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lettersnorth · 3 years

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It didn't surprise Aislinn an onze that Mivo'to had up and disappeared on his attendings one sun. Nor was she all that concerned. He had knocked himself out due to a miscalculation. It certainly wasn't the worst thing the clinic had seen. And he had clearly recovered. Win-win all around. She got to work stripping the sheets from the bed and cleaning up the now vacant room.

Cravendy wandered into the clinic in search of fresh bandages and ointment. She could still feel the pressure pushing down on her bones, the smell of ceruleum burning after the explosion...and it didn't seem like it was going to go away any time soon. When she stepped in, she noticed Lin and called out to her on instinct. "Lin!"

An armful of sheets, Aislinn rounded the divider just as Cravendy called out. She halted, surprise flitting over her face for a brief moment before her expression pulled back to neutral. "Cravendy." she nodded a greeting and then scooted around the Seawolf to the waiting laundry basket. "What brings you in here? Everything alright?" she asked as she shoved the ball of sheets down into the overfull basket. Guess the wash was next on her list.

Cravendy awkwardly pressed herself against the infirmary partition to give Lin more space to walk, and got the feeling that she's not exactly a welcome sight. At best, a nuisance to entertain while there were chores to be done. With a shrug, she headed over to the cabinets and began pulling out all kinds of medical supplies. "Oh, ye know. Smartin' after the battle, lookin' for somethin' to make it all feel better. What about yerself? 'ow are ye 'oldin' up?"

"Me?" Aislinn asked as she straightened and brushed a flyaway wisp of hair from her eyes. "Aside from pulling Mivo'to out before the whole place went up I didn't do a damned thing that woulda caused me to be banged up." She eyed the collection Cravendy was haphazardly pulling from the potions cabinets and picked up a bulbous glass jar filled with a warm, golden liquid. This, she passed to Cravendy. "Drink two spoonfuls of this. Three if it doesn't take the edge off." she then nodded to the drawer below the cabinet. "You need a patch up? Afraid G'lewra is out so if you do, I can do it the mundane way. Or you can wait for her to aether-heal it."

“Could ye?” Cravs muttered as she gave Lin a curious stare. “I’m used to patchin’ myself up at this point but...I bet ye could get the ‘urt out faster.”

Cravendy grabbed the jar of golden liquid before heading back to take a seat. She twisted the medicine open and gave it a good sniff or two. "Bleh. Anyway, even if ye didn't do a thing, it's not every day ye survive an explosion. So, well, there's that. That and..." Cravs trailed off. "Well. I was surprised ye didn't use yer fancy math shields."

Aislinn paused, shooting the Seawolf a look of concern as she pulled the needed bandages and supplies from the drawers. The pain must be bad if Cravendy wasn't willing to wait. She went and joined the woman on the couch, setting a tray of the necessary items next to her. Careful not to meet the Seawolf's eye, she gave a half shrug at the observation. Silence reigned as she gingerly gestured for Cravendy to show her the burns. It filled the space until finally, with her time at the hot spring fresh in her mind, she let go a sigh and broke it. "I can't." she admitted, finally. "I can't use my shields or...any of it. Not since....not for awhile."

Cravendy unbuttoned her shirt, revealing bandages tied across her chest and around her back. There's also a significant scar on her lower abdomen that looks like it's healing weird, but healing nonetheless. "I applied ointment a few days ago, but it's 'ard to reapply it to my back. If ye could..."

Cravendy trailed off at Lin's admission, unsure what to say. She was originally going to poke fun at the situation, joke that Lin needs to practice the basics again. "Oh. Well, uh. What're ye doin' about that, then?"

The conversation was momentarily forgotten as Lin gathered the full measure of Cravendy's injuries. "Gods above, Cravendy. Why the hell didn't you come in the moment you got back? Or say -anything- out there in the field. I coulda done something -then-!" To be fair, Cravendy had done a decent job, all things considered. She obviously wasn't new at this. Even so, the oddly healing scar drew Aislinn's attention and she carefully inspected it closer, her aether sense stretching out. She could, at least, still do that much.

"I assumed everyone got just as roasted! Figured, I could still move, so I could treat my own wounds. Bah, this was a mistake..." Cravs leaned a little away from Lin, nervous to show vulnerability. But when she noticed Lin drawn to the scar on her stomach, Cravs brought a finger to her lips. "Risin' gave me that one. Don't tell 'er though."

Cravendy tugged her shirt around herself so she's wrapped from the elbow down for the sake of modesty, though it really doesn't add much. "Anyway, ye were sayin'? About yer magic bein' broken?"

Aislinn jerked her chin up as Cravendy began to draw away, the look on her face all but daring the Seawolf to just try and keep it up. Small as she was, she wasn't letting Cravendy out of there without proper treatment. "No. Waiting to come here was the mistake." she chided. She shook her head in exasperation at the mention of the weird wound coming from Rising.

She could only imagine what raucous bout had caused that. "I have this way about me," she said, quickly surmising that if she kept talking, Cravendy would stay put. "Of absorbing curses. Cursed energy, hexes..." she trailed off as she motioned for Cravendy to turn around so she could get the ointment on her back. "Turns out, a person can only do that for so long until all that bad energy needs a place to go. It's made my aether...a touch unstable. I *could* cast a spell. I just don't know what'll come out."

Cravendy saw the face Lin was making - the same sort a parent would give a fussy toddler - and pouted. But she was already here, bandages exposed, back turned and ointment ready. It'd be even more dumb to get up and leave after getting so far. "Fine, but be thorough, eh? I want to be better by the time we 'ave to get blown up again."

Cravendy obliged to whatever Lin needed her to do in order to work and listened quietly, face forward and staring unfocused into the room. "Weird. So if I put ye in my room, would ye absorb all of the bad vibes? In the east, there's all this shit about Feng Shui and harmonizin' with yer surroundings."

Cravendy glanced back at Lin to see if her joke landed.

Aislinn blanched at the thought, even though she knew it was more than likely that Cravendy was just being a smart-ass. "Who knows...probably. Apparently I've been walking around for years just absorbing ambient refuse. Now I'm full up. Or close to it. It's...painful to be close to anything like that. Like I'm burning up from the inside. That's when I first realized something wasn't right." she said quietly as she cut away the old bandage and carefully pulled it back with delicate fingers.

Cravendy let out a disappointed breath at Lin's reaction and went back to looking forward. "That sounds...painful. I wish I could 'elp, but don't know the first thing when it comes to magical ailments. But I will say, ye should 'ang back until ye get this under control. Last thing ye need is suckin' up more bad energy and makin' worse."

Cravendy scowled as she revisited what Lin had just said. Burning up. Absorbing curses. A worrisome theory forms. "'ey, uh. When did this start? Just casually one day?"

"That's me, a walking bad luck charm." Aislinn muttered as she dressed the new bandages and applied them to Cravendy's back. "Don't worry, I've asked someone to fill in for me on the next job in Coerthas while I try and get this problem sorted." The ointment was cooling and numbing all at the same time and would dull the pain of the burns as the medicinal herbs got to work healing the skin underneath. Aislinn was quiet long enough that it was obvious she was trying to decide how to skirt the question.

She started reassembling the supplies back on the tray. When she rose to her feet, she figured the only way any of this between her and Cravendy was going to work was if she stopped hedging and just be honest. No matter what. "Probably ramped up while we were trying to find the Helm." she said as she took the tray over to the sink.

Cravendy tensed when the ointment is first applied, but breathes a sigh of relief quickly after. "Ah, thanks, already feels better. And the person coverin' for ye...is it that string bean fella I saw ye talkin' with in the library? What's 'e like? Don't often see 'im around. Guy looks painfully serious, the kind to take offense at small talk."

Cravendy was silent for a while after, staring at the partition rod as if it's the most interesting thing in the world. Finally, loudly and suddenly, she groaned. "Shit.”

"Shit! That really pisses me off!" Cravs stood up, shirt still dangling around her arms, and paced around in a circle. "Fuck! Goddamnit. Ahhh, bloody...Lin, why didn't ye say somethin' earlier?!"

Turning away from the basin, Aislinn leaned back against the sink with a faint air of amusement. "Aye, the string bean fella." she waved a hand up through the air. Anything more she might have had to say on the subject was lost in the wake of Cravendy's agitation. Caught up short, her eyes flicked away and then back to her. "Because I didn't know what the problem was. Only that these sudden burning sensations would flare up every so often. And then once I did, it was all said and done. What good would it have done to bring it up to you after the fact except to put you in a state like this?" she gestured to the anxious pacing the Seawolf was currently succumbing to.

Cravendy wanted badly to grab Lin by the shoulders and shake some sense into her, or maybe, just shake her until somehow she got better. Cravs nearly snarled, hearing reason in Lin's words but not having it. She clenched and unclenched her fists, not sure what to do with this sudden anger.

"Even worse, ye die a slow an’ painful death! I like to know when I've messed up so I can do somethin' about it!" Cravs huffed. You could practically see the steam hiss out of her ears.

In the face of Cravendy's anger, Aislinn breathed easy, slow breaths. Matching the Seawolf's temper had never worked for either of them in the past. It was on the tip of her tongue. The correction that if this would kill her, it wouldn't be slow but violent and sudden. She decided that really was besides the point right now. "How did -you- mess up? You weren't there. And what would you do about it?" she asked, trying to get Cravendy to see reason.

"Ye don't understand. This whole shitty business with the Helm...If I didn't suggest raidin' that Garlean ship. If I 'ad the balls to stick around and save my crew. If I didn't summon 'er, then, maybe..." Cravs breathed heavily until she was light-headed, but it worked to calm her down. She fell back down into the couch with a hand over her face to cover her reaction. "...Shit, I don't know. Maybe ye'd find some other stupid way to get yer fill of cursed energy and die anyway. I don't know. Maybe.”

Cravendy spoke, words muffled in her palm. "Lin, I. The fireball. That..." Cravs shook her head. "...doesn't matter. I don't know what I'll do about it, just that I'll do /something/ about it."

Aislinn heaved a sigh and pushed off from the sink, coming to join Cravendy on the couch. "And then you'd be dead, right? Isn't that how it all worked? Honestly, it was only a matter of time. It was always going to catch up to me at some point. The Helm business just ushered it along." she paused. "Which isn't to say that fireball that Wyda hit me with didn't hurt like hell. Hard not to take something like that personally." she said, in a rare attempt to lighten the mood.

She turned to look at Cravendy, mustering a smile. "Look. I'm working on it. A friend and I are tracking down someone in Ishgard that'll know about my problem. And...hopefully what to do about it."

Cravendy puffed up her chest, about to come up with a rebuttal to Lin's answer. As usual, she came up empty, and then similarly let out a tired sigh. "Feh, yer always so logical, even about all heavy shit like this. I....guess that's what I like ye for though. Just - just. I don't know. Leave the stupid to me."

Cravendy would take comfort in the fact that Lin was actively looking for someone to diagnose the issue, though this would linger in the back of her mind for long after. With or without Lin's blessings, she'd find a way to help. This was either going to lead to great success, or equally great disaster.

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #rp snippets #Distortion #Flashpoint #Cravendy Hound #Aislinn North

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japharii · 3 years

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#TransformationTuesday Smartin' up, open the market up. I don't talk about my moves cuz the devil stay busy. I asked before who would like to join me in the #marijuana industry. This isn't just a statewide operation, we national family. Growers, investors, bloggers, #models, #photographers, please tap in. We've been playing chess. It's already #CheckMate and the game hasn't even started. Ase' 🖖🏾 #God is in control. ✊🏾🖤🙏🏾 #DontPanic #BeardLord #Activist #ActivistAF #GodsSon #Selfie #Explore #ExplorePage #BLM757 #Beard #Beards #BlackLivesMatter #BlackLivesMatter757 #BlackHistory #Selfies #Juneteenth #FYP #Motivation #BLM #Moon #BreakingNews #420 #ShyAsHit (at Fairfax, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CU7hJeTAB5v/?utm_medium=tumblr

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umghostbusters · 7 years

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Tag dump? Going to try and be more organized and maybe have tags for long threads too. Also accounts I interact with most have personalized tags. If you don't like yours then shoot me a message or you want one shoot me a message as well!

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staygoldponebone · 5 years

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Cops and Robbers

Pairing: Dallas x Reader

Request by: anon

A/N: i really really really liked writing this. i think it may be one of my best dally stories. i’m really proud of it. i hope you guys like it! and as always, thanks a million for this request!

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Mom!”

“I was just wondering.” There was a bit of silence before she continued, “Is he cute?”

“Mom!”

“Honey, leave her alone. She’s a teeny bopper now. She doesn’t wanna be square.” Your dad intervenes.

“Square?” Your mom repeats. “My daughter? Never!”

“Have fun on your little date, sweetheart.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror with tired eyes. “Thanks, dad.”

“And don’t forget your-”

“Pepper spray. I know.”

“And there will be a couple cop cars out tonight.”

“Like, chaperones!” Your mom cheered.

“You’re joking.” You reply in shock.

“No, I want the boys down at the station to be watching out for you. Better safe than sorry.”

Your parents left the room as you finished getting ready and you couldn’t help but be upset with the night before it even started.

As you walked to the door, your mom stops you.

“Ask him to come to dinner tomorrow night. I wanna meet him.”

You shifted on your feet, glancing over at your dad, who passed out on the couch with the remote in his hand. “What if he doesn’t wanna come?”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart! Why wouldn’t he wanna come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because my dad’s a cop?”

Your mom didn’t understand the big deal. She thought that her and your father were the coolest parents on the block.

“To the average teenage boy, just being my father is terrifying. But not only that, my father is also a very well known-”

“And loved.”

“Cop.” You shrugged. “A cop, mom. Guys don’t dig that.”

She sighed. “Fine, honey. That’s ok. We don’t have to meet him…...no matter how bad we were looking forward to it.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll ask him. Will that make you feel better?”

“Yes.” With that, she kissed you on the cheek and you went right out the door.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sitting in that beat up car was nice. It was out in the middle of nowhere. There was no chance of running into cops and it was kind of romantic.

The wind brushed past you and made your hair dance. Your hands brushed through your boyfriend’s hair as he pressed kisses to your skin. The only light was from the bright moon that rode with the breeze into the car.

One of Dally’s hands held your hair back as his kisses ran down your neck. The other was climbing up your back. His calloused hand was cold against the warmth of your skin. Tingles went down your spine as his hand inched further and further up your back.

Before his kisses ever arrived at your chest, you lifted his chin. “Ok, I gotta ask you something.”

He furrowed his brow. “What’s up?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Will you join me and my family for dinner tomorrow night?”

The greaser laughed. “You mean: you, your mom, and a cop?”

“I knew you wouldn’t wanna come.”

“I just think it’d be a little funny seeing your dad without steel bars blocking the view.”

“So you won’t be there?”

“Hey, I never said no.”

“...You’re gonna wish you did.” You smiled, placing a kiss on his smirking lips.

Your hands left his hair, pulling at his jacket. Right as his shoulders were free, and right as Dally’s hand met the clasp of your bra, a blinding light hit the two of you. You both looked up to be greeted with two police officers and quickly moved away from each other.

“Well, well, well! Would ya look at that! It’s the sergeant’s daughter!” One of them exclaimed.

“And who do we have here?” The other suddenly gasped. “Is that Mr. Big and Bad, Dallas Winston?”

“Ooh, girlie! Wait ‘til your father hears about this!”

“Oh yeah! I bet he’d be real happy!”

You took a deep breath. “How about you don’t tell him?”

“No, it’s ok,” Dally states. “Tell him. He’s bound to find out anyway. Besides, I ain’t afraid.”

Dally glared straight at the cop on his side of the car as the officer gestured to you. “Maybe not you.”

“How about I take the little miss home, I don’t tell her old man, and I don’t arrest you, Winston?” The cop on your side questions.

“What’re you gonna arrest me for? I didn’t do anything,” Dally replied.

The cop on Dally’s side walked around to the back end of the car. “Plates expired!” He calls.

“Well, what do ya know?” The cop on your side opened your door. “Let’s go.”

~ ~ ~ ~

The next day had you feeling really uneasy. It was like the feeling that something bad was gonna happen and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It gave you a headache. You didn’t leave your room unless it was to eat or use the bathroom. Your mother was convinced you were coming down with something.

The most difficult part of the day arrived after your father came home from work. He was griping about some kid that was arrested last night for robbing a liquor store.

“Oh and guess what else!” Your father exclaims. “This morning, the punk was smartin’ off to me and was tag teaming with another regular to see who could piss me off the fastest.”

“Another regular?” Your mom replied.

“Ah, what’s his name?” There was a moment of silence. “Winston!”

“Dallas Winston?” You asked, mentally kicking yourself.

“Yeah. He got arrested last night. A couple officers picked him up. They said he was with some girl- probably that girl that’s always at the station, waiting for him.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Scum. People like that. Those are the types of people I’m trying to keep you from.”

Your heart sank a little. “Well, some of those kids are probably really cool if-”

“No!” His hand hit the table. “They’re disrespectful. They’re garbage. They are nothing, do you understand? Them and everyone they’re associated with.”

You fell silent as your father took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to yell.” He apologized. “I’ve just had a bad day and I shouldn’t be takin’ it out here.”

Your eyes were trained on your hands, sitting in your lap. “It’s fine.”

Your mom cleared her throat. “So when’s that boyfriend of yours comin’ over?”

You shrugged. “Any minute now.”

After fifteen more minutes of quiet eating, there was a knock at the front door. You got up to go get it and your parents watched the door to see who would come inside.

When Dally came through the door, he didn’t wait to be sitting at the table when he began speaking. He kissed your cheek and went past you. “Sorry I’m late. I was hanging out with the guys and lost track of time.” He explained, grabbing a plate.

“Aw, no worries, hon. There’s plenty of food!” Your mom replied.

You didn’t have the guts to look over at your father as you sat back down.

“Sweetheart, you’re not gonna introduce us?”

You cleared your throat. “This is my boyfriend, uh, Dallas Winston.”

Dally smirked across the table at your glaring, silent father as your mom’s face twisted into shock.

“It’s nice to meet you guys.” Dally laughed.

~ ~ ~ ~

@starryrevelations @salladwinston @curtises @comeheredarlingg @ponyboyvhs @8osbabe @sunny-impalas @golden-sun-rises @calgcbriel @alphakelsey @changesxnight @anxiety-at-the-classroom @sodapoprandle98 @no-good-hoodies (wasn’t sure who all to tag. lemme know if you’re not down to be tagged!!)

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dally x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction

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sindar-princeling · 5 years

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Hi friend (we’re friends, we’ve established this) hope all is well and no ones been mean to you lately because they SUCK and I hope schools well and you’re SMARTIN IT UP

Hello my sweet anonymous friend, yes everything is well, nobody has been mean to me, school is really okay, I still haven't hit anyone with a car in my driving course and I've been very inspired to write ♡♡ thank you so much for asking, you just made my day!!

#anon #what did i do to deserve you #no questions except on party business

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garrotejima · 5 years

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she drips from beaded doorway curtains ; kitsch, to say the least, but at least it's an illustrious conversational piece. with a tiny, black velvet box in hand & urging him to swipe the ribbons open. ❝ i think the odds are fair, ❞ its contents among a gold link chain - thick, figaro pattern are two tickets to an all-inclusive vacation to tahiti. ❝ i'd pack enough for a week if i were you. plane leaves in six hours. ❞

Good ol’ Lovers’ Day!

“Haw? Ain’t a short trip. If ya wanted to steal me away, ya only had to ask.”

Majima’s gaze follows her, close, closely as spring’s tells may claw at the end of winter. She’s a dizzying little thing, dripping grace all languidly like that. She’s like a shawl of velvet slinking sultrily off the shoulders, or the clean burn of bourbon all aged-up and red-gold. He thinks there’s gotta be a catch here – because she’s more than just sex appeal, really, words cradling in her mouth like the edge of a bloody razor – but doesn’t say much of it. How could he not know, though. He’s the Mad Dog of Shimano.

All the same, her eccentric company plays along. He likes toying with fire, hanging his palm over a flame.

He straightens a touch. He owns the space he’s neatly settled in, legs spread widely on the rich leather seat, and emphatically, he plucks the pretty box from her hands. A little jangle tells him it’s a little pricey – or, well, mostly the quality of her clacking, lacquer heels.

Opening it, Majima spots a glint of gold. A low ‘oohhh’ tumbles from his lips.

Damn. Springing from his lounging slouch, he removes both the tickets and the weighty necklace inside. Well, well, well… To think she’d been foolin’! Brows drawn, he throws his gaze back onto her. It’s dark and unreadable, of course, though she’s yet to wither under the smothering gravity of it – something, something, a step above mortals – before slipping on a giddy smile.

“Still smartin’ from a scrap yesterday,” he sings. “Gonna need help puttin’ on this bad boy for the trip.”

#jiiandie #( ASK! )#majima is getting SPOILT tonight FOLKS #( VERSE! bury them -- the reprisal! )

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topsyturvy-turtely · 16 days

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💕if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

hello smartiiin' :3

i'm feeling very boring because i can't think of three random facts about me... *inhale* *exhale* ok let's go

1. i bought stuff to dye my hair purple!!! finally!!! (it's not purple YET! but i got the stuff for it!!!!)

2. i own one, two, three, FOUR stuffed elephants

3. florence pugh is my wife

3. harry WATSON is...

3. apparently my eyebrow starts twitching when i am stressed

lol well those are kind of fun i guess? thanks for the ask!!!

#ask games!#smartin' asks #turtely answers #turtely

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safedistancefrombeingsmart · 7 months

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btw. i am very hurt that you didn't even try to run after me 💔

I thought you didn't want to get followed. And rather hang out with @gregorovitchworld . I was just respecting your wish. 🧐 (Also: I am lazy.)

Wanna play some catch to make up for it? 😬

#asks #turtely asks #smartin' answers

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a-victorian-girl · 5 months

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Hello!

for the gifmakers year in review asks, can i ask for 16, 17 and 20? thank you! 🫶 ☺️

Hi sweetie!! You and my lovely @gregorovitchworld ask me the same question (number 16), so I will reply here for both of you, hope you don't mind :)

16. Do you have a favorite gifset you made this year? (link)

Yesss, this one. I truly enjoyed doing that post because it started as a joke, until I realized that Sherlock was pretending to work at the microscope (that left me 😳😳😳), and it ended up being a meta.

17. Do you have a favorite gifset made by someone else this year? (link)

Yes, this one (fom my friend Smartin, i loved it!), this one you did (still laughing because I really thought it was a deleted scene and I was like WHAT IS THIS?? lmao), and this one (I love it hard). That was a hard question! I have thousands of favourites!

20. What’s something you are expecting to gif in the upcoming year?

I really don't know... what I do know is that I wanna do more developed and beautiful gifsets, with more design and love, and to be able to participate in next year's Giftober completely :)

Thank you for asking, my friends! ♥️

#gifmakers on tumblr #gifmakers year in review #2023 in review #year in review #ask game #gif asks #tumblr friends

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thefirstkbgames · 6 years

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If I Had - Eminem

Life

By Marshall Mathers

What is life?

Life is like a big obstacle

In front of your optical to slow you downAnd every time you think you gotten past it

It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground

What are friends?

Friends are people that you think are your friends

But they really your enemies, with secret identities

And disguises, to hide they true colors

So just when you think you close enough to be brothers

They want to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'What is money?

Money is what makes a man act funny

Money is the root of all evil

Money'll make them same friends come back around

Swearing that they was always downWhat is life?

I'm tired of life

I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins

I'm tired of committing so many sins

Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins

Tired of never having any ends

Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things

I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins

Tired of not having a deal

Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel

Tired of drowning in my sorrow

Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo

I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off

I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour

Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off

Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough

Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk

For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk

I'm tired of using plastic silverware

Tired of working in Building Square

Tired of not being a millionaire

But if I had a million dollars

I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholicsIf I had a magic wand,

I'd make the world suck my dick

Without a condom on,

While I'm on the john

If I had a million bucks

It wouldn't be enough,

Because I'd still be out

Robbing armored trucks

If I had one wish

I would ask for a big enough ass

For the whole world to kissI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor

Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store

I'm tired of not having a phone

Tired of not having a home

To have one in if I did have it on

Tired of not driving a B-M

Tired of not working at G-M, tired of wanting to be him

Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M

Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum

Tired of not being on tour

Tired of fucking the same blond whore

After work in the back of a Contour

I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones

Having a lack of funds and resorting back to gunsTired of being stared at

I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat

Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz

Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs

Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me

Saying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me

I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs

Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"But if I had a million dollars

I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics

If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick

Without a condom on, while I'm on the johnIf I had a million bucks

It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out

Robbing armored trucks

If I had one wish

I would ask for a big enough ass

For the whole world to kiss

You know what I'm saying?

I'm tired of all of this bullshit

Telling me to be positive

How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?

Know what I'm sayin'?

I rap about shit around me, shit I see

Know what I'm sayin'?

Right now I'm tired of everything

Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city

Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?

But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?

Just fed up

That's my word

#eminem #slim shady #marshall mathers

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magnoliasinbloom · 7 years

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Someone to Stay - AU

Previous chapters

Chapter 3

“And this happened, how?”

Claire probed gently into the child’s scalp, retreating when his shoulders hunched in pain. The boy glanced up at her, smiling sheepishly. Fergus - as his chart read – reached out for his mother’s hand, who held it tightly with worry since walking into A&E.

“I was playing with my friends, in the backyard of Louis’s house. There were some rocks there and we took turns to see who could throw one the furthest, you know?” His legs started swinging back on forth, as he recounted his tale.

“Yes, I know,” Claire rolled her eyes, but smiled gently. “Continue.”

“And Louis took this giant rock and heaved it at the chain-link fence that separates his yard from the neighbors’ and the rock bounced back and hit me in the head. It hurt a lot, but I was alright, but then my friends started yelling something awful, and I felt a tickle on my face. It was my blood, a whole lot of it!” Fergus’s eyes grew wide in remembrance, and turned a little pale again. His mother squeezed his hand, shaking her head at the boys’ exploits.

“I see. Well, here’s the doctor now!” Claire swept aside as Dr. Abernathy joined them in the small room. “He’ll have you set to rights in no time.”

Claire assisted Dr. Abernathy as he anesthetized the area, and began suturing the torn scalp. Fergus cried out but once, and then pursed his lips bravely, while his mother turned away from the needle. In about twenty minutes, the doctor was done, and was busy giving the boy’s mother instructions on how to care for the wound and reassuring Fergus he would have a small “wicked scar” to show off to his friends.

Claire smiled and waved goodbye at the retreating patient. She began the final touches on the necessary paperwork before filing away the information at the nurses’ station. Her head bent over the documents, a shadow was suddenly cast over the paper.

“Claire.”

She froze.

It had been four weeks since she’d last heard that voice. She wouldn’t pretend now that she hadn’t thought about it, or even missed it sometimes, but it was still unexpected. Fighting to get her features into control before they became transparent on her glass face, she took a deep breath and raised her head to look at him.

Frank’s face was the same, handsome and refined, with deep lines etched into the corners of his mouth. At times amused, others worried or even angry, today the lines told a story of contrition. Claire didn’t feel like reading it.

She set her lips into a straight line, and stared at Frank. She refused to be the one to speak first, and damned if she thought it was good to see him again, the lying cheating bastard.

“You lying, cheating bastard.” So much for self control.

“Claire, please…” Frank’s hands – so polished, so genteel – reached out to her, pleading, but not quite touching. “Listen, I have—“

“Nothing to say, and nothing I want to hear. I want you to leave.” Claire pushed her chair back, tossing the pen onto the papers and striding out of the nurses’ station, Frank right behind her.

“I know what I did was stupid, and unfair, and you did not deserve to find out like that, Claire, I’m sorry!” Once outside the A&E doors, he grasped her shoulder to stop her.

Claire whirled and shoved him back, catching him unawares. “No, I did not deserve that at all, you wanker!” She pushed her hair out of her face, and let her rage fly. “Four years, you sodding bastard! Four years of my life that I will never get back!” She walked back, tears streaming uncontrollably; after her trip to Scotland, back in London she had refused all contact with Frank, pushing him out of her thoughts and out of her life. He had made attempts, but she had changed her number and slept often at the hospital through endless shifts. Avoiding, resisting, trying to heal. “Go away!”

“Claire, I mean to explain and I want you to listen. Let’s go.” Frank came at her, intending to take her by the arm and drag her away somewhere they could talk without witnesses to his disgrace. His hand, poised to grab her, was slapped away by a figure looming behind Claire.

“I believe the lady asked ye to go.” That soft, burred cadence. Claire turned to find Jamie Fraser himself standing behind her, his eyes a steely blue. His gaze was trained on Frank, who retreated minutely in the face of this new threat.

“I don’t think this is any of your business. Leave us alone to talk, will you?” Frank’s bravado lasted all of ten seconds until Jamie stepped out from behind Claire and asserted his height and breadth of shoulder. In his black leather jacket and unkempt red hair he looked positively dangerous.

She had no words for what was unfolding before her, confused at seeing Jamie in London at her place of work, and watching him defend her from Frank’s unwelcome advances. Her heart surged with adrenaline; whether her fight response or Jamie’s presence was responsible, she didn’t know.

“Frank, please, just go. There’s nothing else to say,” Claire said. Jamie remained still as a statue in front of her, shielding her from Frank. Frank tried to peer around the tall Scot’s figure, but Jamie wouldn’t let him make eye contact.

“Ye heard her. Go now, before I make ye.” Jamie turned to Claire, and gestured towards the hospital doors. “Inside, mo nighean donn, and call security if ye must.” The time elapsed had felt like hours to her, but only a few minutes had actually passed. Crossing the A&E doors, Dr. Abernathy met her and caught her by the elbows as Claire trembled slightly.

“Claire? What is it? Do you need help?” The good doctor glanced outside and watched the confrontation. “Who’s that?”

“Frank,” Claire managed. “He showed up, wanted to speak with me. I said no. He followed me outside, and then—well, Jamie was there.”

“I take it Jamie is the redhead. Here, Lady Jane.” Dr. Abernathy, calling Claire by his nickname for her, led her to an empty chair in the waiting room. Outside, Jamie called out to Frank using what sounded like a few choice curse words in Gaelic as Claire’s former partner disappeared around the corner, the back of his neck flushed red in anger.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Jamie walked through the automatic doors, and his eyes immediately went to Dr. Abernathy holding Claire’s hand in support. They tightened momentarily before his face broke out in a gentle smile.

“Hi, I’m Jamie, a friend of Claire’s.” He held out a large hand, forcing the doctor to relinquish his hold on her.

“I’m Joe Abernathy, a colleague of Claire’s. Thank you for your help, man. Lady Jane here was having a pretty rough time of it.” He shook Jamie’s hand fiercely in gratitude, and palmed his shoulder. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. LJ, take your break now, why don’t you.” Behind Jamie’s unsuspecting back, Dr. Abernathy winked and strolled off.

Claire flushed, cursing her glass face once again. She’d be lying (but only to herself) if she hadn’t thought about Jamie every once in a while for the past few weeks. A little. She glanced up at Jamie, who took a seat beside her on the uncomfortable chairs.

He broke the silence first. “Lady Jane?”

She took a deep breath and managed a smile. “Just a nickname Joe has for me. He’s American, and found my English accent hilarious when he first arrived.”

“And the other one? The rude one?” Jamie frowned.

“Thank you so much Jamie. That was… unexpected. Frank shouldn’t have been here,” said Claire, shuddering briefly.

“Frank. Was he yer bad romantic experience?”

“You remember that?” Claire asked in surprise.

“I remember many things about ye. Mostly, how I forgot to ask for yer number last time we met,” Jamie grinned. “Ye didn’t offer either, so…”

“So how come you’re here?” Claire blurted out before she could stop herself. Jamie brushed his hand against the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Weel—seeing as I had no way of contacting ye or even yer surname to go by, I asked Rupert. He was verra much enamored of yer friend Geillis, and he asked her about ye. For me, ye ken.”

“You’re in London. I thought you were on tour.”

“We’ve done with the tour. I wanted talk to ye. See ye, mebbe. Ask ye to join me for dinner, perhaps.”

Claire felt the telltale flush creeping up her neck once more. She looked down at her hands, twisting in her lap. She didn’t know what to say to this man. This unexpected savior who had come all the way from God knew where. To see her. Just her.

“I… don’t know. I don’t know what to say.” Claire felt the uncontrollable urge to laugh or cry. And she didn’t know if she wanted to hug or strangle Geillis.

“Claire. I dinna mean to push ye now.” Jamie leaned in. “It doesna have to be dinner. I’ll take whatever ye can give me. Coffee, if ye like. A cup of water from the cooler would do as well.”

“But why?” She met his eyes this time; she let him have a glimpse of the turmoil inside, the furious pain and anger of betrayal that still raged within. The feeling that would not let her open up quite yet. Perhaps ever.

“Why? You’re bonny, have eyes like whiskey and a strength about ye—“

“Strength?” Claire’s voice shook slightly. “I don’t know about that.”

“I do. I understand yer wounds are raw and smartin’ and I respect that. I just want to get to know ye a bit better, as a friend. I’ll not ask for more than ye want to give. Is that alright?”

“Coffee.” Coffee with a friend was alright. No danger there. They had already had coffee before.

Jamie’s smile was blinding. “Coffee is fine. When?”

“Tomorrow? 6 o’clock.” Before she could change her mind, she stood. “I must get back to my shift.”

“I’ll be here. Til 6 then.” He unfolded himself gracefully from the chair and strode to the doors.

“Oh, and Jamie?” He turned.

“It’s Beauchamp. Claire Beauchamp.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander au #jamie and claire #someone to stay #the rock and chain link story is true btw i'm a teacher and it happened in front of me once #asks welcome

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annashipper · 7 years

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Asks about the latest blind

Nonny: "Finally, I want it to be revealed because, if my suspicion is right, Ben is about to be painted the victim of a swindler." I would've believed that if not for the 2nd pregnancy. Sadly I can't see the reveal in the nearest future: we had more reasons to expect it in the past and it didn't happen. Tbh I'm loosing hope...

Izzy: 1-"I can think of 4 ways (off the top of my head) that this could go with Ben coming out smelling of roses. In fact, all of the ways I thought of end with him looking like a victim of a ruthless, opportunistic, heartless leech."- that would be great but i just don't see the media going down the road of taking down a nobody when they could take a celeb down a few pegs. To me there seems to be a narrative that BC hired her ,as if it was an arrangement from the beginning.

2- There r also blinds that talk about the marriage as if it was just a normal marriage but they were having problems so these "narratives" r a bit all over the place. I think whatever goes mainstream is what will really count, but we'll have to wait and see on that.

3- I doubt all will be revaled no matter wht happens but it cant see BC coming out totally smelling fresh (unless they just smartin up and go for a quite split rather then all the drama that could bite him in the butt) But thats just my take on it,what makes u think they're going for the total victim route? -izzy

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I’ll keep it plain and simple: This blind points in two directions:

* Weirdo having a past as an escort (one that supposedly was paid enough to keep silent about her clientele and her services)

*.Weirdo used dubious means to launder her hard (literally) earned cash

There is nothing in that blind that would have any effect on Ben. The only reason he is mentioned in the blind is because his wife has not achieved anything in her own right and, if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t warrant a blind item of gossip.

With regards to how this could be used, it could go one of two ways:

1. This is a story that’s being pursued by the press and they’re the ones that are looking into Weirdo’s shady past / dealings

I personally don’t think that’s the case (partly because I’m eternally optimistic, and partly because I don’t think it would take any reporter that’s really out to get Benedict Cumberbatch more than 2 years to come to the conclusion that something’s wrong with the picture the Dismals are presenting to the world and look into Weirdo’s past)

2. This is the narrative that’s going to be put out there to help Ben de-leech Weirdo off him

So... why this narrative and why now?

This is not the first time Enty has pointed towards shady dealings regarding Weirdo. I’m sure we all remember the blind about her taking money from her husband and supporting her boyfriend.

I happen to think timing is everything. Looking back, there was a definite shift in the dynamic between Ben and Weirdo during the summer and the first time we saw snapshots of it was during the Malibu pap walk. Poor Weirdo has looked nothing but dismal ever since.

I personally believe Ben regained control of this showmance a while ago and he’s been playing a very dangerous and foolish game since the VF interview came out and the confrimation of a pregnancy no one even thought of asking questions about.

To me, this has Harvey Weinstein written all over it and it’s not necessarily something they’ll ever go public with.

Perhaps this is a warning shot. Perhaps they’re setting her up for a “not his” and that’s what the second pregnancy was about. Perhaps that’s why we’re getting another blind about her escort days. Perhaps the reason why we heard so much about Ben’s “heroic wife” is because he’ll be crestfallen to find out how she maintained a certain lifestyle in NYC during her bachelorette days.

There are too many assumptions we can make before we see where this is going (if it is indeed going anywhere)

I will say this though: If there’s anyone that would be ruthless enough to use such a story to get his star out of a sticky situation (the same sticky situation he landed him in), that is Harvey Weinstein.

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