#or he'll fly to the usa

[viandede-porque]

To your attention, Sirgay Bogdanovich, if before his Sochi trip Chistyakov suddenly invites you to visit his country house in Komarovo, do not accept the invitation. I'm not sure you really need this knife in your neck.

[itshype]

Mansplain Yourself (DC x DP)

Danny decides that attending college and defending the entirety of Earth from ghosts is too hard to maintain alongside a job. He should just get paid to do his hero work!

He shows up on the watchtower with a PowerPoint and printed portfolio proving he's been doing hero work for years. He fought a king from another dimension. He wants some of their money.

"We don't really have a budget? We can't really pay you." Says Superman.

"I am standing in space right now. That guy has a bat-themed submarine, private jet and fleet of automobiles. If you guys aren't rolling in that sweet, sweet USA defence budget cash, how are you affording all of this?"

"Uh, okay, we'll pay you." Says Batman (It's Nightwing subbing in for Bruce tonight and he panics!)

Constantine is cranky. This is a ghost. Ghosts are dead. Why the fuck would he need human money?

Danny's first paycheck clears. He moves out of his parents house and it's all good!

And this is when the trouble begins. Real Batman has noticed the money moving, and questions about the paperwork for the Justice League's 'new employee'.

Constantine is still crank though, and when Danny comes in for a skills assessment he steamrolls the poor guy. Talking over him, correcting him etc.

Danny is tired, he has a paper due before midnight and he doesn't even know what this guy's problem is. So, Danny lets him mansplain his own powers to the Justice League.

The Justice League paperwork for Phantom the Infinite Realms Ghost reads like this:

Senses others of his kind (see appendix 5a)

Intangibility

Self-sustained flight

Knowledge about Infinite Realms (see general database - dimensions, subsection 52), and it's inhabitants.

Danny figures he'll get payback for all his colleges listening to this cigarette-smoking hack over him the first time any of them see him actually fight. But the first fight he's in with them is an easy one, he only really needs to fly and lift some heavy-ish stuff. Then the next one is a false alarm. Then they keep giving the hard jobs to Superman.

Then, about 6 months in - Danny's file now has Super Strength (see appendix 12f) - added. Kal-el goes down. Hard. A single, brutal hit.

…And Wonder Woman takes his place in the plan with ease.

How long is it going to take before Danny gets to (legitimately) show off for once?! He can't wait.

[junkiespromise]

you are in love | ln4

lando norris x fem!bestfriend!reader

summary: where two childhood friends start to doubt about their feelings for each other

n/a: im backkk, i missed this anyway i hope you guys like this one, i hope it makes up for the time I was missing, remember my asks are open for any request, either eras tour one shots or any type of social media au )

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Lando was finally back in England, to spend his winter break with his family and friends. The cold air hit his face as soon as he got out of his car in front of the modern apartment building his best friend lived in. A glass revolving door stood in the middle of two giant windows that revealed the inside of the building, the hall and elevators.

He impatiently waited to see her after the doors of the elevator opened, they hadn't seen each other in a while, Lando was always too busy to visit her but did try to call her at least twice a week so he could hear her voice even if it was through the phone.

— So, what time is it there in… Where is it that you are now? I forgot —

— Abu Dhabi, it's almost nine o'clock I think, what about home, it's like six right? —

— Yeah, I have to go in a bit, I have you on speaker, getting dressed for a date right now —

— A date, with? Do I know him? —

— No, I don't think so, I know him from work, his name is Derek, he is from the USA I think, anyway, he is super super sweet. You would like him —

— If you say so, anyway, where are you and this, Derek, going —

— Um, I don't know, I guess probably a pub —

— A pub, for your first date ever, could've done something a little fancier, I would've taken you to a restaurant at least —

— Well first not everyone has your economic level, do they Lando and secondly, for your information he is taking me on a date not you — she, jokingly commented

— I wish I was — Lando said, under his breath, barely a whisper, she was not able to hear him through the noise of her blow drier.

— Did you say something? —

— What? Oh no, nothing at all —

— Well, I have to leave in like ten, so, thanks for this two hours Lan, I'll see you soon, right? I hope —

— Yeah, yeah. Abu Dhabi last race of the season so, in a few days I'll fly to you —

— That is, amazing, I've missed you lots, anyway, can not wait to see you, good bye —

The call cut off, before he could get to say goodbye, Daniel who sat by his side during the final moments of their conversation laughed at him.

— Just tell her you like her mate, it ain't that hard — His teammate said smiling, he swore he saw the connection between them.

— What are you even talking about — Lando, who had denied his feelings for his best friend ever since Daniel brought it up after the Silverstone grand prix, the last time she went to one of his races and he had annoyed Lando about it after that day.

— You just keep denying your feelings mate, just don't regret it when the one who ends up with her isn't you — Daniel replied, getting up from his seat and walking out of the room after hearing Zak calling them.

— Oh shut up Daniel — Lando said walking out behind him.

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— So, how've you been — Lando asked her after hugging each other for a few minutes as soon as they saw each other.

— Great, lately everything has been going so good, and you? —

— Yeah? That's amazing, I'm good, kinda sad Danny's leaving though but I have the feeling he'll end up hanging 'round the grid anyway —

— Yeah, I saw that, It's really sad — she mentioned

— Okay stop, no sad stuff. We see each other after five months and get depressing, get in the car, I promised you a coffee date and I'm getting you that coffee. —

— Oh my god, yes, let's go, please — She said, excitedly, he opened the door to his car, letting her in.

— So, you're gonna make me listen to Taylor? — He asked after getting in the car, their tradition was listening to her favorite artist when he drove so Taylor Swift was constantly playing through his car's speakers.

— How is that a question, that's offensive Lando Norris — She said jokingly, her phone automatically connecting to his car's bluetooth.

— Before we, um, get going, I got you something in Brazil, hope you like it — He said and handed her a small box, finding a small silver necklace inside.

— You are kidding! Lando I love it, it's gorgeous, seriously — Her fingers traced over the necklace looking at it with adoration, the boy beside her looking at her with adoration that she could not notice — Thank you so much, you didn’t have to. —

— When I saw it I thought you might like it, I'm happy I was right —

— Okay, let me put it on and we can leave, seriously Lando I love it — She confessed, their hands touched for a second when she gave him the necklace so he could put it on her.

Y/N placed her hair on her shoulder, so he could access her neck more easily. His hands grazed the necklace, making shivers run down her spine, the warmness of her skin contrasting with the coldness of his hands.

— Okay, we should get going, right? — She said, washing away the moment

— Yeah, sure — The car engine started and his hands reached the maneuver.

— So, how have you and this guy, Derek, was it? How's it been? — He asked, his eyes never leaving the road.

— Amazing honestly, I told he was super sweet, I'm taking him as a date to that party Max is doing next month — She commented, his grip over the maneuver tightened

— Yeah? Great, that's great — His mind spun around the words Daniel had said to him the day before their last race of the year, but still he could not get himself to admit his feelings.

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— So, when is it starting again? — Y/N asked, straightening her hair in front of the mirror he had in his bedroom, they had a party that night planned by a friend of theirs.

— What? the party or…? —

— No, the season, when do you have to go back to traveling around the world —

— Like march or something but I think I'm gonna like do practices and stuff so I'll leave a bit earlier —

— Oh, so in like a month and a half, I'll miss you Lan — She said looking at him through the window.

— I promise I'll get you to come to more races, send you a private plane and all — He laughed walking up to her

— We should get going — Y/N said, turning around to face her friend.

— Sure, let's go —

Once already in the car, they kept chatting, Lando's eyes leaving the role for a second to look at her again, as if he could ever forget her silhouette.

— You didn't bring a date — Lando said after speaking about the party

— You didn't either, and? —

— Well I don't have anyone else to bring but you —

— Don't even lie, you have dozens of girls lining up to date you, besides we are bringing each other as a plus one —

— Yeah but I thought you would bring that guy you were talking to —

— Oh, um, we are not really talking anymore, I didn't feel much of a connection honestly — Lando didn't answer, he just looked at her, when they stopped at a red light, thousands of thoughts running through his mind at once. He prefered to stay silent this time.

— Anyway it's not that deep, not like I thought he was the love of my life but it is kind of awkward that I have to see him at work now —

— Then we'll find a job where you don't have to see him everyday — He joked making her laugh, oh how he wished he could be the only one to make her laugh that way.

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Lando's eyes opened wide, looking at the ceiling of his room. The imaginary feeling of his bestfriends lips lingered over his as if it had happened.

He had dreamt of a confession that night, from him to her, kisses on sidewalks and an ordinary life by her side. And then he knew it, what deep down he was sure of all along, he was in love

— Hey Lando… — His friend said, looking down at him from the bed, the last letter being pronounced a little longer.

— You're my best friend — He blurted out, to her seemingly out of nowhere

— You're mine too Lando — She replied smiling at him. — Anyway, I was gonna ask if you wanted to make breakfast, I'm dying to eat something —

— Sure yeah, let's go —

Y/N got up from the bed wearing one of Lando's shirts and a pair of shorts, also his. His eyes took in the view, thinking about how he could get used to her sight every morning.

When he finally got up from the matress, he found her listening to music put on his television.

— They got burned, sorry — She said, showing the, now black, toasts she had on the plate, laughing he walked up to her and grabbed the plate, putting it back on the table.

— Don't worry, we'll make more — Lando said, grabbing his friends hand and twirling her around making her laugh.

— Grant me a dance first — He said and she nodded lifting her shirt a bit, pretending it to be a dress, Something by The Beatles heard in the background, locking them in their own little bubble.

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Bahrain, first race of the year, back in the game. He had prepared himself for a month before it ready to start the season on top, at least top 10.

Unluckily for him, the race was everything but good for him and his team, Oscar dnf'd and he, well he ended up seventeenth, and with the three dnfs that meant he ended up last, on his first race of the season he was last, someone had to be of course but he thought the place would take it a Haas or a Williams, not a Mclaren and especially not him.

Where was he now? At the hotel bar, it was probably around 1 am and in front of him he counted around four now empty glasses that once had a drink. His phone was on his hand now, the phone number of his best friend appeared on the screen.

One, two, three calls later he decided to leave her a voice mail, confessing everything, to the last bit of love he had for her he poured in that message.

— I'm in love with you Y/N, so much since we were kids I think — That's the last thing she heard, after a minute of slurred words she could barely understand that was the only phrase she could hear clearly coming out of her best friends mouth through her phone.

She wanted to cry and scream into a pillow, break everything around her and jump and shput of happiness and go running to whatever part of the world he was in right now and give him the greatest kiss in the world.

Right now, Y/N found her self infront of her bestfriends house, the message telling him she was there had been sent a few seconds ago. She played with her hands impatiently waiting for him to open the door of his home.

— Hey, come in — Lando who had also been waiting for her impatiently said as soon as he opened the door.

She walked through the door before him and sat on the couch by his side. Her eyes went from her lap to his hands and back to her lap, never once looking at his eyes, nervous.

— I don't want this to ruin our friendship Y/N, it was stupid really, I was drunk after that shitty race —

— Lando shut up — She smiled at him and her hands touched his now the contact made him stop talking — I love you too — The confession made him look up, his eyes on hers surprised

— You do, huh, um… I didn't plan what to say if that happened —

— You don't need to tell me anything, although I would like to hear you saying what you told me on that voice mail, but first — Her lips on his, like in his dream that last night they were together after the party. Lando's hands touched the end of her hair, something he knew she loved and then moved to her back

When they finally pulled away Lando spoke — I love you, so much, I dreamt of this, literally — He chuckled and moved a strand of hair that covered her face, his hand cupped the face of the girl infront of him, who smiled after his words.

— My mom is going to be so happy about this — She said laughing and resting her face on his chest

— Yeah mine too and Danny, oh my god, I think he was the first one to realize my feelings for you — He joined her laughter thinking about his friends reaction to the fact that they had told each other they were in love.

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[classicninjasoup]

MAIN HEADCANONS

Centered in a Pico's School Before Shooting/LCA timeline

No ships mentioned on this post

⚠️ NON CANON ⚠️

Pico Captain

American

The only thing he's sure about is that he loves science and he'll study

He/Him

Unlabeled, Pansexual, Omnisexual with male preference? no idea, he's just a silly guy doing silly stuff.

Somehow popular.

His eyes are green

He has a lil cute tooth gap

Lots of freckles!!!!

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Born April 30th

Darnell Jones

Afro-american, Born and raised in america

Almost full Default setting aka cisgender

He/him

Bisexual

An extroverted

He also has a lil bit TOC, he needs everything to be symmetrical.

His eyes are either purple If we take fantasy colors in count, if not they're deep blue.

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Born January 24th

Nene Nakamura

Asian-american, Born and raised in america,

She's still connected to her Corean and Japanese roots.

She used to be really conservative, once she grew up she started to make her own opinions.

Not sure about her gender identity, she's really confident about being a seen as a girl

She/They

Definitely LGBTQ+

Her eyes are brown

She has a total of three moles in her face, one on the bottom corner of her right eye, another on the top right corner of her lips, the last one bottom left corner of her lips.

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Born July 2nd

Cassandra

Penillian, although when someone ask she says she's german and she does have a subtile accent.. s

She's bi-gender.

Gives a flying fuck about pronouns but people seem to perceive her as a human female so she goes along with it.

Bisexual against her will, hates men BUT SOME OF THEM ARE FINE...

Yellow eyes

Shit ton of piercings on the ears and a total of 3 on her face, left eyebrow, two other on her bottom lip,

She has a little space in her right eye brow, no one know if she shaves it or if there's an scar there.

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Born June 6th

Cyril "Cyclops" Johnson

BORN AND RAISED IN AMERICA🦅🦅🦅🦅

Cisgender

he/him

Straight (he's lying to himself)

He prob has posters of shirtless buff men on his room, he thinks it's normal for guys to have those kind of stuff.

He has a real bad idea about punks, real dumb

He failed a year.

He's Naturally blonde

Blue eyes

He does have an scar in his covered eye (he made the scar in the most stupidest way possibly.)

19 y/o (PS) | 22 y/o (FNF)

Born April 20th

Alucard A̶n̶d̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶ Volkov

Born and raised in america

His mom is Russian, his father's British

He's not completely sure but he thinks he's a Demiboy

Any pronouns mainly He/They

He might be in the Aroace spectrum

He didn't turned lavender from a day to another, he had vitiligo for quite some years before his skin went fully lavender.

His eyes are a mystery to everyone mainly since he doesn't take off his glasses because of how sensitive they are (this being a secondary effect from the experimentation his father did)

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Born October 31th

Harold "Hanzou" Sasaki Aguilar

Born and raised in america, their mother is mexican, dad's japanese

Non-binary

They/He/She, they don't mind about what people call them,

They're polysexual.

They have multiple moles on his body the ones more noticeable are the ones on his face, some on his neck and hands being obvious as well.

His eyes are pure black..somehow

17 y/o (PS) | 19 y/o (FNF)

Born October 24th

Pierre Lemieux

Born and Raised on France, parents decided to move to USA for better work opportunities

Gay

Cisgender

He/They (Uses 'They' to refer to themselves)

The glasses are a esthetic thing, he wear contact lenses on school and black squared glasses on his house.

His eyes are brown.

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Sebastián "Spike" Vázquez Campos

Born and raised on Mexico, he moved with his parents to USA since they wanted a change of airs

Non-binary

Any pronoun, mainly referred to as He/him

Abrosexual or antrosexual

He's working real hard to make Cyclops idea on punks change, he's so dang tired.

Naturally a brunette

Multiple face and ear piercings

Also some moles

His eyes are honey green.

18 y/o (PS) | 21 y/o (FNF)

Visual representation on my takes on their positions and stuff

You can change the "weeb" to "geek" or "nerd" if you like, lol

[bellysoupset]

hiii can you please write a fic with leo getting carsick with lucas and vince?? and this time it’s pretty bad, they have to pull over multiple times and he still can’t stop dry heaving long after he’s empty and vince and luke are in complete Protective Bro Mode taking care of leo

"So I put my hands up" Vince belted from the top of his lungs, causing Lucas to dissolve in a fit of giggles and turn up the radio. He joined in the singing "They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like-" and then pointed at Vince, who chorused in, "YEeeaahhh"

"You two are awful" Leo groaned from the passenger seat, rubbing his temples.

"Moving my hips like yeah!" Vin yelled from the back and Lucas snorted loudly.

"It's a party in the USA!"

"God" Leo sighed, leaning his head against the window.

"Cheer the fuck up, Leo!" Vin squealed, shoving his big body between the passenger and driver's seat and shaking Leo's arm, "it's the song of our people!"

"...Your people?" Leo groaned, slapping Vince's hand away from his arm, "dumbasses?"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "you started dating Jonah a week ago, why is he already rubbing off on you?"

"Fuck off, Luke" Leo scoffed, rubbing his face and glaring out of the windshield. A heavy silence settled and Vince scoffed, slapping Lucas' arm.

"You gone and made it weird, cazzo" he grumbled, before ruffling Leo's blonde hair, "what's up kiddo, you're all mopey."

"Don't call me kiddo" Leo sighed and then bit down a groan as he felt his stomach flip flop. It felt like it was filled to the brim with hot soup, even though the last he had eaten was bland oatmeal, followed by his anti nausea medication. Said medication that had promised to knock him out and give him a blissful six hours of cross country trip. Clearly it wasn't working.

"Answer the question, you little prick."

"I'm just... Just feeling bleh" Leo blushed. Suddenly he felt like the worst person ever. Not only he was a hassle to deal with by constantly getting carsick, but he was also bringing down the mood of the car. Vince and Luke had been so happy not even a minute before and now they were both frowning, looking at him with twin faces of concern.

"Bleh?" Luke repeated, "as in a headache or I'm gonna throw up in the car bleh?"

"Uhm," Leo curled up in himself, "a little bit of both..." his stomach churned, "maybe more the second."

"What the heck, you're sitting on the front and you took meds!" Vince whined, "I thought that wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Me too, sorry" Leo mumbled and Vince winced.

"No man, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad for you. This sucks" he ran his fingers through Leo's hair without thinking, catching Lucas' eyes on the rear view mirror and doing that twin thing they did, where they talked with just their eyes.

Leo groaned and leaned onto Vince's touch. Vin's hands were always a touch too warm, but at least they were solid and steady, a change from the sensation of the moving car.

"Leo," Lucas reached in to squeeze his leg in a reassuring manner, "do I need to pull over?"

Leo thought about it for a second. He really wanted to say he could do until the next gas stop, but his stomach was going from angry to fucking furious and he could already taste his breakfast in the back of his throat, "...Please."

"It's okay buddy" Lucas nodded, swiftly slowing down the car and turning up the emergency sign. He parked on the dust shoulder and Leo groaned, unlocking the door with a shaky hand.

"I'll be right back" he mumbled, then dizzily stepped out of the car, trying to salvage a scrap of his dignity. He made it to the back of the car and crouched down on the gravel, using the trunk to support his arms.

Inside the car, Vince watched as Leo, pale as a ghost suddenly disappeared from view and he raised a startled eyebrow "uh... I think we just lost the baby."

Lucas snorted, "he'll be pissed if he hears you call him that...Even"

"Odd" Vince said, then threw up his hand in the space between them, holding up two fingers. Lucas had only held up one and he sighed, seeing the results of their childish match. Vince grinned, "rough, bud" he said, kicking Lucas' driver seat.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "give me a water bottle" he asked, taking it and getting out of the car. He cringed as he approached the back and found Leo hunched down, with a small puddle of chunky white and brown puke before him.

"Hey" he said softly, crouching down too and planting a hand on Leo's back. Today he was wearing a long sleeved henley and its back was already drenched in sweat, "Leo, you're done, man."

"Uhm," Leo gagged weakly, "don't..." he let out a small burp, "don't think so."

"Okay, take your time" Lucas planted a hand in the middle of his back, "why are you almost on all fours?"

"Didn't want you to-" Leo interrupted himself with a painful heave and brought up a mouthful more of brown liquid "ah fuck..."

Lucas wrinkled his nose at the mess. He wasn't one to be bothered by vomit, but this stank, "get it up," he said gently, rubbing Leo's back a little forcefully.

A minute later Leo let out a queasy moan and almost lost his hold on the trunk as he heaved. Lucas grabbing his shirt was the only thing keeping him from face planting, as he brought up a lot more vomit.

He stopped puking and hung over it, breathing strongly "I'm..." he paused and spat in the puddle "I'm done."

"Alright" Lucas grunted, since his legs were starting to ache from the awkward crouched down position, "up we go"

"You talk like such a dad, Lucas" Leo chuckled weakly, stumbling away from the mess and resting against the car, "fuck my stomach hurts."

"Yeah, I'd expect so" Lucas handed him the water bottle "the fuck did you eat for breakfast, battery acid?"

Leo lowered the water bottle before it could touch his lips and gagged at the mention of his breakfast, glaring at Lucas, who had the decency of blushing and mumbling "sorry."

He waited patiently as Leo swished the water around his mouth, spat it and then took a tiny sip, trying to regulate his breathing.

"It's staying down?"

"Uhm... Not sure" Leo pressed the cold water bottle to his forehead, "I'm very dizzy, Luke."

"Meds did fuck-all" Lucas noted, rubbing his arm, "we'll stop at the next gas stop we find, get you some of the real stuff."

"No point" Leo squeezed his eyes, "...doubt I could keep it down now."

"We'll try anyway" Lucas promised, then fidgeted, "ready to get back in the car?"

Leo nodded, albeit he wasn't so sure. Just the thought of being in a moving car, again, was making him anxious. Speaking of anxious, as soon as he sat back down, Vince was the perfect picture of a worried mother, combing his hair back, hands on his clammy neck and forehead.

"How are you feeling, Leo?"

"Like crap" Leo sighed, cheeks blushing because he couldn't stop himself from leaning onto Vince's touch, "I hate my fucking stomach."

"Me too, kid" Vince sighed, rubbing his shoulders as Lucas started the car back up, "Uhm, I got you a bag..."

It was a nice gesture, but it made Leo's stomach clench from the sheer humiliation, let alone the nausea. Why couldn't he be like the other two, just hanging out, having the time of their lives?

"Thanks" Leo mumbled, taking it and leaving it on his lap. He knew he was far from empty, even if he hadn't eaten much for breakfast, Jonah had made sure he ate more than one yogurt he was planning to have. Now he was regretting it.

Thinking of his boyfriend at least brought up the small ounce of relief that he wasn't around for such a pathetic display. Even if Jonah had seen him sick a million times before, at least this was one less.

His belly churned as Lucas pulled the car into the road and Leo kept his eyes shut. He wasn't sure if it was helping with the motion sickness, so he forced them to open, only to catch his two best friends in the act of silently communicating.

"You guys can speak about me out loud, thanks" Leo grumbled, wrapping an arm around his tender belly. It was nauseating and awful the fact that he could genuinely feel his bloated belly somersault under his arm.

"Just worrying about you, Leo" Vince sighed and kept petting his hair, "it's a long trip..."

Yes, six long hours and only one had passed. Just the thought that he still had five more hours of a car trip made his stomach turn unpleasantly, "please just punch me really hard..."

Vince chuckled, while Lucas pouted, "I don't think a concussion is really gonna help you on terms of feeling queasy, kiddo."

Leo chose to ignore the kiddo, just this once. He let out a groan and leaned his head back, into Vince's touch, "I'll just try to stay really still."

And he tried. He almost managed, pushing down the nausea for several minutes, letting out the tiniest burps that kept rolling up and tickling his throat, but bringing no real relief.

The car was silent now, the radio turned off and it was so quiet that all three guys could hear the rolling and churning of Leo's stomach. A gurgle made him cradle his belly and swallow in the acid tickling the back of his throat.

"Leo..."

"I'm- I'm fine..." he grumbled, getting a hand under his shirt and squeezing his tummy with his fingers. He burped, this one a real belch and felt something frothy claw its way up, "Ow..." he dizzily grabbed the bag in his lap, trying to get it open.

"Here, here" Vince reached in, despite the fact he was too big to keep squeezing himself in the tiny space between passenger and driver. He held up the bag for Leo, who grabbed it with both hands, leaning over it and trying not to puke.

He couldn't force his mouth to close, drool hit the plastic and he groaned loudly, no longer caring if he was embarrassing himself. Leo had the faint idea that Lucas and Vince were speaking about him, but he wasn’t sure what was being said, all that mattered was the growing sensation of being squeezed from his middle-

“UUURkk” he heaved and almost lost his grip on the bag. Vince’s hand cupped his forehead, keeping his head and aim steady and Leo gagged again, bringing up all of the remnants of his breakfast in one large gush that simply didn’t stop. Probably his dinner too.

 Oatmeal was the worst coming up, he decided, coughing and trying to get rid of the flakes in his throat, which kept triggering his gag reflex - He coughed up another torrent of liquid and the bag got heavy enough to sit on his lap and causing him to heave again, out of sheer disgust. 

“You’re empty” Vince was saying gently, “Leo, you’re empty, breathe.”

“Can’t” he gasped, eyes squeezed shut, “it’s in my thr-” he retched again and finally dislodged the little flakes which were making everything worse.

Leo’s hands trembled and he started to lower them, with the bag, only to feel Vince let go of his head to grab at it before all the vomit spilled over. He bunched it closed in one hand and Leo pressed his forehead to the car door. The wind was welcome against his face, wiping away the smell of puke that was making his stomach roil more.

“Leo?”

“I’m fine...” he mumbled dizzily, only for his shoulder to hitch and a small mouthful of puke to land on his shirt, “oh no...”

He heard Vince cursing something in italian, but Leo felt exhausted... And so queasy still, he couldn’t force himself to pay attention.

“Gonna be sick”

“You don’t have anything else to bring up, kiddo” Lucas said, only for Vince to snort.

“Don’t challenge him” Vince warned, holding the bag with one hand cupping Leo’s cheek with the other, “we need to stop, Luke, get a new bag, some napkins... Leo, hey,” he patted his cheek gently “stay in the land of the living.”

“I’m here” Leo turned his face, despite the droplets of puke clinging to his chin and buried his nose and eyes in Vince’s large palm, trying to block everything. He wanted the world to stop fucking twirling.

His belly felt like it was filled with liquid still, sloshing from side to side and he was so dizzy... His mouth watered and he groaned, gagging in Vince’s palm.

“Luke!”

“I’m pulling over, calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Vince scoffed and then the entire world came to a halt, chill air flooded the car as suddenly Leo was tipped forward, just as another rush of vomit came out of his mouth.

It stung his throat and nose, bile and water, nothing more. He hung awkwardly, half outside the car, half in and whined, unable to get it together.

“Okay” Lucas was saying, holding him put, “alright, new plan...” 

“Yeah?” Vince sounded eager to listen to the new plan. There was a beat of silence, interrupted only by Leo, retching again.

“Uhm,” Lucas sighed, “maybe get him lying down in the back, I’ll try to find a new bag and we can drive to a motel. There’s no way we’re making to New York with him in this state...”

“Noo” Leo whined,grabbing the door to force himself to sit up, “we’ll miss the concert.”

“Fuck the concert,” Lucas rolled his eyes, “who cares? Leo, you’re scari-”

“I care” Leo clenched his jaw, and yes he did. It hadn’t been cheap or easy to get the ticket, he was not Lucas Atwood who just got tickets sent to his household. He cared a fucking lot actually, “please.”

Vince groaned, “Lucas don’t fall for his puppy eyes.”

“Please” Leo repeated, turning to look at Vince, who immediately sighed, nodding his head.

“You’ll get yourself killed, kid.”

“I’m fine” Leo shook his head, before gagging softly “Well, I will be fine... Let’s not tell Jonah about this.”

“Lets” both boys agreed.  

[astra-galaxie]

"The Flying Squad? Meraviglioso! I feared Chief Wright had not gotten my message about arriving a few days earlier!" - Argo Acquafredda

Biographical information

Full Name: Argo Acquafredda

Alias(es): 

Sirena(Siren in Italian)

Melodía (Melody in Spanish)

Tesoro (Treasure in Italian)

Pestisor (Little fish/fishy in Romanian)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Alive

Age: 25 (season 4)

Birth: December 22, 1865

Race: Human

Nationality: Italian-Polynesian

Origin: Canto del Mare, Italy

Residence:

Concordia, USA

Rome, Italy (formerly)

Naples, Italy (formerly)

Canto del Mare, Italy (formerly)

Profession(s): Detective

Family:

Santiano Adriatico (guardian/adoptive father)

Răzvan Negrescu (godfather/adoptive father)

Moana Acquafredda (mother) (deceased)

Moray Acquafredda (father) (deceased)

Unnamed grandfather

Unnamed grandmother

Partner(s):

Jason Nicchi (boyfriend)

Diego del Lobo (ex-boyfriend)

Affiliation(s): Concordia Flying Squad

Profile

Height: 5'4"

Age: 25 (season 4)

Weight: 127lbs

Eyes: bronze

Blood: O-

Argo is a young, beautiful man of below-average height with a slender figure. He has very androgynous features, so much so that he can be mistaken for either gender. His sharp eyes resemble melted bronze, and his hair is black as night, made of soft, loose curls trimmed to just brush his shoulders, while his skin is a warm shade of honey brown.

When working as a detective, he wears a black dress shirt with the top unbuttoned to expose his neck, a deep blue corset vest with lighter blue details and small bronze clasps down the front. His black pants are fitted but not tight, with the ends tucked into a pair of dark brown boots reaching just below his knees. Over it all, he wears an ocean-blue trench coat with bronze buttons. Brown leather arm guards are on his wrists to protect him when Caspian rests on his forearms/wrists. Lastly, he wears a black choker with a bronze nautilus shell pendant, small matching earrings, and goggles on the top of his head with elegant waves engraved into the metal surrounding the lenses.

Argo uses a pair of custom-made forearm crutches to assist in walking. They are made of brass-plated poles with copper handles and matching forearm cuffs. On the ends of the poles are copper covers with rubberized tips to stabilize when the crutches touch the ground. The poles are also carved with intricate wave engravings like the ones on Argo's goggles.

As per his suspect appearance in Curtain Kill, it is known that Argo plays a string instrument (he plays violin), knows La Traviata, and drinks wine.

History

To be revealed during Murders of The Past

Events of Criminal Case

Season 4

To be revealed during Murders of The Past

Organization(s)

Concordian Flying Squad

Rank: Detective

Story Information

First appeared: Welcome to Concordia!

Trivia

Argo suffers from Mal de Debarquement, also called "landing sickness," a rare disease which results in a near-constant feeling of motion, even when sitting or standing still. Think of the feeling of standing on a boat rocking in the waves; the rocking or bobbing movement Argo experiences is similar. It also results in a sense of imbalance and vertigo, among other symptoms that he suffers from. Argo has good days and bad ones where his symptoms are better or worse, respectively

He uses his crutches to help keep his balance while walking and standing still

While he can run, he'll only do so if necessary or if someone is with him and can stop him from running into anything or falling over

Despite his condition, Argo loves sailing; he used to sail every chance he got while living in Italy

He talks with his hands like many Italians do. It becomes more animated if he doesn't have his crutches to limit certain movements

He's a musician and singer. He doesn't often perform for others, but those who have heard him will say he's amazing

He's left-handed

He loves the ocean and everything about it. Fish, waves, seashells, beaches… If it's related to the ocean, he loves it

Likewise, he LOVES swimming. Whether for pleasure or sport, he enjoys soaking in the waves

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad) Murders of The Past (Ao3/Wattpad)

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

https://www.tumblr.com/mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa/727298542238072832/hmm-maybe-his-usa-trip-is-for-vmas-seeing-as-he

I've seen people on twitter saying that Jungkook is flying out the 12th. Idk how accurate this is but if he does fly out then I doubt he'll go to the VMAs because I think he would have to fly out earlier, like you said

Well in theory he could fly out on the 12th from Korea and arrive in New York on the 12th, because South Korea is 14 hours ahead of New York and with the 14hr flight that leaves at 10am on the 12th will land in New York on the 12th at 11.05am. He'd have enough time to do a sound check/rehearsal before the ceremony....

So in theory it's still possible. I guess we'll see soon enough.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

if ur still doing spotify wrapped fics, 5 pls!!

This is more Del Water Gap - Alone Together. You didn't pick a pairing, but this is screaming Maxiel at me. This is angsty and a little bittersweet. Previous F1 Journalist Daniel and Driver Max. (This got out of hand.)

Sometimes Daniel is in an airport and he catches a flash of a Grand Prix on a TV in a bar or he'll be out with some friends and he'll run into someone he knew from college and they'll ask hey, I thought you were doing that racing thing and Daniel will shake a little bit.

Sitting on a barstool in LA, waiting to meet-up with one of the kid's on the American USA team, he feels it now, the ache where F1 used to sit - the ache where Max used to sit.

But he gave it all up when Max gave him up and -

The kid shows, fresh-faced and eager and shakes Danny's hand. The article will be good, of course. Daniel charms and weasles and prods at all the right places and that's why he gets paid the money he does - in America, for sports he doesn't actually care about.

It makes him sound so dramatic, he circles back around to thinking of Max that night in his hotel - like he always fucking does when he's alone.

Max working up the courage to ask Daniel out to dinner throughout the entire season - Daniel accepting out of pity - Daniel falling hard and fast and furious and then basing his life around him - the man that was going to bring glory back to Red Bull.

It didn't matter how many times Daniel laughed it off and said don't die while Max was sneaking out of his hotel room and it didn't matter how many times Max and Daniel said it wouldn't happen -

Max went off and needed to play house with some nice girl and Daniel spent three GP's in a row hiding from him and he knew he had to go.

Because Max was the missing piece of him or whatever romantic bullshit he used to think about the two of them - the mirror of his soul, the person who saw the worst in him and loved him anyways.

Because it was the worst in the end. Daniel begging Max not to go and Max telling him he had to just for them to switch positions the next morning. Daniel shouting at him to just fucking go while Max cried on his chest and Max and Daniel shouting the awful bits of hateful shit at each other they had gathered up over a three year relationship -

Daniel puts on his running shoes and goes down to the gym so he can forget forget forget.

After LA, Daniel goes to New York before spending a week in Nashville and then he catches a game in Denver before flying home - to Australia.

Grace asks him four times if he's seeing anyone and then Michelle asks much softer if he's talked to anyone from the paddock lately.

Daniel books an earlier flight to his...well, he guesses it's his home.

There's a cabin in fucking Montana. Everyone had thought it was a joke until he did it - bought the damn thing.

Daniel has a joke about how he had traveled for years in flashy circles, but the truth is that he's an idiot pressing gauze to an oozing wound.

It had been a thing with Max. My contract will end when I'm only 28. I could...we could escape to America. Live in the middle of nowhere Montana, yes? All this money has to be good for something.

No one knows, of course. Someone would have intervened, probably. Scotty. Scotty would have intervened.

He's here until Christmas. Alone and working on the book he's supposed to be writing and - he's here until Christmas and then he'll fly to Hawaii and get ready to interview some flashy American Football College Kid.

He tortures himself and watches the last race of the season - wakes up at 6 AM to flip it on and text steady, ribbing commentary to Sam about his own commentary and Max wins, of course.

Daniel turns off the television before the podium.

He's in town buying a couple of propane tanks and more rock salt and some food. He does have to do that occasionally when Janet asks him you know who bought Gerald's old place? Daniel frowns and shakes his head. Thought it might be one of your fancy athletes. Moving in here because you can't keep your trap shut.

It's gentle, but only a half joke. It took Janet a full year before she would talk to him in more than one syllable answers.

He goes home - works on his book. Ignores the text Scotty sends asking Daniel to call.

Max Verstappen on standing in his driveway, hands shoved in the pockets of a puffy coat at 10:28 on a Thursday. Daniel knows the set of his shoulders and the slop of his face even this far away. No one else will ever look like him. No one else will ever have this kind of intrinsic draw on Daniel's entire being.

Daniel steps out on his front porch, wearing socks and a hoodie, absolutely freezing.

"What do you want, Max?" Daniel hears how exhausted his own voice sounds and he wonders if Max can hear it too.

Max is still walking towards him. "Scotty talks a lot when he's drunk."

Fuck. "Yeah, well. Everything he says is shit." Daniel says - finally talking because Max is at the bottom of the staircase, head tilted up to look at Daniel. "What are you doing here? Where's your car?"

Max shrugs, hands still in his pockets. Daniel hears his coat make that slick crinkle noise. "Don't like to drive."

The pieces fall into place for Daniel now. "Gerald's old place?"

"If you're talking about that luxury cabin down the road, yeah. It's mine." Max laughs at his own joke.

Fucking Scotty. Daniel's socks are wet. "You'd better come inside. You'll freeze to death and Christian will have my head."

Max is knocking his snow boots against the porch and he gives a little dry laugh. "What was it you always said? I was selling my 20's? Well, not anymore."

Daniel spins two steps past the doorframe where Max is. They're too close. Far too close. "What."

"There's never been anyone else, Danny." Max says in that voice. The one that preceeded something that would wreck him entirely. "I know you don't - but, maybe if you still -" He shrugs again.

Daniel sees it there. In his eyes. The love they had managed to carve out together back then - before when Daniel thought love could conquer all, when he wasn't so bruised by the hiding and the secrets and the way they had beaten each other against the rocks of F1.

Before they had become the water that broke on that rock.

"Danny," he says again, slipping a hand from his coat. "I retired last week."

Danny breaks this time, curling his head down into Max's chest and heaving a great big sob.

"I didn't have the courage then," Max whispers into his hair, hand on the back of his neck. "But I think I'd like to have the courage now."

"I'm not moving into that house, Max. It's half haunted." Daniel chokes out in between tears.

Max brings his other hand out of the jacket, wrapping it around Daniel, finally bringing their bodies together. "That is fine, Daniel. I already set up the New York Times subscription for this address anyway. I can do the crossword and you can cook me real bacon now since I am not in training."

Daniel laughs now because it all may change, but damnit if it all doesn't stay the same.

[etes-secrecy-post]

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#Onthisday: Jun 23rd, 2009

Title: Fly High in the Sky

Kukurin (Kururin) and Muran are fly around in the sky. ✈️☁️ The latter was riding his owned custom livery mecha flight unit YF-19 from Macross Plus (Anime OVA). It's very hard to draw so I make it half. Then, I add Kururin's ability called jet, just like Jet Kirby.

BTW: See? What I tell you? This is Muran's last artwork appearance before I decommissioned him. And someday, he'll be back in a reboot.

Muran (Mirmo OC) - created by ME! Kukurin (Kururin) - owned by MidoriKappa (dA) Flight mode (Macross Plus) - Macross Series © 1985-2007 Harmony Gold USA, Inc., © 1995-2010 Manga Entertainment, © Bandai Entertainment.

[anthrcpophagi-moved]

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October 1994, Buckley, Florida, USA

Summer had passed, but the lingering heat haunted the lives of Floridians. That's what Mama says people from Florida are called. They're not from Florida, but she hopes that they won't have to leave again; they both hope they can stay here. And the summer had gone well so far. Mama had gotten a decent job and, in the months that they'd been here, had managed to be promoted already. Mama said this was a good thing, that Maren might be too young to understand it, but that it was a good thing, a once in a lifetime opportunity. Maren knew what that meant. It was Mama's way of begging her not to mess up again, a way of saying that things are finally going right and she can't afford to have another incident.

A little over a year had passed since her last mistake, back in South Carolina. The summers were hot there, but Florida was worse. It felt like every word spoken, every breath taken clung to her skin. She wore a permanent sheen of sweat from the humidity and Maren wondered if she'd ever get used to it. Florida was different than other places they'd lived. It was larger than Pennsylvania, stranger than Maryland, smaller than New York, and hotter than South Carolina. But it had to be the last one. Maren knew now that Mama's love was finite and if she kept messing up, it would eventually run dry.

But thoughts of Mama were far from her mind, for once. One of the local boys, Joe Sharkey, had asked Maren if she'd ever seen an alligator. She'd said no, of course, knowing full well that Mama wouldn't let her get into any more danger than she could cause on her own. But Joe's eyes widened like saucers, too bright and childlike for a boy on the brink of puberty. It was clear he liked Maren, for what she didn't know, but he was anything but subtle. He brought her flowers, the first boy to ever do so-- and the last, she was sure. He'd pluck a handful of marigolds in full bloom and tie them together with a string just to give to her. But he didn't have flowers today. Instead, he carried a weathered picnic basket, the handle barely holding on.

"I thought we'd go have lunch by the pond. Maybe catch sight of some gators, too." It wasn't exactly what Maren would've called fun, but she nodded and went along with it anyway. Mama would be home later to take her to the library, so she had a few hours to kill.

It was early afternoon, but a blanket of dew still adorned the cattails and grass that decorated the shoreline, if one could call it that. Maren had seen the ocean before, and this wasn't it. There was no vast, blue expanse with little specks of boats in the horizon, no birds flying overhead or seagulls singing their warped lullabies. Instead, there was mud and murky water, and the smell of earth far more potent than anywhere else she'd ever been. And, if she looked closely enough at the dark body of water, she could spot two eyes peeking out at her; predator to predator.

In retrospect, it'd be safe to assume this was a bad omen. But it was hard for Maren to think negatively when Joey's breath hitched and his smile only widened. He hurried his pace, gently grabbing her hand and yanking her towards a dry patch beneath a tree. It was far enough away from the water to be safe from gators, but not far enough for Maren to ignore the weight of the scaly creature's gaze, accusatory and judgmental like Mama's.

"It won't come up here, right?" She'd ask, her eyes still locked on the animal, communicating with it without uttering a word.

"Nah, it shouldn't. Well, unless we turn our backs to 'em. Then they might see us as prey, but if we face the water, he'll stay. My daddy always says they're more afraid of us than we are of them."

Maren wants to snort at the comment. What could a fearsome beast, built for carnage and brutality, have to fear about humans? But even so, she can't seem to pull her gaze away from the pair of eyes peering at her from the water, inching closer in minimal increments-- not threateningly, but more as though they wanted to get a better look at the monster they were seeing. As though they knew what she was going to do before she did.

"I made PB&J's." He announced proudly, before hesitating. "You're not allergic to peanuts, are ya?" Maren shakes her head and he resumes his cheeky grin, handing her one half of the sandwich. He rambles on about something, but Maren can't seem to focus on anything other than the water. Like a silent siren song, the animal mocks her, dares her to prove her spot on the food chain.

Joe leans forward, suddenly aware that Maren's mind was floating in the atmosphere. He held nothing but the crust of his sandwich left, which surprised Maren. He spoke so much, there was hardly time to eat. She had only taken a few bites from her triangular half, but the ratio of jelly to peanut butter was off, and some of the grape jam clung to the corner of her lips.

In what could be considered romantic for any other pair of preteens, Joe Sharkey softly scooted forward, closing the gap between them and subsequently blocking her view of the murky waters behind them. His hands shook ever so slightly as he reached over to gently swipe away the glob of jelly from her mouth, but, with her full attention on him now, she couldn't ignore the temptation. Without the accusatory glares of the alligators, she had nothing to hold her back.

She reached up and grabbed his wrist, his fingers still touching her face and grape jelly caught beneath his fingernails. Within moments, she lunged and ate him, bit by bit. He screamed, more than the others did. He cried for his mother, but there was no one to hear his pleas but Maren and the judgmental bystanders.

As she wiped the last bits of Joe from her cheek, the metallic twinge of blood tainted by a sweetened grape flavor, she noticed that three more pairs of eyes had risen from the surface to watch the horrific finale of another mistake. He'd been the one to warn her about turning his back to the gators, but he couldn't have guessed that the girl in front of him was far more deadly than the predators behind them. Maren wiped the blood from her face and, with tears in her eyes, ran home to tell someone, anyone of the horrible news: Joe Sharkey had been attacked by alligators.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Oh we can tell you guys about that! He’s coming buuttt because of his fear of flying, he’s coming to Japan via boat. Unfortunately the boats from USA and Japan go from California and he was stationed in New York so he’s currently on a cross country road trip. So he won’t be here for a few weeks at best.

Wait really? He is...?

Wait he's actually doing that?

Oh... right, I heard Future Foundation had prepare ships so probably he's taking one but hopefully he'll travel safe.

Sorry, I should be excited but I want to rest now...

Very well, I'll wake you if I find something.

[nityarawal]

BREAKING! Elon Musk JUST REVEALED Tesla's First FLYING Vehicle!

You know what's hot? When a guy can be directed. It's sexiest thing in world because you know if he listens to you, saves himself for you- he'll honor your word, health and kids in life. Tragic government upholds the let's slip a president a nanny and a BJ model instead in USA. @elonmuskfans @elonmuskfan @teslamotorsblog @teslamodel3

[kmp78]

„I’ll never stop #believing“ 🤔 Lordy mentioned it today „Back in the USA for a few days and at home for the first time in a while.“ I bet he'll fly back to Paris after the Vegas gig...🙌🏻😂

Anywhere but his empty VK-less home... 😭

[alightinthelantern]

book reviews: Falling Man (Don DeLillo)

A well-written story, but a very sad one. The language used is very poetic, in turns of phrase and how sentences are often constructed in the book, and reading it was very pleasant for the most part. The story focuses on the relationships between its main characters and the emotional ramifications of these relationships, and does it well. The story is definitely a feel-bad one though.

Plot: Keith and Lianne Neudecker live in Manhattan, NYC, USA. After several years of marriage and constant arguments they separate but do not divorce, and Keith moves into a new apartment closer to where he works, in a law firm situated in the World Trade Center. A year and a half passes, and Keith spends his weekends playing poker with five friends. When the Twin Towers are hit by a pair of hijacked airplanes on September 11, 2001, Keith survives the initial collision and the onslaught of debris tossed around by the collision, but most of his coworkers are killed by collapsed walls or ceiling equipment. He joins the thousands of people thronging the stairwells, slowly making their way down to ground level, and comes out onto the street just before the South Tower collapses. In a daze and injured, he's picked up by a passing truck driver, and gives him the address of his wife's apartment, where he shows up unannounced. In the aftermath of the attack Keith moves back in with his wife and son. His wife Lianne juggles caring for their son with running a writer's workshop for patients with Alzheimer's, and editing books, as well as a strained relationship with her mother and unresolved trauma over her father's suicide sixteen years prior, and seems emotionally unmoored and perpetually on the edge of a breakdown which never comes. Keith and Lianne's son Justin is seven and becomes convinced that the Twin Towers were hit but survived the attack, and that planes sent by "Bill Laughton" will come back any day to finish them off, and watches the skies continually with his friends and borrowed binoculars, which disturbs his mother. Keith's relationship with Lianne improves and they begin sleeping together again, to Lianne's mother's consternation, but after Keith returns a briefcase he'd somehow picked up in the chaos of September 11 to its rightful owner, a woman named Florence, he begins a short-lived affair with her centered on their shared experiences of that day. Meanwhile an anonymous stuntperson dubbed "The Falling Man" starts terrorizing the city of NYC by hooking himself to the roofs of buildings and jumping off to dangle by a tether, suspended upside-down in imitation of a photo snapped of one of the jumpers from the Twin Towers. The days turn into weeks and then months. Keith takes a job with a different law firm. Three years pass. Keith, unmoored, leaves his job and becomes a professional poker player, always flying to conventions around the world but living in Las Vegas more than anywhere else, and sees his family only occasionally, drifting further and further away from them. Lianne tells him she's afraid he'll disappear completely from their lives. Lianne's mother dies, and she sees her mother's boyfriend for the final time at the wake. Lianne's writing group concludes and she doesn't begin another, but continues editing books for a living. She attends a protest against the Iraq war with her son, then comes home, speaks to her husband on the phone a little while, then stares in the mirror and sees that she's 41 and going grey.

Honestly I don't recommend the book.

[the-firebird69]

So max heard our son and he said you're using technology of these idiots to try and get stuff and it says okay and you're out front and we know what you're doing and he didn't say anything for a while he said it's my business and I can't help it you're not your daddy let me take advantage of it so he said I don't care at all and so going forwards and we're going to take him down instead of him fixing himself. And the three in prisoner of blaming these girls and not really to blame it was the enemy up there so put them in there and they keep blaming them and doing stuff to them so we went ahead and we started to investigate what they're doing for cuz I kept on seeing you said it to them and then the blabbing all the stuff out so we went after them and we found out the women are telling secrets to try and protect themselves an hour attacking trumpsters in the USA and Max is going after them and the girl is a trumpster and she's mad cuz she has no place to go. So our son calls my coward and says it's the enemy and he's saying they're talking this is not going to twist your head off the guy goes when you like to this is I'm sitting here killing you and stuff and you don't care at all he said I'm just going to keep killing you and taking all your stuff it's always we don't care about that anymore I said good you know little baby I have no problem taking candy from baby that's a Mac closet too just like you f*** you just know that I'm getting ready for a lot worse than what he thinks so he turns around and says he's going to finish you it's none of your business either you're small very very small and soon your army want exist sleep proud about your mistakes which there's so many. So he says I'll fly right after waking up I said I don't really think that's wicked valuable from my perspective you won't bother me so you're going to use up until you're all gone. Kept on talking and stopped and they said we're wrong and we're going to die we have to stop him so that really helps over the past 4 or 5 years to build up forces here to stop you from grabbing me. She says what haven't you done that you can't see us wow can't can't see any of it none of it and one of your big mouth so as you can see a few things lots of Max doing stuff. He's horrified he says have some mercy on us this is a cat you won't allow me to it's running around town saying they're doing it they're killing all these Max they're going to be here in a minute and we keep opening her mouth so shut them up so we shut him up but he'll be back he's in a famous movie shortly where he dies a horrible death horrible

There's several things happening here one is you pukes won't stop arguing and we're taking you down as you're talking any of you who sit there and flab at a single distracting us I'm looking right at you and I can see what you're doing is that ordering stuff we start going after you

Her son says when you find out what the clan is done or part of it we all be humble enough to accept your own deaths including the max as you'll see what you've ruined that your people had. :::Mac Daddy's is probably it's way too much it's over the top and we screwed up as a matter of fact his brother may have taken it over if it's that huge we shouldn't even be bothering him but he's not our kind so we have to:::. The max said that the last three sentences and he is emphasized because of what he's saying it's not using it our son and daughter are ours and our kind but he's definitely not these people and they want to see how he did it and all that good stuff but really these people like the power to do it and every day that goes by they become more and more powerless and bigger bigger mouths.

There's a ton of people here that need to leave last night 10% no it's 10 households went to the line and 10 more went later on 10 households returned partially they lost 30% or 35% of their members that's how it works and 10 are gone it brings it to 80 households. It's a very odd case and it's about Mrs Johnson who was killed just the other day yesterday and Jacob bumpass was arrested and he's the one who escaped yeah and Georgia and this is pre-recorded they don't know he got out but The Three idiots and they don't see why it's important if they get a little happy when you say Trump and others got out and who cares he goes in jail and prison every day the point is that it's in Williamsburg one of the Carolinas and that's the problem it's very symbolic that they dropped her off there and she she is a woman that's one of theirs but they mean Mac and what they say is to go after the Max and they're ruling areas and they're probably going to get killed today quite a bit and it is the Macklemore

We're going to publish this now because it's important

And yes they have resumed attacks on the empire bases and it really continued and on the factories and now in areas and they're getting an accident to them they're about 5% this morning it's 3,000 trillion percentage point and it's going down but slowly across the board but really they are going out if they have half the force built up they did yesterday it's going to be gone and they'll be gone today what's the percentage is wrong and people say we think there's more than if they're saying it but we say is they do have some more and we're going to announce it later cuz their numbers are ridiculous

Thor Freya

We have calculations from 5 to 8%. It's kind of tough cuz we move around a lot. But they're dwindling very fast and getting erased as well in the public areas of the populace they are getting killed a lot no one wants them same stuff they're dumb faces dumb routines we don't have time for it. I don't have time for all this crap they're doing but they're dying very fast I'll be gone shortly and I need within the month and that's not a very long time to wait although we have to act on it

Mac

We had tons and tons of these assholes up in the wall and we offended them all off in this Wisconsin and Nebraska and they're about 2,000 octillion each and it's like a percentage in the Dead and they lost about 5% or four and a half percent other activities yesterday there's a big number is happening now and they're going down it's a huge huge battle. It was a huge battle it was sitting on for a bigger one and so going to cordon off the lake Superior and we're going to do it shortly and if it's chilled it's in the Ohio and they checked it but there's going to be a lot of people running up there it's going to free up a lot of stuff. We're going to make the Bradley GT kit car in our facilities and we don't want to mess around with you idiots anymore and we mean you more luck you're such a pain in the ass and you're such an idiots it's not worth talking to you anymore and you have no train of thought and don't care if you need stuff we're also going to start taking over companies and big ones and right now

GE, GTE, raytheon, Boeing, Mcdonnel douglas, genpak, Intel, Celeron, and all sorts of other tech companies and defense contractors were moving on now and we're also going to take over big companies that are making computers for the population like deck IBM compact gateway Dell and more Wang and there are hundreds of them that were taking over and you no longer going to have computing ability. I'm going after cell phone companies tons of them it's going to be a much easier job all the big ones Androids and Apple Motorola and we are going after the people who are in the way our fmdos are some money rfmd they oweour sonmoney. We're going after them with the vengeance and we're going to take them down and we're going to rename them and use the company stuff and build stuff and what we want know what you want we're taking over the automobile industry and the factories in your areas I'm going to employ your people if you don't want a job you don't have to work there and some people have to work for a living and some people want to take the plant over that's how it's going to go. Today on the docket to start taking over the citgo and all the gas stations and we also have Mobil gas and we're going to take them over and Shell oil we were grouping and to take over the final 20% we are moving in and we are doing construction here let me find out that your company is not run for s*** and you're horrible people to everyone we all mentally affected weak and angry and hostile because of Tommy f. Is it deranged lunatic and his stuff is above you but his stuff was below the clans and we don't care about that we are above them and granted we admit you probably don't have a chance it really tell me if doesn't have much of one.

Along with all these companies were taking over and going to take over a great deal of territory and it's going to be above and beyond the middle areas in the upper Midwest areas those were tired of you I'm going to begin our offensive shortly

Thor Freya

It has a decisive effect and it works for us and we have to do it because you people are nasty on repeats of crap we're going to honor any agreements of any kind no matter what you're doing in your irritating to a flaw and your demands me in a fight every 5 minutes granted tons of you die but it's across the board so you're mentally ill and we have to take over because you're forcing it

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