#so now ive got like 10 days to find a new car

[local-moonbat]

Ooooohhhh someone come beat me into a coma please

#life and times of neon #i finally get a job offer after over a year #and it's when my car's busted #thankfully they were able to delay my start date for a week #but then less than an hour after that i get a call from the garage #turns out the damage is way worse than i thought #car's pretty much a wreck #so now ive got like 10 days to find a new car #a month after buying the shuttlecraft #i spend nearly 2 grand on a car that died in less than 8 weeks #I've got no fucking money

[thinkingaboutfilm11]

GRACE F1 LORE

Thanks for tagging me @wisteria-wisteria <3

1. Who or what got you into F1?

Basic bitch answer but my dad. He was a big fan, and his dad was a fan. I was plonked infront of the TV to watch it as a kid, and grew up never missing a race. That was until Sky Sports braught it off chanel 4, and now my family can't afford to watch it anymore. I have to pirate it now coz I AINT PAYING 50 A MONTH go fuck yourself Sky Sports.

2.Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Probably Lewis? Or Jenson? I was (still am) a Mclaren fan as a kid, and my dad always cheered on English drivers, so I just copied him. I still love them both now, my opinions havn't changed on them at all!

3.Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

Current grid? Probably Max, Fernando or Oscar. They are all so so talented, it's just a pivalidge to watch them drive. I think they're all really funny in their own ways too.

My favourite driver ever? Senna, obviously. Or Prost.... Can't ever pick.

4.Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

I support all and any pairings. F1 RPF in all forms is delicious thankyou. My faves are: Prost X Senna, Carlos X Lando, Max X Charles, Peroni X Villeneuve, George X alex, Mika X Michael, and Nigel X Elio.

The only ship I don't really vibe with is Pierre X Charles? Like idk I just don't feel it. But I'll still read it so lol

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

My dad supports Mclaren same as me. My sister isn't really into it? She finds charles hot and will watch edits of him but shes never watched a race or really gives a shit about the actual driving. Shes here for the thirst traps and Ferrari merchandise and I respect that so much.

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

Dallas, Texas 1984. What a fucking shit show. Absolute comedy sketch. Everything about that dumb race is so funny to me.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Hungaroing! It was the first F1 race I ever attended, and the joy I get out of watching it and screaming 'IVE BEEN THERE IVE BEEN THERE' never leaves. The first race in person was special, so hungaoring is special now too.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like

Yes. And I don't know why but I was so shocked at how friendly everyone was. I think I was expecting it to be like football, but everyone got along so well no matter the teams ect. I always get general admission now, because its so much fun to sit and make new friends with other F1 freaks!!! Everyone shares food, alcohol, blankets, brollies ect- its alwaus such a good atmosphere at everywhere I've been.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

Yes. Seb and Jenson. In the same day. I nearly exploded, but actually managed to come off very normal and composed.

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

McLaren MP4/4 1988.

LOOK AT IT

The details, the colours, the absoulte perfection of the livery, and of course the V8 underneath that gave way to MCAREN DOMINATION. Shes perfect.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Gerhard Berger or charles.

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

Anything that comes out of Alain Prost's mouth. That man should be a fucking poet. Also- "I'm cuming on your camera mate" hahah

I tag @astirian , @bluesourkiwi , @kimizilla , @whobuilthemoon , @penseesauvageand @eliorosb3rg. Or whoever wants to do itttt love u all

#personal

[leonstamatis]

10, 14, 29 for the fic asks?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

god yeah i continue to be blown away by the response to symbiosis, a follow-up to the dnd movie from this year that is about two girls who, frankly, were underutilized in the movie itself. if you look in the tag for that movie it'll be a lot of fic about the main m/m ship (unsurprising) and i fully thought, like, okay, i'm going to post my little "angry woman mentors small child" thing and it's going to get some attention from a very specific viewership of this film, and that'll be all, and that's fine. but no! so many people have been so kind on this one, and it's resonated in a way i didn't think it would. it's nice.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

yeah, sure. i think stellar drift should be a big-budget dramatic film. it's cinema, to me. i think it deserves an oscar. (alternately, roots should be an indie movie. not because i see it as one. but because it is long enough.)

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

ohhh lemme poke around. i'm sure i have something. PFFT OH I FORGOT ABOUT THIS. stara i'm gonna give you a whole 12x100 i hope that's cool.

(this is a sebderrick fic that's an au of the stephanie me//yers book the host. it's from a good like two and a half years ago and, while shared in a friendly server, was not ever posted i think.)

i.

Nothing had prepared them for the slow, creeping infiltration. This, Derrick thinks, is what every science fiction movie got wrong, what every book missed. It wasn’t a fleet of spaceships blocking out the sun one day; it was a few people at a time, almost but not quite normal, eyes flashing silver when the light hit just right.

They’re imitations, like off-brand cereal from the local dollar store. Almost enough to be the real thing, so long as no one got too close. By the time anyone realized the danger they posed, they far outnumbered anyone who might stop them.

ii.

There are a lot of empty houses now. Derrick doesn’t know where everyone went. Much like with everything else, it seemed like something that started slow and coalesced all at once. Everyone packed their bags and went into hiding, and no one bothered to tell him.

He finds his own way, breaking windows and picking locks to find whatever food was left behind. Stopping for gas is a risk, so he doesn’t; Derrick drives until a car stops going, and then he steals a new one.

He doesn’t know where he’s going; that’s a problem for when he gets there.

iii.

He meets Tiana somewhere around Idaho. She’s hiding in a library, living off vending machines, surrounded with books and movies. When they’re found out, she agrees to leave; Derrick can tell she doesn’t want to.

Bennett ducks into the backseat of the car while Tiana and Derrick are raiding a house for supplies, somewhere near Ohio. Tiana says they can stay before Derrick can argue.

Shaq shows up in North Carolina. Derrick opens a pantry and ends up pinned to the floor by a flash of bright florals, and it takes twenty minutes of fighting to realize they’re both human.

iv.

The four of them have a system, trading off driving and navigation and recon. Some days are easier than others, but even when it ends with lighting something on fire to make a distraction, they find a way to get by. It feels like something they can make last.

Derrick doesn’t remember who it is that first mentions the hubs, the idea that there are underground cities out there somewhere that they could find. But they’ve all heard of them, and once it’s out, it’s all they think about.

In their excitement, they get sloppy. And then Derrick gets caught.

v.

The room is so white it’s almost blinding. All the clothes hanging in the closet are the same way, not that Derrick has tried any of them on. If he takes off his hoodie, he suspects he won’t ever see it again.

Parker stares him down with a smile that’s probably supposed to be friendly, ends up somewhere closer to predatory. This is the fifth Parker that has come in, not that Derrick is supposed to know that.

“Where are your friends?” they ask.

“Rot in hell.”

Derrick resists the urge to throw things at their head when they leave.

vi.

A man with three eyes brings his dinners. They don’t talk to each other, but he sits at the table and waits for Derrick to finish his food before taking away the dishes. As if Derrick could do anything with them; no meal ever requires a knife.

“Where are you from?” the man asks one day, eyes flashing silver in the sunlight through the window.

“Here. Where are you from?”

“The Gamma quadrant,” he says. “But I like it better here.”

“Sure,” Derrick snaps.

They both know the part he leaves unsaid. That’s why you took it from us, right?

vii.

His name is Sebastian. Before this, he lived across half a dozen planets; he’s been a lot of things, something like an elephant, a dolphin, a telephone signal. That last one, Derrick learns, is where he’s from originally. If he stands too close to the television, it will flicker to life. Radios tune into his signal, too, although Derrick doesn’t have one around to test it.

“What’s so great about being human?” Derrick asks. “Why couldn’t you all leave us alone, if there are so many other places to be?”

Sebastian shrugs. “Other things don’t feel the way you do.”

viii.

The escape plan, surprisingly enough, isn’t Derrick’s idea. Sebastian steals him a pair of decent running shoes one night and tells him to listen for the static of a dropped call, and Derrick isn’t even entirely sure what it means until the lock on his door snaps open with a dull buzz. He scrambles to his feet and opens it to find Sebastian on the other side, eyes glowing as he takes Derrick’s hand.

“Follow me,” he whispers, and Derrick doesn’t have time to ask questions before he’s being tugged to the emergency exit at the end of the hall.

ix.

Things feel emptier than they did even before Derrick was captured, streets devoid of other cars and store parking lots deserted. The endless open space of abandoned farmlands makes Derrick nervous, sets him twitching.

“Do you know what happens?” he asks, if only so he can stop turning the question over in his mind. “To the people you replaced?”

Sebastian hums, and it reverberates around the metal of the car in a way that sets Derrick’s teeth on edge. “They don’t ever tell us about it.”

That’s more than enough. Derrick feels a spark of gratitude, or fear; maybe both.

x.

There’s no way for them to know where they’re going. Derrick wears sunglasses constantly, a thin veil of protection while Sebastian does most of the talking. It’s easier to get supplies this way; Sebastian can walk into stores without questions, second glances.

Derrick eats a strawberry for the first time in years. It’s the greatest thing he’s ever eaten, and he says as much, sitting on the hood of their car.

Next time Sebastian goes shopping, he comes back with a whole crate of them, too many to possibly eat before they go bad. Derrick laughs until his stomach hurts.

xi.

Finding the others is easier than Derrick thought. They go back to where he remembers being, the night he was taken, to some shitty art gallery where they’d spent all night smashing sculptures to take the edge off. It was stupid, a silly think to risk their lives over.

He’d thought they would move on by now. It’s the sensible thing, the safest. But he and Sebastian spend the night asleep under the medieval tapestries, and in the morning, Tiana and Bennett and Shaq are looking down on them with wide eyes

“Welcome back,” Tiana says slowly. “Who’s your friend?”

xii.

Sebastian says it’s different to feel human. The way the sun darkens his skin, the taste of strawberries, the sight of ocean waves crashing against the shore. There’s a while where Derrick wonders if maybe it’s more than that, if there are other feelings that Sebastian is talking about; he doesn’t bother to ask about it, right up until the day that he does.

“What did you mean,” he starts, words half-caught in his throat, “when you said other things don’t feel the way we do?”

Sebastian smiles when they kiss, and it sets Derrick’s lips tingling until they’re numb.

#tam.ask #thehallstara #ask meme #THANKS STARA <3<3 #i forget sometimes just how many dusty old fics are lingering. unposted. in the depths of my pc.

[strawberryicebreakers]

HELLO i hope this ask finds u well :]

so not to be annoying or anything but out of curiosity (and immense unending passion for the topic and also your fanfic) is there a chance the uhf fic will finish? not like, right now or in a month, but just in general :)) sorry ive read the draft like 10 times by now and yknow lol :)) have a lovely day from the weird al fans of tumblr!!

hello!!! your ask finds me in one of my labs, hunkered down between classes.

it's completely alright to ask! there's always a chance I'll go back to any of my drafts [including anything I've posted to ao3 and unfortunately abandoned over the years], but I'm still working on my longer ted lasso fic [which is now at 123k! very weird to know I wrote that much] and I'm a bit worried that trying to revisit an older draft might knock me out of my groove before I finish it.

that being said! I still do incredibly appreciate all the love you + others have given the draft so far; it's so sweet to see people so passionate about something I'm playing around with [and I think of the one comic that was drawn nearly every day]. there's a scene or two that're further down the plot of the story than I wrote in the draft [ergo, doesn't take place right where the draft stops] but I'd still love to share it as a thank-you. as always, it's very unedited, very rough, but hopefully something to y'all will enjoy. :) have a nice day as well!

Sinatra wasn’t the worst to listen to, but when it seemed as though all the radio stations in Oklahoma could loop through were the man’s Christmas albums, Robert could understand why some people would have a grudge against the guy. It’d been an hour and a half of Sinatra, Sinatra, and even more Sinatra, slowly driving a wedge into whatever Christmas spirit he still had at the ripe-old age of twenty-five. 

Teri’s parents lived all the way in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, a far cry away from his and George’s apartment in Tulsa. Usually, the traffic would make him wish for a day where faster-than-light travel was the norm, but at two in the morning on Christmas Day, I-44 had been all but deserted.

Even with the lights strung ‘round each house, little reindeer pulling plastic sleighs that gleamed back under his headlights, Robert had to turn his brights on to see the house numbers. His car slowed to a crawl, creeping through the picture of perfect suburbia. 

Each house was perfect in its own right; a blanket of snow on each lawn, a wreath on each door, a brand new car or two in each driveway. He’d bet his life savings that all (save one or two) of the houses had perfect families, too. A husband and his wife, their two kids, an overexcited dog or a temperamental cat. 

It used to nauseate him, seeing places like this, knowing this would be his life. That he’d be the father waking up on Christmas to a wife wrapped around him, that he’d have to -, do things with her that he didn’t want to think about doing. 

He shuddered, chilled despite his heater working overtime and then some. Usually, his car was on the colder side ‘cause Robert ran hot, but George was more delicate than he was. He hadn’t grown up in Oklahoma, wasn’t used to how cold the winters got. If George had it his way, they’d live in a damn blast furnace from the second the temperature began to drop. 

He parked, an inch from the curb of the nicest house he’d ever seen, staring at a mailbox that someone’d painted “The Cambells” on in curly, vintage font. 

With a pre-emptive cringe, he honked his horn, quick as he could. It was what he’d told George he’d do when he got here, letting him know he was good to run out. 

Robert stared at the door, waiting to see the familiar head of curls he’d grown fond of. He didn’t know what to expect, not after getting a frantic phone call at half-past midnight, begging for him to pick him up. 

There was a joke somewhere in there, that George got lucky that Robert’s a night owl, but before he could hoot down the phone, he’d realized George was serious. It wasn’t some midnight worry, not a kid asking his mom to pick him up ‘cause he can’t sleep without a certain blanket. 

George knew how far the drive was, how miserable it’d be to drive in the middle of the night. He knew how bad it’d be for him and Teri if he disappeared without goodbye.

And yet, he called.

Robert didn’t think there’d ever be a time in his life where he wouldn’t answer.

#ask #uhf #sherrie's shit

[nettheworldonfire]

The post that almost wasn’t...

I started writing this post in April.  Yes, April.  Five months ago.  

Then I got sidetracked and tried to finish in May, but the end of the school year had me too crazy to actually finish it.  Then it was summer and well, I couldn’t be bothered with opening a computer most days.  Too much fun in the sun to be had.  Now it’s the beginning of the school year and I’ve never been more stressed out and tired, but it’s Blood Cancer Awareness Month and I’m due for a post...

So, be patient with me as I retell this story(ies?)...and try to keep things reported in a timely fashion from here on out.

On Sunday, August 14th, I had my 30th Lanreotide injection and tomorrow I’ll have my 31st. It’s been two and a half years of this medicine, and it has been working to keep my tumor growth to a minimum.  I am very thankful for that.  

Back in mid-April, I had been experiencing significant pain under my right rib for about five days, and since that’s the general spot my liver is in, I was super stressed that it was my tumors acting up.  After some convos with oncology, they asked me to come into the Perlman Center at UPenn to see the oncology urgent care team and get my scans done a bit early. (They were scheduled for May 3rd).  So on April 26th, I made the hike into the big city. I forgot about how annoying it was to drive into West Philly (damn you, Schuylkill!) since I was re-diagnosed in February 2020 and only had one in-person appointment at Penn due to the pandemic.  I hate figuring out parking and being lost in a hospital, then anxiously hanging in waiting rooms.  I don’t mind meeting new nurses, techs, phlebotomists, and nurse practitioners who are always pretty incredible.  But since the logistics of huge hospital systems gives me heart palpitations, I always ask the person who schedules me where I should park and how I’ll find my floor and the office I need — and the scheduler this time was also super helpful…until I got there and multiple roads were blocked with police and construction.  I ended up parking a little ways away and taking a shuttle which wasn’t so bad - even if the driver was repeatedly screaming that she was gonna punch someone right in the face.  I would have had anxiety leaving my car in a garage with my work computer and other such valuables, however because I haven’t cleaned out my car in forever — it definitely appears like I live in it — and certainly doesn’t look like it would be holding anything of value — so I think joke’s on you, robbers!  

They took me back to get my CT scan pretty quickly but then I had to wait while they asked about doing a scan of my chest as well as the pelvis/abdomen, as my CT scheduled for the following month was for both and insurance likely doesn’t want me getting two CT scans within one week.  Once they got that approval, I got the scan with and without IV contrast of my abdomen, pelvis, and chest.  It’s cute how they always ask me if I have an underwire bra on or any such thing.  I have to remind them — I’m a pro. (Who wore a metal-free slob suit to work also).   I didn’t have to drink a Barium smoothie — so that’s a plus.  As the CT tech was taking out my IV, he asked if I wanted him to leave it in because I was getting an infusion afterwards, which was news to me since I haven’t had an infusion in 10 years.  So he took it out, and I went to “infusion” where it turns out they sent me for a blood draw and would have used the same IV had we left it in. Another needle in the opposite arm, and all is done.  Then I waited for a nurse practitioner, Marie, to go over things with me.  In the meantime, I got a notification that my bloodwork results we’re already in my portal (less than ten minutes after they drew it).  Holy quickness. Things looked normal to me, and I was told someone would call me to review. Marie said that they would get results of the CT scans that day, but definitely not for a few hours — so I should go home and wait there.  She did call me later that night and assured me that all was status quo. Nothing looked like it changed and my liver was probably not taking over my body like an alien life form. 

Dr. Teitelbaum and I had our normal follow-up telehealth appointment the next week and she confirmed, things are still growing so very slowly, there is nothing to worry about it.   It didn’t appear that my liver was causing the pain, and since the pain subsided in time, there wasn’t much else to do.

I had my injection in April, May, June, July - and then had new scans done.  This time, still only minimal growth, but Dr. Teitelbaum said she doesn’t want to become complacent, and asked me to schedule an appointment with Dr. Soulen in interventional radiology to see if he things I should be moving to next steps.  I was originally told this medicine works for 3-5 years in most patients, before the cancer outsmarts the meds.  It makes me pretty nervous to be creeping up on the low end of that timeline.  Especially since any cancer of mine is of course going to be smarter than the average cancer, right?  So I can’t be shocked if they say that next steps should be considered soon.  But I was kind of getting used to the idea of just pretending it’s not there and getting my backside injected once a month, forever.  I thought the appointment with Dr. Soulen was this past week, but realized I missed a call where it was rescheduled for October 5th -- so I will update again after that one.

In addition to all of my routine cancer screenings/scans/treatments, I have also been subjected to other diagnostics recently.  My OBGYN has been increasingly more demanding and the appointments are all so time consuming. I went in for an annual visit and the doctor recommended an endometrial ablation.   Two weeks ago I had to get a mammogram (simply because I am nearly 40 and well, that’s the kind of fun stuff you do when you’re middle-aged).  It took 8 days, but I received a little letter in my electronic file that started with this sentence...

WOOT WOOT!  Again, not that we (or anyone) had any concern about my breasts -- but hearing that a part of me is cancer-free is always so uplifting.  However, the radiology results lag makes me a little stressed, because I HATE waiting.  Apparently there is a major radiologist shortage right now.  And every other kind of shortage, but I can handle waiting a little for food or slightly longer lines places...

A few days later I got my ultrasound reports (abdominal and transvaginal) which also appeared normal (although they couldn’t find one of my ovaries, so I guess they can only say they are 50% sure they are normal).  This Thursday, I have an endometrial biopsy and then HOPEFULLY NovaSure -- the endometrial ablation.  Just one thing I’d like to get under control, ASAP.  Fingers and Ovaries crossed that it comes back normal or whatever is needed so I can schedule this procedure.  In the meantime, I am not opposed to rain-dances for menopause or an approved hysterectomy.  

In December, I will have another Gallium scan -- you know the one so wild they only do it on certain days of the week at certain times and they tell you not to hold your kids after for a day or so because you’re still radioactive -- cool, cool.  And that’s to make sure it’s still only in my liver and not traveling elsewhere, without a passport.  

And to end this with a dose of kid-comedy... This weekend my kids asked me why I get the injections at home and I told them I like when the nurse comes and gives me a shot in our house...and they translated that to, “Mommy likes getting it in her butt in the dining room.” Hoping this isn’t the overshare they decide to present in school this week.  

So that’s the update for now -- more to hopefully come soon.  Love to you all for being patient in hearing “news” for me, but no news is typically, “Sam still has cancer but she’s alive and her normal, albeit crazy, self” (aka good news, I think?)  Until next time...

[my-worst-nitemare]

IV - If You Die, I Will Kill You

Character Ages: Adult Genre: Angst Tags: Angst, lots of it, Overdose, Suicide Attempt, Self Harm, Boris get some help please, Theo get well soon, Hospitalization, Why do I make them suffer like this, Hurt/Comfort, There’s a little fluffy bit

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Part four of boreo oneshots.

Summary: Boris relapses and ends up in the hospital. Theo doesn’t deal with it well.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains suicide attempts by overdosing, self harm, and hospitalization. Viewer discretion is advised.

Previous.  Next.

The room was much too silent for Theo’s liking. Boris lay on the hospital bed, IV drip attached and oxygen tubes up his nose. He was breathing steadily, chest rising and falling as it should be. One hand lay over his stomach, the other in Theo’s grasp. He squeezed Boris’ hand, crying in relief at the fact that he was alive.

Theo had gotten home just hours earlier to find Boris laid on the floor, a bottle of pills in hand. Theo tried to get him to puke before calling it and dragging him to the car. He hadn’t remembered feeling this much panic since he was shot in the arm in New York. He dragged Boris to the hospital, anxiously sitting in the waiting room until he could see him (those were the most stressful 45 minutes of his life). Now here they were in room 505 with Boris alive.

“You idiot,” he whispered, clutching Boris’ hand even tighter, “you fucking idiot.” Visiting hours were over and he was ushered (kicked) out of the hospital, forcing himself to return home. Once he got home he broke down, kicking himself over Boris’ hospitalization. Should he have paid more attention? Asked how he was? Checked on him in the night?

The rest of the night was all a blur. He didn’t remember what he had done to himself. He woke up hungover and bleeding, the after effects of being high wearing off. He cried on his way to the hospital, realizing he had broken several promises he made to Boris since New York. Wiping his eyes, he grabbed a book (one of Boris’ favorites), and made his way up to Boris’ room.

“Hey, dumbass,” he sniffled, sitting down in the chair beside Boris’ bed and taking one of his hands. Boris was still asleep. A nurse came in a short while later to tell Theo about how he was doing.

“We don’t know when he will wake up,” she said, “He appears to have a lot of previous drug damage, so I wouldn’t expect any surprises. He took a lot of pills and his body is working to push them out.”

“Will you keep him once he wakes?”

“That depends on when and how he is, but most likely yes. Once he’s discharged, I recommend getting him some counseling.”

Theo thanked the nurse, turning back to Boris as she left the room, “Wake up soon, Boris, please.”

***********

It had been about a month since Boris attempted suicide and Theo was getting worse. The cycle of drugs and cutting continued for him. He knew he should be taking care of himself so that he could take care of Boris once he woke, but he had no motivation. Theo plowed through the drugs they used to take as kids, falling victim to the 10 year old acid tabs at the back of their bedroom drawer. He tried not to think about how disappointed Boris would feel if he found out about this, letting himself succumb to the drugs.

He drove to the hospital, another one of Boris’ favorite books in his hand. He made his way up to Boris’ room, and sat beside him, prepared for another day of holding his hand. But when he made it up to his room, he saw Boris sitting up, placing a bowl of soup on the table beside him. Seeming to have heard him, Boris turned to the doorway and waved at Theo.

“Am I in heaven or are you just an angel, Potter?” Theo flung himself at Boris, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other in his hair. Boris’ hands moved to his face as the two shared a kiss. Theo then buried his face in Boris’ shoulder, sobbing.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” he shouted, “Never again! I almost lost you Boris, please never do that again. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, but don’t you dare do that again! If you die, I’ll kill you, Boris, do you hear me?!”

“I hear you and I’m sorry,” Boris replied, holding Theo close to him, “You did nothing wrong, ok? I didn’t mean to take so many pills, I promise you. Only wanted long sleep, not death. You need not worry.”

“I don’t care, Boris, you are never taking anything again. I’m not leaving you alone for a while either,” he lifted himself from Boris’ shoulder, opting for his arms to wind around Boris’ waist instead, “I visited you every day, of course I’m going to fucking worry.”

“I know,” he replied, “I heard you reading to me, felt you squeeze my hand. I couldn’t respond because I was too weak, but I felt it all. Which is why I want to ask you this now,” he squeezed Theo’s face, “How have you been doing, really? Do not lie to me, I know you have not been taking good care of yourself.”

“How could I with the thought that the love of my life might die?”

“I am surprised you did not end up here with me, with those bandages, but am also very glad. I would have kicked your ass.”

Theo shied away slightly at the mention of the bandages on his wrists. He had attempted suicide himself a week or two prior, waking up bleeding on the bathroom floor. After discovering he had failed, he wrapped up his wrists and tried to process what he’d just done.

“You thought you did good job at hiding from me? I know you, Theo, and I know when you are not well.”

“We can worry about me later, Boris, you’re in the hospital for fuck’s sake!”

“Please, Theo, I need to know. Why?”

“The love of my life was dying in a hospital bed and I was partially to blame for it. I wanted to die, thinking it would make up for putting you there.”

“Theo…”

“I went back on drugs, took the acid tabs from when we were kids. Got high out of mind so I would think you were just sleeping in the room next door. I remembered New York and how I couldn’t do the same for you.”

Boris stroked Theo’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “How about we both try and stay clean, yes? So this doesn’t happen again. I’m ok now, see?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I’ll be there for you more, we’ll talk about these things.”

“Do not be sorry, I did not want you to know.”

“I love you so much, Boris, never do that again dammit.”

“I love you too, Theo. You know the same goes for you.”

The two curled up on Boris’ hospital bed, holding onto one another for dear life.

Word Count: 1,125

#angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #the goldfinch #boreo #boris x theo #boris pavlikovsky #theodore decker

[xian-1502]

In a planning stage in my life and man every single time, that voice in my head telling me it’s all way bigger than me is so loud. The self doubt in me wants to comply in all regards, but i know it’s possible and also what i need to do if i want to live how i want, where i want, and around who i want. Currently looking at career certifications and the research necessary for all the exams, helpful and affordable financial investing, car maintenance and certification, budgeting reanalysis, and part time/swing shift job availability. There’s still other stuff unmentioned but it’s just more in the expected plate of being a person in the today of now and all.

Jumping off from that point, a more personal look at the on what’s in frame, i’ve been looking to get into new hobbies and rediscovering roots in old ones since life has become a bit dull lately. Along with that looking to take advantage of 10 free sessions my mom’s job offers from shared health insurance. Aside from the prior related reasons, i just also think it’s a really important step i need to take on understanding myself and being the most acclimated for the world and interacting healthily with the people around me. Hoping for the best with that.

Been swinging a lot more mood wise too, towards the melancholy unfortunately. It doesn’t stick but it’s become inignorably apparent. I think it’s just a combination of doing everything at once making me more emotionally volatile but i’ve come a lot closer to crying and feeling tears welling up in the past 2 weeks more than i ever have and it’s been really weird feeling. Along with distinct and palpable feelings or yearning which are never fun, but i so my best to take my mind off it.

Today was also just really weird. I’ve been looking into getting my national certification to work as a pharmacy technician since it just seems like an airtight good idea all around. Since the job is not only significantly more than any wage ive ever had (living wage arguably) but its also in an environment conducive to somewhere i’d want to be on my career route. Along with that a great failsafe if i have a terrible burnout and need a stable income to sustain myself. Regardless i was looking into potential bill free routes into completing an eligible course for the PTCE and my aunt had advertised (literally the DAY before) that i can maybe take advantage of courses on an online course module service that she gets through work. Yet today out of nowhere i ask if i need to make my own account to get my name on the certificate that i would get for completing any modules she offered, and it somehow flipped into a weird scenario where i was being told it’s a bad, irresponsible, plan and then hit with gaslighting attempts to make me believe that was never the intention of what was said. which is when she literally was enforcing over and over “you have to think things through” or “you need to ask yourself this important question” and being met with responses proving the contrary and then she just goes “we’ll anyway it’s not like i’m telling you not or it’s a terrible idea” please be serious 😭. Regardless of that near 3 hour long rehash of berating, nonsense, and gaslighting i ended up doing a 45 second search and finding out a prospect she tried to pressure me on that i brought up was true to what i said and she was just bullshitting so at that rate it’s clear it came from personal bias since she really would prefer i go into developing skills for project management (me, project manager. Be so fucking for real) . which is like neat and all i get it, it’s her deal, my great aunt’s deal (she got my GA into it) and her daughter as well. And maybe i’m fleecing but the way what seems like a feasible skill/cert to head towards for my own sake is being shot down and ridiculed in favor of using project managing software and other remote/office jobby stuff really feels like she’s trying to funnel me into that same slope. To no avail, but it just makes me curious why in her eyes it’s so unwise and irresponsible to research and look into pharmacy technician certification job route but an indisputably worthwhile endeavor to only focus on team/project managing work and actively improving my skill set to get remote service jobs. Like it really just seems like i’m being suggestively stonewalled to build up another “scrum master” or whatever redundant professional sounding business synonyms they use to talk about being a team coordinator .

To conclude, i’ll end on some better updates and such. I’m getting into the habit of doing daily origami which is pretty neat. I wanna get through this whole stack of kali paper but my issue is likely gonna be storing it all so i’ll probably have to give some away or do modular stuff over several days to save space. I’m also hoping to repair my bike since i’ve done a proper inspection and know what and how i should fix with it. As well tire replacement ideas for better ride comfort on different terrains. Having a bike again would be really nice and after not thinking about it so long i realize i actually do miss the breeze of it. Finally i’ve been reading the disappearing soon and learning a lot more about the stories of chemistry and it’s been pretty interesting since i really doubt i’d pick up on this info from anywhere else. Definitely a nice pick up since i just happen to carry it with me everywhere so i can get a quick snippet between classes brakes or appropriate waiting periods.

Final note: Starting to understand stuffed animal gifts on a fundamental level

Love and miss you more everyday sunshine 😞

#Spotify

[mostlymalena]

April 13th 2024 10:50pm

Just got done eating G out. Wonderful and tasty per usual. She is asleep next to me, and she is really pretty.

It has been a while, apologies, I have been so empty but a candle has been relit inside my soul. Why? NO IDEA LMAO. I'm just waking up again and thank god bc the last couple weeks have been an empty shallow hole.

Do I have tea to spill. Remember rine?? Of course you do since ive been writing about her for some time now!!! We had our lovely sleepover and the NEXT FUCKING DAY I get the wonderful news this bitch has a FUCKING BOYFRIEND LMAO and for some time too!!!!! I was so upset tbh bc why is this such a pattern?!?!?! Anyways I confronted her at Reggies bc she was meeting me there and we had talked about her sleeping over that night. She confirmed it and I walked away and left instantly to bluepost. We have not spoken since and will not. I get to bluepost and Gracie is there. I tell her immedielty what has happened and she makes me feel better. Out of the corner of my eye I see something slither into view dressed like a distressed scarecrow. Who else but Belle, parks her 2by4 ass across from me and Gracie and just idk.. keeps and eye on us?? Just stares. I do not know if P is there but I do not stick around to find out. Me and Gracie leave and she sleeps over.

G and I have been hanging again on account of my therapist telling me that shutting down and cutting people out of my life the second I feel vulnerable is not a good thing. Wild huh. She said I need to give Gracie a chance to let me forgive her. Uncomfortable but will give it a shot. We are hanging but I will continue to accept dates from other people. G is such a safe space for me to be goofy and relax.

No feelings of passion or romance have stirred inside me yet. Those have laid dormant since November and I fear every day they have been lost for good. I really hope not.

TOTALED MY CAR LMAO. It has been a shit two weeks ngl. I am just so lost but did all my dishes and felt hope in the world. I will find a job and I'll be okay. Argentina is so soon and I cannot wait!!!!

Went out to opera room with the crew friday to support my friend who is a DJ. She did great but saw several ops. Confronted this one dude who I know has been talking shit and spreading rumors and he apologized. Also talk to Emma - graces recent ex to make sure she knew even though it's weird and uncomfortable there is no bad blood and I have 0 issues with her. That went well and we ended the convo with a hug.

Today we had a soccer game and won then O and I took a nap and when we woke up me, Ethan, and Gracie went and got pizza. Zach!!!! A tender man who I fumbled 2/3 years ago which I will always regret WAS WORKING THERE!!!! I saw him and went outside and waited lmao. He has a beautiful gf of like 1 or so years now and I'm glad he is happy.

we all got ice cream after and I chose the rankest flavor called blueberry basil. Tasted like a salad dressing RIP. Got home drank Diet Coke and smoked on the porch and now Im catching up on writing and thoughts before watching 500 days of summer and going to sleep! Feeling settled and content.

#april 2024 #life

[blissfullybloomed]

Transition

What a week. Has it only been a week? It's been a week since Ive moved from Wisconsin to Ohio, and it's been one of the best weeks of my life. It's like, I won the boss fight on Dark Souls…these bosses are NOT easy. No, it's more than that…I'm at peace. 

I have spent a year working on myself. A lifetime battle of mine dwindled down to a year of consistent and hard work.The work that makes you see ALL parts of yourself- the good and the bad. The really good and the really bad too. A year of figuring out what my boundaries were, and actually sticking to them. A year reconnecting with people that I never thought I could, and finding out they are beautiful people too. A year of getting rid of anything toxic to my growth, and realizing the blunt reality of things. A year of learning how to accept things I can not change, and understanding that I am enough as I already am. A year of crying, kicking, screaming, isolating, and fighting…when all I had to do was to accept people, places, and things for who and what they currently are, and understand that it's okay if they don't line up with me. Do I believe people can change? Absolutely…BUT….they have to want it for themselves first and foremost. If a specific person is reading this…thank you for that lesson. I never knew how that would be a catalyst into the best part of my life. There was a person in my life that wasn't scared to be blunt and honest with me during our friendship. I wasn't ready to hear or accept it. I heard you and got to work. So, thank you. I'm so sorry for all the chaos I drug you through. 

During this week, I have learned things about my family I never knew. I've got to sit in the back of my own car, and have my sister in law drive me to her house …because I live there now- not because it's the closest to Columbus Airport. I got to watch a movie with my family. Not just any movie…my favorite movie. I got to drive to my new job, Hospice Massage Therapist/Activity Director, and that's a 2 minute drive. I got to be greeted by people I haven't met, and they STILL said I have this light that shines bright, and they are so excited to have me on the team. I got to do a yoga pose with my papaw. I got to have a conversation with my mother that was 10 years overdue. I have been exposed to the show Big Brother…and I still don't get it LOL! But I get to spend time with Zachary figuring it out. I got to listen to new music with my aunt.I got to learn that my uncle is still working 48 hours a day. My sister Jess was even there in spirit. I felt her when all 11 of us were sitting on the porch…she was there. She was there clapping her hands, she was there when we lifted the lanterns too. She’s always here. We miss you Jess. I could go on and on and on…. I'm so glad to be home. It really is the little things in life that mean so much, and I'm sorry it took me so long to figure that out. 

I think the crying will eventually stop. Crying from being so damn happy when the things I've envisioned happening for years…have finally happened. Moving back to Ohio was the best decision I've made in a very long time. Chunk and Chee are happier too. They have new sights, sniffs, and sounds to explore. My cats saved me too. I wish they knew how much. I think they do. Animals are incredible creatures. 

So, here's to this week- I start my new career. I'm a hospice massage therapist. I have 14 patients, and 148 residents to watch over with an incredible team. I can't tell you readers enough how incredibly lucky I am to have found this career. This career found me. Jess showed it to me actually. She grew up with nurses and aides in our home her entire life…she had a hospice massage therapist. This was before I even knew a hospice massage therapist was a thing. Thank you sister, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You taught me how to love again, how to put others before myself, how to give without expecting something back, how to treasure all the precious moments life has to offer someone, how to keep moving even when I can't move, and how to trust the right people. My sister is with me during every client I have…and will continue to be the reason I do what I do everyday moving forward. I love you past the end of the earth. Thank you. Thank you a million times. I love you. 

Ohio. Here we go, my old friend.  “My emotions need to be as educated as my intellect. It's important to know how to feel, how to respond, and how to let life in so it can touch you.”- Victoria Bloom.

[ugly-sweater]

i have got to complain about this im sorry

so last January my dad turned 65 and retired. he sold his business and moved to west Virginia with his girlfriend (who is not retirement age?? but she worked for him so) (yeah) (she's like 25 years younger than him too) he was apparently planning this for a while because he already had bought a house and gone down to do some work on it before then. he took my grandma out to dinner to break the news to her. she seems fine with it now whenever i talk to her but my brother said she was kinda pissed at first. ok. thats fine whatever. except that i haven't seen or heard from him since my uncle's wedding last june. he did not send any of my siblings a message on christmas. we didn't even know if he was coming up or not. he didn't send me a birthday card - presumably my older brother either but i don't talk to him. my birthday is the beginning of june, fathers day was yesterday. my grandma, my only relative to send me a birthday card, asked me to send him a father's day card. but I'm mad at him! he just retired and dropped off the face of the planet! he wasn't like, a very communicative parent before that, but he sent me birthday cards and i saw him on holidays. i didn't send him a card but i did text him. he's not a big texter but i didn't even get a reply. idk if my younger brother is mad or not its hard to tell. he has resisted my familys nasty temper lol.

but. like of all people he deserves to be the most mad. he lived with my dad up until he sold his house here, he didn't find out where he was moving until like right before it happened. they are like. presumably closer than the rest of my siblings? theyre similar in personality and he's the only one who has lived with my dad since 2006 and like. my brother got him a christmas present and when he found out my dad didn't come up for xmas he kept it for himself like.

to be fair even before he moved he has been especially bad at communication there's lots of family events ive missed because no one told me about them, probably because they expected my dad to. i remember a couple years ago we had a birthday party for grandma in july in his backyard and my brother texted me the Day Of to ask if i was coming and i said no i had no idea it was happening and what did he say? me neither i just got home (when he lived with my dad) and people were here.

like. i know don't diagnose other people with things etc etc but my father is the most undiagnosed autistic man alive. also at my uncles wedding he looked like he had aged 10 years or something it was wild. idk. im mad. my mom sometimes talks about how he was so bad with communication when they were together like he would just show up at his friends house and be like oh hes not here i wanted to see if he wanted to go fishing. like. call??? btw this particular friend owned my dads business and was his boss until he retired and my dad bought it from him, and is like, 25 years older than my dad. also my dad only has one other friend, a guy he's known since high school, they go to car shows together.

idk i don't need my dad to be a lot of things. as far as dads go he is not actively harmful. i don't doubt that he loves me. he just absolutely doesn't know how to maintain a relationship with anyone. and i don't like feeling like its my responsibility to maintain it when he has just like given up or gone off to live in his own little world.

also not to complain about my own autism but i feel so much like there are things people expect me to do but have not explicitly laid them out or shown me how to do them ever so i don't do them and then i feel anxious because i don't know what people expect of me!!! also its sexist because clearly theyre not expecting it of my father. ok im done. might update in September for my younger brothers birthday (hes the baby and hes very doted upon) (the favorite but like. he is my favorite too its not a weird thing)

#diary tag 👽 #content warning i am complaining about my dad but thats the only warning specifically

[democanna]

Gta 7 biggest vehicle unmodded

Take suggestions definitely, but if you see something you like, get it. Manly because the original method of grinding took a lot of effort and time, so buying anything was with a cautious approach.īut now, finally got the Phantom Wedge (was actually about to buy it, then it went on sale lol), The Vigilante, Deluxo just for fun, etc.īut go with what appeals to you. Then I look at the novelty vehicles, special vehicles that I never got around to buying. I plan to collect an old school set if you will. I look at the nostalgic inducing vehicles. So I've been buying various vehicles that would match that image, 4 door vehicles, SUVs, to some Armored vehicles. I love my CEO/Professional Hitman mentality. But I still do a heist or 2 before I buy anything. Now, I've added quite a few of the more expensive ones without a second thought. I love the muscle cars, so I was in the process of slowly building up my collection when Cayo hit. Cayo gave us the ability to look at anything and actually be able to buy it without spending days or weeks grinding for.Ĭhill out at your Apartment, hop on the web, and browse the various cars till you find one that stands out. 1) Relevant, Reposted, Repetitive, Stolen Content, or Solicitation 2) Be Respectful 3) Descriptive Titles, Use the Appropriate Flair 4) Low Effort Submissions 5) No Discussion of Cheating or Glitches 6) Heist/Crew Recruitment And Looking For Players/Crews 7) Disallowed YouTube/Video Content 8) Question Posts And The FAQ Weekly Question Thread 9) Screen Capturing 10) Moderator Discretion The moderators of /r/gtaonline reserve the right to remove any post or comment at our own discretion or if they break the rules. Please read the full rules before you post. Join the r/GTAOnline Official Discord server! Check if your question is already answered Grand Theft Auto Online will continually expand and evolve over time with a constant stream of new content, creating the first ever persistent and dynamic GTA game world. This logo appears to be heavily based on the Nismo logo and appears on the "Annis" livery for the Savestra on the bonnet.Grand Theft Auto Online is a dynamic and persistent open world for up to 30 players that begins by sharing content and mechanics with Grand Theft Auto V, but continues to expand and evolve with content created by Rockstar and other players. This logo also appears in a brighter blue colour on a new tee-shirt added in the Arena War content update and is used in the infobox on this article. This blue logo variant of the Annis logo appears on the Elegy RH8, Elegy Retro Custom and is reused on the RE-7B steering wheel. This logo appears on the Savestra and ZR380 line of vehicles in Grand Theft Auto Online. In Grand Theft Auto V Annis received a new logo looking slightly less like Mazda's logo, it now has a second connection between the circles with a sharper angle rather than the former curved junction. It does make an appearance in the Grand Theft Auto Online personal garage infobox HUD when viewing a vehicle manufactured by Annis.

It is not known if the logo has been changed or if it simply was the Annis logo in the mid-2000s, considering its limited usage compared to the other badges. This logo has a heavy resemblance to Mazda's 1992-1997 logo. Grand Theft Auto IV logoĪnnis first logo seen in Grand Theft Auto IV on the Pinnacle was a logo showing two connected circles.

#Gta 7 biggest vehicle unmodded

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

#lando norris #lando norris blurbs #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #alltooNSFW!

[peralta-guaranteed]

do not mind me I am just here thinking about Jake being the little spoon with Amy while also being the big spoon with Mac and creating the perfect Peraltiago cuddle sandwich

(I do mind you very much anon because I had never thought about that before and oh my god do I need it now)

The sound of Mac's favourite new tv show echoes quietly from the bedroom when Amy steps out of the bathroom in a towel, and as stressed out as she still is after that hot shower she just enjoyed, the sight of Mac and Jake cuddling on her side of the bed is enough to make her shoulders relax, no matter what they've just put behind them. They're here now, safe and sound, Mac's eyes closed shut and his pacifier bobbing away, Jake's hand absent-mindedly stroking over his head, the other one wrapped around his middle to hold him close while he stares at the television screen across the room with hazy eyes.

-*-

They've all had a pretty hard and frankly scary week. Amy'd already warned Jake that she would probably not be home much to help out at all, gearing up for a major meeting and discussion panel with several higher-ups she was trying very hard not to panic about, and she was more than relieved that Jake had taken it all in stride even when daycare called in as well, to tell them that Mac's usual two days a week would have to be cancelled due to another outbreak.

And then Mac had gotten sick anyway, so sick that Jake lost his nights to sitting up with him as well, as Amy tiptoed in and helped as much as she could - she'd gotten maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night, barely able to make herself presentable for work in the mornings, but she could tell from Jake's haggard looks every morning as she kissed him goodbye for the day that he'd gotten even less.

It was enough to make that week one of the few she underscored with a harsh black line in her monthly planner, but she added a red line underneath on thursday, when Jake called her at work - something he rarely ever did, sticking to texts she could choose to ignore until later if she was too busy - to tell her he wasn't taking any more chances and bringing Mac to the ER after the morning had brought another intense round of throwing up, 5 blown out diapers in under 10 minutes and a fever that made the super-smart kid thermometer she got them blast out a rather terrifying warning beep.

Seeing her baby with an IV in his arm as she raced into the ER after giving Holt the quickest explanation she could, quietly sniffling and sucking on a freeze pop Jake was holding for him while also hugging him in his lap, told her he made the right call before the pediatrician coming over to speak to her ever could.

-*-

"He needs more fluids than he could drink right now." Jake explained what the doctor had already said when she came over to kiss both him and Mac on their foreheads, a tired sigh from the both of them in response. "But his fever is already down from the medicine they gave him."

They were allowed to take him home for the night, luckily, after his fever had gone down some more and the nurses had made sure he'd kept at least one meal in, with another big bag of medicine and 'What To Do If...' instructional booklets Jake was reading out loud for her as she drove them home. Jake was holding onto Mac's foot in his car seat like a lifeline, even as his little buddy dozed on and off from the stress of the ER and so many foreign people around him, lifted him into his arms more carefully than ever to carry him up the stairs to their apartment, and Amy knew he was not going to just put him down into his crib-converted toddler bed, nor would Mac let him, the way he clung onto his shoulders with a sad little whine in his throat from the exhaustion of the past days.

So she'd switched on the bedroom tv for some comfort - screen time rules be damned in this case - while Jake got Mac into some fresh pjs, took him just long enough so that Jake could get into sweats as well, and promised to take over for him after her shower so he could jump in, too.

-*-

But she doesn't believe he's going to take her up on that offer as she sees them side by side on the bed now, Mac's back pressed firmly against Jake's chest as he curls around the little guy.

Everyone likes to be the little spoon. It makes you feel safe.

Mac is fast asleep now, as safe as he could ever be. On a normal day, she'd probably think about lifting him out of Jake's arms to put him to bed in his own room, but she'd rather sleep there herself than to break up their little bubble of quiet.

"You know you can turn it off once he's asleep." She whispers instead after getting her own PJs on, climbing onto the free side of the bed carefully.

"Beep and Boop are gonna explain why we need to recycle next." Jake mumbles as an answer when she leans over his side, strokes through his messy hair as she reaches for the remote on the bedside table.

"Your wife should not need to explain why you need to take the chance to sleep when you can after this week." She presses a kiss to his temple as the screen switches off.

"I feel like I've forgotten how to do that." Jake sighs, and she can see the exhaustion on his face, the lines around his mouth and bags under his eyes that actually make him look his age for once. "What if Mac wakes up again? I don't think he ate enough, and-"

"If he wakes up, you'll wake up. You always do." She says in the most soothing voice she can muster, her hand not stilling in his hair as she watches his eyelids flicker. "And even if you don't, I'm still here to wake up too."

Everyone likes to be the little spoon. It makes you feel safe.

She slides up to him without moving her hand from his nape, nestles against his back as he sighs once more, deeper and calmer than before. One of his hands lets go of Mac and settles on her thigh instead, wrapped around his hip to really stay close.

"I'm gonna call in sick tomorrow. Holt will understand." She mumbles against his shoulder where her head rests, her fingertips scratching along the very edge of his hairline as her other arm comes around his waist, finds his hand on Mac's tummy to interlock their fingers against his soft, even breaths.

"Love you." Jake mumbles in reply, and his voice is halfway into dreamland, she can tell from its cadence alone, but she still answers.

"Love you too."

She spends a moment longer awake, feeling the steady breathing of the two most important people in her world under her hands, before her eyes fall closed as well.

-*-

None of them have moved even an inch when she blinks awake first in the morning, and Jake growls in his sleep when she twists around to reach for her cellphone on the bedside table, so she's quick to settle back against him once she's sent off a sick-call text to Holt and receives, weirdly enough, a thumbs up emoji as a reply and nothing else.

There's a much more expected follow up of "Dear Amy, I hope you and your family will feel better soon. Give Jake my best. Sincerely, Deputy Comissioner Raymond Holt" when she wakes up again a few hours later, and Jake makes no noise in his sleep this time, when she sneaks around to the side of the bed were Mac is smiling at her wide awake. She lifts him out of Jake's hug as only she ever could without waking him, and they share a lazy, tummy-friendly breakfast before Jake pats into the kitchen with his eyes half-closed and hugs them both from behind before getting himself a massive cup of coffee.

"Did you sleep okay?" She asks with a smile as the cup lifts into the air as he downs it.

"You never sleep badly as the little spoon, Ames." He grins softly before kissing her, Mac's hand slapping onto his cheek from her lap to keep them from completely getting lost in their kiss.

"But I did dream about Beep and Boop making me sit through an exam about recycling and I completely failed."

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #mac peralta

[sodasback]

Slapped

ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader

Warnings: Cursing, physical violence

Not my GIF. All Credit to owner/creator: @the-mighty-div

You walked into the med room, just needing to catch your breath. The only other person in there was Rafe. You walked in, dramatically slumping your shoulders. “Aghhhh!” you all but yelled. 

Rafe looked up from the computer in the med room to you with a surprised expression that quickly turned sympathetic. 

He chuckled a little. “Rough day, baby?” 

You just looked at him and nodded, on the verge of tears, but not wanting to cry at work. 

He looked over your shoulder out the window that was in the door, before leaning against the shelves that were kind of out of view and pulling you into his chest a tight hug. He rested his cheek on top of your head. He felt you stiff as a board in his embrace. 

“You can cry, ya know?” He said softly. 

You shook your head. “You know me, if I start I won’t stop and I got stuff to do. My patient is crazy noncompliant and giving me a really hard time.” You explained, reluctantly letting go of Rafe. 

“You wanna switch?” Rafe asked sweetly. 

“No, Rafe. We can’t do that.” You said. He already knew that too. 

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked, pouting and feeling helpless. 

“Give me a massage tomorrow when you come over?” You asked. 

“You got it babe.” He said pecking your cheek. 

-

“Can you guys be nearby as witnesses? This patient is refusing everything and getting really combative.” You asked your charge nurse, Edgar and Rafe.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Edgar asked. 

“Heart failure patient. Non compliant with his meds. Came in for shortness of breath and weight gain. Signs of hypokalemia. Super tachycardic. I need to draw blood so I can check his potassium. His BP when he came in was through the roof so I need to give him a IV metoprolol and lasix. He’s refusing everything now.”

You approached your patient with your coworkers standing nearby behind you, but not enough to seem threatening.

“Hi Mr. Kaplan, I have some medication that’s going to make you feel better, but I need to take your blood pressure first.” You tried to explain sweetly.

“No! Leave bitch!” He yelled. You took a deep breath.

“Sir, I understand you’re upset, but you can’t talk to me like that. I’m trying to help you. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, but I don’t know why you’re here in the hospital if you don’t want any treatment.” 

“I said get out of here you cunt!” He shouted, standing up and taking a step toward you. You took a step back and Edgar and Rafe were immediately between you and the patient. 

“Page Dr. Strong” Edgar told you, even though you were already dialing. 

“Woah. Hey, you don’t talk to her like that. That’s not okay.” Rafe said, trying to stay calm. “You need to sit down, sir.” 

You went and grabbed AMA paperwork in case this patient really didn’t want treatment he was free to leave against medical advice, while the overhead page for Dr. Strong went off and security, a pharmacist and a psychiatrist were walking toward where your patient was. 

The Dr. Strong team had gotten the patient to calm down and the doctor explained to him again how important it was to take the medications. 

The doctor left to take care of something else, so a while later, you again came with your supplies to hopefully get everything done and the patient stable so he could get admitted upstairs. 

“Mr. Kaplan, I’m back. I just need to take your blood pressure real fast, it should only take a second.” 

He didn’t say anything and just glared straight ahead. You approached the side of his bed slowly and grabbed the blood pressure cuff to wrap around his arm. 

“Okay, I’m just putting the cuff on, okay?” You said as you started to touch his arm, the back of his hand collided with your face. 

“Don’t touch me! You bitch! I don’t want anyone here to do anything to me! Leave me alone!” 

You gasped holding your cheek. 

A lot of people saw it happen. Rafe was there in a second with murderous eyes and clenched fists, but luckily Edgar was fast enough to walk in front of Rafe anticipating this reaction. 

“Take care of Y/N” Edgar told Rafe, while he and the charge nurse tried to deal with the patient while paging the Dr. Strong team again. 

“Shit” You cursed at the sting as you grasped your cheek and tried to understand what just happened. Rafe immediately softened looking at you. You looked so small as you held onto your reddened cheek. He put an arm around your shoulder and ushered you away and sat you in a chair at the nearby nurses’ station. You were still kind of in shock. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling in front of you. You closed your eyes and shook your head trying to suck it up.

“Yeah!” You told him trying to sound confident. 

“Hey Estephany, can you grab her an ice pack? Y/N, stop, look at me.” He said more sternly. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Yes, Cameron, I’m fine” You assured him and tried to stand up. 

Rafe pushed you back into the chair. “Uh uh. Stay right here. You’ve been injured at work. So you need to be assessed.”

You rolled your eyes at him using those words knowing now you had to do all the workers comp formalities.

Rafe gently reached up and pulled your hand away from your face. He inspected your cheek and under your eye as Estephany passed him an ice pack.

“It doesn’t look like you got cut anywhere” he said.

“Yup! See? Totally fine!” You confirmed, trying to get up again.

“Y/N, sit your ass down and let me check you out.” You smiled at the choice of words but you knew he didn’t intend to try to flirt with you right now.

“Okay, we’ll if you’re gonna check me out, then I guess I can sit here and look pretty.” You decided, straightening your posture and flipping your hair over your shoulder.

Rafe glared at you but it broke into a small smile he couldn’t hold back as he shook his head and pulled out his pen light.

“Look at my nose” he said, tapping his nose. You felt your heart melt as Rafe treated you like a patient for a second and you thought about how many times you’ve both said that to patients. You knew he was checking your neuro status and to see if you were concussed since the patient who slapped you was pretty big and strong. But you were focused on the butterflies in your tummy at your caring, some would argue overbearing new boyfriend, and his sparkling blue eyes. 

“Nose, Y/N.” He reminded you when you were still swimming in his eyes and then he checked your pupil reactions. “Can you tell me what day it is?”

“I can tell you every One Direction song Niall Horan plays guitar for?” You offered.

“That doesn’t tell me anything. You could do that even if you were in a coma. Come on.” 

“Rafe” you groaned, now finding this ridiculous.

“What day is it, Rookie?” He asked more firmly.

“It’s Thursday ...which by the way, means it’s been 4 days since the last time you fucked me, which is way too long in my opinion.” You whispered the last part.

Rafe widened his eyes. “Shhh! Frickin trouble maker!” He scolded, looking around to see if anyone nearby heard you. 

“See? Now, you know my memory is intact, I can count, I know what day it is and my sex drive is healthy.”

"I never had doubts about the last part, dirty girl.” Rafe teased quietly as he placed the ice pack on your cheek. 

“And I’m the one that needs to sush!” You protested in mock offense at his comment. 

“No but seriously, are you okay? ..like emotionally?” Rafe asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded. “Promise.” 

-

You were walking out of work when Rafe and Edgar caught up to you. 

“Hey Y/N do you need a ride home?” Rafe asked. 

You looked at him truly confused. “Why would I need a ride home?” 

“You got smacked in the face.” Rafe said like it was obvious. Even Edgar furrowed his brow at him. 

“It happens.” You shrugged and chuckled. 

“Yeah, Rafe I think Rookie over here can handle driving 2 miles.” Edgar joked. 

“Text me when you get home?” Rafe asked you quietly, despite all 3 of you knowing that Edgar knew about you and Rafe. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Y/N.” Rafe warned. 

“Yes, Cameron, I will text you in 10 minutes when I get home.” You said, exhausted by Rafe’s overprotectiveness, even though it still made you all warm and fuzzy inside. 

-

“Bro” Edgar said to Rafe when they got in the car together.

Rafe looked at him expectantly. “What?”

“You gotta be careful man with this whole situation.” Edgar said, gesturing to Rafe and where you were getting in your car in the parking lot.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe continued to play clueless.

“With Y/N man. You’re too protective of her at work dude.”

Rafe just scoffed and shook his head.

“What would’ve happened if I didn’t step in front of you tonight?” Edgar asked.

Rafe was quiet for a second, “I probably would have beaten the shit out of that patient and lost my job and nursing license.” He admitted.

Edgar gave him an I-told-you-so smile. “This is why you don’t fuck your coworkers, bud.” He said, turning the key in the ignition.

Rafe shook his head again. “It’s not like that dude-“

“Yeah, I know, you’re in love with her.”

“Well- I mean- I don’t know if I’d go that far. We’ve only known each other-“

“Oh my god. Shut up!” Edgar groaned, “You fell for her the first day she started working here and you know it.” Rafe just smiled to himself. “You just have to be careful Rafe. She’s not made of glass. She’s a badass. She can handle herself. You can’t be protective of her here. You’re gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble. ....And plus it really makes the whole secretly dating each other thing superrrr obvious bro.”

“Do you think anyone knows?” Rafe asked.

Edgar shook his head, “Nah, I don’t think so.” Even though Edgar knew pretty much everyone knew from day 1.

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#rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #Rafe Cameron x Nurse!Reader #ER Nurse Rafe #Outer Banks #outer banks imagine #obx #obx fanfiction

[eddiecabotsmile]

Who do you think is the most to least handy around the house for the dogs? Like fixing a leak, painting the house, getting on ladders, etc. I just moved into my new house and I COULD NOT have done it without my dad!

congrats honey thats so exciting omfg (thisss kinda sucks but its the first thing ive written in a while - pardon me)

white - we all know that this man is daddy asf and has lots of experience in life. like larry's that boyfriend that you come to pick up and is like "whens the last time you got your oil changed sweetheart?" skip to larry bending you over the hood of the car, dangerously close to your neck, guiding you on how to change the oil properly. "thats it sweetie, just like that. youre a natural" so 9 times out of 10 expect for him to find something around your house that needs repair. you can call him over any time of the day, all he asks is that you bring him something to drink and "a kiss for payment" of course. but the guy is literally a teaching moment waiting to happen, he's happy to help!

blonde - early in your relationship there was a lot of fixing to be done like physically and emotionally. vic was contantly breaking the bed only to come fix it the next day (which you swear he did on purpose but he denies it). if he wasnt a criminal he'd be a damned good plumber. there is no leak that goes unnoticed. seriously, one day he just got up from the couch and threw off his shirt, heading straight for the kitchen. "if that fucking sink drips one more time im gonna lose it". so win win i guess- seeing vic underneath the sink wrenching those pipes in one of his wife beaters, just a little bit dirty from the grime, very sexy. best part is, he loves going down for you. if you need that sink fixed, or the bedframe, or couch, whatever it is! hes there to fix it no explanation (why did this have nothing to do with the question and everything to do with porn. bye-)

brown - if there's a youtube video on it brown has watched it. typically he's the one to break things, like hes known to be a big klutz. but having random knowledge from long rabbit holes on the internet is one of his only redeeming qualities LMAO. imagine your showerhead isnt working and hes standing in your shower while you hold the phone up so he can see. "okay okay wait pause there," he says turning his wrist on the shower head. "now go back i think i forgot the, shit. restart the whole video" alas he wont give up so easily. he will stay with you until he gets it down, he wont give up on his boo. brown really just wants to impress you. also he is tall and good for killing bugs

pink - pinky is TERRIFIED of heights so dont even ask, never ever. i can imagine you calling him in the middle of the night because your lights went out and you need some help and company, duh. and he shows up cranky and confused. some of his fave phrases are: "are you holding the ladder?" "well its fuckin' wobbling up here" "not funny get me down now" "youre about to be living in the dark if you dont stop". he's only a lil bitch because hes a lil dummy. an assertive dummy! with you tucked under his arm, he'll make all the calls to the electric, cable, and any other company you need him to. he might not be able to navigate the router but he can nag the electric company to come fix the lights. also its funny to hear him in the other room yelling "REPRESENTATIVE" into the phone

orange - freddy is the LEAST reliable and most definitely has almost passed out while painting the kitchen... hA twink he might not be the most handy but he is supportive !

#mr pink headcanon #mr orange headcanon #mr blonde headcanon #mr white headcanon #mr brown headcanon #daisy answers

[wickedpact]

You can't just drop that "I read Forces Multiplied" bomb on us and not give a ten page written reaction.

[cracks knuckles] if u insist

nicky cant drive hc: destroyed. rip. also i loved how andy and nile stole those sports cars and were being badass and driving off the bridge & meanwhile joe and nicky were just absolutely vibing in the van

'heres the thing about power: people who have it think they deserve it' [shot of police car] i see u greg

5 whole panels being dedicated to booker not being able to unlock his door. booker not even seeing noriko sitting RIGHT THERE in the window at first. incredible

noriko being 24/7 horny was surprising. like wow all of the stuff i saw she did out of context was 100% equally horny in context as it was out of context. love that for her

i didnt think the 'andy + slavery' thing was handled as badly as everyone made it out to be when telling me about it. tho from the way it was talked about i had kind of figured the conflict between andy and nile re: slavery would be really racially charged (esp considering nile is a black american and would obvs have Thoughts on the subject in that regard) but like,, done in a cringey 'a-white-guy-obviously-wrote-it' kind of way? but it wasnt that. i mean. it makes sense that andy would be implicit in slavery through the years

i mean, like she says, is that not what people just did to each other in the aftermath of battles for thousands of years? and i really like how its pointed out that it was what she was raised with (in the beginning when you see her put shackles on that guy after the battle) but she also accepts responsibility for it and acknowledges that it was wrong and not just 'what people did'.

i like how from her expressions you can kind of tell baby andy knew it was off but she sets those feelings aside bc she felt angry. it explains how she felt but didnt make her out to be blameless in it. plus i mean. i dont know, the fact that andy was involved in a lot of morally shady stuff for 7000 years is not that wild for me. if you live that long youre just Going to be involved in some shit, and she didnt even have other immortals with her as positive community influences, she literally just did whatever the fuck she wanted for thousands of years

'i was worshipped as a god once' i mean, yeah no shit she wouldve been involved in some seriously fucked up stuff, gods were fucking scary back in the day

tldr it could use some polish but it wasnt that bad

tho everything people said about moose being boring was unfortunately a little true. sorry king i tried to be interested in you

joe and nicky writing verbal fanfiction about nile and moose was iconic. 'you seeing that?' 'i am definitely seeing that'

it was also extremely funny bc that was like 60% of their contribution to the whole comic, besides kidnapping copley. they came, they wrote some fanfic, they left. kings. at least in tog1 they had an excuse to be useless bc they got kidnapped

joe just found out his old friend who he thought was dead is alive (and also probably wants to murder them) and instead of investigating with andy he stopped to help nile up. champ.

nicky shooting noriko through andy was cool. rip to the concept since it wont happen in tog2

wanna see mr ejiofor deliver this line

on that note imo copley was. weirdly enough, more interesting in fm than in tog1. to me at least. the fact that andy let him live and he was so haunted by what had happened that he came back and sought them out despite knowing they would likely kill him for it bc he wanted to not only make up for what hed done but also to tell them what theyd done for the world was admittedly more interesting than andy just kind of drafting him to the cause and him going 'okie'

i like how nicky was drawn in this one. in opening fire he looks like a blob man but in fm he looks more like a very nice grampa with a very good dye job

'theres no pain like a broken heart' andy 🥺

noriko implying andy's never drowned. .. .idk about that one, she musta drowned sometime

joe and nicky came, they waxed poetic about nile's love life, they waxed poetic about grog, and then they left.

sports bras being a reason humanity is good. i mean..... okay, yeah.

i mean. wild but you cant exactly tell her shes wrong

i liked how noriko telling andy that their purpose is to make people suffer coincides with joe and nicky finding out that they actually did good all those years

joenicky in opening fire: jail for booker jail for booker for 100 years

joenicky when copley tells them he knows where booker is: WE'LL KILL YOU WHERE IS HE

joenicky when copley comes back: if your vibes come off as even remotely rancid we Will destroy you

joenicky 2 minutes later when copley helped them find booker: he made up some ground :)))) <3 lov you j cops

theyre forgiving af

moose: how old are you?? a hundred??? a thousand???

nile [vine voice]: I M 2 7 ?

alright andy you got me there

joe texts like my aunt

i dont know why noriko drowning andy in that car tickled me. Bad And Naughty Andromaches Get Put In The Pear Wiggler To Atone For Their Crimes.

the drowning sequence was cool

copley trying to talk to andy while she was like o_o at him was great

ive hit the picture limit but id seen that panel where nicky goes 'forgive me' as he kills a guy out of context and it was HILARIOUSLY anticlimactic for me to discover that there was literally no context to it. nicky just apologizes to random people he kills. i thought that guy was someone he knew or something. nope its just Some Guy that nicky didnt know from adam

nile's complaint that andy was especially brutal to the guys on the boat... i mean. . , how exactly does one kill a man with an axe and not be brutal about it?

it was funny how noriko kissed andy and the only people who seemed surprised by that were nile and also andy

nicky and joe's complete non-reaction to finding out noriko is alive And Evil Now is endlesly funny. they just left her on that boat and neither cared. i get book and nile not caring but joe and nicky knew her, and they just have 0 input on the subject of what to do with her

pinstripe suit guy!

joe and nicky and booker packing up and leaving with nile

andy blowing up at nile was A Moment tho

i dont know, i get why people didnt like the ending but its. .. . it makes more sense in the comicverse. bc the squad doesnt really. .. interact outside of jobs? i mean, think of the moon landing story in ttt. that was booker and joe and nicky doing a job and andy only showed up a for a couple minutes after it was done. or the brunch in the first issue of opening fire. the squad arent as tight in the comic, and andy often seems to do her own thing outside of work, so andy saying 'i dont want to do work anymore' and the squad being like 'alright bye then' makes more sense in this universe than the movie one

also i feel like greg was Trying to set up a thing where nile becomes the Leader of The Squad after andy dies but like. its not very well done since. . . i mean, nile hasnt spoken to booker since opening fire, (and she only knew him A Day). and shes known joe and nicky all that time, but there isnt really anything that indicates that they have any relationship at all, much less one that's grown. in all the comicverse the only time nile and nicky speak is in FM, and in that scene nicky tells nile about noriko. nile goes from someone who needs to be set aside to have background knowledge explained to her to being the Leader of the group with nothing in between. it kind of... comes out of nowhere.

on the other hand tho... i felt really bad for andy thru the whole thing. well, i always felt bad for andy, but in this one she seemed so miserable, especially since it really felt like none of the others actually.... cared about her. when noriko came back no one asked andy how she was doing (big question ik, but it wouldve showed they cared at least), nobody ever expressed any concern for her, no one even really seemed to want to be around her. in opening fire everyone was more distant than in the movie of course, but there were little moments where she would joke with joe, or nicky would try and comfort her, or stuff like that, but in FM it really felt like they just didnt really care about her. & in opening fire it felt a lot like andy's relationship with nile breathed some new life into her, but in FM it felt like all they did was argue. i get theyre not *as* close in the comics but it really felt like the only person who cared about andy at all was noriko (which was probably also how andy felt) but it just seemed to come out of nowhere. honestly i was reading and i was honestly agreeing with andy that she might just be better off if she did just die. opening fire, on the other hand, never make me feel that way

tho everyone made it sound like when the squad split up it was one of those cursed 'the found family leaves each other at the end of the journey' tropes. but guys i mean,,, this is the second installment out of three. that isnt the End. theyll come back in the third one and Dramatically Reunite to fight some baddies (probably those 'others' noriko mentioned). im guessing yitzhak fits into that too somehow.

anyways it wasnt That Bad but it made me kind of sad and the only Sweet Found Family vibes in it were when they saved booker. also they shouldve beefed up that nilemoose romance, it underwhelmed me. 6.5/10

i also ABSOLUTELY understand all of greg's comments about how you couldnt make FM directly into a movie, he always said that it had no plot and. i get it now. it really didnt have a plot sdfghjkl

#nicoloalkaysani #it took me So Long to type this up #asdfghjk