#didnt even make it out of brooklyn to get to work

[oldmanlogan]

hi guys im a lil wild rn next couple hours days might be a little crazy all im saying

[mayearies]

˚ʚ ©hiimayee ɞ˚

OPEN ARMS? …. miles g. morales ⟡

જ⁀➴ genre : angst | warnings : breakup, no happy ending, lengthy blurb

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ note! : yeah this made me cry if u cry sorrieee

miles knew you too well. you wanted him to choose a new path in life, and he thought different.

you liked to take him out on random dates sometimes. walks around brooklyn, stay up talking, but most of all—convincing him he doesn’t need to do this. he’s heard it a thousand times. he has to.

today was a bad day to catch him. and he would later come to you in the dead of night and find your endless persuasive ramblings being an earworm for him.

“ listen. i get your point, i seriously do. but can you shut up with the prowler shit. for five seconds.”

“ i’m sorry-”

“ i just- i dont wanna talk about it, okay?”

miles wasn’t like this all the time. in fact, he was rather sweet towards you. no matter how annoyed he was, he was usually nice. but he didn’t look recognizable to you anymore. he looked disappointed.

he didn’t hold your hand like he used to when you walked down the street, he was more distant. and you didn’t see him as much anymore.

the ringing of your protests against him were always in his ear, even if you weren’t speaking. thats just what made him more upset. but he didn’t know what to be upset at.

you walked slightly beside him. he would slow down if you trailed too far behind. you didn’t know if you should follow him back home. suddenly, he stopped. “ can i ask you somethin’?”

“ mhm.”

“ do you really think i’m a hero?”

you knew what he had to see. some die, some live, some injured. some of those he had to inflict. but he said he did it for the greater good. for you and brooklyn. “ …i don’t know.”

miles scoffed at your answer, kicking the rocks on the pavement. his sudden change startled you a bit. “ great answer. just absolutely amazing.”

now, there’s one thing here. he can be upset all he wants. but he shouldn’t gain an attitude.

“ you need to chill out-”

“ don’t tell me what to do, [name].”

he doesn’t use your first name a lot. what happened to nicknames? what happened to ‘ma?’ ‘darling?’ ‘amor?’ what happened to those? are they just lost to time now..?

his distance was bothering you. he just wasn’t miles anymore. you don’t know who this is. is this the prowler you’re talking to? you grabbed his wrist making him stumble back. “ i’m worried! i’m worried about you.”

“ well don’t.” snapping at you was something he never did. never once in his life. he would tell you to back off, yeah, but never like that before. “ i’m fine.”

“that’s bullshit!”

he was really trying not to snap at you right now. you were working his last nerve. he doesn’t want to argue. he just wants you to leave it alone and move on. as you always do.

he huffed before relaxing his expression. “ look. just don’t worry about me, alright?” he paused, “ you hear me? just stop.”

you felt unheard. you felt so ignored. " you're a fucking liar! do you expect me not to worry about you when you come to my window at three in the morning? covered in bruises?! is that how you wanna play this out!?"

miles’ expression turned stern. even as he began to shake a little. you couldn’t believe this was miles. “ you think i’m still your sweet boy ?? do you really think that !?"

he looked hurt, he wasn’t happy.

" …i-" you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. he used to be so loving. so caring. it didnt feel like he was here at all. he just felt like a stranger. someone who walked all over your heart.

“ forget it-” silence filled the thick atmosphere again.

“ do you even think im alive, miles?"

miles stopped walking, he looked back quickly. he seemed confused.. and a little hurt. he saw you on the verge of crying. he would always say if he made you cry, he would never forgive himself for that.

" do you think im here? do you think i just-" your voice started breaking, " i just dont ever think about what you're going through? when i clean up your blood from my sheets? do you think i dont care?"

you cant avoid the inevitable, huh? yeah. he thought that too. he knew this would happen. “ because i assure you— i do care. i care more than- more than anyone else! anyone else that you know as a friend. thats why i ask. but you never tell me. never once. i do all of this for you, and i get nothing. miles.”

miles sighed, he had always felt this way—he didn’t deserve you. he knew he didn’t. you? he doesn’t know. it’s just hard for him to show how he really feels sometimes. “ ..please know i care.” he paused, wrapping his arms around you.

“ i really do. i hate to see you so worried about me.. and i hate that i have to put you through that.” he looked down over your shoulder, ashamed.

"then why? why, miles?"

miles paused for a minute, trying to find the right words. “ i have to do it.” he knew those weren’t the words you wanted to hear.

"for what sake!?"

" …i can’t just stand by..” miles sighed, his voice becoming weak. " i can’t."

you cried into his jacket as he rubbed your back. you knew a solution to this. you did, but it wouldn’t be pretty. it wouldn’t be anything considered nice.

pulling away, you stared at you feet. some tears still dripping to the pavement, "… maybe it isnt best… we see each other right now." your breath was shaky, and you could feel his demeanor change. "its just- you have a lot on your plate and… i dont wanna be involved in that."

miles was now silent, there didn’t seem to be anything he could say right now. he felt defeated, like there wasn’t anything he could do to change your mind. “ are you sure?”

you sighed lightly, “ no.”

you knew it had to happen. it was the only way to catch him a break. this was for him, not you. "you cant have it all, miles. i just wish we had better timing… you know?" you were on the verge of crying again.

miles was trying his best to keep you from crying. he knew that. he was lucky enough to even know you. he wish you met somewhere else. some other universe. “ no- please don’t cry. don’t do this to me.." he took his hand to yours, he really didn’t want this to be the last time you talked.

you had to let him go. you had to. it was for the greater good.

miles was still waiting with his hand in yours.. “ please. just tell me your not going to leave. im sorry." he said, he sounded.. really worried. he hated this.

"i just.. feel like i cant love you the same.."

miles had frozen, he didn’t know what to say. he felt like you were leaving forever. tears had started to form in his eyes, he was speechless. those were the words he’s always feared. the one thing he wanted to avoid.

“ please don’t leave me.. it’s just- i dont- i dont know what to do anymore. please. i love you.”

even after everything, you still believed he could figure it out. but you weren’t part of that equation at all. you could see his breath hitching softly as tears stained his face.

you cupped his face and smiled weakly at him. "… meet me in a year. just… find yourself before you find me. can you promise me that?"

your eyes looked pleading and caring. he shakily nodded his head which made you giggle a little. he seemed to have calmed down now, and was prepared for whatever the future has to hold. “ you’re a pretty crier, y’know?”

“ heh,” he sniffled, “ you never fail to make me smile.”

even with all his doubts, he still couldnt grasp how he met someone like you. you were his everything. everything he liked in one. he couldn’t ask for any less.

“i’ll be waiting for you with open arms, mamita.”

and he did. but you never came.

as i said before. you can’t avoid the inevitable, yeah?

afterwards note! : my layout will continue to be inconsistent thanks for asking

[greghatecrimes]

i came out to my parents as trans (via text) but they havent had any reaction yet and we're still pretending that it didnt happen so uhh maybe if we could have some trans house hcs while i wait for the verdict ? (i am incredibly nervous)

transmasc house/wilson, nb thirteen, whatever chase has going on maybe ? whatever you're feeling

⚡️

First of all, I am so proud of you. I know how stressful and scary that is and I wish I could give you a giant hug. As Captain Holt once said in Brooklyn Nine Nine: “Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place.” I am so hoping for you that the reaction is positive or at least neutral. Feel free to drop messages in my inbox whenever, I’m here for ya❤️

Recently I’ve been thinking about a version of Baby Ducks AU where Chase is transmasc. House getting custody of 5 y/o Roberta Chase and immediately deciding he is not calling her that because that’s a grandmother’s name. He asks her if there’s a name she goes by. She says she doesn’t know. Her family just called her Roberta. House asks if there’s something she’d *like* to go by, and she’s not sure. She asks House why people call him House. House explains that it’s his last name and in his field of work, people are usually known by their last names. Roberta hears this and decides that if everyone can call House “House”, she’s going to go by her last name, Chase. House is happy to oblige.

House and Wilson noticing quickly that Chase prefers clothes that aren’t super feminine and has interests and hobbies that are more on the masculine side in comparison to Thirteen; very tomboy ish. (Not that Thirteen is a girly girl. I think she’d be pretty evenly split between feminine and masculine hobbies, interests, toys, etc in Baby Ducks AU). Chase gets put into soccer (insists on calling it by its proper name “football” even though Hilson explain Americans won’t understand that) and *loves it*. For Halloween, Chase and Thirteen propose to Hilson that they go as the Skywalker twins from Star Wars. Chase readily volunteers to be Luke. (Sometimes, Thirteen calls Chase “Luke”, even when they’re not playing Star Wars.)

After Halloween, Chase makes a comment about “I wish I could be a boy all the time, not just on Halloween”, and House and Wilson are immediately paying attention and wanting to know more (so they can help, of course). That’s the first time they consider that Chase might just be a boy instead of a girl who’s a tomboy. After exploring that with Chase, they very quickly find out that they have a daughter and a son, not two daughters.

(When Hilson & Chase explain the whole thing to Thirteen, she’s absolutely thrilled to have a brother because now they’re “JUST like Luke and Leia!!!”)

[tunamic]

maria and louise sketches #1

so i had this random idea that i just COULDN’T get out of my head.

i hadn’t really seen any genderbend of mario and luigi as much as i had seen peach. and when i did see some, they were mostly just anime girls with red and green caps on. so i kept wondering how a girl version, *with their original form in mind*, would look like. 

that’s sort of the difficulty of this thing,how would their bodytype translate to a femme form?, what would i do without their mustaches? it’s their trademark! how could you tell its mario and luigi without their iconic mustaches?. what about their noses?.  also using references from the already existing girl characters in the mario universe, most of them wear lipstick, would mario and luigi have to wear lipstick then? what about their hair?. but im also thinking about how nintendo designs girl characters and try to match that to make it as canon looking as possible

explaining the pictures

1 - the motive behind the lipstick idea. shows their hair with and without their hats, how much would be visible with them on. to sort of match the og design instead of having their bangs under the hats which just looks funky.

2 - paper mario/smaller looking/manga design, mario and luigi have very expressive faces and body shapes and i didnt want the genderbend to prevent that bc “girls r supposed to be pretty statues buh buh buh” that typically makes them look stiff or like just hot girls in a masceraude. m&l have a typical “squash and stretch duo” (i swear this makes sense pls look it up). the bodies are supposed to look neutral, that could belong to either the guys or girls and shows their natural body shape while holding the same goofyness.

3/4 - lipstick ideas, a natural shade vs the brown matching the OG’s mustaches and their hair. the brown and natural lipstick shade works better(imo) than something the girls from peach’s universe would typically wear like red or pink. the brown and nude color just sort of reflects their whole “we’re just two italian guys from brooklyn who get down and dirty with our sewage plumbing job” so i dont think they’d wear anything bright even if they were girls, if they even wear lipstick at all!! it doesnt matter which one really. 

5/6 - rough body sketches. the blue one is their bodies more semi-“realistically” or just more like the usual art style, you can see the curve and flops. the red is more rounded up, basically how those 3d nintendo models of mario and luigis bodies, simpler shapes, smooth with no interruption, how nintendo would model their bodies in games basically. you can see the simple little tummy luigi has on louise’s body too. basically a “if u remove the boobs its basically them” as identical bodies as possible. 

this is not the finished product, as i still have their clothes to go. maybe i’ll even add voice headcanons?. again, i dont know where this urge came from but i love complicating already existing character design :D

[pbandjesse]

I felt so bad today I had to stay home. My voice was totally gone. I couldn't even laugh!! Nothing would come out! Terrible. Uncomfortable. I was not having a very good day.

I didn't sleep great. I actually fell asleep sleeping on my back which I literally never do. I just couldn't get comfortable breathing on my side.

When I woke up I was coughing so hard. We think I have bronchitis. James told me I shouldn't go to work. And they were correct. I was worried about moving the car to the correct side of the street. And they said that if that was what was worrying me then they would go do that.

I would wash my face and did my lotions to try to feel better. But I still needed to stay home and stay in bed.

I don't remember James leaving. Which made James very worried when I told them that later. But I just somehow missed that conversation. Like I remember them coming in to check on me. And asking if they should bring anything home for me. But I missed them saying goodbye. So I was slightly distressed. But I would be alright.

My voice was very hoarse. I decided I should just try my best to not talk. Rest my voice and my body.

I would have my little sandwich James had made for me. Today was not exciting. I had my sandwich and enjoyed looking out the window. I watched a lot of videos. I texted with Jess. I texted with Celia. We came up with a silly plan about voting for best bird of the session next summer. I was not feeling great but I was trying to be positive.

I would gaslight myself into thinking I was fine when I didnt cough for a few minutes and then I would cough so hard I thought I was dying. My chest and throat feel bruised. It was pretty rough.

I thought about sleeping. But while my body was exhausted from coughing, my brain was totally awake. So I just spent a lot of time playing on my phone. Writing emails. Watching videos. Jess told me to be nice to myself and I was trying!

I just wanted to be fixed. I accidently kicked Sweetp and couldn't even apologize. It was tough.

I got an email from a fieldtrip next week and there was a mistake on our end with our calendar. Which then lead to a bunch of phone tag with Alexi and Elizabeth. I didn't realize Elizabeth was still on jury duty. And she didn't know I was home and it was just a lot of back and forth trying to figure out how to fix this. And it'll be fine but it is a little annoying we got all flip flopped.

James would come home soon enough. And we had discussed how I wanted taco bell. So they would take me there. Which honestly helped me feel a lot better. After they cooled off and I got shoes on, they had a quick call with Dante. I tried to say hi but it was just a squeak. And then we were off.

We drove out to Brooklyn park. And got to watch the pretty sunset over the water. Speaking of water there is going to be an event soon to jump in the harbor because it's safe to swim now. Mostly. I want to jump in the harbor?! James does too.

We got taco bell. It was great. I ate it on the drive back and it was exactly what I wanted.

When we got back here James took all our Halloween decorations down. Hung up the blanket I got them as a wall tapestry. Love it. We will wait to put our Christmas decor up until Thanksgiving. Though we need to get our Christmas egg down. We are trying to start a tradition. The ceremonial opening of the egg. Which is a little Christmas scene inside. Love the egg. We opened it last year after Thanksgiving dinner. That's the tradition. We're going to make it a whole thing.

We have been hanging out since then. James made themselves pizza dough. I laid in bed. Eventually I went and took a bath and it helped my chest congestion a little. But I'm still suffering.

I am going to try to sleep soon. I want to go to work tomorrow. So I really hope I feel a little better then I do right now. When I just started coughing so hard I started crying. Sucks. I do not like this.

I love you all though. And I hope we all feel better

[regina-cordium]

literally nobody asked for this, but if i’m not bringing half-baked daemon aus to every fandom i’m vaguely in, literally what is the point of me

things to keep in mind:

I literally have the daemon forum open in another tab. this is essentially stream of consciousness. virginia woolf who?

mostly based on livesies if only because that’s the one i’ve seen the most, but there’s some touches of 92sies (aka Sarah Jacobs is here because I love her and it’s pride month, this is my lesbian agenda)

Literally only two characters have canon ages (Jack at 17 and Les at 9). The actors in livesies are obviously a lot older than the actors in 92sies so i’m kinda like. averaging the ages out lmao

that being said, a lot of the kids’ daemons wouldn’t be settled so i think this will just focus on the ones whose would be

also i don’t know the name of all the newsies i didnt get sucked TOO deep into the fandom in 2012 or 2017, so i’m playing catch up like a full decade later, pls be gentle with me

OH ALSO probably no daemon names bc i tend to put a fair amount of research into the names and i don’t have the brain cells for that right now lol

ANYWAY

JACK -- francis “jack kelly” sullivan. loyal, warm, welcoming, protective, friendly, flirty, desperately wants to be selfish but knows in his heart of hearts he can’t. street smart but maybe not too book smart. clever, quick thinker, dreamer (”i can’t spend my whole life dreaming/even thought that’s all i seem inclined to do”)

His daemon’s a blue jay, for sure. look at those core traits:

socially flexible extrovert -- out going, loyal to his boys but still open to new friendships/connections (he looked at davey and went “oh im gonna be his best friend.” was ready and willing to work with the other boroughs during the strike. the charismatic leader who makes everyone feel welcome and listened to

aggressive/confrontational -- my man started a strike. duh.

bold/adventurous -- his whole santa fe thing, wants to DO THINGS. i had more words to say here but they have abandoned me.

resourceful/innovative -- decided to start a strike after, like, 10 seconds of thinking. after flirting with katherine, his whole “today we stopped the scabbers, tomorrow we stop the wagons” speech (i definitely misremembered the first half). though he Does have to be bullied into it, he does know each step the strike needs to take, and knows how to do it even after plan a fails. the whole once and for all/using pulitzer’s own fucking printing press to print the children’s crusade?? c’mon man, who would’ve thought of it

shrewd -- observant!! sees what’s place in front of him and immediately knows how to work with it. looks at his boys and knows immediately what they need!

communicative -- okay, he has A Little trouble with this, but he’s also a 17 year old boy. they’d rather die than communicate. HOWEVER. he goes himself to speak with spot conlon and the brooklyn newsies, aka the most important allies they’ve got. turns davey’s big/expressive words into those the other newsies would understand (jack would’ve explained what auspicious meant. i know he would’ve)

status-orientated -- i’m interpreting this differently than i’m probably meant to. i think he’s more status AWARE. he knows who to go after for the biggest impact. he knows the leaders of the other boroughs and how to sweet talk them. he knows that going after weasel and the delanceys ultimately accomplishes nothing and he has to go straight to the top, etc etc

DAVID -- davey jacobs. one strong breeze away from a panic attack. SO good at hiding it. yknow the song razzle dazzle from chicago, that’s essentially “if you’re really good at making people think you know what you’re doing, they won’t stop to consider you’re full of shit” that’s kinda davey. he’s the most educated of the newsies and uses that to his advantage. talks himself out of trouble, which would be better if he hadn’t talked himself INTO the trouble in the first place. one day, like, 2 years into him being a newsie, race stops and is like “hey. do we even know davey’s favorite color?” is so good at letting people think they know all about him without actually giving away the actual deep knowledge of himself. he’s so tired. he’s not the group mom, he’s the exhausted uncle who was asked to babysit for a day that turned into him adopting the fucking kids.

okay, i’m torn between two, but I think caracal is my ultimate decision (the giant otter shrew was my other choice, if anyone cares)

socially tolerant introvert -- he’ll step forward as the co-leader of the manhattan boys during the strike, but by god is gonna have a panic attack about it later. he understands it’s important, though, that he put the idea in jack’s head and that jack relies on him to be the brains to his brawn. besides, it’s not hard to stand up for the newsies when he genuinely likes the kids (yes, even albert. it surprised him, too). after the strike, he’s perfectly content to let jack go back to sole leader and race back to second-in-command

adaptable -- went from schoolboy to newsie to strike leader in less than 24 hours. he showed up for his first day of selling papes. went to bed. showed up for his second day. saw the prices went up. made the mistake of saying the word “strike” around jack. suddenly is running a strike. and my man Did Not Falter

sensing/aware -- knows exactly what to say to boost the newsies (”seize the day”, anyone?). he can take stock of a situation in, like, .02 seconds and know how to move from there

communicative/expressive -- he’s called the walking mouth. need i say more.

confident/assertive -- during “world will know” he joins jack up on the scaffolding to get the chalk from the guy who writes out the headlines. when jack’s aggressiveness didn’t work, davey stepped up and talked the guy into stepping aside. just because he’s anxious doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to project confidence (it helps that the newsies all have his back and hype him up)

opportunistic -- like. literally everything that happens. something or someone stumbles, he steps right up and takes over. jack scabs? well, fuck him i’m the leader now. also during “watch what happens (reprise)” when jack is like “joe’s a jerk/he’s a rattlesnake” davey is IMMEDIATE with the “you’re right!/and you know why a snake starts to rattle?” like “oop jackie said something i can use against him! haha!”

focused/patient -- literally wwhr again!! jack is being bitter and refusing to help and davey’s like “well, i’m gonna go win a strike soooo”

a lot of the implied/negotiable traits fit really well too

KATHERINE -- katherine pulitzer plumber. could’ve let her father pave the way to her future, but went and got it for herself. refused to let herself stay in the social pages. hell, she decided she wanted a CAREER and WENT OUT AND GOT IT despite it being 1899!! (”a girl? it’s a girl! how the hell? is that even legal???”). smart as a whip (davey fully believes she’s smarter than him, and he’s right!)

i do kinda like the idea of her having one of those prissy-looking white cats with the long hair, mostly because the kat/kitty jokes would be hilarious. however, katherine herself isn’t prissy, so i ultimately don’t think it’d work.

she would be a black-billed magpie (although i think an argument could be made for black-winged kite)

extroverted/socially flexible -- she’s a reporter, she’s gotta be out there making friends and shaking hands. she’s literally friends with other children of newspaper tycoons AND the newsies. nobody is wrong as a friend

opportunistic/adaptable -- it’s not said How she first hears about the strike, but it’s safe to assume it’s her father. she bursts into jacobi’s deli and is like “hi i’m covering your strike now, good luck getting rid of me.” she saw an opportunity to FINALLY get out of the social pages, and by god is gonna grab it with both hands

confident -- i mean, look at her. katherine knows who she is and what she wants, and she doesn’t really give a shit what everyone else thinks

proactive/short-term planner -- listen. she’s confident, she knows what she wants. i NEVER said she thought out all the steps before hand. she’s just VERY good at making people believe she’s got it all figured out (much like davey)

manipulative -- okay, this is another one where i’m definitely not taking it the way i should. BUT. i mean. she’s a reporter. what reporter hasn’t twisted some words (”a little hyperbole never hurt anyone”)

cooperative -- literally working with a small army of newsies to spread their cause

perceptive -- again. reporter. She Sees All. yknow how moms always convince their kids they have eyes on the back of their head? that’s katherine. mush is convinced she knows when he’s lying. she doesn’t, but he overcompensates for it that it becomes obvious

again, a lot of the inferred and negotiable traits also fit

RACETRACK -- racetrack higgins. this lanky motherfucker.  he’s jack’s second in command so i do think he’s one of the older newsies, mayyyybe 16? i think he was only like 13 in 92sies, but meh. canon is a toy box and i’m a destructive toddler. i really like the headcanon going around that he’s a wiz with numbers and just assumes everyone else is too. he’s a bitch (affectionate) and sarcastic and literally doesn’t even sell in manhattan, but he’s ride or die for his boys.

his daemon is a raccoon, and he was furious when he settled (i. did not mean to type he, been having a lot of trouble typing today, but yknow what fuck it race has a male daemon. fuck you thats why) like. “people already see us as literaly garbage, why the fuck did you have to settle as a raccoon are you fucking kidding me?”

independent -- again. his second-in-command of the manhattan newsies, yet sells every day in brooklyn.i cannot for the life of me find it, or even remember Which actor it was, but one of the guys who played race said that he does his own thing and doesn’t keep himself stuck in manhattan (really takes “we goes were we wishes/we as free as fishes” literally)

socially flexible -- again, will make friends with kids from other boroughs (fully unrelated but i have not spelled boroughs correctly once in this post, shoutout to spell check lmao), while still being loyal to manhattan. might be a little in love with a newsie from brooklyn, who knows! not him! definitely doesn’t know that for sure!

conflict-avoidant -- look. he’ll roughhouse with the guys and get in stupid squabbles with other newsies and throw a punch or two when he absolutely has to, but he’s not a fighter. much like davey, he prefers to talk his way out of the trouble he talked himself into. he wasn’t immediately on board with the strike, seemed like a lot of trouble for AT BEST no change

intuitive/curious -- look, a man doesn’t walk across an entire bridge every day because he’s not curious about what’s going on in other places. he’s jack’s eyes and ears, because he’s just a fucking nosy little shit who wants to know everybody’s business

adaptable/opportunistic -- yall sensing a theme here? (”got a feeling ‘bout a headline/i’ll make up a headline/and i’ll say anything i hafta”). after jack scabs and fucks off, he has to step up with davey. really wish there was time in the movie OR musical for a scene about it, but davey needed support and race was right there to help

unambitious -- look. he’s pretty sure he’s only jack’s second because he’s been there the longest. he doesn’t know why jack picked him otherwise. he’s not gunning for leadership, he’s perfectly happy with where he is and what he’s go

SPOT -- sean “spot” conlon (yes i know sean is kinda a fanon name. i like it). the man, the myth, the legend. the reason everyone’s so scared of brooklyn. abrasive, rude, violent, looks out for his boys first and himself second, didn’t beat the shit out of race for selling in his borough.

i typically give assholes with hearts of gold pitbull daemons bc i think it’s funny, but like. pitbulls weren’t considered “bully” breeds in 1899 (i have a rant abt dogs being called “bully” breeds but i’ll keep my mouth shut) and idk what would’ve been. he definitely has a canine though.

this is a bit of a different analysis, because i’m using both the daemon forum AND wikipedia to get the time-appropriate facts, but i’m feeling english bulldog

in historical record, bulldogs were used for bull-baiting (which is insane. these small ass dogs baiting LITERAL BULLS. they really just did Whatever in the past, huh). they were athletic, with powerful jaws, high stamina, and short fuses. modern bulldogs are, uh. a little goofier and decidedly less athletic. poor spot. at least a lot of traditional domestic dog traits still apply

playing fast and loose with the core traits from tdf here, but self-assured/confident -- did yall see “brooklyn’s here”? my man has the cockiest grin i’ve ever seen in my LIFE

stubborn/determined -- sticks to his word of waiting to see if jack would fold before getting brooklyn involved in the strike (and he was right!! jack fucking folded!!). once he makes a decision, he sticks to it. it’s fucking impossible to change his mind (race finds it charming; hotspot finds it makes him wanna bash his head against a wall)

under the overview section on tdf, the “social” and “stress” sections fit very well. while spot has the WORST rb and comes off as cold towards others, he cares DEEPLY abt brooklyn and puts their needs first, no matter what. he’s loyal and caring to those who he claims as His

he’s thick-skinned, adaptable, and willing to forgive jack once jack comes back with a plan and a new fire under his ass

i just processed giving the kid named SPOT a dog daemon. god i’m hilarious.

CRUTCHIE -- Charles “Crutchie” Morris. i honestly don’t know what daemon he’d have!! he’s kind, loyal, understanding, an eternal optimist. he also lets himself get stepped over, lets others take advantage of that kindness. stands up for everybody but his damn self.

WAIT okay actually, i think an african wild dog would be perfect

social extrovert -- he’s so friendly!! he likes making other people smile, he’s always there to hype his friends up, he’ll do whatever and talk to whomever he has to to help his friends

conflict avoidant/passive/tolerant -- look. he talks a big game (”y’see this mister pulitzer?!”) but he knows he’s not a fighter. jack’s the brawn. he’s willing to let bygones be bygones. maybe roughhouse with the guys a bit, but nothing intense or serious

determined/hardworking/ambitious -- people look and talk down to him because of his disability, but he doesn’t let that stop him. he’s out selling every day with jack, he’s right out there with everyone during the strike. he doesn’t let anyone stop him from whatever he sets his mind to

cooperative/caring -- i’m putting these two together because i think, for him, they’re hand in hand. he has a massive heart; he cares SO MUCH and wants his friends -- his family -- to be safe and happy. like i said, he’ll work with whomever he has to in order to insure that happens

people pleaser/doormat -- let crutchie be mean 2023!!!! he’s always looking out for the others, he doesn’t have any left to look out for himself!!!!

uh. this got longer than i thought it would it’s 5 am so i hope this all makes sense and also it’s not gonna get buried away because i’m posting at such an awkward time lmao

F U C K i just realized i didn’t even get to sarah. augh. i’ll inevitably end up making another post abt this bc of what i’m like as a person, so i’ll talk abt her then sorrrrryyyyyyy

[the-chickenshit-oddity]

B99 Obsession Chart Season 1 :) PART TWO

SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SEASON ONE OF BROOKLYN 99

so, i'm rewatching B99, and a lot of it makes me want more stories, more details, more more more. so, here are my notes, and what they make me think of.

for efficiency's sake, this will also be where i "store" my B99 s1 prompts. might be some spoilers for later seasons if the inspiration came from watching this one. just look for links in there to see the prompts. also, some prompts might fit with multiple episodes/notes but they'll only be linked in one place, which will be whichever fitting one i've in front of me as i add the links, not necessarily the most fitting one of all of them. did that make sense?

1:13

Holt is shit at social stuff

Jake needs finance lessons very badly

“channel that passion into the dance” >> jake hanging out at gina (and diaz’) s dance lessons

>> charles’ ex wife’s new boyfriend’s hot tub party 27

>> amy learns stick

>> peraltiago meet cute on the manhattan bridge 28

1:14

Jake’s shit at sharing

>> gina takes secret fight lessons, 99 teaches gina self defense and shit 29

1:15

Jake doesnt have a dentist

Holt & terry play IRL sims

Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : be supportive to your partner (jake whos surprised)

1:16

Squad meets kevin

Jake went to dentist >> dragging 30

Finest vinyard in arkansas >> team trip 31

Amy has a mental breakdown

Jake watches jeopardy

DVR : bones, sherlock, how it’s made >> wtff??? 32

1:17

Terry’s sneaky dad lessons : witness is witness even if he looks dumb (amy & rosa)

Holt’s possessive

Jake lets the perfect girl go to help charles

1:18

The dad episode

>> holt & jake play catch

Gina buys jake’s place 34

Gina & jake both no dads, grow up w/ nana

Jake watched movie abt cop protect potus 12x 33

Boyle knows where to get loose hairs??

Jake never seen little mermaid 35

Amy knows music letters thingy

I would totes buy the toilet in the living room flat

Gross cream hair makes me pukey

Gina got flat @20

Jake dug thru amy’s bin during his own crisis because he’s a nosy little shit

Jake saying 33 gives me starkid aladdin flashbacks oh no

1:19

holt plays along to robot jokes, my boy grew up so fast look at him relaaaax

amy & teddy / rosa vs charles ep

cwazy cupcakes >> addicted holt thing, related stabby episode? 36

Jake’s into star wars?

“dressed like an airline pilot” >> holt colleague with douchebag peralta 37

Jake’s a good shot

Holt lactose intolerant

Scully calls jake jakey 38

1:20

Stupid diet for stupid people episode

Jake & boyle wedding prep ep

Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : teach dont freak out (rosa)

Jake’s a “chocolate guy”

>> amy apologises to hitchcock for wishing him to have aneurisms after aneurisms after ya get me 39

1:21

Holt’s hulahoop accident >> jake stalks to prove 40

Amy goes to the dentist

Jake is obsessed by his job

Martin looks wayyy younger than kevin >> + jake is a jealousy prone only child + kid fic 41

>> Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : how to make speeches (jake)

1:22

How’d you go from let’s get married and move to another country to let’s break up ???

Terry has plastic spoons we need an intervention

Holt says all his breakups were nice but there’s wooden duck guy

Scully has at least two kids

Jake stalks eddy fong cause he’s a lunatic

Jake says “i’m blind” which sends me to the mentalist episode

Holt’s sneaky dad lessons : good posture (go on guess...ya it’s jake again)

Just how often does jake say thrift store??

I really want all of jakes fake names to be names of people he arrested cause hes a work obsessed freak 42

Amy cant dance for shit

Jake CAN dance???

If holt told you to jump off a bridge – jake fucking would

Rosa’s face when she says ‘ive never dated anyone good’ REEKS of ‘i let the perfect girl get away because i didnt get out of my closet to ask her out” 43

Gina and boyle shag

[wanderrlust0]

…continued…

yeah thats what ive been dealing with for like a year now omg bc we first hung out last july and we basically hang out like every 5 MoNthS Lol okay not actually that long but like every 2 months about so yeah we dont even see each other that often?!? so lemme catch up with them and not have to worry about upsetting him and also thats why im even more anxious for when i tell him about the party thats a week after the concert bc it will be sooo soon like soooo soon considering our typical hang out gap and i wouldve brought my other friend but shes going to mexico!! so since they already came with me for her first party it technically does make sense to bring the same person with me and i also wouldnt be able to bring him bc he works every saturday but now hes in the middle of switching jobs so he actually might be free on saturdays soon and idk how soon but then what if he is actually free that saturday but i just decide to not go with him like will that make me an awful gf like idk but at the same time its a late party and ofc there will be drinks and he didnt drink last time when he met my friends for the first time but tbf it was a pretty quiet hangout so i cant rag him on that but say he comes like will he drink with me or be social or get bored or feel out of place. how long would he want to stay till he crashes or feels likes hes not having fun. he will be thinking about the like 20min drive back to his house and also the biggest biggest obstacle i think about is that he will know someone there already bc she was an old fling of his before he met me and she just happens to be my excoworkers gf;-; and she was there at the last party but i was blind, didnt notice, it was dark and i wasnt sober and its not like everyone who was there spoke and saw each other bc there were ofc a lot of diff cliques and we stayed near the same people but like people will walk by or youre chillin in the same area and its inevitable that theyll see each other so yeah thats honestly the main reason why i wouldnt wanna have him there which idk if thats selfish or bad of me bc its not like im scared something will happen ofc like i dont feel threatened by her or think that he’ll be into her now bc its been so long but like idk the thought of it feels weird to me esp since she already hit him up once after their friendship died out and she apologized and asked to get lunch w him and he politely declined and he told me about it after and thats how i know that they have history so its truly a small world where i live bc people got mutuals all over the place but yeah that concludes my insanely long thought and some background info between him and my friend) but i will tell him tomorrow about the concert (girl you better do istg) and tell him about the party a diff day

edit: i just told him and its 11:48pm omg. still made it before midnight

edit: 9.5 / um so obviously i didnt tell him that we went to the party together bc after lots of thinking and speaking to my best friend and dealing with his reaction to the concert, it was better to not tell him. i felt guilty for keeping it a secret but its true that i dont need to tell him every little thing. ofc not when it comes to being unfaithful but innocent things that would be better off not said is OKay. its not right.. but its not hurting anyone. to this day i still believe that hes better off not knowing bc the concert really put him over the edge and we argued so much from it. two of my friends actually did show up to the party as well bc they knew my coworker from hs so i was able to tell him that and i was so glad they showed up so i posted a pic w one of them and obvi posted none with snow. i also told them that he doesnt know were going together & explained why its for the better. last time we hung out was when we went to brooklyn dekalb market with their friend and that still caused some tension ofc..couldve been worse tho! but no actually seeing him after that was a reallyreally weird day filled with not a lot of talking or touching until it was night time and we were forced to speak. in the end he was able to snap us out of it bc the energy was actually. terrible. like awful. i wish i wasnt there. but we ended that night back to our normal selves and since then weve been really good since i havent hung out with snow in a month. ive also had a long talk with his sister and he ofc talks to her as well and she understands how i feel and how its unfair to me so she said she spoke to him and suggested that she hang out with me and snow one day since he clearly didnt want to. oh yeah as of now me and snow need a chaperone🥲chappell roan. the trust he has in us is currently still stuck to the bottom of the ocean and who knows when itll rise

[babydinojojo]

Day 3/ Entry 3

Okay... maybe I've gotten way too mad at myself last night. I can't really sleep right now so i guess Imma write in here for a bit and then i'm gonna go back to sleep.

Okay forget what i said about the google doc, I will try my absolute best to remember to tell her shit alright, she still loves you Jordan you just need to let go sometimes yk. Okay anyway the Class 700 came out for Train Sim World 3 today so Im gonna be checking that out today. I wonder what skin i should Make for minecraft cause i need something completely original and no i don't wanna use AI cause that's gonna be the death of us Istfg, I don't know it's just i get a mega bad feeling even when i see AI chatbots and shit like they just make me scared for some reason and the fact that its ramping up faster and faster everyday makes me worry about the future... I DON'T WANNA DIE BY A ROBOT, I JUST WANNA LIVE A FULL LIFE AND SEE MY GF KRISY AND HAVE A LIFE WITH HER, NOT JUST DIE BY SOME DAMN ROBOT. Anyway tho I have an off day today surprsingly oh wait i forgot that i didnt have work today and i thought i overslept ;-; bruh, I keep forgetting shit. Which brings me to my next topic

I think i finally might know why i keep forgetting things, I just got way too much going on in the background to remember, I have a short attention span so it's probably because work is making me do more and more shit. Except the past two work days, where we did ABSOLUTELY nothing after my lunch break. That's time where I could have been texting Krisy and spending time with her, but its whatever tho. Oh yea funny story tho from Yesterday lol, Soooo i was on an R62A 6 Train right, and i was riding the City Hall Loop and everything went all and according to plan until we skipped the Fucking Uptown Platform, it went non-stop and i was lowkey panicking cause yea i thought i was on an Out of Service dehead, thankfully we stopped at Canal street, Yea im not gonna be doing the loop after that, speaking of the 6 Train, them R62As are extremely underrated as fuck, for trains that started on the 6 as Single units and then ended up on the 7 and then came back in 2015-2016, they are pretty fast and underrated for a local train.

While we are on the topic of my gf, I think i found some places I would like to show her around

-Brooklyn Bridge Park/Pier

-Barnes and Nobles in Downtown Brooklyn

-Ride around the City Hall Loop and show her the Abandoned City Hall Station which looks absolutely amazing to this day

-Dave and Busters TSQ/Gateway Mall

-Queens Center Mall

Okay yea that's a good list and a good start

Speaking of last night, like I said before i got way WAY too mad at myself last night. Damn.. I never realized how hard I am on myself especially for her. Okay I realize that i need to sometimes let things go, I can't be to hard on myself cause thats gonna end up destroying my confidence and make me start self harming, hasnt happened yet but still, i just gotta breath and chill the fuck out.

On a side note tho, im not sure why but for some reason i have a massive pet peeve when someone uses "Ok" or "K" or "Mk" instead of just saying "Okay" or "Alright. I don't know its just "Ok" or "K" Just seem way more cold and distant, and no in my opinion are not the goddamn same as "Okay"/"Alr"/"Kay"/"M'kay" Its just fucking not the same, like bro next person who "Ok" or "K" me im gonna end up getting pissed at them. Okay fine i'll admit i had way too many people, and no before you ask Krisy is not apart of those people, but still too many people try to pull that dry shit and it always send the goddamn wrong message cause i end up thinking something is the goddamn matter with them, like i said "Ok" and "K" are NOT the same as "Okay" and "Kay" or "Alright"/"Alr"

Well that's all i got for now, lets see where the day takes us shall we

[bigmack2go]

So im doing the last one and i’m going to make it to be like sort of a prequel to one of my older oneshots. If you haven’t read it yet, here you go:

Oh and triggerwarning for mentioned abuse!

Race had asked Al to come with him.

But he’d said No.

Albert and Spot had a fight that Race couldn’t even quite put together anymore.

Spot had said something about Albert being ungreatfull for mostly living in the lodge when he could live with his stepfather and cusins.

And Race was on Alberts side because he knew (and so did Spot) that Alberts family sucked .

His stepdad beat him up with any excuse he got and his cusins were literally the Delancys! It wasn’t like they liked living with their father either but they still did. And his mom was gone. Died in a housefire.

Albert had loved that woman with his life. She was the only reason he put up with his stepdad and his stupid cusins in the first place. And she was the only reason he still did. The only reason he still came to that house. And she was the only reason he still gave them half his pay every single day. Because he thought she would have wanted it.

But Spot had had a really rough day that day. His sister and Hotshot had teamed up against him about something and it had gotten him all worked up about family again. Race has known him even before he lost his family and got those panic attacks. And it got him really scared they would come like that again.

Al however hasnt. He tried comforting him. But he did the exact opposite when he talked about his own family.

Race had told Spot that it wasn’t fair because Alberts family simply wasn’t as good as Spots was when they were alive but Spot wouldn’t listen and kept getting more and more upset and he’d let it out on Albert.

That was almost two weeks ago now

The strike has been going on for almost four days.

The morning before Jack and David and Boots had gone to Brooklyn to talk to Spot like they’d discussed the afternoon before. And they had come back all exhausted the same afternoon, falling asleep on the spot. All this exhaustion however, was, as they found out the next morning, completely for nothing.

Race had pulled Jack aside to ask him if Spot had said anything about them at all.

Jack most definitely knew about them and he could guess about the fight. He didnt immediately though. He‘d laughed at first because apparently after they’d told then they wouldn’t join the strike yet and Hotshot had asked „Hey, Boss, aintcha Sweet‘earts 'hattan?“he’d pinched his nose and went „ah, fuck“ which, honestly, would’ve been halarious under different circumstances. Spot had changed his mind and said if they could prove they weren’t going to fold they would talk. And to leave the littles ones out. (They would have done so anyway. Not just that, they would’ve protected them from it.)

By Race’s relief Jack realised then. Because it was almost as if he wasn’t so sure that his own partner would do so.

Not even an hour later the Delancys did in fact come out swinging.

That afternoon Race had gone up to Albert who, like most, lied in his bunk a little depressed, and asked him if he’d wanted to come when he talked to spot.

If he was in his shoes wouldn’t had wanted to come either. But he knew Spot hadn’t meant it. So did Al but it still hurt. Plus every second he spend outside was a second he could run into his cusins, or worse; his stepfather.

If the guy would give him a black eye for so much less than that, who knows what he will do after not bringing any pay home for four whole days?

Race had started going at, lets say five pm. It was long dark already and he almost crossed the bridge. Maybe five minutes. And the another twentyfive until he’s at the lodge that Spot‘s at.

When he was there he went up the fire escape so he wouldn’t wake anyone. While he had zero clue what time it was, he knew that if they were actually upstairs already and he knocked at the front door he would have to knock loudly. And that would wake everyone up. Meanwhile if they where in fact sleeping, he could knock silently on a window and wake one newsie up to get Spot. And if they were down, it would probably still do the trick.

He was lucky the curtain was partly open. He would have seen that there are still some lights on upstairs but not that the only beds that someone was laying in were littles.

Meaning the older Newsies were still down so he didn’t even need to wake one of them up.

On the way down he slipped because he was just tired and jittery at his point and now his leg was bleeding.

He went to the front door and the people still up were actually fairly loud.

When he knocked, it didn’t even take two seconds for someone to open.

Hotshot stood with the door in Hand. She did look like she was expecting someone. But not Race.

She threw her head for him to come in and made eyecontact with Spot when he turned around to look who it was.

His smile dropped into something more gentle and serious as he muttered something to Mack, Diam and his sister before he got up and gave Hotshot his cards with a clap on the shoulder.

He looked at him guiltyly and longing which got tears welling in Race’s eyes, which again, had him yanked into a tight hug.

„Hey… le‘s go sum’ere more quiet, eh?“

Race nodded and Spot pulled him along by the arm.

By the arm

Not by the hand.

Race tried to ignore that fact because it really was dumb.

He recognised this room as the old register-counter room of the Lodging house. And oh, had they made memories in this room.

He shook the thought away and pinched the bridge of his nose to concentrate.

When he opened his eyes he saw concern written upon Spots face. But he didn’t say anything because, even though he knew this wasn’t about Albert -because if it was, Albert would be here (and Race wouldn’t show to a lodge like that, all bruised up, with a bleeding leg)- he knew that it wasn’t his place, his right to speak.

He lifted himself to sit on the counter, „Look, i knows, me sayin‘ dis t’yer doesn’t mean more than Jack, and yer ain’t changin’ yer mind just 'caz we’re-…“ he sighed.

Spot tilted his head making it look as if he didn’t know where this was going. A gesture, only those that knew him could recognise was, instead, in fact, a sign he was listening.

„Anyway, but 'hattan's gonna loose dis wifout yer and Brooklyn, Spot! N i‘se earlredy decided i‘se goin‘ down wif Manhattan. N so has- I mean-"

Spot sighed and nodded.

„I cant decide wit‘out Hotshot, yanno?… 'd ya get a soakin‘ t’day?“

„I get a soakin‘ everyday…“ Race scoffed.

Spot raised an eyebrow.

„Yes, I‘se gotta soakin‘ taday!“ Race said and Spot nodded again

„… Becoisa‘ de strike?“

‘No, cazza tha pretty flowers over der’ Sherlock,‘

he would have said to anyone else. But he didn’t because 1: he didn’t have the guts to say that to Spot fucking Conlon, and

2: he knew that Spot had to double check and to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

So Race nodded.

And so Spot nodded.

„Jus‘ ya?“

„Nah, alla 'hattans Newsies haddi‘ up wif tha Delancys taday.“

„I see… I’ll talk ta 'Shot t‘marrow, I promise!“

„Yeah, see, tha‘s tha problem… Taday was tha Delancys but i knows fa’a fact Weasel aint gon‘ have it dat easy 'n us tamorrow and i‘se almost certayn Snyder and tha Cops‘ll be der too!“

„Well, fuck!“

Race frowned

„Race, we can’t make it tamorrow. We needa send out ta get word ta de oder Lodges an‘ den we still needa talk wit‘tem. I‘m really sorry, i- i wish i could make it fast. I’m sorry, Racer…“

Race took his face in his hands

„Hey, i‘s akay, Spot! Honest! I‘se secand, rememma? Jus‘ pommis yer come as soon as possible?���

Spot nodded hurriedly.

„Ya can say‘is name, yanno?“

„Wha‘?“

„Albert. Ya can say‘is name. I‘se de one what was wrong‘ere. Not‘im. If you don’t bring me up wit‘im that makes sense but ya aint needavoid‘im ta me… does det make any sense?“

„No… but I knows, whatcher means…“

Race hadn’t taken his hands down but it was to late now. It was gonna be way to awkward to do so now.

Spot and Race have never had awkward silences before but these two seconds felt like an eternity to Racer.

„Does‘e-… is‘e doin‘… okay?“

Race shrugged and shook his head at the same time.

„Nah, i don’t think‘e is…“ he hesitated,“I actually wanted te talk te yer ‘bout that. He hasn‘ set a foot out 'Hatt‘n lodge in hours caz‘e thinks he’s‘anna ran‘inna‘is stepfader… he hasn’t gott‘n dem any pay in four days after all and…“

Spot pursed his lips and looked down to his shoes: he did care.

Race was suddenly so hyperaware of how he didn’t know how much he needed that confirmation that Spot still cared about them, about Al. Thats when tears burned in his eyes again and threatened to quill over.

He reached with his foot to get Spot a little closer again and then literally kissed like there’s no tomorrow. Desperate and broken.

And once again, he didn’t know how much he’d needed this until it happened.

It was desperate and longing and finally he couldn’t feel a tear run down his cheek. And then another. And another. And then his eyes were dry but he could still feel another tear drip down his cheek.

They hugged and Race couldn’t stop wanting him closer, no matter how close they were, he kept tightening the hug.

He was afraid he was gonna squeeze him to death but then he remembered this was still Spot Conlon we‘re talking about.

He pressed another warm kiss to his mouth and then he cried into his shoulder for a while. Spot held him. Hand running along his back again and again and holding his head and whispering lullabies into his hair.

Then he pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled away only to show up merely twenty seconds later with a box and a bottle again. Spot treated his leg and then he made him take off his shirt and winced at the sight.

When the Delancys got there and he saw Albert he’d imagined how they’d taunt him, knowing exactly what happened the might prior and making it worse.

So Race told him to go. He’d dragged him a few steps toward the lodge. Albert protested of course but Race insisted

With guilt in his eyes, he took care of his chest and then his knees palms and knuckles. Then finally he pressed something that felt like paradise to his bruises.

(It was literally just ice but Spot decided he didn’t need to know that. Placebo.)

Race closed his eyes at it and suddenly found it very hard to open them again.

With all his might, he did and looked at Spot. If it wasn’t clear that he would sleep here before, it sure as hell was now.

„Sleep in ma bed. I‘ll look where I sleep.“

„What? Spot yer sleep in yer bed and so will I…- sleep in yer bed that is, not my‘se… i- you know what forge-" he was interrupted by his own yawn.

He absendly felt a hand on his waist and his back.

He got up early again that next morning. Even before Spot.

And Spot woke early.

He arrived at newsies-square just when the bulls showed up as predicted.

The next day the first Brooklyners arived and even already some of the other burrows to plan the strike and rally.

Including Spot of course.

He and Al made up. Which endet in a good two minute long makeout session before Race got one (which, honestly; fucking rude!)

„Of course I didn’t mean it! In fact i think you should go to that house again in the first place or give them any of your pay at all!“

But Albert thought that was what his mother would have wanted. And while he could understand hin for that he was definitely on Spot’s side here. Though he knew better now than to get involved again.

Race could only bury his face in his palms as the bickering began again.

Race had asked Al to come with him.

But he said No.

Albert and Spot had a fight that Race couldn’t even quite put together anymore.

Spot had said something about Albert being ungreatfull for mostly living in the lodge when he could live with his stepfather and cusins.

And Race was on Alberts side because he knew (and so did Spot) that Alberts family was shitty.

His stepdad beat him up with any excuse he got and his cusins were literally the Delancys! It wasn’t like they liked living with their father either but they still did. And his mom was gone. Died in a housefire.

Albert had loved that woman with his life. She was the only reason he put up with his stepdad and his stupid cusins in the first place. And she was the only reason he still did. The only reason he still came to that house sometimes. And she was the only reason he still gave them half his pay every single day. Because he thought she would have wanted it.

But Spot had had a really rough day that day. His sister and Hotshot had teamed up against him about something and it had gotten him all worked up about family again. Race has known him even before he lost his family and got those panic attacks. And it got him really scared they would come like that again.

Al however hasnt. He tried comforting him. But he did the exact opposite when he talked about his own family.

Race had told Spot that it wasn’t fair because Alberts family simply wasn’t as good as Spots was when they were alive but Spot wouldn’t listen and kept getting more and more upset and he’d let it out on Albert.

That was almost two weeks ago now

The strike has been going on for almost five days.

The morning before Jack and David and Boots had gone to Brooklyn to talk to Spot like they’d discussed the afternoon before. And they had come back all exhausted the same afternoon, falling asleep on the spot. All this exhaustion however, was, as they found out the next morning, completely for nothing.

Race had pulled Jack aside to ask him if Spot had said anything about them at all.

Jack most definitely knew about them and he could guess about the fight. He didnt immediately though. He‘d laughed at first because (as he told him) after they’d declined and Hotshot had asked „Hey, Boss, aintcha Sweet‘earts 'hattan?“ he’d pinched his nose and went „ah, fuck“ which, honestly, would’ve been halarious under different circumstances. Spot had changed his mind and said if they could prove they weren’t going to fold they would talk. And to leave the littles out. (They would have done so anyway. Not just that, they would’ve protected them from it.)

By Race’s relief Jack realised then. Because it was almost as if he wasn’t so sure that his own partner would do so.

Not even an hour later the Delancys did in fact come out swinging.

That afternoon Race had gone up to Albert who lied in his bunk, and asked him if he’d wanted to come when he talked to spot.

If he was in his shoes wouldn’t had wanted to come either. But he knew Spot hadn’t meant it. And so did Al but it still hurt. Plus every second he spend outside was a second he could run into his cusins, or worse; his stepfather.

If the guy would give him a black eye for so much less than that, who knows what he will do after not bringing any pay home for four whole days?

Race had started going at, lets say five pm. It was long dark already and he almost crossed the bridge. Maybe five minutes. And the another twentyfive until he’s at the Brooklyn lodge that Spot‘s at.

When he was there he went up the fire escape as to not wake anyone. While he had zero clue what time it was, he knew that if they were upstairs already he would have to knock loudly. And that would wake everyone up.

He was lucky the curtain was partly open. He would have seen that there are still some lights on upstairs but not that the only beds that someone was laying in were littles.

Meaning the older Newsies were still down.

So he climbed down again. On the way he slipped though because he was just all tired and jittery at his point and his leg was bleeding.

He went to the front door and the people still up were actually fairly loud.

When he knocked, it didn’t even take two seconds for someone to open.

Hotshot stood with the door in Hand. She did look like she was expecting someone. Not Race however.

She threw her head for him to come in and made eyecontact with Spot when he turned around to look who it was.

His smile dropped into something more gentle and serious as he muttered something to Mack, Diam and his sister before he got up and gave Hotshot his cards with a clap on the shoulder.

He looked at him guiltyly and longing which got tears welling in his eyes which again, had him yanked into a tight hug.

„Hey… le‘s go sum’ere more quiet, eh?“

Race nodded and Spot pulled him along by the arm.

By the arm

Not by the hand.

Race tried to ignore that fact because it really was dumb.

He recognised this room as the old register-counter room of the Lodging house. And oh, had he made memories in this room.

He shook the thought away and pinched the bridge of his nose to concentrate and to specifically not get horny by a mere memory.

When he opened his eyes he saw concern written upon Spots face. But he didn’t say anything because, even though he knew this wasn’t about Albert because if it was, Albert would be here (and Race wouldn’t show to a lodge like that, all bruised up, with a bleeding leg) he knew, it wasn’t his place, his right to speak.

He jumped to sit on the counter, „Look, i knows, me sayin‘ dis t’yer doesn’t mean more than Jack, and yer ain’t change yer mind just 'caz we’re-…“ he sighed.

Spot tilted his head as if he didn’t know where this was going. A gesture, only those that knew him could recognise was, instead, in fact, a sign he was listening.

„Anyway, but 'hattan's gonna loose dis wifout yer and Brooklyn, Spot! N i‘se earlredy decided i‘se goin‘ down wif Manhattan. N so has- I mean-"

Spot sighed and nodded.

„I cant decide wit‘out Hotshot, yanno?… 'd ya get a soakin‘ t’day?“

„I get a soakin‘ everyday…“ Race scoffed.

Spot raised an eyebrow.

„Yes, I‘se gotta soakin‘ taday!“ Race said and Spot nodded again

„… Becoisa‘ de strike?“

‚No, cazza tha pretty flowers over der,

Sherlock‘ he would have said to anyone else. But he didn’t because 1: he didn’t have the guts to say that to Spot Conlon, and

2: he knew that Spot had to double check and to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

So Race noddet.

And so Spot nodded.

„Jus‘ ya?“

„Nah, alla 'hattans Newsies haddi‘ up wif tha Delancys taday.“

„I see… I’ll talk ta 'Shot t‘marrow, I promise!“

„Yeah, see, tha‘s tha problem… Taday was tha Delancys but i knows fa’a fact Weasel aint gon‘ have it dat easy 'n us tamorrow and i‘se almost certayn Snyder and tha Cops‘ll be der too!“

„Well, fuck!“

Race frowned

„Race, we can’t make it tamorrow. We needa send out ta get word ta de oder Lodges an‘ den we still needa talk wit‘tem. I‘m really sorry, i- i wish i could make it fast. I’m sorry, Racer…“

Race took his face in his hands

„Hey, i‘s akay, Spot! Honest! I‘se secand, rememma? Jus‘ pommis yer come as soon as possible?“

Spot nodded hurriedly.

„Ya can say‘is name, yanno?“

„Wha‘?“

„Albert. Ya can say‘is name. I‘se de one what was wrong‘ere. Not‘im. If you don’t bring me up wit‘im that makes sense but ya aint needavoid‘im ta me… does det make any sense?“

„No… but I knows, whatcher means…“

Race hadn’t taken his hands down but it was to late. It was gonna be way to awkward to do so now.

Spot and Race have never had awkward silences before but this two seconds felt like an eternity to Racer.

„Does‘e-… is‘e doin‘… okay?“

Race shrugged and shook his head at the same time.

„Nah, i don’t think‘e is…“ he hesitated,“he hasn‘ set a foot out 'Hatt‘n lodge inna day caz‘e thinks he’s‘anna ran‘inna‘is stepfader… he hasn’t gott‘n dem any pay in four days after all…“

Spot pursed his lips and looked down to his shoes. Race was suddenly so hyperaware of how he didn’t know how much he needed that confirmation that Spot still cared about them, about Al.

He told him about Alberts injuries and tears burned in his eyes again and threatened to quill over.

“He needs help, Spottie”

Spot nodded in horror.

“He…”

“I’ll take carea it,” Spot decided.

“But that’s the problem; he doesn’ want that. He really doesn’. I think…” he trailed off… he knew Spot already felt guilty and he didn’t want to rub salt in the wound.

“What?”

Race sighed and closed his eyes, “I think what yer said really got te him… He’s been spendin’ more time ‘ere.”

Spot lowered his head again.

“Spot, it’s okay, jus’… we needa figure somethin’ out. Wit’out gettin’ ‘rid’ a him completely…”

Spot swallowed in thought. Race felt like he was about to sob his lungs out.

Instead he reached with his foot to get Spot a little closer again and then literally kissed him as if there was no tomorrow. Like he was gonna go away the second he let go. Desperate and broken.

And once again, he didn’t know how much he’d needed this until it happened.

It was desperate and longing and finally he couldn’t feel a tear run down his cheek. And then another. And another. And then his eyes were dry but he could still feel another tear drip down his cheek.

They hugged and Race couldn’t stop wanting him closer, no matter how close they were, he kept tightening the hug.

He was afraid he was gonna squeeze him to death but then he remembered this was still Spot Conlon we‘re talking about.

He pressed another warm kiss to his mouth and then he cried into his shoulder for a while. Spot held him. Hand running along his back again and again and holding his head and whispering lullabies into his hair.

Then he pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled away only to show up merely twenty seconds later again with a box and a bottle again. Spot treated his leg and then he made him take off his shirt and winced at the sight.

When the Delancys got there and he saw Albert he'd imagined how they'd taunt him, knowing exactly what happened the night prior and making it worse.

So Race told him to go. He'd dragged him a few steps toward the lodge. Albert protested of course but Race insisted, “Albert, I said go.”

Race had been patient all day long but he wasn’t gonna have Albert be beat up even more. So he took Albert’s beating. Albert probably didn’t even know that - which is good because he would worry even more.

With guilt in his eyes, Spot took care of his chest and then his knees palms and knuckles.. finally he pressed something that felt like paradise to the bruises on his forehead.

(It was literally just ice but Spot decided he didn’t need to know that: Placebo.)

Race closed his eyes at it and suddenly found it very hard to open them again but with all his might, he did and looked at Spot. If it wasn’t clear that he would sleep here before, it sure as hell was now.

„Sleep in ma bed. I‘ll look where I sleep.“

„What? Spot yer sleep in yer bed and so will I…- sleep in yer bed that is, not my‘se… i- you know what forge-" he was interrupted by his own yawn.

He absendly felt a hand on his waist and his back.

He got up early again that next morning. Even before Spot.

And Spot woke early.

He arrived at newsies-square just when the bulls showed up as predicted. The others were currently tearing up papers and all Race could really see was Crutchie. Crutchie the only one who wasn’t running. Wasn’t even trying because he apparently missed a memo or something. He couldn’t do much more than yell at him to let him know.

The next day they were gonna revenge Crutchie, who was arrested. But it was a trick. Goons and scabs and the Delanceys and— it was bad… but just after Jack ran away, the first few Brooklyners -including Spot, of course- arived and even already some of the other burrows. They weren’t many but enough to outnumber the goons. And the shooters were of help too.

Spot had stayed to make up- and take care of Albert “plan the further strike and the rally”

He and Al made up. Which endet in a good two minute long makeout session before Race got one (which, honestly; fucking rude!)

„Of course I didn’t mean it! In fact i actually think you shouldn’t go to that house again in the first place or give them any of your pay at all!“

But Albert thought that was what his mother would have wanted. And while he could understand hin for that he was definitely on Spot’s side here. Though he knew better now than to get involved again.

Race could only bury his face in his palms as the bickering began again.

@hexmari @ivys-head-is-spinning

Feel like writing angst but we all know i cant make decisions no matter how unimportant they are

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Strip

Gif credit @discoelitist.

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. Hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @mypridefulsoul27.

"So what are these pills called again"? Antonio asked about this new drug on the street. It already had forty overdoses under its belt and growing.

"Pez". You replied, handing him a sample of the product that you got off a dead guy.

"Like the pez candy"?

"Yeah, it even comes with it's own pez dispenser and everything. Makes it popular with the kids". You tell him as you went to put the last two overdoses on the board. They were thirteen and sixteen that had a bright future before them.

"That's Eva's and Diegos age". Antonio sighed.

"From what we know, the dealer is a strip club owner named Marco Stewart. He has connections to strip clubs, porn studios and apparently schools as well. He has a record longer than my arm. Mostly drug charges and a few DUI's, assault with a deadly weapon and a breaking and entering". You tell Antonio and the others as they started to come in.

"A model citizen". Jay chuckled.

"Yeah, his club has been shut down for redecorating and looking for new talent. So if it's alright with Voight. I was thinking I could go apply and someone else". You looked at Voight who was noddling his in approval.

"I'll go. I can go be a bartender or something". Antonio volunteered.

"They're looking for dancers and a bouncer". You tell Antonio. He lifted a eyebrow.

"Alright set it up. You sure you're cool with this, Y/N"? Voight asked.

"Yeah. I want this guy off the streets. Parents will sleep better at night". You smiled and went to get your coat.

"A stripper? Of all undercover missions I have to miss is, Y/N being a stripper. That hurts". Adam held his chest dramatically.

"Eat your heart out". You laughed as you walked past him. Antonio snickered as he followed.

Adam playfully dropped on his desk dead. Kevin and the other laughed. You were taking this serious.

"So what's your name"? Marco Stewart asked, looking you up and down. A toothpick sticking from his mouth.

"Heaven. I'm a little piece of Heaven". You batted your eyes and flirted with him.

"More like a big piece of Heaven". Marco chuckled, his eyes went to your breast.

"Oh you're so funny". You playfully hit his arm.

"You're hired. So what about your boyfriend"? Marco watched Antonio out of the corner of his eye. Antonio was looking at the stage in the club.

"His names Johnny. Just got out of the pen. Had five years but did three for good behavior". You smiled.

"What was he in for"?

"Possession of a controlled substance". Antonio turned to talk to Marco. "That's what the asshole cop said once he planted it on me". Antonio looked between you and Marco than laughed. Marco laughed as well.

"You use to deal"? Marco asked intrigued.

"Yeah back in Brooklyn. I dealed for nine years and nothing but they catch me picking up a ounce of weed for my moms and I'm in prison before I can bat my eyes. It was bullshit". Antonio put on a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Alright. You're hired too. Both you be here Friday night, six o'clock. I got something for you two do before you go on".

"Wow, thanks. I cant wait to show you my moves. I promise it'll be amazing". You gushed, hugging Antonio and planting a kiss to his cheek. "We got the job, baby".

"Let's go home and celebrate". Antonio growled and picked you up carrying you out of the club.

Antonio put you down and headed to the car. "That was easy".

"Yeah. Now we have to figure out what he wants us to do". You say as you and Antonio drove to the station.

"Heaven? You chose Heaven as a stage name"? Adam scoffed.

"Yes, I'm a little piece of Heaven". You seductively purred.

"Yes, yes, you are". Adam smiled like a fool. Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Do you think he wants us selling drugs for him"? Antonio asked.

"Maybe. We could get a few undercovers in there as customers. Give us a better chance at catching him with the drugs". You suggested.

"We can do that. But we dont want to spook him. Since theres two new faces in the club and then add more. He'll know somethings up". Voight replied.

"Yeah. You're right. We go in tomorrow at six".

"Alright. Make sure you two are ready and prepared for this. I dont want it going bad and someone getting hurt. No dealer will go down nicely". Voight reassured.

"Yes, sir". You say. Antonio and you had a rough night sleeping. Your minds raced.  Tomorrow was a big job, a lot was depending on you two. You couldn't screw it up.

"My little piece of Heaven". Marco greeted you as you came into the club his arms open for a hug.

"Good even, sir". You purred in his ear.

"Oh, sir. I like that". Marco laughed. "Come on, I got something for you guys". He waved you and Antonio into the back room.

"So tonight is going to be big. Huge! We have Heaven here making her debut and everyones coming. Everyone. So I need you two to be selling some of our delicious product. It taste just like candy". Marco chuckled as he opened a box that had about five hundred pills inside. Enough to kill a whole school of kids.

"I've heard about this drug. It's supposed to make sex even more amazing". You wrapped your arms around Antonio's waist and started kissing his neck. Antonio went along and grabbed your face deepening the kiss to your lips.

"Fuck yes"! Marco cheered.

Antonio pulled away panting, you licked your lips. This was the first time you two let your sexual tension free on each other. It was there but you two kept it bottled up.

"I like you two. This is going to be a great partnership". Marco grinned.

Around seven, people started arriving. Each person got a pez and a pat down from Johnny the bouncer. Antonio was taking his job seriously. You were going around getting drinks for the customers until you were called to the stage.

"Baby, why dont you take this fifty and we go back to the back and play"? A creepy older guy slapped your ass as you sat his drink down on the table.

"No thanks". You smiled and went on your way. You had to breath cause if you didnt you would have taken the drink tray and popped him up side the head with it.

"Heaven, baby. It's almost time". Marco pointed to his wrist and you nodded. You went back to the dressing room and changed into a diamond bralette that didnt hide anything and a pair of black cut up booty shorts. It wasnt your taste but Marco wanted you to wear it. You splashed on some glitter and perfume before you heard your song come on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new comer here that has blessed us with her beauty. Please give it up for a little piece of Heaven". Marco introduced you to the cheering crowd. You walked on stage and put your hand on his shoulder.

"We also have a special guest to share the stage with her, our own bouncer Johnny Boy". Marco put the spot light on Antonio which caught both you and him off guard. You didnt know his was in your performance.

Marco waved Johnny on stage, Antonio gulped and went up. Marco had a chair for Antonio to sit in as you danced.

"Show em what you got baby doll". Marco slapped your ass.

You smiled at Antonio, he looked nervous. The combination of spot light, the men sitting around watching and the part where he liked you this was a bit to much for him to stand.

The music was flowing through your veins. You swayed your hips to the music in between Antonio's legs. Your hands on his knees, your ass on his lap. Antonio licked his lips, he got the courage to put his hands on your hips and guide you along.

You smirked, rolling your hips. This was all work but you could throw in some play as well. The crowd of cheering men disappeared when you turned around and straddled Antonio's lap. Your hand wrapped around Antonio's neck as you grinded on him. He looked into your eyes as he helped you move your body.

Your eyes wondered over his face, his eyes sparked in the lights, he had a slight smirk on his face and you could see Marco deal out a baggy of Pez.

"Now". You said and Voight and the team busted in. You got off of Antonio and went after Marco, Antonio followed your lead.

Marco didnt run, he had his hands up and ready for cuffs.

"For a dealer, you went easily". You told Marco as you handed him off to Jay.

"I'm just the bottom of the food chain, baby. I'll get a slap on the wrist". Marco laughed as he was taken away.

"Great job, you two". Voight nodded and walked away.

"You look absolutely beautiful". Adam smiled like a bigger fool as he came over. You looked down and covered yourself up.

"I'm going to go change". You hurried to the back.

Antonio slapped Adam on the back of his head. "Watch it". He pointed at Adam. Adam stood there confused. 

You got dressed quickly and headed out front. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

"What"? You looked down at your outfit. You had tight red pants on with a red jacket and a black see through corset. You may have taken it from Marcos wardrobe.

"You look good, Y/L/N". Jay chuckled along with Adam and Kevin.

"Thank you". You giggled.

Antonio came by your side. "You do. You look really good. Um, you wanna get coffee"? Antonio rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you asking me on a date"?

"A coffee date".

"Oh". You were kinda sad that that was it.

"Just for now. I'm kinda tired so coffee will hold you over until Friday night". Antonio sent you a wink.

"Yeah. I'd like that".

"Great". Antonio held out his arm for you and you wrapped yours around his. "Where did you learn to dance like that"?

You laughed. "Believe it or not there was a time I wasnt a detective. But that's for another time".

Antonio smirked as he lead you to his car and you were off on your first date.

[baroquebucky]

fool for you

bucky just wants to be with you forever

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u are all well <33 pls enjoy this v fluffy one shot inspired by own post :’ ) let me know what u all think !!

You were tired, your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to pay attention to the tv. Your head falling to the side as you drifted off, eyes shooting open when you realized you were falling asleep. You got up quickly, splashing your face with water and settling back on the couch, rubbing your eyes and focusing on the tv again.

1:57 a.m.

You checked your phone in hopes of a “five minutes away :)” text from bucky, but there was none. You yawned again and changed the channel, flipping through some channels to try to wake you up before deciding to just switch to netflix instead.

You smiled as your favorite show played, nuzzling into the blanket bucky had given you and focusing on the show. The sound of keys rattling woke you up, you hadn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

“shit” bucky whispered as the door slammed into the wall. “sorry” bucky spoke, apologizing to the wall before dragging his suitcase as quietly as he could. He kicked off his boots and his eyes landed on you asleep on the couch.

“buck?” you mumbled, willing your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy and you could hear the tv still playing, you moved a little, forgetting you were on the couch and slipped off the edge. You couldn’t even process that you had fallen by the time bucky caught you in his arms, smiling at you.

“hi doll” bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead gently and easily lifting you in his arm. He turned the tv off and carried you into your shared room, gently placing you on the bed.

“what time ‘s it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning, finally waking up.

“almost 3” he smiled at you softly, rummaging through his drawer and taking out a change of clothes. You nodded as he pulled out a black t shirt and some boxers, walking towards you and kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna shower doll, you can go to sleep” he assured you and you nodded, knowing full well you’d end up waiting up for him anyway.

“don’t slip” you smiled and he rolled his eyes, waving you off with a small smile on his face.

“it was one time!” He groaned before closing the door to the restroom.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the shower turn on, rolling over to your side and closing your eyes. The sleep that had been taking over you earlier was nowhere to be found. You kicked the covers off you and groaned, frowning as you stared at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scrolled through Twitter for a while, waiting for bucky to finish showering so you could cuddle up to him and fall asleep.

You could feel yourself growing hungry, glancing at the time on your phone you frowned a bit, it was already 3:07 am. you drank some water and tried to fall back asleep, cuddling into your pillow and letting out a soft sigh when you finally got comfortable. Right as you were finally going to sleep bucky opened the restroom door, the sound making your eyes shoot open and heart race. 

“did I wake you?” bucky whispered, a frown on his face as he heard your heart rate quicker than usual. You shook your head with a small smile. He knew you were lying but he didn't say anything, he just threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and settled next to you under the covers. He threw his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head. 

“g’night doll” he mumbled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep from how exhausted he was. 

“goodnight buck” you replied softly, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his arm around you. It was silent, with only the sounds of the city flowing through the Brooklyn apartment. 

Then your stomach growled, causing bucky to looked at you with wide eyes and you stifled a giggle. You mumbled a ‘sorry’ before closing your eyes again, hoping it wouldn't keep growling. 

You were wrong. Your stomach was relentless, and finally you got up, slipping from Bucky grasp and scurrying into the kitchen to find something to eat. Bucky felt your absence almost immediately, he opened his eyes and frowned, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. 

“didnt mean to wake you angel” you apologized as he walked towards you. He shook his head and wrapping his arms around you, letting his chin rest onto of your head. His eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms snaking around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. The sound of the microwave made you pull away from him, grabbing the hot cup of Mac and cheese and setting it on the dining table, Bucky soon following you and sitting next to you. 

“now im hungry” he frowned and you laughed, giving him some of your Mac and cheese which he gratefully ate. Within minutes the small bowl of Mac and cheese was empty, the two of you still hungry.  You stared at bucky, a small smile creeping onto both of your faces. You were both thinking the same thing. 

“no we shouldn't” you shook your head and bucky agreed. 

“yeah no its almost 4 we should get to bed” he replied, you both got up, making eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles and smiles, heading straight towards the kitchen and definitely not bed. You pulled your phone out and put on some music. 

“you were thinking about French toast right?” you asked and bucky smiled, already opening the fridge for the ingredients, you grinned and you opened the pantry to get the other things you needed. You both sang along to the music softly, swaying to the beat. 

As bucky made the mix you grabbed the bread and two plates, heating up the pan and putting some butter on it, letting it melt. You moved easily in the kitchen with bucky, ever since you had moved in together everything just seemed to work for you guys. 

As you dipped the bread into the batter before putting it in the pan. Turning to bucky and using the spatula as a microphone, singing along to some 40s song you had added for bucky. You smiled as he took the spatula from your hand, setting it down and grabbing your hands, dancing along to the song. 

Bucky had the brightest smile on his face as you followed his lead, letting him twirl you around as the song played. You looked up at him as he danced with you, meeting his light blue eyes. Your eyes met and bucky couldn't stop himself. 

“I can't wait any longer oh my god” he rushed out, letting go of you and rushing back into the bedroom, leaving you along in the kitchen. 

You frowned, did you do something wrong? You focused back on the French toast, flipping the slice so it wouldn't burn before placing it on Buckys plate. You frowned as you looked for the powdered sugar. Realizing you hadn't taken it out you turned around to get it, your back to the bedroom door. As you searched for it your mind raced, was he breaking up with you? Was he just really tired?

Meanwhile Bucky was rummaging through all his drawers, wondering where the hell he put the ring he picked out with Steve seven months ago. His heart was racing as he heard you cooking the french toast, confused as to why he left you. Finally he found the black velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, smiling as he ran back out to meet you in the kitchen. 

Bucky saw you facing the drawer, so he wasted no time sneaking up behind you and getting down on one knee silently, opening the small box to reveal the ring. 

You finally found the powdered sugar, opening it and turning around. You turned quickly, eyes immediately landing on bucky, right in front of you. 

On one knee. With a ring.

You dropped the powdered sugar, causing it to land all over you, bucky and the ring. Your hands flew to your mouth as he smiled at you brightly.

“are you joking? this is a joke right?” you questioned and bucky shook his head, still on one knee despite having powdered sugar all over his shirt. 

“y/n I love you so much, I wanna spend forever with you. Everything feels so right with you I just- its like we’re just meant to be, I can't imagine a life without you. I wanna make you happy, I wanna travel the world with you, I wanna dance in the kitchen at 3 am and make French toast at ungodly hours with you for the rest of my life” he rambled, you felt your ears burning as he continued, your mind still processing that he was actually proposing. 

“-I love how competitive you are and how excited you get over anything and everything, I just love you so much-” he cut himself off when he looked at you for the first time since he started rambling, smiling softly up at you as you looked at him, fondness in your eyes and a tear rolling down your cheek. 

“will you marry me?” he spoke, breathless. 

Never in your life have you nodded so quickly. 

“yes, of course yes” you whispered and bucky smiled, jumping to his feet as you cupped his face, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away with a sniffle, smiling as he took your hand and slid the ring on, he blushed at the sight of it. 

You looked at each other with a smile, kissing once more before you realizing the french toast was cold by now. You pulled away quickly, grabbing the powdered sugar bag from the floor and sprinkling some lightly on your plates. 

“sorry about all that” you laughed, motioning to the powdered sugar all over the two of you and the floor. Bucky just grinned, waving it off as the two of you ate the French toast, a smile never leaving either of your faces. Both pf you giggling as the sun came up and birds began to sing. 

Not long after you finished Bucky cleaned up your mess, you changed into one of his t shirts and slipped into bed, a smile on your face as he walked into the room, taking his shirt off and slipping out of his sweats before moving into bed next to you. 

You wasted no time as he laid on his back, moving his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. He cradled you gently as you got comfortable, kissing the top of your head once you settled in. 

“love you so much angel, can't wait until we get to spend forever together” you mumbled with a smile on your face, already drifting off to sleep. Bucky smiled at your words, letting his fingers run through your hair. 

“and I love you more than yesterday” he whispered, “but less than tomorrow.”

Bucky meant his words. He meant them with everything he was. He fell in love with you everyday. He always found himself falling deeper and deeper, but he never complained. Now could fall in love with you for the rest of his life.

[myriadimagines]

Chips and Orange Soda (part ii)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Jake Peralta

Other Characters: Amy Santiago

Warnings: theft, threats of violence

Summary: When a series of bodegas are robbed, Holt assigns Jake and Rosa on the case. You, a cashier, become a suspect, but Jake has a gut feeling that you’re not a suspect at all. In fact, he thinks you’re the key to solving the case.

Part One: Chips and Orange Soda

Word Count: 2,319

A/N: the second part to my submission for @locke-writes​​‘ writing challenge!! admittedly it gets kind of into an ethical dilemma that i didnt mean to go into and that’s unnecessarily deep but you’ll see what i mean ajskdhas but anyway disclaimer again!! not in law enforcement!!! this is not accurate when it comes to crimes!!! i really hope the reveal/ending isn’t too disappointing and that u guys still enjoyed the story!!! it does get a little more serious in this part but i still hope it’s in character/tone with the show!!

reblog/feedback/comments are very much appreciated!!!

Jake is careful to open up the door of the bodega, which is all bordered up with tape as the shattered glass has yet to be replaced. The inside looks better at least, no longer sectioned off with police tape, and business seems to be going on as usual, with customers in between the aisles and some at the counter. Jake resists the urge to grab a snack for himself, and he glances around the room, frowning as he realises there’s no sight of you.

Jake finally approaches a young man manning the cash register. “Hey man, is y/n in?”

He shakes his head. “Sorry dude, they don’t work Tuesdays.”

Jake smacks the side of his head, remembering how you mentioned it to him. He moves to exit the store when he notices the live security footage playing on the screen behind the counter. Pointing it out, Jake says, “Hey, looks like you got your cameras working again.” 

The man looks over his shoulder, before turning back to Jake with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”

Jake frowns slightly, his hand falling to his side. “y/n told me that your cameras were down last week.” 

The man remains confused, staring at Jake as if he’s speaking another language. Slowly, he finally responds, “Nah, they’ve been working fine. I don’t know what y/n’s talking about.” 

Something inside of Jake’s stomach twists, and he frowns. Despite how hard he’s been trying to defend you, he can’t help but admit to himself that you’re not making it easy. He digs through his pockets, pulling out an old receipt, and he grins to himself as he flips it over and finds your number on the other side. Pulling out his phone, he cringes slightly at his 6% battery level, and he hopes he has enough to make a call.

Dialling in your number, he raises the phone to his ear. It rings a few times before someone finally picks up the phone. Taking in a deep breath, Jake says, “y/n? It’s Jake, the detective from last week. We… we need to talk.” 

—

Jake paces around the briefing room, shaking his head as he tries to piece everything together. After coming back to the precinct following his failed attempt to find you at the bodega, Jake had filled up a corkboard with pictures and other small pieces of evidence he and Rosa were able to gather, although it was looking rather sparse. Your lie about the security cameras definitely presents as an obstacle, but he tries not to think the worst of it. He hasn’t told Rosa yet, who had gone out to meet with the forensics team again, fearing what her reaction would be towards you. Maybe you were mistaken, maybe the robbers managed to figure out a way to wipe the footage. But something about the situation doesn’t sit right with Jake, and he lets out a defeated sigh. 

“Hey, Jake,” Amy peeks her head inside, knocking at the door, and Jake looks up. She gestures back to the bullpen as she continues, “You’ve got someone here to see you. Sounds like they’ve got some information on the bodega robberies.” 

Jake perks up, rushing past Amy out of the room. His eyes widen as he sees you linger by his desk, nervously glancing around the room. He nods as a thank you to Amy before making his way over to you, and he greets, “Hey, y/n, thanks for coming in. How have you been doing?”

You meet Jake’s gaze, and you can’t help but soften at his tone. He seems to genuinely care, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. Nodding, you reassure him, “I’m okay. I’m… I’m glad you reached out, actually. There are some things that I need to tell you about. Can we go for a walk?” 

Jake hesitates. He knows that he should probably bring you to the interrogation room instead, but he finds himself nodding. He grabs his leather jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and he nods towards the elevator as he remarks, “Sure. Let’s go.”

—

You and Jake make your way through the streets of Brooklyn, finding yourself at a nearby local park. You can’t help but smile at the sight of children running around, squealing at one another as they chase each other in some sort of game, but you can’t ignore the pit in your stomach, the gnawing guilt that has plagued you ever since your first interaction with Jake.

You finally happen upon an empty bench in a quiet corner of the park and you silently take a seat. Jake sits beside you, and your breath begins to tremble. Jake patiently waits for you, eyes wide with concern as he finds himself shifting closer to you, subconsciously wanting to comfort you despite not knowing what’s to come. 

“I… I haven’t told you everything that I know about the bodega.” you finally confess, and Jake takes in a deep breath. He nods slowly, silently urging you to continue, and you look up to meet his gaze as you continue, “I know who did it. And the other robberies, too.”

Jake stares at you, and you can tell it’s clearly a lot of information to take in. He presses his lips together, trying to process all this, before he quietly asks, “You’re trying to protect someone, aren’t you?” 

Your expression crumples, and your shoulders slump as you bury your face in your hands. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t cry, but as the overwhelming reality of the situation begins to sink in, you’re suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Jake’s expression falls, and despite knowing that the two of you are practically strangers, he wraps an arm around you, gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm as he tries to soothe you. 

“It feels like I’ve been trying to protect him all my life, but I- I feel like I can’t, anymore.” you manage to say through sobs, and Jake frowns, eyebrows furrowing in concern. Gulping, you finally reveal, “My brother.”

Jake sucks in a sharp breath. He’s all too familiar himself with broken homes, with strained familial relationships. You’re almost afraid to look at him, but Jake’s expression is one of understanding, of sympathy. He gently reassures you, “Take all the time you need, alright?” 

You nod, trying to compose yourself the best you can. You fold your hands into your lap, perhaps a poor attempt at stopping them from shaking, and you manage to hold your tears back long enough for you to begin explaining, “It was always just me and my brother, you know? My single mom had to raise us, but we barely saw her because she was always working. But my brother and I always had each other’s backs, and I thought it would be that way forever.”

You’re distracted as a pair of kids dart past you, and Jake notices the bittersweet smile that appears on your face as you watch them. Quietly, he prompts, “When did you feel like things started to go wrong?” 

“I mean, my brother was always a rowdy kid, always getting into trouble, but it just kept getting worse and worse. I’d try to bail him out, but there was only so much I could do.” you continue. “As we got older, I started seeing him less and less. He’d show up whenever he needed help, but that was it. Until he showed up the night before the bodega robbery.”

“He came to see you?” Jake’s eyes widen in alarm, and you nod. You can feel a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach as you think back to that night, and you uneasily run your hands through your hair. 

“I didn’t know he had robbed those other bodegas. But he came around asking for me to let him and his friend in, basically. Asked me for the key. I told him no, that I could just lend him money, and he… he got angry.” your voice shakes slightly as you stare off at some point in the distance. “We’ve had our fights, obviously, but this was different. I was almost scared of him.”

You screw your eyes shut as you remember seeing the smashed in front door, the fear swallowing you whole as you worried what might happen next. Jake doesn’t try to prompt you further, knowing how difficult this must be for you, and he lets out a soft sigh as he wishes that you didn’t have to go through such a thing.

“I don’t want him to go to jail. I just want him to be okay.” you can feel your words getting caught in your throat as you struggle to continue speaking. “But he doesn’t even feel like my brother anymore. That night was just… I- I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“What about the cameras?” Jake quietly asks.

“That was me.” you sigh, nervously wringing your hands together. “I couldn’t sleep that night, so eventually, I… I just got up and went to see if he had really done it. Part of me still had hope that maybe he didn’t. When I saw the door broken in it just… crushed me. I almost feel like he did it on purpose, to scare me. But I still wanted to protect him, so I… I went in to delete the security footage, and rushed out before anyone could see me.”

Jake leans back onto the bench. This is it, he realises. With your revelations, it seems as though the case is solved. But seeing the heartbreak on your face doesn’t make the solved case as satisfying as it usually is.

“I just feel like I’ve failed him.” your shoulders slump, your voice barely audible. “He’s my family I have, and I just… I just wish it didn’t have to be like this.” 

“Hey, you didn’t fail him, y/n,” Jake gently insists, and to your surprise, he reaches out to take your hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’ve been an awesome sibling, better than he deserves, really. But he chose to do this, and that’s not on you.” 

You nod, trying your best to believe him, and from the earnest expression on Jake’s face, you feel like you could. You manage to muster up a smile, and Jake smiles back at you. Nodding back in the direction of the precinct, Jake tells you, “I do need you to need you to come back to the precinct to make a statement. But you’ve really helped us, y/n, and you did the right thing.” 

A part of you has doubts, but you try your best to take comfort in Jake’s words. Jake gets to his feet, and you stand up with him, and Jake offers you a small smile that reassures you that everything will be okay. 

—

You bump the cash machine closed with your elbow as you count out some change. Sliding it over to the customer alongside their bag of snacks, you politely smile at them before they step aside to leave. You wave the next customer in line forward, only to realise it’s Jake standing before you, and your eyes widen as he offers you a sheepish grin. He steps up to the counter, placing down a bag of chips and a bottle of orange soda, and you exchange a knowing smile as you lean forward, “Hey, Jake. Did… did everything go alright?”

“We got him and his buddy.” Jake confirms, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “They tried to give us the slip, but I chased after them.”

You narrow your eyes slightly, and Jake quickly corrects himself, “Okay, Rosa chased after them, but that doesn’t matter.”  

You laugh, and Jake snorts with you before continuing, “There’ll be a trial, obviously. I’ll give you more updates when I hear them.”

You nod, before sliding Jake’s stuff back to him. You don’t even bother ringing his purchase up as you tell him, “It’s on the house.” 

“What? No.” Jake hurriedly searches through his pockets for some change. “You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s the least I can do.” you insist. Jake offers you some cash, but you shake your head. “Seriously, Jake, thank you, for everything.” 

You reach out, closing Jake’s hand, and your gaze lingers on one another as your hand remains on his. He smiles, and Jake feels like his heart might beat out of his chest as you smile back at him. Before he can stop himself, he blurts, “Do you want to get dinner with me sometime?”

You blink at him in surprise, and Jake winces as he worries he might’ve blown it. Stammering, he continues, “It’s, uh, my way of saying thank you. For helping us solve the case. And for the snacks.” 

Jake watches as a smile spreads across your face, and you chew on your lip as if trying to contain your happiness. “Is this a date?”

Jake grins at you. “It can be.” 

“Just tell me when and where.” you nod excitedly, and Jake beams at you. “I’d love to go out with you, Jake.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jake claps his hands together. He scoops up his snacks, backing away as he continues, “Hey, I’ve got to run back to the precinct, but I’ll text you, okay?”

“Got it.” you nod, grinning from ear to ear. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch Jake clumsily try to open the door, but he stops himself. 

“Oh! By the way,” Jake spins around on his heel. “Do you guys sell batteries?” 

“Um,” you glance over your shoulder at the inventory behind you. “We’ve got some. What kind do you need?”

“It’s for a clock.” Jake sighs, and you raise an eyebrow at his reaction. “It’s… a long story.”

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[kendrixtermina]

2 million of those are Palestinians to begin with.

As for the rest, it depends on whom you ask of course & what solution they favor. What will actually happen would probably be decided at the end of an elaborate politic or diplomatic process

The guy from Hesbollah said something in a speech like "middle eastern jews can stay but europeans must go" so it's not like that position doesn't exist, but most of the unitarian democratic state ppl don't plan on expelling anyone that's willing to coexist as an equal (so yeah they would get Palestinian passports) though military leadership & politicuans may go to trial

Also it's hard to imagine that the western political establishment could flip from blind pro-israel support against the will of their own people to tolerating their expulsion & maltreatment. You can imagine any possible hypothetical but right now it's the Palestinians that have reason to fear & mistrust.

At leaat the idea that Israelis would be killed en masse is a fiction - they didnt kill all Afrikaners after apartheid, they didnt kill all euro-americans when blacks & natives got civil rights, they didnt kill all protestans in northern Ireland when the oppression of the catholics ceased. The moment ppl get their hands on prosperity & stability they become incentivized to preserve it. Chances are the Israelis will still have more generational wealth & economic catchup will take time even if there's reparation. Desegregation might take ages. Many individuals will probably stay racist till theyre old farts even if the youth indoctrination is curttailed at least in official institutiond.

Something that's non-negotiable for most Palestinian factions & the reason past peace talks fell through is the return of refugees world wide especially those stuck in neighboring countries so they would become the majority.

Land & water rights reform is probably indicated because of how extreme the discrimination has been but rich influential former israelis may wiggle out of it (natives are still sometimes effed over re: natural resource use in many post-colonial countries like Australia, the US including Hawaii, Brazil.... ideally you would put laws in place to avoid this but the results of these kinda things are seldom perfect results. )

Personally, I think mass expelling anyone always leads to some degree of atrocities - Many have been rooted there for generations & wont go without a fight. They may have got there unjustly generations ago but there's some kind of warfare or conquest in the histories of most ppl. You cant treat ppl as a collective or blame kids for their parents.

Plus there is functioning infrastructure hospitals universities etc that wont be the same without the knowledge of the ppl running them - better to leave them & rather make it acessible to the whole population. All 14 million can vote, all 14 million get hightech hospitals.

That said, I can see many going back to brooklyn of their own accord if they can't have an artificial majority or play overlord no more.

You might say that theres too much bad blood for a unitarian state but it wouldnt be the first country that made it work & re-stabilized after ugly civil wars or ethnic conflicts. (Rwanda comed to mind) European countries would be constantly at war all the time & consider each other hereditary arch enemies, & now there's not even borders between them.

What you would have to have is to put peace building in the education process. De'-segregate child education so you have jewish muslim christian & druze toddlers all building sandcastles together & then when they're older march all the teenagers to Yet to be built Nakba Museum & ensure they know how bad the occupation was.

I would explicitly avoid the deliberate instilling of instilling collective guilt on innocent children cause, just look at Germany today where that has just become a silencing tool to make ppl play ball with the hegemony (ironically supporting rather than preventing atrocities in this war) or a recruitment tool for far righters by ceding them the sales pitch of "wouldnt you like to feel good about yourself - it's not the fault of the Israelis' children; no is to blame for the deeds of their parents.

Question: when Palestine is freed and Israel is destroyed, where would the 9 million formerly Israeli citizens go? Would they just adopt Palestinian passports? Would they be forced to go back to Europe? Will we see mosques and synagogues built next to one another with more peace than ever before? This is coming from someone who is pro Palestine.

[aphrorite]

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⋆ ✧₊ﾟmay 12th 2022 ☀️✨🌷 ⊹ɞ

today wasnt as bad as i thought itd b (,;; i could hrdly ge tout of bed becuas iw as super tired becau i was in acall last night n when i woek ip my bed was super cold ))): soo i endnedup getting out of bed aroun 720 but i still made it in time for school !!!!! 😆😋

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it was relly hot outsid too like high of 28 today???? ya i enjoye d it for a little bit but i wish it was jsut a little lesss cos its tooo hot and i dont hav sunglasses so i cant see 😠 cos too sunny. is pretty thoguh ileither way! <3

i wore a black pleated skirt, a white zip up turtleneck shirt, my vivenne dupe necklac (cos is too expensiv. also why buy it branded when i simply love the design and can diy it?!?! i heard it not rel gold )): ) , and later wore my af1 shadow that i accidntallg left at work (woopsi)

maths was rlly borin and four stduentd in my class were rlly annoying me ))): i odnt kno if its misophonia or somethin ? (my sister sai it migb tht) thoguh my classmate behind me woudlnt stop coughing n je did that every fiv second and it wa s hard 2 focus on trig cos of it ))): n t he n three student in corner of class woidlnt stop xackling and my music couldnt block it out . i wish i could hav a wuieter space to work cos that way i could focus easier , my music can only do so much !

speakin of music, im listening 2 undertale soundtrack again and im currently playing snowy from the spotufee . its really calming! ^^ i also like castle town, u can always come home, fallen down n home. ♡♡

 

work kinda bothered me ): im really stressesd n its making ym regresijnf involuntary. my ocd rlly lciked in when i was working w this one girl and i didnt know whehrer i was doinf a good job ); yeah shed say i did amazinf today bu… i wsjt s ur e cos our boss didnt seem so prohd of the boxes we got through,, we got thru 6 and had 7 left,,, almost half! hmph,,, i rllt odnt like my boss sjdhhs and im still sad cos my favourit employee and closest frien there brooklyn quit ): i didnt get her contac info so idk if ill ever see her again,, tho at lest she get make bank ag toher plac ! good on her. hehe 💸

i had pizza for dinnnerrr omg!!’nn nn n i got to choose what toppin this time it was MY PICCCCKKKK i so happy bout dwat. it didnt look as good as i thoguht cos i mae mistake of extra chees ebht it yummy in my tummy so is ok. yum yum chicken onion mushroom bacon cheese pizza aarhrhjfj deliciohsose

went on 2 walk with my sister ! played project sekai w her and watched her do a blender animation for her sims 4 char <3 i liv giving my cat roscoe cuddles hes so cute ! hhmm i cleaned me room again im really proud <3 (good job me, i did it!) drank some more water,, i SHWOERED OMG i m so proud,,, did some PAINTING HOMEWORK TOO AHHHHHHHHHH WHAT?????? CRAZY OMG,, DIDNT NAP TOO !! GLUED MY MOSIAC !! even tho nap is ok when i nap it too long ): SPENT TIME W MY CAT !! BUT OMG I ALSO WATCHED SONIC X FOR THE FIRST TIME AND IT TOTALLY EVOKED SO MUCH NOSTLAGIA BC WHEN I LITTLE LITTLE I LOVE DRAWIN AMY ROSE N SONIC ON MSPAINT AND IT WAS SO COOL AND CHEESY AND I LOV IT URGRHRH I HAVENT TOUCB NETFLIX IN SO LONG AAHH n i also WORK ON THIS BLOG !!!! all at break i was teyna see othe rpol blog and how it work n now i think its ,, making me feel heard and less stressed even tho i am only half regressing or agw dreaming . i also meditated while looking for some pfps and so infeel so transformed ! i also browsed aliexpress a lot today KDDJJSJFSHBD

i hav a math test tomorrow , work , n prob more hoemwoek so im stress BUT TOMOROW NEW DAY AND I DID LOTS TODAY AND AM PROUD. but i also should sleep earlier,,, is 138

bye bye diary for now. i luv u . bear say bye too 👋 🧸

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╰┈➤ sweetheart xx

[fagdykevash]

bestie what it is community please tell me about it

GASP someone to infodump to okok so. basic knowledge community is ur classic sitcom but!! the twist is that its constantly making fun of sitcom tropes (and itself) its really meta at some points but ill get into that laterrr. it all takes place in a community college and ill just go over the main characters for now bc i work in the morningjsjdjdn

jeff- hes an ex-lawyer w daddy issues and a huge ego. his character is okayyy but def not my fave.

britta- described in the show as an "anarchist cat owner". her heart is always in the right place, but shes just... bad at executing some of her ideas (side note: my favorite quote of hers is "you cant blame him, thats like me blaming owls for how much i suck at analogies")

abed- where to begin. hes the best character (who lowkey started my gender crisis) but he's introduced as "quirky weird kid who makes movie references and movies of his friends". important note is abed is v much hinted to be on the spectrum but they never say it outright,, oh also community was made in like. 2010 so keep that in mind. anyway i could be projecting (i am) but abed just knows everyone and himself really well so he just acts a certain way to make everyone and himself happy. he makes movies thru out the series and it gives a fantastic insight om how he sees the world. he takes movies and tv very seriously and i love him for it <33333

troy- my beloved. hes like... himbo at its finest. he starts off as a dumb self-centered jock but eventually evolves into kind and forgiving air-conditioning repair Man. hes bffs w abed but lets be honest theyre in love. like. ill get into that later djdjdsskejdifjfj

pierce- hes an old man bigot and i hate him. thats all you need to know

shirley- christian single mother who's super passive agressive and guilt-trip-y. i like her character but theres not much else to say abt her?

annie- if youve seen brooklyn 99 then imagine like... a younger amy whos also a (headcanon) lesbian. annie JUST got out of highschool (and a pill addiction) and shes just looking for someone to love. shes really organized and she plans her whole life years in advance and she kinda hates herself for it. she was gonna be in a relationship w jeff but the fans were like,,, no??? theres like a two decade age gap???? so they kinda stopped that.

which brings me to my next point::: Troy And Abed Had A Better Relationship Arc Than Any Of The Straight People And They Weren't Even In A Relationship.

ok im SUPER biased here but stay with me. they have a SONG. they share a favorite SHOW. they DRESS UP LIKE THE BEST FRIENDS FROM THAT SHOW CASUALLY. your honor they are soulmates even platonically. at one point in abeds films, annie looks at the camera and he goes "annie dont 'jim' the camera". but im all of abed's films, troy 'jims' the camera... and abed lets him. this doesn't sound like a lot but TRUST ME theres more (also its now 3am so brain is kinda fuzzy lmao).

ok so we got the cast: plot wise? theres a lot going on. the show suffered a lot of growing pains and was notorious for goin over budget. also the creator/head writer (dan harmon) literally always procrastinated till the last possible second to write scripts (also he sxually hrassed someone but he apologized pretty well apparently). but he was a GENIUS. so much so that when they fired him, the show dropped in quality so drastically that they had to bringing him back. abed was basically his self insert btw and thats why when he did leave abed's character went out the window. dan left for season four, which everone calls the gasleak year, bc al the characters were so fucking out of character. i personally dont think season 4 was that bad but. i can see where ppl are coming from.

whoops i didnt say the plot. ok so the whole thing is jeff, remember hes an EX lawer, apperantly faked his law degree so he has to go to community college to get one. on the way he bonds w a ragtag group of misfits he slowly learns to love. they start as a spanish study group, but by the end theyre a community to save the school.

britta and jeff honestly shouldve been the endgame but they fucked it up when they tried to pair jeff w annie. troy and abed are so fun to watch, everyone else is kinda just there.

i heard one person (i think it was @/peachy-pear is there url??) describe community as "the first four seasons are about troy and abed, and season 5 and 6 are about the lack of troy and abed" which like. yeah exactly.

community gets super meta at some points, taking jabs at itself (someone saying "i was under utilized as a character") or jabs at other shows (abed has a whole rant abt how autism is treated like a "super power" which is really good).

ok im really fucking tired and for dome reason i keep thinking about clips from super mario odyssey so i should proooobably sleep lmao

sorry ab the long post i just. like this show so muchhhhhhh