#i absolutely hate what they did with him in GTA V

[swankyjami]

Johnny from the GTA 4 dlc "Lost and the Damned" is highly underrated imo. He's got really good lines, he's a funny asshole, badass biker, and means well at the end of the day, at least for a killer lol

#i absolutely hate what they did with him in GTA V #like i get he's an addict at that point but he wouldn't have let someone take him out like that #man fuck gta v that game is extremely overrated #I'll play gta 4 any time before picking up gta v again. especially after wasting so much of my life with gta online

[theasstour]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕.𝟕𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

Tuesday, 13 December 2017

Tooley Street was always busy, whether there were a horde of people walking to and from the riverside and underground, or cars driving by at a ridiculous speed. London Bridge station on the other side of the road to where Y/N and the gang sat at Caffé Nero, looked like a small insect in comparison to The Shard that reached like a pillar above the partly cloudy winter sky. The blue painted brick building beside it, The Shipwright Arms pub, was a lively addition to an otherwise very bleak street.

The winter wind by the riverside was horrendous, but Y/N had offered to come with Annalise on her cigarette break, so she had only herself to blame for exposing herself to more of the biting cold than completely necessary. From where the two were sitting, they could just make out Tower Bridge behind them, bare trees rising up along the streets that indicated summer was long gone and winter had arrived.

Y/N had spent a lot of time just sitting outside the last few days. Whether it was on a bench by Regent’s Canal, in the grass at Shoreditch Park, or at a table outside a café with a coffee in hand. She had just been sitting there, staring out at nothing. Thinking. All she had been doing since finding that watch was think.

She had tried to find some kind of logical explanation as to why that watch had the coordinates for her family’s Newport cabin, but there was none. What kind of connection did George have to Newport? To that cabin? Had he just fucked her and left it there because he knew who Y/N’s sister was? And where was George now? She had not seen him since that night in October, was he still around? Or had Y/N just missed him when he had been, and this had all just been a huge coincidence. But Y/N somehow knew, deep down, that this was far from a coincidence and she should not treat it as one.

“You have to come to Monnickendam,” Annalise said, blowing out a puff of white smoke.

Y/N looked away from a man across the street who was arguing passionately with someone on his phone. Shoving the thoughts of the watch that was laid on her desk in her room, out of her head. She had not told anyone about it, this was not something she wanted everyone to know about because she had no idea what it meant. The only person that knew was Harry, and she would like to keep it that way.

“I’ve never been to the Netherlands,” Y/N said.

“Even more of a reason to come.”

Y/N smiled. “Buzzing. I haven’t travelled much in Europe, mostly been to Brazil with my family.”

“When you come to Monnickendam, we have to take the train to, like, Germany or France. Andorra is also so beautiful, I think you’re gonna love it.”

“Make a roadtrip out of it.”

“Exactly.”

Y/N’s smile grew. “Had you been to London before you came here for school?”

Annalise brought the cigarette up to her mouth. “Loads of times.”

“Really?”

“Yes, we went here around Easter in 2012 the first time, and I fell in love. Went here four more times, then to an Open Day last year.”

Y/N nodded. “Was Helmond your first choice then? Did you like it the best?”

“No, Battersea was, but I’m happy I ended up at Helmond.” Annalise breathed out white vapour. “Helmond’s prettier.”

Y/N laughed. “The aesthetic is more important than the uni itself, innit? If you can’t take decent Instagram pictures there, what’s the point of spending the next three years at that place?”

Annalise laughed along with Y/N, taking a last drag. “I rarely use Instagram.”

“I used to. I loved to like document my life, to let all my friends and family know what I was doing at all times. But then I found Snapchat, and it’s just better.”

“You know that if you, like, save a picture or video in the Snapchat app, Snapchat owns it?”

Y/N blinked.

“At least what someone at home told me once.”

“Doesn’t Instagram do the same?” Y/N asked.

“Think so,” Annalise said, walking over to the litter and stumping her cigarette out in the ash tray on top of it. “Ground rule: don’t save anything onto social media. Anyone can save and see your pictures.”

“Basically,” Y/N mumbled, looking over at the man she had watched earlier. He was still arguing with someone over the phone.

“Ready to head back inside?” Annalise asked.

“Yeah.” Y/N got up and the two strolled back over to the Caffé Nero their three other mates were sat in. Thian, Hayden, and Chloe were all sat with their laptops in front of them and books in the centre of the table behind their screens. Chloe was talking animatedly as Y/N and Annalise approached, Hayden busy with something on the laptop in front of them while Thian sat with a book in his hands, looking at Chloe as she spoke. Y/N took off her puffer jacket, hanging it off the back of her chair as she sat down, adjusting her black V-neck jumper and loose denim jeans.

“…the problem isn’t that. The problem is the fact that they never clean up after themselves. That’s the problem,” Chloe said, groaning loudly. “And when I ask in the flat groupchat if anyone wanna be social, no one answers. I swear, all of them hate me.”

“Maybe they’re just busy,” Thian suggested.

“They always say that, but I know two of the boys are in Dave’s room playing something on that PlayStation.” Chloe crossed her arms over her chest. “Should I learn how to play FIFA?”

“You don’t have to impress them,” Y/N said, turning her laptop back on to finish the essay for Critical Reading that was due that Friday.

“No, I know. But if I want to hang out with anyone in my flat, I gotta do something. What games do you play in the PlayStation, Thian?”

Thian stared at Chloe for a second, mouth working before he mumbled, “I didn’t bring one to uni.”

“Alright, then what did you play at home?”

“Call of Duty.”

Chloe scrunched up her nose. “Isn’t that a war game?”

“Yeah.”

“Nah, I’m not into that.” Chloe grimaced, looking at something further away. “I’ve never really played PlayStation. One of the blokes I dated in college gamed a lot, but I couldn’t be asked to sit around and just watch.”

“The three in my flat play GTA,” Y/N said. “At least that’s what Nathan wants to play, Harry and Mason just go along.”

Chloe’s face instantly lit up. “Oh, my word, Y/N. You have to make Harry teach me how to play something on the PlayStation.”

There was a slight pang in Y/N’s chest at the sound of his name leaving Chloe’s lips in that way. Y/N opened, then closed her mouth, then opened it again. “I don’t really hang out with them when they play it. I’ve had so much to do these past months.”

“That’s fine, Nathan can keep us company,” Chloe said, leaning back in her seat. “Make Mason come, too. God-“ She grinned, letting her head fall between her shoulder blades. “-Your flatmates are fit.”

“Harry’s fitter than Mason,” Hayden chimed in.

“No, definitely Mason,” Annalise said.

“I can’t choose. Depends on my mood,” Chloe mused.

Thian kept quiet, staring pointedly at his laptop.

“Can you do it? Make them teach me?” Chloe begged, sticking her bottom lip out at Y/N.

Y/N took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”

Chloe grinned.

“They might be busy, too. Might not get to it till after Christmas break.”

Chloe waved her hand. “That’s fine. I just want to hang out with someone from my flat eventually.”

Y/N glanced down at her laptop again, trying to forget the conversation she had just had with the other three. Chloe continued chattering on about something of no significance, Y/N did not care to listen as she wanted to finish her essay before she had to leave for home coming Saturday. Though her coffee was cold now as she took a sip of it, Y/N still appreciated the taste of caffeine. It woke her up, made her more alert and focused.

Ever since she was seven years old, her papai had made her coffee to drink. He always said “coffee is as vital to a Brazilian’s existence as tea is to a Brit’s” and she had drunk it ever since. She loved the taste of it much more than tea, but seeing as tea was much easier to make, she had come to resort to it here in London. Home in Nottingham, there was always a brew in the making or one ready for whoever felt like having a cup, made with a proper coffee machine that Davi had invested proper money in. He had bought it back in 2001, and it worked just as well as it did back then. Y/N, like her papai, loved the coffee from that old coffee maker more than anything else. She could not wait until she was home with her parents so she could drink proper coffee all the time without going to the nearest coffee shop to do so. The instant coffee Nathan often made smelled and tasted rank, Y/N would have no other coffee than her papai’s and a cup made at a coffee shop.

“I’m gonna go buy a muff,” Hayden said, getting up from their chair. “This essay is doing my head in, I need something to sooth the pain.”

“Oh, could you buy me a scone?” Thian asked, putting his hands together as if he was begging on his knees. “I’ll pay with five stellar knock knock jokes.”

“Make it six.”

“Deal.”

The two shook hands and Hayden grinned as they looked at the other three. “Anything from the trolley, dears?”

Y/N and Annalise chuckled. “No thanks,” Y/N said, Annalise saying the same thing.

“No, I’ll just add to this,” Chloe said, patting at her stomach.

“Add to what?” Hayden asked.

“A belly.” Chloe gripped the little that was protruding from her tight denim jeans. “I’m trying to start working out for bikini season, to remove that extra uni weight, you know?”

Hayden looked absolutely lost, so did Thian, and Annalise looked to not be paying any attention at all. Y/N, however, felt a familiar pang in her chest. It was a small explosion she had felt before, one that would taint the rest of her day. Instinctively, she put her scarf around her chest, letting it fall over her stomach.

Hayden did not comment, instead they just walked up to the till, ready to tell the lady working there their order. The table fell silent, but not for the reason Y/N wanted it to. No, they were all just busy with their essays. Y/N knew that it would be impossible for her to concentrate on the assignment now that the only thing she would be thinking about for the rest of the day was Chloe’s comment. Chancing a look over at her friend, she saw her flicking through a book in her lap, completely unbothered, Annalise was cocking her head to the side as she wrote something on her Mac, while Thian was watching Hayden pay for their food. None of them had batted an eyelash. Which was nothing new, Y/N was used to no one picking up on covered up fatphobic comments.

She knew that Chloe had not said those things with her in mind, that the statement had been about her own body only. But Y/N could not help but feel the comment in her very soul. She could remember her mates from school in Nottingham making comments similar to that one, so hearing it wasn’t alien, but it stung as much as hearing it that first time.

“Here we go,” Hayden said, putting the scone down on Thian’s keyboard.

“Scones are so bloody good,” Thian moaned, taking a huge bite out of his. “If we had to fuck a food, I’d fuck scones.”

The table went quiet, all looking at Thian. He just continued on eating, humming some Alesso and Conor Maynard song that was always playing on the radio.

“Why did you just say that?” Hayden asked.

“Felt like sharing my thoughts with the class.”

Hayden raised their eyebrows before looking at the laptop in front of them. “The class did not need to know.”

Thian shrugged his shoulders and Annalise laughed, Chloe joining in after a little while. Y/N smiled at them, but her thoughts still drifted back to Chloe’s comments just a minute earlier. She spread her scarf out over her stomach, wishing she had worn something that wasn’t so tight fitted.

Friday, 15 December 2017

“Sorry we’re late,” Mason said as him and the rest of the rugby team streamed into the seminar room. Hayden, Y/N, Thian, Chloe, Annalise, Nathan, and Annalise’s two friends were all sat around one table, already having started a round of Uno.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Hayden smiled. “I’ve put Uno decks on the other tables.”

“Cheers.”

Mason and the rest of the team sat down, all chatting amongst themselves and letting go of heavy sighs as they took their seats. It was clear that the last training session for the team this year had not only been cold, but also immensely tiring. They all looked very ready to travel home for Christmas break, and it looked like a few already had.

Y/N felt their struggle with the cold. She herself was wearing a mini linen skater dress in black. The skirt was loose, making it comfortable to hide her belly in – she had not stopped thinking about Chloe’s comment all week, but it would not stop her from looking really fucking good – and the waist was open, baring some of her skin and rib tattoo to everyone. Her skin protruded around the straps that were wrapped around her waist, connecting her skirt from her top, but there was nothing she could do about it, so she just tried to stay out of Chloe’s vision. The plunge neck revealed a very deep cleavage and skin, making it so Y/N had put on two silver necklaces to top of the outfit. The rest of the top had long sleeves and a nice collar, which was why Y/N had bought the dress. It was slutty, but in a modest way.

The rest of the gang around the table had also dressed up, ready to go out after this. They all had their last lecture of the semester today, meaning that their Christmas break had just started, and they wanted to celebrate before everyone travelled to their separate locations the next day. Chloe to Oxford, Thian to Bristol, Hayden to Sheffield, Annalise to Monnickendam, and Y/N back home to Nottingham. It would be weird not to meet up with them, to not go to lectures and stress about assignments for the next month. Then again, Annalise had made a Snapchat and Messenger group to ensure that the gang would talk every single day. And knowing her mates, Y/N was sure they would.

During a break between rounds, Y/N got up from their table after making sure that her polyamide shorts underneath her dress didn’t roll down her stomach. She wore them to prevent chafing, knowing that if she did not wear them underneath her skirt, it would be hard for her to wear anything the next day. She did the zip of her chunky sock boots before making her way over to Mason’s table.

“Alright, Y/N?” Mason said as she came closer, giving her a small smile.

“How’re you lot finding the society?” she asked, looking around the table, meeting Kai’s eyes.

Kai beamed. “Good, it’s nice to spend some time with the whole team off the rugby pitch.”

“You’re dressed up,” Mason pointed out. “What’s the occasion?”

“Uno Society.”

Mason smiled. “Trying to pull some rugby players, are ya?”

“No. No, rugby players.”

Mason only raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe her, smile widening.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re just as unbearable as Harry sometimes.”

“Nah, Harry’s worse than me.”

“Right.” Y/N took a big breath. “Chloe over there, the blonde,” Y/N said, motioning behind her with a nod of her head. Mason’s gaze immediately fell on Chloe. “She’s wondering if you and Harry can teach her how to play the PlayStation.”

Mason blinked, looking over at Kai as the bigger man clapped his hands together before laughing.

“Is that funny?” Y/N asked.

“No, it’s not. I just knew Kai would react like that,” Mason said. “But I’ll do it. After Christmas at some point.”

“Nice, I’ll tell her that, then.”

“Why does she need someone to teach her how to play PlayStation?” Kai asked, and though there was laughter in his voice, Y/N could tell his question was sincere.

“Some blokes in her flat never want to be social, they just stay in this one room playing PlayStation, and she’s kinda left out ‘cause she doesn’t really know how to play.”

“That might not work out,” Kai said, smiling still.

“Worth a shot, either way.”

“Maybe she just wanna spend time with this hunk,” Kai grinned, putting a hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Or the other hunk that’s not here.”

“Speaking of him,” Y/N said, putting a hand on her hip. “Not that I care, but where is he?”

Kai grinned, sitting back in his chair. “You don’t care? Not at all?”

“No, Y/N doesn’t like Harry much,” Mason explained, completely unbothered. “He’s working. The team’s popping by The Stag’s Head later to check on him since it’s his last shift and all that.”

Y/N nodded, suddenly remembering how Harry had told her that a few weeks ago.

“What’s the bellend done to you?” Kai asked.

“Another time, Kai. We’re in the middle of a round,” Mason said. “I’ll find a day that’s good for Chloe to come over.”

“Wicked,” Y/N smiled. “See ya.”

“Later, mate.”

Y/N walked back to her table, sitting down in her seat again. “Sorry,” she said when Hayden gave her a look. “Chloe, Mason said he could teach you how to play PlayStation sometime after Christmas break.”

Chloe squealed. “Really?!”

“Yeah, he’ll text me saying when.”

“Ahh! Buzzing!”

Y/N gave her a smile before the gang went back to playing.

Though she was physically present over the next hour or so, Y/N’s mind travelled back to the flat and the watch on her desk. Besides assignments, Christmas, and what Chloe said on Tuesday, that was all Y/N had spent her time thinking about. She would be in bed, about to go to sleep, then just get out of her bed and look at the watch, study it carefully. Maybe there was another message of sorts on it, maybe she was supposed to do something with it. But other days she did not want to touch that watch. There was something about it, something about how it had just been left in her possession so casually, something about the fact that she had not seen George since that night, that did not sit right with Y/N at all.

Throughout the rest of the night, after the Uno Society, while the gang was sat at a pub, and then dancing at a club later, Y/N could not bring herself to enjoy herself thoroughly. All her energy went back to that watch. She wanted to understand what it meant, why George had it, and what she was supposed to do with the information. Was she even supposed to do anything at all? It only made her want to travel down to Newport even more. She had to now. Her parents might think about getting rid of that cabin, but Y/N had to revisit it one last time before that happened.

Y/N did not drink that night; she was afraid of the conspiracy theories she would form if she did. She had one cocktail at the pub they went to, but could not do more than that, and her mates did not ask questions as to why she was not drinking, something she really appreciated. It was late when she announced she would be going home, and so she called Nathan and made him stay on the line with her as she took the tube back to Haggerston Station. Once she reached Orsman Road, she could hear his snores on the other end, and hung up halfway down the road to the flat. However, in the distance, she saw a stag’s head sign hanging out on a metal pole, protruding from the building opposite her flat building. She suddenly remembered what Mason said, and crossed the road, making her way over to the pub.

A small group of lads made their way out of the pub as Y/N reached it, the last one holding the door for her. She smiled and thanked him before walking inside. Now that she wasn’t affected by alcohol, Y/N was finally able to take in the pub properly without having the slight haze of alcohol taint it. The lights were comfortably dimmed, not too much so you could not read the menu, but just enough so that a person’s facial features would be a tad blurry. The red that ran along the wall behind the dark bar counter was subtle, giving the bar a sense of holding onto the secrets of each person who walked through the front doors, like a Victorian murder mystery. Y/N could see Sweeney Todd’s barber shop trapped in the same colours.

“Excuse me, miss,” a man walking out from behind the counter said, grey hair and broad shoulders. “We’re closed.”

“Oh,” she said, looking around the dark pub. “I… I thought I might find Harry here.”

The man narrowed his eyes a little. “He’s got a new girlfriend? So soon after the other ones?”

Y/N felt herself narrow her eyes back at the man. Girlfriend? Harry’s had girlfriends – plural – since he started working in The Stag’s Head? There was a very strange combination of a lot of different feelings that swarmed around Y/N’s body, suddenly making her feel seasick. She was about to abort her mission, to say she would just catch Harry at home, when there came a voice from the door leading out into the smoking area.

“Y/N,” Harry said, turning the lights off outside and closing the door. It looked as if he could not quite believe his eyes as he saw her standing there, like he had not thought she would ever show up to his work like this. Without seemingly able to help himself, his green eyes fell down to her green dress and her exposed legs. He quickly looked to his other co-worker, clearing his throat as he walked behind the pub counter. Y/N could swear she saw a slight pink hue to his cheekbones.

“I’ll leave if you’re busy.”

“No,” Harry said, the word coming out a little too quickly as if desperation got the better of him. “No. Not busy.”

The grey-haired man raised his eyebrows at Harry. He must have seen something in Harry’s demeanour, because he said, “You’ll be alright to close up on your own?”

Harry smiled. “It’ll be a nice way to end my time at Stag’s Head.”

“Nice,” the man Y/N now suspected was Harry’s boss, said. “Pop by with the keys tomorrow, will ya?”

“Yes, sir.”

The man gave both Harry and Y/N a smile each before he started on his walk up to his office. The pub was suddenly very quiet, not a single sound came from inside, just the distant siren outside and the low buzz of the city. A place that was usually bustling with noise, energy, and anticipation, was now left with the latter. Y/N looked around the place, unsure of what to do with herself now that it was only her and Harry there. Harry watched her, picking up the Cif spray from where it stood under the counter. She felt his gaze on her as she walked along the booths, touching the red velvet cushions, a rush of goosebumps travelling up her spine at the knowledge that she had his full attention.

She turned around, leaning her bum against a table as she took in the liquor behind Harry. He was washing the counter, looking over at Y/N again, eyes falling to her mid-area that was expanded slightly at the pressure the surface behind her was providing. He quickly looked away again, biting his lips together as he focused on the counter in front of him. Y/N could not help a small smile.

“What made you show up to my work, then?” he asked.

“Can’t a friend show up to another friend’s work?”

Harry let out a strangled chuckle. “Alright. That’s very nice of you, but I don’t buy that for a single second.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “You don’t?”

“There’s gotta have been another reason as to why.”

“Okay…? What’s that?”

Harry shrugged his shoulder, spraying more Cif onto the counter. “You were bored. You didn’t want to be around your other mates any longer. You wanted to see a delicious man with an irresistible Northern accent clean up a pub since it’s his last shift ever here tonight.”

Y/N let out a laugh, placing her hands on either side of the table beside her. “None of the above.”

“Alright,” Harry said, coming out from behind the pub. “What didn’t I cover?”

“You weren’t at the Uno Society meeting.”

The answer came so effortlessly, as if her subconscious had been holding onto the answer for Y/N until she was strong enough to know the real reason. Her hands instantly gripped the table harder, feeling embarrassed for admitting vulnerability so easily. She blamed how easy it was to talk to him, how he just seemed to throw a lasso around her deepest secrets, her most private desires, and drag them out of her.

Harry looked over at her from where he was cleaning the tables a bit further away in the pub. “Had work. Would’ve been there if I didn’t have to be here.”

She nodded, looking down at her black boots. For some reason, his words warmed something inside her. Hearing someone care about something she cared about made her feel special. Then again, someone she just met on the street could tell her they hated Marmite, something Y/N also did, and she would feel equally as fuzzy inside. Finding small bonds, small preferences, small somethings that connected you to other people, made you feel like you weren’t alone, but it also made you feel special, made you feel seen and understood. It was as if someone opened a door into their soul, and giving you a warm handshake, welcoming you into them and their life.

“The lads had a blast,” Harry said, now closer to Y/N as she had zoned out for a minute and some.

“They did?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to just sit down and relax like that. We don’t really get to do that.”

Y/N watched as Harry hovered by a table, leaning over it to clean it. His black tee shirt stretched over his broad back, his shoulder blades visibly working as he ran the cloth over the table in front of him. The outline of his muscles, the way they were so hard against the soft fabric of the tee shirt, made Y/N’s body feel very hot all of a sudden. He worked so carefully, sliding his hand holding the cloth so slowly over the table, paying it his undivided attention. She adjusted her position against her table, looking away from Harry as he stood back up, his black trousers that had been tight around his buttocks, slacking at the lack of pressure on the material. Get a fucking grip, Y/N screamed at herself in her head, focusing on the wall in front of her. She saw Harry look at her over his shoulder, gaze lingering on her for a few seconds. Y/N suddenly found it very hard to draw a proper breath.

“You’re mad I didn’t show up?” Harry asked.

Y/N was silent, her brain completely blank. “Didn’t show up…?”

She could see his smug smile in her peripheral vision. “Yeah.”

“To what?”

His smile widened and he focused on a table closer to her. “The Uno Society.”

She closed her eyes. Her checking out Harry while he had his back to her had not just made her forget the whole reason why she had showed up to The Stag’s Head in the first place. His body looking the way it did, him caring about the society, him teasing her to get a reaction out of her… Why the fuck did he have that effect on her?

“No,” Y/N said, refusing to look at him still. “I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you look at me right now?”

Y/N could feel her hands instinctively grabbing harder onto the table behind her. “No reason.”

“You know,” Harry started, she could hear the smirk in his voice. “You can try all you want, but I still know you.”

She huffed. “You wish.”

“I don’t gotta,” he said, chuckling a little. “Don’t gotta wish when I already do know you. Wish I knew you better, wish you’d just open up to me like you did so easily before, but that’s for a later time.”

That made her look over at Harry, her eyebrows drawn together as she just watched him clean yet another table. He… Did he really think she would one day open up to him again and they would go back to being friends like they used to? Was he really that optimistic? Had he thought about it? About them and their friendship? And what a future with her alongside him at uni would look like? Her eyes landed on his bicep as it flexed, holding his body weight as he leaned against the table again. Her gaze following his arm all the way down to his hand, long slender fingers wrapped around the edge of the table, and the thick veins over the dorsal part of his hand made something in Y/N’s brain short circuit. That along with the casual way he was leaning his hips against the table, staring down at it with his head cocked.

What the fuck, Y/N said to herself again, looking away from him. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?! How was she supposed to stay neutral, to not find him attractive, to not want to sink right back into old habits when she allowed herself to study him and look at him like that. She had to stop. This was getting out of hand.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet tonight,” Harry said, working slowly as he cleaned up the table in the booth beside the one she was stood leaning against.

“No, I’ve just got things on my mind.”

“What things?”

Your broad shoulders. Your hands. The way you stick your tongue out of your mouth when you are concentrating. But Y/N said none of those things, as doing so would sentence her to a lifetime of humiliation.

“Insignificant things.”

“When they’re taking up a lot of space in your head and preventing you from being present, they’re not insignificant,” Harry said, sounding a little serious all of a sudden. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing inherently bad on my mind, just… I’ve got a lot of… thoughts,” Y/N said, not knowing how else to explain it without giving something away.

“What thoughts?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Thought you did Architectural Studies, didn’t know you also had a degree in being Nosy.”

Harry let out a laugh, coming to stand in front of her with the spray and the cloth in his hands. “I’m very nosy.”

“Glad to hear you’re self-aware.”

“But right now I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Bloody hell, Y/N thought, could he just fucking stop being so nice? So fucking adorable? And fit? It made hating him so much harder than it already was.

“I’m okay.”

He took a step closer. “What’s been on your mind then?”

“Just… life.”

“Has uni exhausted you?”

“Yeah, but it’s not what I’m thinking about.”

Harry took another step closer. Y/N’s palms were suddenly very clammy.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked again, a small smile on his lips as if he was challenging her.

“Maybe you just have to face the fact that I won’t tell you and you can’t figure it out on your own.”

“Nah,” Harry said. “I’ll figure you out.”

Y/N watched as Harry took another step closer, her heart suddenly beating very fast inside her chest.

“I just gotta…” He trailed off, now standing directly in front of her. Tip of his shoes against the tip of hers. Without a warning of sorts, he leaned closer, bending over her until his head hovered beside her own. Chest wavering above hers, touching as she drew in a precipitous breath and he did the same. Their bodies did not brush against one another again, an invisible, burning shield was built to keep them apart the second their upper bodies made contact. As if the universe was telling them that by touching like that, the world would go up in total flames around them.

Harry’s sudden closeness made her breathe in a little too harshly, she was sure he must have heard it but she simply did not care. The reaction her body was having to him being so close was electric, it made all the hairs on her body stand on end. She didn’t know what he was doing that close to her, thinking at first that he must have wanted to whisper something in her ear, to say something to her that would undoubtedly make her glad she was leaning against something solid for support.

But she heard the familiar sound of the Cif spray, and a second later, Harry reached his cloth behind Y/N’s back, cleaning the table. She felt his breath against her neck, triggering something radioactive inside her. The oud aroma of his cologne, with notes of cedar, patchouli, and spicy saffron filled Y/N’s nostrils. In those seconds when Harry hovered above her like that, his warm body inches from hers, breath fanning against her skin, his aroma, and aura mere inches from hers, Y/N was conflicted as to if she wanted time to speed up or slow down some more. She knew that if she stayed like that, with Harry so close to her, for much longer she would go absolutely mad and have an impossible time resisting him if he were to try something like he had done in the living room the week before.

No sooner had she thought that, he pushed off, face lingering just centimetres from hers. “I just need to take a look,” he said, speaking as if he did not mind if the whole world was watching them. He raised his hand, about to touch her chin. For what reason, Y/N did not know, but she didn’t ask any questions. However, he stopped, as if touching her was something he could not do. Y/N was glad he hadn’t, because God knows how her body would have reacted had he tenderly touched her jawline like it looked like he wanted to.

“Take a look?” Y/N mumbled.

“At you.”

A small breath left her lips.

“Maybe the answer to what’s been on your mind is somewhere in your eyes,” he said, eyes suddenly falling to her lips. “Or your lips.” He glanced at her forehead. “Or in the slight lines that appear between your eyebrows when you’re deep in thought.” He looked down at her hands on the table edge. “Or the way you’re gripping the table so tight right now.”

Jesus Christ, she was about to explode. Y/N let go of it immediately, standing up and forcing Harry to take two steps back. His intense glance lingered on her, falling to her lips as she opened her mouth to take a breath.

“It’s getting late,” she said, fingering the hem of her leather jacket as her heart continued to hammer away inside her chest.

“Wait for me, yeah?” Harry walked over to the next table to clean it, doing it way faster than all the other ones. Biting his lip and moving his hand with the cloth over the table as if to make up for time spent on something else, cleaning very slowly and standing too close to her.

“No, I can walk home by myself.”

“I know you’re capable of walking, but I don’t like you being out in the streets all alone late at night.”

Y/N looked over at Harry as he cleaned the last booth, seeing the determination to finish as quickly as possible.

“It’s just across the road,” she said.

“Please just let me walk you across the road, then.” Harry walked behind the bar counter, putting the cleaning supplies away.

“You make me sound like an old lady.”

“Just-“ He appeared from behind the counter. “-Wait.” He then disappeared into the backroom where he only stayed for a few seconds. Y/N would have thought that since he enjoyed working at The Stag’s Head, he would have at least lingered for a few moments to take in the last time he would ever be back there. But instead, he emerged wearing his coat, locking the door behind him, mere seconds later. He turned the lights off, and, walking over to where Y/N was standing, placed a gentle hand to her lower back, guiding her in the direction of the door that she could only barely make out in the dark. Goosebumps instantly ran up Y/N’s back and she inhaled at the pressure of Harry’s hand on her body. He held the door open for her and Y/N stepped outside, watching as Harry locked the front doors to The Stag’s Head for the very last time.

He looked around them after locking the door, checking up and down the three streets that came to a crossroad just outside the pub. Once his eyes finally met Y/N’s again he gave her the smallest smile, then motioned for her to lead the way back to their flat. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she could not find it in herself to do just that in that moment. Though it was just across the road, she very much appreciated Harry’s company back to their flat. Distance was nothing when the roads were dark and the faces of the figures walking past were left blurred by the dim streetlamps.

Harry held the door for Y/N once again, letting her be the first to enter the building. She strolled upstairs, unlocking their front door and watching as Harry gestured for her to walk on inside. The flat was dark, except for the warm yellow lights Nathan had twined around the railing of their terrace and the changing colours of the luminous Christmas tree in the living room. The kitchen was usually left in darkness, as was the rest of the flat, but since their eyes were used to night outside, it wasn’t hard to navigate their way to the stairs. They took their jackets off, and without her leather jacket on, Y/N was very aware of how much of her skin was exposed to Harry. Her dress showed off her legs, arms, and parts of her back to him, and she knew that, if he walked behind her up the stairs, he would get a good look at her bum.

She took her boots off and started up the stairs with her purse in her hand, hearing Harry make his way up them as well. If any man were to walk behind her up the stairs, Harry was one she trusted not to take the mick, to not look up her skirt and make her feel uncomfortable. But… after everything… she still didn’t want him to see her knickers. However, facing her door, she heard Harry walking up the stairs. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face him once he reached the first floor. What happened next happened so suddenly that Y/N barely managed to wrap her head around it before the moment was gone.

She had just turned around to face Harry when he walked up over to her. Taking a step back at the sudden closeness, she felt herself breathe in sharply as Harry’s face lingered only centimetres from her own again. Though the person standing in front of her was a man, a completely different person, something inside her brain took her back to that night when they were 16. He hadn’t been this close to her since then, had not touched her or looked at her like this since then. His eyes flicked down to her lips, and then to meet hers, wet lips parting as if the anticipation was killing him.

And Y/N had to painfully admit, it was killing her, too. As much as she had tried to fight it, it was impossible to now. She wanted Harry to kiss her. Not tenderly kiss her like you would peck a person you were in love with, or to gently rub his thumb over her cheek as a show of affection, or to hug her tight when they met up for lunch. No, she wanted him to fucking kiss her. She wanted him to grab her face and kiss her hard; desperately, needily. She wanted them to fumble to take each other’s clothes off, and for him to make up for how bad that first time together was. There was absolutely no denying it, Y/N wanted Harry. She really wanted him. All these months, all those moments spent trying to push the thought away, she simply could not anymore. There was a hunger inside her for him, but only in the sexual sense. She could never fall in love with this man, she just wanted to fuck him. And she wanted to fuck him bad.

Her own lips parted, and she looked into his eyes with an expression she hoped he could read, because she needed him to understand. Once again, Harry raised his hand, hovering between them as if he were unsure what to do with it. Fingers twitching, she could see he was conflicted, whether he should touch her cheek as it looked like he wanted to, or if he should stop himself. Y/N let her eyes fall to his hand, to tell him she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to feel him somewhere, anywhere on her. Just looking at him, she could see he wanted the same as her. He wanted to feel her body, to explore it in a completely different way to last time.

Harry’s hand fell out of view, and just as Y/N thought he was going to let it hang limply, uselessly, at his side, she felt something on her waist. A warm pressure, snaking around the black linen of her dress. She waited for him to pull her closer to him, for their torsos to connect, but it never happened.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered, eyes falling to her lips again.

She did not answer, instead just tilted her head so it would be easier for him to kiss her. With her eyelids hanging low over her eyes, her body language not showing any sign of protesting, and with her lips parted, Y/N hoped the message was coming across clearly. Harry leaned in closer, his nose almost touching hers. Her heart was beating so fast and hard it hurt. Her hands were clammy. All her attention focused on Harry and the electricity they created on that spot where his hand rested. He leaned down, lips hovering just over the crook of her neck, making her close her eyes. Breath against the hair of her shoulder, lightning shooting up Y/N’s back. He slowly leaned back out again, nose hovering beside hers. The anticipation was absolutely killing her.

“I…” But he drifted off, eyes falling to her lips again. She could feel his breath on her mouth, could smell his cologne. The tension was making her dizzy, she just wanted him to bloody kiss her already.

She was just about to do it herself when she felt his warm hand drop off her waist. She blinked, and the next second, Harry took a step back. He only looked at her, mouth working as if he was trying to find the right words to say, but there were none. So, as if blinking himself awake from a sort of dream, he took another step back. Suddenly, he opened the door into his room. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at Y/N. Again, he tried to say something that must have died on the tip of his tongue, because again, he did not utter a word. It looked like he physically could not say them out loud. Instead, he closed the door, leaving Y/N standing alone out in the dark hallway.

Y/N’s eyes rested on the door to the bathroom, trying to go over in her head where it had just happened. Had… Had Harry just walked away just now? Had he teased her in the pub, then done almost the same just now, only to walk away? What had gone wrong? Why had he not kissed her? What had made him step away? What had made him stop? Y/N could not answer a single one of the questions, and she doubted Harry would give her any. She closed her eyes, resting her head against her door behind her. This was exactly why she had not wanted to live with Harry, this was why she had not given in to his charms and flirts before. Now, because of what had just happened, because of how awkward that had just been, they were back to square one. Just living under the same roof as him infuriated her. She could not fucking stand Harry Styles.

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Headcanons pt. 3

To get thus out of the way. I feel like Hinata wouldn't have as much pressure in the next life. Sure she might compete in the same things like Neji.

But wouldn't be ridiculed about it because she was very honest about it with her father.

Lunch - High school

Itachi sometimes skips college or his police academy and just sits on campus with them. He brings enough for everyone if he remembers them. But it’s fine because both Neji and Itachi text each other and plan ahead, just in case.

No one notices that these seniors are having lunch with sophomores. But then again, everyone looks like a senior in that group to the student body and staff.

The cafeteria was their place in the winter because it was too cold to go outside. Every other season was set outside in the courtyard. They have a place deemed “theirs” and refuse to share it with others. Absolute will fight anyone that goes near their table.

Naruto does football but only quarterback because he’s there to only throw.

He has a ‘dog’ named Kurama and always plays frisbees with him. Because it feels like throwing a shuriken. Naruto does tricks with them. Like throwing two at a time and trying to go the other direction but it never works out.

Sasuke does Track. Other things like Hurdles and long jump.

Naruto, at some point: So sasuke runs from his family and his gay problems.

Tenten versus Lee in any Martial arts. Usually mixed, but if they want any specifics, tae juan do is a good stress reliever, for Tenten.

Competitive archery Neji and casual archery Hinata. Neji also does Kendo along with Hinata; She still presses flowers in her journals.

Sakura would definitely be in S.T.U.D.C.O. like office aid, student rep, or any sort of authority position. She was left spiker until she became the Ace of the Volleyball team. Tried to do softball and hated it, then she joined the mixed baseball team and loved it.

Ino would definitely have been in every single program, at least once. Orchestra first, band next, Choir sometimes, did gynanism for fun. Hates cheerleaders, does step team.

Sai is a punk as bitch for any art club. All if not most of his artwork are in the library hung up.

Shikamaru hangs out with juniors that have a steady supply of marijuana. But he also enjoys a good cigarette more than marijuana because that shit fucks with him.

Choji hangs out in the culinary hallway with his girlfriend Karui, because she aspires to be a chief. The culinary teachers also know Choji because they let him eat the leftovers and he suggests new and exciting flavors for them. It’s usually good but sometimes there’s a bad batch.

Kiba would be like the kid you go to or one of the kids that has a side business, within the school. Like he has snacks, school supplies, or marijana. He’s your go to guy.

Kiba has Akamaru as a service dog within the school, since he cant sneak him in without being spotted. He was approved with a doctors note.

Shino likes computer programming. The essence of computers and how smoothly a program could run makes him feel accomplished and so happy. And when he finally gets it? Oof. Euphoria. 

He sometimes does web coding for fun and fucks around with his tumblr page.

Shino and Shikamaru both have a mutual respect towards each other. Because Shikamaru has this uncanny ability to find bugs and crash games on PC.

Naruto surprisingly built the PC for him, he manually updates new parts and makes sure everything is good to run. Shino makes mods for his games, like GTA V, Minecraft, GMod.

They stream it sometimes and it's just great content for themselves.

It used to be San Andreas but the game kept bugging out all the time, so they updated to V.

Sometimes both Naruto and Hinata dip the group during lunch to visit their little siblings. By blood or not, they both deeply care about their younger siblings. Naruto goes through the forest to visit Honomaru. While Hinata goes down the grave path and enjoys the creeks, nature around her.

They both end up at the same school regardless of how much it takes the other to get there but they both enjoy seeing the faces of their respected siblings. And it’s all worth it in the end.

Their missing hands.

Sometimes when Naruto is away in College he completely forgets that his right hand is perfectly fine and not at all gone, damaged, or artificial. So he just doesn’t use it until someone questions why he couldn’t grab something and they point out his arm.

Shikamaru: Why can’t you use your hand?

Naruto: Huh? What are you on ab-

Naruto finally notices his arm and lightly squeezes.

Naruto: I thought I lost it in the war.

Shikamaru: Wha-

Naruto: But I got my brother back. Where’s sasuwuke?

Shikamaru: Naruto, you saw him just yesterday.

Naruto: Yesterday! Why didn’t he visit me today?

Sakura: He’s a block away, Naruto. How about you visit him?

Naruto: That asshole! I thought he was still at the Wave village?

Sakura: No you idiot, he just sent a letter last week, he’s in the Sound now.

Again, once out of the trance, both are very confused. 

Hinata and Sasuke marry. Well almost. Both Sasuke and Hinata are very private and didn’t want to tell anyone about the engagement but have spent a couple of months planning. And when the subject of her wedding dress came up.

Hinata: How about a kimono, like before?

Sasuke: Huh?

Hinata: Yeah, like my wedding with-

Sasuke and Hinata look at each other and realize that they were about to marry the wrong person.

Hinata: D-do we continue?

Sasuke: I mean we don’t have a date, and the invites aren’t out yet. No one knows about this and we aren’t exactly marrying because we love each other.

Hinata nods in understanding and sighs deeply.

Hinata: Then who am I supposed to marry? And what am I supposed to do with the ring?

Sasuke: I don’t care as long as I get my sword.

Hinata: Yeah, whatever you want teme.

Hinata immediately realizes who she was supposed to marry and so does Sasuke.

They call up a certain pinkette and blonde and set up a meeting.

Hinata, still knowing her gentle first, from memory and will abruptly start training. If everyone tries to stop her, she takes it as a challenger and will fight them. She stops once Neji is there.

Hinata Hyuuga or Hinata Hyuga. She often calls the wrong punctuation for the Hyuga estate.

It's changed to only one u.

Since Hinata’s mother, Hana, is alive, they didn’t set a garden in her honor.

Hinata: Where’s mother’s garden?

Ko: Her what?

Hinata: Her garden, because she died.

Ko: U-uh, Hinata-sama.

Hana comes out to see what is taking them so long: What sweetie?

Hinata looks at her mother and smiles softly. She looks around again and tries to look for her training trees.

Hinata: Where’s my tree?

Neji follows soon after: What tree?

Hinata softly smiles but looks at the bow and arrow that is in his hand. Having come back from training, Neji is still in his gear and sets Hinata out of her trance.

Tiny Hinata misses her flowers. She does replant her garden but she also scared the ever living crap out of anyone because of her ominous message before.

Neji and Hinata accidentally outing each other's sexuality. While at the mall, they both notice an attractive couple and look at them approvingly. Then they turn to each other and nod their head in understanding.

Hinata: The Girl, right?

Neji: The Boy, right?

Now they often tease each other about boys and girls alike. Sasuke is often caught up on the teasing.

Since it’s mostly done in sign language and he can’t help when he notices the straight face that Hinata makes when she signs. “Gay sex” and points at Sasuke.

Neji curses and walks away, then Tenten, Lee and Hinata are following Neji like ducklings. All signing "Gay sex" Sasuke is losing his mind.

BI hinata and Neji.

Family reunions with the Uchiha!

Since there was no big massacre, everyone sort of lives and drives everyone up the wall with their attitude.

Sasuke can’t handle them so he brings Naruto. And everyone kind of loves Naruto, so they accept him as an honorary Uchiha.

Adult life?

Because I get that Hinata and Naruto married at like 21 and had boruto a couple of years later. So I really want Hinata to have followed the same feeling except a couple of years earlier. Same with the other girls and their pregnancy months. Because that’s hilarious. 

Neji and Tenten finally get together and him not dying. Just the potential wholesomeness about that makes me happy.

No one knows who the fuck Rock Lee hooks up with. Like he dips for 2 years and comes back with a baby named Metal. Tenten is super worried because Rock has a kind of pure innocence to him, in regards to sex.

Tenten: Did you get roofied? Are you okay? How did you end up with a kid?

Rock: What’s a roofie? Is that a drink?

Tenten: Kind of, but don’t worry about it.

Neji: What’s with the kid?

Rock: He’s my son, say hi Metal!

Metal is a baby and gurgles at them. They are very shocked, but not surprised. Because it’s Rock Lee. A musclehead that doesn’t want to stop training.

So anything is possible

Childhood ?

Naruto has his parents, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Obito, Rin and many others. In this life but one time when he woke up to the house being empty, he just started crying.

16, very confused and just sits for about an hour in one spot holding his crystal necklace. His Mom walks in with groceries, with his Father right behind her carrying more groceries.

Naruto: Oh thank god, I thought you guys died again.

Kushina: What, no, never again! Right Dear?

Minato: I’m not going to sacrifice myself again anytime soon, if that’s what you’re worried about.

Breaking out of the trance, they question themselves and their memories. More so, their past life.

Sasuke abruptly hates Itachi and sometimes tries to kill him in his teenage years.

Sasuke: You bastard! How could you do that to our clan!

Itachi: Foolish little brother. You still haven’t caught up to me.

Sasuke is in a kenta stance but nothing is in his hand and itachi is very confused as to why he is staring at Sasuke with his hands in a very weird hand symbol.

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[zenosanalytic]

People What Aint From Round Here Is The Problem...

So I just watched Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood and I have THOUGHTS:

Ive read a few reviews&ruminations on this film at this point and I can’t believe that none of them got(or at least, mentioned explicitly) the primary thesis of this movie, spcl given that Tarentino flatly states it out the mouth of his primary protagonist within, like, the first 15-20mins of the film: “...most important thing in this town is when you’re making money you buy a house in town. You don’t rent... Hollywood real estate means you live here. You’re not just visiting, not just passing through. You fuckin live here.” i.e., the most important thing in Hollywood, to Hollywood, is the people FROM Hollywood; Everyone else is just a filthy, trouble-making tourist or profiteer who is “Passing Through” and “Doesnt Get It” and  “Is Fucking It Up”(It being the film industry), and probably “Secretly Hates Movies”. There are places and aspects of this movie that are basically a Nativist Angeleno rant, written by a life-long Angeleno film-nerd-turned-film-maker, against Hollywood’s critics(and his critics which he just totally conflates with the former), and probably non-Angelenos(and non-Californians?) in general.

There are two ways to read this thesis: Straight and Subverted/Satirized.

The evidence for reading it straight is pretty plentiful. Lots of reviews have puzzled at where the line connecting the constant hippie-bashing, the weird focus on knocking Polanski’s Polishness & preference for shooting in London, and the inexplicable pot-shot at Bruce Lee is, and I think this is it. “The Hippies” are repeatedly presented as a corrupting force: digging through trash, living in squalourous filth at the Spahn Ranch dragging members of “Old Hollywood” like its owner into it with them, selling drugs, and using sex to “control” men. And attached to this is presenting “The Hippies” as foreign; not only from another place, but refusing to assimilate with the LA way of life and hostile to it. The Manson family are the only explicitly identified “Hippies” in the film(other than, possibly, the one who sells Cliff an acid cig). The only “positive” portrayals of Bruce Lee in the film are silent ones of him teaching anglos kung fu, which has some fairly obvs and well-understood Implications.

But there’s also good evidence for reading it as subverted and satirized. Both Tate and Dalton are NOT from California, let alone LA, and Booth’s origins are left unclear. Dalton’s the only one of them explicitly id’d as being from elsewhere(Missouri), but Tate’s easy to google and she was a military kid who grew up all over the place. When Dalton returns from Italy, that sequence and his look in it are VERY reminiscent of the scenes introducing Polanski at the beginning of the film. The side-characters around Tate, perennially shown in a positive light, are also non-Angelenos. Doing Spaghetti Westerns revitalizes Dalton’s career, despite his disdain for Italian cinema. Tate and her crew, while not explicitly ID’d as “Hippies” and often shown in Mod and other fashion styles, are also presented in “Hippie” fashion, shown listening to “Hippie” music, smoking the “Hippie” Reefer(Im sorry, but Comedy Demanded this phrasing and I am Devout u_u), and implied to be living a polyamorous “Hippie” life.

It really is difficult for me to say which predominates. On the one entirely metaphorical hand, the ways in which Dalton’s Angeleno chauvinism are subverted and mocked are fairly obvs, but on the other emh, the film is FILLED with LITERALLY GLOWING nostalgia for this pre-Hippy, pre-Lefty, pre-70s, Conservative and Republican California&Los Angeles. Dalton’s focus on property-ownership&the film industry in the opening thesis could easily be seen as resolving these subversive contradictions to allow for a straight read(ie: Tate, Booth, and Dalton are “Hollywood People” who’ve both bought real-estate in LA, and who’ve grown up in film or film-adjacent fields and choose to center their adult lives in the film industry). So much, in fact, that I kinda started to wonder abt QT’s politics while watching it. And, if it WAS satirical, then what’s the point of the knock to Bruce Lee and focusing criticisms of Polanski on his Polishness and shooting in London? Is that just meant to characterize Dalton and Booth as nativists and racists?

It really cannot be said enough that there are REALLY MORE APPROPRIATE CRITICISMS to make of Polanski than 1)begin Polish, 2)possessing boyish effeminacy, and 3)preferring to shoot movies in London instead of LA. Which are this movie’s only problems with him(though it also takes the time to show him bitchily smoking a cigarette in an evening gown while being rude to a dog). Obvsl I dont object to villainizing an ACTUAL REAL LIFE VILLAIN like this shitstain, but I DO object to being asked(albeit gently) to participate in this film’s understated nationalist bigotry.

It’s possible that Cliff’s turning Pussycat down during the drive to the ranch was intended to be this but I highly doubt it. And if it was it’d be misrepresenting Polanski’s misdeeds enormously, considering that Pussycat, the too-young girl, is the sexual instigator in this film. Polanski liked to manipulate, drug, and rape underaged girls(he pulled the same shit with models in Europe before getting busted for it in LA, btw, then continued doing it after fleeing back to Europe); really not the same situation.

There’s another irony in that, while the film goes out of its way to call Polanski “boyish” and imply that makes him feminine and that this is Bad, there’s also a subtle under-current that... Tarentino sees himself in his youth the same way? He’s certainly never been short like Polanski and Jay Sebring are/were, QT’s 6 1, but the actors he cast to play them and the description made of the pair in-film are more than a bit reminiscent of how Tarentino looked&was discussed in the press back in the 90s when he was starting out. AAAaaand the film explicitly calls that Tate’s “Type”; leaving me with the question: would Tarentino be able to stop himself from implying a dead starlet would have been attracted to him? I leave the answer to your imaginations, Dear Readers u_u

Having said all that it IS a really good film, which I liked, I dont think it’d be very hard to set aside this political stuff while watching, the driving sequences are especially emotive&exhilarating, and there’s some seriously great acting in it. IDK if I’d say I liked it more than the recent Emma movie, tho.

I feel like each of the trio, Tate, Dalton, and Booth, were meant to symbolically Embody LA/Hollywood/California? Like Pitt especially seemed to be channeling movie characters and CJ from GTA: San Andreas throughout his performance, while I couldnt help but think of Ronald Reagan watching DiCaprio(spcl given the character’s likely politics). So there’s this sense in which the film is a fantasy of “Old Hollywood”, embodied by these three, Vanquishing its “Enemies”, represented by The Hippies(moralizing, pretentious, gross leftist) and potentially Polanski&Lee(foreign film ppl who refuse to integrate into the LA scene). Again, given the political history of Cali after this era, this embodiment raises some questions for me abt the film and QT’s politics(particularly in re: misogyny and feminism).

Also DiCaprio is totally going to get pitched a Reagan biopic off of this role and I sincerely hope he has the good sense to turn that shit the fuck down.

Circling back to the ranting at his critics, this movie was definitely and consciously a response to them. Like: up until the last 5-15 minutes of the film, and aside from a handful of too-lingering too fetishistic too on-the-nose creep shots of the female cast that Tarentino simply could not stop himself from making, OUATiH is precisely the sort of “Serious” film Tarentino’s critics have been saying he should make for decades now(of course he did Jackie Brown, which was that and which he blew Completely out of the park). And then there’s that bloody, gross-out, exploitation-movie ending. I dont actually think it was as bad as many critics were saying it was? For some reason I was thinking there was gonna be a massacre of the ENTIRE Manson family, which would have been totally out of left-field. But it WAS clearly a stinger of a major tone-shift thrown in as a Fuck You to the ppl who’ve called out his violent and exploitative preferences throughout the years. As for me I generally like his movies and think he’s a great filmmaker but he absolutely does go too far sometimes.

Rick Dalton, in an evening-gown, with a mixer full of iced-margarita in one hand, getting all up in the face of the driver of a loud exhaust-spewing jalope in his PRIVATE STREET was TOTALLY Tarentino himself :| By which I mean NOT ONLY that That’s ABSOLUTELY the sort of cameo he would have given himself 30 years ago and if it made any sort of sense at all in the film(which here it wouldnt have, obvsl), BUT ALSO that I feel 94% confident that Tarentino has actually done that at least once in his lifetime :| :|

I think the monologue&interactions T gives Bruce Lee leading up to the fight were probably more insulting to him than the fight itself. Contrary to popular discussion, it isn’t Pitt’s character totally trashing Lee, he gets in one good throw after Lee repeats a successful attack at his request(which I doubt Lee would have ever done from what little I know about him; not being predictable in a fight was his whole Deal), but rather an even duel between them(most of the fight is just the two blocking each others’ attacks). I dont think the film was trying to say “Lee was full of hot-air”, if it wanted to say that it’d have shown him getting trounced instead of showing him knock Booth down then trade him blow for blow, but more “Lee was pretty arrogant and a bit pretentious”.

OK, that’s abt all that I can think of right now: thanks for reading ^v^

#Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood #Quentin Tarentino #Long Post #Cinema #zA Reviews #Movie Reviews #zA Commentary #zA Opinions #analytic posts

[eggoreviews]

My Top 25 Games Advent Day 6 - Saints Row IV (#20)

“I was 12 hours into Dead Island when the Zin attacked. Now I’ll never finish.”

When I first turned this game on at like age 13, I had no idea what I was in for with this title. Saints Row IV is a wacky, self-aware and brilliantly crafted open world adventure that somehow seamlessly blends themes of 1950s American values, alien invasions and a Matrixesque simulation plot with enough wild characters, vehicles and setpieces to keep everything feeling fresh. Welcome, one and all, to the game series where you can wield a dildo bat.

Just in case you hadn’t figured it out from that intro, this game is ridiculous and it just knows it. In the first 20 minutes of the game, as your own personal designed President of America, you wander through the white house as the whole world is attacked by aliens. Then, with no real further warning, you’re thrust into Steelport, the aliens’ very own simulation for you to play prisoner, whilst also giving you the excuse to wreck as much shit as possible. Here’s where the fun starts.

Pretty much as soon as the odd tutorial is over with, the world is absolutely your sandbox. Being hyper-aware that the game world you inhabit is a simulation just makes you want to go wild on the death and destruction even more, which is made even more satisfying by the myriad of insane weapons, which include but aren’t limited to a gun that makes people’s heads enlarge and explode and a floppy bat resembling a hentai tentacle. Along with a vast array of odd superpowers that enhance both combat and movement, this game becomes a blast to play from start to finish. At the centre of all this, your player character, an overly macho, cheesy American, works to rescue and recruit an equally eclectic band of characters, who all add to the pitch perfect satirical hilarity this game maintains from mission to mission. Matt Miller, the edgy furry eboy, Kinzie, the possibly clinically insane techie and Keith David (voiced by Keith David), among others, remind you constantly how wildly unique and just plain crazy this whole thing is.

Everything about this game just goes hard. The city of Steelport is bustling, massive, alive; a world simultaneously populated by towering skyscrapers to run and jump over, alien propaganda and scathing commentary on late stage capitalism through Steelport’s many adverts scattered around the city. The world is pretty much bursting with side missions, collectibles, alien outposts to butcher, challenges and extra subplot threads relating to each and every other important character, so there’s enough content here to keep you fucking around in Steelport well before you progress the main story. But even when you aren’t tackling any of this, just sprinting through the city, up skyscrapers and flying back down, with the backing of the awesome, hand-picked soundtrack is an experience I rarely got tired of. In particular, almost every song in the rock radio remains in my playlist today and it helped me discover two of my current favourite bands, so of course this game has its place here.

Oh, and just to push the elephant out of the room, yes I have played Grand Theft Auto V and I can fully understand why so many people idolise this game and tend to leave Saints Row out to dry a bit. It’s expansive, fun and has a baffling amount of content, while also being grounded in reality in some sense. The characters in GTA are engaging and funny, but I guess it’s Saints Row IV’s totally ridiculous characters, world and narrative that drew me in and encouraged me to finish and, to be honest, left more of a mark on me than GTA did. Saints Row nailed its gameplay and its sense of humour for the whole thing, and then they completely ruined everything in Agents of Mayhem. But that’s for another post.

Standout Moment Award: Flying a massive jet plane into an alien mothership with the backing of ‘What is Love?’. That’s kind of all I need to say about that.

Standout Character Award: Matt Miller. Something about this strange, edgy man just made me love him all the more, especially since Kinzie hilariously hates him so much. 

Tomorrow: No. 19; Edgy teen gains inexplicable abilities. Local weather furious.

#eggoreviews #gaming #best games advent #saints row #saints row 4 #saints row iv

[imaginashon]

Thank you for answering that BBS ask! I'll admit, I'm glad you're aware of the tense situation and chose to acknowledge it instead of ignore it completely. (Also if you don't mind me asking, when did you start watching the BBS? And maybe possibly the first video?)

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON

I started watching BBS (or Vanoss first) in early 2015, a few months after I moved back in with my parents after graduation. I watched a ton of Game Grumps in college and a TON of Markiplier, but then I started getting into a really low place. I stopped caring about  my art, I hated everything I drew, went through one poisonous friendship after another, had trust issues and just didn’t care about anything. I needed funnier content, that just felt more candid, things like America’s Funniest Home Videos, where it’s usually accidental. (I never specifically mentioned this out loud, but those are the things that make me laugh the most).

My best friend pulled out VanossGaming’s 2014 Best Moments Compilation. This is IMHO, the best video to start off watching his stuff because of the way he opens it up.  

At first I couldn’t sit through it. I didn’T find it as entertaining. But then I tried watching it with my best friend again some time later and for some reason it was funnier. And after that, we binged his entire GTA V playlist for weeks, and then moved onto GMOD and everything else. Every time I had a bad day, She would ask if I wanted to watch VanossGaming.

Once we were through with him, I started going through Wildcat’s stuff, Moo’s stuff and H2O Delirious, etc. I wanted to see what their POVs were, and what games they played. I’m still a bigger fan of their group videos more than their solo vids, but some of them are still funny X)

So ye, since then, I’ve just rewatched and rewatched their videos. Because while I started getting to know them by heart, they still make me laugh and keep me happy. I still love Evan’s videos the most because even though he’s stopped caring as much for his editing, he’s still the best at editing his videos. He knows when to cut and when not to.

HERE’S SOME OF MY FAVOURITE ONES THAT YOU GUYS SHOULD WATCH (even though I love them all):

My absolute favourite Zombies video 

Prop Hunt Where Wildcat Makes all the noises

GMod ScaryMap where they get chased by the Black Lobster from Hell

GTA V Where H2O Delirious screams CHIPOTLE

I honestly love most of his videos but these are some of my earliest favourites. My parents don’t care much for watching his stuff mainly because Dad doesn’t care to hear people swear all the time, but the CHIPOTLE video is my mom’s favourite to this day and she’ll still mimmick Delirious when I talk about them.

“Oh you mean Chipotle?”

Okay long post! Please watch these videos if you can! And be sure to check out I AM WILDCAT, MOO and every other one of their friends :D

#ash talks #bbs #vanossgaming #i am wildcat #moo sknuckel #banana bus squad #Anonymous

[ectozombie]

BLOOP + for all the children u can think of >:3c

:0 you lil shit. Guess I'm gonna go off about everyone then. I'm gonna give solid 3 facts about some of my OCs. So prepare yoself!

Marius Valentin (COD Zombies Insert) He/Him

Fell hard for Richtofen first since he's a brilliant scientist (definitely not because of Toffee's interesting colored eyes)

Carries a small moleskin note/sketchbook that he keeps all of his thoughts and drawings in.

Absolutely despises war and hates the fact he was forced to be a part of it.

Ren Howell (ResiEvil insert) She/Her

She is a top researcher for Umbrella and worked on the Nemesis Project alongside Dr. Birkin

Has always had a facination with the human body and how it works so getting to experiment on them was a huge accomplishment to her.

Is Ace/Aro but has a severe soft spot for Albert Wesker.

Hael Pallas Lovette (TF2 insert) They/He

Absolutely despises their father and what he did to them as a kid leading them to have severe trust and abandonment issues.

Didn't mean to fall head over heals (pun) for Medic. The man just intrigued them with how he looked at death.

Will sometimes use their magic to prank Scout and Soldier just to gauge their reactions.

Verndari Rae//Shield Breaker (Apex insert) They/Them

Former Titan pilot; still has their Vanguard Titan TG-1001. Has a super soft spot for him.

Revels in being a human meat shield for their teammates because it lets them get up and personal to kill their target.

Has a love/hate with Caustic because he caught their interest. Doesn't mind being a test subject for him either.

Alistair Santucci (GTA V) He/Him

considers Trevor Phillips to be one of his "trusted" friends he has made since moving to Los Santos.

Is a complete dumbass who doesn't think about consequences, and has an equally dumb boyfriend named Derrick (who belongs to my boi @bot404 )

Loves causing problems for the LSPD by blowing shit up with remote bombs and just overall utter messy destructive chaos.

Taylor Bennette & Aiden Deveraux (Far Cry 5 dep and civilian/exotic dancer) gonna tag team this one since this post is getting long >>

Taylor has a younger brother that she would do anything for since that's the only family she has left

Aiden loves performing and after getting captured by Jacob, loves dancing for the mountain man.

They both have a deep down hatred for Joseph and how he treats his siblings as objects for the "greater good".

That's all I got for now because I cannot think of anything for my other babies.

#long post #cryptidchaos #s/i #original character #cod zombies #resident evil #tf2 #apex legends #gta v #gta v online #far cry 5 #far cry deputy

[illusion-of-sea-axes]

Heart

After their heist goes horribly south, Michael’s worried his crew might not all come back.

(Kind of a different ending to their Let’s Play - GTA V - Heist video)

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Heartbeats thundered in Michael’s ears.

It was his own heart making those sounds, pumping at accelerated speeds to re-oxygenate the blood as it was quickly forced back into giant mass of muscle after running through the streams that were only shielded by a layer of skin throughout his entire body.

As was proven by the dark stain blossoming through the clothing covering his right hip, Michael’s body had a lot of work to do.

He was running, cursing through rapid breaths and a half empty backback thumped against his back with his remaining explosives. He knew if he stopped he’d probably not be able to continue, so he didn’t stop.

He kept moving.

“Charlie One!? Come in, Charlie One!” A voice crackled over Michael’s still (miraculously) in-contact earpiece. He almost couldn’t hear it over his own thundering heartbeat and the blaring police sirens in the streets behind him.

“Ch-Charlie One…” Michael wheezed, swerving into an alley to try and throw them off the trail. He knew it would take a lot more work than that but it was a start.

“Oh, thank god. You alright there, Mi-Charlie One?”

“Shot.” He managed to answered, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a random car. It looked like it had seen better days. “Cops on trail.” He felt pathetic with such a simplistic way of response, but he was too busy putting energy into his legs and internal organs to focus a whole lot on his vocal cords.

“Shit. Charlie Two?”

A static filled silence greeted Michael’s ears and he felt himself grow slightly anxious at the thought that Ray had failed to get out of range back on the highway.

“Bravo One.... Bravo one is down.” Jack’s voice came over the ear piece and Michael felt greatly relieved to hear Jack’s voice, even though she sounded very pained. Michael desperately wanted to apologize right then but the sudden appearance of police lights at the end of another alley he had chosen to evade the cops cut him short.

“Shit-Shit SHIT!” Michael hissed, slamming to a stop and nearly falling onto his face.

“Charlie one!?”

“I’m cornered! Fuck!” Michael snarled, looking around for a quick escape and choosing the rusted metal ladder that was bolted to the side of the building as the cruisers parked at the ends of the alley.

“Location, Charlie two?” Geoff called out, seeming just as worried as Michael. Fortunately he didn’t sound in immediate danger. He was the only voice of reason in this mess.

“Don’t know!” Michael hissed, ignoring the agonizing pain filling into his leg as he scrambled up the ladder and threw his body out onto the roof.

“R-Ra-” Michael was cut off by a vicious cough as he rolled over onto his back and slowly got to his feet.

“Charlie Two, position?”

“I’m- Agh- I’m on some random rooftop… The cops are right behind me..” His breathing was ragged with both pain and exertion. Damn them all to hell, why did they have to flip over the fucking motorcycle!?

“Do you have any more explosives?” Ryan’s voice came onto the line and Michael shifted his half-empty backpack within arms reach and rooted through it, pulling out a small grenade.

“Yeah.. Yeah I got it..” Michael got an idea and quickly scrambled over to the lip of the building, peering down as officers flooded the alleyway. Six of them.

He held up the explosive and pulled the pin, dropping it down into the alley below. He quickly ducked out of sight as the police opened fire on the now revealed criminal. They shrieked in surprise and sudden terror seconds before it detonated. A large cloud of dust billowed out of the alleyway but Michael was too preoccupied with the new wound in his shoulder.

He hardly felt it, his body high on adrenaline and whatever chemical-shit his body produced when he went on a heist. A quick look seemed to clarify it was a graze, thank god.

“Charlie one?”

“Charlie one.. Cops are dealt with.. Any word from Charlie Two?”

Silence.

“W-What about Bravo two?” Oh god, please no. Please let him be okay.

“Bravo two.. Bravo two is.. Shit!” Jack’s labored voice cut off with static-y gunshots before a response came from Geoff.

 “Bravo one!? Bravo one!?”

“B-Bravo One… Shit, I need back up. I’m in that damn alley.. Bravo Two is.. I’m checking on ‘im now.”

Michael would have held his breath if his lungs weren’t already expanding to full size to take in as much oxygen as possible.

“This is one shit show.” Ryan commented sourly and Michael growled a response.

“Maybe you should get your ass off that fuckin’ boat and come help us then!”

“What do you say, Boss?” Ryan asked, clearly talking to Geoff who remained silent.

“Bravo Two is still here.. He’s pretty fucked up though… Shit, more cops!”

“Quickly.” Geoff answered quickly. “Alright team, new plan. Charlie One, find Charlie two and get your asses to the boat. Alpha two, get team Bravo and bring them back to the boat too. We’re gonna get everyone to Mount Chiliad like we originally planned.”

“I.. I dunno if I can do that.. Alpha One…”

“How bad is it?” Geoff asked, not missing a beat. Michael hesitantly peeled his leather jacket and the red shirt underneath away from the wound. It was a grisly sight of agitated torn flesh and crimson blood that dripped down it and stained his pale skin in sticky red fluid. He cringed at the sight.

“I.. I think it’s a graze. It’s bleeding like fuckin’ hell though.”

“Where’d you get shot?”

“The hip.. Shit, I might just bleed out at this rate.”

“Fucking hell, Charlie.” Ryan didn’t even bother to use the full codename. “Do I have to come pick up your ass too?”

“No.” Geoff shot down the idea before Michael could even process a response. “We can’t all just group up together before we get to the boat, that’d make us easy targets.. Can you walk?”

“If the adrenaline doesn’t wear off in the next few minutes, I can try..” Michael didn’t bother to say that staying split up made them just as easy targets.

“Can you steal a car?” Jack’s voice came over the line again, clearly strained. Michael couldn’t remember how many times he’d accidentally shot her and that made him feel guiltier.

“Well.. I can give it a try.. But, Alpha One, I thought you didn’t want us to leave a trail?”

“Fuck that! Right now, you’re already leaving a trail with all that blood gushing out of you. Your lives are more important than getting away clean right now!”

Geoff clearly was not interested in losing his crew, even if it meant Michael’s own involvement could be discovered. Although, he had lost his mask back in the motorcycle crash so it was likely already discovered.

“A-Alright..” Michael took a deep breath and pushed his clothing back over the wound and climbing back down the ladder. He stepped over the debris and dismembered officer body parts before reaching a cruiser whose door was still open. “Thank god, there’s a shit ton of police cruisers out here and I don’t even have to hot wire any of ‘em.”

“Alpha Two, get to Team Bravo as soon as possible.”

“On it.”

Michael slipped into the cruiser and shut the door, pulling out and driving back towards the crash site. Hopefully the officers would have cleared out before Michael arrived. Officers usually didn’t wear leather jackets and strut around with bullet holes.

At least he hadn’t seen any cops like that.

The highway still had a bunch of officers, so Michael parked a good distance away and crawled out over the side of the highway which itself wasn’t very high.

He snuck closer to the crash sight, ignoring the large puddle of what he could assume was Ray’s blood. Ray himself was pinned to the hood of a cop car, struggling with the officers who were stripping off his guns. His white mask lay smeared in blood by the car and his ear piece was broken into little pieces next to it.

Shit.

Michael pulled out his special carbine from his backpack and pointed at the cops before taking a shot at the one trying to put the cuffs on Ray. Flesh and blood sprayed the air and he fell on top of Ray, the blood gushing out of his head mixing into Ray’s hair.

The other officers spun around to face Michael and he started wildly firing. He had the five of them down on the ground in puddles of their own blood and one had ducked behind a cruiser. The only one Michael hadn’t hit was the one who had pulled Ray up to use as a shield.

Ray was an absolute mess.

His simple choice of shorts and a black short-sleeve were ripped and stained in blood. Scrapes, bruises, and quite a few cuts marred his exposed skin and Michael winced at the sight of what was likely a bullet wound in his upper left arm.

He hated seeing his crew members injured, but it did fill him with a short burst of a rage that he used to leap up and charge at the officer, slamming the butt of his carbine into his face before he could move the half-conscious Ray to cover him.

The officer dropped Ray and Michael held up his gun and fired into his chest twice. The bullets lodged themselves into the cruiser behind him and he collapsed.

Quickly, Michael caught Ray with his free arm and slowly lowered him to the ground as the pain in his shoulder increased and his leg started to throb painfully.

“Ray! Ray, speak to me buddy!” Michael hissed, pressing his hand to Ray’s scraped up wrist to test for a pulse which he was relieved to find quickly. Ray weakly moaned in pain and opened his eyes, staring up at his partner with a clear expression of pain. One of his eyes was half closed, a pretty bad cut sending blood trickling onto his eyelid and sticking into his lashes.

“Fuck… Michael..?”

“Shit, man, I was sure you were dead for a second there..”

“Y-You’re shot..”

“Alright, so you can still see. That’s good. Now, can you walk? I don’t wanna carry your ass back to the boat.”

“Boat..? G-Geoff said we were headin’.. Headin’ to Raic pass.”

“Change of plans.”

“Shit hit the fan, huh?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s still intact though… Ryan’s got team Bravo.”

“Jack?” Michael briefly remembered how Ray had screamed quite loudly when Michael accidentally shot her.

“She’s.. Alive. She’s got Gavin.. We need to get out of here..” Michael slowly started to lift Ray back to his feet, only to cry out in pain as a bullet grazed his upper arm near his shoulder wound.

He had forgotten about the other cop.

“Shit.. Michael.. You a’right?”

“Shit.” He hissed, leaning Ray up against the side of the bloody cruiser. “Yeah, fine.. Just gotta-” He briefly used both his hands to lift up his carbine and he fired at the other cruiser. The officer had ducked out right at that moment and his throat and chest was quickly riddled in bullets.

“Got ‘im?”

“Yup.. C’mon, Ray, let’s get the hell out of here.” Michael let Ray lean on him as the two limped over to the stolen cruiser and slipped into it. The moment Ray was sprawled out in the back and Michael was sitting at the wheel, he stepped on the gas.

They passed by multiple cruisers as they went to the crash sight. The cop probably called backup before trying to take out Michael. Son of a bitch.

No one seemed to question the cruiser (it was relatively normal looking despite what it’s previous owners now looked like in an alleyway somewhere) and Michael mentally thanked whatever divine power there was that Ray had managed to survive without fatal or more severe injuries and that they were pretty close to getting the hell out of the nearest collection of cops.

Ray was propped up against the door, one hand pressing against the bullet wound in his arm. Michael himself could feel the sticky fluid from his own body seeping into his jacket and into his seat. He could taste the metallic taste of blood in his own mouth from where he’d bitten the inside of his cheek when he was flung off the motorcycle.

It was a miracle he still had all his teeth and a fully intact skeleton.

“Michael.. How ya doin’?” Ray asked from the back, pain lacing his voice.

“I have no fucking clue.” His brain felt too rushed. All he could manage to think of was getting to the boat with the rest of the crew. His skin was still numb and if his hands were to release their iron grip on the wheel, they’d be shaking.

“Charlie one? Come in, Charlie one.” Geoff’s voice crackled over the earpiece and Michael let out a sigh of relief.

“Charlie one. I got Charlie two and we’re on our way to the boat.”

“How’s Charlie two?”

“Pretty scraped up. Got shot in the arm. He’s way better off than I am right now.”

“What happened to you?”

“I got shot twice since the plan change.”

“Are you driving?” Ryan’s voice came on, the soft rumble of an engine behind his words. He was probably on his way to team Bravo.

“Yes.”

“Holy fuck, Michael, you better hurry the fuck over here before you pass out from fucking blood loss!” Geoff snapped and Michael pressed harder on the pedal.

“I’m gonna break my cover. I’m using a police cruiser right now.”

“Turn on the sirens then.”

Michael hesitated before complying with Geoff’s order. A lot of the traffic cleared out of his way as he rushed down the road towards the marina that Ryan had said he’d docked the boat.

“This is the worst heist ever.”

“Yeah. It sure is.” Geoff answered, sounding a little distracted.

Michael ignored it and continued driving, the line going silent as they tried to regroup and get a hold on their situation.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the marina came into view and he swerved to a stop dangerously close to crashing over the edge and into the water. Ray hissed in pain at the sudden jolt, shutting up as several bullets pinged off the cruiser exterior.

“Hold your fire! Alpha One, it's me and Charlie Two.” Michael nearly said his boss’ name, but the man understood and the fire ceased. Michael opened the door and slipped out, opening Ray’s and helping him out.

As the two walked over to the stairway down to the dock, Michael started to feel the pain. Blood coated his jacket and he was starting to feel weak. His heart was slowing, adrenaline fading from his senses.

Geoff leaped out of the boat and ran over, catching Michael before he collapsed to the ground.

“Shit, Michael, you alright?” Ray was capable of standing up, one hand pressed against his side. Michael internally hoped he hadn’t broken a rib in the crash.

“Just fuckin’ peachy..” Michael answered back And Geoff slowly helped him walk down the stairway. Ray was heavily leaning on the railing to give him support as he followed the two down.

Geoff slowly lifted Michael into the boat and sat him down on one of the plush red seats and Ray sat down next to him.

Michael jumped as a loud string of curses crackled over his headset.

“FUCK-FUCK- OH DICKS- RYAN WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?” It was Jack, her pain forgotten for pure rage.

“Alpha Two? Team Bravo? What the fuck is happening?”

“Ryan just blew up a whole row of police cruisers and nearly flipped over the fucking car! We have wounded back here, dammit!” Jack was shouting and Michael could only assume she was referring to Gavin.

“I was just following Michael’s example.”

“Fuck you, Ryan… Don’t bring me into your shit.” Michael hissed, glaring at Geoff as he applied pressure to the wound in his hip with two hands. Geoff shot back a glare as well, frustration with an underlying tone of worry.

“Do you guys have Team Charlie?”

“Yup.” Geoff answered, glancing at Ray. “Got ‘em in the boat right now. Ray’s pretty banged up but he’s not currently bleeding out like Michael here.”

“Holy shit.”

“Still conscious.” Michael felt compelled to remind them of that. “H-How’s Gavin?” He didn’t even bother using the code name now.

“He got shot in the arm and the other shoulder. Fortunately the bullets didn’t reach anything really vital.”

Michael breathed a sigh of relief and his head thumped back against the headrest.

“He needs serious medical attention. A bullet got him right beneath the ribs.”

“You said-”

“It didn’t go deep. It’s almost a graze.. The exit wound is pretty big though. Geoff, you better have the first aid kit ready when I get to the boat.”

Jack was usually better at patching up wounds than the rest of the crew.

“Alright, Alright.. Ray, can you put pressure on one of these while I grab the kit?” He asked and Ray nodded, shuffling over. His hands took Geoff’s place as the kingpin grabbed a white kit from beneath the captain’s seat and opened it at Michael’s feet.

“Hey, Ray, I need to see the wound.” Ray nodded and unzipped Michael’s jacket, pulling it off the other man who would have complained if it weren’t for the fatigue seeping into every little piece of his body.

“We’re almost to the marina.” Jack’s voice chirped over the line.

“Good. We’re next to the parked police cruiser.” Geoff answered, pulling out some disinfectant and cotton balls. Michael felt the cold night air nip at his skin as Ray pushed his shirt up to expose his hip.

“Shit, that’s a bad wound.” Ray answered, watching as Geoff poured some disinfectant onto the cotton and pressed it against Michael’s hip. The man snarled a string of curses and his leg jerked at the stinging pain that seemed to retrace the pain the wound itself already caused.

“Relax, you big baby.” Ray answered, earning an annoyed look from Michael as Geoff did his best to clean out the wound before applying a thick pad of gauze to the wound and wrapping a bandage twice around his waist to hold it in place. Blood quickly started seeping into the bandage but it seemed to stall the bleeding decently.

Geoff lifted off Michael’s shirt and he weakly tried to fight him off as the man got more disinfectant-soaked cotton to press to the gun wounds in his shoulder and arm. He did the same as he did with the bullet wound in Michael’s hip and Ray helped him back into his shirt once the wounds were decently bandaged.

His skin still burned and ached where it had been scraped, but it was fine with Michael with the threat of bleeding out removed from his mind.

“You’re gonna have to get a new jacket.” Ray commented as Geoff pushed up Ray’s sleeve to start treating the wound in his upper arm.

“Shit, I knew it was a bad idea to wear it on a heist.. Cost me a dick-load of money.” Michael wasn’t genuinely upset about his jacket. He was just glad no one was dead.

He looked up at sound of a rumbling of an engine and watched as a car parked perilously close to the edge by the stolen cruiser. Within moments, Ryan was out of the truck with a limp body cradled in his arms and a familiar woman in a floral-patterned shirt limped out behind him.

Ryan wore a mask that looked exactly like the one Michael had been wearing when he and Ray got flung onto the highway. Michael’s was probably broken. At the very least the inside was probably stained in his blood after what happened to him.

Jack looked on the verge of keeling over. Ryan’s jacket was wrapped tightly around her midsection and stained in blood. He winced at the thought of the damage being caused by him.

Ryan reached the boat first and Ray shuffled out of the way so he could lay Gavin out on the seats with Geoff’s assistance. Michael wanted to pick him up and beg him to wake up, but he couldn’t make himself move.

The pale light from the marina lamp posts made Gavin’s skin looked more pale than it actually was. His face was covered in small cuts and he was missing his chrome glasses.

Ryan took the chance to help Jack into the boat, sitting her down next to Gavin and Ray stood up to get out of the way. Jack pulled out her earpiece, heavily breathing out.

“We really fucked up this heist, huh?”

There was a silence, but they all agreed. It had all started falling apart but they had gone through with it anyway. They had gotten too cocky.

Geoff was stripping off Gavin’s shirt, exposing his bloodied side. The bullet wound was a hole in Gavin’s left side and easy to see through. Only a few centimeters of flesh kept it from being qualified as a graze. Three separate wounds marred his left arm.

“Shit.. Gav..” Michael whimpered, watching as Geoff went about disinfecting the wounds and hissing frustration at the fast blood flow while Ryan grabbed wads of gauze and pressed it to an arm wound.

Jack had joined in, pressing another wad of gauze to the wound in Gavin’s shoulder with one hand while the other clutched her middle.

Geoff quickly went about to bandaging the side wound, making sure the bandages weren’t too tight, before he got to Gavin’s shoulder, just wrapping a thick layer of bandages around the whole upper arm.

Once he was all bandaged up, Ryan put his shirt back on to try and protect his skin from the cold even though it wouldn’t really do much.

Michael hated feeling useless and he watched as Ryan seated himself at the captain’s seat and started up the engine while Geoff started treating the wounds on Jack’s back.

There was one clean through her thigh that they couldn’t do too much about aside from bandage it as tightly as possible. At least until they got to the safe house on Mount Chiliad.

The safe house was an abandoned warehouse-like structure that Geoff had managed to turn into a shack with an underground base for the group to stage operations whenever they finished a heist (with little success) and had to recover or store their goods temporarily.

It had cost a shit-load of cash but it was a good trade.

“We ready to get going?” Ryan asked, slowly pulling the boat out of the docks.  

Geoff was reapplying Jack’s bloody floral shirt. It was better than being half naked in the cold surrounded by water. Hypothermia didn’t care who you were, after all.

“Yeah. I say we are.” Geoff answered, sitting himself down in the seat next to Ryan while Ray sat down at Gavin’s feet while Michael sat by Gavin’s head.

Michael readjusted Gavin so his torso was close to him and he wrapped his arms around the unconscious brit. This gave Ray enough space to sit comfortably.

Then, Ryan pulled out into open waters and began the ride to where they would eventually take a vehicle to the safehouse on Chiliad. They just had to stay off the land and as far away from the police squads for a little bit.

It was late. So damn late that the only real light was the faint glint of the moonlight and the harsh artificial light of the boat headlights.

Michael was lulled into a light doze, occasionally brought out of it when water splashed over the edge and added a sharp cold sting to the bitter wind.

After a while, Michael was snapped out of sleep by a quiet mumbling. He could feel the body in his arms shift and he looked down to see Gavin blinking groggily up at him.

“Huh.. M-Michael?”

“Fuck.. Holy fuck, Gav.” Michael had been able to feel Gavin’s heart beat beneath the hand he had pressed against his upper back, but seeing him actually moving and talking made him feel so utterly relieved. He pulled Gavin up into an awkward hug, not wanting to agitate the wounds.

“W-What happened..? W-We were heisting.. Why’re you-”

“Shh.. It’s fine, Gav. We’re heading to the safe house right now..” Gavin’s eyes drifted to the holes in Michael’s shirt, revealing the bandages that formed lumpy shapes underneath.

“M-My boi..” He whimpered, looking suddenly upset. Michael suddenly remembered the scrapes and bruises covering his exposed skin and the dried blood sticking to his chin and his nose. “Y-You got hurt… What-”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine… Me and Ray flipped, it’s fine. You need to rest.” Michael’s voice was rarely as calm as it was now and Gavin seemed to realize this.

“M’kay… Night, Michael..”

“Night, Gav.” Michael answered, the brit having already fallen asleep in his arms. The sun was beginning to wash the horizon a greenish-blue now. Everyone else on the boat was asleep aside from Ryan who was still driving the boat towards the shore near Mount Chiliad.

They had absolutely failed the heist. Instead of cash they got a fuck ton of injuries. But in the end, they were all alive. That was all that genuinely mattered to Michael. He’d give up everything. The lavish apartments, expensive cars, the huge bank accounts, all of it he’d give up to keep his crew.

Not like he’d ever tell them that. 

#fahc #michael jones #gavin free #geoff ramsey #fake achievement hunter crew #jack pattillo #GTA AU #ryan haywood #ray narvaez jr

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tagged by @dunmerhealer​ i lov u but this is so long

Rules: Answer all questions and tag 20 people.

1. What is your nickname?

Chupa, Chupacabra, fancy Lancey!

2. What is your zodiac sign?

taurus!!

3. What is your favorite book series?

the harry potter books. i’m questioning ron as well

4. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

yes!! absolutely!! i 100% believe in both. 

5. Who is your favorite author?

i used to really be into jerry spinelli, especially the book smiles to go. 

6. What is your current favorite song?

lowlife by poppy omg

7. What is your favorite word?

lonely, bismuth, charismatic are my favorite words. 

8. What was the last song you listened to?

bliss by muse!

9. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch?

pretty little liars and izombie!! both are incredible. 

10. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down?

ummmm deadpool omg

11. Do you play video games?

yeah!! skyrim is a big special interest for me!!

12. What is your biggest fear?

suffocation and people i care about being disappointed in me. 

13. What is your best quality, in your opinion?

i’m always willing to try my best and i’m passionate!

14. What is your worst quality, in your opinion?

ummm i’m too hard on myself all the time and i give up easily. 

15. What is your favorite season?

winter!

16. Are you in a relationship?

nope!! but i am crushing on someone.

17. What is something you miss from your childhood?

my parents not hating me lmao

18. Who is your best friend?

um probably sage, miles, scout, or my friend tj! i hope the people i mention consider me their close friends too ;;; 

19. What is your eye color?

brown and gold !!

20. What is your hair color?

caramel brown

21. Who is someone you love?

my best friends! see #18. 

22. Who is someone you trust?

my bestest friend in the whole world tj

23. Who is someone you think about often?

see question 18 and also keith kogane

24. Are you currently excited about/for something?

voltron season 4 and grand rapids comic con!

25. What is your biggest obsession?

skyrim !!! oh my gosh i love skyrim so much

26. What was your favorite TV show as a child?

i don’t know... i didn’t watch a ton of tv as a kid.

27. Do you have any unusual phobias?

i am terrified to death of ants!

28. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

either! usually behind but w/e

29. What is your favorite hobby?

uhhh i collect books in skyrim and i enjoy thinking about death

30. What was the last book you read?

the harry potter books!!!

31. What was the last movie you watched?

uhh either deadpool or sleeping beauty

32. What musical instruments do you play, if any?

uhhh i sing but i can play bass clarinet fairly well

33. What is your favorite animal?

an octopus hands down. or a bulldog idk

34. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow?

uhhhhhh @dunmerhealer​ @gta-v​ @cryptidquill​ @depressionmeal​ and @sayakuro​ are all lovely

35. What superpower do you wish you had?

shape shifting or getting a good nights sleep

36. When and where do you feel most at peace?

while playing skyrim, singing

37. What makes you smile?

my friends and my dog!

38. What sports do you play, if any?

i do competitive swimming and avoiding my emotionally abusive parents 

39. What is your favorite drink?

cherry cola or root beer from mug n bun

40. Are you afraid of heights?

eh not really

41. What is your biggest pet peeve?

people talking/making a bunch of noise during my tv shows

42. Have you ever been to a concert?

yeah! 

43. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

a potion maker!!!

44. What fictional world would you like to live in?

tamriel or w/e universe the sims takes place in 

45. What is something you worry about?

besides literally everything? whether people hate me or not

46. Are you scared of the dark?

depends, it scares me at times

47. Do you like to sing?

yes yes yes i love to sing

48. Have you ever skipped school?

yeah, a couple times;;; 

49. What is your favorite place on the planet?

my bed. 

50. Where would you like to live?

ideally? the arctic circle bc it’s cold and dry without mosquitoes but probably somewhere like canada or something where im not gonna be a victim of a hate crime

51. Do you have any pets?

uhhhh yeah! i have a dog and a cat and one fish!

52. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl?

night owl, definitely. 

53. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better?

uhhh sunrise when i’m awake for them

54. Do you know how to drive?

yeah but i don’t like it...

55. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones?

earbuds are easier for me but either way idc

56. Have you ever had braces?

nope! my teeth are the only straight thing about me

57. What is your favorite genre of music?

i like everything except reggae and country, but i usually listen to rap, pop, and alt rock/pop

58. Who is your hero?

ummmm maybe marsha p. johnson...

59. Do you read comic books?

sometimes, i prefer graphic novels. 

60. What makes you the most angry?

a lot of things but mostly people who are mean to ppl in the service industry (servers, customer service ppl, etc)

61. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book?

it totally depends on what i’m reading.

62. What is your favorite subject in school?

history probably. i love ancient history. 

63. Do you have any siblings?

just one. but.... i don’t like him much. 

64. What was the last thing you bought?

scab blood and liquid latex. 

65. How tall are you?

5′6 i think?

66. Can you cook?

yeah! i love to cook!!! :3

67. What are three things that you love?

tes (especially skyrim), my friends, and my dog

68. What are three things that you hate?

people talking during my shows, clusters of bugs, and the bubbling thing pancakes do

69. What is your sexual orientation?

im a gay ol boy

70. Where do you currently live?

michigan!!

71. Who was the last person you texted?

ummm tj

72. When was the last time you cried?

like yesterday oh my god

73. Who is your favorite YouTuber?

i like dan and phil, and i like buzzfeed for buzzfeed unsolved.

74. Do you like to take selfies?

... yeah

75. What is your favorite app?

when i had a smartphone, i loved snapchat

76. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like?

..... no comment. 

77. What is your favorite foreign accent?

i don’t have one....

78. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit?

petra in jordan!!

79. What is your favorite number?

420 ayyyyyyy

80. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting?

deep ocean but i’m scared of both bc i’m scared of wide open spaces

81. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil?

at best an adrenaline junkie? 

82. Are you allergic to anything?

nope!

83. Can you wiggle your ears?

yeah! i taught myself how. 

84. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something?

not often. blame it on the fact that im a taurus

85. Do you prefer the forest or the beach?

the forest. i’m not a fan of the beach...

86. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you?

that i need to figure out other people’s love language to have better relationships with people

87. Are you a good liar?

yeah... 

88. What is your Hogwarts House?

im hufflepuff as huffle-fuck

89. Do you talk to yourself?

yeah, or i talk to teeny. teeny is a voice in my head ig?

90. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

im actually really extroverted!

91. Do you keep a journal/diary?

no. i’m not very good at keeping up with one

92. Do you believe in second chances?

no, but i give them to people anyways

93. Do you believe that people are capable of change?

not really.

94. Are you ticklish?

not if anyone asks!

95. Have you ever been on a plane?

yeah! i love flying on planes actually!

96. Do you have any piercings?

yeah i used to but all ear piercings get infected.

97. What fictional character do you wish was real?

shiro. i think.... i think he would be proud of all i’ve done...

98. Do you have any tattoos?

yeah! i have a moon on my inner arm near my elbow, harry potter tattoos on my inner ankles, and a bee on my outer left ankle. all small, all stick and poke

99. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far?

coming out as trans ig?

100. Do you believe in karma?

yeah, kinda. i more believe “talk shit, get hit”

101. Do you wear glasses or contacts?

glasses!

102. Do you want children?

not really...

103. Who is the smartest person you know?

i don’t know. 

104. What is your most embarrassing memory? (EMETO WARNING FOR THIS ONE)

chugging a 20oz mountain dew in choir and then puking it up less than 10 minutes later

105. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

yep.

106. What color are most of your clothes?

i have a variety of colors but a lot of black and blue

107. Do you like adventures?

sometimes!

108. Have you ever been on TV?

no, i don’t think so!

109. How old are you?

17!

110. What is your favorite quote?

We never taste perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness. - Pierre Corneille

111. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods?

i like both, but i love sweet

112. Have your friends ever badly disappointed you?

yeah. 

113. What is your favorite scent?

rain, lemonade, fresh washed strawberries, green apple shampoo

114. Random fact you know?

uhhhhhhhhh im gay? 

115. What is your opinion on long distance relationships?

i am in a lot of them bc im ugly irl

alright!!! i’m not tagging anyone bc i don’t want anyone else to be like me and spend over 45 minutes doing this

#oh my god this was so long