#how many people are gonna reblog this Just for ryan? lol

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#achievement hunter #fake ah crew #fahc alfredo #fahc michael #fahc jeremy #fahc ryan #team crazy mad #myan #lester crest #diamond casino heist #let's play gta v #timestamps in the captions~ #here come the 30 fps again babey! #e's gifs #queue #i wonder. #how many people are gonna reblog this Just for ryan? lol

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QOTS 4x13 Reaction Post

It’s the finale AKA  my very own reenactment of that taste-testing kombucha reaction meme!  

Yup, that’s the one lol. 

I feel like this ep will require a few rewatches to process BUT the good news is: Marcel lives! Oksana lives!  King George lives! Chicho lives!  (er...the Judge lives?) and the unexpected guest we’ve all been waiting for...LIVES.  James ends the season alive and in Teresa’s company and fully available for S5.  It’s a miracle.

About that--well damn guess we know now why the crew was piiiiiissed the network released those promo pics.  They kept James out of the previouslies and Peter out of the opening credits because he was supposed to be a literal last second surprise.  They even shoved an Eddie red herring in there last minute to throw us off (bless Bailey b/c THAT is a thankless role omg.  I can count on one hand the number of people who needed an Eddie update and they’re all related to the actor).

But gotta love the writers knowing they finally had PG for the finale and then packing the ep with as many James parallels/references as possible.  Oh did Javier lie to protect the woman he loved? Fancy that. Interesting choice of goodbye between Javier and Pote, can’t put a finger on where we’ve heard “Take care of her”/”Always” exchange before.  And O RLY to “If you had trusted me I could have protected you” and on and on.  Who knows if the specific parallels mean anything or the writers were kids in the James-is-finally-available-to-reference-in-the-script-again candy store but I’m looking forward to finding out in S5.

What’s weird is going out of a finale we don’t really have a clear view of S5.  With the Judge surviving the season, I’d think Teresa would stick around in NOLA for unfinished business.  But with Oksana’s scaryass cousin beckoning Teresa further down the Queenpin path, NYC sounds like an option as well.  Can’t wait to see who they cast as Kostya.

And as thrilled as I am that James showed up to tell Teresa the title of the episode (very considerate of him lol), who is this “they he speaks of? It’s a cliffhanger but a wide-open one.  We have no idea really what is next.

One hopefully good omen for Season 5 is Teresa had FIVE scenes with three different women characters this episode and I hope in my heart that  those dark Bechdel Test failing times of midseason are gone forever more.

As for the rest of the episode--

Damn, I knew Javier’s death was pretty much inevitable but what a way to go. And in true Javier fashion, he managed to double down on the deception consequences til the bitter end, backing Teresa well and truly into a corner before confessing.

And wow, the confession scene was amazing for Alice and Alfonso.  I loved both of their acting choices.

Good thing James is back though because apparently he is the only person on this entire show who can successfully shoot someone?

All that Randall/Javier chase scene needed was some Benny Hill music. What in the world lol. 

Okay I might be using humor to heal the sadness of seeing Alfonso go because Javier levitating amidst the flames to take down Randall made me scream and not in the way they intended.  To be fair, I guess Javier’s athletic ability of jumping out of trunks was foreshadowed last week.

SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE, BROTHER. There has to be a take Ryan used the Desmond accent on that line, right?!  Give us the deleted scenes, QOTS! Oops he said other side. I still want deleted scenes tho.

Hellloooo S2 Queenpin outfit.  So it’s gonna be like THAT, huh.  And did anyone else think Eddie was wearing a wire at first in that scene??

But at the same time, the Queenpin transformation wasn’t as literal as I feared going into S4.  She’s still OUR Teresa too.

Curious to where her journey goes next

And curious to see how they fill in the James blanks.  What’s he been doing the last 9 months?  Is he a free man now or on the run?  And the really important questions such as: does he have like 10 extras of that exact same leather jacket stashed in safe houses across the country?

SO glad it got early renewal so we can find out.

And just like that we’re in hiatus again.  While this Season may not have been what I wanted it to be, or what I believed it could have been, at the end of it I’m still so thrilled I get to spend at least one more season with these crazy fools and you wonderful people.  THANK YOU to everyone who messaged me, commented, reblogged, tagged and to everyone who posted content--you made this season more fun than it had any right to be lol and I’m so grateful for you!  

Here’s to a fic-filled hiatus and an amazing Season 5! 

#queen of the south #qots #qots season 4 #my reaction posts #qots s4 e13 #qots spoilers

[loserholland]

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝟎𝟎𝟔 ➺ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing ➺ Thomas Shelby x Mafia!Reader Modern AU

Warning ➺ pissy brother Ryan, cute uwu stuff, foreshadowing wink wink and UwU at the end AHHH

Word Count ➺ 3,730 (I shock myself everytime)

Summary ➺ Two Mafia’s, two polar opposites, two leaders with blood on their hands.

A/N ➺ Also send me your thoughts! Feel free to reblog!  Cried while writing this lol.

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @hollandfieldblurbs, @beerbottlesandchainsaws, @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine, @spideyyypeter

☆♜ 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♜☆ ➺ @softcillian , @crazyzoey48484, @thatsamegirl, @softpetcrparker, @camilovestar, @ghosttling , @trash-can-beebo, @notanovak-iller, @chocolatekisses8, @shelbyaesthetic

☞  Masterlist  ☜

Sunday, there’s a lot to do on sunday’s. Watch football, have a bbq, go to the movies, sleep in, and some even go to church. Usually sunday’s were a family day for the (Y/L/N), they’d go to church and have a bbq at one of their houses.

(Y/N) knocked on the guest bedroom door, behind the oak doors laid a sleepy Tommy. After last nights events, weather and well staying up to look over and change anything that was in the contract (Y/N) offered for Tommy to take the guest bedroom if he wanted to.

"I think that’s about it.” (Y/N) announced signing the last page with a sigh, it was already 11 PM and she wasn’t in bed. The sound of the pouring rain echoed throughout the house, it would be hard for Tommy to get out in this weather. “You could sleep in the guest room if you’d like, it’s hard to get out during this type of weather.” Tommy smirked taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of grey smoke. 

“If you wanted me to stay, just ask love. You didn’t need to use the weather as an excuse.” (Y/N) scoffed placing his signed papers into a new folder, even after what they had talked about earlier he was still a huge flirt. “It was an offer Thomas.” he stubbed his cigarette into her glass ash tray smirking at (Y/N) leaning back into the velvet red chair “I’ll take you up on that offer.” 

Tommy groaned pulling himself out of bed, trailing over to the door to see (Y/N) was already dressed. She stood there for a second, her eyes falling to his toned body her eyes caught a tattoo that was on his left pectoral. 

“G’morning love.” (Y/N) eyes snapped back to Tommy’s face, a smirk painted his lips, she mentally face-palmed herself for being to obvious earlier.

“Morning! So um, I’m going to church with my family and was wondering if you’d like to come.. we’re also gonna have dinner well at my place tonight. This could be like a pay back for dinner and the night at the club.”

Tommy was and would never be one to go to church, the only time he stood in a church was for his wedding and even then did he have the urge to just kiss Grace call it a day and get the hell out of there. He was never one to pray and ask for forgiveness. 

“I’m not one to go to church love.” 

(Y/N) hummed rocking back and forth looking up at Tommy with doe eyes, “Hm, well I guess you’ll be on your way. If you end up changing your mind, there’s extra suits in the closet.” she turned on her heels and headed down the hall disappearing into the twin’s room.

He stood there for a second rethinking her offer. There was something about her that would have you rethinking life decisions and question if you’re doing it right or not. It’s the way she played around with her words, it was like a spell.

(Y/N) stood in the kitchen pouring some cereal and milk into two bowls for the twins ushering them to eat up as she poured herself a cup of tea. Tommy walked into the kitchen causing (Y/N) eyes to fall onto him, smirking to herself she placed her tea onto the counter top. 

“C’mon kids, eat up we have to leave in ten.”

Ryan flicked his cigarette to the ground as he stood next to Carter and his wife waiting for (Y/N) and the twins to arrive, the mass would start in ten minutes and the last thing he wanted was for his sister to be late again. He glanced to see if his sister was anywhere in sight, he turned back twice noticing a certain stranger walking along side his sister.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ryan grumbled catching Carter’s attention as his stood there in silence, (Y/N) glared at her brother’s mouthing “Behave.” knowing they’d make a big fuss out of Tommy being here. But he was her guest they shouldn’t make a huge deal out of it.

Kennedy and Kaleb ran over to their parents, Ryan kissed the crown of their heads as they mumbled “Hi uncle Ryan.” Tommy stood next to (Y/N) shoving his hands into the pocket of his dress pants. 

Tommy leaned forward his hot breath fanned over (Y/N) ear causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand, “You’re not gonna introduce me?” (Y/N) pinched at his ribs glaring up at him before averting her eyes to her family that was watching the two cautiously.

“This is Thomas Shelby, that’s my older brother Carter and his wife Audrey. And my younger brother Ryan.” Carter offered his hand for Tommy to shake, Audrey smiled warmly and said “Nice to meet you.”  Ryan firmly shook his hand narrowing his eyes at the gypsy. (Y/N) tugged at Tommy’s arm pulling him away from her brother who didn’t want to let go. 

They walked into the church, her family trailing behind them. “Your brother doesn’t seem to like me.” Tommy whispered watching (Y/N) wave at people here and there, she looked up at him and sighed “That’s just Ryan, don’t worry about it.” a light gasp met her ears turning to see Mrs.Adley, a woman they’ve known since they were little a friend of her parents. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I didn’t see you last week!” she pulled (Y/N) into a big hug swaying the two from side to side, pulling away quickly to look between her and the man that stood beside her. “Who’s your friend here? Is he your boyfriend?” a small red tint painted her cheeks, they were as rosey as a child’s cheek that were just pinched by their aunt. 

(Y/N) shook her head looking between Tommy and Mrs.Adley “Oh no he-” Tommy wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled warmly at the older lady, “Yes, I’m Thomas Shelby.” Mrs.Adley stared at the two in awe and tapped her shoulder. 

“I’m glad you found someone again (Y/N), I’ll let you two go now.” once she walked away from the two (Y/N) pinched his side glaring up the raven haired man that stood beside her.

“Great, we just lied to a sweet old lady whom I’ve known for nearly my entire life and for the cherry on top,” she leaned closer to Tommy and gritted “, we lied in front of god!” he chuckled lightly sliding into one of the rows where the rest of the (Y/L/N) sat.

“It made her happy eh? I also don’t give a shit bout lying in front of-“ before Tommy could finsih his sentence she pinched his side again bringing her index finger up to his lips to shut him up and to prevent him from continuing his sentence.

For the rest of the entire mass the two spent the time either making comments between one another and (Y/N) pinching his side every now and then. Ryan glared at his sister and the gypsy who were acting like children and forgot what they learned in kindergarten, keeping their hands to themselves.

Tommy’s left hand rested on her knee, she didn’t mind it if anything she just let it be ignoring his cold calloused hands on her soft silky skin. He slowly trailed his hand up her thigh pinching her soft skin as a small yelp slipped pass her lips. (Y/N) left hand flew over her mouth as she elbowed his side, she felt the handle off his gun immediately she turned her head to look at Tommy.

“You’re fucking armed?”

Carter threw a glare at his sister and her foul mouth and whispered “Mind your french (Y/N/N).” Tommy smirked undoing the button to his blazer and flashed his holster with his gun.

“I’m always armed doll.”

Hm, that’s new. Doll. 

“We’re in church Thomas, there’s no need to be armed!” (Y/N) gritted watching as Tommy button his blazer, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer into his side.

“Hm, you don’t know what may be around the corner doll. Now pay attention yeah? The mass is nearly done.”

Once the mass was done they gathered outside in front of Carter’s car, “So your place tonight?” (Y/N) nodded dropping her nearly finished cigarette onto the concrete ground, “My place, five o’clock don’t be late. C’mon Thomas.” before she could walk away Ryan wrapped his hand around her wrist tugging his sister back. 

“Is he gonna be there?” he whispered as (Y/N) tugged back at her wrist scoffing at her brother’s actions, she understood he was looking out for her but Tommy was her guest and he was being disrespectful. 

“Yes, Thomas is gonna be there, cut it out will you? He’s my guest.” (Y/N) turned away from her angered little brother catching Tommy’s hand with her’s tugging him to walk away from her family. Anger ran through her veins annoyed with Ryan’s actions, he was apart of the business yes, but she ran the company. Their father left the company in her hands, so even if they had an opinion it wouldn’t matter. 

Because anything she say’s, go’s

Tommy sat on the barstool around the island watching (Y/N) move around the kitchen she took a sip from her glass of wine every now and then as for Tommy of course he had whiskey. He traced the rim of his glass staring at (Y/N) before speaking. 

“Why do you go to church?”

(Y/N) her eyes focused on cutting the vegetables that were laid out in glass bowls taking some carrots and chopping them up on the wooden board “It’s tradition. Every sunday we go to church, that’s how i was raised. now it’s passed onto Ken and Kaleb.”

“Do you think you’ll end up in hell?”

She scoffed lightly, “That question is one hell of an understatement.” 

Oh that question has been asked and assumed by many people, usually those that would end up with lead in their head scream “You’ll end up in hell.” or “Hell can’t wait for you.”. 

Though she may go to church, ask for forgiveness after all the sins she committed. There was only one path for her, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

That path was straight to hell.

“Why do you go to church, if you know you’re gonna end up in hell?”

(Y/N) took a sip of her wine, thinking about her life as a kid. How carefree she was and never knew about her family business, how her life was pure, how she was pure. That was until one day the ugly truth about her family business was revealed and it was that day all the love and purity in her heart vanished. When she first found out she was going to be an aunt, all she wanted was to protect her niece and nephew from the ugly business that she did. She didn’t want them to go through what she went through.

“Kaleb and Kennedy, they’re the most purest human beings in my life. It was right of Carter and Audrey to walk away from this business, they want more for their kids. As I do too, I don’t want them to be surrounded by death like I was.”

Her heart clenched at the memory she tried so hard to push away, the memory she wish could be erased. This caused a ripple effect, the memory she tried to forget gave her a reason to take part of the business. 

“At the age of thirteen I watched my mother die right in front of me, we were taken and held hostage. No matter how much i begged for them to take me first, I watched them put a bullet through my mom’s head. They said, you’re father will know why.”

That was the day she watched her father put lead through the man’s head, that was the day she heard the man spit “It’s the people like us Andrew, the people like us who do this dirty businesses could never be loved.. we’ll always be alone, and any love we get, we will have to pay for-” it all happened so quickly, that was the first time she had seen her father covered in blood, and that was she caught a glimpse of the family business.

”I don’t want those kids to grow up fearing their lives, i want them to see the world and not worry about what’s around the corner.” (Y/N) sighed taking in glass of wine into her hand sipping the red liquid before setting back onto the marble countertop. 

“Now, get up off your ass and help me cook.”

(Y/N) watched as Kennedy and Kaleb ran around the backyard, Carter sat on one of the chairs around the pool with Audrey sitting on his lap. Tommy stood a few feet away from the stove mixing the sauce that was in the pan, he was never really one to cook hence why he has a chef.

She picked a cherry tomato from the salad bowl she had just finished tossing and threw it at Tommy, he didn’t even flinch he just stood there mixing the sauce. She threw another one this time earning a low scowl from Tommy, before she could throw one more tomato he turned on his heels pointing the wooden spoon at (Y/N).

“Alright, doll cut it out.” (Y/N) smiled innocently throwing the tomato she held in her hands hitting him right in the forehead, he reached for the bowl of flour flicking it towards (Y/N) causing her to squeal loudly.

“No! This is a limited edition Chanel dress! Don’t you dare Thomas!” Tommy stood there for a second pretending to think over what she said before taking a handful of flour and throwing it at (Y/N). 

She grabbed a handful of tomato’s threw them at Tommy as she ran around the counter throwing endless amount of the red fruit at the man that held a bowl of flour. Audrey turned her head towards the glass window, “Something’s happening in the kitchen.” she mumbled standing from her husband’s lap to see what her sister-in-law and gypsy were doing that caused such ruckus. 

Audrey watched as they ran around the kitchen like children throwing flour creating a small snow storm and tomato’s like mad men and women when the play sucked. 

“Carter! Look! Bring my phone!” her husband moved to stand beside her watching his sister run around laughing the kitchen like a child who ate too much candy. This was the first time in a while he saw her laugh, after Alex she’d been so down in the dumps, it was like she forgot to have fun and laugh.

If Pol was there, she would’ve fell in love with (Y/N) even more and hell would even buy a ring for her. If Pol was there she’d be so happy to see the joy on Tommy’s face something she was never really use to seeing since he always has a stone cold exterior hiding what he felt on the inside. 

Audrey took a few photo’s, something she could use to blackmail her sister or to tease her about. Well use as leverage for her to take the kids every date night.

“Thomas!” (Y/N) squealed as Tommy snaked his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him as she stood on her toes, their chest pressed against one another. He held the bowl of flour over her head ready to dump it on her, “Tommy no please don’t!” he tilted the bowl causing (Y/N) to scream loudly throwing the rest of her tomato’s at his chest.

“It’s two word’s doll, just say it and your dress won’t be ruined yeah?” she pouted at his words not wanting to give in and give up, but she also didn’t want anymore flour on her Chanel dress. 

She trailed her hand to cup his right cheek and hummed “Has anyone ever told you, you’re beautiful?” if there was something she was a master at it was manipulation and distraction, Tommy leaned forward causing her feet to meet the ground. 

“You’re such a tease eh? Tryin’ to distract me?” he backed her up to the edge of the counter placing the bowl of flour down and away from her reach, “Did it work?” (Y/N) asked innocently, her manicured nails traced his clothed chest the air in the room felt tighter and hot. Their breaths fanning over one an other, unsure of what to do next well that was until Kennedy ran into the kitchen.

“Uncle Ryan’s here!” Tommy loosened his grip around her waist pushing himself off of her, “We better clean up before your brother has my head for it.” (Y/N) nodded brushing the hair that fell in her face behind her ear gathering the marinated shrimp and chicken outside for her brother to cook on the grill. 

Ryan followed his sister outside with Ken in his arms, “Hey, what’s up with the mess inside?” Audrey rose from her husband’s lap unlocking her phone to show her brother-in-law “They were having fun.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes pushing pass her brother to clean up the mess inside and take a quick shower before dinner.

Dinner was spent with much filled laughter and lot’s of drinking well at least Audrey did most of the drinking by the end of the night she had made Carter promise to put another child in her, something (Y/N) didn’t want to hear at all. 

Once (Y/N) saw Carter off she went to do the dishes leaving Tommy and Ryan outside in the cold sitting in front of the small fire pit, the air was thick with tension the sound of the crackling fire filled in the empty silence. Ryan lifted his cigarette pointing it in Tommy’s direction, “You, you Thomas Shelby have known my father for what three years?” 

Tommy exhaled blowing out the grey smoke into the air and took a swing of the Irish whiskey that filled his glass cup, “You got something against me?” Ryan chuckled lightly leaning back into the chair bringing his cigarette back to his lips to take a slow long drag before tossing it into the fire.

“Answer my question first Thomas.” 

Truth be told, yes Tommy did know Andrew for three years. 

“What if I did? What’s it got to do with you?” 

Ryan leaned forward in his seat his forearm’s resting on his thighs, “It has nothing to do with me, but with (Y/N). I know my father hired you to do something, and if you don’t tell (Y/N) sooner or later once she find’s out she won’t hesitate to put lead into that arrogant head of yours.”

Tommy watched Ryan rise from his seat leaving Tommy alone, “That secret of your’s Thomas, better share it with my sister if you want to have a chance with her.” Ryan slammed the french doors shut walking into the kitchen to bid his sister goodbye. 

“Hey! Is Tom still out there?” (Y/N) questioned as she filled the dishwasher with her briefly washed dishes pausing to walk her brother out, “Yeah, he’s having a smoke. I’m sorry about my behavior today, it’s just I don’t want him to end up like-”

(Y/N) placed her hand on Ryan’s shoulder squeezing it softly, “I know, I know Thomas won’t be like him. I understand that you want to look out for me, I also learned from my mistakes, I won’t let history repeat itself.” he smiled warmly placing a kiss on her cheek before ruffling her hair, she watched him exit the drive way slowly closing the door behind her and headed back into the kitchen. 

After she finished loading the dish washer she headed back out to accompany Tommy holding two freshly cut cigar’s, his gaze was fixed on the crackling fire the flames danced between one another as the moonlight enhanced his features. 

“Has anyone every told you, you’re beautiful?”

(Y/N) placed herself next to him handing him a cigar as she lit her with the fire, she took a few puffs and exhaled the grey smoke sighing as she felt her lungs burn slightly. She looked over at Tommy, effortlessly smoking the cigar. It was as if everything he does didn’t take much effort. 

“’lright, what are you tryin’ to distract me from this time?” 

She shook her head lightly looking back at Tommy then back up at the moon and huffed, “I’m being serious.” 

Tommy chuckled lightly standing from his seat and offered (Y/N) his hand, “Do you dance?” she shrugged lightly placing her cigar on the edge of the fire pit taking Tommy’s hand he lead her around the fire pit and towards the pavement that lead to the pool. 

He hummed a soft tune, placing his hand on her lower back pulling her closer to him as she hand one hand on his shoulder. They moved around slowly, her head now rest on his chest slightly vibrating from him humming and listening the small thumps of his heart. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard people call you beautiful.” Tommy questioned pulling away slightly to twirl her around causing a small giggle to erupt from her chest. 

(Y/N) sighed looking up into his beautiful ever-blue eyes “Many times yes, but you never answered my question.” Tommy chuckled lowly bringing the hand that rest on her back to her face brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“No one.” he answered simply as they swayed back and forth, she stood on her toes her lips ghosting over his lips ever so slightly that if one were to move just an inch closer they’d collide. 

“I’m honored to be the first person to tell you, Tommy Shelby are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” 

It happened in slow motion, Tommy leaned down closing the gap between them capturing her soft pink lips with his as they moved in sync. His rough cold hands cradled her soft cheeks, as she wrapped her arms his neck pulling him closer into her embrace. This was when time stood still, the world around them were silent, it was just to fragile hearts holding one another preventing the other from shattering. 

Dancing and kissing under the moonlight

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby fanfic #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders au #loserholland

[one-real-summer]

rules: answer 22 questions and tag 22 people

i was tagged by @lynmunn and @yourundead I am a popular one uwu

nicknames: Summer, Mon Chevre if you’re Nick T ;)

zodiac sign: Leo sun/Aries moon, metal horse

height: 5′2″ but no one believes me??? Everyone says I look taller. It’s all that big dick energy I have I guess. I measured my height after I got into one of those “you look taller than five two” conversations and I am 5 feet and 2 and a quarter inches exactly

last movie i saw: The Unicorn Store. Spoilers, but I was kinda disappointed on how that one ended. Like I understand what they were going for, that Kit learned her lesson and stopped being selfish. But idk why she can’t have a boyfriend, a good relationship with her parents, AND a unicorn

last thing i googled: “bottom of the barrel meaning” like... 90% of my google searches are meanings of idioms/words because I’m paranoid that I’m not using them right. I ended up not using this turn of phrase because the connotation that the dregs at the bottom of the barrel are bad/undesirable. I just meant that I was getting to the very last bits of stuff that I’m collecting (they aren’t bad, just obscure) and I’m gonna run out of things to buy for my special interest lololol

favorite musician: Nick Thorburn nee Diamonds

song stuck in my head: Sad Middle. Mostly just the “The FDA put you away, there was mold but just a little, the hole, the sad middle” part

other blogs: @veneer-of-a-disease is about my skin problems, @convalescepress is my blog for my printmaking business that I never log into, and @diamonds-is-5ever is me being even more thirsty for Nick T than I am on main

following: 1812

followers: 300

do i get asks: Once in a while, usually just anons telling me i accidentally reblogged stuff from TERFs or acephobes or transphobes etc. I never look into blogs I’m reblogging shit from so I appreciate being told this. Just please tell me the specific post/username so I can delete/block them. I’ve gotten some vague ones that I have no idea what post they were talking about so I can’t fix that?? To that one anon who wanted to send me money, my papal is paypal.me/convalescepress or hmu on venmo @convalescepress and to the other anon that has a crush on me: That’s really unfortunate and I hope you can move on because I’m emotionally unavailable

amount of sleep i get: 6 hours?? I can’t sleep more than that. If I go to bed early I wake up at like 4am it’s the woooorst I just want to sleep in 

lucky numbers: 9, hooray

what i’m wearing right now: My “Gumby the Original Modeling Clay” shirt. It’s funny because I’m a model and Gumby is my son and he’s made of clay. I’m wearing other clothes but that’s the important part of my outfit

dream job: Master Printer

dream trip: I want to visit the remains of my childhood home, the one that got destroyed by a volcano. Uncle Ryan went back to his in his early 20′s and said it was just overgrown jungle and my home is probably the same

favorite food: Am I allowed to say cheese because it pays the bills?? lol. Also I really want some raclette right now so I guess I also like eating it

instruments: I own a guitar. I cannot play the guitar but I’m trying to learn. I might buy a second guitar if I can come up with $300. The guitar I want to buy is literally in my room right now so like... I have it but I’m just borrowing it atm

language: English. I studied ASL in college. Spanish and Japanese in high school. I don’t remember anything

favorite song: Of Corpse by Islands, that’s what my business name references. “Convalesce in a pretty dress while I rob your ass in a ski mask” 

random fact: There’s a disease that only Affineurs get called “Cheese-washer’s lung” so there’s like no research on it because there’s so few of us that no one cares I guess. Affineurs age cheese, and basically I get to scrub mold of cheese for hours and breathing in all that over a long period of time is what causes the disease. It’s probably what’s gonna kill me if something else at work doesn’t kill me first. At any rate, cheesemaking is gonna be my cause of death. Someone spilled acid on my face on tuesday, every day there’s a new way to suffer

describe your aesthetic: Analog music, pastels, grotesque, too many eyes, 90′s shapes, 70′s colors, primitivism illustrations

tagging: I don’t think I even know 22 people but @eu-nao-sou-um-chapeu @anxiousorion @loupvenimeux @the-outspoken-introvert @comickit @steamed-tets @zemkohai

#long post #erika fills out surveys #how many times can I bring up nicolas thurnburn in a conversation??

[danvssomethingorother]

My Top Picks for VB fics

I didn’t want to put the fics in any order, they are all good and just as a warning, I mainly read Brusty fics but these are my personal favorites from the VB fandom. most VB fics are good though and I still have some not Brusty ones on my to read list later, so I will likely update again lol. Please feel free to reblog this and add more fics!

Hubris Makes the Heart Grow Strong -  

Ship: Brusty eventually

Status: Ongoing. 

Author: @the-monarch-is-a-venture here

Summary: An AU in which Rusty takes Brock's DNA while they're in college and ends up mixing it with his own later to create Hank and Dean.This will be Brock x Rusty further in to the story, but it's definitely gonna be a slow build, multi-chapter type thing.

My notes: I think this was one of the first VB fics I read way back in July after I finally got around to finishing up the series after years of never being able to keep up with it properly even though I have always liked the show and man this really helped me stick around and keep an eye on the fandom even when it was dead.

I just really like the premise of this fic, its a really creative and interesting origin story of where the twins came from and its just really soft. Its like a perfect fic to read when like you have had a long day and just need to relax with a cute fic. 

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What’s Past Is A Prologue

Ships: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: mirawonderfulstar

Summary: “How is the doc, anyway? Have you heard from him recently?”“Alas, no.” Orpheus said solemnly. “The last I saw of him was shortly after you and the boys left the compound. I went by to see if perhaps he needed some cheering up, poor fellow, all alone in that huge empty place, and he threw me out.” Orpheus’s tone grew colder. “I daresay that Killinger fellow brainwashed him, yes? Turned him away from the things and people he loved. I cannot think of any other reason he’d allow you and the children to be parted from him, he always seemed so devoted to you all.”Brock felt something cold slide down into his stomach, and he took a quick spoonful of his soup which did nothing to counter the effect. “You think?” He grunted after a moment.An AU following the divergence that Rusty took Killinger's offer at the end of The Doctor Is Sin.

My Notes: Rusty becomes a villain AUs are my jam. The Doctor Is Sin is definitely one of my favorite episodes!

I love how it keeps it a mystery what Rusty is up by keeping everything in Brock’s perspective and showing his slow transformation into a real villain and I don’t want to give it away but Rusty’s plan is freaking genius. Like that is super in character and its a really heart breaking ending. Just go read it, you won’t regret it.

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How you Feeling?

Ships: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: NewAgeVintage 

Summary: Taking place in a vague place in season 6/7.Rusty loses his secret stash of ‘emergency’ pills when he loses the compound. Thankfully money can buy dubiously prescribed medication. After a frustrating night in the lab he breaks into his stash and Brock needs to step in. 

My Notes: I have been trying to just like keep it to like one story per author I like and since most of the fandom is like the same few people making tons of really good work, it sometimes got tricky. 

Like I have really loved every single story this author has made but I settled on this one eventually because I just really love the idea that Brock is just used to Rusty’s bad habits and just knows how to handle the situation easily. Like he just knows him too well and I am just rambling without giving away the entire story but I just like the dynamic between Rusty and Brock and how its presented. Also read their other VB fics cause I love them lots too.  

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Red and Blue

Ship: None, gen.

Status: Complete

Author: @paigek9

Summary: From a young age, Rusty knew that Malcom was treated differently.When they were four, their dad started color-coding all of their toys, mostly to keep Uncle Rodney from losing his mind because of the daily screaming matches and fights between the brothers. All of Rusty’s toys were red; his favorite color. Malcom’s were blue, even though he liked yellow. Red was a dominant color, according to his father. The mark of a strong leader (Definitely not because fans had the habit of sending Rusty red gifts to match his hair). Blue marked the color of his company, or at least that’s what he would say around Malcom. To Rusty, it meant Player 2, Option B, a backup plan. Malcom was born to play second fiddle to Rusty, and that’s how it was supposed to be…According to Jonas.

My Notes: Yes, I know she just wrote this for me for my silly AU but I just really love this fic ok? My friend is so talented and I love her. Look what she made.

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Private Growth in the Face of... Stuff

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: @deliriumbubbles

Summary: After the party at Hatred’s and debriefing the boys, Brock and Rusty fight over what went down at the party. Or at least, what Rusty knows about. They send the boys to bed, and Brock sets to work relieving some tension. 

My Notes: When I make lists like this I usually try to not give like smut recs but like this is just a really freaking good smut fic. Its not just smut, its a complex feels piece that just happens to have smut. Its just a really good fic guys, just read it.

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Into Safety? (Wear Some Kneepads)

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: newyorktopaloalto

Summary:  Brock coming back— free of pay and of his own volition— meant nothing more than he still loved the boys he had helped Rusty raise for almost twenty years. This was not a romcom (no matter the clichéd archetypes that set the stage for his life) and if it were, it would not be one starring him— it would be starring Meg Ryan because he had already thought about it for way longer than he would admit out loud. So he was living here, taking care of the boys, giving Rusty a long-suffering and amusingly indulgent look, existing (drinking coffee, making dinner, cracking terrible jokes and skulls) as though he had never left...And so, yeah, whatever, Brock coming back might have something (infinitesimal, really, but bordering on nigh) to do with him. It still didn't make his life a romcom.

My Notes: Did you really expect me not to rec the one and only successful Rusty fic on A03? Cause I have so many feels for this fic. It just takes the basic concept of a successful Rusty and it builds its own little world off it all the while very much keeping it in the Venture Bros universe. Its so good, it makes me cry. Please read it. 

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Where are My Pills, Where is My Former Lover?

Ship: Brusty

Status: Ongoing

Author: hell0lust

Summary: He’d promised Brock, all those years ago, that he was through with the pills, for good. Who cares what Brock thinks? He’s not your... whatever he was, anymore. Brock doesn’t get to decide what you do or don’t do.Rusty Venture has never known a life outside of failure. With the sudden weight of keeping his late brother's company afloat on his shoulders, Rusty finds himself falling into old habits of prescription drug abuse, as a means to cope.

My Notes: Out of the genre of ‘Rusty picks up his old addictions again in New York’ fics (that are really all good) this one is my favorite. It sadly hasn’t been updated in awhile but I hold hope the author will come back eventually. I just love how everything is played off in this fic, the slow build to Rusty and Brock getting back together and Rusty’s addictions and his jealousy of Warriana, its all just good. Go read it, you won’t regret it.

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let me in the wall you've built around

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete 

Author: @ladyofdecember

Summary: Rusty has a hard time coming to grips with events after "The Unicorn In Captivity". His family is worried. Brock and Rusty struggle with communication. 

My Notes: This was another case of damn, which fic of the authors should I choose for this? There are a ton of amazing stories she has written! I think I finally settled on this one because it gave a really beautiful conclusion to one of the darker episodes from this season and it brings me joy. The angst building up to a warm fluffy ending is really beautiful.

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Surrogate Fatherhood

Ship: None, Gen.

Status: Complete

Author: @tsv

Summary: "He tries to ignore the shortcomings in Doc's parenting, at first. In the beginning, he'd taken it as the understandable failings of a first-time father — an emotionally callous comment here, a forgotten promise there. But soon enough, they begin to pile up, piecing together like a quilt of subtle emotional neglect.And it's not his job. At all. It's not even remotely his job. Still, when Dean comes out of his room crying about a nightmare and Doc tells him he's busy without even looking up, it itches at him. Despite the distance he'd tried to maintain, Brock genuinely feels bad."A piece reflecting on Brock and his relationship with the boys over the years.

My Notes: It was really hard for me to choose one from this author. I think I am in love with all of their work. Every piece is a freaking masterpiece and well done and everything I wanted from this fandom. But I chose this one cause fluffy Brock and the boys stuff is pretty rare and this one always, always manages to hit me in the feels.

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That’s it for now, my favorite fics. If you want to add more, please do! Like everyone in this fandom is super talented!

#venture bros #the venture bros #brusty #rusty venture #brock samson #fanfic recs #fic recs

[wetookanoath]

"Si no existieras, yo te inventaría" TELL ME ABOUT THAT FANFIC, NINA

I’m writing this, PLEASE don’t steal my ideas or reblog this as “someone write this” or “I’m gonna write this” or “prompts”/”ideas” because it’s not. I’m writing it, lol.

Title from Tú O Nada/O Tú O Ninguna by Luis Miguel, translates to “If you didn’t exist, I would imagine you”. Title may change to “En la boca llevarás sabor a mi” that translates to “In your mouth you’ll have my taste” or “Your mouth will taste of me”, from Sabor A Mi by Luis Miguel.

Ryan shares an apartment with his brother Jake, and Shane has just moved to their building. Ever since Ryan saw him for the first time, he’s been giving him the eyes while Shane is not looking.

He finds the crush funny, so he speaks in spanish to Jake every time they see him in the elevator, saying cute things like “Es tan lindo” (”He is so cute”) and slowly starts saying shit more… not so cute like, “Papi hermoso, me lo voy a comer” (Mmmm.. The way we use the word ‘papi’ is different from how you guys THINK we do, so the literal translation would be like “Beautiful daddy, I’m gonna eat him”, I honestly don’t think I can translate the power of that phrase in spanish to english lol).

This starts happening every day for it seems their working hours are similar, so Shane smiles at them and waves at them. They go as much as to say good morning, afternoon and night, but never anything else and Jake is starting to get tired of “Ugh, ahí va El Hombre Cuapo” (”there goes The Handsome Man”).

What he doesn’t know is that once, little after Shane moved and Ryan had started saying shit in spanish, Jake needed help with groceries and Shane helped him out, speaking perfect spanish with him, to what Jake could only open his eyes like O_O and started to apologize for his brother. “I think it’s cute, don’t worry” (after telling Shane that, nah, they are americans– they just mess around in other languages from their family’s multiple cultures).

Turns out, Shane knows many languages as well and spanish is one of them. He was too emabarrassed to tell them the few first times, and after that it was just… more embarrassing.

Jake finds the situation way too funny, saying he won’t tell Ryan because this is too good. Shane accepts it because he finds no harm in Ryan’s compliments.

Then it got dirty and he is too embarrassed to say the truth, knowing it will be weird that he didn’t say it earlier.

He also kinda likes Ryan. Jake knows. He is still waiting when one of them will stop being stupid and ask the other out.

Shane is known as El Hombre Guapo (The Handsome Man) in Ryan’s cousin’s chatgroup, which means the entire family knows by now.

The Bergara Cousins Chatgroup is a Discord group where they are often insulting each other in tons of languages but mostly spanish. They also keep bothering the Johnsons (whose mom is a Bergara) and the Super White Bergaras (brother and sister whose dad is  Bergara but where born extra whitepassing).

The Cousins From México™ are also there, they have terrible english but are always saying they should go visit, so every time they are bantering, someone will say “WE SHOULD GO TO MEXICO!” and it’s just some joke between them.

Jake and Ryan use “we should go to Mexico” outside the chat and people Look at them from time to time.

The age between them all is very strange, so there’s a smaller group with cousins more Ryan’s age, some with the older ones and the younger ones that are around Jake’s. Jake and their cousin Alice are the younger ones.

All of them are always bothering Ryan with when is he asking El Hombre Guapo out, and his female cousins are always giving him like 30 different advices at the same time, it’s insane.

They do use audio on weekends and when it happens, it’s the worse thing ever with all the different accents, good and bad english, good and bad spanish, and every other language.

They play videogames sometimes, so they use the audio channel for that, and those who don’t play sometimes enter just to make the others angry.

When one of them gets online and they are in the audio chat, cousin Rogelio from Mexico will sing “ya llegó el cara de verrrrgaaaa” (”the dick face is here”) and make everyone laugh.

When they were all teens, they used to hate the Bergara Situation aka the fact that their last name sounds like “verga” which means dick in spanish, so at least one of them was always being make fun of it. They take it with humor now, which means a lot of “hijo de la VERRRGA, cierra la boca” (”son of the dick, shut your mouth”) and so.

No white person will ever understand.

Ryan is known as Mirrey, which is like a mexican fratboy.

Once Ryan was in the elevator with Shane, and they were so fucking awkward, he had to run to his apartment and call Helen to let her know he is an idiot. Helen enjoys this way too much.

Ryan’s aunt, who speaks zero english, visits them from Mexico with her family and his parents decide to spend the afternoon and night at his place because none of them has seen it yet. That day, while in the elevator, Shane helps their aunt with some stuff she was carrying. Ryan is about to say thank you when his aunt starts talking in spanish aND SHANE ANSWERS HER PERFECTLY AND RYAN WANTS TO DIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE.

That same day he was lowkey telling Jake Shane was Too Much with the beard and was being kinda dirty about it, making his brother shook his head and Shane want to die.

Jake can’t stop laughing after this. Their aunt doesn’t understand anything. Shane winks at Ryan while going to his apartment.

He’s dead is so dead.

#shyan #skeptic believer #faequill #feel like you would like this #yaboimadej #nini got mail #mine #my aus #bfu #au #otp: we took an oath #f: en la boca llevarás sabor a mi #my writing #to write

[deanssweetheart23]

Tag game

I was tagged here by my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 (some of my answers are the same as yours, twin, fyi) and the amazing @atari-writes​ Thank you both for tagging me, this was soo fun. I have to tag twenty people (I don’t think I know so many, but I’ll try) @trexrambling @escabell @hannahindie @winchestersnco @ofloveandlonging @sebastianshoe @imagining-supernatural @jpadjackles @lipstickandwhiskey @emilywritesaboutdean @thevioletthourr @percywinchester27 @pickupthatamulet @impala-dreamer @keepcalmandcarryondean @kathaswings

1. Drink? All the coffe. Seriously, just gimme coffee and I’m a happy human being.

2. Phone call? Mum. *whispers* it’s always mum.

3. Texting? TWIN

4. Song you listened to? Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran because I love that man and his music is so beautiful and it gives me lots of feels, alright?

5. Time you cried? Um, Saturday, June 8th I think?

6. Dated someone twice? Nope.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it? Nope.

8. Been cheated on? No.

9. Lost someone special? Oh, yeah.

10. Been depressed? Yup.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up? Hahaha. No. I barely drink and when I do it’s like a glass of sangria or Bailey’s so nope. No getting drunk for me.

Favorite colors 12. Lavender purple 13. Blue 14. Red

in the last year, have you… 15. Made new friends? Yeeees. Here mostly.

16. Fallen out of love? In the last year no. Generally speaking, yes. 

17. Laughed until you cried? Yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you? Yes. Good things, oddly enough lol.

19. Met someone who changed you? Yes, I think so.

20. Found out who your friends are? Oh, yes. I actually cut all ties with two people I used to consider best friends, but I guess that’s what happens when you give and give and give and they just take you for granted. (I do realize this sounds bitter, so I’m sorry and bear with me. I’m actually a quite hilarious human being).

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list? That’s a thing? Nope. No, no, no.

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life? All of them

23. Do you have any pets? Used to. Still miss him.

24. Do you want to change your name? No, I love my name.

25. What did you do for your last birthday? That’s a pretty good question, actually. Breakfast with my mum, lots of packing for a getaway weekend to a friend’s house out of town and family dinner I think? Generally speaking, my friends tend to forget my birthday, so it’s usually family time.

26. What time did you wake up? Um,9 am, but then I dozzed off again and got up at 11 am. (I had a rough weekend, gimme a break).

27. What were you doing at midnight last night? Reblogging wonderful fics, talking with twin and freaking out about a sound coming from my balcony -stupid cats- imagining Dean there to calm me down and snuggle up next to me.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: the day I can visit twin

29. When was the last time you saw your mom? Ten minutes ago. 

31. What are you listening to right now? My dad snoring (he sounds like a truck and I cannot understand how my mum can sleep next to him without suffocating him with a pillow lol)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Nope. We have no Toms here, but I have spoken to various people named Θωμάς (it’s Tom in greek lol)

33. Something that is getting on your nerves? Rudeness. People that take their time in the subway because I’m that person who’s always in a hurry to catch the next bus (I’m not going to shove people out of the way though, because that’s just a dick move).

34. Most visited website? Tumblr

35. Hair color? Brown

36. Long or short hair? Shortish

37. Do you have a crush on someone? I think I might have, yeah.

38. What do you like about yourself? Loyalty.

39. Piercings: Nope, cause I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt

40. Blood type: I’m ashamed of myself for not knowing this

41. Nickname: My brother calls me cinnammon roll sometimes *blushes* Some people also call me Athinoula (yes, that’s supposed to be a dimunitive of my name). Some friends in here call me “A” too. 

42. relationship status: Oh, I’m dating Dean Winchester. We’re really happy together

43. Zodiac: Taurus

44. Pronouns: She/Her

45. Favorite tv show: Supernatural (One Tree Hill and House MD close seconds)

46. Tattoos: None, yet but I’ve been thinking of getting one

47. Right or left handed: Right

48. Surgery: Nope, but I have broken my wrist and four of my fingers all at once so that’s something I bet you didn’t see coming.

49. piercing: Didn’t I already answer this?

50. Sport: Volleyball (I stopped that right after I broke my wrist and four of my fingers for obvious reasons -volleyball had nothing to do with that accident by the way). Also, I don’t know whether ballet counts as a sport but I used to dance for years and was forced to stop thanks to grandular fever *rolls eyes*

51. Vacation: So many places. I am going to two greek islands and to my grandpa’s house by the mountains this year. I’d also like to visit Italy, Spain and the US at some point.

52. Pair of trainers: Sneakers

53. Eating: I haven’t eaten since lunch, but steak.

54. drinking: water cause it’s too late for coffee.

55. I’m about to: do twin’s reblog and go sleep because I have an early start tomorrow morning

56. Waiting for? Dean to come sweep me off my feet with his Impala

57. Want? To visit twin. I also want Dean, an ice cream, a tattoo, to finish this story I’m working on, lose some weight, and the list goes on and on and on.

58. Get married?  Eventually, god I hope so

59. Career? I want to do something that makes me happy. Want to take pleasure in my job. That’s all.

60. Hugs or kisses? Both is good, but only if I really like the person.

61. Lips or eyes? Eyes. Eyes all the way *cough* Dean Winchester *cough*

62. Shorter or taller? Taller, I think.

63. Older or younger? A bit older. I’m an old soul. People my age usually don’t get me.

64. Nice arms or nice stomach? Both but mostly arms because mine are terrible

65. Hook up or relationship? Relationship all the way. I’m an all in person or I don’t bother at all.

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. I’m so shy. 

67. Kissed a stranger: Nope.

68. Drank hard liquor: I don’t even know what is classified as hard liquor because I barely drink lol

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Thank God, no

70. Turned someone down: Yes, it happens sometimes

71. Sex on the first date? Not even for Dean because I’m wayyy too shy. 

72. Broken someone’s heart: Yes. It’s been years and it still breaks my heart but to my defense, I didn’t know that person felt that way until it was too late. So, guys, if you love someone, go tell them.

73. Had your heart broken: Oh, yes. In a bazillion tiny pieces I thought I’d never be able to put back together. 

74. Been arrested: No

75. Cried when someone died: Yes

76. fallen for a friend: Oh, yes. Pretty hard.

do you believe in… 77. Yourself? Depends but most of the times, yes.

78. Miracles? Yes. I wouldn’t be here, without one.

79. Love at first sight? Yes. My uncle met my aunt when they were crossing the street. He cut a flower and gave it to her. They’ve been together for years. I also had a moment with a stranger at the subway almost a year ago and even though we only spoke for six seconds and I don’t even know his name, I still think of him quite often.

80. Santa Claus? Santa Claus is real.

81. Kiss on the first date? Sure, a kiss goodnight maybe

82. Angels? I really don’t know about that

other 83. Current best friend’s name: Twin/Emily

84. Eye color: Brown-eyed girl

85. Favorite movie: Crazy, Stupid Love will forever be my number one. La La Land (yeah, I have a thing for Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling, sue me). Home Alone and I’m definitely forgetting something.

#tag game #get to know me #ask me stuff

[armadil-lo]

Hey, im the original annon that started the whole fakes lay low thing.... sorry! Anyways i absolutly love your additions and i never thought it'd get this big. Your tags kill me. I am curious however how do you think the rest of the crew might react when they finally meet Jeremy? Maybe geoff already had him on his radar. Maybe he is apart of funhuas which is a subsidiary of of sorts to the fahc. (1/?)

Maybe he is apart of funhaus which is a rival gang,maybe that was part of the big battle that caused the fakes to go underground.Like FH found and revealed the location of the penthouse the LSPD, because ifthey’re going down damn it so will the fakes. so Jeremy is just trying to getby after his gang is completely destroyed. And sure he wasnt a very big memeberbut he needed that extra cash to pay rent. And no other gang dare touch anyonethat the fakes may have a beef with (2/?)

So that is why he started joining the fights andstuff…. sorry i kinda got off topic… but the fact that ryan is with someonefrom a rival gang the very gang thay got them into this mess gahhhhhh!!!!! Theangest in the fahc would be so intense. (3/3) p.s. I’ve been follwing your blogfor a while so to see my ask be rebloged by another great person and comeacross my dash really made my day thank you for all you’ve added

OMG hello!!! Don’t be sorry, you’ve given birth tosomething wonderful :D Thank you so so much for the kind words omg, I’m sohappy you enjoy what I added!

OOOH I do like the idea of him being part ofFunhaus or another rival gang - I think I’mma go with another random rival gangthough since I like the idea of Funhaus/Fakehaus being on good terms with theFAHC haha :’) 

Most of it’s under a read more because this got insanely long oops… Also just gonna tag @shadeofazmeinya​ and @miss-ingno​ bc Ifeel like that’s just a given for this AU haha

Jeremy who’s made his living off of undergroundfighting rings finally getting hired to do some grunt work for a crew whosename he actually recognises. He thinks he’s moving up in the world, thinks he’sfinally going to get his big break in crime, actually have a steady cash flow.He never even meets the head honcho of this crew in fact, but he’s only beenworking with them for a short time when he hears the boss just sold out theFakes. He has no idea how that was something a smaller crew like theirs couldeven accomplish, but next thing he knows it’s all over the news how the Fake AHCrew’s official penthouse has been found, how hackers are currently lookinginto the phones and credit cards they left behind, how the LSPD are on a manhunt and they’recertain they’ll be at one of many locations that they’ve now been able to traceback to the crew. And see the thing is, Jeremy always admired the Fakes. Alwayslooked up to them, appreciated what they stood for as a crew. They alwaysseemed so close and it was something Jeremy dreamed about having one day. He’salmost sad that they’ve been taken down by his boss. Scratch that, he isactually kind of upset.

And thenhe learns that the reason his boss fucking did it is because their own gang isgoing under. Only a couple days later and they’re under attack themselves,Jeremy fleeing before things get too intense. There’s a viral clip going aroundof his ex-boss being dragged into a cop car boasting about how “I took down the Fakes before I went down, Idon’t give a shit what you do to me now!” And welp, if Jeremy wasn’t in a rough patchbefore, he sure as hell is now. He goes back to fighting rings and small crimeson the side. It’s all he knows how to do.

Skipping past the rest of the posts that’vealready been made about FAHC going in hiding, Ryan working at Starbucks, Jeremybeing a regular customer there, them falling for each other obviously, etc etcetc…

I imagine it doesn’t take very long afterJeremy finds out Ryan is the Vagabond for Ryan to take Jeremy to the safehouse.Jeremy didn’t run, Jeremy didn’t slam the door in his face. He actually helpedRyan out, even after knowing exactly who he is and what he has done. Ryantrusts him infinitesimally more after that. Ryan is too injured to go back tothe safehouse the day after the return-heist-gone-wrong (I imagine a couplebroken ribs and a bullet graze at the least) and he wakes up to a blanket overtop of him and Jeremy is asleep on the floor beside him and if he hadn’tfallen for him already, boy is that the moment he realises it. Jeremy wakesup and he makes them breakfast and sits by Ryan’s side and Ryan just findshimself spilling everything. What it was like when they got taken down, howtense it’s been in the household for all these months, how fucking ridiculouslyshitty it is to work in Starbucks but that Jeremy is always the best part ofhis day, that this heist felt like it was going to make everything better somehow, like it was just goingto magically solve all their problems and the Fakes would be back on top in notime. How he’s actually quite scared that things will never be that way againafter what happened yesterday. Jeremy listens, and he understands. He knowsthat feeling so, so well. Hope just being shattered in an instant. They spendthe day getting to know each other – actuallygetting to know each other, no veils or masks or secrets anymore. And it’sreally nice.

But then Ryan turns on his latest phone andsees the string of increasingly worried and frantic texts from the others. He finallylets them know he’s okay, which only really increases their panic tenfold aboutwhere he is. Jeremy has been readingover his shoulder (okay so his head is leaning on Ryan’s shoulder actually) andhe asks how far away their tiny base is. Ryan bites his lip and says it’sacross town and immediately starts mumbling about how his motorbike waswrecked, he doesn’t have a car, he walked here from the heist, stealing avehicle now is just impractical probably- and Jeremy interrupts like “Dude. Youdisguised yourself as a citizen for almost a whole fucking year. A shower and a changeof clothes and you could easily just take a taxi.” Ryan protests immediatelythat then the taxi driver will know where their only safehouse left is, towhich Jeremy says, “Then we’ll ask him to stop a block away and I’ll walk youthe rest of the way.”

“…You’re coming?”

“Well I’m guessing you don’t have any moneyon you. And I’m not fucking letting you go alone when you’re hurt like this.”

And if it were anyone else, anyone else, Ryan would probably have toslit their throat for knowing so much. But it’s Jeremy. So that’s that.

Jeremy helps Ryan to the shower (and out ofhis clothes - awkward avoiding looking at his body ensues, because it’s different when he’s not fixing up wounds with Ryan half passed out) and tries to findsome clothes that fit him. He thinks a baggy shirt will do, and the longestpair of sweatpants he owns (which actually belonged to an old friend namedTrevor once upon a time). The clothes cling a little bit, but hugging Ryan’sfigure isn’t a bad thing tbh. Ryan shoves his gear in an old, torn backpack ofJeremy’s and they call a taxi. Ryan tells the driver to go to a street that’s alittle ways away from the safehouse (three blocks actually, just to be careful,plus there’s shortcuts through backalleys and whatnot). Jeremy winces a littlebit at the final cost of the taxi and Ryan feels really bad, he’s known for a while now that money istight for Jeremy, but Li’l J produces what is needed for payment and off theygo, the smaller man helping Ryan walk the rest of the way.

Ryan’s ribs and other wounds are aching bythe time they reach the safehouse but they’re here and they made it and heknocks on the door because he lost his key and it swings open after a secondand Jack is pulling him into a fierce hug. He chokes out a small noise of painbut then hugs her back, albeit a bit awkwardly because he still had one armaround Jeremy for support. Then, from the doorway, Gavin is asking “Who areyou?” And Jack takes a step back and Ryan sees them all crowded behind her now,looking at Jeremy in equal parts confusion, surprise and distrust. Jeremyhimself looks stunned tbh. I mean, c’mon, it’s the Fakes. They’re famous. They were practically his crime idols. Evenif he didn’t know Ryan when he first saw him (or in the many months following)and it took him a second or two to place Jack, he knows Ramsey, and Mogar, andthe Golden Boy. Who in Los Santos doesn’t have their faces burned into theirminds?

So Ryan clears his throat and introduces him.“This is Jeremy. He’s a.. friend.” Jeremy glances over at Ryan and snapshimself out of it to give them a hesitant smile. The Fakes all look fuckingweirded out at that tbfh because since when does Ryan refer to people otherthan them as friends lol? They overlook that for now and pull the both of theminto the safehouse and gather in their little living room around the diningtable and the couch to hound Ryan with questions about what happened to him,where he was, how he got here, if anyone suspects where they are, etc etc.Which Ryan all answers calmly and truthfully, asking them similar questions inreturn and letting Jack hover over his wounds. Jeremy sits by his sideawkwardly through all of this, internally freaking the fuck out that he’s in aroom with the Fake AH Crew and tryinghis best not to pass out, lbr. Also he’s trying to ignore the fact that Geoffhasn’t spoken one word yet and is staring at him with the weirdest look on hisface.

Eventually the questions turn to Jeremy ofcourse. Who are you, how do you know Ryan, what are you doing here, what do youdo for a living. Ryan answers most of these so that he can deflect what heknows Jeremy won’t want to answer more easily, though Jeremy pipes up quietlynow and then. They’re both grateful that the others don’t tell him to leave orthreaten to kill him or anything drastic like that. Until suddenly Geoffinterrupts something Gavin is saying to ask, “You’re not Jeremy Dooley, are you? Rimmy Tim?” Jack sitsup a little straighter at that, face going hard, and the others look at Geoffquestioningly. Jeremy coughs a small laugh, genuinely shocked that Geoff fucking Ramsey actually knows who he is. “Yep, that’s me,” he replies, dazed. He thinksthat this is a good thing for a fleeting moment. He does not know that that is avery, very bad thing.

Geoff immediately leaps up from where he wassitting and slams a fist on the table, fuming in an instant. “I fucking knew it! I’ve had the names, photos and aliasesof all of you fuckers that got away from dayfucking one.” The others are alert in an instant, Jeremy’s blood turningcold at his anger, slowly starting to shake his head, eyes wide. “Are youwired? Who knows we’re here?” Jeremy just starts spluttering nonsense, nothaving a clue what to say. Jack backs away. Ryan looks up at Jeremy with asmall frown. When Jeremy can’t produce a coherent response, Geoff takes a fewsteps closer. “You were with the [gang] when we went down. You assholes fuckingruined us! Look at us! Are you fucking happynow?” Jeremy’s shaking his head frantically now, starting up a whispered chant of ‘no,no, no’ but not able to cut into Geoff practically spitting in his face now. “Weknow exactly how many of you got away, exactlywho you are, and the first fucking thing we’re going to do if we get back ontop is take you and your little buddies out. Rimmy Tim is number seven.”

“He’s about to be number one when I blow hisfucking brains out,” comes Michael’s voice from behind Geoff. Michael may stillbe limping from where cops shot him in the leg, but he was still quick enoughto grab a gun and be pointing it right at Jeremy’s head. Jeremy goes numb andsqueaks out, “I swear, I didn’t-“ Geoff holds up a hand to Michael. Michaeldoesn’t shoot, but he doesn’t put the gun down either. And then Geoff ispicking Jeremy up by the collar and shoving him against the wall. “Are. You.Wired?” Jeremy shakes his head. “Are your friendson their way? To finish up the fucking job their boss started?”

“They’re n- I’m- I didn’t-“

Michael explodes. “Answer the fucking question!”

“N-No. No, nobody’s coming.”

“So whatthen? You found out who Ryan was on your own? Stalked him for however long,finally managed to follow him here? Gonna round them up to kill us all when we’resleeping?”

“Geoff,” Ryan quietly calls from where he’ssitting.

“No,I-I swear, I’d never-“

“You were gonna take us out by yourself?”

“I didn’tknow!” Jeremy cuts in, breathing heavily, absolutely fucking terrified.That makes Geoff pause, his grip loosening a little bit and he squints insuspicion. Michael only takes a small step closer with the pistol. “I swear tofucking God, I didn’t know. I justdid grunt work for them, f-for like two weeks. I don’t even know who was in onit, or where the hell they got the information from, I was sad when you- It felt wrong, it always felt wrong. I haven’t heardfrom anyone else who got out, I didn’t even know anyone else did. I swear, I promise. Please,I didn’t know who Ryan was, I had no fucking idea, not until last night. I’mnot going to tell anyone, I’m not going to do anything, I didn’t know. I didn’t know.” Somewhere in his brokenpleading, Ryan had called Geoff’s name again, and suddenly the older man isripped away from Jeremy and he slumps against the wall a little. Ryan hasgotten up, grabbed Geoff by the shoulder and yanked him away. His expression isgrim and Jeremy has never seen him look this deadly serious. Geoff opens hismouth to protest, but doesn’t. After a moment of tense silence, Ryan speaks up.

“If Jeremy says he didn’t know, then he didn’tknow.”

Nobody in the room speaks after that. Geoffand Ryan stare at each other, Ryan’s hand still on Geoff’s shoulder, Geoffdefiantly setting his jaw. Jeremy glances around the room, sees Michael slowlylowering the gun and staring at Ryan with a bewildered expression, sees Gavinin the corner looking vaguely horrified (he’s kicking himself really, becauseRyan had him look into Jeremy all those months ago didn’t he, but he thoughtnothing of it, only did a surface check. If only he’d looked a little deeper, maybe Ryan wouldn’t have endedup bloody bringing the guy here), sees Jack hovering near Gavin glancing withopen curiosity between Ryan and Jeremy. Because, you see, calling Jeremy afriend is one thing, but the only people Ryan has ever truly trusted in his life as far as the Fakesknow is them. And earning Ryan’strust is not an easy feat to accomplish, either. Really, the fact that Jeremyhas somehow wormed his way into Ryan’s heart enough for the man to totally andcompletely trust him is one thing, but the fact that the others have never heard Ryan breathe so much of aword about him is extremely telling of how much damage these past months have doneto them. Not just as a crew, but as a family.

Eventually, Geoff lets out a long sigh andnods. Whatever facial expression conversation the two of them were having seemsto be over and apparently Ryan trusting that Jeremy isn’t about to stab themall in the back is enough for now. Geoff wordlessly walks into the kitchen andsnags Jack’s arm on the way out, pulling her along with him. “What the fuck,Ryan?” Michael snaps, more out of confusion than genuine anger now. Ryan glaresover at him and Michael mumbles, “wow, okay, fine” before shoving the gun inthe back of his jeans and limping as angrily as possible after Geoff and Jackas well. Ryan’s gaze turns to Gavin, who purses his lips and takes a stepforward. Ryan doesn’t want to talk to him right now though, doesn’t want totalk to any of them really for leaping to conclusions about Jeremy like that, fucking hell, they don’t even know him. Maybe that’s partially hisfault, but shit, when was he meant to bring up that he had a massive crush on aguy while they were meant to be undercover? He looks over at Jeremy now,leaning against the wall, still looking half scared to death, pale as a sheetand shaking. Ryan deflates a little bit at the sight and reaches for him. Jeremyseems to jerk into reality, and looks up at Ryan’s face with wide eyes,standing up and reaching out towards him too. Ryan pulls him in for a hug,cradling him against his chest, careless of how it jostles his ribs. Jeremytakes a few deep breaths and Ryan lightly squeezes him reassuringly. He knows Gavin iswatching, he knows Gavin wants to talk to him. He can’t bring himself to care.He gently pries Jeremy off of him and holds him by the shoulders, leading himback outside. Gavin says his name softly but Ryan ignores him and closes thefront door behind them.

They’re standing on the porch and it’sstarted raining lightly outside and poor Jeremy still looks shell-shocked andRyan just wants to hug the shit out of him. But that would probably hurt themboth so instead he settles for asking, “Are you okay?”

Jeremy looks at him with a tiny frown. “I…”He opens and closes his mouth a few times, not seeming to be able to form thewords. Ryan doesn’t blame him. He knows Geoff – Ramsey – is a terrifying man to have on your bad side. Ryan heardJeremy talking not even a few hours ago about how he had always looked up tothe Fakes – another one of Jeremy’s hopes he supposes has just been shattered.Ryan gives him a sad smile. “Go home, Jeremy. My wallet’s inside. I’ll pay forthe taxi. Go home and try to get some rest. I’ll sort this out.”

Jeremy shakes his head. “What if they don’tbelieve you, Ryan?”

“They will,” he says firmly. He knows he canconvince the others to trust him – but Jeremy doesn’t.

“But what if they don’t? What if they didn’t believe me? Shit, I know theydidn’t. What if they come after me? What if you can’t stop them? I didn’t knowanything about what my boss was doing, Ryan, but they have me on a fucking hit list! I don’t have anywhere to go,Ryan, how am I supposed to go home? Gavin already looked up where I live, Jesus Christ, what if they think I’m-“

Ryan breaks off Jeremy’s ramblings by kissinghim.

They haven’t kissed before, not even comeclose, but it feels like it’s been a long time coming. Ryan presses his lips toJeremy’s and the shorter man melts instantly, tilting his head back andreaching for Ryan, fingers tangling in his shirt. Ryan cups Jeremy’s neck with one hand and the other man leans up on his tip toes as theydeepen the kiss. Jeremy tastes sweet and the air smells like rain and theirbeards scratch together and god, Ryanhas been craving this.

They break apart and Ryan half expects Jeremyto go catatonic, but it’s the complete opposite. Jeremy has stopped shaking,his shoulders have relaxed, and he’s giving Ryan a small smile. Ryan returns itwith a smile of his own. They don’t say anything more. They don’t need toreally. Jeremy trusts Ryan, and Ryan trusts Jeremy.

#fahc #fake ah crew #ragehappy #jeremwood #armadillos can write #this might as well go under my fanfic too #my fanfic #ask #prompt fill #jeremwood coffeeshop fahc au #this is like 6 pages on word fuck me #it is legit 3.1k words #this escalated from headcanon to drabble to practically a fic very quickly omg #thank you so much anon though like you might be the first one who’s ever sent me a bunch of asks wanting to share headcanons before <3 #I appreciate you a lot haha thank you again :')

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Tagging Game

I was tagged here by @deanssweetheart23 (honey, I’ve been a bad reader to you lately too, so don’t worry about a thing!) And I have to tag 20 people, but I’m too lazy, so I’m tagging everyone who sees this.

1. Drink? Is this like what I drank last? If so, it’s an Ultimate Chocolate Shake from Arby’s (I made the horrible discovery that between 2 and 5pm, their shakes are only $1... and there’s an Arby’s right by my work...)

2. Phone call? My dad. He didn’t answer me. Pretty sure he ignored my call. But, to be fair, I did call him when he was probably at work so...

3. Texting? My dad. Again. Love that guy.

4. Song you listened to? The ending credit song for Die Hard. My roommate’s boyfriend brought it over because neither of us had seen it and apparently that was a crime because it is the best Christmas movie of all time and after seeing it, I now agree with him and Jake Peralta. 

5. Time you cried? Bitch, I’m on my period. Probably easier to ask when I haven’t been crying.

6. Dated someone twice? Nope.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it? Nope.

8. Been cheated on? No.

9. Lost someone special? Unfortunately

10. Been depressed? Again, unfortunately yes.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up? Nope!

Favorite colors 12. Dramatic shades of purple 13.  Elegant shades of blue/teal 14. Black

in the last year, have you… 15. Made new friends? Yes!!! Great ones!!! 

16. Fallen out of love? With a person? No... With things and stuff and experiences and shit like that? Yes. 

17. Laughed until you cried? Uh, yeah. My roommate and I used to sit in the dark after we finished a movie and we would talk and talks in the dark at midnight are basically the best friend equivalent of getting high, but without the drugs. 

18. Found out someone was talking about you? Talking shit about me? No. 

19. Met someone who changed you? *Cue me and my current roommate dramatically singing “For Good” from Wicked*

20. Found out who your friends are? I have like, three friends. And that small number is because I don’t consider people my friends until I’ve thoroughly vetted them and know that they’re good people. So if I ever consider you my friend, just know that you’re my friend for life. 

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list? No. Would I ever kiss someone on my Facebook? I mean... there are a few I would consider....

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life? Nearly all of them I think. Thing about small towns is that you recognize names, but you don’t know if you actually know them in real life or not, so...

23. Do you have any pets? My roommate has two dogs, so I now have two dogs too!! 

24. Do you want to change your name? What would I change it to? I probably won’t even change my last name if I get married because there are just too many good puns with my last name.

25. What did you do for your last birthday? Um... Let’s see... my friends threw me a pretty great party. There was so much sugar and then my sister (who lives three hours away) just happened to be on her way up to go camping with her friend, so they dropped by for a few minutes which was GREAT! And my other friend took me out for ice cream (I think?) earlier that day. Maybe we went to Hastings for it’s closing sale? I can’t remember. It was almost a year ago.

26. What time did you wake up? 8:30ish? 

27. What were you doing at midnight last night? Possibly sleeping. Possibly on tumblr. Possibly writing. Dude, once it gets past ten I don’t look at the clock.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: I’m actually pretty good right now. Like, I’m excited for Wonder Woman to come out on DVD. I really want my friend to come back from Ireland and Vegas (she’s been gone all summer and I miss her like CRAZY). I want a family weekend at the lake. But I’m not in that “I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS” stage on any of those.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom? Yesterday! I went home for the weekend and got some of that great Wyoming Hospitality!

31. What are you listening to right now? My fan running. Cars going up and down the street every few minutes. 

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Yes... I know of one, but I’ve probably spoken to more.

33. Something that is getting on your nerves? Drivers in this state. Seriously, I was going 20 mph over and this person still passed me on a 2 lane road. Then not even three minutes later we were stuck behind someone going 20 mph under and we couldn’t pass them. And don’t even get me started on in town driving. Grrrrr

34. Most visited website? Tumblr

35. Hair color? Brown

36. Long or short hair? Medium

37. Do you have a crush on someone? Nope!!

38. What do you like about yourself? Determination

39. Piercings: No. I can’t afford to get obsessed with another piece of jewelry. My wallet already screams at me every time I look at necklaces or scarves.

40. Blood type: I literally asked my mom this question a few weeks ago and I already forgot. It’s O something, I think.

41. Nickname: Bop is the most common. My friend (the one who abandoned me to spend a summer in Vegas and Ireland) calls me Aubs.

42. Relationship status: Single as can possibly be!

43. Zodiac: Virgo

44. Pronouns: She/Her

45. Favorite tv show: Close tie between Supernatural & Brooklyn Nine-Nine

46. Tattoos: Nope. I’ve been considering it, but maybe after I graduate and can afford one.

47. Right or left handed: Right

48. Surgery: Wisdom teeth? Does that count? And I had oral surgery once before, so I actually have 6 fewer teeth than some people.

49. Piercing: Look back at #39

50. Sport: Tennis! I don’t play much, if at all, anymore, but I still love it. And does dancing crazily around my apartment count? Because I do that too.

51. Vacation: Va--vacation? Like... downtime?? Like, not working? Wha--what’s that?

52. Pair of trainers: I am American.

53. Eating: I just had some pizza that my roommate’s boyfriend bought us (Seriously, I love that guy. My roommate better not lose him because he’s great)

54. drinking: I should be drinking water. Hydrate and stuff. But then I’ll wake up at 3 am and have to pee...

55. I’m about to: Go to sleep? Okay.... probably write... Or procrastinate both writing and sleeping...

56. Waiting for? The next season of so many shows

57. Want? To TRAVEL!!! ALL OVER THE WORLD!!! 

58. Get married?  Eh

59. Career? Yeah. I’m hoping for something that helps me be financially secure, something that funds my world travels, something that supports my entire houseful of dogs...

60. Hugs or kisses? I’m a sucker for a good hugger. I’ve yet to find someone who hugs as good as my brother does, though

61. Lips or eyes? Eyes are great.

62. Shorter or taller? I’m already tall, so I’m always excited to find someone taller than me

63. Older or younger? Older probably. 

64. Nice arms or nice stomach? Arms. Dude. The arms define the hug.

65. Hook up or relationship? I’d probably have to say hook up. I’m not looking for anything serious or even remotely relationship-y at all.

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. 

67. Kissed a stranger: Nope.

68. Drank hard liquor: No, ma’am

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I’ve forgotten my glasses at various places, but I’ve always found them.

70. Turned someone down: Yes, it happens sometimes

71. Sex on the first date? First date? I don’t do the whole “date” thing.

72. Broken someone’s heart: Nope. I don’t let anyone get close enough to break their hearts.

73. Had your heart broken: Not romantically.

74. Been arrested: No

75. Cried when someone died: Yes

76. Fallen for a friend: Nope

do you believe in… 77. Yourself? Generally no

78. Miracles? Not really

79. Love at first sight? Nope (unless it’s a dog. I always love dogs at first sight)

80. Santa Claus? Nope

81. Kiss on the first date? Check out my answer to number 71. But I guess... maybe a kiss. If it was a good date.

82. Angels? Nope.

other 83. Current best friend’s name: Jessica

84. Eye color: Brown

85. Favorite movie: Phantom of the Opera. That movie speaks to my soul. And Now You See Me changed my entire world. I can quote nearly the entirety of The Princess Bride. 

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