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[jostinbeast]

All meat-head!

[jostinceps]

SwoleBros Incarnate!

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[therogerclarkfanclub]

Move along folks. Nothing to see here.

It's just Roger showing off his biceps. Nothing major 🔥🥵‼️

[splooosh]

“okay”

Ty Templeton-Joe Rubinstein

[louisvlos]

DMX, SILKK THE SHOCKER, KURUPT, LORD TARIQ, PETER GUNZ, BIG PUN, CAMRON, EIGHTBALL, CAPPADONNA, NORE, & CANIBUS

IN THE SOURCE

[amagnificentobsession]

It’s Saturday morning my beloveds. Today I need your help.

After an exhausting visit to the ER last night, long, story that sucks *still giggling* I think I’m punch drunk. https://www.tumblr.com/amagnificentobsession/745732116032176128/what-is-your-opinion-on-vacuum-cleaners

My brunch skills would be sorely put to test. I don’t want to serve sub-par food.

Today I would love for you to help me. Bring your favorite dish to share with others. @god-wednesday always brings the best desserts. Anything you wish to bring, that way we can find out what others love to eat, and I can incorporate it into brunch in the future.

Oh and bring me a recipe card if you want me to make your dish for a future brunch.

It also appears @baby-angelo has conjured up a fairy nerf. Bring your own nerf gunz and balls, you know, ammo balls. Oh never mind……..

Costumes are highly encouraged.

I can already tell it’s going to be one of those days.

By the way if anyone has a vacuum they can lend me……

@docdust @i-dream-of-sheeny @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me @angelo-rib-shack @e-w-w-morningstar @god-in-the-basement @one-coming-is-enough @sliceocheese @angelo-chuck-wagon @angel-and-the-serpent @curlish @andagon @angelo-rib-shack @mr-crawleigh @muriel-not-the-dim-one @pissylittlebirdboy @trans-darbie @gandalf-big-oos @kleenexwoman @youroneandonlysnakelady @thedemon-crowley @thatflatfrog @vixie-the-vee @violet-yimlat @avis-morningstar @thedemon-crowley @muriel-not-the-dim-one

@the-metatron @dream-of-pain Madam ♥️

@andagon I’m going to put some music on to stay awake, after this please do your beautiful DJ thing.

@angelo-rib-shack darling, please check the invitations for me. 💋 I love you honey.

[marzybarzyz]

BIG GUNZ

hi! New V art! I referenced the style from @9y7WNIQDv17PtNc and @Grimahlnik on twitter

[sixhours]

One Day at a Time - Chapter 3 - Embryo

Series Chapter Index | Read on AO3 | Complete

Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

Days become weeks without word from Charlie. Every time he sees her, she gives him a little nod. Nothing overt, just enough to send a message.

We’re still here.

After two weeks, he’d found an old pocket calendar from 2001 and put it by his bed, and he marks off each day that passes with a big X. He’s done the math, and there’s a date in mid-December circled in red pen.

He can’t sleep for shit under the best of circumstances, but lately it’s impossible. He’s given up trying, choosing instead to crash on the couch with a movie playing on a loop in the background until a fitful sleep takes him.

He’s parked like this on the couch one night when the knock surprises him out of a half-doze. He fumbles for the remote and pauses the movie before answering the door.

It’s Charlie.

“I’m bleeding,” she says in lieu of a greeting.

His stomach sinks.

He reaches out without thinking, hands on her shoulders; she’s shivering. He pulls her forward into the warmth of the little house, closing the door behind her.

“Midwife says it could be normal or it could be a miscarriage,” she says flatly. “No way to tell yet.”

He seethes. He remembers Maria and Tommy telling him about the Jackson midwife; she was competent, but her bedside manner was shit.

“Does it…feel like…” He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, I’ve never made it this far. I’m not cramping. It’s not a lot of blood. I just…you wanted me to tell you, so I’m telling you.”

He nods, feeling stupid and helpless and hating it.

“Uh…sit,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “Want tea? It’s herbal. No caffeine.”

She nods warily. “Sure…I guess.”

He sets the water to boil, gets out two mugs, pulls the little canister of tea from the shelf, and fills the infuser with dried peppermint leaves. He can’t stand the stuff, but Ellie won’t drink coffee like a normal person, so they always have some in the house.

He glances at Charlie from over his shoulder as he waits for the water to boil. She’s on the couch, arms wrapped around herself as if she could hold back the thing she fears by force of will.

“You take milk or anythin’?”

“Just sugar, if you have it.”

He does. The kettle whistles and he pours the steaming water over the leaves.

She takes the tea with a small, hollow smile and sips at it. He takes a seat in the armchair next to her.

“Is there anything we can do?”

She shakes her head. “Midwife said to check in tomorrow morning. If it gets worse before then, I’ll go to the clinic.”

“Okay,” he says. “I can…wait with you.”

She nods, takes another sip, and sinks back into the couch. Waiting.

The silence presses in around them. It’s like torture, and Joel wracks his tired brain for something, anything to say. She saves him the trouble, blinking with interest at the television screen.

“Is this Gunz Blazin’ 2 ?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“I haven’t seen it since I was a kid,” she says, smiling a little. “My dad and I used to watch these movies all the time. They’re awful.”

He swallows hard, thinking of Sarah.

She looks at him and picks up the remote. “Mind if I…?”

“Yeah, yeah…sure.”

She hits Play and sits back, curling her legs under her and clutching the tea in her hands.

~*~

The credits roll a couple of hours later. Charlie has nestled into the couch with a blanket over her lap, empty mug resting on the coffee table.

“S’it as bad as you remember?” Joel rasps.

“Yes. Maybe worse. But in a good way,” she smiles a little. “Nostalgic, I guess.”

He nods. “How’re you, uh, feelin’?”

“Fine,” she says automatically, then laughs. “Not fine, actually. I’m exhausted and I’m sick all the time and my boobs are so fucking sore I could—“

She stops. “Shit, I’m sorry. That’s more than you needed to know. My husband used to say I was born without a filter.”

“S’alright,” he murmurs, his face burning. “You’re, uh, married?”

“Was…or what passed for marriage in the QZ, I guess. We were cordyceps orphans…grew up together after the outbreak, protected each other…kept each other out of trouble. We had 17 years together before…before our luck ran out.”

“So he, uh…you and he…wanted kids?”

“Yeah,” she snorts. “Sounds pretty stupid, right? Bringing a baby into a quarantine zone?”

He bites his lip and doesn’t say anything. He knew people still brought children into this broken world, but he’d never considered it. His interest in that life had stopped when Sarah’s heart stopped beating.

“I miscarried three times,” she murmurs. “We might have kept trying if we’d made it to Jackson together…I don’t know.”

“What happened to him?”

She shrugs. “We ran into trouble on the way here. He was bit. I…took care of it. We always said that was the deal, that we wouldn’t let each other turn. He…he didn’t even flinch when I pulled the trigger.”

She’s looking down at her stomach now, tracing her fingers over the ridges in her shirt, lost in thought.

“I wasn’t looking for this any more than you were,” she says softly. “But I want it anyway…I–I can’t help it. Is that foolish?”

Her eyes bore into his then, not sad now, almost…angry. Challenging him to deny her this.

Joel doesn’t know how to answer, but he huffs a soft, “No.”

She rubs her palm slowly across her lower belly. “This is the longest I’ve ever made it. I didn’t have morning sickness or the…other symptoms before, so I thought…maybe…maybe this time…”

“It’s not over ‘til it’s over,” he says softly.

He wants to take her hand. Instead, he gathers their mugs and takes them to the sink.

“Oh…it’s late,” she says faintly. “I should go.”

He frowns. “You shouldn’t be alone. You can stay here tonight.”

“Oh, no—”

He shakes his head, cutting off her protest. “If somethin’ goes wrong or if you get…sick…someone should be with you. I could come to your place if that’s–or call a friend if you don’t want, uh, me–”

“It’s not that, Joel, but I’ve been through this before–”

“By yourself?”

She swallows hard and ducks her head. “No.”

“Then stay,” he says. “Just for the night. I can put you up in–”

He falters, thinking of Ellie’s old room, still decorated in ugly pink stripes. Meant for a teenager but too close to a nursery.

“You can stay in my room,” he says quickly. “I’ll take the couch. Usually end up down here anyway.”

“I couldn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he waves her off. “Can’t sleep for shit no matter where I land. C’mon.”

He makes for the stairs before she can argue, and breathes a sigh of relief when she follows. He pauses outside the door to his bedroom.

“Just, uh…wait here. Gimme a minute.”

He ducks into the room, picking up clothes and tossing them into the hamper. He strips the bed and digs wrinkled but clean sheets out of the linen closet. After a pause, he picks up the calendar and the red pen from the nightstand and stuffs them into his pocket.

“Should be all good. The bathroom’s, uh, right through there,” he gestures. “All yours. There’s, uh, pain medicine if you need it.”

“Thanks…”

“I’ll be downstairs,” he says. “If you need anything, if anything, uh, happens…just come get me. Or yell.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it,” he says.

“I will, Joel,” she murmurs. “Thanks.”

“G’night then.”

He goes back to his usual spot on the couch and lies down, staring at the little cracks in the living room ceiling. He won’t be able to sleep now. He thinks about the raw need in her voice as her fingers traced her stomach, the hitch in her breath, maybe this time …

He throws an arm across his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts. A small, grief-blackened part of him hates that he cares. Before Ellie, he could numb the pain with booze and pills and a lucrative career in smuggling. But he’s not that man anymore. It would be so much easier if he were, if he couldn’t feel the little flicker of hope in his chest.

The calendar and pen dig into his hip, and he pulls them out of his pocket. It’s well after midnight, so without thinking, he uncaps the pen and crosses off another day.

~*~

He must have fallen asleep. When he opens his eyes, the room is lighter, and Charlie is nudging his shoulder.

He’s upright before he’s fully awake. “What is it? Y’okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says quietly. “I’m going to go. The midwife said she’d see me at 7:00. I need to go home and change.”

“Right, okay. Do you, uh…do you want me to come with–”

“No,” she says quickly. “I haven’t told her…or anyone…about you.”

“Right,” he blinks. “Um. Let me know…okay?”

She nods, holding her arms around her middle like she could protect herself from the worst. Without thinking, he reaches out and touches the back of her hand. She doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry,” he mutters, withdrawing. “I…I hope it works out,” he says lamely.

“Do you?” she asks, with an edge of bitterness in her voice. She’s immediately contrite. “I’m sorry. You’ve been kind, and that was…cruel. Missing my filter again.”

“It’s…fine.”

He wants to tell her he does have hope, despite himself, but she’s already out the door.

~*~

Charlie hasn’t been gone for five minutes when there’s a knock.

Shit.

He’s on the schedule for a construction job and he’d promised to meet Tommy early. Now he’s late.

“I’m comin’,” he mutters, wincing at the stiffness in his back. “Hold your goddamned horses.”

“Long night?” Tommy smirks on the other side of the door. “Thought I saw Charlie doin’ the walk of shame–”

“Shut it,” Joel growls, surprising himself at the bite in his voice. “Don’t say another fuckin’ word.”

Tommy’s hands coming up in mock defense. “Whoa, easy. Didn’t know it was like that.”

“It’s not,” Joel snaps.

“Alright,” he says, peering at his older brother curiously. “So…you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Lemme get my stuff.”

He’s distracted all day. The work is simple enough–framing a new barn for the sheep, to replace one that’s been infested by termites beyond repair. It should be easy, but he’s overtired and he can’t seem to make his hands behave. Tommy keeps having to repeat himself, giving Joel curious looks. 

“You’re losin’ it, big brother,” he says amiably when Joel brings him a jar of the wrong-size screws for the second time in a row.

It’s mid-afternoon when he brings the hammer down on his middle finger. He watches the whole thing as though in slow motion, knowing exactly what’s going to happen well before he feels the pain, but he’s powerless to stop it.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he hisses, shaking out his injured hand. Purplish red blood is already blooming under the wide, flat nail. He resists the urge to stick the finger in his mouth to soothe the throbbing ache like a child.

“You break it?” Tommy’s looking over his shoulder.

“No,” he growls. “Just a bruise.”

“Yeah, right. Well, you’re done for today,” Tommy says. “Go home. Made good progress, anyway, we’re almost done.”

Joel shoots him a look, but it doesn’t affect his younger brother in the slightest. It never does. So he relents, packing his tools and trudging away, finger throbbing.

He sees her on the walk home.

Charlie is standing with someone just outside the caf. She looks about as tired as he feels, but then she sees him and brightens, the subtlest glimmer as she catches his eye. The look stops him in mid-stride, frozen in the middle of the street.

She gives him a little nod.

Warmth spreads through his chest, a flood of relief, and that blasted hope again.

We’re still here.

[anonymouspuzzler]

Sorry if this is something I've missed before, but what kind of villainous weaponry do the guys pack/used to be packing?

this is an interesting one cause I really was just thinking about this recently! Buck and Davey are an unusual case for villains of their caliber/notoriety, because unlike a lot of other villains that'd be considered "on par" with them, they're really more... performers, in a way? Buck in particular has a lot of "weaponry" built into his mech that's either purely for show (ie. Big Ol Gunz that basically just flash and make sound and don't fire anything, like something you'd see at a theme park) or only incidentally a weapon/built for other purposes (ie. big buzzsaws that LOOK like they'd be weapons, but are actually more for cutting through blockades or breaking into buildings). Everything he uses is designed to put on a big, scary show that makes him LOOK super villainous and dangerous with minimal actual injuries or casualties beyond property damage.

Davey, on the other hand, is the combat guy, but very similarly is operating mostly with the intent to intimidate and incapacitate, and his expertise is in hand-to-hand, so his tech's built around that. Before he worked with Buck his gear was what I can only describe as "what if moon shoes and rock-em-sock-em gloves were Evil Junk Tech", basically working to let him move faster and hit harder. Now his big junk prosthetic is more or less fulfilling the same purpose, though he's also able to load scrap into the blender and use it to shoot projectiles - mostly he uses that if they're being pursued by vehicles, or if they get into a scrap with one of those annoying Bulletproof Superheroes that need a li'l something extra on top of Punch In The Face.

[c6h6kid]

BIG GUNZ

[jostinbeast]

[jostinceps]

@bugor_996

Thick, burly, hulking bro. Just so much right!

[splooosh]

Welcome to the 90′s!!

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for January 12, 2022; #295.

Da Youngstas: “Iz U Wit Me”

Showbiz & A.G.: “Fat Pockets”

Heather B.: “All Glocks Down”

Paris: “The Hate That Hate Made”

Slick Rick: “It’s A Boy”

Showbiz & A.G. feat. Dres: “Bounce Ta This”

Lords Of The Underground: “Tic Toc”

Lord Finesse: “True And Livin’”

Biohazard & Onyx: “Judgment Night”

EPMD: “The Big Payback”

Digital Underground: “Kiss You Back”

Scarface feat. Ice Cube: “Hand Of The Dead Body”

A Tribe Called Quest: “Hot Sex”

Willie D feat. Ice Cube: “Play Witcha Mama”

Yo-Yo: “Mama Don’t Take No Mess”

3rd Bass: “Brooklyn Queens”

Kwame: “The Rhythm”

Scarface: “Akshun”

Cypress Hill: “Illusions”

Diamond D: “Best Kept Secret”

Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs: “I’m Different”

Father MC: “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright”

Grand Puba: “Amazing”

Heavy D. & The Boyz: “Now That We Found Love”

Keith Murray: “Let’s Get Lifted”

LL Cool J: “Back Seat”

MC Breed feat. 2Pac: “Gotta Get Mine”

Mega Banton: “Sound Boy Killing” (RMX)

Nice & Smooth: “Funky For You”

Shyheim: “Pass It Off”

Supercat feat. The Notorious B.I.G.“ "Dolly My Baby”

Chubb Rock: “The Chubbster”

Flavor Unit MCs: “Roll With That Flava”

Three Times Dope: “No Words”

Onyx: “Throw Ya Gunz”

Naughty By Nature: “Uptown Anthem”

Mad Lion: “Shoot To Kill”

Shabba Ranks feat. KRS-One: “The Jam”

Queen Latifah: “U.N.I.T.Y.”

Bonus Omega; extra hip-hop, rap, and golden era.

[calxide]

⋆⁺ [ 023 ] meow or no info.

kazuha might be a bit ooc here ,, forgive me for i have so much big brother!kazuha hcs 🙏

ABYSSAL LOVE ✰ previous ♡ masterlist ♡ next

a/n: tea 🍵 the real chaos is abt to start oh em jay 😍 also “operation scarayn” is on venti's pov ! i think i forgot to state this info jsjdhejsjsj

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

💌 @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @kanaqwqbear @berryqueue @nejibot @wrrapedroundmyfingerlikearing @cafescara @ferumie @zannivrs @kazuhasmaid @gunz-nrozes

[sydmarch]

lmfao I always forget gunz is like an actual interviewer who talks to big musicians I see his name out in the wild & do a double take bcus I first and foremost remember him as being annoying as a dj & a bunch of goofy ass stories from going to so many emo nights w my friend