#fuck the poilce

[anarchotahdigism]

"

Haiti’s government declared a state of emergency and nighttime curfew late Sunday in an effort to regain control of the streets after a huge popular uprising over the weekend saw armed fighters storm the country’s two biggest prisons.

The 72-hour state of emergency took effect immediately. The government said it would set out to find the escapees from prison. “The police were ordered to use all legal means at their disposal to enforce the curfew and apprehend all offenders,” said a statement from Finance Minister Patrick Boivert, acting prime minister.

Prime Minister Ariel Henry traveled abroad last week to try to salvage international bourgeois support for bringing in a US-backed security force to pacify the country in its conflict with increasingly militant organizations countrywide." ... "But the siege Saturday night of the National Penitentiary came as a shock even to Haitians accustomed to living under the constant pressure due to colonial misrule. Almost all of the estimated 4,000 inmates fled in the jailbreak, leaving the usually criminally overcrowded facility empty Sunday with no prison guards in sight and plastic sandals, clothing and furniture strewn across the concrete patio. Three bodies with gunshot wounds lay at the prison entrance." ... "Among the few dozen who chose to stay in the prison are 18 former Colombian soldiers accused of working as mercenaries in the July 2021 assassination of Haitian President Jovenel Moïse. Amid the clashes Saturday night, several of the Colombians shared a video pleading for their lives.

'Please, please help us,” one of the men, Francisco Uribe, said in the message widely shared on social media. “They are massacring people indiscriminately inside the cells.' " .... "A second Port-au-Prince prison containing about 1,400 inmates was also overrun. Gunmen also occupied the nation’s top soccer stadium in a highly symbolic display of defiance Internet service for many residents was down as Haiti’s top mobile network said a fiber-optic cable connection was slashed during the rebellion." .. "The rebellion is significant since the president, who is US-backed and unelected, has been organizing an international occupation force to impose its will on the country. There has been no notable progress on social issues, economic issues, or reparations for US and French destruction of the country.

The violence must be understood in this context."

#ftp #fire to the prisons #fuck the poilce #acab #free them all #prison abolition #anticapitalism #anarchism #antifascism #haiti #free haiti

[unamused-kookaburra]

Whenever a customer loses something in the shop, I think of the person who found someones car keys in the food court and instead of taking them upstairs to centre management (we don't accept any personal property found outside our shop for legal(?) reasons), they decided to take it to a police station, the closest of which being 15 minutes away by car, thereby trapping the person that owned the keys at the shopping centre.

#moral of the story: just take the lift to centre management its not that fucking hard #im sure its a lot more work dropping them off at the police #and then we had to tell the owner when they came looking in our shop that some idiot took them to the poilce #and didnt tell us what station either #i didnt find out what they ended up doing but i got pissed just thinking about it #like how annoying would that be #personal

[noirineverysense]

Racism in the whump community

I'm a tired black woman and I wanna talk about the kind of racism i see in the whump community. This isnt a callout, but a discussion and its an invite for white people to listen not talk over me.

Whump is when characters get hurt, this can be from fandom or with original characters, so I'll go into each of these starting with fandom.

Fandom racism is well documented, white people will actively ignore or hate on people of colour, especially black women, both the characters and the actors. Black, Latino and Asian characters are consistently hated or ignored, especially in whump. As someone who runs a poc whump blog, I have to make gifs (as someone who doesnt have the talent or energy to do that) for franchises like the fucking MCU, where characters like Sam Wilson or T'Challa, who have massive fanbases outside of tumblr/whumpblr, but here theyre irrelevant. Black stories and pain are irrelevant in whump.

Been in servers where people will talk about a whumpee by showing pictures of a group of people, no one has to mention theyre talking about the white man in the group, we all know ofc whumpees are white men. The poc in the shot are the background, even if theyre the main characters, to a white person eyes, they arent relevant, arent important.

And OC content isnt free from this either. Instead of ignoring people of colour, we are simply not present. And whump is derived from fandom so its clear that these are linked. You dont like it when we're there, and make worlds where we are not. And it's not about intention, maybe youre just worried about writing poc, maybe we just dont come to your mind at all. But the effect, the consequence, is more important on poc in the community than any of that.

And when you do write us, you feminise and fetishise asian men, you make black men hypermasculine or subject them to poilce brutality. You make black women the sassy best friend type, the black mama to serve white people. We're never the centre of the story.

And whiteness is glorified. In its pale innocence, in the beauty of blue eyes or brown hair. The whumpee was made to be white and for white people to project themselves on. Not for poc. This wasn't made for us.

Something that is so innocent, so obvious to a white person can be harmful to a person of colour and the problem isnt an individual, its a structure. Fandoms are structurally white, the whump community is structurally white. Places white people go to turn their brain off, to "escape" always mean that its a space where poc cant escape. Because you let the racism that is in you not get addressed, and where no one is addressing racism, it flourishes.

#a ramble #a rambly ramble #but im tired amd someone has to do it #dont go on this post to tell me why you dont write poc or some other white bs #i dont wanna hear it #also i talk as a black woman so i camt give other poc perspectives #so if any other poc want to add on pls do #racism #whump #fandom racism

[wolffox-makes-art]

Welp some lad got fucking stabbed up the road from me and my mom is currently talking to the poilce.

What a great fucking day I'm having.

#dying inside #having a shit day #tw police #tw stabbing #Im joking around but in reality im terrified #police #The cat likes to climb on the roof and its really loud and its fucking stressing me out #Im not okay

[fuckyeahanarchistposters]

Arm Trans Women, Disarm Cops

#arm trans women #disarm cops #disarm the police #ftp #fuck the poilce #hate the cops #fuck the cops #glitch #glitch art

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Out From The Shadows

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader

Summary: Two years after John McGarrett's death certain circumstances drove you out of hiding bringing you straight to the person you swore you'd never see again

Warnings: mentions of blood, gunshots, angst

MASTERLIST

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Panting you continued to run through the tall greenery not risking a spared glance to see how far you had gotten from the hired hitman on your tail. Blood, sweat, dirt and blades of grass covered you from head to toe as you continued pressing in the direction of the main road

It was dark out but the sun would be rising soon and you prayed that someone would be driving on the road once you made it there. Your shoulder hurt the more you moved making you silently curse the man that shot you back at your temporary house

Your lungs felt like they were on fire but you couldn't afford to stop now, not when the open road was less than a mile ahead, you're almost there

Gunshots rang out behind you, giving you the extra push you needed to get the hell out of there. Clambering up the little hill you stepped onto the asphalt of the road just as a poilce car was headed your way. The officer stopped the car and his partener was about to get but you stopped him

"Ma'am wh-"

"Take me to the station" opening the backdoor open you sat quickly climbed in and urged the driver to get as far away as he can. You felt bad for the way you spoke but you needed to get away from the man

"We need to get you to a hospital" panic rushed through you

"No, no hospitals, that would be the first place he'd look for me" the officer in the passenger seat turned to look at me

Duke

"Y/n?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

"Duke, hey, long time no see" to his knowledge you were dead, well that's how your ex soon-to-be father-in-law wanted intended for you to be, he easily made it look like you were to protect you from someone that wanted him dead as he didn't want you to be caught in the crosshairs

"What's going on, I thought" you could see how hurt he was and you felt bad, you and Duke were close when John was still an officer, he had become a grandfather figure for you

"I know and I'll explain once I get to the station" nodding he told his partner to floor it and he did. Looking down at your arm, you grimaced at the blood that poured from your wound and onto the seats

Tearing the bottom of your shirt off you made yourself a tourniquet as best as you could to stop the blood loss and Duke shook his head

"You really would've fit in with the McGarrett's" releasing a heavy sigh you closed your eyes, your uninjured hand reached up and toyed with the engagement ring that dangled from the necklace you wore

There wasn't a day that went by where you hadn't thought about Steve and how he took the news of your 'death' when his father had told him

The car came to a stop roughly twenty minutes later and you got out. The morning sun felt good against your cold skin as you walked into the building with Duke and the unnamed officer. The older man pulled out a seat at his desk for me to sit and you gladly did

"Now, tell me exactly what happened"

And you did not leaving out any detail from the moment you heard the hitman's footsteps on your porch to you showing up on the road covered in blood and grime, the junior officer, Aolani wrote it all down. Duke nodded to his partner before standing up

"Come with me, let's get you cleaned up" he had a female officer escort you to the bathroom and she gave you a sweatshirt with HPD on the front with a pair of grey sweatpants to match it

This is going to be a long day

After you had showered and changed your bandage the lady gave you a visitors pass and took you up to the top floor. Stepping out of the elevator into the hallway you glanced at her as she walked ahead of you

Honolulu Police Department was written on the double glass doors which lead to

Steve

All the air in your lungs disappeared as you locked eyes with him. He recognized you in a heartbeat despite the new hair colour and style, you could see he was surprised but that lasted for so a split second

"Y/N"

"Steve"

Your name coldly fell off his tongue and you didn't need someone to tell you why he was reacting like this. His dead fiance is standing in the same room as him, the person he mourned for is breathing the same air as him after being apart for so long

Chin and his cousin Kono stood there frozen in their position near the desk, your chest hurt more, you could see how your 'death' had affected the ones you were close to at one point

"Duke filled me in on what happened, do you know anyone who would want you dead?" crossing his arms over his broad chest he waited for a response and your lips twitched

"I could think of one person who wished I had stayed dead" his face remained hard as he stared at your frame, no time for games y/n

"No but my guess would be it's the same person your dad was trying to keep me from crossing paths with" the muscles in his jaw clenched already knowing the answer

"Why would Wo Fat want her dead, I'm not following" the shorter detective asked and you couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow

"Chin and Kono find anything recent on Wo Fat if you can, Danny, my office" with one last glance thrown your way him and Danny went to discuss something personal

Tearing your eyes away from the pair you sighed, this was never the way things were supposed to be with you and the Navy Seal but here you were

"We thought you were dead" Chin wrapped you up in a hug and you returned it, greatful to be out of the shadows

"It wasn't my idea but it was the only way John could've gotten me off the grid" pulling away he smiled down at you

"Steve would disagree" chewing on your bottom lip you shifted your weight on your feet before mustering the courage to ask

"How is he?" before he got the chance to respond Kono rejoiced at the intel she just dug up, Chin let out a puff of air and that alone let you know that it had been rough

"Hey boss, I've got something" knocking on the glass she got the men's attention and they emerged, Steve didn't bother to glance your way as he kept his distance, Danny however stood next to you

Kono started going into her findings in Wo Fat's offshore accounts and found out who he transferred a lump sum of cash who you recognized as the man that broke into your place this morning. Although it was dark when he attacked you, you would never forget the deep cut in his left eyebrow and the scars that marked his face

"That's him" swallowing the lump in your throat you continued to stare that the two men who forced you out of hiding

"Danny, you and I are going to pay this man a visit. Chin, Kono, you two can go to where she was staying last, see if he left anything behind" his blue eyes finally landed on me

"You're staying here until this case is closed" you opened your mouth to protest but clamped it shut when he shot you a death glare

They took what they needed before heading out, leaving you with the four walls

Great

To say that you were bored was an understatement, it's been hours since they left and you were about to lose whatever sanity you had left. Turning your head towards Steve's office and once again, you forgot how to breathe. On his desk was a framed photo of you and him the day he proposed on the beach behind his house

Pushing yourself off the chair you opened the door and let yourself into his space. You were immediately enveloped by his strong scent; picking up the framed photo your chest tightened.

"Gosh it's so beautiful" the sun was setting on the horizon, the sky was pink and purple making the blue water at your feet even more stunning

Steve wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, kissing your temple. His heart beating widly in his chest and he was hoping that you weren't feeling it

Turning around you ran your hands up his arms locking your fingers behind his neck, your smile dimmed a bit noticing his zoned out state

"You're awfully quiet mister, what's going on in that big brain of yours?" snapping out of whatever trance he was in he pecked your lips

"Do you know how much I love you?" the water lapped at your feet as you both adored each other

"Nope, no clue" smirking you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck

"I love you so much, in fact I love you to the point where I'm going to do this" his hold on you disappeared as he lowered himself to the ground on his knee, a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger

"Steve" your heart swelled, on the brink of tears

"I love you y/n and I want to spend the rest of our lives together so baby, would you marry me?"

"Yes"

"What are you doing in here?" startled at his voice you spun around, Steve's eyes dropped to the picture

"I'm sorry" scoffing he strided over to you, taking the photo out of your grasp, his eyes scanning it

"Twenty four months y/n" your eyes glazed over from the fresh tears that threatened to fall

"That's how long it's been since you died. That day dad called me while I was out in the field it broke me, my world came crashing down and the one person I knew that could've made things better was dead. I came home, watched that coffin get laid in the ground and then went back to where I was deployed like I didn't just lose a part of myself" placing the photo on his desk he was now towering over you, his eyes glossed over

"Now you're here, I'm scared to blink too much in case I'm imagining things and you disappear" reaching out to him you gently took his hand and vrought it up to you cheek, nuzzling into his touch

"I'm here Steve" that was all it took, Steve pulled you flush against his body, burying his face in your neck as you both clung to one another like your lives depended on it

"Leaving you was the hardest thing I had to do in my life" pulling away his eyes landed on my necklace, more specifically the sterling silver ring that hung from it

"You kept it" his fingers toyed with it a small smile etched onto his face

"You gave it to me, it was the only physical reminder I had left of you and I couldn't give it up" there was a knock on the glass drawing our attention to the doorway where Duke stood with a smile on his face

"We have your guy down in the interrogation room Commander"

"Thank you"

"Duke you could've told me Steve was working with HPD now"

"You could've told me you were alive" the older man hugged you, great full to have you around again

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay, I should leave you both to catch up" releasing you he nodded at Steve on his way out. As the door closed behind him you looked up at Steve

"Commander? Wow, I missed a lot sailor" chuckling me laced your fingers together with his, thumb gently rubbing yours

"There's a lot but right now, I just want to kiss you"

"Are you waiting for a freaking invitation McGarrett? Do it" wasting no time he crashed his lips against yours, setting you ablaze. You had forgotten the taste of his lips and now that you've gotten a taste you craved more of him

His large hands cupped your face as your lips molded together perfectly, pieces of a puzzle that fit each other. Remembering that you both need air, he broke the kiss pressing your foreheads together

"Don't leave me again"

"I won't"

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Thinking about writing more Hawaii 5-0 fics, let me know what you guys think!

@just-arather-veryconfused-being @idk-whats-happened @maximeevansblog @mac99martin

#hawaii #hawaii five 0 #hawaii 5 0 #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett imagine #mcdanno #alex o'loughlin #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x reader

[dastoons]

Via sunnynwho on tiktok

Translation:

Man on Camera: “I would love to be catching up on Avatar right now instead of fighting for my fucking existence, but here we are”

Man holding the camera: “The Poilce are the Fire Nation”

Man on Camera: “The Police Are The Fire Nation!”

Man off camera: (laughing) “the police are the fire nation”

Man on Camera: “Woah!” (In reaction to seeing another protester rolling down the hill they’re standing on)

Man off Camera: “Trump is-“ (cut off, but it can be assumed he was saying Firelord Ozai)

Man off Camera: “Only Obama, Master of all Races-“ (starts laughing)

Man on Camera: “Only Obama, Master of all Four Nations, can save us. But when we needed him most, his term went and ended.”

#atla #tiktok #protests #blm #avatar #avatar the last airbender #police are the fire nation

[clockotea]

Headcanons I use in my Outsider fics unless I say otherwise🥳

Curly and Tim are Hispanic

JohNY IS ITALIAN

Ponyboy started hanging out with the shepherd gang after Johnny and Dally died.

Tim gladly took him in. He was like a little brother to him

Ponyboy was the mastermind behind it all. He made the plans for Tim he checked shit. He was also the Negotiator. Poilce got you for something you didn't do? "Hey you know that----" he'll get you outta it.

curly and tim are very close.

they wont show it but they love eachother

Ponyboy is extremely attractive but he's Oblivious to it.

"Hey Ponyboy! whatcha doing tonight?"

"Tim and Curly arent with me. Sorry"

the girl: 😃 tf u talking about.

THE GREASERS HAD LIKE A FIGHT CLUB THEY NAMED LIKE “rED HOUEE” OR SOMETHIN WHERE THEY WOULD BEAT THEN DHIT OUTTA EACHOTHER FOR FUN AND MONEYYYYY

As Ponyboy grew older he got really athletic and was a Wide receiver for his football team

face like Sodapop body like Darrys

Tim took Ponyboy to a rumble against the curtis Gang 💀 This is when he was strong. well he beat the shit outta Steve and the Greasers didn't let steve forget it.

Twobit is the one who checks up on Ponyboy the most. "Hey, you good?" "Are you drunk Two?" "A little."

Ponyboy got a girlfriend and hid it from the Curtis gang for a soild year until Tim teased Ponyboy about it and Soda and Darry were like "😃 whatdidhesayyyy"

Two- bit: That one girl you was making out with-"

"Ponyboy: Keith i swear to god if you dont shut your mouth.

Tim: ... you have dated her for a year and ur brothers don't know. what the fook😃

Ponyboy not even getting the girls last name outta his mouth b4 Steve just-

Steve:*GASP* CHILE SHE HAD HICKEYS ALL OVER HER THE OTHER DAYYYYY. SHE WAS LIMPING TOOOO

ponyboy: sprained her ankle-

Curly: LIES!

Ponyboy: 😃 No. Deadass check her ankle. Also she don't go to the DX??

First time Sodapop meets her is when Ponyboy buys a coke and not a pepis and both Steve and him are like "What the fuck- u sure ur ponyboy??" And they turn to look outside to see the gorgeous lady that had asked for a Coke.

Steve started flirting with her and she made eye contact with Ponyboy wnd was like "What the fuck is this boy doing😃"

her: Im 16

steve: And this is where in apologize🥰 bc im jot catching a case.

her: My name is(her first name)

Soda: WAIT A SECPND-

Ponyboy almost dies of embarrassment. She backs up and grabs Ponyboys hand terrified of Soda and Steve. Steve was like "Oh. Oh. what? okay wait nvm it clicked"

Darry first meets her when he works on her roof. He walks in to check where the leak was when he sees a photo of Ponyboy wnd her on the table.

Him: Jezz. I guess you know my-

her: Oh shit yeah, Sorry. I like putting photos of me and my boyfriend into his books

Darry: your WHAT😃

very nice girl. middle class, likes poetry, books captain of the cheerleading squad HOWEVER! She likes violence and tried to let Tim and Ponyboy let her join yhe rumbles, races, rodeos, stealin. Shes sarcastic and cocky

Everyone thought Curly was gonna be Tims right hand man in the gang and as him for Opinions. as soon as Ponyboy turned 16 that all changed

"Hey Ponyboy. We were thinkin about doing this. thought i would run it past you." The entire gang but Curly and Ponyboy were like "Tim... asking if he had permission....?"

Ponyboy got a job tutoring Soc girls that were trying to flirt. he'd flirt back and he makes good money, that he needs for cigs.

ponyboy looking at colleges at 17 because his school thought about talking a nearby college in to doing classes with him.

Ponyboy pretty much living at Tims house bc he can't handle Darry and his gf.

And at the point I feel like Sodapop would've taken Custody of ponyboy so Darry could get married

SO YEAHH I HOPE U ENJOYED

[violetnotez]

Big Bro Dabi- (PLATONIC) Dabi x Reader

Anonymous: I saw request were opened and i wanted to request a dabi related one. It could be HC or a short story its all up to you, but what about the reader kinda of being a little sister to dabi? (Not by blood ) like she was a villain herself in the league and dabi and her get close and form a close brother sister bond, but after a mission shes left behind and captured by the heros what happens from there is up to you! But i always wanted to see how dabi would be in the role of a big bro

Omg anon this is such a cool idea I read this and I am completely in love with a big brother Dabi!!!

I broke this up into a mini fic, HC, and then the request is at the bottom (cause I may or may not have gone a little overboard with the idea *u*)

Also- this is a completely PLATONIC bother and sister relationship between y/n and Dabi, nothing romantic at all!

(RULES  | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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How You Met:

“Don't touch me!” the girl pleaded frantically, her hands and face covered in dirt and soot, her clothes tattered.

Dani stared at her terrified face, confusion riddled in his brows.

She didn’t look scared of him, no-she was scared of herself. Her arms were riddled with cuts and bruises from her quirk-she obviously didn’t have control over it.

A memory flitted into his body, making his body cringe from pain-he remembered when he couldn’t control his quirk, the effects of that permanently set into his skin.

He looked at the girl, empathy he hadn’t felt in a very long time filling his stomach. He crouched down, holding out a scarred hand.

The girl stared at him with shocked, tear stained eyes.

“Didn’t you listen to me?!?” you yelled, panic in your voice, “I said don’t touch me-I’m dangerous!”

“What’s so bad about being dangerous?” Dabi questioned, making you go silent.

“Your quirk isn’t a bad thing,” he continued, “it’s just powerful.”

He gave himself a small minute to think-if you could join the League and control that quirk of yours, you could be a good asset to the team. It was powerful, and even though you didnt have a handle on it right now, didnt mean you couldnt learn how to.

“Come with me,” he commanded gently, “I can help you-you won’t hurt yourself anymore.”

You kept staring at his hand, the purple skin becoming a blur in your tears.

“But I’ll hurt you.”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. 

“You won’t-you see how scarred my skin is? That’s because I couldn’t control my quirk either-the scarred skin doesn’t feel sensations all too well. But I learned though, and I'm fine.  And you will too-just take my hand. I promise you’ll be okay.”

You stared at his face, your chest heavily slightly with the comforting thought of being with someone who finally wanted to help you, and who understood what you were going through.

You slowly took his hand, allowing him to help you from the ground.

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Big Brother Dabi HC

Nobody knew how overprotective Dabi would be

He’s very good at giving you space, but if he sees any man so much as glance at you

He is going to give them a glare that could kill

It probably can

Pray for the boys that try to flirt or ask you out

You will have to literally restrain Dabi because he will want to char them to a crisp

Is a total dick all the time

Like he will randomly snatch up your phone and hold it up because he is a GIANT and smirk at you as you try and get it back

Will scold you for using cuss words but will use them himself

Hates seeing you cry- he will let you cry in peace first and then come after with your fav food and will listen to what’s wrong

If somebody actually made you cry- Jesus Christ he will find them and hurt them so bad they will have to go to the ER

This man dont play around

You and Toga will most likely be super close like sisters and all three of you will be wrecking havoc

You and Toga have begged Dabi to let you two do his makeup 

Always tells you straight up “Hell no”

Doesn’t mean you won’t put it on his face when he sleeps right?

Almost burnt your face off when he woke up and found himself gliterry eyeliner and lipstick

Asks you for help when he dyes his hair and you have to get a step stool to reach his head

He is so TALLLLL

Is constantly forcing you to train 

He knows you hate it and he isn’t very fond of it either but it’s good bonding time

But he’s just terrified he’ll lose you in battle one day and he can’t even stand the idea of it

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FIC: Getting Taken Hostage By the Heroes

“Holy shit-Dabi!” you gasped, pointing at the bodies coming towards you ,the sound of poilce sirens filling the air.

Dabi followed your outstretched finger, seeing why you were so worried- you two had been cornered in a matter of seconds.

“How the hell did they figure out our plan?” Dabi asked as you both broke out in a run, trying to get hidden in the trees of the forest you were currently in.

Shigaraki had split up the League earlier in order to get a better success of the mission- Him and Black Mist would be giving commands, while Toga and Twice actually went in to do the dirty work of the mission. All you and Dabi had to do was keep watch outside, something you both found insignificant and boring. But you didn't expect the police to show up, let alone the Heroes.

“How the hell- am I supposed to know?!” you panted, trying to keep up with Dabi’s pace. “We just need to get out-”

Footsteps were getting louder behind you, shouts of the Heroes trying to follow your path making your heart beat reverently against your rib cage. You didn't want to think about getting caught by the heroes- you knew they couldn't do anything to harm you, it was against their whole moral basis for their profession, but the thought of going on trial and dealing with not being free to do what you wanted made your spine shiver. You would never let somebody control your life- you’d rather die than do that.

Dabi kept on running, the night making it hard to see in front of him. He secretly felt grateful for having such a tall stature, because he was able to run quickly and get some distance with the heroes. You, though, weren't so lucky- he was hoping that you were holding up and able to follow him, even if you had a hard time keeping up. The heroes sounded to be getting closer, and he couldn't help but feel a small jolt of fear: if they caught him or you, you both would be done for, and he couldn't stand the idea of you getting caught-

A scream filled the night air, making his blood run cold.

“DABI!” you shrieked, feeling a rough hand wrap around your arm. One of the heroes had finally caught up to you, using his powerful strength to pull you from running back to Dabi. 

Dabi swiveled around, unable to find you. God damn it- he should have checked to make sure you were right behind him. What the hell was he thinking? Dabi cursed at himself, panic and fury filling in his stomach as he heard his name being screamed again.

He looked at the trees, trying to figure out which opening would lead to you. Why the hell did you have to get caught?

He quickly decided on a direction, going into a sprint as anger began to rise in his stomach. Whoever caught you and was making you that scared was going to fucking pay- nobody hurt the people he loved.

Dabi had begun to regard you like a sister, seeing alot of himself in you: you at first had trouble controlling your quirk, making you feel terrified of yourself and weak. But as he began to train you, he realized he found himself growing to like you: you were snarky, sarcastic as hell, and silly enough to even make him chuckle a little. You were beginning to be something of a little sister to him, and he was willing to do anything to protect you.

“Stop squirming!” the hero commanded, his strength making your arm begin to tingle with pain.

“Go to hell!” you spat back, not caring you were being disrespectful. 

“DABI!” you screamed again, continuing to fight against the hero. You felt trapped, like a prey getting caught by a predator.

You heard another pair of feet run behind you, your heart sinking seeing that they were not Dabi’s but yet another Hero.

“You caught one of them?” the new comer asked, making you shoot daggers into their eyes.

“Yes, but she’s not cooperating,” the other struggled to say as you fought against their grip.

The new Hero looked at your with scorn, your desperate attempts to flee making him frown.

“Maybe some time at the station will make them calm down,” they commented, the other nodding in agreement.

You eyes became wide with fear, your stomach feeling heavy. 

“Your both fucking hilarious, thinking I’m going to go there! Your asses are going to be dead!” you retorted, making them both a little shocked you would so outright cuss them out. 

“I’d watch your mouth-”

“Lets just take her!” the other interrupted his comrade, the latter grunting in distatse as they began to drag you away.

Fear erupted in your stomach as you were unable to get yourself away from the Heroes. You refused to get taken by them- you weren't going without a fight. You began clawing and kicking like an animal, not caring you were most likely hurting the Hero.

“Dabi! DABI!” you screamed out again- he wasnt that far away when you had gotten caught- he was okay right?- he heard you, didnt he?- he couldnt have gotten caught-

The new comer looked back, throwing a confused dirty look at your struggling form. “Who is she even calling to?”

The hero holding onto you stopped abruptly, looking at a figure in front of him.

The other noticed his sudden change, looking over his shoulder to find himself face to face with Dabi, his lazy smirk sending a wave of comfort to envelope your body.

“She’s calling for me,” he answered, his voice steady and strong. “Now, if you let her ago, you two wont get hurt- that bad.”

“You really think we’d give up that easy?! You’re crazy,” the newcomer retorted, taking on a battle stance.

You stared at Dabi, the pain in your arm pulsing as you watched his expression. Fear began to ripple inside you- to anyone who saw Dabi, he looked calm and collected- bored even. But you knew him too well- the clench in his jaw and the fire in his eyes told you he was furious, and when he was furious, he wasnt afraid to kill.

“Alright,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes, “suit yourself.”

Just then, you felt the intense grip on your arm release, the hero cryng out in pain as his arm became painted with his own blood. You looked to your side, hearing the manic giggles of Toga as she hide in the trees, her knives glinting in the moonlight. Twice then tackled the latter Hero, making them curse as they fought with the multitude of clones he created.

A smile enveloped on your face- you were safe. Your friends had your back.

Your vision became to froth with purple and black mist, knowing full well that Kurogiri was close by as your body began to sink into his portal-like quirk. You noticed the others began to do the same, Toga slinking in to her own with a love sink grin with Twice following behind.

Only Dabi didnt step into his own.

 Just before you fully submerged,  you watched Dabi look at the battered heroes with hatred. He raised his scarred hand, your vision turning a dangerous color of fiery blue as he activated his quirk, painting the night icy white.

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[duelistkingdom]

Yami Bakura leads the police on a chase, while he is on a bike. Pedaling like a madman

yami bakura knows fuck the poilce is the motto.

#Anonymous

[delta-magnetic]

3, 23, and 30!!

; O; !!!!! again srry for taking so long to answer this njbsf (only this time it was all bc i was thinking real hard lol)

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

ik this was in the last one but i shall think of three more bc yes

Holding Poison - Foo Fighters

Too Much Information - The Poilce

Devil’s Dance - Metallica

23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up

i’m typically just, sitting at my computer doing nothing but like, if i’m doing chores or if these come on while i’m just sitting here i will absolutely feel more hype

Strangelove - Depeche Mode

The Pretender - Foo Fighters

Of Wolf and Man - Metallica

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

[rubs my gay little hands together] :3 

Sunday Rain - Foo Fighters. i know i’ve gushed about this song is nearly every single song ask like this but seriously aaaaaaaA it’s so good. it’s so vibes. it’s one of TWO foo fighters songs that Taylor sings on. Paul McCartney plays drums on it. i fucking love this song

Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode. this is THE song that started it with me for depeche mode and still remains my favorite song, ever. the instrumentals are amazing, Dave’s voice is so fucking captivating, the harmonies, him and Mart singing back and forth in the end. this song for real changed me and i adore it

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica. so i’m sure any of my metallica followers are like “jfc seriously this is such an overrated song” but no shut up LISTEN. this is the most power ballad to ever power ballad. if you do not like metallica or think “oh they’re just loud” PLEASE listen to this song. it is simple but beautiful af

“the three songs” ask set

#wpbosting #aaaaA thank again for the ask! #sorry this answer didnt a ton of depeche in it djkfbs #fluffonthefloor

[enchantedanny]

concept: don't shame people or writing RPF, because your ass sure ass hell ain’t the final fucking authority, and quiet frankly nobody cared what you had to say anwyays.

#i'm am so sick and fucking tried #of people on the shit hole of website #telling people what they can and cannot do #AS LONG AS YOU AREN'T MURDERING ANYONE #or r*ping anyone #or stealing #or selling drugs to kids #committing vehicular homicide #or any other crime that ACTIVELY HURTS PEOPLE #or like a racist prick #or like a xenophobic #prick #or a homophonic prick #or sexist douche bag #i'm good to go #live your fucking life #AND YOU KNOW WHAT IF EVERYONE WHO JUST FUCKING EMBRACE THAT WE'D ALL BE HAPPIER FUCKING PEOPLE #BUT NO #YOU FUCKTARDS #HAVE TO POILCE THIS SHIT SITE BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT IT'S YOUR RIGHT TO GO AROUND #AND TELL EVERYONE AND THERE MOTHER WHAT YOU THINK IS PROBLOMATIC #NEWSFLASH ASSHOLES THERE ARE 7 BILLION PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET #AND YOU'RE OPINION IS WAY FUCKING LESS THE RELEVENT #samantha uses words #textpost

[manhattanprincesmythe]

Refuge || ST. SMYTHE

Jesse walked into the club early, glancing around to see if there was anybody already here. He was often the first one here, or the only one practicing his show. There were a lot of dancers that had come and gone already, even in his few months here. It was a good job, but most of them had bigger aspirations. He did too, he supposed, but he'd really lost track of them over time. Still, he saw nobody here and wasn't surprised. He glanced at the staircase where he knew Sebastian's office was waiting at the top. He'd barely spoken to his boss in months, with the exception of work talk or polite greetings and he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt. "Idiot," he muttered to himself. He'd been nothing but a warm mouth for Sebastian and he'd known that going in. Hell, it was all Jesse had wanting going into it as well. So he shouldn't be surprised or disappointed. Still, it had been nice to have somebody to blow some steam off with for a time. He sighed, and walked towards the stairs, knowing he had to ask Sebastian to approve a new routine, the one he'd been working on, anyway.

Walking into his office, Sebastian had left the door open, which wasn't really a thing that he did. He guarded the privacy of his office, wanting to keep the way business were handle apart from the employees; they didn't need to know all the pesky, sometimes dark details of how business was taken care of most times, which was why Sebastian walked in with a troubled mind, not minding he had left the door open. He poured himself a drink and sighed as he sat down on his chair, his eyes looking at the ceiling for a long while, not even  drinking yet, and also not even noticing someone was walking in.

@notyourbroadwaybabe

When Jesse reached the top of the stairs, he stared at the door in front of him for the longest time. He debated just turning around and walking away again, abandoning the new routine. But he'd been working on it for some time and he knew the crowd would like it and, truthfully, he needed the extra tips. People paid when they saw something new, it was basic performing. He knocked lightly and then pushed the door open out of habit, "boss? I have something I need to run by you."

Sebastian had his head between his hands, his elbows resting on the desk while he sat on the chair, his brain working a thousand miles an hour with thoughts; when he heard Jesse's voice he looked up and leaned back on his chair, sighing. "Yeah, what is it?"

Jesse felt bad for disturbing Sebastian for a moment, because it was clear he'd been probably using the few seconds of private time he had to compose his thoughts. "I finally got that move I've been working on for months so I changed up my routine and I know I have to run it by you." His eyes wandered to the desk for a second, and he couldn't help but thinking of Sebastian bending him over it. Not that they'd ever done that here, only the one time in Sebastian's apartment, but sometimes he still found his mind wandering. He blinked, shaking his head and then looked back up to Sebastian, I can come back, if you're busy."

Sebastian didn't really pay attention to anything Jesse said, except the part when he said he was leaving. "No, in fact... Close the door and sit down. We have- I have something to tell you, Jesse."

Jesse's brow creased in confusion and then he nodded, stepping inside of the office. He was suddenly glad he'd been practicing in a shirt, because although being shirtless around Sebastian was nothing he wasn't used to given his job. But he was sure that nowadays, wearing merely the short, tight shorts he wore to work in the office alone with Sebastian would make him feel uncomfortable, at least mildly. "We?" He asked, looking around.

Sebastian waited until Jesse closed the door and was sitting down, then put his glass down before he leaned forward on his chair. "The guy that jumped you... His body- They found him. The Morettis found him."

Jesse felt like the floor had given away beneath him, and he just stared at Sebastian, the words ringing in his ears. It was like he couldn't quite comprehend them, but also had all the consequences already swirling through my brain. "Oh my god..." He leaned back against the wall, "I think I'm going to be sick... fuck, I knew I should have called the cops... risked the self defence charge. But then, no, the Morettis would have killed me for killing one of theirs. They wanted me dead anyway. But you... great. I'm going to prison. I'm not even one of your foot soldiers, you'll throw me under the bus because the cops will assume you did it. Fuck, when they find out I'm gay in prison, I'm fucking screwed. I can pass as straight right? Totally. Fuck," he said again, his back sliding down until he was sitting on the ground in Sebastian's office, "wait." A thought struck him and he looked up at Sebastian, the mild panic from earlier only growing and he was sure Sebastian was going to kick him out for being a nuisance, "you said the Morettis found him. Not the cops. How did they even know where to look?"

Sebastian raised his brow so high, it almost touched his hairline, then as he watched Jesse slipping down to the floor, he stood up and poured some bourbon in a second glass and walked back to where Jesse was, then gave it to him. "Shut the fuck and drink this, St. James. Jesus..." He shook his head and leaned against his desk as he took a sip of his own drink. "Because that's where our families usually dump the trash" he said matter of factly.

Jesse looked up from where his head was resting in his hands and saw the small glass with the amber liquid being held in front of him. He narrowed his eyes but took it from Sebastian, giving it a small sniff. "It isn't poison, is it?" At Sebastian's look - and oh boy, if looks could kill - he shrunk back in himself and took a drink. He supposed Sebastian would have no need to kill him, he probably needed him to throw him under the bus. With that thought in mind, he took a much larger mouthful of the drink, always so jealous as to how smoothly Sebastian's expensive bourbon went down. "Right," he muttered to himself, "of course. What does that... what does that mean though? Do they want blood? Or are the cops investigating? I don't know what's worse, oh my god," he thudded his head against the wall behind him and groaned.

Sebastian frowned when Jesse  said that, then rolled his eyes as he walked back to the edge of his desk and drank some more, his hand holding onto the counter so tight, his knuckles turned white, that's how on the edge he was, even if he didn't show it. Things were much more simpler just a while ago, when he held Jesse down onto that same desk and fucked the lights out of him; but things had changed, and in what way. "They usually don't want the poilce involved in things like these, and the police don't care about our families feud either, so... If I remember correctly from my childhood, there should be some sort of meeting soon."

Jesse stared at Sebastian, hand gripping onto the glass as he down the rest of the drink in one go. His legs felt too unsteady to stand up so he didn't he bothered trying, instead he just set the glass aside him on the ground, and ran a hand through his hair before he realised. An ex girlfriend had told him once that when he got nervous, he used to run his hand through his hair like ... what was the example she used? Right, Danny Zuko. He supposed he still did it sometimes. "A meeting? What between the two families? That sounds more like a bloodbath." He paused and then added after taking a breath steady himself. Maybe the past couple of years had taken him down a notch, with everything that happened at Dante's, and everything with Sebastian here... but he was still Jesse St James and he needed to stop acting like some kind of coward. "I don't feel bad. About killing him. It was actually mildly satisfying. So I don't care what you tell them."

Sebastian chuckled and downed the rest of his scotch, already on his way to get another one. Once he had joked with a cousin of his that it would be cool if their families would be anything like they were in The Godfather movies; turns out, it was a lot like that, even to his own liking. "It's not. Not at first, at least. We need to sit down and talk about what happened, what can it be done, if there can any leverage from both sides, things like that. If no arragement is made then-" He shrugged, figuring that Jesse could imagine the rest. "Things had been rather calmd for years, but both families now have different people at front, i mean different people from our parents, so I guess it's as good a time as any to lay down some new rules. Plus, the attack on you was deliberate. It was meant to stir things up, and it did, so now we have to deal with it. What you did was self deffense, nothing more or less, and that's story you're sticking to, understood?" He was about to pour himself more scotch, then he turned around to look at him with a frown in his face. "Wait... What's that suppose to mean? 'I don't care what  you tell them.' What do you think I was going to tell them anyway?"

Jesse listened to Sebastian's words, but didn't reply. If someone had told him a year ago he'd been entangled in a fight between two of New York's most prolific mob families, he would have laughed at them. And yet, here he was, sitting on the floor of Sebastian's office. It was almost surreal, imagining the two of them sitting down. Comical even. He knew it wouldn't be like that, but he couldn't help but picture Sebastian sitting on a large spinning chair at the end of a table, cat in hand as dramatic music played. "I... I don't know," he shrugged, "I guess that I killed one of their guys. I know it was a deliberate hit on me but they'll want blood, right? Blood for blood? Telling them it's me gets them off your case. I'm not part of your family, I'm just some nobody that dances at your club."

Sebastian walked back to where he had been standing on his desk and leaned back, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. "What are you saying, that you're willing to be the poetic martyr in this whole story? Is that it, St. James?"

Jesse made a face, giving Sebastian a look, "nobody wants to be a martyr. Anybody who says they want that is ridiculous. But if you're going to tell them what happened and what I did to save your family's skins, then I may as well not be some coward about this. Even though I'm sure you think I am."

Sebastian shrugged. "I don't think you're a coward. You killed that man to protect yourself. I haven't done in all of my life yet, nor I think I'd be able to. As for telling them, they already know what happened. All that's left is decide what to do next. Until that's done, you'll be under total survelliance with one of our security teams, understood?"

Jesse stared at Sebastian, not blinking, for a few moments as an uncomfortable silence filled the room. "You-" he said, breaking it, "- you've never killed someone? I ... I always figured you had. I know you guys never get your hands dirty and all that, but I figured as some test you would have had to at some point." He laughed, though it was sad and unamused and shook his head, thudding it back against the wall, "why are you helping me? I would have thought with everything that happened, you wouldn't have really cared anymore."

Sebastian chuckled, then turned around to go back to his chair. "Yeah, it's always easier to think like that." He put the glass aside and looked at him with a frown on his face. "What'd you mean why? I- well, I don't know- Maybe I just don't want anything else bad happen to you. PLus, it's all connected to you, so you deserved to know what's going on."

Jesse looked at Sebastian, almost like he was studying him, "I don't know. You and I have barely spoken since you kicked me out of your office, so I guess I just figured we had sex, you were done with me and that was that. So I wondered why. I just assumed you wouldn't really care anymore." He finally pushed himself off the ground, though he still leaned back against the wall, "I'm not trying to say I don't appreciate it, because I do. I don't want to die and be dumped in a river. I guess I just figured if it ever came to that, me being gone wouldn't exactly make a difference to anybody."

Sebastian crossed his arms as he watched Jesse stood up from the floor. "Like I once already said, I care about you, and all my employees for that matter, because you all work for me. It's my responsability to keep  a safe work environment, and if something happens that is work related, like this case in  point, it's my duty to see it through. So yeah. I care." He sat down and gave him a curious, almost fond look. "Come on... I wouldn't let that happen to you, St. James. You think I'd willingly let go, in any way, of the best piece of ass I've had in years?"

Jesse couldn't help but let out a genuine laughter at that, though there was something uneasy in his stomach. He knew - or hoped - Sebastian didn't mean it like that, but it just reminded him of Dante's, or just things in the past in general. Being treated as nothing more than a - in Sebastian's words - piece of ass, wasn't exactly an experience he wanted to go through again. He nodded. "I am a very nice piece of ass, I'll give you that. Always more where that came from," he winked, because he couldn't help himself and then pushed off the wall. He sat in the chair opposite Sebastian, on the other side of his desk. "You always say that though. About it being your responsibility to keep a safe work environment and all that. I don't think you get how unusual that is, for this line of work. You talk like it's the norm. It's not. May I?" He asked, reached out for the bottle of whisky sitting on the desk.

Sebastian pushed tthe bottle towards Jesse so he could pour some more scotch himself, glad that the other man seemed a lot more calm than a while ago. "I suppose it could be weird, but you guys are the reason why this place has the thrive it's gotten lately. I just... run things, and if something bad happens, whose responsabilty is to make it right but mine? As for you, well... let's just say your well being concerns me more than others."

Jesse accepted the bottle, pouring a little more into his glass. And who could blame him, he was used to cheap, awful wine when he wanted a drink and Sebastian knew his scotch. When his boss finished speaking he smirked, leaning forward just a little, "see! I knew I was your favourite. And not that you really have much competition from sleazebag one and sleazebag two, but you're my favourite boss too."

Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk over the rim of his glass, then he shook his head and chuckled. "Shut up" he said at first, then looked at him with a grin on his face. "Of course I am. I'm way better than those two, and I outrank them too, you know?" He winked at him, then put the glass down and stood up, walking back to where Jesse was again, and he held his chin with his fingertips to make him look up. "Did you really believe I'd let any harm come to you, St. James? I thought you'd know me better than that."

Jesse rolled his eyes and muttered, as Sebastian stood up, "I'm not sure the rank of prince counts when it's a mob prince." He swallowed when Sebastian tilted his chin up and made him up look from where he was sitting in the chair. Sebastian was barely two inches taller than when they were standing but right now, with Jesse sitting down in the chair, his boss was practically looming over the top of him. "Well... if they've found his body and they know I did it, I don't know if I feel safe going back to my apartment alone, boss." He looked up at him, his gaze challenging.

Sebastian licked his lips slightly. "I'm sure my father has dealt with similar cases in the past, and they all have worked out so far." A small smirk appeared on his face. "Hmm, you're right about that. You shouldn't be alone, at least not until the meeting happens and everything settles down. The room you slept in the other night is still available, if you're interested, unless you want one of my bodyguards to room with you." His gaze was equally challenging.

Jesse tilted his head, and then shook it slightly with a smirk on his face, "no, that's not necessary. I think I'd rather take the room." He paused, then then his smile faltered, remembering. "But, I've been here since this morning. I... I should probably check on Matilda. My cat," he added, in case Sebastian had forgotten. He knew the other man probably thought the amount he did actually care for his cat was ridiculous, but he didn't care. She depended on him, and that was his job as her owner. And he doubted one of Sebastian's guys would check on her for him, or that Sebastian would allow him to bring her to his fancy apartment. "So I guess I should go home. She's probably hungry. Unless you'd be willing to wait. I'd feel so much safer at yours tonight, boss." He winked at him.

Sebastian chuckled. "I know who Matilda is, Jesse. And you're right. She needs some food and water, probably some milk even. But I have a better idea, so that you wouldn't have to worry about that for a while... We go together to your place, you gathered some of your things, and also Matilda, and we all go to my place? I'm sure you would feel a lot better having her around. Plus, a cat is not of such maintanence like a dog is, so it should be fine. So? What'd you think?"

Jesse's face lit up - probably an embarrassing amount if he was being honest - at Sebastian's words. He wasn't even expecting his boss to remember who Matilda was since last time he'd mentioned her the other didn't seem to really care. Or acted like he didn't even understand why Jesse would want a cat. Clearly his throat, he composed himself, "that ... actually, that sounds perfect. And you're right, she won't be any trouble. Cats just ignore you most of the time."

Sebastian chuckled. "Which makes them the perfect kind of pets, am I right? So, how about we just go then? The quicker the better. You'll be much safer at my place, believe me." He stood up and grabbed his jacket, along with his phone and car  keys. "So? Shall we?" he asked as he held the door open.

Jesse nodded, but didn't feel the need to voice his agreement. The truth was, he'd feel safer anywhere Sebastian was, for a multitude of reasons. He had to remind himself that Sebastian was still his boss. As much as he talked the talk, ultimately he cared about the profit of his business. And Jesse made him profit, so of course he'd be concerned about him to an extent. But Sebastian had been quick to remind him last time, that was all it was. And he wasn't going to make that mistake again... as much as he wanted to. God, he wanted to. "Thanks, yeah. Let's." He followed Sebastian out of the office, and down the stairs towards where the car he recognised as Sebastian's.

They made it quick into the car that was waiting outside, which had been guarded by two men all the time he was inside, then after Jesse also climbed inside they made it all the way to where Jesse lived, but instead of parking at the door, Sebastian pulled over half a block before. "I'm coming with you" he said, not leaving room for any protest on the subject, then he got out of the car and waited for Jesse to join him to walk to the entrance of the building.

Jesse looked up at his building and when Sebastian said he was coming with him, he wanted to argue. He didn't really want Sebastian to see anymore of the building than he had to, but the other man was already out of the car and waiting so he didn't have much of a choice. He sighed, and got out of the car slowly, walking over to Sebastian, "just... please don't say anything, okay? It's not exactly my first choice of apartment either." The area was definitely one of the lower socio-economic areas of New York City, and the building probably wasn't even up to code. It was in pretty bad condition, and the front door to the apartment building didn't even shut properly. "Uhh, the elevator's never worked, sorry. I'm only on the second floor though." When they reached his apartment, he shifted the key to the exact angle and pushed on the door to get it to open, revealing the shoebox of an apartment he called home. It wasn't anything special, it was almost too dark and just old, but not in the charming way. But he did his best. He had additional lighting, he didn't let the type of apartment stop him from keeping it neat and tidy so it wasn't messy or cluttered. And most days he felt like he spent more time at the club than here so it hardly mattered. "Let me just find Matilda, and then I'll grab some of her food and maybe her bed too, if that's okay?"

"Just shut up and get up there, St. James" he said as he followed Jesse up the stairs, then stood behind him as he opened the door. He looked over his shoulder to see the small but well put together apartment, and nodded when he told him he would get his things, and his cat. "I'll wait  for you here" he said and turned back to the door, where he stayed in guard while Jesse got everything he migtht needed.

"Thanks," Jesse muttered in reply. He was sure being regulated to the guarding duties was not generally what Sebastian had to do. Jesse had seen him with his own entourage of body guards and lookouts on more than one occasion, so if the situation had been different, it may have been amusing to see Sebastian standing guard at the door to his apartment."Won't be long." He ignored the fact Sebastian was there, and made kissing sounds, calling out for Matilda. "I bet you're hiding in the cupboard again, aren't you? Cheeky," he stepped into his bedroom, leaving the door open behind him and peeked into the cupboard to find her curled up, sound asleep. "Gee, hello to you too," he rolled his eyes, grabbing her carrier from where it sat on his second bedside table. He felt a little bad for waking her up, and her angry meow she let out certainly didn't help. "Sorry beautiful, but I'll let you out as soon as I can, okay?" As in response, she turned around in the carrier, swishing her tail in his direction, and laid down with her head to the back of the crate. He shook his head to himself but smiled, standing up, carefully holding the carrier in one hand. He set it aside on the bench, and threw a some of her food and her bowls (after emptying them) in a bag, as well as two toys, and hooked it on his arm. Then he picked up the carrier with one hand and her bed with the other. "Okay. We're ready, aren't we Matilda?" She gave a soft, still annoyed sounding meow and Jesse shrugged, "she hates the carrier, sorry. It generally means the vet."

Sebastian had to bite back a chuckle when he heard Jesse making kissing noises to call the cat out, and only when he heard his voice saying he was ready, and after checking the hallway was clear, he turned around and raised a brow when he saw what he was carrying in his hand. "Nice. Did you by any chance actually grab some of your own things. you know, clothes, toothbrush and such, St. James?"

"Um," Jesse looked down at the items he had and then gave Sebastian a sheepish grin, "no? Sorry, I was so focused on Matilda. Give me a second." He bit back the urge to ask Sebastian if he really needed clothes, because he knew Sebastian was just letting him stay in the guest room. And he wouldn't be knocking on his boss' door this time. He stepped back into the bedroom and quickly threw some clothes and toiletries into a bag, before slinging it over his back, "there. Done." He'd taken less care in choosing his own things than he had Matilda's.

"Uh huh" Sebastian said with a chuckle as he watched going back into his room to get his things, then when he rejoined him at the door he nodded. "Let's go" he said then they both went down the stairs and out to the street, wher they walked back to where he had left his car. They got in quickly and he drove off, headed to his place. "Welcome, both of you" he said as they walked through the door of his apartment. "You know where the guest room is, so get comfortable, St. James." He closed the door down and went into the kitchen to get some water for both of them.

Jesse nodded, "thanks." He set down Matilda's carrier on the floor, hesitating. He wasn't sure if he should let her out or not, because this was Sebastian's apartment after all, but the other man had told him it was okay to bring her here. And what was the point of bringing her bed and some toys and bowls, if he wasn't able to let her out. Surely he would have said something earlier. So he unclipped the door of the carrier, opening it and letting her step out cautiously. "Watch her, yeah? I'm just going to put my stuff in the guest room." He hiked his bag up on shoulder and walked down the hall he knew lead to the bedrooms.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. "If she decides to jump out the window I'm not gong after her" he said at his back, but of course he was joking. The windows were already closed and he knew cats were smarter than that. He went into the kitchen and opened up the pantry. "Come here, kitty" he called out as he pulled a small can of tuna out and grabbed the opener. "You want something to eat, Matilda?" he asked with a soft voice, the opener clinking the can  gently.

Jesse heard Sebastian's words and rolled his eyes to himself. He knew Matilda wouldn't jump even if the windows were open. She'd likely just stalk around the apartment until she found somewhere she deemed up to her standards to nap in. He dumped his bag quickly, not bothering to open it just yet. When he came back he found Sebastian opening a can of tuna for Matilda and smiled to himself, "you give her human tuna and she'll never leave you alone. She loves the stuff," he said with a laugh. He only gave it to her very rarely, as a treat, because while she loved it, human grade tuna lacked nutrients cats needed if they ate it frequently.

Sebastian shrugged. "I have tuna cans to last a lifetime, so I'm not worried about that. Plus, I don't have any cat chow around, so this should do it for tonight. Did you bring her water bowl? She will be thisrty after this." He lowered the bowl where he had just emptied the tuna can onto thee floor, then threw the can away.

Jesse's eyes widened slightly, "please don't feed her a lifetime's supply of tuna. Tuna is fine for them in small amounts, but she'd get really sick if she ate it a lot and... well, honestly, she's all I have." He said, bluntly. He rarely spoke to his family and while he got along with people from work, they generally made an effort to keep their personal lives separate. "I did bring her water bowl. And her food bowl, but she's probably enjoying the fine china." He chuckled, taking out her water bowl and filling it, setting it carefully down on the floor so she'd have access to it. "Thank you for letting us stay here, Sebastian." He was looking at Matilda eating as he spoke, his voice serious now, all hints of the previous joke gone, "I don't... I can't really do anything but say thank you. So thank you."

Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. "It was a figuretively speech, St. James. Jesus... I don't plan to stuff her up with tuna." He threw the empty can inside the pan, then headed to where the fridge. "Don't need to thank me. You should be safe here, at least until all of this is settled. You want something to eat? I have some... roasted chicken here that I can heat up, or we could order some takeout."

Jesse sighed, and crossed his arms with a shrug, "except that I do need to thank you. Even if I don't really talk to my family, my parents still raised me to be a mildly decent - if slightly egotistical and incapable of accepting failure - human being. And you're doing a good thing. You don't have to let me stay here, and you certainly didn't have to let me bring Matilda. So thank you." When Sebastian mentioned food, his stomach gave a large growl as if on cue and he laughed, "leftover chicken is fine. Waste not, want not right?"

Sebastian smiled softly and shrugged. "Got to know I can still surprise you." He chuckled when he heard the man's stomach growling and nodded. "Certainly. Maybe a nice couple of sandwiches with it even? I can slice some tomatoes up and get them in there too." As he spoke, he grabbed the bowl with the chicken in and put it inside the oven to re-heat.

"Mmm," Jesse nodded, "sounds great to me. Do you need help with anything? Hang on. Shit." He'd realised - with everything Sebastian had told him - he'd got distracted with the fact he'd gone into Sebastian's office before his shift. He wondered if Sebastian had told somebody Jesse wouldn't be there. "I was supposed to be dancing tonight. I got there early because I wanted to run a new routine by you. Did you tell them I wasn't going to be there? I," he glanced at his watch, "I can probably make it back on time."

Sebastian raised his hand. "Lower the panic attack, St. James. Hang on." He grabbed his phone and typed a somewhat lengthy text, then pressed Send. "Done. See? No need to worry when you hang out with the boss." He winked at him, then the bell from the oven rang and he put the mittens on to get the tray out, so he could make the sandwiches. "A new routine, huh? Well, as long as we're here you can still show me, right?"

Jesse relaxed a little nodded, "okay, okay. Fine. Sorry, I know you're the boss and all but I just can't do anything that'll risk me losing this job." He leaned against the counter and watched as Sebastian busied himself with the chicken, "not really ... unless you have a pole hiding here somewhere, I can't exactly show you much of the routine. But if that was your way of asking for a lap dance, you just need to say the word," he winked at him, chuckling.

Sebastian was checking the time on the oven to make sure the leftover chicken wouldn't heat too much, then he  turned to look at him with a shocked face, that soon turned into a smirk. "Well of course I do. I have one in my own BSDM red room, down the hall." He chuckled . "are you saying that you will give me one if I ask? Hmm... Maybe I'd need to make sure that the customers will be happy, you know?"

Jesse rolled his eyes, since he was about 95% certain Sebastian was kidding. And the 5% that doubted he was, he ignored. "Uhuh, sure," he replied with a laugh, and then leaned forward on the counter with a smirk, "maybe you'll have to ask one day and find out."

Sebastian looked up from the tray where he was slicing the veggies for their sandwiches, then put the knife down and also leaned over the counter, his face almost within reach of the other male's. "Maybe. But not tonight. Tonight we wat and go to bed. It's been a long day." He chuckled and pulled back up, then got the chicken from th eoven and worked on getting the sandwiches ready.

"Pity," Jesse replied with a wink, though he knew Sebastian was right. Somehow being with Sebastian always made him forget about everything else that had happened. He'd almost forgot - in the moment - that a body had been found. Or, more specifically, the body of the man he'd shot. He'd killed a man. Sometimes he forgot that too. "You need me to do anything?" He asked, though he knew Sebastian was practically finishing up.

Sebastian thought about that for a second, then nodded. "You can grab a couple of plates and napkins. Make the counter look pretty for us to eat on it?" He chuckled.

"I'm pretty enough for that, don't worry," Jesse laughed, but complied with Sebastian's instructions, setting up the plates and getting the napkins out as well. "If you want me to make it any prettier, you're going to have to have flowers around here."

Sebastian skillfully chopped everything needed and stuffed the fresh baked bread with the chicken and the veggies, then put them both on the grill and pressed it down so they would grilled up a bit. "Well, then you know what your first stop is going to be tomorrow. The flower shop." He got the sandwiches out, then put them on a larger plate and placed it on the counter. "There you go. Careful, it's hot."

"Mmm," Jesse said, taking one from the plate from where Sebastian put it on the counter, whistling softly because it was hot like Sebastian said - and placed it on the plate in front of him. "Thank you. This smells great. Beats the ramen noodles I was probably going to have tonight."

Sebastian shrugged, though he smiled just a little. "Damn right it does. It's leftover nonetheless, but that won't make it any less good." He blew a puff of air on his own sandwich and took a small bite at it. "Mmm... I was right" he said, then looked at him and winked, then drank a sip of wine after swallowing his bite.

Jesse laughed, "you were. But I'm pretty sure you think you're always right," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian. He blew softly on his sandwich before taking a bite, both of them continuing to eat and take sips of the wine.

Sebastian lifted his own brow in response. "I don't think it. I am" he said, then chuckled and kept on eating their sandwich, while Matilda patted around the apartment, making her way. The quiet that fell on down while they ate was a welcome change from the crazy way that night, that whole day had started. And even though the storm was far from over, it was nice to enjoy those peaceful moments. For now.

END SCENE.

#st.smythe rp #1x1 rp #para #discord

[ivebeenmade]

So a funny story/I know where I get it from...

My aunt worked as a teacher in an underprivaledged school system. Some of these kids went home without food, only eating at school lunches.

So she and other parents would collect things to send them home with.

Apparently there was a man that repeatedly broke into the school and stole a lot of things, including the foodstuffs for the kids.

My aunt asked the poilce, "when you find this man, can I just have 5 minutes alone in a room with him?"

"Umm, probably not ma'am"

Well, they finally caught him. Auntie hunted down the man in charge, same officer she'd talked to before.

"Remember what I asked before?" She just couldn't stomach that this guy had taken from those sweet babies. His response?

"No ma'am, you still may not have 5 minutes alone in a room with him and in fact, there's a picture and information about you down at the station that'll be there while he's being processed. DO NOT come to the station.

FUCKING LOL. This sweet lil woman, I had no idea....

A little while later, the officers came together and replaced all the things, including the small collection of Lemon Water that she kept in her room to sip on every day.

#family #personal #true story #i want to be her when i grow up

[tragicstark]

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Jasmine 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 i actually adore you!!!! You love Tony and therefore I was like this is the side of the fandom I side with!!! And then we started talking and you were literally the sweetest kindest person in the world and I was like holy shit??? And you where like oh I'm an anti but we cool and I was like fuck yes I'm in all parts of the emmerdale fandom and we became bff's because who needs real friends right???? And then you reblogged this curly beauty one time and I was like who are you?? And I fell in love with lofty and our only argument was the beard which you are still wrong about btw but I'd die for you and murder anyone you needed murdering just don't tell poilce okay xxxx

[calling-all-girls]

Hey I fuckin love your pfp

hey fuckin thank you my dear, i fucking love poilce fred

#if u want the full pic just feel free 2 ask me for it! #pol mumbles #420boxes