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captainzigo · 2 months

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since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break

max college fund

launchpad rescue hero

costco 22¢ per bite

house of mouse

door to darkness

because i’m hispanic?

donald cousins catch and release

fish wife

the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas

backyardagins movie

evil versions boy band

gladstone gay moms

the poor part of town

private army of freaks vs my boys

you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor

kids table is great actually

donald cry gold swim

beautiful gold moon

villains table

these lovebirds

gladstone can’t read

gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt

louie seeing anyone right now?

managed my uncle’s finances

june dolls episode

may louie webs spy episode

house of mouse christmas hdl want to come

propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe

double gay batteries

daisy likes donald snoring

if you can understand anything he says then yeah!

sora. quack pack. bald monkey

i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge

why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend

we’re sisters now too???

The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream

are you guys playing dancing hacker?

how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.

you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session

Lady in pink but with a knife

girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.

sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.

I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?

louie x robin the frog

daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.

Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship

duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese

in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.

donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what

babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat

tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity

hey webby! *glittery hands*

webby diary

shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam

why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!

pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

WHATS UP T-BOYS?

donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people

donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay

dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he

huey ponytail

donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two

woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?

your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald

dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya

tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo

don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device

punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent

dewey’s many licenses

duck twins cobwebs

beaks: help! #911

katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer

uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??

when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow

HDL Tulin

HDL chart

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #dt17 #duckverse

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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Laughter Like Music Pt. 1

Summary: Y/N wants someone to believe her, and is very grateful when she meets a green-eyed hunter who does.

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Sex in semi-public place, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, slightly rough sex, dirty-talking!dean, slight Dom!dean, slight Sir kink.

Word Count: 3,346

A/N: So, earlier today I asked for some prompts or bingos or something that could kickstart my lazy muse. And I got some great help from @fandomohana and @peyton-warren, which I so appreciate. I have every intention of using those prompts to make some fun, smutty fluffy fics!

But as I was perusing those amazing prompts I remembered that quite a while ago, the lovely @eevvvaa sent me an ask with some fantastic prompts that I loved and had big plans for, but then never followed through with! 😩

So, I figured I would work on those prompts first. She sent me three batches of three prompts each (each batch has one fluffy, one angsty, and one smutty prompt) which were meant to be used together. So, I'm going to work all nine of the prompts (3 prompts for each part) into a little three part mini-series. This is part one, and it's ended up much smuttier than I'd originally planned. 😄 The next two installments should be a slightly better balance between the smut, fluff and angst. Lol!

The 3 prompts from her ask will be highlighted.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

“Jesus Christ!” Y/N angrily gesticulated at the cop across the counter from her. “Can’t you listen for one second? I am telling you that a man was ripped apart right in front of me, and you just refuse to listen.”

The gray-haired cop held on to the same unimpressed expression he’d worn from the moment she’d walked up to the counter and interrupted him on his computer.

“Ma’am, I have listened, and I understand what you think you saw, but I’ll tell you again that no missing persons report has been filed, and -”

Y/N cut him off. “He was a homeless man, it’s highly unlikely anyone is going to report him missing!”

“And,” the cop continued, talking over the end of her sentence, “and, what you’re describing is impossible. Now, you said you saw him very early this morning, is it possible you were just distracted, or overly tired?”

Y/N gritted her teeth and tried one more time to be heard. “It was almost seven o’clock in the morning, so no it wasn’t that early, and I was not over-tired. I’m not a fucking toddler. I saw what I saw. The man was sitting in the alley as I was passing by, and in a blink, there was someone ON him, ripping him apart with their bare hands. The man started screaming and by the time I pulled my phone out to call 911, they were both gone. I did not imagine it, I did not dream it. It happened in the alleyway between Walbash and St. Mary St. Can’t you at least send some cops down that way to look?”

The cop, Jenkins, his name tag said, finally let go of his uncaring expression and smiled placatingly at her, which was a thousand times worse, and made her want to punch him in the face. “Okay, ma’am. I’ll put in a request for a black and white to go past and take a look when they have a minute, alright?”

She just angrily shook her head and threw her hands up, frustrated beyond belief. She turned to walk out of the station, and ended up walking into a wall of male.

She let out a little cry of surprise and alarm, and would have fallen flat on her ass if two strong hands hadn’t reached out to grab her arms and keep her upright. She straightened up as he let go and tilted her head far back to properly see the two towering guys in front of her. They were both very tall and broad, and Y/N took a step back from them so she could stop breaking her neck to see them.

They were both in cheap blue suits, and the short haired guy flashed a badge at her quickly that said FBI.

“Ma’am, can I ask you to come with us, we’ve got a few questions for you.” His voice was deep and commanding and she couldn’t help noticing that he was also drop dead gorgeous. They both looked more like they belonged on a movie screen somewhere than in this dingy, police station in the middle of Nebraska.

But the one who’d flashed his badge had sucked her breath away immediately in a way that made her desperate to yank on his navy blue tie and pull him down to her level so she could taste those full, succulent lips. She was in the process of imagining his mouth moving over hers, and feeling the hands that had grabbed hold of her so tightly, pressed into her skin, or holding her in place while he -

“Ma’am.” The other agent was trying to get her attention and she finally broke away from that intoxicating green gaze to look at his partner.

“Huh?” She said stupidly.

The long-haired agent smiled. “We’d like to talk with you about the statement you just made to this officer.”

The frustration of the situation seeped back into her mind and she frowned deeply. “Aw, come on, look, I’m not crazy okay. I know what I saw, so if you’re just going to tell me again that I was imagining things, then…” She waved her hands to show that she was through with this crap, and moved to walk around them.

But as she tried to pass by the FBI Adonis, he reached out and once again grabbed hold of her. She looked up at him angrily, about to protest this civil rights violation of holding her against her will, when he spoke.

“I believe you.”

His voice was much softer now, as though he only wanted her to hear him. She scoffed slightly, not sure she believed HIM.

“How could you?” She asked, her voice equally soft. “It’s a ridiculous story, how could you believe me?”

He turned to face her completely and his unblinking stare made her heart start pumping double time. “Because,” he answered simply, “there have been two other homeless people attacked and killed, and because we’re pretty sure we know what’s doing it. Til now though, we haven’t had a witness. So,” he let go of her arm, “we have just a few questions for you.”

***

Twelve hours later, Y/N’s whole world had been turned upside down, and yet, she was grateful. From the moment she’d seen that creature, a werewolf apparently, rip apart a grown man like tissue paper, everything had been spinning. Ironically, it was the Winchesters' explanation that monsters were real that made her feel better. She wasn’t insane, she wasn’t delusional, they listened to her, they believed her and they got rid of the monster.

Now they were all sitting at a booth at the local dive bar called, “Suds”, and sharing a couple pitchers of beer and laughter. It was strange how quickly she’d felt safe with them, as though she’d known them for years, as though they’d always been friends.

Sam was intelligent, sweet, and entirely charming, with a smile that would light up a room - though it didn’t pop out as often as she would have liked. Dean was brash and sarcastic, a bit rough around the edges, but the absolute man of her dreams.

She couldn’t look at him without nearly panting. Everything he did seemed calculated to turn her on, from the way he gulped down his beer to the flirty smiles he was throwing her as she sat beside him in the booth, trying not to inhale too deeply and get completely taken out by his intoxicating scent. He smelled like warmth and sunshine, even in this grubby bar, and it was something she desperately wanted to get closer to.

He was also very funny. He had a sharp, sarcastic, slightly morbid sense of humor that made her laugh even when they’d been in a very dangerous situation earlier in the day. That was some kind of gift.

He was keeping her laughing and giggling now, as Sam left to get another round, by making up scenarios for different couples around the bar. He was hilariously spot on as he predicted their next moves.

Y/N put her hand on his arm. “Stop, you’re too good at this, just how much time do you spend in bars? You’ve got all their moves down pat!”

Dean grinned at her. “More time than is good for me, I can promise you that.”

She laughed again and Dean leaned an inch closer to her. “Man, you have the most gorgeous smile and laugh. Sounds like music.”

His voice was rough and warm and Y/N shivered slightly. “Cold sweetheart?” He asked. “I could warm you up.”

As Y/N felt her core muscles clench at the invitation, a pitcher landed on the table in front of them, and she looked up to see Sam smiling a little sheepishly.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” He said with a slight eye roll.

Y/N felt bad and said that he should stay, but Dean just smiled at his brother and slapped him on the back, tossing him the keys to his car. “Thanks, Sammy. Drive safe, I’ll take a cab home.”

Sam reached his towering body over the table and gave Y/N a hug where she was still sitting. “Take care, Y/N, it was really great to meet you.”

She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “You too, Sam, and thank you so much.”

He nodded, and pointed a finger at his brother. “Be good.” He said simply before turning and leaving. Dean slid back into the booth beside her despite the fact that the other side was now available.

Y/N wasn’t about to complain, as he crowded closer to her. He leaned in to whisper in her ear causing more shivers.

“Sam says to be good. But you sure make me wanna do bad things with you.” He slid his arm around her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin just under the hem of her t-shirt and doodling patterns there. “What do you think, Y/N? Wanna do bad things with me?”

All Y/N could manage was a quick nod and a kind of affirmative humming sound. Words were beyond her as Dean nuzzled his nose behind her ear.

“You’re all I’ve been thinking about all day, you know that?” He asked, as he moved his other hand under the table and over her stocking-covered thighs. “Do you?”

Y/N shook her head and then turned her face into his shoulder to stifle a moan as his long fingers swept up under her skirt to pass fleetingly over her drenched panties.

“Were you thinking about me, sweetheart? Hm?” He ran his middle finger along her seam, pressing against her clit and making her yelp with pleasure. His mouth was back at her ear and his delicious voice just kept pouring electrifyingly filthy words into her head as he touched her under the table.

“Were you hoping I’d get my hands on you like this? Anxious to feel my mouth against your skin? I was; I’ve been desperate to taste you, touch you, to make you feel so good.”

He ripped a small hole in her sheer stockings and pushed her panties aside to sweep two thick fingers through her slick. With a quiet growl that drowned out her gasp, he dipped his tongue into her ear before putting his lips to it. “Fuck, baby, this is all for me? I wanna taste you so bad. Do you want to feel me inside you? Say yes, baby, cause all I can think of is sinking into that slick, hot cunt and fucking you hard enough to leave you feeling me for days.”

As he twirled his forefinger around her clit, Y/N let out a deep moan that was mercifully drowned out by the guitars and drums of the rock song playing over the soundsystem.

“What do you say, Y/N? Wanna be really bad and meet me in the bathroom in a minute?”

Y/N was a shaking mess, but she nodded and then whimpered as he took away his fingers. As he started to leave, she pulled him back by his shirt lapels, and kissed him, sucking on his plump bottom lip as she’d been fantasizing about for the last twelve hours.

Dean quickly took over the kiss though, and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting all of her and leaving her thoroughly ravaged as he stood to go. He pointed a finger at her. “One minute, no more.” He ordered.

Y/N smiled, and though she’d barely had two full glasses of beer, she felt drunk as she bit into her bottom lip. “Hell yeah. I mean,” she purred up at him, “Yes, sir.”

She felt an electric buzz across her skin as his eyes got darker, pupils blown with lust. He turned on his heel quickly and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After he’d gone, Y/N tried to count Mississippi's to measure out a minute, but she lost track as her skin burned for Dean’s touch and her pussy dripped. Finally, somewhere around forty seconds, she gave up and rushed towards the bathrooms.

She looked around the deserted back area where the bathrooms were located before she pushed gently on the swinging door that led into the men’s room. When the door was barely open a foot, Dean’s hand shot out from behind the door and yanked her forward. He pinned her quickly against the wall, pushing his knee between her legs.

She gasped and panted slightly as she shook her head. “How did you even know it was me? I could have turned out to be a big guy named Bubba!”

Dean smiled and licked his lips as he rubbed his thumb across her mouth. “Well, if you were Bubba, then Bubba has some pretty small, delicate hands.” He said, grabbing up both of hers in his and raising them above her head, pressing them against the cold, ugly tile that adorned the whole bathroom from floor to ceiling.

Y/N laughed at that and reached forward to get to Dean’s mouth, but he pulled back slightly and with her hands pinned the way they were, she couldn’t reach him. She pouted, but he smiled, slow and sexy.

“Call me that again.”

Y/N knew exactly what he was asking for, but decided if he was going to hold his kisses ransom, then she would just play dumb and tease him back.

She blinked up at him innocently. “Call you what?’

Dean’s eyes flared with so much heat she felt scorched by it, but she was enjoying the anticipation and the game too much to give in too quickly.

Obviously deciding that two could play at this game, Dean manhandled her into one of the wider stalls and locked the door before pushing her against it, crowding her back tightly with his bulk, and pinning her hands at her side.

“Say it.”

Y/N grinned and bit at her bottom lip, her blood throbbing through her veins at the demanding look in Dean’s eyes. “Say what?”

Dean let go of one wrist so he could push up under her skirt and shred her pantyhose completely. The sound of the ripping fabric was like an aphrodisiac and Y/N was soon shaking with need as he pushed her panties aside and began circling his thumb on her clit. She pushed down against his hand and he pulled it away from her.

He answered her cry of frustration with a dirty chuckle. “What’s wrong, baby? What do you want?”

“Dean!” Y/N cried, reaching for him with her free hand, trying to unbuckle his belt, but he quickly slammed her wrist back against the door and held her there with an unyielding grip.

“Tell me what you want. Beg for it, beautiful. You’re so gorgeous like this, all hot and needy. So, tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

Giving up the game completely, Y/N strained her neck forward again, reaching for his mouth. “I need you to fuck me.” She cried out hoarsely. “Fuck me, Sir, please.”

Dean immediately spun her around, slamming her against the door while he lifted her skirt and then pulled her hips out towards him. She heard his belt buckle jingling and his zipper open just before he rammed into her, making her scratch at the metal door, desperate to grab on to something. But all she could do was flatten her hands there and press her burning cheek against the cool surface.

Dean pulled out and slammed into her again, pressing so deep and hard that Y/N had to shove her fist into her mouth to stop from screaming. Over and over, he crashed the head of his cock against her cervix, before pulling out, and running it gently over her sweet spot with every pass, tightening the coil in her belly until she finally came apart, her muscles squeezing around his thick shaft as it continued to ram into her clenching pussy.

Dean pulled out and she felt her slick dribbling down her thighs as he turned her gently to face him and then lifted her like she weighed nothing. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and guided her back onto his rock hard, velvety smooth length. She dropped her head back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and both arms around his neck.

He used his free hand to push up her t-shirt and bra, grasping and squeezing her breast with his thick and powerful fingers, before lowering his head to nip and lick at her nipple.

The pressure in her abdomen began again as he raised and lowered her slowly on his cock. It had been rough and hard, but now it was silky and slow, and Y/N wanted to cry with how perfect he was. He was sucking bruises into the skin on her neck when his thrusts began to falter slightly, telling her he was close.

She pulled his head up to hers and kissed him deeply, then panted lightly into his mouth as he reached his hand down to rub her clit, pressing perfectly on the hard little button and making her thump her head back against the door.

Dean wrapped his hand easily around the back of her neck and pulled her head forward again, pulling her gaze to his. “Look at me, Y/N. I wanna see the look in your eyes when you fall apart this time, wanna watch the pleasure explode across your beautiful face as you come.”

With two more twirls of his finger against her, he got his wish and Y/N couldn’t stop the loud cry of pleasure that erupted from her as she climaxed. She closed her eyes briefly when she came, but opened them again quickly, however, as Dean’s thrusts became sloppy and frantic.

She clung to his shoulders and did her best to slide up and down on him, watching his face as the muscles stuttered there and he moved his hand from between their bodies to smash against the door and brace himself, as he slammed into her tight, slick body. With a guttural yell that she was sure had to echo out over even the loudest music and into the bar, she felt him pulse deep inside her, coating her walls with his thick warmth.

He stood still for a moment, both of them panting out their exertion. Suddenly the door flew open and Y/N yelped as a voice called into the bathroom from just outside the swinging door.

“Look if you guys are done, you gotta pull your pants up and get on your way!” The gruff, annoyed voice yelled to them. “People gotta get in here to use the bathroom, and they don’t need a peep show.”

They heard the swinging door close behind him and were silent for a minute more before they both burst into laughter. In the midst of their chuckling and humor, Dean pulled out of Y/N’s body, and helped her set her clothing right before putting his spent cock back into his pants and zipping up.

As he tried to buckle his belt, Y/N pushed his hands aside to take over the task. She smiled up at him coyly, slightly shy to ask what she wanted to.

“So, I know you and Sam have to take off tomorrow, but do you have plans for the rest of the night? Maybe we could swing by my place, and try this again, minus the bar patrons and on a really nice king sized bed?”

As she slid the leather end of his belt into the loop, he leaned down to kiss her softly, all his brute strength and raw passion seemingly tamped down for the moment as he slid his long fingers into her hair and kissed the tip of her nose before sipping at her lips once more.

“Hell yeah.” He said, echoing her earlier agreement. “I mean, yes, Ma’am.”

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kk095 · 11 months

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The Drive By

Adriana Torrez was a 22 year old Latina with a fiery, outgoing personality. She stood at 5’2 with a pleasantly plump build, had dark curly hair, brown eyes, a naturally tan complexion, and colorful tattoo sleeves up and down both arms. Adriana was always a little rebellious and had the tendency to hang out with a rougher crowd.

A few nights ago, Adriana was hanging out at a friend’s apartment with a few people. It was her, her friend Crystal, a guy Diego who was a drug dealer in the neighborhood, and a guy Jay who’s gang affiliated. The group was just hanging out in the living room of the first floor apartment drinking, smoking weed, and listening to music. Out the living room window, a black SUV pulls up, kind of idling in front of the apartment. “who the hell’s that?” crystal asks. Suddenly, the back passenger side window of the SUV lowers, and out is an Uzi sub machine gun. The gunman sprays a few quick bursts into the apartment through the living room window. Diego is struck twice in the head before he even has a chance to react, dropping dead to the floor. Adriana unfortunately gets caught up in the crossfire, being struck twice in the chest, and once in the left shoulder, collapsing to the floor bleeding profusely. Jay pulls his gun from a drawer in the living room table and heads outside attempting to confront the shooter, but the SUV had already sped off into the night. “oh my God, oh my God! Adriana?!” crystal shouted, on the verge of tears. Adriana laid on the floor, gurgling on her own blood while bleeding out. Adriana had a terrified look in her eyes, but couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. “jay! We gotta call 911!” crystal shouted in a panicked tone. “no no no, fuck that. I got weed and guns in here. I don’t want the cops coming!” Jay protested. “her and Diego got fuckin shot! Come on bro!” crystal cried out. “naw, fuck this shit. I’m outta here.” Jay said, grabbing his car keys and heading out the door, heading to God knows where. Crystal decided to call 911 on her cell phone once Jay left.

“911, what is your emergency?” a female dispatcher’s voice asked. “Help! Help! There’s been a shooting at my friend’s apartment! You gotta hurry!!!” crystal shouted into the phone, practically on the verge of tears. “what is the location of your emergency?” the dispatcher asks in response. “I don’t know! It’s the apartment complex off conway boulevard near the liquor store. You gotta hurry! My friend’s dying!” crystal yelled into the phone, sobbing at this point. “alright ma’am, I have police and EMS en route. Please remain on the line for me.” The 911 operator replied.

In a few minutes, officer Natalie was first on scene. She entered the residence with her gun drawn. “hey! Over here! Help!!!” crystal shouted. Natalie put her gun back in her holster and headed over. “I have 2 victims. One deceased male Hispanic, early 20s, one Hispanic female early 20s, multiple gsw’s. Requesting EMS and homicide on scene.” Natalie said into her radio. “10-4. EMS is already en route. We’ll reach out to homicide.” A male voice on the radio replied to officer Natalie. “hi sweetie, I’m officer Natalie. Can you tell me who did this?” Natalie asks Adriana. The terrified girl gurgles on her own blood, spitting some up, with tears rolling down her face. “I… I don’t know. There was a black truck outside…” Adriana replied to officer Natalie. “great job sweetie, that’s really helpful. Do you know whose truck it is? Have you seen it before?” Natalie replied, holding the mortally wounded young lady’s hand. “I don’t know… I’m so scared…” Adriana replied, squeezing the officer’s hand tightly. “it’s ok sweetie, I have help on the way. The ambulance is gonna be here soon.” Officer Natalie says, trying to keep the girl calm. “What’s your name hunny?” Natalie asks the girl, trying to keep her calm. “adriana…” she replies. “I’m Natalie. I wish we met under different circumstances sweetie.” Natalie says back to the young lady, still holding her hand.

Finally, medics Tracy and Stephanie show up. “whoa, what happened here?” Stephanie asks, looking at the hectic scene. “drive by shooting. Guy over there didn’t make it, coroner and homicide are coming. But this is Adriana. She got hit a couple times and needs some attention.” Officer Natalie tells the two medics. “pleaee… don’t go anywhere… I’m scared…” Adriana says to officer Natalie. “it’s gonna be ok, I’m not gonna go anywhere.” The cop tells Adriana. “is she gonna be ok?!” crystal shouts, standing in the background. “she’s in good hands. I’m sure they’ve seen worse before.” Officer Natalie replies.

Tracy and Stephanie snip off Adriana’s top and bra, examining the bullet trajectory. “all 3 rounds have entry and exit wounds. Went clean through her.” Medic Tracy says. “yeah, tons of blood loss. Let’s get an IV set up and get her going on fluids and pain meds.” Medic Stephanie replied. With that said, IVs were set up in both arms, with fluid resuscitation commencing immediately, along with a dose of pain meds. Tracy stuck some EKG electrodes onto Adriana’s bare, blood soaked chest and set up the heart monitor while Stephanie removed Adriana’s pants, socks, and pair of Jordans she was wearing. “vitals unstable. BP 60/palp, heart rate’s 140, O2 saturation 91%. We gotta get her to the ER ASAP.” Tracy said. Tracy and Stephanie got Adriana onto a gurney, and brought her out of the living room, wheeling her into the ambulance nearby. Officer Natalie was allowed to come into the ambulance with Adriana since homicide and the coroner’s office arrived on scene to begin their investigation, talk to crystal, and take Diego’s body.

The heart monitors beeped loud and fast during the ambulance ride, with no sign of improvement in Adriana’s vital signs. “natalie… am I gonna die?...” Adriana asked the cop, tears running down her face. “it’s all gonna be ok, I promise.” Natalie replied calmly, trying to reassure the girl. “it hurts so much…” Adriana replied, spitting up more blood. “I know sweetie. It’s all gonna be ok.” Natalie replies, holding the girls hand, while stroking her hair with the other hand.

Adriana remained conscious the entire way to the hospital, and was wheeled into the trauma bay where Dr Lindsay, Dr Jose, nurse Nancy, and nurse Heather waited. “22 year old female, multiple GSWs to the chest and shoulder. Hypotensive, tachy, started fluids on scene.” Medic Tracy summarized to the trauma team. “ok thank you, let’s transfer her on my count. 1..23!” Dr Lindsay ordered. Adriana was now on the trauma room table underneath the large, bright overhead light. Officer Natalie and the two medics were asked to wait behind the yellow line in the trauma room so the doctors and nurses could have space to work. “natalie?... You there?...” a terrified Adriana asked. “I’m just over here. They want me to wait here while they work, ok?” the cop replies.

“Diminished breath sounds left side.” Dr Jose calls out after listening to Adriana’s heart and lungs with his steth. “alright, she probably needs a chest tube. Let’s get that set up. And let’s get her started on the MTP. 4 units packed RBCs unmatched, 2 of platelets, 2 of plasma.” Dr Lindsay barked out, taking charge of the stressful situation. “doctor… am I gonna die?...” a terrified Adriana asks Dr Lindsay. “you’re in good hands, ok?” Lindsay replied, not exactly reassuring the young lady. Jose begins placing the chest tube on the left side. Adriana yelps at the top of her lungs, several octaves above her normal speaking voice, feeling the scalpel’s every move, and the large plastic tube being jammed into such a small space. Blood shot out of the chest tube and onto Dr Jose’s trauma gown. Her oxygen saturation improved, but her vitals did not. “please… I’m so scared… I don’t wanna die…” Adriana begged the trauma team after the brutal, painful procedure was finished up.

Not too long after the chest tube was placed, Adriana began to deteriorate rapidly. She spit up more blood, and her eyes started to roll back into her head. “adriana? Stay with us hun.” Nurse Nancy said, doing a sternal rub. Adriana groaned, her eyes opening slightly in response as she fought with everything she had left to remain conscious. Adriana’s eyes were open slightly, letting out a calm exhale followed by a bit of blood before fading away. “I lost a pulse.” Nurse Heather called out, her blue eyes trained on the heart monitor to confirm. “starting compressions.” Nurse Nancy stated to the team. The veteran nurse delivered deep, strong, forceful compressions while nurse Heather grabbed an intubation tray. Officer Natalie was still watching behind the yellow line in the trauma room, absolutely sick to her stomach watching the young lady receive cpr. With CPR ongoing, Heather begins sliding the ET tube into Adriana’s airway while her head bobbed and lolled a bit, making it a bit of a moving target. Heather had to really concentrate, which was easier said than done in the chaotic situation of monitors chirping, CPR ongoing, and people shouting. Finally, Heather gets the tube in, and secures it with a blue tube holder. “I’m in!” she says confidently, then starts ambu bagging. PEA was on the monitors, so epi and atropine were injected intravenously in an attempt to obtain a shockable rhythm. Adriana’s eyes remained half open, staring blankly off to the room as her bare, busty chest is rocked with harsh compressions.

Several minutes of unsuccessful resuscitation efforts and another dose of meds are pushed, but PEA persisted. “thoracotomy tray. I’m gonna open her up.” Dr Lindsay called out decisively. Betadine was squirted into Adriana’s bare chest, with an incision being made no more than a second after the brownish-orange liquid hit her skin. Dr Lindsay made a quick, crude incision in the 5th intercostal space starting just shy of the sternum. The cut was extended laterally across her chest, underneath her large, plump breast, and ending just shy of her left armpit. In the coming moments, Dr Lindsay did her thing and cracked Adriana’s chest wide open.

There was a large rush of blood that exited the incision area upon entry to the chest cavity. The area was suctioned out multiple times, and a vascular clamp was placed on the descending aorta near the girl’s diaphragm. Lindsay performed a quick pericardiotomy and relieved a massive cardiac tamponade with clots that were able to be suctioned out. At that point, Adriana’s heart began to fibrillate. The internal paddles were charged to 20, lowered into her chest, and a shock was delivered. A dull, wet thump was heard. From Natalie and the medics’ position, you could see Adriana’s toes curl, showing off the deep, thick, soft wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 7 feet. “Nothing. Charging to 30.” Dr Lindsay called out. The electric whining of the paddles charging could be heard, followed by a wet ka-thunk. “no change, charging again to 30.” Dr Lindsay called out, eyes trained on the heart monitor for a moment. The large, spoon shaped paddles were lowered back into Adriana’s chest around her twitching heart, and a shock was delivered. Her torso jolted a bit and her large, d cup breasts jiggled for a moment. “still nothing. Let’s hit her again at 40.” Dr Lindsay called out, shaking her head. The paddles were lowered back in, and a shock was delivered. Adriana’s torso twitched sharply in response to the dose of electricity, while her eyes remained half open, staring upwards in an expressionless gaze. Dr Lindsay reached her hands back into Adriana’s chest, firmly wrapped her hands around the dying girl’s heart, and began vigorously massaging it. Another dose of meds were injected intravenously, hoping to stimulate cardiac activity.

A few cycles of internal massage and meds failed to restore spontaneous circulation, so the internal paddles were recharged and called for once again. The blood soaked paddles were lowered back in, and another shock was delivered. “no change. Shocking again at 40.” Lindsay called out, lowering the paddles back in as the electric whining sound was heard. The same dull, wet thump was heard, but the high pitched droning of the monitors going flat was heard almost instantaneously after the shock. Lindsay looked down and saw the girls heart sitting completely motionless and still inside her chest. “pupils fixed and dilated.” Dr Jose added, shining a pen light into Adriana’s eyes. Lindsay sighed, “she’s gone. Time of death, 1:36am.”

The ambu bag was detached from the ET tube and the flatlined monitors were shut off. Nurse Nancy gently shut Adriana’s eyes for the final time. “no! She’s young! Come on, shock her again!” officer Natalie shouts at the team, on the verge of tears. “nat…come on…” medic Stephanie says discretely, putting her hand on the cop’s shoulder. “she can’t be gone! She was talking to me on the way over!” Natalie cried out, trying to plead with Lindsay. “I’m sorry Natalie, but she’s gone. We did the best we could, but she lost so much blood in such a short timespan.” Lindsay replied, trying to be sympathetic towards the upset cop. “then give her more blood! Do something!” Natalie yelled, tears rolling down her face. “nat, I’m sorry. We all did our best.” Lindsay replied. Natalie collapses to the ground and cries “no…”

The drive by shooting of Diego Ortega and Adriana Torrez is still under investigation. Detectives still don’t have any leads on the whereabouts of the black SUV, or the location of Jay. If you have any information critical to this case, please reach out to the authorities. We also would like to keep the family and friends of the victims in our thoughts and prayers in this difficult time.

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Hey, your old bts posts reminded me - one of the actresses who played a pregnant lady in 1x07, Grasie Mercedes, has a podcast where oliver was a guest on it called "Not [blank] enough" and oliver's episode is "episode 12: not talented enough" (1 of 3 he's done available on spotify that I'm aware of). Not sure if you've listened or if most people new to the fandom are aware but it's definitely worth a listen (as is the one he did with national fire radio as he talks a lot about the show with real firefighters) 😊

Yes! I've listened to majority of the podcast he's done. They're all great listens.

Not (Blank) Enough - 12. Oliver Stark : Not Talented Enough Spotify - Apple Music

Imposter syndrome, white privilege, and body image are just a few things Oliver Stark discusses with Grasie Mercedes in an intimate conversation that they titled, Not Talented Enough.

National Fire Radio - The Size Up Episode 7: Oliver Stark Spotify - Apple Music

On this episode of The Size Up, Pip is joined by Rob Ridley from National Fire Radio. They welcome actor Oliver Stark, from the Fox Drama 9-1-1. Oliver plays firefighter Evan “Buck” Buckley on the show, which is now going into the 4th season. Pip and Oliver met just over a year ago, when Pip learned of Oliver's support for 5-5-5 Fitness. The guys spend some time talking about how the actors on the show, first priority is to portray emergency responders as regular people who choose to do a difficult job. Listen in to learn more about the show, Oliver's life and how he has been acclimating to this new normal.

Shut Up and Listen with Heather Matarazoo - Oliver Stark Spotify - Apple Music

In this week's episode, Heather speaks with Oliver Stark (9-1-1) about working through his fear as an actor, his experience growing up in London and why willingness is so important.

Strong Female Characters - "What we watch should be a reflection of how we live our life." Spotify - Apple Music (Oliver joins at 40 minutes)

Cher & Preeti talk about midlife crisis earrings, the lack of female protagonists in video games, and have a thoughtful conversation with Oliver Stark (Into the Badlands, 911) about feminism and allyship.

#anon #answered #podcasts #oliver stark #i havent listened to 'shut up and listen' because the audio isnt a great quality on spotify and it was bugging me

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Glitter and Be Gay

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Lexi Mitchell

Rating: K

Summary: When Carlos gets called to an incident at a Valentine's themed drag brunch the fallout is much worse than he could have anticipated.

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Of all the things Carlos had imagined doing today, getting called to a drag brunch was not one of them. And so far, it was not going well.

“Ma’am, I promise we are just here to help,” Carlos says for the third time holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner. They still haven’t even made it past the doorway, but he can hear some kind of ruckus going on inside.

“And I am telling you that if you keep calling me ‘ma’am’ we’re going to have words honey,” the queen tells him, her rhinestoned top glittering under the lights. “The name is Peaches.”

“Look, someone in here called 911,” Lexi says. “We are obligated to at least check it out.”

“My girls can handle it,” Peaches says, brushing them off. “We don’t need police in here and we don’t want police in here.”

“Peaches,” Carlos tries again, “if someone in there needs help and you don’t let us do our jobs, there’s a good chance you’ll be held liable. Please let us through.”

There’s a massive crash and several people cry out, startling Peaches. “Oh my god!”

“Okay, we’re coming in,” Carlos says, pushing past her.

The space is crowded, a long runway cutting through the middle of the tables and leading to a stage at the far end of the room. Every surface is covered in pink and red, feathers, confetti, and flowers making the space look like the inside of Cupid’s bedroom. But the most notable feature is the queen onstage who is in a wrestling match with what appears to be a very drunk woman over a bow and arrow. “Doll I don’t know who you think you are, but nobody touches my props!” the queen says sharply.

“I gotta fall in loooooooooove!” the woman shouts back, tightening her hold.

“Get it Loretta!” someone else whoops and Carlos follows the sound to a table right next to the runway full of other inebriated women, clearly Tracy’s entourage.

“What in the hell…” Lexi says and Carlos has to agree. Just when you think you’ve seen everything, Austin surprises you with chaos at a Valentine’s themed drag brunch. Perfect.

“Okay, ma’am, we’re going to need you to come down,” Carlos calls over the din of voices and music. He strides closer and holds out a hand. “Come on, off the stage please.”

“But I need to fall in love!” the woman, Loretta, yells and Carlos wonders if she’s high as well as drunk.

“Babydoll, ain’t nobody gonna want you like this,” the drag queen says, looking like she’s starting to break a sweat.

Loretta practically growls at her. “You are the rudest Cupid I’ve ever met.”

“Okay, you know what? Fine. All yours sweetcheeks.” The queen lets go and Loretta stumbles back a few steps, holding up her prize triumphantly as her friends scream and cheer her success.

“Great, you got what you wanted, let’s come down and let the professionals finish the show,” Carlos coaxes.

But Loretta isn’t persuaded. Instead she starts parading back and forth, the bow and arrow being leveled at random audience members.

“I think we’re going to need paramedics on this one,” Carlos says and Lexi nods, turning away to call into dispatch on her radio. “Ma’am! Please get down before you hurt yourself or someone else!”

“Are you going to get her off the stage or what?” Peaches says as she pushes her way into the room, hands on her hips.

“I thought you didn’t want us here,” Lexi says.

“I don’t. But since you claim you keep the peace, go right ahead. Get us some peace.” Peaches gestures toward the stage where Loretta has now found a feather boa and is using it to put on quite a show.

Carlos and Lexi exchange looks. “I don’t do stages,” she says.

He squint at her. “What do you mean you ‘don’t do stages’?”

“My mom tried to put me in pageants when I was five. Didn’t end well.”

“Oh my—-fine,” Carlos says with a roll of his eyes. He walks toward the stage and uses one hand to hoist himself up. “Okay, ma’am, let’s go. You need to come with me right now.”

“Hey!” she says. “You’re ruining my show.”

“It’s not your show,” Carlos says patiently. “So you need to come down. Let’s get you off this stage, maybe have some water and we’ll see how you feel.”

Loretta flips her boa around her neck and sends him a menacing look. “You’re stealing my spotlight.”

“Loretta,” Carlos says. “This is the last time I’m going to ask. Please come down off the stage with me.”

“No!” she yells, throwing the bow and arrow at him and then taking off through the curtains into the backstage.

Carlos ducks under the projectile, then follows her into a narrow, dimly lit back area. There are clothing racks full of dresses and props, along with random furniture pieces, lighting, and sound equipment. He trips over a cord on the floor and when he regains his balance, he’s lost sight of his quarry. “Loretta!” he calls. “I just want to make sure you’re okay! Please come out and let’s talk.”

There’s no response other than the sounds of the crowd on the other side of the curtain. Lexi still hasn’t made an appearance, god only knows where she’s gotten to, so Carlos slowly starts to move down the hall to his left. “Loretta?” he calls again.

He opens the first door to find a small utility closet. He’s closing it back up again when there’s a creak further down the hallway. He begins to move toward it and then the next thing he knows he’s being shoved from behind into an open dressing room where he goes crashing face first into a vanity.

The world explodes in a cloud of white and Carlos sucks in a breath only to begin immediately coughing and choking. He rolls over and blinks and for a moment he thinks he’s gone blind, because he can’t see anything but a silvery haze all around him.

There’s a scuffle happening nearby and when his vision finally clears he sees Loretta on the ground, Lexi working cuffs onto her wrists from behind. “You are under arrest for assaulting an officer,” Lexi is telling her.

“I just want to fall in love,” Loretta says pathetically as Lexi pulls her upright.

“Where the hell were you?” Carlos gasps, struggling to sit up in the debris from the smashed table.

“I ran out to the stage door,” Lexi says. “Thought I’d cut her off.”

“Yeah well, next time, maybe get over your stage fright and stick with me,” Carlos grouses, trying to asses whether he’s broken anything.

“You okay?” Lexi asks as he gets to his feet.

“Yeah I think so—“ That’s when he catches sight of her face. “What?” he asks. “What’s wrong.”

“Oh. Oh Reyes…”

XXX

T.K. is putting the finishing touches on dinner when his phone rings, one of his favorite pictures of Carlos lighting up the screen. “Hey baby,” he says, tucking the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he adds a little more seasoning to the pot. “You almost here? Dinner’s just about done.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line. He pulls it away and checks to make sure the call is still connected. “Helloooo, Carlos, can you hear me?”

T.K. hears a sigh. “Can you open the door please?”

“Open the door? Open…open our door? The loft door?”

Another sigh. “Yes.”

T.K. turns off the stove with a frown. “Did you break both your arms today? Why do you need me to open the door?”

“T.K. just, please. Open the door.”

Confused as anything, T.K. hangs up, crosses the loft, and undoes the lock. “Okay, I’m opening the door, what the heck—“ the question on T.K.’s lips dies immediately as he catches sight of his fiancé. “Oh my…”

“Please don’t,” Carlos says between gritted teeth.

T.K. sucks in a breath and tries to hold back the giggle bubbling up inside him. “Okay um, I, hi, how are you? How was your day?”

“Not great.”

“Is it…Carlos…why are you covered in glitter?”

It’s everywhere. Scattered into his curls, across his face, down his neck and arms. T.K. can’t see his legs, but he has a feeling they’re as equally spangled as the rest of his husband. He looks like he was attacked by a Joann’s Fabrics.

“There was an incident at a drag show,” Carlos tells him, looking like it is costing him everything just to get the words out.

“An incident. Like you were…hugged for too long by a queen?”

“Like I was shoved into a brand new shipment of body glitter,” Carlos says shortly.

T.K. takes a long moment to process that. “Mhmm. Yeah. Okay. That um, that must have been, upsetting.”

“It wasn’t great,” Carlos huffs.

“Did you get hurt?”

“No,” he says shortly, then thinks for a second. “A couple bruises maybe. I’m fine.”

“Well that’s what’s most important,” T.K. says. “So, are you going to come inside or…?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t.” This is the most bizarre conversation they’ve ever had.

Carlos looks almost like he’s in pain. “If I come inside then there will be glitter everywhere. Forever.”

“I don’t think it will be that bad,” T.K. tells him.

“T.K.” His name is ground out, meaning Carlos has reached his maximum level of frustration. “Glitter is a menace. Once it gets somewhere you can’t get it off.”

“And that’s what I had to open the door. Because you don’t want to touch it.”

“Yes.”

“So you’re going to what? Stand out here in the hallway forever?”

“I…don’t know.”

There’s a long moment of silence. “Did you try taking a shower?”

“Of course I tried taking a shower!” Carlos snaps. “I took three showers at the station!”

T.K. grimaces. If this is what he looks like after three showers…he might have a point. “We could take you to a car wash?”

This gets him a withering glare. “T.K. be serious.”

“Babe, I genuinely don’t know what you expect me to do right now,” T.K. says, once again fighting a laugh. “I think you’re just going to have to come inside and deal with the sparkly consequences.”

Carlos hesitates, so T.K. slowly reaches out and takes his work bag from his fingertips. “Come on. It will be okay. I promise.”

“You’ll help me vacuum?”

“Absolutely,” T.K. says, taking a step backward into the loft. “I will help you vacuum and scrub and soak whatever you need me to.” That makes him think of something. “How’s your uniform?”

“DOA,” Carlos says in response. He sighs another heavy sigh and takes a step inside, shoulders hunching up like he’s trying to stay as small as possible.

“Well that’s a bummer. You don’t think it could be a new, softer, more approachable look for the APD?” T.K. catches the menacing look on Carlos’ face and immediately backtracks. “Sorry, sorry. Not a time for jokes. I’ll stop.”

He’s definitely calling Lexi later to see if he can get the body cam footage.

#Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Glitter and Be Gay #I don't even know what this is #Humor #Fluff #Nonsense

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supermassive game’s the quarry sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : alcohol mention , nsfw , death , language , violence

‘why’d you kill the music?’

‘we’re just in geographic flux.’

‘put that in your pipe and smoke it.’

‘I really f’d this car up.’

‘oh fuck! oh my god, my heart just exploded!’

‘seriously, do I look like a ma’am to you?! I have at least twenty years before I’m a ma’am.’

(name), don’t be a dick.’

‘what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.’

‘I’ll be right back! I’m going to get some help!’

‘you’ve seen the evil dead, right?’

‘I mean, you must be exhausted. I know I am.’

‘I mean you never know ... the universe has a kinda way of, er, working these things out.’

‘you’re a bad person!’

‘a.) it was (name’s) idea and 2.) it was really funny.’

‘oh! boring!’

‘okay wow. the fumes of jealousy are just stifling over here.’

‘you’re a real charmer, you know that?’

‘okay, not gonna miss ya (name).’

‘one more night out in the great outdoors might actually kill me.’

‘freaks. I’m surrounded by freaks.’

‘okay, lets all put out little dicks away and get this show on the road.’

‘oh my god, relax! it’s not like we killed someone.’

‘in a way, ‘faking it’ is just being yourself but louder.’

‘uh oh, i’m not fired am I?’

‘them’s the rules, you noob.’

‘I need you to trust me. like I’m trusting you.’

‘it seems like the stars have aligned for us.’

‘high five! touch my hand, (name).’

‘and for the record your analogies are very hurtful.’

‘beep, beep, beep ... uh ... it’s my beerdar. helps me ‘dar’ for beers.’

‘how am I just noticing how super lame you are?’

‘look if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.’

‘booty? oh, it means like ... um, treasure. or butts.’

‘you’re trying not to laugh right now because it kinda sounds like boner, aren’t you?’

‘your wit knows no bounds.’

‘I knew that there was a secret sex dungeon around here somewhere.’

‘what can I do for you on this darn - tootin’ - doozy of a day?’

‘maybe we should stop touching stuff.’

‘it’s like my mom always said, if you wanna party you’ve gotta bring protection.’

‘I’m not gonna fuck a bear.’

‘I beefed it.’

‘to be fair, bigfoot is not a conspiracy.’

‘whatever happens is what’s meant to happen.’

‘not everyone knows what they’re capable of.’

‘you know I just realized we may never see each other after tonight.’

‘nice! but we’ve already done that joke.’

‘the main party’s not gonna die just because you’re off on a little side quest.’

‘we all get performance anxiety sometimes. you just better make your move before a real man swoops in.’

‘disqualified for being a dumbass.’

‘oh ‘it was just a game!’ yeah, the fuck it was, man!’

‘you never really get to kiss who you really want in these dumb games anyway.’

‘so I’m saying that I like you, too, or whatever.’

‘sneaking down here was a little more fun when we thought we could get caught, huh?’

‘you just love having an audience, huh?’

‘you really love fucking with me, huh?’

‘lighten up, sourpuss, please.’

‘I don’t want this to end.’

‘do I look like a doctor?’

‘are you trying to piss me off?’

‘I’m gonna carpe this diem so damn hard it won’t know what hit it!’

‘I’m just desperate to stay afloat in a world where everyone wants to be different.’

‘time makes fools of us all.’

‘you mean ‘911?’ who says ninety - one - one?’

‘do you have to specifically ask for an ambulance or can you just say ‘help, help!’?’

‘maybe that’s just what they want you to think, man.’

‘why does everyone blame everything on bears?’

‘don’t write a check that your ass can’t cash.’

‘you ran away.’

‘hey ... I’m kinda pouring my heart out here.’

‘didn’t think I was that boring.’

‘technology ... it giveth and it taketh.’

‘I’m sorry if it’s not up to your standards, okay? but I’ve been putting in a lot of TLC.’

‘well, if you like, I could show you the ropes.’

‘sign me up, teach!’

‘S.O.S. this is an emergency ... save our ship ... come on down ... please help us.’

‘why didn’t you tell me there was something out there?’

‘fuck! it’s spreading!’

‘that was a bad idea.’

‘I’m okay, I mean... I’m not but ... it doesn’t hurt.’

‘you’re in shock.’

‘you left me back there you asshole!’

‘you don’t have to be a dick about literally everything.’

‘I’m not going to suddenly fall in love with you because you’re my knight in shining armor.’

‘can we please not do this right now, seriously! I literally came looking for you as soon as I heard there was something out here.’

‘I don’t know what’s going on with you right now but I liked the old (name) better.’

‘I only hung out with you because you seemed so desperate. poor, pathetic (name) willing to throw herself at the first guy who came along.’

‘you don’t like me at all, do you?’

‘we officially suck as counselors.’

‘you just stepped in some grade a, double prime, go ahead and kill yourself, cosmic type shit.’

‘your only option is to buckle the fuck up and do what I say.’

‘I feel like I'm going crazy!’

‘I’m kinda all mixed up but ... more or less intact.’

‘watch it man, I bruise easily.’

‘you have nothing to bargain with.’

‘sometimes things just don’t make sense. what then?’

‘you know you can talk to me about anything, right?’

‘I’m just saying, maybe there was a slight chance that it was a werewolf.’

‘that’s not really a plan though, that’s just like saying ‘let’s escape’ but with a bunch more words.’

‘you’re not going to believe it until you see it for yourself.’

‘let’s see how smart you really are.’

‘it wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you.’

‘we don’t have much time.’

‘please let me go! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!’

‘this isn’t a ghost story, it’s a creature feature.’

‘wow, are you flirting with me?’

‘how long do you have?’

‘this doesn’t feel right. I think you’re up to something.’

‘why are you like this?’

‘if I let my conscience slow me down now, everything gets a lot worse for everyone.’

‘jesus, mary and jazz hands!’

‘stop being weird.’

‘look whose finding their funny bone!’

‘I don’t fit into the right box, is that what you’re saying?’

‘trauma can bring people together.’

‘just because you’re using ‘logic’ to ‘make sense’ doesn’t mean that I’m into it.’

‘okay, fuck you man! I’m trying to help.’

‘I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could take it all back but I can’t.’

‘nobody’s ever gonna treat me the same.’

‘I guess I just don’t like to see other people sad.’

‘maybe I just like to make people laugh.’

‘well, fuck this night, huh?’

‘you stole my knife!’

‘pick on someone your own size.’

‘how bad is it?’

‘I keep trying to fix it ... whatever this is ... but people keep getting hurt.’

‘uh, you’re not the boss of me.’

‘am I dying?’

‘you’ve lost a lot of blood.’

‘are we gonna end up in a documentary?’

‘you actually saved my life. for realsies.’

‘I just can’t wait to see who they choose. y’know, to play me ... in the movie about how brave I am.’

‘I’m not leaving you!’

‘thanks ... for uh ... not killing me.’

‘you think this is over? this isn’t over.’

‘why the hell should I trust you?’

‘I’m not asking you to trust me. I’m telling you we can end this.’

‘this doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you did to me.’

‘I wanted to spend one more night with you ... you know together ... like before.’

‘we’re not good together. we’re just not.’

‘I am sorry. even if it means you’re never gonna talk to me again. I just ... I want you to know that.’

‘it’s not long before sunrise. all we have to do it wait it out.’

‘we can still come out on top. the past is the past.’

‘can’t get much worse than it already is.’

‘we have enough on our plates already. stop discovering shit.’

‘you changed me. I will never, ever be the same because of you.’

‘you’re the one who has to live with what he’s done.’

‘what we’ve up against is my only chance to end this thing for good.’

‘god damn this place has got some uncool vibes.’

‘I bet you think you’ve got it all figured out. I bet you think you’re fucking clever.’

‘stop doing a podcast, no one’s listening!’

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #video game prompts #video game sentence starters #the quarry sentence starters #the quarry prompts #do not let this flop this was so much work

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911 Lone Star Rewatch: 1x07

Oh my god, she's alive! I'm still horribly behind. But I'm home sick today and taking it as an opportunity to catch up.

Okay, Bum Steer. Let's get into it!

The bull call is very fun and definitely very funny. But honestly, if I was really in that car lot and there wasn't the funky music playing that situation would be absolutely horrifyingggg. Like that one shot of the woman holding her leg and screaming. No thank you.

There's really something about firefighters carrying axes. It feels so right.

(how tall is Jim Parrack) (6'4"! I thought he was taller than that honestly)

"We have a... bull... in a car..."

Firefighters are the real MVPs man. Like showing up to help with animals in distress, people in distress, walking into literal fires.

I feel like you could write an entire thesis about the instances in the field--or just in professional settings in general--when TK calls his dad 'dad' versus when he calls him 'cap'/'captain'.

I've really never taken time to appreciate the country cover of Eye of the Tiger that they use in Owen's CPAT training scene.

Do we know if TK went to college? I can't remember if it's ever been discussed before. Because Owen did, right? But I don't know if TK did. Because he was pretty young when he was in the throws of his addiction, and he was actively working at the time.... Someone let me know if they have insight on this.

I think Paul's feelings in that kitchen scene talking about Owen not being transparent about his cancer and what is going to happen with Billy is sooo valid. "The good ol' boys club"

Is the first episode that we see Michelle go to the homeless encampment under the bridge? It really takes them a while to get to this part of the story. I guess they do introduce her volunteering program earlier than that. But it's weird that they don't set anything up about this encampment until episode seven.

As an aside, aren't insulin pens supposed to be refrigerated?

My friend sad-eyes, who I'm giving a vague nickname, and who certainly has nothing to do with your missing presumed dead sister. Sad-eyes is over there in that tent that is differently colored than all the other tents.

"That blue truck your sister got into" Not Carlos calling his best-friend, /and wife/, Michelle's 'sister' rather than her name. LOLLLL. So honestly the Iris plot hole doesn't bother me like at all. I mostly find it funny. But rewatching this season... like with just a few changes in their dialogue choices and I think they could have gotten away with it. Like have Carlos seem more upset/invested and have him call her by her name more often. And yeah sure, I can buy it.

You know what.... now that I'm thinking about it. So they claim to have planned Iris and Carlos being secretly married "from the beginning", which there is literally zero chance. But what is the likelihood that what they actually planned was Michelle and Carlos being married.... And when Liv Tyler left they abandoned that storyline idea and then circled back to it for season 4 to bring back Iris (and add drama). Hmm. Obviously there is a much bigger age gap between Michelle and Carlos. But it feels way more believable, given how close they were.

We get a lot of scenes of Judd and Grace getting into bed or it being first thing in the morning. It feels like a vast majority of their scenes they are in their PJs.

Look at TK doing all this paramedic stuff! We love a dual-certified king.

"Oh my god, I beat an epileptic" "With a two-by-four"

I love Detective Washington. *cough cough* And she would be a great co-worker for Carlos *cough cough*. But seriously, Detective Reyes when? I know there is a large possibility of them going the Texas ranger route with Carlos. But I would love for him to have something that is separate from his Dad's whole thing.

(I love that Judd does that two finger point with his pointer finger and his pinky. I've been watching a lot of sopranos recently, and Tony Soprano does that. So it makes it feel like Judd stands on business)

"Your son seems to have his head on his shoulders. At least now. I heard he had a little trouble back in New York." LOW BLOW CHARLIE SWAN.

I gasped when the lightening struck, despite knowing it was going to happen.

Also, Owen carrying Billy in and then saying "someone call 911!" always annoys me. Cuz aren't you supposed to specify exactly who should call 911?? Like isn't that what you are taught to do. Because when just say 'someone' everyone assumes someone else is doing it.

"Yeah I know he still in there, TK, cuz he ain't come out yet!" Easily in the top 5 best lines of the season.

wow 10/10! And the end of the season 1 arc with everyone's favorite weasel, Billy. Season 1 is quickly wrapping up!

Previous episode thoughts

#911 lone star #I'm posting my 1x08 thoughts today too!#911 lone star rewatch 2024

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17, 24 and 26 for the 911 ask game?

17. Best rare pair

Ooh i'd have to go with Buck x Ravi for this maybe?? There's one super amazing fic that features them as a pairing and I love it so much, I'm definitely a 'Ravi has a crush on Buck' truther

24. Pettiest take of the fandom

Hmm i'm interpreting this to be what MY pettiest take of the fandom is and I'd say that a lot of people in this fandom don't even seem to like the show, does that count? They just want their own idealized fanfic of it when what we're given in canon alone is pretty great

26. Favourite rescue

I'm a simple girl it's gotta be the civilians lifting the firetruck off of Buck in 2x18, I cry every time (that paired with the music choice is *chefs kiss*)

#answered #Anonymous #911 ask game #thank you for sending!!

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Thanks for tagging me @excelsior9173 <3

6 Albums I've Been Into Lately:

Sundowning - Sleep Token: just gonna... get this 'out of the way' haha, of course I am into a sleep token album, cause I'm ALWAYS into sleep token. Putting Sundowning on the list cause I go through 'phases' of which album is my favorite.

Something to Give Eachother - Troy Sivan: Every time Troye Puts something know out I am so hesitant at first. But this guy has no skips for me. (Putting This album on the list is like a slap though haha. It's like 'Metal, Rock, some Jazz, and then boom pop music' lmao).

Mount Matsu - YinYin: I just discovered this band yesterday, but I am really vibing with a lot of their stuff.

Mirage - Glass Beams: this EP and the above album are very similar vibes wise. idk, I really like this genre (if i can find the name of it besides jazz), it's great to both read to, vibe to, draw to. it's good. (also they are masked haha).

Random Access Memories (Drumless Edition) - Daft Punk: what can I say, I love daft punk. At first I was weirded out about the lack of drums (I love drums), but I genuinely like a lot of these versions.

From the Brink - 1551: An Army Falls, Enemy and Impostor are SUCH good songs. (And I'm not just saying this cause it's my favorite video game streams album, and some of the songs are video game themed lmao).

@kyloreno-911 @absentviolet @ Anyone who wants to do this!! <3 (as always if I tagged you and you don't want to do it, feel free to ignore me! <3 no hard feelings!)

#friend exie!!#tag game #I sleepy #eepy even.#exie if your reading this I think you'd like 1551. Jeremy loves a lot of bands that I think you like and his music reflects that #(breaking benjamin. Nickleback. Linkin Park (actually idk if you like LP I just figured haha))#(also i freaking.... love Breaking Benjamin.... WAIT IDK IF YOU LIKE BREAKING BENJAMIN??? I just...... ok I KNOW you like Nickleback haha #(same btw))

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waking up today to say yep, devil you know is the best ep we’ve gotten from 911. just everything about it was great. the story telling, the cinematography, the music. the pacing is unmatched and when the climax was happening and the way they juxtaposed everthing, it was terrifying and gratifying at the same time because of what happened to tanya vs what we all knew what athena was about to do. i had to turn away from my screen a couple of times as nina simone played because i was that scared of what was gonna happen to tanya. and the whole time it played it all i can think about was athena saying that she used to be chased around by the man she was pursuing.

i can’t explain what im feeling. it’s not exactly heavy because I am happy for the healing they all are now going to get, but I am so sad that it fully affected so many of them. and you can all see that with everyone, from joan to athena and to beatrice. to see her be so warm and so gentle and kind the night it happened and comparing her to the woman we met her as, she was definitely affected. she made it her life’s mission to raise a woman who is a warrior and a survivor because she didn’t want her baby girl to be the one to disappear without a trace. and she succeeded but again i hate that there was such a need in the first place.

just that ripple effect and the trauma that created athena who she is today, that changed joan’s life and turned it upside down while living with that guilt. their mother who enshrined her daughter’s memory and waited for her until the end. athena’s parents who lived the following years afraid, is their daughter next? just, all of it. how it’s not just them, but an entire community feeling that way, knowing full well that tanya had never been found. and athena growing up, carrying that with her, witnessing the ways in which the systemic disregard for Black folks continue from the inside and trying to be that change, and taking matters into her own hands if she could just so a mother can be reunited with her own little girl. and it shouldn’t have to her to do that, but she’s there now because she never forgot tanya

yeah, this is the best episode 911 has ever done

#9-1-1 #911 spoilers #911 meta #i woke up cause i couldn’t sleep and wrote this instead #L writes things #911 fox

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Hi Lim ❤️ I am still working on your ask 😆 but I finally have the energy to send my own! Lone Star, especially in seasons 1-3, gifted us with so many great songs to go along with scenes! What is your favorite song that Lone Star has used and the accompanying scene with it??

oh, okay, so this is an interesting question to which I have a really boring answer . . . which is that I don't remember.

I know that both OG 911 and LS 911 have some seriously excellent needle drops - whoever is doing their song selection deserves all the praise. But, it's not a thing I tend to remember after the moment? I'm not a super musical person, so it just kind of fades into the background of my memory.

#nice ask week #911 lonestar #contains me

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 2 months

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Ayyy honeymoon :D!!

Ooh vlog style :o

Ope o.o

Uhhh xd nah something sus is going on lol

Um o.o

Nope y'all nahh xd

UH OH UM

Nah creepy masks a i n ' t i t .

Aww ay hey guys :D love them :)

Ooh backup 👀👀

We love getting to see some of the others as well :DD

Uh oh guys this is not good o.o

YOO they're actually gonna come yess :DD

OHH GOSH

Y'all cannot just have one normal thing can you xD

Poor babies 😭 they goin through it as always xd

At least it wasn't some terrible big scheme on their wedding itself lol

Just random stuff and a small bad thing xD

OPE GUYS O.O

Okay, that's the last of my promo thoughts, now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

Not quite as fancy as my 911 or tgd ones lol, more like the normal ones, just with the end of a liveblog as well :).

I made a post about this before coming back to this one, but happy 100th episode all!! Lowkey forgot this was the 100th anniversary lol. But it makes so much sense and it was a GREAT 100th episode :D.

I love that everyone had their little moment (at least): James with the music, Wesley with Oscar, Luna with her college classes, etc :). And just Randy, Chastity, Oscar, and Henry BEING there lol. Though to clarify Oscar was not at the wedding xD. But seriously, I really loved all the cameos and little character moments this episode :)).

Also CHENFORD AAAHHHH!!! Their MOMENTS this episode y'all I was losing it xD. I do kinda wish it hadn't been that Tim isn't supporting her despite thinking he is, though? Because the vibes last episode were just really on Tim's side, I guess, and now they're just tossing him into "bad guy" a bit. But, I think it'll work out in the end. I'm also glad Chastity brought up that Lucy could also be scared! I think that's a real possibility :). Anyway, they were ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and whether it was the first time in universe or not, WHOOO FIRST I LOVE YOU!! And it was so cute :'D. Also the dance 😭😭😭❤️ stop I'm not okay :').

BAILEY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED!!! WHOOOOOO :'DDDD!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🎊🎉🥂🎂🥂🥰❤️❤️🥰. I'm so happy for them :'DD

They might not be my favorite couple on the show but I still love them and this has been a long time coming. I'm also glad that despite all the issues they still had the wedding and everything was okay and beautiful 🥰🥰. Thank goodness they actually had it and we saw it lol (looking at you Wopez - still mad at the writers for that). Also I'm SO EXCITED for the next episode with their honeymoon :D.

I felt so bad for Celina and Aaron this episode 😭. Aaron because poor boy is going through it and misreading signals/situations xd, and Celina because she's trying to be there for him and do what's best and she as also, you know, kidnapped and beat up xD. But, I think they'll make it through it :).

Really though Aaron you need to talk to your therapist 😭. It's dangerous going out when you know you're not healing :(. Hope he learns it soon D':.

I loved all the togetherness moments this episode!! The bachelor and bachelorette parties (y'all I can't articulate it beyond loving individual characters and them all hanging out but oUAGH chomping on it)/last minute preparations xD were SO GOOD!! And the wedding, especially the dancing :'D. AUOGH, I love them <333. And of course the final mission at the end - they slay together :DD. Also, I'm glad Celina's okay :')).

Don't even get me started on the Wopez/Wesley angst. Y'all I'm about to have so many thoughts about them moving forward (even more than usual/always xD). Like! AUGH! OSCAR!! SITTING ACROSS FROM HIM!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR THIS

Where's the panic attack Rookie <33

Where's the panic attack writers 🥰🥰 where is it :))

I'm kidding xD kind of lol. But seriously, the angst thoughts are turning (the wheels are turning) :DD. And don't forget about Angela either lol

Anyway! Everybody slayed this episode and I REALLY enjoyed it :D. I'm SOO excited for the next one :)). Also, again (mentioned it in the liveblog or just before), I don't know that I've ever gotten to watch it live before, so this was the perfect episode to get to do it :D.

Loved the episode!!!

Happy 100th Episode guys 🥂🥰🥰. I love this show and you all so much :DD.

See you next time!!

#the rookie #oasis's the rookie chatter #oasis's rookie chatter #the rookie 100th episode #the rookie 6x02 #loved it :DD #honestly such a good episode #and loved the hunor throughout all the drama :DD #honestly despite everything it was mostly humor and I really loved that :))#it was needed lol #not like in a yikes 😬 way but just to get right tone across I think :))#especially because bailey and nolan's storylines are usually (at least) a bit silly anyway so it really fits them :)) :D #anyway I love them so much and I'm so happy for them :)) they totally deserve this 🥰🥰🥰#see y'all later for episode 3 :D!#happy 100th episode 🥳🥳🥂🎂#I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

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