#ooc. js

[officialbruciewayne]

Thoughts on crime that was validated?

Not everything that is right is legal, and not everything that is illegal is wrong.

[cloversplace]

Dally going out at night in Buck’s truck solely looking for Johnny. Finding him curled up in the lot and gently waking him and guiding him back to Buck’s T-Bird. Promising him it’s no trouble at all.

Dally sneaking Steve food in every way he can, making sure he’s eaten at least one full meal a day and nudging him in the ribs until he does.

Dally staying with Two-bit every time he’s at Buck’s. Making sure he doesn’t drink too much and has a safe place to go after. He’s already lost two family members to a car accident, he’s not about to lose another.

Dally waking up first in the Curtis house, making a pot of coffee “just because”, even though it’s clearly for Darry. Getting Pony up in the mornings and making things just a bit easier for him. (He also folds the laundry, but never tells anyone it’s him.)

Dally who tells Soda he’s cared about, who seems to only show up to tell Soda there’s a race going down at Buck’s just when Pony and Darry start going at it. Who tries not to fight in front of him, lord knows that kid has to deal with it enough.

Dally who has stayed up with Pony dozens of times. Holding the boy in his arms on the couch as Pony sobs, saying that he can’t handle it anymore. Dally just holds him, because god dammit he can’t lose another brother.

Dally who gives Johnny a bed at night.

Dally who sneaks apples and bags of chips into Steve’s lunchbox for work.

Dally who dumps out the bottles and pries Two-bit’s hands off of their glass necks.

Dally who tries his hardest to show Superman he’s not alone.

Dally who gives Soda a break from all the screaming to just have a good time for once.

Dally who hides the blades and Aspirin bottles when Pony gets bad again.

Dally who knows how to care about everyone but himself.

Just, Dally.

[percabethdni]

i actually DESPISE how the shameless writers dealt w mickeys reaction to terry dying like how they made mickey crying over it comical like hello ??? they had the opportunity to make it into such a good plot line like there was genuinely so much potential but holy

[fadewalking]

But have we ever considered that part of the reason why Solas was always going to refuse to have a romanced Lavellan join his cause is because he never wanted to ask of her what Mythal asked of him?

[salmsilly]

charles HATES sean so bad. sean brings out a certain anger in charles that is incomprehensible it drives him mad further. because of this (knowing sean drinks so much, he forgets everything the next day), charles has managed to convince a drunk sean to go streaking with farm pigs in the mud.

sean obliges, passes out, and wakes up the next day confused to where he is, hungover as hell, with an angry farmer yelling at him to leave his property.

[qtboni]

CONSEQUENCES — "He couldn't bring himself to admit it, but the truth was he was terrified. He had fought in countless battles, but nothing had prepared him for this."

With Simon Riley, he and the reader (can be gn/fem idc) have an argument, the first argument. It's not a big deal but Ghost starts to get terrified, he thinks she's going to break up with him. so while he's "If it's the end, please, let me know" she's like "baby i just got mad, i didn't stop wanting you"

pleasee♥️

╰﹒ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

┆ ⤿ 💌 ⌗ 1K CELEBRATION ☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

CHOSEN DRABBLE: "He couldn't bring himself to admit it, but the truth was he was terrified. He had fought in countless battles, but nothing had prepared him for this."

W/C: 1.5K

"Listen, Simon," You desperately called out his name, trying to break his focus, trying so hard to keep a calm and collected tone, but your voice trembling gave away your worries. "Please just hea-"

"I don't need to hear it from you," He interjected with an uncaring tone, cutting you off mid-sentence. His words cut like a knife, and you felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. "It's none of your business."

"What?" You squeaked, your voice barely audible. Your heart was pounding, and you felt a lump form in your throat. Your hands were shaking, and you didn't dare to move or make a sound, as if the very act of breathing might anger him more.

"I don't think you get it," He snarled, his voice laced with anger and frustration. Glaring at you with a furious expression, his fist clenched tightly, and his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I can't tell you everything you want me to say or open or shits like that."

You took a deep breath before speaking again, trying to stay calm and collected despite the hurt you felt. "I know it can be hard for you to talk about your feelings. I really do understand," you began, your voice gentle and understanding. "But when I feel like you're keeping things from me, it hurts." You looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would hear you this time.

"Keeping things from you?!" Simon asked incredulously, his voice increasing in volume and making you flinch. His eyes were wide and intense as he stared you down. The anger and hostility in his voice was palpable, and it left you feeling small and hurt. "Bloody hell, can't you just leave me alone about this? You're the one getting emotional here, not me."

His words felt like a slap in the face, and you recoiled as if he had hit you. You regained your composure quickly, but the pain in your heart was still there. You felt insulted, anger even, and your voice reflected that when you spoke next.

"The fuck, Simon?!" you exclaimed, your voice rising in volume as your emotions boiled over. You felt like he didn't care about your feelings, and it was making you feel unseen and unheard. "I'm trying to find a compromise and you're not listening to me!"

Simon's words had cut deep, and the anger and hurt in your heart only grew as the argument continued. You realized that there was no way of getting through to him, no way of making him understand your emotions and your point of view. But.. you still want to try. So, you took a deep breath.

"Simon, I love you, you know I do," You said gently and he perked up to the sound of your exhausted tone as he sees the anguish written all over your face. He looks at you, trying to read your mind, but all you can do is shake your head as to not let the tears fall. "But I can't keep doing this."

Your words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of years of unresolved conflict and pain. You couldn't keep fighting like this, couldn't keep having these arguments that led nowhere and only caused hurt. Simon's expression crumbles, and he starts to break slowly, unable to contain the emotions that have built up inside him.

It seemed as though all his carefully curated thoughts and words had been reduced to ashes in his tongue, leaving him with nothing but shock and disbelief. As he looked at you, his eyes wide and unblinking, you saw a brief flicker of hurt flash across his expression before settling back into that stoic calm of a mask he always has.

"Alright, I..." His voice trails off as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again, meeting your gaze with a mix of shame and resignation. He hesitates for a second, the words seeming to get lost in his throat before finally managing to speak. "I'm sorry. Just.. if that's what you want.. I'll move out tomorrow..."

'Huh? Move out?' It was the only thing that crossed your mind as you processed Simon's sudden declaration. Your jaw dropped as he turned and walked away before you even had a chance to understand what he said. Taken aback by his abrupt response, you bolted after him.

As you reached out and placed a hand on Simon's shoulder, you spoke to him from behind as he turned away from you. "No, Simon," your voice choked with emotion, "I didn't mean it like that. I don't want to leave you just because of this. We can... We have so much more time to understand each other. I just..." Your words trailed off for a moment as you took in his tense stance, his head down, shoulders hunched. "I don't want you to leave me out."

It was a moment of tense silence before the sound of quiet sniffling reached your ears, followed by the soft, almost rhythmic shaking of his shoulders. The sound was deafening inside the room, and your chest tightened with a mixture of hurt and pity. You softly called out to him, hoping to break the silence.

Turning him towards you slowly, you felt a lump form in your throat as your eyes locked with his, the pain and anguish etched into his face clear as day. Simon's eyes were red and there were tears slowly streaming down his face, streaking down his cheeks. He was shaking as you gently took his hands in yours, his eyes locked on yours, searching for something, anything, to calm him.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered softly, cradling your cheeks and pulling you close to him. His eyes filled with regret and sadness as he brought you into his arms, and you felt his body tense and shake, the emotion behind his words evident.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper, but you could feel the weight of his guilt and regret. His chest rose and fell with his breaths as he held you close, and you could feel his heart race as he tried to swallow back his emotions.

He looked into your eyes, his gaze soft, filled with both sincerity and a hint of sadness. "I hear you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "It's just that-" he paused, his voice trailing off. "It's hard for me," he finally continued, "To be open. But-" his voice was filled with determination, as he took a deep breath before continuing, "But I'm willing to try... to try to be better for you."

"Oh.." you muttered, leaning in to kiss his forehead. Your fingers traced patterns on his skin as you looked into his eyes. The expression on his face was a mix of shock, guilt, and relief.

It was a relief to him to finally be able to say and do something, anything to make things right. And with every gentle stroke of your fingers, he could feel the weight of your love, the compassion in your eyes as you looked at him, and he felt the walls surrounding his heart crumbling, slowly and steadily.

It was a strange, yet welcome feeling, this sense of vulnerability and openness. He closed his eyes as you brought your foreheads together, the silence in the room seeming to stretch on forever.

"Simon.. thank you.." The words fell like snowflakes in the silent room, filling it with warmth and reassurance. It was his reminder of your love in him, the trust you placed in him to make things right again. Even if he was in the wrong. And the sight of tears coming out of your eyes was enough for him to lean in and wrap his arms around you, holding you close.

"It's going to be hard," you whispered, the sincerity in your voice evident. Your eyes met his as you spoke, and you could see the weight of his guilt in them, the strain of his emotions. But you also saw a glimmer of hope, a small spark that told you that there was a chance of making things right. "Just know that I'll be here with you every step of the way, okay?"

This was your way of telling Simon that you were committed to helping him, that you would be his rock, his anchor. 'I don't deserve you.'

Erasing the negative thoughts clouding his mind, Simon leaned in and kissed your lips in response. The kiss was soft and tender, a way of expressing his gratitude for you being there for him in his time of need, for your understanding and support.

"I love you..." His lips lingered on yours for a moment, before he finally pulled away with a look of love and appreciation in his eyes. It was a fresh start for him. "Thank you."

One where he felt as though he had finally found the motivation to make the necessary changes - to open up to you more and this relationship.

A/N: another angst story guys wow 😍☝️‼️ I rlly love torturing yall sm its how i show my love frfr /j

[wwiked]

wanted to take a break from the snapshots and somehow completely redesigned all of their outfits + looks so i js look like a massiVE CLOWN RIGHT NOW ….. jigoku-sensei is kinda the only one that stayed the same except i gave him the flap thing that fuguku has but with the hyuuga clan’s….crest…… things…..

its very scatterbrained but ill be making a HUGE post with all of the hcs i have for the clans and minor ones since team 4 is placed in an au-ish??? timeline in the naruto verse … kishimito did a lot of things wrong and im gonna FIX IT

yum wip

[scrawdragon]

when bro’s tryna clock you in an argument but he just mispronounced about three words in one sentence

[irl-batsignal]

Bringing over pizza what toppings you want

@jean-paul-azrael

everything except olives, i'm not picky at all

[tvlandofficiall]

another esoteric fanfic about two characters with three fans each having an unhealthy relationship with one another that inevitably does not last from ME!

[fartp00py]

JOHNNY/GORD HCS

— I think itd be obvious but they arent the healthiest, its those Two, but they learn together

— gord fell first, johnny fell (much) harder

— When theywake up tg, Gord calls johnny really shitty names that would never describe him; like sunshine, cs it pisses johnny off

^ Gord is a morning person, johnny is absolutely not, so hes almost always awake before johnny, and Gord is almost always asleep before him

— gord dressed johnny up in like the preppies style one time it was awful for johnny but fun for gord

— when they first started “dating” (aka; had this weird enemies/freudns with benefits situation) it was horrid, consistent fighting and arguing, not being able to make things work even when both knew deep down they wanted to

^ i think its because they were both nervous in a way, johnny more than gord because how could he go and be so vulnerable with the guy that practically finished his last relationship off

and because of that he got defensive, cruel, tried to ruin things before they even could start

and gord, after so many tries, didnt know if he even wanted to try anymore, and evn though he knew he was in too deep, he backed off

Johnny, now with time to himself realized that he couldnt just leave it like that, and though hes not super in touch with his emotions, needingto be all masculine and What Not, he too realized that he was too far gone, that if he wanred it he couldn’t just leave it hanging for much longer

— Kept it on the LOWWW LOW because aftwr they both just so happened to stop their thing with lola, it already seemed a little odd 🤔

— as healthy as unhealthy can be, its possessive (we know johnny) ( we also know gord 😮‍💨😬) and when they argue its loud and cruel and neither of them seem to hold back, but theyll make up eventually

— gord likes to wash johnnys hair

— wven though gord doesnt seem to be a huge smoker, he tends to a little more when johnny is around

— the adjustment from relationships usually considered rough (although im sure lola and johnny and their sweet moments 😊) was odd, because gord seemed to be unusually gentle

^ and most things in john nys life hadnt typically been from the start; growing up alone, fending for himself, etc. The world hadnt seemed to be too kind to him. So when gord can take his hand, kiss all his knuckles without a second thought, and whisper stupid, sweet things, Johnny barely knew what to think

— now something ive always believed is that johnny isnt a huge ‘i love you’ person. its just difficult for him to say it; in most cases he’ll find a way to show it, platonic or not. all his friends know how he feels

^ the first i love you took a while, and they both knew before it was said

i think realistically gord would have said it first but if we say johnny happened to be drinking then it was him and thats what id like to believe cs it makes me laugh a little im ngl

Ok im ending these here i’ll probably do more eventually because i feel like i didnt expand on the more rough sides of the rs and lord knows they arent all sunshine and rainbows

[forsaken-fates]

They need some enrichment.

*Throws a set of origami papers and an origami book full force through the TV and into their faces. Most of the paper are solid colours, but they each have their own exclusive patterned papers.*

*Guest gets some camo patterns, Chance gets the four card suits, Elliot has some of pizza slices or toppings, Shedletsky gets paper with SFOTH-reminiscent swords (though it isn’t exactly them), and Builderman ends up with caution tape and hardware tool patterns*

>[Elliot takes the paper and folds it to make a simple butterfly, delicately placing it on the counter as a decoration.]

"Finally, some variety. I was getting bored from having nothing to do..."

>[Guest, on the other hand, hesitantly accepts the paper and stares at it for a while, seemingly confused.]

"Thanks, but, uh... I don't really know how to do origami..."

>[He tries his best to do a crane but fails, ending up creating... something that definitely wasn't what he intended. Man, he really should've listened to Matt those times he tried to teach him how to fold some stuff...]

>[Chance seemed like he knew what he was doing, folding the origami in different ways before he eventually made two sets of flower origamis. He holds them up to the Asker.]

"Hehe... It's been a while since I've made something like this Looks like I still got it."

>[He looks around. No one else to show it to...]

>[Shedletsky was confused at first, only going as far as making an "X" crease across the paper, before looking over at Builderman, who seemed to already be working on something.]

"... You know how to do origami?"

"Yeah. Got bored one time and decided to learn how to do a few stuff."

"Can you teach me? I wanna make one."

"... Alright. You'll need a lot of patience for it, though."

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

A notification flashes across phone screens everywhere throughout NRC. The radio podcast, NRTea has gone live once more!

"Hello, hello, dearest listeners! And welcome to another episode of NRTea, the hottest tea party on sages island! I'm your host, Chamomile-"

"and I am Earl Grey"

"And oh boy do we have a story for you today! Take it away, Earl!"

"...alright.

As of late, there have been brambles spiralling up and encasing parts of the Ramshackle dorm. The brambles themselves seem generally harmless, as do the roses that fall from them, but if you prick yourself on the thorns, it would be quite an unpleasant sensation, so I'd suggest exercising some extra caution when visiting for now."

"Yup, yup! If you've got a friend or two living in the dorm out there, go check on em and make sure they're doing okay!"

"I know I myself must check in on my dearest companions soon..."

"Well that's it for now! We've been your hosts, Chamomile-"

"And Earl Grey,"

"And this has been NRTea. Stay thirsty, dear listeners!"

The stream continues on for a bit before cutting off, though.

"Hey... James?"

"Yes?"

"Y'know how Yuna has been locking up lately and stuff? Says she's been super sick recently."

"Mhm... It's quite concerning, if I am being honest. I haven't seen her for a while..."

"...I wonder if Yuna is alright. I hope she doesn't get hurt with all those brambles."

"...Me too, Lewis. Me too."

(✨YUNA OVERBLOT STUFF YAHOO!!!

-✨mod, @night-raven-miscellany. Technically James and Lewis, too, but I haven't been adding them fhdjfj)

Kiyuu stared down at her phone with a frown as the podcast ended. She didn't say anything, prompting Aros to speak up from behind her.

"...Lucky you haven't been over there for a while, isn't it?"

He spoke, giving Kiyuu a faint smile, leaning in just a little closer while dabbing a makeup brush into the eyeshadow pallette in his hand, before applying it, making slightly quicker movements than previously, already being able to tell what Kiyuu was thinking.

They both knew the signs by now from even just a glance. With the context the podcast had accidentlly given... Something bad was about to happen. That much they could tell.

His expression morphed back into a frown as he watched how Kiyuu's face seemed to go through a cycle of conflicting emotions, confirming what he'd thought.

"...Yuuto's close by, though. And he definitely won't hesitate to head straight for Ramshackle once he suspects something's happening..."

There was more silence, only disturbed by the quiet sounds of rummaging through makeup and supplies from Aros. They'd been in the middle of testing out some makeup samples Aros had been sent for a promotion when they'd decided to tune into NRTea's podcast in the background.

"...Would you like me to quickly finish applying your makeup before we go?"

Aros offered, picking up an eyelash curler, and tilting Kiyuu's head up gently with his pointer finger.

"But-"

"Ah- Let me finish now. If you're worried about time, I'll change up our plan, do something quick, yet effective, instead. Don't stress out more than you need to. It won't do you any good."

"Mmh... Okay then. I'd- really like that. Thank you..."

Kiyuu conceeded softly, a silent exchange of gratitude from Kiyuu between them, Aros nodding in response, expression neutral as he continued.

"...Heh. I bet he's real excited right now. I worry a lot for him when he does this sort of thing, y'know. Just doing whatever he wants with no consideration to anyone else's feelings..."

Kiyuu mumbled, an underlying bitterness that she never quite felt wholeheartedly in her voice.

"That's just how he is. The only thing for us to do now is help them both out, hm?"

"Ah- right..! Yuna, I heard their name was, I think... I hope they're alright..."

"As do I."

Aro's commented as he stood, reaching instinctively for his hand mirror, handing it to Kiyuu as he hastily, yet still neatly, tidied up his supplies.

"Satisfactory?"

He asked, turning his head around to gauge Kiyuu's opinion.

"Yeah! More than, for sure."

Kiyuu agreed, handing back the mirror. She felt a little better now, the familiar feeling of her makeup calming her nerves ever so slightly.

After a few short moments she stood, hastily reaching to fix up her hair into a more practical fashion.

"Okay! Okay. Let's go! We shouldn't waste anymore time."

She announced, projecting bounds more confidence than she actually felt.

"Yes, let's. Perhaps we'll even arrive before anything too disastrous occurs on either party's end..."

Aros responded. Though somehow, they both doubted that much of a miricle would happen for them today...

[girlshambogames]

drastics.

[batdaddylol]

“What was the original idea for what would happen with this blog?”

[livingdeadhorse]

Li-Young Lee, "A Hymn to Childhood//#6—AroarA//@/heavensghost //Sonia Sanchez, from Shake Loose My Skin//Fiona Apple (Spin Magazine 1997)//Sean O’Casey, Red Roses for Me//mahogany l. browne on meditation

Ok so felt the need to add a bit of a disclaimer that I’m a singlet. I did a bit of digging into DID/OSDD systems and specifically their different opinions on the Fukawas and it was a bit…divisive. Some were strictly against the idea of a host/body, others had different ideas about who the host/body was, etc etc in short: I worry that I maybe portrayed them in a harmful manner and if I did, please let me know so I can either fix it, or delete the post entirely. Mb for the rant but yk