#badder than the bad boys

[burning-thistles-bt]

"Goodbye to the good life, and to daddy's little girl Gotta ripped dress, and some red nails So completely off the rails Never does anything fun, repeating the days as they come It's a countdown to the day she comes undone There's a girl and she's badder than the bad boys Psychopath, yea she'll play you like a cheap toy There's a girl and she's badder than the bad boys Look at them run, isn't it fun, didn't they tell you She's the baddest of the baddest Got no method to the madness"

Lightningfur vibes 💕

[notesofseptember]

It's a countdown to the day she comes undone

[stolligaseptember]

i'm listening to kings of leon

[phil-gravey-but-not-daily]

Cat!Graves and Dog!Shadow Company Thoughts🐈🐕‍🦺🐕🦮🐩

Cat hybrid!Graves who purrs softly as he rubs against his Dog Hybrid!Shadows after a successful mission, both congratulating his boys, but also making sure that his property/territory is properly marked and scented. He’d rather d!e than let another hybrid try and claim HIS dog pack. Back off Shepherd >:(

Cat!Graves who stays up super late doing work until the early hours of the morning. He gets a little bit louder when he’s working in the late hours and especially when he’s tired. This causes some of the shadows to wake up and they don’t like that. So when woken up, they will often drag Graves back with them to a dog pile, where they will keep him till he falls asleep or the morning arrives

Cat!Graves who’s more touchy and affectionate than before, rubbing against people he likes and is comfortable around, hugs more often and takes an extended hand as invite for a hug, stands closer to others while swinging his tail slowly. 

Cat!Graves who picks up habits from his dog pack. Like perking up at the smell of peanut butter, having an unreasonable hatred for squirrels, yowling whenever a howl is started, or hissing at people behind closed doors and windows, but being sweet as sugar when the door or window is opened

Dog!Shadow Company who discovers that laser pointers work on Graves in the middle of a meeting. They were using the pointer to discuss a mission, when Graves suddenly walks over to the screen with his tail lashing and puts his hands over the dot. After a few moments of silence the Shadow using the pointer moves it to the side to put it away, but Graves follows the pointer, batting at the wall. The room promptly erupts into chaos, the mission forgotten. Shadows are trying to grab the pointer, and Graves is chasing the pointer around the room, occasionally wiggling before he pounces on the dot. Papers are flying, Shadows are barking and yelling, some are trying to grab Graves, others are trying to get the pointer to mess with Graves, and Graves is bouncing off the walls trying to catch the dot which is moving erratically around the room. The chaos eventually stops when the pointer gets dropped during the confusion and breaks. :( 

Cat!Graves who has to make sure that no other shadows are in the room besides the ones he training with before he starts :( Dog!Shadow Company cannot be trusted as a pack around Cat!Graves when he’s training. Their prey drive kicks in when they see such a small pretty kitty like Graves fighting and tangling against larger dogs :(( Of course, Graves can handle 1-2 Shadows who are exponentially larger than him, but an entire pack? The poor commander is instantly covered and surrounded by large hybrids who can’t help but snap their maws at his body :( And all the while all poor Phillip can do is whimper and whine while try and wriggle out of the pile hybrids :((

Cat!Grave who has a bad habit of pushing tall things off tables. Specifically if its on his 

Cat!Graves who HATES being cornered.(physically) He needs space to move around and feel free and he can’t do that in a corner. He will hiss and snarl if someone he doesn’t know corners or traps him. The only people he lets into his space is his dog pack, and most shadows treat that honor with all the respect that they can give. If someone starts to toe the line too much, and Graves starts to get uncomfortable, all it takes is a few air bites in the perpetrator’s direction for them to back off. No one makes their boss uncomfortable on their watch. Of course Graves can take care of himself, but he takes a little longer to voice his concerns, especially after being shut down a lot by shepherd on missions

Cat!Graves who left the Marines because the bigger, ‘badder’ species thought it was funny to grab his ears and tail and pull as hard as they could just to get him yowling and hissing. They would berate him afterwards, scolding him for being so loud and being weak. His superiors didn’t even care. They thought a species as lazy as a cat didn’t belong in the military so, they let it happen and even went out of their way to taunt him theirselves. All of this built up until Graves had had enough, and left the marines to start Shadow company. He overworks himself sometimes just to prove that he isn’t lazy, and he does belong in the military, even though he isn’t around them now

Dog!Shadow Company who has a group chat dedicated to Cat!Graves moments, whether it be a video of him quickly scaling a wall, a photo of him eating those cat food pouches, or a video taken from behind a corner, showing a Shadow petting Graves between the ears and him purring happily. Every new shadow is introduced to it, sworn in secrecy. Graves does not know about it, and never will know about it as long as the Shadows have any say in it. 

Dog!Shadow Company who secretly knows where Cat!Graves is at all times, they have trackers hidden pretty much in all of his gear. It’s not for nefarious purposes or possessiveness (well, maybe a little bit of possessiveness for certain shadows) but instead for emergencies. Bring the leader of a well known PMC makes him a target for organizations trying to make quick money, or to get revenge for missions he’s overseen. So they keep trackers hidden on him in case someone’s looking to take him hostage. (This one has nothing to do with dog or cat hybrids but it feels important)

Dog!Shadow Company who gets EXTREMELY overprotective of Cat!Graves whenever he’s had a rough day. They’re already pretty protective of him in general, but someone outside the company is causing their beloved Commander to feel uncomfortable?? OhhhhhhohoHO! Grab your guns and your tracking skills, cause that bastard is going to DIE tonight if Graves doesn’t find out in time. They feel like they owe it to him to protect him, as he gave them all a place to call home and people to call family. He’s pretty much their father figure at this point, and as such they will protect him at ALL costs

Dog!Shadow Company who is easy for Cat!Graves to distract, either it be with bones or treats, if the pack needs a pick me up after a mission gone wrong, Graves is there to help cheer them up/distract them

[kaihuntrr]

The Scarlet Witch.

There’s a girl and she’s badder than the bad boys, Psychopath. Yeah, she’ll play you like a cheap toy. There’s a girl and she’s badder than the bad boys. Look at them run! Isn’t it fun? Didn’t they tell you?

Happy Halloween! It’ll be a while before you get to meet Pearl in this AU, but it’d be a crime not to post it on the special day itself <3

I cannot wait for you to meet her. <3

(Alternate version/ closeup under the cut!)

Alt. Version with the title text; this’ll be posted on the actual chapter drop!

Aaand a closeup <3

Once arcs one and two are over (around chapter nine’s release) I’ll post the other arc covers separately :>

I’ll see you all in the next update!

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: What a great day!

• Girl this compatibility test kinda made no sense like I’m just answering questions that so obviously correlate to Oakley or Shawn what is the point???😭

• And what guy would that be exactly?…

• Oakley being most compatible with me AHA! y’all are never tearing us apart idgaf😛

• She’s so me like why I’m kinda in love with her.

• Outfit time un!

• Ok um…roaring twenties!

• This is so Emel coded. Aw I kinda miss her a lil.

• That poem chile…Max you gotta go😭😭😭

• Claudia toying with Liam and Max lame asses ughh that’s my muva DOWN.

• Team Shawn and Kyle actually cuz Liam and Max fucking suck omg. Also yes Kyle romancers you’ve converted me a little bit, he’s cute.

• Pushing Liam in the pool wasn’t enough tbh like he needs to drown I’m sorry.

• “I can’t stop thinking about last night” You mean when I kicked you out and slept alone Shawn? Ok.

• Bro this same shit happened last season what the fuck did I need to put on a dress for just to go speak to niggas??? Fusebox will do anything for a bag😭

• Anyways, outfit time deux!

• Werk!

• Great! Now I have to deal with Liam for the rest of the season🙂

• Being forced to bring a boy back is actually so dumb. What is he gonna be there for other than to watch me ride Oakley’s dick constantly?

• As she should! Let’s not act like Theo wouldn’t JUMP at the chance to taste this coochie if I let him, please.

• Me just having the option to leave Shawn behind back at the Villa god I feel so bad. I still did it tho😛

• AHHHHH EXACTLY BOO EXACTLYYYYYY!!!

• PFFFFFFTTTTT BE FOR REAL BRUH🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

• BAD BITCH PARTY OF ONE! BAD BITCH PARTY OF ONE YOUR TABLE IS READY!

• I’m sorry but-

• So glad I get to let Shawn know right away that I’m a girl on a mission and he’s just gonna have to be okay with that.

• Bitch don’t make my girl already have to slide yo ass after being back for three minutes.

• The daybeds chat ughhkdkdksns just give him back to me already like y’all keep playing with me!

• Ok first off, I looooove Hazel already she’s so cutesy and fun and girlypop. Second off, I really don’t give a fuck what happened while I was gone cuz at the end of the day…Sienna is NOT badder than me…like at all.

• Outfit time trois!

• Cheetah print so I can show this ho just how fast I can reclaim my man oh exactly!

• Bea sis I love you but you can’t be mad at Liam for being an ignorant fool when you brought said ignorant fool in here like…

• Ooo wait this different scenario options for different LIs gave me Choices tease for a second…why they can’t do this more often???

• This shit had me giggling and kicking my feet god I love this man.

• Hazel and Hari are lowkey goals I love this.

• LMAOOOOOOO LAME ASS🫵🏽🤣

• Uhhhh Luna don’t be mad just cuz I got the attention of four niggas in here and you only got the attention of one. We may have made up but TRUST I got enough smoke for you and Sienna!

• Everybody just watched Oakley and I share this romantic ass, dramatic ass, chick flick ass kiss but they still gon act like there’s a chance I want somebody else I hate it here.

• Course it was Liam that started the big blow up.

• How dare y’all assume I’d rat my bestie Claudia out omg?

• Them bringing my name up in that argument between Theo and Claudia just for it to not even mean anything…like I said earlier anything for a fucking bag.

• You’re telling me Jin and Luna were actually able to end their pointless arguement in a time frame of under two minutes this time? Wow shit really is changing around here.

• AHHHHH YOU MAD🫵🏽😝

• Oh brother can we just tell Oakley that we’d never cheat on him and get to fucking already jesus why do we have to wait for that AGAIN???

[emberglowfox]

okay a few people have asked now abt steelheart redux so i will do my best to give an overview the maelstrom of vague thoughts it consists of at the moment

basically, steelheart is the oc story i've been posting a shitton of on and off for the past while. steelheart redux refers specifically to its latest iteration, which is completely (mostly) sci-fi and mech driven as opposed to the standard dragon rider story it was before.

it focuses primarily on these guys!

arthur is a human, while zarian is a DRACO, specifically a v1, which i will elaborate on below the readmore bc this is a little long haha

the setup for the story is essentially this:

the DRACOs (version 1, aka v1s) are big draconic mechs that are basically the equivalent of a super high-tech fighter jet with some other bells and whistles, the most notable being that they're pretty much human powered. but to be efficiently powered long-term, they have to be (or have part of them, really) permanently fused to a human host (or any living creature, technically, but humans are what they're like. made for).

despite all that, stuff surrounding their creation goes pretty well for a while, until the v1s mysteriously 'wake up'-- as in, suddenly attain self-aware consciousness, and start talking to their hosts (known as pilots) who understandably take this pretty badly. it's like if the fighter jet you've been flying around and are also kind of biologically fused to suddenly grew a brain and started asking about your day. things get even worse when the company producing the v1s attempts to like. undo this by forcing out an update patch, which has the unintended effect of corrupting the (previously entirely benevolent, just curious) v1s and turning them into crazed murder machines. stuff is bad for a while.

the ACTUAL story takes place 15 years after this, when stuff still isn't amazing but has mostly evened out. the company responsible for the v1s collapsed in the initial chaos, but from its ashes came a new company, Defenex, which has been producing DRACO v2s. they're the sleeker, badder cousins to the v1, made for the sole purpose of protecting towns from and hunting down remaining v1s. they're also, very critically, Not Mysteriously Self-Aware like the v1s are (or. were?) which is good.

the plot follows arthur steele, a fifteen year old boy living in one of the surviving cities, who through a series of accidents comes to be permanently fused to a (mysteriously un-murderous but distinctly unhappy) v1 calling himself Zarian. at first, his goal is to get Zarian removed from his back so they can go their separate ways and he can go back to his unremarkable, relatively safe life. unfortunately, this does not go according to plan. at all. but in the process, they start learning more about the mysterious origins of the DRACO incident and asking questions some people REALLY don't want answered. along the way, they make a few friends, come to actually like each other, and accidentally develop a reputation as Public Enemy #1, Definitely Evil, Kill On Sight. oops.

and that's the gist! i know... a lot of what happens, within that window, but most stuff isn't like nailed down clearly or in order yet, because i've discovered that while i am good with coming up with originally story ideas, actually plotting one from start to finish, coherently and satisfactorily, does NOT come naturally to me at all.

but, at the very least, it has become a fun brain playground and happiness generator, because i am veeery attached to these guys. moreso than i ever have gotten about my own ocs in my whole life tbh

:)

[catihere]

Oh btw, happy birthday to the absolute king Leo Valdez! 🔥 (And an unpolite “fuck you” to the homophobe that happens to share a birthday with him… don’t ask, please)

On this occasion, I am creeping out of my hole to share my agender Leo headcanon. It’s important to me and me only. And it makes the “bad boy supreme” thing funnier, because… oh, well. He’s a badder boy than you and he’s not even a boy in the first place 🤷

[ladzwriting]

incomplete thoughts on the second 5 episodes of house of the dragon s1

EMMA D'ARCY TIME

God they are so hot 😭😭😭

Also how the fuck is king mysterious dying disease still alive 😭 (HE TOOK SO FUCKING LONG, like y'all, that is a CORPSE)

yeah these two brunette boys are definitely the white-haired couples' born children absolutely

wish we could've spent more time with laena and vhagar for that to have been more impactful, but no, we had to talk about the triarchy instead (side bar: I STILL CANNOT DEFINE THE TRIARCHY, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT HAPPEN)

wow look it's possible to do night scenes and still see everything wow

I also want to re-watch episode 7 of House of the Dragon because wow that was actually a coherent piece of writing

daenyra is the most compelling relationship I've seen in media in a fucking WHILE

theories include that there is a high barrier to entry (incest) but also, damn, some things just put a Man and a Woman into a Situation and Expect Romance To Happen

alicent you're in so far over your head

OH YEP, THAT MAN GOT TO KEEP HIS TONGUE ALL RIGHT

I gasped so loudly, the bf was like O.o (this keeps happening)

noooooo alicent don't be a stupid lore believing cunt 😭😭😭 like that's not at all what he meant!!!!!

SER CRISTON NO. this baby man is going to be such a big fucking problem. there are so many stupid men on this show and somehow Criston Cole is their fucking king

Alicent and Rhaenys should've scissored it out send post

is Mysaria free on Thursday when I'm free on Thursday so we can hang out on Thursday when we are both free

that stairwell tickle fight was so absurd, gd teens

Otto Hightower is like "Alicent, stop being such a useless lesbian"

Wow Larys has a foot fetish, who'd have thought

a coronation? in my dragon house? this is going to go great.

HELL YES EXPLOSION TIME the spectacle is spectacling; I love Rhaenys crime time, it's been like 20 years over due

the fact that Alicent only cares about Helaena is so fucking yeah that girl was born into the wrong family

I'm glad at least one person can rely on their offspring

Jacerys is like damn, my uncle father is scary

Rhaenyra just keeps having the worst week of her life, huh

the power imbalance yuri is SO POWERFUL

omg stop trying to make a song of ice and fire happened, a song of ice and fire BARELY HAPPENED, it's not happening

Lord Corlys and Rhaenys are SO IN LOVE

I think Lucerys is in danger :|

behind every bad dragon (Arrax) is a bigger, badder dragon (Vhagar) this is going to go GREAT

wait, are the lords illiterate that the maesters need to read notes for them?? has that always been a thing??

Aemond is a fucking little shit!!!!!!! love him!!!! give him the iron throne after rhaenyra!!!!!

pedantic question: these are technically wyverns, no? unless the westeros universe has never made the dragon vs wyvern distinction, in which case, absolutely never mind, but god, I'm a fucking nerd more than once

I DID NOT REALIZE VHAGAR WAS THE SIZE OF THE RED KEEP, INCREDIBLE

YOU TWO ARE TOO FUCKING 15 OR 16 YEARS OLD TO SURVIVE THIS

JAW IS ON THE FLOOR, HOLY SHIT

oh the season just ends there kk

off to season 2

(Ladz, are you going to catch up before Sunday?? do not TALK to me [please talk to me])

[housederiva]

You can do it, bad times are coming but you are a fat badder bitch nothing can keep you down for long because nothing is more important than you go Bee go wooooo

I need you to know that I read this as fat batter bitch and I thought you were calling me the Pillsbury Dough Boy

I’m the worst I’ve ever been and I won’t be getting better soon but I appreciate the thought xx

[valentinsylve]

For @countdowntotwinpeaks fan exchange, here is my gift fic for @littlestsnicket --

It turned out to be the fluffiest thing I've ever written, which is terrible, since you didn't want fluff, but this is what came out. I hope it's good anyway!

(Characters: Bobby/Shelly; Leo/Shelly; Norma.

CW for domestic violence allusion because Leo.)

Jack Rabbit's Palace

Leo took Shelly to a midnight movie back in high school when such pastimes were daring and Leo was still just a bad, older boy, older and badder than that cheating Bobby Briggs. She found the picture horrifically violent, but gripping. The tag line was, “Who will survive, and what will be left of them?” 

Shelly could never have anticipated how later on, daily life in Twin Peaks would seem branded with those words. 

Leo had been quite persuasive in his courtship, but the line which caught her was deceptively simple. 

“You’re a grown woman, you’ve got a full-time job at the Double R, what are you doing going to geography class with a bunch of kids?” 

He didn’t seem wrong about that. Three weeks later, they were married. 

Home life was tolerable. Norma was basically her mom already, so Shelly wasn’t exactly leaving anyone behind. Leo made plenty of money driving the truck and selling drugs. Shelly liked a bit of nose candy herself, no reason to judge him for being the candyman. If only he didn’t lose his temper so often. The coke helped her feel better, at least. Gave her plenty of energy to keep the house up to Leo’s standards. 

The nights when Leo brought his coke-dealing buddies home were unpleasant, especially because she wasn’t allowed to get high when they were over. Shelly didn’t like playing waitress to handsy old creeps like Jacques Renault; but Leo told her to accept his little gifts and smile. A wife should be a proper hostess with her husband’s business associates. 

He finally laid down the law when the crystal bottle of scent from Horne’s Department Store came with a suggestion that Shelly quit the diner to take a job at the perfume counter, “with room for advancement, if you don’t mind working late.” Laying down the law took the form of some looming and growling at Jacques, which would have been fine if Leo hadn’t slapped the hell out of Shelly afterward when she had an armload of beer bottles. For “encouraging him.” Shelly hadn’t even known yet about the perfume counter, and where the girls who worked there wound up. Of course, she was stuck cleaning up broken glass and cigarette butts soaked in beer with a wrenched shoulder, which wasn’t a glamorous life either. Such a fucking mundane sort of horror.

After Leo hit her, he always seemed to end up crying in her lap. She’d pet his hair, wipe his snotty nose, and comfort him like a kid who’d fallen down on the playground. 

That particular night he sniffled, 

“I’m just trying to protect you, babe. Don’t you fucking dare take that job at Horne’s. I don’t want Jacques Renault talking to you again.” 

Since Leo didn’t bring Jacques over anymore, he was spending more late nights out. Shelly didn’t care where he might have been going. He tended to come home red-eyed and staggering, but less volatile, like the coals in his furnace had been banked for the night. This was all right, since at Norma’s coaxing she had begun studying to get her G.E.D..

One or the other of Leo’s high school errand boys would drop by on occasion, usually when Leo wasn’t at home. Shelly was inevitably bored, but that didn’t make her want their company. However, one Saturday, she got a surprise: the errand boy was Bobby Briggs. Shelly treated him with cool scorn the first time he came by, but he was persistent, and he was being nice to her. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome as ever, tall, with the most delicious wavy brown hair. 

It started to be fun seeing Bobby again. She’d share all the gossip from the diner, and he’d do little stunts to impress her: kid stuff like climbing the tall vine maple in the yard and gently pelting her with pocketfuls of the starlight mints he sucked on to counter the taste of cigarettes. He usually had a joint with him, too, so they’d pass it back and forth on the back porch and get giggly on the piney smoke. 

Bobby was officially dating Laura Palmer. Laura Palmer was basically Miss Perfect, too, aside from the whole helping Bobby cheat thing, so Shelly wasn’t sure why he was so eager to flirt with a dropout waitress. But her marriage was sorely lacking in romance, and she was young, and Bobby was very, very cute. Leo would’ve killed them both if he found out, even though nothing was happening. Yet.

It was only a matter of time. One afternoon, Bobby and Shelly were pleasantly stoned and enjoying the gloom of a late, mild winter day, sheltered from the misty drizzle by the back porch roof. 

“I love to listen to the whispering of the trees,” murmured Shelly. “Don’t they sound like they’re whispering?” Feeling very daring, she leaned her head a hair’s breadth from Bobby’s shoulder on the pretext of gazing dreamily at the branches which still had most of their brown leaves that warm, warm February. 

“What are they whispering?” asked Bobby, shifting casually so that his shoulder cradled her neck. 

Shelly slowly smiled, tilted her head to look up at him, and said, “They’re sending us a secret message. Can you hear what it is?”

“Tell me what they’re saying,” Bobby urged, teasing. 

Shelly nestled her head firmly on Bobby’s shoulder and said, “I can’t tell you, it’s a secret. Can you guess?”

Bobby wrapped his arms around her bit by bit, as if he were blanketing her in moss. 

“I can hear them now. I know what they’re telling us.” 

Shelly held still and took a deep breath. Her eyes grew very wide. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, with a tender, husky voice, and drew her up to face him. 

She felt weightless. Her heart seemed to have floated up into the trees. When they kissed, it was like the moment in a movie when a plane lands and the passengers all applaud. Then they both burst out laughing, and tugged at each other’s hair, growling like tussling puppies. 

He took her hands in his, jumped up from the porch, and twirled her around in the drizzle while she let out shrieks of delight. 

Bobby’s blue eyes had taken on a quality which Shelly could only describe as mesmerizing, and when he set her on her feet he looked at her like she was a precious jewel he’d found at the top of a mountain. 

“I want to take you to my favorite place. It’s... Maybe you’ll think it’s stupid, but I don’t know, the way you get so poetic about the trees. And you’re my best friend, and the prettiest girl, and I want to share it with you, even if you’re married and I can never kiss you again.” 

Shelly had never experienced a moment so playful and solemn at the same time. Every word they spoke to each other felt like a promise. 

The drive held a sacred hush, just the rumble of the engine. Bobby held Shelly’s hand whenever he wasn’t shifting gears. 

Bobby parked inside the entrance to Ghostwood National Forest, held the door for Shelly, and took her hand again. 

“I feel like you should cover your eyes on the way, you know, to make it more mysterious, but I don’t want you to trip and fall.” 

“It’s OK,” said Shelly, with a shy smile. “I’ll just pretend I’m not staring at you the whole way.” 

Bobby’s face lit up with one of his wild grins, and he said, “OK, then! Let’s go.” 

He led her along paths she wasn’t sure how he could find, and they ended up at a bit of a clearing. There was a gigantic stump of a tree that had been splintered long ago, and fallen parts of the trunk settled all around. 

“Here we are. Tell me what you think.” 

Shelly took in the secluded scenery. It felt majestic and eerie. 

“It looks like a throne. A big, rugged throne.”

Bobby exclaimed, “Yes! I knew you would see it.”

Bobby led her to the giant stump and hopped up on the fallen log leaning against it.  

“This is Jack Rabbit’s Palace. I used to come here with my dad when I was a kid. We’d play imagination games. They were some of the best times I ever had.” 

Shelly beamed up at Bobby. There was something melancholy in his voice when he talked about his dad, but it was just a cloud passing over the sun, just like Twin Peaks weather. The afternoon was dismal, but Bobby felt like sunshine, with just that hint of shadow. Shelly wanted to sweep all the clouds out of the sky for him. 

What sorts of imagination games Shelly and Bobby thought up at Jack Rabbit’s Palace remain a secret kept by the trees. Above all it was a time of untainted joy. The last one to be had for a while; for that was the February when Laura Palmer died. 

Shelly thought she knew everything dark and weird about Twin Peaks. Some of it wasn’t so bad. She liked mysteries and secrets. But after Laura died, it was like a great machine ground past a bit of metal which had been locking it up, and it unleashed a roar from deep inside. Leo was a suspect. He had a bloody shirt. And he’d been having sex with Laura. Shelly felt it like a dull thud inside. Her husband had been having sex with Laura Palmer, and might have killed her. And she hid the bloody shirt he’d told her to wash, and he beat her and beat her. Meanwhile Bobby’s heart was open and screaming, a gaping wound, and Shelly was there to mend it. 

Back when Shelly had told Norma she and Leo were getting married, Norma screwed up her mouth and huffed as if she were preparing to say something, and then she shook her head and smiled a bit sadly. 

“Shelly, I hope you will be very happy. I also hope you’ll keep your job here and not just stay and keep house for your husband. You’re important to me. I guess you know that. I should probably tell you not to throw your youth away or something like that, but when I was your age I wouldn’t have listened. My mom used to say that trying to talk a teenager out of a romance was like trying to screw the lid off a jar the wrong way.” 

Oh, Norma. There were so many things that Shelly couldn’t tell her about, she’d be disappointed and that would hurt so bad. They told each other plenty, of course – Shelly knew why Norma’s husband wasn’t around anymore, for one thing, and Norma was one to talk about teenagers when she and Ed Hurley had been making eyes at each other and probably way more than that.  They’d been high school sweethearts. Then they had to go and get married to other people. 

Shelly was pretty sure she understood Norma now, because there was no way she was going to stop loving Bobby Briggs. The more she found out about Twin Peaks every day, the surer she became that just about everyone was at least a little bad. She could be bad. She wasn’t going to wait around for anything anymore. They were going to give each other the entire world and feed it to each other like a big slab of cherry pie. She'd kill for it.

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

and if i said rafebarry?

she's gonna save me call me 'baby': barry basically uses exclusively pet names "baby boy" "big boy" "pretty baby" "pretty boy" "baby" (tbh i don't think he's a "babe" kind of guy) so like this part goes without saying....

run her hands through my hair: barry carding his hand through rafe's hair when it's long (like s1 & 2 era) and then stroking over the buzzcut too,, like when rafe's laying on the couch with his head in barry's lap.... or when barry passes by where rafe's sitting... or when they're wrapped up together one hand absolutely goes to the back of the head to cradle his skull

she'll know me crazy: can't stress this enough but barry is intimately aware of how crazy rafe is.... like he's been there for some of rafe's insane plots or has directly witnessed the immediate aftermath. like trust barry knows. [plus in s3 when barry's like "i gotta be honest with you, dawg, i don't know if it got this in me, bro." and rafe goes "i do." and barry's like "yeah... i knew you did" like y'all he is WELL AWARE]

soothe me daily: maybe this is just a thing i noticed, but barry seems like the one person in the show who can distract rafe from the things he's planning on doing/the things he's thinking, and he seems to be the only one who can do it in a way that rafe will listen to (at least to some degree) [i'll have a post coming about this trust], so i am very much of the belief that he can divert rafe's attention away from whatever bad/crazy thing he's thinking about and soothe whatever frustration/anger/fear/etc. is bubbling inside him

better yet, she wouldn't care: barry is soooooo unphased by rafe. like yeah sometimes he's like 'oh bro whaaaat' in the moment, but ultimately he simply does not care that much. like in s1 when rafe and barry go to the garage and jump kie and jj, kie shouts "you murdered peterkin" and for only one second, barry's face is shocked, and then he's just over it and back to what he was doing before. and then after that he makes some lighthearted comments about rafe killing peterkin ("badder than i though, country club"). and then there's the "just tell me whatever the hell you done, 'cause i can promise you, whatever it was, i done worse". and then there's the whole going to the chateau to fuck the pogues up and the whole melting the cross situation. like in canon barry is very much aware of rafe's crazy, and in my head it's even more so

[bonus excerpt from something i'm working on: "He runs his finger over the cut, watches Barry’s muscles flex at the feeling of his fingertips on raw, open skin. His finger comes away coated in red and Rafe, before he can even stop himself, pops his finger in his mouth for a taste. 

His brain lights up like a christmas tree at the taste of it, metal and bitter and so, so good. He savors it like a candy, swears he can feel the Barry of it all even though he rationally knows that’s impossible. Nothing feels very rational right now, though.

Fucking crazy, Barry says again, words soaked in adoration and fondness. Rafe’s crazy, no doubt about it, but if Rafe’s crazy then Barry’s positively insane for keeping him around."]

some other jackie and wilson lyrics that scream rafebarry that i won't elaborate on bc this is already insanely long... use your imagination and consider the delusional shit i already talk about it and you'll be able to see the vision clear as day:

"so deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine / for reasons wretched and divine"

"laughing away through my feeble disguise / no other version of me i would rather be tonight"

"lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime"

"every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside"

"we'd sit back and watch the world go by / happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this whole song is just so

[bluezey]

So, Niffty grabbed a handful of Valentino's wing coat and exclaimed that it was part of her collection

So it's established that if she loves a bad boy, she'll collect something of the bad boy like a lock of hair or a handful of their fur

So, what did she take from Alastor?

You know Alastor is arguably one of the baddest of the bad boys, which I think made it easy for Alastor to claim her. I mean, I imagine Alastor starts setting up a deal with her, and she interrupts all "I get to be your pet forever? I see no downside to this!" 🤝

It's cause of this theory, because Niffty is now owned by Alastor, in turn, Niffty has Alastor himself in her bad boy collection

But, I think it'd be more in Niffty's manic mind for her to one night scalp a chunk of Alastor's hair while he slept. Of course he gets pissed about this, but eventually he gets over it. For one, you could probably scare Niffty if you try hard enough, but she likes the feeling of pain, so punishing her would be difficult. And for two, Alastor seems to genuinely like Niffty's madness, so he wouldn't be that hard on her. He'll just be hard enough to remind her not to hack off a part of himself 🤣

As for Sir Pentious and Lucifer. Niffty did like Sir Pentious for being a bad boy, but he wasn't a bad boy long enough for her to nab something of his for her collection. So, sadly, Niffty doesn't have, say, scales or a piece of his hood. Lucifer is now going to hang around the hotel more, so Niffty has access to him, and you can't go badder than the king of hell. So it's only a matter of time before Niffty grabs a handful of his blonde locks

[mabsolgirl]

There's a girl and she's badder than the bad boys Psychopath, yeah, she'll play ya like a cheap toy There's a girl and she's badder than the bad boys Look at them run, isn't it fun, didn't they tell you She's the baddest of the baddest, Got no method to the madness, She's a highway to a heartbreak There's a girl and she's badder than the bad boysBadder than the bad boys

[Peyton Shay - Badder Than The Bad Boys] it's 2 in the morning im too tired to deal with the lyrics breaking

midnight nostalgia hit me like a flippin train owwie

Had a lot of fun with this, especially with the beast in the back!

@cacartoon 4 u :3

[thedeepweb]

politically teaching oneself is in itself a moral act, but also a growing one. you're forming of an opinion, a worldview and thus a personality. the politically uneducated attempt to compensate in the lack of thought and instead talk about figures. to these type of people, history and events are not a sequence of politics and influences but rather of separated figures which each figure representing an idea or action instead of the sociopolitical dimension of personhood. historical figures you may hear of in school thus become your little characters to have arguments about. hitler is big fascism, whatever fascism means to you; stalin is evil communism; mao is whatever you feel more sinophobic about. with these ideology dolls the politically uneducated attempts to seem mature to the public

at the same time american exceptionalism avails this idea of the perfect country thats the blueprint for others, where the usa exists in a neutral state and its the Outside that challenges its ideal status. the politically uneducated thrive then on the idea that the bipartisan system is a "good one vs evil one", coincidentally a patriotic blue vs an evil red, and refuses to engage with any politican that does not reach the mayor new outlets. the white politically uneducated cannot name a single genocider of their own country because that genocide does not concern them. the only politician that matters is the president, because its the big name. the rest of the politicians just follow orders, you know. so trump is the biggest enemy, because hes Evil and represents a Bad. a bad what? a bad. a racism. a xenophobia. an ongoing genocide against the palestinian people and every other violent invasion and coup that took place before trump was in office. trump is the evil that will acknowledge the status quo, unlike our goody goofy biden with his state terrorism and thirst for genocide. trump becomes the icon of evil in the mind of the political uneducated, not on the concept of what he can do but rather on the threat of acknowledging whats currently happening

hitler being mentioned as about to kill himself is part of the worldview this person has. antisemitism and genocide are bad, but are either natural or caused by one single person. but because this person does not care about the violented ethnicities, childishly refuses to engage with real world politics, thinks the kkk, the cia, the proud boys, the ice concentration camps and the state terrorism committed against black usa citizens, are all but a mere flaws in an otherwise working system. a system based on the idea that the political system is a divine being and its a single politician and a few bad apples that ruin what otherwise would be a perfect engine. then the sole responsible for misery in the usa must then be trump, and thus trump is badder eviler crueler than what i consider the most evil person because trump is coming for people "who dont deserve it"

or, its a troll blog. at this point i dont know 🤷‍♀️

[not a post on who you should vote/political interference etc | this is not about your school system | this has nothing to do with learning disabilities or ableism | you're free to not reblog this post if you don't understand what it's saying or disagree :) ]

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Bad Boys of Rock 1986 Hard Rock / New Wave / Power Pop / Pop-Rock / Blues-Rock

A few different thoughts about this silly record are running through my head right now, but I guess the most dominant one is that I feel like once the honorific of 'bad boy of rock' gets conferred upon you, you can no longer actually be a 'bad boy of rock,' because I think that's, like, one of the single-lamest things that anyone can ever consider you as. It's sort of like when a politician tries to use a piece of teen slang to seem hip or aware or 'down'—once they decide to put it out there, they themselves have pretty much ruined it for everyone else 👎.

Could you please just shut the fuck up?! 😵

But OK, let's say that I don't actually have a problem with this 'bad boy of rock' label and that I instead take it at face value. Fine. Are you folks ready for the first song that opens this fucker up then? It's gonna be some real 'bad boy' material, right? Nope. How about David Lee Roth doing a solo stint as a road-weary lounge singer and covering a fucking 1940s swing medley instead? And he even scats too! Like, what are we even doing here, man? This rendition of "Just a Gigolo" / "I Ain't Got Nobody" is legitimately one of the worst hits that I think I've ever heard in my life, so in that sense of the word, this song is *really* BAD, but I don't think that's the kind of 'bad' that Priority Records was trying to sell here, because, um, why would they?

And that's ultimately what I think makes this release so ridiculous. It's not really the music itself—because outside of that one DLR song, I do enjoy a bunch of the selection here—it's the idea that almost any of these people or their music would ever cause them to be referred to as 'bad boys of rock' in the first place. I mean, two-hit wonder power pop band Tommy Tutone who did "867-5309"? George Thorogood's dorky and gravelly blues-rock persona? Rockabilly revivalists Stray Cats, whose frontman Brian Setzer would later go on to lead his own swing orchestra and cover the same guy that David Lee Roth coincidentally covers on this record too? J. Geils Band's catchy "Centerfold"? Rod Stewart? You mean, *SIR* Rod Stewart? And MEAT LOAF?!?

We have plenty of hindsight now, of course, but I feel like, even when this record came out in 1986, there's just no way that people actually thought that those responsible for the music on here were rebellious at that point. *Maybe* Billy Idol, but find a different theme to group all these songs under, because this concrete-and-chain-link fence aesthetic that you've got on the cover here ain't workin', guys. If anything, this is more or less 'Bad Boys of Rock' for sleepy-suburban dads who've spent tens of thousands of dollars on a Harley and keep it in their linoleum floor garage so that they can take it out on Sunday afternoons in order to feel a tinge of freedom before being made to go back to their 9-to-5 the next day. Like, so freaking badass, you guys.

And, I mean, if we *really* wanted the baddest boys of rock on here, we need to go in a different direction altogether. We need, like, G.G. Allin on this thing, because, really, is there anything badder that someone can do as a performer than eat their very own poop on stage? Outside of an act of violence, I really don't think so!

So, let's see...yesterday was Women & Songs 4, today was Bad Boys of Rock...I guess that means tomorrow is going to be something like Good-Natured Enbies Who Prefer Silence Instead? 😅 Naw, it'll probably be, like, mid-90s techno or Wisconsinite 80s alternative or something or other.

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Highlights:

Tommy Tutone - "867-5309 (Jenny)" Rod Stewart - "(I Know) I'm Losing You" Billy Idol - "Rebel Yell" Sammy Hagar - "Cruisin' & Boozin'" Stray Cats - "Rock This Town" J. Geils Band - "Centerfold"