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[of-the-eventide]

a famous cowboy turned simple farmer for the sake of their son finds themselves in company with a mercenary who wishes for a fresh start...

auraugust 2024 - frontier

[teetlezhere]

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[daiki1k]

R O U N D 1 ?

im so scared right now.

[untilyouremember]

Rainbow Days

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camila   mendes.     she / they.     demi   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   rosario  ' rio '   jacinto   ,   most   likely   listening   to   scatterbrain   by   emei   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty - six   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -vindictive   yet   +ambitious   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   having   more  prosecco  than   necessary  in  her  aperol  spritz   ,   obscene   collection   of   chewed  to  death   pen  caps   ,    eucalyptus  leaves  hung  up  in  her  shower   ,   iced   coffees  with  brown  sugar  syrup  and  whole  milk   ,   followed   by   good   girl   blush   elixir  by   caroline   herrera   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   getting   caught   doing   the   walk   of  shame   out   of   one  of  her  client's  apartment   building   with   clothes   and   hair   looking   quite   the   mess   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  (   five   ,   twenty - seven   ,   they / she   ,   est   .   )

cw: death mention under " more about rio "

✶ basics ❜

name: rosario gimenes jacinto ; nickname: rio , ro , rosey ; birthday: october 27 ; age: twenty - six ; pronouns: she / they ; gender: demi - woman ; orientation: bisexual & demi - romantic ; occupation: sports agent

✶ appearance ❜

faceclaim: camila mendes ; current hair color: black ; eye color: dark brown ; height: 6'0 / 156 cm ; piercings: each ear lobe pierced twice ; tattoos ( listed in chronological order of when they got them done ): a slew of dainty sparkles , stars , and a moon on her fingers and back of her hands , a fine line sword on her left thumb , divine written in her own handwriting on her right hip , a sleeping cherub on a cloud on the back her left arm

✶ personality ❜

big three: scorpio sun , virgo moon , virgo ascendant ; more notable chart placements: scorpio mercury , sagittarius venus , sagittarius mars ; mbti: entj ; moral alignment: neutral good ; positive personality traits: incredibly passionate about any aspect in their life , will most likely ramble on and on about their most recent project or signing – in a very girl boss kind of manner tbh , excellent at communicating and strategizing – she's a sports agent .. of course she's good at figuring out how to make sure things work out in her favor ; neutral personality traits: has a deep desire for security in any aspect of their life really – pretty vocal when expressing her desires , ; negative personality traits: has a tendency to be vindictive – please watch out .. do her wrong and it's probably the last thing you'd want to do , easily overwhelmed due to stress , quick temper – which she may or may not have gotten from her father .. but for the most part it's more bark than bite so

✶ more about rio ❜

born in san francisco , ca , rio was born as the eldest child to sports agency owner , otto jacinto , and philanthropist , renata jacinto ( nee gimenes ). from the agency's first clients to their staff , jj sports is a family business. since it was founded by both her father and grandfather , they've always had the motto ' family first ' engraved into their business plan. and so that mentality followed them into their key clients , to treat them how you would family – with the best interests being the forefront of whatever decisions are being made. that's the kind of attitude rio has , relentless when it comes to her clients. if they think they deserve a certain kind of resigning contract then rio will fight tooth and nail in negotiations for that. only the best for jj sports clients. generally has a good relationship with her family. they have a few younger siblings – both biological and adopted. works with a number of her cousins , both as colleagues and clients. being the eldest granddaughter of the owner is what you expect it to be , the pressure to be the perfect kid that'll eventually run the family business some day ... if not for the ridiculous clause for her to inheritance. if only the media could have gotten the shot of rio's face as the lawyer read her grandfather's will ... " for my beloved granddaughter , rosario , you will make great strides once you join your father into leading this company. as you know , we make sure that family is the center of jj sports. without our family , this dream would have not survived as long as it has. there is a great deal to be learned once you have a family , values that you'll develop through the experiences you share with your family. that is why i believe that you'll do extraordinary things for this company. you've learned most things through watching and living with the jacintos. i wish you find more than what is confined inside the walls of the new york office of jj sports. that is why in order for you to take the next steps to lead the agency alongside your father , you must marry. i fear that unchecked ambition from your other family members will slowly deteriorate what your father and i have built. if this clause is not met by the time your father decides to retire , i'm afraid leadership will have to be passed down to your uncle. and we both know what he's capable of. let that be a warning , rio. " now what the actual hell was that ? in what world did marriage solve a damn thing ? family values ? life lessons ? rio damn near flipped the coffee table in front of her if her mother didn't hold a firm grip on her knee. get married , have a family. if you don't , you have to watch your slimy uncle take what is meant to be yours. what kind of drama is this and why did her grandfather choose to pull this kind of bullshit on her ? her job was her life. her family was more than enough. now she has to add on finding a partner ? sick and actually twisted if you asked her. it wasn't that she wasn't trusting when it came to relationships ... they were just something she knew that if they were to work out , the emotional connection has to be deep. thanks grandpa , really decided to do me a solid here.

✶ wanted connections ❜

please y'all ... i'm grasping onto straws and my head is so empty. i'm open to anything ! she's lived in new york for about four years now

[koko-na-d]

Look here - Dark & Wild - Bts

[disappearinginq]

First Sentences Game

Tagged by @dragonnan and @itsjustdg

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. Tagging 10 people up front: @buckky, @amandagaelic, @21forestglades, @altschmerzes, @vix-has-arrived,  @lovelucigoosey, @authorangelita, @djclawson, @cuppachar, anddd.....anyone else who writes and wants to play? 

So does this mean I do 20? Do I have 20? ::shrug:: Guess we’ll find out - and I’m not using the ones already published unless I run out of WIPs (which don’t have titles, just the idea that inspired them sooo...). 

1. 9-1-1 - mistaken for related prompt

“What’s it like working with your dad?” It wasn’t the first time someone made the mistake. It was admittedly an easy one to make - while they didn’t look exactly alike, there was enough overlap for people to make the assumption just based off similar features. Buck’s hair was a little darker, which Hen liked to tease the reason for was only the lack of gray hairs - most of which Buck gave Bobby himself. Their eyes were a little different, Buck with his electric blue that almost everyone noticed first, and Bobby’s a darker hazel. They were almost the same height, the same build, but mostly though, it was how they interacted. Buck hadn’t referred to Bobby as ‘Pops’ in awhile, especially not in public, but there was a familial ease which Buck would tease and Bobby would tolerate. Most people assumed the firehouse was like the military - the Captain was treated with absolute authority, and a chain of command followed. They naturally assumed that the youngest of the group wouldn’t be so familiar with their boss unless they were related. It was an easy mistake. It’d been made many times, though usually by someone in passing where either one of them could easily pretend like they hadn’t heard it, or smile and shrug it off with a simple head shake. But Career Day in front of a bunch of fourth graders was like sitting in front of a CIA interrogation.

2. 9-1-1 Buck and animals prompt

"Hey...Cap?" Buck asked hesitantly. "I have sort of a weird question. How do you convince a bird to leave the nest?" Bobby frowned, trying not to smile at the dead seriousness of Buck's face. "Well...when it's time to leave, the birds know." "Okay, but what if they don't leave?" Buck pressed. "Is there a way to convince them?" Bobby opened his mouth to reply before he paused, considering. "Are we talking metaphors, or actual birds?" "One hundred percent real birds." "Well....nature runs off instinct for the most part. If a baby bird isn't leaving the nest, there's usually a reason. Maybe it's not actually ready, or it's hurt, or..." "Okay, but what if it's not a baby bird? What if it's an adult?" "I...Buck, what exactly are you trying to figure out?" Buck held out his hands, which were cupped loosely together. "I found this bird, and it won't leave." He lifted his left hand, which was on top, and sitting cupped in Buck's palm was, sure enough, a brown and white bird. Too big to be a sparrow, and Bobby didn't know too many subspecies to guess any further than that, but it didn't fly away as soon as Buck's hand was lifted as Bobby expected. Instead, it looked quite pleased with itself sitting there and it didn't budge. "See?" Buck prompted, lifting the bird higher.

3. Outer Banks - continuation of Limits

“Mr. Maybank,” the ER nurse greeted them, flinging back the privacy curtain. “We meet again.” “Doc,” JJ acknowledged, offering a flippant two-finger salute. The man sighed, flipping through the paperwork from the folder on the foot of JJ’s exam bed. “This time with a police escort, I see.” He nodded towards Shoupe. “Is he under arrest, sheriff?” “He’s in our custody,” Shoupe deflected. The nurse muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘figures’ before looking at JJ. He let out a low whistle. “Damn, kid. What happened this time?”

4. Slow Horses

It’d been eight days. Eight days, and they hadn’t found him. Lamb could easily throw the blame on Cartwright. The man was always wandering off, pursuing his own leads and his own cases, as if he were an MI-5 team of one. His instincts were solid, and if that little shit Spider and Taverner hadn’t purposely torpedoed his training exercise to cover up their own cock-ups, he’d have his golden ticket and golden legacy still in place. Compared to Lamb’s normal throwaways, Cartwright was almost competent. Lamb never felt like he had to keep a tight leash on the young man because of all the Slow Horses, Cartwright was the only one there because of someone else’s mess. It made Lamb complacent. Lazy, he cursed to himself on the fifth day. Lazy, and fucking stupid. Because he allowed himself to forget that River’s ambition and talent were soundly outdone by his absolute shit fuck awful luck.

5. Haunting of Hill House - steven is haunted as fuck prompt

Steven always hated hospitals. True, he couldn’t think of anyone who actually enjoyed sitting in the hard plastic chairs of waiting rooms, listening to the repetitive pages over the announcing system, waiting for the doctors to come and deliver bad news.   He clenched the flimsy paper cup in his hands, debating if he needed a distraction badly enough to get another cup of tar-like coffee from the vending machine. Or maybe risk leaving the hospital for Dunkin Donuts. This was Massachusetts - there was a Dunkins at perfectly timed increments based on how long it took the average human being to drink a medium coffee. One was probably close enough to walk to, and guaranteed to be open. Luke liked the sweet ones - triple shot of coconut caramel macchiatto something-or-other with ungodly amounts of whipped cream. Luke mentioned once how terrible coffee was in rehab, thick and bitter that no amount of cream or sugar could fix. Probably the same as the hospital. Steven could rationalize leaving if he said it was for his brother.

6. So Help Me Todd - going into shock prompt

“But Mom, that’s not how it works, that makes it a misdemeanor not a felony,” Todd protested. “I know the law better than you, Todd, I think I would know -” “You know about upholding the law, not breaking it!” Allison tilted her wine glass towards her brother, eying the rest of the bottle. “He does have a point there. And that is his area of expertise.” “That’s irrelevant!” Margaret protested. “Don’t they say that lawyers make the best criminals?” Chuck pointed out. “Yes, thank you…” Margaret acknowledged, smiling before the implication sunk in. “I beg your pardon?” “Ha!” Todd cheered, holding his fist out to Chuck who didn’t reach across to bump it, but merely held it up just above the table before the doorbell rang. “You know what Chuck, we’ll get there. We just need to work on your enthusiasm, you got the spirit, you just need the attitude. We’ll work on it when I get back.”

7. So Help Me Todd (even though I technically might’ve pawned this off on @itsjustdg) It’s Not My Blood Prompt

“Oh my god, Mom! Are you okay? Are you - are you hurt, ohmygod, you are! Don’t move!” Todd pressed his hand down on the growing blood stain on his mother’s blazer, hard enough to make her yelp in surprise and pain, but he remembered lessons from Allison yelling at various movies and TV shows about ‘YOU PUT PRESSURE ON THE WOUND, WHAT IDIOT WROTE THIS?’ and he may not pay attention to a lot of things, but he does remember first aid, and the second part of it was calling for help. There was a crowd gathering around, multiple people with their phones but no one sounded like they were talking to 9-1-1. What was it Allison said? You had to tell people specifically to do things? “You!” he shouted at a woman who almost dropped her phone in surprise. “Call 9-1-1! Tell them we have a sixty year old woman, abdominal injury…tell them we’re in front of the Portland Courthouse and don’t hang up on them!” The woman turned paler than a ghost, and for a moment, he thought she was going to ignore him. Or pass out too. But then she seemed to gather her wits, and nodded once, before dialing on her phone. He only paid attention long enough to know she’d reached dispatch, before turning back to Margaret, who was still looking dazed. “You’re gonna be fine, Mom, don’t worry - help is on the way,” he reassured her, keeping both hands on her wound. His hands were shaking from shock, but he tried to keep his focus on her. “Ow…my head,” Margaret groaned, moving her arm to touch the back of it where it’d collided on the granite stairs when he knocked her to the ground. “Sorry about that,” he apologized quickly. “But you’re going to be fine. Okay? You’re going to be fine.” Margaret winced as she put one hand over his, and the other still behind her head. “Todd, I’m fine, it’s just a bump…” Todd tried not to laugh at that. It wasn’t funny. It would be horrifying if he suddenly giggled at his mom right now. “No, I think it’s a little more than a bump, Mom. Try not to move.” That made Margaret frown, and she shifted her hand, brushing against the sticky damp redness on her blouse,and then reaching up to his shirt and he could see the moment it registered just how bad this actually was, and he tried to soothe her before she could really panic. “Don’t worry - help is on the way, they already called.” “Todd…that’s not my blood.”

8. Yellowstone - season 3 fix it fic “You want a way out of this shit?” Jamie snapped. He pointed an accusing finger towards Beth. “Out of the fucking corner she backed us into?” Beth scoffed at that. “I can’t wait to hear this revolutionary plan.” “Gift it.” Beth almost choked on her drink, roughly inhaling whiskey half way up her nose. “If you think after the shit you’ve pulled, we’re going to gift -” Jamie shook his head. “No. Not to me. To him.” He pointed to Rainwater. “To the Broken Rock Confederation. It’s a fix for everything, but the only one here smart enough to know that - who actually has something worth losing if we don’t - is Kayce.” “You can’t possibly be-” “This is your doing, isn’t it, you sonofa-” John moved towards Rainwater, who didn’t flinch even as Jamie did, instead studying Jamie carefully, as if trying to guess where his loyalty truly lay, and what kind of scheme he had up his sleeve. Not that Jamie could blame him.

 9. Yellowstone fix it fic “Jamie didn’t turn on you,” Kayce pointed out from his chair. “You made him your enemy.” “All I ever did for that ungrateful sonofabitch was feed him, clothe him, put a roof over his head…taught him everything I know,” John snarled, swiping a hand across his chin. “I sent him to law school for chrissakes. And how does he repay me?” Kayce leaned back, folding his arms across his chest as he let his father rant. Experience said interrupting him just made him angrier. Best to let him ‘buck it out’ before he said anything to the contrary. After several minutes of railing against Jamie, John stopped mid pace, turning to look Kayce in the eye. “You’re awfully quiet.” Kayce shrugged without saying anything, waiting to see if John was finished, or just pausing. “Well?” “Jamie didn’t turn on you. Out of everyone, Jamie is the only one who ever did everything you asked - including give up his dreams, more than once - and it’s like it made you madder. This is why you ain’t broke a reliable horse once in your life - you can’t teach a horse through fear, because one day, they’ll find something they’re more scared of than you. Teach a horse they can trust you, and they will walk through fire for you, even when every other instinct is telling them to run the other way.” “Your brother isn’t a horse.” “No, but I figured you might understand the concept better if it was something you cared about.”

10. Yellowstone Kayce &Jamie fix it

“Why?” Jamie demanded. “If he didn’t want me, if he knew he was never going to love me - why? He could’ve just left me in a foster home, he could’ve just left me alone, but he didn’t. Is…is this a punishment? Is it some fucking mind game he’s been playing my whole life?”

“Jamie you know that’s not true -”

“DO I?” Jamie shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Do YOU? If he hated me so much, if he was afraid of what I might do, why wouldn’t he just let me finish the job with the rifle on the hill? Why not just let me end it? But no, no, he couldn’t fucking let me go. A-and then what? Put me in the fucking bunkhouse with the rest of the orphans? But I went - I went, and you know what, Kayse? That’s probably the happiest I have been in years. And he couldn’t even let that go - as soon as he needed me, he put me back in the district attorney’s office, the same goddamn office he purposely pushed me out of with the Rodeo Queen - and now he’s governor - for what? For what?”

Kayce couldn’t answer - his mind was still stuck on the words ‘finish the job with the rifle’. “Jamie…what do you mean by that?”

“I mean, what the fuck is he doing in an office he hates and doesn’t want, just so I can’t? I-is it power? He doesn’t want me to be higher up than him? What does he think I’m going to do? I’ve done everything he’s ever wanted me to, I made a fucking lynch mob go away when he was lying in a goddamn coma -”

“Fuck the job, Jamie - what did you mean about the rifle?”

11. Magnum PI

“You know,” Thomas said, casting his gaze upwards to the cloudless blue sky. “I lasted twelve years in the Navy, and I was jumped by pirates a whopping total of never.” He turned back to Higgins, not inches from his face. “But somehow, despite the odds, two for two with you. Next time you need a yacht moved, call someone else.”

“Shut up!” the man with a harpoon gun snarled, jabbing the pointed end of the spear gun at Magnum’s arm, drawing blood.

“You can’t honestly blame this on me.” Higgins bristled indignantly.

“Uh, yeah,” Thomas answered. “Yeah, I can. I was literally on a pirate hunting mission. In pirate infested waters. For more than six months. And not once were we boarded by pirates. Zero. Zilch. Never.”

12. Hudson & Rex aphasia prompt

“Okay, I need you to be patient with me, Charlie,” Dr. Gates said, smiling briefly. “I know these questions are gonna sound ridiculous, but humor me, yes?”

Charlie nodded, trying not to wince as the motion pulled on the stitches at the back of his head.

“Only nod or shake your head for the first few. Or, if that’s too much, thumbs up or thumbs down for yes and no. Yes?”

Grateful for the out, Charlie gave a quick thumbs up.

“Is your name Charlie Hudson?”

Thumbs up.

“Are you a police officer with SJPD?”

Thumbs up again.

“Are you at home right now?”

Charlie frowned at that, his opinion of the question plain as day across his face as he gave a thumbs down.

“I told you they were going to sound ridiculous,” Dr. Gates reminded. “Do you have a dog named Rex?”

13. Hudson & Rex Lab Rat prompt

It was Charlie, but somehow…not Charlie.

His hair was a little too long, but it didn’t cover the strangely circular burn on his temple, the angry red contrasting with his otherwise much too pale skin.Dark smudges under his eyes spoke of too little sleep, his normally bright blue eyes dulled and staring a thousand miles away. Instead of a suit and tie, his clothes looked rumpled and filthy, the sleeves on his shirt too short and his jeans long enough that the back ends were catching on his heels. The five o’clock shadow did little to hide the bruising along his jaw, a deep and painful muddied purple that was shaped uncomfortably like someone’s hand.

And that was to say nothing of the gun in his hand.

“Charlie?” Sarah repeated.

He said nothing, didn’t flinch or move the gun, his gaze still fixed and empty of recognition.

14. Hudson & Rex It’s Not My Blood prompt

The door flew open with a crash, kicked in with such force it broke one of the glass panes in the window and making everyone - including the other animals - jump.

Bailey may have screamed. Just a little one though. Like when her brother would lay in wait around a corner in a darkened hallway and jump out at her.

Linda dropped her water bottle with a crack on the tile, choking more than swearing as she spit what was in her mouth across the monitor.

“What the -” Linda swiped at her mouth, angrily turning towards the door, but stopped short.

“I need help!”

An older man - not like, old old, but older than Bailey and younger than Linda - stood in lobby, a large German Shepherd in his arms. The beautiful dog hung limply, and for a horrifying moment, Bailey was sure it was dead.

There was just…so much blood. In the dog’s fur, on the man’s hands, on his suit jacket and white shirt.

And then the dog whined, briefly trying to lift its head, but unable to rise higher than a few inches before dropping back down.

15. Hudson & Rex - caught in a snare prompt

Charlie laughed. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like to Jesse. Or at least, what it was supposed to be, instead of the pained puff of air and the grimace it became. 

“You know, as much as this hurts - how stupid is it that I’m glad Rex missed it?”

Without really thinking, Jesse mused aloud. “He does have four feet instead of two - and he weighs about a hundred pounds less than you. It would be easier to carry him out.” 

The blood welled up between Jesse’s fingers even as he pressed down hard enough to make Charlie yelp, and Rex immediately pushed his head against Charlie’s, whining.

“Y-yeah,” Charlie admitted. “But animals don’t understand pain like that - there isn’t really an understanding of ‘it only hurts now, but we’re trying to help it feel better’. Rex is the best, b-but…” his teeth chattered for a second, and he looked almost apologetic. “That’s pushing it.”

“So…you promise not to bite me when I try and get this off, right?” Jesse asked, hoping he was actually distracting the older man. 

“No.”

16. Hudson & Rex fell down a well (ish) prompt

For the most part, Charlie could laugh at himself. It was hard to deny the accusation of being accident prone when normally simple things, like walking Rex home when his car was in the shop, turned into life-threatening-near-death experiences, like being buried alive. Or diving for a lost camera, something which he’d done a hundred times - the diving part, anyways - before, became an actual drowning incident after having his air cut fifty feet below the water’s surface.

It was easier to laugh at it then dwell on it. He took offense to the constant Lassie and Timmy references only on Rex’s behalf, because Rex’s heroics were real, thank you very much, but it was an amiable offense, rooted in good natured teasing. His usual response was “Excuse you? I have not fallen down a well. Timmy and I are not the same.”

He shivered, shifting in the almost knee deep mud at the bottom of hole he found himself in.

There goes that defense, he thought bitterly.

17. Hudson & Rex claustrophobia

It really shouldn’t have come as any surprise that Charlie developed claustrophobia, but somehow, it did.

Maybe because it started off slowly. Rationally, even - if an irrational fear could ever be considered rational.

After the freezer incident, he stopped crossing the threshold into Sarah’s lab until he ran his fingers across the sliding door, feeling it move beneath his fingers at the slightest touch from the sensor, proving that it wouldn’t lock behind him.

After the diving incident, he stopped closing the door to the bathroom all the way when he was in the shower, facing purposely away from the spray and towards the open door.

After the near-miss with the shipping container, he started avoiding parking in the garage, opting to walk from the further open lot, no matter the weather. He rationalized it was for Rex’s benefit. The shepherd liked the extra walk, especially since it allowed him to get extra snacks and pets from their favorite coffee and donut vendor.

After being buried alive, he stopped sleeping in the dark. Rex changed from sleeping on his bed on the floor to the bed with Charlie, so when Charlie bolted upright in the middle of the night, gasping at air he was sure wasn’t there a second ago, Rex could sidle closer, stretching out the length of the bed so that from toes to shoulder, Charlie could feel the warmth of his body, the softness of his fur, and the cold wet of his nose.

18. The Umbrella Academy - Diego asks Five to help out with a case where kids are going missing from a prestigious boarding school

“I’d rather lick battery acid,” Five growled.

Diego sighed, scratching at the raised scar tissue on the side of his head. “Trust me, Five, you’re not my idea of a good choice, either. You’re not my first choice. You’re not even my last choice. You’re literally the only choice.”

“Guess it’s not happening then, huh?” Five quipped with a smirk, blinking across the living room and back to the bar for his abandoned drink.

“Five,” Diego protested, “it’s not like it’d be the worst thing you’d ever done.” At Five’s raised eyebrow, Diego hastily added, “I mean, how could it possibly be worse than the Apocalypse? Or, you know, ninety nine percent of your life so far?”

19. Prodigal Son - totally forgot I had this

“No, JT, really, I want to know,” Malcolm snapped, holding his hand out – steadier than JT could remember ever seeing it – jabbing an accusatory finger at him. “What exactly was I supposed to do? Hmm? If you know, I’d love to hear it, because I haven’t got a fucking clue. I’m a bit of an outlier, you see – people aren’t good with things they can’t categorize. They want to stuff you in a box whether you fit or not, and I’m guessing as a black, male, combat veteran, there’s a couple boxes people like to tick off for you, right? Suicidal. PTSD. Temper problems. Into drugs and alcohol. Anyone ever tell you you’re a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off?” JT didn’t answer – it was rhetorical and both of them knew it. Veterans today had a rate of suicide comparable to WWII, and instead of trying to curb the trend by digging deeper to find out why, Washington just swept it under the rug – denied treatment, refused disability claims, shoved people out on the street like Monday morning garbage. The only time people cared enough to even Google the statistics were November 11th and the last Monday in May.

annnnnnnd 20. 9-1-1 Bobby calls Buck his kid outloud

“He’s my kid!”

The words were out of his mouth before Bobby could stop them, before he even registered what it was he was saying. The gunman sneered at the sentiment, unmoved by Bobby’s plea.

“Your kid, huh?” The man sniffed, ducking his head to swipe the back of his wrist across his nose without moving the gun from where he ground it against Buck’s temple. “Then he oughta be worth somethin’ to you.”

Bobby kept his hands up, placating, and trying not to let them shake.

This was too much like the explosion. Too much like the bomber.

Buck injured, close enough to see but too far to help, while Bobby had to talk a madman down from killing part of his family.

“He’s done nothing to you,” Bobby said. “Nothing to anyone.”

The man’s lip pulled back in a snarl, and gun dug further into Buck’s head. “Nobody’s without sin, Chief.” He gave Buck a swift jerk, making the kid cough again as his windpipe was slowly crushed in the man’s grip. “How ‘bout it, kid? If I go lookin’, what am I going to find?”

[klinefelterrible]

I believe noone would ever read it but it's okay

So I saw this picture on instagram today and took it literally, so here's my little fic to this idea

Human: so yeah this is nice

God 1: I Am God

God 2: Me Too

Human: I decided I will plant some potatoes here on this beautiful land

God 3: You should have a wolf here, wolves are old school

God 1: God 3’s got a point

God 2: What you need is a woman, son

God 3: We can give him a wolf and a woman

God 1: Not enough mana

God 3: human gotta pray, eh?

Human: So, uh– Dear gods please I'm begging you I need a woman and a wolf and I am so thankful you're surrounding me on this gorgeous island and stuff

God 2: *sigh* and it started so well

God 3: I think I can handle a wolf with this, hold on

God 1: It would be easier if you got him a pup

God 3: good point

God 1: Maybe some mana will be enough for a woman

God 2: maybe for a not very smart woman, yes

God 1: you said a woman, not a smart woman

Human: what's the difference?

God 2: *sign* I'm beginning to think he's not very smart either

God 3: would you guys stop yapping for a second, I need to focus

Human: So anyway you guys do you and I will be there planting potatoes

God 2: maybe you could chant some praising songs for us

God 1: that would be helpful

God 3: yeah, sing us something with a lot of Pleases and Thank Yous

Human: How about Dua Lipa’s “pretty please”?

God 3: now that's a fine piece of ass

God 2: one of my best creations so far

God 3: I thought it was God 1’s work

God 1: I was on vacation that day

God 2: On vacation… Hey, we don't feel any difference!

Human: I haven't started yet!

God 2: Any time!

God 3: So anyway what are the chances of her lookalike here?

God 2: Fuck if I know

God 1: oh, he started. I can feel it.

God 3: now if we all concentrate we could have a Dua Lipa lookalike here

God 2: yeah but I'd better store that mana and make her, you know, better in harvesting

God 3: what for?

God 2: she is supposed to be of help to our human

God 1: …and he is in his farming mode now, I get it. Okay

God 3: Okay I guess

God 2: we can always get him two

God 3: We did it once with Xena and she's not into dudes

God 2: it was your idea to make her that meaty

God 3: bless me I guess

God 1: I think let's keep it with one Dua Lipa lookalike and let's make her into farming and shit

God 3: watch it

God 2: remember how we made Dalilah into shit?

God 1: fair point

Human: you guys are okay?

God 2: why?

Human: it's starting to rain

God 4: yeah you wanted your potatoes to grow without water?

God 3: there he is

God 2: make it stop

God 1: you're spending our precious mana

God 4: I thought we were here to help our human

God 2: We're saving mana for Dua Lipa’s lookalike

God 4: that is good stuff, boys

Human: thank you!

God 4: don't mention it

God 1: go play with your puppy

God 2: I love puppies. But I love women more

God 4: So how much mana do you guys need for her?

God 3: I think we're just okay, but human needs to crave her more

God 2: yeah, craving is a very important factor here

God 1: wish I knew that sooner

God 2: well who knew

God 1: I should have known

God 4: I know now that we need to cover our own sectors and communicate about that common spots

God 3: yeah about that, are we ready for human to reproduce?

God 4: I like it when humans reproduce

God 1: pervert

God 4: au contraire! More humans, more begs for rain! I like it when they sing happily in the rain

God 2: some of them can sing, damn

God 1: do I hear a little pride here?

God 2: maybe a little, yes

God 3: I hope for the show. You guys remember Sodom?

God 1: I loved that city

God 2: what a waste

God 4: I was on holidays there back then

God 3: I practically lived there for years

God 1: Girls there knew how to sing, damn it

God 4: and they had boobs!

God 2: I cannot not be proud of myself, I mean after all what else should I feel

God 3: yeah, yeah, sure, go ahead

God 4: I believe what we need here is some lust

God 5: yeah so I was here all the time but all I heard was the potatoes

God 2: good friend for all the boobs

God 5: I mean I don't try anything else

God 3: anyway did you see the puppy yet?

God 5: i did. nice work!

God 3: So we will give him Dua Lipa's lookalike

God 5: damn right you will, shiiit

God 2: do we need to worry

God 5: no need to worry. He'll just need you sometimes more

God 1: And that's a good thing, yes?

God 5: balance and harmony, boys

Human: I planted a few rows!

God 3: good for you! Now pray for the bountiful harvest

Human: okay

God 2: I'm ready for some action

God 3: Should we all help you somehow

God 5: I already am helping

God 1: don't make it messy I'm begging you

God 5: I like it messy

God 4: yeah but we mean like dick in the ass messy, not spontaneous combustions messy

God 5: our human craves some of it

God 1: oh hell no

God 2: so what

God 3: no problem

God 4: yeah it's nothing, you guys remember Sodom?

God 5: I loved that place

God 1: yeah it was okay

God 3: and the goats were happy, too. And the mares

God 4: that one stable boy was happy, too

God 5: I see you looking at me

God 4: just don't make it too messy, okay

God 5: I will not

God 2: okay guys make me some space

God 1: i love it when it happens

God 3: I think we might have some mana left for, uh

God 1: It would probably be better if we left human craving for dick in the ass for some other time

God 3: I, uh, wanted to ask what animal would be the best for this

God 5: dragons are always the best

God 2: he's got a point

God 1: I like dragons

God 4: How it's supposed to help our human

God 1: we'll, uh

God 3: I'll make it rather sweet and loving

God 2: Dua Lipa will be like that exactly

God 5: oh and more

God 4: yeah I think we should wait with the human to grow a little more

God 2: you're afraid of sudden fetishism?

God 5: I told you I'm going to be careful

God 1: yes you did tell us but what does it have to do with reality

God 3: good point

God 2: She's almost ready

God 4: yeah naked woman in high heels ready for some serious action in dirt

God 5: let's not get over our heads okay, she's a star and they need nice shoes.

God 2: that's how it's supposed to be

God 1: I like them hookers in heels

God 4: you practically invented them

God 2: and potatoes too

God 1: Are you guys jealous

God 5: look, she plays with the puppy!

God 4: how cute!

God 3: she isn't very busty, is she

God 2: have you seen her thighs, though?

God 4: back in the day I saw thighs like these smashing coconuts

God 5: Ahhh good old days of Sodom again

God 4: what happened back then anyways

God 3: taxes

God 2: what an idiotic idea

God 1: I understand your point of view

God 2: I sense there's a “but” there somewhere

God 1: we tax human with prayers right?

God 5: I see you missed a point here

God 3: completely missed a point

God 4: I see her on all fours closing to our unsuspecting human

God 5: don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything

God 3: in case of emergency, break glass and unleash the dragon

God 1: what glass

God 2: what dragon

God 3: I'm working on it

God 4: oh look, she likes him

God 5: la di dah

God 1: she is going to devour him

God 2: I did a good job

God 3: she is making a good job

God 5: you don't need to thank me for the show

God 4: damn she's into it

God 5: yeah that's the best part

God 6: so you guys are having fun yet?

God 2: we do

God 5: and so is human

God 6: the human is fearless, you guys don't worry?

God 4: worry about what

God 6: he won't need you anymore

Human: oh god oh my god ohhhh godddd

God 6: oh I see

God 2: and he has some potatoes

God 1: And a wolf

God 6: …and what a nice setup this is!

Gods: yeah we did a good job

Human: OH YEAH

God 5: and human woman does even better job

God 6: stop bragging, it's not very nice

God 4: if he prays for her to have bigger boobs, I'm giving them to her

God 1: he won't even notice their existence

God 3: Wanna bet what his next prayer will be about?

Wolf pup: woof

God 1: good harvest

God 2: Second woman

God 3: a dragon

God 2: can I change mine?

God 4: rain

God 5: he will pray for her to be more kinky. Or grow a dick

God 2: I want to change mine into second woman with a dick

God 3: maybe he wants some chickens and eggs, I don't know

God 6: wait a minute I think he said something

Human: would you like to meet our friends?

Girl: who are they?

Human: gods who created you, me and everything here

Girl: I don't believe in gods

God 4: ooooh bummer! I can struck her with a thunder if you guys want

God 5: I have a better idea

God 2: what

God 5: I will rewire that brain a little

God 1: and you were surprised we were suspicious about you

God 5: you want my help or not

God 3: how about a dragon now

God 2: I think it's time for this girl with dick now

God 4: good idea

God 1: what are you going to do about her?

God 5: I will just put some more heat into her

God 3: that's not a too bad idea

God 2: and if it doesn't work

God 3: you'll getting that dickgirl here

God 2: fuck yeah

God 4: so tell me what are you going to do

God 5: oh just relax and watch

Girl: I don't believe in gods but I do believe in heads

Human: that's niIIICE oH HoLy ShIT

God 5: and voilà

God 6: you guys now know why it's called ‘french sex’

God 4: because french were so fucked up?

God 3: because french are so fucked up

God 2: Their women are beautiful

God 1: they don't shave armpits

God 6: they don't shave anything

God 4: mana level max, we can create anything we want

God 7: Let's make a dickgirl

God 2: that's my idea

God 7: let's make it two!

God 5: I'll make them in constant heat

God 4: let's give them a power of storytelling

God 3: I'm giving them a dragon too

God 1: so now we have two people, a man obsessed with potatoes and a girl obsessed with blowjobs and a wolf puppy obsessed with, uhm, licking it's balls, and you guys wanna add two horny dickgirls and a dragon here?

God 4: pretty much, yes

God 5: yeah

God 4: I love those exotic households

God 2: And our little human is about to be very happy

God 1: he'll get someone's cock up his ass, right?

God 6: ahh you guys remember Sodom?

God 7: what a waste

God 4: I need a nap

God 5: let's go, give them some time

God 2: it will take me some time to make those two dickgirls

God 5: let me help you

God 2: thanks

God 1: thanks but no thanks?

God 3: stop being so obsessed, he's going to be fine

God 2: oh he will be fine already

God 4: I have an idea

God 5: an olive tree?

God 4: how did you know?

God 7: oh I get it how did he know

God 1: perverts

God 3: HE WILL BE FINE

God 1: yeah, but

God 5: you want him to suffer?

God 1: no

God 5: so stop being such a wimp and leave the human alone, we got this

God 1: meh

God 2: first dickgirl almost ready

God 3: I am going to make some chickens and maybe some pigs and stuff

God 4: no pigs

God 7: yeah you guys remember Sodom?

God 2: what a waste

God 3: oh shit yeah you guys are right

God 6: I believe we need to tame this girl a bit

God 5: after the human shoots the last of his seed, she'll stop

God 6: and how does she know when to stop

God 1: wake me up in two weeks

God 4: sleep well

God 5: my work here is done too

God 2: what about the second dickgirl

God 5: what about her

God 2: are you not giving her some special treats of yours?

God 5: Being a hot dickgirl isn't enough?

God 2: are you kidding me?

God 5: What?

God 3: what's the problem now?

God 2: so one is in constant heat and the other isn't?

God 5: have you heard of netorare

God 6: yeah, we know it from, uh

God 2: Sodom

God 4: I was about to say that

God 5: Dickgirls love it

God 2: Technically it's rape

God 5: technically, shut the fuck up

God 3: We made rape the most common date idea

God 6: no we didn't

God 5: It was me, wasn't it

God 7: Nah, it was that other one

God 8: I wanted it to happen

God 5: great, now you're here too

God 3: We have two chickens now

God 2: And two dickgirls

God 4: and a wolf

God 5: and a pair of humans

God 6: I believe there are potatoes, too

God 8: you know what this island needs?

God 5: a kangaroo

God 2: ah shit

God 3: I'm not doing that

God 4: please don't

God 8: human passed out

God 5: and the girl seems tired

God 8: Easy target for the dickgirls

God 2: wait no

God 5: wait yes

God 4: I can make a thunderstorm any second now

God 5: let's not jump into any extremes, okay? I made dickgirls attracted mostly to human.

God 6: I like your “mostly”.

God 2: yeah it doesn't sound like a lie at all

God 3: Imma go and make some worms and stuff, see you guys later

God 2: don't make a kangaroo

God 3: no worries mate

God 2: you guys are okay now?

God 5: dickgirls have fun

God 8: one is netoraring the other

God 6: I don't think it's alright

God 7: yeah it is alright

God 2: it reminds me of Sodom again

God 7: we didn't have that genetics like we do now

God 4: yeah people were smaller

God 5: that's why we invented Christian Louboutin

God 2: yeah it was a good idea you came around that day

God 5: sheer accident

God 2: so I always say

God 4: I miss Sodom

God 8: the taller dickgirl is on her way to recreate it here

God 7: That's their purpose

God 8: what a waste

God 2: what

God 5: Sodom

God 2: that, yeah

God 4: I have an idea

God 2: just tell me the list

God 5: I can help you with that

God 8: I can help you helping them with that

God 6: are you guys thinking of another Sodom

God 5: fuck yeah

God 7: Let's put Pamela Anderson there

God 6: but please the younger one

God 5: let's put twelve Pamelas Anderson there

God 2: easy guys, we have to start over with one human

God 5: yeah… it was nice to dream

God 8: it is always nice to plan a little

God 6: I need to sleep

God 4: Let's observe human and his three girls here

God 5: more like let's observe three girls and their human sex toy

God 8: i love how you think

God 7: such a waste

God 2: Sodom again?

God 7: yeah

To be continued (maybe)

[names-neriah]

EVERYONE LOOK HERE LOOK HERE NOWWWWW AT THE KIJJY CAR

[snazzystarlight]

This was so fun! This is "Look Here" by BTS as I see it because of synesthesia!

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[ente-lab]

[assilat-vojjor]

" Don't you dare die. " (i WILL have angst gdi)

It was so hard to breathe, so hard to do anything that was more than keeping his eyes locked with the glistening lavender of his paramour. The bullets had ripped through his body violently, the shooter having snuck in past their defenses and taken aim against her and he.... well he wouldn't have that.

Not his Dany. He'd die before harm came to her.

Blood was coating her delicate fingers as she desperately tried to staunch the bleeding, to apply pressure just as she had been told so many times before when she took care of his scrapes and gashes from before yet even she couldn't do much. Not this time.

He wouldn't make it. They both knew that. But they could lie to one another, just this once.

"Come on.... little dragon." His voice was only a whisper, though he tried his best to make it as strong as she needed it to be. Strong enough to make her think everything was to be okay. "Nothing can ... hurt your... stallion. I'l... I'll be fine." He grimaced, though he could near hear the sounds of the ambulance growing nearer. "I just.. need a bit of rest."

[untilyouremember]

Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You

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[beatsforbrothels]

The Mouse Outfit & Mattic - Look Here

[braemjeorn]

...should i seat king desha and bog king on the same table

[conretewings]

Drunk thirsting below avert yer eyes kids

One day I'm gonna break down and commission a piece with me and several of my husbandos and yes it's gonna look very suggestive and maybe it is and y'all can't stop me