soon. “Im gonna have to get some concealer and foundation.” You mumbled, rubbing your neck as you lie against his chest. “You’ll need more than that?” He chuckled, seeming to puff out his chest proudly at the love bite. “You wont be smirking when everyone else in the house see it.” You look up at him and saw a flash of fear cross his eyes again, this time because of the amount of proxys who protected and cared for you. “Shit, I only got a few hours left alive.” He breaths as you move so you were straddling his hips. “Well, then. We better make it count.” You giggle as you lean down for another kiss.

[emilywatchescursedshow]

S1 E17 - Hell House

Director: Chris Long Writers: Eric Kripke, Trey Callaway

Well. Time to do some day drinking and spn liveblogging. Not in a mood to do deep dives on any of these episodes, so these will probably just be quick notes.

Oh god I’m watching this during the day and this first shot is so dark I can’t fucking see anything

Oh I wolud live in that house, looks like a good fixer upper

I like this lady’s jacket

Whoever wrote the line “any other parts I can hold” needs to be strangled to death Kripke

Creepy symbol

I can’t fucking see anything. Time to put subtitles on

This is literally the same shelf with pots on it set they used in the humans hunting humans episode with pickled brains

What is it? I bet it’s something scary...

Oh that was the flashback? I thought something more,,, death inducing would happen. Also sign to tell us we’re in Texas

What the fuck is that prank supposed to be Dean. Oh God is this the prank war episode I’ve seen so much about on this stupid site?

“A pretty misogynistic spirit”

The car driving green screen effects are still not great but they’re better when the projector was literally scrolling over their faces

“Most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the pursqueeter.” Whoever wrote that line and made my boy Dean say it out loud is probably the same person who wrote “any other parts I can hold”

We’re really just pulling this “find dad” myth arc along by its coats strings huh

Oh my god these interview shots are amazing: the framing, the cuts, the pacing, v good

Short king alert

Dean with his collar popped and constantly trying not to laugh oh nooooo oh noooo don’t look at the records and squint your eyebrows...

If this monster is just another “there’s some guy who’s a ghost”......

Wow fuck these guys i would live in this house in a heartbeat. Also is this what winter in Texas looks like?

Candles... so this is a sex party house.

Dean making fun of Sam for being too nerdy abt sigils seems out of character.

How would Sam have any idea whether that paint is fresh

OH MY GOD I HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE BC I LITERALLY JUST REALIZED THAT MY THOUGHTS ABT DEAN WINCHESTER ARE JUST THAT POST ABOUT HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE “HE LITERALLY IS WEARING EARRINGS” EXCEPT WITH DEAN’S NECKLACE LMAO time to go get more liquor

Oh they come across some video taper idiots - paranormal investigators. These guys are having fun in these roles but they remind me too much of certain characters from Buffy for me to like them.

Sam’s little silent “ooh” was actually really good in that scene.

Jarp’s jacket does not fit him and Dean put your fucking collar down you look like a moron.

OH I UNDERSTAND this episode is about Sam being more committed to the hunting life and being with his brother after he wanted his dad to stick around. Meanwhile Dean is stuck being a little inconsistently characterized while being completely right that the Spanish music casset was barely a prank

Oh God they’re gonna kill this WOC to further the episode plot huh. Also so many people are in this house im surprised there’s not someone outside selling popcorn

Ok i’m a little unclear as to whether active killings were continuing at the house but also sending you’re friend on a dare into a shitty murder house is uh, bad maybe

We love creepy jar set

Gross rats

I guess if it’s dudes intruding the ghost just wants to destroy his own house with an axe.

“Sweet lord of the rings” why do so many of these lines suck so bad

Wait so they just changed the story halfway through??? Wtf is going on

Back to the record store to visit our short king.

I ship Dean and Craig. OH MY GOD WHY THE FUCK IS BLUE OYSTER CULT THE BAND THEY PICKED

“From Dana’s theology textbooks” uh sure

So they haunted the house themselves. And then S&D just fuck off ok cool way to leave that guy having the worst day of his life.

Oh I see this scene exists so that we can see jarp in a towel. I think this is the horniest shower draping I have seen on a tv show ever.

Oh wow we love the interaction between tech and the supernatural

Jarp having to act like there’s pepper in his boxers is the best acting I’ve ever seen him do. They might have just put pepper in his boxers IRL

Why do we keep having these characters. JESUS CHRIST “WHAT WOULD BUFFY DO” ????????? ARE THEY NOT EVEN PRETENDING AT THIS POINT?????? They really just saw Buffy S6 and were like “this is cool” and not “hey this part sucks”

This scene is a fucking mess. “We got it at the library.”

Dean is not the one to talk about being too tense.

Dean looking at the beer bottle stuck to his hand like “hm I wonder what I could use this for” while Sam has some of the least convincing laughter possible

Ok I don’t understand what’s supposed to be happening in this episode anymore.

“I barely have any skin left on my palm.” “I’m not touching that line with a 10-foot pole.” WHO IS WRITING THIS EPISODE??????????

The shot composition of this scene is really good.

Why the fuck are these guys in the episode so much.

Dean can open the door with his hand that has no skin.

This guy was so excited to kill the one girl and now he can’t commit to killing two dweebs I hate this monster is lame.

Oh we love arson.

No you should kill the assholes running the website who served no purpose.

“Kinda makes you wonder... of all the things we’ve hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them” OH MY FUCKING GOD KRIPKE

Sam definitely is way too into D&D. I know these guys are being made fun of like textually but they’re getting way too much screen time for this to be a joke.

Oh man what a terrible episode. Except for that one bit with the interview scenes that bit was good.

[ts-hvv4]

EPISODE THREE: I’M A GENIUS AND A MORON - OLIVIA

I'm still feeling weird in regards to old saint Nicklas. The vote went from him suggesting Ricky to everybody just hopping aboard that train in minutes/an hour so I think I'll have to leep my eye on him for sure. I dont want to say much for now though but I may need to start some seed droppin’.

So I now have an alliance with Kurt, Sharifa, and Ned and tbh we stan. Kurt and Sharifa are messy bitches, and Ned is our straight ally. Olivia and Trent are shady and can go. This individual immunity twist is annoying, I'm fine with going to tribal I guess but the fact that up to 3 people on our tribe could win immunity... thank u next! Well, I guess I'll have to see how this challenge goes before I strategize further...

I know you might need immunity Birch (more like you do) but why are you snatching from your tribe members? I guess you really want that immunity huh 😂😂 maybe there’s something I don’t know about.. I need to see about finding that idol just incase..

Olivia tries to snatch the Ancient Thera Ticket from Matt Olivia tries to snatch the Ancient Thera Ticket from Matt Olivia tries to snatch the Ancient Thera Ticket from Matt Olivia tries to snatch the Ancient Thera Ticket from Matt Olivia tries to snatch the Ancient Thera Ticket from Matt Olivia tries to snatch the Ancient Thera Ticket from Matt

With the twist of both tribes going to Tribal Council this round I’m feeling a little bit nervous. I can’t go for the immunity necklaces myself because of my work schedule. I’m not necessarily nervous for my own game though. The McBITCHES alliance and the TEA SLUTS alliance are both alive and well. OLIVIA and I are discussing possible boots as well and we’re leaning towards NED and JAKE since they’re both hardly around. Out of those two, I think I’d prefer JAKE to be the one voted out next. NED and I have a little bit of history from previous non-TS games and I genuinely think we could work well together. OLIVIA did pitch JAKE to me, so I think we could make that happen fairly easily. But it’s still very early and a whole lot of things could change between now and tribal.

I’m a genius and a moron

* a bit later*

Me in a pepper Potts voice: you can rest now, summers 

Matt summers: finally closes his eyes knowing I can no longer spam him 

 Me: now onto this bitch Keegan who keeps trying to steal my goddamn ticket

* a while after that*

If Kurt takes one look at the atomic wiki my life is over

Really really really bonded with Kurt during this challenge and the last few days. We were already buddies and good with each other but I feel closer than ever and I really love that dude 🥰

Trent had to talk to me to get birch’s name out because we both wanted to say but I had him say it!! But I didn’t want to throw birch’s name out RIGHT in front of Keegan like that but he seemed to switch with us..idk if he’s for it or if it’s just for the group or if he’s just not for it but he probably doesn’t trust me for that LMAO yikes

I’ve forgiven birch for what happened in our last game but I’ll never be comfortable existing in a game simultaneously as them ever again. I’ve been uncomfortable since day 1 and I hope we finally vote them out so that experience can stop plaguing me with birch’s presence

Now that this challenge is 4.5 hours from finish, I suppose 9 would be a good time to get started or maybe sooner. A part of me felt it may be smarter to not post at all but I I don't want people getting too suspicious of me and feel I have an idol

Hmm so the goal today will be to get votes onto Emma and then proceed to get 2 votes on someone else in case of the idol...let's see if it goes anywhere!

Kurt and I at tribal council with immunities around our necks https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcTQclKPZ2g&feature=youtu.be

Listen did I intentionally let slip that Kage most likely used that extra vote on Sarah later on so matt might change his vote and I would get the advantage IM NOT SAYING YES OR NO But also I’ve been so worried about summers but he said he wanted to work together and with smart people and the people on his tribe honestly seem frustrating and I was like babe sign me up. I hope he doesn’t strangle the life out of me again but I’d rather have a friend out of him than an enemy I chose the villainous route for the advantage 😬 if I told birch they were getting votes they would’ve flipped out and spiraled all day, I couldn’t do it. its only round three and it’s so messy oh my god. Please let me sleep and let this vote pass

Sooooo. Olivia told me that people have been talking about me and Lukas in Uluru, so that fun. I have a target on my back because of a game i played 8 months ago and a person who isn't even on my tribe. I also don't have immunity. I think we are going Ned, but I have Paranoia.

Tell me why Emma is saying there were nothing at Thera. That’s such a blatant lie. I don’t believe it. We just had our votes revealed AND an extra vote and she got nothing? Anyways. She’s already told Dennis where she looked for the idol. Tried talking to Sarah while she was at Thera. And then told me she had nothing there. So like clearly she don’t trust me like I thought she would when I first started playing Also just to be clear, it’s very likely Kage who voted Sarah this last round so we need to keep that in mind (and make her paranoid about it so she doesn’t stick with the 5).

So now the immunity's over and it seemed Emma was going, but now I know she is likely going to vote Kage out, which is good that it isn't me, but I hope no idol play kills Kage ahh.

My plan of wanting to vote our JAKE or NED didn’t exactly pan out the way I wanted to. The McBITCHES alliance decided that voting out BIRCH is our best option right now. They’re difficult to maintain conversation with and apparently they have a connection with Lucas on the other tribe. If there’s a swap that kind of connection could be bad. However everyone in this game has some kind of connection. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. NED and I have a bit of an alliance ongoing right now so keeping him around could definitely be beneficial.

Both tribes are going to tribal. All 3 Immunities are at the other tribe and that is exactly how I wanted things to go. I wanted to keep the options for our tribal as open as possible 1/8 chance to be voted out is way better than 1/5, not that I could've been there for 24hrs to do the challenge anyways, but yeah. Long story short Matt approaches me and asks me to work together to keep the Ancient Thera ticket between us, just to properly find out what is going on there. Because for some reason a lightround has been activated from ancient Thera and an extra vote was cast, that wasn't revealed and nobody wants to own up to it. None of the ancient Thera people seem to wanting to talk about it. Matt gets the ticket, goes there and tells me that he has to fullfil this 1 task otherwise he loses his vote. Besides that he tells me that Malik is on the outs of the other tribe and Birch's option apparently was either, no advantage for themselves but advantage for the tribe or the other way around with a disadvantage for the tribe. So Kage lied : ))) I know that, Matt knows that, Sarah knows that. Kage is definitely NOT trustworthy. But who do we vote now? The idol has been found (somewhat likely by Kage, seeing that he mentioned the door quite a few times), but it also could be in the posession of literally anyone else. So it has been my goal for the entire cycle to stay good with everyone and make sure that if there is an advantage being played, it isn't played against me. Kage has been going around all day making sure the vote is on Emma, what I am okay with, since Emma has been literally non-available since the game started. But yeah let's see. Last tribal prove 1 thing and that we can most likely count on many advantages to be showing up in a season like this, so in the end. Anyone can go home...

Right now, Emma's on and has been informed she is getting votes. Dennis claimed she wants to go on Kage, which confused me only because I thought he already told me but I guess that was just Nicklas and/or Matt...Matt at least told me haha so I hope this won't be flipping over on Kage but yeah the next few hours should be interesting

So my alliance with Ned, Kurt, and Sharifa is confirmed with Malik on the side. The vote seems to be geared towards Birch since they’re not in our alliance or Sharifa’s alliance with Trent and Olivia. Apparently Birch is voting Ned and Trent or Olivia is throwing a vote on Ned, so it looks like Ned and I are throwing a vote on Keegan in case an idol is somehow played. Doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m not voted out. But after that I want my allies safe hehe. I think there will be a tribe swap next. I don’t really want to throw a vote because if i’m on a tribe with trent and olivia or keegan i’d have to own it or lie, either way there could be a good amount of tension. SOS!

The closer it gets to tribal the worse I feel about the vote possibly being BIRCH. They’re just so lovely and fun to have around. NED is an alright dude but he’s so inactive compared to BIRCH or literally anyone on the tribe. It’s sort of painful to be voting out someone I genuinely like in the off chance that they align with someone they previously played with it a swap happens. But such is the game. In the long run keeping NED is actually going to be better for my game. Right now he’s currently just an extra vote to be used by whoever he sticks by. So I’m going to do my best to make sure that it is me he’s sticking by.

I’m really really scared they’re all lying to me and it’s gonna be me tonight but I’ve just gotta go with the flow I guess. I don’t wanna look like a fool  

have been mega busy but here's the lowdown Oliva and Trent are frickin chaches who think they're running the show but they're dumb Sharifa is my #1 now Sharifa Kurt Jake and I are in an alliance and Malik is our 5th number and we've formed to put a stop to Olivia and Trent But this vote we are voting out Birch because we don't want to cause a ton of chaos before the swap. And I am getting votes from Keegan and Birch so Jake and I are voting Keegan in case Birch plays an idol. I'm concerned about Oliva and Trent voting me as well, causing a 4-3-2 vote. I tried to convince everyone to vote Keegan/Olivia/Trent but no one wants to make any ripples. If I go home because of this I'll be big mad. Keegan sucks at this game and life Olivia and Trent also suck at this game and should leave the internet forever. 

Okay so it should be Emma going tonight. I don’t like that bc I like Emma a lot but I guess people want whatever is easiest. TBH I don’t like Kage that much so I am just itching to flip but I know it’s too early to be a crackhead like that. So RIP Emma. Here are my thots on everyone Kage - a little brash and not fun to talk to, I want him gone like now. Matt - very nice and smart and needs to go before it’s too late. Sarah - I am coming to love her. Dennis - I <3 him. Nicklas - Cool but a lil much sometimes. I really try to vibe w him because I wanted him as my #1 but he’s hard to read. Andreas - Same as Matt. I think he’s easier to read but I think he’s also better socially than Matt. Anyone else - idek. I want a swap or sumn. I’m getting a little bored of these ppl. Also fuck whatever person got me eliminated from the last challenge. I was just trying to have funnnnnnnnnnnn! But everyone who got a necklace deserved it bc they worked so hard.

Emma is fighting to get Kage out. And this is exactly why we’re friends. We literally just chose the same person because we don’t like him lol. I wonder if it helped that I tried convincing Sarah that Kage voted her the other day. Dennis is low key against it because he doesn’t want anyone to get mad. But I think imma try seeing if people would be willing to do it 

 ***20 mins later*** 

Okay welp. I tried. Emma’s been too inac tho and most people don’t think they should save her Whatever ig. I’m okay with it. Hopefully it doesn’t get back to Kage I tried to get people to flip I only really dislike Kage on my tribe. And have been less connected with Chris. But I’ve talked a lot with Dennis, Lukas, Matt, Sarah, and Andreas so as long as no one gets paranoid, the swap we’re all expecting shouldn’t be bad.

[flatstarcarcosa]

2, 8, and 14 from the villain asks for whoever u want!!! -24hourshipping

@24hourshipping 

im gonna do various boyes!!

Does your F/O ever confide in you about their plans? Do you help them with their plans? If yes, how so?

so, obligatory “most of my stuff with sosuke is in the paroled verse” but, no. he really tries to keep who and what he really is under wraps, and since in this setting i’m really distracted with trying not to drown in law school and eventually actually practising, i don’t notice as many of the weird things that go on with him i normally would. sosuke being sosuke he defs starts scheming and plotting about how to cause problems for the soul society again, esp. since there’s been recent hints that there’s an entirely separate soul society for the western world. but as far as i know he’s just a good looking rich playboy from japan that decided to settle down in FL for a while. 

Does your F/O insist you maintain your distance from them (for your safety or whatever reason), or do they demand that you stay by their side?

i have a general idea of what slade does. like, i know he’s deathstroke, i know when he has a job, and sometimes i know roughly where he will be at some point, and he gives me an idea of how long he’ll be gone. 

but thats about it. he treats it like any job. he’s heading out to work, he’ll be out of the state and back by x, or he’ll be out of the country and back by y, he’ll try and call if something comes up. 

on the flip side, while prepping to move to vermont and while getting me settled slade put a LOT of effort into like, kind of wiping me from existence. some of it was at my request since with him paying for my name change i wanted to make sure no one in my damn family could find me unless i reached out first (not fucking happening), but a lot more of it was him safeguarding things since we’d be living together. 

i’ve mentioned it before but even bruce and dick had no idea i existed or was living with slade until they both (at different times) had to show up at his place for #reasons. bruce was honestly amazed slade had managed to do such a good job that i had a job for a while and i have bank accounts and etc but there’s very little in a paper trail that can conclusively trace back to me. he respects that. 

Were you prepared for the life that would follow when you fell in love with your F/O?

i had no idea how much money lester really had until he gave me full access to his shit when we started apartment hunting. like, i knew he was wealthy from what he does, but he doesn’t DO anything with it! the boye had me in a shitty two bedroom in NYC with roaches and busted cabinet doors and i could NOT take it ANY MORE and boy was i fucking pressed when i saw all those goddamn zeros smh. 

but also i wasn’t prepared for things being so oddly peaceful, despite lester being...lester, you know? when it’s just us and i can manage to focus him away from all his baggage it’s so casual and relaxed you’d have no idea he strangled someone with wire on the way home that day. 

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ACT OMEGA PART 23

THE 03/22/17 UPDATE

gASP! What’s this? Could it be? Consistent updates? Wow, I am on F I R E. Let’s see if this lasts more than two days. Anyhoo, last time on Act Omega, we were getting caught up with team PMMVKFSLAD (real fun to pronounce). The ragtag group of leftovers from the deadly laser pointer that is Lord English. United by the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, they shall overcome this challenge and persevere! If Vriska chills the fuck out, that is.

VRISKA.. Just chill out, let a semi good thing be a semi good thing. Even if the amount of good makes up like like... -16% of the thing. 

I’m having another moment where I just suddenly snap out of typing mode, and look at what I’m writing, and question if I can even qualify as a competent human being.

*click* oh hey, nothings here. *refresh* ah, fckingn OTHING *refresh* GDI I gOTTA LIVEBLOG TO WRITE *REFRESH* WHERE IS THE PANEL MSPFA I WILL LITERALLY FIND THE PEOPLE RUNNING YOUR SERVERS AND STRANGLE THEM *Refresh* Ah. There it is.

This is good Vriska. This is acceptance. You may be running a team full of morons with no motivation whatsoever. But you’re also running a team full of morons with no motivation whatsoever with a powerful LEADER. And as that powerful leader, you will UNITE THE SEA AND LAND DWELLERS AS ONE RACE, AND REDEFINE CULLING FOR YOUR ENTIRE RACE.

Ahem. I mean, you’ll use the power of friendship or something to kill lord english. wooooo.

VRISKA: Fiiiiiiiine. VRISKA: Thank you. VRISKA: For........ VRISKA: Sticking around. I guess.

Good girl. Now hold hands with them and write a song about your friendship.

Oh goodness, some more friends to add to the bunch. Equius and Horrus. I guess it’s time to update team PMMVKFSLAD to... PEMMVKFSHLAD. Even funner to pronounce.

VRISKA: Well. Might as well t8ke stock of our freshly downsized crew.

Dammit, have I been wasting my time keeping track?

VRISKA: There's myself, Meenah, Tavros, Aradia, Sollux...

SMAVT (these arent gonna stop being fun to pronounce.)

VRISKA: Davepeta, I guess? Whoever you are?

Come on Vriska, COME ON... Obviously it’s a dead Nepeta who was prototyped fused with a bird version of Dave from another timeline who was also prototyped in order to create the most badass sprite yet.

VRISKA: Feferi, hi. Nice to see you, I guess. At least, one version of you.

Pft. I just love this greeting for some reason. There’s something about the words “Feferi, hi. Nice to see you, I guess.” That keeps making me laugh for some reason.

VRISKA: Equius! Yeah, hey neigh8or. Lovin’ the new getup.

Goddamnit Vriska quit talking so casually I’m giggling like an idiot.

VRISKA: A 8unch of dancestors? I swear I know all your names. VRISKA: Aaaaaaaand that’s. It. VRISKA: Like... 13 people. VRISKA: That’s just. VRISKA: SWELL!

Vriska, you must fight the urge to off 5 of these suckers. Also, just gonna check and see if my math adds up. Alright, nope. PEMMVKFSHLAD only has 12, which means I haven’t seen everybody yet or Vriska’s counting was wrong. Or there are two Kankri’s but let’s just pray that isn’t the case. Also just gonna mention the fact that Horrus looks really upset over there.

I’m just gonna hope this isn’t sarcastic happiness.

VRISKA: Well at least I know pretty much everyone here! For the most part! VRISKA: 8etter than nothing! A decent collection of powers and skills. VRISKA: Davepeta, you have wings, and claws, and pro8a8ly some com8in8tion of time and heart powers that HAVE to come in handy somehow, right? VRISKA: Yeah!! VRISKA: Hahahaha!

Ooooh fuck. She’s gonna lose it.

(that goddamn moment when you forget how to put images on tumblr posts and then beat yourself up about it because you feel like a dunce)

Hmm. Yeah. Yep, she seems happy. Good.

VRISKA: This is fine! Everything is fine! VRISKA: I can TOTALLY work with this!

That’s right Vriska! Just embrace the power of friendship!!

VRISKA: And I know exactly what went wrong with the plan! VRISKA: Don’t 8et all your money on one horse! A horse that you don’t even know for sure is a8le to run!!

Oh it sure did run. It ran right on outta here with your fiancé (gotta get the fancy e) on it’s back. Too bad it didn’t just. Ride away with Lord English.

 VRISKA: Stupid, stupid, dum8!!!!!!!!

: )

VRISKA: 8ut I can learn from my mist8kes. Just like I always have. Say something doesn’t work. So what? Get right 8ack up and keep trying! Look at it from a new angle. 8ecause there is w8y too much at st8ke not to!

You’re goddamn right Vriska! I mean, if Lord English destroys the universe, Jade can’t totally get with Rose- Oh right. Jade’s all grimbark and shit. And I just remembered, that battle’s still going on isn’t it. Ha ha. Why do I pray for these ships to be canon. Are they really the most important thing for me during this fuckfest?

VRISKA: I 8et there's a totally reasona8le explan8tion for everything that went sideways. What the weapon actually fucking did. Why my luck ran out. Whatever that HUGE G8PING HOLE in the Furthest Ring is!

s’called the Green Hole™, learn the lingo sweetie.

VRISKA: I CAN DO THIS!!!!!!!!

Did somebody say overused and practically decaying meme?

Yeah. Nobody said that.

OH FUCK THAT’S A TROLL I THOUGHT THAT WAS A WEIRD STRUCTURE OR SOMETHING? AND. It’s Aranea. Just who we needed to see right now. Hopefully she doesn’t get everybody killed again! :  )

VRISKA: No fix8ting on the past. That’s all 8ehind me. VRISKA: I just have to FOCUS. I’m sure the answer is right in front of my f8ce. VRISKA: Hell, may8e it’s been lying in pl8in sight this entire time!

Yes, and the answer is to LEAVE right now before anymore trolls join your lil powwow.

MEENAH: yo fishka MEENAH: dont mean to burst your bubble or nothin MEENAH: like watchin you lose it and blubber at yourshellf has got a serious entertainment factor MEENAH: but you might wanna actually MEENAH: look behind you

NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS ENTERTAINING, And now is NOT the time to look behind you because we don’t need Vriska gone wrong fucking everything up with her hidden agenda’s again.

Goddammit stop acknowledging  h e r 

VRISKA: What NOW?!

VRISKA’S NOT GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. I’M NOT GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. NOBODY’S GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS.

VRISKA: Uh.

UH IN FUCKING DEED. SHE BETTER NOT PROPOSE SOME PLAN HERE, BECAUSE SHE IS LITERALLY MORE OBSESSED WITH HERSELF THAN VRISKA FUCKING SERKET, AND LITERALLY THE ONLY WAY IT COULD END IF THEY FOLLOW HER ADVICE IS WITH HER COMING OFF AS SOME HERO. I SWEAR IF SHE’S WEARING SOME SHIT EATING GRIN IN THE NEXT PANEL. IT FEELS LIKE SHE’S GONNA BE WEARING SOME SHIT EATING GRIN IN THE NEXT PANEL.

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F U C K  Y O U  A N D  Y O U R  F U C K I N G  F A C E  Y O U  S P I D E R  B I T C H ^ 2

ARANEA: Why, hello there!

Fuck you

ARANEA: It sounds to me like you might 8e in need of my particular talents and services.

FFFUCK... you

ARANEA: Luckily for you, I’ve come to offer just that.

FUCK YOU...

ARANEA: You’re welcome, in advance.

FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK. IM. IM DONE HERE. ARANEA, UNLESS YOUVE SHAPED YOUR SHIT UP I HOPE EVERYBODY HERE TAKES TURNS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF YOU

ALRIGHT

ALRIGHT.

Alright.

Alright...

Calm...

That’s the end of the update.

this was a fun one.

wooopty dooooo......

alrighty, bladda bladda outro seeya later

spider bitch^2