#and the rat king pussy post that's been in there

[thatlesbiancrow]

it would be so funny if when you deactivate your account all your drafted posts get posted

like when a person shits themselves when they die

[flightlessangelwings]

Drowning in You

Frankie Morales x fem!reader

Word count-2.5k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), exes to lovers, alcohol, pining, feelings, f receiving oral (all hail Frankie the pussy eating king!), overstim, sexytimes in a car, reader is able bodied but otherwise not described other than body parts, no use of y/n

Prompts- Both/all parties get caught in the rain. / "Kiss me in the rain. Please?"

Notes- Written for @undercoverpena April Showers Challenge! Getting this in on literally the last day of the month too lol! But I had fun with this one so I hope y'all enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post new things!

Moodboard made by me

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You never expected to see him here. Especially after all these years. You had broken up with Frankie so long ago… or had he broken up with you? Honestly it had been so long that you couldn’t even remember. Were you upset about one of his deployments? Was he upset that you worked too much? Was it something so inconsequential that you drew a blank? At this point, it didn’t even matter anymore.

As you stared at Francisco Morales- Frankie- from across the bar, all your old emotions bubbled up to the surface. He had more lines on his face than the last time you saw him, but it only made him more handsome. He still wore that same ratted baseball cap, but his hair looked a little longer as brown wavy locks poked out from under it. And his smile… even from far away you saw how his smile lit up his face. It made your heart flutter in your chest like you were a lovestruck school girl all over again. 

But time felt like it stopped when you and Frankie locked eyes from opposite sides of the room. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the temperature rise around you. All movement that surrounded you felt like it was in slow motion as you and Frankie just stared at each other, both as dumbfounded and surprised as the other. 

You hadn’t changed a bit. No, you were even more beautiful than the last time Frankie saw you. And the way your lips parted as you wore a stunned look across your face only brought up all the feelings he fought so hard to bury. The truth was not a day went by that Frankie didn’t think of you. So many times he picked up the phone to dial your number only to hang up before he could hit the call button. He couldn’t even remember why the two of you broke up, but he knew that letting you go was the biggest mistake of his life.

And he wasn’t about to let that happen again.

“Hi,” Frankie tried to sound smooth as he approached you, “You look…” he cleared his throat as he messed with his hat, “You look… Wow,” he breathed as a crooked smile lit up his face.

“Wow yourself,” you shimmied your shoulders subtly as chills ran up your spine from hearing his voice again. You fiddled with your fingers for a moment as nerves overtook you, “It’s good to see you, Frankie,” you said, “How have you been?”

“Oh, you know,” he shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, “You?”

“Same old,” you sounded playfully dismissive, as if neither of you cared about the past. All that mattered was the present, and maybe the future. “How are the guys?” you asked.

“Nothing’s changed.” It was a lie; so much had changed since the last time Frankie spoke to you. But now wasn’t the time for that. 

“That’s good,” you grinned. Shifting your weight from side to side, you felt like there was so much in the air between you two that needed to be let out. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of it. The tension was palpable, and even the strangers in the room could notice.

There was so much Frankie wanted to say, and yet none of it felt relevant. What could he possibly say to you after all these years? His chest felt tight and he felt like his throat was dry as he tried to swallow. And he was sure it got warmer in here since he came over to talk to you.

Frankie finally settled on, “Can I get you a drink?” 

Your eyes lit up and it made his heart pound in his chest, “Yes,” you breathed.

It was as if no time passed at all as you and Frankie shared drink after drink together. In an instant, you remembered what made you fall in love with him, and Frankie felt the same way about you. Both of you lost yourselves in each other as you talked and caught each other up on where you were in your lives.

“Hey, I bet I could still kick your ass at pool,” you shimmied your shoulders playfully as you motioned over to the empty pool table.

Frankie took a big swig of his drink and smiled widely, “You’re on!”

Heat built up between your bodies as you took turns shooting the balls into the net on the table. Every time Frankie came close to you, you felt your skin warm and tingle. And especially when he leaned so close against you that you thought he was going to kiss you. For a brief moment, you almost gave in as you unconsciously leaned in and glanced down at his lips as he teased you for missing a shot.

But, before you could make a move… 

“Alright love birds, last call,” the bartender interrupted you and Frankie, “It’s closing time.”

“Oh shit,” you laughed as you took a step back, “I didn’t even realize it got so late!”

“Me either,” Frankie’s eyes never left your figure as you put the pool sticks away. He flagged down the bartender and paid for both of your tabs before he returned to you, “Can I walk you to your car?”

“I actually didn’t drive here,” you admitted sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed about being out so late on your own. But you weren’t on your own, were you? You almost forgot about the friends you came here with, and you were sure they all left hours ago as you were catching up with your ex. 

“Can I give you a ride home then?” he asked, hopeful.

You smiled at him, “Yeah.”

It was dark as you and Frankie walked through the parking lot of the bar. Most of the cars were gone, and those that remained were about to drive away. Only Frankie’s truck parked on the far end of the lot was left.

“Still got that shitty old truck, huh?” you jested.

“Hey, this piece of shit has done me good,” Frankie laughed, “She may be getting up in years but she’s still got some life left in her.”

All you could do was grin widely. Yep, he was the same old Frankie that you fell in love with all those years ago. The same Frankie that you missed every day. The same Frankie that you wished you could get back and be the way things used to be…

“Well,” Frankie groaned as you both reached the passenger side, “Your ride waites,” he made a scene about hamming it up for you, making you burst into laughter.

“I’ve missed you, Frankie.” The confession slipped out before you could stop it.

He froze. 

Under the low light of the streetlamps, you looked stunning. Even in the darkness, Frankie could see the way your eyes shone. The tone shifted as he reached out and cupped the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I missed you too, baby,” he murmured softly.

Your lips parted to let out a deep breath as you found yourself drawn closer and closer to his face. You glanced down at his lips for a moment, remembering the way they were always so soft against yours. But, just as you felt his breath on your skin, it suddenly started to pour.

“Shit!” Frankie hissed as you both found yourself soaking wet in the downpour that came from nowhere, “Quick, get in!”

“Wait,” you grabbed his shirt, “Kiss me!”

“What?!”

“Kiss me. Right here, in the rain,” you sounded more sure of yourself this time, “Please?”

Frankie exhaled sharply as he hovered his lips over yours, “I can’t say no to that.”

With that, Frankie crashed his lips against yours in a deep and desperate kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, feeling your soaked body against his. Swallowing the moan you let out, Frankie let out a groan of his own as he tasted you for the first time in years. And it was way better than he remembered. Instantly, Frankie was addicted to you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured against your lips as he broke away briefly only to kiss you again.

“Frankie…”

“Baby,” he cut you off, “I gotta tell you… Now that I’ve had a taste, I fucking need more…”

“What’s stopping you then?” you smirked as your tone dropped, your tone obvious.

“Now? Fucking nothing,” he smirked against your face as he grabbed you as yanked you towards the backseat. Fumbling with the door, Frankie quickly ushered you inside before climbing in on top of you and shutting the door behind him. Laughter erupted from both of you as you clumsily tried to situate yourself in the cramped backseat of Frankie’s truck. 

“Feels just like old times,” you mumbled in between frantic kisses as you felt yourself stripped of your soaking wet clothes.

Frankie let out a short laugh, “Like when we were younger and I’d fuck you in my back of my old beat up piece of shit car for hours,” he groaned as he yanked your bottoms off of you, “Fuck…” he breathed in awe.

All you could do was moan as you felt the heat of Frankie’s gaze warm you from the inside. Suddenly, the cold rain felt like a steamy mist on your skin as he looked at your pure pure need and adoration. 

“Shit baby,” Frankie purred before he dove into you in a flash.

You threw your head back and screamed as his lips made contact with your pussy, immediately sending you into a state of ecstasy. Pleasure overwhelmed you as Frankie’s tongue worked your fold with expert precision that you knew and loved from him. Moans filled the truck as your hands landed in his hair, pushing the cap off his head so you could bury your fingers in his tick locks.

“Fuck… Frankie…” you moaned as your eyes rolled back into your head. 

The rain continued to pound on the roof of Frankie’s tuck as he devoured you like a man starved. And perhaps that’s what Frankie was. Ever since the day you left, he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, to taste you again. And now that he had his wish, he was not going to let you go.

Frankie’s emotions overwhelmed him as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer against his face. He felt no need for air as he licked and slurped greedily at your pussy, savoring your taste and every sound you made. With every flick of his tongue, Frankie felt his cock stiffen more. But he ignored it. All he cared about was drawing in your pussy, drowning in giving you the pleasure you both craved after so long apart. 

“Oh baby… Fuck…” you cried out as tears filled your eyes.

As much as he wanted to coo soothing words, Frankie found that he couldn’t pull himself away from you. Licking down your folds, he darted his tongue in and out of your entrance a few times before he ran back up and sucked hard at your clit. The action pulled a cry from you that drowned out the pouring rain and you tugged at his hair harder.

That’s it baby, Frankie thought as he groaned into your body.

Your hips bucked against Frankie’s face on their own. Up and down, up and down, you rocked your hips against his face, feeling the combination of his tongue and his nose against your folds that created a pleasure unlike anything you ever felt before. You cried out in ecstasy as you felt a tingle emanate from your core.

“Fuck… Frankie… I’m…” you moaned as you felt your climax quickly approach.

Frankie didn’t let up. Instead, he grabbed you even tighter and picked up his pace with his tongue. Flicking your clit over and over again, he pushed harder, knowing exactly which spots drove you wild. Your moans and cries were music to his ears, highlighted by the sound of the rain that continued outside, surrounding you in your little pocket of bliss. 

“Fran…” you couldn’t even get his entire name out before your orgasm crashed into you like a wave hitting the beach. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as you threw your head back and screamed loudly. You felt like you were floating, with only Frankie’s tongue and hands to keep you grounded.

Even as your peak hit, Frankie still didn’t stop. He was too consumed with you to even think of breaking away. Instead, he kept going. Even as you whimpered from becoming overstimulated, he kept going. Frankie sucked and slurped at your cunt like he was eating a melting ice cream. And to him, you were just as sweet, if not sweeter.

Tears fell down your cheeks as your mind went blank. Even the uncomfortable cushion of his backseat didn’t bother you as you let out a desperate whine. In the break between your screams, you heard the rain hit the roof of the truck… as well as the obscene slurping of Frankie in between your legs. Picking your head up, you saw the outline of him in the dim light, his head bobbing up and down as he refused to let you go.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned as another climax hit you out of nowhere. Your body went limp as you cried out in bliss once more, feeling the overwhelming pleasure that Frankie’s tongue brought you. “Fuck!” you screamed as you yanked on his hair, letting him know you finally had enough.

With one final loud pop, Frankie finally broke away from your body. His eyes were glazed over and his chin glistened from your juices. He stared at you in silence, the only sound being the rain outside as you both caught your breaths. The windows were so fogged up that no one could see inside even if there was anyone out to peer in, and Frankie could barely see out.

“You alright, baby?” Frankie asked, breaking the silence. 

You blinked your eyes open and your heart fluttered in your chest from the way he looked at you, “Never fucking better,” you grinned.

Frankie leaned over, pushing himself forward to cover your body and take your lips in a slow yet still heated kiss, “Me too,” he murmured against your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer, “I missed you so much, Frankie,” your voice was like a plea.

He cupped your face, “I missed you too, baby,” he replied, his tone soft. Frankie’s thumb brushed a tear off your cheek before he spoke again, “Hey,” he started with a hint of a smirk in his voice, “How about we go back to my place and make up for lost time?”

You grinned widely, “What are we waiting for?” you kissed him again, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. 

“Absolutely nothing,” he replied with a grin of his own and a bright future ahead for both of you despite the downpour outside. 

[nerves-nebula]

I’m having a dang blast writing Post-Shredder shit for this AU I’m sorry if it feels like I’m shoving my way into your stuff. I just want to write about the boys suffering and healing. Mostly Leo.

——

There was a new white board in the dining room.

Well, technically it wasn’t new. Donnie had had it for a while and had used it for his dorky science stuff for ages. Heck, the edges were stained purple from how many times he’d erased whatever was on it.

But now it was attached to a hook on the dining room wall, right where it led into the living area. There were four markers clipped to it, color-coded like they always did.

There were thick black letters written on the top.

WAYS I’VE DISAPPOINTED DAD LATELY

Leo knew it had to be Mikey’s idea. Mikey had been coming out of his shell more lately (no pun intended) and was more open with expressing how he actually felt about things.

There were a couple of things already written on it, too.

In orange: I spray painted a dead rat on a building

In red: 🎶 I kissed a boy and I liked it 🎶

In purple: I helped Mikey spray paint a dead rat

And again in orange: Went to therapy!

Leo frowned at the board.

He could think of a handful of things to write on it.

I left home.

I haven’t written him in months.

I let everyone skip training in favor of movie night last week because Raph was sick.

I wear skirts now.

I like being a girl sometimes.

He doesn’t know where I am.

He picked up the blue marker, pulling off the cap. He hesitated, thinking for a moment, before writing.

Raph hummed to himself as he came in, bags of groceries on his arms. He kicked the door closed behind him, bouncing to make sure he didn’t drop anything.

Two trips were for pussies.

He waddled his way to the kitchen, carefully dropping everything on the counter. He’d made out with a great haul this time. April had introduced him to couponing and he’d fucking made out with more than enough to last them a month for the price of two weeks.

He felt like a damn king.

He left the kitchen, intending on bullying Mikey into helping him put things away, but paused at the white board. He smiled at Mikey and Donnie’s additions to the list, laughing them.

He almost didn’t notice the small blue writing added to the very bottom.

“Everything.”

——

-Monster Anon

HAHA. OWWWWW. Leo in his relapse arc 😔

[waheelawhisperer]

For some reason, Shuttershocky is agreeing with someone who hates the twist that Margaret Nearl was never Infected. I'd ask Shutters about this, but I'm gunshy about being blocked.

First of all, I'm sure that Nearl didn't want to lie to anyone, and she may have even believed the lie herself at first. Then afterwards she feared telling the truth, in case the Chamber of Commerce use heavier-handed methods against her family to maintain the lie.

Second, [Maria Nearl] already hinted about the ruse when people on the street shared the rumor that Nearl's infection was a lie forced on her by the Chamber of Commerce as a desperate final attempt to get rid of her. Plus, Nearl is a launch operator, and her medical records (which would prove or disprove Infection) were never available even to the Doctor. Shining refused to share them, because she knew Nearl's situation. So this 'twist' seems to have been the plan from the beginning, not like the apparent retcon of the Lungmen Slum Genocide.

Dude just respond to Shutters or the OP of that post I don't particularly care to be used as someone else's platform

Anyway I don't necessarily disagree with anything you've said here, but I feel like you're missing the point a bit. The people involved in that post are less concerned with whether it was planned/foreshadowed effectively than they are with whether it was a good choice for the story in the first place. I'm less steamed about it than the people in that reblog chain (my biggest issue with Near Light's ending is actually the way Nearl left Rhodes Island to try to reform her hopelessly corrupt country from within like lmao lol I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen for the sake of my own sanity) but I'm not precisely happy with it either and I truly do get where they're coming from. Up to the reader to decide whether making Nearl not Infected was an appropriate choice to the storyline, I'm not going to pass judgment here, but what matters to me is the execution. I don't care if they've had it planned out from the beginning or if they threw it in at the end as long as they do it well. All that matters to me is the end product.

As for the purging of the slums like that's such a joke to me I'm gonna be real here, either have the balls to let Wei's status as a spineless little pussy who lives on a diet of Yanese boot leather have actual consequences for the people he rules or don't bother with it at all, letting the Rat King save the people of the slums just feels like a copout. Like yeah it pissed the protagonists off but Wei was willing to kill his own people to appease Yan and the narrative still tries to present him as Ch'en's Funny Father Figure it's so annoying

[old-men-yaoi-lover]

I had a friend with whom I had like the craziest 3 am convos, now we're drifting apart so I'm gonna like document some of that weirdness, some jokes

1. Universe was created last Thursday

2. Peppa pig is 2m tall

3. I classify my memories by places, not time. Time isn't linear it's geographical

4. Ego finished before it could fester, the universe doesn't allow me

5. From the depths of Mushroom kingdom, emerges a man with a moustache so long

He's got a plan, he's got a scheme

Warrior, wario the money making Machine!

6. Will he cry, a broken man for all he has lost? Will they live or will they roam about with their hearts dead and brains shrieking?

7. Never be vanilla. Always be so extra and dramatic that you put Ursula to shame

8. We could just be immortal sentient jellybishes, floating in the ocean all day, but nooo

9. Rodrick from the live action movie is way too fine

10. A: I don't have friends

B: wait what about m- (starts fading away)

11. Confused OONGA BOONGA intensifies

12. I want to pour mouthwash on my eyes

13. A: Haha you're so old.

B: old, ancient, a dinosaur, even.

14. I pity myself, an eternal doormat who keeps trying to help people despite being ignored by them.

I'm a beta male, sonic

15. A: hey come onliiine

B:Who dares summon me, The Great Naga, king of the serpentssssssss

16. I broke into a children's park to play on the swings, I'm a criminal

17. Without even a semblance of awareness of any conciousness

18. Never feel guilty for eating chocolate

Feel guilty for being alive instead!

19. Thanks bro, you keep me undergrounded

20. After everything that has happened, if I don't get in my favourite college, I'm gonna be so pissed off that even the Gods will worry. The simulated Matrix should be sweating rn. They better not distract me.

21. I forget I'm alive sometimes

22. How can I sleep when the world is briefly magical for a moment which seperates the days? ✨

23. Haha suffer peasant

24. A: i grow, not grow up

Cosine so fine Constantine

Always alone, post Malone, Sylvester Stallone

All these rich people always act they busy

All I ever want in my life is pu-

I'm sorry, I got carried away, i don't where that came from

But like there's so much symbolism in this ryt, socioeconomic disparity, immaturity and-

B: Yea the pussy is a metaphor for how you were in a dark cave in your life

25. Mongolian throat singing ensues

26. Let's lie back and stare at the stars as last of the lights are put out

27. Mike wazhousekey

28. Ye have been blessed, kill some people in your dreams

29. I wanna die while somersaulting into the mouths of sharks in a lava pit volcano

30. A: my neck hurts so bad

B: want me to break it

31. Why am I like this?

When did I become like this?

32. You can feel the 12 year old girl energy from the screen

All my friends have personality of a toddler

33. Being buff and anxious is wayy better than being anxious

34. You're one sarcastic and a pleasant funny chap good sir

A hoit a toit

35. The theological conclusion to an eternal saga

36. And her skin the colour of coffee but only with milk because she was white (talking about how there were little coloured people in standards of beauty thing)

37. Atleast you try, my beloved

38. A: do my laundry

B: here have monekys

A: ...

B: special helicopter swings for shirts too

39. That attention seeking, two timing bubonic barnacle rat

40. There is no gender

There is only cockroach and those too filled with fear to face it

Anyways they have their own whole life and they seem happier without me so Saying goodbye i suppose haha sed lyf

[spacerockfloater]

Okay you disgusting shit-dumpster, I suggest you pack it up with the insults because I know for a fact that your Rhaenyra-pussy-whipped-ass is not out here advocating against misogyny while simultaneously calling me a bitch. The audacity you have is insane, you raging twat, yet I expect nothing more than a Targ boot licker. You’re feeling a little too brave behind your screen and I’d like you to know that I’ll be blocking you after this post because ain’t NO way that I’d allow a failed abortion remnant such as yourself to speak to me like that.

I suggest you dismount whomever’s dick it is that you’re riding because your lack of comprehension skills is pitiful, yet not surprising.

First and foremost, the main subjects of the Dance are 1) a family ruining itself & 2) politics, you imbecile, not misogyny. GRRM doesn’t give a rat’s ass about misogyny. This was never his fucking intension. Fire and Blood came out in 2018, long before the modern day discourse over feminism and anti feminism became trendy. In fact, the whole ASOIAF universe barely touches the topic of misogyny. Houses Dorne and Arryn were ruled by women when Aegon invaded. Cersei claims the Iron Throne for herself. Daenerys becomes the ruler of a whole ass continent. In the TV Show, Sansa is declared, and accepted, as queen in the north. Arya becomes an elite assassin. Brienne is allowed to join Renly’s king’s guard and then she is knighted. There is an abundance of powerful women in the ASOIAF book series and the GOT TV show, because frankly, GRRM doesn’t give a fuck and apparently neither do most of the men in the series because nobody bats a fucking eye! There’s already a shit ton of women ruling before Rhaenyra pops up. The people of the ASOIAF universe bow to whomever has power or inspires respect, as seen when all the Dothraki, who originally feel ashamed to swear the blood oath to Danny, bend the knee once they see her emerge from the flames. Therefore, the problem is not simply that Rhaenyra is a woman, the problem is that the fucking great houses of Westeros thirst for power and this is a perfect moment for them to attack! You’re acting as if it wasn’t every fucking house that wanted to marry their child to Viserys. Corlys was out there pimping his 12-year-old! Had Viserys chosen Laena and had they had children, the dance would be repeated all the same! The issue is that people crave fucking power and that Rhaenyra was a shitty enough politician to make it easier for them to challenge her claim. She is given chance after chance after chance to make the right decision and she always choses wrong. She neglects all her duties, she refuses to choose a suitable man, she has bastards, she suggests poor battle plans, she gets rid of her husband, she marries her fucking uncle and brings him to court and grants him power even if everyone despises him and then she ultimately deserts the capital out of shame. And she doesn’t. Ride. Into battle. Once. Not to mention her grown ass crying and begging her decrepit old fart of a father to save her skin while he is decomposing on his own bed. What a fucking shameful scene. And then having people decapitated for speaking the truth? Wow. And I’m not even gonna mention all the other shit she does in the books. Ordering Nettles to be executed? Taxing the poor? Killing innocent servants daily because she’s paranoid? Betraying her allies? Denying people their rights because they are bastards? Suggesting her mutilated sibling to be tortured? Denying eldest daughters their positions as heads of their respective houses because she wants said houses’ support? How could anyone not root for her, I wonder! Had she been a better leader, has she made better choices, it wouldn’t have been so easy for so many powerful houses to rise against her, but they did and that is HER fault. You’re acting as if the people didn’t all riot against the Targs once Robert Baratheon rebelled. You’re acting as if the Blackfyres didn’t rebel FIVE FUCKING TIMES. And they didn’t rebel because their ruler was a woman, they did it because they either wanted power or because their rulers were shitty. It’s that fucking simple.

We don’t hate Rhaenyra because she is a woman. We hate her because she acts like every spoiled, upper class, privileged person does and then she cries “misogyny” when she doesn’t get what she wants despite never trying, and that’s fucking hypocritical, offending and infuriating, because everyone in the Dance is messed up, but at least they don’t hide behind their fucking finger. You’re acting as if the main point of Fire and Blood, or even ASOIAF in general (specifically a Clash of Kings) isn’t that there is no person who truly deserves to be king and that there can never be a perfect ruler. Get your head out of your ass. Everyone hated Rhaenyra because she was a bad person and a bad queen. No other reason. Was Aegon any better? Fuck no, but there are very few people supporting him seriously either way. And in any case, HBO’s use of current social/political events in order to gain popularity is so apparent that it’s hysterical. They’re painting Rhaenyra as this scorned poor female martyr and Aegon as the embodiment of everything that’s wrong with men in order to take advantage of what’s happening right now in the world and that’s disgusting because they are exploiting our outrage that women are actually suffering all around the world in order to make the show relevant, even if it means glorifying someone who canonically is a female tyrant. And your sorry asses are swallowing it like it’s a load of your situationship’s cum! You’re such a fucking disgrace and the women who bled for you to have rights would be ashamed to see how unintelligent and gullible you are!

Now that I have given you a lesson on sociology, allow me to correct the rest of your idiotic opinions:

1. Rhaenyra’s bastards are out here cutting people’s eyes out at the old ripe age of 10, or 5 in the book, mocking people and ATTACKING them, so allow me to say that their sorry asses are in no way better than Alicent’s children. Not holding your child accountable is wild Karen behaviour. You sound like your kid is a bully.

2. Aemond picked the rock up after 4 of them fucking ganked him up and he was DAMN right to do it. I’d like to see you try to fight off 4 people who are attacking you and then have the world blame you for defending yourself. Since you’re so concerned with Aegon’s behaviour btw, I wonder, do you give rape victims who kill their rapists while defending themselves the same energy? I guess fucking not, you stupid slut. Attacking someone and then saying you had the right to mutilate them because they defended themselves is batshit insane. That little shitstain brought a fucking knife. They were ready to kill Aemond and for what? Claiming a dragon, which is his right and something they’ve bullied him for? Or for telling the girl that a pig would suit her, you know, since that’s EXACTLY what their hypocritical asses did to him first? Let Rhaena know who she has at her side: two pieces of shit that bullied someone for being dragonless like her. But sure, as long as someone doesn’t do to you whatever horrible thing they did to someone else, it’s all good yeah? And don’t start with Aegon being a bully, too, because we’ve already established that his stupid ass is evil, this still doesn’t excuse the bastards from also being bullies.

3. How about we take all that energy from Alicent, who acknowledges PUBLICLY her son’s atrocious behaviour and is disgusted by him while trying all her life to fix him and who holds him accountable for his actions, and give it to Viserys, the absent shitshow of a father and the actual adult of the situation? Why have kids if you’re not gonna support them or raise them? And he was healthy enough to come save Rhaenyra from public humiliation, but not healthy enough to bring up his children? That man lived far too long.

4. Alicent is perfectly aware of everything her children are doing, you know, up to the point that they become old enough to be able to hide shit from her and take control of their lives? Like, she is well aware of her children’s behaviour and the type of people they are. She may not know that Aegon is out there watching his kids fight to death but she knows that from a young age he has been a disgusting raping imbecile, while Rhaenyra has no idea what her bastards are or what they do ever! Alicent even goes as far as to beat the living shit out of Aegon for the stuff he does and holds him accountable in Driftmark for not being there to help his brother, while Rhaenyra pats her son on the back.

5. The Greens win the war. Rhaenyra dies screaming, Aegon sits the throne. Aegon III becomes king solely because he is Aegon II’s only living male heir. No other reason. Had Aegon II had a living son, the throne would go to him. It just so happened that he didn’t. Rhaenyra goes down as a loser. A hated loser who is not even remembered as a queen, because history is written by the winners.

6. Aegon II and his daughter’s murders are direct results of Aegon II’s incompetence to be a good and strong ruler and people seeing this as an opportunity to grab power, because that’s their nature! This is not a Team Black win. It was just the Greens deciding they need a new representative and you’re so stupid if you’re not getting it, lol!

7. Accusing Aemond of being a rapist is something you people keep pulling out of your ass, because not only is that never stated in the book, but on the contrary, it is mentioned that Alys loved him, guided him, had his child, married him, wished to rule in his name, gave him potions to fall in love and is ANCIENT compared to Aemond who is barely 18??? The Aemond being a rapist shit theory came out of him claiming Alys as a spoil of war, as if this couldn’t very well be and most likely is an Achilles/ Briseis in Troy 2004 situation? Y’all are jumping through hoops and reaching all the way to the stars to blame Aemond for the most random shit while sucking Daemon’s dick who is the confirmed number 1 rapist, whoremonger, pedophile and wife beater of the whole Dance. Insane!

8. House Hightower is one of the most important Westerosi houses to this day. There’s nothing to see here. They’re still fucking awesome. They survive and thrive through it all. House Targaryen though? The best thing they have is 1 girl half a world away who ultimately fucks up big time.

All in all, both sides suck, but Rhaenyra’s entitlement and hypocrisy make her unbearable. At least even Aegon is aware that he’s not cut to be king. How can SHE and YOU be so blind that Rhaenyra is equally bad? At least the rest of the Greens/ Targtowers are decent people! Team Black doesn’t have a single GOOD character.

I suggest you lock yourself back into whatever basement your Alabamian family accidentally left you out of and keep honing your “argumentative skills”, because right now it feels like I’m going up against someone who graduated from Cooley Law School. You’re fucking pathetic.

i'm sorry but it’s soooo insane to expect a mother who couldn’t even find the last vestiges of her beloved child and was unable to put him to rest properly to behave rationally. rhaenyra better than me cause if something like that happened to my child I'd burn the entire world before going down with it.

[brakingpoint]

let’s not beat around the bush id love a smash pass of the whole current grid

OKAY i've already answered a few but here's the entire grid in current championship order and YES i am going to include reserve drivers. putting this under a cut because good lord

max: have been through this - smash. he is not my normal type physically and yet i am deeply profoundly attracted to him. AND he has cats. win/win

checo: lol i forgot he was p2 now. anyway pass i'm sorry but he just does absolutely nothing for me

charles: well come on. obviously smash.

george: unfortunately we have also been through this and he is a regretful but simultaneously decisive smash

carlos: you see the thing about carlos is that he is objectively a very good looking man but in such a conventional way that it just registers as a net zero pussy response from me on all but a VERY select set of occasions. so pass :-/

lewis: SMASH. but also sort of a pass just out of like, the pressure of who has preceded me. i mean the man has slept with a pussycat doll and also probably rihanna i CANNOT win in this situation

lando: normally pass because if he was my type i'd just be posting about minecraft youtubers but i have to admit that one gifset going around of him looking flushed and sweaty after singapore did something absolutely outrageous to me. a 50/50

esteban: smash feels like the wrong word. there would be nothing violent about this interaction other than me changing position too fast and accidentally snapping every single one of his stick insect limbs perfectly in half

fernando: something about his face shape is just so deeply offputting to me and i cannot put it into words. i'm sorry. pass

valtteri: i have never seen a man's arse so many times and had literally zero erotic thoughts about it on any of those occasions. pass

seb: come on now i'm not a heathen. SMASH.

daniel: smash but i know it would be like deeply annoying sex. he'd be absolutely destroying me with his perfectly formed pussy eating nose and then he'd shout PIERRE GASLYYYYY as i orgasmed.

kmag: i feel nothing. pass.

lance: i am not attracted to him but everything about footage of him and his girlfriend together has me convinced that he must fuck like an absolute mountain rat. smash purely out of curiosity

mick: i genuinely cannot say smash because even though he's like. a perfectly respectable non-weird fuckable age for me as a 25 year old every time i see him i just think. That's A Little Baby Boy. pass

yuki: the thing is i don't really find him attractive 90% of the time (i have seen Some very compelling images on this front) BUT 1) short king recognises short king and 2) i feel like it would just be a hilarious experience this is a guy who knows how to make sex funny. maybe.

zhou: i'm contemplating. i've contemplated. smash.

alex: smash bc from his i feel like he would just be really fun and sweet in bed, like he's not gonna destroy you but you're still gonna remember it for how fun and charming the experience was. HOWEVER it could not be at the albon family home bc can you imagine the non stop racket of the collective albon pets trying to break in so horsey specifically can judge you

nicky: i feel like me saying smash is not SURPRISING but, my eternal nicky latifi fondness notwithstanding, this is another lance situation. what is it about the canadian pay drivers huh

nyck: short king recognises short king. smash.

hulk: again he just has too much aged-out frat boy energy for me so it's gotta be a pass

[weedigrow-picturesipaint]

So I follow this blog and she posted about how a dead body was found by her home recently. And since I initially started using tumblr for porn so many years ago I responded to her post with my porn blog, but I realized I have lots of stories about doing hood rat shit with my friends that have nothing to do with porn, but nobody to tell them to. So here we go.

I went to John Burroughs jr high school in Mid city LA, up the street from LA high. (I actually rode the school bus with LA high kids while going to middle school. I was a bad student and went to a summer school every year since sixth grade except after 9th grade where I made honor roll both semesters. They filmed lots of movies and shows at my middle school “nightmare before elm street, family matters, The practice etc. one summer they filmed a movie called Never been kissed with Drew Barrymore , due to filming demands every door in the school was unlocked for the crew with minimal school staff on site besides teachers for the limited summer session. We would ditch school and go to the Burger King off wilshire by The Park Labrea apts that didn’t exist back then. Then we would go back to school and smoke weed in the metal shop cause it never had a summer class. One day after weeks of flirting and whatever sum girl I was chasing said she was down to fuck, we were both virgins, and I was trying to act cool but I was scared lowkey, so I distanced myself from her. One day we had ditched again, and we were outside the homies house when she walked by after summer class was done for the day. She looked me right in the eye from across the street like “come get this pussy”. I went back inside to play goldeneye with my friends. I went home and felt disgusted with myself and convinced her to give me another shot after pleading for a couple days. She liked that shit tho. Anyway we ended up going to her apartment while her parents were out. She lived off Venice blvd, by the World on Wheels that Nipsey Hussle brought back before he got killed. She put on a vhs of Bambi so the room wouldn’t be so quiet and awkward, and I proceeded to give her the best 22 seconds I ever had. We ended up fucking again, but I didn’t get much better, but yeah that’s how I lost my virginity while drew Barrymore was filming sun shit movie... now that I think of it, this might have happened while they were making Toothless with Kirstie Alley. That was another free roam/free reign summer situation

[dreamings-free]

How Harry Styles Became A Modern Style Icon

by Phoe­be Luck­hurst - Evening Standard 15/11/19

A man wrought in the fires of teenage boy­band hy­per-stardom is not afraid of a lit­tle commotion. Still when Harry Styles — the One Di­rec­tion mat­inée idol turned lan­guid Gen Z icon — tweeted, at 1.01 pm GMT on Wed­nes­day af­ter­noon, that he would be tak­ing his up­com­ing album Fine Line on tour, you could, if at­tuned to the cor­rect de­mo­graphic fre­quency, hear the howl echo around the in­ter­net: gut­tural, hun­gry, ul­u­lat­ing. This was a pseudo-re­li­gious experience: one vi­ral meme de­picted the Pope hold­ing a copy of his al­bum aloft. The announce­ment has been retweeted al­most 70,000 times.

The 25-year old is a tour vet­eran — he spent five years and five al­bums strapped to the thunder­ing 1D jug­ger­naut — but this new tour is his first as a bona fide solo brand. The al­bum, his first in two years, is synth-soaked and soul­ful, the al­bum’s aes­thetic fever­-dreamy. Granted, he’s not the first per­son to go to So­Cal, try a few magic mush­rooms and de­clare him­self radically trans­formed, but the re­sults are be­guil­ing — and cer­tainly a world away from his years as a Simon Cow­ell Ken doll. Since his last record, he has co- hosted t he Met Gala and been reborn as an Alessan­dro Michele muse. This is your Styles crib sheet.

Melody maker

Styles’s new al­bum — writ­ten un­der a tie-dye mist af­ter tak­ing the afore­men­tioned psychedelics, which also re­sulted in a mishap in which he bit off the tip of his tongue — is “all about hav­ing sex and feel­ing sad”, which, granted, as a topline, does not wildly dif­fer­en­ti­ate the record from the genre of “al l other mu­sic ever”. Still, the early signs for Fine Line are encouraging. Its first sin­gle, Lights Up—which has been streamed al­most 100 mil­lion times on Spo­tify —is­ synth-y, soul­ful, un­der­stat­edly an­themic, very dif­fer­ent to, and bet­ter than, the lead sin­gle on his last solo record, the Seven­ties, soft-rock Sign of the Times( it still, of course, hit No 1), and very, very dif­fer­ent from any­thing he did with 1D. Many thou­sands of words have been writ­ten about whether there is a bi­sex­ual sub­text to Lights Up. It has been noted that the song was re­leased on Na­tional Com­ing Out Day, that Styles’s sex­u­al­ity has been sub­ject to fren­zied specu­la­tion be­fore, the video fea­tures an oiled-up, top­less Styles gy­rat­ing around men and women, and that the lyrics (“Shine, I’m not ever go­ing back/ Shine, step into the light”) could be in­ter­preted as a mean­ing­ful rev­e­la­tion of sorts. Cer­tainly, he has be­come a queer icon — especially with Gen Z — who are thrilled by his se­lec­tion of gen­derqueer singer-song­writer King Princess as his sup­port act for the Euro­pean part of his tour. Speak­ing of col­lab­o­ra­tors, Styles worked on the al­bum with pro­duc­ers Tyler John­son, who has worked with Tay­lor Swift, Mi­ley Cyrus and Ed Sheeran, and Jeff Bhasker, who has collabo­rated wit h Mark Ron­son and Kanye West, and his friend, Tom Hull, aka Kid Har­poon, who co-wrote Shake It Out for Florence + The Ma­chine. He has also been granted a fairy god­mother: Ste­vie Nicks, who called him her “lit­tle muse” at Fleetwood Mac’s hyped Wembley head­line gig i n J une. “S he’s a l ways there for you,” Styles has said in the past. “She knows what you need: ad­vice, a lit­tle wis­dom, a blouse, a shawl.” Sure.

Got Styles

Any young man raised in the white heat of a boy­band spot­light must be granted the space to find his fash­ion path; Styles has done so with no mis­steps and ex­u­ber­ant plea­sure. Once upon a time, he would sem­a­phore his in­di­vid­u­al­ity with a ban­dana; now, he turns up to a cover interview with Rolling Stone in a white floppy hat, blue denim bell-bot­toms and Gucci shades, his nails coloured pink and green. His favourite trousers, un­til he lost them on the beach, were a pair of mus­tard cor­duroy flares; this week, he wore a Lan­vin sweater vest with a sheep de­sign that sent a co­terie of Lon­don menswear stylists into throes of ec­stasy. He wears flo­ral suits and Cuban heels, ruf­fled, New Ro­man­tic shirts, Charles Jef­frey jump­suits and pussy- bow blouses. It is flam­boy­ant, self-con­sciously Bowie/Jag­ger, and in Gen Z par­lance, “very ex­tra”. His stylist Harry Lam­bert is par­tial to an ex­trav­a­gant col­lar, dra­matic neck­line and a vo­lu­mi­nous trouser.

Be­sides Lam­bert, an­other part of this evo­lu­tion has been his re­la­tion­ship with Gucci’s cre­ative di­rec­tor Michele, who has turned the Ital­ian her­itage brand into the ul­ti­mate post-gen­der lux­ury fash­ion la­bel, the first to merge their menswear and wom­enswear, and dis­patch male mod­els down the cat­walk in dresses and women in suits. A good look for a Gen Z idol.

With the brand

Notably, the brand­ing on this al­bum and its tour art­work is con­sis­tent with this new look Styles. The al­bum cover fea­tures Styles i n white cus­tom- made Gucci bell bot­toms and a Pep­to Bismol-pink shirt, open al­most to the waist, shot by mod-goth Tim Walker with a fish­eye lens (it is Walker’s hand in that S&M glove you can see in the left-hand cor­ner). In the dreamy video for Lights Up he wears a glit­tery suit and sus­penders, in a sort of hal­lu­ci­na­tory ver­sion of Satur­day Night Fever. Into it.

Stand up

Then there’s his voice — not the mu­sic, but the ac­tivism. Even as one-fifth of a boy­band manufac­tured by Cow­ell’s al­go­rithm, he was quick, quippy and itch­ing to go off-mes­sage; but now that he con­trols his own, he is am­pli­fy­ing causes such as Black Lives Mat­ter and End Gun Violence. He wore stick­ers for both on his gui­tar on his last tour, which might sound small, except that photographs of Styles gal­lop around the dig­i­tal world at hy­per­speed. At con­certs, he has waved pride, bi and trans flags, and a Black Lives Mat­ter flag. He once bor­rowed a flag from an au­di­ence mem­ber at a show in Philadel­phia that read, “Make Amer­ica Gay Again”. At a show on his last tour, he de­clared: “If you are black, if you are white, if you are gay, if you are straight, if you are trans­gen­der — who­ever you are, who­ever you want to be, I sup­port you.”

A vo­cal, en­gaged fan­dom of teenage girls minted his mul­ti­mil­lion-pound for­tune; he is loyal and ad­mir­ing of their zeal. “They’re the most hon­est — es­pe­cially if you’re talk­ing about teenage girls, but older as well,” he told Rolling Stone this sum­mer. “They have that bull­shit de­tec­tor. We’re so past that dumb out­dated nar­ra­tive of ‘Oh, these peo­ple are girls, so they don’t know what they’re talk­ing about.’ They’re the ones who know what they’re talk­ing about. They’re the peo­ple who lis­ten ob­ses­sively. They f***ing own this shit. They’re run­ning it.” Ob­vi­ously, he’s a fem­i­nist. “Of course men and women should be equal. I don’t want credit for be­ing a fem­i­nist. I think the ideals of fem­i­nism are pretty straight­for­ward.” An icon is born.

[angelaiswriting]

The Assistant (2 of ?) | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

[original picture: pinterest + no new banner today bc i don’t want to risk to spend the rest of the day analyzing these two hands haha]

✏️ Pairings: (eventual) Vladimir Ranskahov x fem!reader | Anatoly Ranskahov x OC (Paulina) | probably other pairings

✏️ Requested by @kellydixon01 : Y/N–hacker, big mouth, even bigger attitude–is the new addition to Fisk’s team. Sent to help the Ranskahovs, she immediately gets on Vladimir’s nerves. But as time passes, they start to take a liking to each other, even if none of them is willing to admit their feelings. Yet.

✏️ A/N: I wanted to post this before lunch, but I got carried away but Vlad’s tattoos HAHA I’m a fucking Master Procrastinator (but it could be useful for the story, who knows. If I find the pics I was referring to last night, I might even research them all bc as of now all we have are dark photos since Daredevil is what it is...)

✏️ Warnings: none that I can think of tbh

✏️ Word-count: 2,823

REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛

<< chapter one <<

CHAPTER TWO: UNPLEASANT NEWS

Weirdly enough, the meeting was going to be held in a new location, one that had been kept a secret until an hour before its beginning. Commonly enough, though, the location was another building still in construction and owned by Fisk’s company, for he wanted to be sure to be on safe ground. No police, no complications. He wanted one clean operation so as to not blow up his cover.

It wasn’t going to happen anyway, the Ranskahov brothers reasoned. They cared about their money and their traffics and even though they weren’t exactly that excited to be working with Gao and the Yakuza, they weren’t going to complain. As long as money poured into their pockets, they were fine.

What they weren’t fine with, was a spy.

What had previously been a simple rumor had later turned out to be, in fact, the truth. The girl Wesley was going to bring along was a hacker–hence, in Vladimir and Anatoly’s dictionaries, a fucking spy.

Why did that girl have to be there, none of them had a clue. Was it because of the failed shipment two months ago? It couldn’t be: they had had three other meetings with Fisk’s man and the problem hadn’t been brought up. It hadn’t even been addressed because it hadn’t been their fault.

And yet, the real question was: where the fuck were the Asians? Their absence felt weird, a stinging aftertaste at the back of their throats. They had always been present because they were part of the deal and part of the business. They dealt with drugs and the Russians with weapons and human beings. They were symbionts: they worked together because they benefited from the others’ work.

Unless, of course, this was Fisk’s way of removing them from the chessboard. He acted like its king, he felt as though he was its king: what was going to stop him from killing off the Russian side of the traffic?

Vladimir gritted his teeth, the smoke of the cigarette finding its way out from his flaring nostrils. The fingers that held the cigarette trembled, but not in fear. He wasn’t at ease, he didn’t like to stand and wait in an unknown place, unaware of its emergency exits and hiding corners. Unlike his older brother, much more composed, he felt like a caged animal. He could smell the people on the other side of the bars, even though he could barely see them, and the more he waited, the more that cage shrank in size.

It was almost like being six again when he had been trapped in that damn elevator that never worked like it should have. He had grown up in an old building–old, and dark, and stinky. He saw shadows everywhere, even if he wanted to show a brave façade in front of his brother and father. After all, Vladimir Ranskahov was no pussy. The truth was, though, that he had been terrified by that creepy junkie that lived down the corridor, or by the man that, two doors from his own, yelled at any given moment. And so, he never took the stairs. Hopping from one foot to the other, he always jumped into the elevator, forced its doors closed so as to not let anyone else inside, and punched the button that would bring him up to the sixth floor. It was always an endless ascent: that metal box smelled like cat piss and the neon light above his head flickered and threatened to switch off. He had felt a jerk, that day, and he had bumped his head against one of the four walls but hadn’t immediately realized what had happened. It had taken him a couple of minutes, for it was weird that the doors hadn’t opened yet. And so he had understood and pressed the button with the yellow bell, hoping and praying that someone would come.

It had almost been like being in a movie: the hot guy and the hot girl ended up in the same elevator, which would soon break, and they’d end up kissing and touching. But he was not a hot guy and there was no hot girl and he had felt an invisible fist squeezing the air out of his lungs, leaving him breathless as his mind worked at the speed of light.

It had been the longest four minutes of his life before the doors finally opened and the building’s technician welcomed him onto the corridor.

Even now, as he paced back and forth on the ugly and bare cement floor, inhaling the smoke of his cigarette as though it was pure-quality air, he felt confined inside the four walls of that elevator, locked in there like a sardine in its can.

He wasn’t good at this. The only thing he was capable of doing when he felt trapped was fighting. He fought with kicks and fists, he bared his teeth like a wild animal, he turned into the beast he had been back–don’t go there–back there. And it didn’t matter that that place was just that–a place–nor that he tried his best to pretend it didn’t have a name, because deep down, in the deepest part of his mind, it still had–Utkin.

Fuck, no.

“Where is that fucking doormat?” Those words were a canine growl at the base of his throat, burning with the fumes of his third cigarette in the last fifteen minutes. It scratched his throat with its dusty fingers, it knotted his stomach, it set his brain on fire, slamming it into survival mode.

Anatoly turned towards his brother, more concerned about his compulsive smoking than he was about Wesley’s tardiness. He didn’t like the guy, so he was happy he wasn’t there yet–his lateness also probably meant that the meeting would be cut short because, as he always loved to put it, “he was a busy man”.

He spat to the ground and wasn’t able to stop his head from shaking. Fucking rat. How could someone really expect someone of his caliber to take orders from someone who couldn’t even clean his own ass? His fingernails split the flesh of his palms, but he was too busy worrying about his brother to even notice.

The night before Vladimir had come home late–and Anatoly knew that just because he had asked–ordered–Petya to tail him. He had supposed he still hung out at illegal fights’ rings, but before that day it had only been just that, a supposition. He thought… He had been foolish enough to believe that…

What do you do when you find out someone you love is still attracted by the wrong people like a magnet? He didn’t know, not anymore; probably he had never even known for sure. Not once did he delude himself into thinking he wasn’t one of ‘the wrong people’ because–damn!–he was, and Vladimir was, too. But he and Paulina had tried to help him endless times–or, better, they had deluded themselves into thinking they could indeed help him, when all he knew was fighting and how to fight and how to win a fight–and they had always failed. Vladimir kept going back to his own special drug and while Tolya had believed he had stopped fighting, Piotr had proved his convictions wrong: Volodya fought and he fought well, he hadn’t lost his skills.

Faced with the news, he thought he had lost his brother.

And even now, as he stared at him, it felt like staring at a stranger. He couldn’t recognize his face, nor his ugly scar, nor his bruised knuckles. He sighed–he hadn’t meant to, so it had probably been his subconscious’ response to the terrible feeling of failure that threatened to drown him.

Right then, Vladimir turned, one eyebrow cocked into a questioning expression, and Anatoly couldn’t understand how he had managed to hear that sound above what he knew had to be the screams of his own thoughts. “I’m going to give the moron five minutes: if he’s not here by then, I’ll leave this fucking place and go home.”

“No Russian here, please.”

The brothers turned into the direction of the voice just to see Wesley walk into the open and half-built space, a young woman trailing behind him with an annoyed smirk on her face.

“No newbies here,” Anatoly retorted, mocking Wesley and throwing his own cigarette to the ground. “She can wait outside, whatever it is.”

“Unfortunately I fear this is not what my boss wants.” The man shrugged his shoulders, almost sorry he couldn’t fulfill Anatoly’s wish, and his words gave the girl the courage she needed to take a few steps forward, to better look at the brothers.

Vladimir groaned. He turned towards the city, visible through the missing windows, just as the night breeze slipped in, blowing the smoke of his cigarette in his face. His eyes closed on reflex even before his brain had the time to send out the order and the man inhaled deeply before reopening his eyes. “Make this quick, we don’t have whole night.” And, unable to help himself, he let a muttered ‘mudak’ slip past his lips.

“This is Y/N.”

Anatoly greeted her with a curt nod of his head, his eyes scanning her whole form. It wasn’t just to take her in, but also to check if there was any visible trace of a weapon poking out from somewhere. Wesley had eventually put his mind at peace, for the Ranskahovs would never leave their guns at home when they went to one of his stupid meetings, but they weren’t going to accept some unknown newbie to be armed in their presence.

“She works for us,” Wesley went on. He had clearly expected some different kind of reaction from the brothers and had been disappointed by its lack.

“We don’t care who works for you,” Vladimir spat, finally turning around and letting his cigarette fall to the ground. “We have our men and your boss has his. We do not care.”

They both hated Fisk’s bootlicker, with his tiny eyes and rectangular glasses and his stupid hair brushed back. He was annoying, he believed himself important when all he was, was a doormat. What role did he have in Fisk’s business? He never got his hands dirty–nor stained with blood. He was just a pawn. And yet, he always presented himself with that stupid expression plastered all over his face, screaming slap the shit out of my eye sockets.

Dick.

“Well, actually…” Wesley’s smirk grew bigger. At its sight, Vlad felt his blood boil through his veins, turn into a furious stream, threatening to blind him. “She will be working with you from now on.”

For a second it was as though time had stopped and dilated. The brothers turned to stare at each other with silent questions passing through their brains and over their eyes, and Anatoly saw Vladimir’s fingers twitch in the attempt to not close his hands in fists. He then watched him swallow–slowly, almost painfully, saliva as thick as blood as it slid down his brother’s throat.

Then, when he least expected it, Vlad let out a cold, robotic laughter. Tolya had feared he’d take his gun and shoot James Wesley between his eyes, yet his reaction chilled him to the bone.

“We will not work with woman,” he declared, nodding in Y/N’s direction. She had been standing there, staring at him with her clever eyes shielded behind her pair of glasses, and he hated her examining stare, almost as though he was some weird animal that needed to be studied. The scar on his face, the one Utkin–fuck–gifted him for his twenty-fifth birthday, burned almost as though he was back there and then, blood still spilling down his face like his mother’s tears. “We have all men we need. She would be useless.”

“Actually-” The girl had tried to speak, but Wesley stopped her with a wave of his hand.

“Our boss,” and he emphasized on the adjective, “was pretty disappointed by your failure, two months ago.”

“He should have spoken up as soon as it happened,” Anatoly cut in, taking a step towards his brother to stop him with his presence from doing anything stupid. “It has not happened ever since,” he smirked, breath coming out loud from his nostrils, head slightly tilting to one side. “How could this girl,” and he stared down at her, his gaze accusatory and mouth set in an annoyed sneer, “help?”

Vladimir chuckled and the sound somehow came out harsher than his previous laughter. It made Anatoly’s hair stand up on their ends and Wesley’s satisfied smirk fade. “Unless she’s good at sucking dick, she’s useless.”

“I know more than you do,” the girl cut in, too tired and annoyed by the Russians’ words. “And I will not trouble myself with your tiny dick, so you might as well find yourself someone else. Maybe you could even resort to your own hand.”

Vlad’s face contorted into a sneer, air coming out boiling and furious from his nose, hands wrapping up into fists. Anatoly had to hold him back, for he knew his brother would smash that girl’s head on the floor if he let him take another step forward.

“Come on, guys, come on.” Wesley had taken a step back, leaving Y/N alone on the front line. “This decision is unnegotiable. Y/N will come to your garage tomorrow morning and my boss expects to not hear one word from you,” he pointed to the Russians, “and not even you, Y/N. Work your problems out without killing each other and you might even earn a reward. She will check your clients, help you with commissions and business and if you let her do, a bigger portion of the business will be waiting for you.”

Anatoly nodded, forcing his brother to turn his back to Wesley and the girl. Unconcerned by the man’s first words upon meeting them that night, he switched to his native language. “I don’t want her with us either,” he confessed, grabbing Vladimir by his arm. “She could be sent to spy or God knows what else. But it’ll do us no good if she hacks into our shit and tells everything about our business to this dog or to their boss. Let’s play their game for a while and see how it goes.”

“It’ll all go to shit, brother!” Vladimir could hardly see straight. That fucking shipment had failed because the Asians had insisted on doing it their way and yet it was them that had to put up with a stupid babysitter. “Whatever she’s been sent here for is not to help us. Where’s Gao? Or the Japanese? This is a fucking trap and this stupid American and his boss only want to sack us, give our part of the deal to someone else and drop us somewhere on the bottom of the Atlantic.”

Toly turned to glance at the girl, who was staring at them both with an annoyed frown settled upon her otherwise sweet features. “Look at her, she looks just as annoyed as we are, though.” As Vladimir turned to make sure his brother’s words reflected the truth as his mirror welcomed him with the ugly reflection of his scar every morning, Anatoly continued with his reasoning. “If she really can hack into our shit, she wouldn’t be sent to work with us.”

“So what? You think she’s not a real hacker?”

Tolya grunted. “What I’m trying to say is, let’s wait and see. If anything goes wrong or is she tries to do something, we can still kill her.”

“Why don’t we do that now? Give me five minutes alone with her and no one will ever find her corpse.”

His brother was so stupid, Tolik thought. How couldn’t he see beyond his nose? Maybe he had left what little brain nature had given him back in Utkin, he reasoned, and that had to be the real reason behind his stupidity. “Why make her work with us if she can end us with her computer?”

Vlad peeked a glance at Y/N one last time before turning to stare at his brother. “Is Ivan sure she’s a hacker?”

Tolik nodded. “We can use her to know things about the people she works for, too.”

“I’m trusting you on this, brother,” Vladimir sighed, finally turning towards Wesley.

The man wasn’t just annoyed, he was pissed but, for once, he chose not to make any remarks about the men’s use of a language he did not understand. “Are you done?” he simply asked.

Anatoly nodded his by-now-throbbing head while his brother grimaced at the presence of the girl he was apparently forced to work with. “I want you at the garage tomorrow morning at five. We hate latecomers.”

>> chapter three >>

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[gleefw-gossip]

Wendy Williams: on the Latest Drama Between the Two?

In the mist of a custody battle and a lawsuit for deformation of character, Santana Lopez has still found the time to get on social media and rant her rage towards Samuel Evans. The star took to her Facebook page and said: 

“When did wives start helping husbands get rid of baby mama’s/side chicks? Do we no longer go after our men? I am just curious. If you are always there to help him clean up his mess you must have been a clean up woman this entire time? Penny for your thoughts?”

This post caused a immediate response from Mercedes Evans via Twitter saying:   

"All that gossip in 10 years, stop it." -Beyonce” 

Later the reality star added: 

“What baby mother and what side chick because you were and are neither? Lol. The lie detector test determined that was a LIE.”

Evans responds undoubtedly caused a back to back response from Lopez on Twitter saying: 

“Girl bye!” “Your man is for everybody and if I were you I’d stop defending his actions and make him pay for them.” “For years bitches been saying the same thing about your man, all of us can’t be lying. #Foolish” “But I guess birds of a feather flock together because you ain’t squeaky clean either.” “He the T.I to your Tiny bitch. #TryAgain”  

Lopez then posted a side by side, before and after picture of Evans on her Twitter page adding the caption: 

“stay in your lane”

Evans’ didn’t respond to Lopez immediately, in fact she allowed a whole day to go by before she posted on her Instagram page this photo of Lopez, caption reading: 

“#mood”

The picture started a lot of controversy when fans attacked Lopez via social media about her altered appearance. Fans bashed her for fat shaming Mercedes on her fluctuated weight over the years. And told her even with Evans’ plastic surgery she still looks good. Emojis such as: the corn and snake,

“🌽 🐍”

were commented on Lopez’s Instagram before Evans posted another picture of of cast mate Tasha Wells with the caption: 

“In the studio with this chick, about to drop a petty diss! @thetw #TashaHasWhoopedMyAssInSpades3Times

And Evans’ did just that, she and Wells dropped a dis track Wells wrote for Mercedes. And when asked why would she get involved in the feud between the two Wells replied: 

“Because I don’t like that bitch.”

The lyrics to this said dis is as shown below: 

[Tasha] I don’t need no, frauds I don’t need no, drama when you call I don’t need no, fake Soon as I wake up keep an eye out for the snakes, yeah ‘Cause I don’t need no, fraud I don’t need no, drama when you call I don’t need no, lies Pick a side, pick a side I took the price, and lift that bitch up I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up I took the price, and lift that bitch up I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up

[Mercedes] Aye yo, throw your wrist-es up, all my bitches up These niggas is pussier than what? All them dicks is up All my real niggas down to ride, throw your GSXRs up I ain’t in the projects, but all my bricks is up, rrrr You can’t be Pablo if your work ain’t sellin’ What the fuck is this bitch inhalin’? I would’ve helped you out that pit you fell in I am the generous Queen! Ask Ms. Ellen Tried to drop “Another One”, you was itchin’ to scrap You exposed your ghostwriter, now you wish it was scrapped Heard your pussy on “Yuck,” I guess you needed a Pap What type of bum bitch shoot don’t choose a friend over a rack rat? What type of mother leave her one son over a stack? Lil Boogie down basic bitch thinkin’ she back Back to back, oh you mean, back to wack? “Back to Back”? Me an Drizzy Tasha laughed at that They say numbers don’t matter but when they discussin’ the kings They turn around and say Lebron ain’t got 6 rings I never signed a 360, bitch you wild dumb That’s why Jay ain’t clear his verse for your album Sheneneh, you a fraud committin’ perjury I got before and after pictures of your surgery Rah took you to her doc, but you don’t look like Rah Left the operating table, still look like “nah” [Tasha]

'Cause I don’t need no, frauds I don’t need no, drama when you call I don’t need no, lies Pick a side, pick a side I took the price, and lift that bitch up I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up

The lyrics are self explanatory if you’ve been following the story but all in all Mercedes’ asked why would Santana choose rats over their possible friendship, why didn’t she step to her like a woman because she could have helped her, and why is she choosing money over her only son? She goes to talk about how Lopez’s music career sucks and how JayZ wouldn’t clear his rap verses for one of her albums. She tells her she has pictures of her before and after surgery which goes back to her post of Lopez on Instagram with the caption “#mood”. 

Evans later posted a Instagram photo after a day of silence from Lopez following the dis that stated: 

“Bless her heart she throwing shots but every line sucks. #WatchThis”

After this post media broke out with stories about Evans’ spin-off, her 10 million deal with Vh1, and how the dis is actually circulating throughout Itunes. I guess she won? And ain’t losing no money. 

Lopez hasn’t said much since starting the feud, as always Evans’ has ended the proceedings before they could even really get started. Lopez was invited to an event this upcoming April, she turned it down when notified that Evans’ will be attending the same event. It’s still clap back season for Evans’ we see. 

What do y’all think about the drama? Who won this fight? 

[the-firebird69]

No kidding it's called misappropriation and diverting funds

It's Unconstitutional and is a violation of the Constitution

It's a violation of national security reference many laws regarding funding of military during wartime. We are still at war w terrorists per the act

It's dirty pool as well as Trump says sets them up to fall... Hecwas recorded last week saying out loud about the border patrol and USA mil. Posted there it "lowers thier guard" Trump said and continued signing the order to divert funds openly admitting his high crime while signing

Nobody noted it, but we did.

He and those around him are up on treason charges are to be apprehended upon site.

We have two of them know which ones? Sat near him at lunch munching on his bones as they say the other was in the bathroom bothering him like idiots.

We pulled them over in a cop car he got out and approached us we drew ordered him onto the ground. Bystanders clapped as they saw him annoy me so many times.

They fell for it he muttered

In captivity he exclaimed victory so many times he wouldn't stop. We hit him each time he just kept saying it you hit us we win.

We asked what his problem is

He muttered this he always denies me everything I have to show him

He said this I'm not a spoiled little bitch just bothering him I'm a big fat pussy to be fd.

We rot we suck we breath we blow

You suck at it so badly we HV to kill you all the time

We try just not around him

We are here due to him beating your body duevto him survived duevto him duevto your actions demeanor behavior that affect him he tells uscwevact

He says we're not old enough to know better

We told him "your here because you are annoying him too much and your plan is ruined and yet you continue to harp on him regardless without any consideration to your plan as if your obsolute idiots"

He says " I'm not an idiot you are for having me here"

We play back his memories, he has a lot of you telling him to f off and him thinking oh this one. You saying no your obscene him fluffing it off

He then says ok so I didn't care still don't we stuck a knife in him

He cared

Then pulled it out blood all over duevto lots of milk

He winced I want my lawyer we laughed so loud it was funny

He cringed I tell you what you knife mevto death now I'll pay you

We said ok why are you such losers.

He said "to distract you, cause confusion attention and damage to force a war"

We showed him us destroying his city and surrounding

He said he got the report and many more

Said oh poop that's what we do

You sit there asking for it

He bent over said he doesn't care his woman drives him nuts about him

Tries donkey Kong 24 7 we say so they all do

Your so susceptible

He fails to see the point then gets irate, you have me on camera. Falls asleep.

We get him up several times he finally says this he acts lk a little girl and walks around lk a king so we poke him all day. Nothing comes out

We hear this later oh he says it

Then stops. Says I'm through we say yes you are

He flips over won't talk we start buzzing in his ear and annoying him. We torture you now for a year then your dead

He looks up and says what day is it we say Sunday or Monday he laughs good. 357 more we said nope 365 then smiled he found it.

We fig out they want to rob u of sleep. We want him up. To CK on him

Then he stops. Why.

We do an action on your turds, blow them up. Here too. Ok loser. We have real answers so do you... No you annoy him we grab you blow up your stuff

Pussy is what Justin is. Lays open talks a lot asks to be nabbed ppl do. He gets them back by grabbing Intel we got f up both houses with it thank you justin

We say this he has been waiting for this day as your very very annoying to us all started blasting your stuff killed billions with us of yours here and you still smirk and smile so we take it all to shut you up. See what you say then

I can't help it she's such a botch

Wevsaidcwecwill thank her she's in the next room hanging

We showed her to him

He blabbed all night we got this here that there. Easy as pie. So you saw you Tricia revealed it

Fine your a jackass for thinking otherwise

Mop ok. Her story is your nice to be w they aren't. It's true they threaten all the time.

Your all losers won't shut up and suck as mates. We kill you as you suck so badly and yes your humungous bitches little faggot bitches.

Tricia

She's right your willing to lose your lives money plan only to spit and say stuff to me lk fags

Zues

Atrocious losers don't care don't work drop it all for nothing he's going to win

Tricia

Justin we know we can't help it

You will now we hunt you down your a fag tell them all as one Jen or close to hangs

He would go the other way and play games. You incite pplwho grab you to do damage to you and yours Justin as you do here. Whatcha pill

Tricia

Lori

Asshole kid is what Justin is, his character you see has him locked into being a weak loser

He could care less part of his make up

Wierd as hell they all left him there to tear it all up saw him doing it. Kept him in. Still do. Waiting. Nothing arrives still. Sit back and wait Macs.

Zues

Haha lol I'm gonna go nuts Tricia says

What are ya waiting for Macs a free ride

Tricia

We wait for it to start

Mac

So what he's no fool you fed him as you want to arrest him hide him away now vmcant duevto what you had Biden do

Tricia

We can't see it. No war your opposed

Mac

No stupid we lose lose for real

Tricia

We don't care ok

Mac

So we look it's always the same usually is nothing. We extract and question and trial and data. They are just smugost of the time

Here is why we hate you you pressured him so much he became massive and is right to, we didn't notice the size of your nuke program failed to see the svmcope he came in bang blasted it opened started in killed half of you globally and you accept it like a stuffed tutkey

You want out or what mac

Thor

We want in but can't say ut

Mac

Bull you don't have real intel

Thor

Fine we suck

Mac why are you so angry your huge

You threaten our ppl all our lives take take now ruined cities ruined the land and threats to blow up Earth that usually have no demands thatscwhat

It gets you all killed

Thor

We didn't know that we threaten for stuff. We don't know why it won't work

Mac

We do your administration rats to threaten ratted on all of you like Justin the moron. He took Jen hanging as a gift and we heard him say it his woman dead.

We laughed out loud for hours when he said it he said we we're dead for laughing and said it to him we cut his liver out. He stopped talking to us badly.

Then we laughed whtsa matter cat got your tongue he said are you cat to the dead girl she didn't speak. Dead asca doornail.

He laughed sheceontvtalk to me as usual

Fell asleep woke up in agony his liver needed for dmfuel. Kept him that way. Still HV him there.

He dies in 364 days to the t.

Thor

[usuallyrics-blog]

Connect The Dots

New Lyrics has been published on usuallyrics.com https://usuallyrics.com/lyrics/connect-the-dots/

Connect The Dots

(feat. Yo Gotti & Rick Ross)

[Meek Mill:] Yeah, gang Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang Ayy

Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch (okay) 32 deep so it don’t matter who you get (no way) All my niggas hittin’, it don’t matter who you with (okay) We gon’ whack you if you tellin’, it don’t matter if you snitch You done told on your homie, you a pussy (you a pussy) In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies (cookin’ work) Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it) Bending through that Bentley truck, they couldn’t miss me Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that nigga wanna kill me (oh man) Yeah, bitch I’m talking fifty If I stand up on my money they can’t never overlook me White come straight from cross the border, you can never overcook it This that raw, this that raw, bitch I ball like Chris Paul I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon’ blame that shit on y’all Homie said that he a blood, we gon’ paint that shit on dog Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon’ hang it on the wall All my shooters trained to go, they’ve been waitin’ on my call They’ve been waitin’ on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off To knock you off, brrr

Connect the dots Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Yo Gotti:] Let’s talk about the trap, let’s talk about the streets (What’s up) You looked up to Jordan we looked up to Meech (Meech) Clean a nigga block, leave that bitch bleached (brrr) Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah) What type of boss is you, you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco) Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll) Drop Rolls Royce, that’s a don nigga (don nigga) I got pocket seats, them bitches orange, nigga (Hermes) We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it transform (transform) Yeah, you been misinformed Think you can disrespect the king and hate don’t come with harm Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm Milly Rockin’ in the kitchen, tryna make it form (fuck it up, fuck it up) My religion get this money, Christian or Islam And my tradition send the money soon they said it’s bond And my lifestyle, don’t leave your house without your fucking gun The goal to leave the hood but not forget where you from

[Meek Mill:] Connect the dots Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Rick Ross:] All about the timing and I’m feeling so correct Got all these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check We always styling so my niggas fresh to death No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist Get out the projects, that’s the first one on the list (mama) Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is shit (mama) We impeaching niggas, then we hit them with the bliff Speaking in silence, it’s okay to talk in code It’s still lil’ booty boys, and gotta shout the zoes We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes I got the don setted on D’s and the lows Still fly commercial but I don’t do TV shows Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role You seein’ money, what you know, you see the most Versace diners at a Donatella toast Black in a ‘Vetty, got IG out, watchin’ post They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce Who you fadin’, pussy boy, go get a body bag Renzel records, with your Tina Turner contracts Still war ready, never run with rats Once again, the dope boys running rap

[Meek Mill:] Connect the dots Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, ho!

Who is Meek Mill

Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.