#m:junot tutturo

[breanime]

fmk tutturo, rio & mc manny 👀

I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME!

Fuck: Rio. Hell yes Rio. Oof, I would do anything for that man!

Marry: JOHNNY FREAKING TUTURRO. He is LITERALLY the perfect man for a person like me, he is my DREAM MAN, Johnny I will love you forever 😭😭😭💗

Kill: MC Manny, my beloved, I'm so sorry! I'm gonna have to kill my mans 😭💔

[exmateriadead]

'you still aint shit huh." karmen @ anda

“Not as much as before.” 

In fact he thinks he’s actually doing pretty good so far, he hasn’t rammed his way inside like he would have years ago. Anda takes a long sip of his coffee and as much as he’s ignored the steam coming from his cup, there isn’t as much bitterness on his lips that he had hoped to meet Karmen with. It would only be fair with the look she’s giving him now. 

“You look different.” He says with a brighter tone, confident and more attentive. He follows the small drawn lines of her paper plane tattoo sitting at the side of her face that leads to her fierce unrelenting eyes. 

“I mean it.” He admits, “you look good.” 

It had been years since he’s seen her, last time he had she was younger and shorter and had a bad habit of running with people she shouldn’t. Be it because her brother told her to live a different life and she wanted to push her luck and be rebellious like everybody else in her family or if it was because Karmen was more comfortable with a street stalker than anybody else, he had never had the chance to find out maybe now he could.

He isn’t going to stay on the stoop forever, both Anda and Karmen know this- as much as she wants to block his way into Danny’s house- mind it be a house he’s helped her brother buy. He clusters his impatience with a small dainty smirk before leaning close to the threshold of the door giving her no choice but to look him in the eyes when she talks to him. 

“Everybody gets tired of hating me, eventually.” There’s a cold strike in his black obsidian eyes now, if not minisculing Karmens ire he could at least scratch at her steel-clad armor. “But not you huh?” He smiled, “I’ve always liked that about you, you know?” He sips his coffee quietly before stepping inside, pressing against her on his way inside. 

[backrowed]

Jaewon Moon x Junot Tutturo | Lost @noiresociety

"Obi Jae Won Kenobi, you're my only hope!" "Shut up."

[ahsali]

all about yuri

Frankly, this was not her brightest idea but it was fun to brew and plot every sickly little detail about it. Junot was stuck in Korea for however long she could figure out why and how and who Moon Jaewon really was and what significance he held to her life present and past. But in any case she’s gotten tired of sitting for hours waiting for Jaewon in his fancy office with his even fancier and corporate mannerisms that gave her barely any time to see him. 

So what better way to get to know a guy but through his personal executive assistant and the human Cerberus of his life. Junot has dealt with gang bangers, hustlers, niggas with deep rooted issues but no one has quiet left a tingle of fear in her as Yuri has. So why not elevate that fear by getting to know one another?

Junots great idea was to come in as early as possible earlier then the other assistants, she sat at Yuri’s desk (really she just put a another desk next to Yuri’s desk) dressed properly in a similar attire she had tracked to be the very same one Yuri would be wearing today. She even pressed her hair bone straight  to mimic Yuri’s ‘no nonsense’  style. In front of her were papers she thought to organize and file, before making to-do lists in her newly learned Korean (still raggedy and written like a fourth grader). Junot looked up once the elevator door rang and her new best friend strutted out. 

She jetted towards her, her heels clicking behind, a hot cup of coffee in hand that she offered for Yuri to take. 

“Good morning Ms. Takahashi! So, I organized your desk and took messages down from the voicemails. Well- mostly the English ones. Oh! and here’s a folder of all the faxes that came in-- though you should probably look at those.”

@creepyflock

[rochey1010]

Clip 4 S3E3

Ok, so context of the clip is that the boysquad are watching a dance practice in the gym. But they are hiding outside peaking in. As it's going on Lucas starts to make some familiar comments denigrating the girls and objectifying them. His comments are so unlike him that even Arthur and Yann question some of the stuff he's saying. Bas interrupts with a retelling of a kinky dream he had about Daphne. Daphne overhears it catching the boysquad creeping. She corrects Bas about it ever happening with him and her and calls them all pathetic.

Ok, so my thoughts on this clip is that we now see the advice Lucas got from Tutturo the night before in action. 😞 And he's not subtle with his comments at all "I wouldn't even let that one suck me off" he's doing all the things he was told. He mentions big boobs, calls the guys a slur when they aren't participating. Arthur calls him out saying even Bas wouldn't go that far. Yann backs up Arthur. Lucas is definitely the definition of toxic masculinity here. 😑

But kudos to Axel as we see moments where he's bracing himself to say this stuff. There is some discomfort in trying to be this dude bro. There's even a moment where he swallows nervously and then says that stuff. Bravo Axel. 😗 And i like that Daphne was included in this version as her being a girl and catching these hormonal boys deep in a pervathon. She really shows how gross it is, especially listening to Bas lusting over her in a crass way "She was whipping my little ass...I woke up with a boner" 🤢 and i just loved the little moment where the boysquad were laughing their ass off at Bas being caught. 😃 They really have such a natural dynamic. 👍 She calls them pathetic, which they are. 👏 Gross gross gross. It's also not over. Brace yourselves.🙈

Song: Frederic Auger - Slick Glam Love

[lialovesmovies]

I thought Courtney Vance would win, but wanted John Tutturo. If you haven't seen HBO's #TheNightOf yet, you're missing out.

[ao3feed-graceland]

Hush, Hush

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pes3Qc

by SoWrongItsLottie

Whilst working on a new case, the Graceland team come across Ava Elizabeth Carsen, a four year old girl who went missing when she was just a year old. Now, Special Agent Mike Warren takes it upon himself to protect the young girl - her parents having been murdered in their family home two years prior - and acts as a substitute Father to her, though he can't help but get a strange sense of familiarity and affection as he starts to investigate deeper through the Carsen family murder files. He knows that he should stop while he's ahead, but there's just one question that's going over and over in his head; could she be mine? When it comes to bringing criminals to justice, Mike is pretty much a self-taught expert, but raising a child? Well, that's a whole other story.

Words: 1382, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Graceland (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Mike Warren, Charlie DeMarco, Paul Briggs, Johnny Tutturo, Dale Jakes, Paige Arkin

Additional Tags: Daddy!Mike, Or Is he?

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pes3Qc

[backrowed]

Lost - AU where Junot and Jaewon lose their memory of each other but Junot is slowly gettng fragments back and has no idea what to do with it.

Text Messages;

Junot has an old Android phone she rarely uses because its disconnected so coming back, she finds it and lets it collect dust for so long maybe around the five year mark where shes finally clearing out her old things. Her intentions are to get it charged and see if there any pictures of her, her family and friends worth saving. maybe things that could explain this gap that feels unexplainable, just looming over her and her memories. But theres nothing. It doesn't even occur to her to check the messages for a while. She sees the "i miss you" texts from her ex a text about borrowing some shoes from her sister amd unsolicited advice from her brother brooklyn and cute pics of her niece with her brother danny. And its total accident and total boredom that she goes all the way down in her text folder. Granted shes had this dusty phone since 2011 and some weird number comes up. Not the first one she sees in her folder because spam texts are a thing but this one is in Korean and shes confused at the preview lines. She has Korean friends but they never texted her in korean not even by mistake. But its just messages and messages paragraphs and simple lines that date back for what feels like forever, there are so many texts she gets tired trying to scroll up to see the beginning of them. And all this time shes staring at these words that she can't read and its either out of frustration but she feels her eyes get wet with tears the harder shes trying to understand, grappling that she does but she doesn't and its a feeling like an itch in the throat and it bothers her for days, weeks, months.

When she remembers again and the dreams about the island get more frightening "reading" the text messages becomes her crutch, she stares at her phone in the dark until she falls asleep. She enters them in Google translate but the words are jumbled each and everytime. The syntax and structure are botched when translated into English. She hates it and hates that she needs it.

Her friend Kirsten is the one to decode the messages. Junot gets by the side eyeing questions explaining it was a wrong number that texted nothing more. They sit in the quad in their apartment complex sharing a to go from Nandos.

"Girl..."

"What?"

"Girl."

They look at each other with swollen smiley cheeks, they laugh and laugh and laugh till they don't.

Kirsten says: "i can barely read this because I mean this is real, REAL ass Korean but, its something romantic. I like this one part though, It says; "

You’re special to me. And I know that’s hard to hear after everything we’ve been through but believe me I trust you,completely. You are sunshine in my dark, dark fucking life."

The rest was getting hard to read for Kirsten. Korean-American or not formal language makes you feel like an illiterate bitch. She gave Junot something to laugh about though...

"He keeps making a Star Wars refrence though. I dont know why."

"Which character?"

"Obi Won Kenobi."

A couple weeks pass. The old phone is next to her night stand begging to be charged as it sits at 2%. Another night where she can't sleep she holds it to her face, white light escaping between her hands.

It's dumb and weird? But after a long winded debate in her mind fully knowing her phone is deactivated that this phone is meerly a technological fossil she presses on the narrow text box and writes; Hi.

Send.

The phone lands on its face back on the night stand.

It vibrates.

Connection Lost. This phone is no longer in service please connect with your Wireless Network or....

Junot puts the phone away in the drawer of her nightstand, she puts away her faulty naive hope that has been emitting from her body like a disease.

Its quite in her room, she almost falls asleep.

The phone vibrates again.

One message sits in her inbox. The phone dies.

[exmateriadead]

Lost - AU where Junot and Jaewon lose their memory of each other but Junot is slowly getting fragments back in a peculiar way and has no idea what to do with it.

Text Messages;

Junot has an old Android phone she rarely uses because it’s disconnected. Since coming back, she finds it and lets it collect dust for so long maybe around the five year mark where she's finally clearing out her old things. Her intentions are to get it charged and see if there any pictures of her, her family and friends worth saving. Maybe things that could explain this gap that feels unexplainable, just looming over her and her memories. 

But there’s nothing. It doesn't even occur to her to check the messages for a while. She sees the "i miss you" texts from her ex, a text about borrowing some shoes from her sister amid unsolicited advice from her brother Brooklyn, and cute pics of her niece from her brother Danny. And it’s a total accident and total boredom that she goes all the way down in her text folder. Granted she’s had this dusty phone since 2011 and some weird number comes up. Not the first one she sees in her folder because spam texts are a thing but this one is in Korean and she’s confused at the preview lines. She has Korean friends but they never texted her in Korean not even by mistake. But it’s just messages and messages paragraphs and simple lines that date back for what feels like forever. There are so many texts Juno gets tired trying to scroll up to see the beginning of them. And all this time she’s staring at these words that she can't read and it’s out of frustration but she feels her eyes get wet with tears the harder she tries to understand, grappling with what she feels she does but doesn’t understand and its a feeling like an itch in the throat and it bothers her for days, weeks, months.

When she dreams about the island again with it’s violent waves and the grit of heat in her throat become the screams of her night terrors--"reading" the text messages becomes her crutch. She stares at her phone in the dark until she falls asleep, dreamless. Juno enters the texts in Google translate but the words are jumbled each and every time. The syntax and structure are botched when translated into English. She hates it and hates that she needs it.

Her friend Kirsten is the one to decode the messages. Junot gets by the side eyeing questions explaining it was a wrong number that texted her nothing more. They sit in the quad with the sun setting in their apartment complex sharing a to go box from Nandos, with seasoned salt still on their fingers.

"Girl..."

"What?"

"Girl."

They look at each other with swollen smiley cheeks, they laugh and laugh and laugh till they don't.

Kirsten says: “I can barely read this because I mean this is real, REAL ass Korean but, its something romantic. I like this one part  though, It says; "

You’re special to me. And I know that’s hard to hear after everything we’ve been through but believe me I trust you, completely. You are sunshine in my dark, dark fucking life."

The rest was getting hard to read for Kirsten. Korean-American or not formal language makes you feel like an illiterate bitch sometimes. She gave Junot something to laugh about though...

"He keeps making a Star Wars reference though. I don’t know why."

"Which character?"

"Obi Won Kenobi."

A couple weeks pass. The old phone is next to her night stand begging to be charged as it sits at 2%. Another night where she can't sleep she holds it to her face, turning to her side, pillow between her thighs white light escaping between her hands.  

It's dumb and weird? But after a long winded debate in her mind fully knowing her phone is deactivated that this phone is merely a technological fossil she presses on the narrow text box and writes; Hi.

Send.

The phone lands on its face back on the night stand.

It vibrates.

Connection Lost. This phone is no longer in service please connect with your Wireless Network or....

Junot puts the phone away in the drawer of her nightstand, she puts away her faulty naive hope that has been emitting from her body like a disease. If she’s looking for answers that could make sense of the past five years, the years of nothingness the years where her mind cannot fathom to find in her memories--it wouldn’t be on this phone.

It’s quite in her room, she almost falls asleep.

The phone vibrates again.

One message sits in her inbox before the phone dies.

[breanime]

Just found your Johnny tutturo nsfw alphabet. 🫣😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🥵

I just love that boy so damn MUCH and I want to fuck him 😭😭😭