#bUT.

[memesandmusicalss]

still not sure how i feel about english 99 luftballons. sorry

[coffindoves]

i will literally read for 6hrs straight & then wonder why i can barely see anything and my glasses prescription is getting worse.

[senseiwu]

Ohhh idk how old he'd be but I just imagined Dick meeting baby Jon,,

[mermaidsirennikita]

Blue-Eyed Devil thoughts about halfway through:

—the lady who told Todd Hardy made her feel like a cheap whore and it was the best night of her life, braver than a US marine

—genuinely heartbreaking, but the way Lisa starts with a near-miss between Hardy and Haven, THEN goes into the trauma, THEN has them reconnect? that is a WRITER! the headiness! the melancholy of what could've been! the rebirth!

—listening to a man erotically describe fossil fuels as he kills the planet, it is what it is

—insane that he compared her eyes to dr. pepper and it worked

—one thing I think this book underscores that I do feel is missing from a lot of more recent contemporaries I've read is... eroticism? like, Hardy wiping the rain from Haven's face and the way they discuss wine and the way she so clearly WANTS him but doesn't know what to do about it...

deeeeply erotic, and I do feel like we've more recently been in kind of... a sea of slot A into tab B in contemporaries, which DOES NOT mean I don't love a fucking crazy explicit sex scene... I do.... Sierra Simone is one of my favorite authors

BUT Sierra Simone also makes sure to get into the psyche of her characters so deeply that there is an eroticism that is separate from the physicality of the sex she writes

and while the sex in these books is not as explicit, it's present, and the eroticism both SERVES the sex scenes and exists SEPARATELY from them

anyway

Hardy Cates I'm a huge fan

[i-am-not-phoenix-wright]

*taps from inside the magatama* hello..? Not sure if you can hear me, it’s pretty crowded in here, but hopefully you can.

Look, I’m not going to question if you’re Mr.Wright or not because as I see it, right now you’re in the defense attorney’s spot so no matter what, your job right now is to defend Miss Packs so take a deep breath and get ready for a battle of wits.

Yeah you messed up forgetting to talk with your defendant but you’re not empty handed. Pay close attention to what each witness says on the stand and look for any contradictions that they might have with the evidence you hold. If something sounds fishy call them out on it! And hey if you have Phoenix’s luck you might have a recess later on to get some answers from her.

That’s all the advice I have for now. When you start your cross examinations that’s when the real battle begins.

Also, you have a old mint in the corner mixed with some pocket lint. Please throw it away when you have the chance thank you.

sigh,,. thanks megatommy or whatever you are.

i’ve got this. I’ve got this! I’ve been through worse.

All that matters now is getting through this trial with my skin and the kid still intact.

also… ew. how long has that been there…?

[arias-diaryy]

I'm surprised you don't want to fuck nosferatu, I think he has a similar appearance to the kny demon you like, bald, ugly and has fangs

I think seeing what that would look like on a real person scared the horny right out of me. Nosferatu’s breathing and the sores on his body and the back of his creepy bald head really put me off.

Now Thomas.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

hashtag on the struggle bus. any mutuals want to proofread a Very Bad episode transcript ?

[coffeebanana]

all i want for five days after christmas is more broken blorbo bones

[we-keep-odd-hours]

Not my little cousin who has only seen Aliens finding out about Near Dark from me and assuming I have a crush on Bill Paxton

[softie-rain]

"How can you think Coryo likes Sej??? Coriolanus always says he hates Sejanus!!!" oh you mean like Katniss did with Peeta in the first book?

[lumarys]

dentist sucks 😞

[localacegoblin]

just saw sonic 3. someone please point me to the nearest vat of acid so i can throw myself in.

[technoregression]

“Please keep sympathising with Batman please he’s good whereas the joker is SO evil please you guys you gotta just keep shining that bat signal ok?”

[franciscrozierofficial]

i have a sultion to your issue, get a shot gun and do what you need to. you can make jopson the third lietutant and erebus is fitzjames's problem.

.....

[bloodsalted]

@qapsiel || just remember. you asked for this. || oh maaan.

Sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding > maybe the rusty nail? :) :) :) :)

routine. fucking joke how that word ricochets in dean's head. a vampire nest was taking out innocent travelers and locals in a neighboring town far too close to home? dean gets reached out to. in turn? he reaches out to sam. they decide that since the bloodsuckers are knocking on their door? they'd go do some knocking back. get them gone. clean up the dark. something they've done countless times day in and day out since they were kids. long before they were popping pimples, they were popping rounds off at these assholes. nothing more than training practice for the bigger guys. nothing more than..

..routine.

til it wasn't.

there's metal where metal isn't supposed to be. deep. where metal, definitely, isn't supposed to be. dean can feel and taste the copper and thick pool of blood at the back of his throat. some slips out from between his lips as he calls. "sammy." cold rushes in. panic. adrenaline. anything his body can do to erase the blinding pain stemming from where he's stuck to the beam? it's speeding into the cracks and tears for numbness to take over. warp speed! overdrive. and not really succeeding. giving it's best shot, though.

"sammy." he hears himself mumbling through his brother polishing off the asshole that sent him flying backwards. terrified eyes meet his. shoulders encased in sam's hands. his brother holds on like he's keeping him grounded. here. whole. dean begs him, in his head and the way his hand braces a forearm weakly, not to pull. he tries to smile away the worry in sam's eyes, his breath, his jerky movements. sam does best to figure out what's wrong looking him over like a mother hen sensing something's just off but not seeing it face to face. yet.

"...messed up. ever zig when ya shoulda zagged? one of those.. a big one." then the sheer horror in hazel eyes once sammy realizes what's off--dean's head just falls forward to rest against his brother's chin. "it's okay, sammy. it's gonna be okay. where's cas..?"

the brothers are murmuring to one another when cas finishes the lingering fanged freak upstairs. 'dean--,' he hears the soft confusion in cas's voice when he drops down from the second floor landing with a solid thud that shakes dean's footing on rotten floorboards. makes him shake and tears sting pained green eyes. fuck it hurts! all of it hurts. '--sam?' cas sounds like he's ready to crawl out of his skin for answers if one isn't given immediately.

his brother's quick to gesture for cas to take over telling him he has to call 911. rather than provide him an immediate answer. thoughts scatter as anxiety and dread settle in. he has to do something! doesn't matter what dean said. he's gonna fix him, fix this. SOMEHOW. sam gestures from a rusty rebar near the ceiling to dean's chest, staring at castiel with a pale face and watery, red eyes. 'don't let him go,' the younger winchester begs. 'don't let him..' die goes unsaid. there's a mess of blood that starts as bubbles at dean's mouth then trickles down his chin to become a steady stream of grotesque dark red. the kind of red that comes from somewhere deep. droplets land on cas's lapel as dean's head rests on the former angel's shoulder.

"i'm sorry, cas. i can't.. i didn't--" this was all supposed to be so routine. he burns from head to toe and feels so damn tired. "love you, cas. 'm sorry." outside, sam's practically yelling into the phone. the hunter's voice rings in dean's ear. far off and distanct. he wishes his brother would just come back... a wobbly hand snags a fistful of the front of cas's shirt. he's not allowed to leave, too. his weight shifts, tears a howl out of lungs that feel like they're wobbling in his chest. slumping against cas, he sucks in a breath that doesn't wanna get swallowed. even that hurts now. "this wasn't s'pposed to happen.." they're happy. he's got a life to leave and he doesn't want to! not now that he has it! desperation. please don't take this from us! not that he knows what it's like to breathe away from the life he never wanted in the first place. god damn figures, doesn't it? some kinda sick joke.. and now he's pissed and scared and his heart's breaking as he looks into the tear-brimmed eyes of the one who loves him the most.

then again. he always did say it was gonna end this way. didn't he..?

just another part of the routine.

[monards]

sorry I was too overwhelmed by excitement to leave a comment. Do you still love me