#hideous snobs

[winepresswrath]

blithely ignoring my own complicated feelings about season one and also all signs that season two is going to be a shitshow to amcwtv post about how I am still sad that they took out one of my favourite Loustat beats (Louis looking down on Lestat for being a gold digging low class illiterate farmboy) out of the show. What of the trashy bimbo Lestat who lives in Louis' head paying rent in very specific ways? Lestat having his own money in that era & being some outward embodiment of institutional power feels like fanfic Lestat would write and I don't like it. However! We can still capitalize on one of my other favourite beats and have Louis completely take Lestat's dad's side in their sadly posthumous but I presume still ongoing-in-Lestat's head conflict. Lestat's dad being dead doesn't mean Louis can't judge Lestat for being a heartless and patricidal to a nice old man while Lestat writhes because he's actually embarrassed that he couldn't bring himself to kill his father even though he sucked. Bring Gabrielle into it in the worst ways. Bring Claudia into it so she can have her own justified patricidal feelings. Let's go give it to me.

[devouringbodies]

Wait a minute so they only released bones and all on bluray?? They didn't even bother to produce dvds??? That's so rancid.

[hiiikiko]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[7: ex’s and oh…]

tlou m.list | series m.list

spiderman!ellie x reader

synopsis: could ellie be anymore confusing?? is she even worth the headache? i mean you do have better options…. particularly a blonde who invited you to a ball….. or maybe a particular masked vigilante….?

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“I thought you were over Abby,” Gwen arched her brow as she held up another dress against her and looked in the full length mirror opposite where you sat.

“I-I am.. I think but.. I don’t know, Gwen, I can’t keep waiting around for Ellie to wake up,” you grumbled and shook your head at the dress Gwen was holding, “No, that colours hideous.”

“Yeah.. kinda reminds me of the dress I wore in sixth grade, remember that? I threw up all over it.. ugh, now I’m nauseous,” you giggled as you made your way over to help her look through dresses, “Hey, are you not gonna get a new dress?”

You held up a dress to Gwen, “Nah, Markus is making me one, he said something about me being free advertising, wearing one of his dresses around all those snobs will do his work some justice by bringing attention to it,” you hung the dress back up.

“Ugh, lucky…” Gwen whined and flopped back onto the couch, “Not only are you getting a dress customed made for you, you have one of the hottest girls taking you to the ball? Your life is like a fucking drama, like Gossip Girl or something.”

“Lucky isn’t what i’d call it.”

ELLIE’S POV:

Ellie bit the cap of her pen, trying desperately to pay attention to what the professor was saying but her mind was still reeling from what Jesse had told her a few days prior.

After arriving at Jesse’s apartment, he pulled up a video of another Spider-Man..? They looked very identical to Ellie but.. their suit was all black and looked almost liquid, not to mention this ‘Spidey’ looked bigger.. more threatening than her. News sources around the city were saying that Spidey had wen ‘Back to Black’ which she did appreciate the pun but it didn’t make sense at all because she had never owned a black suit previously and on top of that, this Spidey seemed to be better than her.. they were stronger, faster but at the same time.. they were rougher and seemed almost animalistic in their movements.. not to mention, they looked a little too familiar for Ellie’s taste.

“Ellie? Hellooooo?”

Ellie nearly jumped out of her skin, “Y-yeah? What’s up?”

“I said class was dismissed,” the profesor chuckled and roughly pat her on the back, causing Ellie to let out a little ‘oof.’

“Yeah, sorry.. I was distracted..”

“My dear girl, you should go back home, I’ll even extend the deadline on the final essay for you, just.. just don’t tell anyone okay? It’s really not a secret anymore but you’re by far my favourite in this class, hell, maybe even the whole school,” he chuckled and waved his hand as he made his easy down the stairs, “I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee.”

“Bye professor,” Ellie smiled softly, momentarily distracted from the dire situation at hand.

Gotta find them before things get outta hand.

YOUR POV:

Abby: Did you get your dress?

You: ya

Abby: I’ll pick you up at 8 tmrw

You: k

Abby: don’t sound so enthusiastic

You: k

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone down next to you, you so did not want to go to this stupid ball. You grumbled and sat up, knowing that you should probably get something to eat, so you tossed on your favourite Spider-Man hoodie and some warm jeans and sneakers to head downstairs. You had made a little extra this month, so you decided to treat yourself to your favourite food.

You plugged your ears with your airpods and stepped into the chilly street.

“Shoulda worn a warmer jacket,” you muttered and made your way through the somewhat empty streets, shoving your hands deep into your pockets and humming softly along to the song blasting through your headphones.

The crisp night air soothed your reeling mind, almost cleansing it of Ellie and Abby.

To get to the restaurant, you had to pass through a couple alleys… you knew you shouldn’t, you could get robbed… or worse but part of you knew that wouldn’t happen because you had your guardian angel on your side.. right?

You weaved your way through garbage bags, potholes, and dumpsters. There were a few bums here and there but most were either drunk out of their minds or poor down on their luck business men.

The echoes from your hums bounced off the walls and back to you as you walked.

Fuck, this is reckless… maybe I shouldn’t be doing this..

You shove your hands deeper into your pockets and chew on your inner cheek… this was reckless but you needed to know if he would come.

Lost in thought, you didn’t even see the approaching shadow behind you until you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. Jumping with a yelp, you spun around with a smile on your face.

“I thought you’d never sho—,” your smile is quickly wiped off your face when you come face to face with a tall gangly man, his eyes red from too much alcohol, his breath sour with beer and cigarettes, and face bloated from too many drunken nights.

“Well, here I am,” he smiles crookedly and brings a knobby hand up to his chin, rubbing at the stubble there, his beady eyes roaming over your finger, clearly sizing you up.

You feign a polite chuckle, “Sorry, I-I thought you were someone else..”

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be, sweetheart.”

Ew.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you scoff and turn around to head back down the alley.

“Come on! I’m a great actor,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you closer.

“Hey look, I’m not fucking interested,” you say through gritted teeth.

His smile never wavers, “Why the fuck are you acting like such a bitch?” He pulls you even closer, you can feel his vile breath against your neck and a slimy hand snaking itself around your waist.

“Get off!” you yell and stomp your foot down onto his foot before pulling your knee back up and slamming it into his balls.

The man keels over, “You fucking bitch!”

You roll your eyes, raising your leg to kick him again but quickly withdraw your leg when the man pulls out a gun. Before the man could pull the trigger he’s pushed against the wall by an… invisible force…..or..? Is that webs..? You take a step closer, your eyes peering into the darkness, making out two figures, one on top and pummeling it’s arm into the pulp on the ground, the sound of grunts and please to ‘stop’ echoeing throughthe once hum filled alleyway.

Suddenly the cries stop and you feel another hand on your shoulder, you screamed and spun around.

“Woah, woah, calm down! It’s just me, you can put that er.. uh, pepper spray away?” Spidey chuckled and nodded at your glitter bottle of pepper spray that definitely would not have worked.

“H-Holy shit!” you yell exasperatedly, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” he yelled, you totally weren’t expecting that..

“W-What are you—?”

“You could’ve been seriously hurt!” Spidey yells and puts his hands on his head, “God, are you that reckless?”

“I-I was going t-to get d-d-dinner,” you cry.

Spidey puts his hands down, letting out a sigh, “Then come on.. let’s get your dinner.”

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[A/N: so sorry for the delay, a sequence of events happened that prevented me from having access to this account and giving me time to write, next chapter will be longer :p]

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[karvroom]

10 Things I Hate About Katsuki Bakugo

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⇦ 002. Your Overgrown Hatred for Assholes

003. French is the Language of Love

Kirishima was a quiet, but friendly boy who transferred from another school due to his dad's military career. U.A. was going to be the ninth school he's been to in the past ten years.

As a new student, he needed a mentor or someone to give him a tour of the large campus. Sero was assigned to show him around. They quickly became buddies after Sero's break down on the various cliques that occupied the school’s grounds.

Sero noticed Kirishima's aloof demeanor as he came to a stop. His eyes followed the red-head's. From the moment Kirishima saw Mina walking through the halls of U.A., he knew he had to have her. He was head over heels just by observing the way she walked and talked with her friends. Kirishima didn't care what everyone else said about her; she was a conceited, childish girl who would never date because of her father's house rules.

Of course, he was devastated to hear this at first. Alas, Kirishima wasn't one to give up so easily. It wouldn't be manly to allow a woman so stylishly wide-eyed and incredibly attractive to be swooned by a troll such as Kaminari and let him get away with it.

Once Sero mentioned Mina needed a French tutor, he knew that was his way in. Him and Sero devised of a brilliant plan: he would become a tutor for those who needed help in French. No, he didn't know the rich and melodic language , but he was willing to do anything just to grab Mina's attention from the snob, Denki Kaminari.

Kirishima was brought to when a bright red satchel was slammed onto the space next to him. His gaze followed the young lady that swiftly sat in the chair, folding one arm over the other, "Hi. Can we make this quick? Roxanne Corinne and Andrew Jarrett are having an incredibly horrendous public break-up on the quad, again."

"Oh, yeah, um, okay. I thought that we'd, um start with pronunciation, if that's all right with you." Why was he stuttering? Kirishima had never been this nervous before. He played with his fingers, feeling how sweaty his palms were. He felt like she could see right through him as her yellow irises grew.

Mina sighed, slumping her seat from the boredom that hit her, "Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please."

"Well, uh, there is an alternative."

"There is?" She smiled at the cloudy suggestion.

"Yeah. French food." Kirishima gulped, looking in every which way but Mina's. His cheeks flashed a color of pink as he continued, "We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?"

"You're asking me out?" A sweet smile creeped onto Mina's face, revealing her pearly whites. The outer corners of her eyes scrunched together, "That's so cute. What's your name again?"

Kirishima moved his hands under the table, nervously fiddling with his sweaty fingers. He didn't know what he was doing. He was completely winging the entire thing, hoping she would say yes.

The red-head abashedly rubbed the nape of his neck as he stated his name, "Kirishima. Listen, I know that your dad doesn't let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class—"

Mina's face "Oh, wait a minute. Kelvin—"

"Kirishima." He kindly corrected, huffing at Mina's slight mispronunciation of his name.

"My dad just came up with a new rule. I can date when my sister does." Mina chimed, tapping her fingers against the light wood of the table. She kicked her feet beneath the table, glowing at the fact.

"You're kidding." Kirishima's heart began pounding out of his chest. He could hear the rhythmic sound in his ears, as he stared at Mina in absolute awe. He continued, "Let me ask you, do you like sailing? 'Cause I read about this place that rents out boats—"

"A beaucoup problemo, Kirkman. In case you haven't heard, my sister's a particularly hideous breed of loser."

Kirishima swallowed, not even bothering to remediate Mina once more. The lines on his forehead signified his concerns, realizing it wasn't as easy as he had wished to get the girl of his dreams. "Yeah. Yeah, I noticed she's a little antisocial. Why is that?"

"Unsolved mystery." Mina shrugged, her lips tightening into a thin line. "She used to be really popular, and then it was like she got sick of it or something. Theories abound as to why, but I'm pretty sure she's just incapable of human interaction. Plus, she's a bitch."

Kirishima was slightly shocked at how easy it was to get your sister to bad mouth you. He didn't expect it from someone so bubbly. Kirishima especially didn't expect the insults thrown to your name. He thought sisters were supposed to look out for each other, but no, Mina wasn't exactly the biggest fan of you.

"Well, yeah, but I'm sure, you know, that there are lots of guys who wouldn't mind going out with a difficult woman." Kirishima tried shedding some light on the situation, finding it hard to believe you were completely un-dateable. "I mean, you know, people jump out of airplanes and ski off cliffs. It's be like "Extreme Dating"."

"You think you could find someone that extreme?"

Kirishima smiled, realizing a plan was starting to come together, all he had to do was take action. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"And you'd do that for me?" Mina put a hand on Kirishima's forearm. He thought he might explode in that moment. Suddenly, he felt more ecstatic.

"Hell, yes!" Kirishima shouted louder than he should've in the library, causing a few students to shush him. He shook his head, looking away from Mina as he brought his tone down a few notches, "I mean, you know, I could look into it."

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⇨ 004. An Idiot with Money

taglist🫐 @katsukota @wheezdostuff @honeydwitch @chuugarettes

[narancia-answers]

Ha! Jealous much? I made you look so awesome too! 😈

@ask-trish @narancia-answers @ask-mista @ask-crappy-mista @abbacchio-answers @giorno-askvanna @woke-fugo

Ok all of you. I am worried about @inquirepannacottafugo

He threatened to jump off a bridge. I think we should all draw pictures of him and put them everywhere so he sees that he is valued.

[rosanna-writer]

WIP Wednesday

🎶 that's that rhys espresso 🎶

"You're watching him again?" Tamlin said, peeking over Feyre's shoulder at her phone. She sunk down further into the sofa, a blush creeping its way up her cheeks, even though she had nothing at all to be ashamed of. "His videos are interesting," Feyre said, pressing pause and taking a headphone out so she could hear her fiance. "This one is all about the different methods for decaffeinating coffee beans." "I don't know how you can stand it. He's all 'notes of cinnamon' this and 'finely ground roast' that. It's just coffee." To be fair, Feyre had thought the same thing once. For years, she'd started her day with ancient drip coffee maker that she'd gotten secondhand, a relic of the 70s in a hideous shade of brown. It had always gotten the job done. It wasn't until Elain had gifted her a nicer one for her birthday, complete with a digital display and milk frothing attachment, that Feyre finally admitted that maybe the coffee snobs had a point. Elain had been the reason she'd discovered Black as Knight, too. Feyre's sister loved to bake the most, but she devoured all sorts of online cooking and food content at an alarming rate. Along with a joke about the swill Feyre drank—"god Feyre, Folgers??? you drink that BLACK??? you're worse than Nesta"—Elain had sent a link to a video of a coffee expert blind taste-testing bargain brands. Feyre had opened it, not expecting that Rhysand Knight would be the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

[kcscribbler]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged as always by @elodiah.

More Storyteller cutscene shenanigans, because nothing else is cooperating with me right now.

Loki looks up when a plastic tray – black, he notes absently, instead of the hideous orange of the primary TVA’s cafeteria – hits the table across from him, and then double-takes. “You’re not Mobius.” “Clearly.” The young agent Loki is unfamiliar with, who seems to be part of Mobius’ inner circle in this new TVA, looks down at him over a pair of dark glasses. She sets a padded electronics sleeve down as well, but doesn’t take the seat yet. “He’s been detained. Special council meeting. I was asked to let you know. Would you prefer to eat alone?” From their brief interactions to date, Loki has found this woman to be refreshingly direct. She also appears to know more than most about the inner workings of this place; and particularly, about Mobius. And Loki is not above pressing a strategic advantage, when the opportunity literally walks up to him. Blackmail material is always worth acquiring for future use. He gestures toward the seat with a dramatic flourish. “Please, be my guest.” As she sits, Loki puts his glass down, frowning as the words belatedly register. “A special council meeting?” “Actually necessary. They’re usually tactical in nature, multiversal war strategy.” She twists the lid from a container of salad – not the boring (“it’s classic, you royal snob”) kind Mobius enjoys, but some elevated version containing what look like nuts and sliced strawberries amid the mixture of green leaves, as well as some kind of crumbling cheese. “But they’re always long. We won’t see him for at least three hours.” Loki’s eyebrow inclines slightly. “Does this special council of yours have a regular habit of holding their meetings with no regard for the work and break times of their satellite branch?” A loud snort. “You could say that.” Octavia spears a chunk of lettuce with her fork and then points it at him. “Which is why I sent someone after him. We actually have a special protocol for these things, Protocol J.” “Indeed?” “Oh, yes. Some asshole in a Santa Monica Jamba Juice is wondering where his smoothie went, right about now.”

No-pressure tags! @lokimobius @dilfmobius @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

@impulsemuppet @asoeiki @natendo-art @boredintjqueen @wolfpup026

@thewildballyntynesgrow @justabigoldnerd @andthekitchensinkao3 @scifikimmi @insomniaflarrow Whatcha workin' on?

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

My animation snob partner refused to watch Big Mouth because they thought the style was hideous and thus didn't deserve a chance. I made them watch it. They ate their words so quickly.

[lesbian-vampyre]

be honest chat is this choker absolutely hideous or am i an ungrateful snob

[realcube]

YOU GOT: KEIJI AKAASHI

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @lady-of-endless

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'MBTI: INFJ'

𓆩♡𓆪 according to personality database, akaashi is an INTJ

𓆩♡𓆪 which i agree with tbh , usually personality database has some unqiue opinions based in nothing but imo INTJ is accurate for him

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway this means you are both very similar; you're both judging types which means you both tend to plan things out and make decisions based on logic and reason opposed to whimsy

𓆩♡𓆪 which is great because akaashi probably doesn't have the capacity to handle another bokuto

𓆩♡𓆪 he just needs someone stable and rational who isn't pushing him outside of his comfort zone every other day and that person is youu

𓆩♡𓆪 and your both introverts which is great because at functions he WILL be hanging out with you opposed to mingling

𓆩♡𓆪 not because he is shy though , literally just because he cba and he prefers your company anyway

𓆩♡𓆪 the only difference you have is you are feeling and he is thinking type

𓆩♡𓆪 and i think this is a very beneficial place to be seperated on because it means you can both learn to see things from a new perspective

𓆩♡𓆪 like you could definitely teach him to be more empathetic and open-minded

𓆩♡𓆪 while he could teach you to be more strict — since being compassionate, especially overly so isn't always a good thing and can lead to you being taken advantage of or needless upset

𓆩♡𓆪 and there is no way he is going to let something like that happen to you

𓆩♡𓆪 he finds how caring you are to be sweet though , and he wouldn't change a thing about you

𓆩♡𓆪 and being around you DEFINITELY makes him less cynical , thats for sure

𓆩♡𓆪 like he'll watch a murder documentary on netflix and be like "everyone is hideous on the inside and we're all just psychopaths"

𓆩♡𓆪 but then he'll hang out with you and be like "nevermind ☺"

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'going to the gym, listening to music, reading and studying, learning new stuff, playing the guitar'

𓆩♡𓆪 i can't imagine akaashi being a gym rat. like he i could defo see him as a person who goes to the gym, but not gym rat. he mostly just goes bc he feels like he has to

𓆩♡𓆪but omg if he finds out you go to the gym .. for fun..

𓆩♡𓆪 he will become the biggest poser on earth

𓆩♡𓆪 he seems like a "gym once a week" type of guy but as soon as he hears that you go daily or x amount of times a week, you can catch him on shoulder press machine 24/7

𓆩♡𓆪 not even ushijima HIMSELF could pull that mf away from the stair master

𓆩♡𓆪 all that just so he has the chance of running into you and having something to talk to you about

𓆩♡𓆪 but the difference between him doing it opposed to bokuto or someone else, is that he doesn't even know that he's doing it for you

𓆩♡𓆪 like he just starts hanging out in the gym more but in his head he is like "yeah i'll just stay for a couple more sets before i go... for my health... not for any other reason... hm"

𓆩♡𓆪 but deep down he is praying that you'll come in at any moment

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's like pre-dating. after y'all start dating he keeps this gym rat facade up for maybe a couple months before he admits he's a lazy shit

𓆩♡𓆪 jk actually dating you would probably get him going to the gym more anyway so maybe you never find out

𓆩♡𓆪he is definitely the reading type, i'm pretty sure it's canon that he is a manga editor after the timeskip??

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway he would definitely be giving you book/manga reccs once y'all start dating

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's unreal because if you give him a recc back he will ACTUALLY read it just so you guys have something to talk about

𓆩♡𓆪 even if it's abosolute trash , he'll still read it but just so he can complain about it and tease you for having horrible taste

𓆩♡𓆪 as if he doesn't read manga .. i mean, who does that?! (👀)

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'Ideal first date: movie and a walk'

𓆩♡𓆪 oki this is defo what made me pick akaashi for you

𓆩♡𓆪 i can totally imagine him as a film snob though so you are going to have to deal with him putting on some pretentious ass "classic" film like fight club ARGH

𓆩♡𓆪 unless you're into that kinda stuff then y'all are just a match made

𓆩♡𓆪 or it could go the opposite way around and you convince him to watch a funny but objectively "poor" movie like sausage party

𓆩♡𓆪 or you could compromise and watch a critically aclaimed movie made for wide audiences like deadpool or barbie

𓆩♡𓆪 omg he sooo wants to watch something mentally stimulating and challenging with you so you guys can have in depth discussions about the plot over a glass of wine

𓆩♡𓆪 but on your first date bokuto told him beforehand "bro you gotta watch a scary film, she'll get so scared she'll jump into your arms and then you don't even need to make a move"

𓆩♡𓆪 and at first he is apprehensive but bokuto has probably had wayyy more gfs than him so he just goes with it

𓆩♡𓆪 so he puts on a horror movie and he isn't easily scared but it wouldn't matter if he was anyway because the whole time he is just passing glances at you like 👁👁 waiting for you to squeal and leap into his arms like bokuto said you would

𓆩♡𓆪 v disappointed when that doesn't happen

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for @lady-of-endless: you are such a sweetie pie so you deserved someone as sweet ! akaashi was the first person that sprung to mind for you tbh. i briefly considered kenma but it was mostly akaashi supremacy for you

[hplovecraftmuseum]

If as I have proposed numerous times in our exhibits here Lovecraft loved order, beauty, honor, and refined culture, why does he write of these things always in a state of decline? HPL loved visiting public museums, yet he ghost wrote THE HORROR IN THE MUSEUM for a client. He loved gardens, yet THE GARDEN OF YIN ends with a person eventually trapped inside a walled garden. Lovecraft appreciated those elements of Classical Architecture which he saw in the Georgian structures of his native New England. He despised the jumbled Victorian houses that rose up in the Federal Hill district of Providence. He wrote repeatedly of hideous ruins and moldering structures defying logic and natural law in his tales. Lovecraft never drank alcohol in his life or used any mind-altering drugs, but drunken persons and drug users appear several times in his stories. For Lovecraft what set humans apart from animals was 'culture'. By that I do not mean money or social status alone. Lovecraft hated the pretentious, the uncouth wealthy, the snobs who cover themselves in a thin varnish of refined appearance. Being a lady or gentlemen to him was not a pose. For most of Lovecraft's adult life he lived very close to poverty. Prisoners in most institutions likely ate more nourishing meals than he. His clothing was sometimes threadbare, but he always tried to appear neatly dressed and almost always wore a suit and tie. Some have asked why he did not make a more practical effort to write fiction for money. They say he wasted so much of his time writing letters - some of them incredibly long - to friends and associates. It might be said that Lovecraft was a slave to his own culture, or to what he believed being a cultured gentleman of letters MUST BE. This fantasy of almost maniacal loyalty to one's cultural is probably most perfectly reflected in the culture of Imperial Japan ending with its defeat in WW2. This recognition that the people of Japan would fight to the last man, the last woman, would suffer any depredation before dishonoring their culture is a element of existence that Lovecraft faced too. Of course HPL died before WW2 became an official event, but the world was spinning in that direction ever faster before he died in 1937. (Exhibit 581)

[forensicated]

05x13 - The Key Of The Door

Dashers pulls up outside a house. The posh lady who answers thinks he's there to view the property before he clarifies that he is Detective Constable Dashwood from Sun Hill Police. She mutters in response about 'the most hideous thing'. Mike doesn't understand so she gestures at the For Sale Sign. Mike tells her she doesn't have to have one if she doesn't want to.

Bob finds Pete crawling around a car. Pete explains the car belongs to a disqualified driver. He's planting a stone to prove his suspicions that the man is still driving it. "This your route back to CID is it?" Bob smirks. "Come on Sarge; three convictions for drunk driving?" Bob tells him he should have used chalk on the kerb to mark the wheels.

Tosh and Jim are sitting outside a suspected brothel, watching men leave. The men are averaging half an hour before leaving. They suggest hanging on a bit after one has just gone in before going inside. Both men claim they've not visited a sex worker themselves.

Dashers updates his victim that a glove print and plasticine was found during a forensics sweep. He asks for information about prospective buyers. She tells him to ask the Estate Agent but he's interested in what she remembers. She claims a 'fat and 50-year-old couple with dyed hair and lots of vulgar jewellery called. The woman had a very loud voice and told her husband which walls she would knock down if they bought it so she decided not to sell to them. She claimed they looked like market traders. "... Yes, I'm a snob." Mike smiles and tells her it's alright, so is he!

Bob chases a mugger - who luckily only spots the officer running at him just before he reaches him (!) Bob gives chase up some stairs onto an estate but loses his suspect. He calls the description in and returns to the shaken victim, Avril Hebberd. Avril doesn't want to report it and tries to sidestep him. Bob tells her work can wait and he'll walk her home and make her a cup of tea. Avril gives in and tells him the mugger only got £10. An elderly man greets Bob and tells him that he is doing much better than [Avril]. Avril shouts at the elderly man to shut up because it's none of his business. Bob's spidey senses are tingling.

The Estate Agent is not sympathetic to Posh Lady's plight. Her concern is only that she might drop the price or take her house off the market. Mike tells her it's not the only house targeted after being listed for sale locally. The Estate Agent snaps back that it can't be linked because she is the first one on their books that it happened to. While bringing up a list of those who viewed it, she tries to sell Mike a starter home on a rather exclusive estate.

Avril tries to stop Bob following her inside her flat. He insists on making them both a drink. It looks like the flat has been burgled as everything is in disarray. He asks if she's been burgled and presses her to talk to him. Avril ignores his questions until Bob asks if he's looking for a burglar and a mugger or if they're the same person. She finally speaks up. He's neither. He's her son.

Tosh and Jim watch as the 4th man leaves the suspected brothel. Jim suggests it could be something innocent like aromatherapy or reflexology. Tosh just scoffs at his innocence. "Ken Melvin's girlfriend, who's a medical student, told me that if you-" "Come on." Tosh cuts him off to avoid hearing more. "Depends what parts you press, that's all!" Jim pouts, following him out of the car. "Neighbours who complain about feet being massaged?" Tosh snorts. They hesitate outside, neither wanting to be the first. "Kim's Massage Parlour?" Jim asks as the door is answered by an attractive blonde. The woman confirms they're in the right place and leads them inside. An older redhead asks if they're 'equipment salesmen' because she thinks that's what they look like. Jim shakes his head and says they're just customers and they had trouble finding them because there isn't a sign outside. The redhead claims they like to be discreet and asks them if they want a massage or-... Jim cuts in quickly, "Just a massage." She smiles. "Just a massage to start with." They each hand over £10 - or rather Jim hands over £20 because Tosh only has a handful of loose change.

Bob gets Avril to sit down and makes them both a cuppa. He starts to clean up the broken pottery whilst Avril talks. She tells him that her son is 14 and only happy when drunk and fighting. He regularly assaults her and has done so since he was young. His behaviour is worse when he wants money. She's ashamed and tells Bob she's done her best and given him everything she could but it was never enough for him. She loves her son and although she doesn't like him anymore, she won't have harm come to him.

Bob calls Pete - who is chalking marks on the kerb.

Bob sends Pete to call in at Miskin Manor High School to speak to Avril's son, Richard. If Richard is at school he wants him to be brought to him at the flat. Avril wants to head for work at her daughter's school as a dinner lady as she knows her daughter will be worried if she's not there given her brother's behaviour. Bob asks her to at least give it a few minutes whilst they continue to tidy up and wait for Richard. Avil explains that her daughter is a good girl who avoids Richard. She hasn't been raised any differently to Richard so she doesn't get why he behaves as he does. As they talk the door slams open and Richard demands to know 'Why aren't you at work, you old slag?' Bob stands. "Hello, Richard..."

Richard sits with his head down as Avril explains that Bob saw them 'arguing' on the street and brought her home to make sure she was OK. Bob asks him why he isn't at school. Richard ignores him until Bob leans in and growls that he's talking to him. Richard claims he's off sick and Avril quickly confirms that 'he's had a bit of a cold'.

Mike calls Frank and tells him that he hasn't had a lot of luck at the first estate agent and so is going to call in the next one and will meet him in the pub as arranged in ten minutes. The Estate Agent stands in the doorway watching Mike. ".. Actually Guv, can you make that twenty minutes?" He tells her that he's going to give the starter home a miss and she laughs and says he's too tall for them anyway and invites him back inside.

She has remembered an 'off the books' couple who only had a telephone number as they had returned from Spain and were staying in hotels whilst house hunting. They gave their names as 'Mr and Mrs Rudge' and the telephone number is that of a pub. They hadn't heard of the Rudges when she rang it to give them an update on a new property. They are cash buyers, not wanting to go through the books. "Fat and fifty, dyed hair, lots of jewellery." "That's him..." "Him?" "I don't remember a lot about her except for her voice." Dashers is amused. He then asks if Julie [the agent] is leasehold, freehold or vacant possession'. Smooth... She shows him her engagement ring. "Under offer. But I'm quite happy to be gazumped." I bet she is...

Richard snaps at his mother that the tapes he wanted are sold out so she should have given him the money on Saturday when first asked. He tries to walk to his room and Bob tells him to help his mother clear up. Richard ignores him and goes to his bedroom, slamming the door and blasting his music. "You've seen him. Now you can leave us alone." She tells Bob, refusing to press charges. Bob tells her the problem won't go away and Richard is lucky there are no visible bruises on her as he would have taken him in. Avril refuses help from Social Services and insists she doesn't want Richard taken into care as the local children's home is known as "'The Rent Office' with children as young as 12 on the game." Bob tries to get Avril to call the police for help if she can't handle what happens. He doesn't want to split her family up, but he does want to help her.

"... Well it wasn't reflexology...." Tosh murmurs getting back in the car.

"Just dropped my motor round the corner. Fifty quid for a tune up! I'm in the wrong business!" Frank claims, getting in. He asks if the house is a brothel and both men instantly say yes. Frank says they can return in the afternoon and 'nick the old slag'. "I thought she was quite a nice sort of person actually, guv." Jim cuts in, thinking it's unfair that she gets arrested for providing a service whilst the men who demand the service get off scot-free. "Not if they've been with Kim Hammersley they don't..." Frank murmurs, leaving Tosh looking rather uncomfortable.

Dashers tells Frank that a 'dodgy looking couple' attended the house of their burglary victim. Their description matches the description of a dodgy couple who go way back with Frank and Mike. Bobby and Vera Swan had 'retired' to Spain years ago but their son has just been released from prison. The couple are due to view two properties that day and Mike wants to mount an operation. The burglary matches Bobby's MO but he's too old to do the required acrobatics to get in through an upstairs bathroom window. Geoff - their son - isn't though... Frank agrees to go with him to catch them.

"Hello, it's Jim and Alf again!" Jim smiles, knocking on the door of the massage parlour. Kim is the only one present as the other, Paula, has just 'popped out for a yoghurt'. Jim comes clean and shows Kim his warrant card. "I'm too trusting, that's my trouble!" Kim offers a list of her regular clients and Jim says it's not necessary. "If you're keeping a-" "Disorderly house? That's what it was called in me mum's day," she says, handing him her record book. "I'm very methodical." Jim sighs. "In the eyes of the law, it's you that's guilty." "Yeah, the laws a man, innit." Kim sighs, putting her shoes on to go with them.

Frank and Mike pull up outside the first house suspected as the next target. They watch as the couple leave and confirm their suspicions. It's Vera and Bobby Rudge Donnelly Swan. Bobby plays the innocent and tells Frank he's too late to make an offer on the house they've just viewed as they'd paid cash for it after Vera fell in love with it. Frank asks if 'Young Geoff' will have his own key or if he'll use the bathroom window?" Bobby's expression changes... he knows the game is up.

On his way to Avril's to check on her, Bob passes where Pete's target car had been left to find that has gone. Pete radios Bob to tell him that the teacher has told him that Richard has a problem with women and frequently lashes out at girls and female staff but doesn't touch the boys or male staff She recalled his father was much the same before he left the family. She had heard on the school grapevine that the mother often has a black eye or fat lip when she reports to work. Bob thanks him and tells him that the red Cortina has moved.

The car is back in place when Pete gets to the scene. Pete feels the bonnet and snaps at the owner who he spots speaking to a neighbour with some cans in his hand. The owner admits going to the off-licence for his cans but denies driving, claiming the neighbour turns the car over for him so it doesn't seize up when he's able to drive it again. Pete points out the chalk kerb marks but can't do anything about it as it's lined up again - or rather, given that the owner throws a cloth at him - he'd rubbed them off and marked the kerb himself. Thankfully for Pete, the stone has not been replaced. Pete smirks and points it out before he arrests him.

Bob knocks on Avril's front door as he hears her son shouting at her inside. He looks through the letterbox and hears Avril screaming and things being thrown. Bob breaks a window to get in and catches Richard strike his mother. He restrains him and Avril watches in tears as her son is arrested for GBH with intent, dabbing her bleeding lip.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I'm in a nice little discord for a local bjd group and it's nice but I just have to vent about how one person in it acts. We all love to share our photos and most of us have some flavor of cheap DSLR, but theirs is one of the super expensive high end ones. They take really good pics and have a good sense of composition and general photo ideas and I like seeing their pics and what a high end camera can do for dolls.

But man. I wish they weren't such a snob. The way they talk about their own photos is demoralising at best and obnoxious at worst. 'Ugh the colours in this look disgusting, it's completely unuseable' 'the lighting was unsalvageable so I only have this hideous mess.' 'Didn't save any of these because they look like shit so I just deleted them all. Every last one of those photos was something way better than me or probably anyone else in the group could do. For the life of me I can't even pick up the differences in the photos they're proud of vs the ones that are 'shitty and unuseable'. I think most people probably can't. There are also photos they're proud of and put up on their Instagram that I think look 'worse' than ones they complained and complained about and said can't see the light of day, (not that any of them are truly bad) so I can't even grasp their own criteria of good vs bad.I know being a perfectionist turns you into your own worst enemy, but it's really uncomfortable.

When they're trashing and insulting these amazing photos for not being Pulitzer Prize worthy it just makes me feel like they must think mine and everyone else's are even shittier and not worth sharing whatsoever. It almost makes me not even want to post photos where they can see so I don't have to worry about how they might feel about whatever minuscule error is in the picture barely perceivable to the naked eye but I also cant bring myself to care that much when I'm taking photos of my dolls for fun because I enjoy it.

Honestly if you're being this hard on yourself over doll photos of all things maybe you need to reevaluate what you actually want out of this hobby. It's meant to be fun. Photographing dolls is meant to be fun. If you're constantly beating yourself up over perfectly fine, regular photos then I really don't think you're having as much fun as you say you are, not to even mention how your constant negativity brings others down.

~Anonymous

[topazadine]

OC Fun Facts!

I'm joining in on the new game @mysticstarlightduck started with her post on the Scrapyard Boys!

I'll share some details about the three main characters from 9 Years Yearning: Uileac Korviridi, Orrinir Relickim, and Cerie Korviridi (Uileac's little sister).

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list, if you will! Except it's actually canon lol.

Uileac Korviridi

He's obsessed with tea. Like, unhealthily obsessed. And a tea snob. Worst man ever. His least favorite household chore is mopping the floors because they just get dirty again in five seconds so why bother 🙄 If he had to pick a profession other than soldier, he'd be a horse trainer. While Uileac loves all animals, he has a healthy fear of chickens. They're just so damn unnerving. Something about those weird little beady eyes. He'd rather deal with a bucking horse than an angry rooster. (Yes, he knows it's irrational ok) His perfect day off would be spent going on a picnic with Orrinir, Cerie, and their horses to a nice spot by the Great Gold River. Of course, he'd have to stay on alert for Cerie shoving him into the river for funsies. When he's not in his Bremish Cavalry uniform, he's not very picky about his clothes. Just a normal tunic and a cozy pair of trousers. He's a bit of a homebody at heart.

Orrinir Relickim

His bad habit is being LOUD. The man has no volume control. Orrinir's pretty vain, especially about his hair. Look, it's gorgeous and luscious and such a nice cherry red - who wouldn't be proud? His signature cologne is an amber perfume stick Uileac bought him. Secretly everyone thinks it smells kind of awful, and Orrinir agrees, but Uileac bought it for him and now Uileac thinks he likes the smell so he's trapped smelling like amber forever and ever. Or at least until he grows a damn spine. At home, you're likely to find him wearing hideous paisley or floral prints. His sister-in-law Cerie buys them for him at festivals as a joke, but he wears them anyway. Both because it doesn't make sense to waste good fabric, but also because it makes Cerie mad to see him so unbothered by it. Orrinir loves to cook, which is convenient because Uileac hates to cook (but loves to eat). His favorite thing to make is yak butter scones with fresh elderberry jam. His favorite atribute about himself is being able to slice through damn near anything because he keeps his sword surgery-sharp.

Cerie Korviridi

Cerie is, and will always be, the baby of the family. She can't escape it. This is her eternal curse. Her brother Uileac and brother-in-law Orrinir spoil, coddle, and henpeck her about everything, well after the age when they should. Her bad habit is being a bit of a whiner, though she eventually grows out of that. Cerie's perfect day would be spent at the library inhaling random books about topics that she never cared about until right that minute. Unlike her older brother, Cerie has an insatiable sweet tooth. Her favorite is cardamom milkcakes, which are spicy and kind of glutinous. She can NOT handle her liquor. Get her drunk and she's just going crazy. Then crying about a hangover the next day. Cerie is a messy little shit so it's fortunate that she lives with her brother and brother-in-law, who always pick up after her even though they complain about it incessantly 😌 she has them very well trained.

Open tag!

[rosellabascomacapinlac]

Oh dear God,

Why I was being rejected, snobbed, and underestimated? Because of an overprotected ugly faced class bully in high school spread false rumors about me since first time I met her, what very strong sexually thirsty spells are those? I never liked to let that feeble minded immature hideous matured faced hooker rape me not even for the money and candies, what a cheapstake. Before it was the violent psycho who almost broke my arm, then that rapist hooker from Highschool, then the false rumor-spreading jealous witch from high school, miserable college life, Sriram Bronzo, and now a random rapists came to me plus my grandma’s house cleaner the Mr. Imperfect go rapist mode and a gold digger mode after those other video games released some trailers. Video games trailers after they saw my face at outside, every time travel with my family.

Why I was being rejected, snobbed, and underestimated? Because of an overprotected ugly faced class bully in high school spread false rumors about me since first time I met her, what very strong sexually thirsty spells are those? I never liked to let that feeble minded immature hideous matured faced hooker rape me not even for the money and candies, what a cheapstake. Before it was the violent psycho who almost broke my arm, then that rapist hooker from Highschool, then the false rumor-spreading jealous witch from high school, miserable college life, Sriram Bronzo, and now a random rapists came to me plus my grandma’s house cleaner the Mr. Imperfect go rapist mode and gold digger mode, if I refused to pay him because it's a big waste of time, money, and hygiene, then he will gonna sued me for my money.

It's extremely not cool, Castlevania, street fighter ex, and Fighting ex Layer

[coldflasher]

not to be a snob, but i'm gonna---in i thiiiink 9x01, i believe it's mentioned that barry and iris will be moving into joe's house to raise bart and nora when joe leaves CC and while i can appreciate a little childhood nostalgia as much as the next gal, i do not understand why they would do this. it is canonically established that joe's house is tiny. you could probably fit three or four of that house into barry and iris's monstrously large and fancy apartment. it's SUCH a downgrade. imagine raising two speedster kids in a house where there isn't enough room to swing a cat. they'd be climbing the walls!! probably literally because SPEEDSTERS VERY MUCH CAN AND DO RUN UP WALLS!!

admittedly i do think the suburban location is more desirable than barry and iris's inner city apartment, but from a logistical perspective i feel that barry's comings and goings as the flash would be far less noticeable in a busy city location than out on some quiet cul-de-sac on the city limits

once again this boils down to this obsession that tv shows (or perhaps americans generally? i say this with love and curiosity because i have no idea if this is actually reflective of people's actual real-life decision-making so if this is a tv show thing i do apologize for the generalization) have with legacy and like, heirlooms and family history that i feel isn't such a sacred thing in england? i don't know if it's perhaps related to the relative youth of the country that results in this desire to kind of create a history for one's self and really prioritize that personal family history and legacy, but particularly in shows the characters always seem to borrow or inherit things, from abstract things like names (every tv show character's kid is named after a (usually deceased) loved one or relative, we already know i hate this) and career paths to physical objects like property, with engagement rings being the biggest offender. has any american tv show or book character ever had an engagement ring that wasn't passed down from a previous generation, with no consideration of individual preference or taste?

maybe i'm just a cynic and also generally a hater (i maintain that 90% of fictional women have ugly wedding dresses and also, bella swan's hideous ostritch egg-sized wedding ring comes to mind) but it bothers me personally as someone who would very much want a say in the appearance of the ring i would presumably be wearing daily for the rest of my life?

i don't know where i'm going with this but just. why would they get rid of their large and beautiful apartment to move into joe's tiny house that's a quarter of the size?? WHY!! YOU ALREADY HAVE A FAR NICER PROPERTY! and also barry you are a millionaire at least. you could just buy another house...