#they have normal jobs and normal houses sometimes they lose their jobs and they can't pay bills and rent

[writingroom21]

Seeing the ghost face reader just inspired me with something. Imagine shy introverted reader (she's like fluttershy if you watched my little pony) nerdy pouge reader where she is sarah’s bestie who has a massive crush on rafe but doesn't show it but when he starts saying something really bad to Sarah (I don't know what) reader loses it inside since she can't show it so later that night she secretly goes to race room quietly while he's asleep wakes him up by slapping his face hard (he wont mind since he's always found reader hot) reader is secretly a dom as they have hardcore sex

Like A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), cream pie, overstimulation, chocking, oral (m receiving), (let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 3.2K

A/N: I'm loving all the requests I've been getting! Keep them coming! I'm getting through them as fast as I can, so sorry if it take a while. I also just started my new job so I have to figure out a writing schedule. So please bare with me, I will get to them

“What the fuck Rafe! Why do you always have to start something? He’s my boyfriend, he can be here.” Sarah’s voice echoes through the halls.You had just walked through the back door to get a drink. She had invited the pogues over for a pool day, you’ve all been outside all day. From the moment you had gotten there you could tell something was off.

Sarah was tense and a little short, apologizing straight after and blaming it on being tired. You would believe her if it wasn’t for the dark looming shadow that was Rafe Cameron. He was lurking around, making sly comments, objectifying your’s and Kie’s body. He knew better than to try with Cleo, she would kill him in his sleep in a heartbeat. There was definitely something going on because even if he normally is a dick, he would have quit by now.

You’ve been Sarah’s friend for ages, the only person she never actually tried to push away. It was shocking for everyone because she’s always been out going while you kept to yourself. Instead of making friends you were reading not wanting to be bothered by the other kids. Then one day Sarah came up to you and forced you out of your shell.From then on the two of you were attached by the hip, always together. She never onced judged you for being a pogue even when all her kook friends made fun of you.

They saw you as an easy target. The shy, poor, bookworm pogue who hangs off the kook princess with a vice grip. She would always defend you, telling them off. Even going as far as getting into an argument with Rafe about you. He wasn’t always a dick to you, at first he was even nice? If you could even use that word but when he started to do drugs he became a different person.

You’ve spent countless hours in this house and viewing how the family dynamic works. They sometimes tend to forget that you are there, your quietness hiding you from their view. You’ve seen how Rafe can get, yelling and making a mess of things. How Ward neglects his eldest and youngest for Sarah and so on. The family has a complicated relationship that’s for sure, but you knew something was wrong.

Now you can see what was wrong, it was all of you. “No, I don't want filthy pogues in my house. They are nothing but low lives Sarah. If you want to ruin your life fine but don’t drag the rest of us down.” Rafe’s voice booms over hers. “Ahhhh you are so crazy. You are literally the worst. I just wanted to have a good time with my friends. Why can’t you just be a normal brother for once?” Sarah storms off running into you on her way back outside. 

“Hey did you?” She points behind her and you just nod. “I’m sorry.” You give her a quick hug and she goes back outside. Entering the kitchen you see Rafe texting on his phone leaning on the counter. He looks up at you and rolls his eyes. “What do you want, pogue?”  You ignore the venom that was laced in his words. Doing what you always do, biting your tongue afraid of the confrontation's consequences. “Fucking spit it out, stop being such a baby.” With a deep breath you do.

“Maybe you should try being nicer to people. Sarah’s your sister and you treat her like shit.” Rafe scoffs as you get water from the fridge. “If I wanted advice I wouldn’t go to someone who’s poor. You and your criminal friends are just a waste of space.” He watches as you walk away, looking back to say one last thing today. “Don’t you find it funny how Sarah actually has friends. You’re still hanging out with high schoolers because everyone hates you. Maybe it's time to change and grow up.”

He left you alone after that. The rest of the afternoon was peaceful and filled with fun. At first you were scared of what he would say or do. You expected him to actually run out after you and start yelling. But nothing happened. Sarah had ordered you all pizzas and set up the movies in the living room. Everyone ate and walked as the movies played in the background. As it got later, the sun died, sleeping until it is brought to life once again in the morning. Mostly everyone was asleep, Kie and Sarah chatted and you chimed in time for time. But soon the sounds of Kie’s voice faded and became nothing. 

“Sarah?” The sound of blankets indicates that someone is moving around.”Yeah?” There’s so much you want to say, tell her so she knows you are there for you. But none of them seem good enough. “Are you okay?” You hear a sigh and more shuffling. Sarah plops her pillow and blanket next to you, laying down, she finally answers. “I guess.”

“It must be tough when he acts like that. I’m sorry you don’t deserve this.” Usually you don’t really comment on these things. Rafe is an iffy topic for Sarah. After he tried to kill her, she finds it hard to even look at him. She wants to help him because he’s her brother but at the same time she doesn’t recognize him. You don’t like to pick at the sore wound so you tend to just lend a comforting hand. “It’s always kinda been like this, the drugs just make it worse.” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “I still remember when we were little and I was so scared of a thunderstorm that he held me the whole night. Told me that he would always be there to protect me because he was my big brother, he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that, I don’t know who he is.”

You hand finds hers over the blankets, squeezing her fingers. “Sometimes people get lost. Some get help and find their way while the others continue on the never ending path. It sucks that you can’t do anything, he won’t let you. If it makes you feel better I think that part of him is still in there somewhere, he just hasn’t had the chance to show it.” 

Her fingers squeeze yours back. “I hope so.” Sarah fell asleep shortly after that conversation, leaving you to lay there and think. You think back to when you were young, Rafe seemed normal then. Sure he had some quirks but what child doesn’t. He would always hold the door for you everywhere you went. Ward would have you tag along on outings since he felt bad seeing your face after Sarah would tell you about something cool they did. There were also moments when he would try to make you smile, the little boy just wanted to make you happy. 

At that time Rafe was okay with having you around, if you twisted it out of him he might even say excited. That didn’t last long because their mother died and with her she took the last last bit of hope he ever had. He never truly felt safe again knowing that the person he loved the most was just gone. The outburst was the first sign he wasn’t okay, yet Ward ignored it. Then it was the violence, once again ignored. Finally the drugs got him the attention he was looking for. All for him to hear what he always knew. “You’re a fucking disappointment Rafe. Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you.” From then on out the world was dead to him, he only needed to focus on himself. Everyone else is the enemy. 

Sarah’s words keep replaying in your head. Why can’t Rafe see he’s hurting people? You get why he shut you out, even when you were crushed and cried, you understood. But he can’t do it anymore to his own sister. Without thinking your body makes a mistake. It carries you up the stairs and straight into his room. The sounds of the door shutting wakes him up, he rubs his eyes trying to process what woke him. He opens his eyes just in time to see your hand in the air and strikes his cheek with your palm. 

“What the fuck.” He had to take a second to fully realize that you just slapped him. “What is your problem? Can’t you just be nice to people.” He sits up on the bed and you try to push him back down but he catches your hands. “Me be nice? You just walked into my room while I was sleeping just so you could fucking slap me. How about you be nice.” You struggle to get his grip off of you to no avail, he was holding on tight.

“I’ve been nice since the first time I met you. Kept my mouth shut when you did fucked up shit. Stop ruining your life and the life of others.” His eyes are piercing yours, his hold somehow tighter. “Maybe you should keep it shut, I like it better when you aren’t talking.” He pulls you closer, your knee catching you on the bed so you don’t fall. 

He’s staring at your lips, licking his to wet them. You go to argue with him but he cuts you off. “Come on. I bet a filthy pogue like you could think of ways to put it to better use.” One of his hands that was holding yours lowers. He stops once he feels your fingers brush against the bulge that’s forming in his boxers. The ignorant smirk that always bestows his face makes its way back.

Yanking your hand back, you slap him again, the smirk falling. Once again without thinking your body makes mistake two of the night. You kiss him. Pulling on the chain that lays around his neck, smashing your lips to his. Your other arms wrap around his neck, the hand holding the chain twists, closing it slightly. If this was a mistake then you can beg for forgiveness later, absolving your sins can wait. 

He just tasted too good to stop.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “I knew you had a thing for me.” If this was your childhood you then there would be no room for arguing. The person you are in this moment doesn’t want to admit how true it is. You have seen how bad of a person he’s become and you know you would lose Sarah if she ever found out. “Do you even know how to keep your mouth shut? For once shut the fuck up.”

From the corner of your eye you see his belt laying on the floor in a pile of his clothes from earlier. Leaning over the side of the bed, you grab it and return to your previous position. “What are you doin” You kiss him to stop him from talking further, hands slowly pulling him over his head. The motion of you grinding down on him was enough to distract him from the feeling of the belt wrapping around his wrists and headboard. 

When you pull back and sit on his lap he goes to chase your lips just to be blocked by the fact his hands are tied. “What the fuck. Get these off.” The headboard rattles against the wall as he struggles to break loose. “Take these off right now or else.” Rafe’s tone is threatening but you can’t help but to laugh at the sight in front of you. The guy who’s been terrorizing your friend group is all vulnerable underneath you. “Or else, what? I’ll just leave you like this, maybe even take off the boxers so whoever finds you will realize you got played.” You scoot back to sit on his thighs.

“What do you think about that, huh Rafe? Personally, the idea of Ward finding you like that is hilarious. Better yet I’ll take a picture of you and post it everywhere, let everyone see the mean old Rafe Cameron as nothing else than a pussy.” Your teasing is accompanied by your fingers grazing over the bulge in his boxers. Rafe wants nothing more than to cuss you out right now. Make you regret even thinking that you could get one over on him.

The twitching in his boxers gives him away. He’s enjoying it. The big scary man that has a whole island afraid of him is enjoying the way you talk down on him. “You like that don’t you? You are a pussy, you know that right?” Your hand grips him tight, a whimper forced out of him. “Stop.” The words are weak and a contrast to how his hips are bucking up into your hand. Feeling generous you lower the boxers, taking his dick in your mouth without warning.

Rafe lets out a sigh when he feels the warmth of your mouth wrap around him. He goes to thrust into your mouth and you pull back, hands pushing his hips back down. “Do that again and I’ll leave you here to be found. I’m not kidding Rafe.” He nods at you, wincing as your nails dig into his skin. “Words.”

He looks down at you and can’t recognize who you are. Where has this side of you been hiding? He’s only ever known you as Sarah’s shy best friend. Yet the person in front of him looks like you but doesn’t act like you. “I get it. Fuck when were you like this?” From this view he looks so pretty.

His cheeks are a shade of pink from blushing, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He looks good enough to fuck. If he took time to see what you were reading he would see that you’ve always been like this. You just never advertised it like he does. “Always have been. Maybe if you were nicer to people you would know that.” His eyes close when you go back to sucking him off. They scrunch up when he isn’t getting the satisfaction he’s looking for. You are barely even sucking.

It’s more as if he’s in your mouth and you are moving up and down on it. There’s no suction or hand to facilitate your movements. Not enough pressure for him to feel good, in fact he just feels frustrated. Your ears perk up when you hear his little groans and whimpers. “What’s wrong? Is it not good?” The words yes are on the tip of his tongue, they died as soon as his eyes met yours. There’s this defiant look in them, as if you want him to tell you somethings wrong. “No no it’s okay. Great”

You give him a smile. “Good boy.” The moans he lets out to your words are chocked on when you actually start to blow him. Rafe is no virgin that’s for sure, but god damn he feels like one right now. This has got to be one of the best blowjobs he’s ever received, scratch that it is the best. “Please.” He sounds pathetic and it makes you speed up. Rafe physically chokes on air from the sudden change, his body convulsing.

He keeps letting out these moans that sound whiny and a mix of pain. The way that he twitches in your mouth just confirms he’s close. Crystal blue eyes open to see why you stopped. Even in the dark his eyes are still beautiful, it’s not fair. Rafe watches as you slip out of your sleep shorts and panties, then you shirt. Leaving you fully exposed since you didn’t wear a bra.

Taking your panties, you crawl up to hover over his lap. He looks up at you ready to ask you to finally fuck him but you took him by surprise by shoving your panties in his mouth. “Hold this for me baby. Maybe that will finally shut you up.” The two of you stare into the others eyes as you sink down on him. Just from sucking him off you were soaked so he easily slid in. It was a good thing you muffled him. The moan he let out was so loud that it could still be heard, you had to cover his mouth just to stop the sound.

“God you act like a fucking virgin. Thought you were the kook king who could get anyone he wanted.” Rafe’s head was pinning, everything you are doing is making him so confused. He’s usually the one fucking, even when the girls on top he controls everything. Having you come in here and just fuck him as if he’s there for you is mind fucking. When he’s pictured this exact moment it was with you under him, screaming and clawing at his back as he fucked the shit out of you.

This is not how your first time should have gone. It’s the wrong way around yet it felt amazing.

Sweat is forming on your skin, the moonlight reflecting off of it. Your body is on overdrive, bouncing up and down. There is a tingle in your lower abdomen, a sign of your impending orgasim. As the feeling slowly crocendos, your body leans forward. You place the hand that was covering his mouth on his throat. The squeeze of your hand has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He’s so close to cumming, can feel it running from his fingertips to his arms that you have tied. He practically cries when you finally cum, your walls pulsating around him, triggering his own orgasim. You let go of his throat, wiping the tears from his eyes and shushing him. “It’s okay. You did so good.” He sobs around your panties, sucking the fabric lightly to ground himself. The way you keep slowly bouncing is killing him, he’s ready to pass out from the sensation. 

Looking down to see where the two of you were connected was his first mistake of the night. The sight alone sent him into another smaller orgasim, his body thrashing from the overstimulation. You pull yourself up and fall down next to him. After a few minutes of not talking to catch your breaths, Rafe tries to speak. Looking over at him you can see he’s staring at you, leaning up you take your panties out of his mouth and slip them back on.

“Are you going to untie me now?” You smile at him and give him a short kiss. Getting up you gather your clothes and put them on. “This isn’t funny untie me or I’ll tell everyone you fucked me.” You walk over to the side of the bed he occupied, leaning to grab the belt holding his arms. Dipping your head to his ears you whisper to him. “Really think anyone would believe you?”

You move back watching his face drop when you walk further towards the door. “Think of this as payback for all my years of silence.” You shrug and open the door. “I’ll get you back for this.” With one last look at him you smirked.

“I hope so.”

[ginkovskij]

kaurismäki save me.... aki kaurismäki... save me aki.....

[victoria-grimesss]

Price Headcanons ~SFW & NSFW~

masterlist ->Paring: Captain John Price x F!Reader ->Warning: fluff, romance, smut down below >:) ->A/N: MDNI! I've had some of these floating around my head and had to write them down.

SFW:

This man needs a vacation, he needs to sit on the beach and drink a little something with an umbrella vacation.

I imagine even if he went on vacation, he would be the "feel free to text me if anything comes up I'm just a flight away" kinda guy. Please someone make him relax.

He's a romantic guy for sure, will kiss you on the hand and bring you flowers without asking.

When you go out to eat he will open the car door, the restaurant door, and pull out the chair for you because the woman he loves will NOT be touching a door. He gives you a wink once he tucks your chair in.

When he's home, especially right after he gets back he loves nothing more than to sit side by side and read your books together, make him a good cup of tea and he's sending heart eyes your way.

His favorite way to sleep is with you right on top of him. Out on the job he sleeps with his gear on, so he's become accustomed to having a weight on his chest when he sleeps, he feels uneasy without it. But when you lay onto of him like that he's out like a light.

He gets nightmares frequently, if you're a light sleeper he apologizes for waking you up but you never complain and for that he cannot repay you. If you're a heavy sleeper and you don't wake up he'll calm his beating heart and find comfort in your scent and soft breaths. Sometimes he wants to talk about it sometimes he doesn't, it depends on the severity and if he wants to plague you with it. At times he just wants to lay with you in his arms, he's safe at home with you, his boys are safe at their homes, everything is okay.

He's built a steady routine over the years, part of that routine is waking up ten minutes before he's supposed to so he can admire you when you sleep and hold you close to his bare chest, he loves these mornings.

He trusts you with his life, and with that he'll let you trim up his beard, a barber botched it once and Gaz laughed at him, so he said you're the only other person allowed to do it now.

He definitely falls asleep when watching TV and when you try to change it he'll wake up and say he's watching it.

One time you washed his hat without telling him and he panicked like when you lose your wallet. You had to pre-soak his hat twice to get it semi-normal.

I imagine him as a good cook but a shit baker. He gets frustrated when he tried to follow a cake recipe for your birthday and can't find the recipe under the person's life story. He went to the store and bought one then wrote your name on it.

He loves it when he can show off how strong he is, sometimes you'll pretend you can't open a jar just so he can crack his knuckles and "show you how its done".

He's over the moon if you ask him to show you how to fish, even more elated if you offer it as a date idea.

He loves to sit at the counter and listen to you talk about your day. He's a sucker about your voice and could listen to you talk about literally anything.

He calls you on his way back to base and talks to you on the drive home, makes the drive go faster.

He starts ring shopping 2 months after you two started dating, he knew you were the one.

He almost threw up when he proposed, he was so fucking nervous but the night went perfectly.

Definitely carried you through the door of your shared place when you got married, he's old fashioned like that.

His dad jokes are out of this world awful, but you laugh at them even if it hurts, because you love him.

Loves to have the team over to watch sport matches, when you were house shopping he always referenced about having them over when the two of you would view the living room.

When the two of you are out he puts a hand on the small of you back to guide you through crowds.

NSFW:

His stamina is impressive, he's an older guy but he can go for rounds and those rounds are heavy and sweaty.

Alot of things you do turn him on, kiss him on the spot where his neck meets his head, touch his knee and move you hand slowly up, tell him how much you missed him, tell him he looks good in that shirt, wear that shirt, really anything you do turns the man on.

John Price loves to love you through and through this man is a giver.

He will kiss you from ankle all the way up, muttering about how good you looked today and how much he was thinking about getting you out of these clothes.

Not possessive but more protective. Your relationship is built on mutual respect for one another, although there is a trend between the times when you get a little more attention from other guys and when he absolutely fucks your brains out. He denies it the next morning.

He uses his voice to his advantage. He purrs in your ear hours before he undresses you, light light touches and honeyed words butter you up to the point you're begging for him to take your clothes off. "You need me this bad love? Desperate girl." He wears a devilish smile.

Certified pussy eating master and I stand by that. That man can go forever between your thighs, his eyes roll to the back of his head when he first licks you, you'll have to pry him away beard soaked with evidence of his skills.

Good with his hands too, he angles then just the right way to find your G-spot, all while saying the dirtiest things just so he can feel you clench around his fingers. "You like that, fuck look at you dripping down my hand."

He loves when you grip his arms when he drives himself into you, you leave nail marks and he gets off on it. That you're feeling so good from what he's doing to you that you have to hold on that tight.

Favorite positions would be missionary, cowgirl, or anything where he can look you in the eyes so he can see your reaction when he slides it in so agonizingly slow.

Loves it when you ride him, front facing so he can see you cum. He makes you wear his hat for sure. And when it dips too low in front of your eyes he'll stop all movement just to fix it. "There's my pretty girl." He grinds into you to start again.

You guys fucked in his car once and he loved it, couldn't do it again though. His back hurt too much the next day.

Guilty pleasure is hotel sex. The both of you get a nice big room at a fancy hotel, have sex in clean white sheets making a mess of the newly made bed, he fucks you in the bed, the shower, the desk, over the dresser, and against the wall, afterwards you two order all you can eat room service.

He loves getting blowjobs when he smokes, something about the combination of the two make his head dizzy in a wonderful way.

Heavy on safe-words and making sure you feel the best you can when you two have sex, always checking in on you but in the most seductive ways as to not lose the mood.

Price loves to praise you, before during and after he's telling you how good you're doing and how beautiful you look taking him so well.

Most of the time he asks you where he should cum, he just likes hearing you say it, it gets him off harder.

Aftercare!! John is big on it, he'll take you to the bathroom and you'll have a bath together or shower, he'll give you extra time when he leaves so he can change the bedding and put on a sweet movie.

If your muscles ache he'll take a body oil or lotion and gets those knots out with those expert hands, he prefers it when you're naked for these massage sessions, easier to get all your sore spots he says.

More than half the time this result in another session and neither of you are complaining.

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peepaw for the win!!!

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Types of baby daddy

It wasn't planned but he is going to do his best to help!

(kaeya stans please don't hate me too much before reading the justification)

Cw: AFAB!reader, pregnancy, Diluc is said to be more traditional than average mondstadt people lol,

Marriage

Diluc

Even if he seemed seconds away from dying when you told him, he is particularly more traditional in that regard that the average civilian, so he is already planning a hurried wedding to keep both of your honor (even if most of mondstadt doesn't care beyond a teasing remark)

One week before the wedding as Moka is cleaning a ‘spare room’ Adeline and Elzer approach you with a little gift of clothes and baby bottle from the maids

Childe

He is a free soul, traveling between nations fighting whoever he pleased and as unexpected as this is he feels responsible for the situation

As he is constantly in the road and isn't sure how safe most of them are he gives you two choices, stay in your nation and he visits whenever he can (sometimes it's a twice a month and other times it's once every 5 months) with a pretty free access to his bank account or you can stay in Snezhnaya with his family for support in your pregnancy and child raising but have to move nations

Zhongli

Unexpected, but he doesn't dislike it. You both knew it was possible even if unlikely for an offspring to be born between an adeptus and a human

Either way he gets over the initial shock quite fast as he gets on one knee and asks for your hand, he rationalized it as it being normal for humans his age to be married and form a family (to some extent wonders if it was a sign to settle down with you)

Neuvillette

Water spills from his goblet as does his serenity for a second, quickly apologizing for this mess wide eyed and pale faced, even if either of you two though that was possible

After a chat about your plans and what would be better on the future you decide for a swift and demure marriage with the melusines and Furina being the only witnesses

Cleans up their act

Itto

Even if it's after an earful from kuki or his granny he starts working a job on the port and so far 4 months and he is still hired! Even then you can see his gang on the port the days he does overtime, hiding behind boxes to make his beetle fight

Kaveh

While his behavior isn't as bad as Itto, he would do his best to straighten up his economy, maybe rent or buy a house.

He starts flooding himself with works to the point you can't see him some days if you don't barge in his study, he promises he will take less works when the baby arrives to help you but now he is trying to get as much money as possible

panics and disappears but gets dragged back again

Kaeya

His face loses the color that it usually has as he laughs nervously, he stands up from his chair and hurriedly walks to the door, thankfully Diluc was tending to the bar and managed to catch his brother just a few meters from the door. Now, forced down on his chair and with Diluc breathing down his neck, he faces you

He might not tell you this until midnight where you are cuddled up against the other but he is scared of not measuring up or messing up as a father figure, the first one left him in front of a stranger's house and the other died when he was a teen barely scraping adulthood. He also worries about Khaenri’ah’s past tormenting his child as it did to him, but this is something that will be harder to coerce out of him

Coparent/ goes to a lawyer to get a written agreement

Alhaitham

He admits that it was partially his fault the situation you two are in right now so he asks to draft an agreement of sorts, he proposes a 30/70 custody with him getting them on the weekends and some extra days and a higher child support than mandated, when you two bump each other on the street you still act friendly even when you are discussing where your son should spend Christmas or if you should merge this year

How??

Albedo

Albedo looks at you unblinking, his teal eyes looking you up and down “ I always thought I was sterile. I never guessed homunculus could reproduce…” he says airy before his eyes start sparkling with wonder, I would recommend you retake this chat in 3 weeks after his investigation fever has passed a bit.

Klee might start yelling that she is going to be the best auntie ever

Wandered

He only clicks his tongue, a snarky comment slipping past his lips “so that hag created me with that ability? What would be even the point” even then he holds your hand acting as if it wasn't a big deal

[octuscle]

I like to be a fighter from Albania, Serbia or another country like these: good looking, strong and proud and producing at least 12 sons as little fighters too. Dream or reality? you choose, chronivac

Strange wish for a 45-year-old administrative employee at Swiss Post. This is not exactly the place for fighters…

When you finish work, your body feels exhausted. Not like after a physically strenuous day… More like after hard work. Or after a visit to the gym. Not that you've ever been to a gym… Or ever worked hard physically… It's a strange feeling. And it doesn't go away when you enjoy the end of the day with a beer in front of the TV as usual. Actually, you should have been watching a thriller right now. But you're watching the Serbian soccer league. One hand on the beer bottle. One always on your cock and your balls…

Something is different the next morning… You have a lot more beard than usual. Looks good. Why do you always go to the office clean-shaven? You trim the beard a little. Feels very normal. Where's your deodorant? Never mind, I'll have to go without it today… You grab your briefcase, pack your breakfast sandwich and set off for work on your bike. You sit down at your desk. You start working on files. You have trouble sitting still. Shit, you need to move! During your lunch break, you go to the Balkan grill. And you don't realize that you're talking in Serbian to the other men who are taking their break standing up. After your lunch break, you make your rounds through the building. Your job at the in-house post office is not particularly demanding. But you can't imagine working at a desk. You need to get moving. That's why you can't wait to go to the gym after work. Get your muscles burning first. And then train your skills as a street fighter in the ring.

It's a long streetcar ride to the council housing estate on the outskirts of the city. It's one of the first warm evenings. A few of your neighbors are sitting with a beer at the playground in front of one of the run-down apartment blocks. You join them. You don't feel like going back to the small apartment you share with your siblings.

You share your room with two of your brothers. They both work on the assembly line and are on the late shift this week. You try not to wake anyone when you get up at 4:30 am. The garbage collection job is hard work, but it pays well. You can save a lot of money so that you can soon afford your own little house in Belgrade. Zurich is a good city to earn money. But not to live here.

You are a man's household. You can see that. Your bathroom is pretty filthy. Well, you don't really hit the toilet bowl yourself when you piss. Apart from that, just a bit of washing up. What's the point of more? You'll start sweating faster than you'd like.

Most of the guys who work with you are from the Balkans. Many from Croatia and Bosnia. Their parents often fled from your parents during the civil war. But you don't give a damn. The Balkans are the Balkans. In a foreign country with the snooty Swiss, that welds you together. You are a close-knit community. A community of real men. Not wimps like the locals. You are brothers. You have more brothers than the six men you share the apartment with. And you all meet up at the gym in the evenings. The only place where you spend a few of your hard-earned Swiss francs. The rest is saved for a better future.

There is no better place than the gym. Hard training, hard fights, hard sex. Yes, sometimes you also have to bang a woman. So as not to get out of practice. And Swiss whores are easy to come by. You're all real guys who look and smell like men. The whores don't find anything like that among their fellow countrymen. But it's even better if one of your compatriots or an inferior Christian from the Balkans loses to you in a boxing match. The loser gets fucked. And you fuck a lot!

[gentrychild]

5 headcanons game: DFO AU where Izuku is a Yakuza boss and anonymously makes deals with AFO

Aaaaaaaaaaand we get another AU where Inko is Pops' adopted daughter.

1.A - So, before Pop's bio daughter left, Chisaki was itching to get more power in the organization. He had plans. He had ideas. But Pops, who has been around long enough, laughs in his face when he starts saying he has plans to destroy the top 5 villains in order to ressurect the yakuza. So the plan was to put Pops in a coma, proves that Chisaki was right, then wakes Pops up so he could see it.

1.B - Chisaki gets his quirk stolen exactly two days later.

1.C - This is pandemonium for the yakuza. Their leader is in a coma. Their leader-in-second is quirkless and having a mental breakdown. Every two-bits villain us hunting them down for sport now that they are weakened. Even the boss' daughter just left! And left her daughter behind, claiming that little Eri had killed her dad even though everyone in the neighborhood knows that Eri's dad has been trying to leave the mafia princess for years but was too scared of what the yakuza would do to him if he did.

2.A - Desperate, they go towards the one who left the nest and never look back. Inko is NOT happy to see twenty yakuza invading her tiny apartment. Her husband knows nothing about her past life! (She conveniently forgets the massive tattoos hidden under her cardigans every time she claims that.) She is just a normal housewife! (Please, pay no mind to the metal needles hidden all over the house.) They must leave now before her son comes back from school! (Izuku has been here for the past ten minutes but can't get home because a bunch of yakuza are blocking the way.)

2.B - "HELP US!" the yakuza cry. "NO!" Inko screams back. "Why don't you do [many illegal stuff a middle student should not know]? Hypothetically speaking.

2.C - Long story short, Izuku started helping the yakuza because he is good at it. "I am leading them away from a criminal life!" he claims. "And yes, sometimes, they break people's legs but only when the others started it!"

3 - You have to understand that Izuku's school life is not great, his mom is worried about him because of the whole quirkless thing and he runs away from his problems by 100% investing himself in the yakuza thing. They have an important job in the ecosystem! They might be assholes but they give stability to areas where heroes don't patrol! It has two, in my opinion, consequences: A. Chisaki is working for Izuku and hating every second of it. B. Izuku keeps getting money by blocking some of AFO's activities.

4 - AFO is losing his mind. He knows that the yakuza have a new boss who is devilishly good at their job but he can't find who? He fought this was Pops but the guy is in a coma?(He checked.) Then, he thought becoming quirkless had made Chisaki smarter? (It didn't.) Every time he is close from finding the thorn in his side, they disappear! It's even worse than tracking an OFA holder!

5 - This is an AU where Chisaki slightly gets his head out of his ass. When he sees Eri and realizes the other morons are the only thing between the toddler and a certain death, he more or less adopts her. He doesn't even like the idea of being a dad but someone made a comment about him not being good at it (Izuku, it was Izuku), so now, he must prove them wrong.

+ 1 - AFO almost manage to grab the secret yakuza boss but not only does the little shot bites him before he escapes but he somehow manages to steal a quirk from him.

+ 2 - Izuku now has Overhaul. Chisaki is furious.

+ 3 - Izuku is terrible at using Overhaul. (Great at destroying stuff, not even passably good at putting them back together.) Chisaki must teach him how to use the quirk. He is even more furious.

+ 4 - A blond skeleton passes out in the neighborhood and wakes up in a house full of yakuza. He is promptly adopted, even by the little one? Which he then learns is their boss? He kinda wants to explain this is a misunderstanding but he is invited to the Sunday cook-outs and he can hang out with them and it's kinda nice?

[superliz6]

Head cannons about lin ? Is she super organized ? What are her personal habits ? Does she wear perfume or makeup ? A secret pet peeve of hers ?

Sorry I've had this one in the hold for so long!

I have a headcanon for just about every mundane thing you can imagine regarding Lin.

I do think she's super organized, first of all because she comes off pretty strict, (the way the officers fall into lockstep when she sends them into Sato's workshop 😅 ) but on top of that it occurred to me that she was probably in charge of organizing things for Toph when she was a kid. I've used the example of tea before- Toph can use seismic sense to 'see' where the tea tins are, but she'd have to open and smell them all individually to determine what is what- I suspect Lin would have been on deck to make sure the same type of tea was in the same place every time to minimize that hassle. Also, just in general Toph can be lackadasical or chaotic sometimes and Lin is radiating oldest daughter energy. It was probably her job to make sure Suyin looked presentable for school etc. I think she probably internalized all this and it informs her habits as an adult.

I imagine her house to be mega organized, mostly for comedic effect but also bc her office looks like this:

she's either a control freak who can't stand clutter or Hannibal Lechter y'know what I mean? I know this is obviously just for the sake of a simple background, but let me extrapolate I haven't gotten new content in years.

As for make up yeah, definitely! I think that's made clear by the flashbacks in particular:

At some point between the two flashbacks she appears to have adopted lipstick and eyeliner at the very least.

On the topic of perfume, who knows- I would guess she wouldn't bother with it normally, but maybe if she's dressing up for something? Idk I also think she's pretty traditional so if that's like the default thing to do she'd probably do it lol.

As for her pet peeves, I feel like Lin is the type where it'd be easier to list the things that don't annoy her, but I'll propose a few:

people who talk too much (there is one exception lol) but i feel like her hell would be a trader joes employee making conversation about her groceries, you know what I mean?

loud chewing

fidgeting

pathological huggers

people who lose their cool when they find out who her mother is/ ask her a bunch of questions about her mom

I'm sure there's plenty more lol

[gaysullengirl]

❝ i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens

in my mind ❞ -taylor swift, i hate it here

   Isabelle Cruz absolutely despised five things.

One, failure. The feeling like she was never doing enough followed her around like a stray cat, mostly she hated the idea of being a failure to herself but the idea of other people being disappointed in her made her shudder.

Two, being perceived as weak- or being perceived at all.

Three, germs. Isabelle didn't care to relentlessly research articles about germs until she meet Spencer. She adored his ramblings except for the ones about germs- sometimes he was like a human germ encyclopedia.

Four, losing freckles during the winter. It was awful for the memory of each freckle to gradually disappear, Isabelle still mourned the loss of her favorite freckle, which was just underneath her left eye.

Five, feeling numb- which was unfortunately for her happening right now.

The sound of a gunshot rang through Isabelle's ears as sat on the curb just across the street from an unsub's house.

"First time you've ever shot an unsub?" Morgan curiously asked her.

"No." She responded, not even turning her head towards him.  

"Then what's the problem?"

'I don't know' Isabelle wanted to say but didn't, instead she continued staring at scene in front of her.

The front yard of the house was taken over by police officers and agents scattering in and out of the house.

"We caught him and saved David." Morgan said, hoping it would comfort Isabelle.

But it didn't, yes they caught the awful man killing children and yes, they saved a little boy, David.

But somehow she still she wasn't content.

It didn't feel right to be content.

Isabelle noticed Spencer walk to Morgan and whisper something to him but she didn't bother looking- or listening to their conversation.

Spencer sat down next to her and watched the scene with her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Isabelle stayed silent for a moment, debating if she should lie to him or tell the truth.

She sighed, "I just feel stuck, like I'm a security guard watching my entire life play out in front of me on tapes and I'm just- observing my own life."

"It's normal to feel like that after moving, humans tend to want what we can't have- and one of those things is control." He stated.

This was why Isabelle adored Spencer's ramblings, her brain made her think she was the only one going through something and therefore she'd never recover, but Spencer somehow managed to co

for her with facts and statistics.

"Why are you thinking about this right now?" Spencer asked.

"I always think about it- it takes up like 90% of my brain function."

"You've always spent too much time up here." Spencer responded, pointing to his head.

Isabelle just scrunched her eyebrows.

"I remember one time you were staring at the wall and I asked you 'what's on your mind?' and you told me you were yearning for your childhood."

"That's a reasonable thing to yearn for." Isabelle defended.

"I'm not saying it's not, I'm just saying you think too

much."

She scoffed, "Really, you're saying that to me? Spencer Reid is telling me I think too much?"

Spencer just shook his head slightly and smirked.

୨୧

The next day was filled with paperwork, paperwork, and paperwork.

It was the thing Isabelle hated most yet loved most about her job.

In the moment, it was hell, her hand cramping, racking her brain trying to remember what happened because she somehow already forgot.

But later, reading the reports, remembering the stories was something she could talk about for hours.

It was like opening an old journal that had sat collecting dust, reading over the things that caused so much anxiety at the time, which were now mundane.

"Hey do you wanna go to a bar with us?" Spencer asked and Isabelle smiled, "Yes I would love too, who going?"

"Me, Derek, Penelope, Emily, and Jj."

"Okay, just give me a sec-" Isabelle was cut off my her phone ringing.

'Unknown Number' It read, she clicked accept and brought the phone to her ear.

The only sounds that could be heard were heavy breaths, her eyebrows curled into confusion and she hung up.

"Um yeah, I'll be there in a sec." She told Spencer.

"Who was that?" "I don't know, it was just breathing must've been a butt dial or something."

authors note!

hope u enjoyed! :)

[aspd-culture]

aspd culture is wanting to be a doctor because gore is soothing to look at for some reason

Honestly sometimes pwASPD can make really good doctors because they are able to keep calm in the face of a normally extremely emotional situation, and make hard a fast decisions that can be lifesaving without emotional hesitation. He is of course a TV character and therefore his situation is made extreme for the entertainment value, but there is a reason Gregory House is great at his job - he is extremely practical in a job that demands that but is nearly impossible for a prosocial to be practical in.

You do have to have good impulse control and ability to follow rules and defer to "authority" even when they don't make sense or seem stupid to you, because sometimes there just isn't time to tell you why you need to do/not do something there is only time to give the direction and expect you to follow it. If not you could cause some serious issues for yourself and/or your patients and get hit with a malpractice suit easily. If anyone reading this is serious about it and that sounds up your ally, definitely go for it though.

On top of that, being a doctor will likely be much less damaging to your mental health than most, because losing a patient, making a mistake you couldn't have avoided/known to avoid, etc. generally causes doctors to go into deep and sometimes self-destructive depression. Being able to practically understand what is and isn't your fault, and being able to correct and do better in the future without being bogged down by guilt can serve you well in that profession. The world does need doctors who can be healthy even while doing this that are difficult, and that is something prosocials just can't fulfill through no fault of their own.

I wouldn't throw ASPD on your resume though, it will be taken badly.

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Honestly sometimes pwASPD can make really good doctors because they are able to keep calm in the face of a normally extremely emotional situation, and make hard a fast decisions that can be lifesaving without emotional hesitation. He is of course a TV character and therefore his situation is made extreme for the entertainment value, but there is a reason Gregory House is great at his job - he is extremely practical in a job that demands that but is nearly impossible for a prosocial to be practical in.

You do have to have good impulse control and ability to follow rules and defer to "authority" even when they don't make sense or seem stupid to you, because sometimes there just isn't time to tell you why you need to do/not do something there is only time to give the direction and expect you to follow it. If not you could cause some serious issues for yourself and/or your patients and get hit with a malpractice suit easily. If anyone reading this is serious about it and that sounds up your ally, definitely go for it though.

On top of that, being a doctor will likely be much less damaging to your mental health than most, because losing a patient, making a mistake you couldn't have avoided/known to avoid, etc. generally causes doctors to go into deep and sometimes self-destructive depression. Being able to practically understand what is and isn't your fault, and being able to correct and do better in the future without being bogged down by guilt can serve you well in that profession. The world does need doctors who can be healthy even while doing this that are difficult, and that is something prosocials just can't fulfill through no fault of their own.

I wouldn't throw ASPD on your resume though, it will be taken badly.

[bananonbinary]

my experience with autism is so weird.

like, obviously, i'm high functioning, right? i have a large vocabulary, i score wonderfully on any type of standardized test, i was diagnosed "gifted" as a child, i understand social cues and facial expressions pretty decently and can mask extremely well for the length of time a stranger will interact with me. by any definition, i'm high functioning.

but.

i'm not.

i can't make my own food. i can't go outside. my executive function is so bad i can't problem solve extremely basic things like "there's a box on the counter where i wanted to sit." i need people to remind me to eat, and help me figure out what to eat. i ask someone else to help me any time i start a new task, just to sit in the room and tell me what steps to take. 99% of my days see me sitting in a dark, quiet room on my computer, because going out into the common areas of the house is Too Much, let alone going outside and interacting with people outside my family. any time i get any new stimulus at all (which happens like..once every two weeks) i get so stressed out that I have a complete meltdown that is EXACTLY what you think a Stereotypical Autistic Person looks like. (as one shitty doctor put it, "oh but you're not like, rocking in the corner or banging your head on the wall in your own little world." joke's on you, asshole. i AM doing that when i'm not here.) i lose the ability to communicate when faced with strangers and new situations, and sometimes just for no reason at all. this is after 6 YEARS of effort to improve.

I cannot live alone. I cannot advocate for myself in most situations. I need a high level of support, and i honestly believe my family could make a case to take away my legal rights if they wanted (thank god, they don't). by any REASONABLE metric, i SHOULD be classed as low functioning.

but.

i'm not.

i see people classed as "intellectually disabled," and "low functioning," and i'm not like them, i know it's an unbelievable privilege to be able to articulate myself in a way other people understand and listen to. i won't insult my siblings by saying i go through what they go through.

but.

but but but.

i understand them. far more than i understand the 'High Functioning' crowd. the people with jobs, and education, and errands, and their own houses. when some jackass points to a caricature of an autistic person, and expect me to laugh because surely I'M not like that, no one who's NORMAL struggles with things like that, they don't know that i'm NOT normal. i'm not low functioning, but secretly, i'm not high functioning either.

i wish i had a pithy way to tie this together. i just wish i Fit somewhere.

[lupunsus]

Since dog hybrids are the most common, I thought I'd write about masters who use these companions to their fullest potential

By giving them jobs.

Hybrid au based on the writings made by @cinnamonest

Gn Farm/Hunting Dog Hybrids

Warning: mention of heats/ruts and how you shouldn't fuck your hunting dog hybrid until they trust you. Idk if it counts, but I thought I should still mention it, even if it isn't described in detail.

I can confidently say that a good number of people see hybrids as glorified sex toys because I said so. (And also cinnamonest did too, im pretty sure.)

As mentioned previously, dog hybrids are common, with already domesticated breeds being easier to obtain even if you look like someone with low income and living in their parents' basement. But they can't really stop you if you prove that you will take care of them, and even if you do live in your parent's basement, they'll be lumped into taking care of the hybrid anyway so it should be fine.

However, there are some cases when a specific set of people who normally use dogs for tasks decide on using hybrids. Why? Mainly because of their ability to communicate. While dogs have no problem barking your ear off, hybrids can learn to talk, allowing them to convey issues and warnings, or just be someone to talk to.

These hybrids are mainly breeds that were bred for hunting or to herd farm animals.

At first, the adoption centers had little to no dogs qualified for hunting, nor were they used to farm life, but as time progressed, there became facilities that housed these special breeds. Of course, employees needed to have a good hand and experience with normal dogs, as the hybrid counterparts are more demanding. It works out in the end. The adopter gets a hybrid, and the hybrid receives a good amount of freedom to do whatever, as long as they do their job.

Because of how free and open farms can be, however, while it isn't required for the hybrids to wear clothes, they must have on a collar with a tag at all times. It's rare for a farm dog hybrid to wander too far from the animals it's supposed to look after and protect, though. The rule is more for the hunting dog hybrids. Usually, their collar has some sort of identity tag that lets humans be aware and cautious around it unless they're prepared to lose a finger or five. Seasoned hunters sometimes help the hybrids back to their owners if they appear to be injured or stuck.

As for farming dog hybrids, they're definitely much more friendlier, but they require lots of exercise. So anyone can have them, although it's recommended for those who get out and move a lot. Keeping one cooped up inside for too long can make it feel restless and irritated, and it'll soon start becoming aggressive and trash the place to release the pent-up energy it has. So make sure to give your energetic hybrids lots of outdoor time! Having a backyard they can play in is ideal, but even just bringing it along to run errands will work. Just make sure they're properly trained to behave or have them on a harness, as they can get bursts of energy and run all over the place.

Everyone should be wary of hunting dog hybrids! While tamed, they're still as dangerous as wild hybrids if around anyone that isn't their master and shouldn't be taken in by someone who thinks it'd be cool to have one.

As for hybrids who actually work on a farm, it's basically the same as what normal dogs do. Except it may be difficult to cozy to them in that way unless their heat/rut comes around that time. Farm owners usually let their hybrids take those seasons off for breaks until they feel better. Of course, you could always help them and receive a heartfelt: "Thank you, Master!" along with many other praises they can list under the sun for being with them during such a vulnerable point of time during their life.

For hunting dog hybrids, though, they won't let you help them with their spring seasons unless you earn their trust. But hey, they say that slow and steady wins the race. Plus, you should be more worried about hunting and not fucking your companion.

There's definitely a lot more jobs dog hybrids can have, but I'll save that for another post this time.

[chickensarentcheap]

The first thing she does it talk to him in an effort to bring him out of the state that he's in. She learned the hard way not to just try and shake him awake, as he is caught in that fight or flight an will always choose fight. Unfortunately, it ended up with her being pinned face down to the bed and with bruises that lasted for a week and a bit. So she learned to always talk to him and keep talking to him until he responds and shows that he knows where he is, who she is. Then she'll get his emergency meds, a wet face cloth, and a glass of water. And while he takes the meds and the water, she'll wipe down his face and neck. Just to help him get back to 'normal'.

2. She still attempts and he still continues to ask if she wants to join him :)

3. Esme loves to bake (is that considered creative?) and she has her sewing and crocheting projects. She makes bunting bags, jammies, blankets, crib accessories for babies :)

4. I think she knew really early on. In Dhaka. Or that she was at least falling in love with him. Because he didn't see her flaws or her brokenness and he didn't try to hide his from her. He was honest and raw and open with her about even his darkest secrets. And he made her feel safe and protected. He was the first person to ever make her feel that way.

5. Fairly quickly after Millie was born (in the main series). Esme had a very hard time with being a new mom, and he was able to step up and really be there for her and take the stress and the load off and even teach her how to do certain things and reassure her she was doing a good job.

6. Esme loves leaving him little love notes all over the place. In his truck, in his office, in his gym, on the bathroom mirror. On those sticky note things. She puts them EVERYWHERE lol. And he collects watches and she'll just out of nowhere buy him one. Or a surfboard to add to his collection. Or she'll bake his favourites for him :)

7. The house on a whole, about every two years. But she's notorious for always re-doing their bedroom and bathroom and that's every six months, sometimes sooner lol

8. Tyler is definitely a Gladiator guy ;). But I'm putting Point Break on his list too

9. Millie will go for manis and pedis and facials with her mom. And they'll go to the movies and out to lunch.

10. Oh Esme loses it on the kids at times lmao. Her patience isn't as strong as Tyler's is. He rarely raises his voice at them. BUT Millie has pushed him to the point.

11. Those kiddos make him laugh all the time. Whether it's playing pranks on Esme, having fun in the pool, going down to the beach together, teaching them to skateboard and dirt bike.

12. Tyler was honourably discharged from SASR because of his drinking issues that started after his son died and the mistake he'd made in those last days. He told Esme about it one of the fics. I can't remember which one. He had the booze addiction and a rage issue and got himself while in uniform more than once. It would have been a dishonourable discharge, but he was highly decorated and they did him a 'favour'

@tragiclyhip

[lighthouseas]

expanding on this assassin au because i have watched far too much assassination classroom

ok so. will works for some underground (probably spy) organization as an assassin and goes after people who may know too much about it (i like to think they are working with something akin to the upside down), be a major threat to the country, etc. i don't think he works for the government, this is more of a secret organization of people who have had experience with the thing they are protecting. which could easily be an upside down gate, or something similar to that - so i can also imagine will USUALLY kills monstrous targets that have escaped through it, though he has to kill people sometimes too hehe

anyway. he does live out a fairly normal life by day. he's best friends with (and in love with) mike wheeler, along with the rest of the party. by night, however, he is an assassin. he kills targets swiftly and silently, as he is a master at his craft - trained from a young age by other prodigies, such as his brother, jonathan byers, and his mother, joyce byers (in this instance, however, i can see them living under pseudonyms). and it's okay, actually! he makes his secret double life work, even though mike constantly wonders why he can't go to will's house and why will constantly gives off the energy that he's hiding...something.

one day, mike accidentally comes into contact with the secret organization by following will home. which, admittedly, is REALLY creepy but mike can feel in his gut that will is hiding something from him. and he's right, of course - he's captured and taken into the lair and would've been killed on sight for knowing too much - had will not broken the rules and released him when no one was looking (after swearing him to secrecy and making him promise to never mention the whole interaction again, of course).

and the organization is FURIOUS. they find out that it's will who released mike, and, as punishment for getting close to him and having his emotions get in the way, insist he be the one to seek him out again and kill him since he knows what mike's life is like, anyway, and it shouldn't be too hard for him to track mike down. if he doesn't finish the job like he was trained to - he dies.

cue will distancing himself from mike so he can kill him without it hurting as much - and cue mike trying desperately to get closer to will, as all he wants is to know him and this weird thing he does better, and maybe, possibly tell him that he's been in love with him for years. cue them kissing and will knowing it's wrong because he's supposed to kill this kid, for christ's sake. cue will being under immense pressure from the organization to finish the job or lose his life. cue others from the organization not believing that will can do it, and subsequently going after not just mike, but will too so they're both in danger of being killed. CUE WILL FINDING OUT HOW FLAWED HIS JOB IS !!! CUE BYLER TAKING THE ORGANIZATION DOWN ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!!

[ladyevol]

Your Limited Life

[Desert Duo angst warning!!!]

It didn't matter anyway.

Grian knew that the deaths of this killing game didn't matter, that, once a victor had been decided, they would just start over and over and over again until every single player had either been found to be a witch or deemed innocent. They had experienced so many loops by that point, over and over again, and they had relieved that same week over and over again, and no one knew. No one except them, the watchers and the witches hiding like foxes in the hen houses. There was a time when Grian hated witches. Now, he feared for the life of one, specifically his best friend, Scar. The very man in front of him shooting arrows at his companions in this life as they climbed a ladder.

Grian wasn't sure if Scar remembered the loops or not. Sometimes he would say and do things that he wouldn't know unless he did, and others he made mistakes he should have known from previous lives.

Not all loops were the same, the angels were creative and they didn't want they didn't want the games to become too easy for the witches. No, they wanted to break them, to tease them and try to pull them out like the weeds they saw them as, which is why they found different, more painful ways to torture them, from making them feel the life of another to showing them how much time they had left until their hearts stopped beating. The problem was that the angels caught in the games to do their jobs were caught in this torture as well, and yet, Grian knew that no angel or witch or human suffered more than him in these games.

'Why him?' The dirty blonde asked as he watched the taller man let go of his arrows, 'why did it have to be him?' He knew that, one day, the watchers would find out. That there would come a loop when Scar wouldn't be there anymore, for true death was the fate all witches would face sooner or later.

That was what happened with Lizzie, the young watcher still remembered the look of despair in Joel's eyes as she was taken away, but at least he couldn't remember. Grian wouldn't be so lucky. So he had two choices: either he tried to ignore the inevitable and enjoyed the lives they still had together or…

Grian pulled his crossbow and pointed it to Scar's back. "The ultimate betrayal." He pressed the trigger.

Why was he the one to end up killing Scar in most loops he wasn't sure. It wasn't something that he wanted nor did he do it on purpose. He just wanted to be left alone, to stay away so that when the day came, it wouldn't hurt as much. Normally he didn't have a choice, either it was an accident or it was a matter of him or Grian and he didn't want the Principalities to think that there was something wrong with him.

That wasn't the case this time. He wanted Scar dead, because he was angry. Angry that he was the reason why he was forced to keep doing this over and over again, heartbroken at the prospect of losing the man and appalled by his loyalty. Because that was the thing about Scar, despite the fact this was meant to be a death game and regardless of whether he remembered or not, he always trusted him. He always smiled at him when they saw each other and he always seeked to become allies even though it never worked out, especially when it came to Grian's alliances. They always died because of him without exception and Scar was the one that was most guilty of this and Grian was tired.

He just wanted it to end.

The chase wasn't very long. A few more bolts and Scar was down. Not dead yet, but he wouldn't be hanging for much longer. Grian grabbed his ax, "I'm sorry, Scar." He said and flipped the man around so he was laying on his back, blood dripping from his lips. "You gotta go." He raised his ax.

"You can't shoot a man in the back," Scar chuckled, even now when it should be the end, he still smiled. Did he know it wasn't the end? Did he remember the other times? "Cuteguy."

That made Grian freeze and his breath hitch. He hadn't heard that name in so, so long. That existence felt like a dream now.

With tears in his eyes, Grian brought the ax down and, for a moment, just a second, the whole world went silent.

He knew people were coming for him, so he had no time to mourn the death of his friend, he only had time to regret it as he ran to start another battle.

He would see him in the next life anyway.

[bluepoodle7]

#InfectedRealtorAU #AbandonedHouses #MyLoreInfo

I imagine a abandoned house in my Infected Realtor Au is either three things.

A parasite or a dangerous type fungmammal that fully ate a non REALTORs or a sprouted infected one once they lose themselves while roleplaying as the long dead Infected Realtor and Non Infected REALTORs.

But their house looks normal while the fungmammal is concealing it since the house actually looks abandoned with the spores keeping the house together.

Or a Non Infected and Infected Realtor losing their lure body and slowly healing up but needs outside help to feed.

Like mutualism or non dangerous type fungmammals to give up a part of their mushroom like body for the house to eat or kind hearted Infected Realtors to help out this house by bringing anything for the house to eat.

Maybe have their mutualism or non dangerous fungmammal types to speed up the healing process but might need to see photos or a drawing of the lure body to get the body made the right way.

While the other lure bodies from different infected houses clean up and fix the place.

A third is a Infected Realtor dying from either starvation or other means then becoming a real abandoned house while the infected and non infected get added as ghost houses to have a chance to become a Second Chance Real Estate Agents/Brokers.

As a ghost house to this new fungmammal type have to wait for the leader to die and need to wait in rotation to be the next Second Chance Real Estate Agents/Brokers to make house for folks while not eating people by eating plastic or damaged materials to make 3D printed houses.

They can also eat normal foods and inanimate objects but never humans but need to turn creative mode off so they won't accidently make a organic meat or food house and a trash house by accident.

They can also think up a plan in their heads to make weapons to protect themselves since everyone might want to destroy this type.

When the leader sleep checks if there are new ghost houses to train them before they get swapped in the rotation incase the leader dies so the next in line needs to train the next set that appear.

The ghost houses are similar to the fungmammal colony underwater but act like the Real Estate Agents/Brokers eyes to look for dangers that might harm this new colony or easily find new people to build free houses for or fix up badly made 3D printed houses from parasite or harmful type Real Estate Agents/Brokers that are not Second Chance or helpful types.

This species only make clones to help maintain the 3D printed houses of clients not buyers but the harmful and parasite types tend to use their clones to do a quick fix job then do other things they like while ignoring the clients problems.

Some clones might just leave.

People that hate these helpful Real Estate Agents/Brokers types are the harmful types of Real Estate Agents/Brokers down to Non Infected REALTORs and people in the Uncanny Valley that work to build normal houses.

Since these new creatures take away business and a food source from creatures since they 3D people's dream homes for free by eating pollution and warning them of dangerous people.

The third abandoned house type is once a house becomes abandoned their house body is still there but the Infected Realtor is dead and can be used as a normal house.

But might have some photographs of the lure body with the house body maybe with the flower they sprouted with that the new owners can't throw away or sell due to the photographs reappearing in the house body.

Simply touching the photographs shows the buyer the last memories the Infected Realtor had before death and have to be boxed up then stored in a storage room or safe of the house.

A buyer could fix up the house by removing any debris like glass, overgrowth plant material, etc.

That's if the house body doesn't crumble up or cave in on you but sometimes the abandoned houses will have traps left behind before death to prevent anyone living inside their house body if they die.

But it's like living in a small, medium, or huge skeleton of a creature but some of the leftover media like vhs tapes, door bell, or anything that makes a sound might have a little bit of the Infected Realtors voice mixed in but might be low to hear or hard to hear.

Seems like this was the last few thoughts or sayings from the house before death and you need a sound machine to hear low voices to know what the house's last words or thoughts were saying.

But some of the sounds might be house sounds like creaking or squeaking and random house noises.

In my Au that's the old house language called Household which was the original language of the house before mimicking the human language to adapt but the new houses forget their original language.

The older the house the more they use Household than human language.

The parasite neighborhood in my Au has a a lot of the third types of the abandoned houses that are skeleton like but this neighborhood is dangerous due to the territory.

My oc Dupla or Duplo Lar which is a alternate version of Zable Fable as a evil Infected Realtor is the leader of that area with a very strong house body.

Once a house is abandoned then the parasite fungmammals with the hungry parasite Infected Realtors will eat the house leaving nothing left.

Some Infected Realtors would even eat Regular Guys if they could catch them and would eat them with or without the body while the fungmammal adds spores to the fake body to add calories back in from the calories the Regular Guy's body would have taken away from the host.

Image not mine but link is there.

Abandoned House Vector Art, Icons, and Graphics for Free Download (vecteezy.com)

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supernatural s4e19 jump the shark (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

episode should be titled 10 more reasons to hate john winchester

seinfeld s5e22 the opposite - dedee pfeiffer as victoria

another tiny role on seinfeld that i know well because i saw them all enough and at a time when my brain was better at recording things.

okay but also? i think i know her from cybill?? which i probably haven't thought of since the 90s. and sometimes i wonder how i originally knew actors like say, alicia witt and christine baranaski and something like this drags it up from the depths

cybill (1995-1998) dedee pfeiffer as rachel blanders

okay but back to dean getting shat on. dear old dad wanted to give one of his kids a normal life and take him to baseball games and go camping that didn't involve killing monsters. aw, that's nice. except for all the gross child neglect of his kids he was supposed to be fulltime sole caregiver of. granted he didn't get involved in this kid's life until sam was away at college so it's not like the nice things happened simultaneously to the neglect. still hate you, man. and the recap made sure to remind us of how john treated sam's going to college.

that look sam gave adam after dean loses paper scissors rock was cute. was feeling the sibling vibes.

also got me considering the logistics of man sized ventilation inside this random house.

sam giving this kid the dad and dean no friends no life routine is something. remember this little exchange at the gas pump:

s1e6 skin:

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

SAM: You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?

but also harkens back to when dean was just trying to keep everyone alive while the other two were hellbent on self destructive revenge. which dean has been selling sam is just like dad and that's why they don't get along since then, but i'm not quite sure i buy that.

from s1e22 devil's trap:

Sam: We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you’re the one who came and got me at school! (Dean scoffs) You’re the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I’m just trying to finish it!

Dean: Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge.

that line about being the one to bury you lives rent free in my head.

i mean, i get what he's putting down in regards to his revenge quests, but i don't think there's a lot of similarities outside that. maybe because i like sam and john was a child neglecting piece of garbage. that is definitely a big blinder for me 🥴

i'm sure people enjoyed all that uh, excessive wound fingering and such with sam.

but my issue is those very significant cuts through his forearms and he's all fine and dandy in the next scene. he'd have some wicked number of stitches. and i guess nothing major was cut. just fleshy bits that dean can sew back up? i know, medical accuracy is way way WAY down on the list. but when they focus on the volume of blood he's losing so rapidly, i can't help but start to think of the logistics! anyway, made me think about hannibal's big ass scars in a similar place from matthew brown.

okay but also the kid has a point, of the ghouls were only eating dead people, was it really that important to be killing them?

that turned out a lot more therapeutic than i expected. and somehow i didn't know that fate of adam so i was actually surprised. i always am glad for dean to be working through some of his dad issues. sam is full of questionable choices these days. i'll give it to him, the writers, whatever. he really does sell that he's earnestly truly trying to do the right thing. but everything is a flaming pile of shit anyway.

DEAN I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now.

SAM I'll take that as a compliment.

DEAN You take it any way you want.

i mean.

anyway. okay i liked this episode even though i'm nervously looking at the time with how close the end of the season is and here we are off killing some monsters like it's any other week. this felt like an earlier to mid season episode. quality dean and sam time, daddy issues on blast.

and forever grateful shoutout to supernaturalwiki.com, the documentation is immaculate, found the episode with the bury you line in it in under 5 minutes.