#i’m watching an interview of him and am just so grateful that this fucker talks with his hands

[frnkiebby]

look at this fucking cutie pie~🎃

#god i love his hands #just #his fucking hands #i’m gonna fucking implode #i’m watching an interview of him and am just so grateful that this fucker talks with his hands #also really love his palm tattoos #the prettiest motherfucker around #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[izzy-b-hands]

Cold As Ice

I was messing about a few days ago with some prompt lists and managed to get a few done, this being one of them! The prompt was: trying to walk on ice.

I didn’t necessarily intend for it to go a bit sad, but with Elliot lately somehow that’s just the turn my fic has taken :( But I’m going to write some happy times for him soon. 

In the meantime, I have this! Set...idk. Not really in any particular season, more like a snapshot AU sort of thing I guess because idk where you’d shove it within canon lol.

“Are you trying to get caught?” 

“Yes, of course I am, as much as possible,” Elliot spat back as he fumbled and slipped on the icy sidewalk. The upside to the evening? He’d gotten (rather, stolen) the drive he needed. The downside? The supposedly nonexistent security team at the building were in fact, existing, and were bearing down him as an ice storm pelted the city. 

“It’s just ice, c’mon,” Mr. Robot scoffed. 

“You think I’m doing this for fun?” Elliot replied, exasperated as he slipped yet again and landed square on his back. “Falling down every five minutes, nowhere to hide...be lucky if I don’t get hurt.” 

“I’m just saying that if you’re careful-” 

“I hear you, ‘just saying.’ Not saying anything useful right now,” Elliot grumbled as he skid down an alley.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Mr. Robot sighed. “Here’s something useful: that fire escape. No idea if someone’s already there, with that tarp over it, but if you move fast-” 

He moved as fast as he could towards it, ignoring Mr. Robot’s scoffing and whining as he struggled to climb up the icy metal ladder. Luckily, there was no one else there, and while he had no clue why they’d want to try and cover the bit of the fire escape landing near their window, he was grateful that the apartment owner had. 

There was only one guard who had kept up the chase, slipping and falling onto the ice as he tried to stop and go into the alley. He seemed utterly fed up, muttering and grumbling as he worked to stay upright on the slick ground. “Forget this. They don’t pay me enough to be out here in this dreck.” 

“You got lucky. If that asshole wasn’t so lazy...we should have planned. Should have expected something to happen” Mr. Robot shook his head as they huddled under the tarp. The rain/sleet had increased, the sound of the falling ice pelting the thick material. 

“Y’know, if you wanna keep making smart comments, why don’t you make one about how we’re gonna get home with this storm,” Elliot sighed. 

“We...I...Elliot, I don’t control the weather!” 

Mr. Robot sounded just as frustrated as he was, and though he knew it shouldn’t make him happy, it did. If they had to be stuck there, miserable, then they’d be miserable together. 

“Window’s open,” Mr. Robot motioned towards it, open just big enough that someone could slide in or out of it if they held their breath. “Must be stuck or something. Explains this little set up.” 

“...Are you suggesting I crawl in there?” 

“Can’t make it home right now, unless you intend on sliding there. Kind of cold out here, and might not be much warmer in there, but anything is better than sitting here.” 

Elliot smirked. “And what should I say when I get in? ‘Sorry, can’t make it home in this weather, you understand why I’m casually breaking in via your fire escape.’ That’ll go over well.” 

“I could do the talking,” Mr. Robot said. “C’mon. You really wanna stay out here, freezing?” 

Elliot shook his head. He didn’t want to stay out, but he didn’t relish the idea of the police being called because he was literally crawling into someone’s home. But his hands were sticking to the icy bits of the metal on the escape, and maybe there wouldn’t be anyone home...

The living room he tumbled into was dark, and seemed empty, as did the rest of the apartment. In fact, it seemed no one had been there for some time. 

“Eugh,” Mr. Robot frowned, and pointed to the darkest corner of the living room. “Well, we don’t have to worry about disturbing anyone.” 

In that corner, in an armchair, were the remnants of what must have been the apartment’s owner. 

His stomach flipped at the sight, but he fought to ignore it. “We have to go, this should be reported-” 

“And how are you gonna say you found this guy, exactly? Just admit to breaking in briefly?” Mr. Robot asked. 

“That was your idea! There’s anonymous tip lines anyway, and-” 

“Yeah, because that’s always truly anonymous and safe,” Mr. Robot interrupted. 

“I’ll find some way to let them know. I can’t not report this,” Elliot replied, his voice low and harsh. “This could be me someday, no one knowing I’m dead, rotting in my apartment for weeks on end like this poor fucker! If it was me, I’d want it reported.” 

“Darlene would come looking for you. You know that.” 

“Shut up.” 

“What? You really think she wouldn’t? You know she would, she’d be looking for you after a day or two at the most. Don’t be so dramatic,” Mr. Robot rolled his eyes. 

“Just be quiet,” Elliot sighed as he slumped against the wall near the open window, the wind and ice howling. “We’re gonna get home as soon as this shit quits, finish what needs finishing, and report this, and then you won’t have any goddamn reason to complain for awhile.” 

It was such an easy thing to envision. His apartment this dark and filthy, his body rotting on his couch, unable to hear the sound of Darlene’s fists thudding against his front door, her voice muffled as she begged him to open up. 

He let the tears fall while Mr. Robot stood, waiting him and the storm out. 

Finally, a few hours later, the rain had ceased, and he was able to slowly creep home, slipping and sliding more than he wanted, earning bruises when he fell that would take weeks to fade. 

The feelings the night had dredged up started to fade too, until the news report a week later. 

The police had finally investigated his tip, and now it had made the local news, stirring up and worrying the other elderly who’d lived in the building with the man. Interviews with them talking about the state of elder care in the city, and how easy it would be for the same to happen to any one of them. 

The interview with the man’s sister was the hardest to watch. Her brother, 64, had early onset dementia and Parkinson’s, but had insisted on staying in his apartment and living on his own when he saw the cost of moving to a care home. His sister talked about how she’d always tried to visit once a week, but had been ill herself for nearly a month and so hadn’t made it out to him. She wept on camera, how she felt like a bad sister, how she should have left the hospital herself to come and check on him, and maybe he’d still be alive. 

Elliot turned it all off at that, and called Darlene. She was probably just fine, but...

He saw what taking that risk looked like now. He didn’t like it. 

And it would just be good to hear her voice again.

#text post #LeeH writes #Mr Robot fic

[shirtlesssammy]

13x11: Breakdown

Then:

You Betcha, Donna is the best! And you betcha, Sam watching Dean getting turned into a vampire is the worst!

Now:

Cue creepy oldies music, jars of liquids of unknown origin, murder board, chains!, and one gnawed on tasty arm. What?

In Oshkosh, Nebraska (real place, they don’t make cute kids’ dungarees though) at Manny’s Truck Stop, a socially conscience young woman pulls up to get gas. Her card is declined so she heads into the diner to find out what’s what.

(omg, her card wasn’t really declined!) Creepy register guy wants Ms. Hanscum to smile more and we all want him to die more. (I am 1000% behind making creepy white men the ultimate villains this season. Who are you Supernatural?) Ms. Hanscum gets her gas, and notices a ‘Jesus Saves’ van and a semi-truck in the parking lot. She’s suddenly accosted by a window washer dude but declines his creepy offer and takes off in her car.

Breakdown!

Some time later, her car gets a flat tire. Boris is screaming for her to just change the tire herself (didn’t everyone’s father make them change their car’s tires for funsies when they first got a car?) She watches as a semi-truck barrels past and then is brutally attacked and kidnapped by an unknown assailant (cough MAN cough) in a mask.

Sam is Depressed and I Need all the Details and Meta and well Developed Storylines on This Situation

At the bunker, it’s 6:00 am and Sam is wide awake. It’s 8:22 am and Sam is STILL wide awake. Dean’s making pancakes but Sam ignores him. It’s 10:00 am and his phone rings. It’s Donna. He heads to the kitchen to take a bit of shit from Dean before they’re both informed by Donna that her niece is missing and she could really use their help. “Text us the address, we’re on our way.” DONNA. DEAN.

The boys meet up with Donna --and I LOVE how they visually show Donna’s headspace here. She’s waiting for the Winchesters and the camera pans over to the Impala pulling up, but we can’t hear the familiar rumble. SO great. She’s panicked, and in her head completely.

She fills the boys in on what’s happened. Dean heads into talk with the locals and Doug.

While looking over Donna’s niece’s car, Dean is accosted by FBI dude. He calls Dean “son” in the most condescending way. Dean’s too old to be “son” and Dean is confident in himself enough to not take that shit. Good job, Dean! Doug interrupts the potential smackdown and tells Agent Clegg that Dean is FBI too. He’s here on personal reasons though; relative to the missing woman. (Boris, and countless other people on Tumblr, called Agent Clegg as The Monster right here. Creepy White Man.) Doug is shocked to learn that Donna and Dean are related. “So you were in Sioux Falls a couple weeks ago, at the family reunion?” Yes. Yes they were. Family reunion. Yes.

Clegg fills the gang in on the case, and the series of connected cases he’s been working for 12 years. *Kill Bill Siren*

Depressed!Sam doesn’t want to help. Dean says, “We’re in.” Sam Bean!!!

At their motel, Dean puts out a call of local truckers for info on Donna’s niece, Wendy. Sam wants to back down. They are fugitives after all. Aggghhh. I’m SO HERE FOR SAM’S GRIEF. Like, I can’t articulate well enough what’s actually happening, but it’s so nice to FINALLY see him expressing the pain that he’s going through. He’s a perpetual fountain of optimism to Dean’s downer attitude. Or he’s just countering how Dean feels (see: Tombstone where he was meh towards Dean’s Very Enthusiastic Attitude to Cas’s return). He expresses this later but his hope is gone now. No Jack, no Kaia --no getting his mom back. As much as we wanted and needed (and got) a cathartic scene between Dean and Mary, we need Sam to come to terms with never having a mother at all. AGGGGHHHH. Dean tough talks his point of the situation before they get a lead from a CB radio trucker. Dean makes a date with ‘Felix’ to learn more about the case.

Cue oldies music, Wendy blindfolded and tied to a chair, and creepy masked man. He unmasks her and she begs “Why are you doing this?” while he sets up a camera.

At the police station, Agent Clegg fills Sam and Donna in on the ‘Butterfly’ case, and his main suspect: Pastor ‘Diamond’ Don Hankey. Creepo had Wendy’s bloodied t-shirt in his van.

Dean talks to the trucker about the night Wendy disappeared.

Felix remembers seeing Wendy, and really regrets not helping her, but she was running behind.

Sam and Agent Clegg interview the pastor. The smug fucker gives them nothing. Oh, and he’s an implied racist. Donna comes in to lend a hand.

At Manny’s Trunk Stop, Dean and Doug have a heart to heart. Dean’s giving relationship advice? Waaaahhhh.

Donna continues to lay the smackdown on dirty pastor man.

At the truck stop, window washer man fills Dean and Doug in on Marlon, the cashier, and how he closed up shop and followed Wendy that night.

Ugh, the pastor is married with two kids? Ugh. Donna breaks the pastor, but it turns out he’s just a regular creepy man. (So many layers of creepy men these days, ugh) Sam, Donna, and Agent Clegg wonder, if not the pastor, then who?

Cut to Dean entering the diner and asking Marlon where Wendy is.

Marlon’s being difficult, but Dean’s insistent. Marlon caves and shows them a website. A website where monsters bid on human body parts. Lovely!

A little while later the team's assembled to rewatch the video for clues. The creepy clerk shows Donna and Sam the recording of the feed and they try to twist their minds around what's happening. They realize that body parts are getting auctioned off to monsters. MONSTERS? Doug's taken aback by the theory – particularly the monsters part.

The clerk reveals that he flags people he thinks won't be missed, notifies the sellers, and then gets paid. While he's chatting a new bid flashes on screen. It's Wendy! She begs for help. Dean asks Sam if he can hack into the streaming server and find their location but Sam explains that the signal's bounced around the TOR network and he can't track it. However, the FBI can so they contact Clegg for help. We shed a silent tear thinking about Charlie, who could probably hack it with her eyes closed. They've got a timer, anyway. In 58 minutes Wendy dies.

Off to the side Donna has “The Talk” with Doug and he's...rattled. She explains that Sam and Dean are hunters...and so is she. Doug struggles to process the news. Their talk's interrupted by the news that Clegg's tracked the video feed.

They spread out to tackle the winding layout of the warehouse. Doug stays behind with the clerk while Dean and Donna advance. In the back, Sam gets surprised by Clegg who has shown up to investigate this tale of a body-parts-selling website.

Wendy's strung up with the feed still on her. The killer slowly sharpens his blade while she screams.

Dean and Donna hear music playing and track it to a room that's empty other than a radio on the floor. Uh oh. Back with Doug, the clerk asks him about monsters. “Fun fact,” he says. “I am one.” He vamps out, busts out of his cuffs, and starts to attack Doug. He tears open his wrist with his teeth and drips the blood into Doug's mouth.

Sam overhears the attack and signals to Clegg to advance on the room when... Clegg knocks him out! Boris was right, y'all. Boris was right all along. Clegg is evil.

Dean and Donna bust into the room where Doug's lying on the floor. He turns to Donna. He's feeling...kinda strange. He vamps out in front of her. “I'm so hungry,” he whimpers before trying to bite her. Dean pulls some dead man's blood from his duffle and injects Doug with it, knocking him out. Dean tells Donna that he'll be okay. There's a cure. “Huh?” Donna asks and I'm knocking my palm against my hand. The woman specializes in vampire kills and you never bothered to tell her about dead man's blood or the CURE? What the heck, Deano?

Anyway, “Mix up some sage, a little bit of garlic...” And the bloodsucker who turned Doug. The clerk swans in and brags about the attack and reveals that Clegg is behind the kidnapping!

Dean unsheaths his machete with a “bring it, Twilight” when Donna shoots the clerk in the knee. He collapses to the floor. Donna orders Dean to start mixing the cure for Doug and tells the clerk that she's gonna kill him no matter what. “You just gotta decide if you want it fast...or slow.” Donna <3 <3 <3

Sam wakes up tied to an operating table and realizes that Clegg's The Butterfly killer. Clegg tells Sam that there are monsters all over who take advantage of his people-chopping services. Clegg's of the mind that Sam should be grateful for his services...keeping monsters off the streets and all.

Sam's not buying it, but it's time for their next video feed. (Wendy's been put on hold in favor of their BIG catch.)

Dean, Donna, and Doug race to save Sam. Donna pours the vamp cure into Doug. Meanwhile, they start auctioning off Sam piece by piece. Clegg starts off the auction for Sam Winchester's heart in a not-at-all symbolic move.

Dean and Donna leave Doug behind in the car to infiltrate the warehouse. Donna finds Wendy still tied up. One of the killers attacks Donna from behind but Donna kicks his ass and kills him quickly. She frees Wendy.

Clegg's finished the auction for Sam's heart netting $500K (aw Sammy) for it so now it's time to chop him up. He points a gun at Sam to kill him quick since Dean's still in the wind. The camera pans away and there's a gunshot.

EEK

Red spreads along Clegg's chest. It's Dean here to save the day! He's killed Clegg and saved Sam. “Show's over.”

A little while later Dougie Bear wakes up. He's cured! Donna tells him that Wendy's safe...and so is Doug. But Doug's ultra freaked out about being a vampire. Donna smiles at him and tries to talk it down. Dean's been in Donna's shoes before and he recognizes the look on Doug's face. Doug tells Donna that she's a hero for killing monsters but he can't have any part of it. He walks out. (UGH don't mind me I'm just crying over here.)

Sam tells Donna that anyone who gets too close to a hunter gets hurt – or worse. Essentially, Donna should look at this as a good thing since Doug will be safer without her. Dean shoots Sam a LOOK.

Later in the car Dean tells Sam he was a little harsh. Sam explains that it’s just a fact that they get people killed. Kaia most recently, for one. Sam tells Dean he's not in “a mood” and that he's just being realistic. The hunting life ends one way for them – bloody.

You Betcha These Are Quotes:

I'm not your son.

And then you turn down pancakes!

This is how we do things in the FBI.

I'm not hurt but I don't think I'm okay.

There are many pieces of Sam Winchester, but only one heart. 

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