#neighbour keegan

[n1ghtfurys]

Cream

I saw this idea on tiktok and I don't know where I found it but I had to do something with it so if anyone knows who posted the original idea please tell me so I can credit them :)

Second part

Keegan being flirty↓

You hated parties, always have, always will but your roommate, and best friend, loves them. She has one almost every week, sometimes it's university friends, sometimes work friends but this time it's a party for all of the people in your building.

You hate it, it's loud and annoying and people keep trying your locked door. Probably so they can come and hook up on your bed, fucking animals. It's not even like you dislike the people in your building, you just hate parties.

It's moments like these that make you curse your minimum wage job, if only you could have a mini fridge. You wouldn't have to go out there to get the lemonade you so desperately wanted. You've been arguing with yourself over it for a good twenty minutes.

You tried texting your roommate, then calling but she's probably borderline dry humping some guy in the middle of your living room right now. You kind of respect her ability to do that, envy it sometimes. And anyway, you'll probably hear about this guy's sexual skills tomorrow over lunch.

When you finally come to the conclusion that you're doomed to have to leave the sanctuary of your bedroom, you reluctantly open the door. The noise is worse out here. It's shitty club music and the bass is so hard that the cups on the table near the speaker are shaking. Like you expected, your roommate has her tongue down someone's throat, the girl from the floor above actually. She has short brown hair and so far, in your three years of living here you haven't seen her not in a flannel. Upon a quick look around you find that most of your younger neighbours are here.

You almost drop your phone when your eyes land on Keegan. Not only is he so rarely home, because of deployment, you also never took him as a party goer. Equally you find him incredibly attractive and have made a consistent fool of yourself around him, he's always friendly but you assume that's because your best friend is hot and also a bit of a psycho. The last time you saw him, you walked into the door of the lift and your friend simply told him that she knew where he lived, he grinned but nodded and kept his laughter to a minimum or at least he tried to.

You turn so quickly that you walk straight into the boy who lives across the hall from you. He's sweet really, you apologise and hope that Keegan didn't see that because that would be yet another time you made a fool out of yourself, and in your own house. God all you wanted was lemonade.

You look down at the floor and try not to come off as embarrassed as you feel, you just want to get back to your room as fast as you can. When you finally make it to the fridge you grab the lemonade but notice that you've still got left over whipped cream. Your roommate convinced you to get some the last time you went shopping, you can't really remember why but it's there now.

You can't resist it, so you tilt your head back and squirt some into your mouth. As you go to replace the cream you're stopped by a voice, a voice you can place immediately. One that makes your knees weak.

“Got any left?” Keegan looks down at you, his mask concealing all but his steely blue eyes.

“Um what?” You heard what he said but you're frozen and it's like your brain has gone into low power mode.

“Whipped cream.” He clarifies, looking between you and the canister. You stare at him, you probably look like such an idiot.

“You want some?” You ask as if you don't know, as if it's not incredibly obvious.

“Yeah, just squirt some in my mouth.” You try to ignore how dirty that sounded and also try to stop your mind from drifting to how he would sound saying other things.

He pulls his mask up just over his nose. “Um okay?” You reach up but the angle is awkward, you haven't really processed how much taller than you he actually is. “Sorry you can just…um.” You hold the whipped cream out for him but he shakes his head.

You give him a confused look and he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you opening his mouth.

You stare down at him utterly bewildered, a smirk plays on his lips as he looks at your expression.

“Better?”

You stare, glued to the spot and completely frozen for a moment before you come back to reality and conscious thought.

“Um yeah..”

He opens his mouth again and you press down on the nozzle until the cream fills his mouth. You try desperately to keep your thoughts from wondering. You hope he doesn't know how much that affected you but the flush on your cheeks probably does nothing to hide it.

“Thanks princess.” He smirks as he gets up and rolls his mask back over his lips. You take a moment before putting the whipped cream back just to regain your motor control.

The image of him on the floor in front of you with a mouth full of whipped cream will be burned into your retinas for the rest of your life and did he just call you princess? Fuck, now you needed to go back to your room but for a whole different reason.

[quiltedlovers]

im having such a great run with fiction right now and largely with fiction written by women which is so sick

[sweetiecutie]

Part three: daddy kink~ 🩷Kinktober Masterlist🩷

Pairing: Keegan P Russ x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni choking, spitting, daddy kink, size kink, omg this is nasty I like it

The sound of headboard hitting repeatedly against the wall filled clammy space of the room, your wanton moans along with Keegan’s heavy breathing bounced off tall walls around, going back straight into your ears.

Keegan’s mighty body was covering all of your smaller frame, his stomach was pressed against yours half-laying on top of you, allowing you to feel his abs flexing and relaxing with every deep breath he took. One tattooed hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly, making it harder for blood to flow through your carotid artery. This made you lightheaded - your head buzzed with some undecipherable feeling, white hog of pleasure covering your eyes along with Keegan’s lengthy cock ramming in and out of your drooling cunt, causing your senses to sharpen and your toes curl in pure bliss.

Bright euphoria sparkled up and down your spine as grip of Keegan’s hand around your throat loosened - such needed oxygen rushed to your brain; your swollen lips parted in a silent moan, unseeing eyes half-covered by heavy lids, letting pleasure consume you whole. It all just felt too good - Keegan’s hips were angled perfectly against yours, his leaking tip was nudging that one spot deep within you, his thumb never stopping its abuse on your poor clit.

Hand around your neck came up to cup your chin - a thumb on one cheek and four fingers on the other squeezed your face slightly, preventing you from closing your mouth. Your vision came in focus just as you saw a thick white glob of spit falling from Keegan’s lips, next moment you felt its warmth on your tongue. His fingers covered your lips then, Russ leaned closer towards you, his lips brushing your temple as he murmured:

- Swallow, - his raspy voice made your pussy clench, eliciting a small grunt and then a laugh out of Keegan’s throat. You swallowed, opening your mouth afterwards to prove that you didn’t loose a single drop. - Thants my good girl, so eager to please daddy, just my perfect slut, yeah? Tell me.

- ‘m daddy’s slut, - you mumbled up incoherently, mind hogged with feeling your fourth orgasm bubbling up within your stomach.

- Louder. Scream it so our neighbours hear, - Keegan said, smirking at your fucked out expression. You both knew that your neighbours’ living room was right next to your bedroom - a nice middle aged couple, a balding man’s eyes always lingering on you for too long - there was no way they wouldn’t hear. - Come on, don’t make me wait.

- I’m daddy’s slut, fuck I’m daddy’s desperate slut! - you cried out, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your back arched off the bed, up into Keegan’s strong body. The corners of his cold blue eyes crinkled at your words, wide grin plastered across that handsome motherfucking face, enjoying how fucked-out you already were.

- That’s it, doll. Cum on that dick, make daddy happy, - his pace never once faltered, fucking you into and through your mind-blowing high, holding your shaking body tightly, keeping you right underneath him - just where you belonged. He only stopped when you began to writhe and whine under his touch, his calloused thumb rubbing against your swollen clit being too much to take.

Keegan straightened up, sitting on his haunches with his dick still buried deep inside your cunt, piercing eyes gazing down onto your pliant body, occasional post-coital shudders still tumbling though you. Warm hand splayed across your heaving tummy, covering almost all of it - with how fucking bigger he was than you - gliding up to your ribcage and sternum, turning left and gripping a handful of soft tit. You were laying still, trying to catch your breath, your eyes peeled open to look up at Keegan - his skin shone with thin layer of sweat, short strands of black hair stuck to his forehead, a few bright marks you left bloomed on that pale neck of his.

He smirked upon meeting your eyes; a sudden thrust of his hips made you yelp in both surprise and pleasure, drilling his dick even deeper into you.

- Come on, princess. Daddy’s not done with you yet. Still gotta let that dickhead of a neighbour know just who you belong to, right?

[rascals-forthememories]

Keegan P. Russ moodboard + random headcanons

🎸⋆➤Born in the mid to late 80’s, ok 1989 which makes him a millennial of course. Fairly normal, but he always felt a bit like the black sheep of his family, being drawn to music and rebelling against authority. Indeed, raised predominantly by father, who would have passed down a lot of practical skills and knowledge and handyman, owned a small garage, and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. Keegan picked up loads of skills from him, like survival tips and how to work on cars. Let's say he was born and raised in a small town in the Midwest, somewhere Iowa or Nebraska. This adds to his country roots and help explain his rugged, no-nonsense attitude. As for siblings, has two younger siblings: a sister and a brother. He's the eldest, meaning he's the protective and responsible one who always looks out for his younger siblings. He's pretty close to them and is usually the one they come to for advice. He and his family moved to California around middle school.

🎸⋆➤Spent a lot of time outdoors, exploring the woods and playing in local bands. He also had a pretty strong-willed personality even as a kid, which often led to conflicts with his parents and authority figures.

🎸⋆➤Known Ajax either since childhood, from school, or he was literally his neighbour best friend.

🎸⋆➤Despite his rebellious appearance, Keegan is actually a deep thinker with a passion for making music. His love for music likely started from an early age, inspired by the sounds of grunge that were popular in the '90s. 100% huge Nirvana fan and secretly idolizes Kurt Cobain. He'd never admit it outright, but he's inspired by Cobain's songwriting skills and his ability to express such deep emotions through music. In a way, he aspires to replicate that kind of impact with his own songwriting, channelling the same level of rawness and emotional depth into his songs.

🎸⋆➤^Even has stuff like Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, System of a Down, and Deftones living rent free in his head. He thinks he can do the awesome screaming but never does/doesn't scream.

🎸⋆➤He's 5'7 at this stage, 176 cm specifically (SHORT KEEGAN LMAO, laughs in microscopic size) However Jemíma and Keegan are the nearly same height, but the girly’s shoulder is slightly higher.

🎸⋆➤A good lead bassist for the band. He's got the technical skills and the ear for a great riff, and he's not afraid to be the centre of attention when the music calls for it. Plus, being a lead bassist means he gets to rock out with a cool bass solo or two, which he'd relish! (One time he impressed Jemíma with his bassist skills which lead her to fall in love with him)

🎸⋆➤Has a secret love for reading comics or graphic novels, or has a collection of vintage leather biker jackets. He might also have a hidden talent for singing, but would never admit it in front of the others. And of course, he'll never turn down a chance to go to a concert, especially one for his favourite grunge bands.

🎸⋆➤Always plays the same bassline over and over while he's chilling or waiting for practice to start, like a habit he's formed without realizing it. And one time, Merrick got so annoyed by him playing it nonstop that he finally snapped and said sarcastically, "Wow, Keegan, another rousing rendition of that same damn line. Can't wait to hear it 50 more times today." has a habit of making up stupid, overly-dramatic song names for his bass lines, like "The Ballad of the Bass God" or "Bassline of Doom." He'd announce them with a flourish, much to the others' collective eye roll.

🎸⋆➤Risk taker bitch- maybe he's a bit of a thrill seeker, always up for a little danger or excitement. He might have a bit of a reckless streak when it comes to riding his bike or trying out daring stunts on his skateboard. The others might call him crazy, but he just grins and says, "Hey, you gotta take risks sometimes!" (probably have a collection of bruises and scrapes from his many adventures)

🎸⋆➤His bitch ass (stanky ahh rat boy) DEFINITELY loves Jemíma. He just won't admit it, even to himself. It's obvious in the little things he does, like how he constantly watches out for her, always making sure she's safe and taken care of. He might act like it's just a friend thing, but deep down, it's much more than that intense, passionate kind of love that can border on obsession, like he can't get enough of her and will always go out of his way to be near her. He's constantly seeking her attention and trying to impress her, even if he won't admit it. In many ways, their relationship is a constant push-and-pull dynamic.

[oikiri]

So what happened exactly? (and a little timeline from what I have observed)

It started around March. AJ/Dilan was talking to Inquisitor3 (Vincent) on discord since she did some edits for him and I think he just wanted to be nice to her. Later on she already tried to expose him after trying to get him to flirt back to her which was I think her first attempt at exposing him (cue several screenshots of her talking to Tito mentioning they tried to expose/cancel him before and it didn't work & screenshots of him calling out AJ/Dilan in DMs because he saw her attempt at doing so.

Now, I don't know how long she's been scheming this whole thing along with Tito (her boyfriend) but from screenshots between them it's clear it's been months.

Tito encourages her to try harder because they don't have enough "proof"/enough entrapment material to set him up.

During this conversation Tito not only supports her and further pushes her to do so, AJ/Dilan isn't stupid, she is also quite obsessed with the idea of cancelling him.

She mentions hes live and mentions she needs someone called "Pippy" to answer back to her [for further planning I suppose but this person may be involved in this too].

Tito mentions he wants to speak to his other parent about AJ/Dilan so they know about her --> Dilan barely acknowledges that and then jumps straight back to talking about Inquisitor3. Then asks her own boyfriend if its okay if she "flirts" with Inquisitor3.

Very strange dynamic they have but even further proof that she is obsessed with him.

They message Keegan's Mask on tiktok, she tries to "help" apparently (I take it as being purposefully happy about someone in the community getting cancelled as her previous videos have been bordering on roasting/bullying other content creators in the hopes of being funny) and she makes a video of him. Now she has almost 300k followers and her fanbase picks it up rather quickly.

It blows up and Inquisitor3 deactivates all of his accounts.

What happens next?

I personally went onto tiktok to find some videos addressing the whole issue. Most of the videos I find aren't really viral so I check the comments.

I see someone commenting in all caps "IM THE GIRL HE WAS TALKING TO" (don't quote me on that I don't know if she wrote minor or girl but this was about it).

Her replies were full of support but I found her comment incredibly weird and off-putting.

There were many comments so I scrolled further down and saw Turkish Terminator's comment (same one who made the video explaining the situation so kudos to him for knowing all of this before and trying to tell people) that he was talking about AJ and her using slurs and what not.

So this brings me back to my original thought as to how this AJ person is this involved and proud about being the person in question and then also being someone who is problematic on whole other levels.

Meanwhile Tito is bragging in comments about how it's his girlfriend that was targeted.

Three days ago Inquisitor3's tiktok account is back up. He's on live for several hours but I couldn't join.

I commented on one of his recent videos asking for clarification and update about the accusations just to a few hours later receive a reply in which someone stated that he's dead.

Inquisitor3 had been on live for around 2 hours with nothing but silence, the room was mostly dark and the camera was facing his glass door. The comments were off. Keegans Mask meanwhile was making fun of this same live.

After 2 hours or so, someone breaks the glass in, pushes inside and you can hear the panic in his voice as he tries helping Vincent (Inquisitor3). This goes on for a while as more neighbours come around to help I suppose? They call paramedics and it's all caught on live until they turn it off.

So lets circle back. AJ came forward to say that the accusations were false.

Tito pretended he wasn't involved at all.

And Keegans Mask made a tiktok wistfully looking out the window as if a man hasn't just ended his life on tiktok live.

AJ immediately went into hiding right after, changed her discord username and responded to a comment on one of her tiktok accounts that she's been crying and praying all night for him and didn't want any of that to happen.

Meanwhile Vincent's real life friends/mutuals came forward to confirm that he has passed and Turkish Terminator made the video about him explaining the situation further for everyone's understanding and naming all three involved in these accusations and set up: AJ, Tito and Keegans Mask (which I think was the right thing to do.) Yes, Keegans Mask may not have been part of the set up but she is just as wrong.

So why did this happen?

In my opinion AJ is/was obsessed with Vincent. I think that is why Tito also played into it because it bothered him without him openly mentioning or confirming this fact. From their exchanges it's very clear of how she ignored Tito to obsess over Vincent. Ultimately she did all this because she wahted his attention.

Later that day Vincent's father also came forward to confirm his sons passing with a video.

Turkish Terminator made another video confirming this also and has been in contact with Vincent's father to make sure his source is right unlike some other people.

Now the community is obviously shaken up and upset and due to AJ's hiding she's lucky she's not getting tagged in most videos addressing these things. Minor or not she was the main culprit and needs to face consequences for pushing a man to end his life.

I cannot even begin to mention how it bothers me that in most videos now people only mention Tito and Keegans Mask or simply call Dilan Titos girlfriend. She needs to be named too.

All three have posted "apology videos" yet I find they lack responsibility and empathy.

Dilan deleted her apology account quickly again and Keegans Mask is currently deactivated. Tito still pretends to be mostly innocent and pretends to have broken up with Dilan and say that her accounts have been removed (which are lies).

She's also back on discord and chats with people claiming she wants to end it and Tito claims she attempted, yet the conversations that I have seen from her make it visible that she lacks any empathy in this situation still and sees herself as the victim.

I'm not here for a witch hunt I am simpy here to explain what I've observed and want these people included to face serious consequences.

Screenshots incoming soon as I am still collecting the ones I've seen floating around + extra ones and I'm currently at the beach with the worst internet connection.

[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 4 • 27 - Keegan

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TW: Animal Death + Slight Gore (Trust me, you won’t like this chapter.)

The trailer park is colourful, there’s the patchy grass that is mostly all dirt at this point holding up all the trailers. The dull stained trailers in all different colours, but what’s more colourful is the people that live there. Keegan sits on the electrical box next to the main road waiting for his older brother to come home.

“Just sitting out here in your wife-beater aren’t you, Keegan?”

Keegan cringes, looking over at his neighbour, he sneers, “Don’t call it that!”

“But that’s what you call it? Don’t you?”

Before Keegan can say anything it’s like the wrong words start spilling from his mouth. “Hell no!” He awkwardly gets up off the electrical box, his mind is fighting with itself again. It’s been a year with Roland controlling his mind, and still can’t tie him down to his command.

Keegan enters his family’s RV and the smell of nicotine enters his nostrils. His mom smokes while looking at a magazine, probably daydreaming of all the things she can’t afford. Keegan has never really connected with his mom, yet now he feels some sort of sympathy but also anger towards her.

“What do you want, Keegs?” His mom asks, her raspy voice echoing through the camper.

“Roland has been messing with me again,”

“Knew it was a mistake to get you a new brain part, I tried to tell your father, but he wouldn’t listen, we could’ve put that money to good use.”

“Please, all you’d spend it on cigarettes.” Keegan watches his mom sit there, a teardrop lands on the magazine. “I know I’m hopeless, you don’t have to rub it in.”

Keegan is about to say something until he hears motorcycles roaring in the distance. He runs out of the RV towards the street watching as five motorcycles stop in front of the trailer park. The leader takes off his helmet and fixes his hair, he turns his head to Keegan, frowning.

“Oi Tony! You’re stupid-ass brother is still sitting out here waiting for us like he’s a little kid.”

Another one of the bikers removes his helmet, he puts two fingers to his temple, glaring at Keegan. Tony puts his helmet between his arm and his chest, grabbing his motorcycle by one of its handles pulling it off the street. While walking towards Keegan he grabs onto the back of the tank top, dragging him up into the RV. One of the other bikers passive-aggressively waves at Keegan as they go out of his view.

Once in the RV, Keegan gets out of Tony’s grip. “What the hell was that for?”

“Stop being such a friggin baby! It was endearing when you’d wait for us when you were fourteen, but it’s been three years. Grow the hell up!”

“I'll join you guys when I get the money, you know that?”

“Hell no you won’t!”

“Am too.”

“You’re such a whiny bitch!”

Keegan’s mom rises from her chair, filling her lungs with air as much as she can. “If you two are going to fight, do it outside, Myrtle is tryna sleep off a hangover!” She yells, surprisingly her yell is loud enough to wake up the pitbull a few trailers down.

“Or maybe you should just stop at this point.” Their mom looks outside at the pitbull. “Jesus, that thing is still kicking?” 

“It’s only a five-year-old mom,” Tony mutters, “and its brain is only getting worse and worse.”

Someone swings open the RV’s door, and all three of them turn around to see Keegan and Tony’s dad.

“I see the ole yapper is at it again?” He asks.

“Yeah, Mom woke it up with her yelling,” Tony exclaims, Keegan glares at him.

“Ah, making a fuss in here aren’t you Wendy?”

“Would all of you quiet down? Myrtle is trying to sleep!” Wendy whisper-shouts.

“Right, right.”

There's a second of silence in the RV, Keegan can only guess it’s between waiting for the dog to stop barking and seeing if Myrtle will get up because of it.

“Keegan still hasn’t gotten used to that new brain part yet,” Wendy mutters.

“Well of course, that Roland boy was violent, it’ll take some time to control him.” 

“Yeah, but you guys got his frontal lobe replaced, that Roland kid will most likely control him in the end,” Tony replies.

“Are you concerned about me?” Keegan asks his brother.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re not my little brother, you’re some stupid jerk who’s taken over his mind!”

Keegan scowls, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I went through, huh, would you like to know what it was like to be unwound? I don’t like being here as much as you do.”

Tony and Wendy look horrified, his father says nothing. Keegan watches as his brother looks miffed, he then falls to his knees and puts his hands to the floor, he’s crying.

“Get out of here you hear me?! You probably went through a lot, but you can’t take my brother down with you, got it?” Keegan wants to scream back, but at the same time, he wants to run from the RV, from the situation. 

What happens is that he looks like a lunatic as he rages and runs out of the RV over to the entrance of the trailer park, he crouches himself in the tall grass, planting his palms to the ground, and words start falling from his mouth again.

“Pfft, your family is worse than mine, at least my sister liked me.”

“S-shut up.” He mutters.

“And ya don’t even live in a house? Y’know used to hear that they’d give out three thousand dollars if you unwound your child.”

“Shut up!” He yells.

“Oh you know your family wants to unwind you, shame I wasn’t the toughness they were looking for. And that whole ban on unwinding, god, wish that came sooner, then I wouldn’t be stuck here with you.”

“Maybe you should’ve told the Akron Awol to hurry up!” His mouth stays closed this time, guess Roland won't say anything on that subject. 

“Is that who stopped this?” Roland asks as he speaks from his mouth.

“I thought you’d know already”

“I make you do things, not remember them, idiot.”  

“Fair,” He pauses, “You seemed quiet when I talked about him, why?”

“Can I remember things?” 

“...”

“No, I can’t,” Roland says in a friendly voice, “Stupid!”

Keegan sighs as he gets up from hiding. “This has got to stop Roland, you can’t keep taking control of me!” Roland doesn’t talk this time, instead, there’s a wave of doubt that washes over him. Keegan knows why, he’ll never really get rid of Roland, not ever, unless one day he’s got enough money for a Biobuilder transplant. Well, unless he can scare Roland into submission.

Keegan knows from a neighbour who has an unwind part that unwinds don’t like the look of antifreeze. Something about the artificial greenness of it sends unwind parts bonkers. Keegan heads to the metal box welded to the RV; it's mostly filled with emergency supplies like nonperishables, an extra tank of gas, a first aid kit, and whatever the sort. Though below that is a bottle of antifreeze, Keegan shoves things to the side, pulling out the bottle, almost immediately his hand that holds it begins to shake. He unscrews the cap and sticks a finger in it, coating his finger in antifreeze he wipes it across his leg. His knees begin quaking as if he’s been kicked in between them, he quickly caps the bottle back up before Roland can try to release it from his grasp.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Roland cries.

“Pussy! Weak bitch!” He yells back.

“Shut up!” Keegan looks back up to the RV, Myrtle must’ve finally woken up to yell at him. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing Keegan really woke up, he turns his head to look behind him, the pitbull charged at him, barely being held back by the metal peg and leash buried in the ground. Keegan looks it in the eyes, they show nothing but pure rage, it’s barking so much that spit is frothing up in the corners of its mouth. And yet, for how much Keegan is scared and enraged by this dog, part of him is worried about it. Keegan grumbles, he’s not worried for the dog but Roland is, Keegan backs away from the dog, and after a solid minute, it stops barking and goes back to its trailer and sleeps.

“Why are you worried about it?” He asks aloud.

“Thing looks like it has rabies, it’s miserable out here.”

“Psh, so I’m I.”

“I don’t care about you.”

“You should, if something bad happens to me, it’ll happen to you too.”

“Thought I told you before, I don’t wanna be stuck here.”

Keegan stays silent for a moment. “There’s a pocket knife in my jacket pocket, hurt me, Roland, I know you won't.”

“Just ‘cause I hate your guts doesn’t mean I want them all over the floor,” His hand pulls the pocket knife out, “Though…”

Keegan stabs himself in the arm and pulls down, leaving a giant cut all the way down. He winces and goes frantically through the first aid in the metal box. He sprays it with isopropyl alcohol, then shoves gauze on it and wraps it with bandages like his life depends on it.

“Ya better be livin’ on a prayer, ‘cause I don’t that’s gonna do shit.”

“You shouldn’t have done it in the first place! For the longest time, I thought you were harmless!”

“Ha! I don’t think I can kill, but I’ll harm all I want!”

Keegan sits in what little grass there is in the trailer park and thinks about what Roland said. He can’t kill. He doesn’t think he can kill. What if Keegan could confirm something about him? What if he could get Roland to kill? That pitbull is looking tempting right now, it’s about time someone put it down. Keegan had once read a horror story about the murderer killing the victim’s guard dog by filling up their water bowl with antifreeze and watching the dog drink it down. Roland seems to be afraid of the antifreeze, Keegan doesn’t think it would take much to convince him to do the crime.

Keegan looks back down at the bottle of antifreeze on the ground, he picks it back up. “How about we get rid of this.”

“Seems like a useless waste.”

“C’mon, by getting rid of this we could get rid of so much more, like that pitbull.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You know exactly what I’m saying.”

“I won’t do it.”

“You will.”

“Like you have any authority over what we do.”

“I told you, you have to stop controlling me, I’m going to get my way.”

“It’s just a dog, Keegan!”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask.”

“What are you going to do to it!?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Keegan knows that the pitbull’s owner works a 9 to 5, and right now it’s 2:30, a perfectly good time slot. It’s easy to walk in between the trailers, RVs, and caravans without getting caught, nobody wants their doors to be facing towards the pitbull, all Keegan has to do is duck under the windows. He lets out nervous hums as he gets closer to the dog, who lays sound asleep.

“You must be excited.” He whispers.

Keegan tiptoes past the dog over to a white jug with an orange cap. Keegan notices that every time the owner gives the dog water he gives it out of this jug, the jug almost calms the dog down as even the dog barks at the owner. Keegan grabs the jug and starts filling it with the antifreeze, he looks on the outside of it as the level of the antifreeze starts rising. “No, no, no, no, no…” He whispers, it seems like Roland wants to talk again. As Keegan steps closer the pitbull starts waking up, but it sees the jug and stays calm. Keegan walks over to the water dish and starts pouring the antifreeze into the bowl, the pitbull stumbles over waiting for it to be all filled up. He stares at the dog a bit, noticing little things about it, it's got a bitten-off ear and snaggletooth. There’s a pink collar around its neck with the name “Shyla” on it. He can feel his body start to tremble as Shyla starts lapping up what she thinks is a drink, in some way to repress Roland, Keegan bends down next to Shyla and starts petting her head like he watched her owner do every day. Somehow Shyla doesn’t see the difference between some middle-aged greaser and a 17-year-old with liberty spikes, not that Keegan is complaining, he’d rather not be chased down by a rabid dog right now. Noticing that blood from his fresh cut is starting to leak through the bandages Keegan finally gets up and walks backwards away from Shyla, watching for any aggression. 

“Are, are you happy now?” Roland asks.

“Yeah, I proved something.”

“What? That you’re a monster, that you're insane?!”

“You said you thought you couldn’t kill, so I wanted to prove that you could.”

“No! You did this, you made me make you do this!”

“I thought you were the one that made me do things, idiot.” 

Roland doesn’t respond. “Let’s face it, you’re what makes me do everything, if I killed a dog, then it was you that did it. You’re a killer Roland.”

“No, I can’t, I’ve tried it before, it doesn’t work!”

“When?”

“I don’t know dammit!”

“Well, I guess animal’s lives don’t mean that much to you then.”

“No, no, they’re innocent, I’d only attack something if it attacked first.”

“Well, that dog would’ve hurt us one day.”

“But it didn't today, and if we stayed away from it, it wouldn’t have ever!” 

“And what if it attacked a little kid, how would you feel about it then?”

“Would you have cared if that dog hurt a kid?”

“... Of course, I would.”

“You do realize you use my part to think, I know your nasty thoughts, you wouldn’t care as long as it wasn’t you, you sicko!”

“So why didn’t you stop me from doing this in the first place?”

“Because, because somethings I just can’t control, okay? Certain parts of the brain don't interact with me.”

“You seem a little obsolete.”

“Keegan, I am your frontal lobe when I figure out how to, I’m gonna make sure you hold your breath ‘till you die!”

“I hear that realistically takes 8 minutes, you won’t get second thoughts?”

“I won't!”

Keegan hears the dog start to wheeze and pant and it lays against the ground, the antifreeze is kicking in. Keegan grins as he watches Shyla die from afar, though it seems like Roland is trying to have the last laugh, or the last cry in this case as Keegan’s eyes are forcibly shut. Keegan growls to himself, Roland doesn’t seem to be controlling everything as Keegan is able to force his eyes open again with his fingers. No matter how hard Roland tries and no matter how much he wells Keegan’s eyes with tears, Keegan makes sure that Roland sits through every last of Shyla’s breaths.

[ianmhill]

6.35

On Friday evening last week, we went with two sets of neighbours to watch the annual performance of An Irish Carol at the Keegan Theatre. Well, we've only been to see it once before, but the theatre put it on annually. I had a memory that it had been quite amusing, but watching it again this year, I realised it's a take on Dickens' A Christmas Carol, so although there are funny lines in the play, it's not all chuckles. The neighbours seemed to quite enjoy it, though I'm not sure we will persuade them to do it again next year. They did at least like the theatre itself (none of them were aware it was there before that night) and we all enjoyed the drinks and a bite to eat at Duke's Grocery beforehand.

My wife has been away most of this week and is due back here this evening. She's been in California (work has offices there) so she missed the completion of the house decoration/fixing up (the guy we got in did a good job, as he had for two neighbours across the road). It wasn't much, just a few bits that needed tidying up in an old house. She also missed the christening of a new espresso machine. The previous one - which we inherited from the previous owners - had done sterling service for well over 7 years but was leaking water slightly, and our investigation of the problem only made it worse. The new one is just an updated version of the original and seems to be taking up the reins nicely so far.

[culturedgals]

'Small Things like These', Claire Keegan - A Short Reflection by Eila

Despite its brief length, Claire Keegan's modern Irish novel Small Things Like These offers a profound and poignant examination of human compassion, community, and morality. The novel follows coal and lumber merchant Bill Furlong as he struggles with a moral quandary that goes against both his community's conventions and his own sense of self. It is set in a tiny Irish village around Christmas 1985.

The main focus of Small Things Like These is the widespread complicity and quiet around the abuses committed by the Magdalene Laundries, which were religious establishments that imprisoned women and girls in the name of moral reform. Keegan gently reveals the Catholic Church's ingrained influence on Irish culture and its ability to stifle criticism. The moral conflict of a man divided between following social norms and following his conscience is embodied in Bill's trip.

Bill is forced to face the harsh realities of institutional abuse after finding a little girl trapped in the convent laundry. The book examines how common people, such as Bill's neighbours and customers, frequently made the decision to ignore the situation. This silence invites readers to consider their own obligations in the face of systemic injustice by reflecting the actual complicity of Irish society at the time.

Keegan's book emphasises the transformational potential of modest deeds of bravery and kindness. In the end, Bill's choice to assist the girl in spite of the possible criticism turns into a subdued act of resistance against a system that benefits from silence. Even seemingly minor gestures have the power to bring about major change, as the title implies.

Bill's internal struggle and final decision represent a moral awakening in miniature. His deeds serve as a reminder to readers that despite insurmountable obstacles, one person's deeds of kindness can break harmful cycles and spur change. The narrative's temperance and emphasis on modest, human moments highlight how morality frequently manifests itself in people's private, daily choices.

Keegan's prose is notable for its elegance and economy. Her depictions of the desolate Irish winter reflect the novel's moral and emotional terrain. The chilly, grey backdrop emphasises the harsh realities of Bill's physical surroundings as well as the repressive social conventions he must deal with. Keegan's work, however, is full of humanity despite this bleakness, encapsulating the warmth of familial life and the glimmering promise that arises from compassion.

Despite being set in the 1980s, Small Things Like These has themes that are quite relevant to contemporary Ireland. The Magdalene Laundries continue to be a source of shame for the country, as their last facility closed as recently as 1996. Keegan's book adds to the current discussions of reparative justice, collective memory, and accountability.

Additionally, the book addresses universal issues of moral bravery and the significance of defying social pressure to fit in. In a time of global issues such as environmental calamities, structural abuses, and social injustice, Keegan's story offers as a reminder of the lasting value of personal agency.

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan is a brilliant piece of writing that skilfully distils difficult subjects into an incredibly straightforward story. The novel highlights the human capacity for empathy and the transformational potential of tiny acts of courage via Bill Furlong's simple yet impactful journey. It is an eerie and relevant meditation on the moral decisions we must make in our own lives and the obligation we have to confront injustice, no matter how pervasive it may appear.

[beats-it]

A Dreamer's Dance.

Nishikawa Keegan is a lively 5 years old kid with a spirit as untamed as the wind. One ordinary evening, as raindrops tapped on the windows, his usual joy was dampened by a fever that kept him indoors. Unwilling to let a simple cold hold him back, Keegan's parents decided to lift his spirits by turning the living room into a stage, playing Michael Jackson's legendary concert on the television. As the room filled with the infectious beats, Keegan's eyes widened, and his tiny feet couldn't resist the impulse to move. Inspired by Michael's moonwalk and spins, he twirled and leaped around, his imagination soaring beyond the confines of the four walls.

That night, Keegan's dreams danced to the rhythm of Michael's tunes. In his sleep, he found himself in a world where the moon was a dance floor, and he was the star, donning a sparkling glove just like his idol. The next morning, he burst into the kitchen, declaring, "I'm going to be a dancer, just like Michael Jackson!" Keegan's older sister, Kaylee, a passionate dancer herself, overheard his proclamation. With a knowing smile, she embraced her little brother's dreams. "You've got the moves, Keegan! Let's dance together," Kaylee encouraged, her own love for dance serving as a guiding light for her younger sibling.

The living room transformed into a dance studio, where Keegan and Kaylee grooved to the beats, creating a dynamic duo of tiny twirls and synchronized spins. Kaylee, with her experience, guided Keegan through the dance steps, turning their impromptu sessions into a lively spectacle that echoed through the house.

Recognizing Keegan's enthusiasm, his parents decided to nurture his dream. They enrolled him in the same dance class as Kaylee, creating a bond between the siblings that extended beyond the dance floor. Kaylee, proud of her little brother, became not just a sister but a mentor, encouraging Keegan to embrace his unique style.

Word spread through the small town their living in, about the dynamic dancing duo. The town planned a grand talent show, and Keegan, with Kaylee by his side, eagerly prepared for the spotlight. As they practiced their routine, Kaylee whispered words of encouragement, "You're a star, Keegan. Just shine like you always do." The stage lights illuminated a tiny figure dressed in a sparkling jacket, reminiscent of Michael Jackson's iconic style. As the music began, Keegan transported the audience into his world of dreams. His tiny feet moved with an uncanny precision, his infectious joy radiating through every twirl and spin.

For Keegan, that night's performance wasn't just a small performance, it's a cherished treasure. The cheer from his neighbours, unforgettable music, and exhilarating choreography done with Kaylee transport him to a world he had only dreamt of. It's a tale of hope and adventure that has taken root in his heart, and he is truly hypnotized by that moment. At just 5 years old, Keegan is already deeply engaged in the world of dancing, with Michael Jackson serving as his gateway to a realm of art and imagination that promises to be a lifelong passion.

[markwatkinsreviews]

BOOK REVIEW: THE GREAT ADVENTURE by Tony Banks (2023)

Harrods & Fulham FC owner, Mohamed Al Fayed, sadly died this Summer (2023) aged 94 and this is the “inside story” of how the businessman bought the Club in 1997 and then took things forward.

Often described as many Londoners’ second-favorite team, because of Fulham's rich history (star players such as: Johnny Haynes, Bobby Robson, Jimmy Hill, Malcolm MacDonald, Bobby Moore, George Best, Rodney Marsh & top managers including: Kevin Keegan, Jean Tigana, Chris Coleman, Roy Hodgson ) AND boat-race scenery, a fascinating aspect of Tony Bank's new book is detailing how Fulham upgraded their ground, at one point even considering a ground-share with Thames neighbours Chelsea. But that proved to be a (Putney) bridge too far, blue being off-colour!

Former Fulham Director, Andy Muddyman: “We had things drawn up, we got that far with it, not working drawings but illustrations of what it would be. It would be like Tottenham's new ground. We wanted to put a Tottenham-type stadium there, so that we could rent it out as part of the business, with hotels, shops, the whole nine yards”.

Aside from redeveloping Craven Cottage, THE GREAT ADVENTURE focuses on Fulham's great European adventures and being back in the top flight after a struggle - not a bad match report.

A bonus chapter goes into the billionaire’s passing and legacy.

Rating: 7.5/10

Published by PITCH 9 October, 2023.

The Great Adventure | Pitch Publishing

Mark Watkins, Dare radio, 12 October, 2023.

[newswireml]

Nurses’ pay squeeze and Tory tax cut ambitions: can they perhaps be related? | William Keegan#Nurses #pay #squeeze #Tory #tax #cut #ambitions #related #William #Keegan

Before we get on to Brexit – don’t worry: we shall – I want to draw attention to what I regard as the epitome of the meanness and duplicity of what is indubitably the worst government of most of our lifetimes. Sorry, did I say “government”? A neighbour asked me the other day if I was aware of a new oxymoron. Tell me, I replied. “The very phrase ‘Conservative government’,” he said. Anyway, it…

[midnightarcheress]

using this as a way to gather all my wips and pressure myself into writing lol

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

things that i actually have a lil something written:

oneshots:

delirium: serial killer!ghost x psychiatrist!reader

untitled: ghost x priestess/vessel/goddess!reader

untitled: knight!keegan x princess!reader

series:

gold rush: chap. 6 - bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader (doing this one rn)

this love: chap. 1 - ghost x mi6 agent!reader

moonflower: chap. 1 and chap. 6 (i'm so unserious for skipping four chapters) - ghost x florist!reader

bonus: another casino thingy with price sitting on my drafts

and series that i have an outline but nothing written:

cinnamon: ghost/soap x f!reader (neighbours fic)

untitled: single father(kinda)!ghost x nanny!reader (might change it to teacher!reader)

+ a bunch of oneshot ideas that i probably won't write

no tags, anyone's free to do it <3

WIP Game

Tagged by: @majinbangus (thank you so much!! :') <3)

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

WIP:

(Self-explanatory, but Soap x Reader is 🧼, Ghost x Reader is 💀)

Ka-freaking-boom, baby (🧼 obvsly)

Pinning (against a wall) 🧼

All I wanna do is Fight (💀)

I love you never felt like any blessing 💀

Pilot 1 🧼

Pilot 2 🧼

The Sergeant's bodyguard 🧼

The boy next cell 🧼

Breathing you in 💀

Renegades 🧼

Knight in shining khaki 🧼

Blood donation 🧼

Drunk Soap 🧼

Baseball bat 🧼

Another Headache 🧼

Tags: @deadbranch If I may be so bold

[aroadtofollow]

Okay I'm running with the musical movie theme and picking myself up to watch the rest of The Prom

[coriel-muroz]

Huntsville Revived #317

Luke wasn’t even at home, but that didn’t stop the bad luck that had followed him his whole life from affecting those who were there.

While the children were happily in the living room, watching Mathnet on the TV, the adults were hanging out pleasantly in the main room until things took an unexpected turn.

Jessica and Hazel were surprised that anyone had paid any attention to the silly flirt they had shared. They found themselves allies, confused by a harsh response that condemned their actions as akin to an affair.

"Hazel, I am not sure why this has escalated, but your husband seems really upset with you. Go talk to him and try to deescalate the situation?” Ashley tried to intervene.

Hazel thought it was sage advice, but before she could say anything, Jack did something she would never have expected.

He began to flirt with the landlord.

"Excuse me, Madame Landlord,” Jack began in a voice that was most seductive, “I’m not sure if I have told you lately how sexy I find you. Did you want to head upstairs to my bedroom and find out?”

"Oh my, Jack, I thought you would never ask.” 

Keegan had thought his mom flirting with a friend was weird, but this was a whole new level of WTF.

"Did he just...? Is he serious!? What the hell!” Hazel might have understood that he was annoyed, but this?

"He looks like he’s really going for it with the landlord.” Jessica was equally surprised.

"Come here, sexy.

Hazel could not believe that her husband was making out with their landlord. In front of her. In front of everyone. Just because she had barely flirted with one of the neighbours. This was a side of him she had never imagined possible - he had always tried SO hard to be nothing like his father.

Before she realized what she was doing, she had a poll cue in hand. She wasn’t sure what she would have done next, but the children running back into the room stopped her cold.

"Will you dance with me, Dad?” Dustin demanded.

Jack was quite startled and wasn’t sure exactly how he had got here, but agreed to dance with his son.

"Hi Mom! You want to hear about Mathnet?” Shay started. This son was always more in tune with what was going on around him. “Mom? you don’t look very happy.”

"It’s only because your father is having an affair so I am really mad at him.” The words escaped Hazel’s mouth.

"What?” Shay, Dustin and Briony all exclaimed.

[suchdeceitfullnessandsuavity]

Thoughts on The Prom! (SPOILERS)

I present the thoughts that popped into my head as I was watching The Prom.

Let's go:

- I like it!

- James Corden as Barry isn't as offensive as I thought it would be based on what I had read previously, it was still uncomfy though. I do think that there are plenty of gay actors who could have done this role just as well and who are just as well known as James Corden.

- MERYL STREEP.

- I read a post earlier where someone pointed out that it looks very questionable that a bunch of white people turn up in a racially diverse area and to try and educate the local population. I don't think this is what they were going for intentionally for but yeah I did see it.

- MERYL STREEP.

- Keegan-Michael Key has a great voice.

- Jo Ellen Pellman (Emma) also has a lovely voice.

- I would have liked some better Fosse dancing for a Fosse number - loved it anyway though!

- Barry giving a speech about his struggle as a gay man is kind of uncomfy coming from a straight man who (as far as I'm aware) hasn't experienced anything like that.

- Let's not talk about James Corden's accent.

- When You're Alyssa Greene is a 10.

- NO I DID NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN. FIX. IT. PLEASE.

- Love Thy Neighbour was a tonic I didn't know I needed.

- Barry's song would mean more if James Corden was LGBT+

- Baso a summary of the whole Barry storyline: it would mean more if James Corden was LGBT+, and in a story about gay acceptance it would be preferable to have LGBT+ actors playing LGBT+ roles. That being said, we see it all the time in shows like Gentleman Jack (which seems different somehow in my brain, idk why).

Overall summary:

I mean, I loved it! It is a flawed film in many aspects (as most films are) but it was a feel-good film and I needed it in 2020. I really enjoyed the performances by Keegan-Michael Key, Arianna DeBose, Jo Ellen Pellman, and, of course Andrew Rannells and MERYL. I recommend watching it if you need some classic Broadway fun!

[moviethoughtswithkate]

Fargo | Season 1 (2014)

Incredible. I loved it. Fargo is funny and scary and riveting. The best thing about this whole series is Lorne Malvo, the scariest fictional villain I've encountered in recent memory. Billy Bob Thornton is incredible in such a great, evil role. I've had at least 2 nightmares on separate occasions about becoming a victim of Lorne Malvo.

Bob Odenkirk is also really great as Bill, the incompetent doofus chief of police. He pulls off a character who is both genuinely very warm and personable, someone you'd love to have as a neighbour, while also being a frustrating idiot that you want to strangle.

Martin Freeman is Martin Freeman. Sure, people insist he's a great actor, but if he's such a great actor, why he doesn't he at least try to shed his very distinctive awkward mannerisms from role to role? I thought he was great in the first thing I saw him in, but with each role I've seen him in since, his charm has significantly waned.

Spoilers below.

The next most memorable thing in this series after Lorne Malvo is the power combo of Gus Grimly and Molly Solverson. They complement each other so well and are a truly adorable couple that you want to root for.

Lou Solverson and Greta Grimly are great supporting characters who help to paint a picture of the community so well. It is adorable when they interact as step-grandfather and step-granddaughter in the last two episodes. Between Gus, Molly, Lou and Greta, you really do feel that ultimately, the world is a good place filled with good people, making the cheesy "good triumphs over evil" ending genuinely satisfying and meaningful.

I don't really get people who have claimed that the ending was unsatisfying, due to it being Gus who takes down Lorne Malvo instead of Molly. Yes, it was Molly who was hunting him from the start, he was her case, but the point is that good triumphs over evil, not Molly Solverson is a great cop. Gus is shown to be a bit of a pussy multiple times through the series. He's a softie. He probably wouldn't have taken Lorne Malvo down like he did if it wasn't for his love for Molly and their family. That's the point. And in this ACAB/BLM day and age, I think has helped this series not age as badly as a lot of police procedurals have.

(That being said, shout out to the flagrant racism present in the series, best exemplified by the characters of Lester's pathetically naive Asian second wife and the random ass long one-off scene with Bill's African foster child.)

OOH. And I LOVED the Rosencrantz-and-Guildenstern pairing of the FBI officers played by Jordan Peele and Keegan Michael Key. It was a little bit hard to ignore that famous comedy duo Key and Peele were plonked in the middle in some of the most serious episodes of the series. But then, I think that was intentional - there's not much comic relief in those last few episodes compared to the first few.