#this was NOT very cash money of jimmy

[samijey]

conflict: noun [c] confusion or worry at needing to choose between clashing ideas, feelings, or beliefs

[bubblebabie]

⋅˚₊ ୨୧ COUTURE!CONNOISSEUR!READER ...

Couture!Connoisseur!Reader who is the young girlfriend of Rafe Cameron, who spends all his money. she embodies high-level energy and high maintenance. she has a bold attitude, though she's very sweet. she's super spoiled - she gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants. she never has to ask for anything. she carries a stack of cash in her bag, even though she never pays for anything.

Couture!Connoisseur!Reader who owns a successful clothing line called "Co. Couture" where she sells everything from tops, bottoms, and shoes to accessories, and bags. she loves lashes and nails, always with a new set every week. she has a belly piercing. she likes to bedazzle her accessories. she wears Juicy Couture tracksuits, Victoria Secret lingerie, Pretty Little Thing sets, and True Religion jeans. her shoe collection consists mostly of Jimmy Choo sandals, Chanel slippers, and Miu Miu heels.

Couture!Connoisseur!Reader who smells rich and sweet like Bulgarian Rose, Amber, and Vanilla Orchid. has an entire collection of expensive perfumes. likes roll-on perfumes. she loves gold charm bracelets. she loves anklets, and has one with the letters "R.C." written on it. she loves pink. pink roses. pink lip gloss. pink blush. pink lace. she's obsessed with lace top and shorts sets. absolutely loves early 2000s rom coms.

[tuesdayaddamss]

sun to me, chibs telford.

part ii. 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

summary: chibs comes to the rescue.

warnings: vulgarity, i think that’s it.

author’s note: i dunno how i feel about this one, folks. but at least my loves are interacting now :,)

word count: 3482.

it’s almost midnight when chibs finally gets away from luanne delaney, what should’ve been a brief meeting having turned into an hours-long affair. it seems that they’d been slacking on their end of the partnership as of late, the sons, and luanne had plenty of complaints to make about it. frankly, chibs wouldn’t give a shit about the studio, if not for all of the money it brought in. cash, and especially of the legal sort, was something that the club sorely needs right about now.

bobby was usually the one to handle all of their finances, as treasurer, and the studio is jax’s baby, but seeing as they’re both in stockton for the next fourteen months, he’s the one left to juggle it all.

already, he’s feeling the weight that they’d placed on his shoulders when they’d been locked up. there’s still opie, and piney, but the latter isn’t much help, alcoholic, nearly ancient bastard that he is. kozik’s hanging around to lend a hand, and they’re looking into new prospects, but it’s like he’s trying to guide a sleigh missing half its dogs. not easy. even harder since gemma’s going to be house-bound for the foreseeable future with an ankle monitor to see it through. it’d be a lot easier if the matriarch was around to ensure smooth sailing. she’s still able to run teller-morrow, thankfully, but they’ve all been spoiled, chibs included. they’re used to her being there to catch them whenever they stumble.

that adrenaline high that he’s been riding for the last three days is starting to wane. reality’s bearing down on him, now that it was all settling down, he’s tired. that sort’ve exhaustion that he can feel all the way down to his bones, tugging at the thin nerves that tie his eyeballs to the sockets. with abel safe and sound, jimmy o'phelan in the ground where he belongs, and june stahl and her ATF buddies out of their hair at last, all that’s left to do is grunt work.

skulking through the halls of caracara, and avoiding detection in the process, is much like navigating shark infested waters. he’d enjoyed it at first, they all did, how the girls were always vying for their attention. chibs can admit that he’d dipped his toes in said waters more than once, like any man with a dick in his pants would.

but he learned the hard way that it’s better not to shit where he eats. greed runs thick in these women — they don’t just want to fuck, they want to stay. to reap the benefits of being an ol’ lady without putting in any of the work. loving a son isn’t for the weak, and chibs could confidently say that none of them have what it takes. there are very few that do.

he’s grateful for the fresh air when he gets outside, away from the odor and humidity, the constant cacophony of squelching and moaning. caracara is stationed away from the rest of charming, private, meaning that it was always a little darker and quieter at night than it would be anywhere else. it may have even been peaceful, if he didn’t know what was going on inside.

so late at night, the parking lot should be deserted. the only people left inside were luanne, and a handful of the girls that work the night-cams. everyone else had left hours ago — rather, almost everyone. a lone body loiters outside, and chibs almost doesn’t notice her, shrouded in shadows like she is. it’s the gentle, orange glow of her cigarette, illuminating her tawny skin in such a way that she appears somewhat ghostly, that reveals her to him. it takes him a moment to recognize the cutting edge of her jaw and the usual, smokey makeup she wears, but when he does, chibs is surprised. he’d have thought that she’d be long gone, since luanne had mentioned her having school on weekdays.

he changes course, making a beeline for her as she scowls down at her phone. “tatum,” her dark eyes flutter up to him, thin shoulders flinching with fright. the poor girl looks miserable – irritated, with gooseflesh across every inch of her skin, as if she'd been standing in the cold for hours. “everythin’ a’right, lass?”

“hi, chibs,” she offers him a wobbly smile, wrapping her arms around herself. she seems to relax as she sees that it’s him, not a threat. to her, at least.

they’ve never spoken much, merely a smile and a wave whenever they happen to cross paths. there’s always been miles of distance in between tatum james and the sons of anarchy, and he can’t, doesn’t, hold that against her. not only had she spent most of her life on the reservation, but why would she want anything to do with the world that, as far as she knows, her father had left her for? whatever image she has of them had been skewed and muddled by happy’s blatant abandonment.

but they’ve always kept an eye on her, as she’s still theirs no matter how estranged. he knows that gemma has checked in on her often over the years, trying to maintain whatever loose ties there were between her and them, and the sons have kept her out of the line of fire. tatum’s a sweet girl, from what chibs knows of her. she keeps her nose clean enough and keeps busy. up until she’d moved here a few months ago, he’d rarely even seen her in charming. but now that happy’s incarcerated, as of last week, she’s chibs’s responsibility. he’d been meaning to catch her, give her the lay of their land, but hasn’t yet had the chance. he hadn’t quite imagined their conversation happening at midnight, in the studio’s parking lot, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“i’m fine, just trying to get a hold of someone to pick me up,” when she sees his raised brow, indicating that her answer isn't going to cut it, she sighs. “my car won’t start.”

he tuts in disapproval, sure that happy had told her to call him if she needed anything, and being stranded at this hour certainly constitutes needing a ride home, at least. “jesus, how long ‘ve you been out here?” he doesn’t actually wait for an answer before gesturing for her to hand him her keys, clambering into the driver’s side when she does.

and sure enough, when he turns the key, the engine gives a pitiful cough and goes silent again. “should’ve said sumthin’.” he scolds lightly. a brother’s daughter or not, no twenty year old girl should be out, alone, in the middle of the night. the sons might not be gentlemen by any means, but they have morals, for fuck’s sake. she’s a young, pretty thing. and this world’s no place for those.

“didn’t know you were here,” she excuses, though chibs is sure that she’d noticed his bike, and that happy had left her his number. he graciously chooses not to call her out on her fib, unable to fault her for her pride. she is her father’s daughter. “i was gonna bring it to the res later on this week, have my stepdad look at it. it’s been acting funny, but i didn’t expect it to shit out like this,”

he hums, handing her keys back to her as he closes the door. standing, he practically towers over her – she’s a wee girl, skin and bones, but with a pretty face. if not for her blood and age, he might’ve appreciated her thick lashes and dimples more. “next time, call the garage. piney’ll pick it up firs’ thing tomorrow, we’ll get you right.”

“thanks,” she murmurs, and he’s tempted to remind her that it isn’t necessary. she may not know him well, or at all, but they’ll always look out for their own. but he won’t argue it right now – she’ll understand it one day.

he knows why happy has kept her away, why he’s tried so hard to leave her in the dark. chibs is all too familiar with his brother’s struggle in regards to his daughter. their situations were similar, in many ways – happy might not have had a gun to his head when he’d been forced away, but there was a gun involved, and he had been forced. but still, he feels for tatum. she deserves to know the full truth, and to know where she comes from. he’d even go as far as to say that happy owes it to her.

he watches her flick the butt of her cigarette, stained with gloss, to the asphalt, his teeth itching in envy. though he cringes when he notices her heeled sandals – between the shoes and skirt, she’s not suited for a ride whatsoever, but it’s not like there’s much of an option. he can’t, won’t, leave her to fend for herself, and all he has is his bike. he’ll just have to ride carefully, it seems.

“c’mon,” he urges, jerking his chin towards his dyna. “i’ll bring you home.” he watches her look down at her outfit, and then to the bike warily, likely thinking the same thing he is. he can only imagine how many times happy had drilled into her head to dress for the slide, not for the ride.

usually, chibs would agree. he might not always take his own safety seriously enough, but hers is a different story. happy would filet him if any harm came to tatum whilst she’s under his care. but desperate times call for desperate measures, and neither of them had planned on her riding bitch tonight.

he stows her purse in the saddlebags for her, taking off his kutte long enough to shed the leather jacket he wears beneath and handing it to her. “won’t do much for you if we crash, but at least you won’t catch your death,”

“is that something i should be worried about?” she retorts, and he almost smiles when he sees how his coat dwarves her, falling past the hem of her denim skirt. “crashing?”

there’s little inflection in her tone, and it takes him a beat to realize that she’s teasing him. given how tense she’s been, he’d begun to worry that she was afraid of him. he wouldn’t have blamed her if she was – there’s nothing about him that’s particularly welcoming. not the kutte, certainly not the scars. he’d grown used to women who didn't know him being wary of him, crossing the street when he happened to end up behind them. but he thinks that tatum just lives in a state of perpetual anxiety and outward disinterest.

“only if you distract me,” he grins, glad to see the twinkle of amusement in her eye, beckoning her closer with a crook of his finger. when she’s in arms’ reach, he takes her hands in his to roll the sleeves up, kindly ignoring how her cheeks flush at their proximity.

“what about you?” she frowns as he shoves his helmet on her head, after he works his gloves over her manicured fingers, but she doesn’t protest as he pushes her dark hair behind her ears and buckles the strap beneath her chin.

“i’ve got a hard head, love.” he’d been told more than once that his skull was made out of steel. after the car bomb that had resulted in brain surgery, his brothers liked to joke that he must be immortal. all the shit he’d been through, it’s a reasonable assumption. assholes always die last, after all.

he fits himself into the familiar leather seat, extending a hand to aid her as she climbs on behind him. he keeps his eyes straight ahead as she situates, struggling to maintain her modesty due to her attire – the color of her underwear wasn’t something he plans on discovering tonight. he’s not tig.

it’s rare that he has anyone on the back of his bike. that’s an honor that very few have, certainly none of his casual lays, and he doesn’t have any ol’ lady – even fiona, when they were happily married, before it took a hard left turn all those years ago, was scarcely caught in the bitch seat. she’d never cared for this part of his life: the wheels and the reaper, the mayhem. having tatum riding with him is strange, uncharted territory, but not quite uncomfortable. she’s warm against his back, and she doesn’t strangle him as her arms coil around his middle, covered palms flat to his chest.

he slides his glasses onto his nose – the one bit of protective wear that he couldn’t afford to give over, as he needs to see – and pats her hands lightly as he coaxes his beast to life. “hold on,” he warns, as if she wasn’t already, and then they’re tearing out of the parking lot.

tatum’s been on plenty of motorcycles in her life – happy’s, her old boyfriend’s, and her cousins’ a handful of times – but riding with chibs felt different somehow. they all rode as if the devil was nipping at their tires, but he takes it like a bird in flight. maybe it’s because he has a passenger, but every turn is taken smoothly and each bump in the road is skillfully avoided, and he does it so effortlessly. he makes riding seem like an art form, she can almost imagine the things that his tires paint across the asphalt as they spin.

the drive from caracara to the reserve, the apartment complex where she lives, only takes ten minutes most days, but it’s double that tonight – chibs takes the backroads, and she assumes it’s to avoid being pulled over due to his lack of a helmet – and as ready as she is to crawl into bed, she doesn’t mind too much. she plasters herself onto his back, speaking only when he’d ask for some direction, and she can almost forget who this man is, and how she barely knows him from adam.

though, admittedly, the wind burns her bare legs and she has to shove her face in between his shoulder blades, her forehead resting against the embellished reaper’s, to avoid bugs flying into her eyes. she’s grateful for chibs’s sacrifice of his gloves and jacket, knowing that she’d be frozen solid if not for it. california’s well known, loved and loathed, for its heat, but the nighttime chill is brutal, and tatum had planned to be inside of her comfortably heated car by the time the temperature dropped. she can picture the scowl on happy’s face if he ever found out that she’d rode in a skirt and heels. he’d be horrified, and while she usually loves to stick it to her old man, this isn’t necessarily her preferred method of defiance.

the bones in her legs feel as if they’d been liquified when they finally reach her home, and if not for chibs’s hand catching her elbow, she’d likely be chewing on gravel. she merely prays that her dismount had been graceful enough not to flash him. thank god for the blown light posts that are supposed to illuminate the parking lot, limiting his view somewhat.

he gratefully accepts his helmet and gloves when she hands them to him, leaving them in his lap so that could light the cigarette he’s clearly been dying for, but stops her when she starts to unzip his jacket. “you’ll need it in the morn’ when i take you to school,” he informs her, accent dissecting every word. “an’ wear pants, too. i’ll grab a spare helmet from TM.”

she blinks, unsure how to feel about that. she wasn’t offering, so much as he was telling. if it was any other man, or anyone at all, she would’ve scoffed and told them to take a long walk off of a short pier. but he had a way of making it sound less patronzing than it should’ve, and more friendly. “you don’t have to do that,” she denies, fingers still lingering on the zipper. “i can find a ride.”

“i don’t mind.” he says it casually, but there’s an edge of finality to it that tatum, for some reason unbeknownst to her, can’t find it within herself to argue. that’s that on that, then.

she doesn’t even have the chance to thank him before he’s speaking again, his expression more solemn now, serious. he looked younger when he smiled, but when he takes this look, chibs is beyond his fair share of years. “listen,” she watches the marlboro bob in his mouth as he talks, shoving her hands in her – his – pockets when she realizes that she isn’t free to go quite yet. “things are… tense with the club right now. your da’s asked me to look out for you while he’s away, an’ i plan on doin’ so, aye?”

she nods, because, really, she isn’t too sure what he wants from her. she’s not samcro, never has been. what danger could she possibly be in?

“just stay close. if anythin’ happens, you call me.” he gives her a pointed look that makes her squirm, clearly referring to how she’d stood outside of caracara for two hours before chibs had shown up to rescue her like some knight in tattered leather. “if we go on lockdown, i need you in the clubhouse. and if you need to leave charming, to see maria or sumthin’, you let me know so that i can come with you.”

her eye twitches, and a part of her is tempted to tell him where he can shove his rules. she’s, for a moment, reminded of happy, who has a bad habit of treating her like a child no matter how old she gets. but chibs isn’t looking at her like that – tatum doesn’t honestly know what that look on his weathered face means, but it isn’t that. happy sometimes made her feel like she was being put on a leash, scrutinized, but chibs felt more like an eye in the sky, distant but still protective. it was lost on her as to why. her dad told her that the scot would be around, but she hadn’t thought much about it. she didn’t figure that he’d take his job so seriously.

“okay.” she says, the words yes sir heavy on the tip of her tongue. chibs seems like that type, who demands respect simply by being. the way he straddles his hog reminds her of a king on his throne.

and then he smiles again, the harsh lines of his face softening, and that funny feeling in her chest lessens some. even with the scars that mutilate either cheek, and the silver that bleeds into his hair, he’s a handsome man. maybe even because of that. and if he wasn’t who he is, she might’ve appreciated that more. “it’s the community college, aye?” he waits for her to nod before continuing. “what time d’you have to be there?”

“seven,” she understands wholeheartedly when he cringes at that, and wouldn’t blame him if he rescinded his offer. but he doesn’t.

“you oughta get sum’ sleep then,” he fishes her old, thrifted purse out of his bike’s compartment, and she turns a little pink upon realizing that she’d forgotten all about it. “i’ll see in the morn’.”

she hesitates before bidding him goodnight, biting down hard on her lip as she considers her next words. he piques a brow when he sees the words bubbling up in her throat, urging her on. “if you talk to happy, could you tell him that i didn’t mean to miss his call?” she asks sheepishly, remembering the notification that had glared at her yesterday afternoon. “i was working, i didn’t hear my phone go off.”

she would’ve just waited for him to call again, but she wasn’t sure that he would. if he thought that she was ignoring him, he’d back off to give her the space she apparently wanted. but that wasn’t the case at all, and it isn’t distance that she longs for. as much as she loathes bringing her and happy’s business up, even to one of his brothers, she knows that chibs is more likely to get a call before she does.

his eyes soften, the thick hazel lightening like butter melting on a hot day. “aye, lass. i’ll let ‘im know.” she thinks that maybe chibs telford knows more than he lets on. her father must care for him an awful lot, trust him.

she thanks him, offering him a smile that she means, before turning on her heel. “night, chibs.”

“g’night, tatum.” her name sounds odd on his tongue, butchered and rearranged in a way that makes it just a little bit lovelier than it usually is.

she doesn’t hear the snarl of his bike again until she’s inside, both deadbolt’s locked behind her.

author’s note: i ❤️ foreshadowing.

tags: @jaysmentalspace

[calciumdeficientt]

what do you think context was behind justin's dialogue "derby told me last night i was his best friend"

Ohhhhhhh I’ve been ruminating on this ever since i listened to all the quote videos (please dont ask me why i did that i really really dont know) i pride myself on being somewhat of a stickler for the most inane and pointless background stuff.

Today i plan to answer the question:

WHY THE HELL DID DERBY SAY THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

The easy answer here would be to say that Derby was drunk, and simply feeling very loving(that sentence feels so insane to me for some reason).

Harrington house feels very much to me the hotspot for “gatherings” of the bullworth’s brightest, best and most sickeningly rich. The little guest list on the desk as you enter, as well as Bif on the door in the weed killer mission, and obviously the general worldview of the preps points towards a general pickiness to guests, likely not accepting anyone by on their own social circle. Another key background factor to consider is the little bar that derby cowers behind in Glass Jaw during his bossfight and also the bar in the beach house, leading me to believe that the events hosted at Harrington house are usually organised with the intention of drinking copious amounts of excessively strong and exceedingly expensive alcohol.

There’s bound to be a few contentious objectors to drinking, at least excessively, on school grounds and on school nights and i think the ever-pining proto-jock Justin probably doesn’t partake as much as Derby “I’m too rich to bother attending class” Harrington. All this to say, Justin was 110% more sober and therefore 110% more receptive to derby’s drunk babblings than any other partygoer, prep or otherwise.

In my mind, Derby Harrington, despite having everything he could ever conceivably want at the snap of his fingers, is one of the loneliest students at bullworth academy. He mentions being beaten by his father for fraternising with a nanny, and shows a general disdain for his betrothed, pinky, by not even bothering to show up for their dates. He cannot truly get close to anyone because of his position as an heir to a pretty substantial oil empire. Great care is needed to avoid being sliced right out of the will and being condemned to hush money by his father. Bif is great, but he’s not all that much emotionally, at least not in derby’s mind anyway. He’s far far beneath Derby, that’s made abundantly clear when Bif loses his boxing match to Jimmy; he’s sneered at with the kind of vitriole that can only come from someone who views himself as king of his own private universe. Justin is in the same boat just presumably with a lot less petty cash at his disposal. He’s a weird ass bitch who’s so incredibly desperate to expand his social circle into the Jocks’ because he feels somewhat inadequate in his own. To use his verbage, he’s a peon in the prep hierarchy. He’s weak and scrawny and of little use in the stature department, at least not when compared to Bif anyway.

This night, Derby is drunk out of his mind, as usual, and Justin is beside him, a little buzzed but not enough to put him off his studies for the next day. They are sat on opposite ends of a chaise longue in the drawing room. Well… Justin is sat, Derby is more slumped, folded over the armrest in a way that does not look comfortable in the slightest. He’s telling a story from a recent trip to Europe, about a girl he met in a city that his drunk brain just can’t seem to decide on the pronunciation of, gulping scotch out of a crystal glass like its going out of fashion. Justin is listening actively, trying to piece the story together amongst the many asides derby seems to be wandering off into. That’s when the bomb drops “know, i like to think you’re my best friend here Justin” “what?” “You heard me….. anyway this damn woman”

Safe to say it was the best night of Justin Vandervelde’s life.

[madametamma]

Thanks, that has been a thorn on my side for a while, because the new suits really look like they don't need a trunk or a skirt, but once you drawn them, they look so good on it.

I also have to ask, with season 3 coming, which job do you think Kara would work, if Clark works on the Daily Planet?

I was thinking Kara would do a few jobs here and there. She tries working at a cafe, or in a clothing store. None of those jobs last long though. Something always goes very wrong. Eventually she gives up on finding work like that.

She helps out with building things with the Brain and Mallah but that doesn't really pay. She helps Jimmy with Flamebird, giving him info about alien stuff for his podcast.

For some reason however even though her work with Jimmy or the fun gay mad scientists don't really earn her a living wage, she always has a lot of money in her pockets.

Jimmy in an emergency: "How much money do you got on you right now?"

Kara: "Uh, about 4,180$ in cash in my pocket."

Jimmy: "WHAT- WHY ARE YOU CARRYING- WHERE DID YOU GET- NEVER MIND! LET'S GO!"

It's a mystery as to why she just always seems to have so much money in her pockets at any given time. Clark, Jimmy and Lois keep meaning to ask her about it but it's never really a good time. They're a little worried she's gotten into something illegal.

It turns out that the reason Kara gave up on finding real work is because she discovered humans value diamonds so highly and she can easily make diamonds out of coal with her bare hands. Then she takes the finished products to pawn shops which give her cash for them. She has no idea what to do with the money after she gets it other than to keep it in her pocket, stuff it in a drawer or buy food.

[freakartack]

Got any HCs towards why half of the gang left WW Inc. during DIY? And what happned towards the brand new Micro game company?

I actually live for this workplace drama

Truly the short answer is "no" because I have no idea what he could have done to fuck up this bad. but if both mona and jimmy t jumped ship you KNOW it's bad.

These are all (in-universe) forum speculations so your salt grains may vary but something interesting about this is that one of them throws out that wario never did any work. Now wario is lazy and an asshole who never pays anyone but despite the fact that he's making money off of all his other friends' work, he HAS made his own microgames. In most games he's even made twice as many microgames as each of his friends (one set at the beginning and one set at the end). So what happened here? Was he refusing to make his own games this time? Did it come to light that he HADN'T actually made all those games? Did he plagiarize them? Did he outsource them? Are YOU, the player, partially responsible for this friend group schism? He certainly isn't above using his friends' assets after they left the company.

But you know who else isn't above profiting off of the demise of his social life?

DOCTOR CRYGOR!! Not only is he letting you, Wario's only employee prior to Showcase, use the makermatic engine, but he's ALSO supplying it to everyone in diamond software AND wario-man software. He's playing both sides for cash money!! No wonder wario is friends with him!

But crygor isn't even the only person who's profiting off of this. People in wario's life are quite literally coming out of the woodwork to make money off of this fiasco. I speak of none other than:

MASTER MANTIS!! Why is he here?? Smooth moves, the game he and cricket debut in, is a departure from the typical warioware storyline in that we're not even sure if anyone made any games. Rather than the typical "everyone pitches in to make this game for you" plot, there's all that jazz about ancient artifacts and allusions to people literally playing microgames in real life. (Or at the very least, having fun holding the wii remote in various positions. I don't judge.) Either way, there is no mention of either young cricket or master mantis being hired at warioware incorporated. So they would have had no horse in the race of its temporary dissolution.

UNTIL NOW!!!

MASTER MANTIS, YOU FUCKER!!

But not everyone is looking out for themselves in this game. SOME PEOPLE actually care about their friendships. SOME PEOPLE, whose friendships were unfortunately split up in a tragedy of indescribable proportions:

The fact that 9-volt left warioware inc is crazy in itself because he is easily in the top 2 wario fanboys. Equally crazy is the fact that he also broke up with his bestest buddy in the whole wide world. So what happened??

18-volt's post-boss break on diy showcase depicts 18-volt extending an olive branch of peace and being callously rejected by a devious-looking 9-volt. Of course, 18-volt made this cutscene. Despite this animation showing otherwise there is certainly enough to suggest that he's still at least somewhat bitter about whatever argument led to this:

So, what really happened? Obviously, wario committed a dick move of gargantuan proportions if 9-volt was mad enough to walk out. That being said, 9-volt has had ample opportunities to work with THE Wario. He worked on mega microgames, possibly mega party games depending on how you interpret it, twisted, touched...meanwhile, how many games did 18-volt make? It's not a stretch to imagine that a desperate wario went through his rolodex of "people he's heard of" and went to the guy that 9-volt talks about a lot, and 18-volt leapt at the opportunity to finally make a warioware game. Maybe he was also a little upset that 9-volt never tried to get him a job there to begin with. Meanwhile, 9-volt is probably pissed that 18-volt is doing the kiddie version of scabbing while he's still mad at wario. Truly painful stuff.

So how did they get back together?

Diamond software is run by Manager Joe. Manager Joe does not slack off. Manager Joe runs 5 businesses in one afternoon, and is so punctual that mona literally shoots at a fleet of police cars just to get to his workplace on time. You'll remember that wario, allegedly, never does any work. He slacks off. But you know who else loooooves slacking off?

I think that, unlike wario, manager joe actually tried to manage a game company. And NOBODY is used to that. Nobody is used to deadlines, or formal work meetings, or work emails (I said WORK emails, jimmy t), or anything that can't be accurately labeled as "hanging out with the boys". (Except for mona, who if you'll note in the last forum screenshot, has the best-loved games in diamond software. Mona's games are consistently really good anyways, but I wonder if in this case it's an indicator that she was more acclimated to the fast-paced work environments of manager joe.)

I think that's what made everyone come running back to wario. Manager joe is a nice guy, but despite everyone's qualms with wario they are all very wario-like themselves. They jump at the chance to make a profit and they'll jump even higher for a chance to just goof off. And it just isn't the same without the guy who is exploiting their labor all the time. Toxic workplaces FTW!

[halimpark7]

I don't know if you get. How cunty, women get. All with good reason.

Why? U use to be so sweet. A kitten, full of positivity.... you didn't know.

Didn't know,

anything.

Because why?

it takes, from women. All women, when you feast with your eyes, when you imagine with your creative dick, when you pull and suck and squirt your very real semen.

It takes life force from a women even in your imagination. Electric energy, life force, jing, collegen. Youth.

That's why beautiful actresses have a short life expectancy.

They feed the world through their beauty and feelings. Heart attacks are common, electrical shock a byproduct of fueling a nation. How easy is it for women to get fat? Feeding herself but never feeling full. Energy seeping, feeding the world.

This isn't said to make you feel guilty. It's to let you understand why women can get cunty. And to tell you to get off.

And if you had a vagina, a womb connected to ethereal space and mother earth.

You might get a little angry. When men drain you of energy and they think... bc its in their heads, it's nothing.

It's free. You're a hot girl, I'm owed these looks, stolen glances. It's easy. I feel free.

There are tons of hot, naked, bodies over 18....

Then go there. Look at them. Leave me alone. Go suck from some other whore. And eventually she'll tell you the same thing.

Go away.

Nothing is free.

(I love you btw thank you for saving me from the Palisades fires. And if you haven't sent me money to make sure my naked ass is fed and off the street, fuck off and go somewhere else. Seriously. I don't need you looking at me)

Really. Go. My contents changing. I'm not trying to be rude but like Matt, my ex said, cash, grass, or ass. Nobody rides for free.

Men need women to touch magic. Women need men for other things.

Night guys. Really, if you don't help me, leave me alone. Being tired, annoyed, and sick is no joke.

Fires are a real thing.

Looking at you Sean, Jimmy and whoever I already told to fuck off. Night. And I'm not talking about everyone mike. You're good ☺️👍🏻🤗

[sagesbard]

Introduction 💕

Hi My name is Sage :3 my pronouns are She/They and so far I'm a writing blog.

The fandoms I will write for are:

Mouthwashing (including Jimmy but in AUs where he's not a rapist)

Telltales the walking dead

Aphmau (Mystreet mainly)

Ace attorney

And that's it for now :)

When I post fanfictions I will use the tag Bardic writing and when I'm just jotting down my thoughts I will tag it as Bardic thoughts :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I can't say this enough but my requests are open! I will do NSFW but no noncon, piss or stuff like that. Dubcon is on the table but very rarely.

If you guys ever wanna support me I am a fine arts student so I have like no money I have a cash app! $sagethebard you'd be helping me afford things like food and school expenses also if you do end up sending me something your requests will automatically go to the top of my priority list and will probably be better quality. Not that I don't put effort into my other stuff I'll just be a lot more descriptive or I'll lean towards how you'd like to be described in whatever you request :)

[thetomorrowshow]

survival

esh au hiiiii

Announcement: I'm going to be doing whumptober! A week from now is the 1st of October, so in addition to the next oleander update, i'll also start posting my whumptober fics :)

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He doesn’t stay in the city because of course he doesn’t stay in the city. He’s the prime suspect in a double homicide, after all.

Still, Jimmy sticks around the streets for a while, ducking into the shadows whenever he hears a siren. After all, it’s a bit suspicious to see a dirty teenager out on his own, nothing on him but his clothes and his backpack (still with his cheap geometry textbook and his assigned English reading stuffed into it, because they make for somewhere to lay his head that isn’t hard ground).

(He’d thought about going back to school, at first. How ridiculous is that?)

He sticks around for about a month—far longer than he wants to live on the streets, but his parents are cremated and so the funeral service isn’t urgent, and is held three weeks after their death.

Nobody notices the sallow sixteen-year-old boy loitering in the church front entrance, listening to the echoes of the eulogy. They don’t notice that he spent the last bit of his money on a white button-up from a thrift store, that he’d braved a homeless shelter to be able to shower. They don’t notice the tears that streak down his face, that he desperately tries to wipe away.

Then the loudspeaker in the entrance sparks and smokes and stops working, so Jimmy leaves.

He knows he has to get away. He’s barely been surviving nicking food from convenience stores and restock trucks. He doesn’t dare show his face at any of the homeless camps around the city, nor any of the charity food organizations. He’s certain that they’ll just turn him in.

But he doesn’t have the money to go anywhere, nor the survival skills to set up in the woods somewhere, so he does what must be the inevitable. He breaks into someone’s house and steals every valuable he can find.

The house he chooses has a lot—expensive electronics and sparkling jewelry, and he feels utterly awful about it but he decides against leaving an apology note and just runs, ignoring the way the door falls off its hinges behind him.

There’s an unforeseen issue, though: for a street rat, he doesn’t really have any connections—and he’s too much of a good kid to even know how to go about making connections. The one time he tries, he somehow ends up with three necklaces gone and a small packet of white powder in exchange. That he manages to pass off for some decent money, but he gets out of that area quickly before he ends up getting into the wrong sort of business.

From then on, he robs the nice-looking houses (he doesn’t really care about security and wears a mask and hoodie to do it, and when alarms are inevitably tripped he somehow evades capture) and only goes for cash. Eventually, he’s got enough of the stuff in his backpack to rent a place far away, a shady place he’d checked out online that’s a good thirty minute drive away from any sort of civilization (and quite far away from here) and the landlord doesn’t care that he’s paying in cash.

How to get there is the next question.

The cross-country bus doesn’t run in that direction, and even if it did the price would be over $300, so Jimmy nixes that idea pretty quickly. He can’t hitchhike, that would go poorly. He can’t steal a car—he’d never finished learning how to drive, and it would be a matter of time before a crash.

He ends up doing what he’s only seen in movies—he hitches a ride on a cargo train headed in the right direction. The trainyard at the edge of the city has very few cameras; it had been a piece of cake to sneak into one of the middle cars of what seemed to be a train full of grain and hide out between the stacks of it.

In that train, Jimmy sees the countryside for the first time in his life.

He’s never lived outside Empires City, and while he’d learned about rolling fields and corn for miles on end, he hadn’t actually believed it.

He believes it now.

It goes on for absolutely ages, field after field after field, occasionally broken up by barns or houses, but not nearly frequently enough. It’s insane. Some of the fields are for livestock—there are whole herds of cows, just roaming around out there.

It’s beautiful, but soon enough, the monotony gets to him. It’s nothing like the city, with its bright lights and forever bustle, and eye spy isn’t fun by himself. Jimmy ends up rolling up his hoodie and shoving it under his head, then lying back and falling asleep.

Somehow, the trip passes mostly uneventfully. He’d done a decent bit of research at a library computer (which had flashed error screens halfway through his scouring of train depot maps) and knows that this train will take him almost all the way to his destination, leaving him with a two day walk into town and then a day of walking to reach his rental. The walking part he’s fairly confident about, and there’s a couple of printed-off maps stuffed into his hoodie pocket to guide him. What he’d been worried about was the train.

The train doesn’t break down, though. The most that happens is a couple of bags split open, grain spilling everywhere. Jimmy doesn’t think too hard about it, just hugs his backpack a little closer to himself. He always gets a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when his power manifests these days.

He hopes, if Lizzie’s alive, that she’s all right.

She hadn’t been found, either. The last time she’d been seen was by some friends at band after school on that fateful day. She’d vanished off the face of the earth, much like he had.

Jimmy swallows back the tears that burn at the corners of his vision. He can’t. He can’t think about her. He can’t think about his past at all. He just has to—he has to get away from everyone so that he never hurts anyone ever again, and then everything will become okay.

He sneaks off the train at his stop (a small depot, a couple of houses spread about and a place for the train to stop), slipping and faceplanting in the dust. He stumbles back up, hikes his backpack further up on his shoulders, and starts walking, through the tiny settlement and then along the side of the freeway that cuts through it.

There’s a gas station about three hours into his walk, thank goodness. He’s been out of water for far longer than he predicted, ever since his water bottle cracked down the side five hours ago, forcing him to drink all he could until the bottle was empty. At the gas station, he purchases a six-pack of cheap water and a pre-packaged pastry.

The pastry is moldy, of course. He eats around the black spots.

A two day walk. Into town, at least. Then another day to get to his rental. And after that. . . .

Jimmy’s not really sure what’s left of his life after that. Unless he can figure out how to control his powers, he’s stuck out in the middle of nowhere forever. He’ll have to become a farmer or something, raise chickens and grow food for himself so that he never has to subject the town to his misfortune.

For the first time, Jimmy stops to think about his long-term plans.

For the first time, Jimmy wonders if he should be alive.

-

The house sucks.

The fridge doesn’t work. There’s missing shingles on the roof, and the first time it rains the ceiling leaks all over the threadbare carpet in the living room. The air conditioning won’t turn on, and two weeks into living there the ceiling fan just falls out of the ceiling, narrowly avoiding crushing him (he walks away with some smarting scratches on his legs).

There’s some technically good things, he supposes. For instance, he gets pretty good at using a screwdriver after the cabinet doors and the doorknobs repeatedly fall off. Having a bed is nicer than sleeping on the ground, as he’s been doing for quite some time now. Even if the bedframe collapses on him during his second week. And rent is cheap!

Once a week, the city bus comes by to the bus stop a couple minutes out from the house, near the water tower (most workers at the water plant ride the bus to work), and when Jimmy eventually works up the courage (and entirely runs out of food), he rides it into town.

He doesn’t have enough money to last him forever. He can maybe survive for a year out here on what he has. If he starts a garden, though, gets some chickens like he planned. . . .

Jimmy goes back to the house with an armful of groceries, ten packets of seeds, and three chickens following him. It’s just getting to gardening season, so it’s the ideal time to set something up.

The work of turning the dirt with the rusted rake he finds in the garage is hard, but feels so unbelievably good. It’s awfully nice to have something to do, something that isn’t moping around the house, trying not to destroy everything he touches. He feels like he has something of a purpose, a purpose to plant a sustaining garden and raise three chickens and make something out of the profits.

If things go well, and he becomes less dangerous, maybe he can set up at a farmer’s market. Less exposure to the outside world than an actual job, so less chance of hurting anyone. Still bringing in a bit of money, enough to hopefully keep up with his rent.

His rake strikes a rock, which flies up and hits him square between the eyes. Right. Less planning for the impossible, more cultivating a garden.

For the second time, leaning on the handle of the rake as he rubs his forehead, Jimmy wonders if he’s meant to be alive.

-

By some stroke of luck, all goes . . . well.

The garden isn’t the best garden ever. The chickens are, perhaps, a bit more scraggly than the average chicken, their eggs more often rotten than not by the time Jimmy gets to them. But he can survive off of it, and for a teenage boy, he feels pretty proud of himself.

And he starts to settle in.

Maybe he can make this work. He can . . . he can just be a recluse, maybe work some sort of online job to pay the bills, survive off of his own garden and animals. If he saves up, he could maybe get a goat or two. Goats give milk, right? Edible milk? Having some milk would be nice.

It’s that autumn, of course, when things start to go wrong.

He’s heading into town for the first time in over a month, hungering for something other than bitter lettuce and tomatoes and eggs and Malt O’ Meal (his last box had run out that morning). Maybe he can spare some money on a frozen pizza (he knows he won’t—he’d already made a list for bread ingredients, a cookbook, and plenty of peanut butter and jelly).

The town feels . . . empty. He doesn’t pass anyone out walking or kids playing in yards, houses shuttered and doors closed. There are only three cars in the grocery store’s parking lot, and one of them is an employee.

The groceries are overpriced, but Jimmy doesn’t have any other choices. He’s thirsty, too, and stops for a bottle of water before heading to the single employee for checking out, but the shelves for bottled drinks are bare.

The cashier checks him out with an apology—

“Sorry, we’ll be getting more water on Tuesday, when the shipment comes in. If you can’t hold out until then, I’ve heard that our Belton location has some. Stay safe.”

And that, more than anything else, really worries Jimmy.

The library’s closed (it must be a holiday, or a weekend, or something), but there’s a newspaper box at the bus stop. It cracks open at his touch, so he takes a paper without paying and reads while he waits for the bus, hoping that it’s recent enough to have some news about what’s with the water.

As it turns out, it’s on the first page.

Hundreds ill. Contaminated water. Reports from analyzing labs that indicate that any water from the tap is deadly—as soon as it enters the water tower it becomes contaminated, but they’ve tried disinfecting the tower or gathering rainwater or taking it straight from the treatment plant, but nothing works. Anyone who drinks any water gets sick.

And Jimmy knows, instinctively, that it’s because of him.

After all, he lives within walking distance of the treatment plant.

It’s there, waiting for the bus, that Jimmy decides that he can’t stay here. He’d always known, deep down, that it wouldn’t work out. He’d hoped, of course. He’d hoped that the creaky old house could have contained him, held him there. That maybe he wouldn’t be dangerous if all he could hurt was himself.

Clearly, nowhere is far enough away. Even when he separates himself from civilization as much as possible, he can’t escape hurting people. He can’t escape himself.

He doesn’t move away immediately, though he’s so disgusted with himself (he can see the water tower through his window, and the now-frequent workers trying to fix it) that he wishes he could. Instead, he spends a week harvesting what he can—a few limp handfuls of lettuce and about a dozen tomatoes—and fixes what he can on the house.

When the time comes to leave, he doesn’t take the bus. He walks, his chickens following along behind, until he reaches the town.

Jimmy lifts the chickens one by one into someone’s backyard, leaving them a couple of tomatoes to eat until their new owner finds them.

He feels lucky that he hadn’t managed to kill his chickens. He really did come to love them—he had built the shoddiest of coops out of spare wood from his shed, and he’d petted each of them on the head every day, and frequently carried one around when he was too lonely to do anything. They can’t come back to the city with him, though—he’s sure that they wouldn’t survive the trip.

For back to the city is where Jimmy is headed. He’d considered just wandering, a vagrant, but he doesn’t exactly have the skills for that. He doesn’t know anything about scavenging or hunting, he hates stealing from people who aren’t already well-off, and he’s been feeling unwell for the past couple of days. He can’t survive wandering the country.

And in the city, there’s . . . well, there are more people to hurt, but there are more people to fix his problems. More places for people to go for help.

And maybe he can do some good instead of just isolating himself, get a job where he can be helpful. Balance out some of his karma.

Or maybe the train he hitchhikes on will crash and burn and he’ll die.

Jimmy’s not sure which would be preferable.

[beardedmrbean]

If you were secretly that big of an asshole and you had the money why not get personal security?

I guess he does have the money, not in cash but still.

Considering how many people would likely be very happy to punch him in the face it does make some sense.

Meanwhile in the unproblematic world of Keanu Reeves

Oh lord, this is too funny, ahh sad Keanu.

I gotta balance out the negative jimmy falon crap tho.

I've seen the video of this, anyone but Keanu and a very few others would have gone and waited in the first class lounge, Keanu hops in a van and gets everyone snacks at a gas station.

This went a oddish way, but I think it's a improvement over just talking about a terribly unfunny man being a douche.

I think most will agree

[valenthario]

'cause you know I'll be right there beside you riding through all these western nights

JIMMY DUTTON. SHE/HE. FOUNDER OF THE DUTTON LEGACY.

loyal. rancher. mean 🏇 championship rider

jimmy had to just leave. that's it. money has never been easy for her family, resulting in all of them getting into very shady situations just for some quick cash. jimmy still has all the scars he got from getting beaten up when he tried to get by for the week. she's had enough, so he picked up her late grandfather's old truck and hit the road as soon as she graduated from willow creek high. passing by all the towns, stopping here and there for years on end had finally worn him out. now, as a twenty-eight year old, who has had enough life experience under his belt, he's yearning for a place to just settle down in. going east on a highway from strangerville, she stumbled upon the quaint town of chestnut ridge. he'd grown up watching all sorts of horse championships on the tv, dreaming of one day becoming a full fledged equestrian. of course, those dreams have been left in the past a long time ago... but, oh well, maybe? would it be so bad if her little 6 year old heart would finally be satisfied?

[gumdytoonsen]

I made fanart for MrBeast (Jimmy Donalson) He is a Famous Youtuber Who Makes Game Challenges to Earn Money He gives away everything like:

Cars

Cash

Prizes His own Products like:

The Burger and Chocolate Chain He is also recognized for building 100 Wells

Schools

Energy

Internet Access and Houses in Africa but He arrived in Latin America to Save From the Heavy Rains and Hurricane Beryl Causing Damage in Every Poor Town Now He Built 100 Houses in Latin American Countries as:

🇨🇷Costa Rica

🇬🇹Guatemala In collaboration with the Government of Bernado Arevado

🇯🇲Jamica

🇸🇻El Salvador in collaboration with the Government of BUKELE Causing Salvadorans Peoples and Families to cry with happiness for their help and gifts of Chocolates

Soccer Fields

and Balls But also

🇲🇽Mexico

🇨🇴Colombia

And 🇦🇷Argentina I am glad that this American Youtuber Millionaire He says that He is going to be President of the United States but to be President you have to be 32 years old MrBeast Thank you very much for giving away the 100 houses in El Salvador I hope you come to

🇭🇳Honduras In collaboration with Shi Fujiyama, Copeco, the secretary of education and the Government of President Xiomara Castro May God Almighty Bless

MR BEAST IS GREAD

[dxsole]

🙂 WHO'S USING WHO | @filthystill

"No man wants to die before his time." Not Jimmy and certainly not Thoth.

"But yes, it seems our mutual friends are very particular about their grudges. It's a flaw in their thinking— they see letting things go as weakness." Thoth does not feel the same. Any slight against him was taken into his hand, carefully inspected, pros and cons weighed, larger picture looked at. Oftentimes he will come to the conclusion that some people shouldn't be given a second thought. Giving in to one's rage after an offense is more of a weakness than anything else in his ruthless world.

"In your case, they saw it fitting to attack you in cold blood. See, I wouldn't have bothered; you were on your lonesome. A danger to yourself more so than anyone else." Fingers steeple beneath his chin. "A business cannot hold grudges. It's no good for the bottom line. A mob, a pack of wolves, as the are, they unfortunately remember all the offenses and seek blood for them."

For all his holier-than-thou preaching, it does beg the question; why get involved if it's not personal?

Jimmy can stare with his shark eyes all he wanted. Thoth has eaten shark in a venue Jimmy couldn't even get into with all the money in the world, because even after all these years he's still just a street kid. Someone's unwanted son. He was stained with it and Thoth can smell it on him. He may not want to admit it, but Jimmy has more in common with the Russians than he ever could with Thoth.

"James," He calls his little problem child, making a fuss for attention. "I am not so much getting in the middle of this conflict as I am," Hands spread open. "supervising an investment."

Because he can afford to fund the Russian's little coup. But he expects a massive return for his contribution. Once they're sated with stamping out Jimmy and his associates, Thoth can lean on them. Cash in all those favors they're now indebted to. Cripple them.

And then there's one less operation to deal with. "Now, the success of the investment rests solely on how costly it'll be to put you down; I personally have no problem with you. I harbor no ill will, you understand. You are as insignificant to me as I am to you."

It's all a game. Investments. Alliances. Moving of pawns. Games, games, games. "The longer you live, the more they owe me. The more I own them." Lips curl into a smile. "So play the game, son. I'm betting on you."

[thesimonkshow]

The Little Tag Team Match That Could

Tonights WWE PLE Fastlane has received some criticism for not having a good enough build & only relying on Cena’s star power to sell tickets, however there is a surprise match that could help set the scene for the Road to WrestleMania & it’s the match that will open up the show: Damian Priest & Finn Bálor vs. Cody Rhodes & Jey Uso.

The WWE Universe was stunned when The Judgement Day stablemates and occasional rivals finally put their petty squabbling to rest at the behest of Women’s World Champion Rhea Ripley and captured the Undisputed WWE Tag Team Championships from beloved fan favourites Kevin Owens & Sami Zayn, however anyone watching how they have dominating the scene on RAW wouldn’t be surprised, they are up with the World Heavyweight Champion Seth ‘Freakin’ Rollins as the stars of Monday nights, so this was bound to happen at some point.

However their reign could potentially come to an end as they face the American Nightmare & Main Event Jey Uso, weeks following their first successful title defence against Owens & Zayn, and the results of this match could shake the table for the tag division, especially considering the truce orchestrated by Ripley & Paul Heyman, which saw Jimmy Uso & Solo Sikoa align with The Judgement Day on last night’s SmackDown.

Let’s discuss what could happen if the tag team of top faces snatch the titles away from The Judgement Day, which could prove costly for Rollins who is in a Last Man Standing match alongside Shinsuke Nakamura as tonights Main Event, his first LMS match in WWE. These matches are hazardous for both champion and challenger and if Rollins retains against the King of Strong Style, he would still be very worse for ware, which could lead Priest to strike as he still has his Money In The Bank contract, but the only reason he would cash in, alongside it being a stipulation match is because he lost the Tag Titles.

Now this could lead to two seperate things happening: Firstly, JD McDonagh (who despite being an ally to The Judgement Day has been a thorn in Priest’s side) could cost him the cash in (either by causing a DQ which leads to Rollins retaining or by stealing the contract inside the briefcase so that Damian has only a brief period of glory before it’s ripped away) & takes his place in the group and alongside Uso & Sikoa, faces the Face Team at Survivor Series: WarGames. McDonagh will eventually face Rollins at WrestleMania 40 & through his mentor Bálor’s nefarious means, he’ll capture the title, only for the bictory to be short lived as Priest seeking revenge, cashes in to become the World Heavyweight Champion, having his big solo moment on The Grandest Stage Of Them All

Secondly, Priest cashes in successfully at Fastlane and becomes the new World Heavyweight Champion. This alongside Dominik Mysterio’s North American Championship recapture on NXT this week + the addition of Uso & Sikoa to the team’s allegiances would lead to Bálor & Mcdonagh battling it out to take the last spot in Team Judgement Day. Now either, Bálor will be chosen and McDonagh in a fit of rage, coats Priest at his next title defence, which will likely be the final RAW of the year which falls on Christmas Day causing him to drop the title to the surprise returning CM Punk (whom despite controversies, is set for a shocking return to WWE & will likely be a member of Team Cody at WarGames, as the event is held in his hometown of Chicago, Illinois)

This could also affect how Team Cody is structured for Survivor Series: WarGames. Initially it looked as if Owens & Zayn would join the team of faces, however last night’s SmackDown, in which John Cena & LA Knight were joined by Rhdoes & Uso caused a massive crowd pop, meaning the status of the remaining members of the team are now thrown up in the air. If Cena & Knight are chosen to be in the team, then Rhodes & Uso would have to win the titles tonight and face Owens & Zayn at Crown Jewel, with the two ultimately pulling themselves from the match due to not being at 100% for the event, or due to their egos being bruised. Drew McIntyre will also likely be approached but will turn them down flat out, which will only add fuel to the fire for the Scotsman’s eventual heel turn. Desperate in needing members, the two will turn to the always reliable faces who will accept and together alongside Punk will most likely win the match.

Rhodes & Uso’s reign will carry on to the Royal Rumble, where against The Street Profits (and their corrupting mentor Bobby Lashley) they’ll duke it out in a brilliant match, only for Jimmy Uso to cost his brother and see the newly formed stable crowned Undisputed WWE Tag Team Champions & this will ultimately lead to Jey eliminating Jimmy from the Royal Rumble, leading to several inter brand swipes that leads to an eventual Uce vs Uce match at WrestleMania 40, whereas Cody will most likely be a factor in a potential match between McIntyre & a returning Randy Orton, whom the former is set on destroying anything his former rival has touched (he’d already taken Riddle away whilst Orton was injured).

After several bursts of heel like behaviour (which will likely continue at the Royal Rumble, where other faces caught in McIntyre’s crosshairs like Uso, Kofi Kingston & Xavier Woods will be eliminated by the Scotsman), McIntyre will finally crack after the Elimination Chamber, where upon being eliminated by Orton, McIntyre will attack Rhodes and cost him the match, fighting against the officials to ultimately put Rhodes on the bench in kayfabe. Rhodes will recover by WrestleMania and be involved in the match, though I’m not sure who the victor would be.

The Street Profits hopeful Royal Rumble victory could also help set the scene for the WWE Women’s Championship match, that is if Charlotte Flair ends up defeating Iyo Sky at Crown Jewel. Member Montez Ford’s wife Bianca Belair has been a decorated champion and a popular character with fans since she debuted back in 2017, competing in the Mae Young Classic. However she has taken a break over the past few months, which will set up a return for the Women’s Royal Rumble. She’ll initially return as the enthusiastically confident face we all know and love, however following loses, she will start to fall under the influence of Ford, his teammate Angelo Dawkins & Lashley, which will lead her to attack Flair and challenge her at WrestleMania 40 for the WWE Women’s Championship.

Belair & Flair have been intense competition in the women’s division and fans have been clamouring to seeing the two facing off on The Grandest Stage Of Them All, especially since their last match together ended in a DQ win for Belair, which cost her a chance at the RAW Women’s Championship. The only way these days to seemingly face Flair in a match at WWE’s flagship event is if it’s for a title, whether Flair is defending or fighting for one and her potential victory at Crown Jewel would signify her 17th reign (Knowing how popular the Saudi Arabian event is with WWE Legends & Flair’s own admission she wants her father Ric to be there when she surpasses his 16 title reigns, sadly the writing seems on the wall for Sky’s reign). Belair also has a reputation to fight for, as she has been undefeated at WrestleMania in singles competition since her debut at WrestleMania 37, her fourth victory coinciding with her fourth title reign in WWE is too good of a coincidence to pass up on.

Now on the other hand, let’s discuss what could happen if The Judgement Day retains their titles, likely due to an assist from Uso & Sikoa. The battling over positions could still occur as usually WarGames matches are 5 on 5 and again, if Bálor or McDonagh are left out, the stories I’ve placed for them above would carry through here, although it would either lead to the titles either being split between brands: DIY (Johnny Gargano & Tommaso Ciampa) for RAW & The OC (Karl Anderson & Luke Gallows) for SmackDown or the titles are left fused together, in which case I don’t know which team would be booked to win them. However the titles would eventually be lost due to McDonagh’s meddling, which leads to the World Heavyweight Champion Priest facing McDonagh in a championship match that also determines who stays in The Judgement Day, which I think Priest should win, but the result could still be up in the air if Hunter books it. If Priest wins & McDonagh is expelled, Bálor will be racked with pain for months leading to him leaving the group and turning face with McDonagh down the line.

HOWEVER with Roman Reigns returning on the Season Premiere of SmackDown this coming Friday, there could be a chance he rips up the alliance between the two, which could lead to Ripley taking the fifth spot (wouldn’t be the first time she fought the men), in which case the last member of Team Cody will be Orton, as the urge the audience has to see Ripley be hit with an RKO has frothed and bubbled over the course of a year). In this case, following Reign’s defence at Crown Jewel against AJ Styles, he’ll probably take Jimmy Uso to task for his subtle imitation of him and punish him with a brutal title match to close out the PLE, Reigns would obviously retain, but it will end off with a scathing promo which is interrupted by a returning CM Punk, setting the stage between both men.

TL;DR: Damian Priest & Finn Bálor vs Cody Rhodes & Jey Uso for the Undisputed WWE Tag Team Championships has the potential to shake up WWE in such a way, it makes up for Fastlane’s lackluster build.

[iamnotcrying-iamallergictolife]

Do you think, in the Time Machine sequence, when Mike said he'd go back to when he took his first bribe, Jimmy was thinking about the Kettlemans? About 'I can't take a bribe', about the first time he showed weakness, about how that weakness, at the end of the day, defined his entire career?

'Upon this rock, I will build my church.' Do you think he's looking back, and realising how right he was? About how his success was defined by, and built from, from the very beginning, duplicity and fraud? About how he was doomed from that moment? His foray into the wilderness that night, and, as far as he was concerned, his death by exposure out in the desert that day? Both with a huge bag of money? It would be impossible for him not to see the parallels there. He's come full circle. Maybe Lalo was the beginning of the end - or maybe the end has been waiting for him from the very, very beginning.

Sure, he had so many other choices along the way, but that was the turning point, really. That moment when he decided to take their bribe, when he lied to himself that it was justified, that he could take a 'retainer' instead. That it wasn't a crime, not really, if he could talk his way out of it. And that's what's made him such a great lawyer, over the years - 'I believe that, until proven guilty, every man, woman and child in this country is innocent.' - he can talk his clients out of anything. And if he can talk his clients out of anything, he can talk himself into anything. It's no surprise that he represents himself in court every time we see him on the other side of the bench - he's always been his own client, justifying his actions to a jury of one. He plays his own judge, his own jury, and, in the end, his own executioner. A man who represents himself in court has a fool for a lawyer. He doesn't know how to play anything but the fool. Half idiot, half crook.

And in the end, he went back to the Kettlemans. They were one of the key pieces of evidence in his and Kim's case against Howard, which lead to Howard's death, and Kim's exit, and the emergence of the Saul Goodman character we see in Breaking Bad.

Do you think that's what he was thinking when he asked Walter White that same question, years later? What was your bribe, huh? What did you trick yourself into believing was right, was just? What do you regret? And Walter sees right through him. Sees his regret, in his story about the slip 'n' fall. This is where he was always going to end up. This is who he's always been - and, ironically, it has always been his desperation to prove everyone wrong about him (with Detectives Dunst and Russo, leading to him tracking down the Kettlemans; with Chuck, leading to his entire career; again, and again, with Kim, Howard, Nacho, everyone), that lead to him proving them all right. 'So... You were always like this?'

For Walter, it was Grey Matter; for Mike, it was a bribe; for Jimmy, it was the Kettlemans. Everyone's got something they regret, the thing that got them in the Game.

'That night, I saw opportunity.' He finally admits to himself and everyone, in the end, that, yes, this is who I am, this is who I was always going to be, this is what you made me. Maybe he realised that, even before he met Walter White, he defined the man he was going to be, the character he was going to create, the church he was going to build, when he took that bag of cash.

[mandy4ever69420]

anemoneway 4.10

debbie is so fucking good. and so debbie. literally all the time forever. 'all i do is look for my family i should get you all ankle bracelets' [to fionas po] '[carl]'s really shy :)' 'i use [the shiv the PO found] for knitting :)' <-immensely based and careful and well executed lies. shes so s10 coded here

carl and bonnie are devastating always and forever. also whoever this little baby actress is is amazing. the way that she's having a ball on this bitch but also very clearly panicking while stealing snacks and chocolate milk w carl.

early in the episode mickey says of mandy's abuser 'its our house why the fuck should she have to leave' . very true observation also 100% related to his need to run away from his house to be away from svetlana constantly. notable how he only ever gets worked up when it's someone else in danger. svetlana was never really abusive but i think there was a pretty good point being made here w mickeys plot about him never being too tough to face that level of manipulation and control. wrt 'i promise you your kids going to be an orphan / hey no domestic abuse take it outside like everyone else' probably supposed to be reminiscent of darvo.

svetlana implicitly taking mickey's side in an argument with kevin about cash is fantasic. her only line in that scene is 'kelly girls' but you can see her angled defensively at kevin when he's heckling mickey for money. also another reason it makes me insane when people will frame mickey pimping in general as 'unethical' bitch are you fucking stupid

really enjoy how kevin was afraid enough of mickey / mickey was direct enough that the fear he experienced at the THOUGHT of mickey showing up was enough to fuck his relationship over in a horrifying traumatic way wrt: grabbing a gun and accidentally firing it in the house. quoth sameen shaw 'we imply [violence]. we may not have to use it'

its so much easier to be amused by sheila when im not trying so hard to like her

fiona's taking a van randomly across state lines was basically untraceable i wonder how far she wouldve gottten if she wasnt half in the door n being a careful committed family person. also this being her main association with 'running away' kind of makes me think her advice to ian in s7 might not have been about jimmy at all but about this. i mean we know mickey would never leave ian at a gas station but he did leave his former cell mate / other friend when he became a liability.

they show up at the police station presumably in hopes that turning herself in will reduce the severity of punishment but im not sure that's true. youre basically just making the cops jobs easier. im not saying its a good idea to just keep dodging but debbie did set up a pretty good lie for you guys with 'i think shes looking for a job or something, im not sure when i saw her last'

lips leap into parentification in the void fiona left behind when she got full up sick to bastard death of her own parentification and had a meltdown into prison is an interesting possibly unintentional foreshadow of lip's breakdown and debbies eventual inevitable role as the 'sue hurry up lts go more muffins what do you WANT' of the household. debbie's dedication to being a parent on purpose and how much older everyone is when she grabs the reigns might cut off the potential of this to be a permanent loop. also interesting how its never ian because ian is always looking outside of the house for places to be a person instead of getting overinvolved in everyones shit.

on the debbie WINS of the day was how she acted about mike's brother robbie. at his apartment. she's so my world