#okay fuck. I don't have any other random shit to talk about. I gotta go to bed soon but I'm going to speedrun art reqs at work tomorrow

[plutonious]

she's actually so swag. I also found out I'm a BIG fan of her color pallet. irida ily

[austinsastrology8991]

Mercury in da HoUSe (s) mercury and why you think your smart - you only think your smart, you don't even know if you are because you can't think any other way. I dont care if people tell you your smart, they don't even know if they are smart because they have the same dilemma as you....... but if you think your dumb your probs right.... okay enough chit chat we gotta do some astrollogy >> Mercury in the first - These guys talk the talk, hella good at talking, talk too much, but at least they know how to talk. but it gives everyone in the rooom a headache. also there voices go a million directions... they like to put on voices. actually i hate your voice. its too earpiercing its like your looking at there voice even if you look away. how are you able to make me look at yo voice, its meant to be auditory but i can fucking see it STFUUUU Mercury in the second - I like money but not as much as this guy. this guy will think of every scam, every business every investment possible just to prove his worth (typically with money) as kids they are hustlers with money, everyone knows they gonna make coin, but typically as they get older, money don't mean shit to them and they start investing into something substantial and if they dont grow outta this mindset, they become shells of themselves like bill gates or the amazon guy. mercury in the third - okay these guys are actually smart, but its almost hard to tell. because there intelljgence isn't attached to anything beside intelligence itself. so its hard to notice, but they are very smart people. quick learners but i notice not quick thinkers, or at least they don't voice it much. which i guess makes them smart because they ploying liek dat mercury in the fourth - subtle intelligence, almost manipulative intelligence, they are the types to make you make a point jsut so they can point out the flaws in your point rather than make a argument themselves.... then make an argument once yours has been smashed to pieces. assholes honestly... but i rate it its just smart tactics but make em talk first and they speechless lmao mercury in the fifth - funny yes your funny, yes i see what you did there, oh yes this next joke is also funny because it ties in with your last joke.. did i mention your funnY? oh im not that funny, well im sorry i can't do it like you becayse yourr liek for real funny. okay can someone else speak now, this guys voice wasn't annoying but now it is. fr comedians but every comedian over do it, and so do they mercury in the sixth - annoying intelligence, always pointing out the flaws in whatever the fuck you just said. like dude im trying my best to think, to then speak it, and to respect you as a person. and your lookjing for flaws, in my speech? oh you can't help it? well i can't help but not wanna talk to you. annoyingly nitpicky with what i say you say she say, why so serious? oh your too smart? thats what every dumbass has ever said to me stfu. mercury in the seventh - always on your back, but can you get off my back, im still working on my argument i dont need you to suck me off about it jeezes. id rather you criticize me honestly. oh now your critical of me. well why can't you just think for yourself. oh you don't know how to. you only don't know how to because you just wanna learn more and more and more and more and more. and now you dont know how to think for yourself. congrats you played yoself mercury in the eighth - so mysterious wow so profound, i never saw it that way. no you just were thinking of something cool to say this whole time and you jsut thought of it. your only quiet so you dont look like a fool. insecure bitch ass. oh but now you just wanna insult me yeah thats because i called you out. honestly these guys are just looking for a deep chat, and its only deep because they were digging for so long.

mercury in the ninth - these guys know way too much bullshit. like they read a lot and just spit random facts and its hard to talk to them without feeling patronized. like yeah we get it, you read a lot. most peole don't because we like to be a human, not live in a book. go outside its nice. oh thats where you get your information > outside, books, the world is your dictionary - god you really are annoying. oh you knew that already. fuck off man.

mercury in the tenth - shrewd; always thinking and saying the best possible thing to say for each scenario, and its typically just sayings they read in hustler books, or what they dad said once. yeah your street smart, but no one else advertises it as much as you, which means you don't understand the streets as well as you think. yep thats right re-strategise; they just wanna own the streets i swear. and no one tries as hard as them. and thats saying something mercury in the eleventh - stop protesting you mong, you really think convincing us the realities of the world, will change the world? oh itll start the butterfly effect, okay true go on, tell us how eating veggies gonna stop the meat industry. oh you were just saying this crap for bants. yep that was annoying. oh now you wanna talk about how attitudes has shaped the world, dude why you always trying to integrate everysingle philsophy of the world into one conversation. you do realise its all bullshit? but everyone likes em because they invite everyone in on the conversation... hey someone gota do it Mercury in the twelfth - these guys are the worst i swear, cant be more manipulative than these lot, they will act innocent, but come at you aggressivly, and itll just confuse ya. youll think they just dumb and naive but they klnow damn well what da hell they doing. play yo game with someone else... oh you don't like to play with them because they fall for your shit, yep so you only like people who set you straight ehhhh you should just come at me straight or ill set you straight. oh you just struggle with convos well it shows.

[amiizuki]

it will be forever funny to me how the flashback portraits of Wittebrothers made Caleb seem like he's had packing peanuts for a brain

(this post ended up becoming quite lengthy, and so did the tags somehow, because I kinda devolved into a rant closer to the end of writing this whole thing, so bear with me here)

so we know that Philip and Caleb became orphans when both of them were still kids. after that, they ended up in Gravesfield and, to fit in with everyone else who lived there, picked up witch hunting and started thinking that witches are pure evil. Caleb knew perfectly well that he's the only family Philip's had left and that he even may be his his only friend, since, judging by the portraits, they've only ever hung out with each other and we don't know if those two ever made any other actual friends.

until one day, during a witch hunt he and Philip were both a part in (something Caleb seemed happy to do, judging by his smirk there), he met a witch – Evelyn – someone he's been taught to hate and want dead by the townsfolk. someone who, again, in his mind, should be evil.

but he just suddenly does a 180 and goes "damn, you can make fire with your hands, you're actually pretty cool"

and then a few days (?) of talking to her later, he's running off to live with her in the Demon Realm, while simultaneously not giving a single fuck about the brother he's abandoning.

(he even runs off with a smile, with a literal :D face, I fucking can't lmao)

Philip ends up seeing Caleb get dragged off through a weird portal and later follows along, thinking something like "no, my brother wouldn't just up and abandon me without saying anything. he probably got captured by that witch we saw together that one time! she probably used some demon magic to bewitch Caleb and took him through that portal to kill him or worse! I gotta go save him!". and, after spending god knows how long in that realm, searching endlessly for his missing older brother, he eventually finds him. but he also finds that Caleb is not only perfectly okay and not hurt in the slightest, he's also peacefully walking together with the same witch who "captured" him, even holding hands with her.

and when enraged Philip tries to attack Evelyn, to protect Caleb from the witch who took him from his home, from his brother, still thinking that Caleb's under her control, Caleb just... gives him a hug and goes on to introduce the witch as his new wife to him (I'm assuming that portrait is the same day as the other three, if not the same scene), also adding on top of that that they're having a child. all as if nothing happened. treating the whole thing like everything's perfectly okay and just another normal day, fully ignoring the fact that he threw his brother away with no care or thought, leaving him completely alone, a full orphan, now with zero actual family left (in TTT, during their backstory, it's said that "Caleb did his best to take care of his younger brother", meaning that either they never got adopted in Gravesfield, or whoever adopted them didn't give a shit about the two, so they still mostly had to fend for themselves), all to go smash some random 5 out of 10 witchussy he talked to, like, 3 times. no fucking wonder Philip killed him!

(btw, jokes aside, it didn't seem like he intended to kill Caleb, because in that portrait where he's ready to kill with a knife in his hand, he's facing forward, while Caleb is actually to his left. so it just looks to me like Philip was gonna try to kill Evelyn again, and Caleb either jumped in front of her to protect her and got accidentally stabbed or he attacked Philip back, to, again, protect Evelyn, and Philip ended up winning that fight. but that's just my theory)

my brother in literal christ and literal titan – why in the FUCK are you just hugging it out with a smile on your face??? you ran off while giving absolutely no warning to anyone, especially your younger brother! why do you think he's here and actively trying to attack you and your new wife? you're not even trying to address the fact that you left him! at least when Luz ran off to a different realm without warning, she had a "I'm still at the camp" cover, so Camila wouldn't worry that much about where her daughter is, and even then she still felt bad for leaving her mother and planned to go back home once summer was over. this chucklefuck, on the other hand, just permanently portaled away to the Boiling Isles, knocked up a witch and fully settled down there, walking around with a big ol' smile and no care in the world. "Philip who? never heard of him"

the only thing that would sorta make this situation seem better (as in, not make Caleb seem like an overly naive ignorant brick), in my opinion, is if they added one more portrait – after the one where he meets the witch, but before the one where he leaves. in that portrait, Caleb would look like he's trying his best to convince Philip that witches aren't actually evil, and perhaps even try to get him to go live with them in the Demon Realm, all the while Philip's looking at him with either disagreement/disappointment/disgust or just rolling his eyes and full on ignoring him, while sharpening his witch hunt tools or something. then it would look like Caleb at least tried to make his brother change his mind, like he tried to offer him a chance to go with them. but no. with the way the portraits look in the final version it just seems like Caleb was fully on-board with killing witches since he was young, even pulling his younger brother along to think the same way, Philip also thought that Caleb was perfectly fine with killing witches, but once he actually meets a real witch (assuming they've never met one before) he instantly pulls an uno reverse card and just runs off with her, without so much as telling his brother beforehand.

I'm not trying to say that "Belos should've been redeemed, because he's the victim here and Caleb is bad and it's all his fault". he still murdered his brother and went on to manipulate everyone on Boiling Isles for centuries, with his end goal being the death of all witches, while simultaneously being stuck in the loop of "denial" and "bargaining" stages of grief – repeatedly trying and failing to recreate a perfect copy of Caleb, but also killing each one that came out wrong or went against him. Belos not being redeemed in the end was the right choice (ignoring the "Belos was always le bad" from King's dad), I agree with that. frankly, if he actually got redeemed in the end, I'd probably be seething for the next 3 to 5 years, like how I did after the Diamonds' "redemptions" in SU (yes I'm still pissed about that lol). I'm just saying that, from what was shown to us, Caleb didn't seem like that good of a person either, not as bad as Belos ended up being, but still not that great. and, once again, seemingly had a raisin for a brain.

(off topic, but during Masha's retelling of Wittebane's backstory, their "sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset" line was so fucking cringe, it gave me a fever for 3 days the first time I watched the episode)

k, rant over, I dunno what else to add

TL;DR: I think Caleb was dumb as a brick, because, from what was shown to us in their backstory, he seemed to have run off to Demon Realm and abandon Philip without telling him anything beforehand. when Philip came to BI to look for his brother, who he assumed was under control of the witch who "took" him, since he thought his last living family member wouldn't just abandon him, and when he eventually found him, and it turned out he wasn't in any danger at all, Caleb just brushed the whole "I left you for witchussy" thing under the rug and pretended everything was and is perfectly fine, even though it clearly isn't. rip bozo

[restinslices]

Could you possibly do a scenario where the reader goes to Johnny and asks him for romantic advice because she has a crush on Kitana or Mileena? “Man I’m desperate, I had no idea who else to ask.” Type of scenario.

This kinda short. It only has 1101 words and idk if I fully like this but fuck it, we ball. Idk why I’m so bad at fluff���

Content Warning: Johnny

The word “crush” was typically used by children. Almost everyone has had a crush in their younger years. Someone in their class, or a random person in a hall, or someone in a higher grade level. Even celebrity crushes are usually talked about by younger people. Because of this, people tended to foolishly think that having a crush would no longer be a thing when they got older.

You were one of those people. Unfortunately, you found out that that way of thinking was false.

You hoped it was simply attraction when it came to Kitana, but the more time you spent together, the more you realized it went beyond that. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair, her smile, the way she’d scoff when hearing something stupid, her need to protect her family and defend the innocent. That was just a small list of what made Kitana amazing. 

You groaned and put your head in your hands. You were so pathetically in love with her and had no idea if she’d ever feel the same way about you.

”I’m almost done with the story. Relax” Johnny elbowed your arm and smiled at you. For weeks you debated on whether or not you should ask someone for advice. It couldn’t be Liu Kang, because that felt like asking a parent. Kung Lao and Raiden were busy training new recruits, so you didn’t wanna bother them. Any other allies like Syzoth, Ashrah, Kuai Liang and Tomas were busy with other things. Bi-Han… well… you couldn’t ask him for obvious reasons. You probably wouldn't have even if he hadn’t betrayed everyone. 

That left you with one other option that was in Earthrealm. Johnny Cage.

Pros? Johnny had plenty of experience with romance, so he had to have some sort of advice.

Cons? Johnny is Johnny. Johnny tends to blab about his movies, like he was doing now. To be fair to him though, you hadn’t worked up the courage to admit you wanted his help. It just seemed strange to have to ask for help with a crush as an adult. 

You lifted your head and looked at him. You don't know what he saw on the other side of his shades -or why he was wearing shades indoors- but it must've tipped him off that something was wrong. 

“I have a feeling you're not worried about whether or not the movie had a happy ending”. You rolled your eyes at his joke. You hadn't even been listening the whole time he was talking. 

“Absolutely not”. Johnny leaned back against the couch and sucked his teeth. 

“You sure?”

“Positive” He booed at you, which made you swat his arm. “I got serious shit I need help with”. He looked at you as if saying “go on”. So you did before you'd say nevermind and run out of there. You let it all spill out. How much you liked Kitana, how you had no idea how to make a move on her and other pathetic sounding things that came out before you could stop it. When you finished, Johnny sighed and took off his shades. 

“And of course you came to me for help” he said with pride. “I am a love expert”

“Please!” You scoffed. “I just had no one else to go to. You're a last resort Cage-”. He put his finger against your lips to shush you. 

“Shhh… it's okay. I'd ask myself for advice too if I were you- hey!” he pulled his finger back when you tried to bite him. “No biting the love expert”. 

“Already regretting this” you mumbled. Johnny either didn't hear or didn't care. You had your bets on the latter. 

“So you want Kitana? Now that's a woman! You're gonna have to be real smooth to earn her heart”. Those weren't really helpful words but you kept listening anyway. “Kitana seems like she'd love confidence. You can't be all small and scared. You gotta walk with confidence”. He pulled you up to your feet after he stood up. “Puff your chest out”. 

“What?”. Johnny moved to your side and pushed on your back, making you slightly arch and your chest raise. “This feels ridiculous”. Johnny shook his head. 

“Women love confidence. Kitana loves confidence. This gives the image of confidence. Now walk with confidence”. 

Walk with confidence?

You started to walk how you usually did but Johnny stopped you immediately. “No! Walk with confidence!”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“You gotta walk with long strides but a little slow. Like a model”

“You want me to walk slow?” You looked him up and down with distrust. “Why?”. 

“It'll give her more time to look at you”. You felt stupid, but you did it again and again until Johnny was satisfied. It felt more like bootcamp than love help. 

“Now here comes the confession part. The trick…” you leaned in in anticipation. “Don't”. 

“Wha-”

“No questions without a raised hand”

“I'm gonna raise my hand and beat you with it”

“And I will prosecute you to the highest extent of the law”

“AnD i WiLl-”

“Do you want Kitana or not?”

“Of course I do!”. Johnny put his finger to his lip in a shushing motion. You sucked up your pride and stopped talking. 

“Now, you don't wanna confess. None of that 'oh I love everything about you. I think you're so beautiful and intelligent’ nonsense. You approach her-”. Johnny put back on his shades, put his hands on his hips and got uncomfortably close. “Listen babe, you and I… we could be something. You're diggin’ me and I'm diggin’ you. This Saturday we got a date”. 

“Shouldn't I ask instead of telling her to go on a date with me?”. Johnny shook his head at you. 

“You do that and you don't seem confident! Remember confidence is the key!”. 

This made no sense. So let's recap. Johnny wanted you to puff your chest like a peacock, walk like a model and tell Kitana that you two were going on a date instead of asking? 

Maybe you should've just googled this. 

“Um, okay… great talk Johnny” you patted his shoulder then walked towards the door before he could protest. “Great talk. Brilliant talk. Enjoyed it. I'll remember it!”. You closed the door behind you and sped walked to your car, leaving Johnny alone in his house. 

Once you got in your car, you sighed. Well… that was something that happened. You pulled out your phone and went to the voice notes app. 

“Note to self. Never ever ask Johnny Cage for love advice again”. 

[ange1sang]

deadline.

mickey x ian (gallavich) fic

wc: 1.8k / au where gallavich meet at college but everything else is the same / pining, flatmates, recreational drug use, fluff, references to uptown girls

part of the orange crush and nehi soda au

summary: back at their apartment mickey is struggling to write up a paper on conflict studies. ian helps take his mind off it.

They don't talk about the phone call they shared while Mickey was at his family's house. It seems to go unsaid that they won't address it - Mickey comes home to Ian sitting on the kitchen counter, shovelling off-brand cereal into his mouth while The Simpsons is playing on the TV. He looks tired, but no more tired than any other college kid with an assignment due at the end of the week. His hair looks like movie bedhead - sticking up at random spots and somehow still model-perfect - and he's swallowed up in a worn sweater Mickey knows belongs to his brother, having seen the washed out name tag sewn into the inside of the neckline when doing the laundry one day.

"Hey," he greets Ian from the kitchen doorway, putting on nonchalance to the best of his ability. Ian looks up from his cereal and smiles, soft and teasing all at once. 

"Hey," Ian answers, eyes lingering on Mickey as he shovels another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"You doin' okay?" Mickey asks, his nonchalance failing when the words come out choked up and forced. He's still so unused to these small pleasantries, the casual care he's supposed to show to his flatmate, that every interaction makes him sweat. What he's even more unused to is that more and more often they aren't small pleasantries or casual at all - he cares about what Ian's answer will be.

"Mhm," Ian replies. He wipes milk from his mouth with the back of his hand and clears his throat. "Your family okay?"

Mickey scoffs.

"Dad's in prison. They needed help with some guns," he says. Ian smiles.

"Your sister?" he asks.

"Yeah, she's fine," Mickey nods. "I gotta study and shit, we need anything from the store?"

"Pizza in the freezer, we're fine," Ian mumbles through a mouthful of cereal. Mickey stays in the doorway for another beat, just long enough for Ian's eyes to catch on his again, before he nods and turns to go to his room. It isn't until he's sitting in bed that he feels his heartbeat thrumming in his neck, fluttery and anxious. He inhales sharply and exhales long and hard. The sound of Ian living and breathing just two rooms over is all it takes to ease the anxiety that's been gnawing at his chest all weekend.

.

The digital clock on the TV stand reads 00:14 in bright red. Rain is pitter-pattering outside, a sound that's been echoing through the apartment all day, and a tacky true crime documentary is playing on the muted TV, illuminating the living room and Mickey's laptop keyboard. The keys are greasy from the two bags of chips he's finished over the course of working on just four paragraphs of a conflict studies paper that's due in two days.

His brain feels fried, an ache throbbing between his brows that's been steadily building since he put down the first sentence of his introduction paragraph. His veins are pumping more caffeine and nicotine than blood at this point and every thought he forms ties itself into knots before he can type it up into the document. 

"Fuck," he mutters, and before he can remember that Ian's sleeping just one door away he shouts at his laptop screen. "Shit, fuck!"

He checks that the document is saved before slamming his laptop shut, cringing at the noise. Another day he would've checked to see that the screen was still functional but right now it's all he can do not to throw the laptop across the room.

"Stupid fuckin' paper, fuck this shit," he mutters, glaring at the detective on the TV screen no doubt describing some gruesome crime that would've just been another weekday when he was growing up. He can't help but think that he'd much rather be dealing with that shit than writing about onscreen conflict. The sound, soft and drawn out, of a door being pushed open pulls him out of his thoughts.

Hesitantly, Ian smiles at him from his bedroom doorway. 

"What're you watching?" he asks, approaching Mickey like he's approaching a rundown animal on the edge of a highway.

"True crime shit," Mickey mutters. Ian rolls his eyes and throws himself down onto the sofa beside him. 

"You're gonna make yourself paranoid," he chides, like growing up in their neighbourhood wasn't enough for a lifetime of paranoia. Mickey grunts back and watches Ian pick up the remote to start flipping through the channels. He stops after passing the same shows three or four times, landing on a curly-haired actress in bright clothes with big eyes. He turns the volume up straight away and when Mickey turns to look at him he's smiling at the screen, eyes wide like a kid watching their favourite cartoon.

"You gonna tell me what this is?" he asks gruffly. Ian's smile gets wider.

"Uptown Girls. My big sister, Fiona, used to love this movie when we were kids," he says, voice soft even through the remnants of sleep. "I think it reminded her a little of what she was like as a kid."

All Mickey manages to reply is a quiet 'shit' under his breath, not wanting to break the spell Ian's under. The bright colours on screen light up his freckled cheeks, pinks and blues moving back and forth against his skin like fairground lights. Slowly, the knots in Mickey's brain begin to loosen, untying and leaving behind only gentle, mushy feelings that make his face burn and his hands jittery. He rips his eyes away from Ian before he can be caught staring, slumping back into the sofa to watch the movie with him.

He reaches for the pack of cigarettes stuffed into the gap between the sofa cushions but before he can pull it out Ian's slapping his hand away.

"The fuck-"

"Here," Ian interrupts him, pulling a joint and lighter out of his hoodie pocket. Mickey raises an eyebrow, hesitantly taking the joint from Ian as the redhead flicks the lighter a few times until the flame is steady. "If you're gonna cook your brain in the middle of the night might as well be with this."

Mickey can't argue with that, and he mumbles as much as Ian lights the joint for him. The sickly sweet smell of weed curls around them almost instantly as Mickey pulls smoke deep into his lungs, handing the joint back to Ian.

"We gotta get a bong," Ian says, every word coming out as a puff of smoke from between his lips.

"Mandy probably has one we could have," Mickey mumbles. "Or we just make one out of a fuckin' water bottle or somethin'."

Ian laughs, soft and airy, and Mickey's heart flutters in an embarrassing way that he blames on the weed.

They pass the joint back and forth until it's all smoked up, the high humming beneath Mickey's skin like the grain that buzzes over the movie on the TV. A comfortable silence falls over them as they watch the movie, the main actress in girly, unruly clothes chasing after a little blonde girl, their interactions strange but endearing. The colours and style of the early 2000s are charming and just as sweet as the high, the imagery honeyed and saccharine like the heaviness that sinks into Mickey's limbs and eyelids. 

He turns to look at Ian, who doesn't seem to register him at all, and he can easily imagine Ian when he was a kid, watching his big sister's favourite movie and picking out all the details he loved the most. The actress grins, all teeth and sunshine, and Mickey is reminded of the smiles Ian lets slip when he isn't worried about anybody watching him. He can picture him, ginger hair and freckled shoulders, wearing those same bright clothes and running around a big city with his head in the clouds. He doesn't realise he's smiling until Ian's head lolls to the side and his eyes shift from the screen to look at Mickey.

"What're you lookin' at?" he asks, voice slow and thick like molasses. If he was anymore sober Mickey would have looked back at the TV but right now he feels like he's stepped in quicksand, stuck knee-deep in the green of Ian's eyes. Ian doesn't seem to mind, smiling crookedly and leaning his face against the sofa. His cheek squishes up against the sofa cushion but his eyes stay fixed on Mickey's, watching him with the same focus he was watching the movie with.

"What?" Mickey asks this time, only just biting back a laugh. 

"Nothin'," Ian replies, a barely-there lilt to his voice. 

"Same here," Mickey says, his smile growing when Ian giggles. He finally manages to tear his eyes away from the freckled face staring at him, looking back at the TV where the main actress is fighting over a fairground ride with the blonde kid. Mickey doesn't know if it's the weed or the movie or just how fucked his brain is from his godforsaken assignment, but he works up the courage to voice what's been on his mind for days now, and blurts it out before he has the common sense to change his mind. "Missed you when I was back home."

There's a soft little huff of breath, and he doesn't have to see Ian's face to know that his flatmate is smiling. 

"It was nice, when you called," he murmurs. "It was weird being alone here."

"Yeah, well…" Mickey starts, and then pauses, struggling to get his head on straight as warmth prickles up his arms. He looks at Ian again and finds that he's still smiling, just less amused and more sincere now. Any words Mickey had come up with die on his tongue, and he turns back to the movie before he says what's on his mind without thinking again. That thought makes his cheeks burn furiously, because there isn't anything else on his mind. He isn't thinking about the warmth of Ian's neck when he touched it and he isn't picturing Ian as the lead in a cheesy 2000s romcom. He isn't thinking about anything like that at all. He isn't. 

"Alright," Ian breathes, pulling his legs up so he can sit cross-legged. His bare knee rests against Mickey's thigh, and even though his heart is still hammering away in his chest, Mickey makes no move to pull away. He sinks into the sofa and Ian seems to do the same, still facing Mickey instead of the TV screen. "I can help you with your paper tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it, carrot top, I'll figure it out," he mumbles. When Ian doesn't reply, he chances a quick glance at him and sees that his eyes are closed and his lips parted, chest rising and falling slow and steady. Mickey breathes a soft sigh of relief. 

Gingerly, he reaches out and rests his fingertips against Ian's kneecap, a shaky sigh escaping him. He traces a small circle against his skin but isn't brave enough to trace anything else. He goes back to watching the TV, where the movie has paused for an ad break. He falls asleep before he can find out what happens at the end of the movie.

[funnymemesandreblogs]

So I posted something about telling my friend I'm a lesbian some time ago and I must inform you of today's events. Few days/weeks ago I sent my friend, let's call her L, that I gotta tell her something but deleted it right away. Doesn't matter - she still saw it. She asks me about it the next day and I say I can't tell her right now but I will tell her after a few days/when I'm ready. Today, my fellas, we were ready to go outside. But I (as always) took much more time to get ready than expected, even tho usually she's the one that's even more late than me. Anyways, she came to my house because of that and asked me when will I tell her. But it was literally like my body doesn't let me say it out loud. I told her I will tell her outside so we went outside. First park - full of children, second park - full of children, found some benches and sat there talkin' bout some shit when she asked me again. I couldn't answer even tho I wanted to so I consitered writing it down but that would've been really weird so I waited a bit more. (I also was smiling awkwardly and uncontrollably, I just be like that when I'm embarassed.) I started saying some random shit about how it's not really that important so she better not be expecting something amazing but that it also could be a really big deal. L talked a while and when she stopped for a moment I felt that I could finally say it and was like, fuck it, if I don't say it now, who knows when will I so I just blurted out an "I'm a lesbian" in the middle of a conversation about god knows what. L then says that she actually expected that and asked me WHEN DID I DECIDE TO BE LIKE THAT, LIKE NOOO, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU THINK I WOULD JUST CHOOSE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS??? overreacting rn, anyways I explain to her I do not decide that and that it comes to me naturally and she's like "Oh, ok", and I. Think. She. Maybe. Understood. But I was so fucking wrong. L said "I support you (amazing, right, that's what I thought, too) BUT I DO NOT SUPPORT OTHER PEOPLE. YOU'RE MY FRIEND SO YOU ARE AN EXEMPTION." I was sad, also she will probbably have the best reaction out of all my friends so I. Am. Fucked.

Some time passed and she asks me, how did you think I would react?

Me: ...

I actually thought you'd react exactly like this.

L: Yeah, I think I reacted too casually/relaxed.

Me: [?????? what the fuck]

Haha, not really..

L: What do you mean? See how relaxed I am? [points at her way of sitting]

Me: Yeahh, but... (mumbling some random shit because I'm too sad and overwhelmed to even tell her about what I don't like.)

L: How do you think P (other friend) will react?

Me: I guess same as you.

L: When will you tell her?

Me: I don't know, probbably after a few weeks (definitely not, lol).

L: Any crushes??

Me: Nope. (Even tho I like this one girl soo much but I know L hates her.)

I am sorry. This post is so messed up and makes no goddamn sense, especially now at the end, but that was literally our conversation till P came so I guess it's okay. Also, my whole class thinks LGBTQ+ people are mentally sick but I'm still in a better position than some other people because she didn't discriminate me (even tho she will probbably soon). :D, bye my dear gay stranger, hope you enjoyed and didn't suffer much in life or through this post, :D

[that-birdy-chick]

Hawaii five 0 s8 commentary:

Part 1.

ep 1 x s8

- five 0 really do love introducing female characters in bikinis, or were they trying to make it even more obvious that tani is the new kono replacement?

- aww Danny asking Steve to be his partner in the whole restaurant thing is very sweet

- the torch is back again? Kinda thought his story was complete after the prison break with Adam, didn't he have this whole speech about being better of in prison?

- okay Steve worrying about tani being reckless and her not taking any of his shit and Danny being all "see, now you know how I feel all the time" is very funny

- oh so now you realize going into the middle of a raging wild fire was a bad idea, who would have thought?

- damn Danny is so used to Steve's bullshit he doesn't even fight it anymore

- they- he's taking the entire house? He's taking the entire house

- wow they're making it very very obvious that tani is supposed to be the new kono, okay

- omg so call me nuts but why does the whole restaurant thing feel like a weird metaphor for Steve and danny setteling down together? They talk like their gonna marry- I feel like I'm hallucinating

ep 2

- I may be a cat person but that is one cute dog- and he has such a nice owner and - oh no I know how this is gonna go

- nononono don't hurt the doggo! IS HE GONNA BE OKAY?!

- don't show me this fucking junior guy I need to know if the dog is okay!

- Steve what do you mean, you've never been married? You and danny have been basically married for at least 5 years now. And since when are you uncomfortable talking about Steve's feelings Danny?? what are you two talking about??

- yes finally someone goes looking for the poor puppy! Oh no the poor baby's hurt 🥺Tho I'm a little confused I thought Danny was the dog person? Why is Steve suddenly so invested and not danny? Did the powers that be forget the whole Mr. Pickles thing?

- people how am I supposed to care about the plot if I don't know if the dog is gonna make it!

- poor eddie is such a good boy, I would literally die for him 🥺 he's gonna be okay! oh thank goodness

- "I thought you were a cat person " (thank you Danny!)

"I guess he grew on me"

Steve why you looking at Danny while saying that? Don't tell me the dog is supposed to be a parallel to him

-god damn it, pets mourning their lost owners always gets me :'(

ep 3

- I swear the whole restaurant thing feels like Steve and danny planning their wedding-

Kamekona did not just pull out a mcdanno shirt -

I can't with this show anymore

- eyyyy bootleg James bond is back! And steve is talking about "our" retirement plan? Just make them an official married couple already!

- come on Harry, you don't gotta roast their restaurant idea like that especially after they agreed to let you tagalong

- I love how mcdanno exchange judging looks whenever Harry trys to sweet talk someone, true couple goals right there

- man the whole police-violence-played-for-laughs-thing especially against poc really didn't age well

- okay so 10 bucks harry's the secret bad guy

- eww no don't flirt with tani harry, that's just weird! I swear what is it with Hollywood and old men hitting on girls that aren't even half their age

- Damn Harry really just went and called Steve and danny out for for being in love and unable to live without each other and they didn't deny anything

- okay nvm Harry isn't the bad guy it's just some random dude who lost a kid, and apparently Harry lost someone important to him?

- naww they boys are cooking for them- aaand fighting - oh man, this could have been such a nice little gesture, why you gotta ruin it for a joke? I mean I know their probably just setting up the restaurant idea failing which- I'm kinda sad about because it could have been an actual nice retirement thing to end the show on somewhere down the line, but I guess not

ep 4

- I love how Lou talks to steve like he's making an investment without asking his husband (which let's be real he definitely is)

- the use of the term "partner" is becoming more and more ambiguous by the second

- rip toast he was a nice dude, at least before he became loaded

- naww not Steve being all smug about Danny calling Hawaii home

- no kamekona! don't hurt him🥺

- better call your son dude you don't fuck with Steve's family

- kamekona really did a fuck tone of good ever since he made it out of prison, it's really nice that he finally gets some recognition for that

- so junior is homeless? Really explains a lot of stuff about why he's so desperate to be five 0

-aww and steve adopts him right away and tani too, the man really does collect strays like Pokémon

ep 5

- aw grace brought Steve a pumpkin for Halloween? guess she's growing up to be a Halloween lover just like her dad

- so 10 min in and already Alicia triggered Steve's mommy-issues

-Alicia honey, Steve has like five adopted children already and is a pretty intense dude maybe it be good to have someone else take care of your deeply traumatized daughter if this doesn't go well?

- tani:"so there's this hot demi-god"

"top or bottom?" Danny asking the important question

- love me some good folklore inspired murders

- so the clay maxwell thing still isn't over? poor Lou hasn't the guy has put him through enough?

- I love that their bringing eddie along everywhere now, he's the best new addition to the team <3

- so love that Danny is also along for them search of the killer but isn't that kind of a bad idea with his busted arm?

-huh tani and junior are clicking fast guess there's a romance about to happen

- hey and Lou is finally getting closure for the dian thing, that's great!

[estellardreams]

Sometimes I have random plot thoughts on stories that I like reading or am writing and I just wanna talk about a few that keep squirming around in my mind.

Tachophobia AU: Random Idea... In an attempt to stop his friends from reverting Niko back to Sonic, Starline secretly takes them into the facility and starts manipulating them in similar but also different ways. They could interact if he wanted, but it'd be a "Psych Ward" situation.

Imprisonment/Cybernetic AU: I have done a lot of messed up shit to characters before, and this isn't any different. Just look at my Cybernetic AU because jeez Issue 4 went hard on Sonic's trauma. It was actually my favorite to write and draw. I also got all of the work done in FOUR DAYS. (strange record. Was going to see a friend soon and I cranked out 11 pages and finished right before midnight the day before)

I actually wing a ton of my writing, and many plots don't get off the ground unfortunately because of it. So to shoutout some of those abandoned comics... "Not So Different" (A short mini between Canon!Shadow and Cybernetic!Sonic bc I noticed how similar they were), that one mlp x sonic pony comic I only got one page done for and don't have a name for, another mlp x sonic crossover comic featuring the Paradox Prism I only got to the cover art for, and that Imprisonment AU comic I completely forgot about and... Unfortunately abandoned but idk might come back to it.

Shadow Prime AU: I've always wanted to make a comic adaptation of the fic, and I might come around to it eventually once I decide what I wanna do. The main issue is the art style... Do I want it fully colored, black and white, or selective coloring? Not too sure but I'm kinda leaning on fully colored. But I still gotta finish Cybernetic but it's on hiatus due to burnout.

Sonic Cybernetic AU: I've actually wished for a game adaptation of the comic. Or at least... Working models people could use for other games to add them. I just think that'd be neat, but I can't code or model for anything.

Sometimes I accidentally enforce personal headcanons or personal experience to my writing... This happened recently with the "Rollercoaster" fic from the Tachophobia AU (reminder: I just like it. I did not create it. That belongs to @boom-fanfic-a-latta and @the-sky-queen.) Because I unintentionally drew from my own experiences from an amusement park. Although they were exaggerated a bit, they're still oddly close to my original memories. When I was younger, I liked going to the County Fair, and for the longest time I hated fast rides. I'd always panic on them, and my favorite ride was this caterpillar one (it was also slow paced and kinda bumpy). And Niko's experience, albeit shifted to be more like his character, was exactly how I felt on my first fast ride... Absolutely fucking terrified. I also sometimes have a nervous stammer and suffer from anxiety issues, so... I might've unintentionally written Niko to feel similarly to me at amusement parks when I was younger.

Anyway, just some random stuff, wanted to info-dump too. Cool? Okay, bye!

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

Old Art Archive

Phew we are getting into the big bosses, this is The Master and Pedro :)

AHAHA ok so Pedro literally has nothing on him (the blue one). Like he ever had a design before and this is a newer design. Let me tell you, my co author HATES it, they hate it so much. I was gagged because I thought it’s cute. Anyways my co author didn't give me an alternate design or any real feedback and or criticisms. So, it's going to stay until that happens., which i feel like is never because the bitch cant get their shit together. Ugh.

Honestly Pedro does nothing, he does not serve a purpose in the story other than to be cunty. I wanted Pedro to dress like a pimp because I thought it was funny, but like a real tacky one. Pedro is besties with The Madam and they like to kiki together after work. Everybody loves Pedro. I don't even remember how he got involved with The Company. I think The Madam brought him into it. I want to draw him again, maybe in different clothes. I feel like it’s weird because it’s human clothes, and he does not live in a human world. But I also feel like it would match because it is so weird looking on him.

Moving on. OKAY I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT THE FUCKING NAMES WE GAVE THESE CHARACTERS ARE HORRENDOUS. Like we just pulled up a random name generator and picked ones we thought sounded cool. Which is why The Master is named, “Belladonna Elvira”. I'm sorry I hate myself, i hate myself. How did I let this happen?

Sorry baby you got a doodoo ass name.

The design for The Master pretty much stayed the same because we wanted it to be simple. Black bodysuit, with maybe some cut outs to show skin, It has a mask and red eyes, some nice stompers on and we gotta incorporate chains somewhere. The Master can take any form (i usually have It fem cuz easy to draw). In the redesign I decided to make the bodysuit purple instead of black, and for It to have alt looks, like some with slick back hair and some with curly hair (closer to og). When The Master is working and It wants to wear “human” clothes It usually wears pants (or something easy to move around in). But whenever the lord is around and It wants to impress her, It wears a dress (impressed by Mortica and Angelica). The silver stuff is supposed to be chain accents. I don't think the design is bad...but i still this It looks to human UGGGHH. I’ll figure something out.

Anyways The Master is like... a shapeshifter. And shapeshifters are kind of...really desired. Like people kill over them, and in this world (shapeshifters only appear on land) all shapeshifters get...i guess drafted into the military and become weapons (nonhuman military). The Master did not want this life and basically was on the run until It met The Lord. The Lord basically took It in and The Master fell in love with her. LOL. So The Master is really, REALLY obsessed with the Lord and It just wants the Lord's love. The Master does not believe anyone but the Lord, and does whatever she says. The Masters job in the Company is to go to Earth (and around the other regions, sea, and sky). To spy and kidnap people to bring them back to “The Brothel” (not an actual brothel).

Bruh the Master is fucking UPS. That's all I feel like writing.

Ok BYE.

[marilostfieldblog]

(OOC: WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD AND MILD GORE BELOW THE CUT! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from someone's shirt pocket as they kick a door open, they walk in and place their phone on a table. In frame are 4 people, one of them, with black hair and a sweater. Speaks up.]

?: Hello?

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

?: OMG! Heyyyyy!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[Ophelia takes a few steps, moving closer to the others. Her dark curly hair bounces as she bounds over. A very large smile on her face.]

?: Sarah meet Ophelia and Jackass, Jackass and Ophelia meet Sarah.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Motherfucker, at least be creative with it! Sarah, my name is NOT Jackass. I’m Cassius. It’s a displeasure to meet you, and even more so to see Mari again.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

M: At least be nice to Sarah, she hasn't done anything to you dipfuck.

C: … Fine. I actually have something for you, Sarah. Here.

[Cassius reaches into his pocket, and tosses something shiny and golden Sarah’s way.]

S: What is it?

C: Random ass ring I had in my room, didn’t need it. Think of it as a consolation prize for dating Mari.

M: Like you or any of PR would do any bett-

[Sarah smacks Mari on the back of the head before putting on the ring.]

S: Thank you Cassius, I like it! And Mari. Be nice.

C: I’m glad, and yeah, Mari. Be nice.

[Cassius grins and squints at Mari smugly.]

M: All I'm saying is, you can't make fun of my relationship. When Ophelia is seemingly the only person here who knows anything about a good relationship. [Aside.] hell you want to fuck the CEO.

C: I don’t do relationships. I thought I made that clear. Never exactly wanted to. And shut up about the CEO.

M: Then don't make fun of mine. If Ophelia did that at least I might understand.

S: Is Ophelia… A lesbian? You mentioned no one in PR is straight.

O: Hmmm… That’s a good question, why don’t I ask Adelia? [Aside.] ADELIA? AM I A LESBIAN?

?: FUCK YEAH YOU ARE! A GREAT ONE, TOO!

[Voice identified: Adelia.]

O: Well, that settles that!

S: Nice, glad to meet another lesbian here… Glad to meet… Any women not gonna lie.

O: Likewise. Now… are you here to…?

M: No, she's here to make sure I don't go too far. I'm a gal? Non binary version of that? Of my word, I said I'm gonna beat Eden within an inch of her life, I meant that.

[Cassius leans back in his chair, placing his legs on the table. He takes a can of Coke out of his pocket and opens it.]

C: You’ve really gotta start not sticking to your word, especially when you’re in here. I couldn’t care less if you ‘go too far’ to be honest.

O: How many Cokes do you have in your pockets?

C: You’ll never know.

M: Not gonna kill her. Don't feel like dealing with that.

[Cassius pouts, overexaggerating his expression. He takes a sip of his Coke.]

C: Yeah, alright. Have fun, asshole.

M: Trust me. I will, chicken cock.

S: Chicken cock?

M: I'm running out of insults.

O: Usually when that happens to me I call him a sleeper agent. Because–

C: Okay that’s enough Ophelia. Go beat the shit out of Eden.

M: Call her out.

[Mari runs to hide behind a plant.]

C: Eden! There’s a very large ostrich out here that I think you’d like to see!

S: Ostrich?

C: She always talks about killing and eating an ostrich. It’s the best way I could think of to get her out here.

[A red haired woman bursts out of one of the rooms and into frame.]

?: WHERE.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

M: Right here.

[Mari jumps out from behind the plant and punches Eden right in the jaw, knocking her to the ground.]

E: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! THAT IS NOT A DAMN OSTRICH. THAT’S A COWARDLY BITCH! YOU LIAR!

M: Is it really so cowardly when I do this?

[Mari grabs a pen and pokes it in the woman's eye, before punching her three more times and beginning to look for objects.]

S: Let the show begin.

[Eden stands, her jaw is clenched from pain, but despite that, she manages to lunge at Mari, her teeth visible.]

S: LOOK OUT!

[Mari spins around and blasts Eden in the head with a plant pot.]

C: Honestly, Eden! You should have seen that one coming!

[Eden doesn’t respond, instead wildly grabbing for Mari.]

M: Bruh.

[Mari blocks Eden attacks, hitting her in the head with a book.]

M: YOU ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE AT THIS!

E: YOU STABBED ME IN THE EYE! FUCK YOU!

[Eden yanks Mari’s arm and bites them in the neck. She draws back after a few seconds, looking very proud of herself.]

O: Ooh…

S: MARI!

[Mari touches their neck, blood slowly falling from the bite wound. After 5 seconds they stand there looking disappointed.]

M: That's it?

E: Wh–

C: Eden, did you happen to forget to put the venom in your enhancements this morning?

[Eden sputters indignantly.]

E: I– I couldn’t find the– the vials were missing! I think someone took them!

C: [Sarcastically.] Oh gee, wonder who could’ve done that.

[He takes another sip of his Coke, not bothering to look up, held between his fingers are several vials, Eden stares at Cassius, going red.]

E: You–

C: Look out, Eden.

M: My turn bitch.

[Mari bashes Eden over the head with a metal drawer, pulling Eden in before bashing her in the head 5 more times. Judo throwing her to the floor.]

[Eden screeches. She attempts to stand up.]

M: No you fuckin' don't.

[Mari grabs Eden by the head, headbutting her in the nose and mouth. Before starting to smash the file drawer into her head several times on the floor.]

O: That’s gotta sting!

C: Yikes! Eden, are you sure you’re good enough for PR?

M: Shut up. I'm focused.

[Mari throws the now dented drawer, grabbing Eden by the leg and putting said leg in a triangle-like position. Kicking it several times before switching to punching Eden in the face, blood popping into frame several times.]

[Cassius and Ophelia laugh as Eden tries to hit Mari, one of her arms grabs an item off the floor, but instead of hitting Mari with it, she chucks it at Sarah. Ophelia’s arm extends and catches the item, before tossing it back at Eden. It hits her in the head.]

S: Thank you… Um Eden you might regret that-

[Mari stomps the arm Eden used to throw the item multiple times, on the tenth stomp a loud crack is heard causing Eden to scream in pain.]

S: Yep.

E: WHY THAT ARM?!

M: Shut. Up.

[Mari returns to punching Eden in the face, more and more blood visible by the second.]

C: Go for the jaw!

O: No, no! Go for the nose a bit more!

[A door can be heard opening.]

?: Yooooo are we watching someone beat the shit out of Eden? Siiiick.

[Voice identified: Alexander.]

E: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP ME, YOU ASSHOLES!

[The three PR members speak in unison.]

C: Yeah, no.

O: Sorry, I don’t want to.

A: Nuh uh.

[Mari switches to stomping Eden's head, blood seen on both their knuckles.]

O: Careful! Remember that thing about keeping your word?

S: I'll stop them.

[Blood is now visible on Mari's right heel, they return to punching Eden in the face. Tears now streaming down their face.]

M: GO THE FUCK TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

E: [Barely audible.] You– first. Bitch–

M: I WON'T LET YOU HURT SOMEONE… LIKE YOU DID MY MOM!

S: [Whispered.] Fuck-

[Mari lifts their foot up once more, looking to stomp Eden's head in again.]

C: I’m not going to ask.

O: Yup, me neither.

E: What the fuck– are you talking– about?

M: Die.

[Just as Mari goes to deliver what would have been a final blow, Sarah tackles Mari to the ground.]

S: Mari, that isn't your dad! That's Eden, he's not here I promise you!

C: Ooooh, the plot thickens!

S: You got what you wanted? Eden got the shit beaten out of her?

M: Dad… I don't want him alive… LET ME GO!

C: Buddy, that is NOT your father. If I remember correctly, he got his neck snapped via crowbar. That’s Eden.

S: Trauma's a bitch. I'd figure you or anyone here, would know that.

[Cassius blinks, his expression falling slightly, before it goes back to how it was before. He laughs.]

C: Yeah, right.

M: He… I want… Mom…

S: Hey, hey I'm not your mom but I'm right here. It's ok I swear to you, can… One of you hand me some paper towels, or a mop. I'll clean up.

A: Uh, nuh uh! You didn’t do any o’ that. I’ll clean up. Go uh. Hug your partner or whatever. I dunno.

[Alexander scurries away, presumably to grab paper towels.]

S: I… Still need paper towels. For their knuckles, please?

O: I’ll get something for that, don’t worry! I’ll also drag Eden away. I’ll be back in a sec girly!

S: Thank you Ophelia, I appreciate it.

[As Ophelia exits the room, Cassius stands up and walks over to Mari and Sarah.]

C: So.

S: What?

C: How much money do ya want for that?

S: What? You serious?

C: Fuck yeah, Eden’s been a pain in the ass for too long. This’ll put her back in line. Now, how much d’ya want.

[Mari slowly calms down, giving an answer.]

M: O- one… G- grand.

S: Mari what?

C: That cheap?

M: F- five. G- Grand.

[Cassius laughs, sounding eerily non-human. His pitch is either too low or too high.]

C: That’s more like it!

[He grabs a bag from under the table and counts out the amount.]

S: What… What are we even supposed to do with that much money?

C: Hell if I know.

M: F- For one… I w- want to buy… M- mom's house…

S: Mari. That's… You sure?

C: Pfft, yeah. Good luck with that. Should’ve asked for more money if you wanted to do that.

S: Family discount? Pretty sure your aunt or uncle owns the house now right Mari?

M: y- yeah…

C: [Sarcastically.] And I’m sure that being human, they’ll for sure let you take ownership of the house for just five grand.

S: I mean… Mari's mom did only buy it for 3 grand so.

[Cassius blinks, hard. Clearing his throat.]

C: [Quietly.] Jesus Christ.

S: Fixer upper house… It is a beautiful fucking house.

C: I’m sure.

[He looks up, seemingly thinking deeply.]

C: I had something else to fucking tell you, but I forgot what it was…

S: Think?

C: Fuck you–! Wait, I remember. I uh… Hold on.

[Cassius quickly walks over to a desk, opening the drawer, taking something out, and closing it.]

C: Found this a while back. Thought you’d want it.

[He crouches down and hands a piece of white fabric to Mari, it is spotted with blood, seemingly slightly old.]

M: This is… Thank you.

C: Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t.

M: I know… Just. Quit being an asshole all the time, please? I know you might be scared of the… You know strikes but like. Please, you're capable of being… Not an asshole all the time. Look at Ophelia! She's nice.

C: You’re way too trusting.

O: What? I heard my name?

M: I… Yeah maybe, but like…

C: I mean it. You’re too trusting.

[Cassius takes out something shiny and jabs it into Mari’s hand, the blade of a knife can be seen stuck in the floor, and in Mari’s hand.]

M: G- SON OF A BITCH!

S: C- cassius. You.

[Sarah balls her hand up into a fist and punches the floor.]

M: Quit… Being a god damn asshole, am I not… Going through enough right now?

C: No, you aren’t. Nobody ever is. That’s how this world works.

M: I really… Really hope I get to watch you die. How about you fuck another one of your bosses and get killed.

O: CASS! YOU DONE STABBING MARI YET OR DO YOU NEED A MINUTE?

C: I’m done! You ready to go?

O: Hell yeah!

[Ophelia walks out, no paper towels in hand, instead she has a dressy outfit on.]

O: Sorry, hon. Well, I’m not. But… you know. Symbolic apologies. Like what you do!

S: You… I… I thought…

[Sarah looks confused, turning to look at the phone on the table.]

O: You thought what, girl. That I was going to be some sweet woman who does no wrong? Look around you, you’re in the goddamn murder dormitory. This is where Showfalls best liars hang out.

S: Except Eden. She is both a bad liar and a bad killer. But that's besides the point what the actual fuck?

O: If she’s such a bad liar, then why does Rose still call her Evelyn? Just some food for thought. Anyway! It’s time for me to go! Have fun, you two!

M: P- phone… L- light…

[Mari looks directly at the phone, the transcript light shining in their eyes.]

O: Oh, right. Hold on. Let’s see if that new update installed on your phone!

[Ophelia walks up to the phone, grinning.]

O: Block user Nessa Kylie Hoffson.

[User blocked.]

O: There we go, now I’m off the hook.

M: n- no…

[Mari looks down.]

S: THERE'S STILL ROSE! AND KATHERINE! YOU DUMB BITCH!

O: I’m still by the phone, girlie! Block users Rose Henderson and Katherine Romero.

[Users blocked. Sub-users blocked.]

M: S- sarah… p- please… s- shut the fuck up.

C: I may not know a lot about relationships, but that is no way to treat your girlfriend.

O: Because I’m feeling a little nice, here. Have an Advil, hon. It might help.

[Ophelia tosses a small pill towards Mari, before finally turning to leave.]

M: …

S: Mari I…

M: F- fuck you cassius. I… I hope… CEO has… your fuckin' tongue ripped out.

C: I wouldn’t mind that.

O: What.

C: What? Let's go actually. Haha.

[The two leave.]

M: End transcript… Why didn't it work?

[Footsteps can be heard coming down a hallway, Alexander slides into frame, holding paper towels, and regular towels. And a pack of marshmallows. For some reason.]

A: I HAVE THINGS!

M: W- what…

S: I'm guessing you're an asshole. Like the rest of PR?

A: What the fuck, you’re so mean to me all the time. You hates me and you’re so sucks. I bring you towels of every kind and you still bully me. What the fuck.

S: My girlfriend just got stabbed by your boss. Ophelia said you're all liars. So sorry I don't trust you either.

A: Hey, do you want the towels or not.

S: Yes… Please.

[Alexander drops the towels on the floor, the paper towels taking a while to land, as they float to the ground, scattering. He drops into a cross legged sitting position, and leans forward with his chin in his hands.]

S: Yes?

A: Hi!

S: Hello.

A: Are you any good at mario party.

S: Yes actually, why you ask?

A: Cassius is shit at mario party. I wanna play against someone who’ll actually be a challenge to beat.

S: In return will PR leave us the fuck alone?

A: Erm.

S: Alexander please… I'm tired. I'm mad that I'm still in this hellhole. I want to go home. If I play mario party can PR please leave us alone?

[Alexander's playful tone drops, just for a moment.]

A: Sarah. We’re risking a lot by just letting you even be in here. I can’t do jack shit about any of this. None of us can. We don’t have that power.

S: We could help… You don't have to be afraid to ask for help. You could run, escape, get doctors to deal with any showfall issues they caused.

[Alexander leans in and whispers something in Sarah’s ear.]

[Sarah freezes for one moment, before laughing. After 30 seconds she leans in to whisper something in Alexander's ear.]

A: Dude, sonic and mario DEFINITELY kiss so much. What are you even saying right now.

S: Agree to disagree.

M: What the fuck are you two saying…

A: You wouldn’t get it, you’re a nerd. And not awesome.

M: Mario and Sonic do more then kiss, fuck y'all mean?

A: Okay uh. Mayonnaise or whatever your name is, you’re gonna bleed all over my controllers. So you either can’t play or you have to be the red one.

M: Can I end the transcript?

A: Yeah sure, if you don’t want everyone on the internet to see me kicking your ass in mario party!

S: They actually um… Won our high school mario party tournament. Fun fact.

A: Okay? I’m so cool and awesome and not paper-like in the slightest, I will not fly away in the wind. I will win all the rounds and you’ll cry. So hard.

M: You look like a jug of strawberry milk. In like… The worst way.

A: It must be all the poison I drink daily.

M: What the fuck.

A: Builds tolerance. I don’t have to be afraid of drinking things that Cassius hands me on thursdays.

M: You should be DEAD.

A: Yeah, sometimes I overdo it.

S: Wait… Why Thursdays?

A: Poison Thursdays. Scariest day of the week.

M: Anyway. [Aside.] END TRANSCRIPT!

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[doubleddenden]

Sometimes I miss being a teenager (particularly I miss having a full head of hair before college stress and extreme family drama made me start balding in my 20s), but I think back to the 2010s and just how toxic it was to try and like anything.

The whole "Sonic was never good" phase that the internet went through and even the franchise adapted that became self depreciation towards itself and its fans

That's actually a pretty good snapshot of why everything sucked back then. Everything remotely cool or edgy in a fun way was ripped to shreds by chucklefucks looking to cash in on the "your favorite thing sucks actually" phase. People were purposely honing in on every piece of media with a microscope to find the slightest wrong doing and inflating it until it's all you could hear about.

The "good" media was not allowed to take itself too seriously and always had to be hidden under several layers of irony and or randomness. "See! We're silly and awful on purpose! It's okay to like this! We don't seriously think we're cool!" "Well THAT just happened."

You weren't allowed to enjoy anything that wasn't main stream. Oh you like anime? Cringe and unforgivable. Oh you're not wearing skinny jeans? What are you, poor? Your favorite game is Ocarina of Time? Um, this youtuber says it sucks actually.

You enjoy thing??? *quotes word per word some internet personality that makes fun of it*

There was just this arrogant hipsterism where nothing you liked was good unless it was niche or referenced old things. It's still persistent today, but thank god we've learned to ignore those guys.

Oh don't get me wrong, the 2020s still suck ass, too, but at least as a culture we've learned to enjoy things again. Now we can tell certain youtubers like Cinemasins or Arin Hanson to go fuck themselves when they try the "this sucks actually" thing to the coolest things ever again.

There's still this stench of "cringe" though. The guilt of enjoying something bad, the pain of having to pretend this thing that sucks is actually cool when it's boring or awful, the "cringe" of finding joy in something you loved as a child or the "cringe" of criticizing bad business practices of said thing because the public perceives it as for babies.

What we truly need is to go back to the 90s and 2000s to really get back to enjoying things unironically. This talking animal guy being cool as shit isn't cringe, it's just cool as shit. This movie or series isn't "bad, actually" because some asshole with a job at buzzfeed hates 1 character, it's got the same ups and downs as any other show or movie. This really low energy hipster cartoon and fake retro inspired game isn't actually the end all be all, and you can be excited about games based on your favorite popular things. One "terrible irredeemable thing" does not in fact make a show irredeemable in the context that its fictional. And the see through color plastics. We gotta bring that back. That's not even an option, this is a command.

Anyways as a 30 year old millennial, thank the Zoomers and Alphas for attacking the 2010s cringe culture with frothing mouths and baseball bats.

[the-one-blog-to-rule-them-all]

i'm just sitting here thinking of all the travel shit i have planned for the year while listening to "old school eminem" on spotify. i gotta listen to more d12 honestly. I love planning stuff but I swear I'm getting a little tired of doing SO MUCH all the time. I say that but then when i go a few weeks without doing something kinda fun I get all miserable.

i want to try to get up to indiana early this year but i have so much other stuff i don't really want to spend money on a rental car for four days, but that's kinda silly because i just need to go see my dad (who, by the way, believes he's talking to an asian woman ((sorry, i don't know where from because I know no details)) who's going to come to america just for him. my feelings on this are so complicated because my relationship with him is so complicated. I'm sad that he's so lonely he's trying to talk to random women who might not be real online, i'm sad that his life ended three years ago when he crashed that motorcycle, but i'm angry that he fucking didn't do anything for himself once it happened. He literally just let himself rot on the couch snorting opiates instead of doing any physical therapy at all which would have helped him so immensely. maybe if he did that my sister wouldn't have to be his slave bitch every weekend, god forbid he would do anything to help anyone else if it takes a modicum of effort from him. But i love him and it hurts me that he's in so much emotional and physical pain) because I haven't seen him in so long and I only visit maybe once a year. And I can stay with my sister so my only expense is the plane ticket and the car, but I only fly southwest because I have flight anxiety (i'm working on it) and i can't bring myself to fly the "budget" airlines like spirit and frontier because i'm terrified of them being smaller and less maintained (literally not true, FAA rules and blablabla)

So maybe that for April? late march? i also don't want to go there when my fucking mother goes which she's really been trying to get me to go with her but i don't... like her. And when we spend too much time together we stop getting along. and she's being so annoying with wedding stuff for me. She's just excite which i'm okay with but she's being really fucking naggy about stuff and kinda bitchy about my ceremony timeline I have planned and stuff. Like I want to start the ceremony at 4:30 or 4:45 because the sun sets at like 5:30 on my wedding date. So if its a 10 minute ceremony then that gives us 45 minutes of light to take family photos. But she doesn't listen and she keeps fucking going on and on and on about how it's going to be daylight when the reception starts. Okay???? I truly don't give a fuck it's not that deep to me. I just want to have a nice fun wedding and get good photos. And also her ideas are so dated and ugly no offense to old ladies, she keeps coming up with decor ideas and i have to gently tell her "i don't love that" because talking with her is always like playing chess so I have to balance not hurting her feelings.

SO there's that.

Then July I have a wedding in Maryland where I'm a groomswoman so I have to buy a dress for it (no biggie, it's for my friend parny and I LOVE him I am soooo not complaining). Leifs brother and my SIL might be meeting us up there so we can all take a little getaway together so that kinda knocks out my "visit leifs brother and emily" obligation for the first half of the year even though i love visiting them and i miss them and their normalcy compared to the rest of leifs family. I'm soooooooo over his mom right now it's not even funny. She's literally my mom but full waif. She's the victim of her bad relationship with her son (leifs brother) because he just "takes everything the wrong way" like girl. If it smells like shit everywhere you go, check your fucking shoe please. Anyways, July I have that.

I have to plan a bachelorette party (well, Julie does, but obviously I have a say in it) at some point, as well as do a sister trip. Another thing that I'm not complaining about. I love my sisters more than anything else in this world and I feel so fucking grateful that I've been able to spend so much time with them the last 5 years or so (but especially since the diagnoses almost two years ago, which jessica is still getting clean scans after her chemo!) So maybe I'll try to plan those two things together. Maybe we'll go to the ozarks or niagara falls. Or we'll go to nashville for that fucking green day concert because I'm so desperate to see them play the entirety of dookie and american idiot.

September we have another wedding in Rhode Island. We were originally gonna spend a full week up there looking around the area in case we want to move up to the North East but now we have a wedding to pay for ourselves so we're just gonna do a four day weekend. I'm pretty excited about that wedding too so not complaining, I'm just slightly sweaty bc my sister in law and brother in law keep talking about planning their wedding for this year in september or october and i need them to come up with a date so i know if it overlaps. ugh.

then november is our wedding!!!! yay!!!!! LEGALIZE!

that doesn't count the concert trips i want to take. I'll either drive up to atlanta to see green day or do nashville, and FOB is coming to orlando next month and i don't need to see them again but goddamnit i want to so I'm checking ticket prices every now and then

anyways I'm feeling a little stressed out. I feel like I've got so much going on but it's kinda how i thrive. so it's not a bad thing lol

also we're creeping closer to april which is when I'm supposed to get my yearly raise and I'm getting anxious as we approach it. I've done a great job in my position this year and produced a lot of good work, but I got a 7% cost of living raise in december and I'm worried they'll say that's my raise. Which isn't baaaaad but I was looking forward to getting a merit raise in april. also hoping we get a bonus again this year in april because we keep breaking records and my manager always tells us to give ourselves a big pat on the back and i'm like ayo, give me a check pls.

I feel very lucky that we're able to spend the amount of money we're spending on our wedding ON our wedding, since it's just one fucking day and it feels wasteful. Like we already own a house. It's okay. We have cars. We have no other thing we NEED to spend money or save money for right now but god damn it feels wasteful. I wish I could spend the money on this stuff and not feel guilty. And it helps that his parents and my dad are contributing and basically paying for the venue. but lawd. It's so wasteful.

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|| Rough Road ||

Frank Castle x female Reader.

Tags/warnings: 'annoying acquaintances of circumstance' to lovers, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap in RL!), swears 😯

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"I think we should try and find somewhere to pull over." you say to Frank. You had been driving for hours and the snow was coming down harder now.

"Mm, I'm pretty sure there's a motel about 15 miles ahead, we can make it, get a couple of rooms and start again in the morning." He replies, concentrating on the road.

You stare up through the windscreen at the neverending horizonless thick grey-white of the sky and the flurry of heavy flakes building up on the road ahead of you. "I don't think we'll make it that far."

Sure enough after another couple miles the road became impassable, you had hardly seen any other cars ahead of you or coming the other way for most of the drive. It was gonna get dark fairly soon.

"Shit." Frank says simply, turning off the ignition after he stopped the van at the side of the road.

"Thank fuck I've got cell service" you say, "I'm gonna call for a truck."

While you were on the phone Frank checked his paper maps for the nearest habitations, but there was nothing that warranted risking trying to walk through a snowstorm at night.

"Okay, the rescue company is dealing with shitloads of people in similar situations and 'cos we've got a van and some supplies they're saying we're further down the list. Earliest they could get to us is tomorrow morning."

"Alright, well they'll probably have cleared the roads by then. Guess that ain't too bad. Just gotta hunker down for the night."

You kicked at the dash in frustration. "Urgh. I told you we should've left after the storm, now we're stuck here in your stupid van, which stinks by the way."

"Stinks?" He screwed up his face in disbelief. "What of? I keep it clean!"

"Of you!"

"Listen, as much as you're a complete pain in my ass it was too dangerous to wait in the city any longer. Now the Russians associate you with me…"

You threw your head back against the rest and sighed. "Yeah. I know. Just gotta lay low for a while." you parroted.

"This ain't exactly my idea of heaven either sweetheart."

You hated when he called you that. Even though it was just an automatic thing for him and it didn't mean anything it really annoyed you. He reached into the back bringing out a pack of cards from the seemingly random selection of shit he had squirreled away there. "Imagine you don't wanna talk about what happened, so it's this or I-Spy."

You groaned and nodded as you whiled away an hour or so playing blackjack until your hungry stomach noises got too loud to ignore.

"Alright, chicken or beef sub?" he asked, diving into the backpack.

You chose the chicken.

"Damn, this is really good. You pick them up before we left? Where from?"

"Made em." He replied, taking a bite of his own.

"Huh." You mused, digging in again.

"Surprised I can make a sandwich?" He scoffs.

You shrug. "Surprised you can make a good sandwich. Guess being ex-marine you gotta have some talents."

"You got no idea." He throws you a wink as he takes a sip of coffee from the thermos and you roll your eyes.

After another hour of whooping his ass at blackjack and a lightning quick excursion into the nearby trees and back to relieve yourself, your yawns and heavy eyelids make it clear that you're gonna have to go to sleep at some point soon.

"Does one of us, uh, need to keep watch or something?" You ask him, watching as he crawls into the back of the van and starts digging out a mat, a singular sleeping bag and blanket.

"Nah. Even if they did send someone to follow us ain't nobody getting through this, we're safe enough." He rolled out the bag and caught your awkward look.

You wrapped your arms around you, it was getting cold now the residual heat from the van had disappated. "So… just the one lot of bedding then?"

He nods. "Yeah, usually just me in here y'know, with all my stank."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

He has to resist the urge to let you panic about sleeping beside him for a while longer, he's not that cruel. "It's okay, you can have it. I'll be alright up front." He sees your visible relief as you process what he's said, nodding and rummaging in your pack for the toothbrush and toiletries you'd thankfully picked up at your last gas stop, there having been no time to grab anything but the absolute ultimate essentials before you left.

The thick layer of snow that had built up around and on top of the van probably provided quite a bit of insulation, but that didn't exactly stop you from being fucking freezing. You tried to snuggle up deeper into the sleeping bag, all your clothes and a beanie on and the blanket on the top, but you were still cold. You tilted your head up to glance at Frank in the passenger seat, still awake with his jacket on and arms wrapped around himself tight, the occasional puff of his breath misting the air.

"You awake?" You ask, already knowing he was.

"Yeah. You alright?"

"Cold."

"Yeah."

The silence between you seemed to stretch on forever. You pull the blanket tighter around you.

Fuck it. "Uh, if you want, you could come back here, share the blanket? And y'know, body heat will help I guess."

"Thought you couldn't stand my stink?" He throws back at you.

"Well, the cold is kinda trumping that, but it's fine if you don't wanna… just thought it is your stuff after all, don't wanna put you out of your own van."

"Nah, s'good idea." he agrees, climbing into the back with you. You shiver at the initial chill as he lifts the edge of the blanket to lie next to you, your back to his. His jacket is cold against you but after a while you began to warm up, stopping your shivering and finding yourself drifting easily to sleep.

When you wake up it's still dark but you're warm, hot even. As you gradually gain a bit more consciousness you realise that the reason is because Frank has you in a bear hug. He must have turned around in his sleep. His arm is draped over you, big hand splayed over your stomach pulling you impossibly close to him. The only skin contact is his nose at the back of your neck, the warm exhales tickling the light hair there.

It's… pleasant, maybe even something more. He actually smells good. You smile to yourself thinking about the juxtaposition of this killing machine, this angry guard dog let off the chain being a big soft snuggly puppy of a man behind closed doors.

You shift slightly in his hold and then freeze.

Okay, maybe not so soft…

Despite the layers of clothing and a sleeping bag between you, it's unmistakable that it's his cock that's hard and pressing against your ass. You try to rationalise. It's just a normal bodily response after all, but do you dare move? What if he wakes up and it gets awkward, you've got a lot of driving still to do if this snow ever clears…

Any control is taken away from you as Frank stretches momentarily and then wraps you even tighter in his arms, his nose nuzzling into your skin and hips slowly grinding against you with a quiet contented moan. He suddenly stops, pulls away as he wakes and realises where he is, where you are, and what he's doing.

"Shit, fuck…" he turns away from you as he sits up scrubbing his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, I uh… it's uh, been a while since… y'know?"

The blanket rustles softly as you shrug.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He cuts himself off as his eyes adjust to the darkness, his ears registering the sound of the sleeping bag zip being opened and his gaze finding the smallest glimmer of soft light reflected in your own.

"It's okay. S'been a while for me too," you admit. This might be the stupidest decision you've ever made when it comes to sex, or even when it comes to roadtrips, but you can't seem to override it. Not when he looks at you like that, smells like that, makes you feel like that. He saved your life but you don't think that's all it is.

You slough off your defensive dislike and begin to embrace something that at least feels real.

His face is a picture in the dim snow-reflected light within the van as you reach for him, pulling his warmth and his lips towards you. He's taken aback, but his hand cups your jaw and you find yourself surprised by the tenderness with which his mouth meets your own. You don't waste a second, catching his wrist and guiding him down to palm over your chest, quickly leading his hand under the waistband of your pants so he can feel just how much he's affected you in this short space of time. It's like you're trying not to have the time to think about it. You both carry ghosts from your past that you've never openly shared, but you know, simply from the slight hesitation in his touch even as you urge him on.

The tender kisses soon heat up. "Call me sweetheart again." You breathe against his mouth, and he groans deep as his fingers meet with the wetness at your core. Your own hands explore underneath his jacket, fingers feeling the hard muscle of his chest under his shirt. You reach down to cup his cock through his jeans and then tug at them, moaning as he hurries to unbutton your pants so he can swipe his fingers through your slick folds. His mouth is on your skin, hungry to taste more of you as you scrabble to undo his pants too, urging them and his underwear down just enough to free his gloriously erect cock. He helps you wriggle halfway out of your pants too and now you're jacking each other off like a couple of teenagers, his fingers slippery and desperate over your throbbing clit, and yours covered with sticky precum as you wrap your hand around and stroke him.

"Oh shit…" you whine, as he skillfully brings you closer to the edge, your hips moving against his hand as he watches you. You forget the cold, gasping as he slips a finger inside you, your grip tightening around his cock making him grunt in such a delicious way that you can't help the words spilling from your lips.

"Frank, fuck me, please!" You're begging, you've never begged for anything other than to stay alive, but you need this, you want to feel him inside you, there's nothing else that will satisfy the ache.

He pauses, staring at you like you've just proposed or something. It takes him a hot minute to register what you're saying, but once those words sear into his brain he moves fast, lips sucking and kissing at the skin of your neck like a brand as he yanks your pants all the way down and off, his mouth following. He pushes up your shirt when he gets to the hem, his tongue trailing right up the centerline of your body to your bra where he mouths over the curve of your breasts before pulling down a cup. You arch your back as he takes your peaked nipple between his lips before he continues downward.

You claw at his shoulders as his nose bumps at the front of your underwear, just giving your clit the barest pressure, teasing you instead of giving you what you need, but you soon change your mind as he hooks his fingers under the elastic pulling them off you so he can bury his face in your pussy. He presses your thighs apart, holding you down as your hips try to rise up to meet the mind melting sensation of his tongue on you, in you. You moan, curse, and praise him as he quickly stokes your need and desire into a sharp dense point where you can do nothing else but implode in on yourself, screaming his name as he makes you feel.

He rises from between your thighs, licking his glistening lips with a small smile. It looks good on him.

"You alright, sweetheart?"

"Getting warmer, could be better." You throw back as you catch your breath and return the smile, yanking him back over you and using your feet to help him push his pants all the way off. When you take him in your hand again his gaze flits between your eyes and your mouth, which he claims in a hot kiss as you guide him to you, reveling in the feeling of the head of his thick cock spearing inside your heat.

"God damn." is all he can say, and you can only agree as he repeats it like a mantra as the slow slide of his cock filling and stretching your cunt has your eyes almost rolling back into your head with a long and loud moan.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he rolls his hips into you, the mental and physical battle he's fighting between going slowly, gently, and pounding you fucking senseless is palpable. He's drawing out sounds that you would never even make when you're alone. It might just be because you haven't had any form of touch from anyone for a long time, but you're more certain that it's all him that's making you flustered, hitting all your spots and stripping you down to a bare wire of being with nothing but his soft dark eyes.

That growling, barking, flesh-ripping fighting dog is still there underneath, you can feel how he holds it inside himself, yanking at the chain and always ready to be released when there's a need. The fact that he's driven you out of the city is proof that he actually cares what the fuck happens to you, and that sort of blows your mind. You could have easily gone alone, you were ready to jump on a Greyhound and make your own way but he wouldn't have it. He made you his responsibility. Yeah he was a killer but he was also a protector. Your protector.

He wasn't much of a talker but with his dick buried inside you he's soon gritting out reams of praise that have you clenching around him and mewling as his hand squeezes over the firm curve of your ass.

"Feel so good girl, s'fucking tight…"

You inhale sharply as he reaches between your hot skin to find your clit and ensure that you feel what he's feeling. Your fingernails graze over his scalp and the short hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him even closer, your second orgasm building up fast as he drives into you over and over.

"Ohh, god-"

"That's it sweet thing," he murmurs against your ear as the indescribable feeling of his cock dragging inside has you both on the very edge. "C'mon angel, such a good girl f'me."

You keen at the praise, something he'd unlocked from your subconscious with the simplest key, something even you didn't know you would react to. "Fuck… you're gonna make me-"

Frank feels you start to shake around him, moving his fingers even faster over that swollen little bundle of nerves. It's too much.

"Shit. You feel too fuckin' good, I gotta-" He moves to pull out suddenly and you claw at his ass stopping him before he does, you'll be damned if you don't feel him come inside you.

You whine as he stills. "Fuck! Don't stop, don't fucking stop…"

He looks for your assurance. "You sure? You want this?" his voice is quieter now, wavering. If you say yes he doesn't know that he'll last.

You nod frantically, tilting your hips up, wrapping your arms around his neck, the movement making him groan as you feel like utter heaven around him. He never thought you could be so soft, so open, needy.

The van rocks gently on its suspension as he resumes, every powerful thrust as he's fucking you punching such beautiful sounds from your throat. He can feel every gripping twitch of your perfect cunt as you begin falling apart underneath him, so tight, hot, and wet and quietly begging him to fill you. Your nails dig into the muscle of his huge shoulders and your mouth falls open, thighs tightening their hold around his waist as your moans crest. Don't stop, you told him, and he briefly wonders how he thought he ever could when you feel like this.

"Good girl, fuck- that's my good girl…" it's whispered and desperate, he's barely holding on by a hair.

The possessiveness in his words makes your eyes scrunch up tight and your body open. His cock is hitting you hard right where you need it, the focused touch of his fingers radiating out and burning you up.

"F-frank I-"

You unravel, crying out as you clench around him again and again as torrents of pleasure rip through your entire body. Your eyes fly open, locked on his, determined to witness how he might follow you into bliss. Your hips buck up chasing his own, his harsh warm breath washing over your skin with a deep, sensual moan as he finally lets go, pulsing inside you, not stopping the slowing, stuttering motion of his thrusts until he's given you absolutely everything he's got.

Laying there still entwined, a deep satisfying rumble from Frank's chest breaks the contrasting near-silence as he carefully rolls you on top of him and strokes his fingers lightly over your cheek and along your jaw, sliding them into your hair as his lips brush yours in a soft kiss.

"Frank..." you hum, your forehead resting on his. You can't stop your small nervous giggle as you're still unsure about what this is.

"Yeah." is all he says in return, his hands gliding down over your bare back and your hips, the sleeping bag and blankets forgotten now that inside the van had become a damn sight warmer. The windows with the covering of snow on the outside almost glow through the misting from your body heat on the inside of the glass. It's like you're trapped in a snowglobe. The image soon shatters as your mind clears from the dreamy fog of what you've just done.

"Shit. I-I'm sorry, I know that you-" you start to explain all the reasons that you know this is just a one-time thing, more for yourself than him, but he stops you before you can reel off the excuses.

"Hey," he says, gently catching your chin in his hand and running his fingers lightly over your skin. "We don't need to do all that shit, y'know?"

You can't help looking anywhere but in his eyes.

"Hey, c'mon, it's okay." He repeats.

You wish he wasn't like this, wish he would be colder with you, go back to the sniping, reluctant, thrown-together partnership, or whatever it was you had before. It takes effort but when you manage to meet the warmth of his gaze it feels like something you could get used to looking at.

"Look, it is what it is, yeah? I'm gonna keep you safe, no matter what."

You nod and allow him to pull you close to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and the thump of his heart through his ribcage.

"It is what it is," you murmur, your eyes growing heavy as you melt into sleep.

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[marvel-m-lee]

Can you write where reader is tickling Steven Grant and he says Marc to take the body , and when he takes he tickle reader little brutally

Minecraft Revenge

Words: 2666

Fandom: Marvel (MoonKnight)

Summary: Y/n finds out Stevens ticklish, and Marc gets revenge...

Warnings: tickle fic, I tried to be as respectful for those who have D.I.D so if there's anything disrespectful please hmu and correct me.

A/N: DONEEEEEE fucking hell I love Steven so much 😭💀 OMG ITS FRIDAY YAY- SHIT I gotta get ready fir school Cya!

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And here you were, chasing Steven down the corridors of the compound. It was hilarious for everyone else to watch as you ran after him, he screaming and squealing while you were just inching up to him in speed.

You and Steven had been playing playing game on your PlayStation 5, Minecraft to be exact. The two of you had made a survival world and were making bases, he had gone out and found himself a pyramid to build his base while you decided to make one on the sea close by.

"Do you have any glass or sand I can use?" You asked him, looking 9ver to his screen. (You decided to play on your PC and let him play on PlayStation)

"Huh? Uh, no I don't think so-" Steven replied, looking into his inventory. You were a little confused though as there was literally a stack in his hotbar-

"What about in your hotbar?"

"Oh shit- yeah-" Steven, though being smart, was also sometimes an idiot. The two of you met between bases and exchanged some materials before running back home.

The two of you played for a while until you got up to go grab some snacks. You both logged out, you could be gone a few seconds but with this place you never know. Once you left your game for 5 minutes before Thor somehow ended up breaking your controller. You didnt even know he'd come back-

You both walked down the corridors to the kitchen talking about random things in minecraft. The two of you were making a plan about finding some diamonds and going mining together, living in the desert was cool but mining- not so much.

"Yeah, I've got some iron so I can make us some armour and weapons and shit" you offered, walking into the kitchen.

"Oh sweet! Okay, I'll go and find some trees for wood and beds. I'll also write down our bases coordinates"

The two of you entered and walked over to the cupboards, still chatting away.

You grabbed some water and coke while he grabbed some fruit from the fridge along with some other crap from the cupboards like chocolate and biscuits. The two of you continued to talk and joking around, when you got back to your bedroom Steven jumped on the bed and put the food on the bed, you put the drinks on the desk.

Everything was normal for about a minute, laughing and joking around. That's when you went to go grab a grape, but instead accidently poked Steven in the side causing him to yelp and jump off the bed.

For a moment the two of you looked at each other, blinking a little. You kept eye contact while this time actually grabbing a grape and popping it into your mouth.

"Steven..."

"What? Yeah? No- nothing- We should play minecraft-" He laughed nervously, thiugh he was hugging his sides subconsciously, even with a little blush on his face.

You couldn't help but smirk at him, "I never knew that..."

"Knew what? There ain't nothing to know- wehe are- i- let's play minecraft"

You decided to play a new game with him though as he could no longer keep eye contact, shuffling around nervously.

"Steven I thought we were close!"

"What?- what no, yeah we are close! You're like not even a meter away from me!-" with that he decided to take a step backwards, probably to get out of arms reach.

"See, now we're a meter apart, this is a good distance"

"Really?" You smirked. Steven smiled nervously.

"Yeah-"

You took a step firward, watching as his blush grew and step backwards again.

"Steven why do you keep moving away! I just want a hug!" You whined, obviously lying and putting out your arms, giving out grabby hands to him, only making him hug himself a little tighter.

"N-noho- no I think- this is good. See, hugging ourselves!"

You stepped forward again, him stepping back.

"Steven~" you taunted. Everything in Steven's body to him to run, especially the mirror which had Marc, smirking at him teasing him with wiggling fingers telling him to run.

"Shut up Marc! Y/n-" He couldn't help the wobbly smile on his face as he tried to protest but in a split second you'd jumped onto his sides and began to tickle him, though the man squealed like a little girl and ran like you'd never seen him run before.

"noho! Y/n!"

"Steven!~ I'm right behind you!" You yelled out.

And that's where you were now, dashing down the corridors, chasing Steven once you found out he was ticklish.

Honestly, it was Steven. You were surprised you hadn't found out sooner actually. Plus you were in a mischievous mood which minecraft just couldn't fulfill... but this could.

The two of you ran down corridors, around corners, even pumping into a couple people on the way.

"Steven! Better watch out! They're on your tail!" Someone cheered from behind, assuming it was Steven as if it was Jake or Marc, you'd be the one running. Steven yelped, turning around to see how much further behind you were.

"PISS OFF Y/N!" Steven and you made eye contact, obvious joy behind his eyes and laughter in his voice, then suddenly he slammed into the couch and tumbled forward, quickly getting trapped as you jumped on top of him, seizing the opportunity.

You trapped him between your thighs as he pathetically tried to fight, obviously not trying at all. (The two of you had sparred before, you knew he was stronger than that). He giggled and tried to push your leg so you'd fall, yet failing miserably when he looked up to see you wiggling your fingers at him, getting closer and closer with a big grin on your face.

Steven tried to shrink into himself and the sofa but failed miserably, already bursting into a thousand childish giggles in milliseconds.

"Wow Stevie, never realised you were so ticklish?! I haven't even touched you yet!" You laughed, hovering above his belly and wiggling your fingers. He was trying to cover him mouth now, embarrassed as the muffled giggles continued to fall out of his mouth.

"Yhy/nhn! WahahiT" before he even finished you dug your hands into his stomach, wiggling away and seeing how his voice went up about ten stories and burst into uncontrollable laughter, trying to cover his mouth.

"Aw, Steven! Don't hide your laughter" you laughed along with him, moving to squeezing his sides as if he was dough. This let out more muffled laughter as he began to scrunch his face up, shaking his head.

"You're laughter is amazing let me hear it!" You begged, beginning beginning trail up his ribcage making his laughter go very VERY high pitch, now merely squealing and kicking out if anything.

"What's that? Oh okay, I've got a new mission Steven, did you hear it? Probably not- but it's to get you to laugh out loud, aren't we lucky?" You teased, now lightly tickling his ribcage making him giggle up a storm, hands over his mouth and staring at you in horror and excitement, shaking his head with a smile too big to hide behind his hands.

You began to tickle his ribs properly again, making him squeal and shake his head, then quickly swapping to squeezing his sides, catching him off guard a little as he yelled out a laugh, but that wasn't it for you.

You continued your assault, but then decided to take this to another level, "Steven~ is everything alright? You seem a little distracted?" You asked, poking his sides now, one poke here, one poke there, each one catching him off guard and leaving him giggling.

"This is boring, I'm gonna play some music" you exhaled, pretending like you gave up, seeing the disappointed face where his hands let go of his mouth a little. Luckily, this was all you needed.

Quickly you were squeezing his sides again, but this time his instincts kicked in, grabbing your hands which somehow felt even more ticklish, and burst out into Steven-y laughter.

"WaHAiIt! WAiAiT! Noho FAhahIR! Y/n!" He screamed, shaking his head and trying to fight you off. Something made this all feel so much worse somehow for him, now distracted by his own laughter, going into more giggles when you tickled his tummy lightly.

Then you had a brilliant idea, Steven was on the edge but seemed to be having the time of his life, his laughter was loud but you knew there was one last thing to do to make him break.

"Steven~" you continued to squeeze his side while lifting up his shirt a little, the man's eyes went wide and he began to beg for you to stop, still laughing and smiling though.

"NoHO- nOhO y/N I cAhAAnT tAkhahake tHaHaT! StAhaAp iT" He was still laughing and only gently pushing you so you knew it was actually okay, but when you smirked at him and blew down- all he'll broke loose.

Steven pushed at your head when the second one came, screaming in ticklish agony, then kicked out at the third, begging with laughter, then the forth, fith... Steven called out for help and them suddenly began to call out a familiar name.

"MAHARC! MAHARC TAKE THE BODY TAHEHEAKE IT TAKE IT!" He then squealed your name before drowning in his own loud boyish laughter.

After a moment though his grip loosened and his body jumped a but, and somehow in a matter of seconds you were thrown onto the other couch, you burst out laughing,looking over to see as you assumed Marc, laying back heaving, their body obviously exhausted.

He looked dover to see your smug face and glared at you, calming down. After a moment though, his glare turned into a smirk. He got up and grinned at you, who was laying back on the couch watching him upside down.

"My turn"

Your eyes went wide as laughter already bubbled up in your chest. As much as you loved tickles, Marc and Jake were brutal. Damn well bloody brutal.

You tried to jump up and run away but you were quickly thrown backwards and underneath Marc in the same way you were over Steven. You giggled nervously, somewhat covering yourself from him.

"Oh how the tables have turned" Marc said with a grin, taunting you.

"Ihim sorry- please- we can go play minecraft and make you a base-"

"No no no, you need to be taught a lesson. Steven and you exhausted us so I'm getting recenge thanks" Marc tried to look serious but ultimately failed, holding his own mischievous grin on his face as he gently tickled around your neck to get you going.

"Whahait! Waiait!" You scrunched up, and began to giggle a little and that was all he needed. He then moved down to your sides unexpectedly and began squeezing them rapidly, making you jump out of your skin and burst into surprised laughter.

You begged a little but ultimately you knew this would be your demise. You never thought about death from tickles but holy shit Marc always made you question it.

He then moved yo to your ribs, scratching and zapping between your ribs, now getting full on screams out of you why you tried to push on his chest, laughing. You shook your head as he tazered your sides and ribs, the man was a whole lot worse and somehow got EVEN WORSE by teasing you.

Marc had tickled you before, along with Jake, you were surprised you'd never thought of doing I back until today, but with this, they also knew you weren't able to say the t word, and so, pain was born.

"Tickle tickle tickle y/n~" He teased, pinching and poking at your belly, then turning it into a spidering motion "does that tickle?" You didn't reply, your face getting a little redder buy overly trying to ignore him.

"You are so ticklish, almost as bad as Steven" He teased, then pulled up your arms and locked them in one hand on the couch.

"MAhArc wAit WAIT"

"Oh can't you handle a couple tickles?"

"MaRc iM sohorry!"

"Yeah? Me too kid" Suddenly there was a hand in your pit, scratching away as you threw your head back in bubbly laughter. You tried to fight back but it was considerably hard- once he got you fully begging he decided to do the wonderful finishing move you had done on Steven.

He leaned down and pulled up your shirt a little, squeezing your sides gently, teasing you a little before the grand finally.

"MahArC! MaHAHrC I'm sorry! I'm sohorry, don't!"

"You shouldn't be apologising to me" He grinned, then blew down on your tummy, this time really succeeding in making you throw your head back and squeal in laughter, kicking out behind him. You knew you were going to get revenge, but them thoughts disappeared when he blew down for a second time, then a third, then a forth...

"YOHOHOURE GOING TOHOHO KILL MEHEHEHE- MAHAHARRRCCCC!" You squealed as he blew a fith. You had no thoughts in your mind and just squealed and laughed, realising what it must have been like for Steven, though you still didn't feel that bad.

"Stevens waiting for an apology" He shrugged grinning and looking into a window with his reflection.

He then blew down another time, you gave up counting pretty quickly.

"STEHEHEVEN IM SORRY SOOHOHORRYSOHOHORRYSOHORHRHRRY!!!" Your words slured in laughter and you shook your head, dying on the inside.

Marc seemed to be listening to something, most likely Steven as he looked into the window (but he didn't give you any mercy, still tickling your sides as you weakly fought him off).

"Okay, fine, one last one for revenge though" He laughed, blowing down on your belly for one last time, though obviously letting this be the strongest and worst while still tickling your sides.

The noise you made wasn't human, and as soon as he let up even a little bit you threw yourself and him off the couch and onto the floor, he burst our laughing, much unlike him, but quickly quit and checked up on you. You were wrapping yourself in a hug and giggling, trying to stop whatever ghostly tickles were left on your skin.

"You alright y/n?"

"Fuhuck yohou"

"Round two?" He grinned, smirking at you. You jumped up though, apologizing desperately.

Marc laughed and patted you on the shoulder, then put his hands in his pockets. "Steven's laughing his ass off by the way" Marc's grin grew a little, knowing Steven he'd probably just yelled at him to shut up. You looked over to the reflection, obviously not seeing him but even so flipping him off with a playful smirk.

Marc laughed behind you and then began talking about something. You turned back around and asked if he wanted to play minecraft with you as Steven had already played and Marc seemed to care little. Turns out he didn't know how to play minecraft or what it even was?!?!

"Steven!? You hearing this! Mate doesn't even know minecraft- Marc you're so old" you teased, pretending to be annoying- which you were. In a nice kinda way.

Marc rolled his eyes and the two of you walked back to your room where you set him an account on your PlayStation and taught him controls, you assumed Steven was also trying to explain by how confused Marc was and kept yelling at him to shut up while fighting a Zombie.

You laughed and soon enough he'd learnt the controls and it SOMEHOW didn't take long till Marc had a better base than either you or Steven?! And then were pretty cool TwT

Later on you and Steven played again and the both of you were whining about Marc almost beating the game before you. It was a sad day for you both.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

can I please get a #17 with blup (with a side of taako, if you're feeling it), thank you, you're amazing

17. “I’m pretty sure she/he’s my soulmate.”

((fluff prompts here - still accepting!!))

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There was rarely been a situation where Taako couldn't cheer Lup up. Ever since they were babies, he'd always at least been able to drag a smile out of her. One of their cousins- he can't remember which, but it was very earlier on- took them in when they were four. He, apparently, had been around for a while when they were babies, and much to Taako and Lup's endless four-year-old annoyance, he wouldn't stop pinching their cheeks and telling them how cute they had been. Taako didn't remember a lot of his stories, but he does remember that, according to their cousin, any time Lup would cry as a baby, Taako would flop over to her and hold onto her so tightly she'd just seem to forget what she was crying about.

That was his thing. He could make Lup laugh when no one else could. He could make her smile even on the really shitty days. She was the other half of his heart and never wanted to think about the idea that this neverending apocalypse might someday kill Lup, but not kill him. They had both died three times so far, but they had been together. Always together.

That rule couldn't be applied to the rest of the crew.

Lup was already up when Taako woke up. Though, judging by how she looked, she might not have slept at all. The bags under her eyes were pronounced and the edges of her eyes themselves were red. She was sitting at the desk in their quarters, resting her head on her hands, and looking down at one of Lucretia's journals.

Yesterday had been... rough, to put it nicely. They weren't very far into this cycle, but it had been a doozy so far. The whole concept of humans didn't exist on this plane. That in itself wasn't too unusual. They had come across planes missing different things that they considered to be "normal". Taako was still mourning the plane that had no idea what a strawberry was. A missing race wasn't too uncommon in the long run. It got them so weird stares when they went out, sure, but...

But not like this.

Taako felt shitty too if he was being honest. Seeing three of your friends get killed wasn't a great way to start the year off. He was kind of- processing it? Maybe? It hadn't really hit yet, he didn't think. Losing Magnus wasn't unusual, with all the stupid shit he got into, but Magnus, Lucretia, and Barry in one fatal swoop? Yikes.

"Hey," Taako said, sitting up. "You, uh... you good?"

"No," Lup said, not moving her eyes from the journal. "I'm not."

Okay, well, at least she could admit it. That had to count for something. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, walking the few steps it took to get to the desk. He hoisted himself up to sit on top of it.

The journal page was open to a drawing of Barry and Davenport tinkering with the engine. Taako drummed his fingers on the desk.

"You wanna talk about it, or?" Lup didn't respond. Taako hesitated for a second, and then said cheerfully, "so the locals here don't seem to like us very much."

"Please don't joke about it right now," Lup said. She put her head in the palms of her hands, sighing. "I'm- tired. Of this."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Lup said. "It's like, every time something good happens, we've gotta deal with ten other bad things. Like, gods-forbid we take a fuckin' cycle to rest because then half the crew gets blasted on the first day!" She pulled at her hair, groaning. "How the hell did we go from a beach paradise to this awful fucking world!? Like, what's the system? Or are we just gonna have to keep drawing random cards and watching everyone die?"

That was... a bit heavy for nine in the morning. Lup snapped the journal shut and thunked her head down onto the desk, defeated.

"This seems like... more than just them dying," Taako said slowly. Lup's hands gripped into a fist, but she didn't interrupt. "And I'm, uh, I'm gonna take a wager and say this is not because of something Luce did. Or Magnus."

"Barry didn't do anything," Lup said, muffled by the desk.

"I'm not saying he did something," Taako said. "I'm just saying that like, you- you've got like this thing with Barry-"

"I don't have a thing with Barry," Lup said.

"Mhhh," Taako said, unconvinced.

"I don't have a thing with Barry," Lup repeated, not even sounding sure of herself now. "It's just. A shitty situation."

"Right," Taako said. "And Merle doesn't have a thing with plants."

"Taako," Lup said, sitting up again. "Can you just- stop that? Like, you've been going on and on about Barry and me all the time and I just want like- a fucking second. Can I have a second?"

"Okay," Taako said, a little more subdued. Lup's shoulders slumped. He looked away, towards the floor, or the bed, or anywhere but Lup. "Okay, yeah. Sure. You can keep pretending it's not there-"

"Taako-"

"But like, it's not gonna do you any good! I'm just saying that the sooner you fuckin' own up to it, the sooner you can get all the hurt out of the way. That's all I'm saying."

"It's not that easy," Lup said.

"Uh-huh."

"Taako don't- don't do that."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're-" Lup gestured to him. "Y'know."

Taako didn't say anything, now very interested in the pattern of their carpet. Lup sighed and pushed her chair out, turning to him. Taako pretended like he didn't want to look back. After a very uncomfortable and tense minute, Lup cleared her throat.

"I have a thing for Barry," she said. Taako glanced toward her, raising his eyebrows.

"And...?"

"And it sucks," Lup said, slumping down in her chair. "Because we all keep dying and shit. And he's human, so even if we do stop the Hunger, then we're just kinda like... there's not a lot of time left for him. Let alone us."

"And?" Taako prompted again.

"And I feel selfish," Lup said, which was not at all what Taako had expected her to say next. "I wish this situation had never existed, I wish the Hunger had never been made, but if I'm being honest, Taako? Completely honest? I'm glad I'm here because I never would have looked at Barry twice otherwise. He's one of the kindest, most intelligent people I know but I never would have given him a second thought back home. Every time he dies, I remember that in literally any other situation, I wouldn't care about him."

"But you do," Taako said, suddenly feeling a lot smaller. The whims of fate were unpredictable and impossible to understand. No one knew where they were going to be placed in life, but it was all just part of whatever plan fate had in mind. And for Lup? That was Barry. For Taako...?

"You're my heart, Taako," Lup said, placing a hand on his knee and squeezing. "You will always be a part of me and I will always be a part of you- but... I think Barry's my soulmate. I'm not incomplete with you, and I never have been, but he just... He fits me. You know?"

"I think so?" Taako said.

"I'm tired," Lup said, looking a little teary. "I'm tired of running and dying and all of that shit, but he's- he's worth it for me, Taako. I didn't know when he died last time, but I do now, and it's- it's kinda tearing me apart from the inside out. I don't know how to describe it."

"I think I got it," Taako said, a little more certain. "You..." He took a deep breath and Lup wiped away a tear, looking a little abashed. "You're really lucky it's Barry on the crew and not like, Greg Grimaldis or some shithead like that."

Lup snorted so hard she started coughing, leaning back on the desk chair and wheezing out little giggles. The pit in Taako's stomach closed up a little. His heart felt a little less heavy. Lup wiped away more tears, breaking out into laughter any time she looked over at him.

"I do think I get it though," Taako said as Lup started to calm down a little bit. "Not... exactly? I don't think I'm gonna get it exactly. But I trust you."

"I'm not trying to replace you," Lup said with a watery smile. "I could never."

"There's no one else like Taako, baeby," he said instead of I know, instead of I love you. For Lup, there was Barry. For Taako- well, Lup was right. They were already complete. Maybe Lup and Barry could slot in together nicely, but Taako couldn't bring himself to want anything like that as long as he had her. "You can't even try."

"Like I could ever even want to," Lup said.

[xxisxxisxxis]

Preview: Gateway Drug | Volume II | Part Two

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"...You are so fucking lucky I didn't call Nikki and tell him about this." Doc grumbles to me, irritated as all hell as we walk out of the Los Angeles Police Department.

"The asshole deserved it." Axl cuts in, sticking up for me yet again before Doc whips around to face us.

"Okay, see, I don't care what you do." He states to him, raising his brows. "But she's done enough shit back to back to back for the past two years..." he trails off, looking at me, "Aren't you tired?!"

I go to answer him, apologetically, but I'm cut off by him insisting, "of course you're not, you're a Sixx, you people thrive off of stressing me, and everyone else at the damn office, out." He throws up his hands as he turns to continue walking in front of us on the way to his car.

"Maybe if these morons didn't talk so much she wouldn't have to shut them up." Axl continues.

"These morons talk because she has given them plenty to talk about, Mr. Rose. I'm not exactly sure what they teach in Indiana, but where I'm from there's this thing called, 'if you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough'." He says harshly. "You wanted to roll around with Duff without any preventives, so now you just have to face the fact that some people think you're a slut for it. I don't know what else to fucking tell you other than the more you get arrested, the harder it is to get you out. Those records don't go away just because you're married to Nikki." He warns me and we get to his car.

"Are you gonna tell Nikki?" It's as if his whole speech goes right over my head — mainly because it did.

Anytime he opens his mouth I just drown it out, anymore.

He looks at me, as if to say, "did you even hear anything I just said?"

"You two sucker punched someone simultaneously. Nikki's gonna hear about it somewhere, anyway." He tells me.

"Like he's gonna give a shit." Axl blares, the tone of his voice letting me know he's getting sick of Doc. "He would've done the same damn thing — maybe even worse — if he'd been there. Everyone's been telling her to ignore everyone for the last year and she's sick of it so why shouldn't she stick up for herself? Maybe when people know they have a chance of getting their asses handed to them, they'll shut the fuck up."

He makes a good point, and Doc doesn't argue it, he just looks at me and says, "I suggest you tell Nikki before he hears it anywhere else."

I dread the possibility of hearing him bitch me out about yet another altercation, but I also find some refuge in Axl's words.

Nikki would've done the same thing had he been there, so maybe he won't be upset.

Besides, it's Valentine's Day. He can't be mad at me on Valentine's Day.