#in terms of the art though!!! Ollie!!!!!!!!n

[enhanced-operatives-division]

i would love to hear about the ollie and handler crack ship here’s a silly doodle as well

LOVE THE DOODLE YOU SEE THE VISION!!!

Also this got my ass to design Ollie so:

(Love him - Also redesigned Reggie for this too so thanks!!)

And idk if it's moreso a crackship or a rarepair that only works in an AU (HACKS up Starstruck), but Reggie's line of "...and I hope Ollie made it out too. I hope a lot of things." It's totally me reading into it but like,,,,I want them to talk because Ollie is not dead to me in my heart of hearts.

Maybe the only change is like Reggie taps into the communication on the radio in Hot Water instead of using the earpiece, so Ollie ends up hearing him also? And they end up getting along really well (with Reggie having to jump through a couple hoops to be like "haha what agency..."). There's an Agency base in the South-East coast of Australia and maybe the Agency ends up adopting him after he washes up on the shore with the escape pod (after HEAVY questioning).

Alas take a doodle of my own:

Transcript (it's just canon lines):

Ollie: "She's being controlled, it's not her fault."

Reggie: "Agent, I have 0 experience dealing with giant security squids."

[samjimcnez]

{ OLIVIA RODRIGO, 19, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that SAMANTHA JIMÉNEZ? A FRESHMAN originally from MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study CREATIVE WRITING & CLASSICS on a ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE POLLYANNA on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

pinterest | playlist tag | wanted connections [ coming soon ... ]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Samantha Jane Jiménez Nickname: Sam or Sammy Birthdate: February 25th, 2004 Age: Nineteen Zodiac: Pisces Sun, Taurus Moon, Gemini rising SEE HER FULL BIRTH CHART HERE Gender: Cis woman Pronouns: She / Her Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demisexual Ethnicity: Filipino & White Trope: The Pollyanna

How She Fits the Trope: The Pollyanna is a trope about a girl who always seems happy, and pleasant, and good no matter what happens to them in life. And their life has not been an easy one, Samantha’s life certainly hasn’t been, but it doesn’t matter, because their outlook is always sunny. There is a term in psychology called The Pollyanna Principle, or Pollyannaism, which is the tendency in people to remember pleasant things better than unpleasant things (the term has become overused and diluted in recent years but toxic positivity). That is very much Samantha to a T. She would rather live a life covered with rose-colored glasses than acknowledge difficult things, because once the difficult things start creeping in she feels like there is no way she’s going to be able to stop them, and if she lets that sort of thing take over her life she is just not really sure how she’d ever be able to deal with it. So, she clings to her happy, and pleasant escapist fantasy and that is where she is going to exist for the rest of her life. As far as she is concerned anyway.

EDUCATION & OCCUPATION

Current Year: Freshman Major: Creative Writing & Classics Extracurriculars: Freshman Class Board, Writing Club, Chess Club, Book Club, Mental Health Union, Feminists at Ogden, Tae Kwon Do Club Dream Occupation: A best selling Author Past Jobs: She has worked as a life guard when she was in high school, She helped teach kids Martial Arts at a local rec center, Currently she works in the school's library

Skills: She has a blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do and she has won 2 state championships before, and gone on to national competitions (but never won anything there). / She is a very good mediator. She doesn’t like fighting with others, and doesn’t like when others fight with each other so she tries to be the go between to help people mend things. / She is really really good at BSing knowledge, her own and others if necessary, even if she doesn’t know anything about a subject she’s good at speaking like she does. Shortcomings: Toxic Positivity in person form; she lives in her own little fantasy world where everything is great and it’s not. / She is extremely sensitive and cries over a lot of things. She honestly tries not to, and was made fun of a lot for being a cry baby when she was younger. So she tries to hold it in. But she’s not good at it. / Something else coming soon …. Languages: English, Spanish, and some Japanese thanks to Ollie's fam

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5'4 Exercise Habits: She regularly does Martial Arts & she works out at the school Gym Piercings: Her ears a couple times Clothing Style: Art Hoe

PSYCHOLOGY

Positive Traits: Compassionate, Driven, Patient Negative Traits: Sensitive, conflict averse, Escapist MBTI Type: INFJ Enneagram Type: 2w3 SP Instinct Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Temprament: Sanguine Introverted/Extroverted? Introverted Drug/Alcohol Use: None Mental Illnesses: None that she knows of

Tropes: coming soon … Character Inspiration: Suzy Pesto [ via tiktok you know the one ]

CONNECTIONS

Parents: Luis Jiménez [ father ] Bethany Howe [ mother ] Extended Family: Her Grandfather Gabriel Jiménez Other: n/a

Connection with Greer: Samantha met Greer in High School, though mostly she knew her … just as the girl who was the most popular. Everyone loved Greer, she was so pretty, and complemented people in the hallways and stuff. Samantha is aware that a lot of people say she was very fake, and she doesn’t really know one way or another, but she always seemed very nice to her. She also had a few interactions with Greer through Ollie, when they were out partying together and it ended up back in NYC. They didn’t really hang out but once again, they were always fairly pleasant interactions. The only real significant interaction Samantha had with Greer was one night in High School when she was a freshman and Greer was a Junior, she was getting out of one club later in the night and apparently Greer was getting out of some club, or sport, or whatever. She was heading to the subway, and passed Greer who was waiting for a car, but had been stopped by a couple of guys that were harassing and calling her. There seemed like there was about to be a really bad situation, so Sam stopped and very politely asked them to leave Greer alone. The guys just laughed at her and continued to be skeevy jerks, so she kicked one of them in the junk, and flipped the other off his feet when he tried to advance on her– it was easy, with Sam being so well versed in Tae Kwon Do after all. Greer found it very amusing, and took Sam home in the fancy car that had come to pick her up. She ordered milkshakes for them and they chatted a little bit before she dropped her off. That’s really where the interaction began and ended beyond the casual greetings once in a while, but it was a pleasant experience.

FACTS

Samantha grew up with her Grandfather because her parents were unfit to raise her due to their addiction problems. They aren’t really in her life anymore, but she sees them maybe once a year if that. Her father more than her mother (since she lives with her paternal Grandpa), neither of whom are together. The last time she saw her mom was probably when she was sixteen, her dad came to her High School graduation though.

She grew up next door to Ollie. He’s like an older brother to her, really and they love each other very much. They don’t hang out, or spend much social time together because they have… almost nothing in common, but she cares about him very much. May or may not be taking over the business for him after he graduates.

She went to the same high school as Greer and all of those fancy rich people on a scholarship for all the impressive awards she managed to win for literary things.

She is very straight edge!!

She will cry about anything and everything. Thank you very much!

She believes that your favorite Shakespeare play says a lot about you. Hamlet is that you’re dramatic; A Midsummer's Night Dream is that you’re Dramatique(tm); Macbeth is you support women’s rights but most of all you support women’s wrongs; Romeo and Juliet is that you’re probably basic. Her favorite is the Twelfth Night which means she has good taste.

Sam has been locked in the library for the past five months. She's come out of hibernation now though. For now …

[crvmsdecorum]

“If there is no pizza then I’m not going.” 

( zoey deutch, 24 , female, she/her,  ) Did anyone else just see ALESSIA FAUST ? I hear for the FAUST family they can be a bit IMPULSIVE & CRUEL. But I also heard they can be LOYAL & ADVENTUROUS. If you dare, I hear they frequent OLLIE’S in their spare time when they aren’t being a SOLDIER / BOUNCER AT EDEN’S. Tread carefully or else you might be next on their list !

trigger warnings;; mentions of abortion, suicide. 

T h e B a s i c s

Full Name: Alessia Vivienne Faust Nickname(s): Alice, Wild Child, Spitfire, Brat.  Preferred Name(s): None.  Age: 24 Birthday: October 30th Birth Place: Paris, France Current Residence: Chicago, Illinois Zodiac: Scorpio  Nationality: Italian Ethnicity: French, Italian Occupation: Soldier / Bouncer at Eden’s Tattoos: Has the family tattoo on her right upper shoulder and added various flowers around it, a tattoo around her neck, tattoo on her upper right thigh, collarbone tattoo in Italian,  Piercings: Triple earlobe piercings (both ears) w/ one cartilage piercing, industrial piercing on right ear. 

P e r s o n a l

Status: Single as a fucking pringle.  Positive Traits: Protective, Friendly, Selfless, Blunt.  Negative Traits: Reckless, Impulsive, Sarcastic, Grumpy.  Sexual Orientation: Straight

F a m i l y

Father: Matthew Faust (deceased) Mother: Lucille LeRoux (deceased) Siblings: Oliver, Lucian, Darcy, Effie, Hana, Cassidy, Andrew, Caleb. Others: Blair. 

P l a y l i s t

do it like a dude by jessie j • no glory by skan (ft. mime & drama b) • fight back by neffex • what’s up danger by black caviar (ft. blackway) • rumors by neffex • don’t call me angel ariana grande (ft. miley cyrus & lana del rey) • now you by gjan 

B a c k g r o u n d

Meet Alessia Vivienne Faust ; Her name literally means Defender of Life. She is currently 24 years old and a bouncer at Eden’s. 

She was born on October 30 and is the result of a rather short affair between Matthew Faust and infamous French ballerina dancer Lucille LeRoux. 

Regardless of how short it was their actions resulted in Alessia. When Lucille first learned of her pregnancy she was beyond frightened and more overly worried of what it would do to her career. 

She instantly thought about aborting the baby and on the day of the operation Lucille was confronted by Matthew himself. Feeling ambushed by his appearance the woman came clean in telling the Italian her unborn child is his. Outraged by her actions he kept a calm look and simply made a deal with Lucille: carry the child to full term and then hand the baby over to him. All expenses will be paid for the woman’s troubles plus more. Without a second thought to it the ballerina accepted this. 

The entire pregnancy was long to Lucille and came quick to growing tired of it, especially watching the other dancers from the sidelines, but she stayed throughout the pregnancy for the money. It was a lot and Lucille couldn’t pass it up. 

Soon enough the time came and Lucille gave birth and no one was by her side (Matthew was on a plane). At first she refused to look at her daughter and just allowed her newborn to be laid in her crib. The French finally gazed upon her daughter when the newborn couldn’t stop crying and no nurse was coming to her aide to sooth the infant – and you know what? Lucille fell in love. 

When Matthew arrived to the hospital to take what was rightfully his the Italian came to see the hospital room empty. No Lucille, no newborn daughter. This was the result of how Lucille ended up with a hit on her from the Italian mafia. 

She used the money he had given her prior to the birth and ran away. Lucille created a new identity for herself and moved to London. There she thrived as an artist who resided in a old fire station. The place was big enough just for her and little Alessia. Plus, the art work they would create together. 

As you all very well know all good things come to an end and Lucille’s actions quickly caught up to her. It was Halloween and Alessia had just turned five years old and was dressed as a ballerina - a nod to her mother’s former profession. She had went trick or treating with her next door neighbor and their kids, the night went off perfectly until Alessia came home. 

The ballerina child found her mother lying in the bathtub filled with water and her wrists slit so deep with a ‘suicide’ note on the sink. It was a nightmare that she forever will remember unlike most of that night. One moment she stood over the corpse and the next Alessia was in the police station an hour later covered in a mixture of water and blood. The next she remembered was a police officer wrapping a blanket around her with exciting news. “We have dialed your father and he is on his way to get you.” is what the office said. Never before had anyone spoke to Alessia about her father other than Lucille and all she would say about him is he was a charismatic business man. 

Little did Alessia know is the officer who informed her of this was on the payroll of the Italian mafia and was the very same man who murdered Lucille, but yet he didn’t act like a cold hearted killer at least not to the child. The last thing Alessia remembered of that night was meeting Matthew Faust for the first time and ditched the ballerina costume. 

Over the next few years Alessia quickly changed or more so showed more of her brute personality Lucille always kept in check. She acted out at school, but mainly against those who were bullies or she deemed they deserved it. 

The bastard daughter doted on her father constantly and loved him even more when she felt a rage against her mother for ending her life early. There was nights where Alessia expressed her thoughts of the anger she felt to Matthew. “Wasn’t I enough?”, “How could she? I - I thought she loved me.” Then the truth came to light of Lucille’s true reaction to learning of her pregnancy and how she wished to end it before Matthew told her a little white lie and said Lucille had a change of heart. He twisted the words around to make Lucille more of the bad guy and it worked like a charm. 

The anger she felt Alessia turned it into drive of what her mother is missing out on from her actions. While she caused a lot of fights in school and protected those who cannot protect themselves, Alessia somehow managed to excel in school and managed to graduate in the top ten percent. 

By the end of the summer Alessia moved to New York and attended private college institute for a business degree. She wanted to be useful to the Italian mafia when needed and what better way then getting this degree? 

Though there was something missing from Alessia’s life -- ADVENTURE. She still attended school, yes, but when not in school she would pull off some of the craziest stunts that involved parkour among many other daring things. All everyone knows is she has scars on her to prove it. 

And after almost four years in school, half way to achieving her Bachelor’s degree Alessia up and left. The need to see the world and for all it’s glory finally caught up to her and she set out to see. Of course she remained loyal to her family and often helped them out while living in Italy for a while. 

With nears stirring in Chicago of what is going on, Alessia decided she can get her fill of action back home and left Italy. 

Personality;; Alessia is an impulsive woman and is always put’s her family before herself. She does have a soft caring side though it is hardly shown to those outside the Italians. Alessia has very powerful protective instincts. She cannot stand to sit back and see people get hurt, always trying to do something to help whenever possible, even if for a complete and total stranger. She is extraordinarily devoted to helping innocent people and protecting the Fausts. Now without being said, Alessia is very sarcastic and a sharp tongue at times. She is always ready for a comeback when someone say something to her in a negative manner of the sorts. 

Wanted Connections;; Former flames, enemies, old school mates, friends, etc. I am honestly down for anything.

[iamkatehardy]

The Portrait (Alfie Solomons x Reader) - Pt 1

Request: “ Want Alfie requests???” – Oh yes, I freakin’ do! *.* - “How about a bad ass reader (maybe shelby sibling) who's trying to debate with Alfie over something gang related but can’t help noticing how tired and sort of sad he is, and hes intrigued by her and then soft fluffinessssss with two tired souls :')” by @picassho-18

Warnings: Cursing?

A/N: It’s just an introduction about how Alfie and (Y/N) Shelby met, but I haven’t posted in a long time and I was dying to upload something! Altough it might seem a little bit incomplete, Pt 2 will be here tomorrow 😍 Let me know what you think!

Tags: @sparklyreaderx @titty-teetee @but--dear-this-is-not-wonderland  @ellar21 @iv-nyc @eap1935 (Wanna be tagged in my next stories? Let me know!)

 The Portrait

Shelby, a long-established name when it came to the life of crime; the epitome of power and business, combined with a hint of relentlessness. When you’re one of them, there’s no escaping the gangster life, no matter how hard you try to, and you knew it better than anybody.

You didn’t really take a liking to the idea of being a gangster though, no matter how much your older siblings tried to sugarcoat it, acting as if it was a business like any other. Arts always attracted you more than machineguns and bills, and just like your sister, Ada, you tried to stay away from the family business and live a normal life; only one thing could make you turn into a wild animal, like Tommy and Arthur were by nature, and it was your family. That was the beautiful thing about the Shelbys, and it became even more evident at times of crisis: if you mess with one, you’re in big trouble, because you messed with the whole family.

Tommy called a family meeting; he made it clear that he wanted everyone there, including you. Although you didn’t have a very strong connection to the family business, you were the most cunning and temperamental member of the family, only comparable to Pol, making you one of Tommy’s most reliable advisors, in the few times he actually listened to advisement. During times of war you fight with all your weapons, and you would be a great weapon. You were aware Tommy would probably ask for more than your wise words; he needed help, and you couldn’t deny your own family a helping hand, no matter how much you despised their way of living.

No one wanted this war in the first place, and you had been the first to tell your brothers to back off while there was time. Tommy’s brilliant ideas had put you in a delicate situation again, and alone you wouldn’t get yourselves out.

“We’ll need to resort to Alfie’s help.” – Tommy’s voice was calm as usual, and his hands pressed tightly together.

You looked at Arthur, who gritted his teeth in silent fury, at the mention of Alfie’s name.

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea. He has proven that he isn’t trustworthy.” – Fidgeting with your hands, you looked down, pensive.

“I’m not goin’ to Camden Town, ever again. If I see that motherfucker, I’ll put a rope around his fuckin’ neck, tie it to the car, and take him for a ride…Until his body is crushed enough to feed it to the fuckin’ dogs.” – Arthur spoke slowly, clenching his fists, as he slowly turned to face Tommy.

“I figured that, that’s why (Y/N) is going…” – Tommy shifted his attention to you.

“I’m sorry?!” - You got up, hands pressed to the table, almost gluing your face to your brother’s. – “He broke you, and fucked you in the ass right after… And look what he did to Arthur! Now you want me to go there?! For him to get a bingo, fucking all the family? After all he did to you?! Fuck off!” – You shook your head, as a negative answer to his request.

“I’m finding it hard to do that too (Y/N)…”

“No you’re not, because you’re trying to send me to do your dirty job!”

“It’s not a request! He’s our only way out!” – Tommy shouted in your face, slamming the table with the flat of his hand, so hard it made you shiver inside.

You wanted to answer, and tell him what you really thought, but you knew there would be no use in trying to dissuade him or go against him;  you just bit your tongue in silence and sat down.

“Good, I’ll set up the meeting later this week.”

“Whatever, Thomas…” – You gave him a nasty look.

You had never met Alfie before, but you heard a lot about him, his business, and how he fucked your family in multiple occasions. Although you hadn’t laid your eyes on him yet, you already hated the man.

When you got to the bakery, Ollie made your presence known, but Alfie was expecting one of the Shelby brothers, not an elegant lady that was there to talk to him, according to Ollie’s words, so he made you wait, wait, and wait, while he waited for Tommy to show up. You took your old sketchbook everywhere with you, this time was no exception; as you waited outside the bakery, you took the opportunity to draw your surroundings, but patience has limits, and after a long wait you stormed inside the bakery.

“Miss, wait…” – Ollie desperately tried to stop you before you reached Alfie’s office, grabbing your arm. If there was something he didn’t need, was Alfie’s wrath for letting someone in with no permission.

“Get your fuckin’ hand off me, if you want to have two hands by tomorrow… I set a meeting with a gangster or with the fuckin’ Pope? ”

“Mr. Solomons has an appointment with Mr. Shelby, I’m afraid he can’t receive visitors right now.”

“Do you know who the fuck I am?! I am Miss Shelby, and I’ve been waiting for almost an hour now.”

All the noise outside made Alfie lose the focus on what he was doing, and he peeked through the office door.

“Ollie, what the Hell is going on’ere?” – Huffing loudly, Alfie took his glasses off.

The crook you were seeing was nothing like your brothers described him; he wasn’t that old, and didn’t seem that unpleasant. Alfie Solomons was a bastard, but he was a really good looking bastard, even when he was as pissed as he was in that moment.

“Are you Alfred Solomons?” – Holding your head up high, you acted all mighty.

“Yes…” – He gave Ollie a questioning look.

“Great… I’m (Y/N) Shelby, the one you have a meeting with. And the one you kept waiting for almost an hour.”

“Fuck… I mean, I’m sorry. Come in.” – Alfie gave Ollie a killer look, making him know he’d be in trouble for this, then gestured for you to come in, shutting the door after you both came in. – “I was expecting Tommy, I didn’t even know there were so many Shelbys out there.”

“When it rains, it pours, Mr. Solomons… There are plenty of us, ready to spread the chaos in the world.” – After Alfie pulled the chair out for you, you have him a courtly nod and sat down.

“Please, call me Alfie, a’ight? I’m an old friend of the Shelby family after all, innit?”

An intriguing expression settled upon his heavenly features, and you couldn’t help yourself; you knew you had to try to capture it in your sketchbook. You opened it on a blank page, putting it on your lap and started conceiving the draw, without him noticing.

“Spare me the sweet-talk, Mr. Solomons. I’m here for one thing, and that’s signing a contract, speaking of which…” – You lifted your eyes from the sketch, facing him, and taking advantage of that occasion to study his face once again.

Alfie furrowed his eyebrows as you extended your hand, waiting for him to give you the contract.

“You are not expecting me to sign it without reading it, are you?” – You raised your eyebrows and smirked. – “Sly as a fox… Exactly as you were described to me. But unfortunately for you, I’m the most unfuckwithable in the family. Now, the contract…” – You gave him a cocky smile.

Reluctantly, he delivered you the contract. You stopped drawing for a moment, focusing on the contract.

“Jesus, Alfie, are you nuts or something? Tommy is the one who makes deals with the Devil, not me. I’m pretty sure we were crystal clear about the conditions.  These are not the conditions we agreed. This is not offering help, it’s exploiting our misery.” – Fucking greedy man, you thought.

“Well, I figured we could renegotiate the terms of my help, aye Miss Shelby? ” – He sat back, relaxing on the chair and tilting his head, studying you intently. Alfie had the upper hand, and he knew it, he wanted to use that as much as he could.

“I’m a gypsy, we do not negotiate.” – You kept drawing him, so stoic and irresistible. – “Save your sweet-talk and blackmail for Tommy, your threats for Arthur… Those don’t work with me.”

Alfie straightened himself up in the chair, slightly annoyed he couldn’t turn the tables on you, like he did with your brothers; he couldn’t help but notice you were drawing, although he couldn’t figure out what, without the glasses.

“That’s me innit, sweetie?”- He smirked.

“No.” – Your cheeks reddened so much they almost give you away. – “My next assignment is to draw the elderly, but not today.” – You closed the sketchbook, giving him another cocky smile. Hearing you call him old, his smirk vanished. - “Now, Alfie, I suggest you make the appropriate changes to the contract. When you’re done with that, I’ll come back. Until then, we have nothing else to discuss. ” – You got up.

“Wait, how can I even get in touch with you?!” – He got up after you.

“You can’t. As long as we’re talking strictly about business, you can reach me through Tommy, and that’ll do. Have a nice day.” – You shook his hand and turned on your heel, heading to Ada’s.

[burng0d]

i luv this shit bruh!! i was tagged by @ladyancientcosmos so uh 🥺🥺ty

nickname: well uh my first and middle names are thomas jaymes so most ppl just call me tj lol, but i also get teej and jayme sometimes, and one of my best friends calls me tommy (he's the only one that gets away with it though lol)

zodiac sign: we cancer up in this bitch!! 10th july babeyyy!!!!

height: around 5'5.5" i think? (lol) i gotta remeasure myself but i've grown since i last measured myself n i was Just short of 5'5" then soo

hogwarts house: i have no clue!! i've taken the test soo many times and i get a different answer every time!! it puts me in slytherin most but i don't think i really match the slytherin traits?? tbh i think i'm a ravenclaw, but ig maybe a hufflepuff?? i'ma have to go w/ ravenclaw tbh though lol

last thing i googled: uh i was looking up the dates of stonewall for an essay for my english language class

song stuck in my head: holiday by green day (a bop!!)

following: 141

followers: 40

amount of sleep i get: generally anywhere from 2-5 hours (yikez!) but i tend to like wake up n then not move for minimum half an hour, and on thursdays (bc i start late) and weekends i generally get like 4-8hrs

lucky number: 7 or 13 lol

dream job: making music bruh!! i live for that shit!!! i'm (technically) working on a covers album rn (but i hit a lil bit of a standstill what w school n stuff rip)

wearing: pair o those art socks (the ones w/ the scream on em), grey workout shorts, a cheap lion ring i got from claires when i was like ten, n then a black shortsleeve tee over a (bright) orange (i luv halloween) hoodie (+ my friendship bracelet and necklace lol i luv my friends sm bruh)

favourite songs: fully i'ma jus drop the tracklist for my covers album here jus bc i have an excuse to now lol;

midway arcade treasures - ghostbusters vhs

townie - mitski

lithium - nirvana

drown - bring me the horizon

jesus christ - brand new

wallflower - moses campbell

half a man - dean lewis

cop graveyard - teen suicide

say something - ceschi

mama - my chemical romance

song for the sleepless - ollie mn

brite boy - (sandy) alex g

broadripple is burning - margot and the nuclear so & so's

like real people do - hozier

u.n.i. - ed sheeran (might change this one tbh but i stand by the fact that this is his Only good album imo)

we found two dead swans and filled their bodies with flowers - teen suicide (yes it's the second teen suicide song on the tracklist lmfao but it's a banger so why not)

thas not all my faves but uh yuknow lol (i need to stop sayin "uh" lmfaoo)

instruments: guitar, bass, ukulele, a lil piano, recorder(if we're counting that), whatever i remember of clarinet from yr5, the teensiest bit of drums, and i'm tryna learn violin at some point

random fact: i recently shaved my own head (down to a buzzcut) for a laugh and livestreamed it on instagram lmfaoo

aesthetics: in terms of clothes mid-to-late 2000s noel fielding lmfao, but in general i luv anything even vaguely edgy and i love mid-to-late 2000s low qual emo shit and midwest emo (especially irt music), and i was gonna say sumn else but my mind jus blanked but yh basically i luv edgy (especially ironically edgy) shit

okay so uh now i gotta tag 17ppl so uhh,, dw if you don't wanna do it n sorry if you've already been tagged or already done it hnnnggg:

@b-lurryblitzbee @izzy-24-xx @glennatohowerton @theentiregdtime @hauntedmoth @anthonycrowley @junkyardvampire @idioticnimrod @macfoundhispride @whatriverrunsdeeperthanthis @bookishbloop @crazypaddydennis @floralmac @gayfatmac @bastardmanvibes @lesbianfreyja @weirditalienplumber

[lgbt-teenager-support]

Compliments!!

GROUPS

Discord chat is my family, i know I’m new on this discord app but every time i talk to each and everyone in the group chats i feel safe and happy because I’m so lucky that I’ve meet them. My life got so much better when I started talking on the chats. It felt like a new family for me is being created with all those accepting beautiful people. They all helped me a lot in terms of finding out my gender, making me feel good about myself, making me smile even though i was feeling down and basically encouraging me to look forward for the next day/week/year. I’m so glad i found this group chat on tumblr because without them i don’t know what will happen to me.

i'm not really close to anyone in this server tbh but everyone's so nice and funny and helpful and i just love all of them,, so,, shoutout to everyone especially mods y'all are amazing and ty for doing all this for us <3

Honestly everyone in here is so amazing and I wish that I could scoop you all up and hug you forever and take all of your pain away but I can't and that physically hurts me. I love you all so much. <3

Everyone!!! On!!! This!!! Server!!! Is!!! So!!! Hecking!!! Valid!!! I'm!!! Love!!!

Everyone on this server is so nice and supportive of each other??? You're all making this place a great environment and I'm so grateful for that??? I just want to thank you all???

Questioning people are so hecking valid, yall are great people and I hope you can find labels that represent who you are

Mods are so amazing? Y'all put up with us dorks even when we're asking you for loads of stuff and y'all are such great people? Yall are the people who make this server possible and I don't think I can ever say thank you enough??? Especially considering yall are doing this to let us awkward beans complement each other??? Thank you so much!!!!

The Angry Bees group is amazing and everyone there is great and i love everyone there and they are all so helpful in figuring out your identity (this is to everyone, all 120 something of you)

everyone you’re amazing n y’all deserve gay lov whether it’s platonic or romantic n to hav a great day

PERSONAL

Mother Alex is such a good bean??? They're so nice and caring and supportive??? I'm literally crying thinking about how amazing he is??? They deserve the world???

Das!!! Is!!! Such!!! A!!! Good!!! Dad!!! Bean!!! So!!! Valid!!! So!!! Nice!!! 10/10!!! Would!!! Dad!!! Again!!!

Lulu is so pretty and nice, as pretty and nice as Eli!

Eli is so pretty and nice, as pretty and nice as Lulu!

Le is so awesome??? She's really nice to talk to, best satan we could hope for tbh

Alex: you're my favorite person

Vic is a wonderful human being who deserves more than he gives himself credit for. He's kind and lovely and very skilled.

le is so amazing and i love her 

le is actually the best and she gives me life

le is my favorite and i hope she has a great day

i love le

Lulu is amazing and pretty and just so so great and she is so supportive and i love her lots <3

Das is super funny and great and super friendly

Mom Alex is great and so lovely and very good at Moming

Lance is super nice and friendly and just great

Lee is just so expressive and i love how they type because it’s just so expressive and unique

Le (the void) is great and even though they’re quiet they are always there for people

Ollie is so smol and nice and lovely and just great

Leaf is a v nice bean and so smol and lovely

Watson is great at arting and is nice and great

Earios is the tol bean of the group and is v nice

Taylor is nice and lovely and pretty cool

Anna is great! at! singing! and also a very nice and welcoming and lovely bean

Stripes is a smol bean that is so nice and amazing

Karen is very pretty and she’s nice and also lovely

Lindsay: We never talk and I know that you aren't in a good place, but this is a reminder to be gentle with yourself

Mod Charlie is sweet and awesome and I love them so much!!!

Mod Ink's name is cool as hecc + long live the bi bob

Mod Rowan is coooolll and so is their aesthetic

I love Mod Ryan even tho he's not active lately <3

Mod Kai's answers are so short, sweet, and to the point while  still answering the question and honestly goals

Mod Kathy is the sweetest person ever and genuinely cares about everyone and is so supportive and is one of those people who asks how your day was and cares about the answer

Mod Owen is v friendly 

Eli is a gr8 caring friendo 

Das is a valid boi 

lulu is a blessed cat friendo 

Yael is a talented friendo 

Megan is really good at building with legos holy hecc The writings y’all paste in this server ARE LIT AND GAY 10/10 

Das’ philosophy is v interesting 

Phoebe is v pretty 

The void is a welcoming friendo (Especially to a shy bab like me) 

[toovain-forpain]

ALRIGHT LETS DO THIS

I’m equipped with a selective attention span and a moderate understanding of Japanese, TIME TO LAY OUT MY THOUGHTS ABOUT CHAPTER 49

Obviously: spoiler alert, I won’t try being vague either. Screenshots included, along with some minor translations that are more paraphrasing than actual translations. 

SO FROM THE TOP

YOSANO LEADS THE CAVALRY AND THEY LOOK DAMN GOOD DOING IT!! VERY HOPEFUL SHOT. THEY’RE KICKING SO MUCH ASS. Which is understandable tbh like in terms of making use of abilities? They’re is Illusion Support, Healing Support and a Tank, this is about as Dream Team as it gets. Also YOSANO so A++

(Anyone realise that Harukawa’s art in this chapter is fucking heavenly? They really did the Most this time. I love them so much it’s killing me.)

Next up THESE ARE LIKE. SOME OF THE HOTTEST PANELS I’VE EVER SEEN FROM BSD I SHIT YOU NOT I THREW MY PANTIES AT THE SCREEN. RANPO IS TURNING IT THE FUCK UP, NO ITEMS, FOX ONLY, FINAL DESTINATION. AND CHUUYA. CHUUYA, MY SWEETHEART, WARINESS IS SUCH A GOOD LOOK ON YOU. THANK YOU BASED HARUKAWA.

If anyone wants to know: Ranpo here is referring to Chuuya as ‘Beautiful Hat-kun’! I’m not sure if this has happened beforehand, but IT SURE IS NOW AND I SURE AM... CONSIDERING IT. BOY. I FORGOT RANPO IS OLDER THAN CHUUYA UNTIL HE USED ‘KUN’ LMAO I LOST IT.

The convo’s gist is: Chuuya: I’m not gonna fight an ADA member with no ability Ranpo: Oh? But you’ve lost to Dazai, yes? Chuuya: 

Then KATAI’S PLACE. THIS WHOLE PART. I CAN’T ACTUALLY BEAR TO POST THE WHOLE THING SO HERE’S THE GIST OF ME:

1) KUNIKIDA FUCKING BAREKNUCKLE PUNCHED A HOLE THRU A CEMENT WALL BOI WHAT THE F U C K

2) Atsushis face extended my lifespan (the rest of the manga tho brought it back down to 0)

3) Fun fact this panel was the first spoiler I saw before reading the chapter. I thought to myself, ‘ah, Kunikida went with Atsushi! Splendid! That means we’ll get to see KNKD talk to his husband Katai!’

4) I’m so sorry. I jinxed it. I cursed it. I’ve failed all of you. THATS THE FACE OF A MAN WHO JUST WATCHED HIS FRIEND OF 10 YEARS GET SHOT BY A FUCKING DEMON. STONE COLD. IM DEAD INSIDE BITCH. DEAD!!!!!

5) I CANT EVEN BEAR TO LOOK AT IT ALL I WANT IS FOR KATAI TO COME B A C K PLEASE KUNIKIDA’S BEEN THRU E N O U G H JUST... LET HIM HAVE A BREAK N HUG HIS FUTON HUSBAND WTF

THEN NEXT UP IS FUCKING AKUTAGAWA AND KYOUKA LIKE FUCK

LIKE BITCH WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! HE SAYS ‘IT’S BEEN A WHILE’ WHICH IMPLIES?? SO MUCH??????? I LOST IT IMMEDIATELY?? APRICOTS: DROPPED.

AND THEN THE LEGENDARY PANEL

HE SAYS ‘FINALLY (AFTER A WHILE), AN OPPONENT WITH BACKBONE’ (I THINK?? HE USES A JAPANESE EXPRESSION THAT IMNOT FAMILIAR WITH) LIKE BRUH

Personally this part wasn’t all that interesting to me until the later half of it but I’LL GET TO THAT

Skipping over the RanChuu part bc idk what to say fam, they’re trapped in a murder mystery now and Ranpo literally said “Let’s try not to die together” im Tired That They’re Targeting Me Like This

Tbqh i feel that if my senpai grabbed my fucking knife and snapped it in hald with his bare hands i’d be fucking terrified but KYOUKA... SHE’S BEING BRAVE AND ALL. LOOK AT HER EYES. THEY’RE A FOCAL POINT THROUGHOUT THE NEXT FEW PAGES

I’M TOO LAZY TO ACTUALLY PUT PAGE BY PAGE HERE SO HAVE THE DIALOGUE INSTEAD

Aktgw: Isn’t it odd, Kyouka. Your eyes. They are very different from when I first met you. =FLASHBACK, 6 MONTHS AGO TF= Kyouka: Are you the one with the Ability that can cut through anything? Aktgw: If so? What of it? Kyouka: Snow Demon killed my parents. I want revenge. So please kill me, the owner of this demon. =FLASHBACK END= Aktgw: From your eyes, it was obvious. You hated life. From the time you jumped off the train, until the ship, and the whale, you did not see meaning in living. Kyouka: What would you know about that? Aktgw: I do know. Because there was (I knew?) a child with those same eyes, void of life’s purpose. Kyouka: What happened to that boy? Aktgw: The same thing that happened to you. Through meeting certain people, and through meeting certain groups, they were able to lose those eyes. AKUTAGAWA’S FLASHBACK ATSUSHI (!!!!): I SAW WORTH IN KYOUKA, EVEN THOUGH I’M WORTHLESS MYSELF...!! (MY FAV PART, WAIT FOR IT) Aktgw: ...Kyouka. Aktgw:  よかった な (Yokatta na) (YOKATTA NA) (ITS HARD TO TRANSLATE BUT THE SENTIMENT IS ‘IT’S GREAT’ (THAT YOU FOUND THE ADA’))

AND HE SAYS THIS WITH ENOUGH SINCERETY THAT KYOUKA LITERALLY OLLIES RIGHT THE FUCK OUT!! SHE LOOKS SO WORRIED TOO LIKE FML... I’M WORRIED TOO BITCH AKUTAGAWA LITERALLY SHOWED A FUCKING EMOTION!!! AND ATSUSHI IS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT OUT THAT EMOTION IN HIM!!! WHAT!! THE!! FUCK!!!!

MY SHIN SOUKOKU HEART BITCH I CRIED. SO MUCH. FUCK. AKUTAGAWA SHOWING KYOUKA AN EMOTION FUCKING RUINED ME!!!

Ah the rest of it is lemon man rambling and the cavalry RETREATING I didn’t bother translating it bc im not interested in him, basically FUCK!! THIS CHAPTER WAS WILD AF

[iamkatehardy]

The Portrait (Alfie Solomons x Reader) - Pt 3

Word Count: 2.2 k

Warnings: Just cursing 😁

Summary: Can (Y/N) Shelby and Alfie finally reach an agreement? Will they say “See you later” or “Goodbye”?

Preparing the ground for the final part(s)!

The Portrait Pt.3 

 The first rays of the rising sun, which shone in through the large window in the bedroom, woke you up. You lacked courage to immediately get up, so you just rolled on the bed, covering your head with a pillow; another round of negotiations with Alfie Solomons definitely wasn’t something you were eager for. Furthermore, he made you wait for about an hour last time, didn’t he? He deserved a possible slight delay.  

You took your own sweet time getting ready; if you were going to trash Alfie, you would do it in style. The dolling up process was followed by a strong cup of coffee, while you leafed through the day’s newspaper, two vitally important things for a Shelby in the morning.

After getting a lecture from his boss, Ollie knew better than keeping you waiting. Not many women visited the bakery; when he heard the staccato sound of your heels clicking on the floor, he hurried to meet you at the entrance, escorting you down the hallway, to Alfie’s office.

“At least you’ve learnt something from my last visit, haven’t you, young man?” – A self-satisfied smile formed on your pouty lips.

After Tommy’s little prank involving grenades, Ollie had realized Shelbys were crazy motherfuckers, just like Alfie, or maybe worse ; he kept silent, trying to stay low and out of trouble.

Alfie waited in his office, even more impatient than usual; he kept coming up with excuses for his rather odd reaction to your delay , telling himself  it was because he was eager to get his hands on Shelby Company Limited, or maybe because you were thirty seven minutes and fifty two seconds late already. He knew exactly how late you were; his piercing eyes had been absolutely glued to his golden pocket watch since the appointed time.

When the doorknob jiggled, he nodded his head gravely, expectantly looking at the door.

“Ollie?!” – Alfie’s eyes moved to the man staying behind you, before he closed the door.

“Yes , Alfie?”

“Note this down, next time Miss Shelby graces us with her presence, we should offer her a watch, aye. Now, go.” – Waving his hands, Alfie shooed Ollie away.

“Oh Mr. Solomons, that is very considerate of you…” – You shot him a scornful appraising look, taking a long breath. – “ And I really appreciate that, but you don’t need to bother… It was a deliberate fashion delay.” – Your gaze locked with his, as the corners of your mouth lifted, to form the Shelby irresistible signature smirk.  

“Fashionable?! Women…” – He watched you closely, as you sat down, amused, yet cautious.

“ I didn’t expect you to know a lot about that subject anyway…” – Raising a caustic eyebrow, you looked down with a mocking air, while straightening your skirt.

“About what’s fash…”

“No, Mr. Solomons, about women.” – You interrupted him,  eyes darting over his face again; you could see a vein pop out in his neck, but his expression was seemingly neutral.

“May I offer you something to drink, aye?” – He tried to avoid the topic.

“A decent business proposition would be a good start…” – You shot him an impatient look. – “But after that, I wouldn’t say no to an Irish whiskey.”

The phone rang, in the otherwise silent office. Alfie looked at it, then at you.

“You should pick up; it seems to me like they won’t be giving up. Furthermore, we’ve got some time on our hands.” – You nodded silent approval, eyeing him warily.

“I’m sorry. I won’t be long, a’ight?“– He answered the phone and you took the opportunity to get your sketchbook once again.

Alfie spoke slowly, thinking and weighting his every word, as he stroked his beard. He blinked slowly, focused; his blue-green eyes were dark oceans of immeasurable depths, where you could drown yourself in, with no need of ever again coming up for air. His thumb slid across his lips; they looked soft, luscious, warm and unusually inviting, despite the coarse speech that often left them. His mind changed from brute to brilliant in a matter of seconds. He was immovable, irreverent, intriguing; it was annoying, but definitely enticing. He probably didn’t realize all that about himself, but even if he did, Alfie seemed to you like the kind of man that wouldn’t care; you loather it, and you loved it.

While working furiously on the drawing, your eyes devoured and took in each of his gorgeous features; you were possessed by a frantic need to have his portrait done, an undeniable appeal to capture all the secrets hiding in his features, the ones he wouldn’t voluntarily tell. He had no idea how much he inspired you, and you didn’t want him to; as soon as you’d lay your eyes on him, inspiration struck you as swift and sudden as a lightening, a raw electrifying feeling down to the cusp of you being, and the need to let it out through the thing you liked the most : art.

You woke up from your creative trance when you heard the name Tommy. After angrily closing the sketchbook, to keep it away from Alfie’s sight, you leaned forward on the table.

“Tommy, like my Tommy?”

Alfie just nodded; he liked to bargain with your brother, Tommy was way more flexible about the conditions than you were.

You ripped the phone off his hand, sitting over the table.

“Thomas, fuck off, keep your nose out of my business. You weren’t so willing to do business with Mr. Solomons when you sent me here, were you? Well, now I’m in charge, and this time, you can’t fuckin’ boss me around! Are we clear?” – You yelled, before slamming down the receiver. “If he calls again, you’re not answering, it’s my signature you need.”

He never though there was someone brave enough to shout at Tommy Shelby, let alone tell him to fuck off, and hang up on him.

“You’re in charge, sweetie.” -  A soft low laugh escaped his throat, followed by an amused smile.

“Let it be a warning for you too, Alfie. I’m not screwing around. Now, the contract, did you rework it?”

Alfie took the contract out of one his desk drawers, along with a bottle of Irish whiskey; after scooting the contract to your side of the table, he poured you a drink, which you promptly took in your hand, taking a sip as you carefully analyzed the contract.

“Way better than the first one…” – You swirled the whiskey that was left I the glass, tapping your foot slowly on the ground.

“So, what do you say, sweetie?”

Taking a deep breath, you put the glass down. Bending over the table slowly, you chuckled, making sign for Alfie to approach. He did; his elbows were resting on the table, hands clenched together, as he dipped his chin, looking  at you over your glasses.

“I say… Fuck. You.” – You whispered right in his face, before sitting back down. – “This is not what we agreed upon!  I don’t know what kind of deal Tommy promised you, but I’m not my brother… So, from now on, we’ll play by my rules, or we won’t play at all.”

He sank back in the chair, closing his eyes; a corner of his mouth lifted.

“Listen, love, it really pains me to be the bearer of bad news, especially to such a beautiful, determined, cunning little lady like you, a'ight… But you’re hardly in a position to make any demands, innit doll?” – He unclasped his hands and threw them up, opening his eyes to face you once again.

“Why am I even wasting my time?” – Rolling your eyes, you got up. – “You’re such a leech!”

“I’m a skillful exploiter of situations…”

“And you take pride in it, unbelievable…” – After grabbing your stuff, you turned on your heel.

“(Y/N), wait.” – He took a deep breath.

“What?” – You gently turned to face him.

“If you leave now, you lose.”

“I guess it makes two of us, Alfie. I’ve got something you want too, and I would gladly give it to you in exchange for your support and loyalty, if you know what that means, that is. But it’s never enough for you, and I refuse to give in to your disproportionate greed. So, negotiations end immediately.”

“ You’ll be losing far more than I will. You will be facing a war, not a single ally.”

“We’re fuckin’ Shelbys , Alfie, we are forged in fire… We stick together through thick and thin, and that makes us ready to face any war. If you can breathe, you can stand, and if you can stand, you can fight… With or without you, we’ll make it. Our demons will keep us company anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a long ride home, and I should be getting on with it. ” – Your gaze stayed on him a moment longer than it had to, before you gave him a courtly nod.

“I am sure that we can come to an arrangement in this regard, a’ight? Please, let us sit and talk.”  - He had weighed your words; the togetherness of your family had always been its strength, he knew it, and he envied it. Alfie didn’t have a family structure to back him up, or for him to back up, but maybe he could compensate that void in his life by helping your family.

“We tried, twice… Regrettably, however, we have failed to reach an agreement. We’re both too stubborn, and inflexible, for that.” – A faint smile crossed your face, disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

“Sweetie, I insist. We draw up a contract together and sign it.”  

“But this is the final try.”

“Name your terms, Miss Shelby.” – He made place for you on his side of the desk, bringing an extra chair, pulling it for you to sit, and bringing you pen and paper.

You shot him a look in which surprise and amusement were nicely fused, before siting by his side. After making a list of the demands and concessions of both of you in the negotiations, you discussed it for hours, before you finally reached an agreement that pleased both. You finally signed the contract, before Alfie folded it and put it on the drawer.  

He poured you another whiskey.

“Thanks.” – You took a sip, rubbing  the back of your neck  with your free hand.

“When are you going back to Small Heath?”

“Soon, I need to rub this in Tommy’s face, as soon as possible…” – You smirked victoriously, giving him a look of triumph.

“Oh…” – He pressed his lips together, furrowing his eyebrows, somehow disappointed you had to leave so soon. You were a tough nut to crack, but he could relate. – “ Didn’t like the city, huh?”

“As a businesswomen these were hard days here, Mr. Solomons…” – You glared at him, but then you chuckled. – “But I actually like it here… As an artist, I had a blast! I hadn’t feel so alive and inspired in ages.”

“An artist? “ – His eyebrows rose, and he curiously studied you.

“We can say I didn’t get the gangster gene in my DNA…”

“You’d never know it to look at you…” – He made a face.

“I’ll take that as a compliment…” – You got up. – “ It was a pleasure doing business with you , Alfie.“ – You extended your hand for him to shake

“Likewise, Miss Shelby.” -  He looked at your hand, then at you, and he finally took it, kissing your knuckles softly, instead of offering you a handshake.

Chivalry and Alfie Solomons combined? Was hell freezing over or something like that?

“(Y/N).” – You gave him a warm smile.

“(Y/N), a’ight.” – He reluctantly let go of your hand.

“I know you said I wasn’t in position to make demands… But may I ask you something?”

“Of course, by all means, yes.”

“I might have been drawing you…” – Your cheeks turned pink

“Might?” – He looked at you over his glasses.

“And I might as well finish it, if you wouldn’t mind, that is.” – Cocking your head lightly, your eyes widened, waiting for his answer.

Since he couldn’t come up with an excuse to see you again, he was thankful you did.

“I…” – He hesitated for a second.

“It’s ok to say no, I get it, really ” -  Nodding courtly, your lips curved into a sincere smile.

“NO. I’d like that, aye? We could meet up..” – He tried to set up a date, but you interrupted him.

“I don’t want to bother you, Alfie. I’ll come here later in the week,  before I leave for Birmingham. I will ask Ollie if you are available. If you are, we can finish it, if not… We can finish it another time.”

“We have a deal.” – Letting out a deep throaty laugh, he rubbed your shoulder.

“So long, Mr. Solomons.” – You decided to dare, and gently kissed his cheek, before heading out the door.

Once you left the bakery, Alfie called Ollie to his office.

“Cancel all the meetings I have this week, a’ight ”

“But Mr. Solomons…”

“Don’t question me! Need to available when… Never mind, just do it, aye? I have an important appointment, I just don’t know exactly when, so cancel all the others. “– He shooed Ollie away once again.

“He’s getting even more nuts with age.” – Ollie whispered to himself.

“But definitely not deaf, little boy!”-  Alfie shouted, throwing him a book before he disappeared through the door.

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