#in which Gavin is such a dumbass

[canonically47]

i saw a post (that must be from a WHILE back) calling connor autistic and i just haven’t been able to stop thinking about it

in addition to what they’ve said, i also want to point out some other things he does that can be considered symptoms of autism:

repetitive, self-soothing movements.

connor rubs his hands together or plays with a coin if you leave him idle, or in cutscenes. it is a form of self-regulating through repetitive and familiar actions. i think fixing his tie as often as he does can also fit into this.

additionally, there is a deleted scene in which he grabs onto his collar for comfort when amanda tries to override his control in the final mission.

inability to fit in with own kind (deviants – parallel with neurodivergent peers) but also with others (humans – parallel with neurotypical peers).

as mentioned, connor struggles to relate to and bond with hank – “i think working with an officer with personal issues is an added challenge” – despite being programmed to fit into ‘any kind of group’ (desc. from his gallery). he has difficulties understanding him and voices this to amanda.

however, he also struggles to relate to fellow deviants, or androids in general, and is very different from them. this could be partly because he is a prototype, but so is markus, and he blends in well. connor, meanwhile, had a very skewed perception of both humans and deviants (see: him picking the most dumbass outfit and pose to infiltrate jericho) and struggles to interact with them, appearing hesitant at all times (see: telling markus he understands if he decides not to trust him, sounding somewhat uncertain when proposing his plan to markus or north, his whole relationships with hank and gavin etc.)

misunderstanding or total lack of understanding of social cues, norms, or common sayings.

he displays confusion when hank says “you know where you can stick your instructions?” (“no. where?”) – which could be irony, but i read it as genuine. he has trouble interacting with people ‘normally’ and cannot emote properly, one proper example being how weird he smiles (see: awkward smiles when he talks to hank at the station the night after the interrogation, weird smile given to gavin when he does not understand his humor).

speaking of not understanding humor, not only does he find gavin unfunny, he also does not get hank’s gruesome humor (see: frowning when hank jokes “they must have really had it in for him”).

moreover, he speaks over hank (see: speaking over him in his house, thanking him for his cooperation while hank is yelling at him) without seeing it as ‘bad’ – lacking a social cue.

clear, sole focus on one single thing.

this is, of course, his mission, regardless of what it is: catching deviants (machine) or helping jericho (deviant). he always is troubled and/or upset if he fails it, and he doubts himself, is confused or disappointed when he lets androids go, and, if he explains himself, he visibly struggles in doing so: “it’s my fault, i should’ve been faster”, “i don’t know why i did it”, “there was no reason to shoot that android” etc.

sticking to routine or to familiarity.

connor does not get rid of his android uniform, nor LED, after deviating, as markus and kara do straight away. you can argue the other two do it out of need to blend in, but it is also something that frees them; connor does not take after them in this.

noticing small patterns or details other don’t

this is literally part of his programming LISTEN TO MEEEEEEE

while i don’t think all androids are neurodivergent, deviancy, in connor’s case, can be read as an allegory for neurodivergency, specifically autism.

connor always displays symptoms of deviancy regardless of your playthrough – he lies to hank in the stratford tower in ALL routes, this being a canon, non-choosable cutscene, and another solid example is fear. he expresses fear through gestures (see: flinching away from the stratford tower roof if he died from falling in the hostage chapter – fear of heights) or dialogue (see: discussing death with hank on the bridge: “nothing. there would be nothing”; being conflicted when amanda tells him he may replace him.)

machine connor is, thus, connor masking. he always has some humanity in him, but he shoves it away deep down when taking the path of a machine. he still gets frustrated (example: after his rifle stops working when he attempts to kill markus; swearing if the bomb is detonated following the deviants’ loss of the war), troubled/conflicted (example: “what’s going to happen to me?” and his little reactions when amanda presents him with rk900), and even appears sad (example: his reaction to hank’s suicide, his LED turning red, it appears as though he forces it back to blue.)

while i don’t think this is the intention of the writers, autistic connor is canon to me. he is android autistic. thank you

[bleghcourse]

Trump calling the LA protesters/rioters insurrectionists without a hint of self-awareness is... I don't even really know what to call it. It's a step beyond hypocrisy, especially when taken in the context of the most recent legally dubious and morally vacuous moves his administration has undertaken.

I'm not talking about the riot he instigated after he lost the 2020 election or the pardons he issued to said rioters as his first official act as president. Nor am I talking about illegally deporting American citizens, illegally detaining foreign tourists, attempting to strip citizenship from natural-born Americans, nor flirting with the idea to run for a third term, which violates the Fourth, Fifth, Fourteenth, and Twenty-Second Amendments, respectively. I'm not even talking about his antics with Supreme Court orders or claiming ignorance with respect to his duties to uphold the Constitution.

No, I'm talking about threatening to arrest a sitting governor because he won't play ball. I'm talking about renaming military bases and naval vessels to honor traitors who killed Americans during the Civil War to uphold the institution of owning other people. I'm talking about wanting to make burning the American Flag illegal, banning masks at protests via tweet, and suggesting that he may suspend Habeas corpus, even if his own dumbass DHS appointee doesn't know what that is.

Trump is a fascist. You can't really dance around that word anymore. That's why he activated the National Guard (even though he previously said he could not do that without permission from governors), deployed the Marines for a cool $134 million (a likely violation of the Posse Comitatus Act and the Third Amendment¹), outfitted ICE agents with face coverings like they're stormtroopers, and has planned a military parade for his birthday like some tin-pot, third world dictator who confusingly still calls himself "General" or "Commodore" (even threatening to meet protestors of his limp-dick parade with "a very big force"). He wants to use the military to bolster his ego and as a cudgel against people he doesn't agree with, like they're his own personal security team or something, because that's what fascists do.

Trump positioning himself as on the side of law and order is as ridiculous as Democrats calling themselves "The Resistance". He's an un-American, unpatriotic, petty little man with delusions of grandeur and a blindly loyal fan club that he's somehow convinced he won't sell out the minute a better deal comes along. He's not a businessman, or at the very least, he's not a very good businessman, he's not a strategist, and much to his disappointment, he's not even a despot—at least not yet.

The worst part is not only is he obvious about his autocratic aspirations, but he's also clearly losing his grip. His entire administrative team is filled with incompetent yes-men who don't know their head from their ass, his own party is complaining on Twitter about a bill they signed but didn't read to please daddy Trump, he's engaged in a very messy, very public lover's spat with Elon, and he's inventing whole phone conversations with Gavin Newsom like he caught whatever fungal spores reanimated the shriveled corpse of Joe Biden for the last four years or the brain eating worms that RFK Jr had. And after all of that, he still has fans. MAGA will still say that he's doing a good job, that critics are alarmists (or more likely "radical leftists", let's be honest), and that he's "fighting for them" and "draining the swamp".

¹The one upside is that Trump's stunt in LA may actually be the mythical Third Amendment violation🤞🏻

[deuterosapiens]

Does being in the presence of a Bennett just have the natural side effect of causing all persons within sight to immediately question their sexuality?

Going to go with a verdict of YES.

I'm going to go through this book with a highlighter and just keep an active tab on the number of times a completely heterosexual side character has suddenly found themselves possessed of extraordinarily queer thoughts. This will not be a drinking game. Your liver cannot support this as a drinking game.

Oh, someone thinks he's sooooo clever doesn't he?

I love the Gordo and Gavin bonding moment. I cannot take Gordo seriously ever when he's being broody, especially since we all know perfectly well that he is LYING. This is a man who will run naked through Hell to rescue you, just so he can call you a dumbass for needing rescuing.

Just shy of three hundred pages in. The second half is significantly shorter than the first, as tends to be the case with books.

So far, this middle section has not made me cry uncontrollably, which I would like to believe is a sign that the worst is behind us. I somewhat doubt this; I believe I'm being lured into a false sense of security; but we will power through to the end because that's what you do.

I'm going to miss these idiots, when it's over.

[9in-gavin]

For the character asks, all of them for Gavin and Nines 😁

1: sexuality headcanon

Gavin: all out gay

Nines: Pansexual

2: otp

Gavin: Connor, Nines, me

Nines: Gavin, Perkins

3: brotp

gavin: Tina

Nines: tina, chris, connor

4: notp

gavin: basically everyone but connor, nines, and sixty

Nines: same

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

gavin: he’s gay and smokes

Nines: he’s stern (not that i only agree with him being stern, just the first popular headcanons that came to mind)

6: one way in which I relate to this character

Gavin: broken-

Nines: awkward

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Gavin: he’s stupid, look at that dumbass wink, also he hides his ass

Nines: 10 seconds screen time no dilologue

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

gavin: huh? Idk problematic ig?? But i don’t know how it would be problematic if we’re both consenting adults 😭???? Where’s all the other options for this

Nines: he’s pretty cool, not entirely my fave but he’s cool

[sootyships]

Ridiculous amounts of Tolkien OCs under the cut

Fiacra of Dunland, a trader or some ish

Wulfrun (wife of Fiacra). She’s from Rohan. Her family were not fans of her marrying a Dunlending trader cuz ofc not lul. She ran away to Dunland with him but being an outsider made her miserable even though his family did their best to make her feel welcome, so Fiacra got on the lookout for a place where they could live without either of them being, well, too other.

Maela (sibling of Fiacra). Decided to leave Dunland with Fiacra and Wulfrun on the premise that they could protect Wulfrun in the new home when Fiacra is out doing his tradey job. Also wanted to see the world and also kinda live somewhere where they would be so inconsequential to the new people that maybe nobody cares if some gender exploration happens. (spoiler alert: she’s a trans girl)

Gundûrz, just a lone uruk who doesn't really know what the fuck to do with hisself now. Falls down a cliffside like a dumbass.

Ansey Pry of Bree-land, a nearsighted apothecary in the village Fiacra & co move to. They're not a man or a woman and that's just swell for a member of cunning folk. Also falls down a cliffside like a dumbass.

Ankarad, local wise woman and Ansey's teacher. She's had a higher education than the moniker alone would imply, but she rather likes it.

picrew used

Gavin, teenage son of one of the Archet families. His family is on particularly good terms with Ansey and Ankarad and he helps around when needed. He’s a horse boy 😁

The Gondor crew:

pose is the 1st pose from the second post in this thread, art by me.

Allarabâr, Umbaran who moved up to Gondor for lulz now that there is ~peace~

Drauchir, son of Ankarad, Allarabâr’s work partner who catches feelings

Rôbê, Allarabâr's best friend, kind of a tomboy

Kastarît, highly educated and a bit of a revolutionary

And then some peeps in the north (~Gundabad) who unfortunately lack visual refs atmo...

Feradach, a human who's married to an orcess, befriends Gundûrz

Kraghya, aforementioned orcess

Maûzhâk “Migmau”, half-orc daughter of the above

Brôccîn, Feradach’s brother-in-law, delivers a letter at one point, as a random detail has a red beard which does not match his hair colour

(Also Migmau is a cutie)

[sunshine-knight]

4, 19, 21, 23, 31, 34, 43, 49 for the weirder asks

[[Oh my god that's so many lmao hang on lemme get my laptop and switch to desktop]]

4. which cryptid being do you believe in?

I mean, I think any or all of them could plausibly exist. Superman is an alien living in an ice palace on the North Pole. Pretty sure Gotham is protected by a clan of vampires. Time-travel happens in this town like its just another natural phenomenon. Why wouldn't Nessie and Mothman exist?

19. imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Yes. It will be lumpy and uneven but I'd do it in a heartbeat. I used to paint Gavin's nails at sleepovers when we were kids. I miss those days.

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

...I have a wooden sword and shield that my brother painted for me when I was five. I actually painted the arms from it on the back of my leather jacket, lol -- The set is way too small for me now, but I keep them on my wall.

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

I hate it. I'm pretty sensitive to cold, and honestly I was done with chilly weather by the time we got to Christmas. The sooner spring gets here, the better.

...Though snowball fights with the neighbor kid have been a bright point.

31. what type of music keeps you grounded?

Hm. I do a lot of rock/alt/metal, but I have a pretty wide range of things I listen to, and I tend to listen to stuff based on my mood. I am that dumbass that listens to sad songs when they're sad because they're not done feeling it yet. But when I am ready to come out of it... Here Comes the Sun is usually a good one to transition into something more upbeat. I'm not the biggest Beatles fan, I'm usually kind of indifferent to them, but they did come up with some good ones.

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Aside from the classics everyone knows? Teenagers is my go-to for karaoke. Godzilla, by Blue Oyster Cult, is one I loved singing with Ed. There's a million more, I just can't come up with any others off the top of my head, lol

43. what’s your take on spicy foods?

I mean, Mom used to yell at me for drinking hot sauce straight out of the bottle when I was a kid and I once won an entire weekend of free drinks at my college bar because I could stomach more ghost-pepper wings than anyone else in the contest. You tell me.

(This was, incidentally, the last time they held the contest because I just have a stupidly high alcohol tolerance or something and I wanted to see how far I could push it.)

49. can you skip rocks?

...You know, its been long enough since I've tried that I don't really remember. The creek I'd play in as a kid was too fast and narrow, and I never really went to the lake. ... I kinda wanna try now.

[mewhenthhe]

8,18,24,25!

8: fav assistant

maya maya maya maya maya… i also really like susato and iris!! all my goats

18: least fav assistant

AUGH. um uhhh. ausuehfhf. is it cheating to say kazuma in dgs 1-1…. it’s just. it. it helps round out stuff with the overall game narratively but it’s jsut not That Fun compared to a lot of other cool guys

24: feenie or hobonix?

feenie alll the way…. hobonix actually really bothered me originally playing AA4??? idk why it was liek his design pissed me off LMAO but i’ve come round

25: which gavin?

klavier. piano shaped dumbass <3

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 40

*Warning Adult Content*

A Costly Mistake

Over a thousand cuts later, Ghost continues to push Knox's patience to the limit by withholding the information needed to find Russell.

"You know this ends as soon as you tell me what I want to hear, right?"

Knox twists the blade deeper into Ghost's left knee, pulling another excruciating cry from the man.

"I know Russell is hiding out somewhere in a cabin and I also know you know where the fuck it is. So where the hell is it?"

"Does it really matter at this point?" Ghost pants, sweat and blood covering his face.

"You wouldn't be here if it didn't fucking matter," Knox retorts.

"Sure I would. You guys have been after me for a while now, right?"

Ghost spits blood at Knox's feet.

His arms are numb and his naked body is covered in gruesome bruises, various sized cuts, dried and fresh blood.

"I'm genuinely surprised it took you this long to catch me," he laughs. "Rookie mistake on my part. Something told me I was walking into a trap and my dumbass still showed up. That's what happens when you start to believe you're invincible."

"You talk and talk and talk but it's nothing that I want to fucking hear."

Knox removes the blade and jams it into Ghost's right knee, twisting fast and aggressively.

"What's the goddamn address to the cabin? We can do this all night, all day tomorrow and the next fucking day if you truly want to be a badass. I have nothing but time."

"Apparently, so do I."

Ghost laughs again but distress is written all over his face.

"I told you once before that I'm no fucking r-rat, so either kill me or go fuck yourself."

For hours, Ghost has been dangling in the center of the kill room looking like a broken puppet.

His arms are stretched painfully upward and his wrists are bound with something akin to barbed wire.

For him, at this point, breathing is about as painful as receiving a punch to the gut.

Every move he makes, his body pleads with him to give up and talk.

"I guess we're pulling an all-nighter."

Knox is more frustrated than he cares to admit but he doesn't let it show as he walks to the other end of the room to pick out a painful new toy to further mutilate Ghost's body with.

Part of him wants to take his time with tonight's torture session but the other part of him wants to hurry the fuck up and get it over with because he'd have more fun in bed with Everett.

In the midst of his browsing, the door to the kill room swings open and Mason enters with his familiar cocky grin.

A sign that can only mean good news lies ahead.

"Did you come here to help or to tell me something?" Knox questions.

"The latter."

"What's going on?"

"I just came from speaking to Gavin. He said you can kill Ghost because we got what we need," Mason tells Knox. "His most recent calls were from an unknown number, which I assumed belonged to Russell since I didn't see his contact saved in the phone. Long story short, I was able to trace Russell's burner phone to a cabin located in the middle of fucking nowhere."

"Thank fuck. This asshole was getting on my last damn nerve."

Knox, no longer thinking too deeply about it, picks up a screwdriver and a long kitchen knife. Simple yet effective with what he plans to accomplish.

"Any last words?" he asks Ghost while turning back around. "Because I can't stand to hear your voice for another second, so I'm cutting your tongue out first."

"That cabin is packed with more security than a federal prison. Your Pres is never getting that tape back," Ghost says, his voice having gone up a pitch. "Your best bet is to call Russell and make a deal. Agree to hand over the USB and the fucker who killed Shaun and I will convince Russell to bow out of this war and give you all the footage in exchange. Trust me, he'll listen to what I have to say."

"Speaking on behalf of my Pres and dead VP, The Fallen Angels ain't making no type of fucking deal with you shit-bags. And we sure all would never hand over one of our own," Knox snaps, offended. "A truce will never happen. The only way this war ends is by one side getting wiped out by the other and as it stands right now, you're on the losing team."

"Well, I'll uh..." Mason slowly backs out of the room. "...let you two get back to it."

After the door shuts behind Mason, Knox advances on Ghost.

He can see both fear and peace glistening in the man's eyes.

A small part of him can't help but be a little impressed by the man's bravery and unwillingness to fold under pressure and pain.

"I'll see you again in Hell," Ghost mutters. "Maybe we'll be a bit more cordial down there."

"I doubt it."

Knox's grip tightens on the screwdriver but before he can act, the startling burst of gunshots from outside interrupts the moment.

"What the fuck was that...?"

"Of course..." Ghost smirks. "Did you really think my people would give up that easily?"

"I'm going to kill you nice and slow when I get back," Knox mutters through clenched teeth.

His entire world narrows in an instant as his instincts kick in to protect Everett, his brothers and his home.

He drops his weapons and rushes out of the kill room to see his brothers running out of the clubhouse and toward the front yard with their guns drawn, a few of them barely dressed but still prepared to fight.

He's tempted to follow them until a heavy thud sounds from inside the kill room.

Cursing under his breath, he re-enters the room to find Ghost sitting on the ground, his hands nearly mangled after he ripped them free from their bindings, copious amounts of blood drips down his wrists onto the concrete floor.

The next moments are a blurred dance of danger and reflexes.

A darker, more reckless type of rage overtakes Knox as he charges forward to roughly fist a hand in Ghost's hair.

At the same time, Ghost grabs the knife and drives it up into Knox's stomach.

The attack happens in seconds, too quickly for Knox to have stopped it due to his mind being stuck on Everett and the gunfire that's growing louder outside.

Pain radiates through Knox's torso and he sways but stays on his feet courtesy of pure adrenaline.

With his guard back up, he wrenches the knife free and uses it to slice Ghost's throat.

He then stumbles back into one of the walls, pressing a hand to the wound as blood seeps between his trembling fingers.

It doesn't take long for the life to drain from Ghost's eyes, his body now completely still.

[sedativeunderskins]

when gavin saw finn push chase he got up off the couch and stood next to chase. "don't fucking push him. leave him alone. he didn't do anything." it had been a while since finn felt this much anger towards his sons. "this doesn't concern you, gavin." finn pushed gavin aside and without thinking gavin pushed him back harder which triggered finn and he punched gavin in the face causing him to fall on the ground. "when i tell you to stay out of something, stay out of it!" he yelled down at gavin before turning his attention back to chase. "you were dishonorably discharged from the fucking army? do you know how embarrassing that is? can either one of you ever do one thing right for once in your fucking lives or did i raise a bunch of dumbasses?!"

chase had been discharged from the army a few days ago and finn was losing his mind. he was taking his anger out on everyone and chloe kept getting into trouble ever since she left the hospital. finn yelled at chase and pushed him out into the living room where gavin was sitting. "fuck, don't touch me." chase glared at his father. "dad was just blaming me for chloe going on a rampage with his credit card. she spent thousands of fucking dollars." chase groaned towards gavin. "i get it, dad! just fuck off!" chase screamed into finn's face.

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 2 - 38

This is a series. Start here, continued from here. 

This is a sequel to Honor Bound. 

@ashintheairlikesnow and anon requested something like this

AO3

Cw: thoughts of death, accidental triggering of someone with PTSD, flashbacks

The next morning, Gavin made sure he was awake before all the others. As he went to bed the night before, his eyes still a little raw from crying, he’d demanded of himself to wake up at the crack of dawn, before anyone else would reasonably be up. He kept the blinds open so the sun would stream into his window as it rose. All night he had nightmares of a dark figure with razor sharp teeth and burning eyes standing at his window, looking in at him. 

In the morning, he shot upright in bed. For a moment he completely forgot where he was, casting his gaze around the dark room, his sleeping clothes slightly damp with sweat. Am I at home? 

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and pushed himself out of bed. He let his gaze move once more around the room, more slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the coming sunrise. He looked out the window at the clouds just starting to turn pink in the east, at the deep indigo that stretched across the sky above them. He shook himself and changed into his clothes for the day.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he intended to do with being up so early. He knew he would struggle with the task of making breakfast for the whole family. He’d never had to cook before. He was learning, but it was a slow process. He’d helped make the mashed potatoes for dinner last night, and he hadn’t even burned anything. How you could burn mashed potatoes was a little beyond him, but he’d been surprised all the same. 

He was getting better at this, at being part of the family. He was pulling his own weight. Earning his keep. For a moment a terrible thought flashed across his mind: maybe if I prove to them I’m useful, they won’t kill me when they’ve extracted all the information they need. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, running a hand roughly over his face. I need to stop thinking like that.

Not that it wouldn’t happen; Gavin had long since realized his death was an inevitability. He’d realized it as soon as Isaac had held the knife to his throat. What he needed to stop doing was ruminating on it. The rest of the family had spent their lives with the understanding that they could be killed, or worse, at any moment. If Gavin kept thinking about it, all it would do was stress him out. All he could do is look forward. 

He stumbled gracelessly into the kitchen and reached for the container of coffee. If he could do nothing else, he could make coffee. To him it was just a matter of following steps: take out the filter, replace the filter, scoop in the coffee, put the thing back into the coffee maker, fill it up with water, hit the green button. It was simple and hard to screw up. Perfect for me, he thought bitterly.

But Gray had told him earlier last week that they really liked his coffee. That somehow it tasted better than when anyone else made it. Gavin had no idea what that meant. As far as he was aware, coffee was coffee. They didn’t have the good coffee he was used to, but he didn’t mind. The idea that someone could somehow make coffee that was better than everyone else’s, when they were using the cheap stuff and it was such a simple, step-by-step process, was weird to Gavin. But when Gray had said it, Gavin had latched onto the praise like his life depended on it. 

Maybe it does.

Stop it.

He distractedly flipped on the coffee maker and took down a mug for himself. He leaned back on the counter and waited for it to brew. 

When the coffee pot was about halfway full, a door in the hallway opened. Gavin froze. He couldn’t run and hide, someone would know someone had been here. The coffee pot was running, for Christ’s sake. Although, wasn’t there a setting where you could set up the pot the night before and it would turn on by itself in the morning? Gavin could swear he’d seen someone do that before. But had anyone actually set it up like that? No, of course not, the coffee pot had been empty. So if he ran and hid, they’d get suspicious. Wonder why he was hiding. Maybe they’d think he was working against them, sending messages to his mother. Maybe they’d think he betrayed them. Maybe his life would end this morning. 

Before Gavin could decide what to do and react, a small figure wandered out into the hall. Their curls stuck out sideways from their head and they yawned. 

Gavin slumped back against the counter and breathed a sigh of relief. Sam is probably the one that wants me dead the least. He clenched his jaw and swallowed against the wave of guilt that moved over him at the thought. They’re the purest of all of them, and I broke them first.

Sam rubbed their fists into their eyes as they walked into the kitchen. “G’morning, Gavin,” they mumbled. 

“Um.” Gavin stared at the floor. “Hi, Sam.” They’ve never been alone in a room with me before. How can they feel safe like this?

“You making coffee?” Sam raised their eyes blearily to Gavin. 

“Um.” Gavin looked at the coffee maker, then to the mug still held tight in his hand, and then back at Sam. He had no idea what to say. “Um. Yeah.”

“Cool.” Sam yawned. “Can I have some?”

Gavin yawned, too. “Yeah, of course.”

Sam smiled at him. “You make good coffee.”

Gavin blushed. “What is everyone doing today?”

Sam shrugged. “I’m not sure. I think Vera and Tori are headed back into town again today. Sounds like their plan was cut a little short yesterday.”

“Yeah, I heard that Daniel Shit-ster guy was an asshole to Vera.”

Sam laughed. “Shit-ster. I like that.” They shrugged. “Why anyone would be rude to Vera is beyond me. But she said he said some… um… really bad things to her.”

“Oh.” Gavin’s mouth twisted. “Like what?”

“Um…” Sam blushed and looked down. “I probably shouldn’t say. It’s her thing to tell.”

That bad, huh? “Okay.”

Behind him, the coffee pot started to gurgle. 

“Coffee’s done,” Gavin mumbled, and turned to the cabinet to pull down another mug for Sam. It occurred to him that Sam might have needed help getting the mug down themselves. He reached for the pot and started to pour. “How do you like your coffee?”

Sam laughed once. “Lots of room for cream, please.” 

“Lots of room, coming right up.” Gavin smiled tightly, still facing away from Sam. He poured his own cup, with only a little room. He turned back with Sam’s cup in his hand. “Here you go, Sammy.”

Sam froze.

Oh, fuck.

“Come on, Sammy, let’s try this one more time. What’s Isaac’s last name? Makes it so much easier to find him. Help me out.”

“Hey, Sammy, let’s go again. I wanna see if you can hold your breath for long enough this time.”

“I have all six of you now. I won’t cry over one dead Sammy.”

“Sam, I… I’m so sorry…”

“No.” Sam took a step back, their eyes wide and brimming with tears. 

Gavin put the mugs back on the counter and took a step towards Sam, his hands held out to them. “Sam, I…”

Sam stumbled backwards, colliding hard with the wall and slumping down. They held their hands out in front of them, as if to protect themselves from Gavin. Tears rolled down their cheeks. “P-please, no…”

“Sam, Sam I’m sorry, I won’t call you that again. I promise. I’m so sorry. I… I’m not gonna hurt you… I swear…” 

“Please, n-no,” Sam gasped. “Not again. Not now.”

Gavin pressed his hands to his mouth. “No no no, no fuck, no…” He stood in the center of the kitchen, frozen, staring down at Sam as they cringed away from him against the wall. He knew what he had to do. He knew he’d probably die for this.

For a moment, he considered just leaving Sam there. Maybe going back to his room. Maybe Sam wouldn’t remember. Maybe everyone would assume Sam had had a flashback, and Gavin hadn’t really been there. 

Gavin’s stomach roiled. I can’t do that to them. This is my fault. I pay the price for it.

Gavin lowered his voice. “Sam, don’t move, okay? Stay here. Do you hear me?”

Sam nodded where they sat crumpled against the wall. Their eyes were wide, fixed on Gavin. I wonder if they think I’ll torture them if they move.

He swallowed hard and walked out of the kitchen.

He made his way down the dark hall to another room. The closer he got, the more his hands started to shake. It felt different, walking to his death, instead of waiting for it to come to him. But he couldn’t leave Sam like that. 

They’d figure it out anyway, and know I left them, and then they’d definitely kill me.

He stopped in front of a closed door. Took a deep breath. Knocked three times. 

“Uugh.” Something rustled behind the door.

Gavin shivered and knocked again.

“Muh. What.”

Gavin’s lips trembled. “Isaac, it’s, um. It’s Gavin.”

A loud sigh from behind the door. “What d’you want?”

“It’s, um.” Gavin blew out a slow breath. “It’s Sam.”

Behind the door, Gavin could hear fast movement. A thump as Isaac got out of bed. Rapid footsteps to the door. Gavin pressed himself against the opposite wall as the door opened. Isaac’s hair was messy, his clothes rumpled, his eyes… angry.

“Oh, shit,” Gavin whispered. 

“What’s wrong with Sam?” Isaac growled. He looked down the hall towards Sam’s room. The door was open, the lights off.

Gavin glanced toward the kitchen. “Um, they… uh…”

Isaac brushed past Gavin and headed for the kitchen. “What happened?”

“I…” Why is it every time I open my fucking mouth I’m terrified he’ll murder me? “I… accidentally called them… um…” I need to tell him before we reach Sam. “I called them Sammy. It was an accident, I swear to god, I didn’t mean…”

Isaac stopped and glanced back at Gavin. “‘Sammy’?”

Gavin looked down at the floor. “It’s the name I called them when I… um…”

Darkness passed over Isaac’s face. “When you tortured them.” 

Gavin’s mouth went dry. “Um. Yeah.”

Isaac turned on his heel and walked into the kitchen. Gavin followed right behind. 

Sam cowered back against the wall, their face red and wet with tears. As Isaac approached them they whimpered and covered their head with their arms. A miserable wail filled the kitchen. 

“Hey, Sam,” Isaac said quietly, soothingly. “Sam, it’s Isaac.” 

“N-no,” Sam sobbed. 

“Sam…” Isaac crouched beside them, leaning against the wall. “Sam, you’re safe. It’s Isaac. You’re in the kitchen in the north house. Can you look at me?”

Slowly, Sam raised their head and looked at Isaac. Gavin’s chest ached with the trust he saw there, the pain. Sam looked like Isaac like he was the sun after a year of darkness. Their hands reached out, seemingly unconsciously, and grasped at Isaac’s shirt. 

“Can I touch you?” Isaac said softly. Sam nodded. Isaac pulled them into his arms. 

“What happened?” snapped a voice behind him. Gavin’s blood ran cold. Vera pushed past him into the kitchen. Tori was right behind. 

Isaac looked up, a sort of casual sadness on his face. “It’s okay. Sam just had a flashback. They’re alright.”

“What set it off?” Tori asked, and her eyes flicked to Gavin for a moment. 

He swallowed hard. “I…”

“Shit,” another voice said behind him. Gavin quailed back against the wall, as far from Sam and Isaac as he could get. Ellis wandered into the kitchen, too, the blanket from their bed wrapped tight around them, with Finn pressed to their side, barely awake. 

“Sam just had a flashback,” Isaac said to the whole kitchen. “They’re alright.” 

“Why?” Ellis rasped. 

“Um…” Gavin trembled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t mean to what?” Ellis snarled. “What the fuck did you do?” They took a step towards Gavin, their teeth bared at him.

“I called them Sa—” His eyes snapped to Sam and he cut off the word. “I called them, um, something I called them when I was, um…”

Ellis stepped forward and got right in Gavin’s face. “When you were torturing him, you piece of shit? How could you slip up like that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Finn tried to pull them back and Ellis threw off Finn’s hand on their arm. “I thought you were trying to be different, you fucking trust-fund bitch.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Gavin whimpered. “I’m sorry. It just slipped out…”

“‘Slipped out’?” Ellis growled. “That isn’t just ‘slipped out.’” They stuck a finger in Gavin’s face. “That is fucking…” Their words ran out and they snarled wordlessly at him.

Gavin felt the stirring of rage in his chest, of fear at being backed into a corner. It’s not Vera. Ellis won’t kill me. He threw a glance at Isaac, sitting on the floor with Sam, running gentle fingers through their hair and murmuring softly to them. Maybe Isaac wouldn’t kill me, but he might let Ellis do it.

Gavin turned his gaze back to Ellis. They took a step back, glaring at him, before they turned and looked back at Sam. Their posture instantly relaxed. 

“I’m sorry,” Gavin whispered. “I tried to help them, I tried to, to calm them down…”

“I think you’ve done enough,” Ellis snapped over their shoulder. “Why don’t you just go back to your room, let Sam come down from the flashback they had of you torturing them?”

“Ellis, take it easy,” Isaac said, holding a hand to them. “He didn’t mean it. Let’s just everyone… stay calm.”

“I know he didn’t fucking mean it,” Ellis snapped. “I know he’s good now, he’s perfectly fucking innocent.” Ellis eyes were streaming tears now. “I know he didn’t mean to fucking traumatize all of us.”

“Ellis,” Isaac said calmly. “Now we’re getting into your shit. You’re not talking about Sam now. Let me just… help them, and then we can talk about your stuff, okay?”

“I can talk about it,” Finn said, still a little sleepily. “Ellis, let’s go talk.” They took Ellis’s hand and gently pulled them toward the hall.

“I’m okay,” Sam said quietly from within the circle of Isaac’s arms. “I’m s-sorry. I’m doing okay now.” Isaac squeezed them and pressed a kiss to their forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” Gavin whispered. “I want to, to help… what can I do?”

“I think you’ve done enough,” Ellis said bitterly. Finn pulled a little harder and guided them from the kitchen. 

Gavin hung his head and turned, walking down the dark hallway to his room. He left his coffee in the kitchen, untouched, until it turned cold. 

Continued here

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[veilder]

Tuesday again, my fine fellows, and I bring forth yet another prompt! Please enjoy an idiot detective being obliviously in denial about everything, lol. XD

Prompt: Gavin watches him from the corner of his eye, far too intent on his nemesis for his own comfort. But he finds it hard to resist these days, some buried part of him always needing to know what Connor is up to. It must be wariness, he tells himself, or spite or malice or any of the dozens of other emotions he's so, so familiar with. Perhaps it's vague, mundane irritation, the kind of annoyance that screeches through his head like nails on a chalkboard. Perhaps it's something else entirely, something as of yet unnamed. Either way, Gavin watches Connor far too often, notices far too much.

And he can't stand it.

He can't stand what he's learned. He never wanted to know what the tincan looked like fondly caressing the leaves of his carefully-trimmed philodendron. Or the sound of his precisely articulated laughter. Or the way his long, graceful fingers loved to fiddle with the supplies he keeps on his desk. He especially didn't want to know what the android's smile looked like. He sees it again now, watching the bastard as he grins down at the actual cardboard postcard in his hands. Gavin can't quite make out where it's from but there's a picture of a palm tree on the front so it must be somewhere nicer than cold-ass Detroit. The android's brown eyes scan across the back of it in no time flat before that huge grin re-asserts itself, spanning across the flawless expanse of his cheeks in a blinding-white ray. He stands abruptly, reaching for the long coat he'd draped across the back of his chair, and begins shutting down his terminal, sorting away various case files and tidying the already-meticulous surface. Gavin doesn't want to admit he turns to watch his nemesis leave, tracking the graceful curve of his back through the cluttered bullpen.

He doesn't want to admit it, but it's true, nonetheless.

A woman awaits the android near the turnstiles, gorgeous, blonde, exuberant in her enthusiasm to see him. She barely waits for him to clear the gates before she leaps into his arms, his rival catching her easily and spins her around. Connor laughs and the tones of it resound through Gavin’s head. Connor and the woman smile at each other, their hands clasped, and Gavin can see the blue glow of their skin peeling away, the pristine white beneath peaking through. Another android... He should've known. When they move away, far beyond his line of sight, they do so in tandem, their hands still clasped, their smiles still affixed, their laughter still ringing beneath the babel. They walk away and Gavin stares, assured that they had no reason to look back.

Something cold fills his chest. Perhaps it is wariness or spite or malice. Perhaps it is something else entirely.

Gavin turns back to his desk, reminding himself that he doesn't care. Or, the one where Gavin is too emotionally stunted to realize what he's feeling at any given moment, including the fact that he has a big fat crush on the resident android detective. Or that he's more than a little heartbroken to see him with someone else. Even if Chloe is someone Connor thinks of more as a friend than anything else. But I'm sure it'll be fine. This is Gavin Reed we're talking about. I'm sure he won't make any problems for them whatsoever. >_>

Yeah, Gavin's a dumbass, omfg. Y'know, if he hadn't been so busy being a dickhead and actually talked to Connor, the all could be avoided. But ah, I do love me a good miscommunication/misunderstanding fic, y'know? But yeah, I imagine this would be another stupid comedy about Gavin causing problems on purpose cuz he can't admit he has a crush. Y'know, like a grade schooler. >_> Poor Connor will have much to contend with here, lol! Best of luck, brave android. XD

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Loving Insults (Gavin Reed X Reader)

Characters: Gavin Reed X Reader

Universe: Detroit: Become Human

Warnings: A hell of a lot of swearing, insults and mild violence

Request: Hey I would really appreciate a DBH one with Gavin x reader; reader and Gavin are constantly just insulting each other and calling each other names, and Hank just rolls his eyes and grumbles to himself about it, and Connor doesn't really understand and then is just completely shocked and confused when he sees the two making out or something at some bar or whatever and he realises that they're dating and just can't make sense of it

“Hey Dumbass.” 

“Sup Fuckface.”

You both greeted each other as he caught up to you as you were walking to your desk, just like you did every morning, and if one of you was in earlier than the other, you’d yell your name calls across the office, even if the other was on the phone. You didn’t get in trouble for it, in fact you could even throw things at each other without reprimand. The line was at actual physical fighting though, according to Fowler. That didn’t really stop you both from hitting each other when Fowler wasn’t around though. 

To the rest of the department it was a normal, common sight to see you two bickering, arguing, name calling, throwing things at each other and swearing at each other. You two had been like this essentially since you both joined the force. However, one person who still couldn’t wrap his head around it, was Connor.

“...Why did Fowler let them have their desks so close to each other? Would it not be better for them to be on other sides of the room from each other where they can’t see each other?” Connor asked Hank as you went and sat down at your own desk, Gavin throwing a pencil at you, you retaliating and firing your stapler at him, making him duck behind his chair and call you some names. 

��You really think that’ll stop them? They’ll text and email each other. They do that whenever one’s not in the office.” Hank pointed out to him. Connor frowned, seeing you checking your computer, before gathering some files, and walking right over to Gavin’s desk. 

“What the fuck do you want now?” He asked you. 

“We’re on a case together.” You informed him, slapping the back of his head with one of the files before putting it in front of him to read, plopping down on the seat next to him, waiting for him to read it. 

“...Who’s idea was it to put them in a case together?” Connor worried. 

“Good question. It’ll take forever to get solved.” Hank agreed. Gavin finished reading it, and you both gathered your kit and headed out the office. Gavin opened the door for you, and you walked through, and Gavin took the chance to flick you in the back of the head, and Connor heard you call him a cunt before the door shut. 

Neither of you had returned by the time Hank and Connor’s shift had ended, and part of Connor had wondered if you’d actually killed each other. “Should we be concerned about Officer Reed and Officer L/N?” He asked Hank as he got into the car. 

“Don’t be, they’re fine.” 

“How do you know?” Connor questioned as Hank started the car. Hank gave Connor a look, before sighing, starting the car. 

Hank took him to a bar. “Lieutenant, I don’t think-”

“Shut up, and have a look.” Hank told him, slightly shoving him to go inside, which he did without questioning again. The bar was almost full, music playing, people talking, and everyone seemed rather happy. Connor examined the scene, unsure what this had to do with you and Gavin, until he looked at the corner of the bar, where he saw you two. 

Your arms were around each other, smiling rather lovingly, and he saw you both in time to see you both share a kiss. Hank looked at Connor to watch his reaction, and when he saw Connor’s LED turn orange, he started laughing, patting the android’s back. “But… I thought they hated each other…” 

“Something you’ve got to understand, people have different ways of showing affection to each other. Their way is to be at each other’s throats- quite literally.” Hank commented, glancing at you both, seeing you now both had each other’s hands around your necks while smiling, and cooing things at each other.

“Ah… I think if it was anyone else I’d be truly surprised, but now you mention it… it is Gavin and Y/N after all, so it makes sense.” Connor accepted. Hank gave him a congratulatory pat on the back for piecing it together, and the two left the bar to head home. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[mantis-a-shrimp]

I'd like to start this off by saying I absolutely fucking love Klavier Gavin, he is one of my favorite characters and I am overjoyed every time he is on screen. However, I have many thoughts, and I cannot let them rot in my brain any longer.

Firstly, this has got to be the worst fucking picture of him ever. No shade to the artist, it was probably just an off day, but holy shit. His hands are the size of watermelons and it looks like he's about to be consumed by his own neck.

Next, let's analyze his dumbass outfit. A popped collar that's making queens of the English renaissance jealous. Not to mention he only has half of his buttons buttoned, and they're all in the fucking middle. Why. As for his accessories I have no notes that haven't been beaten into the ground by hundreds of people who said it better than I ever could, except for the fact that he's going to trip and stab himself in the throat with that sharp ass G necklace, and somebody's going to get accused of murder.

Now, his goddamn office is impossible to use, and I'm convinced it's because he can't put together an ikea table or office chair to save his fucking life. The purpose of desks are to sit AT them. You cannot do that with a solid fucking speaker and a massage chair on the other side of the room. Who let's you live like this??? That is the office of a man that cannot boil water.

Another wack ass thing about Klavier is that this bitch is very clearly doing a terrible job of hiding the fact that he's a walking disaster, and it's working. Not once does anybody clock that this man lives off of cup noodles & takeout and doesn't know what fabric softener is. Maybe they're too enchanted with the rockstar thing to be like "you are a human and you're not doing good" which is sad as fuck honestly and since I'm trying to keep this light, I will skip over my analysis of his trauma and my wish for a backstory. Maybe I'll go over that in another post, idk.

WHY the fuck is his name piano. Is his birth name piano? Did he name himself piano in/after Germany? He doesn't even fucking play the piano!

Why, when creating a rockstar schtick, was "pretend to be German" the winner????? And WHY, does he keep it up with people that are actually German?? HIS BOSS GREW UP IN GERMANY. And does he ever let the persona drop? He has to right? Like imagine this bitch chilling at home with nothing but a bag of cheetos and 90 day fiance to keep him company and he's still going "Ach nein fraulein! er hat dich nicht verdient!" (Google translated I don't know German sorry bros)

Ngl I have more, but this is a long ass post and I'm sorry to whoever had to scroll past this lol

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: book edition ✨

alright this is already making me sad

okay rufus already has my entire heart?? like i love him??

not death by piano 😭

the way i’m getting attached to these characters even though i shouldn’t

well shit she knows about him beating up her boyfriend

it should’ve been peck.

don’t know if it’ll change but i’m not really interested in mateo right now. i think i’d be content with this book just being about rufus and his last hours

rufus being robbed of getting to say goodbye to his family is my villain origin story actually

“i promise to be the mario to your luigi.” rufus is baby i swear 🥺

“no matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.”

nooo not malcolm and tagoe getting themselves arrested 😩

“he cries, these loud, stuttering sobs, not because he’ll now have a criminal record, not because he’s scared to go to the police station, not even because Rufus is dying, but because the biggest crime of all tonight was not being able to hug his best friend goodbye.”

“Death-Cast did not call Patrick ‘Peck’ Gavin.” they should’ve.

i think i know exactly how rufus dies and i am not happy about it

“okay, i’ve signed away my right to bitch if i die.” 😭😭

“His company has helped me and maybe mine will help him through any heartache too.” 🥺🥺🥺

“Twelve hours ago I received the phone call telling me I’m going to die today, and I’m more alive now than I was then.” I’M SO PROUD OF MATEO

“until I give in, crying harder than I have in weeks, and I hammer at the railing with the bottom of my fist. I keep going and going, hitting the railing because my family is dead, hitting it because my best friends are locked up, hitting it because my ex-girlfriend did us dirty, hitting it because I made a new dope friend and we don’t even have a full day together.” I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY RUFUS HAS TO DIE WHEN HE’S NEVER DONE ANYTHING BUT TRY TO LIVE A GOOD LIFE IN THE NAME OF HIS FAMILY

the only complaint i have besides them dying is that there’s too many characters

“Vin sneaks down to the generator room and pulls a homemade bomb out of his gym bag.”

THIS BOOK IS THE WORST

“Rufus is beside me, his beautiful brown eyes closed.” I HATE IT HERE

“a little over twelve hours ago, I got a phone call telling me I’m gonna die today, and I thought I made my peace with that, but I’ve never been more scared in my life of what’s gonna go down later.”

“If I weren’t such a coward, or a Decker, I would lean against Rufus, shifting my weight against him. I’d put my arms out and close my eyes, but it’s too risky, so I keep holding him, which works for me, too.” this is so cute?? 🥺🥺

MATEO JUMPED OFF THE BIKE 🥺 i’m so proud

““You don’t deserve to die, Mateo.”

“I don’t think anyone deserves to die.”

“Except serial killers, right?”

“He doesn’t answer because he probably thinks I won’t like his answer. If anything, it only further proves my point: Mateo doesn’t deserve to die.” I LOVE THEM SO??? MUCH??? their deaths are gonna hurt me so bad

i need rufus to understand that he doesn’t deserve to die either 😭

““Any other big changes today? Besides the obvious?”

“Yeah!”

“What?”

“I smile over at him as our swinging comes to a stop. “I gave up my bike.” I know what he’s really asking, but I don’t take the bait. He’s gotta make a move himself, I’m not robbing him of that moment, it’s too big.” wait what moment? i am confusion

“Coming back as a tree would be pretty chill, like I’m growing up in Althea Park again, not that I’ll say that out loud because yo, you can’t go around telling people you wanna be a tree and expect them to take you seriously.” i love one (1) dumbass kid

I GENUINELY HATE PECK SO MUCH

A MALE SEAHORSE PLEASE I LOVE THIS ENTIRE CONVERSATION

“She throws her arms around me and squeezes, almost as if she herself has pulled me out of a sinking car, or caught me after I’ve fallen out of a crashing plane. She says everything in this hug—every thank-you, every I-love-you, every apology. I squeeze her back to thank her, to make her feel my love, to apologize, and everything else that falls deep inside and skirts outside these realms. It’s the sweetest moment in our friendship since she handed me Penny as a newborn.” I’M IN LITERAL TEARS

“No one planned for a swim, so we strip down to our underwear and yo, I had no idea how damn skinny Mateo is. He avoids looking my way—which I find funny.” i just know mateo is a baby gay. i know it.

“I grab Mateo’s hand and lock my fingers in his. He turns to me with flushed cheeks.” . . . i’m not even gonna say it

“I move toward Mateo, laughing, and I hug him for this freedom he’s forced onto me. It’s like I’ve been baptized or some shit, ditching more anger and sadness and blame and frustration beneath the surface, where they can sink to who-cares-where.” YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I’M SO PROUD OF HIM

FUCK HE POSTED ON INSTA

THEY KISSED AND IT MAKES THIS SO MUCH MORE PAINFUL I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT HERE

I AM BOTH HAPPY AND DEVASTATED

i know i complained earlier about this book having too many characters but i actually love how they all connect to each other

mateo and rufus telling each other about all the things they wish they can do together is w r e c k i n g me

“this day is doing me dirty on goodbyes.” i hate it here. truly.

“Take me home, Mateo.” i am not okay.

“If we had our entire lives ahead of us I bet you’d get tired of me telling you how much I love you because I’m positive that’s the path we were heading on. But because we’re about to die, I want to say it as many times as I want—I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Did finding each other kill us?” I CANT DO THIS I TRULY CANT I WANT OFF THIS RIDE

HATE THIS I HATE IT SO MUCH

me at this very moment. i hate this book so much. i also love it so much. it’s a whole thing. i highly recommend reading it if you get a chance. and also if you need the link to a free and safe version, message me <3

[penny-nichols]

Gavinners GC Shenanigans

So, some brief context for those who haven’t read the fic (because there’s like a timeline and one thing that needs to be explained) it’s set 5 years after Dual Destinies, so about 6 ish years after Daryan’s incarceration. He has gotten out about 2 ish weeks ago (Ignore how improbable that is ok it is what it is). He works at Shipshape Aquarium and was accidentally visited by Clay (who has survived the stabbing and was in Witness protection) and Apollo. While there Clay made a joke about the non Klavier members of the Gavinners just being the ners. Context over, lets go.

Key: KG=Klavier Gavin DC=Daryan Crescend HI=Ham Ittup BH=Brandon Hammer LOW= Luke O‘Way KG: Hell World HI: What KG: five new Gavinners fics. All shipping us in various matchups. KG: Who wants to tell them it's been six years since we broke up BH: you're CHECKING????? LOW: Time after breakup doesn't matter. I've seen Beatles fics that are probably far worse. HI: Why were you looking for Beatles fics? LOW: IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL, HAMOTHY. HI: Sure. BH: Hey who changed the GC name to the Ners HI: Daryan LOW: Daryan! KG: Daryan? Daryan sighed and tapped out a message, squinting a little at the screen. DC: IT WASN'T ME!!! HI: You're the one who said the joke DC: No, I was the one who TOLD YOU the joke. Klav's boyfriend's friend was the one who SAID the joke. KG: Which one? DC: Clay Terran. KG: I hadn’t realized you met him. DC: Your boyfriend took him to Shipshape, Dumbass KG: cool. BH: Ok seriously who changed the name? LOW: does it matter? DC: Luke did it LOW: What makes you say that? DC: I Know. I'm in your walls. LOW: Can you give me a hug :( BH: LUKE MESSED WITH MY ALPHABETIZATION SYSTEM. EVERYONE ATTACK DC: ISTG I'll tell Terran all the chaos this caused. HI: How? DC: Ran into him at the space center, he gave me his number. LOW: HELLO??? Daryan Crescend out of prison for two weeks and already breaking hearts. DC: I'M NOT BREAKING HEARTS. FUCK ALL OF YOU. KG: What were you doing at the space center? DC: Just ponderin KG: Ah, of course. BH: Daryan Crescend,  known deep thinker of the group- DC: Shut the FUCK up Brandon we all remember you eating just an entire loaf of white bread plain. "Deep Thinker" my ass BH: I never said I was the deep thinker. Also that was like eight years ago how the fuck do you remember that.

[lizajane2]

Outer Banks 2x06

And all of a sudden people treat him like he's their best fucking friend. Like they didn't just believe he killed the Sherriff less than 12 hours ago.

"All that work for nothing."

"Fullproof."

Uh it actually worked just busted the wrong guy out.

Aww Topper made her breakfast in bed... I need that in my life. Breakfast in bed. Not a Topper. And a red flag went off when he offered her the phone.

Ward is really taking JJ's advice of "Deny, deny, deny," to a whole new level. He's practically drowning in the river. He should be arrested for fabricating and accessory.

"You know what they say about being in a hole? Best thing you can do is stop digging." Mic drop.

"Someone had to save your girlfriend." And right back around to being an asshole. Low blow, Topper.

I can't believe Sarah just... Girl, that ain't just your boyfriend. That's your husband, hubby, mate, partner in life and death. All that. I felt like she didn't wanna tell Topper cause she still has some unresolved feelings for him. Not saying she's not in love with him just still cares about him deeply and didn't face that. She just jumped to the next guy.

Kie's a great gal, she is but her change in emotions really give me whiplash. Damn.

"Did I raise you to back down from a fight boy? Now, I didn't think about it before. I admit that. But now... now? I'm interested."

Hey, Anna! Mike! Maybe you might wanna learn how to be supportive parents. Mr. Heyward can be your teacher.

You're gonna sit here and tell me no one noticed a man getting out of a trunk? I know they have cameras in a carwash now.

"Yeah, I can handle it. I don't really need you, so..."

Me when I first found out about Pope being a descendent of Tanny:

I honeslty should've seen it coming.

"I put him through enough already..." Yeah, which is why you should've been honest not hide the fact that you married John B.

"And Pope's giving me the silent treatment for not being in love with him," I'm sorry what? if the roles were reversed you bet your ass a teenage girl would be doing the exact same thing. I think you can be a little compassionate Kie. Dude's been in love with you for a year and you expect him to go on and pretend everything is fine and dandy?

Ward telling Rose, I won't choose between my kids... tells Sarah the same thing but chooses Rafe instead. I'm also going back to the fact that he said, "Rafe knows you're my favorite."

Everyone really underestimates JJ. He's pretty fucking smart for being a complete dumbass 90% of the time.

People who love Rafe, I get the appeal, but I always come back to the way he talked about nature. How everything is always killing in order to survive and he's not wrong but it's the smirk, his tone that tells me he finds some kind of peace in it...

"Oh, boy. Ward Cameron." You know that judge didn't even sound surprised.

"You think I wanna miss this." Ooof not one of your best moments, JB. Not cool. I think he could've at least kept that comment to himself.

Okay maybe it's just cause me I don't have a dad, never grew up with one but Ward tried to kill John B twice, murdered his dad and Peterkin, those two mercs, and Gavin. He framed John B for murder, and she expects him to feel compassion in that moment?