#my cheating heart

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"MAGISTRATE HAS HOPE FOR YOUNG ROBBERS," Toronto Star. August 3, 1934. Page 12. ---- Thinks They May Yet Tum Out To Be Good Citizens ---- Three youths, Stanley Lockock, Julius Cascone and Robert Atherky, appeared before Magistrate Brown in police court on two charges of stealing gasoline from service stations in Orillia.

They were sentenced to one year in the reformatory on charges of auto theft, by Magistrate Jones earlier in the week.

"I don't like to add to that sentence." commented the bench. "These boys may yet make good citizens."

He remanded them for sentence on the Orillia charges to which all pleaded guilty.

Michael O'Shea, alleged former member of the Toronto police force, and Cyril O'Reilly, were each remanded to Aug. 10 on charges of conducting a lottery.

Stole Milk Tickets Fred Jackson, 30, was remanded for sentence to Aug. 10. after he was convicted of stealing $45 in cash and $60 worth of milk tickets from Robert McMillan, Carlton st., whom he admitted was a former friend.

McMillan charged that Jackson had come to visit him and after he left the tickets and money were missing.

As Mrs. McMillan told a similar story accused asked permission to ask her questions.

"Didn't you ask me to go with you to find your husband who had been drinking all night?" he asked.

Witness denied the statement.

"Didn't you go with me to a hotel and didn't you stay there with me until 10 o'clock at night?" he persisted.

"I did not," the woman replied.

"Don't try to blacken these people," said the magistrate.

Jackson declared he had been at a downtown hotel accompanied by three women on the night he allegedly stole the money from the husband of one of them.

He declared he was married and had two children. His own wife was not in the party, he stated.

"Apparently you're not doing the right thing by your own family," commented Magistrate Browne.

Jackson nodded his head in agreement.

He admitted he had taken the cash but denied knowledge of the missing milk tickets.

John Tompkins pleaded guilty te being drunk last night, when he appeared before Magistrate Robert J. Browne in early men's police court to-day.

"I was drunk all right, but why they have to take you to the station and beat you up, I'd like to know," he said, when asked to plead.

Magistrate Browne remanded him until to-morrow, to await further information.

Robert Laurie and Michael McManus were each fined $50 or one month when convicted on drunk charges.

Joseph Murphy pleaded not guilty to a drunk charge but he was found guilty and fined $10 or 10 days.

John Strand and Squire Glen were also assessed $10 or 10 days when convicted of being drunk last night.

Remands were given to Norman Maiden, Frank Reid, Harry Mars, James Barson and Thomas O'Neil on drunk charges. All were first offenders.

Hit Police Cruiser As a result of a report received by police that a car had been drives over the sidewalk on Church St. en July 25, Joseph Brown was pursues in a police cruiser and arrested on College St.

This morning he appeared in traffic and liquor court charged with reckless driving.

P. C. Coathus said: "Brown ran into the right front fender of the police cruiser causing around damage."

"$20 or 30 days with permit cancelled for 10 days," pronounced Magistrate Tinker.

Testifying in the case of Wm. Willison, accused of reckless driving, P.C. McGregor said: "The accused man attempted to pass northbound traffic on Yonge St. and collided with a southbound car. At the same time he struck the car right behind him, causing $100 damage." The driver of the damaged car stated Willison had agreed to make reparation.

A fine of $30 or 30 days and ten days' imprisonment was imposed.

Richard Tomlinson, a truck farmer, charged with B.L.C.A.. pleaded that police had mistaken the smell of garlic for beer, but he was assessed $20 or ten days.

Wm. Donaghue and his wife were haled into court for permitting drunkenness this morning and the husband was fined $25 or 30 days.

"His foot may have slipped, but a well-directed penalty may put him right," said Magistrate Tinker in response to L. O'Connor's plea for leniency for his client, Wm. Farrell. accused of B.L.C.A.

P.C. Lee testified he and P.C. Forbes found accused and three others drinking beer in a house on Dundas St. W.

Farrell was fined $15 or 30 days.

Alwynne E. Thompson, husband of Mrs. Viola Thompson, whose body was found behind a lilac bush on Blythwood Rd., last month, was remanded to August 10, on a charge of per

jury, for which he has been in prison since a woman reported to police that Thompson had taken out a license to marry her. Thompson was held in the cells till his name was called from the list. He walked up the steps slowly, and stared about as his counsel.

T. B. Horkins, asked for remand. No bail was granted.

[mejkosmos]

hot people fw with spideypool AND poolverine btwbtw

[blitheringbongus]

Personally I think they’d be cute

[lotus-pear]

never forgiving bones for fucking up this scene

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

kim line boys with luv for @aprylynn (cr. 0613data)

[marblerose-rue]

braixen

(request)

[rinhaler]

your plug!sukuna is the kind of shithead to make yuji smell his fingers after fingering you ✨

THIS IS SO GROSS PENNY HOLY FUCK IM GONNA KILL YOU 😭 like this is actually foul I might call the police HAHAH

lil drabble bc ily biiiish

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fingering mention, blood mention, cheating, NOT canon in my AITA universe jus a lil what if ig

The three of you are all sitting together while you're scrolling through your phone and they're playing some stupid online shooter together on the couch. You know you fucked up when Sukuna keeps stealing glances every chance he gets, but you do your best to focus on whatever is going on on your phone. But you know Sukuna, his stare is intense and commanding, so you can't help but look back when you know he's looking.

It's only been an hour since Yuuji was at work and Sukuna had been fingering fucking you until the air in your lungs depleted. Each plunge of his fingers had your eyes rolling back and your own fingers digging so hard into his bicep it drew blood.

And when he starts tilting his head in his little brothers direction, you know exactly what he's thinking of doing. Your begging eyes do little good. In fact it only spurs him on more. You can't bear the thought of Yuuji finding out what you did.

"Hey," Sukuna starts, bumping into his brother slightly to get his attention. Your boyfriends tongue sticks out in concentration as he focuses on shooting. But he offers a quiet, 'huh?' in response. "Smell my fingers." he laughs, wrapping an arm around Yuuji to keep him in place as he forces his thick fingers under his little siblings nose.

"Knock it off, cheater!" Yuuji yells as he tries to shake himself free from his brother's grip. The word brings a sinister smile to Sukuna's face while you feel your stomach drop into your ass.

"Smell, quick, just fucking sniff." he orders Yuuji. He pauses the game and Yuuji grabs his hand and takes a strong inhale. He pulls a face, confused, not really smelling much of anything. Though he notes it's slightly tangy.

"What's the deal?" Yuuji asks. "What am I smelling? It better not be your ass."

"No," Sukuna laughs. "Fingered a nasty little slut earlier, that's all."

Yuuji scoffs, shoving him away and going back to focus on his game. Sukuna laughs, heartily, holding his stomach. You glower at him, but you've learnt by now that what you do and say has little impact on him.

"You're not funny, my girlfriend's right there, man." he looks at you when he finishes speaking, mouthing the word 'sorry' to you, much to the amusement of his elder brother.

"Oh, Yuuji, that's embarrassing." Sukuna grins, "You don't know what your own girlfriend smells like?"

© 2023 rinhaler

[eekonis]

I‘m in love with pandora hearts <3

[hogoflight]

when Artemis and Apollo enter a heated (siblings being siblings) argument, they get loud enough and also get pissy enough one turns into a husky and starts screaming.

Artemis: -Apollo, I’m TELLING you, HE’S GOING TO BREAK YOUR HEART!

Apollo: WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM. RIGHT NOW.

Artemis: AT LEAST I WON’T COME HOME WAILING ABOUT SOME GUY LIKE A. LIKE A UM. LOSER!!!

Apollo: WELL AT LEAST MOTHER LOVES ME MORE!!! LOSER!!!

Artemis, turning into a husky: AWWWOÖEÊĘOOÖÄAAAÆÆÄÂAAAOOOOŒŒÖOOOAAAAA

Apollo, turning into a husky in response: AAARRRRAARAÜUUUUÛUUOÖÖÀAAÁGHGHÀAA

[dantelionwishes]

koitsuki week 2024 day 3 ⇒ service

"you don't work for me anymore, hajime." "i know. do you want me to stop?" "i never said that."

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"ALLEGES MISCONDUCT WITH TWO OTHER MEN," Toronto Star. March 14, 1934. Page 10. ---- Divorce Petitioner Complains Wife Still Wears Wedding Ring ---- Married at Toronto in June, 1929, to Sylvia Tienhaara, Aarne Luomala alleges misconduct by his wife with two co-respondents, one of whom defends the action by denial of intimacy with Mrs. Luomala in a divorce suit before Mr. Justice J. M. McEvoy.

Luomala told the court that he and his wife had lived at eight different addresses in Toronto until respondent left him in April, 1932.

He had found his wife at an address on Stephanie St., he testified, occupying the same room as one defendant.

Luomala told the court that his wife was still wearing her wedding ring.

Ultimately both parties had sign ed a separation agreement, in which the husband was given custody of the one child.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Does your brain ever put information together just to hurt you?

Because mine just did.

I was thinking about how much Crosshair values loyalty and how much betrayal hurts him. Then I was thinking about my headcanon that he has awful taste in men and my other headcanons that he feels very deeply and falls for someone super fast and super hard…

Then my brain was like “wow if one of his exes ever cheated on him he was probably DEVASTATED.”

So now I’m sad.

[twinstxrs]

in light of recent canon academic conversations, riz adaine gorgug study sessions have never been more real to me. gorgug helps riz + adaine get out of their own heads when they’re overworking themselves, riz + adaine help gorgug with alternative studying methods because he learns best through visuals + experience. fabian’s there occasionally when he has a particularly difficult assignment/test but he makes them all swear never to speak of it in order to protect his “image.” kristen has shown up exactly twice: once for advice on a group project that was two months overdue & once to just lay on the floor and relax for an hour before leaving. fig didn’t know the study sessions were happening until sophomore year & now keeps getting monthly bans because every time she shows up she ends up accidentally distracting riz + adaine. also, sometimes after/in the middle of really long study sessions riz adaine & gorgug go to basrar’s together to unwind but fabian kristen & fig Are Not Invited (they do still text to ask if anyone wants something brought back from basrar’s. they’re not heartless, after all).

[itstwoamandimcursingyourname]

thinking about how aleksander called Alina an apt pupil...and thinking about how Alina spent all of shadow and bone feeling stupid and kept belittling herself for being a slow learner when it came to all the grisha theory and controlling the light and how she carried that complex of thinking very little of her own intellectual capacity throughout the rest of the trilogy even though she made sm progress(up until the last battle)...and despite that or because of that perhaps, aleksander called her an apt pupil...

[gaily-daily-musings]

Here, have another abomination of an idea:

Anakin works at a nursing home. He's a vampire. It's easy to drain and eat people there. No one suspects someone is killing the elderly because they are already on their deathbeds. It's the perfect job. Obi-Wan is a 70 year old man at said nursing home. A surprisingly attractive 70 year old man.

(Yes I was thinking about iwtv when I wrote this why do you ask?)

“Good morning Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan groans. He hates mornings. His back cracks as he sits up. Anakin helps him to the bathroom. Obi-Wan waves him off.

“I can do it myself, Anakin.”

“So you've told me, but you fell last week.” He reminds the old man.

Anakin took care never to let someone fall or hurt themselves on his watch. It would look suspicious if too many people died around him. It had to appear random.

Obi-Wan grumbles as Anakin helps him.

“Way to make me feel older than I already am.”

Obi-Wan takes a seat on the toilet and Anakin gives him his privacy. Once finished Obi-Wan struggles to get up and over to the sink. His hands shake as he washes them. The Parkinsons was getting worse.

Anakin hears the sink going and opens the door. He clicks his tongue. “You didn't tell me you were finished.” He pouts.

“I can pull up my pants by myself, thank you!” Obi-Wan normally isn't so grouchy. In fact he liked Anakin. They had a report. But he'd woken up feeling particularly bad today. He's almost always in pain now, but it varied.

He dries his hands. Anakin comes over and wraps a strong arm around his waist. He steers him out of the bathroom into the little room. It wasn't standard for nurses to touch patients in this way. They had certain procedures they followed. But Anakin was handsy. Obi-Wan chalks it up to him being overly friendly, but then again he's seen him with the other residents. He doesn't hover the way he does Obi-Wan. Probably means nothing.

Obi-Wan groans as he's lowered into his chair. Anakin's brows furrow. He knew the poor guy was in more pain this morning. He'll have to slip a little more drugs into his oatmeal. Obi-Wan didn't have any family and couldn't afford a higher treatment. Good thing Anakin was here to take care of him.

Anakin was amiable with all the folks and staff here but it was Obi-Wan he liked talking to the most. He wasn't insistently chatty the way Karen was. Neither was he sexist like Todd or Clark. And he certainly wasn't racist like any of the frankly alarming number of people. He was personable. He was kind. But his soul felt sad. It called to Anakin.

He didn't have to pretend to be interested whenever Obi-Wan talked. He told him so many stories of his youth and his life. It was strange. Anakin has been removed from humanity for so long his mask has started to feel like his face. He feels Obi-Wan's loneliness as if it is his own. A mirror.

He listens to stories of Obi-Wan's dead wife, Satine. How she'd been fierce and strong. How he'd supported her and her entire career. How they'd had a son together. How Korkie had been killed in a car crash at 17. How they'd never recovered from the loss. Anakin could listen to him talk for hours. He has listened for hours.

“What I'd give to be 30 again.” Obi-Wan sighs. “Not to mention I was so much more handsome back then.”

“You're handsome now.”

Obi-Wan snorts. “Lying does not become you, Anakin.”

“I'm serious. You're like a silver fox.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes.

-

Obi-Wan has a dream involving Anakin. It's half remembered and blurry, but he'd heard Anakin call to him. He'd come helplessly, unable and not wanting to resist. Their bodies had twisted and melted together. The heat of Anakin’s stare and scorching touch of his hand burned like a furnace.

Obi-Wan can barely look at Anakin the following day. Too ashamed. Anakin holds a secret smile like he knows what he's thinking but that's impossible. Nevertheless, he pushes the memory down. He was much too old for wet dreams. And much too old for Anakin for that matter.

Anakin guides him out of the bed to the chair in the corner so he can sit and watch his programs. Anakin's hands linger around him, pressing close. He inhales like he's smelling him. Like Obi-Wan was delectable and not stinking of chemicals. It's nothing new. Anakin always lingers. But this time his mind wanders to the dream.

He stiffens, flinching away. Anakin doesn't seem to be offended by it.

“It's okay to rely on me.” Anakin whispers. “Whatever you want, just ask and it's yours.”

Obi-Wan shivers. It was a good thing, he thinks, that he had Parkinsons and could simply blame his reaction on that. He licks his dry lips and tries to find his words. He can't. Instead he nods.

Anakin gives his arms a squeeze before releasing him. He turns back around to grab Obi-Wan’s lunch.

“Lemme me know when you're done. I'll come get the tray.” He winks and leaves the room.

Obi-Wan breathes out a shuddering exhale. The thing is, it had felt real. The dream. Anakin's hands had felt real. He looks down at his legs and swears he sees bruises in the shape of fingers. He's old. A light breeze can bruise him. He'd probably tossed in his sleep and done it himself. And yet…he puts his hands over his thighs where Anakin had had his mouth on him. It’s almost like a memory half forgotten rather than a conjured dream.

-

Anakin wasn't on duty when Obi-Wan has a stroke. He rushes into work the second he hears. By the time he finally arrives Obi-Wan is in bed dozing peacefully. The doctor has already checked him out. His chart hangs on the end of his bed. Anakin doesn't need to consult it or anyone else about the incident. He already knows Obi-Wan's heart was giving out. He can hear it stuttering in his chest. It wouldn't be long now.

Anakin feels real panic settle into his bones. He has not felt this way in a long, long time. Not since…well…

He's never made another vampire. Never wanted to curse anyone to this kind of existence. But he wants Obi-Wan. He needs him.

He gingerly sits beside the bed and places his hands over Obi-Wan’s soft ones. He can't imagine never hearing that accent again. Never seeing those blue eyes hold his image within them.

So many people desired Anakin. He's had so many partners. People wanted him. But they did not cherish him the way Obi-Wan did. Obi-Wan looked at him like he loved him. Like no one ever has before.

Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter open. His gaze locks onto Anakin’s. There's confusion there. Disbelief too. But also a familiar little swelling of love as his pupils dilate.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whispers, his voice soft. Too soft. Like he's scared. “I can offer you eternity.”

He strokes a thumb over the back of Obi-Wan's hand and listens to his soft breathing.

“Be with me and live forever.”

The confusion is still there. He probably thinks Anakin is not real. That he's not here and this is yet another dream. That's fine. Let him think this is his imagination. Anakin will take it.

“Forever?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“Are you an angel?”

Ankain smiles. More like the Devil come to steal his soul out from heaven.

“No, I'm a vampire.”

Obi-Wan blinks. He processes this. Anakin leans closer taking his face in his palms.

“Please accept my gift. Accept me. I promise to love you the rest of my existence. Until the stars burn out.”

Obi-Wan lifts his hands and places them on Anakin's. He exhales sadly, a smile on his lips.

“Darling, you never had to ask."

[lucy-moderatz]