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auteurdelabre · 3 months

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Daddy Morales pt. 3 Frankie!Morales x f!Reader

Daddy Morales pt 2

Rating: 18+ (seriously young ones, this AIN'T for you)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader babysitter (in her mid 20's)

Tags: switch!Frankie, daddy kink, dirty talk, infidelity, phone sex but not, masturbation, dry (but also wet?) humping,

A/n: Happy Frankie Friday!

More Frankie x babysitter smut because y'all are askin' for it. I feel real amused that my two most commented on series right now are the sleazebag ones.

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Part 3: No More

Frankie decides to end things the next time he drives you home the following week.

He hasn't fucked you, not actually sheathed himself in your pussy and he convinces himself that this isn't as bad. That he hasn't technically cheated.

But he never confesses to Carmen. What good would it do? Carmen insists they start up with marriage counseling and Frankie agrees.Their marriage counselor says he and Carmen need to work on communication. On making more time for each other's interests. On being kinder to one another.

When he tells you all of this he expects you to be upset. To scream or cry. But you do neither. You listen to him and you nod and you kiss his cheek and tell him you understand.

Frankie drives home that night relieved and yet confused.

You don't try anything when he drives you home after babysitting the following week. Or the week after that. You simply say thank you and leave the truck.

He can't stop thinking about you though. He's taken to jerking off in bed next to Carmen when she sleeps or coming in the shower with a muffled groan.

When he sees your number pop up on his phone later that month his cock actually stiffens under his jeans.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mister Morales, I'm really sorry I'm just hoping that you could come look at my sink? It's backed up. I've asked all my friends but none of them are free and I don't have the money to get a plumber out here."

"Yeah of course," Frankie says, hearing the panic in your voice. "I'll come over right away."

He heads home to grabs his toolbox. Carmen is sitting in the kitchen feeding Luca. She glances over when she sees Frankie hoisting the red box from under the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Carmen asks, her face troubled. "Did you forget we're meeting friends for dinner tonight?"

"’Course not," Frankie insists. "Just one of my old buddies sink is fucked and I'm going to help him out. I'll be back in plenty of time."

"That's really sweet of you to help your friend," Carmen says remembering what the therapist said about giving Frankie more compliments. She stands and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Shame hangs over Frankie like a cloud as he drives over to your place. He remembers what happened the last time he was there and he knows it can't happen again. He needs to give his marriage another shot.

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You're wearing a short dress and your feet are bare.

That’s the first thing Frankie notices when you open the door, grinning brightly as you greet him.

"You look nice," Frankie says, eyes sliding over your body as he walks into your space.

"Thanks I have a date," you say with a tense smile. "And thanks again for doing this. It's just there in the kitchen."

A date? Frankie hides his displeasure as you lead him into the kitchen.

You hold in a sigh as Frankie opens his toolbox and starts making noise there. His back muscles ripple as he kneels down and peers under your sink.

"I'll leave you," you breathe. "Just lemme know if you need me for anything."

You leave, trying to stop the thrumming between your legs.

Frankie leans back under the sink on his back now, looking for the leak. He spots it fairly quickly, grateful it's not a complicated job.

"Okay I need you to turn on the tap," Frankie calls out. "Need to make sure of something."

He hears you padding over. His eyes dart down to see your bare legs brushing his. You're standing hovered above his torso. His eyes travel up your bare thighs and Frankie holds in a moan when he sees your red panties fully on display under the dress. They cling to the outline of your pussy, delicious and beckoning.

"Is it working?" you ask curiously when Frankie goes quiet.

"Mhmm," Frankie nods, willing his cock to go down. "You can turn it off now."

You turn it off and walk back into the other room as Frankie tries to steady his breathing. But he can't stop thinking about those red panties. Frankie starts as his phone vibrates.

You on your way home??

Soon. Taking longer than expected

Kk. I'll just meet you at the restaurant

see you there

When he sees that the leak has been fixed and the tube tightened properly he knows he can leave. And yet he hesitates.

Don't do it.

"Just need ya to turn it on again," Frankie croaks loudly.

"Okay," you call back from the other room.

You walk back over, short skirt flipping around your hips. Again you step over him to reach the tap and again he takes the opportunity to stare at your barely covered pussy.

Frankie is laying under the sink thinking about how you're going on a date tonight. How another man is going to get to taste that cunt and it infuriates him.

You turn on the sink, legs spread as you wait for him to tell you to turn it off. Instead Frankie's hand goes to your leg, reveling in its silken texture.

"You look really nice babygirl," Frankie murmurs, his hand skimming up your calf. "Really pretty."

"You already said that," you reply shakily before moving out of Frankie's grip. Frankie can see the way your thighs press together.

"Thanks for looking at the sink" you say, smiling gently down at him. "Uh, I'm just gonna finish getting ready. Let me know if you need anything else from me."

He knows what he wants from you. What he can't have.

Frankie gathers his tools and tells himself he's going to leave. That he did this favor for you and now he has to go. But he hears the sound of you giggling in your bedroom and he follows the noise.

You're standing faced away from him looking out the window. Your cell phone is pressed to your ear.

"Yeah I'm really excited," you say, twirling your hair around your finger. You giggle into the phone and Frankie feels his stomach twist.

"Okay see you later."

You end the call and turn to see Frankie standing awkwardly in the doorframe to your bedroom.

"I'm finished up," he tells you before smiling weakly.

"Thank you so much," you tell him. Before he can stop you, you've thrown your arms around his neck. You hug him tightly and he responds immediately by wrapping his arms around you.

"I don't know what I would have done without your help. I really couldn't afford a plumber right now."

"It's no problem," Frankie assures you, still rocking you gently in his arms. "Always glad to help ya."

You hum against his neck in response and Frankie feels his resolve begin to slip. It's like he can't help himself from sliding his hands from your waist over the globe of your ass.

You don't move away, you just melt against him. His hands bring up the skirt to your waist before sliding back and feeling the smooth skin of your ass as he grabs handfuls.

The skin is so smooth and warm. He cups both cheeks in his hand, pulling them apart and watches over your shoulder as they fall back when he releases them.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Frankie murmurs as he begins to rub his front against yours.

"Doesn't feel like nothing." You sigh against his jaw. "Feels like you're waiting for something."

"For what?"

Frankie watches you slowly get down on your knees for him.

"My mouth, Daddy."

Frankie watches from under lowered lids as you begin to unzip his jeans. He feels his breathing constrict when you take him out of his boxers and his cock hangs there in front of you. It's already hard, brushing against your lower lip.

"Yeah," Frankie breathes. "I was-"

Frankie feels his pocket suddenly vibrate as a text comes through.

Carmen.

Suddenly the enormity of what he's doing is upon him and he panics.

"I'm sorry," Frankie stammers, trying to pull away. "This was a bad idea, I never should've-"

But he can't say anything more because your mouth has found the tip and begun to lightly lick.

"Just wanted to thank you for fixing my sink," you say between licks. Frankie whimpers when your mouth parts and you take his cock into your mouth, moaning as you do.

Frankie feels his head tilting back and he grabs the doorframe for support as all the blood in his body rushes between his legs.

"Fuck.... Babygirl your mouth ..." Frankie groans as you suck him deeper. "So good."

His eyes crack open and he holds in a sigh when he sees you there on your knees with your eyes looking up at him, pretty mouth stuffed full. He wants to enjoy it more but his pocket is vibrating again. Frankie stiffens all over, panic swirling.

Not thinking he pulls it from his pocket and you pull off of him, irritated.

Where are you?

Before he can reply you take the phone from him and toss it under the bed. Frankie watches it vibrate a moment before you're back licking him.

"Carmen is waiting for me," Frankie explains, feeling helpless as your hand slides up under his t-shirt to splay across his belly, relishing in the hard curve there.

"She can wait."

"Babygirl, I have to leave," Frankie whimpers, watching your mouth bob along his cock. He hisses when you pull off of him, your mouth wet with saliva.

"You really wanna go?" You ask dragging your tongue along his shaft. Frankie whimpers when your tongue flicks the underside of the head.

"I should-"

"You don't wanna fuck my mouth?" You ask, mouth sucking the tip lightly. "You don't wanna come on my tongue?"

"I fucking do," Frankie almost whines, knowing he has to leave but now you've started bobbing your head as you stroke the base of him.

"Don't go then," you say around his cock. "Need you here."

You’re so fucking good at this. Your mouth and tongue are making him dizzy with need.

"Okay baby," Frankie relents, hips rocking towards you. "Just can't fuck you with my cock."

You smile nodding and when he comes down your throat moments later you swallow deeply and grin up at him.

"Let's lay in bed for a bit," you say, finger curling into the neck of his t-shirt and tugging him to the bed. He follows after you like a puppy, no hesitation in him whatsoever. He’s so fucking easy sometimes.

You’ve set up a mirror against the wall across from your bed. Frankie notices this when he crawls onto the bed next to you. It makes him wonder if you’d planned to bring your date back here tonight to fuck in front of it. The thought flames his insides with a roaring jealousy.

You tell him to strip and you lean back against your headboard. That's when you decide you want him to lay back against you like before, nestled between your legs. You tell him to make himself come for you.

He does twice.

It's a while of this before you decide you need a water break.

"If I leave now I can still make dessert," Frankie tells you tired and panting and covered in his own spend.

"I'm not done playing," you say pouting and stroking your hand through his curls. His baseball hat lies on the floor beside your bed, forgotten between rounds.

"I'm already two hours late," Frankie insists. You give his hair a tug and he groans in pleasure. "My wife-"

"Isn't here," you tell him as you position yourself to sitting over his lap. Frankie lets you maneuver his wrists above his head, looking up at you with glazed dark brown eyes.

"You really wanna leave, Daddy?"

"I need to baby," Frankie says groaning gently as your hips roll over his. "I've been here for hours."

"Who do you really want to be with tonight?"

"You," Frankie says it without even thinking. It comes rushing out like a released breath of much needed air.

You smile victorious. You pull your dress up over your head, leaving you naked save for your panties. Frankie groans aloud at the sight of your exposed body, hands twitching at his sides.

"Daddy I don't think you want to leave," you tell him as you slowly twist until you're on his lap facing away from him.

"I don't," Frankie echoes, feeling his hardening cock balanced against the outside of your panties. He can feel the damp heat between your legs and he groans. His hands fly to your waist, squeezing gently.

"No" you tell him, hips rolling over him. "You don't. You wanna keep laying there feeling my pussy."

Frankie is transfixed by the way you're arching for him. His eyes go to the mirror on the opposite wall, watching your bare tits bouncing as you undulate against him.

"I-I can’t fuck you, baby."

"I'll keep my panties on," you tell him in a hush as you glance over your shoulder at him. "Then its okay, I promise."

You shuffle backwards, ass dragging over the head of his stiffened cock. Frankie moans as you start to roll your hips. He can feel your sweet wet cunt under the fabric.

"Shouldn't be doing this," Frankie murmurs even as he thrusts up lightly between your ass cheeks, his cock rubbing harshly against the lace of your panties.

"But you are," you tell him, your voice breathy. "And you're not gonna stop are you?"

Frankie watches his cock slide between your clothed ass cheeks, looking debauched but delicious.

"She's waiting for me."

"You're already late," you groan as his cock moves against the panties giving delicious friction. A bright red slash of lace against his rigid cock. "No point."

Frankie's cock throbs as you moan, your ass swirling against it. He grabs handfuls of your ass in his broad hands, gripping it and marveling at how enticing it looks in his palms. He gives your left cheek a swift snap, drawing a quaking groan from you.

"You're so fucking hot," Frankie grunts. "Lemme go under babygirl."

"Said you couldn't fuck me, remember?"

"Just a little, just to feel you. Won't go all the way in," Frankie pleads. "Daddy needs it."

You look at him over your shoulder, eyes half lidded in desire. Frankie feels like his body is on fire.

"Just a little under," you tell him, arching, bouncing your ass on his hips. "Not too much."

"Thank you, thank you," Frankie pants, as he tugs your panties to the side.

You give a needy whimper just as your phone begins to ring. Frankie is distracted as you lean over to grab it from your side table. You look at the number and give a little giggle.

"Better keep quiet, Daddy," you tease just as you hit the speakerphone button and Frankie looks up.

“What’re-”

"Hi Mrs. Morales," you say cheerfully, watching Frankie's eyes go wide from over your shoulder and he loses his hold on your panties. He goes to pull back but your ass drops, pressing his cock against your clothed pussy.

"Hi," Carmen says and Frankie can hear the sound of the restaurant in the background. "Is now a good time?"

Frankie shakes his head no but you just drag your pussy over the head of his cock slowly, the head catching the edge of the panties and allowing him to graze a sliver of your bare cunt. Frankie holds in a groan of pleasure at the sensation. He's never been this close to it.

"Yeah now's a great time."

"I know you're sitting for us on Saturday but I wanted to know if you're free on Wednesday as well?" Carmen asks. "I'm trying hot yoga that night, it's just from seven to eight but I figure I'll go out for drinks with the girls after."

You make a humming noise as you listen. Frankie keeps his hands on your ass, trying not to thrust but finding it impossible when he can feel how wet you are. You grip him, holding him in place as you slide the seam of your cunt along his cock. He watches your ass bounce against him, looking so good.

"Mr. Morales isn't around?" You say, keeping your voice even as you start to rub your clothed pussy over Frankie's cock more aggressively. He tries to pull back, tries to stop himself but then Frankie feels you tug your panties to the side and now his head hits the wet slit of your cunt.

Heaven.

He tilts back into the pillow as he slides along it, you shifting just enough to make sure he can't enter you. Carmen is a distant memory, his cock absolutely throbbing as you glide along him.

"Frankie?" Carmen scoffs. "I can't count on him for anything. Plus Wednesday nights he's usually with the guys playing pool. So are you free?"

Frankie watches you get a look in your eyes, a sometimes mischievous look that makes his stomach tighten in anticipation. You circle the head of his cock with your pussy, grazing but not letting him inside.

"Yeah, I'm free. I'll see you Wednesday at seven."

"Thanks so much. Have a good night."

"Have a nice night Mrs. Morales."

That's enough," you tell him breathlessly after you end the call. Frankie whines as you tug his cock out from inside your panties

"Daddy needs to fuck you," Frankie whimpers, no longer thinking of the consequences. He lets out a shuddering moan when you pull yourself off his lap.

"Can't fuck me," you tell him with a smile before you glance at the mirror facing your bed. He sees the small curl of your lips. "Lean back a little bit, Daddy. Babygirl will take care of you."

Frankie lays flat on his back eagerly. His large cock is wet and rosy at the tip, aching for your touch. His head is propped slightly on the pillow, allowing him to see into the mirror as you smile at him.

You give him a wink before shuffling backwards on your knees until you're seated on his lower belly. Frankie watches this, his large eyes wide in anticipation. He's confused when you lean back atop of him, your head nestling just under his chin.

Your ass is pressed into his hips, your legs on either side of his narrow hips. Your thighs hold Frankie's cock between them. You search for Frankie's eyes in the mirror.

"Can you see, Daddy?"

Frankie takes a shuddering breath. "Yeah."

"You don't get to come inside," your whisper, hand coming to gently pat Frankie's cheek above you. "But you can make yourself come between my legs."

Frankie feels his cock twitch violently at this.

"C'mon Daddy," you say arching against his chest. "Want you to come on my pussy."

Frankie begins to thrust his cock up between your thighs, his breathing sharp in your ear. He holds your waist, hips canting up as he watches in the mirror.

"Spread your legs for me," Frankie groans into your ear. "Daddy wants to see"

You do as he asks, legs spreading. Frankie isn't satisfied, his large hands go to grip your thighs, parting them further as he fucks between your pussy lips, your panties the only barrier.

"Oh fuck yeah," Frankie groans as he watches your soaked panties rasp against his weeping cock.

You feel a tingle race through your body at the sensation. The head keeps rubbing against your clit with every swipe. It makes you cry out his name, hips rutting into the air. He sees your tits bouncing with every thrust he gives you and it makes his cock throb.

"That's my fucking girl," Frankie says with a purr. "So fucking wet."

You feel Frankie fumbling with the fabric of your underwear and you know exactly what he's after when the head of his cock slips underneath.

"Should stop," you slur, eyes barely open, arms loosely at your sides. "S'bad, Daddy."

Despite your feeble chastising, you make no attempt to stop Frankie as he slides the side of his cock between the lips of your pussy.

"Just a little baby," Frankie pants. "Won't go inside but I gotta feel your pussy."

"Daddy," you whine.

"Gonna come in your panties," Frankie tells you, watching his cock jumping beneath the fabric.

"No, I wanna see it," you murmur. "Wanna watch you come."

Frankie gives a small grunt before pulling at your panties. You help him shift them down your legs and then he's back pumping between your thighs.

"That's right," Frankie says, pulling your thighs apart himself so he can watch the lurid view of him fucking between the seam of your pussy. "Daddy gets to come on this sweet cunt tonight doesn't he?"

You feel the bulbous head of his cock nudging at your entrance, begging to be welcomed into your wet heat. You want to, you really do. But you’re not doing it now, not in a rush without thinking about it. You know Frankie would let the guilt eat him alive.

"Daddy you're getting too close," you say, feeling the head start to breach your cunt. His hands are on your breasts, kneading them, fingertips teasing the nipples into painful strains. It’s overwhelming and so fucking hot to you. To know that you can’t fuck but that you’re dangerously close to doing so.

"I don't care," Frankie tells you, his forehead shining with sweat as he fucks between your thighs. "You're mine tonight."

"No," you say, twisting so he can't enter you. "Daddy, don't be bad."

Frankie wants to fuck right into you but he holds back at your protestation. Instead he fucks between your thighs with gusto, gasping against your temple as he comes.

You watch the lurid spray of come shoot up, dribbling over your bare pussy in warm ropes. Frankie watches it too, eyes wide with desire. He holds your legs open, watching your mixed arousal drip down your pussy over the bed sheet below. He's never seen anything sexier in his entire life.

“That was so fucking good,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “So good baby. But I should go.”

“I think you’re a bit too late for that,” you giggle.

He looks at your face in the reflection, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. His eyes shift to the clock on the wall that reads the late hour. He’s missed the entire dinner with Carmen and her friends. That’s when Frankie realizes the power you hold over him.

That’s when he realizes he's totally fucked.

#Frankie Friday #frankie morales x you #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #catfish #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales #fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #smut

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maccharliedennis · 9 months

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Charlie is CANONICALLY, IN CONTEXT, some version of trans/nb and it is great

<3 sorry to say but if you disagree with that then you are just disagreeing with literal actual canon and might also be bad at media analysis!

Just because Charlie does not look directly into the camera and say "I, Charlie Kelly, identify as a trans person" doesn't mean that it is not CANNONICALLY TRUE.

He literally identifies as a woman occasionally. Sorry if you don't like that and not sorry if you don't like trans people existing in your media.

Does Charlie look like a complete weirdo when he says he only identifies as a woman when he goes to the bathroom? Uh yeah dude. That is because....Charlie Kelly? IS a complete weirdo. The joke here is not "lol trans women are freaks!" Its "charlie is a weirdo" and also (IN CONTEXT) "charlie is blurring the lines between what the gang thinks to be an Acceptable Trans Person and a Weirdo Trans Person". And in the end, the Gang has to concede to Charlie. They realize that the lines are SO BLURRY and SO UNDEFINIABLE that they determine the only way to make things fair is to create gender neutral bathrooms.

The ending of this episode is meant to be PRO-TRANS.

"But but but!" You may say "the whole point of the show is that they are bad people! Which MEANS that their debate is being framed to be ANTI-TRANS since they end up being accepting!"

Sorry but thats also false! And again, not good media analysis! Yes, The Gang are horrible people. But are they ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS in the wrong??? NO! They are not ALWAYS in the wrong! A stopped clock is right twice a day!!

Here's a great fucking example: The episode "Dee Gives Birth"

Y'all remember THIS MOMENT?

Awwww! This is beautiful, touching stuff! The Gang has their breath taken away by the idea of a baby being added to their weird little family. <3

But if the Gang is meant to be ALWAYS IN THE WRONG, then....this is saying what exactly?? That it's wrong to be emotionally touched by the birth of a child? No. Because that would make no fucking sense. (And also this is another huge pro-trans moment in the show. Dee's baby is adopted by Carmen and everyone agrees that she will be a wonderful mother)

Apply that same logic to The Gang Solves the Bathroom Problem and you can clearly see that the Gang are meant to be WEIRDOS but not CURRENTLY IN THE WRONG.

If your understanding of this show begins and ends with "The Gang is Always Wrong so anything they say and do must also Always be Wrong" then you have an extremely surface level take on it.

And y'know what else? Charlies gender is affirmed AGAIN in "A Womans Right to Chop" during the conversation with the veterinarian! Mac says that "Gender is so old school" and Charlie adds "Like, I dont even identify.,,.," before he trails off.

What could the ending of that sentence be, I wonder? What is the ONLY THING that could make sense IN CONTEXT that has already been confirmed previously about his gender???? If you cannot INFER THAT INFORMATION FROM THE CONTEXT OF THE CONVERSATION, then maybe you are not very good at picking up on subtext.

And again!!! The joke here isn't meant to be "haha they are dumb and so are trans people, dont they sound stupid?" The joke is "Mac and Charlie are having a bizarre debate about this dogs ability to give birth in front of a complete stranger and are forgoing dozens of societal conventions to do so" and "Mac and Charlie are projecting their own feelings about gender onto a dog whom is not even able to conceptualize gender".

Long story short: Charlie is canonically trans/nb and it was confirmed TWICE and it is not meant to be portrayed as a bad thing to be and the creators are all pro-trans so suck my fuck! If you don't like it, you can go jerk off ur friend dumpledore or something!!!

#iasip #charlie kelly #always sunny #its always sunny in philadelphia #moi

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harlivycentral · 13 days

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Also can I just say I looooove Howard's Harley Quinn run so much 😭 From the beginning, Howard's run has brought back elements of Harley's character that I love and had missed. I loved the way her first issue leaned into the looney-tunes-esque element of Harley, the way we saw her pull out her big hammer again, the way Bud & Lou were back, the way it at once illustrated her tendency toward criminal mischief and her PhD credentials, etc. This most recent issue (#38) feels like it just cements everything I've loved about Howard's run, which is that she has obvious respect and love for all the iterations of Harley that came before and has used them to create a Harley run that is distinctly her own at the same time. Seeing the panel with all of her friends from various runs gathered for her birthday party made me so emotional--it really felt like not only a fun way to honor the history of the character but also to affirm how many people (in-universe and in her readership) love her!

I loved how Howard brought back Carmen & Bonny, mentioned their "sleepover days," and made them explicitly lesbian. Since the beginning, Harley's had this tongue-in-cheek gay undertone to her character, and revisiting a story line from her first solo run that felt soooo gay while being so not felt like a fun way to nod to that history; making Carmen & Bonny explicitly lesbian felt like a celebration of the fact that we don't have to dwell in subtext for Harley anymore!

I've really loved the way Harley & Ivy have been written in Howard's run. Obviously I think the breakup storyline in Phillips' run was probably more editorial than her own choice, but it's been so satisfying to finally settle into Ivy & Harley FINALLY being a canonical couple AND not instantly broken up. I've really enjoyed the way Howard has explored their relationship and at once explored the way Harley's past with Joker still impacts her while also showing that it doesn't define her. (As a side note, I think a lot of the Harlivy content in the Harley: Black & White & Redder series did an amazing job of exploring that too <3)

I really liked the conversation Ivy & Harley had about the whole concept of "hero vs villain" not making sense to them. I think that's been a pretty clear stance of Howard's since the start of her run, but it's nice to see her have FUN with the character, and I'm excited to see Harley hopefully unleash a bit in the next few issues. It's been fun to have her mallet and hyenas back, and now to have the return of her iconic original costume! Again, I feel like Howard has a real sense of balance in writing this plotline: it's clear that we're not going back to the same emotional place that Harley was in when she first went around in her jester suit with a big mallet and a couple of hyenas, and I'm sure we'll see her out of the suit/continuing to explore teaching as well/etc. I like that we get PARTS of Kessel & Doddson's run mixed in with others. I like that Howard also brought Kevin back in a significant role for the conclusion of this last arc, and I was so right to make this post honestly at the beginning of her run--I think she has expanded on the emotional kernels in Palmiotti & Conner's run.

Idk, Harley has just meant a lot to me personally, and I remember reading her comics not so long ago when it felt like so much of what I loved about her had to remain subtext, or was spread out disparately over so many different runs. I just love love love to see it all being so loving solidified and explored in this run! And it's FUN to read! And the art is pretty! I honestly got emotional reading issues 37 & 38 because Harley feels very much like a Real Person to me in a way that few other fictional characters do, and these past few issues have really honored all of that growth and complexity that used to feel more weaved together by fans! Love love love Harley and also y'all xoxo

#Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn 30 #honestly just came on here to ramble about all my feelings about the ongoing comics tonight apparently #would love to hear anyone's thoughts if ya wanna gab back via the inbox or dms etc #i keep gaining followers while i'm not posting but i'm not sure which of you are real blogs versus bots lol hiiiiiii

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scattered-winter · 11 months

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Song rec rating game: (sorry my taste is a little eclectic, and there's a lot of songs here, but I'm curious)

-some of us by starsailor

-make me lose control by Eric Carmen

-oh, what a life by American authors

-saved my life by Andy Grammer ft rehab

-yakety yak by the coasters

-ain't it fun by Paramore

-black and white by restless heart

-old number 7 by devil makes three

-just breathe by pearl jam

-goodbye earl by the chicks

-all of the stars by Glenn and ronan

-dr feelgood by motley crue

-y'all come back saloon by the oak ridge boys

-friends in low places by garth brooks

OHOHO TY FOR ALL THESE!!!!!!! this is gonna get long w the links + reactions so I'll put them under a cut!

music rec ask game

I like it!! it's not really something I'd go out of my way to find but I enjoyed it a lot <3

another one I liked!! I don't feel as strongly about this one just because it sounds like something you'd hear in a store which just reminds me of my customer service job a few years ago </3 but retail-related ptsd aside it's a vibe!!!!

this is my fav so far i think!!!! absolutely filled to the BRIM with good vibes <333

OH NVM THIS IS MY FAV !! idk what it is about this one but the instruments and the beat kinda just Scratch An Itch. idk <333

OOOH THIS ONE IS SOOO FUN I LOVE IT !!!!! the harmonies are super cool and i looooove the drumset and saxophone <333 i don't usually listen to this kinda music but tbh i think i might need to find more like this because this is NEAT

oooooh I like this one also !!!!!

this was a vibe !!!!!!

i've been meaning to get into country music (other than the nationalist christian stuff on the radio that i can't stand) but i LOVE THIS. def gonna check out this artist to find more !!

oooh i love the instruments and drums in this one !!

oohoho!!!! i love the lyrics in this one!! i saw an acoustic version also that im def gonna try out later :]

dr feelgood (motley crue)

OOOH THAT GUITAR <3333333

y'all come back saloon (the oak ridge boys)

OUGH this one was sooo nostalgic <333 this is the kind of music my dad would always listen to when i was a kid!!!!

friends in low places (garth brooks)

not really something I'd go out of my way to find but I enjoyed !!!! i do remember this was on a 911 episode once ghlsdghsl

#TY TY FOR ALL THESE RECS MWAH <333 #im putting a lot of these on my work playlist <3 #skylarisaturtle

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keeneschoices · 3 years

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"Is it weird that our wife has more chemistry with our exes than we do?"

- Johnny and Daniel about Amanda at some point, probably

#cobra kai #lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #amanda larusso #daniel/johnny/amanda #do they have a ship name?#someone let me know if u know their ship name #but y'all know i'm right #amanda had so much chemistry with ali and carmen #it was amazing #hopefully we'll see more of that in s4 #also makes me wonder what would happen if she ever met kumiko #and i can't remember if we ever see her meet shannon?#but they clearly get along

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thestral-queen-rules · 3 years

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400 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION (closed)

Hello!!! Thank you all for supporting me!! Thank you for being here with me all these days. my moodboard challenge has ended successfully a few days ago. A very big thanks to everyone who stayed with me throughout the challenge. It was really fun and I enjoyed it a lot. I really wanna celebrate this milestone but I've got school. but I'm not gonna give y'all up too. this celebration is too simple. once again, thank y'all very much. Lots of love, take care♡　　

Send me a:

👻 - tell me about yourself (like, your favorite things to do, personality,character, etc) , and I'll give you a inspiration for Halloween costume .(specify the gender and also if you want it as a couple costume or friends gang costume or both) <3

🎃 - and tell me about the activities that you've planned for this Halloween, and I'll make a "what your snapchat story would look like" thingy with 9 pictures (also specify the gender if you want)

🕯-tell me about yourself (like, your favorite things to do, personality,character, etc) , and I'll give you a inspiration for Diwali outfit .( also specify the gender)

🍁- and tell me about the activities that you've planned for this Diwali , and I'll make a "what your snapchat story would look like" thingy with 9 pictures (also specify the gender if you want)

🥧 - (to the foodies out there) tell me about your food preference, (sweet or spicy, tangy or juicy) and I'll make a moodboard of Halloween treats that'll make you drool just by seeing it (or maybe not)

🥘 - (to the foodies out there) tell me about your food preference, (sweet or spicy, tangy or juicy) and I'll make a moodboard of Diwali treats that'll make you drool just by seeing it (or maybe not)

☕- for a cozy autumn or fall playlist

Remember that you can ask for more than one of any of these. I'm really excited !!! Eekk

@elentiyathemoonelf @the-poet-who-bleed-her-agony @ya-boi-leto @silky-moon @samalaingik @i-wanna-b-yours @thebengalurubisexual @chandanbala @leenkiyakepapahihihi @telugumeow @asperargus @adoginthemanger @sabrxnaa-blog @paranoidnihilist @storm-of-ruination @sarcasm-caffeine-and-chaos @wolfstarrysky @carmen-riddle @rainbowsnowflake @crazy-beautiful @book-dragon-not-worm @guerrera-3010 @slytherinicequeen @wornoutconversegirl @wowyoufeelorphic @cupids-crystals @kajukatliontop @shirothestrangewolf @edeneko @lemonphrog @metalvenomludens7 @jugn00 @tonicaballos @nacho08 @starviki @stolen-kisses-pretty-lies @seekerbrave @the-stars-love-us @smr-the-tired-crackhead @crystal-the-carrot @maccharfucker @blndbandt @simpingforwillsolace @cipher-dorito @romanian-longhorn @charme-de-malchan @justalonelywriter @curious-fruitcake @suvarnarekha @justalonelywriter

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alexiaugustin · 3 years

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good morning mutuals and everyone else on tumblr who is cool and made my year! this is gonna be my mutuals appreciation post 2020 because if anything good happened this year then it's getting to know all of you guys so there's that. i love you all so so sooo much and always love to see y'all and your gif sets / memes / crack posts /rants / edits and so on and so forth on my dash. you made this year beautiful and i just wanna thank u for that!💘💘 (also im sorry if the picture above activates anyone's fight response i just thought that it would fit if i went back to where it all started)

@engelkeijsers mare my love i don't even have words to describe how much i love you and am happy to have you in my life. i consider you one of my closest friends by now and that's why i always message you whenever exciting shit happens in my life (or whenever shit goes down that ofc depends🤪). our phone calls were so fucking funny and i loved talking to you sooo much i can't wait to meet you in real life one day!!💖 please feel hugged you're such a beautiful human.

@dreamaur ann my beloved mutual i love you from the bottom of my heart and just wanna thank you for being the cute bitch that u are who always remembers our mutuals anniversary like....🥺🥺 i just love that we always watch and read and stan the same things like what kind of soulmutuals behavior is this?. can't wait for s&b to air so we can always freak out about kaz and inej and everyone else together. i'm kissing your cheek and wish you the absolute best for 2021 because u deserve the best😽

@sotorubio silja i love you and your blog so much you just have such a galaxy brain and you're so eloquent and your blog is one of the few that i check on regularly because i don't wanna miss a single post you make. here's a fun fact before i properly got to know you i thought that you were sooo intimating i don't even know why and then we started talking at some point and i was like "hold on a second they are SO lovely and warm actually and not intimating at all hdhdh" as you might have figured out by now i always love talking to you about skames or rant about 13rw and everything else. i just love u!!!🧡

@helmtaryn aurore you are probably the first person who ever started talking to me on here and so it all began and we always talked abt skam france before s6 started and during and you're just such a wonderful person!! thank you for always being there for me and helping me with my french homework i truly cannot thank you enough for that because you're constantly saving my ass jdhd. you're just so fun to talk to and such a talented gif maker like... for real your gif sets always knock me out and you're always so original in what you gif🥺❣

@geminibf i know i've told you that before but your blog is my comfort blog on here literally just seeing your posts on my dash always makes my day and you're one of the most beautiful ppl i've ever known like how do you even manage to do that🥺💘 plus you're sooo talented at this point im convinced that there's absolutely nothing that you cannot do so yeah i have no idea where this sentence is going but i guess what im trying to tell u is that i love u and im so happy to be ur friend

@alterlovex niiiii❣❣❣ you're not even like a tumblr mutual you're like my tumblr sister (figure out what the hell this is supposed to mean jdjd) and you were one of the first people who hyped my stupid posts up and it always made me go 🥺😭. i started following you despite the fact that u had a wtfock icon (honorary) and i absolutely never regretted it. you're so beautiful and warm and so is your blog and i will try to talk more to u again in 2021. im virtually sending you so many flowers🌷🌻🌸💐

@jorgecrespo you're just the coolest bitch alive. i followed you for your skam rankings and stayed for your whole entire personality. every post you make truly just slaps, you never miss, and i relate to you so much jdjd. the way you answer anon messages will forever be my favorite thing about your blog and just the way you talk in general like without even seeing your url i always know when it's you who wrote a post. i love you❕❕💖

@jusdekiwi you and aurore are the reason why french people deserve rights, you are such a lovely and genuine person and i absolutely love you and your chill vibes on your blog. also thank you for helping me out with my french homework thingy once like. thank you so so much for being so lovely and taking your time julia!🌻

@suburbanenigma carmen i love you and all of your posts and just the vibes on your blog!!! also omfg your riverdale side blog always makes me laugh soo much i truly cannot wait for s5 to air so we can make fun of it together because i will live blog the shit out of it too!! you're just one of the coolest bitches ever i don't know how else to say it. i love you and cant wait to talk to you more next year. you're such a blessing for this hellsite🦋✨

@sundaymorninghangover julian you are one of my oldest friends on here and i've loved you ever since i found your blog and figured out that u were a part of the having taste club (skames fandom) too!! you're so chill!!! i love your brain!! i love your posts!!! and most importantly i love you. please keep on blessing my dash with your cool posts because they are definitely appreciated and loved in this house. also i miss your frog icon (please don't hit me in case it wasn't a frog) it just spoke volumes about your vibes but i love ur new one too!! still associate the purple heart with you so here it is 💜💜

@lesbeanfatou clara you simply are an angel. you used to have a nora grace icon and i went: that's it, she's the one, she has taste im gonna follow!! and look it was one of the best decisions ever. you're my favorite chaotic n cool mosquito hater and i just love you so much and you made my year beautiful!! thank you for always listening to me when i came into your inbox to have a break down (positive or negative) over the we feel in love in october girl and thank you for teaching me how make edits!!!💐💘

@aoixe you're one of my favorite skamfr hate blogs and certain men hate blogs (if u know u know) i always love talking and ranting with you and am so glad that we're sometimes just dming!! you're vibes are so cool a d you seem like such a chill person i love you and wish you all the best for 2021!!❣❣

@fatoudixon ana i love you and your blog so so much and especially your druck reaction videos on youtube!! you seem like such a genuine and beautiful person and even though we're not talking much please just know that im always happy to see you on my dash. happy new year to you!!💘💘

@cash-queens sam🥺 you're so sweet and kind this hell site truly doesn't even deserve you but we all love that you're here anyway!! i would protect you with my life and i hope that we will get to talk more in 2021 because you're such a lovely person and for now im just gonna wish u a happy new year✨

@avaceleste sophiaaa💌 you've been here ever since the very beginning of skamfr season 6 and i always love talking to you and long live our eliola jokes, you were probably the person i started this cult with so here is our eliola emoji starterpack one more time in 2020 💏🌧🎬

@hashtag-ohboy-nicetry i have no idea whose side blog this was but the url alone made my entire year🤭🤞

@ random love anon❤ i love you and hope that 2021 will be a good year for you because you absolutely deserve it!!! wishing u nothing but the best i always love to see you around!💐💘

all the other amazing blogs i love and am always happy to see on my dash (doesn't matter if we're mutuals or not)

@floraflorenzi / @bi-kieu-my / @gumptin / @thegirlnooneknows5 / @littleweirdoss / @sohereisthisasshole / @noramachwtz / @nori-in-pink / @ayellowcurtain / @mailinrichter / @ijzermanora / @fudgetunblr / @lesbianfatous / @norgestan / @cfgc / @avaspereira / @theflowerisblue / @smblmn / @jon-astronaut / @amiraamore / @parelmoer / @stqrz 💘❣💐🦋💌🌸

i wish all of you a very happy new year and thank you for all of your gifs, posts, translations, fanfics & edits you all truly make this place beautiful❕💘

#mutuals appreciation #i rly hope that i didn't forget anyone

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spiralingsights · 3 years

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"teasing each other good-naturedly" SO you and your f/os

[ SO true bestie and since i'm rewatching Carmen Sandiego i'll give you smth with Shadowsan webwebwjfew ]

[ teasing each other good-naturedly ]

[ Characters: Shadowsan, Songbird ]

[ Warnings: if y'all say ANYTHING about Shadowsan being an old man. just remember that i also f/o Maelstrom ]

"So do you always dress like a straight dad, or is this a special occasion?" Songbird asked as he sat down across from his former coworker at the small table in the equally small coffee shop they'd agreed to meet up in.

He couldn't see it, because of the sunglasses Shadowsan wore, but he was almost one hundred percent sure that he'd rolled his eyes at the jab.

"I see your insults are just as bad as ever," Shadowsan replied, taking a sip from his coffee.

There was that witty comeback Songbird had been missing all these years. Teasing had been common between the two when they worked together, but after Songbird had to fake his death, they stopped talking.

The way they immediately fell into the same old banter was comforting. Like returning to a routine that you missed. Or an old friend, he supposed.

"It's good to see you again. I wish it wasn't for business," Songbird said after a moment, giving Shadowsan a genuine smile. "Though, I'll take any chance to beat you at your own game again, old man."

Like a rare ray of sunshine, Shadowsan gave a small smile at that. "Right. I'm sure you'll run circles around me."

Yeah. There was nothing better than remembering that you were in love.

#really short but sweet <3 #scrap.writing #asky doo #anon

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thethistlegirlwrites · 4 years

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Whumptober day 23 (exhaustion)

Today’s prompt seemed like a good time for some very tired junior hunter John!

John thought he was ready for the night patrols. He's spent his share of late nights in high school, up until midnight or later for theater rehearsals and shows. He's taken nine months of classes at the Amarillo Academy, getting up as sun dips below the horizon and going to bed just as the desert begins to turn gold. But nothing prepared him for his first night on patrol.

It's not that it was an eventful night. Amarillo has a low vamp incident rate compared to most large cities. For one thing, it's too sunny to be a really popular destination. For another, it's got one of the oldest established agencies in the world. It has three reasonably large covens and a lot of loners, all of whom are usually just looking to lie low in a sunny city where they won't be threatened. Still, there's no telling when violence will break out. Especially with the trade in illegal substances over the border. Since the fae became common knowledge, the Damiana trade has sprung up almost overnight. Not that no one was moving it before, but now it's a flood. And covens saw the chance to make some money, just like the human cartels. So the entire patrol is spent on the razor edge of awareness. John strains his ears for the faintest hints of movement or conversation, and his eyes to see through the glare of the street lights into alleys and doorways. He's jumpy, tensing at every sound, hand twitching and ready to fly for his stakes or his Bowie knife or the new ten-foot silver laced whip that he perfected his skill with in the Academy. By the time their pagers ping out the UV alerts telling them vampires are no longer able to roam the streets with their powers intact, John feels like he's run a marathon. His muscles are quivering, he's jumping at shadows, and he feels like he could sleep for a week. But there's still reports to fill out when they get back. The second he sits down in his partner's car, he wants to doze off. He keeps blinking as they speed up and slow down, the city slowly coming alive with car horns and pedestrians. He keeps leaning forward against the seat belt and then sitting back up straight with a jerk. "Tired?" his training mentor, Jupe Garcia, asks with a knowing grin. "It'll take it out of you till you adjust." He turns on the air conditioning, letting it blast out of the vents with the fan running at full speed. "That's why we don't let y'all cadets drive your own cars for the first few weeks." John thinks of his Mustang, sitting in the shed at home, and nods. He'd definitely have crashed it, the way he's feeling right now. By the time they get back to the agency, he's steadily blinking, and the minute he's out of the car he makes a beeline for the break room and the row of coffeemakers on the counter that have been humming away since before sundown. Even with five of them running there's a line, mostly other cadets in the same situation, whose patrol blocks were closer to the agency. There's no favoritism showed even to the bluebloods, John's assignment was totally random, just like anyone else's. He stands in line, leaning on a wall, until one of the coffeemakers opens up. He pours himself a mug of the thick sludge from the bottom of the pot, and after reading the tattered sign over top, "If you use the last cup, make another pot" pulls out the can of grounds to start a new batch. When he's started the coffee he heads out to check his gear. Garcia's already inside, having parked and checked over the car. That's one of the few jobs that cadets don't get handed from their superiors. Car checks are done by the owner, since they know the vehicle inside and out. Special weapons are also checked and logged by the person who uses them. But the general armory gear, John is expected to handle for both himself and his training officer. Garcia walks him through the inspection and log process, for which John is grateful. He knows that there are some training officers who prefer making the cadets learn through experience. They usually don't last long in the job as a result, but there is the chance of getting one. Garcia seems more than happy to make sure John understands the process by demonstrating it. After they've checked their gear, Garcia sends him to the office to grab report sheets, and when he meets John at his tiny cubicle desk in the main floor offices, he's holding two mugs of coffee. John doesn't tell him he already got one, it seems rude to refuse and besides, he's still drowsy. Reports, he knows how to fill out. Dad made sure of that since John was old enough to make full sentences. He crams a detailed account of the night's activities, in scrawling half-cursive script, into the narrow lines on the front of the paper. They had no major incidents to report, but he details their surveillance of a potential dead drop site on the reverse side of the sheet. "How was the first night, son?" He jumps slightly at the sound of Dad's voice. He's leaning on the edge of the cubicle, his red hair spiky from running his fingers through it, a pen tucked behind his ear over his glasses. "Pretty boring. Which is a good thing." Dad glances at his report, then runs a hand through his hair again. "You're squishing all your letters again." For a second, John feels like he's five again, sitting at the kitchen table. He knows his scrawl is messy. Especially tonight, when he's so tired the words blur. Dad chuckles. "I'm just teasing. Besides, Walker needs something to keep him on his toes." He starts filling out the mileage and fuel reimbursements log (not that he needs to, Garcia will be the one actually submitting one, but it's good practice) when Momma shows up. Her hair is falling out of its long braid, the few traces of silver visible in what strands are falling into her face. There's a bruise on her cheekbone and a cut on the back of her left hand. Her night must have been more exciting. "Good first night?" She asks, setting down a mug of coffee on his desk with a thump that barely avoids sloshing any over the edges. "Thought you might need something to keep you awake through the reports." "Thanks." John's already feeling jittery, so he doesn't plan on drinking much of that, but he appreciates the gesture. "Dad wanted to take you out for breakfast to celebrate your first night on the job, but I told him you'd just want to crash for the day." John nods. "I do. Thanks." Momma's well aware of how rough the first field days can be, and he appreciates her experience. She waves her own reports, which include an intake form for seized contraband. "Alright, I'm off to go add enough detail to these to satisfy the evidence log files." She pushes herself off the desk with a level of bounce and energy that John hopes he'll someday be able to have after a night on the job. He's not sure how he ends up downing the whole mug Momma left, but by the time he's done with his paperwork, the mug is empty and his handwriting has gone from chicken scratch to code. He's glad the report he was practicing on isn't one that he has to hand in. He grabs his jacket off the back of the chair and walks out to the garage, finding Momma's rust-brown Cadillac and opening it with his key, then climbing in the back. He settles into the passenger side window seat, where he's sat ever since he can remember. Carmen's spot is on the other side, there's a spot of bright red nail polish on the door handle where she was doing them last minute before a school presentation so she'd remember not to bite them. And Gabe always sits in the middle. He's not sure he'll be able to sleep. He feels like he can see sounds and his hands are visibly shaking. All that caffeine was a bad idea. He sighs, leans his head on the window, and closes his eyes. Because if he can't sleep, tomorrow night is really going to suck. He spends the next five hours between the bathroom and his bed, and the next night on patrol reminding himself that as exhausted as he is, more than one cup of coffee is going to be something he regrets. He's learned his lesson.

Taglist: @nade2308 @cmvorra @bands-space-and-monsters-oh-my @catwingsathena @asloudasalone @anguishmacgyver @flowing-river24 @myhusbandsasemni @floh673 @teddythecat1234 @bkworm4life4

#Whumptober 2020 #day 23 #exhaustion #magic & silver #john stoker #my oc #vampire hunters

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nadja-chamack16 · 4 years

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Side With The Height

Authors note: lmao I was supposed to post this basically years ago :/ (more like a month ago) but I got so self conscious about it and wasn't going to finish it... so before I regret posting this lol just know I had fun writing and there are probably grammar mistakes. I truly don’t know if this is going to be a chaptered thing but enjoy anyway! If you have any questions please let me know! and if you wanna be tagged for some reason let me know(?)

words: 3861

pairings: Eventual prinxiety, eventual logicality, Platonic demus

summary: Virgil wakes up in washington heights, the place where he's lived as long as he can remember. He goes through his usual day and we see a glimpse into his mind.

warnings: A lot of Spanglish (mix in between Spanish and English) is used, let me know if I missed anything

“ Lights up on Washington Heights”

Up at the break of day ”

Virgil woke up a tad bit late, which mind you was something very rare, still on time to open the bodega though he was almost always the first one up anyway. Watching the Barrio wake up after he was wide awake and ready to start his day, it made him feel like he was seeing the world from an outsider perspective but for once being the outsider was something good.

“ I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away ”

He walked towards the bodega, one of the few things he still had from his parents and- Wait is that Remus? wait wait wait- is he about to spray paint the bodega?! His internal monologue was rudely interrupted, He bolted towards Remus, “what are the fuck are you doing?!” Remus wasn't a genius, but he could definitely tell that Virgil was pissed and he decide his best option was to run off to god knows where, he was a little worried that Virgil would run after him, but he still tried to look calm while leaving but was definitely failing miserably.

“ Pop the grate at the crack of dawn ”

Virgil knew how Remus was, he and Dee hung out a lot, (if it were up to Virgil he most definitely would not be, but he can’t monitor Dee all the time) But he never thought Remus would ever dare try to spray paint the bodega! “I guess you can’t trust people” he said under his breath while pulling up the metal grate covering his corner store.

“ Sing while I wipe down the awning

Hey y'all good morning ”

Virgil saw the piraguero, Emile, and had a short conversation with him. “Ice cold piragua. Parcha, china, cherry, strawberry, and just for today I got Mamey!” Emile said, he said it every morning so Virgil had most of it memorized by then and mouthed the words as he said them, “Oye piraguero Como esta? " Virgil asked, he didn't personally like small talk, but there was a few exceptions, “Como siempre señor Virgilio!” Emile winked. Virgil didn't hate his name or anything, his parents gave it to him and it had a story behind it, he just liked its “translation” into English a little better, when he was a kid, a few of his classmates had issues saying his name, and he didn't really like that, so he decided to use the name one of his teachers called him. He entered the store relaxed and involuntarily continued his internal monologue. Virgil enjoyed singing...when he was alone in the bodega...at an ungodly hour... before everyone was awake and bustling through the door, before anyone could judge him really, but deep down he knew nobody here would ever do that, everyone around him either saw him growing up or grew up with him, but anxiety won't stop pestering will it?

“ I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated cause

I emigrated from the single greatest little place in the Caribbean

Dominican-

Republic ”

It didn't matter that Virgil was from this small tropical island in the Caribbean he still probably was the palest person in the barrio, and you couldn't really blame him, he was always working, trying to make ends meet, so he almost never went out, plus he moved to the barrio when he was a child, so he never got to really experience that Dominican heat, and those stunning sun beams crashing over one's skin through the palm trees while feeling the sand as he walked through one of its many beaches- anyway...he’s always lived in the barrio so, it’s not like he doesn’t have his culture with him, since there are other Latinos all around him, but he wants to one day experience all these things and not just day dream about experiencing his country with the only reference of that majestic place being stories Abuela had told him.

“ I love it

Jesus, I'm jealous of it

And beyond that

Ever since my folks passed on I haven't gone back

Goddamn,

I gotta get home then ”

In case you hadn’t noticed, Virgil Loved his country and culture very dearly, and he took pride in it, sometimes when Abuela Carmen told him stories about his home country, he got a weird feeling, He was most definitely grateful that Abuela took her time to tell him in detail all these stories, so he could imagine what living there must be like, but he couldn’t put a finger on what this feeling was, jealousy? Maybe. Longing? Probably. Resentment? Possibly. Desire? Who knows. He wasn’t sure, the only thing he knew for a fact was that this feeling made him wonder what would have happened if his parent just stayed in the sunny bliss that is his country, and having such a thought made him feel guilty so, he tried not to dawn it for too long, and told himself that one day he would have enough money to go and live there for the rest of his days (a few years maybe? No, he wanted this) and experience his country...but he could also come back settle down, help Dee, so he can fend for himself, and maybe start dating, he could always try to ask R-

“ I'm gonna test ya later

I'm getting tested times are tough on this bodega

Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's Our

Neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up

And ever since the rent's went up

It's gotten mad expensive

But we live with just enough”

He had to cut that train of thought quickly, he couldn't be day dreaming about impossible scenarios when rush hour was coming, and everyone would be awake heading for work and would pass through his bodega and get his world- well barrio famous café con leche, but he had no idea what he would do today since the fridge decided to stop working, and he had started to panic a little, thank god for Abuela because he would have gone into full panic mode if it weren’t for her walking in, “Mijo what's wrong? You look stressed.” she always knew when something was wrong, “Ay, abuela my fridge broke... I got café but no con leche” he tried not to sound too disheartened and worried as not to raise any worry, “try mother’s old recipe, one can of condensed milk!” that was all she had to say, and he was instantly calmer, but it wouldn’t be Abuela if she didn’t end it with “Paciencia Y Fe!” she said it as she exited the store. She may not be his real grandma, but he certainly loved her as if she was his grandmother, hell mother even! She practically raised him for god’s sake!

“ In the heights

I can't survive without café

I serve café

Cuz tonight seems like a million years away!

En Washington—”

Then and there the barrio came alive in a matter of milliseconds and everyone was rushing through the streets, and the cars were honking, and everything lit up as if from a scene in a movie. He liked how he always knew who to expect at what time, it was comforting to have routine, and he guessed other people agreed with him because they were always on time, First up was the Rosario’s, they run the cab company down the street, Even, so they struggle in the barrio, their son Patton is off to college and tuition is ridiculously expensive so, everything they get is mad cheap. Virgil always knew everyone's usual, and the Rosario’s were no exception, “Good Morning virgiiiiiil” Larry’s singsong voice sliced through his thoughts, he automatically started gathering his usual,“Pan caliente, Café con leche” he said as he put the items in the counter, “put twenty dollars on today’s lottery” Larry said with a smile on his face, before Virgil could do anything Dot’s voice came through “ one ticket that’s it!” she said with a stern tone, her eyes still pretty playful, “hey!, a man’s got a dream...” she rolled her eyes and turned to Virgil “don't mind him he's all excited ‘cuz Patton flew in at three am last night” she was smiling warmly while thinking of her son, Larry’s voice caught her attention, and she looked up “don’t look at me, this ones been cooking all week” he said while making a gesture with his thumb in her direction, she rolled her eyes, “Virgil come over for dinner there's plenty to eat!” they took the bag off the counter and left the store.

“ Me and my cousin runnin' just another

Dime-a-dozen

Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop

And, oh my god,

It's gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter said

People come

Through for a few cold waters and

A lottery ticket,

Just a part of the routine ”

He sees Dee trying to sneak past and obviously failing, “Dante you’re late” Virgil tries to say it in a stern voice, “chillax you know you love me.” Dee smirked and got to work, Virgil couldn't hold back the smile any longer, he just sighed and started warming up for the real rush hour coming, there was going to be multiple people talking to him at once and even if he finally had Dee to help, he knew the both wouldn't be enough, but after years of this being his job, he knows how to handle many people talking to him at once and keep in mind these are Latino people, which meant there was several people talking to him at once but at twice the speed of a normal human conversation, and if they were on a rush make it four times as fast.

“ Everybody's got a job;

Everybody's got a dream

They gossip,

As I sip my coffee and smirk

The first stop as people hop to work ”

The last people to come before rush hour were Remy and Valerie work on the salon next door, and as always Remy was telling Val about the new chisme, and Virgil couldn't help but eavesdrop, it was his bodega after all, so he had to have some sort of right to do so, plus it wasn't like he tried to hide the fact that he was listening, if something surprised him it, he wouldn't try to stifle a gasp, but he never got to hear the gossip from the beginning, so he had to try to piece it together and sometime he didn't even get to hear the end, he started preparing their usual orders as he listened, “so, then Yesenia walks in the room” “ah ha” she smells sex, and cheap perfume” “uh oh”, “it smells like one of those reeves that you hang from the rearview” Valerie didn't really add much to the story just her random reactions to show she was listening, “haha no!,” “its true! She screams ‘who's in there with you Julio!’ grabs a bat and quick in me’ door…” Virgil started piecing some things together, they were talking about Yesenia getting cheated on, Julio probably had cheated on her with some gir-” he's in bed with José from the liquor store!” well that was a twist! Virgil couldn't help what he said next, “No me diga!” he and Valerie said it in perfect sync, he hands them their respective coffees, and they both say a simple, “thanks Virgil!”

“ Bust it— I'm like— One dollar, two

Dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine I got it

You want a box of condoms what kind?

That's two quarters Two quarter waters

The New York Times

You need a bag for that?

The tax is added ”

It was finally time, the long awaited rush hour, people were asking him the cost of things, where things were located, he even got some surprising questions, but he couldn't even stop and dawn on it for too long because he had a few people asking him questions, and he didn't want an angry mob of Latinos forming this early in the day, there was a few people here and there that came for only coffee but at this time people usually came to look for stuff that they needed like a few groceries or toiletries but this was for sure the most stressful part of the day, but it wasn't as bad as you might think.

“ Once you get some practice at it

You do rapid

Mathematics automatically

Sellin' maxipads and fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically

Everybody's stressed, yes,

But they press through the mess

Bounce checks and wonder what's next ”

Virgil was used to this, he had this jump of adrenaline in his day-to-day life, and his need to make everyone complacent as they left his small bodega made him work extra hard, it was almost over though and the only way to truly know it was over was once Logan walked through that door, he and Dante would never tell Logan how happy, and relieved they were any time He walked in through the bodega door, Virgil was relieved when Logan entered the bodega? Yes, but was he happy? Kind of, since Logan and Dee would team up against him to poke fun at him, most of the time it had to do with Virgil’s love life but what can you do? The funniest thing was when Logan would try to beat Virgil to say what he usually got but Virgil was just faster and knew all of it by heart so, he always won, which frustrated Logan which in turn made him feel a little better when Logan and Dee bothered him about his love life, it wasn't something he liked to talk about so in turn he couldn't really argue with them about it, so he just tried to shut them up quickly especially since Roman was always the one to come after Logan, but he was usually distracted with something so even if they were talking about it, he wouldn't notice since Logan and Dante would shut up, and see what Virgil would do, now it was just time to wait for Logan to arrive, so he and Dee would be able to take a break.

“ In the heights I buy my coffee and I go

I buy my coffee and—

Set my sights

On only what I need to know

What I need to know—

In the heights Money is tight

But even so—

Even so—

When the lights go down I blast my radio!

En Washington “

The man of the hour walked through the door, Logan saw Virgil and Dante release A breath they were holding, he smirked, Virgil knew what that meant, his challenge for the day, try to beat Virgil to say what he wanted, mission impossible , Logan always tried to throw Virgil off guard with a tease, it never worked. “ you ain't got no skills!” Virgil smiled, this ought to be fun , “Logan!” virgil let logan start saying his order so then he could annoy Logan by interrupting him, “Yo, let me get a-” “milky way” he said as he put it on the counter, “ yeah, let me also get a-”, “daily news” virgil knew he was starting to get on his nerves once saw the way he looked at the paper on the counter, “ and a-” “post” virgil just smirked, logan’s smile was faltering, “And most important, my-” “ Boss’ second coffee, one cream-” LOgan always came for Mr. Rosario’s second coffee, he didn't really drink coffee from what virgil knew, “ five sugars” Logan tried to beat Virgil to saying it but they ended up saying it at the same time, dante just rolled his eyes, he knew Virgil would always win but he still cheered logan on. Once logan inevitably failed he tried to show his skills off to prove one day he might get to outsmart Virgil,“I'm the number one earner”, “what?!”, they both knew it was all in good fun, “the fastest learner”

“what?!”, but sometimes virgil would irritate Logan and that's how they would end up with Logan teasing Virgil about him liking Roman, ,“my Boss can't keep me on the damn back burner!” “yes he can” and Dante would be on LOgans team “i'm making moves, i’m making deals, but guess what” “what?” “you still ain't got no skills”, “hardee-har” virgil mocked, “ Yo, Roman Show up yet?” Virgil face was immediately up in flames, “shut up!” “hey little homie, don't get so upset” virgil know what to target on Logan but it was the same viceversa, “man..” he knew he couldn't stop this from happening anyway do he just kind of accepted it, “ Tell Roman how you feel, buy the boy a meal on the real, or you ain't got no skills-”

Logan was interrupted by someone coming in and virgil was thankful for it... until he looked up to see who it was, Roman distractedly talking to the phone so he probably didn't hear any of that (hopefully), “Nooo! No no nooo! No no nooo, no-no-no! Nooo, no-no-no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!” well now virgil was curious to who he was talking to, Roman had always been someone extra and comfortable around everyone in the barrio but to just walk into the bodega while having an apparent important conversation was surprising nonetheless, “Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit, It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet, It’s not reflected in my bank statement, But I’ve been savin’ to make a down payment and pay rent, No, no, I won’t let you down—” Roman made a pause to listen to the person on he other end of the call and Logan took this opportunity to talk “ Yo, here’s your chance; ask him out right now!” Virgil pushed logan to shut him up because Roman was right there and he could hear him! “ I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!” Roman seemed relieved and a small smile started creeping its way into his face, he still didn't seem fully calm but he looked more at ease.

“Do somethin’, make your move, don’t freeze!” His silent awe towards Roman was interrupted as logan pushed him towards Roman just as he ended the call, so he had no way of escaping the situation, “Hey!” “You owe me a bottle of cold champagne”! Virgil had almost forgotten completely about their bet, the first one to get out of the barrio has to get the other champagne, “ Are you moving?” virgil said it almost as if he were disappointed which was a surprise to himself, “Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!” Roman said it with a smile lighting up his face, Virgil noticed he was staring, adn tried to act fast “ Well, your coffee’s on the house”, “okay!” Roman took the coffee and looked down in a shy way with a small smile , virgil had never seen him like that, “Usnavi, ask him out...” he heard Logan whisper shouting at him and he sincerely hoped that Roman hadn’t heard that, “No way!” Virgil heard Dante say to Benny and that comment kind of offended him, “I’ll see you later, so…” Roman said awkwardly and turned to leave the Bodega. “ Oooh... Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes! Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside! You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide! The whole hood is struggling, times are tight And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!” after that Logan took his things and left the bodega.

“Yeah, I'm a streetlight,

Choking on the heat The world spins around while I'm frozen to my

Seat The people that I know all keep on rolling down the street But

Everyday is different so I'm switchin' up the beat Cuz my parents

Came with nothing They got a little more And sure, we're poor, but yo

At least we got the store And it's all about the legacy they left

With me, it's destiny And one day I'll be on a beach with Sonny

Writing checks

to me “

Virgil’s mood dropped as soon as those words came out of Logan’s mouth, he knew Logan didn't mean anything by it but that didn't stop his heart from dropping onto the Floor of his store, this was one of his fears to be stuck with his Bodega and be left behind by everyone else, everyone that cares for him or at least he thinks they- He stopped dead in his tracks, He couldn't be thinking like that, his parents did everything they could before they died to get this corner store and one day he's going to go back to his country just like him(?) and Abuela want and Dante will have a stable life with the income he will get from the store and his life will be bliss.

“ In the heights I hang my flag up on display We

Came to work and to live and we got a lot in

Common It reminds me that I came from miles away D

R., P

R., we are not stoppin'

In the heights

Every day, paciencia y fe

Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

In the heights I've got today

And today's all we got,

So we cannot stop This is our block In the heights I

Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away! “

Virgil can practically hear people's thoughts and dreams circling through the air but to be honest Virgil didn't really hear them...he felt the electric buzzing that came with the streets of the place he was raised. It was one of the many things he liked about his barrio at a quick glance it isn't much just a little place in New York filled with immigrants that have bigger dreams, bigger than themselves and everyone around them… its as if You cant walk through these streets without bumping into somebody's dream.

“ I Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away!

My family came from miles away— In the heights It gets more expensive

Every day Every day And tonight is so far away—

But as for mañana, mi pana Ya gotta just keep watchin'

You'll see the Late nights You'll taste Beans and rice The syrups and

Shaved ice I ain't gonna Say it twice ”

They all knew were they came from, the sunniest places a person could ever go to. They all know the situation that is happening in the barrio , how no one is really here to stay, how this is just a stepping stool towards a bigger dream...but they didn't care. They all will know soon enough what is to come but for now…

“ Turn up the stage lights

We're takin' a flight To a couple

Of days In the life of what it's like

En Washington Heights! ”

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@malaya-is-a-hoe I did it sis

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crazychicke · 5 years

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Currently editing #TwoWorldsCollide bc it’s been 8 years, and I’m reliving the joys this fic brought me. Stating here, bc y’all won’t even notice (unless it’s bookmarked), you won’t get a notification. I’m taking into account some of the feedback y’all gave me, so hopefully it will be bigger and better than ever.

#crazychicke #two worlds collide #spn x hp crossover #writing updates #found the sequel in my drafts #oh wow #i may be keen #writing #dean winchester #draco malfoy #castiel #bobby singer #my dean x jo feels #also do y'all remember carmen?#i'm gonna need to rewatch the scarecrow ep #castiel is super snarky #dean still loves pie #so much death - everywhere

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lavenderek · 7 years

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Who was your favorite and least favorite queens of all the seasons? I'm curious :)

ok turns out i had more to say than i thought i did i don’t have a lot of friends to talk about drag race with feel free to ignore

so i have never been able to figure out how to get my grubby hands on season 1, lmk if y'all have a way that isn’t those illegal streaming sites because their links are always broken as shit, but i saw tammie brown on all stars and she’s the most bizarre thing i’ve ever encountered so i’ll go with her for my s1 fav, and my least fav is uhhhhhhh pfuuhhhh hhsghjaak rupaul

s2 my least fav was morgan she just never impressed me and i found her sort of irritating. my fav is a tie between mystique and juju. and listen. listen. juju got fucking SHAFTED. every week she came out beautiful and poised and hilarious and charming, and the judges were all, “eh :/ it’s a little costumey.” and meanwhile raven comes out looking like glam golem like she’s never even heard of a teasing comb or padding and the judges like piss themselves about it like she’s skilled im just perplexed about the judges’ repeated dismissal of jujubee and heart eyes for raven like i didn’t get it then and i don’t get it now. and tati? tati was the only one who stood up for mystique. the only one.

s3 my fav is raja 1000% i am obsessed with her runway walk. i remember when that season was airing i told one of my friends that i had a crush on her and somehow neither of us concluded that i wasn’t straight like where are we even. also love carmen like she knows herself inside and out and i respect the shit outta that. least favs were mimi and shangela like have you tried closing your mouths for four seconds ever. god.

s4, i don’t really like that season? phiphi is trash and madame lequeer was obnoxious. willam was skilled as fuck and was funny a lot, but a lot of the time she said shit that was just confusing and strange. it came across as super scripted. she still comes across as offputting to me. but i saw latrice perform once irl. she was a sweaty angel.

s5 i really liked jinkx and alaska. alyssa is a fucking crackup i love her. i love her. serena is trash. roxxxie is really skilled and polished but she came across as unnecessarily and alienatingly mean. to her credit, she knows that and she orchestrated a successful and endearing redemption arc. coco is boring except for the “i’m not jokin’ bitch!!” scene.

s6 adore was really endearing and i frankly didn’t find her as endearing in all stars lol. least fav was laganja like aside from her irritating overuse of the kiki voice i’m super over anybody who bases their entire persona around weed lmao. also? darienne lake. listen. your looks were consistently basic. i have no idea why they advanced her so far into the competition. like i told lamb this a long time ago, at least mystique didn’t have a dressform and was being bullied by her fellow contestants, what’s your excuse? bianca was fun. trinity k bonet grew so much and i was emo about it. studies show that courtney can literally go away.

s7 is my favorite season in spite of how fuckin white it was lmao. trixie mattel is my real dad. katya is the president. pearl is great violet is great ginger is great but super bitter like SUUUPER bitter. my god girl you’re a grown-ass man. kennedy, i was like what the fuck is your problem lmfao like are you not drinking enough water or something like chill. i liked her in untucked though in the ugly dress challenge she was literally just like lying around lmao. jasmine masters was cool but i hate when half of a group of people get together just to be nasty to the other half it was super mean and unnecessary. in s2 that heathers shit was so benign and the fact that all the moron pageant queens were offended indicates how tone deaf they are. when jasmine went i was like bye. nina’s impression of her in s9 was everything.

s8 was an AMAZINg season. the friendships that formed in that season were genuine and unashamed and oh man - bob? i love bob and i’ll tell you why. bob is hysterical and when she couldn’t bring the look, she sold it hard. but what i love most about her? is that she laughs really hard and genuinely at other people’s jokes lmao. she doesn’t pull any of that too-cool-for-school shit. she’s utterly unthreatened by anyone. the brief drama that came up was ALWAYS because of derrick barry, who is boring and annoying. acid betty is the worst and no amount of cynthia being like “:) she visited me in the hospital” will redeem her stank-ass attitude and ugly drag. sorry.

s9 isn’t even done yet but i love trinity and i love peppermint and i LOVED nina and i love sasha? listen. when sasha walked into the workroom day 1 i was like mkay sweetheart we get it you were inspired by alaska yawn. so it took an episode or two but she won me over hard. god she’s so odd and so talented and versatile like i had no patience for charlie, not because old queens can’t compete! just because i will never understand these queens who just go “oh i don’t do x.” like you KNOW what this show entails! why would you even apply! eureka was pointlessly nasty, aja got on my nerves for reasons i can’t really articulate, and alexis michelle was yawnzo. farrah was lmao let’s admit it she was p basic, but something about her just endears her to me maybe it’s that she’s fishy but i LOVE how much she WHINES. valentina’s stumble came as a huge shock to me she was slaying every week. and in the end that was her downfall, she lulled herself into a false sense of security. if she had learned the lyrics to that ariana song she might have been able to save herself.

uhhhh i guess that’s it . sorry i just remembered that post that said “pleakley’s wig was laid” and i’m laughing again

#haters #who is this even #chicken or what #long post

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