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After almost 2 years, I have finally finished my reading of John Wayne Gacy's book. For only being 267 pages (in the online version which is incomplete), it took 16 hours of recording. No wonder it took so long to finish! (on top of my life problems at the time). The compiled chapters are linked below. I had to separate it into two videos, as youtube has a size limit.
I'd like the original commenter who asked me to read this book, years ago. I'm sorry that I don't remember your name, or what video of mine you originally commented on. I would have never even known that Gacy attempted to write a book if it wasn't for you!
There will be more Gacy content in the future, as there are still unidentified victims of his, nearly 50 years later.
I do not condone Gacy's actions, or think that he was cool. Some people think that by my reading of this book, and others like it (Child of Satan, Child of God, Will You Die For Me?) that I think these were great people. I do not. It should go without saying that I think that these were horrible people. Gacy's book only magnifies how much of a heartless monster he was. Despite telling the police and essentially confessing at first, Gacy quickly recanted and denied that he did anything wrong, up until his death. He constantly dehumanized his victims, alluding that they deserved what happened to them anyway, whether he was the one who killed them or not.
For anyone that has an interest in true crime, and forensic psychology, this book was an interesting read. It truly showed how a sociopath does not care.
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#john wayne gacy#gacy#serial killers#serialkiller#johnwaynegacy#pogo the clown#murder#1978#1994#mike rossi#david cram#sam amirante#illinois#chicago#murderers#true crime#truecrime#audiobook#audio book#a question of doubt#aquestionofdoubt#Youtube
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what to do next (davidpatrick uni au)
#patrick brewer#david rose#stevie budd#schitt’s creek#comic#fanart#i love the uni au so much BOZOS IN LOVE AND CRAMMING#uni au
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#flashpoint#season 3#collateral damage#ed lane#hugh dillon#jules callaghan#amy jo johnson#sam braddock#david paetkau#kevin wordsworth#michael cram#spike scarlatti#sergio di zio#greg parker#enrico colantoni
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so i guess you could say, an only fan?
#tim watches miraculous ladybug#s05e09#personal crap#ml spoilers#ml season 5#also because i'm me i'm just thinking of that time david tennant and peter davison were on a panel#someone asked davison what the strangest thing a fan's ever given him was and someone shouted out 'A GRANDDAUGHTER'#this series could be renamed 'tim crams doctor who references into other stuff they like' at this point lmao
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every time markus says something like "let my people go" i laugh
okay, moses
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this won't happen because the average age of tumblr users isn't 14 anymore but i really wish there was a fandom mass hysteria en par with the onceler thing where literally every person on this website becomes manically obsessed with one character from some random kids movie im talking fanart fic im talking the return of ask blogs ask-bango ask-dark-bango ask-swagngo ask-homestuck-bango and tumblr hq rushes to monetize on the avalanche of bango adjacent yet not copyrighted memes and references they release water bottles stickers t shirts sweatpants tea cozies stationery bathtubs a candle line but by the time the production process is complete on this cash cow bango is already cringe. no one is posting about him anymore he's a pariah he's in dnis he's been removed from everyone's kinlist so tumblr is just sitting on warehouses and warehouses of unsellable merch no one will touch it so they have no choice but to cram it all into one tall room scrooge mcduck style and that's when they cryogenically unfreeze david karp and they bring him to the room and he looks upon this landfill of bango merch and is forced to reckon with what's become of his legacy but he doesn't notice tumblr staff hq sneaking out the room behind him and they lock the door and they take the key and they melt it down and add to the batch being manufactured into a line of collector's spoons referencing the current popular meme (pygmy marmoset seinfeld)
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OK, this common refrain:
Just move on! You OFMD fans are so annoying!
Ridiculous.
What is happening with OFMD right now is UNPRECEDENTED. This isn't a cute little cult show: this is a juggernaut for Max. It's its #1 original show right now (using the metrics available right now since Max hides numbers). It's 30x in demand than the average streaming show. It was Peabody nominated. Max spent significant money on a FYC campaign for it. Its audience grew between S1 and S2, and S1 was already beating off Marvel and Star Wars shows on the charts. It can pull thousands of fans into conventions. It had a Times Square billboard just in October. Most of Max' social media interaction is from OFMD. If reports are to be believed, the S3 scripts were readied and they were already scheduling time for filming, releasing announcements, and interviews. It has succeeded in every metric a show can be measured in, and passed these expectations beyond any studio's dreams.
But it was derailed last minute by a tantruming CEO, a CEO whose incompetence is bleeding hundreds of millions out of the company and is destroying the reputation of and industry confidence in the company. The company stock has fallen over 6% since the OFMD announcement two days ago (not the sole factor but one of the biggest factors). If a show like OFMD cannot succeed at Max, no show can succeed at Max. If Max cannot support this show, it cannot support being a streaming service at all.
Is there a show cancellation that has ever compared to this?
This announcement is not because a fringe minority in and outside the fandom thought S2 was "bad", or that some people didn't like certain plot points of S2 (no hiding it here that I'm not a fan of certain fanons, though I enjoy all characters). Taika Waititi was excited and onboard; he wasn't "bored" and decided to move on. They didn't cram the original ending into S2 just in case. There is still story to be told, and this series earned the right to be able to finish that story. Ed and Stede are still in the shaky beginnings of their relationship! They need to dance, have domestic moments, have affectionate moments, get married (what was the point of David Jenkins hyping matelotage at every step?)! How does our pirate community actually move on with their lives past the English encroachment (personified in Ricky)? This isn't a video game, and the story didn't end because they reached a "Get to The Revenge" checkpoint. What personal paths are our beloved crew members going to go on? There is still so much story, and we didn't have a clean break.
We're telling ourselves that fan campaigns have worked before. These examples, the shows were all deserving, but they were not the juggernauts that OFMD is. Firefly, for example, was 98th in Nielson ratings, and it was nowhere near the biggest audience for FOX shows. Imagine if FOX had randomly decided to cancel its top rated scripted show for the lulz. Would FOX have ever recovered or been able to court new talent? (ETA: 2002 FOX. 2024 FOX already can't court talent. A rather expensive spectacle show like 911 smoothly and immediately transitioning to another, more stable network is not why I'm here.)
The streaming competition is tight right now, and Max had a miracle in OFMD, all without even bothering to promote it. OFMD has a passionate audience. It has deeply resonated with thousands and thousands of people, and it is not silly to have emotions about creative projects because that is the entire point of creative projects. We have invested real time and money into this. We've created a community. We believe in David Jenkins and all involved, and these are real people we want to support because they brought joy into our lives. The respect and comradery this crew has with the fanbase is refreshing and rare. They revel in the fans' returned creativity and passion where most others have chosen to mock instead.
I am not going to just accept the whim of some random guy in a suit. I'm not just going to shrug and say "Got me there!" I'm not going to be ashamed of having passion, any excitement, any thrill at a unique work that is unapologetically sweet, joyful, and sincere and gives us the beautiful diversity we see in our lives. If this can happen to THIS SHOW, this juggernaut, there is no point in ever being invested in a new creative project again, and that is not a world that I'm willing to accept.
I am going to fight and keep fighting for as long as it takes. If this annoys you, learn how to use mute and block functions and don't expect me to change because it's your first day on the Internet. Why shouldn't we expect excellence in media we invest in? Why shouldn't we be angry that studios are trying to collapse into one with mergers and reduce all output to five IPs with cookie cutter releases? Why shouldn't we expect that a show that has met all expectations to be rewarded by the studio for the value it added? Why should we be expected to just shrug at every cruel decision like this (a decision that doesn't even make financial sense) and hand over our money to some passionless, generic alternative? Why should we just consume whatever terrible product the studios spit out at us instead of fighting for ones that deserve to thrive?
It is not hyperbole that this is a turning point in the industry. We just spent the summer with studios demanding AI be able to replace all pieces of the creative process unchecked, and now we have an absolutely unprecedented strike down of a creative and unique show at the top of the industry because there were a few more (entirely imaginary) pennies to be had. This is inexcusable.
This is a long haul situation. Zaslav blindsided us, so alternative streamers wouldn't have even been on the radar at the beginning of this week. David Jenkins and company also can't make comments on any possibilities we have since they have to keep working relationships in this industry and they need contracts finalized first.
There is always hope, no matter how slim.
Don't give up, and don't give in.
Remember to @renewasacrew
#our flag means death#ofmd#renew as a crew#save ofmd#renewasacrew#saveofmd#david jenkins#i just really like this show#no cut! just giant wall of text
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Alright, I've collected my thoughts on Izzy's death a bit.
So, in my opinion, there are two main reasons why it was so jarring:
The first one is that it being crammed between Stede and Ed's reunion and the innkeepers stuff does make it look like the authors just wanted him out of the way. Which is further enhanced by the whole "they are a love triangle" talk from David. The problem is, Izzy is not the evil bad yaoi manga style homewrecker who is only there to be an obstacle for the main characters to overcome/jealousy bait. Not after all the development he went through in this season.
The second one is that they somehow made the guy's whole death scene about Ed. Sure, for the season one Izzy that would be expected, he was in fact absolutely obsessed by his role as Blackbeard's guard dog/enabler, but here we are talking abou Izzy who sung a song for the crew to cheer them up after being tortured, Izzy who threw a whole piracy crash course for Stede Fucking Bonnet and cheered him up when he was doing a good job, Izzy who was willing to share advice on overcoming trauma with Lucius (and gave him a lovely whittled toy shark), Izzy who a couple of scenes back confronted the nose guy because he felt almost parental responsibility for the safety of the crew. But then suddenly, in one of the most important moments of his life, all we're talking about is how the crew is Ed's family who love him (do they really?), and Izzy is just his dying pet. After the whole season of development into being his own person and building meaningful connections with others.
I don't think he should have been immortal just for the fact that he's a queer character, but the way they handled his death was pretty fucking tasteless. It was kinda shit. Yeah. It fucking sucked. Hard.
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okay but can we please talk about the absolute GENIUS concept of ofmd???! it has so many contradictions in it's concept and that's something I've NEVER seen a show do before like- it's a show about pirates it has all the violence, the trauma, addiction, suicide, murder, every character is utterly fucked up and it could be this really dark, violent, action show and then they took all that and crammed it into the fucking genre ROMCOM and then they made it vaguely inspired by historical events, setting it sometime in the 1700s only to make it as wildly historically inaccurate as humanly possible with the costumes, THE LANGUAGE (the use of todays language and slang+ swearing in this is my fav parr about it and just makes it so much better to watch) and the characters ideals and views on life, then the characters being set up to be the stereotype of one thing and then being the complete opposite (especially in terms of gender roles and masculinity) like izzy being set up to be this competent first mate and best pirate in the show only for everything he does to backfire on him and in the second season being an actually really emotionally complex character, stede who could've easily made into this emotional crybaby character, getting swept off his feet by ed and not get around in the pirate world yet he's the most feral bastard known to man, who sets people on fire, not even gonna start on ed because there's just SO much about this character that could fit into an entirely new post.
It also ignores every rule of any genre or time or concept it could technically fit into and therefore is something entirely new and completely unpredictable. That's probably the funniest part about the show because every event that happens is something so entirely random and outlandish that nobody would've expected it so it hits us like a bat in the face (for example buttons just randomly turning into a bird after the show never showed any hint that magic is real in this universe and all of us just collectively went "oh yea that might as well happen, understandable have a nice day" because this show breaks every rule we thought existed)
Literally everything about this show is a work of pure genius and David Jenkins deserves literally every award known to man
#ofmd#literally nobody is doing it like this show#I am eating my walls#our flag means death#ofmd s2#ofmd 2#izzy hands#ofmd season 2#our flag means death season 2#our flag means death 2#david jenkins
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This Kiss
Reader has never been kissed and she's looking for candidates at a party but Eddie rejects them all and scares them off even before they're talking with the reader. After the party, he shyly announces his candidacy for her first kiss @saramelaniemoon 💖
Warnings; Reader is over 18, Fluff, protective Eddie, slightly jealous Eddie, friends to lovers.
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Telling Eddie her biggest secret was nerve-wracking. She knew he would never judge her, and he would be so supportive but she was still anxious.
"Sweetheart? What's the big secret? I'm thinking all sorts here" shit! now he looks worried so she just comes right out with it.
"I've never been kissed and I would like for it to happen" he states at her stunned.
"Never?" he gapes and she nods feeling flustered which he notices straight away.
"Never" she confirms.
"So you want to kiss the right guy, I'll help you find the right guy. He will have to be someone incredible though to be good enough for my princess"
His princess... she tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach but it's hard because Eddie was so handsome and sweet to her.
They had just recently became really close friends and she didn't want to jeopardize anything by admitting she felt... more than friendly feelings for him.
What if he didn't feel the same and he was just being kind? She didn't want to take that risk, the embarrassment of being rejected, and then trying to pretend that it didn't hurt so she could still have Eddie in her life.
"Well, there's the party that Chrissy is throwing tomorrow. We could go to that? Scope up any candidates" she suggests and he nods.
"It's a date! Uh... I mean not a date like that" she stammers and inwardly curses herself for being so awkward around him.
He smiles though and squeezes her hand to let her know that he gets it.
"Tomorrow it is"
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Chrissy's party was one of the biggest of the year and since her parents, were away on a business trip everyone was attending.
It was also the party after graduation so it was anticipated by everyone and Chrissy had invited her and Eddie.
It was her first big party and she was excited.
At first, it was a little stifling, so many people crammed inside and out, the loud music blaring in her ears but she was determined to stick it out.
She had a reason for being here after all.
Operation First Kiss, yeah it was a kinda dorky name but this was just between her and Eddie who was staying close to her and handed her a beer.
"Okay, so candidates?" she prompted Eddie and tried to not notice how hot he looked in his leather jacket, black shirt, and black jeans.
Eddie wasn't very forthcoming so she looked around the room while sipping her beer.
"Okay, how about David, cute, nerdy guy? Standing over there beside Nancy. Think he works with her on the school paper" Eddie gives the guy a once over and shakes his head.
"Nope" she stares at him amused.
"Why not?" he shrugs and proceeds to drink his beer. Yeah, valid argument there Eddie.
She grins as she spots Jason and purely to wind Eddie up she points to him.
"I guess Carver is like a definite no then?" he almost chokes on the beer and glares at her and she looks back at him with a perfectly innocent expression.
"Oh ha ha" he murmurs sarcastically and she cuddles into him just for a second.
"I'm only teasing Eddie. I would never, he's a douchenozzle" Eddie snorts and whispers around his breath.
"Douchenozzle" he looks proud, he should be he's the one who taught her it.
They are so lost in their laughter that she doesn't notice one of the basketball players sidle up to her looking very interested.
"Hey?" he gets her attention and she smiles at him. His name was Danny and she knew he was very nice, Lucas liked him a lot.
"Hi"
"Are you enjoying the party?" he asks her and she shrugs.
"I'm not really one for parties but Chrissy invited us and she's really lovely so I thought why not?" at the mention of us he looks over to Eddie and pales.
She isn't sure why until she turns to Eddie and notices that his eyes are flashing dangerously and he does not look happy.
"Oh, I think I hear one of my friends calling me, got to go" Danny scurries off and she rounds on Eddie whose dark expression immediately soften. Now he's the one trying to look innocent.
"Eddie! What was that? We are trying to scope out potential candidates. Not scare them away. Danny is nice, Lucas likes him and says he's not a jerk like Jason"
Eddie gives her one of those heart-melting grins of his-all dimples and she sighs.
"Sorry sweetheart. You know how protective I am of you and I just want you to find a good guy"
Okay, she agrees and it was sweet of him to want her to find the perfect guy. Now it was on to the next one.
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Out of five other candidates she had found Eddie liked precisely none of them.
"He's far too into himself princess," he said about one of her picks.
The other was "A total butthead"
Even when she mentioned that maybe Gareth could be an option and worth considering as he was Eddie's best friend and all and was a great guy, Eddie swore and shook his head.
"No way, absolutely not princess" she is beyond exasperated by now.
"He's your best friend. You like him, what's wrong with him?"
"Nothing but it's still a no sweetheart" she huffs and Eddie offers to get her another beer when she sees Steve join the party with Robin and she has an eureka moment.
"I've got it," she says excitedly as Eddie comes back. He looks at her wary.
"What?"
"Steve, he is kind, handsome, sweet, and surely you have nothing against him right?" she implores and Eddie swallows and stakes his head.
"No, he's a great dude" he murmurs and fiddles with his rings, something she knows he does when he's anxious.
Almost immediately the idea disapatates quick.
"He's still crazy in love with Nancy though and I adore Nancy so that's not the best idea" is it her imagination or does Eddie relax after she says it?
Considering the party a failure she turns to Eddie and pouts.
"Did you make any more of that amazing mac and cheese Eds? This party is a bust and I'd rather be relaxing at yours" he brightens.
"Lead the way milady"
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Once they are back at his she is a little put out things never went how she thought they would.
"What a let down the party was. All those guys and every one was a fail" well mostly according to Eddie.
"There's still one guy left," Eddie tells her, and she feels her stomach fill with butterflies as his big brown eyes go all soft and he looks so shy which was a rarity.
"I'd like to put forth my candidacy"
Her jaw drops because she didn't expect this but then it suddenly clicks into place why he was so protective, how no one was good enough.
The only guy he wanted kissing her was himself. The butterflies intensify and she takes his hand.
"Eddie.. why didn't you say before?" she asks softly and he touches her cheek.
"I've always thought your were incredible. Beautiful. I like you a lot sweetheart, I've fallen for you hard"
"Oh, Eddie, I've been falling for you too. I wish you had said something sooner, would have saved us both a lot of pining" he grins.
"Yeah no shit" he teases and then he moves closer as does she and before she knows it they are kissing.
It's slow at first and very gentle. Tender, Eddie wraps his arms around her and holds her close.
They break away both grinning goofily. It was her first kiss and the first of millions more to come with Eddie.
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#eddie munson x reader#protective eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x female reader
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I think they were so worried about not getting a season 3 they ruined both the viewers expecting one and the viewers who would've liked it to end there. they've created an easily destroyable status quo because of course something needs to happen to get everyone back together for season 3. so it's not even a happy ending; it's so fragile, it's designed to fall apart the second that anyone learns that the show is back on. i get not wanting to bank on having a third season and wrapping it up but like. Galavant did that and did it better. WITH THE HEROES RETIRING AND THE TWO MINUTE MARRIAGE CEREMONY TO BOOT. But it gave an outline of where the plot might go from there and how the adventure will continue if it gets to. And it never got to, and season 2's ending is good because it's not /fragile/--it's not a cliffhanger, but you get the idea that they could keep going from there still. whereas this one didn't want to be a cliffhanger so much that they created the most breakable new status quo in history and if there is a season 3 it'll immediately be undone and I'll probably still watch it but like I'll /know/, y'know? They could fix everything in the first episode of season 3 and I'd still have to know that at one point, this was considered an acceptable outcome.
The thing that is driving me absolutely insane is they DID NOT HAVE TO DO THIS!
There's so many people looking at it like "well it's a shame that 2x08 clearly had to cram several episodes into one for budget reasons and it made the development weaker but that's the situation MAX put them in" and I cannot emphasize enough how much that is not true.
MAX did not break it to them after episodes 2x01 - 2x07 were written and half filmed that they would have to wrap up the whole plot in 30 minutes. Like absolute worst case scenario they had 10 eps mostly written and budget came back 20% over and they had to reduce to 8 total. More likely they knew they were getting 8 from the start.
It is absolutely nobody's fuck up except David Jenkins and his writers' room if they were unrealistic about what character beats were needed and would fit in the timeframe to reach a satisfying wrap up.
Worries about no S3 were on the table the moment it took until JUNE to get confirmation of S2. This wasn't sprung on them. If they wanted their story to have a "just in case" happy ending and then a "fully realized arc" happy ending, they should have fucking acted like it???
I was shocked when the first three episodes that dropped were so hardcore on destroying Edward's relationships and laying bare exactly how deep his issues went. It only made sense to me if they were going all in on getting a S3 and prepared to spend all of S2 focused on the implications of all that, and then the not-even two week in-universe timeline of the season reinforced my understanding that was happening.
"Shame we don't have time for our main couple to even start addressing their relationship or having moments of self-realization and sharing their issues," says guy who decided to make the first half of S2 about adding more problems on top of well established ones from S1 and the second half of S2 about throwing in a second breakup cycle instead of dealing with the fallout from the first.
Want Edward to end on a beat of feeling part of the found family? Well maybe adding a timeskip after 2x05 and then a crew chat in 2x06 where you make it clear he did an apology tour offscreen could help, but you also could have just not focused hard on him poisoning his relationship with every single one of them in the first place???
There's multiple different ways you can do Act 2 of a three act structure, and they did not have to choose one that ends on another dark cliffhanger beat or right at the open ended turning point toward growth? Like they didn't even do the one they picked in a way they could fit in their season. I feel like by the end of a struggles Act 2 both your protagonists need to have self-realized their issues and maybe had one conversation about it? Edward still wasn't talking about his guilt, and Stede wasn't talking about anything.
They aren't even at the turning point of growth and out of the backsliding / lessons learned era yet, that's why potential S3 will start on another backslide when status quo breaks and Stede starts "that's nice, dear"-ing Edward during the day and slipping out at night to vicariously listen to pirate stories or whatever (and they frame it like he's cheating).
We have two out of three seasons in a show that might only get two, and I feel like the characters have barely moved from their starting position.
Like idk maybe they are really good at coming up with character flaws - ex: Stede is repressed and bottles up his traumas until he mentally checks out / runs away - and just drawing blanks on how to believably "fix" them, but just going "well what if we just used this flaw to throw another miscommunication roadblock in their relationship?" is not getting them where they want to be.
The season was fundamentally designed against their stated goal and did not make what seem to be necessary writing concessions to the reduced screentime if they wanted their finale to land as an even plausibly happy ending. It's hollow.
And possibly not even salvageable in S3 since they aren't demonstrating the skills to salvage it.
#our flag means death#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd 2x08#david jenkins#ask#ladyluscinia#ofmd meta#ofmd critical
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i was just reading back through your writer’s desks and remembered how much i loved the slideshow au! no pressure but do you have anymore thoughts on it? it’s just one of my faves <3
The outline/notes for that one are still in the very early stages but I’m happy to share what I’ve got so far!
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He’s waiting for Tony to come back from the bathroom, the next episode of Crime Scene Kitchen queued up on the tv, when his phone vibrates with a text from Jack.
this prod meeting is running long, probs won’t be back until late. Go ahead and watch w/o me
Everything ok?
ya but part of the set got busted during a scene change so I gotta figure when/how to fix it before tomorrow night
I’ll put your takeout in the fridge and save you some egg rolls
and that’s why you’re my favorite
Say hi to Medda for me
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“Jack’s not going to be home until late,” Davey announces as Tony wanders back into the living room. “He says we should start without him.”
….
“Dave,” Tony says, sighing deeply. “Why am I looking at a PowerPoint titled, “Jack Kelly + David Jacobs: A Comprehensive Argument for Maintaining Equilibrium.”
Davey pins him with a scathing look. “It’s a Google Slides presentation, you godless heathen.”
“What the fuck?” Tony asks, ignoring him, clicking rapidly through the screens. “When did you even make this?”
Davey shifts in his seat. “I mean, it’s more of a living document, so it’s never really finished—“
“Davey.”
“A couple years ago, I guess,” Davey says. “Give or take.”
Tony squints at the computer screen. “It’s saved on your old university account.”
“Okay, or maybe it was three months into junior year!” Davey admits, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was a stressful semester and I was super nervous about failing my animal science midterm and Jack was out on a date with that PoliSci major that lived upstairs and— And the when isn’t the point! The point is, according to my research, telling Jack isn’t worth the risk of ruining our friendship.”
“What are these graphs even measuring?” Tony asks, staring at one of the slides. “‘Overall Happiness, Jacobs v Others’?”
….
“Well, your math is absolute shit, for one thing,” Tony says, frowning at a graph entitled ‘Art Pieces per Subject’. Davey’s name is sitting in dead last. “There’s no way these numbers are right. Jack draws you literally all of the time.”
Davey frowns right back at him. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Uh, yeah he fucking does,” Tony disagrees. “You’re, like, one of his favorite things to make art of, period. He spends about half his time bitching about how copic doesn’t make a marker that matches your eyes—at this point I’m pretty sure he’s got more drawings of you than actual pictures.��
“I think I would’ve noticed if Jack suddenly started drawing me,” Davey scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s not like he’s subtle when something’s caught his eye. Plus, he lets me flip through his sketchbooks whenever he finishes filling one and I’m almost never in them.”
“Which one?” Tony asks.
Davey blinks. “Which one, what?”
“Which one,” Tony repeats, oddly intent. “Which sketchbook does he show you?”
“What do you mean, which one?” Davey asks, irritated. “The only one! The one he always— it’s not like it’s some big secret!”
Tony stares. Then Tony sighs.
Very quietly, Davey hears him mutter, “…pair of fucking morons.”
…..
“Okay, but, riddle me this,” Tony says. “Why don’t you just tell him? What’s the worst that could happen?”
“What’s the worst that could— I literally just went over all the reasons why that’s a horrible idea!” Davey exclaims. “It would ruin everything!”
“I really don’t think it would, Dave,” Tony says. “You and Jack… will ya at least think about it?”
“I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Davey says, and to his horror, he can feel his eyes starting to sting. “I can’t.”
“Want me to do it?” Tony offers, and he says it like a joke but Davey knows him too well to think that he’s anything but absolutely serious.
He jolts forward, arms outstretched as if to preemptively cram the words back down his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare, Tones, I am so fucking serious—“
“Okay, okay!” Tony says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I won’t snitch on your neurotic ass, even if it’d make you happier in the long run. My word as my bond or whatever.”
Davey huffs out a laugh, and it’s only a little teary. “Fuck you, my neurotic ass is the reason you made it to graduation, shithead.”
…..
“Hey, can I borrow your laptop?” Jack asks. “Mine’s dead and I left my charger at the theater.”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Davey absently responds.
…..
“Davey,” Jack says, voice straining. “What the hell is this?”
“What is what?” Davey asks.
“This.” He turns the laptop around and— oh shit. It’s The Argument.
He feels his blood run cold. “Oh,” he says. “That.”
“Dave,” Jack says, his mouth set in a hard, thin line. “Did you make a fucking PowerPoint about me? About us?”
Davey swallows. “…It’s actually a Google Slides presentation,” he says weakly.
…..
“You’re telling me this is nothing?” Jack demands, incredulous. He tilts the screen back to show Davey the current slide, which is just an enlarged photo of Jack’s handsome, smiling face, surrounded by a halo of red arrows and the caption, ‘JUST LOOK AT HIM,’ written in boldfaced text. “Nothing? Nothing at all?”
“Maybe we can stop looking at it now,” Davey says, loudly. He leans over the back of the couch, making another panicked grab for his laptop, but Jack dodges out of the way, clicking to the next slide.
#*ask#newsies#javid#*editor's note#*the writing desk#bits & bobs#the google slides fic#this is the roughest of rough drafts but I hope it was legible and made some kind of sense?#hope you enjoy!!!#☺️
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hi domini! im a big fan of your writing and have read every one of your redacted fics, you are incredibly talented and with each fic you upload you never fail to amaze me and lead me into a deeper obsession with your work
this is just a fic request! no pressure to write this any time soon, or at all, especially with your new job and moving day soon! my request is:
david/darlin neighbour au? like david always giving darlin leftovers because he "cooked too much food" for the 50th night in a row
again, you don't have to write this, especially with how i didn't give you much to work with lol. i just thought of it and would love to see you write it! good luck with your moving day soon, im so excited to see the pictures and so happy for you! have a great week and sorry for the long message <3
Anon, thank you so much for this!
I know it's been so long since you sent me these incredibly kind words and this ask and I haven't written any fics in that time. This was such a great way to get back into the characters and the fun of working on fics. I hope you enjoy this starter and know that your words really meant a lot. Thank you!
Neighbor AU.
Darlin/David
I will absolutely be posting this on ao3 soon and hopefully adding more to it. <3 <3
It started in the laundry room.
They’d been living in the same building, on the same floor, in the same corridor for the last year but never spoken—not until that evening in the laundry room.
David was putting a load in when the other tenant came downstairs, no basket in hand, just an armful of t-shirts, underwear, and towels. He tried not to watch but it was impossible. He’d caught plenty of glimpses of them over the months, in the hall and on the elevator. They were a storm wearing skin and a leather jacket.
With a huff, they crammed the ball of fabric into a machine and then peeled their shirt off and kicked off their boots, huffing annoyance as they unbuttoned and squirmed out of their jeans.
There was no way they thought they were alone in the room. David was not the sort of man that went unnoticed. He slammed the lid on his machine just in case.
The other tenant pulled their phone from the pocket of their jeans along with a wad of cash, and put it down to the side before closing the machine.
David raised an eyebrow and looked at them, really looked at them, wearing nothing but underwear and stepping back into their boots. They were lanky, all muscle and bruises. One hand rubbed the back of their head, ruffling their hair while jabbing the buttons to start the machine. “What?” they snapped, not even looking at him.
Their knuckles were raw and bloody and their side looked splotchy, like those ribs would be bruised tomorrow.
“Bad day?” David asked the scrapper.
They huffed again, this time grinning and turning enough to look at him. They had blood on their teeth and in their hair. “Nope.” They picked up their phone and the crumpled bills, both of them walking out of the laundry room and down the long hall to the elevator.
David followed them into the lift and waited. They jabbed the button for their floor.
They both walked down the hall, almost together.
The scrapper peeled off first at their door, only a handful of steps before David’s. They shared a wall. He only realized they weren’t carrying keys when they opened their apartment door. They hadn’t even locked it.
What a mess, he thought with a smile.
He saw them again when he was on his way to the basement to move his laundry to the dryer. They had showered and were wearing a pair of sweatpants.
They leaned against the dryer after starting it and watched him, not unlike how he’d watched them when they were stripping down an hour ago.
David let them. He’d called most people out on eyeing him in his life but this seemed like fair turn around. They started their machines and took the hall together again. This time, in the elevator, their stomach growled.
The scrapper rolled their eyes like it was a familiar nag and not a biological function reminding them of hunger.
He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He wasn’t exactly known for making the first move in making friends. “Do you like enchiladas?!
The door plinged when it opened and their neighbor looked over their shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised. The brow was split by an old scar. “What?”
“I made enchiladas yesterday. It’s too much. Do you want some?”
They were walking again, both of them moving a little slower than usual down the hall toward their doors. “Is that your way of inviting me in?”
He snorted. “I’m not inviting you in. You’ll get blood on my rug. I’m asking if you want some of the leftovers.”
Their smirk sharpened. “Do you think I don’t have food?”
He bit back a laugh, suddenly willing to bet their fridge was empty. “Forget I asked.”
They were at their door but paused.
He felt their gaze on him, considering him. He unlocked his apartment and was one step in when they suddenly said, “Okay.”
He looked back at them, standing in the hallway outside their door. They looked unsure and suddenly younger, softer. He could see the echo of what he imagined they’d been like as a kid, before they got tough. He nodded. “I’ll grab you a plate.” He held out his hand. “My name’s David.”
Their gaze flicked to his hand like trust didn’t come naturally, but they closed the distance and took it. “Darlin.”
He smiled before he could catch himself.
Luckily, they smiled back. “I know. Either my parents had a really different idea for who I’d be or they were assholes.”
David shrugged, dropping their hand after maybe a second too long of holding it to duck inside and make his way for the kitchen. “Maybe it suits you,” he said.
Darlin laughed, leaning against his open doorway. He didn’t mind if they came inside but he wasn’t sure they were willing to. Interesting. They’d leave their door unlocked but they weren’t quite ready to walk into a stranger’s apartment. “Yeah. Like calling someone tall Shorty.”
He laughed and pulled the dish out of the fridge. He cut a few enchiladas free and scooped them onto a plate. He would have wrapped it if he wasn’t sure they were going to eat it right away. He paused with it in hand and look at them. “Do you need to borrow a fork?”
Darlin’s expression bloomed in a huge grin. “Fuck you,” they laughed, holding out a hand for the food.
He crossed his apartment to put it in their hand. “See you around, Darlin,” he said.
They nodded, still smiling when they walked back to their place and inside.
David thought about that smile and that laugh all day afterward and the next time he saw them in the hall they talked more and Darlin had him wait in the hall to bring him the plate. They’d even washed it and promised they’d used soap and not just licked it clean. He tried to ignore the jolt that mental imagine sent through his whole body, but something about the way they bit their smile suggested they’d seen it too.
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❝ With the six of us crammed into David's truck, quiet voices musing about Joe's recent journey to the other side, Cait—unacquainted with the late nights of med school, or the even later nights that came with being part of Nelson's deranged experiments—nodded off against my shoulder. It was only a second, maybe two. Our bodies jolted, shifted when David drove over a fracture in the pothole laden street... and she awoke without knowing that for a brief moment, my body had been a respite from her exhaustion.
Pressed against her in the confined space, peculiarly aware of my own heartbeat and the lingering sensation of her warmth, I felt... I felt somehow like I had just woken up, too. ❞
#THE VISION is that he's just gotten back to his dorm and is recording all of that into his little tape recorder :3c#i love how flowery he gets sometimes when using it so I TRIED to emulate that lol#in regards to the dialogue: my s/i is Rachel's friend/a film student they brought on to better document the experiments#bc Joe isn't very good at filming lbh his camerawork was ALL OVER THE PLACE#Nelson isn't crazy about her involvement especially at this point bc he hasn't seen how much better her camera/camerawork is yet lol#on a different note: HOW TF do you render leather 😭😭😭#selfship art#self ship art#selfship#caitiearts#randalltag#🩺 flatliners
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Demonic Mental Health Awareness Post
i'm not sure if occult beings are technically capable of suffering from mental illnesses but, watching S2 for the nth time now, i'm pretty sure that ever since Armageddon didn't happen, crowley has simply been a little, well ... depressed.
(just in case, a mild TW: depression, trauma, mental illness)
like, one of the firsts things we hear him say (to shax, out of all people) is: "do you ever think: what's the point of it all? heaven, hell, angels, demons, it's all ... pointless." which– whoof, that's heavy. i mean, fair enough, he's got a point, but it's still one hell (pun intended) of a statement to chuck out as one of the first things he says this season.
i think the way that crowley and aziraphale processed Armageddon is .. very different. we see aziraphale at the beginning of S2:
happy as always in his surroundings
chatting to the people in his whickber street community
buying music
humming along to it in his bookshop
and just frolicking, as he always does
crowley, however, is:
sitting alone on The park bench
questioning the meaning of existence
while also technically being homeless
and living in his car
for ... no apparent reason other than not being bothered to miracle himself up a new flat
of course, crowley's always been a bit of a grumpy goth boyfriend. but it doesn't take a licensed therapist to figure out that he's clearly Going Through something. and it makes sense, if you think about it. surely, Armageddon was traumatic for both of them. but i think aziraphale does have a bit more of a safety net to fall back on. he's got his shop, his books, his music and some of his neighbours he seems to like and know. and, of course, he has crowley. who's always just a phone call away and who he, as we are told, calls when pretty much anything does or doesn't happen.
crowley's main hobby and somewhat safe space used to be his plants and his flat, but those are kinda gone too now/crammed into the bentley and he clearly hasn't been able to move on yet since he a) hasn't bothered to get a new flat and (what i think is an even bigger indicator of him not being okay) b) hasn't told aziraphale yet. ("we talk all the time!" yup, but clearly not about the things that matter, hm?)
it's been four years. four years in which, seemingly, aziraphale had few issues with falling back into his old flow, picking up his hobbies again and even making more friends around Soho. and four years in which crowley lost his flat, most of his plants and apparently his will to change anything about it or share it with aziraphale.
having been through major depressive episodes myself, this does *david tennant voice* bingle-bongle-dingle-dangle all my alarm bells.
because people cope with trauma in different ways. some better than others. and crowley, having Major Unresolved Trauma from his Fall, always having been rather unhappy with the work he'd been doing for hell (aka only getting credit for things he didn't do and sort of messing up things he did do) and also having to face the fact that the angel he was head over heels in love with kept turning him down over and over again for reasons he didn't understand ... well, it didn't set him up for a great post-not-so-much-the-end-of-the-world start.
and sometimes, being forced to keep running under kinda shitty conditions (such as a crappy job or trying to chase after the love of your life) still keeps you running. but once that all stopped, once aziraphale and crowley were (at least for the time being) free of heaven and hell and could finally just live their lives, crowley seems to just have retreated further back into himself. questioning the whole meaning of existence and not really talking about it to the one person he'd always wanted to be with. which makes sense because more than anything, crowley wants to protect aziraphale. and he‘s definitely the type of demon person to think that sharing your struggles means burdening someone else with them. oh crowley, you and me would have so much to talk about, babe.
so yeah. the world almost ended. and then it just went back to normal. and i think crowley is still stuck somewhere between thinking he'd lost his best friend and love of his life in a fire, almost being anihilated by his satanic boss and then everything simply snapping back into the way it always was – within the span of a day. no wonder he's finding it a little hard to move on.
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(addendum: there's a great piece of fanfiction called "Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach" that deals exactly with that trauma, in which crowley goes to see a therapist. incredible character study and brilliant writing.)
#crowley#good omens season 2#go2#good omens 2#gos2#ineffable husbands#trauma#its ok to be overwhelmed crowley babe#he's Been Through It#give my man a break#and a therapist
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Killers when they catch you masturbating
Requested: No
Warnings: Spice. Non/Dub-Con elements
A/N: It’s 3am and I don’t feel like re-reading this so if you see spelling errors, no you don’t
Evan
Evan didn’t even mean to catch you. It was the beginning of the trial and he hadn’t even seen a single survivor yet, placing his traps when he heard a noise from a locker in the shack. He couldn’t recall the sound of any traps snapping and he certainly hadn’t swung his weapon at anybody but he investigated anyways, thinking it to be an injured survivor. Needless to say, he was quite surprised to find you in the locker, uninjured but with your hand down your pants. Oh, what’s that? You try to burst past him? Too late, he’s already dropped his weapon, cramming himself as deep into the locker as he can, keeping you blocked in. Well, what are you waiting for? Keep going.
Max
Max, the poor sweet boy, was simply following behind an injured David when he came across you in a corner of the map. And you, so distracted by your own pleasure, didn’t even notice. But he definitely noticed you. And seeing you distracted him so much that he almost tripped over himself, letting David get the hell out of dodge. Not that Max cared much anyway, too distracted by watching you. It turned him on, watching you get yourself off, unaware of his eyes on you. He didn’t even notice when his hand slipped into his pants, stroking himself at the same pace as you. It’ll happen again, though every time after this will be on purpose. Max will watch you every second you’re not in a trial, just waiting for you to touch yourself so he can get himself off too.
Julie
Julie was just following killer instinct when she happened upon you after slashing your teammate, your hand in your pants in one of the rooms of Rpd, kneeling beside a lit generator, only snapping out of your pleasured haze by her dark chuckles. She could see the way your face shifted, from horror at the sight of the killer to embarrassment and shame knowing what she had seen. She flips her knife in her hands, looking like she was contemplating you before she shrugged and walked closer, pushing you onto your back as she undoes her pants. After all, you might as well help her out. Maybe she’ll return the favor when she’s done riding your face.
Danny
Considering that Danny is literally stalking you, he “catches” you masturbating a lot. It’s just a matter of whether or not he can reach you. If you stay within the camp’s safe perimeters when you touch yourself then he’s forced to just watch (which does suit him fine) but if you do it in a trial? His hands are on you, keeping you against him as he takes over, blood of the other survivors on his gloves. He’ll degrade you, mock you for being so horny that you couldn’t even finish a trial first. And now look at this, all your friends are dead and you’re all alone with him. And you’re not leaving til he’s done with you.
Tarhos
Tarhos was simply wandering in his realm, doing his usual perimeter checks when he heard you. You were just outside of his territory, crouching beside a tree as you touched yourself. He found himself intrigued, silently observing you. It was only when you came that he stepped forward, already working himself out of his lower body armor with one hand, grabbing at you with the other. After all, it was only fair that he showed you how much he…..appreciated your show.
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