#this driver just killed two people and for what? to get somewhere a little bit faster? what a waste.

[eyes-above--the-waves]

I try to keep this blog fairly light-hearted, but this news about Gaudreau and his brother is just the worst. Two lives gone and countless more permanently affected because some asshole got behind the wheel and drove drunk. I feel so devastated for their families.

[iznyangwoni]

EASY TO LOVE |chapter sixteen !

“You come with me.” Jungwon pulls your shirt lightly to catch your attention. You were about to get in the car with Wonyoung and Moka, so you turn around confused to look at the guy.

His brows are furrowed again, and his jaw is clenched. You decide to not comment on that, and instead you sign at Jay to switch places with you. Jungwon is basically dragging you into his car. “Jungwon.” He doesn’t answer, he opens the door for you and then just gets in the car.

Everyone else has already left, meanwhile Jungwon seems to be distracted, and really, really pissed. It’s annoying you. It really is, but you don’t want to stay in a car with him for two hours in a bad mood, so you put your hand over his before he can start the car. “Is everything okay?” “I don’t know, you tell me.”

He says, before brushing your hand off and starting the car. You look at him as if he’s crazy, because he’s honestly acting like it, you turn around to face the window, your arms crossed. The first thirty minutes of the ride are so silent its killing you, especially since only a few hours ago you both were in your room doing all kinds of things. What the hell could’ve gone wrong in so little time?

“You know, usually normal people have a conversation about what went wrong.” Jungwon lets out a sarcastic laugh, and you know for a fact that its not an amused one. “Well maybe you should figure it out yourself since you like acting like a damn smartass.” If his words weren’t pissing you off so much, you would’ve appreciated his appearance this morning way more.

He’s wearing a white sleeveless top, his arms flexing while he drives are about to drive you crazy. but this is not the right time. Still, you try again to be gentle, thinking that maybe it would help him calm down too. “I told you i dont like fighting with you, Wonie..” “Y/n right now its not the time to talk to me like that.”

You didn’t really notice at first, but he’s going really fucking fast. “Tell me what’s it about then? I cant read your mind.” You’re trying to act calm, but its so hard with him acting like this, speeding through the street and not giving you any reasons for your attitude. “Did you fucking got Minji expelled?” You keep silent.

Oh. So this is what is about. Jungwon takes a look at you when you dont answer, he already knows its the truth. You did it and he couldn’t understand why you did that over just a picture of the two of you kissing. “Y/n!” He almost shouts your name and you close your eyes for a second, he hits the steering wheel while also going faster.

“Slow down!” You shout back, you look at the mirrors, the street is completely empty, but that doesn’t make it any better. You put your hand on the handbrake, not wanting to pull it, but at least he would get the memo that way. “Jungwon slow the fuck down.” He doesnt think twice before taking your hand and putting it on your thigh. “Don’t you dare.”

“Slow down, you’re scaring me.” Jay had told you how fast of a driver Jungwon is, but this still doesnt seem normal. The guy sighs, his hand still on yours as he slows just a bit down, if he kept going that fast you would’ve probably threw up somewhere. “We shouldn’t talk about these things when you’re driving.”

“Oh sure now you’re the one who doesn’t want to talk.” “Jungwon-“ “Did you do it, yes or no?” You keep silent once again. The answer is obvious but you still cant bring yourself to tell him the true reason for that. You don’t want to tell him how scared you are about that video being leaked, you don’t want things to go back how they were last year.

“Jungwon you wouldn’t understand..” You feel your voice breaking, you know he’s never going to talk to you ever again after this. “Yeah i honestly don’t understand ruining someone’s life for so little so maybe you’re right.” “It’s not something so little.” Jungwon parks on your driveway, neither your mother or brother are home at the moment, but you dont want him to get inside the house right now.

“What it is then? Y/n i tried to act like i dont care, i really did, but this is getting bigger than i thought and i need to know now.” You shake your head to say no, your throat is already hurting, you dont want to cry. He’s going to hate you either way, so might as well go all out. “I can’t tell you. Just accept it.”

“Y/n you just ruined Minji’s life, how can i accept it?” You can see the disappointment written on his face, and that honestly breaks your heart even more, so you break eye contact, your eyes on your hands, playing with the keys of your house. “And who the hell are Ricky and Jiyoon?” You panic as you hear those names, where the hell did he get those?

“How much more do you know?” “That is not the point.” “Just tell me!” Jungwon stays silent when you snap at him like that. He can see your hands shaking, but he doesn’t say anything about it, his voice comes out much colder when he speaks next. “Only that you got them expelled too.”

You nod, it’s still much more than what you’d want him to know, but at least he isnt aware of what actually happened. “Y/n just how much more are you hiding? I care about you, and if the fact that something happened to you is true, then i need to know what it is. But by the only pieces of information i have, you look like the villain here.”

You chuckle sarcastically, of course you’re the villain in this story too. So why would you tell him the truth? He’d probably find a way to blame it on you just how many others did. You shake your head again, taking off your seatbelt and opening the door. “Y/n.”

“I told you you were getting too attached, Jungwon. I am not a good person, i do shitty stuff and dont get consequences because of my surname. I’m a spoiled, evil, mean little girl who has never had a bad day. And everything else that people told you about me. I’m sorry you believed that i wasn’t.” and with that you get out of the car, slamming the door loudly before getting in your house.

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[dami-is-delusional]

Fighting or Flirting?: A Series of Confusing Events (seriously. someone stop them.) - Steve Rogers x ExHydra!Male!Reader

Summary: You used to be an experiment, curated by Hydra to be a living weapon. Somewhere along the line, SHIELD saved you and decided to place you with the Avengers. As the superficial leader, Steve Rogers tried his best to welcome you. Somehow it all went downhill from there... until it didn't!

(enemies to lovers, might not be the most accurate Steve, my second fic ever so i apologize in advance.)

PART TWO: Meeting the Avengers (and your downfall... jk it's just your future bf!)

If someone were to see your expression on the car ride to the Avengers tower, they would've assumed someone had just killed your puppy. But nope, you were simply upset that you had to join the team of heroes. Were you even going to get paid for this? Probably not. You sighed, the agent who was driving paid no mind. Now, one might be questioning why you were so against joining the Avengers. If it were anyone else, they probably would've been absolutely thrilled! Who wouldn't want to be in the same space as the heroes of New York? You. That's who.

It wasn't like you had anything against them. No, quite the opposite. You admired their heroism and their desire to keep people safe. You found it noble and extremely cool. It was like something out of your comic books. The real problem was the fact that you would have to work with them. As in teamwork. As in talking to them. As in socializing and having to hold conversations.

Due to your experience at HYDRA, you knew how to do many things. Like how to intimidate and interrogate people into giving you information. How to sneak around buildings without making a sound. How to end someone's life in 74 different ways. You know, the basics! What you didn't know how to do was how to interact with other human beings. Making conversation past a basic introduction? Not your thing! Turns out that being isolated from humanity for a good portion of your life doesn't exactly do wonders for your social life. When SHIELD took you in, you were perfectly content with going on solo missions where you only had yourself to depend on. That's what most of your life has been like anyways. It wasn't anything new. You went from one set routine at HYDRA to another set routine at SHIELD, both in which you were by yourself.

Now, you were being added to a team of people who already knew each other pretty well. You would be an outsider who didn't even know how to knock on the door. You didn't know how people behaved around each other. You didn't know how to get closer to people. You had very low hopes on surviving this. You sighed once more and the agent driver ignored you and your brooding once more as well.

The tall and imposing Avengers tower stood like a mean taunt. Poor little Y/N is going to have to function like a normal human being! Let's hope they don't secretly hate you! You looked up at it and grimaced. It almost felt like the building was making fun of you and already predicting your inevitable doom.

"Maybe doom is a bit much. Oh, who am I kidding? If I'm lucky, the building will explode and I won't have to talk to anyone," you thought hopefully. You looked at the tower for a couple more seconds. No explosion. You sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Before you could decide to run away to India, you stepped into the building.

The elevator ride up to the floor you were told to go to was nerve wracking. Questions and doubts swirled inside your mind like a snowstorm trying to keep you frozen where you stood.

“What if I can't do my job properly? What if I can’t figure out how a team works? What if I trip when I step out of the elevator and that’s all they think about?” Luckily (and unluckily) for you, your thoughts were brought to a stop when the doors of the elevator opened. Taking a deep breath and giving yourself speedrun mini pep talks in your mind, you took your first step as an Avenger.

CRASH.

Several people stumbled over to the elevator and tried their hardest (and failed miserably) to look normal and stoic. Clint Barton and Tony Stark seemed to have toppled over each other in an attempt to be first. Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner approached in a much more orderly fashion, the former looking as though she was going to whack the first duo. Finally, the poster boy of all of America. Steve Rogers. How could someone look like a Greek statue and a golden retriver?

“So these are the Avengers… at least I didn’t trip!” you thought, feeling the most joy you could muster up from this day.

The owner of the building and the man who could probably buy your entire life with one phone call started to speak first.

"So you're the new member that Eye-Patch was telling us about! Welcome to my- our tower," Tony said in greeting, correcting himself after a sharp nudge from Natasha. You knew both Natasha and Clint since they were also SHIELD agents like yourself. You hoped that they could help you out so that you didn't actually have to talk to someone entirely knew about it.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N L/N," you answered simply. You were already off to an awkward start as you stood there, unsure of what to say. You had expected this, of course, but it felt ten times more unbearable in real life.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Steve Rogers, welcome to the team," came a kind and gentle voice.

You looked over at the source and saw Captain America himself, smiling politely. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn't want to lie and say you were happy to be here.

"Shit, should I smile back? Do I say thank you? Oh wait, a thank you sounds right..."

Hoping no one took note of your obvious silent panic and hesitance, you cleared your throat, "Uh, thank you. I hope... we can get along...?" you weren't sure if you were actually replying or asking a question. At this point, you were just relieved that you managed to say something at all.

To your surprise, the recently defrosted Super Soldier just continued smiling. It was beginning to creep you out. "I'm sure we all will. We're excited to have someone new! You should join us for lunch, Stark is taking us to some shawarma place," Steve offered, his golden boy smile seemingly glowing and radiating with his optimism.

The idea of being thrown into a group social setting right off the bat made you want to jump out of a window. You prayed to some divine being that your face didn't automatically react and show your distaste to such a plan.

"I'm okay, thank you. I'm just gonna... find my room and settle down... and stuff," Lord, you wanted to shoot yourself because of how stupid you probably sounded to them. You saw the slightest falter in Wonder Boy's face but it was gone the next milisecond.

"That's alright! You do that. We can all get together another time," he suggested. You just sort of laughed awkwardly and walked past them with your bags. You wanted nothing more than to hide in a hole and never come out.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y is gonna help you find your room!" Tony called out as the group walked over to the elevator. You turned back slightly to nod in acknowledgement, even though you had no idea who the hell 'Friday' was. As you did, you noticed that Steve was staring at you oddly. He immediately looked away when you caught him. Weird... but who were you to judge?

The elevator door closed and you let out a shaky sigh. How long would you have to repeat the tedious and torturous act of making conversation? You picked up your bags, ready to crash into a bed.

Now for future references, if anyone asked you if you screamed louder than a tornado warning siren when a disembodied, robotic voice began talking, you will deny it with your whole body and soul.

So that's who F.R.I.D.A.Y is...

A/N: This totally did not take almost a full month to make, no you're just being crazy. I don't procrastinate EVER.

Side note, I don't know why I put this off for so long. I will try my best to be a tad bit more consistent in the future.

[cocained]

crime plots part 3: (part one | part two)

tw: drugs, guns, mention of murder, etc.

two people who are drug dealers, but together! they run a successful business and besides being colleagues, they are also highly in love with each another.

a group plot kinda based on baby driver where a bunch of criminals are brought together for robberies, or anything really, and splitting the money in the end. they all know each other because they worked together before or just met somewhere down the line and they all have different talents and connections (friendships, love, exes or rivals). the team usually changes depending on the job, but the boss think this particular team works well so it becomes a consistent. they work different together on cases, things go wrong and sometimes it goes really well. this can go many ways! hook-ups, break-ups, arguments, saving each other’s lives, almost getting caught, etc!

a world infamous hacker is known for their ways that are impossible to crack. their activities could vary from hacking notorious businesses to darker stuff like having their own cyber criminal organization or working with the most dangerous people in the world. either way no one knows who they truly are, until the hacker gets hacked and receives voice/video calls or even a package or a visit to their house! from there on things could go either way: working together, threatening to expose one another, wanting to learn from one another... bonus: after a while they fall in love but it’s long distance so what they do is they hack into each other’s phones and toy with each others lives bc they have no idea what privacy is and omg imagine the angst!

i’m a gangleader and you’re a rookie trying to prove themselves and i have a soft spot for you because you’re cute, so i help you out. i teach you things and bring you along to places just so i can have your back. and people in the gang start talking shit, but i get highly defensive and if anyone else tries to make a move on you i might lose it. plot twist: i get injured and you’re taking care of me.

we’re both part of a different crime family and to settle the decade old war we are forced to marry each other. but we spent our entire life hating each other because people that we cared got killed because of this war and for years i was under protection so i could never do what i wanted because of you. now muse a is a little bit scared of muse b bc they’re just normal and muse b is a lot more involved in the industry, killed people and god knows what. muse a also had to break up with their previous partner because of the arranged marriage. and let’s be real, this was never meant to last and at some point they’re starting to cheat on each other and that’s when the possessiveness begins and arguments turn into them slowly starting to care about each other.

i’m a stripper/prostitute working for you and honestly i don’t love doing this, but i need the money and it’s the only way to get close to you and i’m honestly breaking my own heart having to see you with other entertainers bc let’s be real, you barely know i exist

i work in the emergency room and you keep coming in with bullet/stab wounds and crazy stories about how you got them and i don’t believe you so i confront you one on one and tell you what i think is really going on here, you’re a criminal aren’t you?

someone close to me got killed and in order to find answers i dive into their world, only to find out they live a double life full of crime. no one knows i’m going undercover as an innocent rookie and i try to get close to the people involved to get answers. of course, i meet a love interest that either i get along with from the start and helps me with adjusting into this new life or it’s like an enemies to lovers sorta thing. only to realize after a while that it’s too late to go back to normal and now i’m the one that’s living the double life and as though that’s not enough, the answers i’ve been looking for are not what i expected them to be...

muse a is a detective in a murder investigation, they always give it their all, but this time they’re told to do so by all means necessary. a murder of someone ‘important’ or maybe an expected serial killer! muse b is an inmate charged with murder and they’re highly intelligent, very cooperative and their murder is just very similar to the one that just occurred. hence the reason muse b is asked to become the criminal consultant for a reduced sentence, helping muse a with their investigation because who can think like a criminal better than a criminal? optional: muse b is sending help from the outside world to help with the investigation there too (and protect the detective!)

i’m rich as shit and when they say you don’t become this rich by being an good person — they’re right. a lot of it is drug money (or something else?) and it’s a secret i’m planning on bringing to my grave until one day my house keeper/pool boy/gardener/??? overhears one of my phone calls and instead of them taking the hush money to keep this between us, they want to go on a date.

[hollywoodsargeant]

Pretty random question, but what are your favourite things about Logan? Like some cute facts/things about him that you like and feel like people should know

I think a lot of people judge him too quickly, he deserves more love and appreciation :((

this is an excellent question anon... clearly i have a lot of things i like about logan. i really like logan. in case if this blog was not enough. BUT. i will yell about a few random things since you asked (+ i agree people are very quick to judge him. give my boy a chance. i cannot tell you how many times i've seen people say stuff like "i wrote him off at first but he actually seems sweet" STOP WRITING HIM OFF THEN!) anyways. Favorite Things

there's a lot of insanity going on here i love logan so much did you know

first and foremost. i love how much he loves his friends... and just how outwardly he loves in general... the "heart on his sleeve" thing does come from somewhere. given really any opportunity he Will talk about his friends and his family and every time it Kills me like :( whenever someone mentions how long he's been racing oscar he talks about it and there's one where it's mentioned he was teammates with oscar back in f4 and he's like "well actually before that too!" idk. surely you know how i feel about logan and oscar but logan has emphasized their friendship more than once and always stresses how they've gotten along so well forever and even being title rivals in f3 never came between them... my little loscar heart...

and still on that. him and kyle. i love kyle kirkwood (indycar driver + friend of logan) if you were not aware and he does the same thing where someone will bring him up and he's like "yeah kyle's my boy!" it makes me so...... put him in his indy 500 top 3 prediction bc he's his buddy and knows he's good was asked Just about key lime pie and had to say "well my friend kyle makes a really good key lime pie" even after he just said he never really eats pie? idk man. he just loves his friends <3

AND HE LOVES WHERE HE'S FROMMM like yes a bit in a patriotic american way and maybe i only like that because i'm american but he is such a hometown guy he clearly loves and misses florida and all the people he still knows who live there. have you seen his 10 things i can't live without interview that video is basically just 8 minutes of logan sargeant loving florida. and he's so cute in that video i love that video but he can and he will talk about being from florida at any given opportunity (+ very much harps on how much he enjoys being out on the water) and i'm sure some people think it's annoying but personally i find it very endearing... and putting the flag on his helmet he is just a proud guy. i care him. he's said he wants to race the indy 500 too which also gets the indycar fan in me but he wants to race it bc it's iconic and idk most f1 drivers don't want to do the 500 bc oval scary (real of them) but logan is like. no i'm Going to do it one day. it's the biggest motorsport event and i will do it. I WILL NOT REST UNTIL HE DOES.

this one is a bit more stupid but i am forever amused by just how much of a younger brother he is. maybe i just relate to him bc i'm also the youngest of two (and my sister and i have pretty much the same gap he has to dalton) but he is so little sibling energy, especially with alex. he's a little menace. particularly evident in the monaco road trip video where alex tells him to lie and he goes along with it while also trying to make alex do it for him (he's so me) and the sandwich challenge where he whines every time alex gets in his way. i know benny's kid calls him his older brother but he is so little brother it's unreal. on the brother note this fucking idiot cracked his rib karting with dalton and that's also hilarious

I DON'T KNOW MAN. i love listening to him talk. i love all his weird little quirks like how much shoulder he puts into his walk and how much he fiddles around and can't sit still and the way he almost seems to make himself smaller?? this guy is nearly six feet tall but he carries himself like a much shorter man i think it's endearing. i'm really endeared to his smile and his smiling habits (see my thesis it's a whole thing) and also all his other weird mouth ticks he has several i love that he always seems to want to be close to people (he's very touchy. if you pay attention) i love how weirdly shy he is (likes sunglasses bc you can hide behind them) i love his incessant need to have perfect hair all of the time like see the monaco video i linked earlier where he's riding in a convertible trying to fix his hair DUDE IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN i love. Him.

man. i just think. that i love logan. he is my favorite for a reason. and even if he is a bit of a rah rah american (i lit listed his americanisms as one of my favorite things i enjoy them) i am slightly tired of him getting written off as just being The American or not having a personality like he's definitely more private about certain parts of his life compared to other drivers but that doesn't mean he lacks personality. maybe he is a little more softspoken too which might not help but it is there!!! he is not a piece of cardboard you just aren't giving him the time of day!!! giving him enough time of day to say he's boring but not enough to actually realize he's not

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie - can I ask for a number 13?

Hope you have a lovely weekend. :)

He had to wonder what they would've looked like to any passing Tom, Dick, or Harry who'd gotten it in their head to do a little spying. Probably they would've looked normal at first, maybe even downright wholesome, what with Dad in the rocker up on the porch, the rest of them spread around the backyard as they went about their business.

It was only when you looked a little closer that you saw the cracks. Cracks like Bobby chucking not darts but knives at the old bullseye carved into the dead oak stump while Caleb and Kaylee watched in awe; cracks like Travis feeding the fire shredded clothes and 'abandoned' drivers licenses instead of kindling; cracks, God help them, like Dad filling bullet casings with silver shot as he rocked, adding them to the growing pile at his feet after stoppering them.

Wholesome until you looked a little closer. Yeah. Maybe that should've been the family motto - "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," was all fine and good as far as threats went, but times were changing, the family was changing, so maybe the time for threats was over. Maybe now they needed to truck in warnings.

As though the universe itself had caught wise to that mental rabbit hole, Chris's world exploded in a sudden burst of white-hot agony. The backyard tilted around him, then slid. It was only then, as he lay on the ground, that he heard Bobby and the kids yelling. It was only then that he saw the knife protruding from his calf.

"Dad?!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Aw shit, C! I'm sorry!"

Math had never been his strong suit, but it would've been a real idiot who couldn't put two and two together on this one: Bobby'd been having fun with his stupid fucking target practice, Chris had been sitting a little too close, neither of them had been paying attention, blah blah flipping blah.

He forced himself to look at the knife, as little as he wanted to. His eyes kept skittering over it, slip-sliding away as though it'd been coated in oil to keep his gaze from sticking. It'd lodged deep into the meat of his leg - real deep - and that wasn't a shock, considering who'd been doing the throwing, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it not being a shock didn't mean it was any easier to stomach.

"I'm fine!" he called, both to the ones that had seemed concerned and the ones that hadn't been assed to glance his way. "Totally, totally fine! Just don't...touch me."

"Why's everyone shouting like..." He managed to push himself up into a shaky sitting position in time to see Trav turn from the fire, the flames throwing harsh, angular shadows across his already grim face. "What in God's name are you idiots doing over there?"

"I apologized!" Bobby called, repeating himself the way he always did when people started raising their voices at him.

"I'm fine!" Chris added, doing very much the same.

Even from that distance, he could see Travis's eyes narrow. "You're fine, huh? I would believe that, only, here's the thing...you got a goddamn knife stickin' outta your leg!"

Something about his tone triggered a deep, dormant part of him; a voice rose up inside his chest, swelling up and up and up to throb in time with the pain in his leg. 'Do I?!' it shrieked, the shitty, snot-nosed younger brother that still lived inside of him, somewhere, 'Do I have a goddamn knife in my leg?! Wow! Geez! I didn't even notice! Look at that!'

Chris bit that voice off at its roots, severing its strength with his teeth. A good thing too, because a second later Dad was talking, and when Jedediah Hackett deigned to raise his voice, you listened.

"Full moon tomorrow," he said, his eyes downcast, his hands filling shell after shell. "It'll heal good as new. Quit bitching and just take care of it."

There was a beat of silence as they waited. Young or old, infected or not, none of them wanted to be the one to accidentally speak over him. When that moment passed, Caleb made as if to crouch down beside him.

"When you get hurt like that, you're not supposed to pull it o - "

"I don't know what part of 'full moon tomorrow' you failed to understand," Dad called from the porch, the rocker ceasing to rock beneath him. He stood, setting down the last of his shells, then walked the two steps necessary to wrap his gnarled hands around the railing as he looked out at them sprawled in the grass.

What did he see when he looked at them, Chris wondered?

But he felt Caleb's eyes on him, Kaylee's too, and knew they were fretting, even if they didn't let themselves show it. So he grit his teeth in the best approximation of a smile he could manage, and he willed himself to do the awful thing.

"Yeah, listen to your grandpa. Tomorrow's gonna be here before you know it, and this? Well...this will..." He swallowed hard, moving his hand to the knife's hilt. His fingers barely brushed it and his head began to swim. "This'll all heal up good...as...new."

He pulled. It gave. There was a horrendously wet but blessedly short sound that accompanied it, and then it was done. He screwed his eyes shut tight as his ears rang and the inside of his eyelids threatened to go grey. That moment too was blessedly short.

"See?" he said, his saliva thick in his mouth. "Everything's fine. Watch where you're throwing these things, wouldya, B?" With that, even knowing it was the wrong thing to do, even feeling close to passing out as he was, Chris pushed himself up off the ground and found some measure of steadiness on his uninjured leg.

Tomorrow, he reminded himself, he'd pop his skin. Tomorrow, everything in him, on him, about him would be shiny and fresh and new. Tomorrow, he wouldn't even have a scar. Dad was right about all that.

But it wasn't tomorrow yet. It was just today. And as he limped his way across the yard, hobbled up the porch steps, and dragged his bleeding leg towards the back door, he hurt.

"Rub some dirt in it," Dad said as he passed by.

Chris turned to look at them - his family - and all he saw were cracks.

[r0-boat]

Bull Farm Au Rework

(Something a little different than just writing something head cannons)

No smut in this writing just enjoy the storytelling :)

You stared out the window at the passing trees and open land as your ride took you farther and farther away from the city.

The memory of your parents kicking you out still fresh in your mind. Having nowhere else to go, you were desperate, needing a job and a place to stay...

Your barely functioning phone on 10% you quickly scoured the internet for something anything...

on Craigslist...

It wasn't your brightest decision, but it was your first one, anything you had to do.

You scrolled...

Until you struck gold!

A job and a place to stay all in one!?

"Blue Moon Acres, providing free rooming and exchange for work around the farm make a little money on the side. No prior experience necessary. The only requirement is someone over the age of 18

The location was somewhere very out of the way, in a small, nowhere town way out in the country, but what choice did you have?

The ad was posted months ago. Understandable any sane person wouldn't take it...

But you were desperate.

You sent the owner of the ad a DM your phone on 5% hoping praying they respond.

Within seconds you get a response, not only immediately accepting( they must have been as desperate as you where) but the person was kind enough to get you a ride on the same day.

You waited a couple of hours at the place your ride was said to pick you up using whatever money you had left, buying something to charge your phone while you wait...

And that's where you are now, in a beat-up truck going farther and farther from the city.

"... So "

The driver said trying to make conversation out of the sort of awkward silence.

" going to work and live on a farm?"

The question pulls you out of your own thoughts you answer quickly."Uh yeah, are you the owner"?

The driver of the back of his head laughing " that place? Heaven's no. Too much exercise, I just run the department store for farm'n n stuff. I'm friends with the owner; I owed him a favor."

" can't believe he's finally getting some extra hands he's been running that place by himself for a long time, "

"Blue Moon acres?"

"Yuuup, Place hasn't been doing so well in recent years, the bastard was too stubborn to admit that he needs help. Glad he finally came to his senses; there aren't many people looking for jobs, especially around these parts. Names Cody by the way. Hope you don't mind if I talk your ear off" The man drawed on keeping his eyes on the road.

You are interested you had to be this was the place you were going to stay for a long time. You didn't mind it was better than sitting in awkward silence for God knows how long.

" is it a farm or a ranch or-?"

The driver took a while to answer before saying.

" a little bit of both mostly cattle, all Monster."

The last word had do you take in a back. Monsters? As in hybrids? You've heard hybrids are extremely rare having non-human or monstrous features with human-like intelligence.

he smiled at your reaction " yup, bovine hybrids, they are that lazy Fool's pride and joy, met one of them once, have permanent smile on his face. Bastard tried to kill me. Large, terrifying and strong don't know how he deals with them."

" but they bend to his will so easily like he's their alpha or something..."

After your little talk, Cody urges you to get some sleep. You looked tired, and to be honest, you were. Everything was going so fast that you probably didn't get any sleep by the time your parents kicked you out to now.

You slapped throughout the rest of the car ride, the bumpy road lulling you deeper.

You wake up to Cody's and his hand tapping you on the leg " wake up, we're almost there,"

Groggy, you rubbed your eyes, just barely catching a look at the sign

"Blue Moon Acres"

The image above it had a blue Half Moon with a drawing of a wolf sitting in front of it. It looked hand carved.

You looked over to the other window and saw two cattle hybrids, one leaning over the fence with a smile; he waved to you. The other was a frown standing tall.

You waved back as the car turns to park near the large ranch style house.

The property looked huge with a lake and a acres and Acres of just Field Lands. Was this all his?!

"Holt!" Cody's voice boomed as you got out of the car, " get your lazy, stubborn donkey ass out here! It took me hours to get to your damn dumb; at least you can do is pay me for gas!"

Mmh... Yup friends....

You heard a growl coming from the house as the door opened. Revealing an extremely tall but man who appears to be in his mid to late 30s, with dark red hair to his shoulders and brown eyes. He stormed out with a scowl on his face " A deal is a deal; I owe you nothing anything after that!"

"Oh you no good cheap skate-"

Yeah... you just gathered your stuff inside while the two old men argued. You didn't bring a lot of things a suitcase full of your clothes in a bag of your other stuff. You brought the suitcase in before coming back around to get your backpack

" -so Holt, are am I seen you tonight at Miller's Bar and Grill to catch the football game? "

Wtf... that was fast?

" I'll try, have to show the new farmhand around first"

"Aye,"

Cody calls out to you, "hey you! It's a little bit of a walk but feel free to come downtown; it's a small town the folk love to meet new residents."

You nodded, waving him goodbye. Cody waved back as he got into his truck. As Cody drives off in the distance, hold walks over to you with that scowl still on his face.

With a smile, you introduced himself, but he immediately cut the chase.

" don't know where you came from, don't care. You'll be living and working here. The salary won't be much as in exchange for giving you shelter and food on your plate. If you want extra cash, you work for it. Got it? Make me more money; I'll give you more money."

You give him a scowl back Holt ignores your glares as he walks inside, he keeps talking so you follow him.

" Names Holt, hours are 8:00 to 3:00 every day until I say otherwise. I'll pay you for every hour. You'll get two days off and an hour of lunch to do whatever young people do these days. You'll get paid biweekly, on Friday."

He opens the front door for you. What a gentleman...

" I'll move your bag to your room for you must have had a long day. I'll train you for the next week but don't Slack because after that you're on your own. you start tomorrow I got to catch a game today..."

Holt blabbers taking your suitcase and Wheeling it to your new room.

You've decided your new boss was a bitch... but judging by the ad... And Cody's words before. he's not going to get rid of you easily. So you're free to bite back a little. You're stuck with him and he's stuck with you.

" I can see why Cody calls you lazy,"

"OI! Watch your tongue!" Holt yells back.

Emmet turns to look at his brother his tail swishing from side to side" you saw them right Ingo?"

Ingo nods " yup, must be the new farmhand the boss was talking about,"

Emmet elbow on the fence he leans into his palm " They're kind of cute, don't you agree brother?"

A little bit of red appears on Ingo's cheeks as he stutters.

" Then I called dibs ~!"

The older brother finally gets his words " Emmet! That's not how courting works!"

The hybrid scoffs, "I'm Emmet, and you're just jealous."

[weeinterpreter]

Part 6. All is Revealed.

What’s a Trope Bingo?

What’s the Evil Association of Evil Villains?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5][Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Artemis swallowed. 

"Don't move, Butler," he ordered. It wasn't the best thing to tell a bodyguard. Butler's hand twitched. Several more red dots appeared on the bodyguard's face and chest.

"I'd listen to the boy, if I was you," a voice said from the shadows. Artemis and Butler turned to the familiar woman, stepping into the dimly lit reading room. It was the librarian. Except whereas she had been a mousy bookworm with dull and baggy clothes in the afternoon, she now sported a bloodred figure-hugging suit.

Artemis cleared his throat. "There seems to be a misunderstanding."

"Really? To me, it looks like you tried to break into my library to steal a book."

Two more people joined in the reading room. A gangly man with wide-rimmed glasses pushed a boy forward, a shotgun pushed between his shoulder blades. Artemis' eyes widened when he recognised the boy.

"You?"

The boy looked around with wide eyes. 

"Where am I?"

The librarian stemmed her hands on her hips.

"Really?"

The boy shrugged. "Sleepwalker. It's a horrible condition and-"

"And a lie. Don't play games with me, Alex."

Alex stopped himself, paling at the familiar address. The librarian pushed her hands into the pockets of her tailor-made suit, her cool demeanour returning.

"Yes, I know your name. Knowledge is everything, my dear Alex. Something that would have kept you from getting into trouble."

She gave the man behind Alex a nod, turning to the stairs. 

"Follow me. You can try to flee, of course. In which case, Mr Iljitsch will shoot you in the back. He or the sharpshooters I have positioned throughout the library."

Artemis placed a hand on his bodyguard's arm.

"We'll follow. No need for violence."

The librarian looked over her shoulder and gave him a knowing smile.

"How lovely." 

***

The librarian and her henchmen manoeuvred Alex, Artemis, and Butler to the back of a jeep, keeping them separated from the driver with a darkened screen. A one-way mirror, no doubt about it.

Butler wasn't too worried, despite their captors driving in circles and turning at seemingly every corner. They weren't trained. They hadn't even frisked him. He was still armed and had his personal tracker hidden inside the left sole of his shoe. Arno would easily track them down.

Eventually, they stopped. Butler had to keep himself from rolling his eyes as they were led through an empty warehouse. Such a cliche. He wondered if there would be chains hanging from the wall somewhere. 

Two giant steel doors at the end of the warehouse separated it from another smaller room. It was just as bare, save for three chairs and the hall's back wall, filled with rows and rows of computers, all sending and receiving a plethora of information. 

Butler sighed. The sound reverberated in the space like the sneeze of an elephant in a mausoleum. 

The librarian turned back with a frown.

"You find my lair ridiculous?"

Butler shrugged. "Cliche."

"Do you know what this is?" the librarian asked, pointing up.

Butler, as well as Alex and Artemis, followed her finger and looked at... 

"Books?" Butler asked.

The librarian's frown turned into a grin.

"Indeed. Suspended above your heads are, in fact, 2 tons of books. 1000 copies of War and Peace. Some heavy stuff, isn't it?"

She laughed at her own joke. Her henchmen joined in.

"Are you planning to kill us now?" Artemis asked once their laughter died down.

Butler groaned, but she only chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Is that what you villains usually do with your prisoners? How diabolical,” she said as she bent over a keyboard, sending out commands. "I need you to get off my back for a bit."

"Then why are we here?"

The librarian leaned against the console, crossing her arms over her maroon suit jacket.

"Your little shenanigans were impeding our progress. First, the almost brainwashing of the entire planet. Then the almost volcano eruption. Then the almost poisoning of the drinking water. You wannabe villains are truly busy."

Butler frowned. "Are you also villains?"

The librarian scoffed. "Geez, of course not. We're the Association of Librarians."

Butler knitted his eyebrows, but he couldn't place this Association. He had heard of the Association of Evil Actors, the Association of Evil Whisky Drinkers, even the Association of Evil Coffee Drinkers, but Librarians? That one was new. 

Regardless, they needed to distract the librarians for a little while longer until Arno arrived. All he needed to do was to ask a few questions to keep the librarian engaged. Standard procedure.

"Is the Association of Librarians part of the Evil Leprechaun Coven?"

The librarian glared, but before she could answer, a white cat sprinted into the room. Following her was Opal Koboi. And following her, albeit slower, was Jon.

"No, Diamond!" Opal screamed, as the cat jumped into the arms of the librarian. "Don't run to the evil woman!"

"Diamond?" The librarian made a disapproving sound and stroked the cat's fur. "Her name is Mata Hari,” she said and noticing the understanding dawning on Artemis' face, the corners of her mouth turned up. "Much better suited, wouldn't you say?"

Her henchmen pointed their weapons at the newly arrived villains, who had the decency to look ashamed.

"We have run out of chairs, but please make yourself at home," the librarian said.

"What's your plan, then?" Butler asked through gritted teeth. "World domination?"

"I'd rather call it a new world order."

Alex snorted.

"Let me guess. Everybody has to bow to you, the new Queen of the World?"

The woman scoffed. "I'm not interested in power, boy. I want the world to pick up books again, rather than wasting their time on social media. I want to educate the world."

Now Alex laughed. "You want to get rid of social media? How?"

The librarian straightened with a sigh.

"Do you like your social media, Alex? Friendstagram, Chirper, ClickClack? Do you surf the internet?"

Alex nodded cautiously.

"What would you do to access these platforms? To open the internet?"

Alex didn't answer, and the librarian turned towards the screens again. "Launch the program, Mr Foaly."

Artemis chuckled. "I see."

Butler lifted an eyebrow. "You do?"

"It's actually quite clever, although not very diabolical."

The librarian inclined her head. "That's why we are the Association of Librarians. Note the missing Evils in the name?”

Alex groaned. "Can somebody please tell me what the plan is?"

"As soon as the program has launched,” the woman explained with a glint in her eyes, "everybody who wants to go online has to solve questions. Anything from General Knowledge to Quantum Physics. If you and your friends want to spend your time watching silly dance challenges or, even worse, compete in them, you'll have to study first. Quite ingenious, if you think about it."

Butler blinked. "That's it?"

Artemis shook his head. "I told you. Not very diabolical. Your plan has a major flaw, though. I know the answer to any question you could ever ask me."

"Who directed Some Like it Hot?"

Artemis opened his mouth. And closed it again. The librarian smirked. She tapped the side of her head.

"Knowledge."

Butler shook his head. "And who decides the type of questions?"

"I'll choose them depending on progression tests as well as the history of consulted books and learning materials."

"Isn't that a violation of my privacy?" Butler asked.

"Looks to me like you are not not evil," Alex chimed in.

The librarian shrugged. "Perhaps I'm not. A good leader sometimes has to utilise force if it's for the good of the people."

"Machiavelli?" Artemis asked. The librarian beamed.

"Very good, Artemis. Keep it up, maybe you can join the Association."

"So, what will happen to us?"

The librarian crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Once we have launched, you can go. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to do a speech.”

She was almost out of the room when she turned around once more.

"Oh, and one more thing."

She gave Butler an almost apologetic look. "I really didn't want to do this, but it was necessary."

To be continued.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @just-emis-blog! Slowly but surely, I'm making my way through the backlog

OC Questionaire

My questions:

Do you have any siblings? If so, how is your relationship with them?

If you could only eat one cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be?

What's the most adventurous thing you've ever done?

I'll go to my random number generator and get... Mashal! This should be interesting

1) Do you have any siblings? If so, how is your relationship with them?

"So, I don't really remember anything from before waking up in Astra's vardo, but I am pretty sure that I have an older brother somewhere out there. I recalled a flash of a family portrait once, and there were two boys there. Whenever I try to draw what I think my face looked like, it's never quite right. I think I end up drawing him instead."

2) If you could only eat one cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be?

"I can't eat as I am, so if I got the chance to eat anything, even if it was forever, I'd take it. But if I got my pick of things, I'd choose cherry donuts. I just know they're good, even if I don't remember the taste."

3) What's the most adventurous thing you've ever done?

"Um, I'm not sure. Maybe learning to drive Astra's vardo? It's a big machine, and the sounds it makes always freak me out a little bit. But I've gotten to be a pretty decent driver with some practice! I also infiltrated the trapped demiplane of a mad mage I seek to kill, so I guess that's adventurous too."

I'll tag @televisionjester @oliolioxenfreewrites @solastiaasworld @drchenquill and anyone else who'd like to play :)

Your questions:

Do you have a favorite cryptid?

How do you cheer people up?

Are you a healthy eater?

[rueitae]

Season 1, Episode 8 the lucky cat caper for @csweekly

Another of my favorite episodes almost entirely thanks to Chase Devineaux and his beloved coat. RIP

The screen is SATURATED in red the ENTIRE exam. Trying to show that Black Sheep was SAFE even if she didn’t realize it at the time.

I find it a neat detail that Carmen here isn’t looking to see if she has the dollar until she’s tried several pockets and has stopped to rest. The scene is really effective for me to show exactly how good she is.

More of Player and Carmen talking through nightmares for their health, please. How many times has this happened before and where are the fics. In general I crave to see more domestic in between caper scenes like this. The downtime. On that same vein, love the insight into the team that the whole scene provides. Player just literally hangs out on the phone with Carmen all day, just for fun. Presumably this is what they always do. Nice reminder that capers aside, they are still each other's best friend and they want to hang out.

CARMEN WANTS TO SPOIL HER FRIENDS. I love the entire auction sequence because probably unsurprisingly her love language to others is gifting/acts of service. Zack’s favorite movie? Yeah let’s get him the car because he’s my driver and I can’t wait to see his reaction. Player wants to spontaneously take up stamp collecting? Yeah I’ll get him the one of a kind stamp to START. Yeah I love Carmen loving her friends. This episode is so chalk full of between the lines team red bonding.

IM SORRY. THE SHOE kills me every time. Season 1 Chase is such a good fumbling foil. I love him so much. He’s on the right track usually but soooooo wrong. Julia again has such patience that she really shouldn’t have to put up with. She’s the most right track but everyone around her has blinders on. Otherwise this show wouldn’t be near as long lol.

First episode with Mime Bomb in the field! He’s such a funky dude. Nice to see that the Faculty have become proficient in mime for him. They took a while to get what he was saying in the opening episodes but now Maelstrom gets him right away. There’s a fic in there somewhere with several (probably creepy) one on one sessions between the two.

I really love that the Cleaners actually clean throughout the show lol. They don’t seem to mind. Probably my favorite of the VILE operatives. They’re just so. Done. Dangerous. Chill.

AND they pause for TEA and gossip. As in Coach Brunt and Shadowsan tensions. Love these guys.

No one backs up Brunt that VILE is family. Like yeah she can live in her own little world. It’s such a pity the show wasn’t able to explore this fully you can see the set up. They wanted to do something and it needed another season to bring it around.

FINE FINE SEND WHOMEVER. The Faculty are simultaneously the cruelest and absolute silliest people on the planet. I love them muchly. Their interactions with each other tickle me to bits.

Assuming The Troll has always been with VILE (since Shadowsan is aware of his existence), he totally made that bomb icon for the tracker app.

Mime Bomb is super clever honestly, to do the bait and switch like that. He uses Tigress and the cat and the store to make a clean getaway (at least from Carmen) WITH the stamp. The entire sequence of events in this episode is extremely entertaining. There’s so much cool stuff going on, either paralleling a previous episode or something new and fun.

Love the shop owner lol. Takes everything in panicked stride.

Chase and Julia are SO close. (Look at that lack of keycard) I'm amused that Carmen gets to witness part of that. And speaking of this interrogation scene, I do think of the interrogation scene from Detective Pikachu every single time I watch this episode. Then I double over laughing.

ON BASTILLE DAY

And the stamp goes into the lucky coat. I'm always in awe of so many moving parts to this episode that all tie neatly together at the end.

When I first watched this i really thought that Carmen would get there in time but Chase’s coat getting shredded is better because then we get one of the best deliveries of any line in the show. The *cracked sob* of SHE iS VICIOUS AND CRUEL is magical. Please appreciate this with me.

Even VILE makes sure their operatives use a seat belt.

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY ZACK iS. And how he wants to replicate the movie he is absolutely a top notch driver but he is a cinnamon roll. The duality of Carmen’s focus and Zack’s childlike delight makes me so happy. And then when he gets into serious mode LOOK at Carmen. She’s halfway convinced she’s not going to make it lol. Take notes, Carmen does not like not being in control of a situation that makes her uncomfortable. She’ll fall off buildings but when she’s being driven somewhere in a high stress situation she fears for her life.

For the record, I hope team red watches the whole Rogue Vendetta series for movie night.

Also the music in this sequence slaps.

“THIS IS EXACTLY WHY IM NOT INVITING YOU ALONG. I CANNOT BE SLOWED DOWN BY CAUTION WORDS” This man. These writers. Off the wall bonkers great.

“The woman beams herself from a fountain pen she can do anything.” Fhfhfgcff

What car number is this again the ongoing joke is superb.

The amount of upper body strength from both women to climb the bridge.

So cool that it’s all parallel to the exam and Carmen gets to sorta put her nightmares to rest. Just in time to have new nightmares next week! :D

I like how the Cleaners just stand by with their metaphorical popcorn and shine a spotlight. Running theory is that they just like the drama.

She got the phone too! I love this ending. Carmen got validation on her own, she doesn’t need the answer over the coat. Even though she gets it next episode haha. It’s freeing though for her to get some resolution here. She’s not dependent on Shadowsan’s reasoning in preparation for the next episode. It’s the message that she’s continually freeing herself from VILE every day.

Oh boy oh boy I can’t wait for next week. The angst monger in me is SALIVATING.

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

Mr. and Mr. Tony Stark

aka: Bucky and Tony get shitfaced and wake up the next morning to find out they got hitched. 

A/N: Mostly a little drabble, not sure if it’ll go anywhere but thought I’d share it ♥

Mr. And Mr. Tony Stark

The first thing Tony can tell is that he’s back in a hotel room. Not his hotel room because this one is significantly smaller, and it didn’t have an old faded postcard that says Welcome to Las Vegas in old red letters. 

He was still in the state. 

That’s a good sign. 

He used to wake up after getting blackout drunk in an entirely new state than the one he started in. But he was still in Las Vegas so that was a good sign. He was getting better. The second thing he noticed was the shiny thing on his finger. 

His ring finger to be exact. Nothing fancy. Just a simple silver band. He frowned, he hadn’t been wearing it last night, so how did it get there? He rolled over into the empty space next to him and sniffed at the scent on the pillow. 

The unmistakable alpha musk, the smell of the outdoors, and worn leather. He was tempted to just keep lying there when movement from behind caused him to tense up. 

"Relax, it's just me."

He rolled over and saw Bucky holding two paper cups of coffee. He didn’t look too much better than Tony. His hair was rumpled, and his clothes a bit disheveled. His long sleeved shirt covered most of his metal arm, but what caught Tony’s eye was the metal on his right hand. 

Exactly similar to Tony’s. 

Bucky set one of the cups of coffee on the nightstand and Tony reached for it. It wasn’t all that great, but it was hot and it helped clear cobwebs from his brain. 

“Did we...get super drunk and get hitched last night?” Tony finally asked. 

“According to this picture we did,” Bucky nodded to the polaroid on the nightstand between them. 

Tony picked up the picture. It was of him and Bucky standing outside of a small chapel front. The Little Neon Chapel was written across the top in bright, you guessed it, neon lights. 

“Isn’t there some rule that says two people can’t get married if they’re shitfaced?” Tony frowned and put the picture back down. 

“Maybe one of us was soberish,” Bucky shrugged and finished off his coffee. “We should probably get back to our own hotel. I’m sure the others are probably wondering where we got off to.” 

“Right, the others,” Tony nodded and downed the rest of the subpar coffee. 

They’d all gone to Vegas for a charity event. He vaguely recalled something about going to find better or more drinks with Bruce. Steve had invited himself along, and by extension Bucky. Somewhere along the way Bruce and Steve must’ve left, or he and Bucky just kept going without them and they got hitched. 

Pepper was going to kill him. 

Both made sure they had everything they’d arrived with, which wasn’t much. Just the clothes on their back, and the polaroid which Bucky shoved into his jacket pocket. Tony left a few bills on the dresser for the housekeeper, and after a fast check out, in which the receptionist kept grinning and congratulating them, stepped into the hot Las Vegas sun to get a taxi. 

“Hey, it’s the newlyweds,” the taxi driver smiled at them as they got into the car. 

“Uhh...Tony,” Bucky pointed to the little TV in the back of the headrest in front of them. 

The little TV was muted, but the captions were clear as day. 

Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man from the Avengers, was spotted last night leaving The Little Neon Wedding Chapel with an unidentified man last night. Could someone have finally managed to make an honest man out of the once confirmed bachelor? More at 11. 

Tony closed his eyes. 

Pepper was really going to kill him. 

[pandemic-info]

What is meant by zero covid? NEWCOMERS READ THIS: ZeroCovidCommunity

Below is copied from the post; links and formatting may be broken so I recommend reading the original.

If you already know, you fucking know and don't need to read all this for the hundredth time. If you don't, it's good info.

Covid is not over, because long covid has no cure. The virus may not kill the victim but instead make them disabled with crushing fatigue, debilitating brain fog or over 200 other recorded problems. People with long covid often lose the ability to work or even get out of bed. About half of long covid is ME/CFS [ref1 ref2 ref3 ref4], which is the extremely disabling disease causing fatigue and brain fog. Somewhere between 5% and 20% of covid infections become long covid. For reference a "medically rare event" is considered 0.1%. Long covid isn't rare. Serious disability from long covid isn't rare. Vaccines and antivirals reduce the chances a little bit but are not a solution on their own. Long covid lasts for years. Some people improve but most never completely recover. Scientific research into it is only just starting and will be many years before it produces results. The only thing left then to not get covid in the first place. Or if you've already had it to not get it again, as we know the damage to the body accumulates with repeat infections. Not getting it again also gives you the best chance of recovery if you already have long covid. Death from covid is also still a problem. It is a leading cause of death. You may have heard only old people die of covid, but old people die more of anything. If you compare covid deaths in children with other things that kill children, then covid comes out as a leading killer of children. This is true in every age group. Everyone must be protected. Even if we ourselves aren't harmed by covid on the first or second infection, we'll be greatly affected if so many of our friends, family and neighbours get sick. Millions are missing from the workforce due to covid. The five pillars of prevention are: clean air, masks, testing, physical distancing and vaccination. We must also redouble efforts into research, for example better ways of cleaning the air, better vaccines, better tests. We choose health over disease. Ultimately we aim to suppress covid transmission and eventually reach elimination so that covid becomes rare in society. Zero X is not some radical new idea, it's how we've always dealt with serious disease. We don't think it's acceptable to "live with" other dangerous infectious diseases like HIV/AIDS, tuberculosis, smallpox or polio, why should we "live with" Covid? (Fun fact: AIDS is nothing but long HIV. An acute HIV infection seems like nothing special, it's mild flu-like symptoms for a week or two which gets better... until 5-10 years later when the victim dies of AIDS. Reminding us that just because it starts with flu-like symptoms doesn't mean that's how it ends.) See also: Don't Breath It In (1:06min) video about how covid spreads and how to protect yourself and others Long Covid Symposium final talk (6:36min) https://longcovidlearning.org/ - resource explaining long covid for people unfamiliar with it The World Health Network website. With useful resources on things like masks, how to make schools safer. r/covidlonghaulers and r/longcovid Have a read of some personal stories of long covid. The billionaires at Davos don't think covid is over. The media they own tells us plebs that covid is a cold and let us get sick, while they themselves require PCR tests, HEPA filters in every room and make their drivers wear masks You May Be Early, but You're Not Wrong: A Covid Reading List

[the-firebird69]

Mad Max 2 Road Warrior 1982 - Kill Count

You can see directly for before impact there's nobody on the road and both idiots are still heading towards their death plus the two tied to the front and if you look you're pretty much think you can see who they are and it is a bit odd they're going to be gone and this is where where I said and daughter say it's really not surprising in any way if they in fact two guys there and you see a few plumes of blood and there's completely disintegrated what looks like Tommy f it's on the front of the truck and there's somewhere to stand and it just sits there standing there instead of jumping off to the side and had time it looks like Trump with the mask committed suicide more or less I don't know how many times he can do it he can do it but boy he seems to continuously do it. And he doesn't come back and someone did a spoof of it showing him walking on the road so they could have jumped I don't think so that's what we're trying to look at what could be Tommy F was on there for the last second so we're watching them do it I want to see that they can move somewhere fast but we also see that they have super powers because possessing them but you don't see them jump off the thing and don't seem up in the air and people wondering what happens and then something she knows and people trying to execute them to shut them up they're not in character to be going fast or be Superman or general zods guy. But but those genre they are sometimes crossover cuz it says I owe you saw one plume of blood. And we think it was from the guy on the left where the body was tied up better and they grabbed the torso and the guy in the right was ripped off and the other two were pulled off too right before and they're going so fast now it was before the connection you see the driver of the car when they're hitting we don't see his body flying or anything and you think that it's just how they made the movie we're going to send things something flew in and grabbed him and the g-force would be incredible but only for an instant but it wouldn't destroy him so we think that happens and it's The preserve life and the committing suicide but the max don't want it to be on their dime. You can see the little kid trying to attack him and he gets them to drive off the road and he goes what was that for is this trying to kill my friends and failing. It looks over since okay I get it where they go he says I don't know heaven. Our son says get the hell off me he says no and tell us a little kid you can deal with it then go pick him up and he has no free rides here so the kids are kind of rolling around laughing it was hard to do that cuz he has to run real fast he goes no way so more to be revealed, a lot of troops don't like the idea and his mouth and says I like to know which ones who wrote The flash and Superman so he says okay and you guys can just be mutants come or it's in some of the comments and he's looking into and it's looking for this episode I can't find it but there's a point where Superman is talking about some of the genomics down South the derelicts and how they are not nice to them even though they helped and they went through it in the comic book. So it is helping reading comics is English and then putting together code the exercises with your brain a little and it's not really that hard it's kind of traumatic because of the stuff's real and it's really graphic. This is an incident is not famous because it hasn't happened it will be because you don't see them plucking them out so tell me if so thank you very much but do it without the music and he smiles and says okay and that's right a whole bunch of people and also this is I've had at least he said he's had it with this s*** it gets it gets back on his horse says to do stuff then he realizes we're fighting them too and since it's fighting each other it's giving us exposed to them and then and it's true

This is an amazing find and he's wondering which superhero would be it has to be a set that's in Australia he was thinking maybe the Green lantern and it's not far off

Thor Freya

Olympus

[crossover-enthusiast]

Jdjrje you'll find out eventually if they did it or not

Kevin becomes a little anxious. Streber begins to speak in the same exact tone, and the two literally interrogate him. Then eventually, Streber is like "..uh, you okay, Kev?". Ethan teases Kevin a little, and then decides that they should leave now. The two of them are now speaking in a more normal tone.

Ethan then proceeds to try and shut the door, but then, he briefly peers through it with a stern gaze. Speaking in a cold tone, he says, "I'd hate it if we'd have to delay the hangout again, Kevin."

Then, Ethan proceeds to actually close the door, leaving Kevin in shock.

Anyway, Kevin then tries to eat the food they brought for him. It's very good surprisingly. But as he's eating one of the meatballs, he feels something inside. He takes it out, and discovers A FUCKING RAZOR BLADE IN IT HOLY SHIT.

Kevin immediately starts to freak out, and out of his own fear, he literally starts destroying the rest of the food. Afterwards, he rushes up to his bed, and begins to have a panic attack while trying to sleep.

He then cries himself to sleep.

The next day, he wakes up, and is hesitant to go visit them. But he's afraid of what will happen if he doesn't, so he holds it all in, and proceeds to try and hang out with them anyway. He's scared shitless around Streber and Ethan now, obviously. And is trying to act as if nothing ever happened.

But halfway through, he realizes that if they really will try and do shit to him, he has to prepare to defend himself at least. He knows damn well he needs proof of them being murderous assholes though, so he tries to keep note of trying to find the razor blade he probably destroyed when he gets home.

He then tries to find it once he gets back home, but he can't find it anywhere. So he panics. He literally can't prove that they're trying to kill him if he can't find any evidence, so he's in a bit of a bad place right now.

He then tries to head to bed, but hardly does.

The next day, he tries to go shopping to take his mind off of things. But as he's crossing a road, he nearly gets ran over by a van. He doesn't, obviously. But he notices the driver clicking his tongue and then driving off.

The driver was trying to kill him on purpose.

For whatever reason, people are trying to kill him on purpose.

Paranoid for the rest of the day, he tries to find something to defend himself with. In the end, he can only find a random bat, and decides that it might have to do for now. He then begins to try practicing his swing, but guess what.

Ethan and Streber show up. They act normal, Ethan teasing him and Streber asking him what he's doing. Kevin tries to excuse it with "..uhhh.. I just like baseball lately, so I'm trying to learn how to swing.". Somehow, they seem to buy this, but there's no telling. They leave him be. And with every fearful thoughts, Kevin swings more violently.

Later, Ethan and Streber try to ask if he can hang out again, but Kevin denies it. Streber tries to get him to stay, but Kevin refuses and leaves.

Kevin decides to try and walk home since it's not that far anyway, but he feels a presence behind him. In fact, he hears someone walking. He keeps looking behind himself, stopping in his tracks. But he can't find anyone. He knows they're hiding somewhere, so he stays quiet. He then hears rustling in a nearby bush, and then, he rushes over there and pulls whoever it is out by their arm.

Seemingly, it's just Streber.

Kevin, now anxious, begins to yell at Streber. Streber nervously tries to defend himself, saying he was just walking in the same direction because he had to go somewhere. But Kevin doesn't buy this, and continues screaming while literally pointing the bat at him. He then tells him to walk ahead, and Streber nervously gives in after Kevin keeps screaming at him. Streber takes a few steps foward, but then turns around.

(I'll stop so ya can read)

Ohhhhh shit the Candy Man's losing it

I adore this honestly, just very psychological horror

I have to ask just because van: is the person that tried to run over Kevin Frank?

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 6c

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I groan angrily as I make my way through Diablos' mansion.

Here I was making the effort to come to kill him and he wasn't even here.

Of course, I didn't expect him to be here but I did expect something, maybe his little auctioneer to lead me to his location.

But all there were vampires I'd already killed and slaves I freed.

I release my rage with a bloodcurdling shout, kicking one of the dead bodies lying in the hallway like a disgruntled child.

I keep kicking it, blaming this dead vamp for all my problems, then the stamping began.

I only pull away when I feel his skull shatter beneath my shoe.

I look around the crumbling hallways, bodies littered throughout the space that was now up in flames, the fire doing the rest of the work to kill off any that had staved my attack.

I'd managed to break into the mansion and kill every sentry, guard and working officer he had under his name.

Of course, it wasn't hard as I had an enormous advantage over them all, in terms of physical strength.

But it still worked up a sweat in me I didn't expect.

It was an annoying reminder that I'd become a little rusty during my time as a couch potato, after all, I hadn't fought in any sort of battle in nearly half a century.

But it was all for nothing because Diablos wasn't in his main office or his private quarters when I finally made it through.

He must've escaped when the first alarms went off or he wasn't here at all, neither was his next in command, which meant this entire expedition was a waste of time.

Yes, it'd put a dent into his dealings but it didn't do much to lead me to where he'd be next.

The only good thing about this was that the enslaved people who were locked in the basement were now free.

I didn't stick around long enough for them to see my face or the damage I'd done, I simply broke all the locks in a blink of an eye before creating a path for the back door.

Now all I could do is hope they make it somewhere safe.

I leave through the front doors of the mansion, steeping out through the flames that took down anything left of the disgusting building as I made my way back to my car, stopping when I look to the sky to find it already dark out, knowing it was probably later than I imagined it to be.

I curl my fist with blinding rage for myself when I remember telling Kalem that I'd be back soon.

Now even more upset, I slide into the driver's seat, sinking my nails into the leather as my mind wanders to Kalem.

I left him to get revenge on those who tortured him but in the end, I didn't get the one who made it all happen.

I left him for no reason.

I'd made him upset, scared and worried for absolutely nothing.

"Damn it," I shout slamming my palm against the wheel.

                                                   ******

I enter Malcolm's house without knocking, it was never locked any way.

I move swiftly through the house, straight towards the only two heartbeats that rested in it.

I knew it'd take a bit of work to make Kalem forgive me and return to his happy state but at this moment, happy or not I just wanted to see my boy.

He was reluctant to separate and now I wish I never did, just a couple hours apart from him and I was dying without him.

I needed him.

I open the door that stood between us, faltering when my eyes land on his small form curled into Arias' side.

The Elf looks towards me, golden eyes boring holes into me as he bared his pointy teeth, yet he doesn't move, clearly not wanting to wake Kalem.

I step inside the room and move towards the two.

Wanting and needing to scoop Kalem up and take him back home, where he belonged, which wasn't here with some overprotective fake Rapunzel.

"He waited for you for hours," he says icily drawing his eyes down to Kalem before looking back to me. "He wouldn't leave his place by the door where you left him. No matter what we did or said, he wouldn't move because he was waiting for you."

My heart drops within my chest.

I couldn't care less at the clear hatred the Elf was sending my way, that wasn't what was tearing me up inside.

My stilled heart was squeezing itself at the fact that Kalem didn't want me to go that badly, the thought of him waiting shattered even inch of me that had vowed to keep him happy.

I thought because he was angry when I left, that he'd at least find comfort with Arias but apparently not.

"I'll take him now," I say firmly but he chuckles in amusement.

"If you believe even for a single moment that I'd allow you to take him with you while you're literally dripping in blood, then you are disturbingly deluded," he replies with narrow slits for eyes.

I grit my teeth in frustration as I stare at the Elf.

"How do you think Kalem would react if he woke up and saw you like this? It would destroy him."

He was right.

If Kalem saw me like this, he'd either never let me touch him again or he'd never let me go.

I didn't know him well enough to say, especially with his healing state and I wouldn't risk it.

"You can't even draw your fangs in," he spits in disgust.

I lick on my teeth in shock, surprised to find my fangs still present.

Usually, they would've gone by now after a fight but I was still so worked up that they were here.

"The moment he wakes up, call me," I say before sending one last glance Kalem's way.

Taking in his peaceful form like the breath of fresh air I desperately needed.

"He has a phone, he knows how to call me."

I stumble out of the mansion with blind movements, thoughts disarrayed from the pain of it.

I'd left my boy alone and he'd waited for me, waited in vain because I didn't do what I promised to.

I could only sigh as I got into my car, returning home and for once hating being the only person residing in darkness.

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane.