#anyway happy birthday to ralph

[stars4ruby]

happy birthday ralph macchio!!!!

🥳

[64-jungle-planks]

Happy 129th birthday to Ralph Capone!

(I didn’t expect this to be my first post of the year, so far 2023 has gotten me pretty burned out with school :p. Look out for an updated ref sheet tho and some NATM2 OC lore soon!)

129 years ago on January 12, 1894, Ralph was born in Angri, Campania, Kingdom of Italy. When he was 17 months old (a year and five months), he, his mom, his dad, and three-year-old Vincenzo (Jimmy) came to America on the Werra in June 1895.

He started playing baseball with his younger brother Al with a team called the Algerians when he was 18 and Al was (I think) 13. Ralph a pitcher and Al was a right-handed first baseman. They weren’t very good at the beginning but, with a lot of practice and some time, they started to get really good. Al started to pitch and Ralph took first or third.

Ralph got married to Filomena (Florence) Muscato at 21 on September 24, 1915. They then had a son together, Ralph Gabriel Capone Jr., in 1917. When Ralph movies to Chicago in 1920, his wife didn’t want to move so he brought Ralphie with him. There, Ralphie was raised by Ralph’s mom (Ralphie’s Grandmother) as her youngest son.

On the Chicago Crime Commission Public Enemies list, Ralph was listed as #3, while his brother, Al, was listed as #1. This is Ralph’s arrest records:

After being arrested in February 1928, he listed occupation as Horse Owner. In February 1930, he owned a horse named Charm: whose rider was JW Rrye.

[oneforthemunny]

evieee i’m feeling soft and mushy and i had a thought... what was the eddies’ “oh. OH.” moment, like the exact moment they realized that reader was it for them and they actually wanted to marry reader :') i mean i know some eddies are not into the idea of marriage but that’s fine! but what about the others :') (also ily MWA)

omg this is so cute (ily2 mwahhh!)

so older!eddie you can actually read his because it’s the moment in don’t be cruel where they’re both with brielle and reader is just so happy and getting along with her and they’re actually getting along. that’s the first time he’s like yes i could marry her, i want to spend the rest of my life with her.

mafia!eddie it’s definitely after one of his more vulnerable moments. maybe after a particularly draining day when he lets the mask fall, so to say, and is open about how emotionally draining what he does is. the way she validates it and listens, tells him she doesn’t think less and just stands by him and supports. he’s looking at rings that next day.

boxer!eddie there’s an angst blurb with him about how he’s using steroids (found in vivis writing challenge masterlist) and the aftermath of that, when he sees how much she really cares and how passionate she is about him and his health and career. that’s really when he’s like, “damn. she does love me. and i really want to be with her forever.”

dom!eddie’s is definitely super simple and sweet, pretty early on too. they’re out listening to a band play somewhere, and she’s just all over him- very publically and unashamed. it’s not her usual scene but she goes for eddie. they’re both a little tipsy and he’s just absolutely love struck. feels like he wants to do everything and anything with her.

cowboy!eddie it would be the first time she came to one of his competitions. he told her not to come, didn’t want her to travel and move things around just for him, but she did anyways. didn’t tell him, just showed up and surprised him. it really meant a lot, and he’d tell her that much later, because normally he’d just say not to come bc no one ever showed up even if he asked. a defense mechanism for him really. so when she did it just meant the world to him and he wanted her to show up for everything for the rest of his life.

rockstar!eddie it was in nantucket. set after dark shadows when they take their trip to the summer house on the east coast. there was feelings there before with both of them, but they were still trying to fight them and hide them but this is where things change and they decide to try and date. but a specific moment would be during the fourth of july. there’s a firework show on the docks, eddie stands out from all the others clad in ralph lauren and linens and nb couldn’t love it more (such a stark contrast from the first meeting lol). it’s really mundane and something just flips and all eddies feelings come out and he’s just like ok i want to be with her.

janitor!eddie’s is really early on, really cutesy and simple. shortly after they start dating. his birthday, the first they celebrate together. she goes all out, gets steve’s help in planning a party at the hideout with all his friends. “even tried to reserve a room, munson. like we have a fuckin’ private room.” the owner cackled and told him. she got his favorite cake, even a gift, and he was so overwhelmed with affection and love and just was in love.

hockey!eddie it was pretty early on honestly. during the start of the season, their first together. he’s bummed because he’s out of town for halloween, his favorite holiday, and won’t get to celebrate. she flies out and surprises him, books a stay at a hotel for the holiday as a long weekend and the two go out. brings a costume (a special festive lingerie too for later) and they go out after eddie’s game to a bar that’s celebrating the holiday, they come back and spend the next day watching the halloween movie marathon on tv, splitting a bag of candy. just so casual and sweet, but eddie is head over heels.

modern!eddie, i mean he’s in love from the first moment lol but honestly, when she’s vulnerable with him. when she’s soft and shows a side of herself to him that feels so personal and special to see. he feels just overwhelmed and special to get to see it and is in love.

bouncer!eddie it’s so dumb but it’s true i’m sorry, and it’s the first time she lets him cum inside lmao. he’s been in love before but like she let him creampie her??? he’s never felt more connected and in love ever. genuinely. he’s so obsessed after that just infatuated.

[c-sharpp]

ONESHOT - Birthday

Ralph was trying to keep his eyes open, same with Piggy and Simon. They had fire watch that night.

Piggy yawned. “No one’s gonna see us anyways- Why bother?”

Ralph sighed. “Because.. Well- You know.. I dont know…”

Simon was petting a lizard he had found earlier. “Well… Maybe Piggys right… We can let the fire go out tonight then relight it in the morning.”

Ralph nodded. “Good plan.” he mumbled, quietly.

Piggy laid on Ralph’s lap. “You okay with th-this?” he asked, shivering a little bit.

Ralph put his jacket ontop of his friend. “There. That should warm you up.”

Piggy smiled gratefully. “Thanks Ralph.”

Simon scooted closer to his friends, bringing the lizard with him.

Simon placed the lizard ontop of Ralph’s head. “Happy Birthday, Ralph.”

Piggy looked up and grinned. “Happy Birthday Ralph”

Ralph covered his face embarrassed. “Yall are the worst… and the best.”

Piggy and Simon grinned. “We know!”

THIS IS THE CUTEST, I LOVE SIMON'S LIZARD!!

[daedelweiss]

Happy birthday big dude!

Anyways question…

I know we aren’t able to see it live…buuuuuut, did anyone grab a quick picture of Ralph putting his fist in his mouth or was Leo able to stop him fully?

sorry, pal. leo won't let me. team medic responsibilities or somethin' like that.

-Raph

AND DON'T YOU DARE TRY IT WHILE I'M NOT LOOKING!!!

-Leo

[lorifragolina]

Here's to you, Mr. Harrington

For: @rindecisions, Rindecision

Well, I'm sorry to wait so much to publish this fic for you but I wanted doing it in my birthday! I hope you enjoy it, it's a silly thing but I like to imagine even a sequel for it! Happy Holidays!

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Eddie Munson/Billy Hagrove; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove (last two both implied)

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 5953

Warnings: Archive Warnings and Potential triggers

Tags: Movie references, Sex in a Church, Break up, Engagement, Secret relationship

Summary:  “Eddie…” whispered Steve, getting nearer to him. “I’m sorry,” Eddie kept saying, tears running between his fingers. Steve took his hands and moved them from his face. Eddie was beautiful. He was his man, his feelings for him weren’t changed, but he knew he wouldn’t change either. “I don’t want to lose you,” whispered Eddie, trying to calm down, moved for the closeness.  “It’s… too late,” whispered Steve in return, most to himself, really. His heart was beating like a drum. “No…” Steve sighed, closing his eyes to run off the mesmerizing sparkles of Eddie’s glance. “You know that things just can’t work. You… you don’t want to stop for me and I need something more”.

Steve Harrington is about to marry. But the love of his life isn't happy with it.

They broke up, but they are bonded to each other despite of it all.

Could they fix things, or it's over forever?

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Read it on Ao3

A little tease under the cut!

When Steve Harrington parked the car in the driveway of the house in Loch Nora, his mother, father and even the maid and the gardener were lined up at the entrance. 

Stella Harrington was wearing a summer large dress in white linen, the blonde hair lazily braided in a cozy hairdo that, anyway, smelled rich.

Steve opened the passenger door and a blonde, tall creature got out of the car; the rope sandals, the off-white dress and even the hairdo matched Steve’ mother.

The girl floated elegantly in the driveway at Steve’s side and graciously greeted his mother, extending her hands to Stella. Steve’s mother pursed his lips, looking furtively at his son's face, but then greeted the girl in return. Steve waited for his family and his fiancee entering the house, then sighed heavily and followed them.

After the big meeting with his family, it was the moment to drop the news with his found family. And while his mother, despite a certain surprise, could accept the girl and the situation, his friends wouldn't be so easy to convince.

All Robin could see when Steve opened the door for the girl in the mall parking lot, was a pale, ethereal East coast beauty, thin arms and thin waist, a bread not too full, just enough, classical features with blonde hair, perfectly messy as the casual wearing required, green eyes and a few freckles on the nose, not too much, not too few. She matched Steve’s Ralph Laurent pale blue polo, and when she leaned his hand on Steve’s, the diamond at her finger ring sparkled unequivocally.

Robin blinked a few times, just trying to focus and understand why the entire scene, apparently perfect, seemed so wrong to her.

“Robin, please meet Helen Miller,” he said. And the perfect name, thought Robin, stretching her hand a little baffled.

“Nice to meet you,” said Helen with a perfect, gracious voice. “Steve talks a lot about you”.

“But he didn’t mention you a single time” answered Robin in a low voice. Helen didn’t notice it, but Steve did and pushed a little Robin, with displeasure.

He introduced her again to Dustin, Max and Lucas; the three were as confused as Robin, but they didn’t say anything, and they all sat at the cafe and waited silently. Steve phoned them with the news, but no one believed it and were waiting for Steve to confirm or retract.

“So, Helen, what do you think of Hawkins?”

Helen lowered graciously his eyelashes, with an accent of a smile.

“We just pass on the interstate. But I see the church on the road… we will go tomorrow to talk with the pastor, right, darling?” She sweetly landed a hand on Steve’s hand.

Steve smiled nervously and nodded. He was distracted staring at the other side of the road , and a guy with a dirty rug in hands was standing in front of the garage, staring at Steve in return.

“We will talk to the pastor and celebrate the wedding on Sunday”.

Just in five days, thought Robin. Steve’s mother managed all the organization, and the girl ordered things from the East Coast and they were waiting for the delivery during those days. The wedding machine was already moving. Robin raised her eyes to the guy in front of the garage too, and sighed. She wasn't sure about all that rush, and that girl was not, even remotely, Steve’s type.

“Steve, darling, be an angel and refuel my car” said sweetly Mrs Harrington when they met at the mall, after greeting the guys, to buy some last things. “Helen and I have to do some errands, right, sweetheart?'' She put a hand on Helen's arm.

“Oh… well, ok,” Steve sighed. He would avoid the gas station but he couldn't explain why to his mother and his fiancee.

“So it’s true, you came back,” said Eddie Munson, the garage employee, while he was refueling the car and had nowhere to run. Steve kept his eyes low and bit his lips.

“And I heard another thing,” Eddie smiled, but his eyes weren’t as cool as his words. Steve kept silent. “So it’s true too? You’ll tie the knot with that elfic girl?”

Steve had to hide a little, silly smile. He put the pump on its side and finally faced Eddie.

“Yes, on Sunday”.

Eddie got nearer, far inside Steve’s personal space. Steve tried to stand still, although nervous.

“So I’m supposed to greet the happy couple,” said Eddie slyly, straightening Steve’s polo collar. Steve pursed his lips, raising his eyes and trying to look Eddie in the eyes, but despite all his efforts, his glance stopped on his lips. “Or should I greet the groom?” whispered Eddie, tucking a hand on Steve’s waist and pulling him dangerously close.

Steve just leaned against him and touched Eddie’s lips; he felt Eddie smiling on his lips, and tore away suddenly.

“No,” he said, pushing Eddie away. “No, I have to go. I have to go!” Steve went back in the car and went away with perhaps a little too much gas.

[townsenddecades]

1302 - Day 1

1302 begins with months of rain. This does not mean, of course, that the family’s daily chores don’t have to be done – they still have to look after the animals and the fields. The only difference now is that they are getting drenched to the bone while doing it.

March brings with it Anna and Edith’s eight birthdays. Plenty old enough to have their own adventures, as far as the girls are concerned. There is a mostly destroyed village by the name of Lüghaven a few hours’ journey away from Tovar. According to their parents, it has been destroyed due to border disputes with the Scots, which they find strange, because after all, their father’s family is from Scotland!

But tales of savage Scottish warriors are not what draws them, particularly Edith, there. No, that honour belongs to the tales of a witch living deep in the woods beyond Lüghaven. She has always been fascinated by the idea of there being more to the world than what they can see, no mather what the Church of the Watcher has to say about it. So one day, while they are out running errands, the girls decide that they should see for themselves whether the rumors are true.

They are full of bravado when they set out from Tovar, but by the time they get beyond the bridge that leads into the ruined village, the sun has begun to go down, and the sky has clouded over again. While Edith is still curious, Anna can feel the chills running down her spine intensify by the second.

“I don’t think we should be here. I’ve heard there are also bandits here.”

“Rubbish. Any bandits would be fools to mess with a witch.” But Edith is looking around anxiously as well. There are so many corners people could hide in here. The half-destroyed buildings are getting eerier the longer she looks at them. She doesn’t want to admit it, but walking deeper into the village doesn’t hold much appeal for her, either.

Still, she holds her head high. “But if you’re so scared, we should go back. Mother and Father will wonder where we are, anyway.”

“You’re scared too!”

“Am not!”

They don’t linger long before turning around and running off. It’s past nightfall when they get home, and they do get a scolding for that, but luckily no punishment.

As the rain goes on, Benedict and Anne worry a bit about what the wetness will do to their crops, but there is nothing much to do but trust in the Watcher and hope for the best. At least being cooped up inside, the family gets to spend a few comfortable evenings together.

WATCHER'S NEWS:

Ralph and Elizabeth Dudley, the Earl and Countess of Petersmarch, are happy to announce the birth of another daughter, Lady Falka Dudley. Both mother and child are alive and healthy.

Prev: 1301, Day 4 <---> Next: 1302, Day 2

[macchiopoooks]

Birthday

okay listen i know im 3 days late but lets just ignore that cause exam season really dragged my ass this week. anyways so basically a quick summary of my birthday was that only like 4 people wished me a happy birthday and that includes family members (not direct family members ) but anyways IT DOESNT MATTER CAUSE JUDIE POSTED FOR MY BIRTHDAY YAYAYAYA. im trynna remind my grandma that its my birthday for the cha ching cause she doesnt know. im getting a projector for my birthday AND THE RALPH MACCHIO BOOK YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA. tweeting and drinking raspberry juice rn

[scottyxkulkari]

[cis male and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [SCOTT KULKARI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [RAYMOND ABLACK]. You must be the [THIRTY SIX] year old [HANDYMAN]. Word is you’re [ADAPTABLE] but can also be a bit [PESSIMISTIC] and your favorite song is [HELLS BELLS AND AC/DC]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

INFORMATION:

fullname. scott kulkari.

nicknames. scotty.

gender. cis male

pronouns. he / him

d.o.b. november 13th, 1987 | ( 36 years old )

astrology. scorpio ☀ cancer ☾  libra ↑

birth place. trenton, new jersey, usa.

hometown. multiple locations, new jersey, usa.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. handyman.

religion. not religious.

tattoos. scorpion on his right thigh ( reference pic ).

piercings. none.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. heterosexual.

family. unknown, lukas park eric kang ( foster brother ).

children. none that he knows of.

CHARACTER INSPO:

luke danes ( gilmore girls ), logan ( xmen ), wreck it ralph ( wreck it ralph ), nick miller ( new girl ), frank castle ( punisher ), bellamy blake ( the 100 ), joel miller ( the last of us ).

PERSONALITY:

+ adaptable, loyal, conscientious. - pedantic, questioning, detached.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: abandonment, death, cheating ) 

Where exactly Scotty Kulkari came from is mostly a mystery. Abandoned out the front of the New Jersey State Hospital as a newborn, all he has ever known is the system. Jumping from foster home to foster home for all of his childhood, Scott learned very quickly that people are mostly not to be trusted. Running away, starting fights, whatever he could to get through until he was old enough to be on his own. Deep down, he was always on the search for the family he never knew, but on the surface, he was simply the bane of his social worker's existence.

Around his fifteenth birthday, Scott was placed in the home of the Park family. A picture perfect suburban family with two child of their own, Scotty could never understand why they were opening their doors to the riffraff. At first it was an adjustment from the houses he usually stayed at. They welcomed him with open arms and every intention of him to stay. His usual antics of running away, keeping himself and being generally hostile weren't enough to deter the Parks, eventually wearing down his defences. He especially bonded with the eldest Park child, Lukas. A few years older than himself, Scott finally had someone to look up to. While the two were entirely different, their bond was strong and slowly, Scott felt like he had a family.

While he did age out of the system, Scotty stayed close to the family while setting out to do what he always wanted. Build a life for himself. He was never going to go to college, knowing that a GED was more than enough study for himself. More a tactical learner, he started a trade. It was easy to get steady work and his mind liked to dissect the issue, remedy the problem. Uncovering the mystery of why things worked the way they did was his happy place. Life was solitary, easy to move from place to place which was all he had ever known anyway.

It was a dark day in Montana, Colorado when Scotty recieved a call from his foster sister to say that Lukas had been involved in a fatal shooting. The closest thing to a brother he had ever had, Scotty was distraught. The Parks were even worse, the patriarch of the family inconsolable so he did what anyone would do in that situation would do. He moved back to New Jersey to look after the family, stepping into the shoes that Lukas had now left empty.

As the years progressed and life moved on, Scotty realised that he couldn't stay in New Jersey for the rest of his life and migrated towards Los Angeles. A blue collared shadow of a man in the city of angels would not seem like an ideal choice, but he enjoyed the quickness of the city. The sheer volume of people was enough to get lost in, plus he loved the nature more than anything. It was here where he met his ex-girlfriend. The first girl he ever truly loved and the person he was building his life around. In a moment of hope, Scott thought he'd finally found what he was looking for. Someone to build a family with. All it took was him coming from early from a work trip to find out that she'd been hooking up with her ex the whole time they were together. Scott wasn't the type to stick around.

He left Los Angeles like a ghost in the night, moving down to Texas. On a nightly scroll of Instagram, Scotty could have sworn he saw a candid picture of Lukas on some random artists feed. He wasn't much of an investigator, but he uncovered that this woman lived in Aurora Bay and it was enough for him to drop his hated LA lifestyle and head to the coast, needing a change of pace regardless. Maybe it was nothing, but something in his gut felt like it was too much of a coincidence. So now he's here to uncover the truth.

[macchiopooks]

Birthday

okay listen i know im 3 days late but lets just ignore that cause exam season really dragged my ass this week . anyways so basically a quick summary of my birthday was that only like 4 people wished me a happy birthday and that includes family members (not direct family members ) but anyways IT DOESNT MATTER CAUSE JUDIE POSTED FOR MY BIRTHDAY YAYAYAYA. im trynna remind my grandma that its my birthday for the cha ching cause she doesnt know . im gettting a projector for my birthday AND THE RALPH MACCHIO BOOK YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA. tweeting and drinking raspberry juice rn

[agere-agender]

ONE SHOT- birthday

Ralph was trying to keep his eyes open, same with Piggy and Simon. They had fire watch that night.

Piggy yawned. “No one’s gonna see us anyways- Why bother?”

Ralph sighed. “Because.. Well- You know.. I dont know…”

Simon was petting a lizard he had found earlier. “Well… Maybe Piggys right… We can let the fire go out tonight then relight it in the morning.”

Ralph nodded. “Good plan.” he mumbled, quietly.

Piggy laid on Ralph’s lap. “You okay with th-this?” he asked, shivering a little bit.

Ralph put his jacket ontop of his friend. “There. That should warm you up.”

Piggy smiled gratefully. “Thanks Ralph.”

Simon scooted closer to his friends, bringing the lizard with him.

Simon placed the lizard ontop of Ralph’s head. “Happy Birthday, Ralph.”

Piggy looked up and grinned. “Happy Birthday Ralph”

Ralph covered his face embarrassed. “Yall are the worst… and the best.”

Piggy and Simon grinned. “We know!”

[angelvyxen]

NEWS BREAK‼️🗞️🚨

-Abortion pill ruling expected from US Supreme Court within hours https://apple.news/AzDpWr_X3QFKhMkvXFi76Kw

-There are even more 2020 election defamation suits beyond the Fox-Dominion case https://apple.news/AY0roK9IGTkOlR2y00hgREg

-Four members of an elite competitive cheerleading team in Texas were shot after one of the athletes reportedly mistakenly tried to get into the wrong car after practice The alleged gunman was arrested. https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1648547405015445505?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-A 20-year-old New York woman was shot and killed by a man after she mistakenly drove up the man’s driveway. The 65-year-old was charged with second-degree murder https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1648159146296979458?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-On secretly recorded audio first reported by the McCurtain Gazette-News, GOP McCurtain County, Okla. officials — including the sheriff — talk about hiring hitmen to assassinate local journalists and complain that Black people now have the right to not be lynched. https://twitter.com/heartlandsignal/status/1648006079815483393?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-Ariana Grande on the leaks of her unreleased music during r.e.m. beauty Q&A: “You’ve stolen all my unreleased music, it’s horrible” https://twitter.com/popbase/status/1648045868392800257?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-Phil Dowdell, who had committed to Jacksonville State University to play wide receiver, was one of the victims shot and killed last night at his sister’s birthday party in Alabama. https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1647669060815974401?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-4 dead, more than 20 injured after a shooting at a Sweet 16 birthday celebration in Alabama https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1647596243361710081?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-5 people shot after a pizza was delivered to the wrong house in Detroit. https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1647001971935809536?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-KANSAS CITY, Missouri (AP) — The 84-year-old white man who shot Ralph Yarl, a Black teen who went to the wrong house, turns himself in to authorities. https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1648392038595829764?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-Hundreds of Staley High School students and staff walked out today in support of their classmate Ralph Yarl https://twitter.com/phil_lewis_/status/1648456407526830080?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-Morgan Freeman says Black History Month and the term ‘African American’ are both insulting says the man who had sex with his step daughter and caused her to k word herself. Completely unrelated Ik but sir please stfu. https://twitter.com/popbase/status/1648037093388718080?s=46&t=6IIfCmFJC09gIma2nDjk2Q

-Morgan Freeman had affair with step-granddaughter: alleged murderer https://nypost.com/2018/04/20/morgan-freeman-had-affair-with-step-granddaughter-alleged-murderer/

And as always that’s all for now…

Ladies! Our weekly news cast is here! 🗣 Thank you as always to our lovely corespondent, News Anon for her work.

- Honestly, fuck the Supreme Court for overturning Roe v Wade. Old people are destroying this country.

- People are still talking about the 2020 election and mind you, it’s about to be time for a new election anyways.

- People do not need to have guns. Everyone who owns a gun is so trigger happy, like?!

- Another shooting. What a surprise. 🤦🏾‍♀️

- I am so serious when I say this; we need to form a group that assassinates certain elected officials. Quickly. Kill them before they kill us.

- This has nothing to do with the news but had Ariana just stopped making music? Like what is she doing?

- WHY ARE PEOPLE STILL ALLOWED TO WALK AROUND WITH FIREARMS?! This is quite literally the 20th shooting since last week.

- Rest In Peace.

- Rest In Peace, again. What is with people and shooting on sight over small errors? Someone knocks on the wrong door, shot. Someone gets in the wrong car, shot. Someone walks on the wrong side of the sidewalk, SHOT?!

- I saw people standing outside Ralph’s house on Twitter. They need to burn that bitch down with him inside. I’m tired of people patient and peaceful with these YTs. Malcom X’s way is the right way.

- That’s nice that his classmates are supporting him.

- Why does he think the term African American is insulting? And what’s wrong with Black History Month? Rest In Peace to his stepdaughter though, but Morgan? Is this a end of life crisis?

- 😀 What?

This weeks news was eventful. A lot of shootings, Morgan Freeman might be a senile creep and the Supreme Court may or may not once again prove to be a bunch of little bitches. God, when will our suffering END?!

[ambivartence]

for mel @njaems 💕

[daisys-gard3n]

bro why do i forget my own ocs birthdays

[bittermuire]

a nightlight and a bottle of wine

recently I’ve really loved nezriel and wanted to write a lil thing for them. this will be two parts, this is the first. modern au

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It’s not like Nesta really knew what she was doing when she moved out. All she knows is that there is a rift between her and Feyre; a scar splitting their shared skin, a wound opening and reopening, never to heal.

And so she’s away. They’ve made their mistakes and let them be. They’ve hurt each other and even tried to love, but sisters love each other too much for love—and so she’s away. The guilt is still there, but farther from her, now. Nesta stirs it into her morning coffee and drinks the sleep, wiping it from beneath her eyes and the lines around her mouth.

Every so often Cassian will text her, inviting her out to dinner or to a work party, and Nesta resists the urge to throttle him. He’s a very smart, thirty-five year old man. He should know what cutting off someone means.

(He knows, of course he knows. She guesses he just thinks it doesn’t apply to him.)

His roguish charm, his smirk, his low voice, all inviting her to one thing—sex—was beginning to exhaust her. It’s a surprising relief to be away from him. She feels like she can wear tank tops and let her hair down and go out without a bra, relieved he won’t be there to stare.

(Was she really so afraid of him?)

So Nesta lives her life and drinks her coffee, wears her tank tops and sleeps in her underwear, finally a woman in the way she’s always wanted to be; she feels discrete from the rest of the world but in a near comforting way. She has no one to disappoint, no one to miss. Her world is confined to very few people and her mind allows for one.

•

But there are things that trip her up. Remaining ties.

One such: the nightlight clipped to her bed. It’s cheap, a gaudy silver. She’s sure Azriel bought it for no more than two dollars.

But she uses it every night.

(This trips her up.)

It’s a routine she’s given to herself, written into the margins of her life; she climbs into bed, smooths the blankets over her legs, grabs her book, opens it on her lap, then twists and switches on the light. It illuminates the page with a pretty, golden sun. She uses it religiously. She thinks that if she lost it, some intrinsic part of her might be lost as well, and this frightens her.

Remaining ties should be snipped. These last threads should be spooled up, put away, hidden in the bottom drawer.

She switches it on anyway, watches the light trace the letters.

(Sometimes she thinks she is the black stamp of letters. The utter bleakness of them on the smooth page. Sometimes she thinks she is what ruins the paper. She is what ruined the paper. There’s a reason she is here and they are there.)

•

November 19th.

Happy birthday to me.

She buys a cake from the supermarket and blows out the candle.

There’s a knock at the door, late at night. Not thinking to check, she goes to open it, and there stands Azriel, still in the doorway, bottle of wine in hand.

“Happy birthday,” he says bluntly.

She lets him in for some reason she still doesn’t understand, and they end up drinking a glass together. It’s from Cassian, the wine—his favorite. Azriel tells her that Cassian didn’t think she’d take it from him.

“So he asked you,” she says.

He smiles. “Because you like me.”

1:00 AM, and they’re still drinking. They barely talk. They just sit; they sit on the kitchen stools, then the rickety chairs, then the floor, then the couch, then back to the floor. His cheeks are pink, his words slurred.

“Why’d you come?” she asks, peering down at where he lays, splayed out, on the carpet.

(He’s not the kind for favors, she knows that.)

Opening his eyes, he fixes his gaze on her. He smiles sleepily.

“Happy birthday, Nesta.”

•

She doesn’t really celebrate for the holidays. Her apartment is bare, save a pair of twinkling bells on the kitchen counter, tied with a red ribbon. Sometimes when she’s cooking she’ll give them a little ring.

The letter comes in the mail—from Feyre, clearly put there by her own hand. It’s an invitation to dinner, for the winter solstice. They’re celebrating early this year because they’re going out of town for a few weeks.

(Please don’t feel pressured to come. We were going to leave you be but Az, since he’s so considerate, thought you might appreciate an invite.)

Nesta picks up her phone and texts Feyre a simple no thanks.

•

The next morning, she opens her door to a bottle of wine. Its neck is tied with a cherry red ribbon, and there’s a note—“If you’re ever lonely, give me a call. It’s my favorite.”

She doesn’t need to see who it’s from to know.

She smiles and picks it up, taking it inside.

•

It bites, the loneliness.

She wasn’t prepared for the quiet.

She traded in insults and jabs and sweaty hands at dinner tables for nothing, nothing, nothing. Silence in the shower, silence over breakfast. Over time, it’s begun to grate on her skin, sift between the strands of her hair, and she feels like she’s swimming a meter below the surface, ears clogged, vision blurred.

And slowly, she’s started to cry; she cries when the silence is too loud, when her aloneness is real, when she realizes the ugly truth of it all. She’s alone, she has nobody, she’s alone.

She picks up her phone and dials his number. “Let’s drink your wine.”

A small quiet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“I know, Nesta,” he laughs. “I’ll be there.”

•

They don’t drink at all, actually. She starts crying again the minute she sees his face.

“Nesta?”

•

“I’m fine, really.”

They’re walking down the aisle of the grocery store, weeks later.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m doing better, I am.”

He shrugs. “I don’t care. Pick a flavor. We’ll eat it, we’ll watch a movie.” He looks her up and down, brow creased. “You need two things—no, make that three things.”

She huffs a laugh, sticking her hand into the freezer and pulling out a carton. “What?”

“Sleep, ice cream, and company.” He grins. “And now you’ve got me.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you.”

•

He’s seen her beautiful; he’s seen her ugly. He’s seen her in her rattiest apron with flour crusted into her fingernails. He’s seen her laugh so hard she cries, watched her slam her head into an open cupboard door, driven her to the hospital when she sliced her hand open with a knife. They’re together a lot, she realizes. They’re not halves; they’re one and one, and one and one make two, and they stand as two together on sidewalks, squinting at menus in the windows of restaurants, and they pet dogs in the park (Nesta always asks, because Az gets shy), and they take walks at midnight, and they live their lives contentedly next to each other’s. She starts to wonder if he splits his life into two—into Cassian and Rhys and Mor and Feyre, and into her, the girl who walked away. She’d like to know why he followed her.

Sometimes she’ll catch herself staring. Even before Cassian, she’d thought Azriel was the most beautiful of the three; all graceful, sloping shadows, soft and deep eyes, curling black hair. Her heart doesn’t know what to do anymore. It skips a beat when she sees him, but calms when she’s near him. It races when he leans close, falls to steadiness when he slings his arm over her shoulders. She can’t decide if she loves him like this or loves him like that. He means so much to her, means so many different things, that to give him a singular word wouldn’t fit.

She calls him Azriel, Az, Steve, Steven Shadow, Mr. Shadow, Ralph, Ron, He of the Candied Pecans, You. He responds to all of it. Recently he told her that it wasn’t because of the name, but because of the voice—(of course I don’t know who Ralph is, Nesta, but your voice, it’s your voice you use for me)—and she felt warm for reasons she couldn’t understand.

She shows up unannounced at his apartment when it’s a bad night. He does the same.

•

“Tell me the truth,” she begins, tipsy. “Did you like me before?”

“What?”

“Did you like me before?”

He frowns. “Elaborate.”

“Before you learned I’m a nice person. Back at the townhouse. When I hated everyone and was rude to you.”

“Oh.” He laughs a little. “I always liked you,” he says, and then his face settles into something like sadness. Nesta watches him closely. “I didn’t like… the way you made me feel, though. I’d see you down the hall, tired and everything, a stick of a person, and Rhys would make some joke, and I’d hate him.”

She blinks.

He looks down. “I’d never hated him before.”

There’s a tension between them. It’s common enough to be recognizable, but not enough to be familiar. She’s on edge, unsure.

The silence seeps in.

“And I hated myself, too,” he says. His eyes flick back up to hers.

Her breath catches in her chest. “I hated myself because I didn’t do anything. So I stayed away.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, overwhelmed. Everything is building; everything is quiet. His eyes are deep and dark and swirling. He shakes his head slightly, leaning closer, slowly, slowly, and she sees it all happen—he takes her face in his hands. She can see the stray strand of hair on his forehead, the one eyelash resting by his nose, the mole right above his mouth.

“I watched you fade,” he breathes. “I watched them pull you around.”

She twines one finger into his hair, trying to bring him closer, trying to have him closer. Come here, Azriel. Come with me. Be with me, love me, because I love you.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, because it’s all she can say.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs, and kisses her.

•

“Wait,” he says, reaching up.

“What?”

He touches the nightlight. “You kept this?”

She laughs, curled into his side, and says, “Of course I did.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “They all bought me books. You made it easy to read them.”

—-

@acosfisfeysandpropaganda I finally wrote it!!

[ca-8]

Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.' 

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus. 

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said. 

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him. 

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper. 

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building. 

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her. 

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't. 

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger. 

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder. 

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could. 

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant. 

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile. 

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed. 

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses? 

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.  

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin. 

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him. 

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”. 

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat. 

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand. 

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).” 

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times. 

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place. 

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality. 

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal. 

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath. 

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!” 

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’