#surviving r. kelly

[mxdwn]

R. Kelly Appeals Federal Racketeering and Sex Trafficking Conviction

https://music.mxdwn.com/2023/04/20/news/r-kelly-appeals-federal-racketeering-and-sex-trafficking-conviction/

[onlybuilt4expensivetaste]

Interesting.

Reshona and mom Valerie Landfair

[rubylioness]

What’s very wild to me is the mv for Diddy and RKelly’s song “Satisfy You” starred former video vixen Talani Rabb, whom is now RZA’s wife…and RZA was accused by Azealia Banks of trying to pimp her out to Russell Crowe in 2016…

[aaliyahunleashed]

Aaliyah behind the scenes. Some of you (mostly on IG) asked for this image in a larger fuller size, here ya go.

** Note: the blurred face is of RKelly **

#aaliyahrare #rareimage #rare #behindthescenes #backandforth #ageaintnothingbutanumber #AANBAN #babygirl

[recentlyheardcom]

R. Kelly's Daughter Claims Singer Sexually Abused Her as a Child

R. Kelly’s daughter Buku Abi, also known as Joann Kelly, has alleged the imprisoned singer sexually abused her as a child in a new documentary for the TVEI Streaming Network. “He was my everything. For a long time, I didn’t even want to believe that it happened. I didn’t know that even if he was a bad person that he would do something to me,” a tearful Buku Abi says in R. Kelly‘s Karma: A…

[aizenat]

I think the biggest factor in this is when Johnny Depp was huge: the mid to late 90s and 2000s. For boomers, I would imagine most wouldn’t know much about his movies other than pirates. And while a lot of younger gen xers would have been the target demographic for some of his works in the 90s, I don’t think older generations are that emotionally attached to Derp as they would other actors.

For example, my gen x mother doesn’t care one way or the other for Derp (and def wouldn’t go see a movie just for him); however, she was very much so questioning all the woman who came out against Bill Cosby, still watches the Cosby Show (almost defiantly as tho to say she stands by him), and even if she finally came around to believe (SOME of) the women, was one of those ppl who felt given his age he shouldn’t face any jail time.

The biggest difference being she grew up with Bill Cosby. He was a comedian in her childhood, and she would have been in hs when the Cosby show came out. My mother loved how he pushed education with black ppl, loved a different world (she would have been college aged when that came out), etc. He was more prevalent pop culture wise in her time than mine. Sure I watched the Cosby Show reruns growing up, but when I heard the allegations, it was nothing for me to dead him in my mind. But my mother had a much harder time (and still doesn’t) after growing up seeing him in a good light. And so turning her around is hard.

Meanwhile, as a millennial, Derp was inescapable at a point. ESPECIALLY if you were an alternative kid, he was in every movie the weird goth/emo/punk/burnouts would like. Pirates, the Corpse Bride, Sweeney Todd, etc. He was even in Willy Wonka, and most ppl didn’t hate him in that (just hated the overall plot and story changes). And when that Willy Wonka movie came out, gen z would have been kids. They would have been kids during Pirates, during the Alice in Wonderland movies (that my ass had no desire to see with it’s weird cgi ass), etc.

This is why older generations get so mad when they get cancelled by younger generations because their real fans don’t have a problem with them. It’s the younger generation looking at them like “uh dude wtf.” The people loudest against Dave Chappelle for example probably weren’t huge fans of his when they were young. They probably saw a few sketches from the chappelle show and that was it. Gen Z were the ones mostly pissed at his first comedy special on Netflix, while gen xers and millennials mostly (not all, but mostly) rolled their eyes at the “controversy.”

A situation like how libs turned on JKR is rare: it’s easier to convince ppl who already don’t like you/don’t care one way or the other/don’t know you to dislike you than someone who was a fan. Look at the different responses between Keke Palmer’s no name having baby daddy and Jonah Hill who both got outed essentially doing the same thing: trying to control women’s bodies as tho expressing yourself is somehow a slight against the man a woman is with. And yet while Keke’s bd got nothing but hate, there were a lot of sympathetic takes to Jonah as he had a legit career and most ppl like him generally.

People always have a hard time letting go of their idols, but I think that millennials and gen z’s tendency to really go balls deep with their favorite celebs/influencers (how easily and commonly they form parasocial relationships with them, fan culture/fandoms, etc) it means that millennials and gen z are primed to be so emotionally invested in these ppl, as well as build huge chunks of their identity to worshipping these ppl (kpop stans are a great example of this), that disavowing them is impossible for them. And especially with how mental health/therapy talk and social justice language is what they use to both stan and dislike people, they build up defenses that will only be deterred by a huge social movement that vilifies people who think like they do.

What’s going to happen is in 15-20 years, hell maybe even within the next ten years considering things get “renaissances” despite only being around about a decade (“Twilight wasn’t THAT problematic; it was just a bunch of hate on something girls liked” or something), someone will make a documentary or a revisit of the trial. And they’re going to review the court documents and see clearly how Derp was obviously the abuser, and whoever does this deep dive will criticize millennials and gen z for siding with Derp. And the younger generation will turn to their parents and ask what they thought and be aghast to learn their parents were team Derp. And it’ll only be when public opinion changes that they’ll disavow him.

As bleak as the numbers for younger people are, I have faith that public opinion will change. In the 90s, a lot of people believed OJ was innocent. Especially black ppl who believed this was society’s attempt to (yet again) vilify an “innocent” black man. But let’s be real: we know he did it. And if that same trial happened to day, his ass would be in prison. This trial is our generation’s OJ trial. And in due time, the tide will change and people will see him as the evil, drunken bastard he is. And anyone who defended Derp then will have nothing to say.

Johnny Depp’s Popularity Decreased During Trial—Despite Social Media Craze—Survey Suggests

This is from June 2022 . The fact millennials and gen z had the smallest change and we want to mock boomers for being brainwashed by Facebook. You're going to hell

This feels like a, how addicted to social media spectacle are you? with millennials not doing good and gen z fully suffering from some brain damage

[liquoricebxxxh]

No wait because I’m seeing that his version ain’t even on Spotify 🫢

Like, in a lot of ways R. Kelly usurped little homie own song…

[sunrisesfromthewest]

First Encounter Part 6

Warning:Marcus still on💯,Rated R language here and there🤬,Taking Birth Control💊(It’s for the plot don’t start blowing up my comment section,I got y’all 😭)in and out of readers pov,you’ll understand once you start reading📖

Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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Entering your bedroom your eyes peer around every surface, searching for your black furry baby." Midnight, baby where are you!" you said wondering where he could’ve gone, while you were......handling business in the shower. 

 After scavenging through your bed sheets and closet you place your hands on your hips, letting out a huff in frustration. 

 Crossing your arms, you look back at Armando, who is just now exiting the bathroom, towel still wrapped low on his hips, bringing out his v-line. Shaking your head you look away asking him what he did with your baby. "Promise me you want get mad, princess.” he said scratching the back of his head with a hesitant expression. 

Eyes twitching you reply, "The fuck you do with my baby." Before you could drill in on him, he walks over and grabs your hands attempting to calm you down. "He's okay, he started meowing loud, so I assumed he was hungry." Relaxing a bit, you remove your hands from his and make your way towards the kitchen anxiously. 

“For your sake, he better be fine!” you said, walking to his bowl, but stopping at the sight before you, mouth dropping open. "He's fine,Y/N all I did was give it a little foo-” pausing mid-sentence, Armando lets out a surprise laugh, at the sight before him. 

Your poor baby peaked up at you two, little face saturated, in what looked like milk or tuna. Watching as he returns back to eating his food, Armando says, "See princess, I told you he was okay.” 

Turning to give Armando a glare, you point down at your baby, "Does he look okay to you!" As if on cue, Midnight lays down beside his bowl, looking as high as a kite, little belly full to compacity. Bursting out in laughter, all Armando could do was smile at the scene before him. 

 "Since you think it’s so Goddamn funny, you clean it up!” you say smacking his arm, while making your way back to the room to get dressed. Hearing him laugh louder only caused you to smack your lips, in disbelief. 

With Armando in the kitchen cleaning up the mess he caused, you began to moisturize your body, knowing that you'll become ashy without it. Throwing on the clothes you set out, you make your way over to the restroom, to pick up, y'all discarded clothes. 

After putting the clothes in a dirty hamper, you looked around in the small shelf above it, in search of your birth control. "I need to make sure, I don’t bring, no baby into this messy situation." you mumble to yourself. Spotting the box, you examined it to make sure, the pills haven’t expired. 

 Shrugging when you see that it’s only, a few weeks passed the expiration date, you take one, mentally making a note to by a fresh box. Exiting the bathroom you see, Armando chilling on your bed, with your now clean baby, who looked like it was in a food coma. Chuckling to yourself, as you walked over to your dresser, you say, "Remind me to never leave you, in charge of my baby ever again.” 

As you pulled out clothes for Armando he laughs,” Yeah, I think that would be smart to do,”he said grabbing the shirt and sweats you set on the bed. Slipping on the clothes you gave him, he asked, "Hey, where did you put those pair of pants, I had on?" Raising your eyebrows, you point to the restroom saying, it in the dirty hamper. As Armando walks over to the bathroom, you head to the living room in search of your phone. 

After finding it, your eyes widen by all the messages popping up on the screen, some from Kelly and Dorn, but majority are from your father. Looking at the most recent text your dad sent, you gasped covering your mouth. 

Y/N, BABY PLEASE DON’T GIVE ME NO LOWREY GRANDBABIES, I DON’T THINK I CAN SURVIVE THREE OF THEM!!!!!   

Sent at 8:15 pm from Candy Killer 🍭🍴🍭

*Buzz*

GIRL, DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO NOT GET INVOLVE WITH HIM!    

Has it been that long since Rafe!?! 

Sent at 8:16pm from Sleeping Beauty 👸🏻👸🏻👸🏻

*Buzz*

Scratch what I said earlier this is the fastest I EVER seen you, give in for some dick.........I’m taking you to my therapist immediately!!!!!!!!!!!!   

Sent at 8:18pm from Prince Charming🫅🏼🫅🏼🫅🏼

Turning your phone off of silent mode,you watch as a text pop up from Mike, almost making you drop your phone. 

*Ding*

BRING YALL NASTY ASSSESS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!  

Sent at 8:20 pm from Money Mike 💸💸💸💸

Quickly making your way back to the room, you grabbed your duffel bag and picked up your baby while, yelling for Armando. 

Hearing the small commotion Armando walks back into your bedroom, picture from earlier placed in his pocket as he looked at your nervous expression. "What's going on? "He says lost by your sudden urgency to leave.  

Not saying anything you just passed Armando your phone, while making your way to the door, trailing behind you he stares at the phone with amusement as he reads some of the messages popping up. “This is what got you all frantic, Y/N and What’s up with these contact names?” he said smirking as he sees you turn around with a bewilder look.  

"The Caller Id names should be the least of your worries.You haven’t been around my father long enough to see him, freak out. One time he thought Mike was sleeping with my mom during a case, where they had to switch identities and he flipped the fuck out.... Climbing all on the house and shit......peeking through windows......and breaking the pool we had at the time.”

 Pausing at the door to catch your breath you give Armando a serious look, "I know you probably seen some crazy things, since you used to be in the Cartel but seeing the Marcus Burnett freak the fuck out is a whole level of craziness......especially when he finds out that you had sex with his daughter.”

Grabbing your keys, you make your way to the elevator lowkey scared of what’s to come, closing and locking your door Armando follows after you, eyebrows screwed in thought. 

“Hey, it takes two to tango, princess and plus like you said I’ve seen and done some crazy shit in my life so far. I think I can handle your dad throwing a tantrum about his precious little girl” he said sarcastically. 

“Okay, I tried to warn you." shrugging you enter the elevator pressing the floor level button. Following behind you Armando enters as well back leaning against the elevator wall, in thought. 

“He’s not gonna freak out that bad, is he?” he said becoming concern from your earlier response. 

Getting no reply from you, had his mind racing, with worry and anxiety.  

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After sending you another text of disappoint, Kelly throws a look to Dorn who seems to be doing the same things, but with a childish smirk. 

Right before she could walk over to scold him, for whatever dumb thing he sent you, she is grabbed by Marcus, who is still freaking out. 

Holding Kelly captive Marcus continue to sputter nonsense, which only left Kelly more discombobulated. Viewing the scene before him made Mike irritated and annoyed at his partner behavior.  

Fed up he walks over breaking the hold he had on Kelly, (which she greatly appreciates), pointing at Marcus, Mike says "Enough with the Bullshit!” 

“NO! Mike, you don’t understand...Y/N...my baby girl.... has actually gotten with a ‘Bad boy’ and the worst part is he’s your son. It’s Deja vu,all over again, first my little sister, now this......WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THAT LOWREY BLOOD! " Marcus says crying against Mike arm becoming hysterical. 

Rolling his already stressed filled eyes, all Mike does is pat his back, while saying with a smirk, "Most be some good shit since, you Burnetts can’t keep away from us.” 

Pulling away from Mikes embrace Marcus glares at him, "The fuck is that supposed to mean, “pausing Marcus throws his hands up in surrender, "You know what Mike don’t answer it.... I need to pray these evil spirits away.” 

“You know what Marcus,go do that, I'll be outside, creating a plan to get my wife back. Who should be my priority right now, not your whining ass!" tired of dealing with his tantrum Mike walks back outside, with Dorn and Kelly quickly leaving with him as well. 

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Pulling up beside the AMMO van, you sigh as you put the car in park, nerves starting to get the best of you. Eyes peering over to Armando, you see him staring through the window in thought, probably thinking about what’s to come. 

Reaching across the console you grab his hand giving it a soft squeeze, "Penny for your thoughts?" Hearing him release a chuckle, he looks up at you smiling slightly, "Don't play you already know, what I’m thinking about baby," pausing he looks at you with unease before saying, "Is your dad really gonna wig out over this?” 

Watching his face turn into unease almost made you laugh, but you kept it in, "In all honestly, yes......but he’s probably going to go off on me, more than you." Seeing him visibly relax at your words made, you laugh, as you turned the car off. 

Getting out the car you said, "Just in case though, I would probably hide behind me or your dad!" Leaving from the car as well Armando face screws up, in confusion, "But you just said he’ll attack you more than me!” 

Shaking your head you smile widely, "I did but if you haven’t noticed by now, he likes to go after the biggest opponent!” Pausing to pick up Midnight and your duffel bag, you look up to see that Armando has moved to your side of the car, hand grabbing the bag from you, swinging it over his right shoulder. 

“And in this moment, it's you.” you say making your way over to the others who are talking on the dock. Armando stood there thinking about what you just said, but snapping out of it when you start walking away. Following behind you Armandos face falls back to its usual nonchalant look, as you walk up to the group. 

Dorn is the first to see you guys approaching, but before he could say anything Mike cuts in "Glad to see y’all horny assess made it back!" eyes run over y’all bodies picking up, on the change of clothes, but once he looks at your neck, he shakes his head in disbelief.  

“I could care less if you guys fool around but y’all couldn’t wait until after we rescued my wife.......MATTER FACT.......HELL YOU JUST MET TODAY!!!!” All you could do was nod your head in shame, while listening to Mike rant, although you don’t regret what you did, you could’ve chosen a different time. 

As you open your mouth to apologize, Mike silence you with a look, "I don’t want to hear a half as apology Y/N, all I want from you right now is to go deal with your dramatic ass Daddy.......he been giving me a headache since y'all left.” 

Biting your lip so you wouldn’t laugh, you send Armando a small smile, as you make your way towards the house. Brown eyes following your retreating figure, he hears his father clearing his throat, causing him to looking back at the group.

He notices everyone staring him down with they’re arms crossed, even Lockwood traitorous ass, was looking at him sideways. 

Sensing his son getting annoyed by the different looks he was receiving , Mike pulls Armando aside to have a little ‘talk' with him.

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Walking into the house you see your father sitting on the couch, with his eyes closed. Confused you close the door silently behind you, while cautiously making your way towards him. Opening his eyes Marcus, stares you down as you sit there in silence, obviously waiting for him to say something. 

“Y/N.” your father says calmly while watching you hold Midnight against your chest.

Observing him as his gaze shift up to your heavily marked neck, you hesitantly whisper yes, waiting for your fathers response. "Did you at least use protection?” he says eyes still staring hard at your neck, biting your lip, you shake your head no, shifting slightly as you wait for his reaction anxiously. 

Nodding his head, he places his hands together eyes no longer gazing at your neck angrily, as he bounces his right leg against the floor. 

“I took a birth control pill tho,so you don’t have to worry about no LOWREY grandbabies." you said letting out a laugh, but clearing your throat instead when he gives you a blank look.”Y/N....you my youngest daughter and I love you......but do you truly believe......and I mean......TRULY believe.... that a damn pill stands a chance against LOWREY DNA!!!” 

Shocked by his words you say, "What?” 

Shaking his head in disappointment he says, "I don’t know who ass to beat....... yours or the future father of my unborn grandchild!”  

Tired of your father antics, you smack his arm to get his attention, "The ONLY grandbaby you getting from me, is right hear against my chest...stop worrying yourself to death. And last I checked Daddy I'm a grown woman,you can’t go around whooping my ass,when I do something, you disagree with.” 

Snapping his head up to you he stands up, pointing down at your stomach, "That baby just saved your life cuz who the hell you think you talking to like that,Y/N!” 

Rolling your eyes in frustration, you sat Midnight down as you stand up and yell, "For the last time I’m NOT PREGNANT WITH A LOWREY BABY and I’m talking to you!” 

Watching your father head look around the room, before pointing at himself he says, "That disrespect most come from your momma side of the family,cuz I’ll be DAMN,if I sit here and tolerate it. Fine your ass not pregnant, I'll take your word for it but the minute and I mean the second I start dreaming about some Damn FISH! I’m whooping somebodies ASS!” 

Laughing at your father foolishness, you say, "Okay, fine I fucked up tonight but can’t you discipline me another time, Christine needs are help right now, and Mike needs his partner, not a concerned father.” 

Giving your father a smile, you watch as he stares at you in thought, before rolling his eyes, "Yeah, we can drop it for now......besides I already forgiven you.” Pausing you analyze his body language, knowing that he usually doesn’t just forgive people so easily,especially when it comes to a situation like this. 

Widening your eyes, you make your way over to your purse that you left there, mouth dropping once you couldn’t find what you were looking for, eyes tearing up, you return your gaze to his not so regretful ones, 

"YOU ATE MY SKITTLES!” 

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Authors Note:Sorry it took so long to post part 6,I’ve been receiving a few message about the Spanish translations for Armando’s dialogue,in previous chapters.And Y’all Google did me Dirty,but the problem is fixed now😭😭😭,thank y’all for letting me know.I’ll stick to writing his parts in English for now on😂.

I ain’t gonna lie y’all this chapter is more like an appetizer instead of a meal.Stay tuned for part 7,tho💖💖💖

⬇️Also,this how our baby,was looking in that Kitchen😭and RIP SKITTLES you didn’t stand a chance😔😔😔

[empresskadia]

Fractured [Master Chief | John-117]

I seriously can't stop thinking about this man, ugh, he deserves the world. I didn't know what to write, so this happened. I have John's Gentle Touches chapter kinda planned out but it's gonna be a hot minute before it gets written and posted.

Post Halo: Escalation

It was one thing to be ordered to take R&R and another to get dragged away for it, or rather, as close to R&R as one could get on a massive ship. John was sure that Kelly was going to tease him as soon as he saw her next, but he couldn't tell you no. Not when he was glad to see you alive and unhurt.

That, maybe, he didn't fail you like he did Cortana.

It was after the third mission since he had reassigned Blue team that he noticed the UNSC Infinity had added to her crew, more specifically when you had marched right into the hanger, hands placed on your hip and Kelly let out a low whistle. "Someone's in trouble." She had teased that made Linda give a short snort as they passed by.

Though it was Fred who placed a hand on your shoulder. "He's all yours, [Y/n]." The Spartan patted your shoulder gently, the request in the movement evident. 'Take care of John.' and your small nod was answer enough.

Your brow raised as the green armor approached, he was glad, no, happy to see you again. This felt like the one thing that didn't seem to have gone wrong, but it had been four years since he had last seen you. Maybe everything between you two had changed.

"Hello, John." You said with that soft smile you always give him.

Or maybe it hadn't. 

The Master Chief simply nodded in acknowledgement; he wasn't sure what to say. Where to start? The loss of Cortana was still too fresh and if he was being honest with himself, a part of him hadn't tried to find you as soon as possible. Perhaps it was the fear that you would see him differently now.

He had failed.

His thoughts were circling when he felt two taps on his chest plate. "Come back to me John. I can hear your thoughts running from a mile away."

"I-I lost her," He admitted.

You were quiet for a moment staring into his visor like you could see him through the helmet, a sad smile tugged on your lips, "I know. I'm sorry." You really were. Cortana had been your friend, one who would tease John with you, one who would help you with your projects and have late night chats with you in the lab, one who always kept you up to date on John's missions regardless of if she was supposed to or not.

"She told me to tell you goodbye. And thank you-"

"And to take care of you?" You guessed, cutting him off before you tapped his chest armor again, the clink vibrating through the air. "Let's get you out of this. I wanna see you, John." And he couldn't tell you no, whether or not he wanted to take off the armor.

He complied.

He could do orders.

He could share this loss with you.

And while he laid in your arms, out of his armor, in the silent room that was broken by your humming, your fingers slowly dancing across his bare back, John almost felt like he was home, like he could survive this loss. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against your stomach as your nails continued their movements, gently caressing over the pattern of scars as if you were rememorizing the old ones and studying the newer imperfections. "I missed you," you whispered as your lips pressed against his shoulder, right onto a scar he received from the Didact like you knew where it had come from.  The confession was so quiet that you took in a steady breath as if you were grounding your feelings. "I thought you were gone." He could hear the small quiver in your voice.

John lifted his head a fraction, his eyes meeting yours in a silent understanding. He had missed you and feared the worst. As he looked into your eyes, he understood your fears, a mirror image of his own. The thought of losing you, of facing the galaxy without your presence, was a fear he couldn't bear to confront. John's arms tightened around your waist, not enough to hurt you but to remind him you weren't going to disappear, that you were indeed alive.

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent vow to never let you go again. The warmth of your embrace, the gentle rhythm of your breathing. With you, he felt whole, as if all the fractured pieces of his being had finally found their place.

[huenistar]

so kelly kim got 1st place on the survival show time turner even tho she can’t dance or sing for shit

atp im auditioning cause why r they accepting dozens brah😭😭

[violetmuses]

Armando Aretas + Receptionist!Reader (Part II)

Part I ❤️‍🩹

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2024

Ever since Armando left your house, he would enter the police station with unexpected feelings and quick smiles reached his own face more often than not.

Sooner than later, you found each other while joining the local coffee shop.

“What's up?” Armando offered his slightly accented English while making eye contact.

“It's my day off.” You responded while typing on your personal laptop.

“Cool, but did you get somebody else to cover the day?” Aretas noticed what happened and his routine threw off.

“Of course.” You nodded, still typing as this new manicure brightened your nails.

Just then, Armando's phone buzzed to signal Mike's arrival outside.

“Gotta go. See you tomorrow, maybe?” Aretas checked just in case.

“See you tomorrow.” Glancing over your shoulder, you smile as Mike's Porsche rolled near this curb and Armando joined the passenger seat.

******

“Early Bird!” Marcus cheered when you finally returned to work.

“Hi.” Despite rolling both eyes here, you laughed behind the entrance desk as usual.

“Got some candy in my pocket if your drink from the coffee shop didn't work.” Marcus bargained like a dealer himself.

“Wait. I thought you couldn't have junk food anymore?” You know that Marcus still fooled around regardless of surviving the heart attack.

“He can't.” Mike stepped forward and led Marcus away. “Let's go, man.”

Some things never change.

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For whatever reason, Armando probably snuck into the building earlier.

When this scheduled briefing ended, you found Aretas walking upfront with Mike and Marcus in tow.

“Ready for the cookout this weekend?” Mike spoke up this time around.

“Free food, are you kidding?” You offered this joke to make everyone laugh.

“Meet at the park, all right? See you later.” Mike stepped out with Marcus, but Armando paused near your desk.

“Yes?” Your typing resumed and Aretas glanced around before speaking.

“Would you go with me?” Armando nearly whispered.

“Thanks, but I'll see you there.” You moved the conversation back to your original idea.

Damn. Aretas thought.

****

The Miami Police Department lined up this cookout from public parks each year. Even members of that new AMMO squad joined.

Laughing near weapons expert Kelly, you've gathered around this picnic table. Even tech genius Dorn, K's boyfriend at the time, rambled.

Meanwhile, Armando sat by himself despite the known warmth of Florida sunlight.

“What are you doing?” Mike's wife Christine, an experienced physical therapist, joined this table.

“I'm here.” Armando then tried to smile for a moment. Despite everything, Christine never darkened around him.

“Go sit over there…” While gently correcting Armando, Christine pointed near one table as you mingled with Kelly and Dorn.

“What?” Aretas narrowed his brown eyes, puzzled.

“Give yourself a chance.” Christine explained more. “Not everything is an alert. Just look around - we're all right.”

“Kay.” Armando nodded and finished his meal, throwing out the trash.

“Marcus!” Raving with Kelly and Dorn, you called Burnett to the grass when music started playing out loud.

“Stop running, he's old!” Mike ended up laughing first.

“I ain't old!” Marcus joked right and partied with everyone as intended.

Quietly taking out his phone, even Armando filmed a video this afternoon.

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Once the playlist changed and Marcus left alongside family, Armando traded glances with Christine.

“Do it.” Christine realized that Aretas wanted to see you without interruptions.

Walking across the emerald lawn, Armando locked eye contact with you and Kelly smirked, leaving with Dorn.

“Yes?” No longer dressed for work, your shape nearly teased Armando.

“You haven't called me.” His slightly accented English returned.

“Phones work both ways.” You only gesture one hand.

“Fair enough.” Aretas guided you to stand under one of the shading trees. “Can we talk about something?”

“What's wrong?” You asked.

“I'm not good at this shit.” Armando struggled this time. To be honest though, I like you.”

Everything made sense.

Driving you home. No immediate phone calls. Checking from the police station. Drifting to that local coffee shop. This cookout invite. On and on.

Armando Aretas, the stone-cold killer, has been nervous and his feelings just revealed.

“Aw.” You smiled and his heart nearly jumped out of place. “Well, guess what?”

“What?” Armando questioned.

In that moment, your path stepped closer.

Aretas nodded with absolute consent when you smiled against his lips and kissed him for the very first time.

“I like you, too.” Your fingers smoothed Armando's dark beard when your lips turned away.

Walking hand in hand, you leave the park, joyful.

[jilyandbambi]

yeah, if 6 teenage girls and 1 teenage boy had emerged from the Canadian wilderness after 19 months with a 1 year old baby in tow, there would've been no escaping the media hellstorm. They would've been on 20/20 within 3 months. One group interview and a few candids of Shauna holding the baby would've been the price they'd all have had to pay in order to be left tf alone because while in 2023 society pretends to care about trauma, PTSD, and teens' mental health, this was the 90s--when Nicole Brown Simpson was blamed for her own murder, Lorena Bobbit was a late-night punchline, R. Kelly marrying 15 y/o Aalyiah was an open secret, grown men were calling into radio stations to speculate on 16 y/o Britney Spears' virginity, and Monica Lewinsky was doxxed and getting death threats for sucking off Bill Clinton.

What I'm saying is:

Seven teens (the girls + Travis) surviving against the odds for 19 months is the epilogue to a tragedy with enough unanswered questions to keep true crime nerds speculating & reporters digging.

But them being found with an infant? Had it come out that one of the girls was pregnant and gave birth during the ordeal? That's mainstream tabloid fodder. The kind that not even "papers of repute" would turn their noses up at. Barbara Walters, Lesley Stahl, and Mike Wallace would be beating each other and TMZ down to get the first interview, the first photo of the baby. NBC would've backed a U-Haul full of money onto the Shipman's, the Martinez', and the Sadecki's front yard (because speculation as to who the actual father really was would be kept going until it came directly from the source). Did she know she was pregnant when she got on the plane? Who else knew? What was it like giving birth? Did any of the other girls get pregnant? How many of the girls did Travis do it with? Weren't any of them afraid of the same thing happening to them? Did doing it help them cope?

And it wouldn't just be the media. Doctors, child development specialists, psychologists, sociologists, and academics would be calling non-stop to get Shauna and the baby to participate in clinical trials and studies.

The only way they'd have been left alone is if they'd done a televised interview and ended it by pleading to be allowed to go on with their lives in peace

[rubylioness]

GIRL, who changed R.Kelly pic on Wikipedia to his mugshot- 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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[pissbabysupreme]

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[agent-clark]

The classic example of the "dark hero" archetyp.

A former Navy SEAL, now CIA operative, and paramilitary specialist, ⎣ JOHN CLARK ⎤ is a skilled and ruthless operative who executes missions with precision and discretion. His deep moral convictions and loyalty to his comrades balance his otherwise hardened and pragmatic demeanor.

↳ background:

Born as John Terence Kelly, Clark’s transformation begins with tragedy. The murder of his first wife sets him on a path of vengeance against drug dealers. During this vigilante mission, Kelly adopts the alias “John Clark” and is recruited by the CIA, marking the start of his career in clandestine operations. Clark is the quintessential dark hero. His military background as a Navy SEAL honed his combat and survival skills, making him a lethal operative. While he operates outside traditional ethical boundaries, his actions are driven by a strong personal code and unwavering loyalty to his comrades.

↳ personality & skills:

As a leader John Clark is demanding and likes to be in control, but is never above constructive criticism. Due to the many losses in his life, from losing his mother as a young boy to losing his pregnant wife and subsequent girlfriend, he's become a little stoic, sometimes lacks emotional intelligence, and focuses on the as-is more than the could-be. His main focus are the people around him, however, and anyone's who worked with him only speaks highly of him. John is highly skilled in counter terrorism efforts, a specialist in covert operations and one of the CIA's best field operatives. He spends a lot of time on the go, which has allowed him to visit many countries and meet many people throughout his life.

↳ roleplay info & rules:

.ᐟ r: widower, single .ᐟ writes in English & German .ᐟ open to plotting .ᐟ located in the state of Virginia, travels regularly

i. Never interested in unnecessary drama outside of roleplay. ii. Godmodding is not welcome here iii. Any sort of hate speech is also not welcome here. iv. Taking time for a reply is fine, I expect the same respect from you; do not rush me. v. If you are unsure of how my character would react or have questions: never be afraid to ask. vi. Despite being a preset character from the Tom Clancy novels, I still take creative liberty in the story and play John as I wish. vii. If what I do bothers you, you never have to feel bad for moving on. My character and the heavy topics involved (death/murder, war, torture, etc) can be triggering, and I understand if it makes you uncomfortable. viii. Although this character is single, I am not focused on changing that. If you care about forming a deep, intimate relationship, I am the wrong person. Also: sensuality > sexuality.