#give me my crackhead son

[rispwr]

LINGER - JK - FF

PART FOUR

PART TWO:

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759139180906414080/part-two?source=share

PART ONE:

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759138850658566144/part-one?source=share

genre:fluff

What else do i have to do to keep you from lingering in my mind?

pairings : classmate! bestfriend! jk x classmate! reader

genre:fluff

warnings : public sex, edging, fingering, grinding, cum eating

it's a kind of fwb typa stuff so yeah

summary : for 9 years of being in the same class with him since 3rd grade you have developed a small admiration towards him, till it had grown stronger the more you stay with him. will you be able to keep this secret from your bestfriend forever? does he know you like him? or do you both share the same feelings?

"y/n, i need to tell you something" jeongguk nervously bit his lip, looking down. "yes?" i hum in respond "i like you" he says, staring into my eyes, with his beautifull eyes. 

i stood there shocked, dumbfounded, trying to let words come out of my mouth.

*ring, ring* i woke up to the sound of my alarm, realizing it was all a dream.

i sighed in relief, the dream kept replaying in my mind. 

does he like me?

or am i just being delusional?

i got up to go to the bathroom and change into my school uniform. i took my bag and opened my phone.

JK💕 : hi there! want me to pick you up? 

hot babe💕 : yeah sure. also why tf is my name hot babe??

JK💕 : cuz you are👀 

hot babe💕 : whatever. just come here already

JK💕 : yes ma'am!

i chuckled under my breath, reading his silly messages. "what a crackhead" i thought to myself.

*knock knock* "it's mee" jungkook yells slightly, smiling wide as my mom opens it.

"ahh jeungguk-ahh" my mom hugs jungkook "have you eaten yett??" my mom says 

"not yet eomma-nie, but i will later soon" he replies softly, with a sweet and gentle smile "aish- you should eat!!" my mom playfully hits him on his shoulders as he sarcastically rubs it. "you're like my son too do you know?" my mom spits out, making his smile grow wider. "how about a son-in law?" jungkook responded making my mom shock "ooh, are you and y/n together?" my mom asks, slowly lowering her tone of voice. "not yet eomma but i will ask her out one of these days" he replies. my mom looks at him, smiling widely. "AHHHH my dream is slowly coming truee!!" my mom yells in happiness, making jungkook chuckle and smile widely, knowing my family, especially my mom loves him. 

i go down the stairs watching jungkook and my mom having a great time. laughing and talking. 

i go up to them "what'd i miss?" i said handing jungkook my books "aish y/n-nie don't make jungkook carry too much bags" my mom said, hitting me playfully too, making the bthree of us laugh. 

"oh and jeongguk-ie and y/n!! don't forget to give me children ah!?" my mom yells as we go out of the door. i look at jungkook cringing at what he probably told my mom. 

"this is what i have to deal with everyday" i murmurred to myself.

we reached the school, he gave me back the books as we sat down on our seats.

i felt his hands rubbing my thighs up and down. i didn't mind it, since i enjoyed it.

every stroke he makes i could feel my arousal leak through panty. i look at him as he continued to write, as if he's doing nothing to me. 

every touch he makes sends a shiver down my spine. i look at the clock on the wall ticking so slow. time was so slow.

i couldn't handle it anymore. i guided his hands through in between my legs, making him smirk. he then starts rubbing my clothed cunt, making my arousal leak even more. "okay i'm done wiriting!" he announces to me, smiling with a slight smirk as his rubbing starts to fasten. 

i leaned my head on to him trying to muffle my moans and whimper by burrying my face in his shoulder as he slides my panty to the side and enters one finger. 

his right hand goes to my head, his thumb caressing my cheeks. thankfully we were at the back of the class so no one would see or hear us. 

"mmhm.. jeongguk.." i quietly whimpered in his ear. "i-im c-coming" he said as his one thinger turns into three fingers inside me. "just from fingering?" he asks me, mocking my whiny voice. 

"cum on my fingers baby" he whispered. 

i then felt a tight knot in me, i felt my orgasm going through. 

i finally let myself to release, covering his fingers with white liquid. 

he took his hands and sucks his fingers as he looks at me smirking. 

"so delicious baby" he whispered onto my ear, as i try to catch my bearth.

the bell finally rings and all the students got out of the room, aswell as the teacher. 

i smashed my lips onto him, my hands on his neck. his hands makes it's way towards under my shirt cupping my tits. "you like that huh?" he hissed. he pulls up my bra, circling my nipples as i rock my head back. "m-mhm yes i do" i respond to him in a whiny voice. "shh don't be too loud" he whispers, covering my mouth with his hands. 

my hands makes it's way to his clothed bulge rubbing it up and down. "you won't get a taste of this pussy until we get home kook. it's too risky" i said "but what we're doing is already risky" he replies. i then got on top of his lap, my clothed cunt rubbing against his hard clothed cock, teasing him. i could i feel his pre cum leak on top of his school pants. "look at you, so hard for me already" i said as i continued grinding him, cupping his face. 

"y-yes mommy.." he replies "goodboy" i ran my fingers through his hair as i continued grinding, edging him.

 i then stopped making him look at my frustrated. "what the fuck y/n??" he says 

"you'll get it later" i responded fixing my clothes "i'm hungry for some real food" fixing my hair. 

he looks at me as he licks his lips, clenching his jaw "damn that real food" he chuckles.

i looked at him as i fixed him up aswell "come on!! let's eatt" i said grabbing his hands with me to go to the cafeteria

[everyone-is-a-punk]

Alright Punks listen up.

It's Clarisse, daughter of Ares, blah blah blah. I'm in charge of initiation, so play nice and maybe I won't shove your head into a toilet. Maybe. Challenge me in the arena and I will beat you into pulp.. Touch my spear and I will send you to Hades the hard way. Pronouns are she/her/they/them btw (There is a discord server for this guy's! Just send an ask I will happily give an invite!)

Tags I'm gonna use

#clarisse talks

#clarisse's reblogs

#im going to war

#punks

my main is @auttumnsayshi

Frienemies are as followed (in no particular order)

@silena-styles loml <3 definitely wifey material

@why-did-i-get-acne your haikus suck

@nico-the-ghost-king/@nico-di-angelo-aaaaa gay emo boi

@lukemessedup WHEN I CATCH U LUKE WHEN I CATCH U

@annabeth-is-a-wise-girl/@annabeth-in-your-chase smart person, probably the only reason camp is still standing

@percy-jackson-is-a-seaweed-brain/@that-dam-son-of-poseidon PRISSY

@the-best-superman-on-olympus/@jason-graceeeeee stapler muncher

@tyson-the-cyclops peanut butter addicted big teddy bear with giant stick

@the-argo-2-matchmaker/@piper-mclean-raaa silenas lil sis who has magical speaking powers

@theonlycoachhedge goat dude with a bat 😎

@apollos-favorite-child Wills sister

@magnus-falafelking Annie's dead cousin

@mallory-keen-to-kill me, just in a different font

@estraava you seem cool

@hazel-is-confused Nico's sister with the best horse ever

@amazing-war-god-ares I need bleach thanks and your a shit dad

@frank-zhang-skreee awesome half brother of mine

@leo-valdez-graaa a crackhead who id love to commit arson with

@will-solace-aaaaa Nico's bf, the human glowstick

@percys-blue-food-vendor literally the most a amazing woman ever who makes the most awesome at blue cookies

@miss-naomi-solace wills mom

@alex-fierro-pr-nightmare control your man's plz

@thomas-jefferson-jr guns>>>>>>

@zoe-can-see-the-stars-again cool huntress

@im-cool-and-your-not ily /p

@im-aphrodite-dearies Sil's mom

@moththecabin7kid definition of controlled chaos

@thatonebitheaterkid theater nerd

@unda-the-sea-and-bi-myself one of the only cool gods

@cameron-is-chaotic proud sibling moment

[theyluvlyss]

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 !

today, I figured I'd make a list of all of my DRs/places I'm shifting to :). I do actually have quite a bit, and while most of them aren't really all that fleshed out (I'll indicate which ones I have the most info on with a key), I figured it'd still be nice to share.

plus, who knows, maybe you'll find that we have a common DR that we can bond over🤷🏽‍♀️. you guys can even ask me whatever questions you want on any of the DRs you see listed below, and I'll be happy to answer them (it gives me an excuse to run my mouth💀). Also, I listed them in alphabetical order!

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐤𝐞𝐲 :

♡ - fully scripted out/main DR

° - tons of lose ideas/thoughts

* - some lose ideas/thoughts

if there's no symbol, that means I have literally nothing on it to tell lmao (but I do welcome suggestions of any kind pertaining to literally anything, idc, I just want shifters to engage plz😭🙏🏽).

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 :

- avatar (the blue ppl lol)

- blue beetle

- avatar: the last airbender

- °darby and the dead

- *descendants

- °fairy tail

- *henry danger

- *insatiable

- *jessie

- *kick-ass

- marvel cinematic universe (mcu)

- °nope

- once upon a time

- *rise of the guardians

- ♡shazam!

- *shazam! (but it's a fairy shapeshifter(?) princess based one that has nothing to do with the plot of either of the previous movies, I'm just super in love with Billy lol)

- *spider-verse

- °speed racer

- *stranger things

- °super sons

- teen titans

- °the black phone (the grabber doesn't exist, nobody dies, but Max is the loveable local ‼️RECOVERING‼️ crackhead)

- *the imperfects

- *the walking dead game (except there's a cure for the zombies so that's cool)

──────────────

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥/"𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩" 𝐃𝐑𝐬 :

- *(teen/20s) actress

- (2000s) actress

- boarding/prep school

- *coven/witchcraft-popstars

- girl group/pop stars

- indie band

- *"last" person on earth

- metal band/rockstar

- *nepotism baby

- *rapper

- *reality tv show

- *runaway (with possible alien and/or power-having elements? idkidk-)

- *travel/vlogger

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐩...

those are all my desired realities that I wanna shift to lmao😭. I know, it's quite a bit, but you've gotta understand, I was/am the type of person who - has not only constantly wanting a way out/knew there had to be more than, yk...THIS (if that makes sense) - but has always, always, always wanted to be apart of so many of the cool dynamics and whatnot I've seen in all of my fave medias. like, I'd give anything to live any one of these lives at least once, so ofc I have a lot😭✨️.

but anyways, yeah, like I said, feel free to just engage however you want, I truly just felt like showing them off and will definitely be expanding more on each one later in separate posts :)!

𝐜𝐲𝐚/ᐠ•˕•マ~!

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, yuji terushima, atsumu + osamu miya, shigeru yahaba, keiji akaashi, shoyo hinata

gender neutral! reader

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ sleepovers with oikawa are wILD LIKE GIRL GET READY OMG —

⌗ lots of snacks and y'all would bake cookies together after running to like, walmart in pajamas

⌗ cuz you guys have sleepovers so offen you practically have clothes at each other's houses. oikawa has matching alien pajamas for y'all istg — imagine walking into the store at 10pm lookin like a bunch of dorks searchin for cookie mix-

⌗ FACIALS — girl you already know oikawa has all that good shit that just — wOrKs wOnDErs. expensive asf too, but he has money🧍‍♀️

⌗ jamming to boybands; i don't make the rules, he does😻

⌗ sleep? with all the sci-fi movies he wants to watch? honeyyy😪

⌗ cUdDLinG cuz oikawa KNOWS how to hug istg like he's so wARm AND GIRL THOSE ARMS PLEASE-

➫    𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔   𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ TIKTOKS — istg yes y'all are makin tiktoks cuz teru do b famous🤾

⌗ pictures too — terushima would prolly also try n vlog your whole sleepover for you guys to watch later and just rEmiNisCe✨ he would totally edit the whole thing too and make it bomb asf

⌗ deadass feel like yuji would bring up the idea of going on omegele to screw w ppl a lil bit —

⌗ the girls would lose their shit and tbh if i saw him, me too😐

⌗ fuck tons of soda n pizza; no sleep🤩

⌗ ngl y'all would definitely pull up on wp or tumblr n make fun of sum nsfw posts

⌗ HE DOES YOUR HAIR HXJDKSKS

➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓣𝗪𝗜��𝗦   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ they're kind of a packaged deal- so you get both unless you wanna sit n watch them argue for 368393 years over you😐

⌗ DUMBASSES START ARGUING OVER THE TOP BUNK HDJSKLSLSKS

⌗ you make them both sleep on the floor BAHHAHAHAHAHAHA as you should.

⌗ they have loads of gaming consoles so i can see y'all playing a couple rounds of smash maybe or pulling up on the wii to play either just dance, mk or mario party

⌗ each time atsumu loses he throws a fit n starts complaining, asking for rematches every five minutes until samu kicks him🧍‍♀️

⌗ OSAMU MAKES DINNER HXJSKSKSL

⌗ at some point after knocking out, you'll wake up to get a glass of water and that's when you catch those two hugging each other in their sleep 😶 you take pictures for the team-

➫    𝓨𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ahem, for my underrated crackheaded son- Y'ALL WOULD HAVE THE SOFTEST YET MOST CHAOTIC SLEEPOVER EVER

⌗ HE HAS SHIT ON EVERYONE OMG

⌗ too much tea and too little sleep

⌗ because of his horrible strategies when it comes to picking up girls, you end up giving him a few tips, he needs them-

⌗ i feel like earlier in the day, you'd end up going shopping together and take some really pretty pictures later under some flowers

⌗ you guys would totally bake toooo, cream puffs cuz you were teasing him about his hair zhsjskslldl you save some for makki🙈

⌗ deep conversations about future stuff cuz he's worried about the third years leaving and nervous; please hug him-

➫    𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜   𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you guys would have such a relaxing sleepover omg

⌗ facials and manicures cuz boy needs to keep his own nails nice n taken care of for those smooth ass sets

⌗ i feel like akaashi would have a pool so bring a bathing suit with you🥰

⌗ i headcanon him being able to play piano tbh, he just seems like that kinda classy guy to me- but ofc really shy and maybe a pinch self conscious abt playing, so he'll reluctantly play something for you but it'll sound sooo good

⌗ deep conversations as well because yk he's mostly close with the third years and well as draining as bokuto can be, he doesn't want him to go, or konoha and the others🙁

⌗ please reassure him hdjsksk he needs it.

⌗ studio ghibli movies🥺 i feel like his favorite would be spirited away cuz the visuals and him empathizing with haku??

➫    𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he'd probably come to your house and pick you up at the crack of mf dawn to go to morning practice with him first before going to his house😐

⌗ PORK BUNS AND LOADS OF FOOD

⌗ natsu would be home and she prolly wants sum attention🥺🥺 shoyo would get jealous of her for hogging you at some point xhsjsksls

⌗ he tries to bake with you-

⌗ he would talk your ear off all night about stuff which tbh you wouldn't mind cuz he's so mf cute and it's admirable how passionate he is about what he does and his teammates, opponents too; we stan a sweet lil birb who respects everyone💘

⌗ PLEASE PLAY DS W HIM HDSJKS HE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO PLAY MULTIPLAYER CUZ KENMA AIN'T THERE SOOOO

⌗ he lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the floor because he wants you to be comfortable😭 love you sm sho<3

notes. honestly these could either be platonic or romantic now that i think abt it

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[la-pheacienne]

Neither Daemon nor Rhaenyra never actually spoke words "I love you/her/him" about each other. it is not an accusation, just a note. At what moment do you think their feelings changed from familial to romantic and they realized it? I think Rhaenyra had a teenage crush on him even in ep 1. But he probably realized something only in episode 4.

Ohhh this is actually an interesting question anon. Rhaenyra just called Daemon "my love" and said "I want you uncle" and then "I need you" and it's true, nobody said I love you.

So big disclaimer. When you follow a story and a particular fictional romantic couple you always need to pay attention to the context. Context is everything. You can also call it interior logic of the story. Every story has one, and you need to keep that in mind if you want to decide how to feel about certain things.

So the context of that particular story is that you have a little girl, raised in an incestuous family and in an era where girls got married very very young, so they started looking for spouses even younger. This girl has a very cool oncle that gives her a lot of attention and also has all the qualities she admires in a partner, but she can't have for herself because she is a girl. He also happens to be hot. So girl falls for said uncle very very early on. That's canon, no doubt about that, it's obvious even in the show that she is smitten as a teenager.

Then you have a man who has been raised in an incestuous family, who is very loyal to said family and has this burden of not being recognised enough as a second son. This man has a niece that he loves and probably very early on considered that she could be a great partner when she grew older, a partner worthy of him, but unfortunately he got married to someone he didn't choose because politics. Then that niece begins to actually resemble him, in all the ways that matter, and he admires her indépendance and firey personality, he understands that they actually have so much in common and that she sees him, truly. She is also hot. So he's like, wait, not only this girl could be a great partner on paper, I actually want her to be my partner in life. We are meant to be.

And they are. Rhaenyra wants a strong Targaryen by her side, a male warrior and Dragonrider like herself, that is absolutely loyal to her. Daemon wants a strong Targaryen by his side, a powerful Queen and Dragonrider like himself, who is not afraid of him but instead embraces him completely and gives him the family acceptance he craved for. Being Targaryens, they are fucked up in the head, obviously (context) and they are also rulers, so there will be fights and competition and ugliness and spite and maybe cheating but in the context they are meant to be. He dies for her and his family.

So love? What does "I love you" mean after this? I believe it could sound a little corny to say that in their context. I believe that they absolutely love each other but it's better to show it by actions and in the narrative, and not by words. Then we also have this kind of shit

So why do we need an "I love you"?

But to answer your question specifically, I believe that Rhaenyra was smitten with him first, then he was smitten with her when he saw her in 1x04 (before he was just entertaining the idea but not in a serious way) then they made out and both realised that they are actually in love, then shit got real very quickly and after many many years they were finally be able to become one. That's it. This blog does not accept any pedo grooming shit, nor Daemon is only after the throne shit. This is crackhead territory and I won't even bother explaining why. Just look at them and watch the show (this is not at all addressed to you anon, it's a general advice).

Btw the GIFs are not mine, some of them are by @lady-phasma but not all, I hope you will forgive me because I'm trying to spread the word of God here.

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 1: Introductions

“You can’t keep me here! I demand a lawyer! I am an associate of the Hell’s Gate Psychiatric Institution and will not tolerate this denial of justice!”

The security guard bangs his baton against the bars again. “Quiet, Prentiss! You’re lucky you get your own cell. Or would you rather have to share?”

My gaze throws daggers. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly sane and do not belong in this asylum. I will not cooperate until I speak to a lawyer.”

“That’s too bad,” the guard taunts. “‘Cause I got strict orders not to allow you any visitors.”

I gawk at his idiotic face. “On whose authority?”

“You’ll meet him once his current session is over,” he says as he walks down the hall away from my cell. "I think it’s with Croc if I’m not mistaken.”

Croc? As in Killer Croc? God, why didn’t I just play the game? Why did I have to go beyond my jurisdiction? I already knew Gotham was a rigged and twisted system the second I got here. I’ve gone from a respected psychiatrist to the very type of person I’m supposed to be above. Now all I have to my name is an orange jumpsuit, a pair of cheap sneakers, a toothbrush, and a small copy of the Bible. 

How long have I been waiting? There’s no clock, no windows. No clue to anything happening outside. All I see are beige hallways spanned into a webbed labyrinth that’s meant to keep patients from escaping. Keep me from escaping.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

Muffled footsteps echo down through the hall, potentially signaling my approaching contact. At first my heart soars at the hope of finally talking to someone in authority who can get me out; yet as the footsteps grow louder there’s something about them that sends a chill down my spine. It can’t be him. God, I hope it’s not him-

It’s him.

I’ve heard rumors of the dark secrets that go on at Arkham. Crackheads slicing open arteries, schizophrenics keeping doctors up for days on end. One that always highlights itself above the rest is the Scarecrow. And he just opened my cell door.

What I notice first is the eyes. Cold, icy-blue eyes so full of curiosity yet still impassive. Those cold and calculating eyes stare straight through and scan me. It’s a silent battle of how hard his stare can press until I break. I also see how he’s managed to keep his job. One might say he’s handsome but I know better. Just because you were a clean suit does not mean your soul is spotless. He may be able to charm his way into Arkham but I’ll never give in.

“Good afternoon, Ms…?”

The voice doesn’t help either. He does it well. Calm, soft, and smooth. Typical therapist nonsense I see in my line of work every day. Let’s see if I can win this game.

“You should have access to my file, sir. Introductions should not be necessary.”

The man’s eyebrows raise in response to my equally calm tone. Keep the voice calm, keep the eyes alert. I need to discreetly establish dominance in this conversation in order to gain leverage.

“I do have your file. But I prefer personal introductions with my patients.” The man sets a briefcase on the nearby table and takes a seat, then gestures for me to join him. “No need to hide. I’m here to help.”

Straight to the point I see. No use trying to beat around the bush. I step away from the corner I’m leaning against but refuse to sit down.

“There was a mistake.”

The man frowns and pulls out a pad to start taking notes. “What do you mean?”

He wants me to talk, so I will. “I mean I’m not supposed to be here. Someone paid off the judge to have me locked up, and the judge has had it out for me ever since I dug up his affair with the mayor’s wife.”

This intrigues the therapist as he jots down more notes, still looking up to keep his eyes piercing into me. “Are you a reporter?”

“Far from it. I am- was a psychiatrist in Metropolis. I was called to Gotham to help the mayor’s son. No one else was willing to work here.”

“And you are?” He asks with slight surprise though he tries to hide it.

“Metropolis can only take my curiosity so far,” I mutter. “Gotham is unique.”

More scribbling. I must say he’s much more organized than other professionals I’ve worked with. All the more reason to be concerned with the outcome of this conversation.

“I’m going to ask you some questions to start forming your profile.” Crane turns over an hourglass and clicks his pen open.

Basic protocol. There’s no way I’m giving him everything. Thankfully I’ve learned to avoid the telltale signs of lying.

“Full name?”

“Calico Marie Prentiss.”

“Pretty. Family name, I presume?”

Trying to soften me up and dig into my family history. “My father likes unique names, my mother prefers traditional ones. So they compromised.” Use present tense.

“How is your relationship with your family?” the man asks softly.

He has my family history. My job required me to keep an updated profile on personal matters to validate my own mental health. In other words just an excuse for the bored guys at the top to snoop.

“Currently undecided.” They’re dead. What else am I supposed to say?

“Ms. Prentiss, your parents-”

“With all due respect, sir, can we move things along and save that topic for later?” Just get to the part when I can get out of here!

My stern request doesn’t seem to faze the man. “Do you have supportive people in your life?”

Trying to bring me down by addressing empathy links. “People, no. I have other methods of support. And before you ask, I have never done drugs.”

He nods. “Current relationship status?”

This trips my mind a bit. Must be a new questionnaire protocol? 

“Single,” I enunciate in a cold voice.

“Interesting…” More scribbling. Jesus, is he writing a book about me? “Normally people like you are either engaged, married, or divorced. Very rarely do I see any single psychiatrists. Attractive, smart, rich. Very appealing characteristics for a relationship, don’t you think?”

Hm. He asked a question that isn’t based on my profile. Is this for genuine curiosity or a topic of interest for him? After a few seconds of silence go by he continues.

“Your toxicology screening came back clean, as you mentioned before. How many partners have you encountered?”

The question rings in my ear and for an instant my mask slips, but I’m quick to recover.

“None.”

Once again the therapist is surprised. “Catholic, are we?”

“I have my morals. I’m too busy to be worrying about sex, sir. My job comes first.”

More scribbling. God, how much longer?

“Are you having suicidal thoughts right now, or have you had suicidal thoughts within the past month?”

If this questioning goes any longer I may consider it.

“No.”

“Are you having homicidal thoughts, or have you had homicidal thoughts in the past month?”

“Never.”

“How do you cope with stress?”

“Exercise and hard rock. You should try it sometime.” I’m starting to lose my patience and I have to take a slow breath. This is just what he wants. Calm down.

The man hums. “What are some of your strengths?”

“I’m punctual and have a traditional mindset. This tends to drive away disagreeing parties, which is why I’m here.” I step closer and place my hands on the table to face him directly. “You are a head staff member here whether it’s morally correct or not. All I ask is to please allow me to speak to a lawyer, or at least a transfer to Gotham Penitentiary. I am not insane.”

“Morally correct…” he lingers on the thought and tilts his head. “Why would you say that, Ms. Prentiss?”

Just as I thought before, no use beating around the bush.

“I know who you are. Jonathan Crane, a former professor of psychology who’s obsessed with fear. Now you work here experimenting on patients behind the warden’s back.”

Crane’s eyes spark at the mention of fear. Must be a trigger word, perhaps for old memories. “Are you sure you’re not a reporter?” he asks, still in the same soft tone.

I shake my head. “Just a woman who’s not afraid to step on any toes.”

“Ah.” Crane stands up slowly and rummages through his briefcase. After tucking away his notes he looks up with a look that makes my blood run cold. 

“Would you like to see my mask?”

[devondeal]

6, 12, 14, and 21 for the Star Wars Violence Ask Game!

Thank you wifey! 💙💚 I'm gonna enjoy these

6. Opinion on canon and/or fanon use of the secret child trope? Discuss

I don't mind it. The secret child can be a good trope if the context is right for it. I mean Star Wars is centered on secret child trope pretty much. Where I'm not so into it is the Korkie headcanon that he is Obi Wan and Satine's son. It's a bit too crackhead for me and also it's not my ship so I'm biased against it.

12. Name a common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing.

Anything about Rey tbh. I may not be a big sequels person but anytime the fandom tries reduce her to an overpowered female Luke and say she's unoriginal I roll my eyes.

Like they are nothing alike. Luke got to live comfortably taken care of by his aunt and uncle. He never had to scavage scraps just to be able to eat. And before anyone comes for me, I'm NOT ripping on Luke. He had what anyone should have.

What I'm saying is Rey didn't get to have guardians or a comfortable house or regularly even be able eat. She was abandoned and did what she had to to survive. As for the overpowered thing like she's able to fly ships or fight back, like come on. I repeat, she. was. a. scavanger. She got to know ship parts and as for fighting, she's had to fight dickheads like Teedo and probably worse to keep food, homes, etc. After rewatching TFA, i notice she learns from OBSERVATION. She mimics what others do around. This is a survival skill she had her whole life.

Of course Luke is going to take a little more time to learn things. He was never put in that situation where it was do or die (as any child shouldn't). Rey was and however fast she was at learning a skill is a result of basic survival instincts.

She and Luke ENTIRELY different characters and to say she's a female version of him cuz she's from a desert????? Reductive and a big lack in media literacy tbh.

14. What's the most egregious example of fridging in canon?

God which one? 😅 Fridging is probably one of Star Wars biggest crimes. Leia is the first that comes to mind because she died to redeem her piece of shit son that she did not deserve.

But then again, Anakin's turn to the dark side is also due to fridging with his mother and his wife. Especially with Padme since there's an old version where she actually gets to live a little bit longer with the Rebellion and tried to kill Anakin.

I may not be a big Satine person, but that's fridging too to give Obi Wan angst and more Maul animosity.

I'm still going to say Leia in the sequels though as the most egregious. Because it was so out of nowhere (yes I'm aware that Carrie's death was probably the reason but I don't care. There are better ways to kill off/write out a character than fridging). Her death served no purpose other than Kyle Ron no accountability. Like what in "Jesus died for our sins" is this bullshit? Why must Star Wars' most iconic woman have to go out for a man that did nothing but hurt and betray her? It's insulting tbh.

Edit: Luminara's death was fucking awful too. Like ain't no reason to have it be so horrific. Sigh... can Star Wars like not hate women for once.

21. Best canon example of a healthy relationship in Star Wars

Romantically that is a tough one. Honestly I'm coming up short with this one. Can't say Han and Leia cuz we only see their rocky start and end and nothing in between.

Maybe Kanan and Hera but their relationship kinda got ruined for me when suddenly at the end, he wasnt aware if Hera felt the same about him??? I just thought they were basically married and I'm supposed to be believe they haven't even had that conversation by THAT point in time??? Plus the ghost baby thing creeped me the fuck out. Can Star Wars please stop with the out of nowhere pregnancies please?

So yeah canon romances, nothing comes to mind. In fact Star Wars is kind of built on toxic romance.

The crackhead in me wants to say Owen and Beru 🤣

Ooo! Wait I found my answer! Cal and Merrin from the Jedi games! They are perfect 🥺 Idk what the next game will have in store for them but so far, the way they empower and comfort each other. They accept and love each other's differences. And just adorable all around. Sweet ginger boy with spicy witch lady 👌

[daddyd0nt]

"If you don't like the cops call a crackhead"

I did. When i got punched, the cops did nothing. You know who did give a shit? Local bouncers, many of them regular crack users, and my crackhead friends who didn't mind 72 hours in jail for beating this kid's ass (including Jeremy one of the best friends i ever had, the one who baked me my 21st birthday cake). The law did nothing for me, my local crackhead friends kicked this kids ass up and down the street any time he dared to show his face for months. My crackhead friends came down on this kid so hard that he stopped going out to clubs bars in town. My crackhead friends got me his mother's phone number so I could call and leave a message that her son was on coke hitting girls. Same went for a kid that robbed my friend, the authorities didn't do shit, the crackheads tracked down the thief and got us in to his dorm room to destroy his shit (we decided instead of jumping him we were just going to break his shit. We broke his guitar, threw his textbooks in the lake, cut up every left shoe he had, pissed on his bedding/pillows, and were even able to recover like 80% of the cash he stole). Ive never had cops solve a problem in my life, but many times I have been rescued/assisted by a crackhead. A lot of cackheads are actually really nice people who just happen to have a substance dependance, cops decided to become cops because they wanted power and to support a fascist oppressive structure, crackheads just like crack, I 100% trust the crackhead to solve my problem over the cop.

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Sixteen. Part 6

I am glad Ti got Imani out of the house and she is with Ti now, so that little bitch can’t run away but I was just generally walking down to leave to go to the hotel so Ti can come home and then seeing Rylee, and then her explaining what happened. I am so mad with that girl, but I am her mother and I will do anything to salvage something I know she wants, the fucking thing was taken out of context “maybe this is the moment we get rid of them brothers from out our lives” Chris said “how about you be quiet yeah, you’re still talking out of anger” he has been on the war path, he wanted to go and beat Oakley up for making her cry but he is allowed to be upset, this man refuses to let any man upset his daughters “he hurt my daughter” he pointed “and? He should be allowed to fucking be upset Chris, nobody needs to be hurt, he is upset with what he heard so leave it, but I need to help Rylee. I want you to go to the hotel, give Ti a break. We can’t trust her to be alone, she will end up running off again seeing as she knows we are watching her, she is acting like a fucking crackhead, I am sick of these older kids. Look, just go to the hotel ok. I need to do something” Chris huffed out “and you, once you realise. You need to apologise to your side son got it” I walked off, I need to help Rylee and I can because Imani did that and I don’t want to leave it to her, she is so upset and I don’t like to see her like that, I know she adores him and they have been getting on just fine “Aziel, don’t you have school?” I asked, he is with Grace, but I am sure he supposed too “I don’t know” he said, “Oakley never picked him up” Grace answered “and why couldn’t anyone else take him?” I asked “Rylee said no, you may need to speak to her” nodding my head smiling at her, Rylee is stupid because what the fuck “just the girl” I pointed, she was coming out of her room too “I need to speak to you, so go back in your room” I pointed, she needs to not be stupid. She is upset I get it but what the fuck, Oakley is the one that heard so why is she acting out, this girl of mine.

She has been crying still, I know my daughter “why hasn’t Aziel gone school?” I asked, “he didn’t pick him up” she said what Grace told me “ok but what is wrong with you doing it?” I frowned “teach him to not be petty, he didn’t call or anything he just never came, this is on him” shaking my head “Rylee, fuck what he does ok, you have a son and child that needs you. Oakley doesn’t see Aziel for months, so then what? He doesn’t go school; I need you to act like a mother. I know you’re upset but please, don’t be me. I fucked up way more than anything in life, so I want to make sure my daughters don’t. I am going to see Oakley actually” her face dropped “why?” she spat “because like I always do, I fix things in my kids life. Look, I am going to try because I know my daughter loves him, I see it in your eyes. The shit got taken out of context and I need him to understand that, so I rather just speak to him, that is all. But that boy needs to go to school, and also he needs normality, he was so upset to see you cry. Then seeing his dad shouting, just fix yourself up. Before I go I just need to do this so I will be back. And I mean it Rylee, be a mother!” I pointed “and let Oakley be hurt, you and your father have something in common, don’t let others be hurt” they really do “why do you care so much?” she retorted “because I know he is good for you ok! You know how I am” I walked off, let me do this and then we can prepare my mother for Imani to come because she needs nothing but clothes on her back while being there, I don’t care.

Maybe I should have checked if he was here, but I will give it another knock, so I did and waited again. I wish he would just open up; I am getting gasps from the other tenants here. I can hear the locks “I wasn’t expecting you” he said as he opened the door “any slower then I may have to start signing autographs” walking inside “well I didn’t know you was coming, erm” walking down the hall, oh these boys are smoking weed “there is boys here” he said “oh sorry, we are going” the boys got up, they were moving fast though “wow you are beautiful in person, shit” looking around his apartment “I hope my grandchild doesn’t be around this” I can see his toys in the corner “nah it gets cleaned up, and when I do I know when he comes” Oakley said “come back around in an hour or something” they all scurried out “I was just having cereal, you want some” he went to his kitchen, it’s open plan so the kitchen is in the living room “can tell a single man when I see one, this is very you” he laughed “my guys are always here but when Aziel come it’s clear, but how can I help you” he sat up on the kitchen counter and grabbed his bowl “I thought you and Rylee were dating again?” I mean he lives and breathes a single man, this is a mess “we barely got started” he laughed “look I just been everywhere, things aren’t good so I am sorry for the mess, but I wasn’t expecting you to come really” he defended, he knows I am judging him “but you should do it for you” he shrugged “that is my life, a mess it’s cool though. How can I help? I am sure there is nothing, I am sure Rylee is crying and everything is my fault, I said things and she is crying and now you’re here to tell me to stop being stupid and that I should be with her, I know the score” he does know it “I mean yeah but Oakley, this is a moment where I would have loved, this is what I have been wanting. You out of my daughter life, I would be rejoicing, this is it really. I have been wanting you to leave her, but I know that my daughter does love you, and you have every right to be upset with her and you can, I am not saying you can’t but I want you to know the real fact before you jump, you can do what you like with it then, but I do love you both together, and I am sorry that once again things aren’t good for you both because it’s hard, I know, I have been there” he is so silent “but can I just do my part and you know the real truth” he nodded his head.

I just think if Rylee does he may just say she is full of it so I am doing it “so we have a group chat, me and my daughters, we just giggle. Mel is in it too, just a girl thing because men, they ruin things. Chris does meaning. We have another one with that side, but we talk shit we do. I have said things about Chris and Ti at the time with Taylan we spoke shit, we all did yeah. Imani not so much because she was good but an undercover bad one but the context of what you have been told is bullshit, I have the real texts here” getting my phone out “how can I be with her when she doesn’t want anything, she hates me practically? I don’t get it!” he spat “but you will, I will explain how these came up. So the whole white gene business. She text saying oh my god, I can’t believe that Oakley wants another baby, I didn’t think he was a big family type, that he even wanted more. Just shocked me, then I put awww baby that is good, he wants a family, allow it. Ti said oh but that baby is going to come out white though, Rylee put lol imagine it they would remove the child saying it’s not mine, then I put that is still your baby. She put oh god I don’t want a white baby but imagine if I do and he or she looks like Oakley, I would love it. Aziel was an off chance, I didn’t think I would get caught like that, but I am glad it was him I got caught with back then, I couldn’t have asked for a better baby father. So Imani shortened that, I have it right here, live. No editing, this was weeks ago Oakley so I am not lying to you and why would I, then the mother thing. Rylee sent us the picture of Aziel gardening, she said Aziel is a real white boy, I said oh wow those white genes kicking in, she put well I am happy he is happy, but his mother can be a complete bitch at times, she wasn’t directly cussing her. Have you seen the messages or just your brother?” I asked he places his bowl down “Juke, he told me it” he mumbled.

Locking my phone “we all say things to our loved ones, I am sure you have too, but I will ride for my kids and I know she didn’t do anything bad, she is scared for the future, she is scared to do things and she asks us stuff but clearly Imani has a vendetta. I do like you Oakley and I can give you my phone right now and you can look through the chat. All you will see is Rylee saying I think he may ask me today, I am scared of this, what if I am this and that. That girl is only going to grow once we leave her to grow, I just want to help her in her defence because she didn’t say anything bad, but you want to see?” walking over to him “no” he shook his head “I know how much you didn’t like me, so this is a moment you did want so I believe you. You know as much as I don’t know what married parents are like, I see it in Rylee she doesn’t know how to be a wife and I see and hear her coming to you and I know that is because she didn’t see it as she grew up like I didn’t see it. I just want her to accept that I do want a family, and that I do want things, but I don’t like the sense that she cares for what the baby would look like because it’s ours, it’s shallow. I just, whatever” he shrugged “and I am sure you have your way with her, I know I messed up, I see it Oakley. We playing catch up now, this is why I see the envy with the younger kids because they have us both there” I always see it “we live and learn” he shrugged “how is your brother?” I asked “he’s alive, you know when Rylee said she would help my mom with getting a house in Ireland, move her in. That made me happy, whatever she is, she is still my mom. I have nothing left and every time I lose things, I just want to settle. I am tired, mentally too” nodding my head “you look it, on your face” he laughed “this is the face of someone that doesn’t sleep because he saw his dad hanging in the garage” he jumped off the counter, I cringed because that is horrible.

Putting the window down as I parked up “why are you still walking around with that bag idiot?” I said to K1 confused with him “I’m giving it to someone, you like it. She had money in here you know” putting my car in park “I assumed so, what’s up anyways? You know I’m tired, you got me out here and shit” K1 is an idiot “I’m asking that rumour has it that Chris ran over Juke, is that true? Also you want more weed” shaking my head “I’m cool, I got what I need and erm yeah it happened, he did it but allow it” I shrugged “that is crazy, imagine if he knew I had his daughter bag” I laughed “bro get rid of it, what did you do to him anyways” peeping Kairo “look at that” I said pointing “why is he in Digga postcode though, like huh” watching him walking “guy is a walking menace, where you going anyways. Let me ride with you” I shook my head “I should rest but nah, thank you for leaving though” he laughed “oh yeah, well big Rihanna came. Yeah, I got scared like damn, she see all the shit. She see the balloons?” I shrugged “probably, he just said the place is a mess and shit” I don’t know about this Kairo “let’s split, jump in. I will take you out of here, he is moving mad” I think he is just doing something off “cool you going somewhere” putting my window back up sitting back, K1 got into the car “just going to see someone, then you called. Tell me why you called though?” driving off “I felt a little odd, I think that girl is a liar. She isn’t buying this bag” shaking my head laughing “knew it, be careful you know” he is so stupid at times.

Rylee opened the door, the place looks a little quiet “oh wait, I thought you was Rylee” it’s Tianna “do I look like her?” she laughed “erm possibly, maybe it’s just me” she opened the door wider so I can go in “she is just upstairs, putting Aziel to sleep. Come in, I think if Aziel sees you’re here he won’t be happy and won’t let you go really” she got a point “shocked to see you here though, what is this. Come to the kitchen, I was just in there” nodding my head following her “yeah I just need to speak to Rylee that’s all, I am sure you know” I am sure she does “I do, I mean of course I do. You want a drink, since when do you smoke weed mister clean” I chuckled “sometimes, now and then. Is it that bad, the smell?” she smiled “a little, just don’t expect it from you. Drink?” nodding my head “erm water please” she is making a sandwich “Damson is here, he text me like let’s link” Ti passed me a water bottle “he better link me first” I chuckled “yeah, yeah of course. You got to be first” looking behind me “oh, hey” Rylee said “can we talk” I said to her “yeah, I wasn’t expect you to come though. Erm, Ti I will be back, come” following behind Rylee “I kicked everyone out, they gone” I was wondering why it’s quiet “you feel better now?” they was causing drama “family isn’t it though, I still love them” she got a point “you mother paid me a visit” I am sure she knows that already “she said, is that what changed your mind?” I laughed “maybe, but like you got to hear it from my side, hearing that shit hurt me” she turned the light on in the living room “yeah, sit down” this room is so unused, I mean how can she use it all “so fresh still” sitting down “yeah, it’s just somewhere so we can speak really” placing my bottle down.

“I didn’t think I would see you really for a while so this is a shock to me” licking my lips “I mean like when he was telling me that shit hurt me, like to me we suppose to be going further. Like you the only person to love me for me, to care for me. And then you just think I am some white dude, and you hate me, like that is what I am hearing, and you hate my mom, so I am like what the fuck do you want from me, it confused me, and it just played with my mind. Then your mom came, and she broke it down for me, yeah it was out of context, the whole thing, the whole narrative. I am already feeling sensitive, I have all these things going on and like then this. It hurt me, like here is me wanting you to be my wife, telling my mom this and that and her being happy for me and we are good, we moving forward and then you just hate me? I was like wow, this is shit. I have had enough hurt, I didn’t need that, but your mom came, and she read the messages, and it wasn’t bad really. But I do want to apologise for calling you a dickhead, I was just heightened in my emotions because I care, I didn’t come for Aziel in the morning I don’t know really. I say I was awake but then I think I fell asleep and just didn’t notice it, so yeah. I have a lot on” I laughed “but I want to apologise, I just needed to cool it first” Rylee smiled “I never hate you; I love you so much Oakley. The whole white thing is just me saying it, I never mean it. I promise you, and I want to build a family with you, I want this, I do. And your mom I never directly swore at her, I said she is a bitch because at times she was acting a bitch, I want to go out and help her, she text me today saying she needs help packing. I said wait, get a home first in Ireland, I want to be there for you, I don’t want to lose you Oakley” licking my top lip “likewise really, I just felt like I am losing you now, and then him. He is still my pops” I mumbled.

Rubbing the side of my face “are you ok with me now though? Like your not mad with me still” she asked “nah, I am not mad with you. I just honestly needed a moment to think and yeah, your mom really just put it into prospective with things, you know like the conversation you was having, and you said if you have a kid that looked like me, and that would be cute. I like that, it did make me smile though, I can’t lie” I grinned “but I mean that, I joke a lot about things. And the whole white thing, I don’t hate you or it, my god Oakley to me you’re the most handsome man and I do love you, I was so upset to know that things were ruined because of that fucking bitch, we are healing. We are on a path that I love, trust me on this I want to be here for you about things” nodding my head “I appreciate it you know, I just wanted to come over and let you know. We going to be good” reaching my hand over and placing my hand on her knee “thank you, for coming over and not making me suffer with it. Why don’t you stay over, you look like you need sleep. I’ll tell Grace to take Aziel, nothing sexual just a hug, sleep? You look like you need it” I clenched my jaw “I think I would be best to just go home” she frowned “your mom said something?” I laughed, she placed her hand over mine “that you need me” nodding my head looking up at her “it’s ok if you want to cry too” she said “just a lot, life” I smiled at her “so you staying?” I swallowed hard “alright, as long as I am small spoon” Rylee giggled “deal” she held my hand “I love you, you know that, I just got upset” Rylee kissed the back of my hand “I love you too, I just got caught in a corner” moving over to her and hugged Rylee, I missed her “I also wanted to say” moving back “can I go on a lads holiday?” I am asking her, seeing as she is my girlfriend “did you plan it already?” She questioned, shaking my head “it was a discussion but I said I have to ask init, I’m not single and that. So I am asking” Lee ain’t happy at all, she is thinking hard “what can I say, yeah. Go, you need a break, that’s fine” she isn’t happy really “thank you” low-key she wanted to say no.

[fetchmearum420]

Ranking each 1776 character:

John Adams, Massachusetts: 7/10 funny but something quite rude which I don’t like, can be cute like with Abigail. Bill Daniels nails the role.

Benjamin Franklin, Pennsylvania: 28736372818/10 deserves the damn world, Howard Da Silva really should have won an Oscar and Tony for Franklin, such a fun part.

Thomas Jefferson, Virginia: even though he really doesn’t speak much until But Mr Adams and in the second act, I still love him (not the REAL Jefferson) and Ken Howard really was extremely hot.

John Dickinson, Pennsylvania: 198277281/10 yes he’s a dick but he’s my dick and I love him. Always a mood. I respect that he was trying to be civil with England. Both Paul Hecht and Donald Madden nailed the role.

John Hancock, Massachusetts: 172774738/10 such an angry boy but he’s so funny and for what 😀 David Ford should have won an Oscar for his facial expressions.

James Wilson, Pennsylvania: 1938738291/10 idk why I love him so much but I do. He’s so cute and him and Dickinson are so in love and it’s adorable. Emory Bass really nailed the part and hardly smiled at all. Nailed it.

Edward Rutledge, South Carolina: 10/10 this one might be controversial but I LOVE Rutledge. I’m obsessed with his peacock costumes and his hairstyle. (Gary Beach played Rutledge which was his Broadway debut and he’s the reason I’m even into this musical.) Molasses to Rum is the show stopper for me and I bow down to both John Cullum and Clifford David.

Charles Thompson: 10/10 such an underrated king and Ralston Hill’s eyebrows should have won an Oscar. Always a mood.

Dr. Lyman Hall, Georgia: 183873828/10 a cinnamon roll that deserves more love. His first day is so chaotic but he doesn’t complain. Jonathan Moore slayed. (Also fun fact, Jonathan UNDERSTUDIED Adams while on Broadway. What id give to go back in time to see him do that role.)

Richard Henry Lee, Virginia: 182773829/10 a small role, but his number is obviousLEE a stand out and such a bop. He’s so cute and clearLEE fun. Ron Holgate totally earned that Tony.

Roger Sherman, Connecticut: 1273672/10 underrated king that I love. He always has a bowl of coffee with him and it’s so cute and for what 😩 Rex Robbins you son of a bitch why you make Sherman so cute 😭

Samuel Chase, Maryland: 7/10, doesn’t do much for me but he is pretty funny. Phil Polito and Patrick Hines nailed it.

Caesar Rodney, Delaware: 10/10 we Stan a king who was deathly sick but yet traveled 80 miles back to congress to sign the damn declaration and save Delaware.

Col. Thomas McKean, Delaware: 19927382/10 He is so damn funny and for what 😭 he’s always threading Read and it makes me cackle.

Stephen Hopkins, Rhode Island: 1929838291/10 my favorite drunk bastard. Ceo of RUM. Such a crackhead. We Stan Roy Poole for this role.

George Read, Delaware: 0/10 we don’t like this louse in my house. He is a slimy worm. Fuck this bitch.

Andrew McNair: 10/10 SWEET JESUS it’s obvious. William Duell deserved an Oscar for saying SWEET JESUS so many times.

Lewis Morris, New York: 8/10 ceo of abstaining, COURTEOUSLY. We Stan.

Rev. John Witherspoon, New Jersey: 10/10 friendly guy who has a whore of an Aunt. But wtf is up with James Noble’s eyes the entire movie 😭🤭

Robert Livingston, New York: 4/10, the only time he actually says something is during But Mr Adams and he’s singing. Doesn’t do much for me.

Joseph Hewes, North Carolina: 6/10 he’s okay. Doesn’t do much for me.

Abigail Adams: 182772883/10 my wife. Such a damn queen. We Stan Virginia Vestoff.

Martha Jefferson: 182772828/10 only in one scene but NAILS IT. I definitely prefer Betty Buckley but Blythe Danner was good too.

Dr. Josiah Bartlett, New Hampshire: 1/10 literally takes the fun out of Congress. Unfair bitch.

Courier: 4/10, don’t really have an opinion.

[goonmilk]

Viral

As 10 Million plus of you know, or may not know my ID photos recently went viral on the internet lol. My 2018 and 2024 IDs caused a frenzy of hilarious commentary on Twitter first and then IG this week. From “he’s a crackhead” to “the difference between doing weed and doing coke”, to “Thats what living in Maryland will do to you”. All quite hilarious to me and those who know me, but I’d like to give some background on the actual factuals.

Never done hard drugs in my fucking life! I was high on weed in the first ID photo in 2018 (clearly). Those that know me know I’ve been sober the last 8 months after choosing to quit smoking weed completely due to me raising my son and how much he mimics everything I do and being high around him just didn’t feel right. From being a heavy weed smoker for the past 15 years to quitting cold turkey, I am extremely proud that I don’t look like that first pic anymore.

Stress has nothing to do with the difference in photos, I am so much happier with life and my family and my accomplishments now in 2024 than I was in 2018. I’m married, own place, own car, family growing and healthy with a thriving business in photography, and loving my job im blessed to do every single day. I was more stressed in 2018 than ever with none of the aforementioned accomplishments.

My eyes change color, they’re a totally different shade lighter than the 2018 photo. My eyes change colors all the time from brown, to green, to hazel, to grey. My eyebrows have always been super thin. People telling me go to the doctor and get my thyroid checked and Im literally the healthiest I’ve been my entire life. Juicing, exercising when I can and eating my vegetables. I think I look healthier with smoother skin. My shocked expression is really due to not having my glasses on and the flash going off before I expected it to because theres no countdown just “turn and take the pic”, Boom.

I needed a shapeup my mustache do look wild lol. My locs are braided and pulling my hairline back further than what it is. 🤷🏾‍♂️

I like my before and after photos and glad I posted it and went Viral. One thing about me, Im probably the most self confident person you gonna run into so nothing someone who doesn’t know me can say thats gonna hurt my feelings or make me feel any less than what I already know I am. And I’m the last person you want to try to make fun of and put on blast cause Im just gonna use it to my advantage and put it on a T-shirt, you really cant pay for this type of Free Promotion. So thank you Twitter, Memezar, OnlyinDMV, DMVHoodzandNewz, you just turned my website views up and sent me more prospective clients. Thank you to everyone who sent it my way; Me, Ash and even my Mom have been receiving DMs and texts all week from concerned friends and family making sure I saw it lol. I appreciate everyone in the comments taking up for me and tagging me. The positive messages and love I received was really the biggest compliments ever. Trust me I saw it all and loved every second of this experience. T-shirts available in the Shop now!

Just another way to prove I’m G.etting O.ut O.f N.egative S.ituations #GOONS!

[rainey-staerie-daize]

This is a personal blog that I treat like a diary, except y'all can read it. I think plenty of the shit that happens around here is funny, and I like sharing. The other shit... I just need to get off my chest sometimes.

Oh, and I reblog plenty of stuff. I like memes and I'm in multiple fandoms.

The Staers of my stories:

Mom: 42F. Her existence has been getting on my nerves the last couple of years, and I'm sure I've been doing the same to her. I've tried in the past to connect with her, but I've basically given up now. Fucks are only given when some are also received.

Me: 23F. Autistic and severely struggling with suspected OCD. Probably went through gifted kid burnout. I cope with life by typing about it and taking a lot of pics. Sometimes things actually end up on Instagram. Currently trying to get my life together.

Skye: 18F, my only full sibling. The most entertaining person in my life. Queen of Crackhead Energy. Probably literally my best friend because I suck at keeping in touch with people unless I see them every day. So far, slaying life in ways I never did.

Bry: 15M, half brother with a different dad. Usually gaming on his laptop. Sometimes chill, sometimes has out-of-pocket jokes. Been kinda cringe lately.

Xan: 10M, half brother with yet another dad. The biggest brat of the household. If he were born a girl, it wouldn't be a stretch at all for him to have been named Karen. Has gotten violent before, but most often just screams. Some days, people simply existing around him sets him off. Especially Kare for some reason.

Kare: 8F, full sibling of Xan. Is nice to pretty much everyone, including Xan on a good day. Loves unicorns, farts, butts, boobs, and Mom.

"the littles": How the rest of us refer to Xan and Kare collectively. It's not "the twins" because they're two years apart, but they give Twin Energy sometimes.

Jerry/Terry: What I call my intrusive thoughts for shits and giggles. Often violent, self-harmy imagery that I don't ask for. Name came from Leela saying "shut up, Terry" in the first episode of Futurama, and I misremembered what name she said. I didn't remember that it was from Futurama at all, actually. Just the exasperated tone used.

Off-screen characters:

Dad, 71M. Was an eccentric dude. I headcanon that he was also autistic, and just never knew how to deal with it. So he was an alcoholic. According to Mom, also tried pretty much every drug except ones requiring needles. Was a fellow artist, making all sorts of stuff. Cheapskate, but still cared about Skye and I. Was cremated in 2021, and now resides on the bookcase in two different urns.

Alex, 42?F, older sister I've never met from Dad's first marriage. Heard she didn't like learning about me being born though. Currently lives in Texas. For all I know, she might be one of those Republican Karens. Has two sons I've also never met.

Ash, 21F. Kare and Xan's older sister from their dad's first marriage. Xan acts pretty similarly to her in the brattiness department, though he might be smarter academically. Haven't seen her since Xan was a baby. I wonder how she turned out.

My socials in case y'all want them:

Instagram

YouTube

TikTok

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Steam

SideQuest

AO3 faveorites

[suspiciousriver]

At the Gas Station

The patchwork quilt is this:

a Navajo, a pal, a Ronald Reagan,

Two baritone boys, and an alcoholic.

Spanish, plaid, orange juice, white noise,

Criterion, draping my legs over Paul’s

knees and his playful tap.

Me and my friends and we’re chugging beer,

Sky shows up and she was a friend from my childhood

And she plays pool with her boyfriend

and they’re the type that Neo opens the door to.

I bought two gray rabbits at King’s Thrift

And I positioned them to touch noses.

Two black eyes and their noses kissing

on a bookcase and when I sat on the couch

I began to think of them as a camera.

I painted the one rabbit pink with flowers

and left the other one gray.

I looked to the left and their eyes were

Cold-black and chill-haunted.

This is how we taunt: with helicopters

and invisible cameras and a surveilled

Boob light.

No one believes that Paul and I were

that tight.

Zach gives me two objects:

A Gameboy and a wind-up mouth toy,

You twist it and it chatters and jumps

Downstairs. I have too many lost objects to count.

I had three chests that I kept by the door.

A trophy from my debate days.

I was neatly clipped.

He was neatly tipped.

I am too tired to talk.

It’s too dark to walk.

I’m better suited for flourescent-white, sterile,

spandex environments anyway.

I have seen this before:

Mother-rape-son. He had a right to roll

his eyes. African man with angry eyes

I’m trying to tell you:

Maybe when I look in the mirror I see a face that’s better suited for darkness, or lamps, and that scares me — the sun can be so critical.

I don’t always feel deserving of it.

Ever catch a sun ray so pure and warm it sets your heart on fire? I chase that feeling daily. I chase warmth daily.

Love is a form of knowledge,

which I think it is.

We share blue eyeliner.

You’re a thought in your own head, honey.

Will a Twisted tea fix this?

It won’t.

It’s all hidden crackhead knowledge.

These are the treats.

Every day

boiled eggs.

Castro visited Utah and the truck

newspapers. Rich!

That was genuine disgust

Because I looked like a

mullet-Malcom-X-Nazi-whore.

The Asian doctor sniffed my crotch

And said, “You’re really being released

with all of that baggage?”

Fuck you. This is why he ran.

St. George man and I ride the same

wavelength. He was trying to maintain

his sanity.

They flock around Derrick's slit neck

and I am so grief-ridden that I kicked

him. I did not want to escalate.

Is he alive? South Korea Ender’s Game dude

and his robotic voice cracked into my skull:

I am thinking about sex.

This is why I cannot sleep.

He’s 32. You’re nothing. You’re everything.

Give it to Gina: I looked trashy as hell.

Can you act black for a second?

What does Cuba represent?

Not Adrian. Not Adrienne.

Pizza gate: I am politely telling you,

I do not have that disease.

Thank you. It was Isaiah’s parakeet,

and the Bible. I am politely

asking you to show me your 7 cults.

I am asking you to FaceTime my husband

and his dirty beard and a seatbelt.

Day Two, they helped strap

me to a gurney and I was secured.

We like to drop hints: Sunglasses and something is seriously wrong

with the lifeboat. It was his ball sweat and a dog named Cujo.

My father/crack was a child. My father thinks I’m ugly.

It’s about time we met each other

for real. I resisted those journals for two years

because he Ultra-Blued his way onto my couch.

A big treat from the nice girl, pink soap.

I was smelly. I was brown. Here are your affirmation

cards: World-War-3. I should have

invited Shane(heroin)and my mother(meth)

to share the same couch. I had to snip

my chlorine hair because it was locking.

California is the deep fake. Home box office

recession. Century 16. Who can pretend to be the

most grateful for a chicken leg? I was.

me and a denim coat. Artificially intelligent

and let’s keep shit on TikTok. I met you through

MF Doom and Tupac. The world’s worst violent arm

length and fishing for work. Pork! I want to eat you.

Toasters and fake forks and that twitch.

It’s mine. I want small work. Here is the crystal cage.

Men are obsessed with my militantly tight pussy

and masked men keep shit loud. I don’t know why you don’t finger yourself

I want you! That was a real treat from Joe. I want to sever three red ties.

The blonde. The host. The pace. MINUS 3 POINTS: BACK TO JAZZ.

He lashes his own back like Jesus

and I cannot help him there.

That was her favorite hiss.

[imdoingwhateverisnext]

My Daughter Has Frenemies?

As an elderly woman in her 40's, I realize that my children are always going to be better at technology than I will ever be. Just as I am probably more informed about the space shuttle than my parents are. I do allow myself to feel some pride though. My children (including the millennial versions of my kids) have this amazing and underappreciated technology because of the sacrifices my generation and I have made for them.

My kids still have to help me with my computer and phone. I am reminded of the patients I have treated in the past; in which the youngest person in the family seems to do all of the communication/ translation for the group. Bree reminds me on occasion, that I am well on my way to the permanent nursing home stay of my dreams. I already have it picked out. She is such a sweet girl.

My sons and my daughter are both intelligent and tech savvy, yet compared to myself, most people (especially young people) are. All of my kids are super glued to their phones, like little crackheads. They might as well be the generation with the upload plug in the back of their necks. I always thought that was going to be MY generation. I still try not to be too jealous.

Being glued to a device is not all fun and games, even for a millennial. One day at my mother's house, Bree was looking at her phone, first with a smile, then with a furrowed brow. She is quite the popular child, or at least I thought she was. She is pretty, confident, a good student, smart, witty AND she's athletic. Oh...wait, she is a target. Damn. Why didn't I see this before?

Anyway, I overheard the infamous tune playing... "Never gonna give you up...Never gonna let you down...Never gonna run around and desert you!"

Bree looked up from her phone and said (completely deadpan), "I hate the internet".

I just HAD to laugh!

Oh my God!

I can't believe people are still playing that song!!

A "friend" of hers sent her a Rick Roll link. Probably the same friend who told her they were going as Thing 1 and Thing 2 for some library appreciation "fun" day. Bree was the only one who showed up dressed up with blue hair and Thing 2 on her shirt. I never liked that frenemy of hers.

[blarghsandblurbs]

I can’t make my brain make sense

All these confused words and choices I made

And quick stop to judgement drops all substance and now I’m running back into

Flesh

Probably just sex

But everything else is fucking magic and then when I check my heartbeat it feels wrecked

Like fearful as fuck but I can’t speak up I get choked up a liar that’s what’s up and I didn’t even know all the little words I never spoke aloud swallowed them down like kapow straight back in my mouth and now

They’re spitting out like word vomit and I can’t take them back now besmirch me now somehow I keep feeling foolish like showing everything I am letting it all hang out rejection comes quick like tension and stressing and running back to mamas home is what it is but then all those little voices and demons

Like I’m a teenager again scratching at my stomach I’m bleeding wait excuse me mister didn’t you say you had a sister why are we all such pussies violating words violating spaces violating bodies like nothing is sacred we faked it

In this game where no one wins just a bunch of mother fucking losers that we once called friends and I may be right that that’s what’s up but a pitfall is a lonely downtrodden path to the bottom at last and standing there in the dark with my fingers in my ears like duh

I won’t hear a stupid word you say you motherfucking liar hypocrite I’ll pretend I’m not the same as my inner walls vibrate begging for you to stick your stick in my four letter imprisonment caught you like a fly in the web pretend it was all love once again fucking addicts don’t know how to stop

I quit i give what is healthy what is false when I want to get railed for days like excuse me that’s all that matters at all

Love wins love conquers I’ll pretend it won’t be thrown away wait it wasn’t a game what’s that my actions have consequences whose that I’m 35 and don’t have a clue what’s new drag me straight back down from the moon catch you soon won’t fuck it up won’t fuck it up won’t fuck it up my mantra to the universe

Show me the way throw some sand in my eye stick a needle in my face whatever it takes keep me on course on track so I don’t fall back I dig myself out of a grave

So I want to act tough speak up slip up fuck up so my fist in your teeth catching you mess up blood on my knuckles like a new age fist bump on your face but the only one pumping fists is me on the stage

Laughing as you cow down act your motherfucking age we ain’t in high school bitches and even if we were didn’t you learn snitches get stitches why you act like y’all so tough when prison guys look at me and flinch it never quits you all so fucking stupid get over it

People talk too much blah blah blah me too I guess I don’t get a clue and now I’m unglued pouring my heart out like a dumbass rhyme wastin my time tomorrow’s a brand new day smiling through tears like I’m trembling I’ll be okay

When did I get so fragile why we so foolish when we’re so sensitive we all just want to be loved what the fuck happened we pour our hearts out and our mamas and papas and sons and daughters keep carrying on the torch burning for generational curses they say

Fuck that I don’t need to be saved

Fuck that I don’t need to find salvation redemption you don’t know what I’ve been living and it became a badge like look at me I’m winning like a Girl Scout sewed her first shirt how cute spit on the face grow up what the fuck was so tough when he hit me but me slapped me and kicked me and I laughed in his face what the hell is it for but the minute he took a knife to the wrist I’m crying asking him to quit it

What is this drama llama mama like kids playing cootie shots out on the playground but when we are all bigger now and cops and robbers turned into guns and methheads

Stealing everything I once had

There was fire and smoke and it was real not kidding and what

What was all this

I’m emptying me heart I’ve had enough of it

Crackhead alcoholic I’ve heard all the stories along with it but let’s walk on the park for hours and talk about flowers

Maybe

I just want some innocence

[kindtobechurlish]

What is me just punching you in the face? That’s not honor. There are more of you than me. So, what do I do when I can’t personify honor? Action is the fact or process of doing something, typically to achieve an aim. I am not engaging “barratry.” I’m not that Kike in ghettos looking to say never forget, instead I bring action and the chief magistrate is a bitch with that smile.

“Go out and get you a different job”, and assholes are watching me, not hiring me, doing nothing but prove me right. Oh, so I have money and you want me to shop, but when it comes downs to the merchandise, “go out and get you a different job.” FUCK YOU. I know the first American, I’m at the bottom and a cracker or cracker female hasn’t interviewed me. And now you see a picture, I’m not all that fond of those negroes who sell marijuana on the street and I’m not all that fond of legalized weed - or the people who are selling the product. “Merchandise.” I don’t like the condition of this kike, I learn, I display, I give you story, I am the author, and you see persons prove me right as assholes stand with kikes.

Nayvadius was selling crack to put diapers on a baby, and Boosie would come in and reveal that crackheads don’t die but people on fentanyl do. “If you need to get high, really high, do crack - you won’t die.” You see this picture, social security, media makes a narrative republicans want to cut it, and now you see my oppression. People are watching me, I’m mirroring Albert Pike, just for me to come across animals who can’t fathom honor, and breeders, and they hate my politeness. Something doesn’t seem right, you son of a bitch? Some spick watching me, wanting to be white.