#kerri how dare

[elvenbeard]

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[boatdriinks]

Kerry's head felt like it was practically swimming after that kiss to the tip of his nose. He was still pretty damn thankful for the low lights, else the fact that his cheeks had been set ablaze would've been so damn obvious. Christ, he was already acting enough like a lovestruck kid. He didn't need that on top of it all.

With a sigh, Kerry would begrudgingly back off from Vik's personal space. The last bit of his drink was downed, and thus his attention was put on boxing up the rest of his food. It definitely wouldn't be going to waste, that was for damn sure. He wouldn't be surprised if he managed to finish it off by the morning.

Looked like they'd be on their way out soon enough, though. With that in mind, Kerry began to put his half-assed disguise back together. Sunglasses back on and the hat once again covering up those (currently) signature silver locks.

"All right," Kerry sighed, looking Vik's way again finally. "Guess we're outta here."

The sound of the takeout containers dimly registered in the back of Vik's mind, but it wasn't until Kerry broke away to look that he realized what the noise must've been. Well, there were way worse reasons to lose track of time, and he'd seen before how Cal had dealt with more troublesome or simply annoying customers.

An answering soft snicker escaped past his toothy smile, and Vik rested his forehead against Kerry's. "Yeah, least there's that. But Cal's pretty good with signals, so let's not get on their bad side." One more peck, to the end of Kerry's nose, and another quiet laugh. "C'mon. We can get lost in each other more later."

Still, Vik's hands were reluctant in their departure from the older man, one lifting to brush along Kerry's jawline. He finally turned his attention afterward to packing away the food he hadn't finished into one container. From the sound of things, the live band's singer was taking a break to rest her voice; they really had been caught up for a while.

[voguefashion]

The Kennedys' on LIFE magazine (Part 2/3)

"Mrs. Kennedy, Caroline And John Jr. Wait To Join Procession To Capital" (Jackie, Caroline & John F. Kennedy Jr.), December 6, 1963.

"Who Will Button Up The Bottom Half Of The Ticket?" (Robert F. Kennedy), May 8, 1964.

"Jacqueline Kennedy: She Writes About Her Husbands Mementos - The Ones He Liked Most" (Jackie Kennedy), May 29, 1964.

"Bob Kennedy's Week Of Trial And Of Decision (A Happy Moment At Home With His And His Brother Jack's Children: Courtney, Caroline, Kerry, John Jr. Michael and David Kennedy), July 5, 1964.

"The Warren Report" (John F. Kennedy Assassination), October 2, 1964.

"As Congress Opens: Ted Kennedy's Recovery" (Edward M. Kennedy), January 15, 1965.

"By Robert Kennedy: Our Climb Up Mt. Kennedy" (Robert F. Kennedy), April 9, 1965.

"By Arthur M. Schlesinger Jr.: First Portrait Of Kennedy By A Member Of His Team - A Thousand Days" (John F. Kennedy), July 16, 1965.

"By Arthur M. Schlesinger Jr.: The Historian Resumes His Kennedy Narrative - A Thousand Days" (John F. Kennedy), November 5, 1965.

"Jackie In Spain" (Jackie Kennedy), May 6, 1966.

"Robert Kennedy: His Control Over The 'Legend' - His Truce With L.B.J - Will He Dare To Run In '68? - How Would He Handle Power?" (Robert F. Kennedy), November 18, 1966.

"A Matter Of Reasonable Doubt" (John F. Kennedy Assassination), November 25, 1966.

"Jackie In Cambodia" (Jackie Kennedy), November 17, 1967.

"A Contribution To History: Governor Connally Sets The Record Straight On The Fateful Visit" (John F. Kennedy & Jackie Kennedy), November 24, 1967.

"Senator Robert F. Kennedy", June 14, 1968.

"Jackie's Wedding" (Jackie Kennedy Onassis), November 1, 1968.

"The Kennedys" - Special Edition, 1968.

"The Fateful Turn For Ted Kennedy" (Edward M. Kennedy), August 1, 1969.

"The 60s: Decade Of Tumult And Change" (John F. Kennedy, Jackie Kennedy & Robert F. Kennedy), December 29, 1969.

"An Intimate Visit: Rose Kennedy At 80" (Rose, Ted & Joan Kennedy), July 17, 1970.

[schoute]

Nobody look at me I'm posting self-indulgent oc x canon art and fic (under the cut) 🙈

Warnings: NSFW THERE'S COCK TALK and canon typical violence so unless you're an adult don't click.

A swirl of fragrant smoke whirled around Crocodile's head as he exhaled with a hard sigh.

What had started out like any other day had quickly devolved into irritating chaos.

It wasn't the first time the Revolutionary Army had sought him out, keen on trying to get their hands on his imported weapons. In fact, it was the second time, most recently, that they'd tried.

The second time she had tried.

Peachy hair danced across his mind, with her frilly shorts and lilting chuckle, and Crocodile bit down hard on his cigar. It was the second time Kerry Corduroy had tried to steal from him.

He wasn't a forgiving man, and the first time she'd tried to raid his weapons supplies with a plucky little crew of Revolutionaries he'd sent her hobbling back to her ship with a gouge from his hook in her thigh.

A blast in the distance rattled the crystal ashtray on his desk, and Crocodile's hooked arm twitched reflexively, Kerry's toned, bloody thigh floating through his memory.

He'd have to ensure that the punishment he gave her this time made his intentions abundantly clear; no one stole from Crocodile.

Another, closer blast sent his matching crystal decanter careening to the ground with a crash sending crystal and his favorite scotch in every direction of his office floor. Crocodile clenched his fist; he'd make Kerry lick every drop of that expensive scotch off the floor, glass shards be damned. He'd twist a hand into the peachy waves at the nape of her neck, kick her feet from under her until she was on her knees in front of him--

His cock suddenly gave an interested throb and Crocodile grunted, annoyed that the pretty little revolutionary thorn in his side was making him hard while she ran rampant around his warehouse destroying his things and attempting, once again, to rob him.

What annoyed him the most, however, was that he'd allowed himself to indulge in these fantasies of her even before this moment. After he'd left her marred and hobbling out of his office he'd thought about Kerry; the way she'd swaggered all hips into his office, confidently placing a boot on his chest while he'd been lounging on the chaise.

She was stupid for even trying to use intimidation tactics on him, and he'd laughed in her face for it; but Kerry had simply smiled in return--an annoyingly charming smile--all while digging the heel of her boot harder into his chest, daring to say, ‘I’m taking your shit, handsome’.

He'd wanted to wipe that grin off her face right then, it would have been easy to kill her, and for a moment Crocodile considered it. But he wasn't interested in picking a fight with the Revolutionary Army, nor was he interested in them having his weapons; so he arrived at a compromise.

That's when he'd sunk his hook into her thigh, pulling her closer with whispered promises that if she came here again, it'd be the last thing she did. A conveniently timed intervention from some other Revolutionary Army members had prevented their conversation from continuing, but hadn't stopped Kerry's pale eyes from meeting his. Even with his hook buried into her thigh she hadn't lifted her boot from his chest or screamed for him to stop, and it was the intensity of her gaze that had first gotten his mind into this mess over the next few weeks.

He replayed that moment in his mind, absently rubbing the spot on his chest where her heel had been; except when he replayed that moment in his mind alone in bed at night he imagined what could have happened if they hadn't been interrupted. He imagined the shit-eating grin on Kerry's face pressed into the fine silk pillow of his chaise as he bent her over, smoothing a hand over her ridiculous frilled shorts before slapping her ass. He imagined how she'd sound, gasping and whimpering under his touch, how she'd beg for more and how he'd willingly give it to her; if she could behave.

It was those thoughts of Ms. Kerry Corduroy that frustrated him to no end, and that were making him hard even now as she stupidly returned to try and steal from him again.

BANG

The door to his office flew open, and Crocodile turned with a glare to see who was interrupting him when there were Revolutionaries to deal with outside.

Those pale eyes he'd been imaging moments ago locked into his.

Standing in the doorway to his office was his brazen little Revolutionary; peachy waves wild under her brimmed hat, and that same irritatingly attractive smirk he'd been fantasizing about. His eyes fell to her thigh, just below the teasing ruffles of her shorts, and he couldn't help but grin.

“That’s healing nicely,” he nodded nonchalantly to the starburst shaped scar decorating her inner thigh. “I should give you one on the other side to match.”

Kerry huffed and popped her hip. “I'd like to see you try, handsome.”

He wouldn't even have to try. Within the blink of an eye Crocodile could have his hook latched into any damn part of her he pleased, wrenching her closer while using his devil fruit powers to suck the very life out of her then and there…

As fate would have it, death wouldn't be in the cards for Ms. Corduroy today, he decided. It would be so much more satisfying watching her atone in any way he saw fit for all the trouble and destruction she'd caused him.

Sand drifted from his body and twisted around Kerry's legs, manipulating her into facing away from him. With an easy glide of the same sand he was on her, using his hand to pin and twist her wrist to her back, the combination of his height and strength along with his devil fruit powers easily pressed her into the wall of his office. An enticing gasp left her lips as the pressure of his body collided with hers, and Crocodile's cock gave another untimely throb.

“Whatcha got there,” Kerry drawled, with a wriggle of her hips. “Is that a black market gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”

Crocodile grunted; Kerry’s wiggling hips were effectively grinding her perfect ass into his hard length and the sensation was enough to send exciting thrills through his body.

It pissed him off.

“Quiet,” he growled in her ear, and gave her twisted arm a cruel tug, enjoying the way she gasped and arched back against him. “Where’s your little rescue committee?”

Kerry struggled against his hold, but her expression remained the same; that smirk that haunted his fantasies and caused a frustrating mixture of anger and desire in his gut.

“Oh they'll be here,” she said, her words tight from the weight of his body crushing into her. “I just thought we could have some alone time first.”

Her tone was teasing and silky even when slightly strained, and that frustrated him too. He wanted to show her right now a better use for that smart mouth; once again imagining how she'd look on her knees in front of him, eagerly taking his cock in that impudent mouth…

“Stupid of you.” He said, and drew his hooked hand slowly along the length of her unscarred thigh, leaving a thin line of red in its wake. He paused at the crux of her thigh, directly across from where he'd marked the other side and pressed the tip harder into her flesh.

He could feel her shiver against him at his touch, and Crocodile bit down hard on his cigar to ground himself. Trying to force the scenes he'd been imagining between them out of his mind.

“I should kill you for showing up here again,” he snarled, and applied more pressure with his hook point against her thigh. “But that wouldn't teach you how to behave, would it?”

Kerry sucked in a sharp breath below him, and even with the shadow of her hat he could see the flush painted across her freckled cheeks.

“I'd like to see you try and make me, handsome.”

She repeated her teasing words from only moments ago and Crocodile grinned.

He would gladly take that challenge.

Another boom suddenly shook the walls of his office, blasting out a nearby window and causing himself and Kerry to stumble, trying to keep their balance.

The distraction was enough that Kerry had somehow managed to twist out of his hold, and Crocodile watched as she sprinted from his office.

He could easily stop her, he should stop her.

Then she paused, and Crocodile watched as she spun on a booted heel to face him.

With that infuriating smirk gracing her pretty pink lips she blew him a kiss before whirling around, sprinting again towards the exit.

Crocodile huffed, and smoke twisted around his head, dancing across his vision just like his little Revolutionary soldier had and he promised himself next time he saw her, he'd make good on his own promise to teach her exactly how to behave.

[lady-raziel]

I'm angry. I'm really, really furious right now. I am absolutely livid that when the stakes are so high-- not just for Americans at risk from project 2025, not just for people in Europe being threatened by Russia, not just for people in Palestine, but for pretty much widespread global stability-- that the elites of the Democratic party would dare, would have the fucking gall to let Joe Biden run for a second term in the first place, and then when the magnitude of their own hubris is revealed, would not correct the mistake. And even worse, now, after what we've seen over the past two weeks-- that many of them, including some of the most progressive, would look out upon the people who they claim to be champions of, the diverse and varied America who will suffer at the hands of the conservatives' agenda--and they would EVER dare to say that YOU are wrong to point out the truth before your own eyes.

After the NATO press conference, where Biden absolutely had to prove he was not on the decline, and resoundingly failed to do so, I was appalled to go on Twitter (I'm still not calling it X, sorry) and see favored Democratic insiders claiming that the performance I had just seen was GOOD. That I should be PROUD of this. That I should WANT to vote for this.

How dare you. How dare you say that I should be proud, should wholeheartedly endorse the candidate at the head of a party who, time and time again over the past 30+ years, has only ever chosen to raise up its own aging elites, and occasionally younger people if they met the right demographics to portray the image of the "diverse party of the people."

No. It became evident a long time ago that you only ever cared about yourselves and consolidating your own power. Time and time again you have destroyed the chances of any candidate that strays beyond what you consider the bounds of acceptability for yourselves. There were good candidates in 2004-- and instead, the Democrats gave us John Kerry and handed the Republicans another four years of Bush. Hillary Clinton first ran for president in 2008-- had Barack Obama not been so compelling, had the idea of having the first African American president been so appealing, would you have allowed him to stand a chance? In 2016 you again and again ignored what the average person had to say, ignored concerns that had been brewing for decades that your commitment to "diversity" only mattered if it could be wielded against conservatives and used to prop yourselves up, and destroyed Bernie Sanders' campaign in service of an elite no one wanted.

The seeds of Donald Trump had been brewing for a long time, and instead of doing something about it then, you rested on your laurels and held on to your power instead of raising new people up to move the mission forward. And now, when the situation is MORE CRITICAL than it has EVER been-- still you refuse to listen. Still you refuse to change. Biden literally said in that press conference they aren't listening to polls anymore--is there ANYTHING that will get you to see that you are fucking this up???

So no, Biden campaign surrogates on my Twitter feed, DNC donation-prompt texts, endless barrage of emails one after another-- I see no reason to my proud of this. For many of us, this election as well as the last one was ALWAYS a strategic calculation to prevent worse things, empower local-level candidates, and allow a party structure to exist in some form in hopes of change. This was ALWAYS a dispassionate choice made with the full knowledge of complex situations in order to play the long game.

How dare you say I too should wholeheartedly believe the emperor is dressed in robes of splendor when he and the rest of you have lain bare for the longest time, while those of us trying to keep things from getting worse have to convince the rightfully angry people who still care to ignore the nakedness of who you are--to prevent people cloaked in blood from taking the reins. Shame on all of you, honestly. I wish I could say that this might be a learning moment for the Democratic elite, but I have little hope, and I expect to hear you pontificate on end regarding how "young people just don't understand the political process and that's why we lost" as we all go down together.

Fuck you.

[vole-mon-amour]

I'm thinking about Johnny feeling and being so protective over his personal relationships? Not wanting to show how it really was and still is, not wanting to appear vulnerable and, well, human? Not wanting to show that he actually has feeling, actual soft feelings, that he cared and still cares, and with such intensity too.

Alt? Don't you dare talk about Alt. Don't you dare judge me for how I treated her and what we had, you couldn't possibly comprehend it. Yeah, she was fine with what we had, it's none of your business. Stop busting my balls about that, you're just like her, don't know when to shut up.

Kerry? Yeah, I'll tell you that I want you to visit him for me (read=he means a lot to me and I want to make sure he's okay), but you better let me talk to him. Huh, you thought you and Kerry had something meaningful going on? Please, just a quick one night stand, you're nothing to him. (Which can both be read as “That's what I kept telling myself when he was in your place”) and “He fucked you because he knows I'm inside your head and he was so desperate to fuck me.” As well as “He’s still mine, whatever you had with him is nothing compared to what we had and possibly still have.”)

Makes all the similarities between Alt and Kerry and references from both TTRPG and the video game about them so curious. I am genuinely surprised that I haven't seen anyone talking about Kerry's made physical appearance and how much it resembles Alt from TTRPG. Especially considering the narrative CDPR created for Kerry and Johnny, and how Kerry was hopelessly in love and how Johnny could make Kerry eat out of his hand at any times.

Also, notice how Johnny talks about Alt, how poetic he is in his own mind when describing her (which means he can be just as poetic about Kerry), and how it leads to "It didn't matter how much was real in the end. I still fell hard for her. I'm that type." And then we see present Kerry the way we see him. Which could mean nothing, but hey. Too many coincidences.

Johnny and Alt were lovers, so were Johnny and Kerry—doesn't even have to mean sex. Just lovers, on every level.

P.S.: Rogue? "I paid her well." While he cheated on her with 3 other women and it wasn't even about money. Push people away, pretend like you're fine, ignore the problems, keep numbing yourself.

[mermaidsirennikita]

I've gotta say, as bleak as the convos surrounding the status of historical romance in traditional publishing have been lately, I've been so pleased by some of the recent books out and the books coming out

—The Beast Takes a Bride by Julie Anne Long is one of the best books I've read by her (and I've read... hmm... over 12, I think) and such a fabulous example of how to do something light without making it stakes-less

—Elizabeth Hoyt is back and absolutely up to her usual (high) standards with No Ordinary Duchess in December, with a really sensitive exploration of kink (and it's not heavy, which I personally think is something certain readers who've become used to a really casual usage of kink that honestly just exists there to titillate will ding her for, and it bugs me because "more kink on the page" is not inherently "good kink on the page" BUT WHATEVER) that's especially interesting when you compare it to Wicked Temptations, which by no means did it BADLY but did it in a more basic manner...

Just all around, a very sexy, character-based Hoyt, and I just want her to stick around and write for as long as she wants to.

—Lorraine Heath returning to her Scoundrels of St. James generational saga with A Tempest of Desire, which is another character-heavy angstfest (and I'm seeing a theme with all three of these authors being a bit less plotty than some of their novels have been, but avoiding the pitfall of "ain't shit happening") with a classic Heathian moment that made me go "NOOOOOOOOOO" out loud in the most forlorn way lol

—A Tropical Rebel Gets the Duke by Adriana Herrera, which I'm currently reading, being an easy knockout if she keeps this up (which I'm pretty damn sure she will) and combining social commentary with swoony romance in a way few authors can top

—TJ Alexander giving us a trans m/m historical romance with A Gentleman's Gentleman next year; haven't read, but I fully trust TJ and am so excited to see their work in the historical realm

—Alexandra Vasti continuing to make headway in her tradpub career with Earl Crush (on my list to read soon!), while she seems to be plotting a f/f historical next...?

—Vivienne Lorret finishing out her latest series with This Much is True, keeping that Tessa Dare-style romcom flag flying

—Enemy of My Dreams by Jenny Williamson taking us somewhere new (or, new for the first time in a while) with an Ancient Roman historical romance

—And honestly? The amount of influence and combination of historical romance with fantasy/paranormal I'm seeing. I've just started Kerri Maniscalco's Throne of Secrets, which is set, literally, in Hell... And we have ballrooms, we have lords and ladies, we have "I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW" Pride and Prejudice overtones. The Legend of Meneka taking us centuries back in a fantastical parallel world to India. When the Tides Held the Moon giving us gay mermaid action in 1910s New York. Hungerstone sending up Carmilla in a rapidly industrializing England.

There IS great stuff coming out, and it's interesting to see the continuing evolution of the subgenre.

[docholligay]

So, the true and glorious story of my own failure in the face of knowing how my own body works, despite having lived in it for 38 years.

Last night, I expected to be at least moderately on edge. I pretty reasonably decide that I would be better served to fall asleep and find out what life looks likein the morning. i'm not young any more (my wife worked for the Kerry campaign, I've been volunteering politically since the first Obama campaign. To date ourselves) and so, i don't stay up for results anymore.

Very reasonable.

So I take a pot pill. Great. i take it about two hours before i want it to hit.

I make the mistake of checking the results right before I head to bed, and while everyone is embroiled in hope, I see that I was exactly right about my initial impressions, months ago. That i got in trouble for! Anyhow.

Anxious, i go, "I gotta take something else" I have a bottle of .5 mg pills of lorezapam I've had for a decade, and I take one.

A pot pill, for me, is a quarter of a gummy. That's 2.5 mg. You may notice that between the two of these things, the dosages are very small. This is because my brain is wired bizarrely, and some things have a tendency to hit me harder than they do normal people. I know this. I know this!

Neither of these things have ever caused me any unusual symptoms. I just go to sleep.

But I am stupid. i have never met me, apparently. This body is new to me! I combine them.

My brain is so fucked that I have to do a patch test any time I try a new drug like I am VINTAGE CHINESE SILK. I know this, very well. That very night, I told Mike and Teddy I wasn't really going to drink because pot and alcohol can make me go full, "The Senate is lying to us!" So I know I have to watch it with combining stuff.

And y'all know me! I am not a teetotaler! I have sampled many fine drugs over the course of my existence. DARE made me think, "Wow that sounds cool." I am not a square. I am not suggesting straightedge behavior. This song did not work on me.

So I, forgetting the very makeup of my body, take this tiny, ridiculous lorazepam on top of my pot pill. It is the dosage my wife gives a twenty pound dog. it is a thing I have taken before.

But not together.

I crawl into bed, and I begin to get sleepy. Fantastic.

I roll over.

Oh. No.

My skin is alive, all of a sudden. I can feel every inch of it beneath the covers, where it touches on each individual wrinkle of the comforter.

"fuuuuuuck." I whisper between gritted teeth. Because, you see, I've done this to myself before. Not with this specific combination, but I have mixed things before, or just taken things, that make me aggressively aware of my surroundings. I am SO AWARE. There's nothing to do, once it reaches this point.

I have to wait it out. I pull myself up, and thump my twenty pound blanket on top of my body--which does help--and spend the next five hours riding each wave of hyperawareness, breathing through it, because it will end, like most hard things, and I am trying not to laugh at myself while it's happening. I know better! I know better!!

Finally it does wear off a bit, in just enough time for me to realize that I was right all along and the election has not gone my way.

38 years and I've learned nothing.

[citadelofmythoughts]

RWBY was the perfect storm.

You not only have Weebs and Gamers(TM) expecting something shallow and simple where the plot is only there to show off cool fights or cute girls like a PM Entertainment flick (their movies were gun fights and car chases galore). You also had the web series come out on Crunchyroll.

If it came out on just Rooster Teeth's site, I don't doubt it would've been a moderate success but CR boosted its visibility with many who might've heard of Rooster Teeth and RvB yet either dropped it or never seen it. Thus you had many overlook how the series was obviously made on a limited budget like any web based animation.

Along come the YouTubers and all of their hot takes where among them, the most chartiable among detractors is that it's "harmless." That's irritating enough but what happened when Monty Oum died and a letter from a grieving animator kickstarts this mythological "vision" of his.

Then you have many who don't really want Monty's RWBY but the idea of Monty's RWBY, the idea that they each formed. This is mixed in with Fandom's brand of sexism where it's like they're real people who can be tried in court for... being as human as any male character.

I have noticed something as well and it kind of ties into the CR thing. There's a resentment towards RWBY for daring to be more than a dumb little webshow.

Also that animator letter always ground my gears. Why is he belived over Kerry and Miles? Because it fits the hater's narrative.

[swearingcactus]

i think a lot about the idea of v being questioned by diehard eurodyne fans that recognized him after the samurai reunion gig about who he is and if the rumors are true if he's dating the Kerry Eurodyne and what he likes about Kerry and v's like "uhh, he's cool..?" and they're like "elaborate." and he shrugs and just mention some offhand remarks about how kerry flips his lighters around his fingers and literally play with fire every time he wants to smoke (that's cool!) or how he has perfect pitch and can tell apart the multiple notes of cars honking in a traffic jam (that's cool!) or how he opens his soda cans with just one hand and then plops the tab back into the soda (that's sort of gross but kerry makes it cool!). and the fans eventually stop questioning him because they were hoping for actual cool celebrity backstage stories but they post it anyway because hey, Eurodyne content!

and kerry watches the video and he's torn between feeling offended because 'cool' is such an understatement of the century and also, how dare V just reduce him to a single word. but also he's pleasantly surprised that v doesn't immediately think being a successful rockerboy makes him cool, it's the little things kerry does subconsciously that gets to him. he's just cool!

[r3d-f0xs-blog]

How Dare (You)

A little scribble from an old prompt of Kerry and Voss.

Voss groaned when he heard the hushed voice having half a conversation somewhere close by. He opened his eyes and realised he had a blanket draped over his head and the arm of the couch, blocking out the light and muffling the sounds outside it.

“First, it’s the weekend. I told you I don’t take any calls about biz unless it’s like...” Kerry's voice held a sharp edge and irritated tone.

Voss peeked out from under the blanket and saw him pacing the downstairs lounge in front of the ridiculously oversized nude painting. His barely contained anger was in harsh contrast to the serene face rendered on the canvas. His robe had slipped off one shoulder, more rude awakening than a flirtatious style choice.

“No...no...I said no!” Kerry’s voice began to creep up the decibels, his hand cutting through the air aggressively.

Voss rubbed his eyes. The pain was gone but now he felt groggy and slow. The migraine hangover; it would take a couple of days for him to fully recover from this one.

Kerry stopped his pacing when the couch creaked as Voss sat up. The irritated expression flipped to tenderness as Kerry waved his hand for Voss to sit down again.

“No! For the last time Kovachek, I’m not doing it, not without askin'...” He was cut off mid-sentence, his face starting to tint red.

Voss knew what was coming and laid down on his back.

“Cut me off again like that and I swear...”

Kerry’s pacing became more stompy, as much as it could be in his flip-flops. He stopped, held the phone away from his face in disgust at what he heard. He glanced up at Voss who had an arm resting on his forehead.

“Say that again.” Kerry dared when he put the phone back up to his ear. His eyes glared when he heard the words repeated back.

“How...how dare you! How fuckin' dare you!” Kerry’s voice was hushed again. His whole body shook. “Can’t say it to him but you’ll glady pour that poison in my ears...”

The phone bubbled and hummed with the reply.

“Eat my fuckin' ass, Kovachek!” Kerry roared.

The phone was sent flying through the air and smashed into the wall. The glass front made a brittle crack when it shattered.

He turned around to see Voss sitting up again, eyes wide, his mouth open about to speak.

“Not now, babe. Gimme some time alone...” Kerry sighed. His shoulders rose and fell with the breath, his shoulders rounded slightly in on himself, head down as he left with his cigarette case in hand.

[genocidalfetus]

"Y'know, wasn't sure you'd really be here like... if maybe I'd just imagined the last couple months, goin' fully delusional. All the way, 'til I saw you standing on the railing... And now you're here." "And I'm not goin' anywhere again. Promise."

poses: x

[carlos-in-glasses]

Hi! 😍😍

🧃 🍬 🥐 🦋 for the asks please 🥰🥰

Hello Kerry!!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I'm not entirely sure if this means personal fanlore like a headcanon or something lorey about me, so I'm going to sort of blend it and say: After 4x12, I was fully down for Tarlos never having kids. I thought it was quite a unique take to show a couple not being on the same page around starting a family, and it was something I related to a lot for personal reasons. However. However. Then out of the blue I felt ready to read read kidfic, having not really wanted to before. I read @welcometololaland's series Self Control? I Don't Know Her and @three-drink-amy's Teach You How Forever Feels and @ladytessa74's Elijah Verse and @bonheur-cafe's Pour me a cup (or two or three) and now I am obsessed with them becoming dads. Obsessed. I just really want it to happen. It's amazing the impact that fic can have. Everything I linked is so compelling and I just love it!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I've never said this before but........ I don't like TK's name!!! Ahhhh!!! I think he suits initials but I'm not in love with the particular letters together. I also don't think Tyler suits him!!!! Please don't come for me!!! I'm sorry!!

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

FOUR SEASONS TOTAL LANDSCAPING!!! And this girl laughing about it!!!

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Honestly, I've had quite a major dip in confidence for a while now because of work. I feel like the job has grown way beyond my intelligence level and I'm scrambling up the learning curve like someone running along a bridge that is falling away behind them. It's getting me down! Also I guess it goes without saying but season 5 of 911 LS and the excitement but also trepidation about plotlines and things! Also I don't love my hair right now.

Thank you for asking! ❤️

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

[tumblingxelian]

This narrative from the RWDE claiming that the FNDM doesn’t care for RT’s management failures is… frustrating. Mainly in how they less sound concerned and more trying to take the moral high ground.

Because apparently bearing in mind that a company and a production crew below them aren’t innately the same in their wrongdoings is bad.

Plus, their attempted callouts on the CRWBY remind me of Tumblr’s brand of twisting the facts.

Mhm, as I noted elsewhere, anyone who buys not their pseudo moral outrage is being played. RWDE don't care about CRWBY/Workers, they care about having another cudgel to hit the show with for daring not be what they wanted.

If Miles and Kerry announced they were gonna bring Ironwood and Adam back and sidelines the MCs, RWDE would be jubilant and insistent that any 'sacrifice' on part of the team was worth it and or willing and thus OK.

Yeah them conflating members of CRWBY and twisting the facts is another facet of the "Just another cudgel" thing I mentioned. Its why they claim Miles is the one who made transphobic comments and underpaid people.

Again, if they actually care about this stuff they wouldn't still be buying stuff tied to the show, giving it free advertising (Which they do regardless of their whining by putting it in the public eye). And if they 'really' care about workers rights there's a ton of other companies and shows they'd be going after.

But nope, its just his one, cos its not about the workers, its about them.

[blueskyportrait]

V9 commentary: We had to make some cuts on the second half of vol 9 because of budget.

Rwby stans: omg fuck Warner and DC! How dare they pile on such a workload on our besties in crwby!

*video of a con panel from a few months back resurfaces*

Kerry: I talked with some people at RT and Warner if we can make a DC x Rwby crossover movie and we were given the green light!

Rwby stans:

[fallin4fiction]

Struck by Live Gen 6:Pushing through the Bad Moodlets

The first ever family picture for Gen 6 was taken. Neither the parents were included because Rhiannon was working and Kelly had to work the camera. Besides Kora( the redhead and the youngest) , there’s Kerry( the oldest and posing in the middle) and Kassidy.

Shortly after the girls aged up, Thianmon got the news that her mother died. Navneet followed soon after. Guess they were true soul mates after all and couldn’t be without each other.

Rhiannon’s grief even seemed to affect her cooking and there was a fire on Harvestfest. Nor the firefighters or she seemed to know what to do for a moment and the fire spread a bit to the dining room, but they managed to extinguish it.

Neighborhood Brawl soon followed and the girlies were fighting. The game was too chicken to tell us who won though. Kerry is mean so she’s up for a fight and even though Kassidynis a proper sim, she put up her dukes.

Rhiannon tried to push through everything and still went to work on Saturday though she was on the cusp of burning out. Kelly decided to bond with the girls via cooking, but found out he hates it.

Kelly: it’s fine Kelly. You’re teaching the future generation not to burn down the house. Also this food will be delicious l. Never mind the slow prep time…

Kora: Dad, we can hear you talking to yourself over there.

Rhiannon tried to bring the family together and help them all get over this tragedy with guided meditation. Kerry seemed to take a liking to it, or maybe she just wanted to steal the one of the other two seats in the room.

Birthday time nice again and the girls finally got a chance to meet their uncle.

Kerry: Will I resemble a shrimp too when I get old like you?

Noel: How dare you! Also practice your posture.

Rhiannon: if I can’t hear,I can’t discipline.

Kassidy: Who’s blocking the route to the bathroom?

The cake was made at the end of the party because the chef cooked everything except a cake. So, Kelly was appointed the task and made a horrible one the Watcher found placed too late on the table, but the show went on.