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raytm · 24 days

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 month

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Good Day For It Thugs x Reader || Excerpts

Plot: You were taken as leverage against your criminal boyfriend and his friends; kept in a dirty unfinished basement for 3 nights through negotiations under rough, cruel conditions. This is the moment you're released back to Him.

Warnings: References to kidnapping and getting thumped.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @slxsherwriter .

Dale Acton:

One of the guys shoves you suddenly- you weren't expecting it because you were staring at Dale, you weren't even listening to anything that was being said between Norman and your kidnappers- and you go tumbling to the ground. You hear heavy footsteps coming towards you, then feel hands on your arms helping you up.

When your exhausted, weak, half-lidded eyes look up to see Dale there so close, helping you up out of the dirt, they open up wide and you gasp; shooting forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Dale!"

"Y/N. Fuck, you're back."

"I- I'm so happy to see you- "

"I know, I know." Carefully Dale disentangles your arms from him, pulling back far enough so that he can look you over and check you for injuries- when he finds one, a bruise on the side of your face and dried blood on your ear from when one of them thumped you in the head, the murderous stormy look on his face is terrifying, filling your heart with ice. "What the fuck happened here!?"

"Dale, I- "

But he's not talking to you. He's looking up at the kidnappers like he's going to kill every single one of them with his bare fists. "What the fuck is this!? 's this what you call perfectly fucken safe!?"

"Had to subdue them," One of the men says, shrugging huge mountain-like shoulders like its just basic kidnapping procedure. "They got off pretty easy, actually."

"Easy?" Dale's eyes are on fire as he raises up to his full height, leaving you on the ground and stepping between you and the men with clenched fists. Meanwhile you look up and around in a panic for Norman. When you catch his eyes across the room you only have to look at him scared and desperate for a second, your eyes screaming don't let him get himself killed, before he nods and grabs Dale; whispers something quickly in his ear, probably a threat, before the muscles in Dale's shoulders half-relax. Norman shoves Dale out of the room before anyone else, while Wayne helps you up and you follow.

When you get into the back seat of the car with Dale, all he has for you is the softest sincerest blue eyes and i'm so fucking sorry's, and a million questions, and kisses for the whole ride home.

Norman Tyrus:

Beyond pissed off, and disgusted and scared and... and hungry, and tired-... you wrench yourself out of the man's disgusting hands so hard you almost send yourself toppling to the ground- you would have it the ground, in fact, if it weren't for Dale catching you quickly and handing you off to Norman.

Immediately the only person here is Norman, his arms around you practically holding you up you're feeling so weak and fatigued. You don't care that Lyle's still speaking with your kidnappers (wrapping up 'business'), you don't care that Dale and Wayne are guarding the door, you don't care that the men who hurt you for 3 days are still there. You only care how terrible Norman looks; his hair a greasy mess, dark shadows under his eyes,.. looing tortured... You feel a rush of worry and a flicker of guilt, knowing this is because of you.

"Norman I'm okay," Are the first hushed words that slip out of your lips, wanting only him to hear you talk. Wanting it to really just be the two of you, here now. You want to be alone in his bedroom, in his bed, safe with your legs interlocked and your fingers fixing his hair.

... at least you can have that last part. Carefully you reach up and start lacing your fingers through his hair, straightening it up the best you can with focused eyes.

You're exhausted, and you're starving, and thirsty, and s c a r e d... but you would do it all again if it would take away that miserable, terrified look in Norman's eyes.

Like he just woke up from the illusion that you were ever remotely safe with him.

"No, you're not." Norman replies, a stern frown on his face. Which is not strictly out of the ordinary- but you know better. You know he's feeling worse then he lets on. "... -and its my fucken fault."

Immediately you stop what you're doing, eyes hard. "No."

"Yeah." He sighs, a sad sad look in his eyes as he looks at you. "It is... "

"Norman, I don't wanna hear- "

"Don't worry." His eyes suddenly go hard though they'd don't ever leave your face (not once- not since he saw you brought in here), one hand - the one not holding your body up against his, - coming up to run his knuckles across your cheek bone. "Wont happen again... '

... you don't know what that means, but he sound sure. Eyes softening, electing to worry about it later, you just rest your head on his chest and squeeze your eyes shut. All you want to think about right now is his warm bed, and safe arms, and maybe a shower for the both of you.

Wayne Jackson:

Your eyes are full of tears, your arms crossed over your chest against the cold; your wrists covered in rope burn and bleeding. The t-shirt and cotton shorts you were wearing when they took you out of your bed 3 nights go too thin in the winter. Too thin to be standing at a bus stop where your kidnappers left you, waiting to see Norman's car appear on the horizon.

Suddenly you feel a fingertips brush your shoulder and jump, eyes widening, and whipping around to see- Wayne. Looking tired and relieved.

They'd come from the opposite direction, you realise seeing the car with Norman and Dale inside behind Wayne, the tears slipping down your face in crushing relief as you turn around and crash against him; burying your face in the softness of the hood on his denim-clad shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. Feeling almost safe for the first time during the whole terrifying ordeal.

He's got a flannel blanket from the back of the car bunched in one hand, which he pulls around you and secures by tying a thick knot over your shoulder, fumbling only a little bit, before rubbing your arms to get you warm. "There you go... How're you doin', sweetheart? What, uh," Nose stuffy and red from the cold, you pull back slightly from him to see his face. There's an almost unintelligible look on Wayne's old face, you've certainly never seen anything like that on him- but- its definitely worry. "What'd they do to you? Huh?"

... you just shake your head, sniffling. "I don't wanna talk about it." You whisper. "Just take me home."

You know that he sees the graze on your cheekbone, and your wrists, but he just slowly nods. Wayne's good like that. "O- okay. Yeah. Home, alright. No problem, lets go." He starts to turn you around and guide you to the car, one hand on your waist and the other on your opposite upper arm - its like he cant keep his hands off you now, and you're more than okay with that, - but your own hand snaps out to his wrist, to stop him. You turn around; numbly shake your head.

"N- no, not my home. Yours."

"Wouldnt'a let ya outta my sight if you wanted to be."

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rjalker · 11 months

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PSA. Trigger warning and content warnings need to be specific or they're not helpful at all.

Saying a story "deals with heavy topics" could mean anything. Does it deal with child abuse? Domestic abuse? Self harm? Bigotry? Rape? Murder?

We don't know, because you haven't told us. So the people who need warnings for those specific topics are still going to be caught off guard.

#PSA #writing tips #writing advice #and in general.

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wifekat69 · 2 years

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HELLO @capricioustenament AND/OR THE INDIVIDUAL TAKING DICTATION. OR IS IT BAD FORM TO TALK TO THE MOUTH PIECE? TYPESTUB PIECE? REGARDLESS, ALWAYS INTERESTING TO SEE TOLERABLE CHURCH FOLKS.

#WAS FOLLOWING A FEW OF YOUR CONVERSATIONS WITH SEFONI.#AND IN GENERAL.#GENERAL SURPRISE IS A THEME ABOUT IT.

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assiraphales · 2 months

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genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

#Atla #avatar the last airbender #but in general #pjo

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bronzetomatoes · 3 months

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Why dont we all look at Andy

#look anika's talking!#it gets rough out here #(not any specific fandom. this is a general statement)#anika famous moment #greatest hits

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iapislazuli · 10 months

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idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

#dia noises #its content aware fill. ai generated. it doesnt matter

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memendoemori · 7 months

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