#tell me how that doesn't scream husband coded to you

[joverflowers]

Okay so Mr. King of plot twists here was announcing the release of the full version of Super Tuna but when I tell you I'd marry the man who celebrates my birthday like Seokjin celebrates Jimin's birthday

Since I missed what happened so far, someone please tell me why our man is celebrating his man's birthday in advance??

[spectres-n-soap]

I Scream and Scream, Can You Hear Me? - Soap x Reader x Ghost

Content Warnings - Pregnancy Complications, Screaming, Angst central.

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You spill your heart out and the tears don't stop. "I don't want to do this." You admit first, "I can't do this." Mrs. MacTavish stares at you, her mouth going dry as you go on. "He's supposed to be here. Not you." You look at Simon who looks like he was just struck by lightning. "Johnny is meant to be here and he isn't and it's eating me alive." You sob and grab at your head before she's pulling your hands back down. 

"I didnae ken." She whispers and you shake your head as the tears roll down your face. Your stomach hurts and you can't even tell if it's from the baby or how much emotion is trying to drown you. 

"I love him and every time I see your husbands and daughters eyes it's him. He's fucking everywhere but here with me." You yell and they exchange looks.

"You should lay down love." Simon mutters and places a hand on your upper arm. You practically snarl at him as you push his hand away.

"Don't touch me! I didn't even want you here but you forced yourself into my life."

"I'm just-"

"I don't care! I don't care. I don't care." You repeat. "Johnny is dead and I know that, you know that, everyone here fucking knows that! Yet here you are, trying to take his place." 

"I'm not trying to take his place."

"Then why does it feel like it? Why did you sit in my office every fucking day waiting for me, to force me into letting you help? Because you wanted to take his place, that's why." You stand up quickly and yank yourself from Mrs. MacTavish's grip. "I didn't even want this fucking baby shower!" You rip down the decorations. "Take your presents back, I don't want them." You push a bag into Mr. MacTavish.

"If ye didnae want it then ye should have told us." Mr. MacTavish says and he doesn't even sound angry. Not even disappointed. Shocked and sad. You yank open the closet door and grab the box filled with mementos and his ashes.

"I can't take it." You storm into your bedroom and Simon tries to follow you with Johnny's parents right behind him but you slam the door and lock it. "Leave! I don't want to see any of you!"

"Love-" You slam your hand on the door and yell at him not to call you that. That you aren't his love. You're just some girl Johnny got pregnant before he died. Simon sighs and looks to the parents, Mrs. MacTavish hides her face in her husband's chest who holds her. Her body shakes with silent sobs. Simon's lips thin but he herds them out of the flat as he ignores the way his stomach keeps sinking. 

You're lying in bed, stomach cramping as you cry into your soaked pillow. You're holding his bag of ashes close to your chest when the tears run out and your throat hurts from wailing. Everything hurts if you're honest with yourself. Your eyes, stomach, feet, throat. Your back of course. You lay on your side and stare at the wall, light from passing cars shine through the window and onto the wall is the only change. You can't recall crying like this when you found he died. Just a bitter numbness that consumed you. You want the numbness back. It's better than rage and sorrow and guilt. 

It's better than being aware of this hole inside you.

Your phone was off, the battery had died hours ago and only now do you reach for the charger and plug it in. You hiss when your baby kicks at you. "Bugger off." You mutter as the screen lights up with the phone company's icon. It surprises you to only see a few texts from Johnny's family but Simon had made up for their lack of texts and calls. Your hand shakes as you enter your code and unlock your phone. Your thumb hovers over the messaging app before you quickly lock your phone again and toss it away.

You turn over onto your other side and shut your eyes

You cringed when you landed hard on the mat again. It did nothing to stop the throbbing in your head as you glared daggers into Gaz who grinned at you. Cheeky fucking bastard. He didn't need to say anything for the taunt to be loud and clear.

What's got your head in the clouds?

You glanced over at Soap who was currently using the weight rack with Ghost spotting him. His tank top was cut low and his sweat made it nearly see through. His grunts of effort made your head fuzzy. The confession you had whispered with kiss swollen lips also kept replaying in your head just as his cheeky smile lived in it. 

"I ken." 

"Come on." Gaz laughed and pulled you up. "If you're gonna keep ogling at Soap I don't wanna spar."

"I'm not ogling." You defended and Gaz rolled his eyes.

"Sure and I'm the queen of England." He laughed and you punched his arm.

"I'm not." You insisted and he shrugged.

"Then beat me like I know you can."

You sit up with a start, a scream tore through your throat as your nervous system fills with white hot pain. You grit your teeth as your stomach cramps over and over again, tears run down your cheeks as you curl in on yourself. You try to breathe through it but somehow it makes it worse. You reach for your phone, hands quivering but find nothing where it normally is. Then you remember tossing it away from the bed and you curse yourself. 

Fighting through the pain, constantly reminding yourself of when you got shot in the arm and shoulder that one time, you crawl towards the edge of the bed. You can see your phone on the floor and you reach for it, barely able to touch it as you drag it closer. You unlock it with your fingerprint as a sob escapes you. You look at the contacts and for a moment, you consider calling Simon. You stare at his contact for just a second longer then dial 999. You struggle to talk to the operator between gritting your teeth and sobbing through the pain but manage to feed her the information she needs to send an ambulance.

You hear your apartment door shatter and for some reason, you think of the repair bill that you'll need to pay later as the medics rush to you. You can't hear them past the ringing in your ears or the pain that keeps everything drowned out whenever the ringing subsides for a few moments. Black dots swim in your vision as the medics talk to each other and then the world snaps to black.

The first thing you smell is the sterile scent of a hospital room and then the lights burn through your eyelids, you groan but can't find the strength to shield your eyes. Then you can hear.

"What happened?" A gruff voice asks.

"The doctor thinks stress has put more risk with the pregnancy. Did something happen yesterday? Something upsetting Mr. Riley?"

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[sunny-mercya]

Guilty Eyes

01. Oppressive Anger

Guilty! Gojo Satoru x Male Reader

Fandom -> Jujutsu Kaisen

Masterlist || Next || Based Prototype

Sometimes, when the days are dragging and the nights too short for blissful sleep, sometimes Gojo wished for your anger.

Wished for you to scream at him, accusing him of all the things he had done—the lies he had told and the sins he committed—and throwing the most hurtful words and insults at him, you—with all your neutral and rational mind—could muster to say, then your tongue was coated with kindness and compassion—and saying such harsh hurtful regrettable words, to a friend you oh so adored, was as if your tongue had being chopped off.

He gladly, with great relief, takes your anger over your current state of mental being. Because if your angry at him, Gojo knows you're still here—being human.

Lazying around on the couch, Gojo stretched his arms up—pretending to reach the ceiling—looking at his hands, which are ragged with scars—tiny and pale skinned they are, barley noticeably—and at one particular scar his gaze lingered longer.

A scar which goes aslant from thumb to his pinky finger across the inside of his palm. It had been deep, healed ragged and bumpy and leaving a line of visible white.

Reminder to what he wished to receive from you again. Furious anger, like in the night he had—so causal as if it had been of unimportance—told you, that it was him who had killed Geto Suguru—your Husband—and would do it again if needed.

Oh, how Gojo reminiscent in such a memory;

~~~

When Gojo had asked you, via sms, to meet him in the Jujutsu Faculty—sounding urgently about whatever matter he wanted to tell you—you had hoped, perhaps foolish, that he and Geto had made up—being friends again.

Honestly you didn't wanted to come, would have preferred to have this talk tomorrow or in the afternoon instead in the dead of night.

You're exhausted, utterly tired. Eventful weeks it had been, you're daughters—you loved Nanako and Mimiko to death—had been pulling at your nerves all day long, with a whole field trip of shopping spree and then the repeating upcoming house chores, it left you feeling drained.

Plus the adding worry for Geto, who hadn't come home in two nights.

»Sato, I'm exhausted, so I hope whatever you wanna tell me, is something of importance and not some silliness.« you pinched out a sigh, rubbing your eyes.

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

Gojo had said it without batting a eyelash. No sugarcoating it, bluntly straightforward with nonchalantly.

»What?«

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

You frowned at him, breath hitching up in your chest. A silence emitted in between you two. Your brain, mind—however such a complex organ, was it even an organ though? You should ask leiri about it, is working—was fizzing with incomprehension lack of understanding.

Trying to defuse what Gojo had said. The meaning of doubleness behind it—decoding a code which probably doesn't exist.

That's, that's a nasty—cruel—joke to say, even for Gojo himself. Aren't they friends? Sure, not right now as both boys are having a small fallout, a break of each other, but still—they are friends.

Gojo takes a few steps towards you, standing almost before you. Towering over you, like a looming shadow. You half expected a grin from him, the taunting arrogant one, but Gojo lips are sealed shut into a line.

Gojo took your right-hand, holding it up and inspecting your ring-finger—the wedding ring weighing heavily now—promise of everlasting—a dim shimmer now in your eyes as if the flourishing light in the metal had burned out like a extinguished flame.

»I have killed Geto Suguru.« Gojo repeated it again, slower—dragging the words out, as if you're too slow to understand otherwise.

In a split second of silence, when it had begun to settle again—leaving everything too loud in your own ears, a thunderous blood rush to hear with a way too loud beating heart and breathing—a smack echoed through the room.

Gojo stumbled back in surprise, his sunglasses flying off from the impact of your hand and landing on the ground.

In astonishment, Gojo holds his cheek, which started to sting now and a slight throb to it. Never had he believed you would slap him.

He had expected a punch from you—you could hit hard and lightning quick, considering your curse ability, breaking someone's nose and bones with ease—but a slap? No way, that was out of character.

Blue eyes—so bright like the morning sky, a form of heaven and sea in its own—gazed, more like starred, into (Eye-Colour) eyes—which had a dust of slight gold in it, reminding one of the stars or actually, more of the jerking lightning's.

»Don't make such cruel jokes ever again, Satoru.«

»Here, I send you proof.« Gojo got his phone out, typing quickly on it and pocket it back. Watching how you take your own phone out and opening the attachment he had send to you.

It would have been like a dramatic episode of some Television, if the situation had been another—with a more humorous take—how your phone slides from your shaking hand and below onto the ground.

If the situation, its circumstances, had been different—Gojo would've chuckled, applauding himself and Geto proudly for tricking you so majestically perfectly—but it wasn't.

Your breath hitched again, clogging your lungs. It felt hard to breathe for mere moments. All oxygen leaving your body—causing a colour drain from your skin, leaving it ashen and sickly pale.

Then, like a wild animal—no, more like a madman full of hysterical bloodlust and surreal reality lost—you lunged at Gojo. Gripping his collar and tumbling to the ground with him.

You straddled his hips and Gojo—who had dreamed of such lustful scenario with you, having developed a longing of love—a crush per say—to you, let it remained hidden though—behind a friendship he valued more and knowing too well how strongly Geto's affection had been to you—would've snarky teased you

You slapped both sides of his cheeks, terror filled shrill screams of frustration and anger leaving your throat.

»HOW COULD YOU?! WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!«

»Satoru, Why did you kill Suguru? Tell me, Satoru.«

»I had to. It's for greater good, for a cause of the better. I had to, to keep you safe.«

Gojo looked up into your eyes—dulled they are now, having lost its sparks and colours.

Those blue eyes, which once you have adored, are too bright now—bringing a discomfort out in you—itching you to scratch them out. Such blueness, who resembles heaven and sea—a reflection of refuge and safety when looking in them, could get someone lost for hours in their beauty—should be not allowed to see the world anymore.

You got off from Gojo, legs shaky and wobbly, walking towards the door, ready to leave this damned school—which only causes harm—for final and good.

»We're not friends anymore. If you dare to get near my daughters or me, I will kill you Gojo.«

Two years later—like a deja-vu it felt, though it wasn't Gojo himself who had told you these news, but he was there and for once he was aware of it—Gojo stood in front of you again.

Gojo had hold to his, himself giving, promise—after witnessing your thundering breakdown, your weeping causing a havoc throughout the coast and seas, during Geto's funeral—not to bother you anymore directly. Indirectly he still keeps discreetly watch over you.

Though this situation, a new circumstance, was a complete different chapter as the one before for the both of you—and yet it felt just like last time, a repeat.

Blinding rages fills your body, like a hot steam of tea and makes the sweat run down your skin.

Your faces scrunched up into a frown—lips jutting out and shaking, nose flaring up whenever another exhale of breath you took—and for once Gojo thought, just how ugly you're looking at this moment.

It's you, you you you you you you, your fault. No.

How, how can he dare to be in your presence again? You warned him and yet he is here.

Why was Gojo next to you, when the doctors—not the doctors but the pathologist—had told you that your daughters—your precious girls—are nothing but a exploding bloody mess of deranged limps and spilled organs.

He had no fucking right to be here, next to you and gazing at your mourning and sorrow.

Once the doctor had left, leaving you two alone in the lonesome of hallway, Gojo turned to you—an apologetic expression, filled with a hint of mournful, on his lips.

You wanted to suckerpuch him, pummel him into the ground. You didn't though, opted to just walked away.

It's me, me me me me me me me me, my fault.

You just wandered through the hallways, no real destination in mind. Just a mindless little walk. Unnoticeable, seems as you have forgotten, you didn't sense Gojo behind you as he followed you.

Your feet leading you into an operation room. The sterile tools for cutting up a Humans body, glistening in the dimly lit room so magnificent—that you felt drawn to them.

Taking the scalpel into your hand, moving the handle in your fingers, you take a look at its clean metal and sharp edge—so sharp indeed that it could easily..........yes.

Mind completely blank, knowing no more what's right or wrong—moral compass finally broken—and having no dignity and responsibility and neither respect to your own life and body left—you did what you never thought you would have been able to do.

In a swift clean motion you sliced your left wrist, pain seemed not to flare up at all—just a slight tingle—and then, with a eagerness as if it's the only thing to do with such passion, you stabbed the scalpel again and again into your chest—piercing your lungs and heart—and abdomen, wanting to quill your organs out like porridge.

When Gojo had come minutes later into the room you had disappeared in, he sucked in a breath and stood in stunned in stupor for seconds there.

Red and white. Red and white. Red and White. Red. Blood Red.

The essence of life, besides air and to a degree water, itself dripped from your body, your veins—like a leaking pipe—onto the white tiles below. Creating a puddle to sit in.

Gojo rushed to you, slipping on your blood and the polished tiles, hitting hard the ground and feeling the warmth of your blood on his hands and face.

He crawled on hands hand knees to you, kneeling before you now and gripping the scalpel. Gojo didn't care in this moment that he had took the sharp side in his hand, slicing open his palm and letting his own blood mingle with yours.

»My fault, my fault fault fault fault fault. It's all my fault–«

With shaky breath you repeated those words, trying to stab yourself more and more, but couldn't—someone's stopping you.

Gojo ripped the scalpel from your grip, deepen his own fresh wound even more and brought you in his arms. One hand holding your spilled organs back and the other supporting your head against his neck.

~~~

leiri had to put you into a two months coma and when you woke up, not even fulled healed, not only did you attack everyone around you who remotely comes near you—but you also had tried another suicidal attempt and this you almost managed to succession.

Somehow you got your hands on one of the stored away curses in the research faculty of the Special Sorcerers Hospital and well, to make things short—it had caused more brain damage than suspected at first.

~~~

Gojo blinked, eyes filling dry now after looking too long against the harsh light on the ceiling. He turned his head to the side, spotting you in the doorframe—looking frowning and disappointed at him.

»Can't sleep?«

»I hate you Satoru. I absolutely hate you, I hope you suffer death and burn in hell.«

Gojo only hummed, nodding and watching how you turned around—starting to walk few steps away and back to the bedroom, before coming back again.

You walked closer to him this time, face void of emotions and blanking staring at Gojo.

»Who are you?«

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@islesantuary

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Resident Evil 4- Body Talk

How might they react when they find out you don't like something about yourself?

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is the sunshine, optimist, glass half full in your relationship. He's even like that when you tell him you're pregnant; even if he's gotta be the government work dog, he won't let that stop him from having a family. Your pregnancy goes bad; your baby comes out with all ten fingers and ten toes. The problem is it doesn't go to plan. You had been hoping for an at-home birth, but plans changed. Instead, your baby girl had decided that she didn't want to come out before her due date or even on her due date. She had opted to put you in a whole day's worth of labor, and that's when the doctors had called it. "We need to do a c-section." The plea of shock and unpreparedness was written all over your face, and your husband could see it.

"If that's what's best." He had said, and squeezed your hand. "it will be okay, baby." He had noted into your sweaty forehead. You don't remember much from your emergency c-section. You remember hearing your daughter scream and how beautiful she was when you saw her for the first time. Weeks later, you still think the same thing. It not until you're showering a month later does the reality of how fucked your body looks now hit you like a semi-truck into a brick wall.

You stand there in your panties and supportive bra. You aren't staring at yourself in the mirror. You're just staring at your no longer large belly. The c-section wound is still exposed to the air around, and you hold your hand over your belly. It aches and hurts. Leon comes in with your daughter in his arms. Lola, your whole world alerts you to their presence, and you try to grab your robe quickly. "What's wrong, baby?" Your husband acts like you; he reads people for a living, really, so you aren't surprised that you aren't able to just walk away from it. "Just lookin' at myself is all." You say as you tie the knot of your robe covering your body from him.

"You don't have to hide from me, ya know." Leon's words are soft and calming, but still, you can't imagine him looking at you the same ever again. That's because you don't see yourself the same way anymore. "Where do you keep going? Talk to me, love." Leon says as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Lola babbling in her sleep. You swallow hard as the tears you've been trying to keep at bay strike their revenge on you. "My body isn't normal anymore, my tummy won't ever be falt again, and I'll always have this damn scar, Leon." You ramble on, "I hate this feeling. You're doing all the work. I want to help, but I can't." Leon just listens and waits for you to finish. When you huff with frustration he knows you're done. "Baby, will you take a breath for a second." He says, and you do take a breath a deep inhale and exhale.

"Now, will you listen to me when I say what I'm about to say?" You nod, "You are beautiful to me, and I know that's not how you view yourself. I also know that you grew our baby girl here. You literally made a life." You interrupt him, "Hey, you helped too." You say giving your husband credit. Leon rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I did, but I don't want you to worry about trying to help right now. You need to heal, and like I said, you did all the work to get her here in the world. So please worry about healing and taking the time you need. I'm tellin' you right now, though, and I'll still keep lovin' your body no matter what." Leon admits to you. You bite your lower lip to hold the tears back. He gets up from the edge of the bed and walks over to you, kissing your lips. "Day by day, honey." You nod and kiss him back.

Albert Wesker

Albert had a strict dress code for working with him. White button-ups, paired with a black pencil skirt, expect you didn't fit the dress code. The dress code had been there for years before you arrived; you almost laughed in Alberts's face when he hired you as his secretary. Of course, it had grown into something else when he had asked you on a date and then another. Before you knew it, he asked you to move in with him. Still, you worked as his secretary. He liked how you filled out a pair of jeans, so he didn't mind spending your lunch break with him at a fancy restaurant or delivering meals.

The dress code only bothers you once you hear the other women working in the office commenting and talking about you. Their words are hurtful and strike something in your core. "She's such a charity case. That's the only reason he's with her. He feels bad for her." "I know, right? He could do so much better. Hell, she doesn't even follow the damn dress code." "It's because of her weight. You can see how fat she is in her face." You bee-line back to your desk outside of Albert's office. You shake your head as you sit in your chair. They might be right, though all your jeans are worn out between the thighs. Maybe you are just a charity case to Albert.

"Come on, darling, it's time to go home," Albert says as he exits his office. "Okay." You murmur quietly. You're quick to grab your things, and Albert waits for you patiently at the elevator doors. Waiting only causes more panic to settle in your body. "I think we should take the stairs." You say quickly. "why?" Albert asks, almost offended you'd suggest the stairs compared to the elevator. "I just thought it would be good for both of us since we've been cooped up in the office." You say but are distracted by the ding of the elevator doors opening. "Maybe next time, darling." When you arrive home, Albert tells you that he's making dinner. But you aren't listening, opting for listening to the words playing ring around the rosey in your head.

"Darling, dinners done," Albert yells across the large apartment. He has to come find you. You're sitting in your closet. Jeans and clothes surrounding you. "Did you not hear me?" "Huh." "Come to eat dinner with me." He says once more before reaching his hand for you to grab. You don't take it and push yourself up from the ground. Your whole demeanor sets all the alarms off for Albert, but he's trying not to guess the worst thing first. He follows you tot he dinning room, and when you play with your food instead of eating it sets off my alarms.

"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He asks, worried. "I'm alright, just not hungry tonight, is all." You tell him, "Okay." Albert says, even if he doesn't believe you. The next day, when he calls you into his office and offers you lunch, you deny him again, and before he can't a word in edgewise, you're back out at your desk. This morning had also been different. You had worn something less you to work. You had stiffed through all your clothes in search of a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. It's when he ventures out and hears his employyees talking amoungest themselves and hears your name that it clicks.

"Did you see she tried today, at least?" "yeah, but it's not like she looks good." "Mr. Wesker probably wasn't gonna take it much longer, and she is trying to get back in his good graces." "Well, let's be honest, nothing will fit her lookin' as fat as she does." Albert is seething, itching to catch them in the middle of gossiping, but he's far more concerned about where you are. That's when you come popping out of the stairwell. "My office now!" he demands the second he sees you. You scramble to get together and to his office before his door slams. "what's wrong, Albert?" Worry is etched in your voice. "what's wrong? What's wrong? You haven't been eating for the past two days, and what are you wearing?" About way too many questions are hurdled in your direction. "What do you mean? I told you I haven't been hungry, and I'm wearing what's in the dress code for the company." I say.

"That's such bullshit. What happened to your comfy jeans and t-shirts?" You shrugged, not really knowing what to say to him. "I guess I… wanted to change it up." You offer, but Albert shakes his head. "No, I know you; I know that wearing those fucking pencil skirts gives you horrible chub rub between your thighs and that you feel ten times better in your own jeans. So you are going to tell me the truth about why you're suddenly not eating and changing everything about yourself." Albert demands you. You fumble with your hands, "I overheard some girls talking about you and me and how you might think I'm a charity case, along with my weight being an issue. I thought maybe I could get better. Change a few things so you wouldn't wanna leave me."

Your words are raw, and so is the look of utter anger steaming under the sadness of you thinking you are enough for him. "Listen to me and listen real good. I like… no, I love the way your body is, and I like the fact that you don't wear all the preppy shit the others wear. I want your ass in a good pair of jeans and an old college t-shirt. I love you when you're comfortable, and about the leaving part, that's never happening. Because unlike those dimwits out there with their personality shoved up their asses. You've got everything I need."

You smile wide as you walk across his office and hug him. He hugs you back, "I know you wanna go fire thoses people, but you can't." You say into his ear, "No, but I can fuck right here and let you be as loud as you want so everyone you belong to me." Albert offers, you blush hard, "You can fire one of them!" "Nah, they're not worth it anyways."

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 02/04/24

[crowlixcx]

Hi me again whoops i got some more and we've officially reached the sad ones now

Hold Back the River by James Bay tell me this doesn't scream the final fifteen😭

This Year's Love by David Gray, there's something about this song you know what i mean??

Ok enough of the sad songs now onto the cursed ones

Freak by Sub Urban solely because im obsessed with Rei Ami's snake look in the music video lmao

Drug by The Simple Creatures, just yeah vaguely cursed ineffable husbands vibes lol

Crawling by Linkin Park cause Crowley is a snake that crawls ?😂

Idk how i didn't see it sooner but Let Down by Dead by Sunrise is such a Crowley coded song?? Like every lyric is just him in the final fifteen right??? 'I don't wanna be let down / I don't wanna live that life again' --> Crowley not wanting to go back to heaven. And the other lyrics as well!! It suits so well (maybe not really relevant for your brainrot series but shh)

Our way Out by Nico Collins gives me Crowley trying to convince Aziraphale to run away to Alpha Centauri vibes lol (and the 'As long as you're beside me / I know that it'll be okay / We'll be okay' just adds an extra layer of pain🥲)

Another one by Nico Collins: On Accident, specifically the line 'Cause when we're with each other, yeah, we move too fast' aka you go too fast for me, Crowley 🥲

And now for the most cursed one (i think): Nothing Even Matters by Big Time Rush, yes you heard that right 😂

 Wow bestie you really said ‘brainrot? Hold my beer’ jshdgfjkngf okay i'll pick some out i'm only one woman

This Year's Love by David Gray - this gives me post S1 vibes like first year of freedom and hope but as we saw they just slipped into their old habits, brainrot lives in this song's walls

Crawling by Linkin Park - i think listening to this just gave me hives, a complete throw back to listen to Kerrang radio at age 11 thinking i was hardcore. Pure brainrot.

I very much see the Nico Collins visions but still brainrot vibes, it's deliciously tenuous and certainly forced and i'm here for it.

Nothing Even Matters by Big Time Rush is so up my street we're practically neighbours, more like Big Time Slay you bet its on the list

[oyasuminto]

Ok, but Argus children after they’re adults (and after some good therapy sessions) looking at their parents clearly abusive marriage, maybe one of them even confronting him about and saying how fucked his relationship with their mother is? Because I don’t think he would take it very nicely!

>:3c perfect time for me to use those fankids I made

Their parents' relationship has always been a matter of contention among the Sullivan siblings.

As the oldest child and, until the twins were born, the only son, Atticus knows all two well what an awful fucking bastard his father is. He's watched Argus beat his mother black and blue, leaving her to sob and scream threats of suicide and murder and murder-suicide from her place on the floor. He can remember all the times his father struck him for stepping out of line, the gasping and sputtering after Argus punched him right in the back, winding him.

He can remember the fear of being choked by his own father, clawing at his hands, and almost passing out before his mother broke a lamp over Argus' back. The ensuing beating was the most violent he'd witnessed up to that point; a broken nose, dried blood matting her dirty blonde hair, and her glasses shattered against her face.

Molly and Carrie, the two oldest daughters, are no less familiar with just how toxic their parents' relationship is. They thought it was normal at first, of course pa has to hit ma, that's just how marriages are.

Molly was the first to realize that wasn't the case. She still cringes remembering the stares she got when she expressed shock that her best friend's mom didn't even get slapped for talking back to her husband. She considers herself lucky for rarely drawing her father's ire. She deflates when she realizes it's only because she was desperate for his approval. No boyfriends, no clothes that wouldn't be approved by a hyper-conservative Catholic school, nightly phone checks, he had to meet all her friends and their parents before she could even text them.

Carrie wasn't so lucky. She swore he was going to have a heart attack the first time she came home with black and purple hair, dark and dramatic make-up, and clothes that would immediately get her dress coded. She still grins whenever she sees that little scar on her dad's cheek. Fucker didn't think her dumb fake nails could do anything. She had to prove him wrong.

Rebecca doesn't know what her siblings are talking about! Sure it's not fun hearing ma and pa fight, but all couples fight, don't they? Besides, pa has always been so sweet! He spent so many hours making portable wooden ramps for Rebecca after she got her wheelchair, and he carries her around whenever there's stairs! He may be overbearing, and maybe it's a little annoying that she's babied more than her sibling... but pa loves her! He tells her that all the time! Ma does, too, she was always telling Rebecca that pa needed to let her grow up, but he just wanted her to be safe, didn't he?

Will and Wendy have always been the babies of the family, even when they no longer were. They'd defend their pa to their dying breaths! He's a great dad, and they don't understand why the oldest three hate him so much! Will only grew more defensive when pa slinked into the house with a black eye and a split lip after one of his and Atticus' regular screaming matches.

Wendy, meanwhile, never thought much of Atticus and Argus' rivalry. She always assumed they were roughhousing, like when she and Will were kids who'd bite and pull each other's hair. Of course as she grew older and began to understand what "fucking abusive piece of shit" and "your ma wanted to abort you" meant, she realized that wasn't the case...

Argus had forbidden any of his kids from seeing a therapist, or even a school guidance counselor. "My fuckin' kids are fine!" He'd say, even as his youngest got sent home after biting three people in one day. "Ain't nothin' wrong with 'em," he'd insist, while his eldest compulsively cheated or dumped his girlfriends as soon as they wanted to get serious.

Sure. The Sullivan kids were totally normal, well-adjusted, all-American youths. What a fucking joke.

Carrie never listened to her father's anti-therapy, anti-psychiatry ramblings about people trying to fuck with his brain and how "none of that shit's even real! They just want y' money!"

Her therapist had their work cut out for them.

Especially when Molly and Atticus began awkwardly hanging around the waiting area, Molly compulsively chewing on her little paper cup and Atticus angrily tapping his foot.

Three siblings, one therapist, and the worst family dynamic most people have ever seen.

The next morning is tense, suffocating, like hands grabbing and squeezing and choking the life out of those present.

How familiar.

"I heard the Edwards' are probably getting divorced." Atticus can feel a set of eyes boring right into his soul. "Yeah, I heard Mrs Edwards was caught in bed with a dashing young blond man."

Argus' utensils loudly clatter against his plate, causing his wife to flinch. "You disgustin' motherfucker."

"Guilty as charged."

"Where the fuck did I go wrong, I thought I taught y'all that cheatin' and shit ain't fuckin' right."

"Please, can we not fight? I don't wanna do this..."

"Shut the fuck up, Cher."

Atticus slams his hands on the table. "At least I don't beat my wife and kids. At least I'll never trap some poor bastard in a shitty loveless marriage. At least I can admit I'm a piece of shit."

The enraged glare Atticus receives is almost enough to make him cower, almost. He's not a scared little kid any more. He's a grown-ass man, one who's only hanging around for the sake of his mother and siblings.

"Outside. Now."

[lavender-long-stories]

Part 1 - What He Left Behind

Spoilers for What He Left Behind

Let's start with the opening sentence, because I swear to god, when I read it I laughed so loud. I knew something dramatic was on the way. When Sasuke is absolutely livid about Naruto's behaviour? Chief's kiss. The "like some whore you took in for the sex"? Phenomenal.

Fun fact this story was originally called 'Asshole' in my files because of the opening line.

Coming back at the beginning of the story after reading the ending makes me so fucking angry. [...] [Naruto's] reasoning is nonexistent.

I was actually under the impression people would feel bad for him, but I think I underestimated how much pure rage I instilled in everyone about him.

You said you didn't want bashing in the comments 

I had to add this because it was the only comment I was getting. >.> I get that Naruto was pissing everyone off, that was kind of the point but there was cute shit going on focus on that.

"[Sasuke] wasn’t sure he wanted to see it when it split. But he would. He had made this decision." This is not the bare minimum at all [...][Sasuke] is already being a better husband and father

I love how sometimes I just need to make Sasuke supportive and he's considered the top-tier man.

The "cogito, ergo sum" in Naruto's perspective is literaly "no thoughts, head empty" bc?

Can he blame the tumor?

there is a void Naruto-shaped between them that will be filled with respect and love, this is nice

I love this description of their relationship hahaha

"How did he still eat only take-out and quick-cooked rice?" She isn't judging him but she is judging him so hard

Wheels coded.

I love that one of the good things Sasuke thinks about Hinata is that she is sane, his bar clearly isn't very high, but who knows, right?

When you're used to extremes, basics will impress you XD

It makes me sad that Hinata is grateful for being treated with respect by Sasuke, because they don't even know each other really well, he is just being a well-mannered human being and respecting her space. This is the bare minimum.

People often don't give you the bare minium, so when you get it, it feels like the world.

Yeah... the signs of abuse. This shit broke me. Not gonna lie and tell you I didn't laugh when Sasuke went for a hug, but boooy if this shit wasn't heavy.

I want to make a point that not all abuse is physical, and sometimes it's not even intentional. (That doesn't dissolve fault. If you did something to someone, it is your fault whether or not you mean ti.)

“Once you start making excuses, it turns from bad behavior to abuse.” Yes.

I like that Sasuke said this because it's hard to think that your friends could be capable of being not great people, just because they are fine people to you.

Hinata's tantrum in the car is the best piece of literature ever, I laughed so hard because girlie has been through some deep shit, she deserves to go apeshit sometimes, okay? She even cursed!

I have a head cannon that Hinata just needs to scream out of her little quiet body every once in a while so there isn't a Hyuga massacre.

I wish my dad loved me like that LOL

Babes, are you okay?

"It’s just like a roommate, and the roommate gets a dog." I compared my friend's kid to a dog once and she said it was actually worse than having a dog, the father wasn't very happy with us but he didn't disagree lol. Point is, at least he wants the kid.

Sasuke is a different level of unbothered in this story.

I think this story awakened a monster in me, the monster that loves the trope of roommates acting like they're married until they fall in love.

🤝 I need to make like 30 of those because I love not quite a couple but completely living as a unit moments.

I totally forgot about the bath situation.

I like writing mildly dramatic situations handled very humanely. People fall in the shower all the time. I love having people have to actually deal with situations. I think it shows more of their character than anything.

“Why aren’t you at work?” “I don’t want to come back and find a pregnant woman bleeding out on the floor.” This is my kind of humor. I fucking love him.

Sasuke's dry humor in this gets to me.

Oh yeah, the cringe baby clothes. Why does this shit even exist? Why do people even buy that kind of thing?

Not me having opinions and making characters talk about how much I hate cringe baby clothes. >.>

What He Left Behind

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

Tags: Pregnancy  |  Romance  |  Domestic Fluff  |  Happy Ending  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

the party doesn't start until i walk in LCBAB reaction let gooooooo

He put on a nice sweater, one without holes in it, and fluffed his hair a bit. He wanted to look nice but also not make it apparent that he had made some effort.

oh alec you virgo (is there gonna be any reaction to your fic where i stop mentioning alec virgo ass? maybe not)

It should be normal to think constantly about your friends 24x7 without it having any romantic intent.

the word alec is looking for is obsession. it always romantic feeling with friend and never a job

Alec wanted to meet the person who introduced the word beautiful. He wanted to ask that person what or who made them use this word and then tell them that beautiful was nothing compared to what Magnus looked like.

dont raise the dead just so you can be a simp its against the death code, dead ppl HR gonna have your head

Magnus jolted awake at that and started screaming. He took out the knife from under his pillow and launched it at Alec.

“Don’t come near me or I will kill you.” Magnus shouted.

when magnus keep a knife under his pillow its revealing detail on him and his background. when i keep a knife under my pillow im a danger to society????

“2nd May.”

no way in hell magnus is a Taurus at least pick a Scorpio date

And Alec was just—Alec.

and water makes things wet. we all know this

“I’m sorry.” Magnus said earnestly and it was all it took for Alec to forgive it.

alec needs to STAND UP i know he can. no virgo should forgive forget that easy stand UP

“Are you really using your childhood trauma to get out of being punched for saying stupid shit?“

Jace pretended to wipe fake tears from his face. “Is it working?”

the fact that you are making me relate to jace...evil?!?!?!?

Because how the hell was he supposed to survive without talking to Magnus for an entire week.

stream midnights by taylor swift it such a good album i know right

“Why does it matter to you? What the fuck does it matter when it is?” Magnus asked angrily.

me when im writing every essay. alec should have replied with "nothing" purely for the aesthetic

i was gonna make a joke about birthday as birthslay but my brain not functioning

Magnus held his face gently and Alec leaned into the touch. “I love you, Alexander. I’ve been in love with you since the day you had that law test and you forced me to quiz you for 48 hours and I hated absolutely every minute of it but I still did it. I love you more and more every day and I don’t know how to stop. And even if I knew, I wouldn’t want to stop.” Magnus breathed.

again stand UP

Alec was 32, and if he was being honest, he didn’t know why people had to work too.

actually nobody knows this it is another Bermuda triangle

“He is in a meeting with Abigail, right now. But he should be free any time now. I’ll just check in.”

um the amnesia au tease? are we okay?

Alec was fine with other people having a thing for Magnus. As long as they don’t act on that desire.

oooh amnesia au gonna wreck alec, serve him right for being a simp we cant be all too lovey-dovey around here

“I tried for ten years and these three convinced you in one night?” Alec said petulantly, bringing a chuckle out of Magnus.

maybe if u stop thinking with emotion and start thinking in strategic mode

this fic is just angst + trauma + alec being mega whipped to the point he can start a whipping cream brand + ari being the cutest + tease for hiadt when alec got dumped and his ex-husband moved on with his ex gf. again LAYERS

“Don’t raise the dead just because you want to be a simp” sent me. Your reactions like always are superior anh>>> I cracked so hard at the entire thing

Simp Alec would never stand up for himself and if you think it’s bad in LRHWY, wait till you read about HIADT Alec getting walked all over himself lmao. Also yes!!! Loved throwing that lil bit of amnesia au tease lmao.

I have honeslty no idea how this fic ended up being as angsty as everyone is saying it was lol. That’s what I’m saying—I can never tell which chapters or fics are going to be angsty and which ones are not. I’m in this with you homies jsjssjsk

P.S. Ari really do be the cutest I am love only one girl

[starlitink]

Live-"tweeting" my reaction to watching My Fair Lady (1964) for the first time

Jesus this girl goes into hysterics over EVERYTHING

Is that writing A) gibberish because it's just gibberish, B) a special coded language he made up, C) gibberish because it's supposed to be from Eliza's POV and she can't read or something, or D) just how linguists write? (I'm not a linguist so idk)

Look I don't blame her for thinking he's a cop and they have no right to judge her for that

My god I fucking hate Higgins

Sir don't flatter yourself with fancy words you are a linguist plain and simple

Look if a guy insulted me every two seconds and called me a pigeon I'd scream at him too

Sir you are the only one who cares about how this lady sounds "the idea of accents dictating class should be gone by now" sir you're the one judging her by her accent stfu stfu stfu

And even if it is an "antiquated notion" people will always have different accents and THAT'S OKAY THAT'S PART OF LIFE

Okay but Wouldn't It Be Loverly is actually a pretty good song (when put in comparison to the only other song I've seen so far which is Classism Based On Accents: The Song)

Okay Mr. Doolittle needs to shut up

Like sir your wife doesn't like you because you're a drunk bastard who shit talks her to your daughter and tries to waste said daughter's wages on booze not because you're "not a lawful husband"

Jesus do ALL the men in this movie suck????

Apparently yes

Is this going to be the entire plot of the movie? Just Eliza getting insulted and mistreated by men?

*checks Wikipedia* also apparently yes

Did- did he just call her BAGGAGE?

And THIS is my mom's favorite musical???? WHY????? THE MEN IN THIS ARE SHIT

MA'AM I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FEMINIST HOW ARE YOU ANY KIND OF OKAY WITH THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR

(I'm aware it's a period piece and this is how men acted back then (and still act today) but that doesn't make it okay and I will continue to judge

Eliza has a point with the "I'm not paying you a ton of money to teach me how to speak my own damn language"

Oh thank god ONE somewhat semi-decent man (he's paying for the lessons (even if it's part of a wager)) (it's Pickering)

I absolutely hate everything about Higgins and I hope he dies in a car explosion with hammers /ref

Thank god at least Mrs. Pearce has common sense with the "what the hell is she supposed to do with her life during and after you fuck everything up for her"

Relatable - I also can be bribed with chocolate (although I don't blame her for thinking they might be drugged since as we've established Henry Higgins is absolute trash and I wouldn't put it past the fucker)

So this man is telling her to either do whatever he tells her or be physically abused and if she doesn't pass as a rich lady at Buckingham Palace she'll be THROWN IN JAIL

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM??????

THIS IS THE LOVE INTEREST??????

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?????

THIS IS THE MOST MISOGYNISTIC ABUSIVE PIECE OF SHIT I'VE EVER MET IN MY LIFE

AND SOMEHOW SHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH HIM???????

I feel sorry for this poor girl

My mom got mad and turned it off because of the amount of times I said "Jesus Christ this man is a piece of garbage" (about several men)

Look if you don't want me to talk about how much the men suck and mistreat the main character DON'T SHOW ME A MOVIE THAT CONSISTS ENTIRELY OF THE MEN BEING SHIT TO THE MAIN CHARACTER AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY WITH IT

I already get enough of this shit at school and I don't want to have to see it at home too

Live-"tweeting" over

[the-firebird69]

You're being mean to my husband so I want to know why

Camilla

We found out why it's not the Lansing it came by it's not the land thing. They came by and they wanted to use Joe for an experiment no was making rude noises and yelling and he's screaming and people were afraid so they called the police. And the questioned him and he said he's yelling on the phone which I do remember who and they said no and they look and they saw Ken's number go about to dial it and someone said you can't do that and they're using for us so they're like who's he yelling at they said we don't know he's in his room and sound like pounding on something and he was doing that when my husband there for quite a while and the cops left and they couldn't figure it out no they understand what he's saying he's threatening people for some reason, and they didn't know what it was so let's try going through stuff find out the guys across the hall were doing it and they called on him to threaten him well he got wind of it and he said I'm going to threaten you with you calling and turned into a fiasco. But for real though the two down the hauler in trouble cuz they're making him mad and tormenting him and it's really torture they heard that and they got interested and they went in and they talked to the two no said just making fun of me because I'm a bald man and it was bja and the other guy said is harassing me because I say things that are out of turn so they started bothering him. And what they're doing is mentally harassing him. The bald stuff is about Australia yeah it turned stuff is about New Zealand the cop says the big house. They said to Joe this is where you getting this because this is right kidnapping he has his own take on it inside these stupid motifs you want to get rid of later. You said a few things then he stopped and he said we're about to get stomped on by the empire you thought that's what it meant here in Jacqueline he heard chuckling so someone wants to go home they can't it's blocked blocked glad I am Baldman and bum. Then he said he wants to travel the world but can't because of the same and those that wanted to go home into a tomb. Stockton says who am I they say you and you have businesses they said yeah that was successful until I came here no those 1996 no it was before that. So some idiot calls from FPL and is sitting there they don't know anything about the cable they don't know how to fix it and now it's me Hera so I'm pissed off he's just going to sit here and Stonewall on cable he called twice and they're not coming down there we had an appointment in the guy blew it off tell you what we're going to go get these little assholes

Now is Hera we're going to have a meeting that was her that's terrible these people are such huge assholes

So Joe went through all this stuff inside where does it end is that it doesn't the Olympics ends with you and said in code and you're running people around because you're all set with your a****** plan so he left he left the cops at the door and close the door and he said no get out in his language and they're leaving and they're going in the car and they're saying this he's telling us to get out that's what I'm saying too and stay in your ships we have a present for you and he's saying this I don't need this ridicule I don't need this headache and so you need it real bad you need to shut the f****** and get out of my face you little tiny tit have ruined you around and I take it over using you you're just a little baby all these people are slaughtering their people and having a great time in it too. He turns around and starts yelling as a cop and the cops are right there and they pulled them over and they said what's the freaking deal here Billy z and he said we can see you screaming and yelling you're not representing the police very well and he says I don't have an opportunity to do anything here I'm just screwing around with people and I should leave and saying all that stuff just wanted to you and your buddy get out of the car they had the guns out and said get up against the car you no longer a cop you're fired and they're removing them I had enough for you going out here everyday that this wet little puppy dog you f****** your own plan you're f****** up hours I don't want you in my face either. They read them all rights and took them away and drove the other car off and that's what happened actually happened because they're coming down on them and these tourists need to talk too

Thor Freya

What a heavenly morning it was needed and fully necessary and Bill heard about it and he praised us and I told him we were there watching and you called anyways cuz he's messing around and Billy z was mad he said these people are smart and they're doing the end he said so am I and we're doing you in what's the point of you blabbing like a two year old child since I can't help it I'm not we can pray it and I'm under pressure and start doing that I said so your disabilities are boom live with it you've done it to us for a long time. So you got real mad pissy started yelling so he can't do this to me and I said you're a f****** loser saying that s***he finally put credit where soon start screaming about us he's going to hit us and all this other s*** he was silent for a while and said was he really thinking of me and I said you're a f**** and a homo and he's not and doesn't want near you and he's a giant and he's going to rip your throat out that's what they do they said we don't have time for it you're turning a lot of people against people you got to get the f*** out of here he started whining and whining and finally he said I don't know what to do about all this I'm losing my shirt people getting aggressive and so am I and we said you've been this aggressive a****** for a long time thinking nobody would ever get to you you should shut up and take your medicine instead you're like a baby like these idiots it's more leaks than I've ever seen it's like that both it has no bottom he's yelling and seeing dumb s*** I said you're ridiculous do you think I'm your mommy or something we told him to calm down we're going to shoot him up with medicine finally you said this I can't control myself I said you better control yourself we're cops we're not lawyers and we're not your attorney and we're not counselors turns away and it says you can charge me with all sorts of crimes and we said yeah so then I'll charge you so it was on we started building that mother f***** and people have to build this m*********** and you two and there get the hell out of there all of you out of this house I don't know what the hell you're doing there that's an idiot s*** he said everybody needs to work to shut that place down and to change hands no we need people to live like normal human beings this is gross so that's what these warlock are all about including that guy your kids are not because they're partially affected now I know what you're saying they don't want to live well they want to hide or think they're hiding is what it really is and so sick of this dumb s*** you people are bums and he's been right the whole time I can't stand it either we're going to get him cable he is he's sitting here is it sitting there broken now FPL is having a fight and they're going to get rid of the s*** ends they think it's the other way around cuz they're stupid and we're going to take them down it's good timing too we need it we need them out and we need these ships out of here we need to find a way means we're working on it now these people are going to be out of here in a few days the South falls and the West will fall these assholes will be gone

And I mean that they're more lock will leave and all of them except for my kids lol and Stan's kids inviting skids we're not down syndrome

Mac Daddy

There isn't a nutshell what's actually happening and I tell you what these clones are complete assholes as are these warlock they're terrible but we have to do some business with him get things going to get fix things and we're going to start doing it they're treacherous too I'll tell you they try and hurt our son all the time

It's a lot of stress

Thor Freya

Olympus

[kinardgo]

okay ive actually thought about this a lot because i am Obsessed™ so i hope you don't mind me jumping on your post to talk about my favourite personal interpretation of the Kinard Kids

- Tommy has one sister, she's older by about seven years, and her name is Isabelle

- She shares a lot of physical traits with Tommy; she's on the tall side, with that strong jawline and nose too. Same dark hair too, but Izzy properly nurtures her curls.

- Growing up, they weren't close. They lived in a household that was highly gendered. Tommy was expected to play sports and hang out with his dad. Izzy was taught taught how to cook all their mum's recipes, told to do chores around the house, etc. They didn't really share space a lot. Tommy thinks that might have made him sad when he was a kid but he didn't know how to bridge that gap, and Izzy regrets not looking out for her kid brother more at the time.

- A lot of the time, the grief that Tommy got from dad was ignored by his mum, and Izzy only stepped in once before their dad turned that attitude on her, and she never did it again. Whether it be from desensitisation or self preservation, Izzy distanced herself from Tommy after that.

- By the time Tommy enlisted, Izzy has already moved out, and they'd barely spoken in months despite her only being twenty minutes across town. He never wrote home.

- When he was discharged, Tommy came back to his home town, feeling raw and defeated. The way they'd left things, he didn't even realise that that no one spoke about Izzy for the entire three months he stayed there, until he packed his bags and moved to LA.

- We all know about the person Tommy is when he's at the 118 - cold, detached, cruel. The seeds of who he really is barely break the top soil for years, everything shoved down and repressed and beaten out of him by years of conditioning. He fakes girlfriends and fucks strangers in bar bathrooms and pretends that it's all enough.

- He doesn't see or hear from Izzy again until their mother's funeral, doesn't realise how bad she's had it until he watches his dad ignore her completely even as they sit next to each other during the service. Tommy doesn't hang around after the funeral, but he does take the number that Izzy shoves in his hand like she wants to give it to him without having to be close enough to do it. It's a phone number, hers. Arizona area code, he notices.

- Bobby joins the 118 maybe four months later, and then Tommy... well, Tommy's got a lot of people to make amends with. Makes sense he'd start with the ones closest to him then work out.

- He sends Izzy a message, a month after he joins the 217. It's awkward at first, trying to catch up on more than a decade of missed time with no real idea of how to speak to this person neither of them recognise. But it goes on for a few months until Izzy asks if he gets any time off.

- He goes to Phoenix. She's working at a cyber security firm, some middle manager job that includes a lot of acronyms he doesn't really understand. She's got five kids - five! - that Tommy didn't know existed. Four nephews and a niece. The oldest is a teenager, who obviously thinks he's a fucking tool.

- The third night he's there, they get drunk. Wildly, inappropriately drunk. The whole story comes out. Izzy's regrets at not standing by Tommy while she watched his dad beat anything good out of him from the start. Grieving him when he went to war, never knowing if he was alive or dead. Never knowing how to bridge that gap. She tells him she'd been terrified at the funeral, wondering if he was like their dad. He tells her that he's gay.

- He finds out that Izzy hasn't spoken to their dad since she moved out to Arizona. He hadn't liked her soon to be husband - for any number of reasons - and it had been the final straw. Their mother cried while they screamed at each other. Izzy left, never looked back.

- Her partner died. Car crash. Tommy had been in LA with no idea how his sister was planning her husband's funeral, looking after five kids alone. He bawls his eyes out into her shoulder when he finds out. She's crying too, holds him tight enough her arms ache.

- In the morning, he makes them both breakfast. It's awful. She laughs, and he laughs a bit too.

- Now, Tommy uses most of his holiday every year to spend a couple of weeks in Arizona with them. He's met her in laws, thanked them for watching out for her when he couldn't. The kids know him, hug him when he turns up. He's even hosted the oldest at his place in LA when the kid was looking at colleges in California, cooked him breakfast that's improved massively over the years. He ended up in San Diego, and Tommy makes a point of dropping in on him when he's got a day off every now and then.

- (Izzy loves Evan. After a year of dating, Tommy had taken him out to Arizona, and Evan listened, enraptured, as Izzy took him through all of their mum's recipes, told the handful of light hearted stories she has of Tommy as a kid, and Evan knew better than to ask about any others. She mixes them all margaritas and they sit in the garden, laughing.)

- (He finds out a month later Izzy and Evan text each other constantly. They have weird little in jokes about him. Evan's developed an obsession with computer science and routinely has to explain what Izzy was talking about when Tommy comes off the phone with her.)

- (She flies back down to California for their engagement party. Hugs Tommy so hard they crash into a side table. Then, hugs Evan, kisses him on the cheek, and tells him, I told you he'd say yes.)

do you guys think tommy is an only child or does he have siblings. is he an older sibling or a younger sibling, or a middle child or none of the above??? idk if we’ll ever find out but we can speculate ☺️

[tarlos-spain]

I find myself in pieces

Summary: After Carlos being injury during a call, his life and TK's changes forever. He has to learn that his love doesn't end when you wake up and your legs doesn't work anymore, although that jorney is a very long and hard one for both of them

Notes: Just to let you know, this work was born for Whumpt June but it's taking longer to get it done because it's a very difficult path for Carlos and TK, with maybe some triggering issues as suicidal thoughts and an attempt, hard fights between Carlos and TK.

Chapter 1 - Self-sacrifice

Chapter 01: Is this my life?

It's a warm spring day, Carlos and Lexi have just finished lunch from their favorite taco stand, and Carlos has not said a word the whole time.

“Are you OK, Reyes?” Lexi asks, offering him a cup of coffee.

“Yeah… No… Yeah…”

“Ok, let's say you’re not OK. What’s up? Everything okay with TK at home? Don’t tell me you’ve fought?”

“No, of course not.” Carlos sighs and looks down at his coffee. “I’m asking TK to marry me after our shift. I have the ring already here.” Carlos touches the pocket of his uniform and feels the little box. “I’m terrified but I know I want to do it.”

“Terrified? Reyes, Carlos. TK loves you, even if you haven’t ever properly introduced him to me as your boyfriend. I guess we’re not close enough friends for me to be invited to your game nights.”

“Didn’t know you were interested in coming.”

“I’m not, I don’t like games. I was joking. The point is, I see how he looks at you during shifts. TK adores you.”

“I’m going to ask him to marry me.”

Carlos bursts out laughing nervously. Lexi has never seen him like that, but the quiet moment is broken when the car radio crackles to life.

"Dispatch to 323-H20 report to 108 Lexington Road for a 10-16. Husband reports wife is armed."

"Copy dispatch, 108 Lexington Road 10-16, wife armed, 323-H20 responding code 3," replies Mitchell, as Carlos flips on the lights and sirens and floors the gas.

Pulling into the subdivision, they soon see a tall, thin, dark-haired man on the porch of 108 holding a girl of about eight years old close to him. There is a short blonde woman in the driveway screaming at him.

Carlos and Lexi quickly exit the car, both on alert. Carlos knows kids in danger are his soft spot. It’s hard to keep calm when the little girl starts crying, scared of the situation.

The woman goes on another tirade of screaming as she sees the two officers, and the girl tries to hide herself behind her dad. Carlos positions himself to be able to get between the couple quickly if needed.

He knows he will be a good detective, because he can see that the woman is dangerous, even if he hadn’t seen the gun yet. But she’s aggressive in her movements and the way she talks. So, yes, he’s ready to do what’s necessary.

"You called the cops you asshole!” the woman shouts. “I just want Jenny."

The little girl clings even more tightly to her father's waist. She’s terrified of her mother and that woman has clearly been drinking a lot.

The man, Jenny's dad, is also very nervous, but Carlos notices it’s not his first time confronting his wife…if they’re not already divorced.

"Kaitlyn, you're drunk, again. I'm not letting you take her till you're sober. I’m telling you, but it’s also the judge’s order.”

"I fucking am not drunk, you bastard. You’re lying, you always lie about me being drunk. You’re just trying to kidnap her, you’re trying to take my baby away from me."

"You're crazy, come back tomorrow sober and we will talk," the husband replies, and Carlos sees things are getting more and more tense. The little girl is crying, she’s so scared that Carlos is about to take her and remove her to a safe place.

"Give me Jenny or I'll kill you," the wife screams, pulling a gun from her waist band.

She points it at her husband but the girl is so close, and the woman is not acting rational, waving the gun around. One mistake and she’ll shoot her own child, so Carlos moves again, so he can take the kid and get her to safety.

But he decides to wait.

At this point Lexi intervenes, letting Carlos get closer to the husband and daughter. But the woman sees it and points the gun again at her husband and the kid.

"Ma'am, Kaitlyn," Lexi calls.

She loses her temper quickly, moves her hand from one side to the other.

The woman stays focused on her husband and Carlos knows exactly what’s about to happen. Apparently the husband is not interested in making things easier.

"Wow, Kaitlyn, threatening me again. Is that the only thing you can do?”

He sounds pissed off, even annoyed by the situation. The gun in his wife’s hand doesn’t seem to matter at all. Then, Carlos sees her finger on the trigger and the whole scene suddenly moves in slow motion.

Lexi tries to get the woman's attention again but to no avail.

"Wait till CPS hears this," replies the husband.

The woman tenses angrily, too many people talking to her at the same time, everybody telling her to do or stop doing things. She loses her temper quickly, moves her hand from one side to the other, and accidentally pulls the trigger.

It feels so slow. Lexi watches in horror as her friend and partner dives for the little child, shoving her to safety as the bullet rips into his back. Carlos is protecting the kid, he promised that nothing will happen to the child, even if he has to put his body in the middle and get shot.

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[jerzwriter]

I’m baaaaaaaack

With a feelsy question

An old friend or acquaintance of Casey’s ask her to tell them about her man (both hotties), what would she say? How would she describe Ethan/Tobias?

FIRST: I am sooooooo sorry. I have 2 asks of yours that I started, didn't have time to finish, put in drafts, and promptly forgot about them. Is this breaking SOEP code? I hope not! But here you go.

Her descriptions would change over time. These are some statements she'd make.

Ethan and Casey:

Book 1 (beginning): "You're never going to guess who I'm working with! Dr. Ramsey! Yes, that one, can you believe it." "Oh my God and he's as gorgeous as he is brilliant, not that I noticed, I just... it's plain to see." "I seem to be his favorite, though he'll never admit it... I have my own nickname, he calls me Rookie!"

Book 1 (around opera): "He's... he's perfect. I adore him, and, God the way he kissed me. I wish we never had to stop." "I'm so crazy about him, and I know he is about me. Even though he says we can't be together, we always have these stolen glances, little touches, he always looks out for me. He's just... amazing." "No! Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. We can't be together now, but maybe one day. I know he would never hurt me."

Book1 (after the first time): "OMG are you sitting? You're sitting, right... because you have to be sitting! OK, we did it! (SCREAM)" "HE was INCREDIBLE. OMG, this man is perfect. I hope he never goes back to Edenbrook because, now that I know how unbelievable he is, I can't go back.

Between Book 1-2 (Amazon): "I can't believe him! I never took him for such a coward. I know it's hard, doesn't he think it's hard on me too? But instead of trying to get through it together, he leaves me alone!" (After a few too many drinks.) "I hate him. I hate him so much! I was right the first day I met him. He's an asshole! But... but I love him."

The majority of book 2: "We have to work things out, and I think we will. We have to, he's everything I've ever wanted."

I'm going to skip Book 3, because, Book 3.

After:

"I lucked out. Yeah, we may have gone through a lot, but he is the best (boyfriend/fiance/husband) in the world. He's attentive and kind and it's like all that good that was in him, that he held back, it's all pouring out now. He just wants me to be happy, and I just want him to be, so... it's perfect."

Tobias & Casey:

When they meet: "OMG you have to see this guy I met. Jesus, he is beautiful. The eyes, those lips, his smile... I can't even tell you what that smile does to me. And he's a doctor! I don't know, I just hope I see him again. He offered Aurora a job, so it's possible."

After a few dates: "When you come to town you have to meet him. This guy is so freaking sexy. If how he looks wasn't enough, it's just how he is, how he treats me." "No, we haven't done it yet. Every time we get freaking interrupted. Sienna and Bryce are on my shit list for this very reason." "No, it's not just that. He's so sweet with me. Everyone keeps warning me about him, but when I'm with him, I feel like I'm the only person in the world. He wants to know about me, he is just so attentive. He's great."

After he steals Stephanie: "I can't fucking believe him! I should have known! Everyone tried to warn me." "Now I have Ethan wanting to rub it in my face so bad. I mean, he hasn't been that bad, but I know he wants to." "Such a jerk! I really thought we were heading to something special."

After she learns about June: "He's dead to me." "What an asshole!" "Yeah, he keeps saying it didn't matter because it was before me, but you were fucking my co-worker right up to the second we met, and you didn't feel the need to share! This and Steph, nope. Done. Over."

After attack: "Look, we're just friends. But the guy saved my life and, I don't know. He is being so good to me. More than I could have ever expected." "He takes me out once a week, just to get me out of the house. And... I feel safe when I'm with him." "No, it's not more. We're just friends, I'm not ready and... I haven't forgotten." "So we kissed, and I forgot how good his kisses were, but it was just a kiss. Nothing more is coming of this."

After they're together: "Oh my god, I just love him so much. He makes me smile and laugh all the time. And he's just so happy about being with me, he'd hire a skywriter to tell the world if I let him, it's the coolest thing. He's always leaving me little gifts, no matter how much I tell him to stop. I'm so glad I gave this another chance."

Not going any further in the future... cause this is already too long. lol

Thanks hon! 🐑🐑🐑

[urfangirl18]

As promised here is the first chapter of my fan fiction 💜

1. One Fateful Meeting

'why did it take you so long to pick up Mei-ah'

I laughed at the pouting face of my best friend Jiwoo as she artlessly sat down on the seat in front of me looking as gorgeous as ever in her off white lacy dress that she paired off with open toed sandals and a black jacket. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and she smiled at me graciously as I pushed the warm cup of caramel latte towards her.

'mian Jiwoo-ah I had to rush a couple of things at the office but I'm here now.'

I said as I took a sip of my hot tea grateful to be inside this cafe while looking at the soft pitter patter of raindrops on the window. It gave me peace amidst my ever busy life in Seoul.

'have you heard?' she asked as she tapped my hand on the table and pointed at my open macbook.

'my laptop? what about it?'

'for someone who graduated with honors in 4 courses way back in college how can you be such a pabo sometimes?'

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders at her 'I have no clue...soo spit it out Jiwoo-ah and no I am not dating your dongsaeng or any of your friends...please.'

She pouted while shaking her head 'why not?? it's been so long since you dated someone...who was he again?'

I flinched at the reminder of that awful date and shook my head as I motioned for her to continue with her news and what made her point at my laptop.

I was currently checking the website I was working on as much as my eyes were wanting to rest from reading codes after codes that I dealt with in the office earlier.

'I have awesome news from your imaginary boyfriend...' she said with a smile 'open google please and type his name.'

'imaginary boyfriend my ass' I mumbled knowing that I was blushing like mad at that moment. 'what about Satoh-san?'

She grinned at me while typing something on my laptop. She frowned a bit as she saw that I was working and smiled again as she found what she was looking for looking obviously pleased with herself...should I tell her that she looks a bit like a Cheshire Cat?

'clear your schedule this Friday until Sunday...you my gorgeous chingu will be modeling for my clothing brand with Takeru Satoh.'

'oh sure...'

I nodded clearly not believing a word she said for how can she and the management secure a modeling contract with the ever busy Takeru Satoh.

'no shit Jiwoo!!!' I said as I sucked my breath at what I was reading 'how the hell did Yuna and Georgie manage to snag this?!!'

I wanted to scream for joy but since we were inside a cafe all I managed to do was grasp for my bestfriend's hand in support.

Indeed the management and Jiwoo finally snagged a contract with the Takeru Satoh, the famous Japanese star.  My mind was reeling with questions as I was reading the news about it. It happened this morning while I was swamped with work and couldn't check my phone.

'that's why I was calling you!! You're perfect for this Mei-ah and I know you wouldn't want to miss being in the same set with your one and only love.'

'how did we afford him? This man is worth thousands no millions when it comes to a modeling contract. There is absolutely no way we can afford this...how do we get that investment back?'

Jiwoo grinned at me and shook her head in disbelief. It was then I forgot...she can very well afford to get even the highest paid actor in Hollywood for who am I kidding? Even without the help of  her influential and very affluent family my bestfriend owns one of the most successful fashion boutiques in Asia and Europe.

'I can't believe this...' I muttered 'I don't think I can model for this...maybe hire a professional for this Jiwoo...it's too huge of an investment if I don't pull this off.'

'ohh no!! you are not backing out of this Jeon Mei Lin. There is no way I am letting you say no! His agency wanted you to be his partner for this shoot.'

I would have fainted right at that very moment when I heard what she said.

'his agency? why?? we have plenty of models...why me? I only work part time.'

'they were mesmerised by your beauty and charm as simple as that and we know you're a perfect fit for their star as well.'

she whispered as she slowly took my glassess off and untied my bun. I squinted as I tried to get my eyeglasses back from her but knowing my bestfriend she won't give them back unless she has her way.

'for how long will you keep hiding yourself behind these glasses Mei? How long will you be depriving the world of your beauty?'

I rolled my eyes at her compliment and sighed...if only I can tell her. If only I can tell her the reason why I choose to hide my eyes beneath my glasses then maybe instead of convincing me to model along with the man of my dreams she would be helping me look for a husband so my family could leave me be and we could all live in peace.

Sadly all I can do was keep my mouth shut and nodded at the offer given to me. No one can know and no one must know. It's safer that way.

'alright I'll do it...I'll take my leave on Friday and Monday. Anything for Satoh-san and your boutique.'

I told her with a smile to which she jumped up from off her seat and gave me a bone crushing hug. For a tiny thing Jung Ji Woo sure can hug...makes me wonder where she got her strength from.

'kamasahamnida Mei-ah!! Don't worry everything is taken cared of all you need is to relax and look all pretty on Friday.' she then smiled and added 'should I accidentally book a hotel room for the both of you?'

I groaned and shook my head at what she was planning. I doubt anything can happen if she does that. This man whose pictures has adorned my phone for as long as I started being his fan would never notice me. He was just way out of my league. He travels the same circles as Jiwoo and her family or my cousin's also very affluent family. I didn't belong there...or should I say I don't even belong in this world. I was made for something else and I have been trying my best to not think about it.

I was destined for something else and the longer I dilly dally the more my head starts to pound. Is it too much to want what other girls have?

I hid my sadness in my cup of tea as I found Jiwoo smiling while looking at her phone talking to her fiancée no doubt. Whereas my single ass was in dire need of a fucking date but then again with the hideous glasses I wear I doubt anyone would want me.

*Satoh's POV*

'your flight for Seoul is on Thursday night Takeru-san and here is your schedule during your stay there.'

I smiled in gratitude at my assistant Takei-san who handed me an ipad as I took a break from work. It was a warm day in Kyoto and I was just finishing up the last few takes of a modeling stint for Versace and I was looking forward to a cold drink.

I sat on my chair inside the cool shade of the villa we were in and stretched my back. It was a long day but I had fun. Unbeknownst to everyone I was not just into acting or modeling though my family approved of it and allowed me to pursue what I love provided I don't forget to help run the business empire that our family has.

The money and the power my family has gave me the freedom to do whatever I love but it doesn't mean I don't work hard for it. My success wasn't handed to me on a golden platter I worked thrice as hard to get to where I am and to amass whatever success I hold

After that modeling stint with a very famous fashion line in Seoul I would finally get some much needed rest and to check on some of my businesses in Korea including my new baby which was a game and software development company which is now doing exceptionally well in both Korea and Japan. It was also starting to gain recognition in the US as well.

Personally I want to congratulate one of my lead game and software developer there who produced a game that has now over millions of downloads and users all over the globe. I also want to discuss another software app that I have in mind with him.

Yes I was all about business but maybe just maybe I may get a chance to rest a little bit when I get to Seoul.

'and the management of Meijiwoo agreed to our request. The shoot will be held privately and your partner is someone they deeply trust.'

I nodded as I checked the ipad and the profile of the model I will be working with. Looks like I would be having fun with this shoot. I smiled as I checked the portfolio they have sent...the girl in the photos could surely be a professional model in Seoul for she has the beauty a master artist would want to paint. She wasn't overly beautiful like the rest of the girls I had worked with or even the women I dated but there was something very alluring about her. It was then I saw her eyes. They were a brilliant shade of blue and the more I look at them the more beautiful they were getting.

'what's her name? is she a foreigner?'

I asked Takei-san to which he shook his head and said.

'she's korean, that's what the management told us but I can get some more information about Mei, Mei-san.'

So this beauty is named Mei...looks like my trip to Korea is getting more interesting and Friday couldn't come any sooner.

I smiled as I continued checking her portfolio most of the modeling she has done was for Meijiwoo and some korean make up brands. She was a beauty and for sure her agency wouldn't find it difficult to market her abroad. With her enchanting blue eyes this girl could conquer to world and it made me wonder why doesn't she have any other works than in Korea it was a shame to not let the world know of this beauty.

'Takei-san make sure to find out who her manager is maybe we can arrange a deal with them for a contract. Her beauty shouldn't be hidden.'

I said as I handed him the ipad and closed my eyes...looks like I have another business in mind. My parents would be so pleased that in whatever I do I always put business first forgetting myself sometimes.

I sighed and got a drink from the table and walked towards the window admiring the zen like beauty of the garden outside. The glass of whisky in my hand mocking me. I am now at the top of my game, of my career. I have achieved everything that I could ever want but why do I feel hollow inside?

Amidst the fortune I have from all the years of hard work why do I feel lonely everytime I go home? It's as if the more I surround myself with luxury the more empty I become.

'I probably just need to get laid...'

I muttered as I took my phone and checked who among my female friends are free and mentally reminding myself to buy her a gift as a token of my gratitude. It was always like this...after hours of pleasure I still feel so damn empty inside.

[banana-lovesyou]

Number 3 

A Story for you, it’s gunna be a bit long so be ready

I crouched behind an overturned table, my heart thumping painfully quick in my chest almost in tune with the blaring alarms, another peek around the edge of the table told me now was the time to go but I felt my limbs freeze up in fear, If i don’t go now he’ll surely find me! Come on move dammit! I felt a few warm tears slide down my cheek and I angrily wiped them away then drew in a breath, just as I began the quick move from the table to the couch the sound of the intercom muted the alarms slightly, making my steps seem louder than ever, I dove behind the couch and huddled against it fighting back a sob of fear.

After a few seconds had passed and I was still alive I was finally able to actually hear what the person on the intercom was saying “Subjects: A-N-7-1, R-0-7-7-3-N, and S-4-M.T1 are confirmed as loose on the premise, please exercise caution as you move to the evacuation shelters, it has yet to be confirmed if series D-M are secure, please acq- just fucking find and put on a damn gas mask so this shit doesn't spread if it’s out” the speaker seemed to lose their composure at the end and there was a loud static sound as the audio cut off and then looped a few more times, I silently cursed to myself and tried to think of where I might find a gas mask as I slowly and carefully moved over to the floor vent behind the couches, I held my breath as I quietly punched in the access code, these sort of vents went through most of the facility and were used for maintenance purposes however only certain class engineers were given the codes to enter them, some morons in the science division had apparently gotten drunk and went exploring only to get lost and die down there, apparently their skeletons were still down in the lower reaches somewhere..

I shook my head to refocus my mind on the task at hand, as the floor finally slid open I mentally sighed in relief that it was silent, I dropped down into the vent and pulled it shut above me then simply sat there for a moment to catch my breath, the gentle glow of the vent lights played tricks on my eyes as I stared down the long vent corridor, in my mind I saw flashes of blood and death as I remembered how the containment breach began, it was that damn Samti or S-4-M.T1 as the creature was formally named, it had been acting strange apparently and someone thought it might be sick, if only they had left it in it’s damn cage Daniel might be.. my husband might be.. I slammed my fist against the vent wall and got onto my hands and knees to begin the long crawl to the evacuation shelter, my eyes pricked with tears and made my nose sting slightly as I fought to hold them in, after a few minutes of crawling however I realized there was no point and I simply let them trickle silently down my face.

I crawled for what seemed like years, the only mark of time being the occasional screams and death throes from above, I eventually found a small equipment station, which was basically a small alcove with a net stretched across it where lazy engineers stored their gear when they didnt feel like maintaining it, officially it was for cases like this or if someone managed to get lost again, there was even supposed to be water and food bars, most of the upper level stations had neither, I’m sure you can guess why. That didnt matter however as all I needed was a working flashlight and a gas mask, the gas masks were scattered all over the site in case of containment breaches it was really no surprise there were some down here as well, I strapped the flashlight to my wrist and stuck the top of the gas mask in my teeth then continued on my way. I stopped at the next intersection and wiped sweat from my brow, it was hot down here, I checked the number marked on the intersection then shut my eyes as I tried to recall the map of the vents, though I wasn't in my own section I had been made to remember the entirety of the upper sections of vent passages, I remember Daniel telling me “You’re more likely to get lost topside than down in the vents”, the thought of him brought a bitter sweet smile to my lips and my eye twitched slightly ready to produce more tears at a moment's notice, I shook the thought away and once again considered the branching pathways.. only... my eye kept twitching.. annoyed I rubbed my right eye furiously.. it didnt help.. just as the implications hit me the lights in the vent corridors began flickering and I heard a sinister and distorted giggle come from my left.

I audibly gasped as a pair of glowing green eyes appear at the end of the long vent to my left, where the lights had all but gone completely out, I pulled the gas mask on so I wouldn't lose it and lifted myself into a crouched position then quickly but awkwardly waddled down the right vent way, how the hell did he get in here?! The vents should be sealed off! I couldn't think on it more as the light around me began quickly going out only to brightly flare up again in a violent beat, I knew from memory that the next intersection would have an opening to topside and most likely a short run the safety of the evacuation shelter, another giggle had me turn to look before I could stop myself, how could he move so fast?! He had already reached the intersection I’d just left behind and was easily gaining on me, what I saw of him during the intervals of light only spurred me on to greater speeds, even at my rushed pace I knew it would be a close one, just 30 more steps.. another giggle terrifying close, I didnt dare look this time ..20 more steps... I could almost feel his clawed hand on my back... 10 more steps.. the lights went out completely but I didnt need them... Just reach out and press the button.. I pressed the button and nothing happened, I pressed it again and again and the light turned red, tears streaming down my eyes I tried pulling it open myself but nothing, I finally realized how quiet it had become in the darkness, I turned to look behind myself slowly backing up to press myself against the vent wall, I could see nothing in the pitch blackness but I somehow knew he was there..

He opened his glowing green eyes again and I just knew he stared at me with a large toothy grin on his face, I’d seen it in the light before.. he moved closer and I felt a clawed hand on my leg, my breath hitched and my vision swam, fear nearly causing me to pass out then and there, I almost wanted to give in and slip down into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness but something kept me from doing so, he moved closer and I felt his other hand grab my mask and slowly pull it off, now I was faced with the full force of those blue and green eyes only inches from me, beautiful... and terrifying ... I felt my breathing slow and become steady, I felt drawn into those eyes, hypnotised by them, I barely noticed his claw flick across my cheek, didnt even feel the sting of the small cut he made, my vision seemed to be filled with green and blue, faintly I felt a thumb pass over the scratch on my cheek then everything but his eyes faded away...

I blinked hard a few times feeling dizzy.. what happened? I looked around the dimly lit vent ways .. I thought there was someone ... here..? I felt as if a bomb had just gone off nearby, my ears rang and my head felt heavy, I looked around blearily then up at the vent exit above me, I pressed the button and there was a green light and a soft ping as it slid open, huh wasn't that locked.. wait why did I think that..? I tried to clear my head as I slowly climbed out of the vent, there was chaos all around me in the overturned furniture and random splashes of blood but I felt weirdly at peace.. where did I need to go again.. oh yeah.. the evacuation shelter.. I walked slowly towards the shelter as if in a trance, I kept remembering blue and green.. there was something important about that but I couldn't remember what... as I stepped into the small room just before the shelter I looked over to the camera as it emitted a green light to scan me.. there it was again.. green.. this green was different though.. I heard a confirmation buzzer as I was allowed into the shelter.. Green and blue.. blue and green.. a memory stirred of a darkened vent.. fear.. peace.. someone draped a blanket over my shoulders and told me I was safe, safe? the words echoed dully through my mind as the memories slowly clicked back in place, I felt laughter building in my chest .. that’s right it’s safe...  a small giggle escaped me and the others around me gave me a worried look, thinking it was shock, it’s safe... but he doesn't want it to be.. my laughter only grew louder as I began clawing at my own skin, try as they might those around me couldn't stop me, my sudden strength seemed unnatural even to me, I kept clawing until I drew blood, I couldn't seem to hold back the laughter as I flung my own blood around like the madman I was, the onlookers horror slowly grew as they saw my eyes slowly begin to glow green, my eyes filled with tears but they were tears of blood...

The horror in the room slowly turned to giggling then laughter as the disease spread, the girl from the vents slowly slid to the ground, her laughter and expression had become painful as her life force drained out of her, her job done.

[the-firebird69]

There's a few things going on here one of them is my name is being used in vain

They're all talking about me saying I did something and they're liars anThesehl pukes here trying to make up stuff. I'm saying all sorts of things about me and you and Galactus and people say they're wrong and they say it by hitting them with things mostly bullets so you guys have a nice scream. You're yelling stuff I mean what a bunch of weirdos. They're doing skans of the area. And corky can't handle it at all is running around blaming us 100% And they're shooting him or her. And it's happening a lot in there shooting them a lot and the idiots are yelling at a lot okay they're morons and in punta Gorda is where it's happening and they're running over there and yelling and people are shooting them.

And my husband notes that their holes out here with the kraken in them and father and mother say that they're a lot closer than these guys think most of the southern tip of Florida 10 miles out and every 10 to 15 miles there's a hole throughout the whole tip with the Kraken in it.

But for real you guys okay here, and skanned. A few say they can see stuff. You look down he said it's pretty deep about 200 MI and others say it's at 60 miles and depends where there's a lot of skanning. Tons and tons of people are looking and Tommy F ran a scan from the ship and can scan like 300 miles and he said he can see anything but that's not the truth.

-they're going after you hard here in Charlotte county today to clean up the people they fired the other day and they're going to fire more today as we stated earlier

-there's several court cases going on in addition to the court cases we already spoke about and they're regarding land and hotels but it's mostly hotels and these people don't want to hear about it when they're going to trade hands, and soon the more lock on anything and people who house them will not own anything at all it's being sent to there it's not going to stop there and the more like her out of their houses and their homes and their history of murderers ending. Today is a huge day hotels account for 90% of their housing houses were thought to but they don't and they had filled the hotels around here and in fort Myers Tampa Sarasota for many months and they fight them from there but now the hotels that are in they're still about 5 to 10% of the hotels in Florida I can't get them out and the owners won't force them out and they are telling them to and they say no we can't do it we're too small they'll turn around and wipe us out so you're going to lose their property and the max won't buy it from them because of how they got it.

-it's a big movement here to remove the wall and say can't believe it's up and it says that and they could not believe when they saw where the stone came from people checked it's going to be a hell of a day you're going through a lot of stuff like that totally Miss skipping love different code they're crazy cuz they don't check it

-if harassed my husband so much I believe he just wants to sit there it's true so we're going to go after them and this idiots are running around town saying stuff about me and him that we are Galactus and Galactica and really they're trying to threaten regular people. I was about Gome and we're going to take care of the job before the noisy the max are sending orders to pick them all up and they're sending the orders now.

-and a couple more things we are experiencing a lot of calls from these people constant threats and idiot stuff and they don't listen at all what's happening. We need cartels but it doesn't mean something it's on the move

Hera

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