Jimmy never knew his dad.

Sure, make the joke on how many dads he has or how much they ignored him just to be with his mom. But none of them really resonate with him as much as Jimmy wished they would.

He remembers the half-hearted gifts, the harsh punishments, the need for him to get out of the way, or even the ‘lessons’ he’ll have to learn one day.

He never learned but he learn on his terms even now he did.

But it was one day while he was watching tv late at night that something happened that he’ll never forget.

He was nine years old then, eating some cereal as his mom was cleaning, and his third dad was out with his drinking buddies again. It was late but Jimmy knew that his mom was too tired to tell him to go to bed so the tv was the way to go. There weren't any cartoons up and running so Jimmy changed the channel until he saw the news.

Now, Jimmy didn't care about the news, neither did he get it all that much, but somehow he knew that he needed to watch it, at least for this specific moment. His mother was going to tell him to change the channel but then the newswoman blared on about breaking news.

“Breaking News: Serial Killer James Earl Cash or more commonly known as ‘Cut-Throat Cash’ was found hiding away in an apartment in Carcer City.

After a decade-long manhunt, the criminal has been found and apprehended by law enforcement. Gary Schaffer, Chief Officer of the Carcer City Police Department shared his enthusiasm about the matter earlier this night.”

The scene then cuts to an older man dressed in blue, flashing lights, and silence is met as he speaks up. He looked exhausted yet excited at the same time, showing off a confident smile as he raised the paper in his burly hands.

“Today is a victory for not only me and my men, but for Carcer City itself as we’ve captured a criminal roaming our good streets.

For too long this ‘man’ has gotten away from cold-blooded murder, the loss of innocent lives, families destroyed, and too many graves filled. But because of the hard work brought to my men in blue, we’ve finally caught him, and I will personally see that he will never hurt anyone ever again.”

The scene then changed over to the newswoman dressed in her red suit.

“As of the time being, Cash is being held in Darkwoods Penitentiary pending his trial.

It is unknown what penalty Cash will face, but guaranteed, when it will come out, we will be here to let you all know. This is Robin-”

The tv was shut off, Jimmy finally came back to reality as soon as he saw his reflection on the black screen. He instinctively looked over at where the remote was before he finally saw his mother. She had the remote in her hands, she was shaking, and there were tears in her eyes.

“Mom?”

The woman didn't move, her grip on the remote tightened so hard that her knuckles turned white. Jimmy called her again, resting the cereal down on the table once he saw the tears go down her face. He tried to calm her down, asking what was wrong before he was drawn into a suffocating hug.

Jimmy was going to complain, he didn't like hugs, but seeing how much despair his mother was in he relented.

The young boy wrapped his arms around his mother, softly patting her back as she cried. He didn't understand what was wrong and why she was crying in the first place.

Was it because of what they were showing on tv? Usually, his mom was fine watching stuff like that, news and all.

Was it because it was late? It wasn't that late, at least for Jimmy’s standards.

Well, whatever it was, Jimmy held onto his mother until she calmed down. And the older woman let herself cry for a little while longer before she finally put herself together.

She looked horrible with the makeup running down her face yet she looked like she was about to say something. She didn't, however, cover her mouth and apologize for crying out of nowhere. Despite her son’s protests, she sent her son to bed and cleaned up the mess left over.

She didn't watch the news all that much after that...

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS SATOSUGU STAR WARS AU BY @fushiglow

I SKECHTS SOME SCENES BASED ON THAT FIC AND IS SO GOOD 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

iced ankle - zayne x reader (nsfw warning)

You whimper at the coolness on your skin.

To be fair, it's supposed to be cold, and for a quicker recovery, your leg is lifted into the air, Zayne's palm wrapped around the sprain, evol cool against your ankle as his other hand presses down where you can feel him inside of you. It makes you squirm slightly, breathing labored as he tilts his head down at you.

"Are you alright? Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare." You manage, shifting slightly to adjust to his size, ice on his palm sliding up you as he pinches your nipple. You whimper.

"The patient looks uncomfortable."

"God, you're so work-brained." You groan, humming as Zayne moves your other ankle to his shoulder, pulling you close as he folds you onto his table, papers scattering as he does.

"If I were so work-brained, you would not be here getting railed in my office." He chuckles, humming as his hands grow colder to make a point, sliding down your waist just to see you squirm.

You let out a shaky breath as you hum. "You can move now."

"Good girl." He hums, finally moving as you cling onto his desk, head thrown back in pleasure as your head swirls. You wonder if he should start giving you treatment of this type more often.

Zenos Boba

(Repost) Uh anyway

KO-FI | INSTA | YOUTUBE

the bigger the figure, the better i like her

the better i like her, the better i feed her

the better i feed her, the bigger the figure

the bigger the figure, the more i can love

I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon

Babe wake up, canon designs for future Raph and Donnie just dropped 👀

the star you've longed for

I saw them kissing behind a Walmart once

Falin in the Isle of Wa

ft Benichidori and Hien 👯‍♀️

Part 1 of my postcanon dyke drama cinematic universe

Part 2

Interlude

Part 3

suit tutorial

I'm just gonna throw these out here as they are

i lost my stylus again wtf

Don't be scared.