#jail. immidiately jail.

[jooseboxxe]

marvel studios is about to catch these hands because like what do you MEANNNNuhhh alice finally got rid of her curse and then FUCKING DIED?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT. DO. YOU. MEAN???? AAAAAHHHHHH

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[aoicest]

wish iwas physically small .. like a kid ! n culd relive being a kid how i *shuld* haf .. not how it was

[tlou-obsessed]

Siblings actually feeling like siblings is my absolute favourite thing in shows:

siblings sharing one braincell:

The same crooked smile:

And in the first 10 minutes or so you already know the dynamic between these two, Joel knows Tommy will tease him endlessly about the t-shirt being inside out, being an older sibling, when making a mistake I look at my younger siblings first because I just know they are gonna be insufferable about it. But Tommy respects the hell out of Joel, he immidiately puts out the cigarette when told so, this is responsible older brother Joel, who will bail him out of jail...

He's also the person he looks to, to make the decisions que 'What are we doin', Joel':

also the fact that they got two guys with patchy beards is dedication to me, they wanted these two to be genetically brothers:

These two walking in sync never fails to get me, they are walking the exact same way:

Also haven't seen each other in quite a while and doesn't miss the chance to tease little brother:

all I have to say is Gabriel and Pedro were dedicated to show us they were brothers and I love them for that.

[redstonedust]

something i enjoy is when one person in a friend group complains about something mildly annoying their pet is doing ("my cat keeps trying to walk onto my keyboard") and everyone else immidiately sides with the pet as if they've defending a great injustice ("that is her keyboard now. how DARE you restrict kittys internet access, youre going to jail for bad parenting-")

[bluiex]

Well, I have. An au, of sorts. I hate my brain so much, I am supposed to be learning Chemistry for my Monday test, not making up scarian au’s that I’ll most likely never get around to writing, but Oh well.

It is a star wars/general space bulshit au.

So, Scar, Mumbo, Pearl and Impulse are a group of intergalactic vigilanties called the BOATEM crew, they have a large ship that is the base of their operations called B.O.A.T. and they are just like. Space pirates basicaly.

They steal stuff, they kill people (if they are hired to do so), they Also offer other services, more peaceful ones: fixing ships, gathering parts, etc.

Their main goal is profit. My lovely space capitalists <3333

Scar is more or less a vex, Mumbo is a shapeshifter(made in lab),though his shifting is very dependant on redstone (he has to consume it in some way or another before he can change forms), Impulse is a blaze hybrid from one of the nether aligned planets and Pearl is an enderman hybrid (teleportation powers!).

Now, you May be asking, where is the Grian from the ScarIAN that this au is supposed to have. Well, he (at the start of the story) works beneath the Watchers. It’s more or less a secret Police of the Empire (choose your own emperor, my personal pick would be Gem or Ren, for no other reason than the fact that Renpire and Gempire sound absolutely hillarious)

Grian doesn’t want to work with the Watchers, but the process of hiring new members more or less consists of kidnapping children and putting them through an absolutely terrible training, which either kills them or makes them mindless puppets following the orders from higher up.

G himself was stolen at age 12, which is older than most children and he is a stuborn little bitch. He’s an avian, very strong (buff!grian propaganda), so he excells in his group of cadets, but he’s Also very headstrong and does not want to follow orders, esp since he knows the Watchers are assholes.

So he rebels in any way he can (that won’t get him killed immidiately)

He knows about BOATEM, ofc he does, he’s one of the people hunting them. But what he does not expect is hearing the full ship alarm go off and finding out that two members of BOATEM (Mumbo and Scar) were dumb enough to try and steal smth directly from the Watchers’ base.

Well, Grian gets tasked with transporting them for trial and, realizing his chance (plus some smooth talking from Scar) he takes what is more or less a get out of jail free card and flies off course with them.

Scar and Mumbo are all like ‘Oh, worm? You don’t like the watchers? Well, neither do we! Do you wanna help us steal the thing we wanted to steal?’

And Grian goes ‘sure’

Shenenigans, friendship, BOATEM membership (for Grian) and more than friendship ;) ensues.

You could Also have this as Mumscarian and/or the Boatem polycule. I just love space aus so much-

YEAAAH! I LOVE IT the fact Grian was incharge of bringing them to trial.. oh boy I bet Impulse and Pearl were SHOCKED to say the least when they arrive back with a Watcher. Commence Scar charming and flirting with Grian (and grian denying it at first)

but adding mumscarian would also be so sick as well as the boatem plycule thing

[moongothic]

Finished TOTK yesterday, I have a mouth, so I must scream

Be warned, the be spoilies, but TL:DR; Good Game

I don't even know where to start, maybe the boring stuff? The gameplay changes from BOTW?

I dunno, I feel like generally speaking TOTK improved upon BOTW's gameplay mechanics in every way, or simply changed neither for better or worse

Like. The Sage Powers are fine, they're fun. But I did prefer the original Champion Abilities from BOTW. I do understand why they changed the abilities the way they did, the BOTW ones were kind of... basic. Like they were game mechanics any game could have, and some of them (Revali's Gale ESPECIALLY) could have literally broken the game and/or made much of the other new abilities completely pointless. They NEEDED to change for TOTK. And so we get the Sage Powers, which were much more situational. But they also helped add challenge to the game because they weren't these get-out-of-jail cards you could pull out of your pocket to cheese through any situation. Like no Mipha's Prayer means either you make sure you have fairies in your pocket, or you heal yourself every chance you get, or you simply die. Mipha ain't got your back. Nor Daruk. Nor Urbosa. Nor Revali. It's just you and the Sages if/when their powers happen to be useful.

That said. I did miss Revali's Gale the entire time I was playing and would have exchanged literally every single other ability in the game for the Gale. It was just so convenient man

If there's one thing I WISH TOTK hadn't changed and/or kept the same, it would be the Memories. Like. I didn't dislike the system they had going with the memories, but they way they changed it WHILE keeping it the same made TOTK's Dragon Tears a worse experience than BOTW's Memories (for me at least)

You see. Based on all the dialogue through out the game, it's kind of obvious in hindsight that you were arguably meant to do the Geoglyph Quest AFTER finding AT LEAST the first four sages, maybe even after finding Mineru and/or saving the Deku Tree. And that would be fine, but the thing is.

Like. In BOTW the Memories you really had to go out of your way to find, they were sometimes pretty well hidden and hard to find after all, but in BOTW even if you did find the Memories out of order or before doing any other sidequests, they didn't really affect the story at all, right

In TOTK, they attached the Memories to GIGANTIC LANDMARKS YOU CAN SEE FROM MILES AWAY. You don't have to go looking for jack shit, the Geoglyphs will fucking find YOU instead

NOT TO MENTION, in BOTW there was a True Ending you could only unlock if you got all the Memories, right. Knowing that OF COURSE most players would go out of their way to just fucking RUSH to each Geoglyph as fast as they could, because OF COURSE we want to know what happened to Zelda and the Master Sword

And. Like I know My Experience is not universal.

But, being the massive Fi Simp that I am, immidiately after I finished the Wind Temple I headed for the Korok Forest and the Master Sword geoglyph, because I wanted to know where Fi My Beloved is and if she's fucking okay

So The Master Sword Geoglyph was literally the third memory I watched.

The one where Zelda states she's going to become an immortal dragon to reach the future.

The third memory I watched. That fucking one.

Like. I'm not saying getting spoiled on Zelda becoming the Light Dragon so early on RUINED my precious experience, I still enjoyed the game deeply despite that. But I do, really really wish, that I hadn't seen that memory until much later. Not just because it was frustrating to listen to every character be like "oh jeez I wonder where Zelda is" when I know exactly where the fuck she is, but also because it did affect my enjoyment of the rest of the memories. Like, there's a great story TOTK is telling, but I've already seen the most important part, the part I was the most invested in, the end of it. So the rest, the way we get there... kind of doesn't matter.

I feel like had they either NOT given the players advice on how to interact with the Geoglyphs so early in the game (meaning you probably wouldn't know how to see the memories until later unless you figured out how to brute force them yourself), OR had they just kept the Memories more hidden like in BOTW... IDK, I think either method would have worked better than the way TOTK ended up doing it

All that aside, I gotta say. It's not often that a story leaves me feeling as mortified, empty and sad as TOTK did. Nor as inspired and full of hope as TOTK did. Like. Normally I'm very numb and don't get invested in storie, I rarely get emotional over a story. I rarely get invested. And TOTK just managed to wack me over the head, it's genuinely impressive

Like I don't know what to say, that was so fucking good man

Like. Of course, the best parts of the story where when all the sages united together and I just WISH Nintendo would have allowed there to be more moments like that, I could not get enough and simply yearned for more. I don't even mean during gameplay, just give me a few more cutscenes man 😭

I don't even know what to say anymore. It was a good game. I don't know what to do with my life anymore now that I beat it lmao

[rosetta-stoned-bitch]

Everyone asking where this is happening...

Most of these pictures are from the anti-caa protests that started in the capital and spread all over the country. I was so proud of us, they tried very hard to stop the protests, but it spread like a wildfire. In Delhi, colleges were barely functioning, metro stations shut down, and there were road bandhs everywhere (remember shaheen bagh?)

However, sadly, after this the country went into lockdown and the protests had to be halted. They used the opportunity to do whatever the fuck they wanted, and now caa is all set to roll into motion.

posters from india against CAA protests

'sanghi' - a being who usually lacks any type of intelligence and calls those who doesn't agrees with him as an anti-nationalist. synonym - Namo sapien

it's so bad that even boomers were there

'tumhe kyu janna mera baap kaun hai?' - 'why do you wanna know who's my dad?'

'kashmir ko bharat banane chale the bharat ko hi kashmir bana dia' - you went to make kashmir india, instead you made india kashmir.

'main madar***d hun jo kamal ka batan dabaya' - i am a motherfucker for voting for your party

'bhakts' - modi supporters

[buckmepapi]

really need to talk about something real quick but what the fuck?

tw below for seriously fucked up fic writers writing things that no one should be reading  

i was on ao3 last night and i clicked the noncon tag bc tbh ive been reading more noncon stuff and enjoying it i think it’s because ive been victim to a non con situation myself but also ive been victim to prolonged physical and mental abuse and have c-ptsd because of it so when im reading a reader fic that features it for me it feels cathartic and i enjoy it bc its like im in control? idk if that’s how others feel but yeah 

so any fucking way, im on there searching through that genre because i didnt know you could, so then i discover you can filter it through fandoms and relationships etc, so i couldnt see a reader one at first so i filtered with original characters bc sometimes people on their mark reader as both reader and original characters but when i did that all that was coming up was original work and i was like goddamn it, i scrolled through but i cant for the life of me read original work like that bc it doesnt feature a reader, so it’s not me and so it’s not me in control like it feels fucked up reading about someone else going through it if its not me who WANTS to read it anyway i come across one that had the most disgusting title after i realised what it was about and no im not going to repeat it, i look at the tags and i think is that really what i fucking think its about like????how are you still alive after writing something so vile like you actually deserve to have your head bashed in and so does everyone who even likes it or reads it...

i click on it, because i noticed it had comments, i scrolled all the way down so i couldnt see any of the fic bc honestly no id rather not subject myself to something so heinous like i just wanted to see wtf these people are saying in the comments because this is the first time my new to fanfics reading and writing ass has ever ever heard of this i was not even aware it was a thing at least i hope its fucking not and this was just a one off person who did this, but literally all of the comments were people saying “that’s so hot” etc and other shit, and only 4 sane people obviously seeing it bc they follow the non con tag i guess? and commenting on it saying “what the fuck is wrong with you” , “you should be in jail” and other insults and im just mortified that someone would write about something like this and people enjoy it????

i didnt even read it and i feel ill because i unwillingly saw the tags and title and that alone has made me feel triggered and i just my mind can not comprehend that there is a select group of people in our community that write about this? is this a thing? i actually want to cry like legitmately its upset me 

so after that i discovered you can exclude tags, so i excluded the underage tag which i didnt even know was a fucking genre, but this person wrote an extremely underage fic like im talking smut about you know, im not even going to say the word in the same sentence like how is that allowed on ao3????? how are these people allowed to breathe? if you’re writing about that why are you thinking about innocent kids that way??? are you having thoughts like that around kids???? seek fucking help immidiately??????? like why is this allowed on the site????? those tags should be banned because i did not want to fucking see those tags at all 

idk im rambling because i cant comprehend this, is this really a thing???? why are these people allowed to live????? who writes about babies, yes babies was apparently what it was about according to the tags, but im not fucking reading it to check and judging by the 4 sane comments i saw it was actually about that 

i dont even know what to say, fuck this person who wrote it, fuck the people who read it, and fuck ao3 and its creators for allowing that on the site and those disgusting tags - tags dont work to warn people if the tags themselves are triggering fuck you you horrid cunts 

[granolabird]

The Weight of Reality

Post 2x08. Sorry guys, there isn’t really a way to fluff this one out. It’s gotta be angsty. Beth finds out about Rick being put in jail, and immidiately calls him. Needless to say, he’s not doing well. Written while listening to Giants by Imagine Dragons on loop bc that’s such a Rick-centric song. 

Warings: One single F bomb. And a lot of sad teenagers. That is all.

Tags: @hournites @bethchapelsbonnet 

If you’d like to be added to my weekly Hournite fic taglist feel free to ask :)

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Beth is sitting at her desk doing research when she gets the call. It’s ten at night, and fireworks still light the sky outside her house. She’s always hated the fourth of July. Too much noise and partying. Beth was a fan of neither of those things. This fourth of July felt different though. It felt too quiet, what with all the Eclipso business. She was almost thankful for the bright colourful bursts of light outside her window, reassuring she was still in the real world. She was still here. Eclipso couldn’t get to her as long as she had the goggles on.

Her first instinct after the whole Eclipso business had been to phone Rick. He hadn’t responded, which was nothing out of the ordinary. She chalked it up to the bad service at his farm, as that was his usual excuse. When Beth called Courtney and she didn’t respond was when Beth began to worry. Courtney spent all her free time on her phone. She always answered. She was decidedly not answering. Then Beth tried Pat, who she only really called during emergencies, to the same result. She left them all messages of varying concern, telling them about how she really needed to talk, and she had more information on Eclipso. Perhaps the Whitmore-Dugan family were out having a fourth of July celebration. That made sense. That was the option Beth went with.

So that’s how Beth got here. Googling her life away, looking at shady PDF documents on possible origins of Eclipso, and on the original JSA. She didn’t have much but it was something to keep her brain occupied. She’s skimming an article about The Flash and everything that’s known about him when her phone rings. 

It’s Pat.

She almost takes her goggles off before picking it up instinctively, but she corrects herself and leaves them on as she answers the phone. There's a moment of silence on the other side of the line before Pat speaks.

“Beth?”

“Pat! Thank goodness, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you-”

“Beth, I need to tell you something.” There’s a serious tone to his voice. It reminds Beth of the time the hospital called to tell her family that her grandfather was deathly ill. It’s a tone of voice laced with pity, and she hates it. After everything she’s dealt with tonight pity is the last thing she feels like dealing with.

“What’s wrong?”

She keeps her thoughts to herself, instead focusing on figuring out what Pat has to say. There’s more silence on the other end of the line. She can hear what sounds like Courtney crying in the background. She hears Pat take a steadying breath.

“Pat? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“It’s Rick.”

Beth’s entire body drops. She feels it. She feels herself crumple. The feeling of dread she thought she’d destroyed when she fought off Eclipso returns instantly, making her feel sick. Rick. 

Something’s happened to Rick.

“Is he…”

“He’s okay, Beth. But he’s in Jail.”

“What?”

“Eclipso got to him. Made him think Matt was Grundy. Rick attacked him, and almost killed him. The police took Rick in. Court and I are at the station now, we’re trying to get it figured out.”

“No.” She can barely hear herself speak.

“Beth I’m so sorry”

“What about the hourglass? Can’t he use that to break out of jail or something?” Beth is scrambling for an answer, a way to help Rick.

“You know he wouldn’t do that Beth, even if he could.”

“If he could?”

“He smashed the Hourglass.”

Beth doesn’t know when she started crying, hot tears flowing down her face. She finally got somewhere with her parents and now this. Now this.

“Beth? Are you okay?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry Pat I just… I need a minute to process.”

“It’s okay Beth. I can call you back later if you want. Then we can talk about what you wanted to tell us?”

Beth wants to say no, that she has to tell them about Eclipso and her immunity to him with the goggles right now but she can’t. She physically cannot. Every time she opens her mouth it feels like fire is creeping up from her lungs. She can barely breathe. 

“Yeah.” 

Is all she can force out.

She’s shaking as Pat hangs up, staring at her cracked phone screen. The photo of her and the rest of her friends smiling split by the nasty lightning-bolt shatters on the glass screen. Broken. She looks at Rick in the photo, his arm slung around her leisurely as he laughs at a joke Mike said before taking the picture. She wants nothing more than to be back with him at that moment. Things seemed so much easier then. 

“I’m sorry Rick. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there for you.” She murmurs, pressing her forehead to the top of her phone screen.

The phone, of course, provides no response.

She stares at the screen a while longer before she gets an idea, frantically searching up the number of the police station. She’s not sure it’ll work. She’s not well versed in the etiquette of phoning the police station to talk to a newly-arrested teen but it won’t hurt to try, right? 

She hesitates for a moment, her finger hovering over the phone number. She takes a deep breath before she presses it, and then hits the call button.

Ringing

Ringing

And then 

“Blue Valley Police Department, how can I help you?” A deep male voice answers the phone.

“Hi! Sorry, I don’t know if this is the right number to call, or what I’m supposed to be doing here really.” She’s speaking quickly, words blending together in her panic. She takes another deep breath and then continues.

“You have someone I know in detainment? A Rick Tyler? Or maybe he’s under Rick Harris, but that’s not really his name.” She cringes at that statement, but the officer, whoever they are, should call Rick by his real name. He deserves at least that.

“Right. So why exactly are you calling?”

“Oh! Sorry, I’d like to talk to him if that’s possible? I know he’s just gotten there but I’m.. Well I’m his closest friend. I just really need to talk to him.”

“Listen kid, we already have people here trying to figure out what to do with him-”

“Pat and Courtney. They know me, they’d want me to talk to him too. Please. I really need to talk to him. Even if it’s only for a little while. Please.”

A deep sigh on the other end of the line.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for young romance. He’s in a detention cell right now. I’ll see what I can do.”

Beth’s mind catches on to the words young romance. She wants to correct the officer and tell her there is no romance, but she doesn’t. Because that would be a lie. There was something. A spark. One that may never turn into anything if Rick gets sent off to a juvenile detention centre somewhere halfway across the country.

“Thank you so much.” Beth breathes, realizing she hadn’t said anything in response.

The officer only grunts, and then she hears the sound of the phone being placed on the table, and footsteps walking away.

It seems like hours before she hears more footsteps, hurried, almost panicked. She hears a vague 

“You have to be quick. I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

No response, only a swoosh of air as the phone is lifted up and then 

“Beth?” Rick’s voice is shaking.

Beth has never heard him so genuinely scared. He sounds terrified, and so deeply sad. He sounds broken. 

“Rick. Rick, I’m here, what happened?”

“Beth.” He repeats her name, and then she hears him sob. 

It’s a guttural noise as he gasps for air, and Beth wishes she could reach through the line to hug him. She wants to be there with him more than anything.

“Rick, it'll be okay.”

“It won’t. I’ve fucked it all up Beth. We can’t fix this one.” He sounds so defeated. 

“We can try. I’m not going to stop trying. This isn’t your fault. We’re going to get you out of this.” “This is my fault. This is entirely my fault. It was bound to happen one day, and now it did. Even Matt knew it, I was destined for the cells. That’s my future.” He’s not even listening to what she’s saying, just rambling to himself at this point.

“Rick-”

“You deserve better than me Beth. You, and the whole team. I’ve been nothing but a dead weight. You’ll be better off without me.”

“RICK.” Beth half-shouts into her phone, tears still burning molten streams down her cheeks.

She hears Rick inhale sharply on the other end of the line. He’s surprised. Good, at least that’ll get him out of his own mind.

“I’m not leaving you and that’s final. Nobody is. You may not think it, but we care about you. A lot. We’re going to get you out of this.”

Another sob on Rick’s end, and she can hear his heavy breathing as he tries, and fails, to regain his composure. 

“I’m sorry. Beth, oh my god I'm so sorry.” She wishes Rick didn’t sound so terrified. 

She wishes there was some way she could reverse time and be there to help him. To make everything better. 

“It’s not your fault. It’s not. Eclipso made you do it. Please, please don’t blame yourself. Please don’t.” She’s pleading, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“I… Beth I…” He’s at a loss for words. 

She hears the deep voice of the Officer in the background. Shuffling. “I’ve gotta go Beth.” His voice is strained. “Ok. I’ll see you as soon as I can.” Beth offers, hoping it’ll provide him some reassurance.

“Right.”

A deep breath on his end, and then more shuffling and voices. “Beth I.. I lo… I…” He’s really trying to say something, his words choked as he struggles to spit them out. 

Before he can finish his sentence there’s more footsteps and the phone clatters down. A few more seconds of shouts and shuffling before the line cuts out, and Beth is left alone again.

She’s almost certain she knows what he was going to say in that last sentence but she can’t bring herself to think too much about it. It’ll be something to talk about once they get Rick out. They have to get him out. With a sigh Beth returns to staring at her shattered phone screen, still crying. She stares at Rick’s smiling face, and tries to smile back at him. She just wants to be with him. She just wants it all to be okay. She’ll just have to keep telling herself it’ll all be okay. Then, maybe one day it will be. 

It has to be.

[zesstra-dnd]

As much as I liked the premise of the wayfarer of jfc did it feel like somebody just wanted nothing but suffering.

Everybody despises you for not having magic/magic doesn't work on you.

The game will force npcs to see this, ie having a child try to Rob your already dressed in rags character then proceed to try use a fire spell on you when you catch him. He then tries to shout. But options are basically let him take you to a trap a local gang made for him to lure people into( you can fight them at this point) or give him a knife and tell him and his friends to revolt???.

Failing a roll no matter what is punished heavily.

All your Charecters belongings also get destroyed by someone you work for (you don't get to avoid this the game is just like it was done as a Warning if you don't do the job for him) also your character basically had none anyway save for healing shit which were destroyed.

Oh, if you dare to talk to Somebody else offering you a job on thier ship, Immidiately after you leave thier ship you get jumped and if you fail the rolls you and your friend are dragged off to the. Scummy Lords Estate( the one who Destroyed your supplies as a Warning)

oh and then you are locked Into an under water jail with a monster of you survive you get even more threats (bare in mind this dumb cunt destroyed basically anything you could use to do his stupid fucking job)

Honestly this was a game I was looking forward to but it felt like I was being punished for absolutely everything and just ended up miserable no matter what I did.

Hell the other captain despite at first sounding nicer still calls you meaning you and (the people you grew up with who can't do magic/it won't work ons faction? ) greedy/selfish. Despite knowing how much you are despised for not being able to do magic/be unaffected by it

Sorry for the rambling but yeah, good Premise but I don't like a game. Punishing me every single second shit even succsess made me Feel like a failed half the. Time because of how miserable everything was

[arazialotis]

Part of the Family

No Pairing 

Word Count: Around 950

This is for ALLEIRADAYNE’S 2020 SUPERNATURAL SUMMER SHUT-IN CHALLENGE! Congrats love on surpassing 1000k and hopefully that number continues to grow! (Also, thanks for the reminder, oops!) If you are not already, go follow @alleiradayne​ for some killer content! 

Summary: After the end of the hunt, the reader gets emotional about parting ways leading the Winchesters to a suggestion, that is perhaps the most comforting thought I could muster... joining the fam. 

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Your back was beat up and bruised. Not from the hunt. No, you had a nice new pair of stitches on your forearm thanks to that; your back ached from sleeping on the motel’s couch four nights in a row. You arched the curve of your spine and stretched to the ceiling hoping things would fall into place. Defeated, you huffed at the attempt. 

Sam and Dean had been lazily getting around, packing up as they went. Your duffel had been ready twenty minutes ago, but you couldn’t bear to say goodbye. As Dean finished packing his toiletries in the restroom, Sam sat at the end of his bed, eyeing you with curiosity. 

“So.” He started. “What’s next for you Y/N?”

You chuckled before gazing down to your hands, anxiously fiddling with the keys. Typically you would be out of here already, another case lined up, but this was different. Your heart tugged at the strings of loneliness. Licking your lips, you lifted your eyes back to his, putting on a fake smile. “Ah, you know the life. I’ll find something down the road.”

Dean walked in the room, zipping up the cosmetic bag. “Better not find you on the same case as us.” He teased.

“Hey!” You playfully defended. “I got here first.” 

“And who did you call to bail you out of jail?” Dean reminded you. 

You pursed your lips together in a pout. 

“Again?” He chuckled, popping an eyebrow before throwing his duffle over his shoulder. “Don’t make a habit of it.” You threw your hands out. “If I didn’t, how’d I ever get the pleasure of your company?” Dean smiled and after an awkward space of silence, hit Sam on the shoulder. “Ready?” 

“Yeah.” He joined Dean heading out the door, pausing to turn as you stayed seated, lost in thought. “You staying an extra night?” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah… I don’t… no. Maybe?” 

Sam pulled at Dean’s jacket to stop him. “You alright Y/N?” 

You jerked yourself out of the fog and stood to join them. “Peachy.” But as you inched towards the door, their figures blocked the entrance making it clear they weren’t allowing you to leave until you convinced them otherwise. 

“Oh, come on guys.” You threw your duffle at their feet. “Let’s act like the stone hard adults we pretend to be, skip the melodramatic bull crap your pushing, and get on with our pathetic lives.”

Dean was satisfied and ready to continue on until he realized Sam wasn’t letting this go. 

Sam dropped his bag. “Well now I know something is wrong. Care to elaborate?” 

You scoffed, frustrated at his intrusion. Your feet started pacing the room feeling like a cornered cat with no room for escape. Defeated your gave up and sat at the end of the bed, resting your head in your hands. As hard as you tried to contain it, a single tear welled up in the corner of your eye. “Fuck. I promised never to do this in front of you.” You wiped away the tear but more came so you buried your face further.

Dean leaned into Sam’s ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Time of the month?”

Sam elbowed him in the side earning a small grunt. 

The bed dipped next to you, followed by the other side. You leaned your head instinctively onto Sam’s shoulder. He cautiously patted your knee until his hand settled there. Dean gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

A few moments passed before you calmed down. You owed them an explanation but didn’t know where to start. 

“I…” Your breath hitched. “I’m sorry. I…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Dean stated catching you off guard, expecting something like that from Sam, not him. 

You looked at him. His green eyes shining and his soft smile giving you courage to continue. “I don’t even really understand where this came from.” You sighed. “I guess work has piled up lately and taken a lot of me… But this week, having the two of you, it made me forget the hard parts.” You chuckled remembering the antics and bickering. “You made it fun. And, well, I’m scared to go back to being alone… to feeling alone.” 

“You’re not alone.” Sam opposed.

“You’re never alone.” Dean agreed. “You’ve got us.”

You jolted up. “You say that, but it’s not true. You two are always together so you don’t know. You’re able to be distracted, to let things go, to not stay so focused on the brutality, on the failures. You’re able to bounce things over, talk things out, to forget. I don’t have that luxury. And god, if I called on you every time I felt this way, I might as well just live with you cause you’d never hear the end of it.” 

Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently agreeing on a pact. Dean stood first. “So then why don’t you?” Sam joined him. 

You glanced between them. “What?” “Join us.” Sam proposed, as if it were just as simple as that. 

“I…” You were at a loss for words. You had dreamed of a moment such as this. They were practically brothers to you. The only family you had. 

As if Dean could read your mind; “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.” He reassured. 

You almost protested but couldn’t.  Spreading your arms as wide as you wrapped them both up into a hug. The three of you stood there for a moment, comforted by the tightness of their embrace. 

Dean’s cough broke the circle. “K, enough of the chick flick stuff. Lets get home.”

Grabbing the bags off the floor, the three of you headed off. Well almost, until your stomach grumbled a complaint.  “Breakfast first?” You suggested. 

Dean whooped immidiately in response. “Hell yes!” 

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[raggedy-dxctor]

OK, so what if,,,, MC visits Nicky in jail for the first time and like, Nicky talks about how it is there, say a few cute things. And yeah, something like that... Love your writing btw 💖💖💖

I've missed you so much, love | Nicky Valentino

You were really nervous, it had been three months since you had seen Nicky Valentino, the police wouldn't let him see anyone until he confessed to his crimes. Eventually, not seeing  you caused him to admit defeat and he told them everything.

You turn the corner to see Nicky, sat on the desk, staring at the ceiling. "Hey, Nick" You grinned, you had missed him so much and your life felt empty without him in it.

His head snaps towards the direction of your voice and happy tears start forming in his eyes "Toots! Oh god i've missed you!" He smiles lovingly in your direction and you sit down opposite him. "I've missed you too, Nick"

The conversation flowed easily, you filled him in on what he'd missed, his friends and family, and he told you everything about his first proper prison experience. "It's awful in here," He lets out a defeated sigh. "The food is awful and so is the company" He continues, the last part more intended as a joke. You laughed and just held his hand from across the table.

"I can't wait for you to get out of here, i've been thinking we should get a dog" You suggest knowing he'd love the idea. He nods eagerly, immidiately trying to think of a time. You just zoned out and stared at his features as he rambled on about the dog idea. His brown hair was messy and unkept, showing exactly how stressed he was and his eyes were exhausted, almost ready to close.

"Toots" You calmly muttered. Nicky just looked at you confused, he thought you were listening to his rambling, this caused him to pout when he realised that you had zoned out. "The dog we get, we should call him toots" You explain, a grin invading your features. Nicky laughed and agreed, his hair bouncing as he vigorously nodded his head.

Your time with him was over, but you promised to come back and visit him next week. And that was a promise that you intended to keep.

A/n: sorry if this isn't what you imagined and thank you so much, it means a lot!!

26.02.20

[tallat-of-thralls]

(True) Story Time

Im going to be laughing at this for the next couple of weeks.

So, intertwined clannish extended family mixed in with small town dynamic mania has resulted in some unusually insane yet hilarious incidents.

By all accounts, this one is a culmination of several crazy thought trains derailing and colliding at one point, the details complicated and out there, so ill try my best to not include unnecessary backstory.

Long story short, some how my cousin and i managed to marry into then assimilate this friend group of about a dozen small town country rednecks into our crazy upstate irish catholic family thats actually german... 'MURICA.

Anyways, it resulted in her sisters, my immidiate cousins, to be proclaimed by one of the town's family's reclusive bastards that they were possessed by demons.

"Dude..." I said, "Did you just say that my cousins are possessed by demons?"

To which the third party, a friend whom no one had heard from for a couple of months because he was in jail and even before that he was in the army for like 4 years and this was my second time meeting him despite having known my husband for fifteen years, stopped and was like, "oh fuck, theyre your cousins???"

I laugh and laugh, an insane witch cackle that was unnerving to even my ears because i never thought this was going to come up. Or result in that conclusion.

I just let it slide. There is no arguing that the 'rational' conclusion of my familys behaviour is that they must be possessed by demons when the truth is the only thing their possessed by is the spirit of themselves.

Ergo, they are just like that.

But i cant explain the dichotomy of my family going back to the Old World to the point of my great grandmother owning a nazi officer skin lamp because of gambling debts from the 1930s before escaping WW2 through Ellis island after changing her name. I digress.

So like, sure.

Theyre possessed by demons and im going to tell the whole family clan thats what you guys talk amongst yourselves.

Theyll laugh too.

Because, We're all like that.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Three Sunnies AU part 7

-The vile village-

As previously mentioned in TEE, the Baudelaires get kidnapped by Olaf and Esme

Here is the thing, though

The Baudelaires almost immidiately get out of the car (by accident!)

They are captured inside a suitcase with some breathing holes, and since Olaf is terrible at driving they move around a lot

And one time there is a large bump on the road and the suitcase flies out

Before the girls understand what has happened, someone picks the suitcase up and after a few minutes, it gets opened

Sunny, Suzy and Sally are now in a town hall full of people, on a stage

”They look like those Baudelaire babies! We should keep them!” says some man

The Baudelaires try to explain to them that their friends are kidnapped, hoping that someone can understand them

No one does, and the council of elders decide to keep them, and also decides that the babies shall live with Hector

Hector can’t fully understand them, but he knows something has happened

It doesn’t even go one day without Olaf and Esme showing up, fully dressed in police and detective outfits

And after some time, there comes a couplet from the crows

Hector reads it out loud since the Baudelaires can’t read and Suzy screams ”Isadora!”

And so they start to look for them in the town

Then some ”Count Olaf” has been captured, and the girls goes to the town hall to see Jacques Snicket

He whispers to the children that he is Jacques Snicket and that he needs their help to escape the jail

The girls are skeptical, but realise that Jacques speaks to them like they were adults, and so he must be trustworthy

So that night, they sneak up to the jail and bite a freaking hole in the wall

But Jacques is not there, so they assume he as already escaped

But the next morning, they realise he is dead, and Olaf blames them for it

So they get put in jail, but Hector visits them quickly all like ”don’t worry! If you escape by four, we can all live in my air mobile home forever <3 Also here is another couplet”

He reads the couplet for them and then wishes them good luck

But the girls barely stay in the cell, because they have already bitten a hole in

So they bite the hole larger from the inside to crawl out

Then after they are out, they think hard about the poem and slowly realise it might refer to the fountain

So, all three of them climb the fountain and open it

Isadora and Duncan are so happy to see them <3

But Olaf and Esme spots them, and tells everyone in the village that the Baudelaires have escaped

Isadora and Duncan does the most kindest thing and lets Sunny and Sally ride on their backs, while they take turns on who carries Suzy, all while running for their lives

Hector flies with his air mobile home and Duncan and Isadora climb carefully up with the triplets clinging onto them for dear life

Esme shots down some balloons, making the Quagmires almost slip and the Baudelaires falling off

But Sally screams at the Quagmires to keep climbing, and they do

But the Baudelaires have to climb down because of Esmes shooting

But Esme shoots down a crow, and so the townsfolk starts to chase her and Olaf

This is the time where Sunny, Suzy and Sally wave goodbye to their friends

And then, Suzy starts to slowly take her first steps

The three young Baudelaires waddle and crawl away

[ctkiwi-blog]

Ah, no problem, Junko-chan! Take all the time ya want♥

tHROWS A CUT TO KEEP BLOG TIDY-

oWo

Hajime:

~|He’ll cuddle you all the time!

~|When he came to your house and you were crying- he immidiately comes to hug you and comfort you.

~|When he finds out about the bullies

~|He personally came to your school once and wisked you away.

~|Got to spend the day at Hopes Peak while the bullies rethought there life decisions!

~|“Wow! This place is huge!”

~|The whole class loves you- but you could’ve sworn Hiyoko didn’t have a black eye a few minutes ago.

Nagito:~|He makes bagels for breakfast and will deliver them to your house.

~|He also walks you to school!~|None of the usual people made remarks about you today…

~|I wonder why?

~|You casually wandered into school, a new girl walked up to you. You became friends pretty quickly!

~|After school you invited her to chill in the park with you and Nagito.

~|You saw Nagito standing on a bench while he destroyed those nonces with words.

~|When they walked away from you casually strolled up to him.

~|“Do you know this guy S/O-” He ran up and hugged you. “It’s better to ignore that side of him…” You said nervously.

Fuyuhiko:

~|Fuyu enjoys taking you in car rides to see pretty places around Tokyo

~|Lots of fried dough cookies.

~|Not much of an affection giver but when he does give any it’s really adorable

~|Showed up to your school with half his gang when he found out about the bullies.

~|He sincerely apologizes he couldn’t bring everyone.

~|Everyone is staring at you as you try to get him not to yeet the whole school.

~|You win of course.

~|He still brings it up, the day you saved him from jail!

 Kazuichi:

~|He made you the coolest bike once and you ride on it all the time!

~|He always gives you loads of hugs and kisses when you’re feeling down.

~|Had the most normal approach to the bullying problem

~|He went to the principal who was very surprised to see a Hopes Peak student charge into his office one afternoon.

~|The next day the bullies were expelled.

~|He likes to take you to museums for some odd reason.

~|He will help you in any way possible.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry for the late submit- ended up staying the night in some house cause my parents couldn’t drive (no beer k thx-)~Mod Junko