#fecking pisses me off

[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Imagine its way down the line, and the hazbins are all running from the big bad, more or less cornered.

Maybe someone's injured, maybe their escape is just time sensitive.

Either way, Alastors knows he needs to get Charlie and the other out, and damnit this is not how things were supposed to go, and he's trying to stay behind, stall for time, do the right fucking thing for once.

But Charlie, no, she's not gonna leave him, no matter how many times he tells her to just go damnit. If he MUST die Alastor the Altuist, the least she could do was give him the dignity of doing it alone.

So he turns to her, dead serious, a familiar green glow filling the air, a small, almost delicate little chain wraps around each of their wrists, and he's says.

"A favor, any favor, at the time of my choosing princess."

"No, Alastor-"

"Do me a favor Charlie, and get out. Do me a favor and don't make this effort worth nothing."

And still, Vaggie and others have to drag her a good ways away, before she finally accepts that she made her deal, and Alastor made his choices, and she gets them all out.

And the second their all out, and the little chain falls from her wrist.

She's running right back in.

[steamedeggs]

my boss had me stay 30 min late even though i dont get paid overtime🧍🏻‍♀️

[ruairy]

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[sergeantmeows]

The Artist

A '09 Ghoap One-Shot

The Captain always had that goddamn notebook with him. It almost pissed Ghost off. All he wanted was to see what that man scribbles down in that stupid notebook, and it seemed to consume his every waking thought. Why? Why was this fucking notebook so important to him? He didn't know. All he knows is that he had to get his hands on that notebook.

So, he hatches a plan. A totally normal, sane plan to sneak into Captain MacTavish's dorm and steal the notebook while he was asleep. All while praying to God he doesn't wake up. He knows this is reckless and could end with him in a shit-ton of trouble. But the notebook.

The Captain never locked his door at night, and Ghost never knew why that also drove him crazy. In fact, everything that he didn't know about MacTavish drove him mad. He shakes that from his mind and focuses on how his hand is now twisting the Captain's doorknob. And is opening the door. And he's stepping inside. And- holy shit, he just snuck into his Captain's dorm. He should leave now, and he fully intends to, but when he whips around to leave the room, he is stopped by a sleep-thick voice, "Lieutenant?"

Shit. He slowly turns, "Um... yes, Captain?"

"What the hell are doing in here?"

"Wrong door?"

The Captain turns on his side, away from Ghost, "Christ, get yer ass out of here."

---

The day after, Ghost averts his eyes from MacTavish unless absolutely necessary. He can't believe how much of an idiot he was for even attempting to steal that notebook, but at least the man bought his lie. However, he was still obsessing over that notebook, as if what was on the pages was a mystery to life itself.

As if the universe wanted to laugh at him, he comes across MacTavish in the yard with the goddamn notebook, sketching. It feels... intimate. Like Ghost just intruded on a tender moment between MacTavish and the pages underneath his pencil. Maybe he should leave...

"What're you drawing?" the question leaves Ghost's lips before he can think. MacTavish's head shoots up, and his drawing halts.

"Nothing, Lieutenant," he dodges the question, but Ghost won't give up that easily.

"Don't look like nothin'."

"Well, it is."

"Come on, let me see."

With a huff, the Captain snaps his notebook closed and stands out of the grass, "Mind yer fecking business, Lieutenant."

---

Each failure only brought about more obsession. Ghost needed to see this notebook, and he decided to take any means necessary to do so. Even if it made him look like an asshole, and what he was about to definitely would.

He steps right to the Captain, who is scribbling in his book, and snatches it away before the other man can speak. "What the fuck-" Of course, he tries to take it back, but Ghost has already seen all he needed to see. When he gazes at the pages that have filled him with such infernal obsession for the past few weeks, he sees himself. He flips through and sees more. Sketches of himself in training, at dinner, drinking at a bar, in the field... it was baffling.

"Simon..." MacTavish softly pleads, terrified for the man's reaction.

Everything seemed to materialize for Ghost in this moment. It began to make sense why he was so concerned with the notebook and the Captain.

"Didn't know you were so obsessed with me, Captain," he says with a self-satisfied smirk as his gaze shifts to the one he loves.

[graysparrowao3]

The 'Why You Suck' Speech

Saw a post about tropes and one was the 'why you suck speech'. When I wrote this I read it so many times I have it memorized lol.

Rugan's 'why you suck' speech to Aradin:

You’re a half-rate fighter and piss-poor leader. An arrogant shitstain that brings the average intelligence of this city down and the reason adventuring gets a bad rap. Everything you touch gets worse. Your people only follow you because they’ve no better option, then you get them killed. You’re a foul-mouthed, incompetent, violent waste of breath and they’ll bury you next to your worthless, vile old man because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You think you've made something of yourself because you're too stupid to see everyone laughing at your pathetic legacy.

Aradin's monologue response:

“Do you think you said anything I didn’t already know? I’m a colossal bellend, a fuck up beyond all measure? No one likes me and you used me to get off? Do you think that’s news to me? Do you think it’s gonna hurt my precious feelings any more than you already have?

            “Unlucky for you mate, I seem to be all desensitized to your rubbish. The world’s most unscrupulous knob wasn’t very nice? Shall I go and get the press? Next Baldur’s Mouth headline: Local Bastard Acts Like A Bastard. You talk like you’ve never purposely tried to wreck me before. I might not be the sharpest blade on the block but this is not my first time dealing with your particular brand of horseshite.

            “Let’s get some perspective, shall we? When we met, you wanted me to know my place so hard you wouldn’t even kiss me. Then you straight up held me down so you could feel like you owned me or some shite. Then there was the time you bloody railed me after… that time’s kind of fuzzy to be honest. Next you - and let’s not forget this - almost fecking killed me. Not to mention that one time you got me off like a damn megalomaniac, whatever the fuck that was supposed to be.

            “And I still gave you the coin you needed when you needed it. Because clearly you’ve done damage to my head, which probably wasn’t right to begin with. And off you went without so much as a word because that’s just who you are. And then look who shows up out of nowhere to take advantage of my time and bed because you know I ain’t gonna turn you down.”

            “And that’s the upstanding bloke who finally says it like it is. Who can rip me apart because you know every sore spot to really twist the knife. Tells me I’m so pissin’ unlikeable no one could ever want me, that always goes and ruins it every time it feels like it might not be so bad because we couldn’t possibly have that and Gods know I don’t deserve it.”

            “So yeah. Every last word you said is true. I am exactly what you said I am. Might be the first real thing out your damn mouth. But I’m still here after all you’ve put me through, you stupid fecking cunt. Do you think dressing me down is the worst you’ve done? Tell myself that crap everyday, mate.”

            “You must’ve forgotten: I know you talk shite out your bloody arse instead of saying what you damn well mean. So the real question here is, given all that, given that I’m all you said - hells, maybe worse even - if that’s what you actually think and you’re not just full of it you Gods damn lying, miserable bastard…”

            “Why the feck are you still here?”

From part 8 of the series.

[imtotallynormalmhmyes]

The Artist

A '09 Ghoap One-Shot

The Captain always had that goddamn notebook with him. It almost pissed Ghost off. All he wanted was to see what that man scribbles down in that stupid notebook, and it seemed to consume his every waking thought. Why? Why was this fucking notebook so important to him? He didn't know. All he knows is that he had to get his hands on that notebook.

So, he hatches a plan. A totally normal, sane plan to sneak into Captain MacTavish's dorm and steal the notebook while he was asleep. All while praying to God he doesn't wake up. He knows this is reckless and could end with him in a shit-ton of trouble. But the notebook.

The Captain never locked his door at night, and Ghost never knew why that also drove him crazy. In fact, everything that he didn't know about MacTavish drove him mad. He shakes that from his mind and focuses on how his hand is now twisting the Captain's doorknob. And is opening the door. And he's stepping inside. And- holy shit, he just snuck into his Captain's dorm. He should leave now, and he fully intends to, but when he whips around to leave the room, he is stopped by a sleep-thick voice, "Lieutenant?"

Shit. He slowly turns, "Um... yes, Captain?"

"What the hell are doing in here?"

"Wrong door?"

The Captain turns on his side, away from Ghost, "Christ, get yer ass out of here."

---

The day after, Ghost averts his eyes from MacTavish unless absolutely necessary. He can't believe how much of an idiot he was for even attempting to steal that notebook, but at least the man bought his lie. However, he was still obsessing over that notebook, as if what was on the pages was a mystery to life itself.

As if the universe wanted to laugh at him, he comes across MacTavish in the yard with the goddamn notebook, sketching. It feels... intimate. Like Ghost just intruded on a tender moment between MacTavish and the pages underneath his pencil. Maybe he should leave...

"What're you drawing?" the question leaves Ghost's lips before he can think. MacTavish's head shoots up, and his drawing halts.

"Nothing, Lieutenant," he dodges the question, but Ghost won't give up that easily.

"Don't look like nothin'."

"Well, it is."

"Come on, let me see."

With a huff, the Captain snaps his notebook closed and stands out of the grass, "Mind yer fecking business, Lieutenant."

---

Each failure only brought about more obsession. Ghost needed to see this notebook, and he decided to take any means necessary to do so. Even if it made him look like an asshole, and what he was about to definitely would.

He steps right to the Captain, who is scribbling in his book, and snatches it away before the other man can speak. "What the fuck-" Of course, he tries to take it back, but Ghost has already seen all he needed to see. When he gazes at the pages that have filled him with such infernal obsession for the past few weeks, he sees himself. He flips through and sees more. Sketches of himself in training, at dinner, drinking at a bar, in the field... it was baffling.

"Simon..." MacTavish softly pleads, terrified for the man's reaction.

Everything seemed to materialize for Ghost in this moment. It began to make sense why he was so concerned with the notebook and the Captain. 

"Didn't know you were so obsessed with me, Captain," he says with a self-satisfied smirk as his gaze shifts to the one he loves.

[gordontheengineswifenirmal]

My mum would b thrilled that Kamala Harris is running for president, because she’s female. I like her not simply because she’s half Indian, but because she’s strong, she’s classy. She’s intelligent. She’s a mature woman - she doesn’t show off or seek attention. She shows great potential.

I also have to laugh at jd Vance’s comment.

"We are effectively run in this country via the Democrats, via our corporate oligarchs, by a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they've made and so they want to make the rest of the country miserable too," Vance said.

Oh for fecks sake. He acts as though ALL mothers are automatically happy being so. Even if u became a mum through rape or had kids n realised it wasn’t as great as u thought. Or whatever. Ok, me life does suck, but it’s NOT because I don’t have kids.

He wants you to think that ONLY childless cat people have mental health issues, and that tradwife lifestyles don’t. There’s a silent oppression and delusion thought process that goes with that lifestyle. It often feels cultish, and can easily entertain abuse. No thanks. Mothers can be just as miserable as what he assumes ALL childless women are. Some childless women do wish they had kids, n that’s valid. Many of us are quite happy that we don’t. We are equally valid. Sometimes, by NOT having kids, we r saving prospective offspring from more health concerns or possible abuse. It’s actually incredibly responsible, and that energy can be better spent elsewhere that’s more productive for the individual.

In fact, if I would have had kids, it would have been worse. I was never emotionally cut out for children, and they’d bring out the worst of me temper. I know this and accept this about me. I would be the best them/make the afraid of me to love me sort. I’m also extremely sensitive to stress, and get overstimulated easily. This leads to me getting rather bitchy. I’m also sensitive to pain. Pregnancy and especially labour often cause intense pain. Kids are loud, they smell, they are full of shite, piss, n puke. Frequently. I’m not worried about ruining the figure, lol. That’s already been gone, n there r far more serious concerns to worry about.

Besides, a lot of parents think they are doing well by their kids by spoiling them. They create entitle, privileged brats who are unable to properly acclimate to society’s challenges. Struggle is a natural part of life, and these folks can’t cope as easily. They also treat others as tho they can walk all over them. These parents teach their kids that they don’t need to move aside for others, it doesn’t matter if their kids run smock n knock into you. They don’t need to apologise. You are at THEIR mercy. They can’t mouth off to u, n that’s fine. Its selfish. Its delusional. It’s vile.

Also, mental and physical health issues run thick in the family. Aside from that, I’m just barely making it meself. I have tried to keep jobs, and ptsd n anxiety (as well as other issues) have led to me quitting or being fired. I’ve applied for well paying jobs, got me degrees, n don’t even get looked at - unless it’s a scam. I don’t even have my own place. The struggle is so real, i rebt a room.

In fact, the therapist and shrink seem to think that me ptsd doesbt affect it, just bdcause to them i can live in roomd. The thing they dont realise is that its either a room, or im homeless. I dont have a choice. Thus doesnt mean that its not without issue. I have to internalise a lot, since no one either acknowkedges the issues, or dont really care. Or both. And when youre in such a position, u put urself more at risk of neing kicked out. Its a battle of ‘whats the bigger evil?’ I often battle depression over frustration in private. The internalising also leads to depression. Tbe everyday stress of cohabitation add more triggers. It literally feeks like im at war, trying to durvive every day. N wbrn a hoysemate has a paramour over, the intense lsnic attacks strike. These r quickly exhuasting.

With all that being said, being childless, and being around cats makes things slightly better. Cats are soft, delicate. They allow me to experience a temporary patience I’m unable to have with people. They make sweet sounds, they cuddle with me, they look at me with soft, sweet faces. They don’t talk back, they don’t insult or abuse you.

Nah, I’ll never regret being a childless cat lady. I’m doing society a favour.

[whosxafraid]

She's A Rolex

Starter requested by @ifyoucatchacriminal

Banging.

That's the first thing that should have told him something was fecking wrong. But up until three seconds ago he was dead asleep--closer to the actual than the metaphorical to boot. And now he's shuffle footing it to his front door. Half fell down the god damn steps before getting to the lock. Half a dozen curse words not in English before he's slinging the god damn thing open. Green and off yellow going wide as he stares down at the face staring up at him.

"Watch?! Lass, wha--?"

No time. Let me in.

And he's on alert in a fraction of a second. Gaze tearing from her to the outside. The outside where the rain is coming down in sheets. The scent of everything sub-duded. Muted. Muggy if he had to put a word to it. And he hates that. Hates that in spades. But where scent is not helping him sight and hearing attempt it. But there's too much movement from the rain and too little of it anywhere else. And its roaring like a dragon thrice pissed. So it's with only so much caution that the door slams shut behind her. Every lock from the top to the bottom shoved into place.

And hand that only dares hover at the small of Watch's back as he ushers her through the space he uses as a garage. Passed the SUV, van, and motor bike, all unmarked, all unassuming and as black as the void in which they sit. Onward up the steps he directs until the next door behind them is pulled closed. And from there she sheds shoes and socks while he takes her coat.

His guest allowed to venture out into the living room of his abode. A living room buffeted on two sides by floor to ceiling windows. Similar sized bookshelves that stand upon either side, in between and along the length of the opposite wall. Watch moving to collapse upon the couch at the center of the view while Luka digs up a towel, blankets, something to eat and drink. And by the time it is all said and done? She looks far better than she did when the banging began.

"Ye go' toi'me now, lass?"

She nods. A breath taken. A wary look at the windows. He knows she knows nothing can touch her here. That glass has stopped stronger things than sniper bullets in and outside of this zip code. And while he will close the blinds if she asks...

I'm being...watched.

He doesn't smile. Not a single lick of amusement to what should have been a slightly funny inside joke to break the tension. But now isn't the time for jokes and there's the slightest chuck of his chin to get her to continue.

I don't know how...or by who...hell I don't even know when it specifically started. I just....things weren't...things haven't been where I put them. Every time I leave the house it feels like there's someone right behind me but every time I try to catch them...

Hands come up as she shakes a frown from her features.

I thought it might have been the nymph you said lives in the tree in my court yard--she's been acting weird. I thought maybe she was sick but she wouldn't talk to me. And then two nights ago...

She wanders away from whatever she was going to say, and he has to redirect. The slightest nudge of a finger against tea mug in her hands now, because anyone that knows Watch? Knows her germophobia cannot handle being touched.

S-sorry uh...t-two nights ago--this is going to sound insane but I--I was working and... I swear I felt someone touch me, Luka. I felt the warmth of their hand the weight of it but the second I turned around...nothing. Nothing but this gut wrenching feeling I was exposed. Exposed like I was in Pa--Paris. I wasn't followed...I checked and rechecked and rechecked again just like you taught me.

And that is all he needs to hear. He promised her what happened to her in Paris would never happen again. And he meant it. It wouldn't. Watch had nearly died that night, and it was not something Luka O'Rian was going to allow to happen twice. And he tells her as much, before getting up. Moving to one of the windows. Phone pulled from a pocket, a number dialing as it settles at his ear.

Because Watch isn't his only "friend" and if there's one thing that all six foot ten and red hair of him is good at? It's finding people that don't want to be found. Especially when they're a threat to his employee and by that measure his own livelihood.

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

"do you ever shut up?"

thanks to atypical-artisan for helping with the errors!

given that it's a mini story i'll post it here to, but for those who like ao3 stuff i'll give the link here

story in undercut!

The locker room was pure bliss and quiet, with only a cat and water bowl in the entire room. Well that ended as Ardin slammed the door open, prideful of her victory against the cat's owner.

“Maybe train harder and you can win a world fight one day Vicky.”

“I am begging you to actually shut up.” Vicky muttered as she headed to her locker. “Hi Katz. Hope you didn't feel too lonely.”

Vicky petted Katz, who let out a satisfied purr, as she proceeded to open her locker.

“You're just upset that I won and you didn't.” Ardin said, slightly in a mocking tone as she opened her locker and took a bag out. “And I would love to keep rubbing it in. But i got shit to do so goodbye ‘emper-”

Ardin ran right into the door backing up just a bit to comprehend what was happening.

“The feck?” “what?” “The bloody door is stuck?” “Wh-”

ardin kicked the door, which still wasn't moving.

“The damn thing is stuck!”

“What?! How the hell? came in!”

“The devils light. algún nombre español al azar? Im not even gonna try to pronounce this one- jesus fuck aran where did you get these?” “Oh like i'm rattin’ anyone out to you, lucky.” “I'm more impressed by how you kept crates in your locker than anything.”

“They put fireworks in front of the fucking door.” Ardin muttered.

“You can hear?”

“Barely.”

Ardin backed away from the doors.

“Normally I would just set the damn things off but i'm very certain lucky is there and well they aren't livin’ up their name in the “don't get hurt” department.”

Vicky rolled her eyes.

“And worst is that the other exit is the gyms and that's getting a deep clean. Any ideas?”

Ardin held up a phone.

“Call them?” “Yes! Cal- wait a fucking minute.” Vicky patted her pockets before snatching her phone back.

“You shouldn't have that in the ring ya know.”

“For your information it was- ah damn it. It's dead.”

Vicky placed her phone in her pocket before turning to Ardin.

“Left mine in my bike.”

“What?”

“Under the seat is hollow so I can put bags and whatever in it.”

Ardin walked over to her locker and opened it.

“In due time they're gonna move those damn things to the basement.”

Vicky muttered, before looking over at Ardin. Curiosity getting the best of her.

Ardin wasn't one to allow her locker to be seen for some reason. So the fact she was crouched down definitely gave a spot to look in it. Vicky walked over just enough to see the inside.

It was very neat. Literally there were six different first aid kits on the locker well. A clear space where her bag would have gone.. oh hey that's why, she had a whole bottle of liquor stashed in the corner. Her gloves were neatly hung up, weird Vicky didn't notice her take them off, she shrugged and started to walk to her locker when she saw the locker door.

It had pictures on it, lots. Some were of Aran, some of Andrew who Vicky didn't recognize much, some of two other people, one of the two being lucky, And some of a couple of birds, with captions of lunar under a yellow one and solar under the black one, and a dog, who had no captions. The only stand outish picture was one that had two sticky notes on the end covering two people up. With one having Angel wings and halo while the other had devil horns and tail. Curious Vicky tried to take them off.

Only for the locker to slam shut and Ardin looking pissed.

“Now I know feckin' better than to assume your dad out there didn't teach you not to touch people's shit!”

She shouted. Vicky immediately backed up at that, not really knowing what to say as Ardin’s eyes showed icy glares. After a bit, Ardin rolled her eyes, growled, and picked up the liquor bottle and slightly shut the door.

“You uh know you shouldn't-”

“oh please you and those mystery rules you have, what's next you're gonna see my hair is not up to code? Give me a break.” Ardin Opened the bottle and took a swig at it.

“Ok but that's still bad!”

“God, do you ever shut up! You know this is why you and your father are 2nd in the Minor circuit!” Ardin turned and looked at Vicky. “You're too obsessed with your looks, you criticize others unwarranted, and you are actin’ like you're one of the feckin' officials!”

Ardin shouted before grumbling something and headed to the sinks. Vicky was shocked at the whole altercation. And just sat down on the bench as Katz jumped up to her.

The two sat in silence for a good while, not much to say after something like that, outside the purring from Katz. Looking at the time it was nearly 10.

“God, we've been here a while.” Vicky thought. Before sighing and going over to Ardin, holding Katz like a doll.

“Hey Ardin, uh.”

Ardin gave a glare, and her hand moved into a position where her thumb was the ceiling. Vicky had a sense of dread loom over her.

“Uh, I just wanted to say sorry.”

Ardin had a look of confusion as Vicky said that.

“I know I tend to be. Um, what's the word?”

“Annoying and obnoxious?”

“..right..”

Vicky looked awkwardly at the mirror, not really knowing exactly what to say before Ardin sighed.

“Lass you don't need to apologize.”

Vicky looked very confused as she turned back to Ardin.

“Huh?” “Look.”

Ardin pushed the bottle away before looking at Vicky.

“It was an overreaction. On my part. You were just curious and-”

“No, it was completely reasonable.”

Vicky placed Katz on the counter as she said that.

“It was your stuff. I shouldn't have tried to mess with it. And you're right.”

Vicky placed her arms on the sink.

“I’m constantly nagging folks about everything. I know I shouldn't, they aren't kids in the rookie league but you know I just worry about them.”

“oh i know that feeling.”

Vicky did a double take on what Ardin said before looking at her bewildered.

“Huh?” “Well not with everyone. Just a few.”

Ardin grabbed the bottle and jokingly offered it to Vicky, who refused.

“And those few are?” “Me brothers, caff, and zoid.”

Vicky had a more confused look, before she opened her mouth Ardin put a finger up.

“I can explain them.”

She took another swig of the bottle before pushing it away.

“Look. Me brothers should be oblivious. Aran is constantly cheating, getting his arms hurt at least once a week, and Andrew? Hah that guy couldn't even keep his anger under control if he wanted.”

Ardin looked at the mirror, albeit almost lonely.

“Caff and zoid are another story. Zoid is just 17 years old, vic. She doesn't know what could happen to her here. Sure we are very close to the Canada border but c'mon that's not comforting to someone with common sense. And caff…”

Ardin sighed before looking at Vicky again.

“Don't tell me you don't think something off about her.”

Vicky was more concerned and confused now than ever.

“I think you had enough..” “no i'm serious! You ever see her around for long? You ever notice how every lost seems to have her go emotionless in rematches? How she looks at her coach with fear?”

Vicky took a moment to process that. Come to think of it, Caff was actually scheduled for a fight this morning but nobody actually seen her after it. Actually the fact ardin noticed all that.

“Wait, how did you notice all that and not any of us? I'm certain raven would have stepped in if she saw it.”

Ardin had a look of upset and pain before she covered her face. “Cause those were the same fucking reaction me siblings had with dad.”

Vicky looked shocked upon hearing that. As Ardin just sighed.

“I. I can't go into details but it wasn't anything physical. The bastard was just a drug Loving drunk who oh so loved to put his insecurities on us. Roree and Andrew specifically.”

Ardin reached for the bottle but Vicky just pulled it away.

“Ardin. Why didn't- “

“cause frankly it didn't matter. But it landed them in situations they shouldn't have been in, you know me and lucky aren't the only ones who needed a hospital stay? I'm glad the bastard’s dead but.”

Ardin bit her hand which caused Vicky to automatically pull it away. Ardin just pulled back.

“But what?”

Ardin looked down before sighing.

“The last time he was bailed out by my mother was the last day we seen either of them alive. Drunk driver crashed into them. He died instantly, and he just had to drag her with.”

Vicky looked at Ardin with pity for a bit.

“I wish we could trade mother's then.”

Ardin looked at Vicky.

“Ah right your dads single. What happened to your mom?” “Oh nothing as bad as she deserved.”

Ardin was shocked to hear that Vicky was always kind when talking about others so this was a surprise.

“Sorry sorry. I know that's out of character but- but she's just one of those I can't see redemption in.”

Now Vicky was the one taking swigs out of the bottle before she continued.

“She's still alive. She left me and dad when I was around 7. Wanted nothing to do with me. Wanted her own mini her! Can you believe that? So when she tried everything and it failed she sent me to military school. Jokes on her dad got me into boxing class.”

Vicky chuckled at that part.

“She left a year before the school closed. Then we moved here and never saw her again.”

Ardin put a hand on Vicky's shoulder before yanking the bottle away.

“You had enough.”

There was a pause before both of them started laughing, mainly at the whole thing.

“God what is this therapy? We get trapped in the locker rooms and next we're complaining about our parents!”

Vicky said, causing concern in katz.

“Fuck sake really. This is the weakest either one of us has been huh?”

Ardin went back to her locker and put the bottle away. The two stopped laughing eventually but another thing hit them as they looked at each other.

“Let's um. Let's just take this to the grave, ja?” “Ay you read my mind- uh is that smoke?”

Ardin pointed at the door as Vicky walked over and looked at it.

“And..sparks?”

The two looked at eachother, and remembered that the door opened both ways.

“I suggest we take cover.” “Yeah that's a good plan.”

The two dashed off in different directions just as a firework shot into the room. More to follow. Vicky grabbed Katz and hid under the sinks while Ardin hid in the showers. Colorful lights blinding the two as they closed their eyes, vicky shielding Katz eyes and ears, until they suddenly stopped. A ringing was still being heard as Ardin got out of the shower. Located vicky and pulled her out from under the sinks just as lucky popped their head in.

“What the- you both were in here the whole time?!” “Yeah! Did you all forget or what?!”

Deedee walked in, trying to put a small flame out and looked at the damages.

“Honestly we didn't know how heavy those things actually were. Or how fragile they were to just go off. What the hell were you two doing in here without calling us anyways?”

Vicky and Ardin looked at each other before shrugging.

“Asking the other if they ever shut up.”

[msfbgraves]

Daniel comes off as totally irresistible in your MobAU. I bet Terry was all “That little Italian Omega means nothing to me, I can get over this.” And then he fails to, spectacularly. Oops. Anyway, just how desperate was Terry to have his wedding night, lol? 

Desperate enough! In fact:

“You're being honeytrapped, you know that.” John crosses his arms, face set in a signature scowl.

He looks at him. “Do you have anything new to say?”

“It bears repeating.” He lifts his chin. “Terry, they're stalling. Only people who do that are weak. Do you want them to regroup first?”

“We can take 'em, John, but can we hold them?”

“The feck you take me for? Of course!”

He smiles. “Johnny. I don't have time to play dictator. I, we, we need to expand, and if I have to waste my people babysitting some resentful Italians, that's not ever gonna work. There's the Russians, Chinese, Arabs and they're hungry.”

John sniffs. “We could take Russians, or Chinese or half of feckin England if we stick to our ground.”

“Sure, and then, when we're depleted, some damned cartel boss is going to swoop in. Let them do that to the other ones first.”

John leans on his hand fixes him. “If this is about the Prima Donna -”

“It's a boy, John.”

“It's a goat for all I care. It's trouble, you eejit. How often have you seen him, once?” He scoffs. “Jesus, Terry. They're throwing kitties at you as we speak.”

He sighs. “Trying to buy their way in, they don't offer anything.”

“Oh, and he does?”

Christ, that smell. The ripeness of him. Health, too. He'd not lacked for anything. But those eyes were quick. The fire in them. And those lips...

John shakes his head. “Jesus, it's like fucking Troy.” He stands up. “You're getting killed tonight, you eejit, so I'm putting everyone on high alert. Again.”

Terry grins. “All I ask.”

“I will squeeze your Mandy for a payout, so,” John says. “That English bitch of hers can pay for the service.”

“I have no doubt,” Terry says. “You'll be King of the block, Johnny.”

But never more, and that is what he needs to find a way to prevent.

And this way is looking ever more appealing.

***

Sweet Mother of God, is he gorgeous.

And even more pissed off than last time.

“It's good to see you” gets him an: “Is it? Why?”

He touches his arm. “Come now, don't fish for compliments.” He leans over, whispers in his ear: “You know you're beautiful.”

The boy freezes for half a second. “And that's the most important thing?”

“It's all I know as yet.” He straightens up. “I was hoping we could change that.”

He blushes, look away, seemingly not a day older than fourteen. “And what if I don't want that?”

“Then you might miss out on some fun.” He winks at him. “C'mon. What do you have to lose?”

In fact, nobody can stay snippy on the subject of fun for very long, Terry knows that from experience, and soon enough they're knee deep into a discussion of Pop vs Swing. The boy is really into guitar, keeps talking about some fella called Reinhardt. It's refreshing, after all the Benny Goodman talk. But then he leans over, whispers in a conspiratorial tone: “But who I really like is Robert Johnson.”

Terry nearly spits out his wine. “Johnson?” he says, trying not to laugh. “Sweetheart. What do you have to be blue about?”

The hurt that flashes over his face makes Terry wants to kick himself. “I don't know,” the boy says, pulling back. “People not taking you seriously?”

“Daniele,” his mother interjects suddenly. “All this music talk – why don't you play us something?”

He frowns. “Ah, no, Ma...”

“Yes,” the Don says. “What a good idea. Daniele, get your instrument.”

There's a murmur of assent. And of course Terry wants to hear it, but he hates how the boy ducks together. “Why don't we all play something?” he says, looking at the rather grand piano in the adjacent room.

“My son is very good,” the Don says. “In fact, I'd say he sometimes even plays too much.”

Bastard. The utter bastard. Why put him on the spot like that? “Really, it'd be my pleasure,” Terry says, but the Don has fixed his son again. “Now, please, Daniele.”

Poor sweetheart, but there's little to be done. They all file into the other room as he slinks away to get a guitar.

But oh, baby knows his instrument. He can see the look of concentration that only comes from genuine enjoyment. Turn inside, Terry wants to whisper to him. Where it's you and the notes. Nothing else.

And when he seems poised to do just that:

“Mozart,” the Don says.

His head shoots up. “What?”

“It's all I've heard you play for days,” the Don says. “Mozart.”

“I'm not done with that one yet,” he says, turning pale. He looks to the room. “It's not written for guitar, I was transcribing it, please...”

The Don gives a thin smile. “Mozart.”

“Come on, Daniel!” that's the eldest. “We've all heard it!”

And now Terry can't help himself. “Do you mind?”

The boy seems to make a decision, by all accounts to get it the hell over with. He sits down, breathes in, and starts.

Oh, sweetheart. Sweetheart. It's Alla Turca, and those quick sixteenths are hard enough as it is on piano. (He should know, with old Dougal Andrews always urging him to play 'real music' until he finally relented and taught him this one, free of charge.) But those runs need supporting chords, and that's murderously difficult on solo guitar, so you're constantly stuck making compromises. It's not impossible, but it's hardly intuitive, and he sees the boy's brow furrow in pained concentration.

And then he stops.

Of course. Terry doesn't wait but walks over, opens the piano and continues the piece, hoping he's found the right key – by all accounts, he has – and nods at Daniel. The boy understands, plays the repetition as intended, but at least, with Terry on chords, he has his hands free to focus on the melody.

He sees him breathe out, relax.

Good boy.

He's even joking around with the tempi a little bit, little showoff, and draws out the end chord ridiculously long, until Terry sees the Don pull a face.

Serves him right.

“Thanks,” he mumbles and moves to put away his guitar, determinedly avoiding eye contact.

Well, he'll have to make him listen, then, won't he?

Terry puts his fingers back on the keys, can't help picturing what he'd like to do if those fingers were caressing someone's skin. And yet, he can't but well up a little; the last person he'd played this for was Mandy.

Oh, Danny Boy...

Not something often played in a room full of Italians, and he sees the uncle give him a hard look in the minute pause between phrases.

He plays all four verses, improvising as he goes. Then he closes the piano, looks back at the omega.

The boy gives him a half smile.

“I thought they played this at funerals?”

For one second, Terry's stunned.

This brat. Feckin Hell!

The Don nods at him. “Thank you, Daniele. Mr. Silver. Care to join me for a cigar?”

He looks back at the boy, who's had the decency to turn bright red.

Just you wait, little one.

Back in the Don's room, he smokes the cigar standing up. “I'm not going to spoil him.”

The Don's smile is thin lipped. “That's what I said to my wife.”

Terry grins. “I can't make out if he's brave or stupid at times.”

The Don lifts his chin. “He is very young.” He stands from behind the desk. “Do we have a deal?”

Terry straightens up as well. “I would never let him go,” he says. “Not for the whole world.”

“Don't worry,” the Don says. “I won't.” He nods. “I'll have my attorney send you the details. My wife Lucille will be in charge of the arrangements.” He walks past him, opens the door.

“Good night, son.”

[hybridkilljoys]

What infuriates me the most about the whole hogshit game discourse isn't the fact people are still playing the game, it's the fact so many people are being proud about playing it and they are being proud of being absolute cunts towards trans folk. So many people can't just settle with playing their fecking wizard game in silence, no they Have to let everyone know, they Have to act like a victim when called out, they Have to make tiktoks and tweets mocking trans people who are upset, they Have to be spiteful and get a kick from taking part in something that's pissing off this oppressed group of people who have the right to be upset at a franchise made by some billionaire cunt who's using the money she gains from said franchise to make their lives more difficult, because it's always so much easier to spit in the face of trans folk who are upset than, you know, being a decent human being and sympathizing with them.

[my-timing-is-digital]

[ Ooc: This was what I've been fucking waiting for. The Enterprise-D. Fuck yes. "Obviously we cannot use the Enterprise-E" lol. Yeah, that's what happens when you crash it into another ship. Such a shame that they didn't devote more of the season to the Borg and the Enterprise-D. Like, why didn't they just mention the changelings and their schemes briefly and continued with the Borg, which was a typical TNG thing? Also, Beverly, wtf "the Borg haven't been active in over a decade" uh, but season 2, though? Is Agnes the Borg Queen? If so, why would she stab everyone in the back? That doesn't make any fucking sense... And excuse me, but why didn't Deanna consider Soji part of the TNG family?! She fecking knows Soji. Wtf?! I'm pissed. And why hasn't anyone told Data that he's got a daughter? What is this shite?! Are they seriously going to ignore their own canon from season 1? Anyway, Seven calling Data a "robot" and Data's response asdfghjkl, he was ready to throw hands. Geordi: "Could you be a bit more positive, Data?" Data: "I hope we die quickly!" I love this new Data, ngl. Also: Geordi "yeah, I've been tinkering with our old starship and it actually never crossed my mind to let y'all know that I've been renovating it for the last 20 years, because I wanted it to be a surprise" La Forge. And Data's still calling Picard "Captain." :3 I think he's doing it on purpose at this point asfghjkl. But that lil scene where he put his hand on Picard's shoulder, though. Or when he got emotional because of the Enterprise-D asfghjkl. And poor Shaw. :( And Shelby as well. They really enjoy killing off old TNG characters, don't they? Smh. Imma rewatch the episode rn. Goodbye. ]

[gordontheengineswifenirmal]

These are awesome! I had kinda felt self conscious in the past about being a shelf shipper, but I’m going to just say feck it. The more humanity pisses me off, the more I enjoy the imagination n the self shipping concept. For me it’s not humans, or even animals.

In fact, I’d rather distance meself from other humans of any age as much as possible romantically or sexually.

I’m purely about machines. I need to find a mechanophile stamp lol

pride selfshipper stamps !!!!

kinda tired of the f/o kisser stamps (i may do some more in the future, maybe, mayhaps) so I made these little pride ones just to get some content out :P also I was gonna do that for a while and just forgot

if anyone has any flags you want me to do, go ahead and suggest some :3

proship dni pls go make ur own *fireball*

[haedgaf]

Its okay i just spend all my money on black friday.... saving starts after dec 25 trustt! THE FIRST TIME I WENT i literally only brought my lightstick and a bag that couldnt even fit my phone and kept like JUMPING RIGHT??? but literally no one moved and they all looked at me nasty when i was having fun like can yall MOVE omg and theyd only move if a member got close to them or smt.. then i was talking abt it in a groupchat after and someone gave me bs abt "maybe theyr uncofmy with that" then dont buy fuckass barricade are you dumb??? omg sorry it ^pissed me off so much they camped for 3 days just to not move ANYTHING?? and haechan would notice you lit or not so dont worry haedgaf

U NEED to listen to the new album pls haedgaf i literally died listening choo choo thats my song next to nasa... wish is so talented fucking hewlll AND THE SEASON GREETINGS.. fight club was okay i feel like but the nct dream also pissed me off dont even mention that one lad like why is it so PLAIN u literally showed u can do better....? i miss candy era so much fucking hell i bought 2 pcs from there and ,ever got it... FUCK SM!! i better get an interaction after 500.. hope nctzens can vibe this time instead of acting like weird sasaengs like tds3 LITERALLYY RENJUN IS SO PERFECT his speech at tds3 from yesterday i literally bawled i cant handle it im so glad he got atleast a therapid im glad he is doing better... like i hate the fact that everyone preaches about 'lets worry about idols mental health' till one actually takes care of it??? are you slow??

I DID NOT SEE THEM BREAKING INTO THEIR HOTELS WHAT ARE U TALKING ABOUT BROO this starting to piss me off can he start carrying a weapon or something like... these bodyguards week ass fuck cant even handle these tiny ass people and seeing jisung x sion will ilterally kill me u dont know and im going to america cus for transfer student stuff lets hope mark sees me and we are at a record shop and we fall in love yes omg... ALSO i didnt know u were muslim omg???? and second i didnt know u were lqfiles .... and confession of the day i almost cried watching family guy today

PERIOD SIS i hope you got amazing items with that sale (tho black friday doesn’t hit like it used to… where is the 90% DISCOUNT… society is #fucked) BUT HSJDHSJ WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO PUT IN ON YOU OMG??? if anything THEY are the weird ones like i hate how concerts have solely become a way of getting interactions, no one wants to VIBE anymore these days.. treating you like you’re a caveman dpmo GO HOME if you’re not gotta get lit @ everyone 😑😒 i’d be pissed too and i just know they smelled funky wdym CAMPED?! don’t let them ruin this concert for you VEAT RHE SASSAENFS!!!

I LISTENED AAACKKK i wrote down my first listen to some of the songs (ignore me mistaking ryo’s bridge part for yushi) ⬇️ anyways YOU KNOW ITTTT choo choo is definitely my fave song on there it reminds me a lot of chain by 127 LIKE WE IZ MOVINGFF my top 3 would definitely be choo choo nasa and hands up/touchdown rn tho but all songs were enjoyable oh wish you’re too goat..

dream’s creative director fell off so bad bruh where are all the GAGS we used to get hits like candy lunch box, litch the whole istj concept is the best thing ever if i ever buy an album it will definitely be that one 😣 HDKDHSJDJSJ THEY DONE SCAMMED YOU OMG IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT but this is also killing me 😭😭 girl fuck SM ALWAYS.

i didn’t see his speech but i heard he thanked his therapist? he is so adorable they could never make me hate you renjun and i rather have him be healthy with more weight than they’re used to, than him being depressed and struggling like no thank you. you’re perfect renjunnie 🥺 apparently wish has been the subject of these crazy fans for a while now like what the actual hell is SM doing bro 😭 they fr dgaf about their artists it’s crazyyy come here wish i’ll protect you.. the sion jisung meal would be so fecking good bruh lets eat bismillah 🤤🤫

IM ROOTING FOR THIS FANFICTION MOMENT WAIT when you two bump into each other and he drops his stuff and you two both help him pick it up and he is like “thank you… i’m sorry” and that’s the start of your 70k slowburn forbidden romance story with angst and pining LETS GO 🔥🔥🔥 no but fr enjoy the concert and stay safe 🫂

i am IN FACT muslim AND lqfiles masha’allah :3 hdjdhsjdh ngl i thought you knew i was lqfiles because i had mentioned it once before (though i like to keep this account a secret… which is why i don’t mention it on that account aside from one time) and that you came from there lol 😭😭 ANWAYS ARE YOU MUSLIM TOO BY ANY CHANCE…. AND HELPPP what episode was it?? i haven’t watched family guy in so long but i saw a youtube short yesterday that was funny AF but i can’t imagine any scenario where family guy would make some cry 😭😭 you might be the first

hope you’re doing well anon ❤️

[beom1e]

heyhey!!! hope you're having a good day >3<

ahem, i used to be a part of ephemeral's taglist but i later forgot to read it when it was still on-going.

i just read the whole thing and...and...IM FECKING SOBBING DAWG WHY AM I SO SAD :'(

y/n's feelings are definitely valid. i would be pissed too if my ex left me like that but then again, her mindset pissed me off so bad T___T i get her but i don't too haha

anyways!!!! ETERNALLY IS GREATT IT'S LOVELY IT'S PERFECT IT'S EVERYTHING!!!!!! YOUR WRITING IS GORJUS!!!!! I AM INFACT CRYING TO PERFECT PAIR AND I DON'T LIKE DARKNESS BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!!!!

honestly, i really wanted both beomgyu and mc to have a part in the breakup, which is why i had to villainise her a little bit lol.. so i’m glad u feel that way bc i think overreacting is very human, and then you realise like oh maybe it wasn’t so bad. but it’s too late he’s packed up and left already :D

and no thank YOU for reading <3 i’m so glad you’re enjoying the series !!! you’re so sweet AAA thank u ♡

[bvbkjell]

Gregor don’t piss me off, it means feck all so I’ll not get to mad xoxoxox love ya