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jenkinstheartis · 8 months

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Noname Sundial

August 11, 2023 | 11 songs ; 32 minutes

so lovely, makes me feel black, pink and pretty. album cover looks ai generated? why?

she’s honing her sound now, perfecting it might i say!

★ = faves

one.black mirror: 8 out 10

so smooth, such a smooth way to pull me in. speaks to me in riddles. even smoother on the way out! sweet lil introduction, i always feel like she’s introducing herself to us at the beginning of her albums.

"am i supposed to feel this different? / like my rent's paid? / the devil's dead"

two.hold me down: 8.7 out of 10

(feat. Jimetta Rose & Voices of Creation)

nothing could compare to a black choir. her voice and alliteration, she kinda bragging on her skills, she's just too good sometimes.

"we too can cause harm, we should really link arms / they already take arms, a factory, fake farms / they killers, why we help them kills us?"

★ three.balloons: 9 out of 10

(feat. Jay Electronica & Eryn Allen Kane)

wanna listen to this while wearing leather and those skinny red sunglasses. and i wanna sit across from you with a cup of tea and over-analyze this song to you. her voice is something real iykyk.

"casual white fans / who invented the voyeur? / fascinated with mourning, they hope her trauma destroy her "

four.boomboom: 6 out of 10

(feat. ayoni)

im not a real fan of her earlier attempts at this genre (montego bae) but i do like this the more I listen to it so it’s an ever growing 6.

"i’m black, i’ve been black, fuck what you thought"

★ five.potentially the interlude: 9 out 10

y’all know jon bap? him and her, just like this <3. the flow of this is strong n slight. i love words and potential is threatening here, my potential is threatening to myself in this mindset. (this song feels slanted, don’t ask)

"if you were just a little bit more pretty / wrote a bit like kenny / you would have a life worth livin"

★ six.namesake: 10 out of 10

futuristic jazz spoken word. dread but encouraging. (jon bap born into this) reminds me of the 20s when they had those short lil bumped bobs and those planes flying over they heads with the smoke and perfectly tailored dresses.

"watch the fighter jet fly high / war machine gets glamorized / we play the game to pass the time / go noname go"

seven.beauty supply: 7 out of 10

great song, one of those that make me go “why do yt people listen to noname” (i know why I’m not stupid). makes me think of all the shitting that was done on the natural hair movement and how we went no where fr. bc it was taken over by yt folks

"cosplay a new identity, same enemy, / me / when I believe i’m prettier with my weave / when i could see the forest behind the trees / i’ll be free"

eight.toxic: 8 out of 10

triumph, healing, prosperity, and noname. what do all these things have in common? this song! this brings me back to window (my fave noname song fr)

"Never again in my new, new life, I treat me well"

nine.afro futurism: 7.5 out of 10

short but sweet. "how can you be getting it and innocent at the same time?" a little ode to the work she does outside of music and why she does it.

"this a dog eat dog world / she got family to hunt"

ten.gospel?: 4 out of 10

(feat. $ilkMoney, billy woods & STOUT)

love that she asked! The answer is no! i mean like her verse eats but the rest isn't for me. it can grow on me but i can't make it pass her verse and if i do i skip the last one. not for me but not everything is!

"wherever black people sleep, pray for them / pray for me, pray for me, pray for me"

★ twelve.oblivion: 10 out of 10

(feat common & ayoni)

okay common! great way to end the album. i love the word oblivion, no one’s around: oblivion, no one’s listening: oblivion. ayoni's voice is also amazing, she has a new fan and we can all thank noname.

"when the world blows up, that’s it / muthafucker I don’t care imma talk my shit / into oblivion."

Final (Serious) Thoughts noname brings attention to the commercial consumption of black people, explicitly black woman at times, in the media and how it feeds into capitalism. she calls out all the musicians in the spotlight profiting off black woe and black sorrow while living lavish, far away from it. she brings light to the destruction of consumerism that's happening within the black community. noname's enemy is capitalism and she's telling us, begging us to make it ours too. overall, this is a very well put together album and was so worth the wait.

lyrics from azlyrics and apple music.

#noname sundial #noname rapper #rap music #rnbmusic #music review #music #lyrics

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rebel-without-cause-x · 4 years

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Fight For Love

Jax Teller x Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested by: @chibsytelford I have a request - Chibs and Jax want the same woman - she doesn't know them, so they compete for her attention by like buying her flowers or whatnot. You can decide who wins her, if either of them do!

Taglist: @talicat713 @nothingeverdies @mrspeacem1nusone @teapartydreams @corebore123 @khyharah @itmejado

Parking your car in an empty space you slowly climbed out, every part of your body that could be crossed was right now. You was in desperate need of a job and ever since you moved to charming you had no luck that was until you heard Teller-Morrow was looking for a new mechanic. You literally jumped at the chance, cars where your life, blood and soul.

Glancing back at your car you smirked at the candy red fiesta ST shining proudly in the sun.

"You don't see many of them over here" a women smiled "is it an import?"

"Yeah she is" you smiled "couldn't live without my beast, what gave it away, the plates or the fact it's right hand drive"

"Both" she laughed "I'm Gemma"

"Y/N" you smiled "I phoned up about the mechanic position"

"Okay follow me sweetie, I will show you around the lot then we will have a chat" Gemma nodded.

As you was walking around the actual garage, you saw someone struggling, mainly because they had the wrong tool.

"I don't mean to intrude but try using the ratchet with the extender and the 20mm socket it will make your life easier" you smiled softly. "You will get slightly more leverage on the nut then it should crack"

"Thanks lass" the scott nodded swapping tools, a grinned formed on his face as he managed to finally get the blasted nut off. "How did ye know wha size from tha far away?"

"Cars are my passion, grew up working on them back home as my dad was a mechanic" you nodded, everyone always looked impressed that you knew your shit, mainly because there wasn't many female mechanics.

"I'm Filip by the way but everyone calls me Chibs" he smiled.

"Y/N" you nodded before following Gemma again.

Once she had shown your around she took you into the office, you was grateful it wasn't a proper interview.

"So from what you have told me, I am impressed with your knowledge not may girls know their way around an engine" she smiled "and I think you will be a good fit around here so can you start tomorrow?"

"Of course I can" you beamed "I can be here for 7.30, am I okay bringing my own tools?"

"Whatever makes you feel at home" Gemma smiled "I will get my son to follow you home and he can load them into the truck so you have them for morning, I will also get you some overalls and shirts with your name on"

"Thank you for this opportunity you won't regret it" you grinned at her.

After around 10 minutes a blond guy approached you.

"I'm assuming you are Y/N" he smirked.

"The one and only" you grinned lighting a smoke.

"Jax" he nodded "mom said you needed a hand moving some tools over"

"Urm yeah you might need to of yas" you smirked "let's just say I have a few"

"Not very often you get females in the mechanic game" Jax nodded as his eyes ran over your car "but something tells me you are a car girl"

"What gives that away" you laughed unlocking the car.

"Just a feeling" he winked "imma just get Chibs then we will follow you"

You leant against the wing of your car with a smirk on your face. Something told you that you was going to have fun working here. Seen as the two guys you had seen were very easy on the eye.

- - -

All the boys were chilling around the lot.

"It's nice to get another female around here" Jax laughed as he grabbed a beer.

"Aye, with ye on tha one" Chibs smirked "something tells me she's gunna fit in"

"Just one thing that's bugging me" Jax said sitting down "that accent"

"It's definitely a British accent but not sure where abouts" Chibs nodded. "Will ask her in the morning seen as Gem has asked me to be here for when she arrives"

Neither guy knew that they essentially were both infatuated with the same girl.

---

It had been a week since you had started at TM and you got on with the guys like a house on fire.

"Yo Y/N/N" Jax's voice boomed through the garage.

"Wha now Teller" You shouted from under the car you was working on "I'm kinda busy"

"Brought you lunch seen as you haven't stopped all day" He laughed

"Urm hate to brake it to you buddy" You laughed rolling out from under the car, grabbing your drink "Chibs beat you to it bout an hour ago"

"Bloody scott" Jax mumbled under his breath looking pissed off.

The last thing you needed was the boys starting a war over you.

"Jax it's fine, imma gal with a big appetite" You smiled taking the bag of food off him, instantly the smell of chicken nuggets hit you making your mouth water. "Thanks"

This had been going on for the last couple of days, one of them would buy you food or there would be two iced coffees sat on your tool chest when you rolled into work, you knew what was happening they were both trying to win you over. You wasn't going to lie you loved the attention. One day there was even a small bunch of flowers laying on your tool chest, you appreciated the gesture but flowers set your hayfever off but you didn't tell the lads that.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Jax asked offering you a smoke which you gratefully took. "There is a party tonight and you are part of this family now so you gotta come"

"I will be here" You nodded "But I will be working on the beast, she needs a tune up, new breaks and I've killed the tyres"

"That's cuz you race everywhere" Jax laughed. "I guess I will see you later yeah"

"Yuup" You nodded popping the p.

Not even 10 minutes later Chibs strolled up smiling at you.

"Ye need a hand Lass?" He asked leaning against the wall watching you bend over the engine.

"I'm good thanks Chibs just about done on this one" You nodded looking up at him.

"I might hang around for a bit if that's okay wi ye" He smirked.

"Knock yoursen out me duck" You winked

"You say some weird things" He chuckled shaking his head.

The party was in full swing, yet you was holed up in the garage, you was never one for parties, preferred the car scene, going to shows and meets but unfortunately none of that happened in Charming.

From outside the garage you heard arguing, but with your head in the engine bay you couldn't see who it was and could only faintly hear what they was talking about. Brushing it off you went back to working on your car.

It had got to the point where Jax and Chibs had ditched the party and was hanging with you. The banter was flowing and you was flirting with both as you all worked on your car until the early hours of the morning.

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Over the next month more gifts appeared, from flowers, chocolate, iced coffee, food. As much as you liked the attention, you didn’t know how much longer you would let it go on for. Both guys where constantly fighting for your attention and it was kinda making your head spin. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose, it’s was more you couldn’t choose, you had amazing connections with both guys and clicked over different things. Also you had been burnt badly in the past and wanted to give your heart a break from relationships.

Another day meant another argument between the two over you. Dropping your spanner on the floor, the sound of the metal hitting the concrete drew the attention of both guys.

“Look I am fucking flattered that you are both fighting for my attention but this needs to fucking stop” you said causing them to look shocked at your outburst. “I know what you are doing, all the gifts I walk in to, you are both tryna win me over”

“So who would you pick?” Jax asked cockily making you shake your head.

“Yeah me or him lass?” Chibs asked.

Sighing to yourself as you lent on the bonnet of the car you was working on, you hated being put on the spot.

“Honestly neither of yas” you said watching their faces drop. “Look I moved from Derbyshire and over to Charming to escape my past, I was in a very volatile relationship, one that I finally put an end to after 10 years. So right now I don’t want love, I don’t want a relationship okay”

Both guys stared at you dumbfounded.

“You are both amazing and honestly if I had to chose I don’t think I would be able to, I click with both of you in different ways” you shrugged. “It was fun seeing how far you would take it, but now you are arguing over me every day I need to put a stop to it”

“A understand lass” Chibs nodded.

“So no more gifts, no more lunches” you smiled “well maybe don’t stop the iced coffees” you winked before getting back to work.

As the guys waked into the club house you could hear them bickering away like an old married couple.

“We both know she would have chose me anyway” Jax laughed playfully pinching Chibs.

“Ye wish Jackie Boy” Chibs laughed.

You knew full well that whilst you was part of this crazy family they wouldn’t stop fighting for your attention. Let’s blame that on them other being alpha males. But you knew that you would never get bored whilst they tried to eventually to win you over.

#jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller one shot #jax teller fanfiction #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford imagine #chibs telford one shot #chibs telford fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy one shot

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il-papa-patata · 4 years

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Not So Scary Mary

You wake up from a nightmare in Mary’s apartment. He’s unexpectedly helpful as you try to fall back asleep.

Mary Goore/gender neutral reader, nightmares, Freshly Washed Mary

T for language

You bolt awake.

The dream tumbles after you, the heat of it dissipating but lingering in the clamminess of your skin, the way your heart pounds. You search for anything – details about the dream, anything to grasp onto, to laugh at – you always laugh at your nightmares after they happen, or at least try to – but this one just lingers, vibrant red and sicking to your skin like sand in all the wrong places.

It's not your bed, and not your apartment, so when you spring awake, you can't reach to the same places you do normally, can't reach beside your bed for the old dog plush you got for your sixth birthday, with its flopsy ears worn down over the years and the nose almost gone. You can't take one of the old-man hard candies from your nightstand and suck it against your teeth until you feel its warm flavor all the way down your throat, some sort of normalcy in the face of terror.

You can, in this place, reach for Mary Goore.

Who is already awake.

He's already half-up, blearily wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. You feel bad – the man barely sleeps as it is, and yet here you are waking him up with something like this-

You forget how pretty he is with all the makeup wiped off.

He looks up at you, hazel eyes almost silver in the darkness, face thin and sharp, lips full and parted. Despite your rude awakening, his expression's clear, face neutral and maybe even a little concerned.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, the heat of the dream clinging to you like spiderwebs, “Just a nightmare-”

“Hey,” he says, resting his long hand on your shoulder, “S'okay. You want some water?”

“Y-yeah.”

He dips over to his side of the bed and hands you a still mostly-full water bottle, crinkled along its edges. He pulls his knees up as you drink, resting his head on one, just watching you drink down some of the cool water. The night's chilled it a bit, and it eases some of the nightmare heat inside you.

You cap it again when you feel you've had enough and try to hand it back, but he just shakes his head, holding up a hand. You put it back on your side.

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers, reaching out and smoothing a hand over your lower back.

You do.

You do- but...

But what would there be to say? You can't even remember the dream – you could talk about how you sometimes just have these nightmares but it strikes you that Mary might think you're being a little bitch about it-

On the other hand, Mary is surprisingly good about this kind of thing. He always has been.

“I just... have nightmares. Sometimes.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, still stroking your lower back, “Anything about?”

“N...no. I don't think so, anyway. It's just... red when I wake up.”

“Red?”

“The color of your eyelids when it's sunny out.”

“Hm,” he hums, reaching his arm around your waist and leaning his head against you. His hair is clean – you washed it yourself – and it's fluffy where it brushes against you, all soft and wiry. “S' a tough one. Are you scared after 'em?”

You swallow.

You don't want to tell him that his mattress is the only thing that feels safe right now, that you had shivered putting down the water bottle, like it was a raft in a great tumultuous sea, as though his hastily thrown-on sheets were going to keep you safe. That even the moonlight outside twists into something horrid, the lamp you've tripped on six hundred times, the display from the old cassette-clock he convinces you still works becoming something else entirely. You don't want to tell him how long it takes you to feel normal back home, how his apartment – no matter how familiar by daylight – is scaring you.

He doesn't say anything when you fall silent. Instead, he just wraps his arms around you and pulls you back down into the sheets, guiding your head down against his chest, your nose against his ribs and your browbone against his collarbone.

“Shh,” he hushes, so softly, “It's okay.”

“Mare-”

“Shh. I've got you. It's okay. Nothing's gonna get you while I'm here.”

...Oh.

How long have you been wanting to hear that?

To not only be soothed but protected. You don't doubt for a second if anything actually tried to hurt you that Mary would launch at it, ready to fight it off or even kill it.

You sag into his hold, worming your arms around his slim waist, pressing your face more fully into his chest. He's warm, and unexpectedly soft despite how bony he is, and he hushes you quietly, stroking your nape slowly.

“You're...” you mumble, “Surprisingly good at this.”

“Eh, yknow.”

“No, really- you're... good at calming people down. And- you're nice.”

Mary laughs. “Well, my reputation gets outta hand sometimes. People don't believe I can be this feral and nasty and still be nice.”

You try to look up at him, face clean, hair fluffy. You knew he was sweet – you wouldn't be dating him or cuddled into his chest in his apartment if you thought otherwise, but-

No. You see it, here in the dark. The warmth of Mary. The little patient smile.

“You like being nice?”

Mary purses his lips, looking up at the window. “Well, who doesn't?”

“A lot of people think you don't.”

“Do you think that?” he asks, burying his fingers in your hair.

“No,” you say, “You love being nice. But-”

“But...”

“...oh. No, I get it now. The feralness is the niceness. It's-”

The desire to protect, to include, to be warm and to laugh – the violence and the trashiness and all that was that. A reflection, a complement to the kindness and the warmth and his barking laughter.

Mary smiles. His eyes glimmer slightly.

“Hmm,” he hums.

You tuck your head into his chest again, suddenly way too shy at that warm expression. It was usually a smile he smiled at you when he thought you weren't looking, but you'd never caught the full brunt of it, not from two inches away, and not with his arms around you and his legs tangled with yours.

“But yeah, I think you'll be okay.” He murmurs. “I had a lot of nightmares at one point too.”

He pulls you a bit closer, cocooning you against him. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm. Got out of a shitty life, but all of it chased me. Drank a lot to try and keep all of it away but it didn't really work. Anything I didn't deal with during the day, I dealt with at night.”

You breathe for a moment. You never know whether to ask more or not, when he talks about times before anyone here knew him, before he popped into the city covered in blood and screaming.

You choose to say nothing this time. If he tells you, he'll tell you.

“They'll fade. I make a mean cup of chamomile, though, if you can't get back to sleep.”

“Chamomile? You?”

“Yeh.”

He doesn't elaborate further, although you want to press it a bit.

But you figure you're wired as it is, and the proof's in the... tea, so you nod.

He helps you up, slowly – reaches over the side of his bed for a discarded hoodie which he drapes around your shoulders. It sits a little weird there, but it's comfortable, a nice protection against the chill of the night.

The two of you move into the kitchen, past his second-ish-hand couch. He has a stool obviously pilfered from some bar against his counter, and he perches you there as he goes puttering about.

You breathe deeply.

His house- well, his apartment- smells like him. Something old, something like dark hair warmed by the sun, the smell of smoke, this faint peppery thing. You never thought you'd get used to it – at its worst it's boldly organic, almost gross – but like this, settling around you and into your clothing and skin, it's pleasant.

Mary sets the kettle going – you didn't expect him to have one, and it's tiny, but it's enough for two cups of tea. He pulls down two mugs – one that looks like it's real china, a delicate porcelain thing, and the other a sturdy, obviously corporate mug for a bank.

You aren't sure which confuses you more.

“You worked in a bank?”

“Mhm,” he hums, spooning a bit of honey into it, “Kept the building running.”

“Don't you have an arrest record?”

“Didn't then. Helped pay for my first move.”

“Huh.”

He takes down a canister – it's beautiful, covered in intricate, sparkling cloth, a little thing. He pulls off the lid, and a second lid, and smells the contents. “Still fresh.”

He puts the leaves into two small steepers – both shaped like flowers – and covers them over with the freshly boiled water.

He leans back against the counter, humming quietly. You can't pick out the tune, but it's something kind of familiar. Most people knew his growl, but he had a perfectly nice voice when he sang.

He comes over to you, taking your hands in his and swaying your hands back and forth, humming softly. It's kind of weird – like he's playing with a puppet or trying to get you to dance – but you laugh anyway, bouncing your hands along with whatever he's singing, placid-faced and jaunty in his little galley kitchen.

“You're cute,” you tell him, and he sticks out his chin, frowning deeply while still playing with your hands.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Imma kick your ass.”

“Try me,” you grin up at him, “You're the one singing love songs and dancing with me in your kitchen.”

He flushes, pouting slightly. “Whatever. Can't even hold my sweetheart's hands without someone accusing me of being cute?”

“You really calling me your sweetheart and trying to convince me you're not cute?”

“Shush.”

“Really though,” you say when he lets your hands go, settling your feet up on one of the bars on the stool, “You're such a contradiction sometimes.”

“Con-tro-dik-tee-on? Whazzat?”

“Don't play dumb,” you smirk, “You aren't stupid no matter how much you pretend. You read those academic texts like they're gonna disappear every time your friends bring them over.”

He purses his lips. “Hey, I'm a high-school dropout, you can't be mean to me.”

“What was the title of the last one? A Critique of Foucauldian Governmentality?”

“I'm frankly surprised you remembered that, but yes, and it was a very good article I will have you know.”

“You seemed super into it.”

“I am a slut for Foucault, so.”

You giggle.

He hands you the bank mug, scooping out the steeper with his fingers. He takes up the fine porcelain cup, and even though it's a bit of a contrast – its delicate, blush-pink glaze and gilt handle matching the still-slight flush on his cheeks and the warmth of his eyes in the quiet light of the kitchen – it's not a mismatch. Mary was like that, you think, just a collection of things that didn't seem to go together but felt natural when they were united.

You bump your ankle against his knee, and he shuffles over to you, standing in between your knees. You sip the tea as he does, commenting, “But I like it.”

“Like what?”

“That you're contradictory. Sweet and violent. Depraved but also-” you reach up with your free hand to stroke his jaw, chuckling when he sags into the touch like an eager street cat, “Surprisingly innocent.”

“You want me to show you that depravity?” he growls, grinning and fixing you with a stare that turns your guts to mush.

“Another time, maybe.”

The stare breaks and his expression melts into a little smile. “Aw, okay.”

“I mean, not that I don't want to fuck in your kitchen at 2:54am, and I don't think you're working tomorrow, but...” You shift, sipping more of the tea, “Still feeling kind of fragile.”

“S'okay, you don't gotta qualify why you're not up for it. All I need's the 'no'.”

He dips his head and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and continuing to hum, the pretty, petal-like cup held close in his hands. You think you might want to lean up, to kiss his plush lips, but you don't. It's too late, and the chamomile is working, and your shoulders are slumping. You'd probably fall asleep kissing him.

Maybe another time for that, though. That sounds really nice.

He notices. Of course he does. And without complaint, he sets your cups on the counter and picks you up, cradling you against his shoulder. You feel like a kid again, passed out in the car, the same comfort of being brought inside and tucked in.

He sets you down again on the mattress, huffing a breath when he loses his grip on you. He gently pries the covers out from under you, settling them over your shoulders, batting away your hands when you try to help.

He climbs under the covers too, tugging his pillow closer and shimmying up alongside you, tucking his ankle against yours. You're drifting now, the chamomile and the quiet of his apartment and that familiar scent of him all lulling you back to sleep, but you still feel it when he gently kisses your forehead, smooths his fingers along your scalp, and murmurs, “No more bad dreams, now.”

#mary goore #repugnant #patata fic #not so scary mary C:

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crusnikroxas · 4 years

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Another Deisy shitpost, this time with vine quotes/references >:)

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Y/n: How would you describe love?

Sans hungry asf: love ... is ...

Sans, drooling: a baked ... sweet potato

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Y/n the morning before hanging out with Undyne for the first time: Get up I’m tryna see some fish tiddies!

Sans: all you talk about is some fish tiddies.

Y/n: ...

Sans: say something else.

Y/n: ... tiddies.

—

Sans: I’ve been getting a ton of work done.

Papyrus:

Sans: a skele-ton

Y/n walking into the room: This is the comedy police, the jokes too funny!

Sans: I’m not going back to jail!

—

Y/n waking up after flowey attacked her: motherf-

Papyrus giving her the stern stare:

Y/n: trucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

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Gaster in the future (if he gets outta the void): Hey son, so I was using your computer today, and I took a look at your browser history-

Papyrus: Nyeh it’s not what it looks-

Gaster: it’s just pages and pages of pictures of pasta.

—

Sans wearing slippers in the snow:

Y/n: What are thoooose!

Sans: they are my slippers >:(

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Grillby and Sans threatening Mike in the bar while Y/n is crying:

Johan and Seymour: Can I get a burger? Can I please get a burger?

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Y/n giving $200 to that teen cashier before climbing the mountain: All I wanna tell you is school is not important. Be whatever you wanna be. If you wanna be a dog ... RUFF ya know?

—

Y/n’s magic exploding after trying lionheart:

Sans: wOW

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Y/n accidentally letting it slip that her and Sans sleep in the same bed: And they were roomates

Alphys and Mettaton writing a fanfic: oh my stars they were roomates ...

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Y/n to everyone at the sleepover after waking up with a massive magic hangover: In today’s forecast you can clearly see that someone got me fucked up.

—

Sans drunk asf: oh my stars I love Grillby’s

Grillby:

Sans: Grillby’s is my life.

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Undyne seeing Sans and Y/n cuddling: What the fuck? Is this allowed? What the fuck?

Undyne pointing: Is that allowed?

Sans glaring: stop.

—

Sans threatening Mike: What the fuck is up Mike?

Mike: pleas-

Sans: no what did you say? What the fuck dude? Step the fuck up Mike.

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Gaster walking around in the CORE: Railing work ahead?

Gaster chuckling: Uh, yeah I sure hope it does.

Gaster: *trips and falls into the CORE because of no railings*

(Not quite sure of this is how it happened canonically but I’ve seen other fanfics say that this is how it happened pls let me know if I’m wrong or if I just don’t remember or the fic just hasn’t mentioned it yet also oof that got dark)

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Y/n showing Undyne her soul to convince her to not steal it:

Undyne:

Y/n: I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me.

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Y/n to her old boss: Next time you put your fucking hands on me imma fucking rip your face off bitch.

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Alphys: Have you ever had a dream where you

Alphys: um that you

Alphys: you had - you could

Alphys: you do - you wi-

Alphys: you wants - you

—

Sans: what did you say?

Y/n: I said whoever poked my cheek, ya moms a hoe!

—

Sans flopping on the couch: I have crippling depression

—

Y/n after she learned Flowey basically sexually assaulted her: That wasn’t very cash money of you>:(

—

Gaster: I need to get into shape.

Y/n: goopy is a shape though.

—

(Now for a hypothetical situation since we never really got to know what happened to mike at least not yet)

Sans: *kills Mike*

Y/n: He’s dead.

Sans: ...

Y/n giving sans a judgmental look:

Sans sarcastically: “not the dickhead” what do you want me to say?

—

Papyrus finally snapping after one too many puns: Everybody, excuse my pottymouth. SHUT THE FUCK UP!

—

Y/n to Karen’s before falling underground: You know I think those “live, laugh, love” signs should be changed to “alive, ahaha, fuck.”

—

Alphys pulling out the twister mat:

Y/n: aw fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.

—

Grillby explaining everyone’s drinks: Two shots of vodka-

Y/n getting piss drunk after trying everyone else’s drinks:

—

Undyne swinging a spear: Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side!

—

Sans after smoking dog treats with doggo, crying over a poster hysterically: *unintelligible mumbling*

Papyrus shaking his head: Sans, that’s a poster for Mettaton’s debut.

Sans pausing his sobbing: ... huh?

—

Sans at McDonald’s in the surface: hey excuse me what’s the difference between normal ketchup and this packet that says fancy ketchup?

Worker: well you see this one ... says fancy on it.

Sans: aw sweet I’ll take 12.

—

Y/n: Wanna go get Grillby’s?

Sans: aw I can’t I only have like 69 cents.

Y/n: ah you know what that means;)

Sans tearing up: I don’t have enough money for french fries

—

Sans: is there anything better than pussy?

Y/n: Yes, a really good book:)

—

Sans to Flowey and Y/n’s old boss: you better watch out. You better watch out. You better watch out. You better watch out!

—

Mettaton singing Beyoncé: Bring the beat in!🎶

Papyrus running towards him with a beet in his hands: Anything for you Mettaton!

—

Flowey threatening to attack eventually:

Sans: I hope the fuck you do you’ll be a dead son of a bitch I’ll tell you that.

—

Papyrus: NO SWEARING ON MY PROFILE!

Papyrus: No heck’s, no fricks, and no double decker dicks!

—

Yet again this turned out a lot longer than I thought it’d be haha, I could go on forever. Anyways I hope you liked them, vine will forever be missed but at least we can still make memes out of it :)

SUMITTED BY YUCKYDRAWS

....I only....can have...one reaction....(because most of these were just too damn perfect)

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pikachugirl1250 · 5 years

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I guess no one’s made a post with quotes from the amazing Sonic ‘06 dub so here’s my master post:

“Oh man, I hope somebody fucks up the fireworks.” *literally 3 seconds later, the entire place is being blown up*

“O N E!” *said by Sonic in front of Elise*

“We always miss the ice cream airship, Tails!”

“Hey Rouge, hey Rouge, hey Rouge, we found the computer room.” “Oh fuck the computer room! We can play so much Fortnite in here, dude!”

“So, this is the fabled Tilted Towers.” *the whole cast bursts in laughter*

“That’s what you get for unironically having 69 in your name!”

“Going through the floor. Who do you think you are, Danny Phantom or something?” “My shadow...that’s how I got my name!”

*Mephiles (I’m sorry, Memphis) comes out, violently coughing, then laughs menacingly* “Welcome to Tilted Towers. My name is Memphis Tennessee and I am part lizard.”

“In your future, it looks like you will kiss seven girls. How lucky for you.” “Joke’s on you, if you a true copy of me, you’d know I’m gay!”

*after the Iblis battle* “And then we ate it.”

“I’m not even gonna pretend you were talking about Fortnite. I just really love bringing up my favorite game whenever I can.”

“They don’t treat you like a friend, they treat you like an item.” *the cast starts to laugh hard* “Sometimes I wish I could be more than just an accessory...but unfortunately, as a gamer, I don’t get respect.” “I’m not a gamer, so maybe they’ll respect me!” “That just makes you a beta cuck.” *the cast chokes in laughter*

“OH! OH MY GAWD, SOMEONE HELP ME!” ... “I had to trap Sonic in the hell dimension cause he disrespected gamers.”

“PUBG’S OLD NEWS, EGGMAN! Tetris 99’s where it’s at!”

“Tell it to us in excruciating detail, Tails.” “Well, it was a whole dream— Bye!” “You knew that was coming, you asshole.” *said by Ryan*

“You’re heavy!”

*both Shadow and Rouge turn around quickly* “Sorry, I thought I heard a cat.”

“All around me are familiar Blazes, worn out Blazes, worn out Blaze— IS THAT WHAT A HOUSE LOOKS LIKE?”

“I am happy with myself. I have a Positive Mental Attitude!” “Gawd I wish that were me.”

*a butterfly lands on Sonic’s nose* “This is food, Elise.”

“YOU MUST NEVER RAP AGAIN, OR ELSE THE WORLD WILL BE DESTROYED!” “Have you even heard my mixtape? It’s fire!”

“Aw dammit, I missed my opportunity on Sonic’s next album!”

“You don’t make this fun cause you’re sad!” “I’m always sad!”

“EGGMAN I FUCKED YOUR WIIIIIIIIIIIIFE—“

“I flushed them down the terlet.”

“Listen, you got any weed on you?” “No, what are you the only one who smokes weed here, Knuckles? Except for maybe Rouge. Rouge?” “Speak for yourself, motherfucker!”

“That’s the last fucking time you confuse me with that blue asshole. You did it once before, you did it again. You did it at our wedding, Rouge.” “You just look so much alike!”

“You know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here, I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.” “Hey Silver.” “GAWDDAMMIT!”

“YOU HAD THE WEED THE WHOLE TIME?!” “YOU INTERRUPTED MY BROODING—“

“So, lemme get this straight. You’ve been dating...Sonic? The hedgehog? The blue one? Looks like this?” “I guess? If that’s my story arc, then yes!” *the cast snickers, then bursts into laughter as Amy examines Elise* “Yep, I can kill ya.”

“Wait, Sonic, which of us is the bride? Sonic! SONIC, I NEED AN ANSWER!”

“Go on, Shadow, don’t you support gay rights?”

“Here, do you want some weed?” “I do not have lungs, so I cannot smoke weed. But I will take it anyway, and put it directly into my brain cells. Here we go.” *Omega puts the weed into his chest cavity* “Downloading Weed.exe” “HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

“I was actually meaning to ask you a question: Are you seeing anyone right now? Cause there’s no one sexier than myself.” *Memphis chuckles* “Why? Are you interested because, um, I was actually thinking you and I are pretty similar.” “Bruh, I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t interested.”

“If you die in the game, you die in real life, Shadow the Hedgehog.” “How did you know Sword Art Online was my favorite anime? You should have known that I had terrible taste.”

*I would put it in Omega’s confessions, but the bit is that he’s being ignored*

“Shadow, you are my greatest creation of all time from the battle royale, and now look at you.” “Wait, hold on. Are you my dad?” ... “Well, if you’re my daddy, it makes the last dub horrifying. Gawd.”

“Now I carry around my boyfriend wherever I desire.”

“I didn’t have fun at all. My eyeliner’s ruined, my arms hurt, I got kicked in the head. I hate everything, and I didn’t even know I could do that.”

“How many times are you gonna run? I’ve captured you 17 different times!” “I feel like it’s gonna be at least 18.” *long pause, with a faint wheeze, then hysterical laughter from the cast* “The caucasity of this bitch.”

“If someone hacked into my Fortnite account, I’m going to have a birth of cactuses out of my asshole.” “Currently being hacked.” *Eggman lets out a high pitched scream*

“Hm, the desert. Count how many sand is here, Omega. That’s your first mission.” *Omega slowly counts*

“Omega! Count the number of grains of sand in this room!” “Omega slowly counts again*

“You guys suck. Really, I can’t believe I used to date you. You used to be cool, dude.” “Have you met me? I was really cool.” “You’re sexy as fuck, but you’re also a dickhead.”

“Omega, count how many mouths he has!” “Okay.” *was about to count, but Shadow interrupts* “Yeah, exactly! You ain’t got no mouths, bitch!”

“Silver, you know what? You’re a twink. Imma go smoke some weed now.” “How long were you waiting to say that?” “The whole dub, baby!”

“Silver? I’m almost proud of you.” *gasp* “That’s the most proud of me you’ve ever been!”

“Elise. Guess what?” “What?” “I can never die!”

“Now I have all the colors of the rainbow, and I can unleash my true gay power!” *maniacally laughs* “Now everyone’s my boyfriend!”

“I think the power of friendship can bring him back. If we unite as friends.” “I. Will fucking. End you.”

“I remember this worked well when I was trying to summon Animal Crossing for Switch.”

“You guys wanna start a polyamorous marriage?” “Sure!”

“Didn’t you guys feel that? That breeze? It penetrated my heart.” “Sorry, that was me, I farted.”

#gawd I loved that dub so much #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic ‘06 #snapcube #real time fandub

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bapyess1r · 4 years

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Sunny Daze

WARNINGS: cursing, substance, a bit of angst

Pairings: Sam Drake x OC

Author’s note: I started to write a thing.... I wanna see where it goes! Please tell me if you like it! I’m genuinely curious lol

Chapter 1

Sunny’s POV

I sighed, knocking on the hotel door as I adjusted the weekend bags over both my shoulders, hoping that Nathan fucking Drake hadn’t once again called for me just to do research. Or to break into or solve something… My best friend had a tendency to call and have me leave at the drop of a hat for something I could’ve done from my computer at home. Nate liked to call me “Brain” sometimes because I could solve most puzzles and mechanisms he got stumped on during jobs. Any time he had a robbery job, I was that voice in his ear telling him where to go and what to do. Lights out? I’d handle it. Bypass security? I got you. I even assisted on treasure hunts sometimes. I was good with hand to hand combat and weapons. And none of this was legal by any means but it was a job. Better than the one I currently have…

I shook the thoughts of doubt quickly as the door knob began to twist. I crossed my arms raising a thick bit shapely brow when he opened the door. “Sunny!” He exclaimed, embracing my teeny frame in his hefty arms. I returned the hug reluctantly, rolling my eyes and lazily patting him on the back.

“What do you want, Nate?” I asked tactlessly, my voice thick with a southern drawl.

“Oh, c’mon! You’re not still mad about-”

“Yes, I’m still mad about it, Nathan!” I exclaimed but he placed a few fingers over my mouth to shush me and hurried me inside the room.

“Shut up! People can hear you out there!” He said, closing the door behind me as I stared at him incredulously. Standing in the room was that sweet old man that I’d recognize anywhere. A smile crawled across my lips as I set down my bags by the couch and opened my arms to him.

“Sullivan, you son of bitch!” I laughed as we approached each other.

“Get over here, kid!” He said, ashing out his cigar and hugging me with a tight familial hug. “How are ya, Sunny?”

“Same ol’, same ol’. Jet’s got me workin’ the bar and waitressin’ now mostly. Way better than stage in my opinion. A couple of hecklers with wanderin’ hands now n’ then but…. nothin’ I can’t handle!” I smirked with a simple shrug. He huffed and shook his head.

“I do really wish you’d find somewhere else to work. It’s no place for a smart woman like you.” He told me, sitting back down at the table with a grunt.

“You n’ I both know why I can’t do that, Sully…” I said softly, looking into his blue eyes helplessly. He sighed, nodding.

“I know…” he said solemnly and I placed a consoling hand on his shoulder before noticing the man outside on their balcony, smoking a cigarette. Nathan approached me as he noticed my stare and leaned in.

“So… long story short…… that’s my brother…” he told me carefully and I gasped. I looked at him with my big brown eyes, covering my mouth.

“Get out- really?!” I exclaimed in a hushed tone. He nodded. I shook my head in disbelief. “You had a brother?! This whole time and you never told me? Me?!”

“If it makes you feel any better, Elena doesn’t know either…” he spoke with a look of guilt as he looked down and played with the cuticles on his fingers. I gasped again and punched him in the arm. Hard.

“You haven’t even told your wife?! Nathan-” I began but he waved me off.

“Yeah, Yeah, I know: I’m a piece of shit.”

I scoffed. “So...what’s this all about?” I asked just as his brother had turned around. My stomach lurched as his eyes met with mine for a brief second and Nathan pulled me over to his room to explain.

“Did you bring the stuff?”

“Yeah I brought the stuff- now stop bullshittin’ and tell me what’s goin’ on! You got me all the way out here in Italy for why?!” I snapped beginning to lose my patience. And I didn’t have much. He explained to me the story of his brief time in a Panamanian jail and how he thought his brother had died years ago. My eyes widened with every detail and eventually I leaned against the dresser with my arms crossed; just trying to digest all that he told me. “So…. Rafe Adler, killed a guard and Sam got stuck doin’ the time while you got away? How’d he get out if they had it in for him so bad…”

“He escaped with his cellmate, Hector Alcázar, who’s some big mafia figure. He had arranged a jailbreak and wants half of our findings as payment for Sam’s freedom.” He said worriedly. I stared at a dirty spot in the shoddy carpeting and nodded my head, fidgeting with my fingers. This was indeed a lot to take in.

“And you need my help for this?” I asked.

“I didn’t know who else to call...” He said knitting his brows together. Obviously, I was going to help him. He was my best friend and I’d do anything for him. Helping him save his brother was the least I could do for all that he’d done for me in my life.

“Well first… I need a drink…and a cigarette…” was all I could come up with in response. I slipped by my best friend and went back to the common area, pulling a stick from the packet in my jacket pocket with my teeth, my bestie trailing at my heels. Sully and Nathan’s brother sat at the table holding a casual conversation, huddled over the table with their drinks as I entered the room, lighting the cigarette and placing my hands on my hips. They both looked at me as I sat down at the table and poured myself a drink. I looked directly at Sam, his hazel eyes widened as I gave him the meanest mug possible. “If Nate gets hurt by this… in any way other than a bruise or a scratch, so help me God, I will kill you before Alcázar gets the chance. Do I make myself clear… Samuel?” I said, pointing my burning cigarette at him, my eyes never wavering as I leaned into the table. He blinked at me and nodded as Nathan sat down to join us, maps, papers, and books in his hands.

“And she means it, boy…” Sully added cautiously.

“Crystal.” He responded simply, a Boston accent dripping from his lips.

“Fantastic. Now… what’s the plan?” I asked as the younger Drake placed everything on the table before us.

“I guess we’ll bring you up to speed.” Nathan said with a small smile.

After about an hour, I was caught up to everything going on and we planned our strategy to steal the St. Dismas cross from the Rossi Estate auction happening in three days. Everyone began to peel off to catch some shut eye, except the eldest Drake. He walked off to take a smoke break and I was inclined to join him after I’d finished my drink. I took a long hard look at him as I sat alone at the table. He was tall. But I was super short so everybody seemed y’all to me. His shoulders were broad, his chest and arms strapped tight with muscles. His thick brown locks were pushed back off of his face. I’d almost call him attractive if I weren’t so pissed at him for dragging Nathan into this. He seemed okay talking around the table but something just didn’t sit right with me. Like he was hiding something. ‘Imma figure out what eventually….’ I thought as I stood to have another cigarette. I walked over to the concreted railing to stand uncomfortably close to this brother without a word. It didn’t take long for him to attempt to break the awkward silence. “So how long have you known my little brother? Y’know what's your story?” He asked.

“I went to MIT. Graduated, life got hard afterwards and I ended up moving back to Texas doin’ office work. Which sucked.” I began and he let an amused chuckle escape his mouth before taking a quick drag. I smirked as I continued. “To spice things up, I kinda sorta maybe hacked into the company’s funds and…. I’m sure you can imagine how that shit turned out. I had to leave town; got a whole new identity, met Elena at a gym randomly. Then I met Nathan through her. We’ve been friends ever since. He calls on me for a few jobs and some assistance once in a while.”

“And what is it that you’re doing here? No offense, sister, but I told Nathan I don’t trust anybody on his contact list with my life and I don’t know you from a can of paint.”

“And I don’t know you. But I’ve known your brother for the better part of 15 years so I don’t think you have any rights in questioning my abilities because I don’t have to help you.” I fired back, crossing my arms as smoke exhaled from my nostrils. He raised a thick brow and chuckled.

“You got spunk, lady. I like it.” He put out his cigarette and adjusted his pants. My nostrils flared up as I took deep controlled breaths. I never met a man sassier than me but I guess I couldn’t say that anymore. “We’re doin’ recon in the morning. I suggest you get some sleep.” He smirked heading to his room and closing the door, leaving me with the couch.

“Dick…” I mumbled to myself as I tossed my cigarette over the balcony and started towards the couch. I landed on it wondering if I was supposed to be here. I found myself wondering that a lot lately. After every job, I always felt a sense of slight fulfillment. It never lasted long though. I was never satisfied and always looking for a job to do. If it weren’t for Nate, I’m sure I’d be in a helluva lot more trouble than where I was. It was that thought alone that made me feel like I was okay. I was going to give 110% to help him save his brother. Then we’d be even. I let myself drift off as the whiskey began to take effect, falling into a drunken, dreamless slumber.

Read More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25472005

#uncharted 4 #sam drake #sam drake x reader smut #samuel drake #samuel drake x reader #uncharted #uncharted smut #uncharted x reader #sam drake fanfiction #sam drake smut #sam drake x oc #samuel drake smut #samuel drake x oc #poc #rafe adler x oc #rafe adler #elena fisher #victor sullivan #nadine ross

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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years

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14x08 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

14x08 Byzantium

Guys I don’t know if I can be funny this episode.

-....HER?! WHAT. ....oooooh they are gonna do something stupid aren’t they?

Zeta: can I not see Jack like this please?

- “please don’t be sad”

Zeta : Sam? Not sad? ..lol

-is Dean there to choose an album ? wth ...also damn son can you all stop looking like pain in the flesh?

- the oxygen tank?....naaah fam I’m good, bye I can’t. Zee give me the strength to keep going because I’m gonna throw myself out the window

- oh shit...the scene....the promo scene that killed us all.

Zeta : Cas doesn’t know who to worry about anymore.

- Everyone but himself that’s for sure

-Oh my god SAM, omg Jared you and your eyes are gonna kill me this season.

Zeta : “what happens next?”

-oh shit I didn’t think about it.

both: we are gonna die too

- “an adventure”

Zeta : is he serious?!?!

-Oh Dean really doesn’t want to be there.

Zeta : LOOK AT ALL THE HURT

- D: “I can’t..” bitch me too the fuck

- ..pAiN

- C:” He NEEDS you “

- S:”He’s gone”

-asgajsvdaksdasdh WHAT

- I can almost taste the guilt seasoned with pain right there.

Zeta : the fuck?!

- THAT WAS FAST . U KIDDIN’ , WHAAAAAAT THEEEEE FUUUUCK

Zeta : I’m speechless. I can’t even focus on the bowlegs.

- Dean talking about the hunter’s funeral and Sam can’t fucking take it

-OH I love Sam’s stance, beautiful.....aaaaand he’s gone.

-My soul and whole being is hurting but boy that was an amazing Destiel moment and that’s the shit I wanna see.

- Damn, Cas is spiriling

Zeta : Cas is obliterated

-.... OF COURSE THERE IS A VOICEMAIL. Dean’s annoyed af face at his mom’s voicemail is giving me life, and look....my skin is already clearer.

Zeta : Like the bitch cares

- Castiel clutching Kelly’s pic , probably thinking he failed yet again. lol I wanna die....it would hurt less.

- SAM NO

Zeta : where is he going??

-I hope not doing anything stupid

Zeta : I can’t watch them like that bitch

-CASS IS DRIVING!, CASS IS DRIVING , WHAT. HOW. WHAT. I love that is Cass who is driving

Zeta : Dean’s not driving??

- FUCK YEAH

- Probably Sam took Baby and Dean was like....listen babe I’m not even gonna touch that suburban mom’s steering wheel I don’t wanna feel dirty. Baby could smell it and you know how jealous she is.

-”Why did you let him leave?” WELL HE DID AS U ASKED BITCH

- AND HE’S WEARING THE SEAT BELT!! my European's ass is singing ( is it true that y’all americans don’t have to use it? because....wild and also why. Here if they catch you without the seat-belt they skin your ass)

- kill me with that axe

Zeta : something’s wrong here.

-Yeah...they are hurting so much, I hate it. What the fuck is it with everybody’s eyes, fuck me.

Zeta : I think n.1 dad was Sam

-Nah....Cass is #1 Dad , Sam related to Jack. Dean is the step dad who didn’t think could love the kid and now he’s fucked because he love him too.

Zeta : “Taken before me”

Zeta : We get loaded

- omg do we get to see them drunk? omg yes.

Zeta : Please call help

- Is THat NOugAt?

-OMFG

Zeta : bitch

-AAAAAAAAAAAH CAS SMILE AND LAUGH THAT IS JUST SO MISHA OMFG.

- But Castiel entering the room a bit unsteady and with two bottle ? FUCKING MOOD.

Zeta : I love drunk Dean

-WHAT

.WHAT WAS THAT LOOK BETWEEN THEM . WHAT.

my soul....hurts stop it.

-Awe Sam....lol weak.

- Cause of death : Dean slurred drunk sad voice, “We did everything we could right?”

Zeta : HIS VOICE

-”I’m gonna teach you how to read a map”

I can’t deal bitch

-THe DoubLE StRaws

-someone needs to change that lightbulb.

Zeta : Heaven

- THe fuck

Zeta :...Hell..?

- what’s up with shining there

- Dean’s dying groan in the morning: MOOD, SAME.

Zeta : you got old

- Cass and Sam looking fresh and stylish as always .

[enters Dean] the trashcan is heeeeere

- rebooting Dean.exe

Zeta : he can’t even english

-shhh

- oh....no

both: PASS

- but what is the priiiiceeee

Zeta : simple as that

- ...well I mean...fair. I guess she wants to meet her daughter and shit

Zeta : seriously?

-Well we already saw Osiris.

Zeta : Major Dick

-When god left - sorry long story- .

-Oh...no who ARE YOU

Zeta :he does that thing with the eyes.

-WHATSAHFDBF

Zeta : What the hell

- I wanna cry. I am crying

Zeta : thanks, the last part of my heart just withered and died

- Oh no wait until she realize he’s dead

Zeta : aaaaaand

- ...here it comes

- Boi this season is painful

Zeta : Peach, it rhymes with bitch

-oh he really doesn’t like her

- S: “ Taking risks , making crappy deals. The family business “

-”AWESOME”

- “ MORE AWESOME”

Zeta : Was that black goo Lucifer?

- I can’t tell honestly, maybe him and the Empty made a path or something IDK.

-I don’t like when Castiel leaves alone. Bad things happen .

-Sam head tilt lol.

Zeta : forced smile much.

Zeta :look at him ( Dean)

- AH TOLD YA

-Heaven looking nice as always

- I do like seeing Castiel in heaven

Zeta : natural habit and I do love angels clothes

- yeah....50 shades of gray

Zeta : hello Bitch

- *gritted teeth* Naomi

Zeta : He was THAT annoying

- THAT ACCENT THO

- Naomi : Give it what it wants

Cas:

- Cass: “ NO”

-no bitch , Jack he’s everything wtf.

- So Nick woke up the Empty then? *dean’s voice* AWESOME

So now there are 2 big baddies ?

*dean’s voice* MORE AWESOME

- SNAPPY

Zeta : pushing pencils , damning souls

-MY KIND OF WORK

-oh u going down that’s what

Zeta : I’d prefer the scale and the feather

- but the abacus has more sense tho...like....counting good deeds and bad ones, like in the good place right? Can we see the Winchesters using that? I bet the thing would explode.

Zeta : that went well

- Sorry bitch what did u expect

- oooooh what was that little chuckle Castiel stop killing me this season. It burned

Zeta : it stung

- “I failed you”

K: “ you didn’t....Jack...he’s wonderful “

*bawling* YES HE IS

- Misha need to control that eyebrow or so help me god.

Zeta : he needs to control his whole face bitch

- I fucking hate where the angels goes when they die ok

Zeta : fuck

- OH BITCH. *dramatic zoom*

- “He’S OuR KiD”

KIIIIID

*bawling*

Zeta : look at Dean

-MY GOD

both: don’t do this to us

- Empty : “SToP iNteRrupTinG!” Damn bitch, pipe the fuck down

Zeta : crazy ass bitch

I LOVE HER

- I love how she’s doing the Empty. like....*slow clapping*

Empty: “Where I’m taking you is worse than Hell”

oh well you are definitely selling the place

- Empty:” Oh god they look scared. Does that hurt you?”

- *Cass brandishing his angel blade* ....

me already knowing where this is going: oh honey...no

-Puppy Winchesters eyes always wins

Zeta : He can’t hear you.....oh he can

- .... Is that how he is every time Dean pray to him?

When Dean prays:

SAME

me seeing Castiel getting up :

Castiel: TAKE ME

Zeta : take me instead

- he’s so.....snarly....

Zeta : I bet you are drooling

- I am.

A dumb fucking angel: “You want me”

me: I do

A dumb fucking angel: “I would go now and I would go willingly “

me: no u don’t

-NO , NO DEAL, FUCK YOU, FUCK U.

Empty: “ oh “ creepy chuckle “but not now” sharps intakes of breath “ no no no, you see ...what I meant....I want you to suffer . I want you to go back to your own life and forget about this and forget about me and when you finally give yourself permission to be happy...and let the sun shine on your face ...that’s....when I’ll come. That’s when I’ll come to drag you to nothing”

Zeta :She’s goooood

- Castiel: “I accept”

oh look it’s me when I’ll meet Misha ^

and now for an out of context gif:

-She’s so good. I love her BUT FUCK THE EMPTY

- “Because I love you Jack” CRYING CRYING.

- C: “ They don’t need to know what happened”

Zeta : of course they don’t.

- Jack: “ I won’t tell them”

OH so now Jack drove the Impala, snacked on burgers, has hunted, has died and now he has to lie and keeps secret?

CONGRATULATIONS YOU ARE NOW A

- ...

FUCK , CASS YOU DAMN SELFLESS BITCH.

IMMA SMACK HIM.

hold me back bitch because imma smack his face

Zeta : control yourself bitch

-NO IMMA SMACK HIS ASS

Zeta : I can’t wait for the gag reel of this part.

Omg Kelly babe . I’m so glad they met .

-WHAT WAS THAT FACE AGAIN CASTIEL

Zeta : dEAD

- J:”Good, I feel good”

WELL I DON’T *hiss*

-oh that hug. omg my heart

- oh well....uh look at dat I fucking bet that the sacrifice got her heaven watch that.

HI LOOK HOW FUCKING HAPPY HE IS TO BRING HOME SO MUCH WIN ?!?!

friendly reminder that he just like...sold his” soul” to the Empty, tell me again that Castiel doesn’t care.

-...Naomi you bitch why couldn’t you tell that before?

Zeta : because she’s a bitch

- D: “ And we know where Michael is, not sure how you pulled that one off “ *side eyeing Cas*

me: *HISS*

- don’t make me think about the fact that Dean cooked those burghers ( as you can see from the counter) while he looked happily at his family reunited . lol *sobs*

- There is a warm happy feeling in my chest right now. I don’t like it, can’t wait for the writers to rip it off my chest pretty soon.

Zeta : is he wearing the dead man’s robe?

. ....yep

Zeta : I’m dead inside

- Dead with a slither of happiness that will get choked out of us, just you wait.

...

WAIT A MINUTE

*goes back*

wHAT IS THIS SHIT OMFG DEAN

IT’S FINE

If you want to get tagged in the future ones send an ask HERE or to @waywardbaby or a smoke signal, idk whatever I’m tired af.

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melaninkpopimagines · 6 years

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Affairs

Part 5

Author: Admin Jazzi

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: Smut, violance, cursing, some light drug use

3 months Earlier

"We might never see each other again." You spoke softly into his ear. "Do you have anything to give me, to remember you by?" he asked. You smirked softly, swinging your leg across him as you straddled his lap. "Everything i have is already yours daddy." you said

"Call him daddy again i'll kill you lil girl!" Erik barked into your ear piece.

You held back your giggles. You loved that he was jealous even though he knew this man was just your target. Jimmy "Tornado" was his name. He was another dealer that ordered his men to rough up your boys. it took just two drinks and a dinner, you had him wrapped around your fingers. For this moment exactly. For you to get into his house and distract him long enough for Erik to hack his computers and then take him out. Erik knew damn well you'd go as far as you could. This was a mission just like the one he was sent on to get to you. Him barking into your ear didn't scare you.

"You seem distracted tonight." Jimmy said. You smiled at him. "Im sorry. ill just miss you. You're gonna forget all about me." you pouted. He kissed your lips. "I'd never forget you. Are you sure this has to be the last time we meet?" he asked

"Its the last time because imma rip his head off."

"I can't be with a gangster. would you give it all up for me, daddy?" you emphasized, Teasing Erik and earning a deep groan from jimmy.

"You want to play with me ma?" Erik asked.

You could hear his frustration with every word. When you were with Randy he was always jealous. but you assumed it was because that was your husband. But even seeing you with a target had him heated.

"This isn't a life i can bring you into, and it isn't one i can leave." he spoke softly to you as he kissed your neck. He quickly removed your top, ripping the buttons in process.

He moaned as your powder pink bra was revealed. "You're so beautiful." He complimented. "Your skin is glowing." he gripped your ass, lifting your skirt. "Your ass is is so perfect."

You found yourself soaking in the extra attention. You felt turned on listening to Erik's frustrated breaths in your ear. You knew he wanted to burst in and snatch you up; but you also knew he wouldn't.

Jimmy stood up. carrying you to the bed. "I want to take you." he said. Erik scoffed in your ear. "Is this how this nigga says he wants to fuck you? You liking this shit?" You weren't liking it. If you weren't soaking from the thought of Erik listening to you fuck another man, you'd be dry as a bone.

You spread your legs showing your soaking core to him. You moaned. "Please fuck me daddy." You watched his face darkened with lust. "Imma show you this shit ain't funny." Erik warned.

You shut your eyes and prepared for him. He growled over you, lining up with your entrance. He wasn't as big as Erik; but, as he pushed inside you, you arched your back. Mostly putting on a show; but also it felt so good.

He thrusts were slow, long and drawn on. Erik cursed in your ear. Threatening to kill Jimmy. warning you that you were in for it. Wondering if you were enjoying it as much as you sounded like you were. You couldn't even answer him as your orgasm approached. "Daddy im gonna cum" You moaned out. you heard the white noise that rang if your ear pieces were disconnected. As your orgasm washed over you, Jimmy pulled out of you. You heard a gun cock and the whistle of a silencer. You opened your eyes to see Erik, covered in blood splatter. "Did you get in?" You asked with a cocky grin. He didn't find it amusing. He glared at you. "I got it 3 minutes ago but you couldn't hear me over your loud ass." he said. Your face began to heat up. "We should leave. the crew needs to clean up" you sat up reaching for your shirt. Erik pushed you back down, as he unbuckled his belt. "Do you think I'm a game?" You shook your head no, looking into his lust filled eyes. He grabbed your hair pulling your head back. "was he hitting it that good? Did you forget this pussy is mine?"

"Erik i was just trying to complete the mission." You whined. He pulled your hair back. “What’s my name?” he growled. “Erik, I-” “What's my name? Don't make me ask you again lil girl.” he warned. “Daddy.” you mumbled. “This nigga gave you some mediocre dick and you forgot who your daddy is?” You bit your lip and shook your head. “No daddy, im sorry.”

“Dont even think about cumming. You hold that shit until i tell you to cum.” he said letting go of your hair. “Get how i like you.” he said. You immediately got into place. He growled as your spread your legs and lifted your ass, giving him a good view. “You let another nigga fuck you? “ A hard smack landed on your ass. You whined, gripping the blood covered sheets. “Daddy im sorry!” you moaned out as he spanked you again. “This is my pussy. Don't forget that shit for a minute.” he growled.

“You made me sit and listen to you calling another nigga daddy.” he said. Smack. “You came on that niggas dick.” smack. Your legs shook and you arched your back more. “Daddy I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!” You begged. “This is the only dick you cum on.” He thrusted into you roughly. Your toes curled.

His thrusts were rough. A shot of pain burned in your body. He stretched your walls with no mercy. He groaned, reminding you that the pussy was his. “Daddy! I-” he cut you off with a hard thrust. He could feel the way your walls and the way they squeezed him he knew you were close. “Hold that shit. If you cum you ain't gonna be able to walk for a week.” he said.

But you didn't know if you could hold it. Actually you were close to the edge and each thrust hitting your g-spot pushed you further. “Daddy please can i cum!” you beg, crawling away. He grabbed your arms pinning them behind your back. “put that ass up! Stop running and take this dick.” he said thrusting back into you. He thrusted into you roughly. You screamed his name as he pounded into you. “Cum. Now.” he demanded as he smacked your ass. You came undone under him, your orgasm making your body shake. Erik grunted as he came inside you.

You caught your breath, closing your eyes as you tried to come down from your high.

“You promised you wouldn't get jealous.” you finally spoke weakly, with a pout. “Stop all that pouting shit.” Erik kissed your shoulder. “You were driving me crazy calling that nigga daddy.”he admitted.

You smirked, kissing him sweetly. “You know you’re my daddy. I had to think of you to get that nut.” you hugged him. He let out a satisfied breath.

“Did we get into his accounts?” you asked after a moment of silence. “We got in all his bank accounts, and as we speak ya crew is taking over all his warehouses. Even this house is yours. ”

You smiled settling back. “You’re one of the most powerful women in the world now baby girl.” he kissed your shoulder. “We are this powerful Erik. Together.” He smirked. “Don't go getting soft on me. All this shit is yours. The world is yours. Act like it.” He lectured.

3 months later

So many people died so you could walk into that building. Erik and five other men surrounded you, pointing their guns to cover you completely. “Kill everyone but bring me the family.” erik commanded. Erik grabbed a chair, and you sat down crossing your legs. You heard screams and gunshots. You lit up a blunt casually smoking it as you watched from between the men who guarded you. Erik looked back at you. “You good ma?” you gave him a nod. Your men moved aside. A family of four was lined up, gagged and bound in front of you.

You looked the woman in her eyes. “Hi Cindy. Do you know me?” You stood up and squatted in front of her. She looked at you with a hard face. You blew your blunt smoke in her face and giggled. “I’m the bitch you tried to frame for murder.” you said. She still didn't flinch. “Which one? Senator johnson. About a year ago. Remember you sent this nigga to do your dirty work.” you pointed at Erik.

You looked at her husband, pulling your gun out of the hoster. “I didn't even like Randy. You actually did me a favor. I got a hefty check. But you tried to ruin my life. And for simply fucking with me, i'm gonna destroy you.” you said.

You cocked the gun and pointed at her husband's head. “And you didn't have to. Erik would have taken him out like it was nothing. But you wanted to fuck with my life. And i wondered why. Why was it so important to you to frame me.” you hit your blunt before handing it up to Erik. “We did a little research. Did you know your wife was getting dicked down by my husband.” you giggled. “She worked so hard to frame me. Because i married him; but he was fucking his secretary.”

Her eyes widened and you laughed. “You dumbass!! If you couldn't have him no one could?” you asked. Tears formed in her eyes. You pulled the trigger and shot her husband straight in the forehead. She shut her eyes. You whipped her with your gun. “you can choose. Will your children die before or after you?”

A/N: Hi so i wrote the whole ending and it was supposed to end in one part But because my dumb ass didn't save it i had to re-write so its gonna be one part longer. Thank you all for reading! -Jazzi🐷

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impala-dreamer · 6 years

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Think you can make me cry? Wanna see if you can break my heart?

Can you do it in under 500 words?

Ladies and Gentleman, Hunters, Angels, Demons, I present you with my new challenge…

Impala-Dreamer’s Tell Me An Angsty Story Drabble Challenge

Think you're up to the task? Read on…

For this challenge, you are to write the most haunting, terrifying, bloody, tear jerking, wonderfully angsty thing that you can. In under 500 words.

No smut (unless it's 100% necessary to your story, or alluded to).

No happy ending.

No fluff.

No rainbows (unless they are murdering folks).

No pie. No. Pie. *Dean gasps in the background* No PIE!

Rules and Regulations:

It would be nice to be following your host.

Please pick a prompt from the list below. I am allowing 1 story per prompt. When they are taken, I will update the list accordingly. Please check it often.

Send an ASK only with your first and backup picks. DMs and reblogs/comments will not be accepted as entry.

You may write reader insert, the ships below, or Beka x Whoever (hehe)

Accepted main characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Any Variation of TFW (soulless, demon, casifer, etc), Jared, Jensen, Misha.

Accepted Ships: Wincest, Destiel. Cockles. Misheka, Bekalecki, Whatever Jensen x Beka is (Backles? Eww. lol)

Not accepted at this juncture: ABO. AUs. Sabriel. Samifer. Actor's wives or children (you can use ocs, just not the real people). Jack Klein Romance. (sorry, I just don’t enjoy reading these... just my opinion and since I have to read them all... ya get it)

Dark!Fics very accepted.

PLEASE TAG YOUR WORK APPROPRIATELY. Over tag if it's super dark. Trigger warnings are a must.

You MUST use the Keep Reading after 200 words or I will not reblog it. It still works on reblogs.

You go even one word over 500 words and you lose! *evil cackle*

In your A/N, please say that it's for my challenge and Tag Me there.

If I have not at least liked it within 2 days, I never got the tag so you need to contact me. This is never going to bother me. I want to read your entry. Please make sure I get it. (my likes come from @impaladreamers-mainfrigginblog

Questions must be submitted in writing and sent to my ask box as I'm a little too far away for shouting or smoke signals.

Final Masterlist will post JULY 15, 2018 AT 10AM. you may post your fic anytime from today until then.

Ready to make me cry? Here are the prompts: (you can pick dialogue or situational. pick only one)

Dialogue Prompts:

1. If you don't think I'll pull the trigger, you are very mistaken. @jayankles

2. What did you do? @justcallmeasmodeus

3. Don't follow me. @kittenofdoomage

4. He's gone. @trunk-full-of-ideas

5. I can't believe I ever loved you. @superbadassnatural

6. No, it's my fault for being an idiot and trusting you. @caitynroberts

7. Did you ever love me? Even a little? @eternal-elir

8. There's too many of them. We can't save (her/him). @katymacsupernatural

9. You bring (him/her) back right now! @supernaturallymarvellous

10. You can't go. You can't leave me here like this. Please! @dubuforeveralone

11. Hey, when you get up to Heaven, you come find me, ok? @julesthequirky

12. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep hurting the people I love. @emptywithout

13. She just left. I couldn't stop her. I'm so sorry. @escalatorpeep

14. No. You can't say that. Not to me. @because-imma-lady-assface

15. Please. Don't leave. Talk to me. We can fix this. @spn-headoverheels

16. It's over. @newtospnfandom

17. I love you so much. @stars-and-seas

18. I have never been more sorry in all my life but what does that matter anymore? @ellen-reincarnated1967

19. What's done is done. @a-winchester-fairytale

20. “What now?” “Now we drink. And try to forget.” @stusbunker

21. I will find you. I promise. @amanda-teaches

22. Hey, hey, keep looking at me. Keep your eyes on me. It’s OK. @chelsea072498

23. There’s just so much blood… @frenchybell

24. “Forever?” “Forever.” @waywardbaby

25. See ya around, kid. @covered-byroses

Situational Prompts:

26. Gunshot @rebeliscious

27. Stabbing @prose-goddess

28. Demon possession @ravenangel33

29. Curse @gripmetight-raisemefromperdition

30. Death on a case @Time-travel-bouquet

31. Car crash @gabrielsammysangel

32. Demon deal gone wrong @winchesterprincessbride

33. Suicide @waywardnerd67

34. Kidnapping @waywarddream

35. Trapped @fandomimaginesftw-personal

36. All out of love @our-jensen-ackles-love

37. Lovers Quarrel

38. Leaving to save the other @sammys-smutty-writer

39. Guilty breakup @plaided-ani

40. Cheating @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

41. In love with another

42. Accidentally killing your lover @onlydeanandjensen

43. Star-crossed lovers @mistressofallthingsgeeky

44. Drugs @rockhoochie

45. Deal to bring someone back @hillywooddestiel

BONUS: “Beka, you’re everything I never knew I always wanted. And now it’s too late.” (writer of this one, if they make me cry with it, wins a special prize. shit, now I gotta come up with a prize...) @hazeleyesstolemyheart

Prompts will be assigned in order asks are received.

Ready? Steady... Go!

mayhaps you’re interested? or can spread the word?

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#challenge ahoy #tmaasdc

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