#smoking a roach and refusing to let go so i could finish my hit pushing thru the pain for that last hit

[wellnesscard]

I burned off my thumbprint trying to harvest reclaim from my rig the other day I should disable the thumb lock to my phone because I just have to bypass it everytime with my pin anyways but that's not how I roll

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Fourteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: it might be a little bit longer for the next update :( I’m still currently working on chapter 15.

“God damnit, Colson! Delete that shit! We are not engaged!” Tiffany shouted, holding her phone’s screen out to him, irritation surging through her. 

“The fuck we aren’t! You said so yourself! You can’t take that shit back!” He argued, cheeks ticking with a smile as he chucked at her, “Don’t be mad now.”

The moment Tiffany had turned her phone on it erupted in texts and missed calls and social media notifications, all linking her to Colson’s newest social media posts. The first one was the picture he had taken the previous morning, her bare face and bright eyes surrounded by crazy tangles of purple, the simple caption of “What’s understood, doesn’t have to be explained.” enticing thousands of comments from fans and friends. It was the word under the second picture though, that made Tiffany’s face redden and annoyance spike. 

The simple word, “Fiancé,” stared back at her, slapping her in the face. 

The picture itself was adorable, a simple selfie of the two of them in front of the Alice in Wonderland statue. Tiffany’s hand had been placed on Colson’s face, two of the three shiny diamonds displayed across her fingers as they both smiled into the camera happily. 

“It was during sex, Kels!” Tiffany retorted hotly, throwing her arms into the air in frustration, “It’s not like you got down on your knee for fuck’s sake!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you don’t give a fuck about that shit,” Colson scoffed, waving his hand uncaringly in her direction with a sarcastic smile, “Just accept the happiness, Tiff.”

“Rook! Come get your fucking friend before I blow his head off!” Tiffany whined, stomping down the hall to the living room and plopping herself down on her couch next to her brother. 

Rook looked up from the joint he was rolling with a confused expression on his face at the same time Colson rounded the corner, the man looking offended. 

“The fuck happen now?” Rook asked, holding his hands out with the question as he looked between them, cheesy grin curving his lips, “I thought y’all were getting married?”

“Are you fucking serious?” Tiff groaned, slapping Rook across the chest before looking to Colson, “He’s on your side too?!”

“Everyone’s on my side, baby!” Colson teased, holding his arms out wide as he did a little side step back and forth, “We’re engaged, bitch!” 

“That wasn’t a real proposal!” She countered, picking up a plastic bottle from the table and hurling it at him. “There wasn’t even a ring!”

“I bought you three rings that night, you little bitch,” Colson laughed, picking the bottle up and chunking it back at her, “Now put one on that finger.”

“No!” She refused, crossing her arms as she shrugged against the side of the couch, side eyeing her brother with a betrayed glare, “I hate you two.”

“He asked you to marry him, you said yes. How is that not a proposal?” Rook inquired, lighting the joint before passing it to Colson.

“He asked me in the middle of me riding his dick! That doesn’t fucking qualify!”

“Hey, Hey, Hey,” Rook interrupted, covering his ears with his hands, “Fuck off! I don’t wanna hear that shit!” 

“You fucking asked, dick,” Tiffany huffed, snatching the joint from Colson as her eyes flashed dangerously at him, “We are not engaged, take that post down. Now.”

“Nope.” Colson replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end smugly as he leaned over where she sat on the sofa. “We are engaged, bitch.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Tiffany spat, blowing a cloud of smoke in his face. Her lips curled into a devilish smirk when he bared his teeth and snarled at her. 

Colson nipped playfully at her, his jaw snapping as he buried his face in her hair while she ‘struggled’ to push him away. 

“You two are ridiculous, you know that,” Rook complained, shifting over to the other couch as the two began to wrestle against each other on the one they were currently occupying.

“Lil’ bitch is just mad she gon’ be my wife,” Colson jeered, his tongue extending from his mouth to swipe the side of her face as he lay on top of her. 

Tiffany instantly shrieked in disgust, pushing against Colsons chest as hard as she could, “Get offff!”

“Gonna get fucked by this dick every night.” He continued, raising up off of her to thrust his hips into her thighs. 

“Bro!” Rook barked, standing up and groaning loudly, “Jesus Christ!” 

“My bad, dog.” Colson apologized halfheartedly, smirk still adorning his face as he licked his lips and smacked her outer thigh. He looked down at Tiffany as she lay there, his eyebrows lifting as he looked pointedly at her, “Imma marry you.”

Rolling her eyes, Tiffany sat up beside Colson as her brother held the joint out again. The topic shifted over to them flying home the next day as they finished the roach, Tiffany pouting when Rook let her in on the early morning departure.

“I’ve gotta get Case, like, the moment we land, babe. I’m sorry.” Colson sulked, his shoulders dropping with his own sadness. His eyes shifted from the floor, to her, and back before he murmured lowly, “I wish you’d come with me.”

“You know I can’t, Cols.” Tiffany replied, looking at him knowingly before kissing his cheek, “And I understand, babe. Please tell Itty Bit I miss her and her pancakes. I’ll be there for her to make me some as soon as possible.”

“I will.” He promised, pressing his lips against her temple as he reeled her into his side.

“We’ll be back here soon, too.” Rook added, looking up from his phone that had began to occupy him. 

“I know,” She nodded, humming as she leaned her head against Colsons shoulder. Her lip twitched as she smirked, “still sucks, though; having to be apart from your fiancé so soon after the engagement.”

—

“Bro, come the fuck on,” Slim complained, pushing Colson’s arm gently to get his attention, “You act like you ain’t never gon’ see her again or somethin’.” 

“Man, jus’ leave me alone.” Colson returned, shrugging his friend off with a huff as he looked back down to his phone, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Y’all fighting again, dog?” Slim questioned, ignoring his best friends comment and sitting beside him on the couch, “It’s only been a week since we left. Why she trippin’?”

“It’s not even her, dude.” Colson sighed, putting his phone down on his lap and scrubbing his face with his palms, “I’m being stupid again.”

“What’d you do this time?” Slim asked,exasperated, shaking his head as he side eyed Colson. Slim snatched one of the rolled joints from the table, lighting it and hitting it while waiting on his answer. 

“Mannnn,” Colson huffed, his knee bouncing as he rested his elbow on it. He shook his head back and forth before taking the spliff from Slim’s fingers, inhaling deeply before answering, “Her and Norman went out last night ‘cuz he’s leaving or whatever and got all fucked up. She called me and he was all laughin’ and shit in the background.”

“Nigga, okay?” Slim scoffed, taking the joint back from Colson as he cocked an eyebrow at him, “The fuck is the issue? She goes out with him all the time, and it ain’t like you ain’t had hoes laughin’ and gigglin’ and hangin’ all up on yo stupid ass.” 

“I know, dog,” Colson replied with a groan, slouching back on the couch to sulk, “Shit just bothered me, and of course that only pissed her off, and now she’s not talking to me.”

Slim hit the joint deeply as he looked at his friend, the smoke catching in his lungs as he spoke, “Good, I wouldn’t either.” 

“Thanks, bro.” Colson deadpanned, rolling his eyes. 

“Man, are you serious about marrying this girl or are you jus’ frontin’?” Slim questioned, hitting the joint again before passing it to Colson. 

“I’m dead fuckin’ serious, man.” Colson answered seriously, his eyes watching the burning cherry of the roach while he ashed it on the leg of his jeans.

“Then you need to stop acting like you don’t know who that girl is, man. She ain’t like you, dumbass.” Slim scolded, irritation evident in his tone as he looked at Colson sternly, “If she love you, she love you. That’s Tiff, Kels. Tiffany. Our friend, our family. She ain’t some random hoe.”

Colson nodded, his head just barely moving as he comprehended everything Slim said. He hit the roach a last time before handing it back, silent as he tried to think of the right thing to say. 

“I’ll be back.” Colson said after a minute, new determination in his eyes as he grabbed his phone and hopped up from the couch. His voice could be heard as he headed towards his bedroom, Tiffany’s name being spoken softly as he articulated the words of an apology. 

Slim leaned back into the cushions with a smirk adorning his face, lighting up another joint as he enjoyed the satisfaction. 

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[therobincastle]

Go Mad For a Couple Grams || Self-Para

TW: Drug Use

ur comin tonight right?

havent seen u in forever

where r u ???

dont bitch out on me dude

Robin chewed his lip, staring down at his phone and all the incoming messages. Some of his old “friends” who worked on the same studio lot as Daemon Above were having a get-together and word got out that he was back in town. They had all been texting him nonstop all night and even though Robin was yet to reply, he hadn’t completely ruled it out. Maybe this would be a good thing. He was back in the real world finally, and what was wrong with going out with the people he used to go out with? Other than the probability of him falling back into his old habits...

Deciding to just throw away any leftover inhibitions he had, Robin grabbed his dagger from underneath his pillow and strapped it into his belt, throwing on a long shirt and jacket to cover it. He texted their family driver to meet him at the end of the drive and grabbed his wallet and keys before slipping out of his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. The lights were all dimmed in their unneccessary-because-there’s-literally-two-people-living-there-three-story house on the beach, Robin’s steps slow and careful so he could sneak out without getting caught.

“Robiiiiin,” Dove’s slow drawl rang out from the hallway behind him. Shit. He turned to see his mother exit from the kitchen, frowning at him with a glass of almost-finished wine in her hand. “Sweetie, where are you going? It’s late.”

Robin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and he refused to look guilty, even knowing that his mom could always tell when he was acting. “I’m going out. Is that a problem?”

She sighed heavily, leaning against the wall as she sipped at her glass. “Who with?”

“Just some friends,” Robin shrugged.

“Which. Friends?” Dove asked slowly, her usually pretty features screwing into something more pained. “Robin, we talked about this.”

“Bullshit,” Robin sighed. “I need to go out, Mom. How else are people going to think nothing’s going on with me if they know I’m back in town but not even allowed outside of the house?” It was sound logic, more to a manager than a mother. Robin hoped she was swaying more to the former tonight. “Come on, I’ve wrapped on Buddy Holly, can’t I enjoy my time back in LA?”

“Baby...” Dove pouted, walking over to him. She ran her fingers through his curls, tugging worriedly at his ears. “I want to trust you... If I let you go, you have to promise me you’re going to make good decisions, and that you’ll be home before your new curfew.”

Robin flashed a cheeky grin. “Three a.m.?”

She gently smacked the side of his head. “Two. I want you back before two. And you leave your cell phone here and off. You have Drachma, so Iris Message me as soon as there’s an emergency,” she kissed Robin all over his face until he managed to wriggle free, crying out in embarrassment. He jogged down the long driveway, entering the code to their gate so he could slip out into the neighborhood. His driver was smoking a cigarette in front of the SUV.

“Hey, Maurice,” Robin greeted as the man opened the back door for him. “Why don’t we sit up front together?”

The man looked slightly surprised but smiled and shut the door, now offering him shotgun. “Good to have you back, kid.”

They pulled up to the apartment complex, Robin promising he’d be back out front by 1:45 so they could get home and that he’d have his mother call him if he ended up needing to go home earlier than that. He could already hear music blasting from the loft as the elevator doors opened on the correct floor, the door unlocked. There were about fifty people all hanging around the apartment. Robin’s appearance had a ripple effect, people too high, drunk, or both to notice his arrival right away. Slow yells of recognition rang out, varying jeers and rough hands giving him a greeting. He recognized some of the people but didn’t know them by name, looking around for the kids he did know. There was a pile of them all sitting on a king-sized bed on the floor in the corner of the room.

“Rob, man, you made it!” Flynn, cried out, jumping off the bed to grab him. “Holy shit, you got tall! You’re looking skinny too,” he grabbed at Robin’s arms and gave them a shake.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin brushed him off, kind of annoyed because he thought he was starting to build a little muscle thanks to camp.

Flynn flung an arm around Robin’s shoulders, dragging him over to sit on the bed. “You remember Arissa, Vic, Marnie, Jules?” he pointed out all the people and Robin nodded despite not really remembering them at all. They were all in their early twenties, none of them actors like Flynn, just friends he made through the scene. “Dude, Jules got the nastiest shit bro, you gotta try it, it’s life changing,” He leaned over the nightstand and grabbed a razor blade to make a line of whatever mix of cocaine and probably Adderall on the table for him. Robin felt ill just looking at it.

“Ah, actually man, I’m not really down for that tonight,” he scratched the back of his neck.

Flynn scoffed. “Don’t be stupid, Robin. This isn’t like last time when that shit messed you up for two days. We got this from a way better guy, not shady at all,” he finished up the line and pushed a straw into Robin’s hand. He tossed it aside on the bed, Flynn flashing him an annoyed look. “What the fuck, man? Next you’re going to tell me you don’t what a shot of top-shelf tequila next.”

“I don’t,” Robin said stiffly, standing up now. “Listen, man, I just came here to hang out, I don’t... I don’t want anything.”

“They allllll say that,” one of the girls, Arissa or Marnie, he wasn’t sure since these Instagram models all started to look the same to him. “You’ll change your mind after you try it.”

The other either Arissa or Marnie sat up now where she had been draped over the edge of the bed. She wasn’t wearing a top and her make up was smeared. Robin decided to focus his attention on the false eyelash clinging onto the corner of her lid for dear life. “Didn’t you guys hear? Lil birdie here has been locked up,” she slurred.

“What, like house arrest?” Flynn scoffed before snorting the line he had just insisted Robin take. He started making another two immediately.

“Rehab,” the girl corrected before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“No shit,” Flynn said with wide eyes, looking at Robin. “That true?”

“Of course not,” Robin scoffed immediately, crossing his arms. “Just been working on personal projects right now.”

“That why you get kicked off that dinky zombie show?” the other guy on the bed snickered. A few other party-goers had wandered over, all vying for more of whatever these drug-mongers had holed up in the corner. More of their attention was starting to shift to Robin, as blurry and incoherent as it was.

“I wasn’t kicked off,” Robin denied with a clenched jaw. “I left. It was a mutual decision.”

“Lay off him, guys,” Flynn crowed in annoyance before looking back at Robin. “Listen, kid, I believe you!” He starts prepping a needle now, one of the girls climbing over and sitting next to him like a patient lining up for her flu shot. “If you’re not one of those bitches who gets sucked into that rehabilitation bullshit, then take a hit.”

Robin shook his head. “I’m just gonna leave if this is how you’re gonna be, you dick.”

Flynn stared at him coldly, looking him over again. “This ain’t a good look for you, Baby Boy.” He turned to everyone else on the bed as he injected the girl sitting next to him. Robin watched the way the needle sank into the skin, wondering how many collapsed veins the girl already had. He watched the plunger sink down, hardly hearing what Flynn was saying until he came back to himself. “...what happens when you go to rehab, folks.”

“I wasn’t in rehab!” Robin shouted over the music. “What the fuck is wrong with me just trying to get clean?” He crossed his arms uncomfortably over his chest. His faded track marks were starting to itch just watching the administration in front of him. People were staring now, the interaction sobering them up somewhat. Robin could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his ears going red. “Whatever. Just get me a fucking blunt if that will get you guys to lay the fuck off,” he groaned. He had cut himself off cold turkey, and the strong stench of marijuana hanging in the air was like a secondhand high that his body craved more of.

It’s not that bad. A puff or two isn’t that bad. You’re not backsliding. No one at camp will have to know and these people will keep their mouths shut.

“No,” Flynn chuckled, reaching out to stop one of his friends who was holding a roach out to Robin. “No, no, no. You wanna prove you weren’t in rehab?” He scraped together another line. “Bump this shit.”

“I already said--”

“I know what you fuckin’ said,” Flynn interrupted. “But I know it’s a fuckin’ lie if you’re gonna stay up there on your high horse now that you’re too good for a little fun.” He held out the straw again. “Now shut up and snort the damn coke, pussy.”

Robin angrily snatched the straw from him and bent over the table, immediate drunken cheers of approval coming from the onlookers. Robin hesitated, looking at the dusty little line of coke. He thought about what happened when he was angry and frustrated with someone. How easy it would be to turn one deadly look on Flynn and make him wish he hadn’t tried to threaten Robin’s life, his career. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to make him pay-- teach him a lesson. Use his powers to drive Flynn to be locked up in a place much worse than rehab. He deserved to have his mind turned inside out, that dark impulse sneaking up on Robin’s clear and sober mind.

Then he thought about his mother’s face, covered in tears as he shook him awake, a needle still poking out of his arm. Melody’s kind smiles every time she helped him work through the withdrawal symptoms. Penny screaming at him almost two years ago that he needed to quit. Dean and Aaron’s endless support no matter how frustrating or annoying he was.

The burn felt great.

“Atta boy,” he heard Flynn mutter under his breath as Robin stood back up, wiping his sleeve across his nose.

“Yeah, whatever,” Robin dropped the straw to the table and walked away. It would be a matter of time before the reality of his situation sank in on him, but Robin didn’t mind. The high was supposed to be fun, right? It was the calm before the storm, and Robin did feel calm. Sated enough to forget how close he was to using his powers on Flynn.

There wasn’t really anywhere to go in the studio apartment, but he managed to slip outside where another group sat on the balcony, all smoking weed. They greeted Robin with lazy waves and grunts, not paying him any mind as he sank down. He stared out blankly at the city below, a beautiful and ugly place. His hands were trembling now, Robin lowering his head between his knees. “Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that,” he breathed softly. “Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!” He kicked his foot out angrily, his sneaker colliding with the railing with a metallic shudder.

The group glanced over at him at he turned his face away, embarrassed by his outburst. “Yo, kid,” one of them called over to him. “You look like you could use some of this.” Robin didn’t need to look over to see that he was being offered some pot. 

“I’ll pass,” Robin said, swallowing back the bile in his throat. He didn’t like how hard it was to say no.

“You sure?” someone else asked. “It’ll help. I’ve got, like, a vape if that’s-- Shit, kid, your face.”

Robin looked fully at them now, brow wrinkling in confusion. He suddenly felt a warmth pooling against his shirt collar and turned to look at his reflection in the glass sliding door. Blood was gushing from his nose and he hadn’t even felt it. “Shit--” An irony tang sat on his lips as he scrambled to his feet, holding his sleeve over his nose and mouth. He stumbled back into the apartment, looking around for a bathroom. There were people milling around outside of it, a couple of girls doing more lines on the bathroom sink when he burst in. There were cries of annoyance asking him to knock, their irritation going ignored as Robin yanked on a toilet paper roll to get enough to mop up his bloody nose. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he said as a soft mantra, clutching it to his face. The girls quickly hurried out of the bathroom, leaving the sink open. Robin clutched the stained surface to hold himself up, slowly lifting his head to look at his reflection.

Crimson was still smeared across his nose and chin, Robin running some water to try and wipe it away. “You’re a fucking moron, Castle,” he muttered to himself. The anxiety from before was coming back tenfold then, Robin’s eyes welling with tears. “Why did you do that?”

He knew exactly why. It wasn’t the peer pressure. It wasn’t the stupid double-edged threat of having to snort coke just so other people wouldn’t find out about his addiction. It wasn’t even the difficulty of recovery.

He did it because he wanted to.

Robin emerged from the bathroom, grabbing hold of the first guy he saw with a roll of something lit on the end. “Can I?” he asked dryly. The guy just nodded and pass him the joint, letting him take a pull. He coughed on the smoke, feeling his eyes sting as his lungs protested the sensation they hadn’t had to feel in a while.

Getting high won’t fix this.

You’re making it worse.

Stop now, you can still get home and sleep this off.

Mom’s going to hate you.

Robin sat outside of the apartment, back against the wall. No one paid him any mind as they came and went, a few dirty looks from neighbors who weren’t happy about the party inside but weren’t going to call any cops about it. It must’ve been 1:45 because as he sat there in a daze, he could feel a large man pick him up and sling him over a shoulder to carry him downstairs and put him back in the car, letting him lay down in the backseat. “Oh, kid...” he heard Maurice’s voice as a distorted echo, the world around him blurry and confusing even as he was helped into his house.

“Mom?” Robin called out in a weak voice. No answer. He closed the door quietly behind him and shuffled into the kitchen to get some water. There was no comfort food to be found, not in their kitchen. Robin caught his reflection in a hallway mirror as he made his way for the stairs. There was still some blood on his shirt and his eyes were bloodshot, hair messy. “Idiot,” Robin muttered, ascending all the way to the top step before he heard his mother’s voice from below.

“Robin?”

She sounded sleepy. Maybe she had stayed up after all. Robin contemplated rushing to his room. How was he supposed to face her like this? Still coming down off his high, throat raw and face pale. He backed up slowly, peeking into the den to see her lifting her head up from behind the couch, an empty wine glass tipped over on the glass coffee table.

“Robin, sweetie, how was your night?” she asked sleepily, yawning as she rested her cheek on the cushion. “Come here, baby.”

“I... I’m really tired, Mom,” Robin said, lip trembling. Fuck, his voice sounded so shaky.

“Just come here,” she requested again, softly. Robin turned and walked the rest of the way down the stairs, slowly going over to her. She looked at him sleepily, a slight frown clear on her face that would probably look more severe had it not been for the botox. He stood stiffly, feeling dead on his feet as she reached out to hold his hand, her own grip lazy. “I’m so proud of you, darling. I know how hard this has been and I’m glad to have you home.” A warm smile.

He flung himself down into her lap before he could stop himself, immediately bursting into tears. You stupid fuck up. He sobbed against her for what felt like hours, Dove rubbing his back and carding her fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry,” he cried into her chest, heaving to catch his breath as he wept. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby,” she mumbled, hugging him tightly against her. “You don’t have to be sorry. You got home before curfew,” she pat him on the head before sinking back onto the couch, letting him curl up into her. She doesn’t get it. “I know it’s tough but I knew you could do it. I knew that camp would be good for you,” she yawned and rested her chin on top of his head, quickly falling back asleep. She has no idea what you’ve done. “And I’ve been thinking... I think you’re ready to come stay here for good.”

Robin had been waiting to hear those exact words for months, but now it just put a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t deserve this.

Robin didn’t sleep well that night, and it wasn’t because he was curled up on an aesthetically pleasing and wholly uncomfortable couch with his mother. He woke up fully and alone sometime around ten. “Mom?” he croaked, looking around their open concept home. There was music playing softly from another room, but that didn’t mean much in their household. Robin eventually made his way upstairs, his poor decisions last night weighing heavy on his heart.

Without really thinking through the motions, he grabbed his largest duffle bag and started packing. He threw his dagger in last before hooking the huge bag over his shoulder. As he trudged down the stairs, he was mumbling to himself, trying to figure out the wording of a note he needed to leave for his mom... Maybe he wouldn’t leave a note at all. Just disappearing would be easier on the pains in his chest. Maybe he could make some bullshit up in a week about how he missed camp or something. 

Maybe she’d even pretend to believe him.

Robin’s hand was on the front door knob when he heard footsteps behind him. “Robin?” his mother inquired softly, rounding the corner from the kitchen. “Where are you off to? I was about to make breakfast-- or maybe we could go out? How about that gluten-free bagel shop you like so much? We should get you nice, well-balanced meal before your photoshoot today--”

“I did coke last night.”

Dove stood there, frozen. Robin almost couldn’t bear to meet her eye and be subjected to the heartbreak written across her face. “Are you joking, sweetie?” she asked softly, her voice breaking delicately over the question.

Robin chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling a tingling prickling at his ears. There was a phantom burn in his nose, a reminder of his transgressions from the night before. He shook his head and turned away from her. “I’m gonna go back to camp for a while.”

She didn’t reply, and her silent disbelief was too much. Robin wrenched the door open and didn’t look back.

[sueboohscorner]

#IntotheBadlands S2 Ep 6 “Leopard Stalks in Snow” Recap & Review

Episode Grade: 9

We start where we left off last week with Lydia still down from the explosion, and as she looks around outside Quinn's hideout, mangled armadillo Clipper bodies lie strewn on the ground and Quinn finishes off the surviving Clippers with his sword, then greets Lydia.

Sunny and Bajie drive Portia and Amelia to a healer to treat Portia's wounds from Nos's attack. They make it to a shanty apartment complex where men and women are wearing masks. Sunny is don’t like the place and ask Bajie what was wrong with them and he says “they’re Gaspers smoking the poor man's opium,” Sunny meets Doc Cloud, who knows Portia and ask him for help and he allows them in.

Veil continues running through the woods, away from Quinn’s bunker. Declan and some of Quinn’s men are following her trail. The men hear Henry's cries, and it leads them to the spot they were hiding, but as the people move closer.  A Cog finds Veil and covers her mouth to quiet her and take her away and by the time they got to the spot she and Henry were gone. 

Lydia is in Quinn's office, and she tells Quinn that she came to avenge her son’s death, Quinn admits Ryder's death hurt him more than anyone. Declan tells Quinn that they still can’t find Veil and Lydia hears and taunts him about another pretty young thing abandoning him and his fall from power. Quinn passes Lydia a dagger and tells her to kill and not to hesitate as Ryder did, but before she can stab him, he grabs her hand so she can only pierce him. He wipes his blood on her lips, then passionately kisses her.

Doc Cloud thank Sunny for bringing Portia to him and offer Sunny anything she wants and asks for fuel and a route to the wall in return, but Doc says no one gets through the wall unless they're in chains. He offers Sunny and Bajie fuel and tells them to stay the night instead. Sunny blames himself for what happened to Portia. Doc Cloud tells Sunny that he knows a lot of bad men and he isn't a bad man.

At The Widow's Sanctuary, Odessa expresses her disapproval of the Widow’s alliance with Quinn to Tilda. Odessa considers the Widow just as dangerous as any other Baron and challenges her way of protecting her girls. Tilda disagrees with her and tells her about her childhood as a house Cog working for the Widow's husband, who sexually violated Tilda multiple times. Tilda recounts that before she could end her life, the Widow killed her husband to protect Tilda. Odessa agrees to stay and leans in to kiss Tilda. Tilda initially showed hesitations, but returns the gesture but interrupted by Waldo who came to get Tilda for the Widow.

Tilda attempts to explain her actions to Waldo, but he cuts her off and warns her again about letting her emotions cloud her judgment using Sunny as an example. A truck arrives with more runaways. Tilda sees Veil and Henry among the group and asks if Sunny and M.K. are with her, but Veil sadly tells her no and asks to see the Widow.

M.K. continues his journey away from the Monastery and finds a camp. The camp owner finds M.K. stealing a carrot and smashes his head into a glass panel. M.K. notices he's cut and worries about summoning his power, but nothing happens. Before the camper can kill M.K., a hatchet is thrown into the camper's head by Ava. 

Waldo promises Veil that she’s safe at the Sanctuary. Veil notes Waldo was supposed to help her and Sunny out of the Badlands and he apologizes for it not working out too well. The Widow offers to help find Sunny if Veil agrees to give up the location of Quinn's hideout so she can make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else. Tilda and Waldo leave so the Widow can speak to Veil in private. The Widow has Veil fetch the Azra book that M.K. stole from her. Veil claims she didn't know it belonged to her and said she wasn't able to translate the hieroglyphic text, but the Widow orders her to try again telling it was important, and It might even help them win this war.

M.K. and Ava find an old hotel, but Ava tells him that it would be best if they kept moving because the Abbots have a device to track their gifts. Ava suggests the Mirror Chamber might have affected M.K.’s gift and ask him what exactly happened in the Mirror Chamber and what he had seen, but M.K. offers nothing.

At Doc Cloud's apartment, Bajie enjoys a gas mask while looking at a racy magazine from the old world. He sees a truck pull up. Sunny watches over Portia and Amelia sleep until Bajie rushes in and warns Sunny that they need to leave immediately.

We then see three Abbots outside the complex, with their tracking device, Bajie comes across a bathtub filled with floating trash and hides in the water while wearing a mask. The Abbots are led to the bathroom where Bajie is, but they lose their tracking signal after picking up a new signal coming from elsewhere.

After they left Sunny confronts Bajie, and he admits that he has encountered the Abbots before, and Sunny ask him for his help telling him that the Abbots have M.K., but Bajie warns they're dangerous, but Bajie doesn’t give up details. Sunny insists on not leaving M.K. behind, but Bajie is adamant that he is not going after them, Sunny grabs the car keys and drives off, leaving Bajie.

The Widow send Quinn a message outside of his hideout, in the form of a crossbow in the tree trunk. The note invites Quin to the Widow Sanctuary unarmed and alone, Quinn tells Declan to put a team together.

M.K. and Ava finds an abandoned ski lodge; Ava struggles with her decision to leave the Monastery and says she doesn't remember her birth parents. M.K. says there are worse things than not remembering and finally talks about his experience in the Mirror Chamber and the vision that he killed his mother. Ava encourages him and tells him that the visions can't always be trusted, but M.K. is convinced that it was real.

Quinn's and his men arrive and the Widow Sanctuary and kill one of the Widow's guards. The Widow appears, and Tilda throws a star into the head of one of Quinn’s Loyalist to make things even. Quinn and Waldo exchange words and Waldo advocates Quinn that he wouldn’t be living like a roach in a hole if he had listened to him. Quinn warns the Widow about Waldo’s loyalty and The Widow tells Quinn she wants to make an alliance to kill the other Barons. Quinn requests a moment alone with the Widow and demands she return Veil and Henry before he’ll agree to the plan. The Widow refuses, and Quinn recommends reconsidering before the other Barons come for her Butterflies.

The Abbots arrived at the lodge, where M.K. finds an old magazine that features Azra's skyline on its cover and shows it to Ava as proof the Master has been lying to them. The Abbots use their tracker as Ava and M.K. try to escape from the lodge. In the lobby, a hand grabs M.K.’s mouth, but It's Sunny we tell him that they needed to go, but before they can all make it out, the Abbots find them. 

Sunny draws Moon's ringed sword and rushes Cyan, the Abbot who defeated him in the Badlands, while M.K. and Ava fight the other two. Sunny tells M.K. to cut himself, but M.K. tells him that his power doesn't work anymore and Ave said her did and summon her power and so did the other Abbots. They battle with enhanced power. Ava is caught between all three Abbots. She tries to keep up, but Cyan hits her with a powerful chi blast that impales her on a spike and with final strength in her body she killed one of the Abbots who was trying to kill M.K., by pushing her fingers through the Abbot’s throat, then collapses. The Abbots’ truck crashes into the lodge and Bajie steps; Cyan greets Bajie as his brother. Bajie admits to Sunny he was an Abbot in another life and goes after Cyan, who notes that Bajie has lost his own gift. Bajie hits Cyan with a pressure-point strike, shutting down his power but he still manages to hit five points on Sunny's chest before Sunny slices Cyan’s face in half.

At the Sanctuary, Veil tells the Widow she hasn’t translated the Azra book. The Widow confronts Veil with the bottle of poison she gave to Tilda trying to turn Tilda against her. The Widow says she can't find a reason to forgive Veil, but her conscience was clear. The Widow tells her that if she can’t trust her the, she will give her to someone who will protect her and Henry and Quinn appears at the top of the stairs, ready to take Veil and Henry back home.

At the lodge, M.K. watches as Ava dies. He cries over her body. Suddenly, Sunny clutches his chest and collapses.

This was another fantastic episode; my heart raced, I was dancing then I was mad again. I was disappointed that Lydia was so weak and went there with Quinn then again you love who you love, so I got over it. I was such relief that Veil was safe at the Widow Sanctuary, but then The Widow broken my heart into pieces when she hands over Veil and Henry over to Quinn, I am no long a fan of the Widow she is worst. I think Odessa is on to something, but I am not feeling her with Tilda. I am very happy that Sumy and M.K. are reunited, but sad to see Ava die, a shock to find out that Bajie was an Abbot.