#Also there's the whole bought a condo thing | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jtl-fics · 8 months

Text

Fluent Freshman - Part 39

Nicky screamed as he found himself yanked from his bed as he fell to the ground. The blanket that he had so perfectly burrito’d himself in had been pulled and he had gone with it pillows and all. He laid on the ground blinking up into the darkness wondering what the hell had just happened, he squints and thinks he sees blond hair. He racks his still loading brain to try and think of anything he had done recently to Aaron that would result in such a rude awakening.

The lamp clicks on.

“Nicky, are you- Andrew, what the hell.” He hears Aaron’s voice from the left and now Nicky can see the black armbands of his other cousin.

That tracks.

“Flight 8329 from Charleston International Airport to Seattle Tacoma International Airport took off 20 minutes ago.” Andrew says as if that means anything to Nicky.

“Cool?” Nicky squints at his cousin.

“There was an hour delay due to a staffing issue, but it is off the ground now.” Andrew continues and Nicky continues to not understand what is being said to him.

“Great?” Nicky hears Aaron.

There is silence in the room and Nicky finds himself starting to drift back to sleep. The floor really wasn’t that bad.

“So, Daniel’s not here anymore?” he hears Matt’s whispered question.

“Dude, why are you whispering?” Aaron asks.

“Smithsters still asleep.” Matt says voice still quiet.

“How the fuck did he sleep through Nicky’s banshee scream?” Aaron asks voice lowered down to a whisper.

“I think moving all his stuff wiped him out.” Matt offers.

“We moved everything he just said where he wanted it.” Aaron grouses quietly.

“You know Smithster isn’t much of a talker.” Matt reminds.

“Whatever.” Aaron huffs and Nicky is almost back asleep.

“Yes Matt,” Andrew says voice quieter than it had been when he had been rattling off facts about Daniel’s flight, “Daniel is not here anymore.” He says.

That is actually great news. Feels like a shame that FF didn’t wake up to hear it but Nicky knows that it wasn’t just the move that had wiped his friend out.

The last three days had been interesting.

First, Aras had flown back home. She had offered to stay longer with FF since Daniel was still around, but he had merely smiled and told her that he’d be okay. Nicky had almost cried when FF had said that he wasn’t alone anymore. Nicky’s heart twisted when the two decided that it was probably for the best that FF not come back to Washington for Winter Break.

Second, there had been the whole debacle where Daniel had shown back up with the man who had married FF’s mom. They had burst into the practice and had gone straight towards where FF was sitting sipping his ‘New and Improved Day/Boyd Smoothie’. Wymack had gotten between them before anything happened physically, but Nicky could still see how FF froze at the sight of his mother’s husband.

There had been raised voices, threats of security, demands on why ‘John’ hadn’t answered his phone to come bail his ‘brother’ out, that he’d forced his dad to come all the way across the country to bail his ‘brother’ out. FF had been quiet looking bored and unbothered by the tirade of the man who married his mother.

Wymack had been in rare form.

“He didn’t pick up because that phone is in my desk.” Wymack had hissed standing utterly stalwart between FF and the two men. “Now get the hell out of my Court before your son gets reacquainted with the Campus Police.” He points towards the exit.

FF’s Mother’s husband had demanded FF’s new phone number but neither Wymack or Smith gave it.

It was only as Wymack lifted his own phone up to his ear after having dialed campus security that the two got the hint and ran off.

Following that there’d been the expedited emergency restraining order request that had been pushed through.

Nicky and Wymack had been the ones that went with FF for support during the request since everyone else had a prior engagement. The security footage was all that had been needed to grant it as far as the judge was concerned despite FF’s Mother’s husband’s pleas that it was merely a ‘fight between brothers’.

Nicky had almost wished he had given Andrew the Maserati back when the jackass had shown up to the hearing with his son wearing a T-shirt that said ‘I’m not the step-dad. I’m the dad that stepped up.’

Oh.

He opens his eyes and tunes back into the conversation. It seems like Aaron had come to the realization that the only way that Andrew would be awake at this god forsaken hour of- Nicky looks at the alarm clock- 5 AM is because he’d been in the same bed as Neil who was a notorious early morning runner.

“You want the Maserati.” Nicky interrupts the whispered argument.

“No, I’m just here to comment on how Smith’s motorcycle helmet really ties the whole room together now that he’s moved in.” Andrew rolls his eyes so hard that even if Nicky hadn’t been looking at his cousin he would have heard the eyeroll. “Yes, I am here because it is now officially impossible for me to hit Daniel with my car. That was the deal.” Andrew says with a scowl, “So you are taking me to where you stored it.” He says.

“Andrew, it’s too early. They’re not open yet.” Nicky groans grabbing one of his pillows and trying to hide his face under it.

It was unsurprisingly ripped away before he could properly hide away from his cousin.

“We have to walk to wherever you hid my car.” Andrew hisses.

“Andrew you’re not seriously going to make me get up and walk the whole way there on the first morning that I can sleep in.” Nicky groans.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t stolen my car Nicholas.” Andrew hisses.

“You guys can take my truck.” Matt says with a huge yawn as he settles back into bed. Morning practice for the rest of the week was not mandatory.

“See, we can take Matt’s truck. The place is only a 30 minute drive away and it doesn’t open until 7 AM anyways.” Nicky groans and tries to roll under the bed. If he can get to the far side then it will be difficult for Andrew, with his 5 foot nothing height to reach-

Andrew puts a foot between him and freedom.

“This room is buying Neil and I breakfast.” Andrew says, “And then we’ll go pick up my car.” He says.

“What? Why?!” Matt and Aaron demand as Nicky groans still trying to roll under the bed despite Andrew’s unyielding foot.

“You all either knew about Nicky’s plan or were part of Nicky’s plan.” Andrew says.

“Okay but Smithster is innocent.” Matt says.

“True, but we need him to come.” Andrew says.

“Why?” Nicky groans changing direction to try and roll under Aaron’s bed only to be stopped by the absolute barrier that was Katelyn’s suitcases of off-season clothes she kept under Aaron’s bed since her own room didn’t have space for it all.

“So we can get into the breakfast place now instead of the usual time for people our age. The owner loves him.” He says.

Ah, FF’s old lady magnetism.

Nicky gets it.

The boy has very pinchable cheeks.

There are very few things one can do when faced with an Andrew Minyard who has decided upon something. Eventually their whole room was up though Andrew at least was far more gentle with FF than he had been with Nicky. FF could sleep through almost any amount of noise but would wake up at the slightest touch and go still.

Nicky really wishes that Andrew had a less conspicuous car because he’s sure his cousin could have gotten away with running Daniel over if he had a Volvo or a Ford.

Nicky went with FF on the back of his motorcycle. One of Aras’ parting gifts to him had been an orange helmet with ‘Foxy’ written on it. Nicky had loved it immediately and unironically. Nicky held onto FF and hoped that his friend was awake enough to actually be driving on the damn thing, but FF had seemed at least 90% conscious.

Either way they arrived at the breakfast place FF was pushed to the front to speak with the owner of the fancy breakfast spot and within 10 minutes they were at a table surrounded by the elderly early bird patrons.

The all-you-can-eat brunch was always both a challenge and a danger when you are a group of college athletes. A challenge because it always felt a bit like a race against the chefs who were churning out chicken, waffles, hams to slice, eggs of all varieties, bacon, sausages, French toast, cinnamon rolls, hashbrowns, quiche, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, and lox bagels. The danger was what Matt was currently finding himself in since the man had failed to pace himself. “I think I’m gonna die.” Matt groaned.

“Smith, where did you get that smoothie?” Aaron asks looking as FF was sipping a delightful looking smoothie.

“The owner gave it to me while you guys were filling your plates.” FF says. “I’m supposed to let her know if I need another one.” He says.

“When are you going to be off that liquid diet?” Aaron asks as he digs into some bacon.

“Well, next week I can just start essentially putting things in the blender and I shouldn’t suffer the consequences like with the borscht.” FF shrugs. “Gran said she’d send along a pie to celebrate when I can eat solids again.” He adds and FF’s face is as blank and as unemotional as it usually was but there was a general air of sadness.

“You know, I don’t think it’d bother Allison or any of the girls if you joined us for winter break.” Matt says from where he was staring up at the ceiling still overfull from going too hard too fast on the egg options.

“I don’t want to intr-“

“It’s not an intrusion.” Andrew says looking at his phone, “We’re inviting you.” He adds before getting up and grabbing his backpack, “Do not let them take my plate.” He says looking at the table. Andrew’s plate was laden with the sweeter side of things for breakfast and he had made up a plate for Neil who was supposed to meet them at the breakfast spot.

Andrew left and nicky figured he was going to go grab Neil outside. “Isn’t it for the original Foxes?” FF asks.

“Yeah, but you’re our friend so it’s fine if you come. I know Dan wants to really get to know the guy who took her place on the line.” Matt says with a laugh that has him looking queasy afterwards.

“You and me can room together.” Nicky says.

“Isn’t Erik coming?” Aaron asks incredulously.

“Yeah? So?” Nicky questions.

Aaron looked at Nicky like he was an idiot and opened his mouth likely to say why, “I don’t want to intrude. I can probably just sleep on a couch out in the main area, if your friends are okay with me coming.” FF sips at his drink. “You and Erik have a lot to catch up on.” He says voice giving that slight indication that he felt awkward.

Catch-up on-

Ohhh.

Yeah, he and Erik are going to christen that bed if it hasn’t already been christened.

“We’ll figure something out.” Aaron says easily enough.

Eventually Andrew returned with Neil in tow. He was a little sweaty looking but definitely look like someone who had been running for about two hours at this point. He figures that Andrew must have brought spare clothes for Neil to change into so that he’d be acceptable in the breakfast joint.

“Smith has agreed to join us for Christmas Break.” Nicky announces to the couple as they took their seats.

“Quite brave of Smiths considering how the last holiday break went when he came with us.” Aaron says wrly.

“Yeah Andrew, make a deal not to stab Smithy again.” Nicky holds out a pinky for a pinky promise with his cousin.

Andrew rolled his eyes as FF piped in, “Romero stabbed me.” He says loyally.

Eventually they got to talking about their plans for the Winter Banquet on Friday. Nicky was going with FF as his date and had already gone out and gotten him an appropriately bespoke suit with Aras the week before.

Eventually they wrap up breakfast. Nicky, Aaron, and Matt all pay and they make their way out to the parking lot.

The parking lot where the Maserati was.

“Andrew, how in the world-“

“Like a locked gate would even slow Neil down. Got the opening time and the driving distance from you this morning and narrowed it down to the only long-term parking lot in the area.” Andrew says idly as Neil hands over the spare Maserati keys to him.

Nicky spends a bit more time bitching about the fact that Andrew woke them all up mostly out of spite and as a cover for getting his car back without Nicky’s assistance. However eventually the time for class swiftly approached.

“This isn’t over!” he says pulling on his Foxy Helmet and pointing at Andrew.

“I think it is.” Andrew replies with a shrug as he and Neil climbed into the front of the car.

Nicky rolled his eyes but climbed onto the back of FF’s motorcycle.

Winter Banquet was in 2 days.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

243 notes · View notes

sweets3rial · 3 months

Text

friday, i'm in love

inspired by the request

di!leon x gn!reader

summary: your favorite agent surprises you with a very unexpected home coming.

tags: domestic fluff, no smut, sexual innuendos, reader is a good cook, reader uses pimple cream, mentions of a future family (give leon his family pls), leon is a horny freak, the song 'Friday, I'm in Love' by The Cure

word count: 1.2k

bass and drums echoed off the walls of your kitchen, the rhythmic lyrics and uplifting guitar put an instant smile onto your face as you jumped around with a spatula in your hand. you shouted out the lyrics, singing with your heart's content.

occasionally going back to flip the chicken breast, tender and juicy on the inside with a nice crunchy crust on the outside. today was one of those days when you were finally able to muster up the energy to cook a homemade meal.

both you and your boyfriend's favorite, chicken alfredo. a staple in your household and one you’re especially good at. you enjoyed being in the kitchen, you didn’t mind it actually. cooking was one of your hobbies and some people say you were just naturally born to cook … and well dance.

jumping around in circles, in your pajamas, with the smell of chicken and pasta in the air.

your lovely boyfriend was away on a mission, risking his life for the world and you couldn’t be more prouder. but you also couldn’t be more worried. every night that he was not in your bed only added to your anxiety.

you were always in a slum when he was away. dragging yourself around the house and cuddling into his pillow that smelt of his shampoo. though, this morning after receiving a prompt text that he was to be back tomorrow, you were instantly pulled back into a better mood.

he was as well. he didn’t expect to finish so early, the nurses cleared him and his reports were done. he was going to be going home to the love of his life. the whole drive home, he was occupied with the thought of what you were going to be doing.

you always had a surprise up your sleeve for him.

will you be sleeping? or would you be on the couch watching your favorite show? would you be out? would you be home? (most likely) would you be in bed waiting for him? with that gorgeous lace set he bought you the other week.

goosebumps ran down his spine at the thought of you waiting in bed for him. if so, his clothes would disappear from his body in a blink.

as he pulled up into your shared condo, he could hear the faint sound of music. was it from someone's radio? upon getting closer to the condo, he realized, it was probably you.

the song, ‘Friday I’m in Love’ by The Cure played on your speaker, the one he got you for Christmas. he smiled to himself, and he could practically hear you singing wailing at the top of your lungs.

you were so occupied, that you didn’t hear the jangle of keys coming from the other side of the front door. so occupied in singing at the top of your lungs rather than paying attention to everything around you, including your cooking.

as you were taking out the chicken breast and cutting it into slices. so-called lovely boyfriend walked into the house, shouting out, “babe?” he was sure you couldn’t hear him, given the fact that he could hear the bass and faint lyrics coming from outside of your condo.

he peeked inside, following the sound of music and your voice into the kitchen — along with the smell of salty and garlicky goodness. he smiled, slowly creeping into his own house.

his heart was beating with anticipation and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. once he rounded the corner and into the kitchen, he was welcomed with the view of you rocking your head back and forth, whilst cutting up food.

your back was turned to him and you were singing at the top of your lungs. his little bird, always singing. whether it was in the shower, or the kitchen, or the yard. music was your second most favorite thing after him.

he leaned onto the counter behind you, admiring the way you just existed.

hair messy and frizzy, fuzzy socks on, detailed pajama bottoms, just you. being home and doing your own thing. he loved it.

he loved coming home to you. it didn’t matter if you were awake or sleeping. mad or sad. he just loved coming home to you, to be around your beauty and your grace. even in your three-day-old pajamas with a few dabs of pimple cream on your cheeks and forehead.

slowly, he stalked behind you. opening up his arms widely, before clamping them shut around you.

first, you felt someone grab you. they muscular arms with a tight but gentle grip, holding your wrists and hugging your arms to your sides.

then, it was a loud shout of the words. “it’s Friday! i’m in love!”

you shouted out, jumping about a whole foot off the ground. your reaction earned you a throaty laugh from your captor, or in other words your boyfriend.

you were quick to recognize his laugh, whipping around with knife still in hand, you were met his his wide grinning face and head of brown hair.

“you asshole!” you shouted over your music, slapping him with your free hand while the other placed your knife down. his hands found the purchase of your hips, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his nose against yours.

you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, practically knocking him over, “when’d you land? i thought you were going to be away for another day!”

you pulled away, looking him in the face and instantly checking for any injuries. thankfully, there were none.

“i landed early,” he took a small pause, taking in the look of your wide eyes and your fluttering lashes.

“you didn’t hear me come in, sweets?” he asked, cupping your cheek.

you shoved him away, “no, i could’ve stabbed you.”

“which is why i held you down.”

“i know! but don’t do that!” you whined, tempted to hit him again.

he couldn’t help but smile wider, leaning down and placing a long and deep kiss over your lips. god, he loved coming home to this. coming home to you. he couldn’t wait for the day you’d make him a father. the day he’d not only come home to one, but to two.

a little mini you or mini him, running around the house, babbling out incoherent words. he’s had dreams, the little baby would have his eyes and your hair. your nose and your cheeks. he’d have a whole nursery set up just for them.

boy or girl, it didn’t matter to him. as long as he was blessed with the title of being their father and being your husband.

one day, he said to himself. one day.

he pulled away, placing another kiss on your nose.

“you look so beautiful, y’know that?”

“stop, i have my acne cream on,” you said with a crinkle of your nose.

“but it’s lovely,” he hummed, tickling at your sides.

you elbowed him away, still annoyed at the fact he scared you, but also happy that he was home. you missed him, you always do.

“i’m making your favorite,” you told him, turning around. he instantly caught you again, wrapping his heavy arms around you and leaning his body weight onto you.

his head sunk into your shoulder, taking a deep breath of your softener along with the scent of butter and seasoning. he sighed out into you, his hot breath seeping through your sweater and onto your skin.

“what do you want for dessert, hm?” you asked, turning your head to face him.

you watched a smirk slowly spread over his cheeks.

“you.”

“god, i can’t catch a break.”

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest)

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x you #death island leon #resident evil #leon kennedy fic #resident evil fic

497 notes · View notes

seat-safety-switch · 1 year

Text

For years, I’ve been fascinated by magnetism. You can just get these special rocks and click them together and then a whole bunch of free energy comes out. It’s free! And you probably get way, way too much. Wait, it’s not magnetism? Hoo boy this is going to be hard to explain to the condo board.

In recent years, the Japanese have leveraged the principles of magnetism to make a train that goes really fast. Like, really fast. Six hundred and three kilometers an hour fast, also known as “eat shit, passenger airliners.” It turns out that the big downer for trains is friction, and if you can instead hover the train above the tracks with magnets, you can shoot that thing like a railgun and nobody can stop you.

Further, the Japanese rail folks swear up and down that you can ride this train, right now, if you show up at the one station it goes to, and pay a bunch of money, and then win a sort of mini-lottery to be allowed to board it. And the weather co-operates. It’ll be ready by 2027, they explain quickly and then distract you from your questions by showing you some footage of them driving the fucking thing so hard that it has to be sprayed down constantly with water just so the air around it doesn’t spontaneously combust out of jealousy.

One of the things they had to solve is the tunnel boom effect. When you go through a tunnel as fast as this fucking thing does, the air you displace pops out on either side of you and out the back of the tunnel like a gunshot. A lot of complicated aerodynamics is required so that the train doesn’t fall off the “tracks” that it hovers over, and they celebrated solving this problem by making it go even faster. The resulting sonic boom is so loud and so dramatic that some farmers were complaining it would make their nearby cows explode. So they decided to go into the tunnels slower, more politely. That’s not how I’d do things. I’d turn it up even more out of spite. Clearly their boss has been feeling a lot of heat (or maybe a lot of meat) from Big Beef.

All this is to say: magnets! They’re great. In fact, they’re so great, that I’ve decided to leverage this exciting new technology in my own transportation. Namely, I bought a bunch of those cool welding magnets from Princess Auto and are using them to hold the driver’s door onto my Volare, rather than fix the hinges. It doesn’t even rattle as bad as it used to! Truly the wave of the future.

231 notes · View notes

homerforsure · 9 months

Text

Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @panbuckley and @wildlife4life

Okay according to poll results, I need to give you 56 sentences of Eddie Gives Buck a Key which would be a lot easier if my sentences weren’t 56 words long 😅

but! i have the first 26 for you.

The blue and grey concrete box rose up in front of him as Buck rounded a bend on Victory place. The Burbank Walmart lit up with the same sea of bright white LED lights that Buck recognized from every other parking lot that he’d been in across the US. The sameness and familiarity of it was almost comforting except that it also felt a whole lot like defeat as he backed the Jeep into a space and put it into park.

When he first left home, Buck meant to save the money that Maddie gave him. He wasn’t going to blow through it like he did his allowance and his tuition money. He was going to build a new life and if Maddie didn’t want to come with him that was just fine. He didn’t need her.

He skimped on food, bought well drinks for people who smiled at him in the bars, drove past E until he found the cheapest gas, but for the first month that he was on the road, Buck slept in a bed surrounded by four walls. Hotels mostly, but also assorted apartments and condos and houses both fancier and more rundown than the one he’d grown up in. It wasn’t that he hadn’t slept around before, but there was a new wild freedom in doing it without having to worry about being caught, getting home late, wondering if he’d be shamed or ignored this time. For the first time since Maddie moved away, Buck reached out and found others reaching back.

Unfortunately, his, like all addictions, was expensive, and Buck’s pile of cash grew thinner and thinner in his glove box. He pulled over in a beachside town, talked his way into a dishwashing gig that barely paid enough to put gas in the Jeep, and got let down easy by a brown eyed server with a crooked smile. It got darker and closing time came and Buck thought about driving around and pretending he had somewhere to go until the sun came up and he could blend in with the surf crowd, but he couldn’t spare the gas.

It was a local grocery store that time, but the lighting was the same. Buck lay awake, waiting for a knock on his window, a gun, storm, a cop. But the only thing that peeked through the glass was the sun. Early morning staff pulled in not long after and Buck pulled away, a little stiff, a little grimy, but knowing something new about himself. What he could do. He still spent plenty of time in other people’s beds and eventually found jobs that paid enough to get him a room in someone else’s house and then, finally, his name on a lease of his own. But when it eventually, inevitably, came time to leave, Buck knew he could go.

Of course, the procedure was easier when half of what he owned was in the Jeep most of the time anyway. These days, Buck had a couple empty energy drink cans, an overkill first aid kit, a book he’d lost interest in, and a rubber duck in a firefighter’s helmet. No blankets. No extra hoodie he could squash down into a pillow. And it was January.

tagging @rewritetheending @mellaithwen @princessfbi @sibylsleaves @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @messyhairdiaz @renecdote @littlespoonevan @fleurdebeton @shortsighted-owl @devirnis

56 notes · View notes

hotdilfs11 · 8 months

Text

Mafia Boss- Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 2

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father. sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings: none

--------------------------------------------------------

My name is Veronica Mercy Hawthorn. I'm 23 years old, and like I said before, I’m a mafia boss, well, kind of. I run this whole business, basically. Anything my father wants or needs to do, he runs it by me, so like I said, I’m the mafia boss, and I’ve been one since I was eighteen years old. When my grandfather passed away, my father took over this whole business, but he wasn't really as smart for it, so I took over, although I still have to run certain things by him.

I’m living in upstate New York in my townhouse and working in my office. My office is huge. It has mahogany walls, dark gray chairs, and a brown desk. I have off-white floors and plants in the corners of my room. My desk is kind of big, and my chair is looks like one of those villain chairs. The room kind of looks like a presidential room, I have two bodyguards outside of the room and my black doberman by my side at all times. He’s only trained on my commands and no one else's; his name is Salome.

As I’m typing away on my MacBook, my cell phone rings, and it’s my father. I pick it up urgently.

“Yes”, I say it with a British accent.

"Veronica I need you to go somewhere for me, honey."

"Where father?" I saw nonchalant.

"Birmingham, I need you to go there for business. I need you to work with two gangs", he says over the phone.

My concern rises as he says, The town. I grew up in the town where Tommy is: Polly, John, Arthur, Finn, and Ada. I went silent on the phone with him. I’m still worried about me never visiting my mothers grave and being away from the Shelbys. My father never let me contact them, and after a while, I was always scared to give them a simple call.

“Dear, please, I need someone over there so we can keep eyes on the Vermonts and so we also work with the Peaky Blinders.” He said it in a harsh Italian accent.

In curiosity, I say, “Who's that?"

"You’ll see who it is, and you’ll be quite happy.” sounded optimistic. I hear a faint voice in the back say “No, she won’t", It was my eldest brother, Ambrose.

I turn my head in confusion and ask, "Why won’t I?’

"Uh anyways… I already bought your condo, new clothes, and a plane ticket there. You’ll have a butler, a driver, and security guards in the building and walking with you. Okay? Bye, dear," my father says in a hurry. I didn’t even get a word in.

ONE WEEK LATER

I said my goodbyes to my family as Salome and I boarded the private jet and went off to Birmingham. I thought about what was going to happen when I got there, especially seeing Thomas again the thought of him gave me butterflies in my stomach. I wonder if he still looks the same and if he still talked the same. A loud ringing sound blared in the air. Salome peered up at me with caution, looking down at my phone, I picked up my phone to see my father calling.

“Hey, dear, did you find out who the leader is yet?” My father said, teasing me.

"Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” I say it aggressively to my father because he knows who he is; he’s just being coy.

"I want you to find out. Now when you go to your condo, there is a dress handing on the door, one Ambrose picked out and one I picked out. You can choose."

I sighed. "What is this for?"

“There's a party at the house where the leader of the Peaky Blinders lives. You need to be there at seven p.m. You're two hours away from Birmingham and an hour away from the house you're going to."

"Fine", I say as I’m pulling out my laptop, realizing I don’t have a lot of time to figure out who she or he is.

"okay…" I hung up on my father. quickly, sick of his bullshit.

I try to find this so-called "leader” of the Peaky Blinders, but I can't find him anywhere, it's like he’s invisible. I went through every security camera ever, and all I see is his back turned away from the cameras. As I tried to go deeper in my search, one of the captains on the plane said on the speaker, "Landing time in five minutes". I stopped working and put my laptop in my bag and I start getting Salome ready to leave the private yard by putting on his leash.

As the plane landed. I was greeted by one of my drivers. He looked tall, scary, had curly hair, and maybe was Hispanic. He was in a black suit with black sunglasses on his face. Me and Salome walked him. I got greeted by him. “Hello, madam," he said in a husky Americanized voice.

"hello..?" I paused, raising my eyebrow waiting for him to give me his name.

He reached out his hand, waiting for me to shake it. “Oh, uh, Dante, I’ll be your personal driver and bodyguard in Birmingham."

“Ok, well, hello, Dante," I say as I painted a smile on my face.

He opens the door for me, and I get in the black BMW anxiously. I couldn’t believe I was back here in Birmingham I’m excited but also scared about it.

I finally got to this luxurious building in London. It kind of looked like the Four Seasons, but fancier and huge. It has this prestigious yet Victorian architecture. The whole building is an off-white color, and the roof is a dark gray color. It's also built like a Romanian castle; it's magical yet mysterious.

The car door opened in a swift motion as I got out of the car, with Salome following me.

“Welcome, madam," Dante said with a faint grin on his face.

"Thank you, Dante," I said as I entered the building. As I was walking in, I was greeted by two security guards in front of the door and an old guy at the front desk.

"Veronica Hawthorn, right? “The old man said with a hard English accent.

“Yes, it is," I said with a big smile, being respectful.

“Ok, Veronica, here's your room key; it's on the third floor, madam." He handed me my key, and I grabbed it from his hand.

"Thank you, sir," I say. I tuned around to the two security guards in a swift motion and said, "You have my bags, yes, gentlemen." I demanded as I entered the elevator.

I went upstairs to my suit, settling down a little bit. I unlocked the room and walked inside. It looked like a basic condo, and I was expecting a lot more. A big room, a walk-in closet, a big bathroom, a living room, a big office, a big kitchen, a dining room, and some paintings on the wall—it looks nice but basic.

I sat in the office at my desk, doing more work before the party. I go through more security cameras to see who the hell is the leader of this gang is. I searched and searched until I found it. I found a mugshot that was hidden in some files not even one mugshot it was multiple.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself in awe of what I just found.

I started furiously calling my father on the phone, irritated and upset by what I just found out.

My father picked up the phone. "Hey dea-"

I stopped him mid-sentence and screamed, "THOMAS FUCKING SHELBY DAD, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

"I thought you would be happy," my father said, surprised.

"Are you fucking with me dad? “as a grave expression appeared on my face

"So the party I’m going to and the business I’m getting into are Shelby?"

“Yes”, he said bluntly.

"Oh fuck off” I hung up on him, not letting him get a single word in.

“what a piece of shit”, I muttered to myself as I got up to go get ready for this party.

35 notes · View notes

whorekneecentral · 2 years

Note

day 14 of kinktober converted me into a jenson whore istg he gives me very high sugar daddy vibes🫣 if you dont mind could you elaborate on how sugar daddy! jenson would treat/spoil you? thx in advance <33

omg thanks babe and you’re welcome! // this one’s for @diorleclerc - she’s in her jenson era rn <3

okay so sugar daddy jenson is something we all need.

it started by accident truthfully. well, not really.

your friend had mentioned to you that the guy she was seeing (who was a total bore) had a friend who was looking for a similar arrangement to what she and her sugar daddy had.

you weren't really sure, you’d never done anything like that before but she assures you it’s fine and she’s met the friend, he’s a ‘nice quiet guy’ according to her.

so you give it a go, you meet him at some 5 star restaurant he suggested and he's not what you expected at all.

you were expecting an old, boring investment banker like your friend’s sugar daddy but this guy couldn't be more than 40 and quite handsome.

he introduces himself and asks if he can sit down, he apologizes for being late when he was no more than 2 minutes late.

you two end up hitting it off and you were half expecting him to tell you to come home with him; which you wouldn’t have minded but instead he drives you home.

he’s more shocked about where you were living; it wasn't horrendous, it was decent enough for a college student.

over the next few weeks, you joined him at business dinners and events he was attending.

he made sure to move you out of your apartment and into a much nicer one closer to him + he paid off the reminder of your student loans/tuition. (he's your sugar daddy for a reason lmao)

it’s been at least 2 months and he’s yet to make a move other than a few kisses.

you ask him why he hasn’t touched you or done anything yet; to be fair, you were coming back from some gala with him, sitting in a ridiculously expensive dress in an equally expensive car and you’ve had more than a few drinks.

he tells you he wasn't sure if you were comfortable and he didn’t want to rush you, he wants you to be comfortable first.

that night, he takes you back to his place but nothing happens, he helps you change and leaves you to sleep off the drinks.

the next morning, you wander through the house to find him in his office, you sit yourself on his lap and he leans in to kiss you.

one thing leads to the other and now you’re sitting on the top of the desk, legs spread as he eats you out. your hand tangled in his hair and truthfully, this is the best head you’ve gotten in your life.

you told him as much, he makes a mental note to do it often.

it spirals from there.

jenson would fuck you anywhere -- the first time was sweet and soft though, in bed and no rushing and nothing rough.

but after that? fucked like bunny rabbits or whatever the phrase is.

bent over his desk, the couch, the counter, on his desk, in the shower, up against the window.

in the car was his favourite; what good is having an expensive car if he can’t fuck his pretty girl in it? -- that also happened to be his nickname for you.

when jenson left for work, he’d make sure you stayed at his place rather than yours that way when he got home, you were there.

he’d order stuff in advance; flowers, sweets, little pick me ups for you for the few days he’s gone.

sending you a whole wardrobe of clothes, especially lingerie was his favourite thing to do.

just because he knows you’ll call him to show him all the pretty pieces he bought for you or you’d send him a million pictures of yourself in them.

not to mention that he’d usually get the earliest flight home just so he can take it off you or if he's impatient, just pulling it to the side as he fucks you wherever he can.

jenson also had a habit of spoiling you even when he was home.

the first big purchase aside from your condo was the car he bought you. he had taken you to the dealership, letting you pick out what you liked under the impression that he was shopping for himself.

it didn’t strike you as odd when he bought one that same day, he had the money to do so.

you were shocked when he handed you the papers to sign, telling you that the dealership needs the owners signature.

he liked to know you were his as well.

pieces of jewelry he’s gotten you or his favourite piece, the newest in the collection; a simple silver chain with a flat heart pendent on it.

the outside edge of the heart was lined with diamonds but the backside had something engraved; JB.

you wore it everyday, even without him asking you to do so.

also lavish vacations was his thing.

anywhere you wanted, you were there over night and in the biggest villa available.

you always insisted that it wasn't necessary for him to get such a big place for just the two of you but he tells you that he’d rather not get noise complaints when you scream his name.

#sugar daddy!jenson #<tag if you want to send more stuff for this !! cause I loveeee this prompt besties #also sorry this ran from me #jenson button #jenson button smut #favs <3

249 notes · View notes

gamora-borealis · 5 months

Note

hi so im one of those ppl that watched dnp religiously years ago and ive been out of the loop for a long time so what’s the thing about the wedding theory & the phil tag thing? if you dont mind explaining or maybe pointing me in the direction of someone else who could?

Oh well hello welcome back! Very long rambley answer under the cut :)

Tbh there's been way more insane stuff that's happened since, but in 2022 the biggest thing that had happened was Dan released his video "Why I Quit YouTube" where he announced that he was going on a solo tour ("We're All Doomed") and making some YouTube videos to go along with / promote the tour ("Dystopia Daily"). So I don't remember the exact details (I bet if you search dan and phil iceland on tumblr you might find some stuff), but Dan's tour was supposed to end in Iceland, and based on some stuff his friend PJ said on twitch it seemed like maybe he (and his gf) and Dan and Phil were going to have a vacation in Iceland after the last show. And idk if there was anything else (like maybe based on stuff they were liking on social media idk lol) people were like... what if they are having a wedding in Iceland after the last show? Apparently Iceland has been advertised as a gay wedding tourism destination too so idk. I think tumblr phannies were just bored and clowning but also it was 2022 which was the infamous prophesized year they were supposed to get married (based on a joke Crabstickz made years ago), so there was this thought like, what if they get married in early 2023 (when the Iceland show was supposed to be) out of spite.

Anyways, the Iceland show ended up getting cancelled. I'm not exactly sure why, but there were some other cancelled shows too and some people suspect it was due to poor ticket sales / too many shows in one city / issues with venues (maybe they were scheduling some that were too big) / issues with promotion (dan's management and touring agencies left most of the promotion to him outside of the standard local venues in-house promotion). Both Dan and Phil got new management this year after all that (Dan now has an agent for his comedy / touring stuff, Phil has an agent for his own channel, and then they have another agent for the gaming channel).

Anyways, 2023 kicked off and Dan and Phil started doing all kinds of insane stuff, which that's a whole other long post about how wild this year has been (Japhan 3.0, OnlyPhans, Gaming Channel comeback, Dan being a slutty nun for Halloween baking, Catboy calendar, etc) and they have been pretty open and comfortable together online lately (while still being fairly private) and more settled in their lives that some people actually think they might actually be getting married. Which, idk maybe we are just being insane again but this time I actually do think it's more believable lol. They bought/designed a house together (though I think it's actually a condo? penthouse? something like that) and Phil has had some health issues so even though they might not really be the kind to want to get married, some people are wondering if they might do it for legal reasons and also to maybe celebrate their relationship with family since Dan came out to his family and then like 9 months after their coming out videos the pandemic happened. Also doesn't help that next year is their 15th anniversary, which the anniversary of the first day they met takes place on the same day Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance are performing at the We Were Young Festival 2024 lmaooo. I mean some people are still convinced that they are queerplatonic and romantic exes or something like that but there's a lot they have shared that heavily implies that they aren't.

Okay, now the Phil tag examiner... Idk there was this blog that kept sending people asks anytime they posted something in the Dan and Phil or dnp tags that didn't explicitly mention Phil, and were like "hello this is the Phil tag examiner please keep posts only about Dan out of the Dan and Phil tag" and it was kinda funny to be honest. It stopped after a while idk what happened to them but no one was taking them seriously.

Anyways, I got back into dnp while Dan was on his tour about a year ago, and it's been such a wild year and now is probably like one of the best times to start watching them again there's sooo much new content with the gaming channel and they are being very authentically themselves it's really great.

#dan and phil #dnp #phan #<- for the fandometrics <3 #ask

15 notes · View notes

yesyoubelonghere · 1 year

Text

Single

That is how I met Claire.

I had just finished my second run of the morning and as I slid up to the lift line, I called out "single?!" She raised her hand and that was the beginning of a long friendship. We skied together until about noon and she had to go, but she asked me to come to her parents condo for a party that night.

I arrived at the condo and knocked on the door. The man let me in and I asked about Claire. He called out her name and this beautiful Chinese girl walked up and said "Thanks Dad!" and then turned to me and said "Hi". I was stunned. You see, the whole time we were skiing I never did get to see her face as she had on big dark goggles and a mask over her face as it was windy and cold. She introduced me to her Dad. He was tall, thin and white. I then met her Mom, who also was tall, thin and white. In the course of the night, I found out she had been adopted as a baby and that all of the people that I met that night were kind of her "family".

Her parents were both engineers and were the leaders of a commune that was being started in New Mexico. They had been at it already for about 1 1/2 years and things were going well. We spent the rest of the weekend together skiing and at night I spent at the condo talking with her "family" and sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag next to her.

When I left to go home, her Mom and Dad invited me to come to their home in a couple of months and I spent those months planning my visit. My parents were Ok and since I was a Senior in High School, I had all my credits and classes pretty much done. When the time came, I was very excited. A half days drive and I was there. Claire greeted me like a long lost friend and her parents treated me like family. I didn't know what to expect about what to do or anything about a commune. But I was ready to learn.

There were a few homes already built. There was also a large commons building that others shared while their homes were being built. The commons building was 2 levels and had a dinning area and kitchen. The other areas were set aside as "living" areas for those in need and the business office. The detached homes were small and were the living areas for Claire and her parents in one home and in the other two were small families. These homes were for the founding members of the commune.

These were all hard working people and all had dedicated themselves to being at the commune. I was put in with those caring for the animals since I had experience working at the Vet's office and was planning to go to Vet School. I hatched chickens and birthed cows, horses and pigs. Now, not all of the people were vegie people. So the animals were for food and for a means to raise money to help obtain supplies that were needed to build or whatever. Some of the people were artists and sold their work, while others did some teaching. Since they had horses, they taught people to ride and had trail rides when the weather was nice. There were also musicians and a couple times a month, they would hold little concerts. All this to help get money. At no time did we go begging for money. Things were bought or traded.

There was a lot of nudity and some drug and alcohol use but it didn't seem to be abused. People just seemed to be very relaxed.

Claire and I became very close. We did hang out as much as possible. She was extremely smart and she would be considered a nerd by today's standards. We did sleep in the same bed and did explore each other, but full on intercourse did not happen. I think we were just too scared to go there. I learned a lot while there. I feel it was the time where I did the rest of my growing up.

Claire went on obtain several degrees. One in Education, another in Business, another in Art and one in Engineering. She now runs the commune as her parents are elderly. The commune has had people come and go. It is pretty much self contained with solar and wind power. It is more of a Art community and holds many types of seminars ranging from art and ecology to religion/spiritual and drug/alcohol abuse as well as human abuse and recovery. It is not a rehab, though some over the years have used it as such.

I have been back many times over the years and I am always treated as family or a long lost friend. Claire has some of my photos on the walls of her home as well as the common building. I have helped with the work needed about the grounds when I have visited. I have gone back and taught classes on CPR and First Aid. The Commune is open to the public and is not a secret to anyone who lives in the area. They get along very well with the general community. It is a very relaxed and loving/compassionate place to be.

It has been some time since I have been back there. Claire and I "talk" a few times a month. It is funny how a path in ones life is made. And it all started from one word..."Single?"

This first appeared on Xanga in 2013

26 notes · View notes

cleoselene · 28 days

Text

tw suicide, cancer

My Uncle Art, who married into the family when he married my Aunt Leslie, he's a great guy. He wasn't always, I'll be honest, he was a real dick for most of my childhood, but he was an alcoholic. And when he quit drinking, it was like a personality switch was flipped and he became this gentle, loving, helpful, compassionate person when he was none of those things before he got sober.

This last month alone, Art has been down from Ohio where he lives to visit his sister, who lives in the same town in Florida as me, three times. He comes down from time to time because he owns the condo she lives in (and pays all her bills and expenses... while she goes through a fifth a vodka a day. How she is alive, not one of us can comprehend. But while he was here, Art took time to A) install a new hot water heater for us and haul the old one out, B) do the same for our dishwasher (and then he went to the grocery store and bought us a huge tub of detergent pods and a bottle of rinse aid, because he's thoughtful like that and noticed we were low on pods when he was fussing around under the sink), and C) fixed the garbage disposal. He didn't have to do any of these things, he volunteered because he's one of those old guys that likes to, as my mom says, "putz around and fix things" because it's his love language, honestly. Acts of service.

Her daughter is a little younger than me? I'm almost 45, I wanna say she's 35. Anyway, I didn't know her super well, but I know her. We shared an aunt and uncle, not quite like a cousin, but she was nice. Chill. She sold me weed at cost (she was a weed dealer) a few times, we smoked out together a few times. She had survived leukemia, and we bonded over being in the Terribel Illness Club, right down to the fact that my disease-modifying drug is Kesimpta, which was used to treat leukemia under the name Arzerra. Bonded over the joys of poisoning your body to save your body.

Well, she unfortunately succumbed to mental illness yesterday, taking her own life. My poor uncle, he is devastated. So is my aunt. It never makes sense when these things happen, and it's sticking with me a little not just because I knew her and considered her a friend, but because she had been in the Awful Illness Club with me and she's beaten hers! I love when people get the diagnosis and beat it! It's one of my favorite things! My roommate had spinal surgery last year and he has recovered so much more mobility than he could have possibly dreamed of and I see him thriving more and more each day and it warms my heart, and he told me he feels bad because he knows there's no miracle procedure to make me suddenly turn around and feel better. But I don't want him to feel that way! I love living off successes like this vicariously!

Anyway, it turns out that leukemia was the one she could beat. Mental illness she could not. I'm so sorry, Emily. I hope you've found peace.

It has been a bad week for uncles. My Uncle Chris was diagnosed with prostate cancer. They think they caught it early, but given that he's 78 years old they have to look everywhere to make sure that's the only place the cancer is. I gotta admit, I'm scared. I know prostate is one of the more survivable cancers, one of my other uncles had it and the treatment was so fast and effective that the extended family didn't know it had happened until he was already in remission. But Chris is not Bob -- he has a much more fragile constitution, and probably an eating disorder? All his life he's been scary skinny and obsessive about his weight. Bob climbs mountains and stuff, Chris sits on his porch and sips vodka and watches the ducks. There's just a whole different level of healthiness here.

Also, to be frank, Chris's wife is a wretched succubus. She is AWFUL to be around because she is one of those people that just CREATES stress out of thin air. It's like her magical power, creating stress out of nothing at all! She has alienated him from all three of his sisters (well my mom not as much, but she also doesn't spend nearly as much time with him as she used to? They used to go to the beach and see the sunset 2-3 times a week. Now it's like. 2-3 times in the last year) .

I am not on speaking terms with the wretched bitch or her daughter (this child has been a brat since birth, and continued to be. Last I talked to her was an argument because she thought I was vagueblogging about her on Facebook, which, lol? I do not care enough about her life to be passive aggressive to her like that. She also accused me of being jealous of her life, which is HYSTERICAL because she has three small children (that she cannot handle and honestly didn't want more than one, but well...) and a Republican husband with the personality of damp toast. He's like 6'7" and I think she fell prey to the "he's not hot, just tall" trap. Anyway my cousin accusing me of being jealous of her life, really funny stuff, she's probably projecting? But sure, she can imagine that i'm jealous of her 3 children under 6 and her ugly inside-and-out husband and her exciting career shilling cleaning products for an MLM scheme.

But I love my uncle and I really am worried between his wife and his daughter they are going to stress him to the grave. They have stressed him out constantly for 4 decades now, don't see any reason they would change when they can both enjoy walking all over him. Which they do. It's depressing. My mom worked with DV offenders for 3 decades and she says their relationship has all the hallmarks of verbal and emotional abuse, and I believe it. Sometimes the things my aunt would say about my uncle would make me tilt my head because it would be some outrageously offensive thing that my uncle would never, ever say.

It goes like this: Aunt Beeyatch: Your uncle told me I looked fat Me: *head tilt* Really? That doesn't sound like something he would say. *turns to uncle* You didn't really say that, did you? My mom: Say what? Me: Aunt Bee just said Uncle Chris said she looked fat, which i thought was really weird, because it doesn't sound like something he would say it all. My mom: Of course he didn't say that, *dismissive as all hell, turns to Aunt Bee* Why would you make that up? Aunt Bee: I'm just joshing you (I kid you know she says "joshing" all the time -_-) Me; *politely* Oh okay. I knew it didn't sound like something he would say!

some version of this conversation has been had MANY times over the decades

all this to say I'm worried about my uncles :( send good thoughts to them both.

#mehh tbd probs idk family stuffff

3 notes · View notes

random2908 · 4 months

Text

Well, I don't know whether I'd say 2023 was the worst year of my life, because there was a lot of positive stuff in it. But on reflection, I think I might at least be able to say it was the most eventful year of my life:

I moved back to my home state (after 23 years away), but to a new city I'd never lived in before and seldom visited.

I started a new job.

Lots of things happened at that job (mostly good) that I can't talk about. But let's just say there was a company-wide party for my project, on which I was one of only two full-time employees.

My abusive former employer threatened to sue my new employer for letting me work, and tacitly threatened to sue me as well. We (mostly) won but it took about three months and a lot of money in legal fees (although I, personally, only had to pay about $1600 out of pocket).

I reconnected with a number of old friends in NorCal, including taking on an auntie role for a childhood friend's kids.

I had a big 40th birthday party in several small chunks with different guests. My parents drove up for it, and I flew my brother out and he and I had a slumber party while my parents stayed in a hotel. All of my NorCal friends came for some part of it, and by coincidence, an East Coast friend was visiting one of my NorCal friends at the time, and was also able to come.

I sold my old condo in Michigan and bought a new one in California.

My whole family went on a two-week safari trip to southern Africa.

My brother committed suicide soon after we got back.

I'm sure other stuff happened after that, too.

Oh yeah, I joined a choir, before that, but the performance was a few weeks after his suicide.

Slowly, slowly, slowly I've been making a bunch of new friends. No new close friends yet, but lots of casual friends already: at work, at synagogue, and at least two through old friends.

3 notes · View notes

tealfruit · 1 year

Text

real actual Seinfeld stuff

we all joke about queer Seinfeld but let's not forget the canon queer Seinfeld when Elaine notices a couple of young women eavesdropping on them from the adjacent booth at the restaurant and, to mess with them, asks George and Jerry when they're gonna come out of the closet bc it's ok to be out and gay now. George plays along whole Jerry just huffs. one of the young women was an NYU student who was supposed to interview Jerry for a thing and she ends up writing an article about their gay relationship despite their insisting it was a joke, bc due to the way they actually act with each other, the fact that they're both in their 30s and don't have wives/girlfriends, and some faulty 90s phone technology she doesn't believe they aren't gay.

also every single time they deny being gay they add "NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT! it's totally fine and natural and it's nobody else's business what your sexuality is!" or some variation. this was the 90s

the time they were at a piano recital for Jerry's girlfriend and during her performance, he inexplicably balanced his pez dispenser on Elaine's knee, sending her into a giggle fit. the girlfriend mistook it for someone laughing at her performance and became so depressed she quit piano.

the entire episode they spent in the lobby of a Chinese restaurant waiting to be seated. bonus: Elaine was dared to go up to a table where a bunch of posh looking older folks were sitting and just take one of their wontons and eat it. she made it to the table but could not take the wonton.

that one guy who only spoke about himself in third person

George's fiancee who he was engaged to for a whole season before she, suddenly and without much fanfare, died from licking envelopes.

the time George pitched Jerry on a sitcom that is about nothing

the time Elaine spotted a mannequin in a department store that looked a lot like her and demanded to know where it came from or to take it home. she was harshly rebuffed and the next time she went to the store the clerk had posed the Elaine mannequin so that it was being bent over the knee of a male mannequin being spanked.

the bubble boy

the time they made a bet on who could go the longest without masturbating. they made Elaine put in more because "it's easier for a woman to not" but she was the second to lose (after Kramer, who didn't even last 12 hours)

the time Kramer came up with the idea for a male bra called a "bro" after seeing George's dad shirtless old man titties

George worked for the New York Yankees for like. the latter half of the series. and, despite an absolutely abysmal prior work history, was somehow so beloved there that he was UNABLE to get fired even when he was trying to.

Elaine's bad dancing where she did funny little kicks

Jerry got a huge check from some shows so he was very nice and bought his dad a Cadillac. this led to his dad being ousted from his position as the president of the condo association. oh wait that was also because Jerry had stolen a loaf of marble rye from one of the other members (a very old lady) in a previous episode.

the time they got lost in a parking garage

the season finale where they're all sentenced to a year of prison for just being assholes. like they didn't actually COMMIT a crime they were just being assholes in general.

(specifically they witnessed a crime and instead of doing anything made jokes about the victims weight. they were not in new York city at this time)

feel free to add your favorite Seinfeld things

#nerd alert #seinfeld #what a fucking. wack ass show.#i think the moment that they wrapped up the tv pilot arc was the moment the show stopped being pretty good but thats just me

14 notes · View notes

m-jelly · 2 years

Note

4: Where Levi sees something in the window for us.

_______________________________________________

Levi murmured as he counted out the amount of cream-filled doughnuts in each pastry box. It had been a tiresome day at work, and he felt a bit down about leaving his wife at home for so long. As he began the short walk back to the condo, he paused at the beloved bakery the two frequently drooled over. Levi preferred the delicate teas, but he could not say no to your begging eyes when the delicious selection of doughnuts were displayed. He knew you enjoyed the cream filled ones… did you once compare them to him somehow…?

Shaking his head free of thoughts, he ordered a fresh half dozen before paying the tab. Safely tucking the bundle in his arms, he continued onward downtown towards home. The sun was hinting it’s descent on the horizon, the massive skyscrapers obstructing its path. Rush hour was in full swing, those who dared to bring their cars downtown were blaring their horns in a never ending symphony of frustration. Levi just continued on his merry way, thoughts consumed with how happy you would be. Or at least, that little voice in his head butt in, he hoped you would be happy. Levi frowned down at the path before him, contemplating if he should change up his hourly shift to be more available for you. You had encouraged him to take the promotion, even with the additional hours.

A particularly bright shop window naturally caught his attention. He glanced over, a bit peeved at the brightness. He haltered in his movement, gawking at what he saw inside. Could it be…?

The sound of the door opening caught your attention. Turning from your game, you lowered your headset at the sight of Levi stepping inside.

“Levi!”

You happily announced, scrambling to hug him. Levi gladly met you halfway, embracing you like he had gone on a trip.

“I missed you,”

You paused, poking his chest as you backed away from the hug,

“but I am also proud of your hard work okay?”

Levi smiled, the bags under his eyes looking especially dark today. He held up the doughnut box.

“Here my love, for you.”

You squealed out, smooching his cheek as you took the box from him.

“Thank you! I’ll set them to the-

….is that an ‘embrace the PP’ sign?”

👀

Levi's blush spread on his cheeks. "I can explain my thought process."

You placed the box on the side and smiled at your husband. "Oh, please do, dear husband." You folded your arms and popped your hip to the side. "Explain to your sweet wife what all this is."

He cleared his throat. "Well, I was passing by the bakery we love and I saw they had cream-filled doughnuts."

You hummed. "Right."

He gulped. "I remembered you mentioned something to me before about them, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I bought some anyway because we both like them."

You opened the box of doughtnuts. "Right."

He sighed. "I kept walking and I saw that sign. I know how you jokingly call my...you know...pp."

You hummed a laugh. "It winds you up. I only say it when I'm being a brat."

He ruffled his hair. "I still can't put my finger on the whole doughnut thing though." He stared at you as you bit into the doughtnut causing the cream to ooze out of the filling hole and drop onto your left breast. He gasped when it clicked in his head. "Oh."

You looked down. "Shit." You wiped it up and licked it. "They often overfill these. I'm not complaining about it, but I always forget." You licked your lips and hummed. "But I do love it when they fill it to the brim."

"Creampie!"

You jumped at Levi shouting. "I'm sorry?"

He blushed bright red when he realised what he just shouted. "The um doughnut."

You looked at it and watched the cream slowly ooze out. "Oh! Oh, I get it." You walked closer to Levi as you slowly licked up the cream with a moan. "Does this remind you of last night?"

He gasped. "Y-Yes."

You pushed your fingers into his hair and held the doughnut between you and him. "You think you can recreate this? Do you think you can get me full like this?" You licked the cream in front of him and sighed. "You think you could make me drip and ooze white cream like this?"

He massaged your hip and yanked you against him. "You know I can."

"You sure? You're not too tired now, are you?"

He purred at you. "Not at all."

#aot levi #levi #levi ackerman #snk levi #fanfic #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #aot x you #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

27 notes · View notes

onlyfansdotcomslashshawnmendes · 1 year

Note

Him or his team (or both) just did a straight Bullet shot to his knee. He sabotaged himself. He changed for positive after they broke Up. He bought a house (possibly because he wanted to leave behind the condo that she was in as in documentary),he was going on walks,meeting friends,going to therapy,supporting local businesses,the whole Tommy Hilfiger and meeting fans-glow Up 180! He gained people again for actually speaking truth,standing for what really is important,slowly comming back to studio. David Yurman campaigne. Live message with Jay. Now what? He Lost not only the Last of the Last fans that were waiting for his redempion,possibly new listeners that he also got while TH touring and public again. Its like silicing the sword into the same big wound that hasnt healed yet from past events. I don’t know everything about PR but i am confused how is this suppose to be good?

I don’t know how to break it to you that getting back with the girl he loves or wtv is also his truth. no one who’s a stan for real going to actually be upset enough to not listen to his things or not buy his tickets. if he’s changing for the better for real he’s going to continue to do that. like i’m so serious y’all got like 24 hours to lock this down and find a new topic or just leave the fandom cos this drama is easily the most annoying part of him being back with her i swear.

2 notes · View notes

mapsofmystery · 1 year

Text

episode 7 of Batman Beyond, "Shriek", is about the Wayne-Powers corporation attempting to tear down Gotham's historical district. this was such a striking episode to me since we already know the mythos of batman has always attempted to tackle the 'grittier' aspects of crime & justice. [read grittier as "grimly realistic"]. as a product of the late 90s-early 2000s it hold similar themes that many grunge comics and cyber punk/sci fi punk themes held about corruption, corporate greed, and the wealthy albeit in a general sense since it's still american comics, but it is doing something interesting here that i've always loved about gotham centric media.

Bruce is seen speaking with what i am assuming are the board of directors about the leadership's decision to expand into the historical district and fortunately it is successful. Bruce Wayne really cares for Gotham city, and many poor people across many other cities can relate to having their cherished neighbourhoods becoming slum-like landscapes only for property developers to do as they please once they are bought out. last month i was reading about gentrification (I forget from who) so the ideas are still a bit fresh and it was discussed how property developers will buy land and purposefully allow it to degrade in order to justify tearing down a neighbourhood and pushing out locals. this is of course to build cheaply made condos and other properties meant to line the pockets of the rich. i am already fairly well versed in the harm of gentrification, but it was interesting to the more malicious ways in property owners continue to harm the working class through things like housing and intentionally hostile infrastructure.

Bruce Wayne/batman is really special in that despite being from a rich background and having luxuries, he is one of the few people who still feel quite responsible for the state of inequality within the city. it shows through much of his actions as well as his psyche, he also doesn't even identify with being bruce wayne, but rather as "Batman" which is mentioned at the end of this episode. it is absolutely not new information to him about "crime" being directly to meeting the needs of the working class. i don't remember much from my first watch of Batman Beyond, mostly because I was quite young, but I am heavily appreciative of these explorations of IRL issues. I personally love when fiction is grounded in reality this way. Terry is somewhat beholden to the state of Gotham, he doesn't see the value in the historical district, but I wonder if his time with Bruce is helping him mature his ideas or if there's ever any tension between them seeing as Bruce had turned his back on city years ago and still maintains his wealth; or about the fact that it's Bruce's company that is directly responsible for the exploitation of the working class. i see bruce as not necessarily trying to push his ideals on others seeing as that never worked in the past (maybe he's too old to be so controlling...), but rather truly guide him in his missions. I'm sort of anticipating for any moment Bruce talks about past robins since I remember Return of the Joker the most out of the whole series 😅

we also see other things happen in the episode, Shriek having been rescued from bankruptcy by Powers and becoming a criminal so that he continue research. at the heart of Batman media we know the biggest criminal is the rich and the police/politicians that maintain their material interests. while watching this episode it is just so clear that Powers is responsible creating criminals and that he is able to pay/coerce these villains into doing what he needs to in order to consolidate power. (thinking about the first 2 episodes where we see Wayne-Powers corp as integrated into a fictional military industrial complex). when Shriek chases after Terry and get's spotted by the cop hover-crafters, he is next seen in Powers' office talking about how he can't show his face and can't use his name and can't return to his lab. how he is being forced to face the consequences of his actions. Powers tells him that being feared is better than being loved and convinces him that having power as a criminal is worth it. in the end Shriek is the only one that suffers for his actions while powers is able to walk away.

maybe this is just the lens that I'm watching this through, but it is so clear that this is pointing to the Powers being representative of systemic issues seeing as he is CEO to such a wealthy company and the villains that he uses every episode are complicit middle men. i also really appreciate that Batman Beyond actually explores bruce's trauma. the historical district is one of the only areas that doesn't have neo-Gotham's futuristic infrastructure, in fact, it contains the movie theatre in where his parent were murdered. i mentioned this earlier, but it was noted that Bruce knew that he was not experiencing psychosis because the voice that was attempting to manipulate him called him by his name as opposed to "Batman" I wish DC would allow Bruce to age and reflect more, especially with respect to his ideology and identity (but that would also require the writers to understand marxism and anti-capitalism lol). the mythos of Batman is so interesting and so many recent iterations of him do such a bad job? there's both an attempt at working through the logistics of him as a figure as well as a removal from the understanding of class politics unless it's for a one liner joke.

I am glad that the Bruce of the future is revitalizing hope for the future of his city and that he is able to share this knowledge and experiences with Terry. there is so much value in "organizational memory" and although Terry is not very smart, he is absolutely a great fit for bruce's cranky pessimistic nature while still being able to interact with these themes.

#Batman Beyond #batman #watching batman beyond

4 notes · View notes

rgr-pop · 2 years

Text

ok first of all here is the pile of books next to my bed, which i’m avoiding coping with post semester

last book i bought: notwithstanding gifts or class, i think must have been the flint public library book sale? most of the library discards from this shelf, plus others:

since then i may have purchased my copy of deviations too, i don’t remember. i really desire to purchase some books! borrowed: i think probably sidney fine’s violence in the model city and heather thompson’s whose detroit? (near the top of my need to purchase for myself list). WAIT actually since then i checked out sexual personae because my coworker is having a phase (!) and i was like you know what why not lmfao. but i haven’t cracked it open yet. many books coming and going from the library, i’m sure you can imagine :). i rarely borrow books from others but i have borrowed matias’s george condo monograph for most of a year intending to reference it in something i swear someday i will write about matias’s paintings was gifted: lmao well uhhh i received in the mail several books from somebody down bad when i stopped talking to him :| including invitation to vernacular architecture, philip guston’s collected writings, and a 90s yiddish vocabulary zine... also recently was given andrew cornell’s unruly equality from [sweats] someone else i’m not currently talking to. some other gift highlights from the last year: greg burnett’s book on guston’s the studio from matias, my yiddish textbooks from sarah, and (still harping on this) the saddam hussein romance novel from ben (all people i am still talking to)

gave/lent someone: several items i’ve accumulated for a few of you reading this who i haven’t seen (surprises). got atulya war in an irish town for st patricks day on bri’s suggestion. we’re weeding at work so i keep bringing people books they didn’t ask for... tons of poetry and craft books to lucas, abbie hoffman stuff for matias, etc., every labor history that i don’t want myself, stack of like sicilian mafia and who knows what i need to mail to aria, etc... started: i suppose the only book i can recall starting that i intend to finish is black reconstruction, which i am reading, but i’m not going to book club, because i have “quit” lol

finished: i suppose gayle rubin’s deviations could go here or above because i read most of the whole thing this semester and intend to return to what i’ve skipped. the only whole entire book i read for class this semester was aaron lansky’s outwitting history. i believe i finished conversations with friends in the very beginning of january but no fiction since then--one or two novels would be a lot for me in a year. i’d be interested in trying to squeeze out her other two by the end of the summer, but i would maybe rather move onto another something scandalous or buzzy (or several-years-old buzz, maybe moshfegh? whatever it is it has to be easy lol) gave 5 stars: i have never in my life reviewed a book but the most recent book i have stanned and recommended is, again, deviations!

gave 2 stars: this semester i read maybe 20 articles and most of a book by m*chelle c*swell and wrote a paper about how she’s why we’re doomed. answer to this question is LIS scholars are a punishment from god

didn’t finish: going to throw clive barker’s inhuman condition and jean genet’s the thief’s journal here because i kept picking them up this semester but i cannot allow myself to “read.” also a bit of women in love.

tagging @sister-emeritus @madmoths @milkshakemotel @bookbroken

#books

14 notes · View notes