#well THIS was unexpected wasn't it

[blizzardsuplex]

Max Caster and MJF actually interact on-screen from AEW Dynamite, 10/05/2023

#aew #aewedit #aew spoilers #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #max caster #renee paquette #the acclaimed #well THIS was unexpected wasn't it

[childrenofthesun77]

Back when mahiru thought his uncle might be dead he had a flashback to the accident that resulted in his mother's death, but one thing I noticed is that we don't actually see akira in this memory? It feels like either mahiru (or someone like lily or jeje) is supressing his memory here.

And if someone possibly killed akira on purpose, who was it and why?

#servamp #akira shirota #mahiru shirota #I mean the biggest plot twist would actually be that she faked her death and is actually alive/a vampire for whatever reason #But assuming she's dead who would have a motive #touma seems unlikely I feel like he would have taunted mahiru with that back when he mentioned killing several people #I forgot how old mahiru was when akira died but mikuni was probably still too young and also he used to hate humans getting killed #No idea why he's working with tsubaki to do a ritual that will kill all of tokyo now #Tsubaki maybe? He might know about what is so special about mahiru. In that case killing the mother (who also knew what's special about him #Would make some sense. She can't tell mahiru or anyone else about it if she's dead. #But killing her in a way that might have killed mahiru as well...assuming whatever is special about mahiru is needed for the ritual #Risky #But maybe mahiru's memories were faked like misono's were with the night kiriko died and mahiru wasn't actually there when akira got killed #Trying to kill tooru after he had to reveal his ties to c3 before he could explain to mahiru what's special about him #Would also fit with tsubaki #tsubaki would also have a motive not to taunt mahiru with it so nobody tries to look into it and finds out what killing her would achieve #If mahiru is needed for the ritual it's probably even better that mahiru and kuro found a way to get rid of the distance limit #because the enemies probably planned with the distance limit in mind meaning mahiru not needing to be there when kuro tries to stop tsubaki #Might be unexpected to them and throw a wrench in their plans

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Uh, so, I saw this kickass piece of fanart by @thwipped and whoops, innit:

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If caught and asked about it, Jamie couldn’t have explained why he did it.

Actually, no. Scratch that.

He could have explained, probably. He just wouldn’t have cared to.

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The way it goes is this:

He’s been with Richmond for a couple of months and haven’t those been the longest fucking months of his life, because yeah, ‘course it’s fun being the best fucking player on the team, ‘course it’s fun hearing the fans chant his name, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, and getting a bit of rest from his dad ain’t bad either, but Richmond is a shit club with a shit manager and the only fucking bright spot—

Well. That’s turned out to be shit too, hasn’t it.

At least Jamie’s killing it, at matches, at training, every fucking time he steps onto the pitch. No one can fucking touch him, dominating yeah, and today’s been a good day for it too, what with the photographer on the sidelines snapping picture after picture for some promo or other. Jamie didn’t pay too much attention to the details, just made sure they got him from his best angle (every angle’s his best angle), and that’s that, until a couple of days later when he walks past Hopkins’ (or Huggles’?) empty office and sees the photos spread out all across the desk.

And well. ‘Course he steps inside to have a look. Bound to be a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, right, and who doesn’t want to see that, and maybe he can grab one for Keeley, bet she’d love it.

There is a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, no surprise there. Difficult to choose the best one really, they’re all fucking brilliant  (‘cause he’s fucking brilliant), and he’s deliberating between an action shot of him about to score one of the prettiest goals this sad fuck of a club ever saw and a shot of him afterwards, chin raised against he blue autumn sky like a hero out of a movie or something. Gorgerous, innit.

And then his eyes fall on a picture of Roy.

A picture of Roy fucking Kent. And. Like. It’s not even anything special, not like Roy’s actually doing anything in it, it's just a stray shot of him caught unawares with his shirt raised to wipe the seat of his forehead and he’s—

He’s. Uh.

Fuck. Jamie stares and he stares and he stares because for all that his old attraction to Roy didn’t survive five fucking minutes of actually being in the same room as the man, that’s just—

The shorts riding low on his hips. The dark hair trailing down and down, and the glistening drops of sweat on his forehead and Jamie can fucking smell him and that’s not sexy, is it, except it really fucking is, and those arms, and something unguarded and vulnerable and the real Roy Kent is a royal cunt but the Roy Kent in the picture—

He’s something else, isn’t he. He’s fucking fit. (Okay, the real Roy Kent is that, too, but it kind of fades in the face of him being an insufferable old twat and all that.)

Jamie grabs the picture. Doesn’t let himself think too much about it. Shoves it in his pocket and walks away, feeling it burn, burn, burn against his side.

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When Jamie was twelve his mum gave him a poster of Roy Kent and Jamie was over the fucking moon. When Jamie was twenty-three he met Roy Kent and Roy Kent glared at him with unmitigated disgust and okay, fuck you too, mate. You’re not even that good anymore, and still you expect everyone to fall at your fucking feet, do your fucking bidding and make like you’re the fucking king, and fuck that, the king is dead, old man; long live the king.

Thing is, looking at the picture now it’s not that hard to forget about the real Roy Kent (nasty bastard) and remember the Roy Kent (fucking legend) that looked down on Jamie from his bedroom wall and whispered encouragements in the back of Jamie’s head and, a little later, featured frequently in fantasies of a different sort.

Picture in one hand, cock in the other, Jamie wanks to Roy for the first time since he came to Richmond (and if it’s not all just the memories of the man he once imagined, if it’s a little bit tinged with dark looks and growls and Roy snarling his name like it’s an insult… Well. That’s nobody’s business, that.)

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He keeps the photos in the bottom drawer in his bedroom and he doesn’t pull it out a lot, ‘cause there’s Keeley and she’s fucking fit and the sex is mindblowing and Jamie doesn’t need to gawk at pictures of sad old has-beens to get his rocks off.  

Sometimes there’s a different sort of itch, though, and he scratches it. No big deal.

(He wonders sometimes, what the real Roy would say if he knew. Plays it out in his mind, all the different ways it might go. Cums as he imagines it.)

He thinks maybe Keeley would like the picture too. Not ‘cause she’d like Roy, she’s got way better taste than that, and she’s fun and she likes a bit of fun and if there’s one thing Roy Kent ain’t, it’s fun, innit. But he’s fit and all, and Keeley’s got eyes.

He imagines it, sometimes, the two of them getting off together over the picture. If Roy – the real Roy – wasn’t such a miserable old prick, he’d suggest it to her maybe. But Roy is such a miserable old prick, and the whole thing is way too complicated to explain, so he doesn’t.

Then Keeley dumps him and the dream was only ever that.

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They send him back to City. Jamie doesn’t understand. One moment he’s sharing a bottle of tequila with Dani Rojas and taking up the Richmond chant and Jamie’s not wrong and for the first time he wonders if maybe there could be something for him here, and the next he’s woken up by his agent and that same evening he’s back in Manchester like he never left, only the stale air in the house he bought with his fifth paycheck tells him he did, and the numb sense of loss as he steps through the door tells him he did.

It’s months before he gets everything from London shipped and sorted. Busy getting up to speed with everything at the club and all. It’s good to be back, really, a proper team, a proper coach, all that. Dad starts getting in touch again, sure, but it is what it is.

So yeah, it’s months before he gets all his stuff unpacked and months before his fingers brush over something familiar and he stands there staring down on the picture or Roy and it’s odd because it seems like only yesterday he first saw it and it seems a lifetime ago.

A rush of lust – Pavlovian, right, Keeley? – but a rush of something else too, rusted barb wire tugging at his guts, sharp and sickening.

He looks at it for a long time and then he puts it away and this time he doesn’t take it out again. That’s over and done with.  

(Only, he doesn’t throw it away either. Just lets it sit in a neglected drawer, ignored but never let go, like all the other things that must never be.)

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(There’ll be a time, some years later, boxes packed and moved and unpacked and an old photo slipping to the floor and

what the fuck is this?

and

what’s that, babe? oh my god, you look hot! fucking hell! jamie, where did you even get this?

and

when did you get this? i’m still playing here

and

uh, well, you remember that photo shoot they did for the promo just a couple of months after i joined richmond?

and a raised eyebrow and

yeah?

and a shrug and cheeky grin and

yeah, well, picked it up for darts practise, didn’t I

and Roy snorts but he’s smiling too and

figures you’d be shit at darts

and

what are you on about, man, i’m aces at darts… ooh, because there’s no holes in it you mean, yeah, no, you’re right, you’re right, i’m shit at darts, fucking terrible

and they’re both smiling now and Keeley is too and Roy notes how it’s clearly been handled a lot and what were you doing with it really and the glint in his eyes says he knows but Jamie tells him – tells them – anyway, in great, great detail.)

#this got angstier than expected #but all’s well that ends well i guess? #the moment i saw this fanart my mind went STRAIGHT to jamie (and keeley!) enjoying - ahem - it #arguably this piece was also influenced by mickey milkovich and the picture he kept of ian gallagher #which is super fucking sad so maybe the sad factor of this wasn't THAT unexpected actually #but after angst comes happily ever after! #at least in this household #royjamie #royjamiekeeley #jamie tartt #roy kent #my stuff #ficlet

[krikeymate]

In the “billy parents the girls” au, I wonder how Sam and Billy would react to Tara being attacked by ghostface? Like one overprotective and “slightly” unstable family member wasn’t enough.

Somebody knows.

That's his first thought. Maybe he should have known something would happen on the 20th anniversary. He never thought it would come back to him. After all, there was a 'Ghostface attack' just five years prior, and it was all about Sidney. Why wouldn't it continue to be all about Sidney? Billy's dead after all.

He should have moved out of Woodsboro. It's always been risky, staying. But this was his home, and by the time he'd given up entertaining the thought of revenge against Sidney, he'd put down roots. He'd thought about moving a few years ago, when the last attacks happened and the police started sniffing around for information, but the girls had friends here, and Sam's never quite treated him the same since she learnt the truth. She would never have agreed to leave.

So here he is, staring Deputy Judy Hicks right in the face, unrecognised. God these people must be stupid, to look him right in the eyes and still not see him. He manages to talk his way back into the house with a well-placed quip about the absence of their good Sheriff and a reminder that his 14-year-old daughter, her own son's friend, who was attacked, is going to need some comforts of home and her inhaler.

He pauses to take in the murder scene on the way. He memorises the pattern of blood soaked into the living room carpet, the outline of his little girl, the kitchen knife abandoned on the floor. His own knife. They used his own knife on his daughter. When he finds out who did this, he's going to make them pay.

He packs a bag, he packs Tara's essentials, a change of clothes for Sam and the teddy bear she denies sleeping with. He heads for his own room to get some things, and that's when he learns somebody really does know.

Because Billy is scrawled across his bedroom wall in red.

Red is all he sees.

#/mp #ask box #Billy Loomis #AU: the past in the present #the tags tag #I love making baby Tara be attacked. it's so tragic. #the urge to make Sidney Ghostface here is astronomical lmao #anyway what are the logistics of there being two Mr Carpenters in Woodsboro technically and both have been seen being a father to Sam? Idk. #Billy's like 'Christina had a type what can I say'. Her husband left because he discovered the truth and he got to step up. #God I have so many thoughts about where this could go now actually #Like say it WAS Sidney. Who couldn't take knowing Billy was out there still. After everything she just couldn't take it. #She was never going to kill the girl. She just wanted to injure her. Scare her. Get Billy's attention. #But the girl fought back with unexpected ferocity. Things got out of hand. Billy uncovers her in the end and finally gets his revenge. #Gale and Dewey are distraught. Gale investigates. She discovered the truth. Billy Loomis is alive. She reveals it to the world. #Billy finally gets arrested. Tara doesn't take the reveal well. #Sam is old enough to take custody of her sister. She does her best. It isn't good enough. They both spiral. #Just a few years later her sister gets attacked AGAIN. This time it's so much worse. #Her injuries are so much more severe and the perpetrators were people they loved. It wasn't even about Billy this time. #It was about some fucking movie. #Sam moves them to New York after that. But everyone knows who they are. The daughters of a serial killer. With a body count of their own. #There's just no escape.

[teamhawkeye]

there are so many things that can be said in regards to grief, and yet no words can ever truly convey the depth and breadth of the agony it leaves you with

#tbd #my great aunt - essentially my grandmother figure - passed in the early morning hours on Saturday #it wasn't unexpected. she wasn't doing well since Christmas and she was doing especially bad this last week #she was 97 it's not like she went too early but it's one of those things where i thought she'd be around forever. and it really hurts #and just - having to still go about your day and go to work and do your jobs and not act like you've lost someone so important #and trying to both grieve the loss but also celebrate the incredible life of someone so beloved #and also contending with the knowledge that now my dad and his cousin are the oldest members of his side of the family #and grappling with thoughts of mortality and the passage of time and all that...

[oolathurman]

Cipher Four | They/Them

likes to wear bright + light colors and patterns

wears boots only. all boots have a steel toe. all the better to curb stomp with, my dear.

they have scarring on their neck that trails off onto the back of their right shoulder. they try to hide it and is self conscious of it.

the scarring on their hip doesn't bother them as much, though.

looks DAMN good in a dress

#tried to make them in sims 4 as well which wasn't as successful #mostly bc the non natural colors of skin and hair colors are abysmal #swtor #chiss #imperial agent #cipher four #had to use a 'ü' when spelling their name in-game tho rip #not unexpected but whatever #my stuff

[chiropteracupola]

always on the edge of collapse now / absolutely nobody cares...

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

#em draws stuff #flintlock fortress #team fortress 2 #<- decided to go with consistent maintagging from now on. as I nattered about it for 45 minutes at lunch the other day I might as well. #cast your gaze on what I actually do most of the time rather than whatever nonsense it was that I posted yesterday #back on topic to say that it certainly takes a very specific sort of courage to voluntarily have all your teeth removed in the 1760s #which. is what julien did. #sure he's got some very convincing replicas in his mouth now but boy oh boy is it (and he!) unpleasant much of the time #like flintlock fortress itself the teeth thing started as a goof that quickly took on strange and unexpected emotional qualities #this is probably my most on-model drawing of him yet - strange since I wasn't actually able to work from reference in this case! #the precise placement and look of his scar has shifted somewhat since the project started out but I think that's good Design Evolution #it still does what it needs to (emphasize a specific bit of his facial structure) effectively #oh and! caption lyrics from 'bones don't rust' by the mountain goats!

[theramblingvoid]

oc ask game: i cant do emojis but shiny rock for both

-mleem

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

Hallowrove: It's an odd gift, but they've recieved weirder from Rubbery friends and zailors with superstitious good-luck charms. If it seems meaningful to you in the giving, they'll keep it and cherish it, probably on a shelf in their upstairs office next to a few other gifts and assorted oddities and souvenirs from hunts. They don't tend to be sentimental about objects or decorations in general, but a good simple gift goes a long way.

Null: They will hoard it. And then realize that you are now a known source of shiny rocks, and immediately start figuring out how they might get more from you, all that you have, all that you might possibly be able to get. Your shiny rocks will line their mantel. You will know no peace. Every night they will pick them up one by one just to hold them, and feel their weight, and know that that weight is in the accumulation of what in the world is theirs. They might also swallow one eventually. You know how it is.

#voidrambles #Hallowrove tag #Null tag #i wasn't expecting Hallowrove to be a gifts person necessarily but it's really not unexpected given the fact that i very much am one #i know i like gifts a lot in part because it's a mark a friend leaves on my life，a proof that they were there that I can look back on later #I don't think Hallowrove shares that same mentality #i think they more just keep good track of gifts because of the amount of care and warmth they can feel through them from friends #and wanting to make them feel warm too by how much they are appreciated #interestingly enough Hallowrove isn't too much of a gift giver themself though #they prefer to show affection through lots of time spent with people and doing practical things to benefit them #and gifting things like food that have a use and can be consumed #they're definitely the friend that helps you move，now that i think about it #as for the Null answer. well. #it's Null #Good Luck hdhfhfhs #enjoy being extorted for shiny rocks

[erismourn]

A family friend's mom passed away in the night last night and our friend said "I don't think mom wanted us to remember her because she died on a leap day" LMAOOOOOOO

#Mads.txt #Said family friend is fine btw it wasn't unexpected + everyone is coping well #Also her mom died with a smile on her face ❤️ RIP ma'am I never knew you but I'm glad it was peaceful

[chadsuke]

Books Read in 2022:

The Faggots & Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell (1977)

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy (2022)

Life of Pi by Yann Martel (2001)

Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha (2018)

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants by Robin Wall Kimmerer (2013)

In Praise of Slowness: Challenging the Cult of Speed by Carl Honore (2004)

Sex and the City by Candache Bushnell (1996)

The Anarchist’s Guide to Travel by Matthew Derrick (2017)

Inuyasha Vol. 5 by Rumiko Takahashi (1998)

[ID: Covers of the aforementioned books. End ID.]

#2022media #f slur #okay so faggots and their friends was SO GOOD if you havent read it yet. do so. #i'm glad my mom died was incredibly well written and i hope she gets to pursue writing if thats what she still wants to #(seems like it) #life of pi was good! i read it to help my sister w/ a paper but had been meaning to #care work was a very good book tho disclaimer i dont like author's pov/discussion about #feminine vs masc people that made me :/ #in praise of slowness was audiobook and it was fine? #not radical or anything but gave me stuff 2 look up and also the author stops short of addressing #the actual core root problems and paints it as individual and blah blah #sex and the city wasn't for me but the fact that it was a SATIRE was unexpected and good #how is the tv show what it is. #anarchist's guide to travel will be very helpful once im back in united states but there was a lot that i won't use #i dont think i'd like the author if i met him but thats just. his general vibes imo. #inuyasha is good i love inuyasha #EDIT FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT BRAIDING SWEETGRASS LOVED IT 10/10 #absolutely reading the gathering moss book soon by same author #gigi.txt

[mimble-sparklepudding]

FFXIV Crashing

Might be a bit tricky to produce any screenshots or gpose thingies for a bit as FFXIV is crashing (Unexpected Error 17, apparently I skipped the first 16). It seems to be related to being in The Crystarium, as I can login to other characters in other places.

I think I will have to reinstall the whole game, but apparently I have to save loadouts and do uninstall things first, which is all rather scary sounding to a Luddite like myself. Please bear with me in the meantime.

Not having a very good day all round :.(

#ffxiv #technical issues #unexpected error 17 #well I wasn't expecting it #nobody expects the 17 error #sigh

[nerdnag]

There's like. One single thing in the world that actually triggers me badly. Badly.

And I just had to face it in a fucking Netflix show without warning

#I'm glad I wasn't alone but holy hell #It was SUCH a mood shift as well #The show was NOTHING like that and then suddenly BAM it veered into another territory shockingly fast #Even my partner was like 'that was so unexpected and unnecessary of them' #I liked the show but now I can't finish it. #Hnnggggh #nagnerd

[uraandri]

as much as i love being a city girlie i need to experience all weather combinations while surrounded by pine forests at my local cementery or i start going insane

#early autumn days when it's still sunny but not too hot as well as cold autumn days where the forest shields you from the harsh wind #early winter fog and unexpected winter rain #deep snow and frost and horrible winter mud that forms when the temperatures rises above 0 for a few days #early spring mud after the snow melts and after the thunderstorms of march pass #first spring flowers where you wish the forest wasn't shielding you from the wind #the white of fallen petals from blossomed trees that grew between the graves when the sun starts hurting your eyes #early summer heats dampened by the forests shadow #august heatwaves where nothing helps and when the shadows are never long nor cool enough #but the clouds carrying the summer storms always float beautifuly over the pine trees #i hate going to the cementary #but i have to go or i start falling apart mentaly #something something man needs nature more than nature needs man #ura.txt

[babblingstacey]

Apparently Anna brought an unexpected souvenir back from Three Lakes.

That last night with Tamati resulted in a pregnancy for Anna.

She wasn't opposed to children but she did not expect it so soon. And Tamati was completely unreachable now.

#well this was unexpected #i guess we'll just roll with it #i could move Tamati into the save but honestly he wasn't my end goal #at least he was hot? #Anna'sVagabondChallenge #vagabond challenge #ts4 #round 5: Tartosa #thesims4 #ts4 gameplay #simblr #AnnaDeaton

[bkghq]

hello everyone ! how's everyone been ? i'm ( hopefully ) back, n i'll be working on new pieces soon enough :3

#ᝰ — yaya rambles! #life has been . . . funny ? alot of unexpected stuff happened #a lil update : me n my ex ( yes now ex lmao ) broke up don't wna get into detail why but ! it wasn't good #it took a toll on my mental health not bc i missed him or something but j the self doubt seed was rly deep rooted #i'm doing saur saur saurr better now ! i have some of the best people around me atm n i wna come back on here n get back 2 writing <33 #i've been keeping up w bnha ! love the eps bones have animated bakugo saur well :') #aaa that's all 4 me #how have you all been :>

[sledgehammer-to-a-discoball]

#monster is gort coded #underworld is keth coded #no longer you is durge coded #especially that part about god killing for respect that's pretty much his attitude #I'd see this as pov either after he lost durge or right at the bane tormenting him in his dreams #ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves #the thought of sleep deprivation torture for him is just so endearing to me #that man haven't got a good night's of sleep since he's been regularly ploughed #hoh wasn't a place to sleep well #neither was early weapon trade days #he for sure was playing not only jannath at one time so that was a lot of sleepless nights #moonrise is just not a best place to sleep all toghether #and how long did he actually properly lived in the city come on he is clearly delicted as a new and unexpected addition #calling durge nyquil situation for sure