#mk caroline

[bunnyscribblesbjd]

some cozy jaellises :)

[retquits]

robin, caroline, and jodi!! i wanted to draw some of the moms of stardew valley 🌷

[gallaghersgal]

Smoke & Mirrors || Lip Gallagher

chapter one of BORDERLINE.

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader (nickname: MK)

warnings & tags: the start of a SLOWburn. idiots with tension. mature for mentions of violence, smoking, swearing, canon typical dialogue and whatnot. y'all've seen the show!

chapter summary: lip gallagher has been your best friend since before you could remember. he's the smartest person you know, so it astounds you how someone like him can be oh so stupid. you're committed to investing in his future, even if he isn't. you won't let your best friend end up stuck on the southside.

a/n: ummmm hi!! wrote basically this whole thing in the last 24hrs. it's unedited and tbh if i look at it for one more second im gonna explode!! enjoy <33

wc: 2.9k

The crisp October air sends a chill down your spine as you usher your younger sister Caroline out the door for school. She groans and rolls her eyes when you grab her by the handle of her backpack, pulling her back to adjust her scarf. At a mere thirteen years old she already carries the same attitude you did at sixteen. “Whatever you’re gonna say, I don’t wanna hear it. You were just sick, dad’ll have my head on a platter if I don’t make you bundle up.”

She stomps her foot, a stupid, childish action that has you mentally swearing to never have kids of your own. Helping raise this one was enough as it is. “It’s not even-” she starts, but you cut her off.

“I said I don’t wanna hear it. Wear your fucking scarf or I’m telling mom you make that tutor kid do your math homework.” You shove her head gently after securing the scarf around her neck and let her stomp down the stairs. “Don’t be a brat.”

She doesn’t answer, instead starting down the street towards the bus stop. Cigarette smoke wafts over the morning air from the Gallagher house. You turn to see Lip on the front stoop, blood shining on his brow as he smokes. You feel a twist in your gut. What did he get himself into this time, you think. The repetitive motion of locking the door comes like second nature and you spend the thirty odd seconds it takes worrying about the boy across the street.

When you turn towards the Gallagher house Caroline is already ahead of you, not waiting until she passes the chain-link fence to call out, “what happened to your face?”

You catch up in time to hear him scoff, “good morning to you too, Kit-Kat,” pulling out her childhood nickname, the one she still hates, that he gave to her when she was barely four. “‘S nothing. Battle scars an’ shit.”

“What the fuck kinda battle did’ya get yourself into?” you ask, leaning down to take his chin between your thumb and forefinger. The cut isn’t too bad, a lot of blood for a relatively small abrasion, but the skin around his eye is already blossoming a dark bruise. Lip stares at you as if to say ‘not in front of the kid,’ and you nod, fishing a five dollar bill out of your pocket. You were saving it for work, but Caroline’s silence is worth more. She raises an eyebrow, to which you snap, “just don’t tell mom, ‘kay? And don’t skip just ‘cause I'm skipping.”

Caroline turns to leave and you extend a hand to Lip, pulling him to stand. Eager fingers reach for his burnt-down cig when he goes to drop it, taking the final hit for yourself before stubbing it out on the sidewalk. “Greedy. Gotta buy y’own pack,” he remarks with a smirk. All it takes is a second to get back across the stress, and once you’re inside he unwraps the scarf from his neck. 

Your eyes catch on his bruised knuckles and you tilt your head to the side with a silent question, you gonna tell me what happened? He sighs, hearing you loud and clear despite not speaking a single word. “Got into it with Frank. He was givin’ Ian shit for no fuckin’ reason.”

“Mm,” you nod, and catch his hand after he runs it nervously through his curls. The bruises there aren’t as bad as the one on his eye, Frank must’ve only gotten one good, drunken swing in. No cuts either, which was good. For all his tough guy exterior, Lip Gallagher couldn’t stand the sting of peroxide. The less you need the better, you think, and a grin plays at your lips when you glance up at him, holding his injured hand up. “Think y’can roll a joint with these?”

His laugh is like music to your ears, revelling in the first grin you’ve seen from him this morning. “Yeah, yeah I can do that, y’wanna jus’ skip the whole day? We could catch a movie ‘r somethin’,” he suggests, following you upstairs to your room.

You shake your head, opening the door to your room for him. “Can't. Calc test in third period. Sit down, ‘m gonna get the first aid kit.” While you get the kit from the shelf in your closet you hear him open your desk drawer, pulling out the grinder and weed jar you keep hidden at the back.

“You got a shirt or somethin’ I could change into? This one smells like Frank’s fuckin’ booze,” Lip scoffs. He shrugs the tee over his head and lights another cigarette, his eyes following your every move with that same boyish twinkle you’d grown fond of over the years. It was always good to remember things weren’t getting to him, not too bad. 

You cast a glare in his direction, silently scolding him, ‘you know better, let me open the window,’ but he only grins in response. Pale morning light illuminates the room when you pull back your blackout curtains and crack the window. The city is still quiet–or, as quiet as it gets in Chicago–and the sounds of gentle wind and birdsong fall softly on your ears.

You settle at his side, first aid kit in one hand and a gray and black sweater of his in the other. Curious fingers reach for a small cut on his shoulder. “What’s this one from?” You trace the gash. It isn’t deep either, but it’ll need to be cleaned so it doesn’t get infected.

“It’s, uh, ’s nothin,” he brushes you off, to which you shoot him a glare. That sets him straight. In a low mumble he simply states, “beer bottle.”

Rage seethes inside you, your jaw tensing as you wet a cotton ball with peroxide. You keep any comments to yourself, not sure how LIp will react. You’re aware of his more than complicated familial relationships–you’d grown up with thim, seeing Frank’s drinking get worse, and the aftermath of Monica leaving–but if there was one constant with the Gallagher kids, it was family first, above everything. You had your opinions of Frank, and you knew Lip shared your distaste more than anything, but that didn’t take away the sensitive nature of the topic. So, you stay quiet, dabbing at the wound with a gentle hand. The sting draws a sharp hiss from him, and it’s then that you realize how flushed he is, his cheeks, neck and chest are a soft pink color. Graciously, you pretend not to notice, so as not to embarrass him further.

When the cut is cleaned and covered with a bandage Lip takes his sweater, pulling it over his head. It leaves his hair mussed and he smoothes a hand through his curls while you tilt his chin up, inspecting the cut on his brow. Blue eyes stare up at you with a vulnerability you’re not used to seeing from the boy you grew up with. At least you know he’s comfortable with you. That’s all.

Comfortable. Friendly. Nothing more. The same as it’s always been.

The way it’s meant to be.

“Quit starin’, get me fixed up so we can smoke this,” Lip grumbles, gesturing towards the rolling tray in his lap. You laugh at that, heart quickening in your chest. Tensions between the two of you had been thick as of late, but underneath it all things remained the same.

“Glad to know you’ve got your priorities straight,” you snort, cleaning up the second wound with peroxide. He takes it better this time, more prepared for the sting, but you still catch the way a few pained tears brim in his bright eyes. 

Soft, parted lips rest under your fingers as you clean the final abrasion. The bruising is the worst here, deep purple hues present across his mouth and down to his chin. He finishes rolling as you’re wiping at the blood that pooled below his lip, a deep red trail spilling down his chin. Your delicate motions are interrupted by Lip bringing the joint up to seal it, licking along the edge of the rolling paper. 

“‘M almost finished, be patient,” you murmur, focused on keeping the disinfectant out of his mouth. A moment later you pull back, swiping vaseline over the split before wiping the excess on his jeans. Payback for interrupting your tending to his wounds. “There. All patched up. Say ‘thank you nurse,’” you tease with a grin.

He’s already flicking the lighter on, holding the flame against the end of the joint to take the first hit for himself. You busy yourself with cleaning up the first aid supplies until he passes it off to you. Thick, earthy smelling smoke flows from his parted mouth, which lifts into a mischievous grin as he hands you the joint. “My lip’s busted up pretty fuckin’ bad. Think y’could kiss it better?”

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his blunt proposal. “Shut up,” you retort with a sharp laugh, before you can even consider it.

Lip throws on an exaggerated frown, “oh, c’mon MK. You know it’d be so fucking hot- ow!” He flinches, chest shaking with laughter as you throw your remote at him. “Okay! Okay, I know I know. You’re not one of my g-”

“Little ghetto girlfriends,” you tease, repeating the drunken dig an alibi patron had once thrown at Lip. 

“Exactly.”

You shake your head, laughing at him for a moment. “You’re never getting in my pants Gallagher. I’ve known you since we were three. It’s wrong,” you lie. Lip is your best friend, the same role he’s filled your entire life, side by side since the two of you were in diapers. But your rejection stems from something deeper than that.

Lip Gallagher is inconsistent. You can’t exactly call him unfaithful if he never truly commits to one girl, but he’s not one for relationships. He’s flighty. He runs from affection. More often than not he buries his true feelings under snark and insults, weed, booze, and–when all else fails–aggression. That doesn’t mean you didn’t love him, it doesn’t mean you had no feelings for him, it just gives you reason to brush off his advances. For now, it can remain a little game between the two of you.

Months ago, when these unwanted feelings began to blossom in your chest, you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t be just another girl he messed around with. You aren’t willing to let him mess this thing up for the both of you.

Eager to change the subject you move to your desk, pulling out an informational packet from MIT. Before you can get a word out Lip is shaking his head, casting a skeptical glare in your direction. “Hey, come on. I just want you to apply.” You lean to hand the packet over but he reaches for the joint instead, which you pull away quickly.

“No you come on, why would I apply to MIT, seriously,” he shoots back, refusing to take the folder from your hand. He settles more comfortably in your bed, laying back against the pillows and staring up at the ceiling instead of meeting your eyes. “Bunch ‘f ivy league reject pricks ridin’ on daddy’s money. You’re lucky I’m even applying to schools in town.” Greedy hands reach forward for the joint again and you yield with a sigh, passing it over. As an afterthought, you toss the packet to him as well.

“Just consider it, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think about it,” he says. You don’t need anything but the way he avoids your eyes to know it’s a lie. 

You purse your lips, throwing an icy stare his way. Lip Gallagher may be your best friend, but you’re not going to take any of his shit. “Have you even got any applications in?”

The question seems to take him by surprise, tendrils of smoke curling from the corner of his parted lips. “I’ve got a few,” another lie.

“Really? What schools,” you question, head tilted to the side with a knowing look. “Don’t lie to me, I know you better than anyone. I can tell.”

He laughs at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fine, you got me. I haven’t applied anywhere yet.” The end of the joint has a good stretch of ash, which he’s trying to keep precariously attached while he takes another hit. 

“Scoot,” you mumble, grabbing your own binder of college information packets. He stretches one arm back towards your desk to snag your heart shaped ashtray and knocks the ash off, then lays the tray in the space between your bodies. You settle in beside him, your knees propped comfortably over the throw pillow that always ended up in the middle of your bed. One hand takes the joint and the other opens your binder. 

Pages upon pages of information, campus maps, scholarship pamphlets, and your hand written tuition calculations make Lip go a little cross eyed as you flip towards a page with a yellow tab. “Okay. Here, look,” you point at the information you’d circled, reading Engineering B.S., training the Innovators of Tomorrow. “UI Urbana-Champaign. Great engineering program–” you flip the page over “–and scholarships for kids from underserved communities.”

You settle the joint between your lips, flipping through a few more pages. After a deep inhale you use it to gesture towards the page. “Or UChicago, that way you’d be close to home. They’ve got this thing called inner city promise. Smart kids, like you, from certain high schools with certain academic records and test scores can get full rides.” You run a finger down the short list, stopping at a familiar name and tapping it. “See? Lincoln Grove High School. You’d qualify, Lip.”

“‘M not some fuckin’ charity case,” he grumbles, snatching the burnt-down joint from your hand. “You’re a pain in my ass, y’know that?”

“Oh I’m a pain?” you snap, turning on your side to glare at him. “For what, believing in you? For not taking any of your self-deprecating, avoidant bullshit?”

He shrugs then, and the action is almost shy. He’s embarrassed. You have this innate ability to see him, the way no one else does. You scare yourself with it sometimes. “Just don’t know why you care so much,” he mumbles.

The sigh that leaves you is a deep, tired one. Convincing him of these things has always been difficult. For as smart as he is, Lip can be so infuriatingly stupid. “You’re smart, Lip. You’ve always been smart. I dunno what I would do if I went off to college and you stayed here. In this shithole.”

He doesn’t laugh the way you expect him to. He doesn’t brush it off. He just stares.

“We made a pact, did you forget?” you continue. He shakes his head silently, the far off look in his eyes letting you know he’s remembering that day. 

The day the two of you spent drinking by the pool. Making promises to each other. You’d said you would make it out, and you would do it together. You’d made Lip promise you that he’d give it a try, and stupidly you believed him. Or was it stupid? You’re not ready to give up yet. 

“I don’t want to do it without you,” you admit to him.

Lip looks at you, his blue eyes softening. “Do what without me?” You shake your head, scooting closer to rest your head on his shoulder. He stubs out the joint and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Friendly, comfortable affection. The kind you were used to. “C’mon MK, spit it out.”

“Any of it,” you return. “Don’t think I could get through another four years of school if you’re not doing it with me.”

“Yeah? What if we’re at different schools, dumbass,” he retorts, but his palm soothes across your arm, a contrast to his words. “You gonna follow me to MIT, since y’want me to go so bad?”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, turning to look up at him with a grin playing at your lips. He got what he wanted. He made you laugh. “I’ll call you every night.”

“Every night huh?” he says with a smirk. “Cockblocking me from a thousand miles away is just like you, isn’t it.”

You shove him playfully, sitting up to move the ashtray off your bed. The MIT packet lays somewhere at the foot of the bed and you search through the pillows to find it. Instead of handing it to Lip, you just tuck it into his backpack, handing the bag to him after. “Well yeah, can’t have you getting distracted by the chess team girls,” you joke back. 

He lays there in your bed, looking up at you with that stupid grin of his. All bared teeth and mischief, the same one you’d seen all those years ago. You stay silent for a moment longer before you stand, holding out a hand to pull him up. 

“You sure we can’t just skip?”

“No, ‘ve got a test, remember? Gotta keep my grades up if ‘m gonna follow you all the way to MIT,” you say, and shakes his head with a laugh. Maybe he’s coming around to the idea. “Come on, I’ll drive us.”

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[weaverpop]

Syntax (& maybe Macaque too) caring for Wukong after the burnout gets too much.

And most people assuming he's an idiot and not recognizing his intelligence def ain't helping.

Poor baby

Yeah, if he lets them. I think a line from Bojack horseman, from the character Princess Caroline, sums up Wukongs mindset best.

“My life is a mess right now. And I compulsively take care of other people when I don’t know how to take care of myself.” - Princess Caroline.

It’s something he, sadly, shares with Mk. The fact that people downplay his intelligence doesn’t help with the slump. He works so hard only to be cut down each time. Syntax and Macaque have to practically pin him down and sit on him in order to make him rest.

It would mostly be Mac doing the pinning, since the darker simian would be more experienced. Syntax would be the one cuddling Wukong and reassuring him that those people are just the dumb ones, and that they could never understand because they could barely understand their own stupidity. (He’s not good at it, but it makes the king laugh, so it’s a win)

Erlang doesn’t really know what to do, but he’s there for moral support.

Erlang: “I had always assumed people were exaggerating. All your plans against the Jade Emperor were too calculated to be mere coincidence.”

Wukong, nested between Syntax and Macawue: “Really? 🥺”

Erlang: “Of course?? Was it not obvious??”

Macaque: “Most people are not quite as observant, love.”

[internetskiff]

The more I think about the Mainframe Chassis the more it sounds like some fucked up MK Ultra experiment. This thing gives you an extreme euphoric response comparable to that of cocaine (paired with the eventual diminishing returns) whenever someone finishes a test. When a core is attached, it becomes a voice inside your head (and apparently may even restrict your physical actions if we trust ughhhh Lego Dimensions). Like holy shit how can you NOT expect someone to go mad when attached to this thing?? It's literally designed to ruin you. Imagine what Cave would've been like if he survived long enough to be put into this thing. Though I do wonder if all these weird mental inhibitors were added on specifically for Caroline since she might be a "less than willing" inheritor.

Don't get me wrong though, I'm not in the "the mainframe makes everyone EVIL!" camp. That shits bogus. Both Wheatley and GLaDOS were dubious individuals from the start, all the chassis ever did is wear them down slowly over time (at least in Wheatley's case, GLaDOS seems to be slightly better off? Debatable when you consider that she tested a vault's worth of test subjects to death in a single week)

It's definitely an extremely cruel contraption, but I wouldn't really put all the blame on it for Wheatley's actions (honestly it sounds like an excuse he himself would use). He basically went on a power trip fueled by both his own insecurities and addiction to the weird pleasure response hard-wired into it.

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Adaine/Fig/Ayda vs Em/Sofia/Dale from Dimension 20

Kala/Wolfgang/Rajan vs Lito/Hernando/Daniela from Sense 8

Willow/Luz/Amity vs Willow/Hunter/Gus from The Owl House

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Selina/Harley/Ivy vs Tim/Bernard/Kon from DC

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[paperlovesadness]

Hi milex friend! I am new in this fandom but completely overwhelmed by MK-AT ❤️ story. I noticed that Alex mentioned Sinatra's "Don't worry about me" in at least 3 interviews from late 2022. Could this be like an (sad, judging by lyrics) indirect message answering to Mile's "Caroline"? I find the song's choice weird, even if it's used in an artistic context. Or maybe I am reaching too far??? Btw, great work at interpreting song lyrics! Thanks xx

Hi lovely frieeend 💛

I don't know if I'd personally connect it directly with Miles' "Caroline" since there's really no basis in the interviews to connect them. But I do admit that the Sinatra lyrics are an interesting counterbalance to that song (and also to some of the songs Miles' keeps recommending in his stories for example).

Not sure it's a complicated message system to one other on their part necessarily - but you know, I think a song that someone is particularly connecting with in a certain time in their life can tell a lot about what they're going through.

It's why I find the songs Miles' posts kind of compelling (especially because like 98% of them are centered around the same topic of longing & missing & waiting & hoping).

So it's entirely possible that the "Don't worry about me" lyrics meant/mean something more to Alex with how much he mentioned it.

(It's so sad though. So maybe I'm just hoping he like the melody or the vibe alone 👀 or relates it to someone else 🫣)

Thank you for the kind words and reaching out ❤️

(And welcome to the madness!)

[thosetwofirefighters]

🎶 Music Tag 🎶

thank youuu @eddiediaztho for the tag!! I did this one a while back, but I am more than happy to do it again! I love tag games like this <3

rules: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters

Turn Up the Beef (feat. Emma Stone) - The Lonely Island (please, I'm begging you, if you haven't seen Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping, go watch it) Happy - Kesha Obsessions - MARINA Sloppy (feat. UPSAHL) - KiNG MALA Elephant - Sizzy Rocket

Tear the Night Up - Aly & AJ Welcome to My Island - Caroline Polachek Overture - Arm's Length

Fish Out of Water - Carlie Hanson I Am Sin - FLAVIA Ruin My Life - Zolita Erase You - Rebecca Black Fruity - chloe moriondo Island - Miley Cyrus Girlfriend - Hemlocke Springs Hotel Room - Lauren Sanderson To Be Young - chloe mk Elevation - Gia Woods Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan Safe Places - Cassidy King

definitely not tagging 20 of y'all lmao no pressure @mooshkat @the-likesofus @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @paqerings @wheelsupin-five @lilbuddie <3

[rannnem]

idk if anyone's done this yet, but

au where undertale characters replace coraline characters

frisk is coraline obviously, instead of being misnamed as caroline they're misnamed as chara

toriel and asgore are coralines parents

undyne is miss forcible and alphys is miss spink

mk is wybie

mettaton is bobinski, the jumping mice are his little mini mettaton bullets

flowey is the cat

the beldam is muffet and the rats are little spiders

sans is the landlady / wybie's grandma and Papyrus is his missing sister (this is the funniest thing I've ever typed)

the previous fallen humans are the missing children

I think the door to the other world that's in the book would look like the door in the ruins/exit to the underground and the tunnel itself would look like the barrier, the creepy living creature feel of the tunnel really fits with the eerie breathing sound of the barrier

what do you two think?

[eviji]

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OCs

johns. evil henchman (coeus lore belongs to vitalphenomena but otherwise this is a very flexible muse for verses).

john fallows. upstart courtier turned vampire during the 1500s. plodding along in modern verses in miami.

dmitri dobrygin. 1970s monster hunter as an excuse to be a violent psycho. boomer stereotype. john's estranged adopted son. old man in modern verses.

balma. standard cave witch

rifat hordiyenko. soviet-ukrainian cosmonaut survives horrors of space through cannibalism and pop-and-locking. doing pills in the midnight kebab shop near you.

deco lakatos. air strike survivor who doesn't see anything wrong with his well-paid career as a lethality analyst for a well-known weapons company

elfgar mason. master builder. i'm bringing him back but he needs renovating.

COEUS* VOICETESTS

*Coeus is an evil scientific research facility that grows superpowered babies in jars.

caroline "carrie" holden. former US air force nepo baby. currently an audit inspector with an eye for inefficiency. not a Coeus employee. likes the monotony/hates the travel. she is a walking blazer who is an open book. an open blazer.

nina theyer. scathing, beautiful, former wealthy heiress stuck in the desert. her husband is a scientist. she lives in a beautiful house and homeschools her fragile son. believes in eugenics.

philippa gaul. coeus employee. her clerical experience and medical background makes her a jack of all trades on base but she is primarily dick and jacqueline hayes' assistant. "does everything right and doesn't need to be careful anymore."

janet "net" loyola. Coeus employee. military contracted security guard. her principles have glaring blind spots.

guard 2. Coeus employee. i'm not gonna give him a name but he's fun (bad)

johns. child soldier brainwashed MK Ultra style before the baby jar era of Coeus. left behind, currently a guard.

CANONS / VOICETESTS

sir arthur holmwood / lord godalming. dracula character. vampire verse available

dr jack seward, dracula. 1907 verse available where he's been sent to old timey rehab

lex luthor, DC

driver, drive (2011)

rustin cohle, true detective

faramir of gondor, the lord of the rings

shipley knight. son of a religious cult leader (character and lore belongs to vitalphenomena). bitch boy killed his mother kills women with his dad.

[pazodetrasalba]

Big Crunch

Dear Caroline:

The expanding moral circle is a well-beloved metaphor in EA circles. At the moment, and due to the unfortunate events of the last years, your own actantial circle has diminished considerably, in what is undoubtedly a cruel, ironical twist of fate. Trust is a very delicate flower - perhaps one of the reasons why signaling and living up to strong deontological constraints proves to be so useful in getting it to flourish, and right now, the degree of social confidence in you amongst the wide public is in deep, negative numbers. They are wrong, of course. If I were to couch this in economic terms, there's a great arbitrage that can be done in investing in your essentially virtuous character and in the practical good that will come of it in days to come.

I am sure it must pain you to think not only of the bad you've done, but of the limited good that you are currently able to do. Even that little seems to get snatched away from you, as the passage from the letter above seems to imply. And even the very little that still is accessible to you will be diminished soon, sifting through your fingers like stars or grains of sand, after you've had given yourself into custody.

And yet: never despair, dear Caroline! Once's capacity for good can ben diminished, but never destroyed; delayed, but never stopped; hidden behinds mists and darkness, but never fully concealed. In the shores of the stygian realm to which you go there will be people you can help, and in helping them, help yourself. For I am certain you will be a light in the darkness, and that everything your humbled self will attempt will bear good fruit. As for those actions beyond the prison walls, some will still be there and kept alive, even is somewhat slowed down and at a distance; others will have to wait until your return, and wait they will, as the degree of evil, pain and suffering in the world is a quantity that seems almost constant to the intuition, even if it prove not so with the data: “The poor you will always have with you” (Mk 14:7).

The 'Big Crunch' is, if I remember well, one of the cosmological theories about what will happen, in the long term, with this Universe of ours. The current consensus is that it will expand forever, getting thinner and thinner, with less and less matter close by. Some time ago, the possibility of it bouncing back-and-forth was also considered: after reaching a certain distance, it would begin to contract in a 'big crunch' until it reaches again a maximal concentration in an infinitesimal point and starts the cycle of expansion anew. Whatever the laws be of our cosmos, I am confident in your own rebound: you too should have faith in your future, one from which much good is to be expected, and for people to regain the trust in you which has been so sadly and unfortunately lost.

[mghiggins]

Night Club Musical Act 106: It's Gonna Be Juicy

djbigdirty.com 

1.  [00:00] Intro

2. [00:37] Alex Kislove feat Leo Wood- Dream Sequence {DistroKid}

3. [05:10] Darren Tate feat Robyn Sherwell- Gone {Anjunadeep}

4. [10:13] John Summit, Paige Cavell- Tears {Experts Only}

5. [14:46] Paradoks, Jono Stephenson feat Frynn- Pulle Me to You {Purified}

6. [19:06] beSonic- Next to You {beSonic}

7. [23:58] Oliver Smith- Make Me Feel {Anjunabeats}

8. [28:01] Gorgon City, Caroline Byrne- All That You Need {A Positiva}

9. [31:24] Calvin Harris x Ellie Goulding- Miracle (Kream Remix} {White}

10. [34:24] Genix- Dance Like Nobody’s Watching {Anjunabeats}

11. [38:36] Because of Art- Transient {Last Night on Earth}

12. [42:50] KREAM- Wicked Game {Tomorrowland}

13. [46:37] Kryder- Fade Til Sunrise {White}

14. [51:07] Diplo, Julia Church, Hugel- Stay High (Skytech Remix) {White}

15. [54:51] MK- Body 2 Body (MEDUZA Remix) {Ultra}

16. [57:52] Jaytech- Limbo {Anjunabeats}

17. [01:01:17] Gorgon City, Mougleta- How Do You Love {A Positiva}

18. [01:05:18] Will Easton feat Émilie Rachel- Rainfall {SHĖN}

19. [01:10:08] Rebuke, The Blaze, Otto Knows, The Dice of Night & Alex Aris, Selace- Hooked On Your Lovin’ (Mashup) {White}

20. [01:13:26] Morgin Madison, HILYTE, Kayrae- Don’t Look Back {Enhanced}

21. [01:17:45] Hannah Wants feat Clemetine Douglas- Cure My Desire {Defected}

Check out this episode of dj bigdirty's night club musical

[mcacnshow]

At the Muscle Car and Corvette Nationals show we like to spotlight the Ladies in several ways. One is with our Leading Lady awards, Presented by MK Insurance. Tamra Perto, owner of MK Insurance is the Official Sponsor of these very special awards. To be eligible, cars must be owned and/or maintained by a Lady, and we do require proof. I am happy to say that for the past five shows, we have seen a significant increase in female participation. Of course, several are "regulars" like our Official Spokesmodel Adrianna, who races in the Pure Stock Muscle Car Drags, as does her Mom Caroline and her sisters. Our good friend Carol Croxford pictured here, has shown several of her Superbirds with us and of course Aster Ogle is another awesome lady owner. Remember Asters' Hemi 'cuda convertible? YES...that really is hers! Last year we also had Ladies in several of our special displays and also as individual entrants, and I'm happy to say that is the case already for 2024.

[gallaghersgal]

THE SPINS, lip gallagher.

c3 of BORDERLINE. lip x bsf!reader (nickname, MK)

character intros; adri & caro

TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. mostly angst & hurt/comfort, some fluff. labor & birth mentions (karen), drinking & smoking (🚬+🍃), angry lip, tw for emetophobia; small scene w/ throwing up.

CHAPTER SUMMARY → karen jackson going into labor and stealing your best friend away on new years eve has to be the worst possible outcome of the day. right?

A/N → hi everyone!! thank u sm for keeping up with this little story of mine, i love it dearly!! enjoy the chapter, bc i know something u don't..... mwahahaha 😈

WC → 2.2k

You wait outside the corner store, Chicago winter wind chilling your fingers as you smoke the last cig from the pack of Marlboros Lip left in your car last week. He’s late. Not that Lip is often punctual, but he’s never twenty minutes late for a bagel sandwich and a hard cider. It’s New Year’s Eve. The two of you always pregame for the holiday when you wake up–often late in the day–and you always do it together. Torn between your fake ID for alcohol and your phone to call Lip, you stuff the plastic into your wallet, freeing your hand to dial his number.

New phone. You’d dropped your old one on Christmas. Into Lake fucking Michigan, of all places. You were trying to get a cool picture with your sister. Regardless of how it happened, all your contacts disappeared with your old phone. It’s a good thing you have his number memorized.

The line rings. It rings over, and over, and over again. Lip’s voicemail message plays. You redial. 

“Hey! MK, look I can’t—” he cuts himself off, and you hear muffled rushing behind him like he’s somewhere fluttering with activity.

“Where are you?” you ask. The other end is quiet. Not silent, though. There are muffled voices and a beeping that has your mind swimming. “Lip Gallagher, where the hell are you?” you ask again.

The receiver crackles like he’s shifting it around, followed by a plastic sound. “Listen, uh,” he starts, sounding frustrated. “Kar’s water broke, she’s goin’ into labor. So, I won’t be at Adri’s party t’night.”

You don’t answer at first, too stunned. You’ve been telling yourself there’s no way this is real. No fucking way you were going to watch your best friend throw away his life for a girl he knocked up at seventeen. A girl who treats him like shit.

A girl who isn’t you.

“Kind of a big fuckin’ deal, y’know,” he mutters. 

You hear the dejection in his voice and decide you won’t be the one to ruin his important day. “Go enjoy it, Lip,” you tell him, “I can’t wait to meet your son sometime.”

There’s a smile in his voice when he responds. “Yeah, thanks. I uh- gotta go, text’ya later,” he says quickly, then the line goes silent.

After hanging up the phone you stare across the street in silence. Eventually your feet guide you back to your car, and muscle memory drives you to Adri’s house. You blare music through your speakers, loud enough to drown out any thought. You’re not ready to process it, not until you get a second opinion, maybe a third. One shaking hand on the steering wheel, you dial your sister’s number.

Roughly an hour later you’re sprawled on Adri’s bed, halfway through a pint of your favorite ice cream. “What the fuck,” you complain for the millionth time, because apparently a second and third opinion on the situation didn’t soothe the uneasy feeling deep in your gut. 

“Hey uh, MK?” Adri asks, holding your phone out to you. “You have a text from Mandy.”

Caroline pauses the game she’s playing on Adri’s TV to whip her head around. “Mandy Milkovich?” she asks in disbelief.

You roll your eyes, “yeah it’s Mandy fuckin’ Milkovich, how many Mandys do we know huh?” Adri crowds behind you as you tap the notification, reading the words in silence. 

Mandy: micks said ian told him the babys asian Mandy: so, not lips kid Mandy: this is a shitshow

Adri mutters ‘oh shit’ and Caro clambers up into the bed, taking your phone to read for herself. You barely notice her, it’s like the world is silent as your mind spins. “I-I have to go, I have to–” you stumble over your words, but Adri grabs your arm. “I have to make sure he’s okay.”

Adri stares you down, keeping you in her grip. You try to pull away but shes strong. “He isn’t your responsibility, you don’t have to fix him.”

Caro giggles, and you glare, pushing her off the corner of Adri’s bed. You snatch your phone back from the mattress, but Adri takes it from your hand immediately. “No, you’re not letting a Gallagher boy ruin our new year’s eve.”

Lip doesn’t remember how he ended up at Adri’s. He downed two shots in the kitchen with a girl in a sparkly skirt, her hand kept landing on his chest but he didn’t respond to her advances. He’s not sure how he got outside either, he just knows his fingers are ice cold in spite of the whiskey coursing through his veins. He’s not sure when you came outside either, stumbling a little down your own stairs as you rush to him with a coat. All he knows is that he wants a smoke.

“It’s freezing! What the fuck are you doing out here?” You hurry to his side and wrap his bare arms in the coat. His fingers shake, and you attempt to take both of his hands in your own.

“Havin’ a smoke,” he explains, jerking his hands away in favor of the pack of Marlboros in his pocket. “Y’got a light?”

You’re worried, seeing the way his fingers fumble with the pack. He’s so far gone. Feeling a wave of protectiveness and pity wash over you, you nod. You remove one glove to flick your lighter, lighting the cigarette that hangs from his lips. He takes a deep drag, blowing the smoke out before passing it to you. Pursed lips make room for the filtered end, and warm smoke fills your lungs. Fuck, you can taste the whiskey on it. You’re doubtful he’ll even remember where he is in the morning. 

You smoke down half of the cig while Lip stands next to you, shaky hands shoved in his pockets and neck craned toward the sky. It’s not like he can see anything, not with the lights of the city. You’re not sure why he’s doing it at all. You nudge him gently, passing back the cigarette.

He takes the thing between his fingers, gesturing towards the sky. Worried hands hover near his sides but he keeps his balance. “No fuckin’ stars,” he grumbles, “who’d want to grow up like that, huh?”

“We grew up like that,” you remind him cynically. Your stomach twists, not  “Lip, look at me. What happened?”

Teary blue eyes meet your gaze. One shaking hand brings the cig to his lips, inhaling a slow drag. He blows the smoke away from your face, then drops it on the ground. 

“‘S almost midnight,” Lip slurs, hooking an arm around your waist and pointing to the large bay window looking in on your living room. The TV shows the times square ball starting it’s descent. Sixty seconds. “I-I was gonna kiss m’son… at midnight. Fuck—“ he stumbles, tugging you with him. 

You plant your feet down, hands gripping his sides to keep him steady. “How much did you drink?”

“As much as I fucking wanted,” he snaps. Forty-five. “Thought I was havin’ a baby with a girl I love, a-an’ she let some other fuckin’ guy knock her up.” He looks at you with teary eyes, and you realize you’ve never seen him this upset. 

A worse friend would’ve said I told you so.

“Hey, hey,” you urge, one hand grasping his chin. He still clings to you, arm locked on your middle to keep himself up. “Lip, in a year she won’t even cross your mind. It’ll b-“

You’re silenced when he shouts at you. “Don’t! Don’t start with the ‘it’ll pass’ bullshit.” Thirty. His arm circles you closer, getting in your face to prove a point. Maybe he’s trying to scare you, defending his heart how he’s been taught. “It all comes an’ fuckin’ goes, I get it!” Twenty.

“I’m not going anywhere Lip. Okay?” Your hands move to grip his shoulders, keeping his attention on you. Ten. You repeat yourself, softer this time. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me, and you’ve got a future. Forget her.”

Five. Four. Three. Two. 

Lip looks at you with hazy blue eyes. Before you know what’s happening, his lips are on yours.

One.

His arm curls around your back, fingers clutching the fabric of your dress. He tastes like whiskey and smoke, his features etched with regret when he pulls back for air. “Don’t you ever leave me,” he pleads against your lips, voice a low growl.

Maybe it’s the seltzers you’ve downed tonight, maybe it’s the desperate sound of his voice, but you find yourself kissing Lip Gallagher again. It’s a messy affair, his teeth knocking against your own. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it before, of course you have. You spend nearly every day with him, your friendship always teetering on the edge of something more but never quite tipping.

Happy fucking New Year.

You should’ve seen it coming. His knees buckling, body bending over as he falls onto the concrete. “Fuck! What the fuck!?” His eyes are barely open, looking up at you for a quick second before he’s spewing god knows how many drinks into the bushes. “Okay, okay. Alright, sleeves up buddy,” you tell him, forcing down the churn in your own stomach to kneel beside him.

His brow shines with sweat, and between gags he manages, “‘m s-so fuckin’ hot,” in a hoarse grumble. You remove the same jacket you’d placed so carefully on his shoulders minutes before. While his body cools down, the nausea subsides enough for Lip to stand with your aid. 

“Come on, inside. Now,” you urge. He has the presence of mind not to protest. Not now, not after everything he’s just put you through. His body remains pliant as you lead him into the now empty kitchen. You bend him over the sink, one hand holds his curls to keep him steady over the basin as you pull out the spray nozzle.

“What’re y’-” he grumbles, but you shush him.

“Gotta rinse y’mouth out,” you murmur. Lip seems barely coherent as he nods. With one finger you test the water temperature, making sure it’s cool enough to maybe wake him up a little. Water spills from the corners of his mouth as you spray it at him, annoyed noises bubbling up from his throat. 

Adri appears at your side, her brow furrowed slightly at the situation. “Fuck, MK, he’s like. Not okay,” she says, teeth worrying her lower lip. 

You shut the water off, helping him stand back up. A simple shake of your head lets Adri know not to push it, and she understands. One of her arms wraps around Lip’s middle, steadying him further. “You’re gonna go upstairs and get some rest,” you tell him.

In his drunken state Lip can barely walk, let alone haul himself up the stairs. When you finally get him to the game room you notice the wet, grass stained knees of his grey sweatpants. The long sleeve tee he’s wearing can’t be comfortable either, the front practically soaked with alcohol. “Need to get you out of these clothes.”

“Don’ got anything,” he responds.

“Fuck,” you curse, leaving Adri to support him so you can dig through your overnight bag. You find your old, loose tee and black sweats, then turn back to Lip. “Okay, well, you’re wearing mine then.”

Adri makes sure he’s standing fine on his own two feet before moving to give you two some privacy. Before leaving she comes to your side, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Gonna go kick everyone out, it’s nearly one. But I’ll be up. Come talk,” she whispers. She steps back to look at you clearly, concern evident on her face. 

“I’m okay AJ,” you whisper back. The tears in your eyes betray you, but she doesn’t say anything.

As you step to his side Lip doesn’t move but he mumbles, “I c’n do it m’self,” when you begin to remove his shirt. You huff in response, rolling your eyes and continuing the motion.

“Yeah, right.” Your knuckles brush his toned stomach, you must be imagining the way he shivers under your touch. It’s like dressing a toddler, but you manage to pull the tee over his head, the fabric clinging to his chest and arms. You keep your gaze towards his face, attempting to be respectful as you untie his sweats. As if you’ve never seen him naked before. But of course that was years ago, when you were kids. Regardless, grey fabric falls to the floor and you use an arm around his waist to keep him steady as he steps into your sweatpants. 

Lip drops his head to your shoulder as you tie the strings for him. Your heart nearly stops. “Tired?” you murmur, hand coming to rub his back instinctively. You can feel his fingers curl into your sides to hold you close. Again, you think how you’ve never seen him like this. Vulnerable, his heart aching. If karma was real, Karen Jackson would have ceased to exist already, from all the shit she’s done to him. But the powers that be are cruel, you know that by now. 

What you don’t know is that your best friend will wake up in the morning with a headache, and no recollection of the night before…

THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to my lovely @carmybrainworms. beta'd by @tinyphantomsalad

[dzismis]

Ayman Odeh i koalicje nienawiści

Ayman Odeh i koalicje nienawiści

Caroline Glick 9 grudnia MK Ayman Odeh spotkał się w Nowym Jorku z sekretarzem generalnym ONZ Antonio Guterresem. Odeh stoi na czele partii Hadash i jest współliderem pięcioosobowej frakcji Wspólnej Listy Arabskiej w Knesecie, wraz z MK Ahmedem Tibi. W trakcie ich spotkania Odeh podobno przekazał petycję do Rady Praw Człowieka ONZ. W swojej petycji Odeh zażądał, aby Rada potępiła Izrael za brak…

[throuple-tournament]

Round 2

Rules + Round 1

Group 1

Marco/Star/Tom vs Zuko/Suki/Sokka

Rilla/Arum/Damien vs Adaine/Fig/Ayda

Haru/Legosi/Louis vs Hajime/Nagito/Chiaki

Red Son/Mei/MK vs Mickey/Goofy/Donald

Selina/Harley/Ivy vs Jason/Roy/Koriand'r

Group 2

Shiver/Frye/Big Man vs Soldier/Demoman/Zhanna

Draculaura/Clawdeen/Frankie vs Kyle/Rogelio/Lonnie

Ichika/Nene/Kanade vs Marius/Ivy/Raphaella

Jaskier/Geralt/Yennefer vs Elizabeth/Jack/Will

Bonnie/Caroline/Elena vs Kala/Wolfgang/Rajan

Group 3

Sadie/Walt/Anubis vs Quibli/Winter/Moonwatcher

James/Leonard/Spock vs Finn/Rey/Poe

Raz/Lilli/Dogen vs Steve/Alex/Herobrine

Merlin/Gwen/Arthur vs Arthur/Lancelot/Guinevere

Thanatos/Zagreus/Megaera vs Vincent/Victor/Albert

Group 4

Willow/Amity/Luz vs Sasha/Marcy/Anne

Wu/Li/Gao vs Vlad/Nathan/Ursula

Ichigo/Minto/Retasu vs Neptune/Uranus/Pluto

Dorian/Orym/Fearne vs Grendan/Gyorik/Rose

Chel/Tulio/Miguel vs Sam/Tucker/Danny

Group 5

Joonghyuk/Sooyoung/Dokja vs Camille/Nyra/Dendro

Misa/L/Light vs Trevor/Sypha/Alucard

Quentin/Eliot/Arielle vs Lucy/George/Anthony

Clay/Apollo/Klavier vs Abigail/Sam/Sebastian

Parker/Hardison/Elliot vs Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori + Vivi/Arthur/Lewis