#its 9:30am man

[afriendofmara]

There will always be a fondness for 2000's christian rock and pop in my heart. Little me adored those beats, even the sad ones. That was all I had to grasp onto and I did, they mean so much to me. But what makes me still so fond even nowadays, I've never viewed them in a god way. Its always been in a Friend or Family way. 6 year old me would listen to Natalie Grant bang out the tunes and sat in front of the cd player dazzled. This is what its like to find love, to find friendship, to find companionship, I thought. I listened to the entirety of Portable Sounds by Tobymac and knew that this was about what loving your family means. Today I understand that these are sometimes about friends or lovers but always they are about god. I just can't come to see that. NEEDTOBREATHE's The Outsiders is genuinely one of the best music albums in my life and my brain to this day wraps it in friendship and hands it over

[alexisomnias]

— BESIDE YOU . .

⤷ moving in with them after graduation

featuring HEARTSLABYUL

 RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

• He wants everything to be perfect. He wants you to be happy every second of the day your home, he loves you so much haha. So expect him to be a little stiff and nervous at the beginning

• He establishes household rules with you. The rules aren’t stuffy or stiff but more so schedule like rules. Examples being who does what chores on what day, not to do this, boundaries, etc.)

• Riddles own household situation was AWFUL; so he wants the complete opposite for you! He won’t allow you to be reckless, but he won’t allow the house to feel strain or unwelcoming. So he gets you to help him loosen up a bit!

• He is NOT doing the cooking on his own. Get him a cookbook or help him with it lol, he won’t get cooking on his own. But it’s a cute learning experience + bonding time for you both

• Riddle unfortunately will not cuddle you in bed , which sucks since he’s a heater on his own. His skin is always warm, so if you want to cuddle him, just hold him

• Strict bedtime schedule for him. You can go to bed and wake up anytime but he’s in bed by 9:30pm and awake by 6:30am

• HE HAS A GARDEN GOING! He plants a rose field in your backyard along with some strawberries. It’s a red row outside. Beautiful though

• You don’t even have to worry about the bathroom tbh, Riddle doesn’t spend a lot of time on his appearance. He spends enough that he looks refined, but it’s not overdone either

• He actually found a struggle in picking a place aha, money wasn’t the problem he just overthought every aspect of the home. Whether or not you’d be comfortable, how much space would it be, the conditions. So you did help with the picking lol

• This is his first time actually losing contact with his mother, which is a larger step than you may think. But he’s okay with it since he’s doing it alongside you, and he’s so, so much happier since his everyday starts and ends with you

 ACE TRAPPOLA

• Ace is ecstatic to finally be moving in with you. He’s excited to finally take this big step into each others lives. Though he may not show it, he’s also pretty nervous. He doesn’t want you to get sick of him…

• God give you patience because you’ll need it. This man will test a tiny bit every day

• Ace isn’t very accustomed to household chores lol, so you may need to do some heavy lifting. He will do the dishes though

• I can see you two having smaller meals rather then larger ones, just smaller quick heat-up meals, unless your a huge cooker, then he’s not complaining

• He’s fucking NERVOUS when you two agree to sleep on the same bed, he’ll tease you while his brain runs miles on whether or not he snores or kicks in his sleep

• Everyday is pretty fun and chill with him, whether it’s just casually throwing pillows at one another; random hugs in the hallway, or just chilling on the couch watching movies.

• I can see Ace as a kid who sleeps with a light on 😭 so expect a little night light next to his side of the bed when falling asleep.

• Ace will mistake your clothing with his, and no he does not care. His clothes are yours, so yours are his. A fair deal, no?

• On the earlier days of the move in, Ace wanted to be seen as a reliable significant other, and would often do grand domestic gestures akin to one’s in books or movies. Later on though he’s chilled and it’s like living with a roommate.

• ITS A FIGHT FOR THE SHOWER, he’d spend an hour in the shower, and two in the bath. Bro takes FOREVER just to never brush his hair

• Ace is more of a roommate than a househusband, he can be annoying or caring. It really depends on the day haha.

 DEUCE SPADE

• He’s scared shitless. He’s making a huge step in his life moving in with you! It’s the first time he’s moving out of his moms home, and he’s worried moving in together will cause a small strain and lead to arguments

• All his worrying was for naught though, as once you two move in together it’s literally a cute slice of life perfect movie

• Deuce is either able to cook a good meal, or he burns down the kitchen. He can make smaller meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But larger meals is something he should get help on

• Speaking of meals he ensures you eat all three meals a day! It’s good for you, and if you’re not hungry he’ll mix up a fruit bowl or something small like that for you to munch on.

• It’s either shocking or not that his favourite thing of home life to do with you is shop. It’s kind of weird, but the process of creating a shopping list, planning meals, then going out and buying the groceries before helping carry them in just make his heart flutter. He’s helping you, and in a way it solidifies that you both are in each others lives.

• He may develop insomnia because he gets so nervous sleeping next to you! It takes a while before he grows accustomed to your presence. It’s not your fault, he’s just a nervous wreck.

• He FaceTime's his mom every week to check up on her 🥹 sometimes you’ll be next to him and she’ll talk to you asking for an honest answer on how Deuce has been holding up. It’s an adorable family situation. You guys aren’t even married but it feels like she’s your mama too.

• He wants to adopt a pet with you, doesn’t  matter what kind. I can see Deuce as a huge family oriented guy, so a small cat or dog (or something else if you’re allergic) to take care of together would make him super happy!

• He’ll probably do most of the driving around unless you enjoy it. He likes driving you around in a car, or he’ll take you out for a night drive on his magi-wheel after dinner

• He takes a lot of time in the morning to get his makeup perfect, and to straighten his hair haha

 CATER DIAMOND

• HE WAS SO EXCITED TO MOVE IN WITH YOU! Big step who? He only knows excitement!

• Through this you see all sides of Cater. He can’t bare to keep up his always smiles at home, so while at home you’ll see him be much more relaxed and quiet. He doesn’t keep to himself, but he isn’t as bright as he seems to be on average.

• He admits that he loves the concept of being in each others lives like this, making a permanent mark on each others everyday.

• He isn’t a huge eater, so you really don’t need to make lunch or even sometimes breakfasts for him.

• He makes daily posts on Magicam and Twstter about some things of your day to day, whether it’s a meal you make, just cuddling or funny stories you can expect an update on living from cay-cay everyday!

• He takes at least 10 photos everyday, you know those moms who take a photo of you every second? He’s like that, he adores memories. He has his own little album under the bed he sometimes looks through..

• He's HUGEEE on décor, so expect him to do most of the furnishing and going furniture shopping with you once you two buy a house! He loves it.

• The communication with the bathroom is actually pretty good, you both have a schedule for who will shower when, and you both do your makeup and hair together <3

• When in bed, he’ll wrap his legs and entangle them with yours! He likes feeling connected to you (if you’re uncomfortable with that, he may also hold your hand!)

• He takes you out on a date at least once every two weeks! Whether it’s in the home, or out for dinner he ensures to treat you and make you feel loved.

• Cater organizes your outfits for the day sometimes!! He’ll make you both some matching outfit plans sometimes, or he’ll spend the night before setting up outfits for the next day, going through the closets and working with you.

• He enjoys being able to relax and settle down with you in the comfort of the home, with a blanket over him not needing to worry about the stress of being unliked or ruining the mood. Simply enjoying each other.

 TREY CLOVER

• You’d think you were living together for years by how perfect everything seems with him??

• He’s got the house all cleaned, and knows how to keep it that way, he has a schedule already set for you and him. HES GOT EVERYTHING !!

• As you should expect, he does most of the cooking, he likes having decent size meals, normally two food to each dinner (a side dish and main). He also always has dessert for you both ready! He bakes during the day sometimes when neither of you are working!

• Definitely tries to ensure if you have unhealthy habits you get them on the healthier side. Like poor eating habits and insomnia he tries to help best he can.

• Run for the hills, he’ll ensure you spend ten minutes brushing your teeth every morning and night. He never stops, he’ll spend 30 minutes in the bathroom just brushing his teeth istg

• Trey probably wakes up 7:30 sharp or something like that. So rip your ears if you don’t like alarms

• Househusband for real, he’ll do the chores around the house though sometimes you guys set a plan on who will do what

• He’s very schedule oriented, he has a day plan for everyday lol

• He’ll do the grocery shopping for you! But sometimes you have to go with him to ensure he doesn’t overspend on baking ingredients haha!

• Trey isn’t a huge cuddler but he will wrap his arms around you sometimes! Or he’ll touch skin with you

[baby-yongbok]

Baby its 9:30 am on a MONDAY. And here i am thinking, brain rotting over sex worker!seungmin and undiscovered pain slut!reader.

Like she knows what shes into, shes read the fanfiction, she knows what gets her going bit shes never acted it out with anyone, ya know?

So when seungmin grabs her by the hair and spits in her face shes 🫠🤤 "do it again"

9:30 am... IT WAS 9:30AM when you sent this. I was getting ready to see my THERAPIST. You made me wanna curse with the all the FILTHY thoughts you got running through my head🫠😭 As a masochist I love you for this request.

Masochist?

Sex Worker!Seungmin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Seungmin is referred to as Sky + Started a new medication so writing this beat my ass. My brain isn't mine yet, I'm sorry if it sucks

Word Count: 1,753

Warnings: Hair Pulling, Slapping, Spit Play, Cursing, Degradation, Biting, Choking (Sorry If I missed any)

✨Masterlist✨

You had to try it. You had to know what it was like but you couldn’t do it with anyone you knew and there’s no way that you’d trust a random guy from a bar to fulfill this need; they probably couldn’t even make you cum if they tried. That’s how you ended up here, in a motel room that was surprisingly clean and a hot guy that you hand picked like a thanksgiving turkey standing across from you leaning against the wall by the window. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt trying to look anywhere but at him. If someone would’ve told you that you were gonna hire a sex worker in the future to test out your pain kink you’d laugh in their face yet here you are doing exactly that.

“I take it that you’re nervous?” His tone is dry yet curious. His eyes haven’t left your frame ever since you two got to the room, you figure that he’s studying you so that he can do his job in the best way possible but you also have no fucking clue how this works.

“Uh, yeah.” Your words come out quieter than you wanted and you internally curse at yourself for it, you must be the most boring client ever.

“Then what’s the point of this?” His tone is flat and a bit harsh. It should bother you but it has you pressing your thighs together instead, something that the man in front of you noticed right away. “Are you a virgin or something?”

You look forward for a second trying your best to work up the courage to look him in the eyes but his raised eyebrow and crossed arms make you feel nervous all over again. You settle at staring at his feet instead.

“No, I’m not a virgin.” You scoff a bit at the question before sighing. “I just want to try something.”

“Alright? Spit it out.” Your thighs press together again at his rough tone confirming his suspicion. He internally smiles at himself for figuring you out. 

“I just, I want to try out this kink and I’ve read about it and I’ve watched porn on it but I’ve just never done it so I -” You’re cut off by the man’s annoyed groan as his arms fall to his sides and he shifts his position against the wall.

“What are you, a five year old? Get to the damn point.” He watches you carefully taking in your body language which is the same as before only this time you whine a bit under your breath.

“I think I have a pain kink and I wanna try it out.” Your words come out in a shy whisper and the man in front of you scoffs.

“Can you speak? Why are you whispering?” He takes a step towards you, bending forward a bit to catch your gaze. You glance at him for a second before looking away.

“Repeat yourself.” He hisses at you as he straightens himself back up. The truth is that he heard exactly what you said but he enjoyed watching you react to him way too much to take it easy on you and from what he could tell you were enjoying it too.

“I- I said that I think I have a pain kink and I want to try it out.” You projected your voice this time, forcing yourself to sit up straighter and look up into his eyes for a second.

“Oh.” He clicks his tongue and nods his head as he slowly takes a couple of steps towards you. “You’re a pain slut?” 

Your eyes flutter shut briefly before you shake your head. “I guess.. I haven’t had the chance to actually try it, hence why you’re here”

He slowly steps towards you until he’s right in front of you. You stare down at his black combat boots, too shy to look into his dark gaze. “So you want me, a complete stranger, to rough you up?” 

His tone is teasing and condescending and you absolutely love it. 

“Yes.. sir” He scoffs above you, squatting down in front of you, he successfully catches your gaze this time and you feel like you have no choice but to hold it.

“Call me Sky, not sir.” You nod your head at him and he lightly rests his hand on your shoulder. You jump ever so slightly at the sudden contact but he doesn’t seem the slightest bit concerned or bothered by your reaction. He actually seems to be entertained by it. 

“Is that your real name?” You ask out of curiosity and he laughs sarcastically.

“You think I’d give some lonely girl like you my real name?” He shakes his head at you, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “Be forreal.” 

“Sorry.” You look back down at your lap as an embarrassed blush runs over your cheeks.

“Will you just fucking look at me, already.” His hand quickly moves from your shoulder and laces into the roots of your hair, yanking your head back and forcing your eyes to land on his. A loud moan erupts from your throat as the sting from his grip sends chills down your spine and a wave of lustful heat washes over you.  “We can talk about your fantasies all night or I can fuck you. You’re the one paying me so you decide.”

You swallow hard as your breathing picks up a bit, you take a deep breath mustering up all of your courage before speaking. “Do that again.”

A wicked grin tugs at the corner of his lips before it fades into an expression of faux confusion. 

“Do what again?” He mocks you, tilting his head slightly. “This?” 

He fists the roots of your hair again pulling you up with him as he stands. A pained hiss followed by a deep moan leaves your parted lips as you rise to your feet. Your hands instinctively wrap around his forearm in an attempt to ease the pressure. 

“How pathetic” He hisses before he purses his lips and spits in your face. You feel his saliva paint your cheek and a groan escapes you. He pulls you closer to him so that your faces are no more than an inch from each other. “You liked that didn’t you? You like being spit on and treated like a slut?”

His free hand comes up to your face and wipes the spit from your cheek. 

“Open.” You part your blushed lips just enough for him to slide his spit covered fingers into your mouth. You lick the saliva off of his fingers mixing it with your own and he shakes his head at you as he watches you melt into his grip on your hair. “Disgusting”

He lets go of your hair with a slight push causing you to stumble back into the bed. 

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable just ask me to stop, think you can do that?”

“Yeah.” You meet his gaze with a new found confidence. You cross your arms against your chest as the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds too long “I’m not paying you to stand there.”

A grin stretches across his lips, he steps forward lacing his fingers around your throat and pushing you back into the mattress. “Someone’s feeling good now, huh?”

He hovers above you, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress next to your head while the other moves from around your throat and lands a sharp slap onto your cheek. You groan at the sudden sting, pressing your thighs together. He slaps you again this time a bit harder while he wedges his knee between your legs and presses it firmly against your cunt. 

“Fuck, Sky.” The words leave your lips in a breathy moan as he wraps his fingers back around your throat pressing firmly at the sides and drawing a deliciously sexy whimper from you. He fights back his own satisfied groan as he leans down into your shoulder and bites at the exposed flesh just hard enough to leave a mark. 

“She likes slapping, hair pulling, choking, and biting.” He pulls back from your shoulder, admiring how red your skin got from his previous actions, that’s sure to leave a pretty bruise for you to remember him by. “But can she cum from it?”

“Yes.” You moan out as you grind yourself against his knee, the soaked fabric of your panties causing the friction to feel even better. 

“Show me then.” You nod your head as you continue to work your core against his knee, surely leaving a stain on jeans. Your body trembles as you close your eyes and arch your back, The pressure of his hand around your neck bringing you dangerously close to the edge. Just as you settle into the sensations a new one is added, you gasp as you take in the sharp pain of your sensitive nipple being pinched and pulled between his fingers. You let out a loud moan as your  peak of pleasure sneaks closer and closer. 

“Oh my god” You arch your back further into his body as you feel yourself come undone, your body trembling as pleasure floods through you. 

“So she can cum from it.” Your eyes flutter shut as you try your best to catch your breath. You want to say something, anything but you simply can’t form any words. Instead you find yourself smiling out of pure satisfaction and pleasure.

“More.” You breathe out as you start to crave the high all over again. “More, please.”

“She’s begging, huh?” He lets go of your throat and lands another sharp slap across your face before spitting down at you. “Your desperation is pitiful.” 

You moan at his words, your hands blindly searching for a place to rest. You sigh lightly when you brush across the tent in his jeans. Your eyes open and land on his before trailing down his torso and finding the bulge of his hard cock. “Fuck me.”

“Gladly, but first..” His hand slid into your hair again, fisting it tightly and pulling you up off of the bed. You stand with him and before you can place both feet on the floor he pushes you down by your shoulder until both of your knees meet the motel carpet and you’re gazing up at him. Your glazed eyes meet his dark ones as he bends forward slightly. 

“Beg for it.”

[fyodior]

I want so badly to sext my fave,imagine sexting Chuuya like he's in a meeting and needing to stay all proper but he sends you little snippets of his hand holding a pen in various suggestive ways? 🫠 There is so much potential, if Dazai was sitting in a corner spot in the ADA he's simply unzipping and taking a quick snap just to rile you up 😭 who do you think would be into subtle sexting,you always have the sauciest ideas flora 🥰

🦑

im such a fan of sexting i think its so fun HAHA so id LOVE to sext the bsd boys

dazai's the worst because he'll just jumpscare you with the nastiest texts whenever he's feeling it. like you'll be at work at 9:30am look down at your phone to see some shit like "really missing your wet pussy rn :/" with a picture of him grabbing his bulge through his khakis. he's really good at it tho like he knows just what to say to have you sweating and contemplating going into the work bathroom and getting off. and he's SO shameless, he'll say anything and everything without any restraint, will get so nasty and horny because osamu dazai is fucking nothing if not shameless

chuuya is a little different, the man actually has some decorum so he's not gonna send you bulge or dick pics at random. he might send some vaguely suggestive stuff, talking about how sexy you are and whatnot, but nothing more than that. the real heat comes on the nights when chuuya is away for work, in a lonely hotel bed, and is hit with a sudden urge to be inside you. that's when he's typing with one hand how badly he wants to fuck you stupid, see his cum dripping out of your pussy, demanding to know whether you're touching yourself like he is. UGH he's so sexy

[spookietrex]

Story Time with Spookie!

So let me just tell you a kind of infuriating, kind of funny story about mental health hospitalizations. (If you're only here for the funny bits, stick to the last 5 paragraphs!) This is a true story that I experienced. Names have been changed.

Tw: sexual abuse, involuntary mental health hospitalization, stalking

So for context, I am an ambulatory wheelchair user due to hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos, POTS, and fibromyalgia. I have severe PTSD from multiple incidents, borderline personality disorder, autism (but mask almost automatically due to my trauma. I did extremely well in society before my autistic burnout. I am now experiencing severe symptoms), shaking/tremors/possible seizures (current diagnosis is functional neurological disorder but I have severe cognitive decline. Now find simple children's math books complicated (spent 45 minutes on one problem today in a number puzzle workbook for ages 7+), severe depression/anxiety, but most importantly I have severe trust issues with medical professionals because they keep involuntarily hospitalizing me when I, my wife, my therapist have both told them it doesn't help. When I am triggered/scared, I have PNES where I can't walk. Like at all. I will fall and hurt myself. (I also have POTS).

So I go to the hospital got some unrelated reason and they decide that I'm suicidal because I have a history as a kid and I have passive suicidal ideation controlled by a therapist (my exact words). They keep me for 2 days at one facility no AMA (barely feed me anything I'll actually eat. I'm a vegan), only at certain times was I allowed to to have any comfort items (my fuzzy blanket, was brand new, my phone, etc), they make up lies and decide my health even when I am honest (lmao they literally wrote in my medical record that i threw up on purpose, but they focus on the fact that I use marijuana for pain. Even though I have my medical card.) then tell me I'll be moved upstairs to the psych unit to "finish my psych hold, " where my wife will be allowed to visit me for one hour two times per week. So I'm annoyed but whatever. I know the plan. They tell me they're going to move me at midnight; plenty of time for my wife to get back from work. Nope, they suddenly tell me at 9:30pm the ambulance is on its way to take me to the new hospital. I start freaking out but am doing my best to not do things that will make me stay longer. I make them wait for my wife to say goodbye and deny all my sleep meds and request an Ativan so that I do not have a major meltdown at the new hospital. The entire time, I am shaking nonstop. I am barely aware of my surroundings. I am sweating like crazy and the EMT is very concerned. I ask to leave but am denied.

We finally get to the hospital (10:30pm) and they hand me paperwork to sign in and tell me they will not engage with me unless I sign. I ask if that means I can leave. She says no. I am forced to sign the paperwork voluntarily admitting myself despite actively voicing concerns. (1:30am)

The nurse is nice enough but she is distracted because another man is actively detoxing. She asks about trauma history and because I am exhausted and hope it helps, I tell her about my messed up childhood and my story. She validates me and leaves due to another patient (3:00am) tells me she has to take the fuzzy blanket for now but I should be able to get it back. Another lady comes in to take the fuzzy blanket. I am having a meltdown and shaking so badly I can't stand. She tells me to hand it to her. I gently toss it to her because I can't move. She yells at me. I tell her I'm having a seizure andcan'twalk. She says "no you're not" I repeated that I needed a wheelchair. She checked with the nurse and came back with a wheelchair. (4:30am)

Ended up on the psychosis unit because I told my doctor I was seeing color swirls that weren't there. (Kaleidoscope vision before migraine) The nurses on the unit laugh in my face when I ask about the fuzzy blanket. (6am) The bed was uncomfortable and I had no privacy. At this point, I'd been awake 24 hours so I slept. I got in trouble for sleeping 🥴

The worst part and the reason for this story there was this male patient that arrived on like my second or third day. He just walked into my room when I was laying down reading and stared at me for a while. I screamed at him to get tfo of my room. My roommate heard me yelling and came to help. He finally left but muttered something along the lines of, "I can do whatever the f--- I want. It's my f---ing room." This alarmed me so I alerted staff. They rolled their eyes and said, "That's just Billy. He doesn't mean any harm."

The next day, I am in the common room talking to someone, Billy comes up to me multiple times after I tell him to please leave me alone. He writes down his phone number on a piece of paper and tries to give it to me multiple times after he sees me accept my roommate's information. It happens in groups. Staff does nothing. It's not just me he's bothering but he's clearly targeting and following me. Other people notice and report it to staff. He did this for a few more days before I finally snapped. I yelled. I yelled really loudly to get the f--- away from me. I said it multiple times (I wanna say like 10) and staff did nothing before my roommate (again) told them I was yelling and to get him away from me. They gave Billy a shot for that.

That night I couldn't sleep. I was rolling through the hall with my wheelchair around 3am and heard the sound of a male masturbating. I rolled myself up to the counter wanting pain meds because my entire body was in pain and Billy's roommate Lamar was up at the counter asking to use the bathroom because his roommate was masturbating in theirs. (Ew).

The next day was the night before I found out I was leaving. I spent the day talking to group members that I liked and exchanging contact information and coloring. He again tried to offer me his information but I stayed with an easy way out or a barrier between him and I. Billy went out for a cigarette break with the rest of the group around 6pm. I sat inside with Aqua. We noticed that there was some commotion outside. Later, we learned from another group member, Levi, that Billy had gotten close to a dissociative girl, unzipped her jacket, and grabbed her breasts. She tried to push him off of her but didn't have much success. Lamar saw this and punched him off of her. Staff shoved Billy back inside.

Okay for this next part: there were a few people who knew I could walk but most of the group members had no idea. I had a fall risk bracelet (I am). So I'm sitting in the corner with Aqua also blocked in. Billy comes charging in and beeline directly for me. I have had it at this point. I have told him and told him. I scream louder than I have screamed at this facility to get the f--- away from me. This does not work. I get louder and louder until I am filled with adrenaline and no longer give a shit about whether I fall on my face (but am pretty confident I won't). I stand and take a step forward and shout so loud that the smokers could hear me through the glass outside. Staff comes running. Billy is looking shocked and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, "Hallelujah. It's a miracle. You can stand." I am seething and am ready to tear this man apart just as staff arrives to take him away. I sit down in my wheelchair and stare at Aqua, slow blinking, aghast at what just happened.

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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 9: It's Snowing

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 3458

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: N/A

Unnamed Chat

[10:30am, Monday]

Jake: hey ter what do u do when ur scared

Terry: Um.. Terry: I don’t know if I’m qualified to give advice about this

Jake: idk if i can ask amy out

Terry: Ah, right. Now this I’m more qualified for Terry: If you think that taking a risk this big comes with not being scared at all then I’ve got bad news for you man

Jake: shit.. for real?

Terry: Real Terry: If you try and plan too much or overthink then you’re gonna psych yourself out Terry: Just ask her when you’ve got a moment alone

Jake: we just had a class together alone and then walked to the next class together alone.. Jake: and i still couldnt do it

Terry: Give yourself a pep talk right before you hang out and when you’re all pumped just go for it

Jake: hmm okay Jake: i can try

Terry: I don’t know what else to tell you, this isn’t a dip your toe in and check the water kind of situation

Jake: ur right ur right

Terry: Best of luck, it’ll be fine

Jake: thanks ter

Terry: And if it all goes wrong then you can listen to Taylor Swift and cry ;)

Jake: im gonna kill gina

-

He’d already spent all weekend making himself feel guilty that he hadn’t asked her out yet, and his determination was waning each day that passed. All of Saturday he kept thinking how he should’ve asked her on Friday, and how he should ask her today instead. Then when Sunday rolled around he kicked himself for not asking on Saturday, and over again by the time Monday came around.

The excuse he made was that he didn’t see Amy in person on the weekend, so how was he supposed to ask? He couldn’t text her, he was a gentleman and wouldn’t do Amy the dishonour of asking her out via text.

Sunday night he tried to hype himself up that he’d ask on Monday, then he saw Amy on Monday morning for their classes that day and once again the cowardice took over. They had come so far since their toleration of each other a year ago, Jake was so scared to ruin it all.

The two of them sat in their classes, Amy took diligent and detailed notes as per usual while Jake tried to keep up with her. But he couldn’t stop the smile creeping across his face knowing that Amy would automatically make a copy of her notes to give to him, and how he found hers to be less confusing than his own disjointed notes.

Everything was colour coordinated between topics and headings and classes, she would use the copier in the library so Jake had the pages too, she even started sending him the ones she typed up. He had mentioned once that he felt bad, like she was doing all the work and he just benefited from it.

“Notes are nothing, you have to actually complete all the assignments I’m just giving you the information told to us written down. Besides, I like doing it” was how she had responded matter-of-factly, as if it wasn’t the biggest thing in the world that she went out of her way to help him.

How he probably would need to repeat classes and would be stressed from head to toe if it hadn’t been for her just giving him notes. But the pages also felt like parts of her, her handwriting and always correct grammar. The colours of her specific highlighter set which Jake would borrow to colour in the pictures he drew in the corner of his copies when he was bored.

She had woven herself so easily into his life and Jake was in no way eager to untangle himself.

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[03:26pm, Monday]

Cameron: Phone break over Cameron: Back to the essay plan

Ferris: 5 more mins???

Cameron: You’ll feel bad about yourself if you don’t do it

Ferris: uuggghhh ur right

Cameron: I know I am, now look up from your phone and talk to me like a normal person

Ferris: u got it

-

“When was the last time you ate?” Amy asked seemingly out of nowhere when Jake had put his phone down.

“Uh I don’t know, like one-ish” Jake answered, confused.

“Have this” Amy reached into her bag and pulled out a granola bar, handing it to Jake.

He held it and just stared at it, unable to form words at the gesture.

“You focus better when you’re not hungry” She answered his unasked question while returning to her studying.

“Thanks” He said quietly, opening the bar and eating it.

He ate the granola bar and mused on the metaphorical weight of it. She had it in her bag just for him, he knows that because she doesn’t like this brand (he had to listen to the five minute long rant about it) so she had it just for him. She knew what helps him focus, although now his mind was transfixed on a damn granola bar so much he barely had room for essay plans.

Finally, after at least 20 minutes of mild crisis and definite overthinking he’d hyped himself up, Amy wouldn’t have brought a granola bar for nothing and she wouldn’t copy all her notes for nothing, and she wouldn’t help him for nothing.

She wouldn’t spend nearly five hours with him on a Thursday evening while they had dinner together and laughed and told stories for nothing. She didn’t even suggest inviting their friends to dinner.

Jake cleared his throat.

“Hey Ames, can I ask you something?” He tried to mask the nervousness in his voice.

“Yeah sure” She didn’t look up from her book but her pen did notably stop moving.

“I was just wondering if-“

He was cut off by the sound of a phone vibrating against the table, Amy’s screen lighting up with the contact name ‘Mom’. She quickly pressed a button to stop the vibrating and let the call go to voicemail.

“Sorry about that, go on” She said hurriedly, now looking at him directly.

“Um I was just gonna ask-“

Her phone started vibrating again, same contact name and Amy groaned in frustration this time.

“Sorry I’ve gotta take it, she’ll just call again if I don’t” She was holding her phone, annoyance written all over her face at having to take the call.

“That’s fine, go ahead” He smiled at her, not quite reaching his eyes, “tell her I said hi” He joked, making her laugh lightly before she got up and walked off to go outside, answering the call on her way out of the library.

Jake sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair, he rubbed a hand over his face and groaned in frustration probably a bit too loudly for library etiquette. The confidence was gone, when she got back he was going to brush it off and move on.

So much for psyching himself up over a damn granola bar.

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[08:10am, Tuesday]

Pineapples: good morning sluts

Queen G: whats got u in such a good mood

Pineapples: idk just feel like today is gonna be good

Mr Grapes: Love that energy! Today IS going to be a good day

Four Eyes: Good morning!

RoRo: i am not on board with this energy

Queen G: yeah idk about this

Pineapples: u two are no fun

RoRo: good

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[08:55am, Tuesday]

Ferris: i hate to do this to u but im gonna be late to class

Cameron: Seriously?? Why??

Ferris: thought i had time to go get coffee but the coffee shop did not have time for me

Cameron: Fine, I’ll let the professor know

-

[09:10am, Tuesday]

Cameron: You can’t show up to class late bringing coffee for both of us!

Ferris: but i did and u cant do anything about it Ferris: and i havent gotten a thank u yet

Cameron: …Thank you Jake

Ferris: ur welcome! Ferris: now stop texting me ur distracting me

Cameron: Oh my god

-

She was embarrassed he had walked into class late, sat down next to her and handed her a cup of coffee in front of the whole class and professor. Amy didn’t want that kind of attention on her during class, the only attention she wanted was when answering a question correctly.

But she couldn’t stay mad for long, he had bought coffee for her too without her even asking. The coffee wasn’t the only thing warming her up on what was a severely cold morning, her heart over the moon at his thoughtfulness.

Jake wouldn’t have just bought her a coffee for no reason, right?

The lesson continued on and Amy was thankful for the distraction, getting to focus completely on her notes and the work assigned instead of Jake. Although, he was always there even if she didn’t realise it – the smell of his cologne mixed with coffee on his breath, his foot almost touching hers as they sat next to each other and the occasional bouncing of his leg which caught her eye.

They walked out of class together and as Jake told her about the coffee shop situation, she decided that today was the day she asked him out. She had to do it before she lost her nerve or was left alone long enough to over think and talk herself out of it.

She swore she was going to do it, they walked all the way to Amy’s next class together. He had just followed her there, despite not having the next class together. There was finally a break in the conversation.

“Uh Jake?” She tentatively approached.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to know-“

His phone pinged with a notification, and she just about wanted to destroy every phone in existence.

“Sorry just a sec”

“No problem”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen quickly, eyes going wide as he began swearing under his breath.

“Shit, I’m late” He shoved his phone back in his pocket and looked back up at Amy, not noticing the way her next class were filing into the classroom, “What were you saying?”

He asked her to continue, and Amy wanted to so badly but he was late and she was nearing to be late. The moment had gone and she’d lost her steam.

“Don’t worry about it, get to class” She shook her head and smiled, trying to play nonchalant and being thankful that Jake didn’t seem to notice.

“Okay, see ya”

Amy said goodbye back as Jake started to rush away towards his next class, once his back had turned she deflated and sighed before walking into her next class. Once again, grateful for a distraction from Jake.

To make Amy’s luck even worse, her and Jake didn’t get a moment alone for the rest of the day. Charles joined them to study and then he and Jake had dinner together – Amy was invited, but after the failed attempt earlier that day she wasn’t in the mood to socialise.

That evening instead of studying she spent her night getting lost in a book, a romance one where she childishly pictures her and Jake in the positions of the main characters. She goes to sleep hoping tomorrow she’ll have the courage to ask him- tell him how much she wants to be with him.

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[08:35am, Wednesday]

Ferris: hey uh will u have a spare minute at all today? Ferris: i know we dont usually study today but yeah

Cameron: Um I’m not sure, I have a few classes and then I’m having a meeting with one of my teachers

Ferris: meeting??

Cameron: I wanted to discuss some of the syllabus for this semester and this is the first chance she’s been able to fit me in since we got back from holidays

Ferris: ah ok fair enough

Cameron: Why do you need a minute? Is something wrong?

Ferris: no nothings wrong i was just wondering :)

Cameron: Okay, have a good day!

Ferris: i will try

-

As it turns out, Amy didn’t have a spare minute all day.

Jake was fidgety all day, he had woken up and decided once again that today was the day he was going to ask her out – but he’d thought that for the past two days and so far hadn’t been successful so the hope was dwindling.

He ran into Gina at the coffee shop who said he probably didn’t need any more caffeine judging by how nervous he looked.

“What do you mean?” He asked with an offended look on his face.

“You have the same look on your face when we’re in line for a rollercoaster” She had responded.

“How do you even remember information like that?”

He order was called out and Gina waited until he was standing next to her to answer.

“Because I’m a good friend and you always look so scared before a rollercoaster it’s a bit funny” She smiled deviously upon saying her last point, “Seriously, what’s wrong?”

Gina’s order was called before he could answer and when she had picked it up she dragged him to sit down at a table together, Jake has resigned himself to the notion that he wasn’t getting out of this conversation.

“So spill, you never keep secrets from me” She punctuated her sentence with a sip of her drink.

“I know but I dunno if I wanna tell you this one… yet” He fidgeted with his cup on the table, not being able to hold eye contact with Gina for too long.

“Alright fine. It’s nothing bad, is it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No it’s not bad, it’s actually pretty good but I’m just feeling… a lot” He had trailed off, unable to find a better word for the tornado of thoughts and emotions he felt on a daily basis.

“Well I’m here whenever you need” There was a few moments of silence between them as Jake gave Gina a smile that showed he understood her.

“Now that the gross stuff is out of the way I gotta tell you about my date on the weekend”

“I don’t know why you dragged yourself into Sasha’s business but I need to hear all about it-“

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[05:25pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: hope ur day hasnt been too hectic :)

Cameron: It kind of has unfortunately Cameron: Sorry for not being able to chat more

Ferris: thats okay

-

He was lying on his bed and wondering what to do, he hadn’t seen her all day or spoken to her much and it made him miss her. Finally, he was fed up with being scared, Jake gave himself a pep talk.

You’re gonna tell her and it’s gonna be fine. If she doesn’t like you back then that’s okay, you will just pretend it never happened. If she does like you back then… we’ll cross that bridge if we get to it. You are not a coward, you aren’t your father, you can ask out the girl you like. It’s not even that big of a deal- except that it kind of is- but it isn’t so its fine. You can do this Jake Peralta, don’t be a coward.

A newfound excitement surges through his body and without much further thought he’s slipping his shoes on and leaving his dorm in a rush. He all but runs through the building to get outside, hoping the frosty air will cool him down a little as adrenaline pumps through his veins.

He exits the building and the first thing he notices when he gets outside is that it’s snowing, lightly falling and probably getting caught in his hair. He pays it no mind as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins typing furiously, not bothering to look where he’s going – he knows the way to Amy’s dorm like the back of his hand.

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[06:23pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: r u in ur dorm? Ferris: can i come over? Ferris: draft message: plea

-

He wasn’t able to finish his frantic messages as he bumped into someone also walking down the path looking at their phone. Without thinking Jake’s arms go to steady the person he bumped into, ready to apologize profusely and keep speed walking to Amy’s dorm.

Upon looking up at the person who’s shoulders he now had a hold on he realised he’d bumped right into Amy. Her nose and cheeks were red from the cold, a scarf wrapped around her neck and Jake noticed how pretty the snow looked as it fell into her hair.

She instinctively reached out for him to steady herself, her hands settling on his biceps and Jake felt like his skin was on fire despite the harsh cold. Amy breathlessly said his name as they stood there holding onto each other and not moving.

“Where were you-“

“What are you-“

They had both started speaking at the same time and then stopped to laugh at the mistake.

“I was on my way to your dorm” Amy spoke first.

“I was going to your dorm” Jake responded in slight disbelief.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise at his explanation, and her lips were slightly parted as if about to say something but not knowing what.

“Why?”

That was the response she had finally settled on and Jake swore there was a look of hope in her eyes, her hands holding onto his arms just a little bit tighter. He knew it was now or never, and how could he lie to her any longer. Amy was all he wanted.

“I was coming to see you, to ask you on a date, and- if you’d be interested- ask if I could be your boyfriend”

It was rushed and frantic sounding, but Jake smiled the whole time because it was finally happening and as he said it Amy’s face didn’t turn into one of disgust but something softer – one of relief and joy.

“That’s a bit of a coincidence then” She joked, earning a laugh from the both of them.

“Oh” was all Jake could manage in that moment, trying to process how Amy was on her way to ask him out.

He immediately felt so silly for all the hesitation and trepidation he had been feeling, he was scared for nothing. Amy liked him back, Amy had been rushing to ask him the same question he wanted to ask her. He wasn’t being rejected.

“Well in that case-“ He was able to speak now that his brain had caught up, and pretended to kneel down, Amy still holding onto him.

“Don’t you dare kneel” She scalded him, but there was no bite or malice behind it as the smile spread across her face gave her away.

Jake laughed and stood again, using his hold on her shoulders to bring her closer and carefully sliding his hands down to her waist.

“Amy Santiago, will you do me the pleasure of being my girlfriend and going on at least one date with me” He looked into her eyes, trying to stop tears of joy welling up in his.

“Jake Peralta, I would love for you to be my boyfriend, and I will happily go on a million dates with you”

They both laughed again as Jake brought his forehead towards Amy’s, touching lightly with their noses so close he could feel the heat coming off her. He didn’t know why they were laughing, nothing particularly funny had happened but he supposed this is what it’s like to be so happy you don’t know what else to do.

But he knew what else he wanted to do.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked quietly, so only she could hear.

“Please” Her response was immediate, no hesitation and Jake could only guess she had been waiting a while for this moment.

He leaned in and pressed their lips together, and it was everything Jake had imagined it to be. Her lips were soft and she tasted like how her lip balm smelled. Amy’s arms moved to wrap around Jake’s neck as she fully leaned into him, while his wrapped around her back to hold her even closer.

Jake could feel her smiling into the kiss and couldn’t help but smile back, when they finally pulled apart he was out of breath and trying to figure out whether it was all a dream.

Amy placed one more kiss to the corner of his mouth and finally Jake could confirm it wasn’t a dream.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: Another chapter out so quick because the passion with which i wrote this section is craazzyy! last chapter i said there would probably only be one more but that was a lie! This is probably the second last chapter and i'll have one last one to wrap it all up!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was so fun to write and i'm really happy with it! Thank you so much for reading, commenting, and leaving kudos - i'll have the next chap up as soon as I can <3 <3

[workersolidarity]

[the moment a young man was shot in the al-Fara'a camp during the occupation army's raid of the occupied West Bank city of Tubas Friday]

🇮🇱⚔️🇵🇸 🚨

💥ISRAELI OCCUPATION ARMY STORMS THE WEST BANK CITY OF TUBAS IN VIOLENT RAIDS💥

📹 Scenes from the shooting of a young Palestinian man after occupation forces raided the al-Fara'a Camp in the West Bank city of Tubas Friday.

The Israeli Occupation Forces (IOF) stormed the al-Fara'a camp at approximately 9:30am [local time], operating in the camp for about 4 hours in total, with several rounds of back-up forces entered the camp shortly after the storming began.

The occupation army dispatched its forces from the Hamra military checkpoint on the outskirts of Tubas, deploying snipers on the rooftops of a number of buildings in and around the al-Fara'a Camp.

Violent clashes took place after the occupier arrived. Occupation Forces surrounded the home of Palestinian citizen Fares Sawalma, demanding a group of young men inside the home surrender to the occupation army.

Soon after, IOF soldiers fired ENERGA anti-tank rifle grenades into the besieged residential home, and later arrested the four sons of Fares Sawalma: Falah, Mujahid, Abd, and Aziz Sawalma.

At least one person was shot in the hand and later arrested inside the ambulance addressing his injuries.

Occupation soldiers also wounded two other young men, firing live bullets at them, hitting one of the young men in the chest and the second in his lower torso before being taken to the Turkish hospital in Tubas to receive treatment for their injuries.

Another Palestinian citizen, Mahmoud Ahmed Shubaki, was arrested by occupation soldiers during the raid, bringing the number of detained Palestinian hostages in the raid to six.

Two drones were also shot down during the operation, however it is unclear to whom the drones belonged or who shot them down, though it was likely an occupation drone shot down by local citizens or resistance forces in the area.

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@WorkerSolidarityNews

[everything-magic-sparkles]

The State with the Black Stain

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A horror-mystery fic

~Warnings~

Mentions of violence, scopophobia, uncanny valley, true crime, sexual content

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Your alarm goes off at 6:30am. You really don’t want to go to work, though it’s all you have to look forward to for the day. That is, if you want to keep food on the table. Your job, a 9-5 at a VHS store in Milwaukee Wisconsin. You had been working there for a couple of years now. It didn’t pay much, but that doesn’t matter when you live alone.

It wasn’t that difficult of a job, either; Restock the shelves, work the register, know the genres of movies, and where to find them. Check in on time and clock out appropriately. There wasn’t much to hate about it, but you did hate how late you’d get out sometimes. You didn’t live too far away, but you didn’t live in the nicest part of your neighborhood, so being out late at night made you nervous.

A lot of times you wouldn’t be doing any work at all, so you’d read the newspaper. What else were you supposed to do? After a while of reading, you started to notice that the headlines all had the same focus: disappearances.

Was there any explanation for all of the disappearances? No. All that law enforcement knew was that 17 had gone missing so far without any indication of where they could’ve gone. You wondered how that could happen in such a small town. But, it can happen anywhere, right?

It was slightly disturbing to hear about all those disappearances and made your nightly trips back home even worse than they were before. Eventually, though, your mind wandered elsewhere and was able to forget about it.

That was, until a particular customer gave rise to the notion all over again. In the worst way possible.

“will that be all, sir? Just this film right here?”

“Yeah that’s it. I have a coupon for it Lemme get it.”

The man dug through his pockets as he looked for the coupon, “Oh, by the way, have you heard about the disappearances lately?”

Oh boy. Here we go.

“Y-yes I have. Why?”

“Well you remember that guy that died all those years ago? I can’t remember his name. All I know is that…” he leaned in closer to you, “People think he’s still alive. You know, the Milwaukee Monster.”

The name sounded familiar to you.

“Oh yeah- uh… W-wasn’t he a cannibal, too?”

“Mhm.” The man said, “He killed a bunch of black men around here… They took down the apartment building, but I don’t trust it. Mm-Mm. Not for a second. This state has a bad mark on it…”

You shut your eyes tightly remembering what happened 30 years ago. His face was still plastered in your memory. “Have a good day, sir…”

That memory was enough to set your paranoia into full swing. That man was one of the worst serial killers in American History. Sure, he was dead, but that didn’t mean that Milwaukee was over the tragedy.

Instead of trying to forget about everything, you decided to do some digging to jog your memory. You remembered having an old box full of old newspapers and magazines in your house. Eventually you found what you were looking for; an old newspaper with the headline: Cannibal-killer: Jeffrey Dahmer confessed to 17 murders.

The name made your stomach churn. Amidst your nausea, however, you made the shocking connection that the number of disappearances lately had directly matched up with the number of the monster’s victims;

17.

Just as you made the horrible realization that something wasn’t right, your radio began to play on its own.

‘Babe, I love you so.’

The radio sang as you stormed over to shut it off,

‘I want you to know, that I am gonna miss your love, the minute you walk out that door.’

“This isn’t fucking funny…”

‘So please don’t go-‘

You shut the radio off. The song name showed on the display, ‘Please don’t go, by: KC & The Sunshine Band.’

“Goddammit. How am I supposed to get any sleep now?” You thought, heading to bed. Surprisingly, you were able to fall asleep. Not without conflict from your mind, of course.

No one could’ve been playing tricks on you. You lived alone. And why would they? You were a young man that worked at a VHS store who wasted half their money on buying cigarettes. That’s about as generic as you can get. Hiding in plain sight.

Your last customer of the night walked up to the register.

“Just this, please.”

The man handed you a copy of the movie ‘The Exorcist III.’ You cocked a brow at the title as you scanned it, knowing how gruesome it was.

“That’ll be ten…”

Something caught your eye.

“T-ten ninety nine…”

Your eyes were glued to what appeared to be a man’s face, staring at you from behind one of the shelves. A white face.

“Is something wrong?” The customer asked.

“N-no I just… it’s nothing.”

When you were done scanning the movie’s barcode, you slipped it into a bag and handed it to the man, to which he left.

Something told you that you needed to get the hell out of that store. So, you did. You went straight home and didn’t look back.

‘What the hell even was that?’ You thought, ‘Maybe that bastard’s ghost is running around here still. I know what I saw wasn’t a fucking person.’

You lock your doors and windows out of paranoia and try to head to bed. That is, until your radio plays again. The same damn song as the night before.

Now you really know something is fucking with you. You get up to go shut the radio off,

“Alright, where are you, shithead? Get the fuck out of my house! You’re not welcome here!”

The radio plays again and you continue to shut it off every time it turns back on. At this point you were completely defeated and terrified, but you didn’t want to leave. Inside there was better than out on the street. You slid down the wall of your living room and covered your face, about to cry.

Between your fingers and your tear-blurred vision, you see him. The white face you saw earlier, standing in the doorway, his eyes peering down at you.

“Fuck!” You yell and cover your face, shutting your eyes quickly.

As you do so, you hear footsteps getting closer to you.

‘I’m so dead I’m so dead I’m so dead’ your thoughts ran amuck. After a while there wasn’t any response. So you uncovered your eyes.

Big mistake.

There he was, standing right in front of you. Jeffrey Dahmer. His ghost, rather. You wondered how he could look so real, despite being dead.

“Wh-what the fuck do you want?” You squeaked out.

The man grinned, a sharp-toothed smile stretching across his face, “You.”

To be continued…

[come-away-with-me87]

All I Need Chapter 9

Chapter 8 here

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You didn't know if it was the whiskey making you react, but suddenly, you turned around and faced Shouta.  You two looked into each other's eyes. "Y/N..." he trailed off in a husky, gravelly voice.  You then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him down to you, and kissed him with everything you had.  He deepened the kiss by gently pressing you against the door, and cupping your face with his hands.  You suddenly had the realization of what was happening, and you pulled away from this kiss.  "Shouta...I'm so sorry...this shouldn't have happened..." you trailed off before opening his door and running out, leaving a bewildered-looking Shouta in your wake.

You ran next door to your dorm, quickly unlocked it, got inside, and locked the door behind you before Shouta could come running after you.  Except, he didn't.  You didn't hear any footsteps in the hallway, and you were thankful.  And regretful.  You just led him on by taking the initiative to kiss him, knowing full well how he feels for you.  You felt absolutely awful about yourself at that moment.  How could you do that to him?  And to Mirai?  He has only been gone a little over six months; it was much too soon to be kissing another man.  Oh, what Mirai would think of you if he saw you now.

You couldn't face Shouta again anytime soon, not after what just happened.  It was late, but you texted Principal Nezu letting him know something urgent came up that would need to take you out of town, and you wouldn't be able to make it in the next two days, which were Thursday and Friday.  You felt badly for calling off so soon after returning, but you truly could not face Shouta right now.  At that moment, you texted your younger sister, Shiori, and asked if you could come stay with her for the next few days.  She has always been a night owl, so you knew she was still awake.  And just as you expected, she texted you back almost immediately, "of course, Y/N.  Is everything okay???"  You texted her back letting her know you would tell her everything tomorrow when you arrived.

The whiskey you drank eventually reared its head, and you were suddenly very tired.  You washed your face, brushed your teeth, put on your night clothes, and went to bed.  You didn't have any dreams that night, and despite how tired you felt, you barely even slept, tossing and turning for the majority of the night.  You probably slept for a total of about an hour, when you saw it was 6:00am.  You got up, made yourself some coffee, and started packing a bag for your stay at your sister's house.  You packed up as quickly as you could so you could get out of there before the teachers and staff would start their descent over to the school.  Your phone suddenly vibrated, and you gulped.  It was only Principal Nezu; thank goodness.  He was just responding to let you know he received your text, that he hoped everything was okay, and to let him know when you planned to return.  You texted him back thanking him for his kindness, and let him know you would be back on Monday.

Your bag was all packed by 6:30am.  You threw on a long sleeve shirt, jeans, and flats, and threw your hair up in a ponytail.  Shiori lived a little over an hour away, so you wanted to be comfortable for the drive.  You picked up your bag, poked your head out of your door, and saw you were in the clear.  Thankfully, you didn't have to pass Shouta's door to get to the entrance of the dorms where your car was parked.  Still, before he had a chance to come out and see you, you ran down the stairs, ran outside, threw your bag into the backseat of your car, and drove off, leaving the Heights Alliance campus behind you.

Traffic was pretty busy that morning, so you didn't arrive at Shiori's house until about 8:15am.  You parked your car in her driveway, got your purse and bag out of your car, and knocked on Shiori's door.  She opened it and gave you the biggest hug; she was always so warm and inviting.  "I knew you were coming, Y/N, but I wasn't expecting you this early!" she said with a laugh.  "Yeah, I just needed to get out of there for a few days," you replied to her.  She looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, "we'll talk shortly, but first, let's get you to the guest bedroom so you can unpack your bag and get settled in."  

Shiori lived in a nice-sized house with her husband, Yuto.  Yuto did very well for himself financially, to the point where Shiori didn't need to work.  They were trying for a baby; her goal since she was younger was to be a stay-at-home mom.  She wanted many kids.  Your goals in life may have differed, but you two were still close as could be.  She was one of the many people that were there for you when Mirai passed away, standing by your side and holding your hand during his funeral.  She was an amazing person.

You unpacked your belongings for the weekend, and met up with Shiori in the kitchen, where she met you with two cups of coffee and some breakfast.  It was at that point that your stomach finally grumbled, not realizing how hungry you actually were.  She laughed, "sounds like you can get some food in your belly!  Come, sit down."  You graciously accepted her offer, and you both started to eat.  Once you were finished eating, you grabbed both of your plates with the intention of washing them.  She stopped you right in your tracks, "just leave those in the sink, I'll take care of them later.  Come sit back down, and tell me what's going on."

You told her about Shouta, who she briefly met at Mirai's funeral.  "Oh! That scruffy man with the black hair?"  You couldn't help but laugh, "yeah, him."  You told her everything that has happened over the course of the past few days, from the feelings you felt when innocently hugged you, to the two vivid dreams you had about him, to what Hizashi told you about him having feelings for you, and right up to last night's kiss that you initiated.  Shiori looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, and all she said was, "interesting."  She then grabbed your hand, and said to you, "Y/N, I know how deeply you miss Mirai.  He was a good man.  But I think your mind and body are trying to tell you something. Something about moving forward.  Perhaps even with this Shouta."  You looked at her desperately, "but Shiori, it's only been six months since he died.  Don't you think that's way too soon?"

Surprisingly, she shook her head no.  "Not necessarily. I once met someone who lost his wife, and ended up getting re-married two months later.  At that time, I thought that was way too soon. But guess what?  They're still together to this day and are very happy," she paused for a moment, then resumed "it's different for every person, though.  If you feel like six months is too soon, then you're allowed to feel like that.  What is your heart telling you?"  You thought about her question for a moment, and replied, "I still love and miss Mirai.  My heart still belongs to him, I don't think I'm ready to move on."  She smiled at you sweetly, "then I think you have your answer."  You continued, "I'm still not sure what to do with Shouta, though.  There is definitely...something there with him.  But I think I just want to be friends with him, I can't picture him not being in my life.  He's been there for so much."  Shiori just smiled at you sweetly again; yes, you had your answer.

The rest of the long weekend at Shiori's house went by quickly, and on Sunday afternoon when you were getting ready to leave, you gave her the biggest hug, thanking her for everything.  "No need to thank me, we're sisters.  That's what we do," she said while hugging you back.  You waved goodbye to her, then started your descent back to Heights Alliance.  Traffic wasn't as busy that day, so you made it back within a little over an hour.  No one was outside that day, not even any of the students.  Everyone must have been in their respective dorms or common areas.  You got your bag out of your car, and walked up the steps to the teacher and staff dorms.  When you got to the top of the stairs, you ran into Hizashi.

"Y/N!  Where have you been???  We've been worried sick about you.  Nezu just said you were going to be away for a few days, but he didn't give a reason why," he asked with genuine concern.  You smiled up at him, "everything's fine, Hizashi.  Would you like a cup of coffee?  I can catch ya up to speed."  He followed you into your dorm, where you put your bag down on your bed, and put on a pot of coffee.  You proceeded to tell him what happened after he left Shouta's dorm on Wednesday night, to the conversation you had with your sister, then to the conversation you planned to have with Shouta.  "Damn, girl, that's a lot to take in," Hizashi explained.  You just laughed, "yeah, I know.  But it's for the best."  He just looked at you and returned your smile.  "Well, I do have to get goin' now, but thanks for the coffee and the conversation!"  

You and Hizashi said your goodbyes to each other, then you went to your bedroom to unpack your bag and put everything away.  After unpacking, you sat down on your couch and picked up your phone, pulling up the most recent text conversation you had with Shouta.  You stared at your phone for what felt like hours, when you finally felt brave enough to start typing, "Hey Shouta, I'm home.  Is there any way we can talk tonight?"  You pressed Send, and awaited his response.

******

To be continued!

[currymanganese]

Sunday 5 November

5am Jackie, the bleeding and unconscious cat I found yesterday, made it through the night. We did not sleep. We put it in the box we got for Manara. It was breathing heavily; we kept it warm, and my sister gave it water. I never thought it would make it.

I put Jackie in the cat bag and leave at 9:15 to reach the vet clinic at 10. When I arrive, there are several people before me with their pets. The most common complaint is: “My cat hasn’t eaten anything for almost a week, and it is getting aggressive, which has never happened before.”

The doctor explains that evacuation means they are out of their comfort place. Also, at the evacuation places, whether it is a house or a school, there are at least 30 to 40 people, and everyone wants to “play with the cat”, so it stresses them out.

The doctor checks Jackie and says the situation is critical. Till now, it hasn’t opened its eyes and is in a state similar to a coma. The doctor gives it three shots and says we should give it water and a children’s liquid food supplement, using a syringe every two to three hours.

“Will it make it?” I ask.

“It all depends on its response in the coming days,” the vet says. “By the way, you have to bring it in for at least two days for the rest of the injections.”

At least we have some hope. And it turns out that Jackie is a he, so from now on we shall call him Jack.

11:30am On my way back, I meet a guy I know, and I am shocked by his look.

“My hair, right?” he says, noticing my confused look.

“I am sorry, but … ”

“I know – it turned grey! Within three weeks, just like that.”

I saw him a month ago, and he had few grey hairs only. But now, most of his hair is grey! I talk to a friend later, and she says the same thing happened to her brother. Do stress, fear and sadness turn your hair grey in a month? If I had access to good internet, I would have Googled it.

One thing I am sure of is that this time has successfully added wrinkles to our faces – in my case, lines under my eyes and circles of darkness. For the first time, the veins of my feet are popping out like an old man’s. This experience has taken many years of our lives, past years and years to come. The question is: how many more years will we lose?

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #32: “Snow” | February 9, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E01

Hey! It’s a show I actually love a lot, how about that? Season three was a rough patch for the show, but I remember season four being an improvement. Not every sketch in this one hits it out of the park, but I feel this episode is pretty strong, and that it’s better than most season three episodes.

First, the most boring thing first: the DVD presents the episodes in a slightly different order, which is reflected in the episode number preceding the episode title on these posts. It doesn’t matter, and I honestly prefer to think of this one as the true season premiere, but DVD order trumps broadcast order unless I have some compelling reason not to do it that way. It doesn’t matter that much. It might not matter at all. None of this might!

We open with D-Pants, a disgusting sketch that essentially pitches a long-legged diaper that lets you fill up both your pant legs with liquid stool. This one memorably ends with the visual where the D-pants burst open and make a mess. The season four DVD blooper reel ends with additional footage of this if you’re a true sicko.

Tairy Greene continues to spread itself pretty thin. I don’t mind these very much, and they make for fine filler. I love Zach, but they probably could have made him look a little better if they used less of this footage. This version has an awkward line about sticking your tongue in a burrito that involves cutting away to a kid reacting as if to say “this guy’s crazy!”, which is not something I like to see in a Tim & Eric sketch. There is additional footage for this sketch also found in the aforementioned blooper reel. The blooper footage is more-or-less indistinguishable from what’s already on screen. This one has some okay qualities, but is basically an inoffensive dud.

Another sketch that’s not that great: introduced as Tim & Eric’s first video, it’s called Dumpers. It’s just Tim & Eric in red jumpsuits doing stomp stuff on a street corner. I wonder if this was repurposed from something else, perhaps the Hamburger episode? You know, the footage that also made its way into the opening of Tim & Eric doing the dance-off? I think the title refers to Humpers (link has no audio), which I’m not sure is technically their first video they made together. Without doing proper research, it might be a college video they made about how VHS is better than film.

David Liebe Hart does a song about e-mail, which devolves into crazy guy “rhyming” where repeats the word “e-mail” until he’s saying “ying yang”. He’s with his erstwhile puppet Albert Herman and he’s just as weird as the big guy. I enjoy gawking at this man. This is one of his more memorable songs, in my opinion. I think of him saying “YING YANG! E-MAIL!” maybe once or twice a year, minimum. 

This episode has a special guest star in Alan Thicke, who pitches the Napple. The Napple is a regular apple-tree apple covered in sleep sauce and injected with bowel irritant so it’ll knock you out cold for a 15 minute nap only to wake you up with gastro-intestinal distress. You may want to wear your D-Pants, the ad warns, which is a very impressive bit of synergy. Thicke looking into the camera and jerkily saying “me so sleepy” is another highlight. 

I really like the framing device on this one. It’s almost like proto Beef House. Tim & Eric have riffed on sitcoms before, and it’s well trod territory at this point, but there’s enough in here makes me laugh and smile and say things out loud like “ah yes, now this is enjoyable”. It approximates the cliched sitcom thing of being broadly appealing with spoon-fed inoffensive humor while also being weirdly vulgar and ill-conceived.

The plot is that it’s snowing outside, and people keep showing up to Tim & Eric’s house for various snow-related reasons. They decide to throw a snow party and also introduce sketches. Tim pees in a jar “in case the pipes freeze”, and leaves it out and about. DLH is handed the piss jar but doesn’t drink from it, which is probably him literally being too scared to drink what he believed was real piss. Ben Hur winds up drinking it, and he doubles down on the stuff, because his brain is dying. It’s maybe a little funnier if nobody drinks the pee, but I think it works as a precursor for the finale, where all the awful men in Tim & Eric’s house just start devolving into an ape-like state and just start grunting and drooling on themselves. 

EPHEMERA CORNER

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! - Season Two DVD (February 10, 2009)

All of the Awesome Show releases are “nice”, and this one is no different. This one has the usual extras (deleted scenes, extended scenes, promos, etc). This one sadly lacks the audio commentary tracks that season one had. I imagine they were churning out so much content at this time that sitting down to record commentary for it must’ve seemed like an especially not-fun proposition. It would be incredible if they did full season watch-alongs or recorded podcast commentaries now.

This one does have one really cool extra: a live-show with the Tim & Eric Not Live web series edited into it. It’s worth your time if you can find it around.

MAIL BAG

I watch Robot Chicken almost every day. You don't seem to like it, but I watch it almost every day.

It is patently not my sense of humor, but I'm happy for you for liking it. I do worse shit on a daily basis, so please keep doing what you're doing and go with god.

[ammaterasu]

my fav horror comedy show just returned this 9/23 and now i’m thinking of ghost stories. bestie u got a ghost story 🤨

so happy for you 💚 mind sharing what it's called?

I am NOT immune to jump scares and murderous dolls and possessed homes but I'll pick one up every now and again.

Sorry this isn't a ghost story but I'll share the horror story I'd huddle around with friends at recess time with ..

One day, this couple was riding back home after dinner one night, passing through a heavily wooded area .. they were listening to the radio when it said "Breaking news! There is a serial killer out on the loose. Please lock your doors and windows. Their identifying feature is a hook on their arm..."

A few minutes later, their car starts to sputter before it ultimately breaks down. The couple begins to worry and ofc, there is no cell service in the area.

'you stay in the car while I go search for help' says the man.

"Didn't you head the news?? There's some serial killer out on the loose!"

"Don't worry I'll be fine, just keep your head down and the doors locked and when I tap three times, you'll know it's me and you can open it"

So the man leaves and the woman stays behind following these rules

As the minutes go by she's steadily getting more and more anxious. That's when she finally heard a tap!!!

"Tap... ..... tap.... ... tap ... .."

Yes finally! But just as she's about to reach for the door...

"....tap.. .. ........tap... ..... .... ...tap..."

And on it goes .. the woman is so terrified she stays hidden indoors all the way until sunlight. When it's morning, she finally has the courage to leave the car and see what's going on..

That's when she sees it - her boyfriend tied to a tree above the car with his blood slowly dripping onto the car below going .. tap ... tap.. ...tap... .. tap.

Sooo there you go, not a 'ghost story' and idek where the hook makes its relevant. I think I probably just forgot. But please you have to imagine a group of 9 year olds all huddled together as someone is sharing this to them at 10:30am on a school day

Fyi for a long time I thought car hook hand door was some reference to this story lol

[davidtellsall]

For You, I’ll Hang The Moon

The air was crispy, the waves were crashing onto the sandy beach, the same old playground equipment was there, and I was reminded back of that day in 2013.

I know you will probably not see this, but this is a post for me, and if you do see this, I hope you remember this memory too. It was 11/17/2022, 3:30AM, I didn't want to go home after the gym, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I decided to revisit a memory I had not been to in almost 9 years. I passed by the parking area that we used to stay at in the car and take our cuddled naps at on Sundays. I almost got stuck in a pile of sand that was deep, but I managed to get my car out and find parking to get off and walk around the beach area. I sat on the bench and looked around, the same place we visited that early morning after you told me that night that you loved me, and we woke up to walk on the beach and take in the beauty of the wonderful night we had created.  I still remember us taking pictures that morning with us on the slide, and on the rocking animal, and just being together. What a wonderful memory. 

I sat on the bench and looked around. I looked up at the sky to see the stars shining so bright, trying to find a shooting star to make a wish and witness the beauty of a star passing by the night sky. I looked around and I could just remember that day, the smiles we had, the fun we had, our first night sleeping together, the love we developed. I walked towards the slide I sat at and climbed up to get a better view of the stars. I saw the moon and I remember the song I dedicated to you years ago, from the musical Bombshell, Hang the Moon from SMASH. I stood on top of the slide and sang the song. I even dedicated it to you by using your name E. The memories flooded into my mind, and I finished the song just staring at the moon. I looked up at the sky just hoping I could see a shooting star to make a simple wish, “I wish I could be happy again; I wish everything could go back to the way it was” and after staring at the sky, I finally saw the shooting star, made my wish and I cried while making it. it was super emotional for me, but I witnessed the shooting star, made my wish and I ended up crying as I staired at the night sky. It was the first time I cried in a while. I looked up at the sky one more time before heading back to the house and I walked to the car and left the place where I once had the time of my life with the man I loved so deeply. 

That was the night I cried for a long time, I miss you, I miss those 9 years, but life had its plan. But always remember, and for you darling, I’ll hang the moon. 

[2022greatsouthwestwalk]

Lake Mombeong to Nelson. 23kms. Great weather.

Today we were picked up a little later as we needed to time part of the walk with the tide. We started walking around 9:30am from Lake Mombeong and for the next 7kms we walked on coastal scrubland. There were also some open basin-like areas. We saw kangaroos as well as emus. If you look closely at this photo you can see a kangaroo checking us out.

The first section was alongside the lake so there were also swampy sections.

After 7kms we reached the beach and walked on the sand for 1-2 kms. It was the most deserted beach I’ve ever seen.

Then back into the scrubland behind the beach which had some beautiful areas containing indigenous middens.

Flowers and succulents everywhere that looked curated but were simply nature at its best.

Then before heading back down to the beach we found a lunch spot as the beach was going to be too exposed to eat our lunch comfortably without eating a “sand” sandwich.

Then onto the beach for approximately 7kms, maybe a smidge more. 😳 Calf muscles might not be happy tomorrow.

We commented at one point that apart from what we were wearing, there was not one other piece of man-made item to be seen. No signs, houses, cars, lights, power poles, nothing! Just water, sand, sky, birds, and us. Pretty special.

There were two big rocks emerging from the sea that looked spectacular. One was called Shipwreck rock.

While walking this section of the beach, we didn’t see anyone else. We had kilometres and kilometres of beach to ourselves. The wind was on our backs and the temperature was perfect. A pretty amazing day. Very memorable.

We then came off the beach and had a 2km walk on the road back to our accommodation in Nelson.

I think Paul is cooking Shepherds Pie for dinner. 😋 Last night at Nelson tonight. Tomorrow we’ll pack the car in the morning but leave it in Nelson for the day. We get picked up at 9am and do another walk that brings us back to Nelson. But instead of coming back to our accommodation, we’ll get in the car and drive to our next accommodation at Cape Bridgewater.

[whileiamdying]

Meryl Streep Credits Robert De Niro for Inspiring Acting Career: “He’s Been My Beacon for 50 Years”

Streep honored her friend during a gala in Austin for the Harry Ransom Center: “I don't see him very often. We don't chat. But I know he is, without question, always there for me and he always will be.”

BY CHRIS GARDNER SEPTEMBER 26, 2022 10:30AM

Robert De Niro and Meryl Streep at the "Celebration of Film" event in Austin this past weekend RICK KERN/GETTY IMAGES

t was the summer of 1973 and Meryl Streep, fresh off her first year of drama school, had a job cleaning urinals in New Haven, Connecticut.

“True story,” she recalled from an Austin podium Saturday night in opening a tribute that was less about bathrooms and more about an acting hero. “I heard that a friend of mine that I knew in college got cast in a big movie, and it was the first person that I ever knew that had been cast in a movie. Michael Moriarty was a beautiful young actor. So, all my friends after work, we went to the movie theater to see him.”

The film was the John D. Hancock-directed Bang the Drum Slowly about the friendship between a pitcher (Moriarty) and catcher as they cope with the latter’s terminal illness through the course of a baseball season. “Michael was great but we all agreed that the kid they found in the South, non-actor, clearly non-actor, incredible performance. We thought they must have scoured Appalachia to find this guy.”

Then, two months later at the same movie theater, Streep and friends were seated to check out Martin Scorsese’s newest movie, Mean Streets. “And there’s the guy, there’s the same kid,” Streep recalled. “And only he’s not slow. He’s not Southern. He’s a New York punk. He’s absolutely mean, this fast-talking street smart guy and we were blown away. We scoured the credits and saw his name. I said, ‘Oh my God.’ He’s Italian. He’s Robert De Niro. He’s an actor. And it really blew me away.”

Streep, who seemed to have the audience in the palm of her hand while retelling the tale, delivered the anecdote during A Celebration of Film, a gala event held at the AT&T Hotel and Conference Center that shined a spotlight on the Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas at Austin and its 65th anniversary. The center, a humanities research library and museum, has hosted De Niro’s personal archive since 2006 and this year, created a new endowment called the De Niro Curator of Film to honor the legendary star.

He took the stage to accept the shine but not before Streep finished her personal tribute the man who she would go on to share the screen with in a few short years, first in 1978’s The Deer Hunter and later, in 1984’s Falling in Love.

“Over the years, people have always said to me, ‘What actress do you most admire? What actress’ career would you like to emulate?’” Streep said, adding that she has a long list of women she reveres including Geraldine Page, Colleen Dewhurst, Vanessa Redgrave, Maggie Smith, Carole Lombard and Barbara Stanwyck. “But, really, the second time I saw Robert De Niro, I said to myself, that’s the kind of actor I wanna be. That’s what I wanna do. And I wanna do it with the commitment and the passion and the skill and the beauty with which he applies to it. And he’s been my beacon for 50 years.”

She continued by saying that his strength comes from what he doesn’t say or show, what’s held in reserve. “It’s like a kind of seismic power of what he could do if he wanted to,” she added of De Niro, whom she later praised as a “true blue patriot” for his commitment to the country and his response to the 9/11 tragedy. “He’s a man whose presence in my life for 40 years has been a consoling constant. But I don’t see him very often. We don’t chat. But I know he is, without question, always there for me and he always will be. He’s a man who lives by his loyalty to his ideals, to his country and to the people that he loves.”

De Niro, for his part, accepted the love with a speech that illuminated his reasoning for gifting the university his personal archive of film memorabilia that includes scripts, costumes, props, notes and correspondence.

“If I didn’t do something to keep it intact, little by little, it would just disappear,” he said. “My colleague, the invaluable Robin Chambers, has been my partner in planning this arrangement with the Ransom Center. Around 2004, she showed me Marlon Brando’s personal annotated Godfather script for sale on eBay. It may be very uncomfortable to think that this document, which could be a window into the mind and process of one of our greatest actors, would be sold to a collector or a fan who might keep it in a shelf or a drawer and never be shared with family, friends, students, historians, cinephiles. And I wanted my family to have access to my keepsakes because it’s part of their heritage.”

De Niro continued by praising his good fortune to have worked so closely with so many great artists that the archive not only tells his story but contributes to the stories of talents like Scorsese, Harvey Keitel, Francis Ford Coppola, Streep, Al Pacino, Quentin Tarantino, Leonardo DiCaprio, Michelle Pfeiffer and more.

Near closing, De Niro had the audience laughing with a jab at former President Donald Trump over the investigation into his handling of classified documents.

“It’s also important to preserve the narrative of film history to enhance our understanding and appreciation of the films themselves. The Harry Ransom Center is a leader in that essential mission to preserve our cultural heritage, but the collection isn’t quite complete. There are still some papers in the basement at Mar-a-Lago. I’ve been having some problems getting them released; they may have to send in the FBI.”

[selfish-nomad]

I be sitting in my office thinking of pussy. Mans has issues its only 9:30am fam!