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hypermania · 1 year ago

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I stopped watching the walking dead at the end of season 8 and only know what happens after that from seeing other people post about it when it was airing and there was so much negativity so it’s really interesting to see you watching it now and seeming to have mostly positive thoughts. Do you think watching it after the fact helped or am I totally misreading your feelings?

this is a very funny ask to receive because i feel like all i've done is complain about how bad the show became starting around 7x01 but apparently all of my complaining has been confined to other spaces haha. i do, however, think that not having to wait and watch week-to-week helped me get through it and enjoy it more than i would've if i'd still been watching it live, but even the ability to binge it can't fix what i think are the show's three fatal flaws:

1. negan—i know this is an unpopular opinion but negan is one of the worst things to happen to the show. he takes up so much space and energy and yet the show never fully commits to actually doing anything with him. in s7 they literally bashed us over the head with his villainy and it was boring. his monologues were supposed to be menacing; they were supposed to make us scared to find out what he was capable of, but all they really turned out to be were long and corny and so fucking frequent that you couldn't help but tune out. i didn't need to hear him monologue about being an asshole to know he was cruel. i got that perfectly fine from his actions and the actions of the people who worked for him.

and he was cruel, in a way no other villain on the show was, but the show so desperately wanted to keep jdm around that they shot themselves in the foot by trying to pull back on the cruelty. yeah sure negan will bash several people's brains out with a baseball bat just for fun in front of a child but he would never lay a finger on that child. no, no, he didn't threaten the kid. he was just bonding with him.

yeah sure negan will force women's hands so that they feel there's no other option than to marry him and therefore sleep with him but he'll kill a blatant rapist. don't you get it? he's evil and you should fear him (but forget all that because he's totally redeemable).

yeah sure he'll help burn hilltop to the ground but don't you see he's actually on your side. like?? it's not nuance or moral complexity or shades of gray. it's just bad writing so that jdm can stick around, despite there being zero reason for negan to still be around. negan is responsible for so much damage and loss of life (and loss of potential in the form of community building) that it is unconscionable to me that he can ever show his face among any of the survivors. he wasn't a compelling villain and he's somehow an even less compelling reluctant ally. let maggie kill him already. at least there'd be a little catharsis in that.

2. rapid world expansion—this is difficult because long-running shows need world expansion to keep from becoming stale and repetitive but you have to strike a balance between expanding the sandbox and straight up changing the sandbox. i think the show did a really good job of opening up the world in the first six seasons. everything up to and including alexandria felt real and grounded in the world that they had established. in atlanta (and the outskirts of) they were such a small group and operating within such a limited amount of space that it made sense whenever they came across new places and/or new people (the farm, the prison, woodbury, grady memorial, terminus, etc). and then making the pilgrimage up to dc and finding alexandria all made sense as well. they spent time establishing what alexandria was and how it came to be.

but that explanation relied heavily on the idea that alexandria was isolated (i mean, aaron had to go out and travel just to recruit people ffs). so when you then add in the kingdom, hilltop, the saviors, the scavengers, oceanside, etc. you're saying, "actually there is a giant interwoven network of communities all around that somehow just magically never crossed paths with alexandria, not even when they were dealing with the gigantic horde that should've threatened all of them." and it makes no sense. and then add to that the commonwealth, the whisperers, and whatever the fuck the crm is. it's just too much. and none of those places they added in are ever really established in any meaningful way, with any real connection to our protagonists.

the commonwealth is the worst example of this. it's a a community of fifty-thousand people, most of whom seem to be completely out of touch with the reality of the apocalypse, and it's never really explained how. how do they keep walkers out? how do they have plumbing? how do they have electricity? how is noise not an issue? where is the food coming from? the weapons and ammunition? what were they doing with the train cars at the beginning because it seems like actually they accept everyone? why were they so suspicious? none of it's ever explained past a few comments and vague allusions here and there. they just plucked us out of the zombie apocalypse and plopped us into a dystopian society and said, "have fun at your new playground!" and i'm sorry but i'm not having fun. this is not the playground i signed up for.

3. rapid cast expansion—this one goes hand in hand with the world expansion. the show needs to add in new characters to replace departing characters and to introduce new and fresh dynamics but it's important that those characters matter in relation to their connection to the found family the show's been establishing for 5+ seasons. in my opinion, the last time the show successfully added new characters to the group was when they introduced abraham, rosita, and eugene (*there's a notable exception of 1.5 characters to this but i'll get to that in a second).

it's not that i don't like any of the characters they add after that, it's that none of them feel like family. none of them ever feel fully integrated into the group or fully realized as character in their own right. they're just... there. i like ezekiel and enid and jerry and princess and connie etc but they just don't matter. they're just people who also exist. the thread that ties them to the group i care about is a shared living space and desire to survive, not anything they've actually been through together. and that's kind of stupid because they've been through a lot together (fighting the saviors, building their communities, the whisperers, the stuff at the commonwealth, etc). it just doesn't feel like it because they're all so spread out geographically (due to the rapid world expansion) and because their connections aren't really to the family, but to the communities at large. and that doesn't work on a character-driven show.

*the exceptions to this are, in my opinion, dwight and maybe jesus. dwight is the only later seasons character that the show puts any effort into actually making me root for. some of that's because he starts out as an antagonist and therefore has to redeem himself but a lot of it is because he does actually redeem himself. i understand why he did everything horrible he did in the first place and i sympathize with it, but then i also watched him put his own life on the line over and over and over again simply because it was the right thing to do. dwight was held more accountable for his actions than any other single character in the history of the entire freaking show and despite proving himself, they still send him away just so they don't have to look at his face. and i know it was because he was going over to FTWD but damn does that suck because he's one of the only later seasons characters that actually feels fully developed.

i have some thoughts about jesus as a character and why he feels more fully integrated and realized than, say, gabriel or aaron but they're still very jumbled so i'm not going to get into it right now.

anyway, the point is that there are all these characters that the show is telling me matter and are important to my characters but they don't ever give me a reason to believe that beyond the fact that they just all happen to be on the same side.

so. yeah. i don't like the show anywhere near as much as it probably seems like i do and those three issues are the main reasons why. i have smaller gripes too (eugene never being held accountable for anything ever, rosita dying, michonne leaving her children, etc) but they're not structural issues, you know?

and despite having said all of this, i immediately started rewatching as soon as i got to the end because i do really love the found family of it all.

#replies #anonymous #twd #anti twd for ts

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postsofbabel · 10 months ago

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leopauldelr · 11 months ago

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My Top 10 ICE-powered JDM Executive Midsize FF Sedans

The third-generation Mazda 6 will go down in history as the last JDM D-Segment front-wheel-drive saloon to be powered by internal combustion and with production ending this April, this race is now sadly extinct due to the never-ending rise of crossovers and SUVs.

As this species is set to be extinct in the springtime, it's time for me to jot down my top 10 JDM executive midsize front-wheel-drive sedans powered by internal combustion.

10) Sixth-generation Toyota Camry - At the end of 1996, the Camry Gracia was launched in sedan and estate variants. The Gracia is the luxury alternative to the Camry and it served as the replacement for both the Camry Prominent and the US-built Scepter. With the fifth-generation Camry's production ending in the summer of 1998, the Camry Gracia took its place and it was known as the sixth-generation Camry when it was facelifted in 1999. This is the last Camry to have a V6 engine offered in the Japanese market. A year later, Daihatsu sold the Toyota Camry as the Altis.

9) Suzuki Kizashi - Originally meant to be a US-exclusive model, the Suzuki Kizashi went on sale in Japan in the fall of 2009. With styling inspired by the three concepts, the Kizashi is powered by a 2.4L petrol engine producing 188PS while mated to a CVT with Manual Mode. The Kizashi is the last Suzuki sedan offered in Japan and production ended in 2015.

8) Seventh-generation Honda Accord - Launched in 2002, the seventh-generation Honda Accord features a sleeker design compared to its predecessor as well as improved dynamics. It was the first to feature Honda's Internavi Premium Club service, providing drivers the fastest route to their target destination. Powering the seventh-generation Accord is a choice of a 2.0L and 2.4L mated to a 5-speed AT. The Euro-R variant is powered by a 220PS 2.0L engine mated only with a 6-speed MT. This generation marked the last time to feature the Euro-R grade. The seventh-generation Accord was exported in Europe, in the US as the Acura TSX, and in Oceania as the Honda Accord Euro.

7) Nissan Cefiro A32 - Launched in 1994, the Nissan Cefiro A32 eschews its predecessor's FR layout in favor of a stable FF layout with comfortable driving in mind. Powering the Cefiro A32 is a choice of three VQ V6 petrol engines from 2.0L, 2.5L, to 3.5L. All are mated to either a 5-speed MT or a 4-speed AT.

6) Eighth-generation Mitsubishi Galant - Launched in late summer 1996, the eighth and final generation Mitsubishi Galant is no doubt one of the best-looking executive midsize saloons at that time with the sporty 4WD VR-4 variant the most aggressive-looking. It even spawned an Aspire twin two years later. The eighth-generation Galant is the first production car to be powered by a Gasoline Direct Injection engine for improved performance and fuel economy. It won the 1996 Japan Car of the Year award.

5) Sixth-generation Honda Accord - Launched in September 1997, the sixth-generation Honda Accord incorporates the Honda DNA through this D-segment executive midsize saloon, hence the car's slogan. Joining alongside the sixth-generation Accord is its Torneo twin and both of them are powered by a choice of 1.8L and 2.0L VTEC engines. In 2000, both the sixth-generation Accord and the Torneo received a minor change and gained the sporty Euro R variant powered by a 2.2L VTEC engine mated exclusively with a 5-speed MT.

4) Honda Inspire CP3 - Debuted at the 2007 Tokyo Motor Show, the CP3 Honda Inspire is powered by a J35A 3.5L i-VTEC PGM+FI V6 engine that produces a power output of 280PS and 342NM of torque. This engine comes with Variable Cylinder Management that shuts half of its cylinders. Coupled with the 5-speed AT, it has a fuel economy of 9.9km/L based on Japan’s 10-15 Mode standards. 9.6km/L based on JC08 Mode standards. Production ended in 2012, making it the last pure V6-powered Honda saloon ever made.

3) MAZDA6 (GJ) - Launched in 2012, the third-generation Mazda6, formerly known as the Atenza, is the first Mazda saloon to be powered by the SKYACTIV-D clean diesel engine mated to a six-speed SKYACTIV-MT, a first for a JDM Mazda in the SKYACTIV era. In addition, the Mazda6 is powered by a 2.0L SKYACTIV-G engine and the SKYACTIV-G 2.5T engine with Dynamic Pressure Turbo System. The Mazda6 was facelifted twice with the recent one in 2019 when Mazda decided to drop the Atenza naming in favor of the Mazda6 naming.

2) Nissan Teana J32 - Launched in 2008, the second-generation Nissan Teana is powered by a choice of a 2.5L and a 3.5L V6 engine mated to an XTRONIC CVT. Carrying over from the first-generation model, the Teana J32 comes with a signature front ottoman seat on the passenger side.

1) Nissan Teana J31 - Launched in 2003 as the replacement for the Cefiro, the Teana is Nissan's luxury premium midsize sedan that slots between the Skyline and the Cedric/Gloria sedans. While the styling is rather contemporary for a luxury sedan, the Teana's turning point is its luxurious interior which is about as cozy as the sofas and chairs you bought from the IKEA store. The Teana J31 is sold in South Korea as the Renault Samsung SM5 and SM7, and in other countries as the Renault Safrane.

It's a sad day in the world of motoring as there will be no more internal combustion-powered front-wheel-drive JDM executive midsize saloons on sale in the Land of the Rising Sun. If you want an executive midsize FF JDM saloon, you'll be going to make do with the hybrid ones. Actually, there are only two; the Lexus ES and the upcoming Honda Accord e:HEV.

Domo arigato, ICE JDM FF executive midsize sedans. They have served their purposes and now they're officially extinct because of SUVs. Although they're gone, they'll be never forgotten.

#cars #jdm #sedan

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pattysfics · 7 years ago

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Just a Little Piece of Paradise

Characters: Denny Duquette, Kristen Duquette, and Kyle Duquette Warnings: I don’t know. Maybe some sadness A/N: What’s up homies!! Long time no talk. Once again thanks for letting my trash invade your dash. Feedback is always encouraged!!

She watched as the sun sat on the edge of the Earth before making its descent over the edge for the night. The air was warm as it wrapped around her like a blanket getting ready to tuck her in for the night. It felt right. She felt whole, something she hasn’t felt in a long time. Taking a deep breath, the salty smell of the ocean wafted through her nostrils. She and Denny used to do this all the time till he got sick.

Those long hospital stays were taxing, but she stayed with him through it all. He was her rock. Her anchor then he was gone. A blood clot from his heart surgery has traveled to his brain and he died. Right there in that hospital bed in Seattle. He died alone. He had sent her home to shower and change clothes telling her “I’ll still be here when you get back” with that smile that made her melt inside. She remembered kissing his lips one last time before leaving. She never got to tell him goodbye.

Now she sat alone watching the seagulls glide over the tumbling waves as they crashed into the shore. Her feet dangled from the cliff. What if she just jumped? No one would miss her. The lover of her life was gone. Her parents weren’t close to her anymore. She has no one. No one to hold her when she was sad. No one to make her laugh when she needed it. She'd look at those pictures of her and Denny that littered their her house. Her favorite was one of them on the beach, much like a day like today. He held her close. Those hazel eyes so full of love as he took the picture.

“What are you thinking about?” came a voice from behind her. “You are always quiet when you’re thinking so spill the beans.”

All she did was smile. That voice is what she longed to hear every day since it left. Sometimes she’d find herself dialing his number just to hear that deep voice to hold her over until the next time. She heard his feet shift on the rocks that littered the path coming to a rest beside her. “Hmm? What are you thinking about sweet cheek.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” she told him without looking up. “Everything is wrong without you there.”

She heard him sigh before he sat down beside her, draping his arm over her shoulder pulling her into him. “Nah darlin’ all you have to do is take a different perspective on things. Do you remember what we talked about when we learned about my condition?”

“This is different from then Denny. It was metaphorical. All the what ifs and then whats. I still had you then. Now you’re gone and I’m all alone,” she choked out through tears.

“Shhh honey..shhhh,” he tried to soothe her rubbing her arms, holding her tighter against him. “I’m always with you no matter where you go.”

She shook her head against him. “No. No, you’re not. I’m all alone. I have no one. You left me. You promised you’d never leave, but you did.”

“Kristen,” Denny choked, “you know that’s not true.”

“What about all of our plans huh? We were going to travel. Take in the whole country. Have a family. Now nothing. I’m going to die an old widowed grumpy woman with a bank account loaded with money. Thanks for that by the way,” she quipped.

Denny let out a chuckle. “I knew all you liked me for was my money,” they laughed. “You know you have to go back right?”

Kristen turned and looked at him confused. “What are you talking about? I’m staying in this dream world forever. I have you and that all I need. You and me together forever.”

“Kristen you have to go back,” Denny sighed. “It’s not your time. Please go back to him,” Denny began to plead.

“Who the hell is he? If I go back it’s just going to be me. No he, just me Denny. Why can’t you understand that?” she asked pushing away from him standing up. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. Why are you pushing me away? Do you want me to suffer more? I can’t lose you again.”

Denny stood up too. Gently he grabbed her chin lifting her eyes to look at him. Her red-rimmed eyes met his. “If you could stay I would die again. You’d be in so much pain if I let you stay here. You have a whole life in front of you. He needs you.”

Kristen rolled her eyes. “Who the fuck is he Denny!?,” she yelled, “the only ‘he’ that was in my life was you and you left.”

“Kristen,” he paused, “you were my entire world. Every morning when I woke up, I’d take a deep breath smelling your hair just in case it was the last time. That last morning, your haired smelled like honey. They say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes and all I saw was you. It hurts me every day when you wake up and still cry that I’m not there. I would give anything for just one more day with you, but all this is going to make me wish for is another and another. I can’t see you hurt every day. I thought..that you were my heaven but now I think I’m your hell. He's going to need you a lot more than I am.”

“For the love of God Denny, who is he?”

Denny smiled once more before kissing her forehead. “Just remember that I’m here,” he said as he pointed towards her head. “And here,” as he continued down to her heart. “And he is here or was,” he said pointing to her stomach.

“Denny..,” she gasped.

“You found out a few weeks after. I remember watching you cry on the bathroom floor on your bad days. The good days you’d visit my grave and tell me all the progress that was being made. When you found out it was a boy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry so much before. He needs you more now than I ever have. Our boy. Our.....boy.”

“Denny, I love you. I’ll always love you,” she tells him.

Denny leaned down and slowly captured her lips a slow, blissful kiss. “I love you too. I’m always there,” he whispered in her ear as she slowly faded out of his arms.

Five years later

“Kyle slow down,” Kristen called to her five-year-old as he took off running through the grass.

“Or you could speed up momma,” he sassed earning a quick glare before apologizing under his breath. “Daddy is waitin momma.”

“Trust me son he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon,” she laughed lowly at her own joke as she finally caught up to him and rubbed his shaggy black hair.

“You know he can hear you right?” Kyle asked in all seriousness as the wind picked up for a mighty gust of wind causing Kristen to smile.

“Yeah buddy I know,” she told him as a heavy feeling settled in her chest. “Oh look there he is,” she said tears forming in her eyes. With clouded eyes, she let go of his hand and he took off toward the gray tombstone. The words Dennison ‘Denny’ Duquette, husband and father (which she had added later) etched in the stone. January 4, 1970 - May 14, 2006, written below.

Silently, she sat back and watched as Kyle sat with his back to the stone telling his father all about his day. Today was their birthday. Like father, like son. Both Capricorns.

She felt the cool wind wrap around her and then she would bet you all the money in the world that Denny was there and wrapped his arms around her, feeling a warmth spread through her body.

Their boy would never know his father, but she knew that he was always around. From the wind to the rain, a little piece of Denny was always there. She sat back and watched as Kyle kept talking knowing that Denny was giving him full attention.

Thanks for reading!! Feedback and comments are always appreciated. Don’t forget to reblog and like too!!

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understeerking · 4 years ago

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M&M DC5

Hyper Rev 📚

#dc5nation #dc5society #dc5 #integra #typer #mugenpower #ff #hyperrev #jdm #hks #greddy #apexi

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cha0s-aint-me · 6 years ago

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Hail naw

#jdm #subaru #mine #hail damage #ffs

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mad-as-a-box-of-frogs · 6 years ago

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Jdm and Rachael m both belong in the ‘we’ve completely warped our interpretations of our abusive characters by squeezing out the 1% goodness into a OOC caricature,’ club, and you can’t change my mind.

#l get the whole ‘it’s their character #of course they’re gonna think positively about them’#but ffs their’s a line that’s just eyerolling #and they both crossed that line years ago #wank for ts ////#jdm interviews for the 300th got me like :-/#seeing both a ‘unicorn theme’ photo op and a misha/rachel photo op for all the cons got me like :-/#meanwhile people still freak everytime a destiel question is asked but shrug if a me**tiel one is #I am smol and mad and tired #and would like to enjoy both the show and the fandom but it doesn always work out that way for me and the latter

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gageef · 8 years ago

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Half the Heart, Twice the Love [3]

Part Three: Colors

[part one] [part two]

- dedicated to my favorite person on here @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff -

“Shit.”

You stared into the void that was your closet, your eyes skimming each article of clothing. It’s not like anything new was just going to show up, but you were hoping something would catch your eye the more you looked at them. You quickly removed your code blue attire and returned to the staring contest with your closet. In case you were wondering, the closet was winning.

It’s not even really a date tho, is it? You thought to yourself. It’s food. Dinner. A good looking man with a defective heart asked to take you out to dinner in his hospital room. You stopped at your mirror on the way out of your apartment taking a final glance at your decisions. Maybe a little lipstick... as you started to put on a second coat you caught yourself, “Oh my god stop it you’re being ridiculous let’s go..” and rushed yourself out the door before you could do any more damage.

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You came to room 306, hid yourself behind the closed door and glanced at your phone. 7:56 PM. You tapped your foot impatiently, awkwardly nodding to the other doctors and residents as they passed. 4 minutes felt like 4 years until finally your phone read 8:00 PM. Taking a deep breath, you raised your fist and lightly knocked on the door. “Room service?”

“Right on time.”

You opened the door to find Denny propped in an upright position, a sweater hiding most of his hospital gowns. “Unless you count the four minutes you stood waiting outside the door, then you were early.” You laughed as a filler to think of an excuse as to why you waited but he didn’t let that slide. “You’re not a very good hider.” Once again, his smile pulled you into the room as you took off your coat and placed it on the chair in the corner. “Do you like to wear a badge with every outfit you have? I’m not sure which one I like better so far, the cop badge or the visitors pass.”

You smiled, standing on the left side of his bed. “Yeah, I feel it really completes the whole look I’m going for really, I feel naked without it.”

“Not even five minutes into the date and you’re talking about yourself with no clothes on?”

“Yup, I like to get right to business.”

“But in all honesty, you look incredible. Blue is a good color on you.”

You looked down at the dress you had picked out, ruffing the skirt a little as you tried to smoothly take the compliment. “Well they say wearing your favorite colors always look better. Obviously the only reason I wanted to be an officer.”

“Woah, woah there Alex. I didn’t ask for your whole life story, we’re going to run out of things to talk about!”

You bit your lip, concealing a smile as you sat on the left edge of his bed.

“You don’t look bad yourself. I’m honored you dressed up for the occasion.”

“Thank you, although tan isn’t my favorite color, I don’t have any red sweaters so i had to make do. The best part about my outfit is you don’t know if I’m wearing pants under my gown. Makes the whole evening way more exciting.”

“Wow, and you thought what I said was bad.”

You exchanged tender looks as you saw him pull a tray off the table next to him. Every second you spent looking at him was another second you spent falling for him.

“Now I know you said no jell-o cups...” he removed the covers off the two plates, “but you didn’t say anything about pudding or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

You laughed into your hand, experience the warmest shock. “Damn. I can’t complain, you delivered. No jell-o cups. I’m impressed.”

“It’s some of the kitchen's best work, I mean just look at how perfectly shaped these triangle sandwiches are. As far as you know, I had to trade in two sets of paper footies to get them to even cut them.”

“Well if I knew it would be such a hassle for you, I wouldn’t have come at all.” You stated sarcastically.

“Ah but that would be playing hard to get, and just so you know that would in no way lessen my attraction for you. So thank you for making this easier on both of us.”

You studied his face as each comment drew out a grin happier than the next making you feel something you didn’t think you could hold in any longer.

“You are something else.”

“If we’re changing names and I’m ‘something else’, then your new name must be gorgeous. Hearing you talk is making my weak heart even weaker.”

That was it. Without thinking you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned into him, kissing him all at once. If his expressions made you crazy, this kiss brought you to a whole new level. Eventually you slowly pulled away, remaining almost nose to nose with him. Looking at his lips you tried to stop yourself from laughing.

“What is it, oh no, am I really that bad of a kisser?” For the first time since meeting him you saw his character dim ever so slightly. Quickly, you started to stroke you thumb on his face, reassuringly shaking your head.

“You’re right, favorite colors do look better on people.” You smirked as you rubbed your finger over his lips, wiping off the lipstick that had transferred from your skin to his. You both smiled, each grabbing a half of a sandwich before bumping them together in a ‘cheers’ motion.

That’s it, you thought to yourself, I’m never stopping myself from putting on lipstick again.

i absolutely love writing this fic because denny is SO fun and easy to write for and it genuinely makes me happy while writing it. I hope you all love it as much as i do

[part four]

@girly-girl2002 @magikat409 @morganpierce

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alamanyar · 6 years ago

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Some of you watched SKAM’s message alt er love broadcast on screen and didn’t get it at all and it shows

#skam #skam remakes #wtf y'all nuts for discarding a remake of a show in order to hype another one #love a remake all you want and be happy with it by all means just don't trash another remake ffs #how old are y'all #i was more or less happily writing most of the weekend just to log in and find mutuals dealing with your stupid hate #this makes me want to log off immediately ciao #was ich mit meinen eigenen augen lesen musste oh gott diese website hat sie manchmal echt nicht alle #also die website und eingie leute hier #ka ob jdm so was ähnliches gepostet hat ist mir auch egal um ehrlich zu sein bin schon lange nicht mehr im si tag gewesen #text #meine zwei cents die niemanden interessieren lol

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a-tired-bitch · 7 years ago

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You Should Know Better Pt.17

23 Parts: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII - XVIII - XIX - XX - XXI - XXII - XXIII

MASTER LIST

YSKB MASTER LIST

Summary: After asking Dustin for a favor, Joe arrives home to a surprise.

POV: Joe

Characters: Joe Merriweather, Dustin Ayers (Italics), Claire Merriweather (Indented Italics)

Word Count: 3187

Author’s Note: After over four months of not writing, I present you with the best Joe Merriweather fic out there. The majority of this chapter is driven by dialogue. I really have to get into the swing of things again. I didn’t get this beta’d or read over, so have fun reading and excuse any typos.

Quote: “You trying to intimidate me has as much luck as a crack whore turning down crack – you see, it’s just not going to work.”

“Dustin, buddy, just listen to me for a second.” Despite driving down the desolate road with no passengers, Joe spoke and gesticulated his hands as if someone sat beside him. “Ever since we’ve become brothers, I’ve done a lot of favors for you, like a lot, whether they be in a personal or professional sense, and most of the time I’ve done so without questions or complaining, but the one time,” Joe raised his index finger before clenching his hand on the steering wheel, “the one time I fucking ask you to come to one of my classes and hang around for a bit, you decide to keep me hanging.”

Just as expected, a moment of silence flowed throughout the Jeep, the only audible noise was the outside rumbling of the engine, pulling the vehicle forward.

As compared to most other times, instead of reveling in the solace of the silence, Joe knew, at least to his own thinking, silence had no chair at this table.

With a long exhale that was accompanied by a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes, Joe spoke yet again. “Usually the hardest part of communicating is listening, but you’re doing a damn good job right now.”

“Look, Joe, if you want me to be completely truthful, I don’t wanna do it.” The man’s annoyance laced voice finally booming through the speakers. “Plus, I don’t even have the free time to do that - I picked up an extra shift to get that good ol’ fat overtime check like I did yesterday.”

Fully prepared for the answer and excuse, Joe smacked his tongue along the roof of his mouth. “Oh, Dustin,” Joe whispered under his breath in a disappointing tone, “of course, I want you to be truthful and I appreciate the truthfulness, but that’s not the answer I want to hear, and I would really hate to intimidate or force you into this by threat or guilt.”

A booming laugh traveled throughout the speakers, forcing Joe to lower the volume. “You? Intimidate and force me? God, Joe, that’s one of the better jokes you have ever told. Seriously, you should look into a career in comedy because that shit has me almost pissing my pants.” The burly laughs turned into nothing more than a few chuckles. “You trying to intimidate me has as much luck as a crack whore turning down crack – you see, it’s just not going to work.”

With raised eyebrows, Joe straightened in his seat as a mix of shock and dismay claimed his features. There was no doubt, that what Dustin had just said was true. In the eyes of most people, whether they share a level of intimacy or not, Joe could be a pushover and claim the title of an easy, calm, and docile soul, but nevertheless, there were times where it was necessary for him to assert his dominance and this was one of the occasions.

Narrowing his sights on the road before him, Joe cleared his throat. “Tell me, Dustin, since I assume you’re currently patrolling prostitution lane due to your little joke, I take it that you’re in your vehicle since you’re on your phone.”

Not only did the dinging of the laptop notification confirm Joe’s assumption, there was also a verbal confirmation. “Prostitution lane is my favorite place to be – you know, deterring crime, getting a comedy show, and other shit. But anyways, why do you ask?”

“Good, because I want you to do a couple of things in order to put our professional relationship into perspective. Don’t worry, though, you can do all of this in the comfort of your seat and I’ll be sure to say my orders in a nice, clear, and slow manner.”

There was a delay in Dustin’s response, but it came sooner rather than later. “What the fuck?,” he questioned, “professional relationship into perspective?,” the man asked, repeating Joe’s underlying threat, “what kind of bullshit mind games are you –.”

Interrupting the rambling of confusion, the orders began to flow. “Shut up and listen very intently to me – what I want you to do first, is to look around that SUV. Go ahead and take a second to revel in the smell of that vehicle – I know you usually have a citrus smelling air freshener, so take a nice, deep whiff of that.” Joe paused for a moment, allowing the man to do what he was ordered. “Next, go right on ahead and run your hand along your thick, worn-in duty belt until you come along your cuffs. When you find your first pair, let the coldness of the steel spread across your skin. Once that happens, glance to your right and admire that shotgun that’s stationed in its holster – it’s a pretty view, isn’t it?” Yet again, another pause came. “Lastly, peel away those sunglasses and take a nice, long look in that rearview mirror, but make sure you get a glimpse of that beautiful cage that’s right behind you.”

There was no doubt that the orders pouring out from Joe’s mouth were, in some ways, strangely sensual and sexual. “Do you know why I want you doing these things?”

“I have no fucking clue what kind of bullshit you’re trying to do, but it sure sounds like you’re trying to have some strange, kinky session of phone sex with me and although I appreciate the attempt, I don’t want to rub another one out in the car right now.” An attempt to cut through the tension that was radiating from the other end of the phone was made, but ultimately, all attempts failed.

“Phone sex is usually my thing, but right now, with you, it’s not my thing,” Joe admitted, allowing for the comment to cut just a sliver of tension away. “But anyways, I want you aware of how much you’ll be missing that SUV when your ass is on desk duty. I want you to also be aware of who owns you. I want you fully aware that I am your superior when you’re sitting in that car. I command you and you listen to me.”

Yes, in the eyes of both Joe and Dustin, the whole speech was a threat in a sole effort to assert dominance, but truth be told, it was more than likely an empty threat that would never happen.

Turning onto his street and eyeing his empty driveway, Joe listened as a defeated sigh sounded through the speakers.

The smile that began to claim his features was a direct result of Dustin’s submissiveness. Deep down, both of the men knew that the older, more experienced man would come out on top. “Remember, Deputy Dustin Ayers, I own your uniformed ass when I deem fit.”

“So that’s how it’s going to be? You’re hitting below the belt with your low blows, aren’t you? Pulling the whole ‘I can tell you what to do because I’m your superior and you are required to listen to me without any resistance’ card.”

“You’re damn fucking right I am.” Joe asserted, nodding his head. “You see, when certain circumstances arise, I’ll fucking pull that card and put it to good use. It’s a rare occasion when I do that, but when I do, things usually pan out in my favor, am I right?” His voice dropping, becoming more threatening.

Thankful for the commencement of radio traffic, Dustin listened intently before it died down. “Fine, fine fine,” he repeated as if he were a broken record. “I’ll think about it, but no promises, but tell me, when is it? Where is it? What time would I need to come? How long would I have to stay? And what would I have to speak about?”

Although the answer was neither a definite yes not a definite no, the older man was content since he knew, that deep down, Dustin would appear and help him out.

“Look on the bright side, think of it as a sort of community policing and getting an eye on some future colleagues,” a string of low mockingly chuckles panned out before the answers commenced.

“Next Wednesday which is a week from now. Ugh,” Joe went quiet for a moment, visualizing the shift in times to accommodate the exam week. “Let’s see, you can come at four and we’ll shoot the shit in my office for a bit before going into the class – if you do that, you’ll be there for about three hours. As for the last question, feel free to talk about whatever the fuck you want – everyone there is grown and knows what that line of work entails. And don’t worry, I’ll talk to whatever supervisor overseeing your shift – which I believe is Schultz – and tell her what’s going on.”

Pulling into his driveway, fully unaware of the events that were about to unfold, Joe brought the Jeep to a halt.

“Talk about whatever?” Dustin repeated. “You sure about that? You’re not going to put any restrictions on anything? Might end up regretting that.” Dustin jokingly teased.

Glancing over at his truck, Joe fiddled with the garage door opener that rested in one of the cupholders. “Man, you know what I mean – tell some stories, crack some jokes, do whatever the fuck, but if I have to cut you off from rambling too much or getting too deep, I’ll do so.” Pressing the button on the garage door opener, Joe turned his attention to the door. “You’ve seen some of these people before, so just bust their balls a bit. Make fun of them. Tease them. Don’t worry —.”

Suddenly, with just enough space to see into the garage, Joe noticed a car in his spot.

Resting in the garage was a black Mercedes, a color matching the coldness and blackness of the person who owned it.

A string of derogatory slurs and disrespectful curses filled the confined area before Joe abruptly said a goodbye to his partner, closing the call before the man could say anything.

With anger pulsing throughout his veins, Joe hopped out of the vehicle, nearly forgetting to shut it off and put it in park before storming into the garage.

With long and heavy strides, it took just a few steps before Joe was before the door, pushing it open and catching the handle just inches before it crashed into the wall behind it.

The smell of steak frying in a pan filled his nostrils. The sounds of sizzling meat pierced his ears. The sight of Claire standing before the stove in a pair of heels, tight jeans, and a black shirt filled his vision.

It was almost as if his loud entrance went unnoticed by the woman – she continued to calmly stand before the stove, tending to the meat.

“Ugh, are you fucking deaf or are you stupid?” Joe called out, slamming the door shut.

Gently placing the fork down, Claire slowly turned to face the man who was dressed in a full-blown black on white suit. “No, I can hear you loud and clear and since I can hear you loud and clear, there is no need to get loud because, you know, my ears are just fine. Also, no, I’m not stupid either because here I am, in our house, cooking us a nice dinner. If anything, I’m a nice person, not a stupid one.” Claire sassed, watching as the enraged man stopped just feet away from her.

With squinted eyes, Joe quickly looked her over before locked eyes with her. “Our house? A nice dinner? A nice person?” Joe falsified a laugh, “you were always one to have a shitty and dry sense of humor, but looks like a lot can change over the course of a few months.” Taking a small step forward, Joe lowered himself just slightly. “Cut the shit and tell me how the fuck you got in in my house and why the fuck you are in my house.”

Holding up a finger, Claire turned back around, giving the steak one last flip and baste before turning off the stove. “I thought you were always three steps ahead of people in thirty different directions.” Claire mocked. “If you’re that smart why don’t you tell me why I’m here then.” Turning around, cold, blue eyes stared relentlessly at brown squinted ones.

She waited a moment to see if he would answer, but as expected, Joe remained quiet, leading for her to answer the questions for him. “You must have either known or hoped that I would come back because you never changed the locks or the codes – either that, or you forgot to do it, but you aren’t a man to forget things.” She paused for a moment, searching his face for any minor changes. “As for why I’m here,” she tilted her head slightly, tearing her eyes from his, gazing past him, “well, I would be lying if I said I knew the answer to that.”

Silence began to envelop the room – on one hand, Claire stood there with her eyes latching onto Joe as she awaiting a response from him and on the other hand, Joe turned a cold shoulder to her, his head dropping, and a hand coming up to rub the side of his bearded cheek.

It seemed as if an eternity passed with neither of the parties daring to break the streak of silence.

Strangely, for Joe, it seemed as if this small moment of time, particularly the layout of the conversation and the silent interactions between the two, rang a bell in his mind, serving as a sort of deja-vu. The underlying tension in the air, the wandering glances, the shoulder-turning-head-dropping-cheek-rubbing-disappointment, and not to mention, the smell of cooked steak, all took him back to the moment Claire sat him down, told him she was leaving him for another man, and explained how she wanted a divorce.

Letting his hand run up from his cheek and into his hairline, Joe cocked his head back, letting out a long sigh before resting his sights on her again. It was almost as if she was frozen in time for she had yet to move an inch.

The view of his wife didn’t last long before he turned away and walked towards the cabinet. Reaching out, he opened the white surface, retrieved a glass, and gently closed the door.

This situation called for a drink.

Examining the small array of liquor bottles, he had restocked after drinking a day or two of his life away, Joe opted for the usual.

Pouring out the amber liquid of a Jack Daniels bottle, he was careful to pour no more than the usual amount before placing the bottle back into its respected spot.

Finally, turning around, glass in hand, Joe spoke, “Well, if you won’t say it, I’ll say it for you: you’re fucking lying.” He then proceeded to take a sip.

Not only did the burning liquid ignite a small fire within him, but it seemed as if a fire started within Claire as well.

Whipping around, a shocked, yet flushed-face Claire locked eyes with him. “I’m lying?,” she questioned almost in dismay as she brought a hand to her chest, “No, no, no, Joe, you’re lying,” she rebutted, waving a finger at him, “and I would like it if you didn’t use your little police-reverse-psychology-interrogation questioning-bullshit tactics on me.”

Placing the glass beside him, Joe raised his arms up defensively, “Look, I work with people all day long and I can sense and smell a lie from a mile away. Not only that, but I know for a damn fact that no one in the right mind just happens to show up in their ex-spouses, but apparently in our fucked-up case, their spouse's house without telling them and just ‘doesn’t know why they are there.’” Joe pulled his eyebrows together, letting out a fake chuckle. “If you ask me, that’s burglary which is a crime and not only that, but it’s a shit move on your part.” Lowering his arms, he leaned against the counter.

Weighing her options, Claire battled with wanting to continue the bickering match the two of them were engaging in and wanting to cut the shit and get down to business with or without the help of some seduction on her part. “Yeah?” She asked, ignoring the majority of his reply. “And what are you going to do, whip out those cuffs we often put to good use and take me to jail?”

There was a handful of distance between the two - Joe continued to lean against the counter while Claire stood in the middle of the kitchen. She blatantly gave him a look over and in that moment, just like many others, she once again realized that there was no doubt that she still felt a level of attraction towards the man. In this moment, she wanted to approach him and loop her fingers through the visible belt loops on his slacks and him towards, but not only was it too early for that, but also far too dangerous – dangerous not in the terms of its true definition, but dangerous in the terms of not wanting to overstep the boundaries. In addition to wanting to approach him, she wanted to manipulate him, but they both knew that Joe was too smart for that now, especially after how things panned out over the last few months – any attempt at persuasion, seduction, or manipulation would more than likely fall apart.

Digging his hands into his pockets, Joe dropped his head, a laugh slipping through his lips, breaking his façade. “No,” he answered, leaning off the counter, “I’m not going to use the cuffs on you nor am I going to take you anywhere.” He finished, another laugh escaping before finishing off the rest of the amber liquid. “But you know what we are going to do?” He asked, placing the glass down as he proceeded to open the cupboard again.

Tilting her head and narrowing her eyes, she watched as the man retrieved a set of plates. “What’s that?” She questioned, knowing fully, or at least to some extent, what his answer would be.

Without answering right away, he walked before the stove and instantly a frown claimed his lips at the sight. “Well, since you cooked only one steak – who cooks just a single steak when you break into someone else’s house -, we’re going to split this sucker, sit down, and have a nice and cordial discussion as to why you’re here and what you want.”

Moments later, the two of them sat down at the dining table, half a steak on eat plate, and a glass of wine placed out before them. After exchanging a smile and a longing glance, Joe went to pick up his knife before Claire reached out and stopped him.

“Before we do anything, I’m going to lay this,” Claire quickly dug into her pocket, pulling out a golden band along with a black and blue band - the one Joe wore while on duty - before settling it down on the table, “and this down,” she then pulled out her own wedding ring and band, “and by the end of this discussion, dinner or even the end of the night, I want both of us to know whether we should put these back on and work things out or keep them off and go our own ways.”

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