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He’s spiraling.
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not to sound like an ao3 post-fic notes but i swear i had intended on using nanowrimo to get some writing done, and then i got covid and also my car got stolen so. i regrettably have nothing new for you
#the actual order events was#i started a new part time job#launched a new project#my meds got fucked so I was experiencing Side Effects#got Very Sick#car got stolen#(probably because of a tiktok trend)#on the day I was supposed to meet my gf’s parents for the first time#had to deal with ten thousand phone calls w the cops the city and insurance#had three family gatherings in one weekend#gf met MY family#and now it’s Monday.#november has been the longest year of my life#and it’s not even over yet :’)#anyways. im behind on the firefighter show gjfhdhfh#iinryer talk
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I LOVE KAY
#ace attorney#kay faraday#ace attorney investigations#my art#I wanted to bash this out like a day after the direct but my house got broken into and my car got stolen lmao#hope you like it!!!#im fine now#i LOVE kay bro i love ace attorney weirdgirls a lot........ she's so bombastic#i wish I had my old drawings of her from when I was in high school!! she was all over my notes#it feels so good to draw her again!!#HAPPY AAI 1+2 ON THE SWITCH EVERYBODY
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got robbed in pittsburgh hows it going everyone
edit bc tumblr sucks: this isnt a joke our car got broken into and cops have been pretty much useless, lost my entire backpack w laptop, switch, speaker, water bottle..... im leaving pitt today and im gonna be in delaware for a few days but i just dunno if im gonna see that shit again. going to work on scraping together monies to replace my shit but if you wanna toss a couple bucks to help:
cshapp: atlasbeetles
pypal: [email protected]
nother edit: gotten abt $50 from this which is so awesome and i appreciate it sincerely.... got my new laptop now now the fun of paying that off begins, next order of business is replacing my speaker and switch since the fees for replacing my ID and SSN card are pretty low
#car got broken into my backpack was stolen and that shit had my fucking like#laptop switch speaker chargers water bottle idk it was like $2000 worth of stuff#chatlas
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Sterek Rival Lawyers AU
It's A (Court) Date
Imagine, high-class, Ivy League, hot-shot, attorney Derek comes back from New York to the family firm to take over as partners with his sister after his parents decide to step down. He may not be on the level of his mother yet, but he's cut his teeth against Wall Street wolves and ruthless white-collar sharks. Derek's more than proved himself, so he just can't fathom these small criminal court cases his family is making him take "before he's truly ready" to be a part of the family business.
Enter in his first case. Right out the gate, the state assigned defense is, not only late to court, but also arrives in a flurry of limbs and papers, tripping all over himself, and profusely apologizing to the room as a whole. "Sorry! Sorry! Car trouble!"
The guy is out of breath, tie crooked and hair a mess. It makes Derek wrinkle his nose at the unprofessionalism and the blatant disrespect to everyone's valuable time.
The presiding judge, the Honorable Ms. Lydia Martin, only sighs a heavy sigh, as if this sight is nothing new, and says "Mr. Stilinski, I suggest you don't let it happen again."
Derek is honestly getting annoyed by how easy this is going to be. He could've been doing literally anything else right about now rather than being here going against a common rent-a-lawyer with some Podunk community-college degree. The opening statement for the defense is laughably inept. Full of nervous stuttering, backtracking, running tangents, and babbling. He's still apologizing, trying to assure the jury that he's just having an off-day today.
It's embarrassing to watch.
Nonetheless, Derek goes through the motions, practiced and poised. Examines all the evidence, presenting times and dates, prior arrest records, the works.
During this time, Mr. Stilinski is frantically (and VERY LOUDLY) flitting through a cartoonishly large stack of papers and whispering to his client. Derek has to fight to grit his teeth through his presentation.
Finally, it's time for Mr. Stilinski to cross-examine Derek's client and, unbeknownst to him, the beginning of Derek's long, long spiral of madness for the rest of his career.
"Judge Martin, I would like to move to have this case thrown out."
"Oh?" asks Judge Martin. For some reason, there's an amused smirk, almost fond, tugging at her lips "On what grounds?"
A giddy, almost manic, grin takes over the defense attorney's face just then. "On the grounds that the prosecution's client is full of bullshit."
The judge rolls her eyes and an exasperated "Stiles," slips from her lips, seemingly against her will. (Derek's not really surprised by the familiarity between the two of them. With how often state-assigned lawyers are called to the courtroom on small cases, it wouldn't be too big of a leap to suggest they might be chummy.)
"Respectfully, of course." Mr. Stilinski--er Stiles?--winks back at her.
"Objection. Your honor, this is ridiculous."
"Overruled. Make your point, Stilinski."
"Mr. Davis says he saw my client at 12:30 P.M., on August 4th, attempting to take his back-right hubcap outside his apartment. Mr. Davis' apartment complex at that time, on that particular day, would have cast a huge shadow over the back lot as evidenced by the gaudy sundial-art-installation outside the courthouse. Meanwhile, my client's picture, when taken in for questioning, has a sunburn on the entire right side of his face. This would corroborate Mr. Lyle's story of walking home alone, down the upper, unshaded side of Elmore Street, during one of the hottest days of the year, for an hour straight. Also, the fact that Mr. Davis has no realistic idea how long it would actually take a person to steal a hubcap should be evidence enough."
"Uh-huh. And this wouldn't happen to be something you've ever had any expertise in, would it, counsel?"
"I plead the 5th."
And just like that, Derek's case is thrown out so quick, he's still reeling about it all the way home.
For the next two years, this becomes Derek's life. This man, this Stiles Stilinski, keeps showing up like a whirlwind and absolutely puts him in his paces.
Stiles, as he insists Derek call him, is a powerhouse. Relentless and unstoppable. That mouth can filibuster for literal hours (which, for those unfamiliar, is when someone legally cannot be forced to give up their time on the floor as long as they can keep talking), that brain quick as a whip, with a hunger for research, a mastery of the English language svelte enough to trip up even the most well-rehearsed lie, and an attention to detail like nothing Derek has ever witnessed before. It's like he knows every law inside and out. Lives it. Breathes it. It's like he had been raised on the law his whole life. Not only that, it's like Stiles enjoys it. Every case is a new game to get excited about.
All of it makes Derek's blood boil.
However, it's not always about losing to Stiles all the time, because, honestly, that might be less humiliating.
In truth, when faced against Stiles, Derek's bound to win about 60% of the time. Out of that 60%, only 5% of those wins actually feel earned. As for the other 55%?
He knows Stiles is letting him win.
Derek can't prove it, but he knows the asshole is holding back on purpose nearly half the time. Knowing that Stiles could have beaten him if he wanted to, but didn't, is somehow more frustrating than just losing.
He hates Stiles.
He hates that the guy is so chipper and playful all the damn time. He hates that Stiles could probably work at any firm he wanted, could make enough money to get a decent car that doesn't shit out all the time, could buy a proper-fitting suit, but instead CHOOSES to stay here "watching out for the little guy", as he so put it.
He hates that facing Stiles in court is the most challenged, the most motivated he's ever felt in his entire life. He hates that Stiles brings out in him the spark of passion and drive Derek had long thought had died. He hates that Stiles always tries to banter with him during recess or whenever they have to exchange evidence.
He hates finding out that Stiles only loses cases on purpose when his endless amounts of research points to the defendant actually being guilty of horrendous crimes, because Stiles is a good fucking person.
He hates Stiles' constant teasing and he hates that Stiles is somehow able to bring Derek down to his childish level to tease back. He hates how much he looks forward to court-dates with Stiles now. He hates being invited out by Stiles over and over to grab a bite together after a long day, as if Stiles hasn't been wiping the floor with him on this case for the last month. He hates it even more that he always accepts and that now they have their own designated booth at the diner across the street. Derek's so unbelievably frustrated, it makes him want to bite Stiles at the neck just to hear that smartass mouth squeal.
"Hey, I ever tell you I was thinking of quitting before you arrived?" Stiles asks one night as they're walking to their cars.
Derek's head immediately snaps to him at that. "What?"
Stiles smiles distantly at the thought. "Oh, yeah. Things had started feeling like being trapped in a cubicle, y'know? There wasn't any challenge in it anymore."
"What made you stay?"
"Well...you did. You were the first, serious competition I'd faced in a while. It wasn't a matter of winning just to win, anymore. Going against you always reminded me of the reason why it was important for me to win. It gave me stakes, because now there was an actual chance I could lose and an innocent person could go to jail. You, I don't know, kinda reignited my passion for fighting the good fight, I guess."
Derek can feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He wants to say 'You did the same for me!' He wants to tell Stiles that he didn't think his life could ever be this fun or happy or messy or chaotic or exhilarating or challenging or fulfilling before coming to Beacon Hills.
But just as Derek goes to open his mouth to sing Stiles' praises, he instead finds himself roughly shoving him up against the Camaro and biting hungrily at that mouth and tongue that's been the bane of his existence. There's a surprised little squeak that Derek quickly swallows up, but it isn't long before they're both tearing at each others' clothes and fucking each other dirty in the backseat of Derek's car.
What's crazy is, after they get together, nothing in their careers really changes. The only difference is now they get to fuck each others' brains out after an intense battle in court (and the sound Stiles makes when Derek bites him is exactly what he always imagined it would sound like). They still face against each other on opposite sides in court. They still give it everything they got, no conceding even if they are dating now. Not to mention, Derek wouldn't dream of tempting Stiles over to his firm. Not when he knows Stiles is at his best staying where he's at.
The day Derek's family finally decides it's time for him to take over the firm with Laura is the best day of his and Stiles' lives.
Not only does Derek tell them he's declining, he hires Stiles as his attorney to negotiate terms against his entire family of well-seasoned lawyers.
The entire month-long negotiation results in Derek, not saying a single word, but absolutely beaming as he watches his boyfriend run circles around his mother, his father, his uncle, and both of his sisters on contracts. It's so unbelievably hot, they're banging on whatever flat surface they can get their hands on every time they leave the boardroom. There's even one very memorable blowjob in the empty hall outside the boardroom when Stiles somehow manages to get Peter to agree to a (most likely illegal) clause dictating the firm will pay Stiles a finder's fee for any pro-bono case Stiles takes on outside of Beacon Hills that strikes his fancy.
And, no one says it, but they all know Derek definitely, 100%, dragged his own firm through this negotiation just to show off how incredible Stiles is to his family and preen about it.
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Fast-forward, Derek is going to be in the audience for the first time for one of Stiles' cases.
While waiting in the hall, Derek sees a familiar face from his New York days. The prosecution has hired the eighth best lawyer money can get, Jackson Whittemore. He's sporting a Rolex, sunglasses indoors, and the face of someone who thinks he's above literally every other person in town.
Well, at least until he sees Derek.
For some reason, Jackson seems to think Derek is all the way out in the middle of nowhere to 'watch a master at work' (which...well...is technically true...).
As Derek goes to sit in the audience, Jackson tells him in passing, "This'll be over so fast, probably won't even get a chance to learn the other guy's name."
Derek chuckles and says back, "Ooh, buddy, you have no idea."
Before Jackson can think more on that, a whirlwind of limbs and papers suddenly hurls through the doors.
Derek sits back, gets comfy, and waits eagerly for the show to begin.
My first moodboard. Hope you enjoy. AU based on a discussion with @casually-eat-my-soul (I suggest checking out their version). This was kind of like a divergence from that (the brain juices just started flowing).
#sterek#lawyer au#negotiating terms as a form of foreplay#Derek might have a competency kink#Stiles' contract states the firm will pay his salary without influencing his decisions as a shadow employee and his clients pay nothing#He's also allowed to travel anywhere he wants for a case on company dime#Unbeknownst to Derek most of the Hales had at one point in time all faced off against Stiles in court before#The only reason Derek was called back from New York in the first place was because they consider a 'Stiles Case' a rite of passage#“Getting Stiles'd” is something all Hales must go through to be humbled#The Hales call Stiles The Reaper in private behind closed doors#No one thought Derek would end up marrying the Boogeyman the insatiable nightmare creature that haunts the Hale name#And now they have to live with this court goblin as their new inlaw#For those who don't know pleading the 5th is enacting your right to not reveal information that could get you in trouble with the law#meaning Stiles has definitely stolen a hubcap off a car before which may or may not have been a police cruiser#Also pro-bono means a lawyer choosing to represent a client free of charge as a form of charity#They absolutely fucked nasty after Derek got to witness Stiles smear Jackson's smug career across the pavement#teen wolf#derek hale#stiles stilinski#tyler hoechlin#dylan o'brien#mieczysław stiles stilinski#minific
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"Cool."
#will byers#byler#stranger things#pinkeoni gifs#tusermarie#userbeets#userstav#first gifset since having my car and macbook stolen LMAO#well silver lining is I got a new macbook which has better storage and processing power -> better for gifmaking#willbyersedit
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lorica
Dark November nights aren't safe, especially not for women lingering outside pubs. A taxi should get you home, and it would have if you'd remembered to double-check the license plates.
Here is 2.2k drabbly nonsense since I feel bad about my month-long lack of posting. Ghost/Reader/Price (with implied 141/Reader at the end).
Content: Dark, MDNI, kidnapping, threat of violence, guns, body neutral, f-reader, unedited.
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White whisps danced and swirled in the air before you, your breath given substance in the chill of the night.
You shuffled from foot to foot, cold air and anxiety swirling in a discomforting soup that sunk down to your bones A glance up and down the street confirmed that yes, your taxi still hadn't arrived. You unlocked your phone once more, foolish in the hope that staring at the screen would make the car appear sooner. The little black icon on the app mocked you. Your driver is 2.6km away!
A sudden cheer split the silence, flooding from the frosted windows of The White Hart. You and your friends had agreed to leave by 8 p.m., hoping to avoid the jeering and jostling of impassioned football fans. A quiet drink after work was one thing; you hadn't, however, planned on lingering to catch up with the Premier League. The noise of rowdy punters and drunk men spilled once more into the street behind you, making your heart race a little. They were just watching a match, just in their cups…
But standing solitary as you were in the dimly lit street it reminded you that you were alone.
A single streetlight buzzed and flickered its dim companionship.
You could see your breath puffing out in front of you, white on black as the night stretched on. Perhaps you should've agreed to the lift that your friends' offered, cursing your politeness. Don't want to inconvenience you! I'm headed in the opposite direction - let me just call a cab. Dark nights weren't often kind to lone women. Winter, too. It left you shivering, trussed up in fleecy fabrics as the wind bit at your numb nose and made your eyes stream. You looked like some soft, gentle thing huddled in a doorstep, hoping to pass the night safely. You panted a little, unease quickening your breath. The misty vapor furled upwards; you imagined it carrying off your hopes. Your desperation. Please, let this car arrive. Let me get home.
A nondescript black car slowed along the curbside, wheels slick and splashing in the stagnant water gathered by the gutters. You caught the tail end of the license plates, mud splattered yes, but you could see some numbers and letters shining through. Finally. You puffed out your relief, tucking your phone away as you reached for the door. Prayer answered, it seemed.
A wave of warm air kissed your cheeks as you slid in, dry and comfortable.
'Hi, how's it going? 2350, right?' You sent a half-glance at the driver, pulling your seatbelt on as you waited for confirmation.
The gears of the belt buckle clicked in the silence. Heavy, noticeable silence.
Turning back towards the front seat, your polite smile wavered slightly. The driver was a big man. Strange that you hadn’t noticed it before, but he was hulking in the seat, shoulders stretching beyond the limits of the side panels. You swallowed slightly as you noticed the headrest barely brushing the nape of his neck.
Two unwavering, dark eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror.
'Uh…' you faltered slightly, perched like bird in the backseat eager to take off, feathers ruffling and twitching. 'This is- you're the car I called? Confirmation number 2350?'
You could feel your face heating -from the chill outside, the AC inside, the mounting embarrassment - skin feeling itchy and tight. Still, you were reluctant to break his gaze. Your instincts sparked, flared to life illuminating only the thought to keep him in your sights. You felt altogether too cramped in the car, his presence spilling across the back seats.
'Yeah, 2350,' his voice rumbled over the hum of the engine. 'Tha's right.'
He made no move, didn't even blink as he stared you down. You could just about make out the arch of blond eyebrows, the craggy lines of a well-worn face but a black barrier mask halted any further consideration. You cracked first, glancing down to his thick, gloved hand resting on the gearstick. The entire dash was dark, no blue light or luminosity from his phone. No digital dials or screens anywhere.
'Aren't you gonna type it in the app? Confirm it from your end?' You hoped he didn’t notice the shake in your voice, unease plucking at your vocal chords weaving nerves into noise.
'Waitin' on yer rideshare, aren't I?'
'I didn't book a rideshare, this is just-' You cut yourself off as your numb, clumsy fingers groped for your phone. 'Let me check, I should've just booked a solo journey-'
'No need, 's'a busy night. Friday. Match on, lots of punters.' His voice was deep, tumbling like gravel from his chest. It was disjointing, actually, with his mouth covered and the lights off. His voice seemed to echo around, filling all the dark curves and corners of the car's interior. Coming from nowhere but this beast of a man with no mouth.
You shook off the thought like waterdrops from your hair. He was just a working man. Big, yes, gruff, but no need to tar him with the sticky, resinous pitch of your paranoia.
'Yer lucky to get a ride,' he continued. 'Car pool's better than standin' out in the street by y'rself. S'not safe.'
You relaxed a little into the seat, tension trickling away. Slightly. It lingered still at the base of your spine, on the back of your neck.
'Right,' you puffed out a breath as you slid your hand from your pocket. 'Do you know how long they'll be? It's just that I've been out since work this morning and I'm looking to get home sharpish.'
He snorted at that, loud and curt, "'e'll be out when he's out. Someone waitin' for ya to get home, or wot?'
'No,' you hesitated, awkwardness cutting you short, 'sorry. Just tired.'
He hummed at that, flicking his eyes around the silent street outside. Murky, orange light cut through the condensation of the pub windows, casting a faint haze on the shutters and bars of the nearby shops. All closed for the night. All empty.
'Wot you doin' out by y'rself anyway?'
Odd. He didn't seem the type for small talk.
'I wasn't out by myself,' you cringed at how pandering it seemed. How you felt you had to justify yourself. 'Was out for drinks with some colleagues and friends.'
He huffed at that, muttering something too low for you to hear. It made you prickle, for sure that it was at your expense. Maybe you should stick in your earphones, stop talking and just treat this like the transaction that it was. You drummed your fingers against the door panel, breath fogging up the window as you stared out aimlessly.
A few beats passed like that, quiet settling uncomfortably in the car like an itchy blanket. You could feel it, wanted to shift away or throw it off or something, but a glance outside at the damp, litter-strewn street kept you still. Better just to endure the discomfort if it got you home.
The snick of the locks disengaging made you jolt, drowsiness dispersing at the sudden shock of cool air from in front.
A man, almost as tall and broad as your driver, settled into the front passenger seat. His eyes, flinty under his stern brow, mapped the length and breadth of your bundled form. His lips twitched under his mustache, amusement or disbelief carved into the burgeoning smile.
'What's this, then? Picked up a stray?'
You bristled a little, scintilla of apprehension raising the hairs on your arms. They shared a look, something warm and familiar passing between them as the idling engine hummed back to life. They sat in front, black-clad and broad shoulder to broad shoulder nearly blocking your entire view of the dash.
'It's your rideshare, in't it?' the driver grunted as he pulled away from the curb.
'Booked a cab, did you sweetheart?' the stranger turned to you, strong face in profile. You could make out fragments - high nose bridge, dark hair, mutton chops obscuring most of his face. The darkness veiled the details, like staring at a painting through gauze. He was the image, the impression of a man, yes, but distant. Unsettling.
'Clearly,' tiredness and nerves made you sharp. Brittle. You sunk further into the seat, clutching your bag on your lap. As if it could act as a barrier. A shield.
A string of tension hummed, taut and quavering. You tried to ignore, watching streetlamps blur together outside, it but it whirred high and distracting. They noticed it too, you thought, shoulders squaring up as muscles tensed and flexed. The stranger huffed through his nose, proud and steady as an ox. You swore that you heard the driver chuckle under his breath, a low hehehe as he indicated right and turned off from the M60.
'Testy one, I see,' he hummed, disapproving. 'Gonna have to fix that attitude.'
The string snapped, you snapped, 'Look, Sir, I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't fancy a chat. I'm just trying to get home.'
You fumbled in your bag for your earphones, hoping to drown out any awkward silences or terse comments.
'Alright, that's enough of that. Simon, pull over.'
You looked up, half in alarm and half at the authoritative tone of his voice. The driver, Simon apparently, swerved into the hard shoulder with a 'roger that'.
The tattoo beat of your heart drowned out your thoughts, heavy thumps rushing past your ears and thrumming down to your fingertips. You scrambled for the doorhandle, scratching clumsily like a mouse.
'What are you doing? Is this some kind of Chuckle Brothers double act because if so, it's not funny,' your words fell like fragile little shards, hoping to cut but shattering in the air. Your pitch rose, 'You want the bag, my things? I'll report you, you shouldn't be fucking working this job.'
Your phone felt heavy in your hand, shaking fingers missing the keypad as you tried to type the password.
The stranger sighed heavily, patronising. Like you were inconveniencing him in some way. You licked you lips and glanced up, ready to run your mouth again as the app loaded.
A steely glint by the central console strangled the words in your throat.
'Didn't want to have to do this sweetheart,' the stranger's lips quirked up in a sad, half-smile. You scanned his face, seeing no note of hesitation. Just cool, steady eyes and that stupid, fake smile. 'Hand that over, nice and easy.'
Neurons fired, trying to make connections or plans. Trying to assess. Here you were, alone in a car with two strange men. You shouldn't hand your phone to them, you could barely feel your fingers anymore, never mind unfurl them from the edges of the case. If you handed over your phone - your lifeline- then what?
If you didn't hand it over, you had the answer to that question from the barrel of the gun pointed your way.
You stared at it, dull silver in the dark. Like a cynosure, it pulled your gaze towards it. A sick facsimile of the North Star, leading you away from safety and further into the den of the wolves ahead.
Your animal instincts screamed, struggled, but lost as you passed your phone into his large, calloused grasp.
'Good girl,' he smiled fully then, round cheeks and bright eyes masking the coldness beneath. 'Don't get fussy now - Simon, the locks - just sit tight and you'll be home in no time.'
You tugged futilely at the handle, useless now that Simon had engaged the child-safety lock.
'I don't live down this way, I- this is not the right way,' you licked your lips again, mouth dry and bitter with the taste of rising bile. You could see, now, that you wouldn't be going home that night. Your next words tasted acrid, tinged with defeat. 'Why are you doing this?'
'Thought ya wanted to come wiv us,' Simon's gravelly voice cut in, amusement warming the pitch into something mocking. 'Why else jump into a strange car?'
'You said you were my taxi, you confirmed-'
'Did I?' you saw his eyebrow quirk, dead predator eyes meeting yours once more through the rear-view mirror. 'Not very good at lookin' after y'rself, are ya?'
Your quick little breaths fogged up the window beside you. It was hard to see, hard to think. But clearly, not thinking had brought you this far. You didn’t think to accept your friends' offer, didn’t think to properly check the license plates, didn't think open the app and check the journey status.
There must have been something of surrender in the tremble of your lips. In the flickering of your wide, glossy eyes. It scented the air, whetting the appetite of the beasts in front of you, swirling around their chops.
'S'alright, love. We'll get ya home. Get ya taken care of.'
Lacrima painted your lash line, salty and hot as it brimmed over and down your cheeks.
You heard a rustle, felt a rough thumb brushing at your tears. The stranger had reached back, large hand nudging your face back up to look at him.
'No more tears, now, c'mon,' he dug his into the corner of your mouth, tugging your lips into a coy, marionette simper. 'Smile, sweetheart. The rest of the boys are dying to meet you.'
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Bit rushed, but hey 🤷♀️. This has probs been done before but here's my spin. Apologies for the lack of fics lately! Feel like I'm getting my groove back so should have some actual content out soon.
#yeah idk simon and price were on a mission and are using a stolen car#and poor little reader got all mixed in it#simon is an opportunist ey#báirseach writes#simon riley cod#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley/reader#captain john price#john price/reader#john price x reader#simon riley/john price/reader#dark 141#reader x 141#dark fic
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If there was one more dance I'd want to go to in my whole life, it would be the Stars Hollow High prom. I'm getting tickets this week.
#narrator: he would not in fact be getting tickets that week#literati#rory gilmore#jess mariano#rory x jess#jess x rory#gilmore girls#literatiedit#rorygilmoreedit#jessmarianoedit#gilmoregirlsedit#my gifs#*#look at her little happy face#she was so excited to go to prom with him#and his I’m-so-in-love-with-you-I’d-do-anything-you-asked face#yeah it doesn’t matter that the car I worked my ass off for got stolen#cause I’ve got you so everything’s fine <3#:(
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I feel like the ao3 authors curse is finally hitting me all at once now after peacefully watching and waiting from the sidelines.
#bones speaks#I mIGHT. keyword might make rent this month. I got covid during a time where it is CRUCIAL for me to make enough money for next months rent.#and NOT ONLY THAT my twins 1k mountain bike got stolen. something we desperately need if our car gets totaled#which a mechanic said it was only months from doing so… he told us this six months ago#well fuck#bones rants#I feel like I got cursed or some shit. I’m making more potion jars tonight
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Motherfucker stole my car and send me this picture 🤬
#dank memes#funny post#meme#dank#funny#funny pics#silly#funny pictures#dankest memes#humor#deer#cars#my car got stolen yesterday
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#sonic palooza 2024#round two: week two: 2024#poll#archie sonic#shard the metal sonic#shadow the hedgehog 2005#black doom#haha sorry this is so late lol my brother's car got stolen and i was stranded at a mall :P it sucked#but im here now! *dies*
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random procrastinating but as i'm writing the next ygyth chapter i'm realizing more and more that i'm actually like. kind of really bummed out and demotivated that the first episode had so many similarities to the first chapter LMFAO like a new reader is gonna come to it now and be like oh this sucks this is boring and uninspired this just ripped off the show and i'm gonna be like nooooo look at the dateeeeee
idk i just feel like it's not gonna get any new readers at this point. i'm locking the door no one gets in no one gets out
also i think a lot of people are going to drop off now that their image of oz has been shattered and that's fair i don't think those people would have liked the direction ygyth goes anyway. it's just like hmmmm. really should have been faster huh
#and i think i got my thunder stolen a couple times with some future plot points lmfao#i can't believe they also plagiarized stuff that only existed in my mind can you believe that#since the last update of ygyth i graduated college got a job moved states got my own apartment a new car a relationship#like Man.#at the very least i'll just write it for Me. my favorite scene is so far away. and we're just getting to the good stuff#ygyth tag
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rouge the bat t-shirt design! went shopping at hot topic recently and i couldn't find a shirt i liked. so i made my own!! hopefully sometime i'll print this...
fun fact: this is my first picture protected by artshield! die AI!!!!!
#topharts#sth#team dark#rouge the bat#i gave her a choker for funsies :D#this has been one of the most detailed pieces i've made in a while#please like and reblog! it would mean a lot#crazy thing happened during the hot topic trip... my bro's car got stolen :( it was pretty freaky#it's been found tho! but idk how the condition is.... let's hope it's not wrecked.#pls pray for my brother! he's really worried about his car
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just a little ahsoka doodle from a bit ago <3
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#thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me#i have a larger piece that i’m still working on for someone that will be coming along soon#and thank you to everyone who contributed and donated to help out after our car was stolen#thanks to everyone’s help we’re going to be able to make bills work this month#my wife got an excellent job offer two days ago and i feel like i can finally breathe#things will be good again soon 😌#ahsoka tano#ahsoka#ahsoka star wars#brown eyed ahsoka supremacy lol#ahsoka fanart#star wars art#star wars fanart#sw art#sw fanart#digital illustration#procreate#artists of tumblr#artists on tumblr#scout.png
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uuuuuuggghhhhhhhh
#was already not thrilled about some random guy moving in as new third roommate#but discovering he is the kind of moron who leaves a gun in an unlocked car has ratcheted that up 100%#(and the kind of person who would move in somewhere without telling the other roommates they own a firearm. WTF dude?)#the gun got stolen bc of aforementioned unlocked car so that’s no longer an immediate concern but I am not happy#(longtime followers may remember I’ve both lived and worked in cities traumatized by gun violence. I don’t like them)
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thinking about this damn text convo with my mom today still has me wanting to punch walls like 🗿
#personal#she took my car this morning & didnt respond to any of my messages & for some weird ass reason ig my dad just said#‘bad news ur car is gone’ & refused to elaborate so ofc i spent 3 hours of my morning freaking out it got STOLEN#he was probs trying to cover for her or some shit but like. she had this docs appt scheduled for MONTHS & knew i was working today + taking#someone to work… like yes i still live under ur roof but fuck me man u ALSO have ur own cars stop takong mine !!!#so damn embarrassing to tell my friend theyd have to take a lyft like i paid for it & they said it was fine but still 😭#im just in the kitchen cooking all pissed af 🙈
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