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that @julieczyras chick repost from you agian.
ugh, I hate it here sometimes. is it really so hard to just click reblog instead of saving a gif and reuploading it?
but thanks for telling me ♡
(oh and quick psa: @/julieczyras is a gif and art reposter for the mickey & friends fandom (and other fandoms) who targets mostly me and idk why. tumblr dosen't have the repost reposter option anymore, so I would suggest just blocking and ignoring if you don't want you're stuff to be reposted by them.)
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the return of gym!eddie — or the neighbors AU that nobody asked for… cont’d from here. 1.9k 18+, MDNI
eddie munson x fem!reader (implied plus size)
Eddie was shit at checking his mail.
It was partly due to the fact that his apartment was tucked away at the back of the property, while the mailboxes were up at the front by the clubhouse and the pool and the leasing office. So the only time he checked it was if he made a special stop coming in or out of the complex.
Except if he was going somewhere, eleven times out of ten he was running late. He’d breeze right past them, telling himself it made more sense to check on his way back anyway. But then by the time he was headed back, he’d have forgotten all about it—his brain too fried, or too distracted by an epic solo performed on his steering wheel.
He wouldn’t even remember his mailbox existed until he was already at home, all settled in on the couch and lighting up a bowl while Gollum, Sam or Frodo dozed off in his lap. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to interrupt that just to fetch some junk mail and overly busy sales flyers.
Normally, he was pretty good about grabbing it after he’d finished up at the gym. But with the new year had come scores of new gym-goers all making good on their resolutions. Which was great and all, good for them, blah blah blah.
But it meant his usual quiet, alone time was suddenly...not that.
And he’s just not like Steve, you know? He doesn’t get off on people seeing what he can bench or strutting around in his sweaty tank and green shorts so everyone can take a good, long look at him. Reaching around the back of his own head and grasping at the hair there, squeezing it at his dampened roots until the tendons in his arms flex and his muscles bulge.
No. All Eddie wants is to sit quietly and do his reps in peace and (relative) solitude.
The only person he’s ever wanted to share the gym with was you…but it had been weeks now since your accidental meeting. And he was really hoping the only reason he hadn’t seen you around lately was because you too were also avoiding the resolutioners, and not because you were dodging him after your conversation.
He’d been playing it on a loop in his brain ever since. Not like, obsessively, or anything…
Okay. Maybe just a little.
He couldn’t help it, though. You could have set a world record by now with the way you’ve been running through his mind. Even little, silly things like eating his Cocoa Puffs in the morning has him wondering about you and what kind of cereal you liked. He imagined someday stocking it in the pantry and pulling it out as you emerge from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes, smiling and sated after a night of carnal bliss where he made you come like fifty times.
(It’s a fantasy, okay? Can’t a guy dream?)
Of course no part of his fantasy would ever come true if he never got to see you again.
Maybe he’d freaked you out? Maybe you’d given up on the gym completely because he was such a creepy, weird, weirdo and you were avoiding it to avoid him? Maybe he’d already ruined it.
That thought in and of itself was devastating, but Eddie couldn’t even bring himself to entertain it for too long. Because ultimately, he still felt like everything had gone pretty well.
He knew your name now, and you knew his. He knew you had lived here about six months and that you worked from home just like he did. He knew you had one cat and there were five dogs you walked at various times during the week, but the two he hadn’t seen lived in the complex next door. He also knew you used mango body wash, but not because he asked about it.
Eddie actually felt like he’d been kinda-sorta charming? Maybe? You’d smiled a lot—Ozzy help him, he’d started counting how many times he’d made you do it. And you’d laughed at some goofy little thing he’d said which truly, genuinely, nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.
These thoughts and about a million others all swirled in his head as he opened up his mailbox.
He grumbled softly to himself as he flipped through the underwhelming stack just to be sure he didn’t miss a postcard from Wayne or some overdue bill. He was so distracted, he didn’t even notice the footsteps of someone walking up to lean against the wall behind him.
“Anything good?”
Normally, Eddie didn’t scare so easy. Maybe it was because he was still on edge after his work-out with the way the big hulking dude next to him had been huffing so loudly, snorting and grunting like a bulldog doing blow. Maybe it was because he’d been so wrapped up in thoughts about you, he wasn’t remotely ready for you to just appear like he had conjured you.
Wait…had he conjured you?
Whatever the reason—he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. His head whipped around and pain radiated in his skull as it connected with the sharp corner of his open mailbox door. Your eyes widened in horror as you watched his face screw up in agony, wincing along with him as he let out a loud and not remotely manly yelp.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry!”
As you swooped in, the stinging pain in Eddie’s head was instantly tempered. Probably because his brain was now too filled with you for him to remember he was injured.
Holy shit you were so close. Holy, holy, holy fucking shit you were touching his forehead.
The brush of your fingertips along his brow, gently lifting his scraggly bangs—why had he not trimmed them in anticipation of this impossible to predict set of circumstances??—had his heart melting into a puddle in the center of his chest, as did the smile that spread across your lips.
“I just wanted to say hi,” you lamented. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Oh, no—you didn’t scare me,” Eddie’s lips vibrated with the raspberry he blew. “That, um. That was on purpose. I do it all the time. It’s like parkour…for your face.”
The laugh that burst out of you might as well have been made of gold, it felt so precious to Eddie. It filled him with a shimmery kind of feeling like on the rare occasions when he drank champagne or that one Fourth of July he watched the fireworks over the lake and they reflected in the water.
“Well, you’re very good,” you said, the words still tinged with your giggle.
It made Eddie grin all big and stupid in spite of feeling like a little bit of a loser. And, hey, maybe he was. But if you didn’t mind, he sure didn’t.
Your eyes then darted downwards and he felt that same familiar surge of excitement as he had the last time you checked him out…until he remembered what he was wearing.
He crossed his arms across his chest, filled to the brim with regret he’d chosen today of all days to wear one of the long-sleeve compression tees he’d gotten for Christmas from Steve. Because even with his chest and arms technically covered, the material was so thin and fit him so tight, it left virtually nothing to the imagination. You could probably make out the raised ink lines of his tattoos if you looked close enough.
Christ, she can see my nipples, he thought miserably as he tightened his grip on himself.
“Headed to the gym?” you asked, with something he dared to believe was hope in your eyes.
“No,” he said, deflating even more. “I just finished. You?”
“Nah,” you shook your head. “It’s been too crowded. Lots of people made resolutions for the new year, I’m guessing. I’ve been going at sort of weird times trying to avoid them.”
Eddie nodded in agreement, fingers now digging into his bicep. Fuck. What was a not-creepy way to ask what those weird times were? Or to ask if you wanted to run away together? Or where to go on your honeymoon? Maybe he’d find out if he could just open his fucking gob and ask.
The realization about his shirt had made a wave of self-consciousness wash over him and even though his brain was moving at about a hundred miles an hour, his mouth was frozen shut. His silence, as well as his abrupt shift in demeanor, had annihilated any undercurrent of flirtation.
“Well, I should get going. I’ve got a dog to walk,” you said when the silence went on just a smidge too long. “I’ll see you around, hopefully.”
Eddie made a sound somewhere between the word yeah and a grunt. You gave him a little wave and started to walk away, the sinking sun behind your body surrounding you in light like a fucking goddess. Eddie seriously considered bashing his head into the mailboxes on purpose. Was he seriously going to blow this again?
“You know…”
Eddie nearly choked on his heart as it leapt into his throat. You did a little spin on your heel and turned back towards him, your eyes glinting fierce with mischief and a smile curling across your lips. Lips that formed the most beautiful words he’d heard since, I just wanted to say “hi.”
“I was thinking,” you said, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. “If I’m ever at the gym and it’s not super crowded, I could let you know. Like…if I had your number?”
Oh, boy. Be cool, be cool, be cool, be cool—
“Are you, uh, asking me to ask you for your number?”
Eddie grinned at you, a little smug in spite of himself as he did. He could only hope his façade of confidence was enough to hide the fact that he was literally jumping up and down clicking his heels with glee on the inside. You smirked back at him, just as smug, if not a little more.
“I don’t know,” you said. “Are you asking me to ask you to ask me for my number?”
The both of you tittered at that, and suddenly he didn’t feel so bad about being kind of a loser. Because it seemed like you were kind of a loser too. He beamed as he put his hand up to lean on the wall, giving you a practically cartoonish once-over as though he was about to lay down the smoothest, most panty-dropping line of his life.
“Well, are you asking me…wait, what?”
Eddie’s brain stalled as he tried to repeat what you’d said and he looked away, glancing down at his feet, thwarted by his own hubris. But it made you giggle again and he thinks it might be his favorite sound in the whole fucking world. He wished it could be his ringtone, his morning alarm, the signal on his dryer—
He’s yanked out of his thoughts by the sight of your extended palm, motioning gimme with the fingers he can’t stop picturing laced with his.
“Let me see your phone, dork.”
@tomtomslongdong that shirt is just for you, bb 🥳
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Love Letter: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader
Tagging: @stydiaswish @goosterroose @darqchilddaydreamz @librarian1002 @redpool @kmc1989 @trublu2u @fleureeee @yezzyyae @jeybae @@hatersaremymotivators @ravennaortiz @courtney-elizabeth93
References to:
Safe - Chibs patches you up after a bad night.
Gunpowder & Lead - Chibs searches for you in the aftermath of Safe.
Home - Chibs decides to take you home. - Companion piece to Safe and Gunpowder & Lead
By the time your letter arrives in the mail Juice has already gone completely off the rails. He spends his nights partying, drinking himself into oblivion and taking a concoction of drugs that even Tig wouldn’t have touched during his wild years.
When he’s not at the clubhouse getting fucked, he’s doing his own fucking back at Diosa. He’s slept with countless women over the past couple of months and none of them get the memory of you out of his head.
It's not your absence that kills him, although that’s part of it. It’s the guilt. He’s the one that put you back on your husband’s radar, the one that insisted you submit that painting into the competition, the one who’d encouraged you to have your picture taken with it.
He recognises your handwriting as soon as he finds the envelop in his mailbox. His thumb chases over the cursive loops before he tucks it underneathe the stack of motorcycle magazines on the coffee table. He knows it’s just a rehash of the phone conversation you had. He can’t stand to go through it again, but he also can’t bring himself to throw it away.
It’s Chibs that finds the letter.
He knows what a man in crisis looks like and he can see that Juice is starting to circle the drain. How it happens doesn’t matter, OD, bar fight, liver failure, the point is it’s doing to happen, and Chibs can’t stand the thought of it.
When he drags Juice home from the clubhouse that night and puts him to bed, he surveys the mess with a sigh. There’s empty beer bottles and take away containers all over the place. A dozen of empty mugs he’s been using as ashtrays. The kid Chibs knows is practically OCD to the point of making sure the tins in his cupboard face the right way, the mess is a sure sign that Juice is struggling.
It's when he starts cleaning up that he comes across the envelop. He tears it open because at this point, he’s looking for some insight because Juice hasn’t been forthcoming. He knows you’ve left but as to the circumstances, the younger man refuses to talk about it.
It’s as he reads the letter than he understands what happened. It’s an echo of his own past, of the night Evelyn turned up at his door with bruises on her face because her divorce had gone through, and her ex had turned up at the house that night.
The difference between you and Evelyn…
She knew she couldn’t outrun that monster, so she’d taken matters into her own hands. She’d been prepared to go to prison for it until he’d stepped in.
You…
You didn’t have it in you. Evelyn was tempered steel underneathe all that silk and litigation. You’re all heart, soft and artistic, the perfect partner for someone like Juice. Chibs sighs before he lays out the letter on the coffee table. Juice needs to read this, he needs to know that it isn’t his fault, that you don’t blame him for what happened because that’s what’s fuelling his self-destructiveness, the guilt of it all.
When the younger man wakes up the next morning, he doesn’t expect to find Chib’s in his kitchen. His head is pounding and there’s that agony in his chest, the one he wakes up with every single morning.
“Sit.” Chibs says, pushing a fresh mug of coffee towards Juice.
Even in his most rebellious moments, he still respects his president. He does as he’s told, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug before bowing his head and staring into the dark liquid.
“You need to read this.” Chibs says, setting the letter down in front of the younger man. He sees Juice’s gaze flicker up to study the writing before his lips purse together grimly.
“No.” He says shaking his head, shoving the letter away from him.
“Lad…” Chibs says firmly before using his fingertips to slide the letter back. “Read it.”
It takes Juice almost five minutes to get through it, because he finds himself re-reading parts of it over and over again, trying to absorb the words, to believe them.
It’s not your fault.
I still love you.
I’ll always love you.
It’s like a dam breaks inside of him and all of that emotion he’s been repressing, it comes rushing to the surface like a flood. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that leak down his cheeks but not before one falls onto the letter, staining the ink that’s embedded in the paper.
“I thought it was my fault.” He finds himself saying as he sets the letter back down on the table.
“No.” Chibs says, meeting Juice’s gaze. He’s been there himself; he knows the toll that something like this takes on your soul, how it can ravage you, eat you from the inside out. “None of this is your fault.”
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love bug
Jax’s POV
The roar of motorcycles echoed off all the houses in the neighborhood as I pulled into the driveway. The rest of the gang continued, heading to the clubhouse with the gritty scent of motor oil lingering in the air. Generally, I would have joined them for a little mischief and a bit of whiskey, but I had other things on my mind, more important things. Tossing my cut onto the kitchen table, I noticed a playpen out of the corner of my eye. As I got closer to it, I saw a delicate pink bow and a note written on some pale yellow parchment paper. A while back, Opie and I had stumbled upon this old thing while cleaning out the shed, a definite relic from the past but with a new purpose, seeing as how we needed to make room for the newest addition to the Teller family.
“Cleaned this up and thought the Teller family could use it. Lots of love, Donna and Opie,” the note read.
I had to admit, it looked almost brand new. In fact, if I hadn’t seen it covered in dirt and cobwebs a few weeks ago, I’d probably think it was. I wasn’t sure whether or not Amber had seen it yet, but I felt the urge to find some cute little stuffed animals to throw in there anywhere. On the off chance she didn’t already catch a glimpse of the surprise, I could surely sweeten the deal and send her over the moon in a good way.
Amber’s POV
I ran my fingers over my stomach, acknowledging the thoughtful gesture from our best friends.
“This was so sweet of your aunt and uncle, Love Bug,” I said, rubbing my belly. The cute little cat and dog stuffies that Jax added looked just like two of our current fur babies, which really made my heart melt even more. The next day, before my shift, I wanted to swing over to Opie’s and visit Donna to express our thanks. I knew they would never take any money from us, so Jax had told me to slip it into their mailbox with a note from Clay stating it was a little extra for a run they had pulled a few weeks ago.
After a sluggish day at work, I set a course for home. With exhaustion dragging behind me, I barely made it to the couch before I felt my eyelids getting heavy. Even though it was a tough day, if I’d take a nap now, I’d just be up all night, likely getting into stuff and keeping Jax awake. So, instead of catching some shuteye on the sofa, I made it my point to complete a few chores around the house. Just as I started to fold laundry on the bed, I heard a car pull into the driveway. It was Donna, most likely stopping by to see how I was getting on with Jax running some late-night errands for the club.
“Hey, girl,” I greeted her, wearing a tired smile.
“Hey!” She reared back for a moment, “Sweetie, don’t take this wrong way, but you look like shit.”
“Well, nice to see you too,” I joked, welcoming her in.
“Ah, you know I didn’t mean anything by it, but you really can’t keep pulling all these long shifts in your condition. You’re going to wear yourself too thin.”
“I know; I don’t want Jax making all the money. I want to contribute financially too, plus I like to stay busy.” I wheeled myself toward the kitchen, “Especially when Jax is out doing club stuff.”
“I get that, it’s just—”
“Seriously, Don, I’m fine,” I opened the fridge and grabbed some juice. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, that’s okay. I just came by to check on you and Baby Teller,” she replied, settling at the table. “Did Jax say anything to you about Clay forgetting to pay the boys for the last run?”
I knew she was hinting about the money in the mailbox, and I hoped I wasn’t too tired that I couldn’t keep up the act of playing dumb. “I think he mentioned it. I guess Bobby messed up the split, and they were just seeing it right.”
“Oh. Never knew Bobby to mess up when it came to money,” the look on her face wasn’t entirely clear whether or not she bought it or not, so I quickly kept the conversation moving.
“As for me, everything has been,” I found myself pausing, and I wasn’t sure why exactly, “good, actually.”
She nodded, but I could feel her eyes on me as if they were pleading with me to dive a little deeper into my thoughts. “Alright,” she said in a long, condescending sort of way. “Can I take a look at the nursery so far?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed, leading her back the hall.
As we walked into the freshly painted room, she had a surprised look, “Wow, Amber! This is beautiful!”
“Yeah, it’s coming along,” then the hormones hit me like a truck, and I burst into tears. “What if Jax doesn’t want this baby, and he leaves me?” I confessed, blurting it out and letting my vulnerability break through the fragile armor I tried to keep.
“That’s the pregnancy talking if I ever heard it,” she put her arm around me and rubbed my shoulder.
“But, we conceived the baby, little Love Bug, while he was locked up, in front of two guards even, do you know how embarrassing—”
“Hey, stop that stuff right now. You know the SOA life is anything but glamorous. Just be glad that you and I lucked out and were able to tame our bad boys.” Donna, one of the few privy to the actual circumstances of my pregnancy, reassured me. “It could be worse…”
“Oh yeah? How?” I asked, wiping my nose across my sleeve.
“I don’t know. Like Tig could have been the father or something,” she playfully gagged.
“Yikes,” I thought about it for a minute and realized she was right, and I was most likely overreacting.
“Besides, after Love Bug is born, I’m certain Jax is going to shower you both with so much love that you’ll be the envy of every single mom in Charming.”
“You hear that, little girl? Aunt Donna knows your daddy is going to love you,” I whispered, my hand tenderly caressing the life inside me.
“Woah, hold up, you’re going to have a girl!?” Donna shrieked.
“Yup, found out yesterday. Gemma went with me,” I smiled through the tears that seemed to be a constant companion. Then, the emotions overwhelmed me once again, and I found myself with the waterworks pouring down my rosy cheeks. “Goodness, these damn hormones. I wish they would stop making me cry at the dumbest things. The other day, I cried because I forgot cereal at the store,” I confessed, trying to laugh through it all.
“Yeah, that’s the part of being pregnant I don’t miss,” Donna chuckled, “That and not being able to paint my toenails.”
“Fair point,” I chirped. It wasn’t even that funny, although very accurate, but her remark caused me to laugh like I just heard the funniest joke on the planet.
“But really, Amber, you don’t have anything to worry about. Jax is gonna love her and spoil her; love you and spoil you. I can see it now; she’s gonna have her daddy wrapped around her little finger,” Donna winked and wiggled her pinky in front of my face.
“Thank you for this,” I laughed, feeling the warmth of family support.
“Hey, anytime. That’s what family’s for,” Donna smiled.
A few months later, the hospital room filled with anticipation. I lay there, gazing at a family of orange butterflies outside the window—reminding me of the surreal and symbolic dance of life amid the chaos of childbirth.
“They haven’t left, have they?” Jax asked as he held our newborn daughter, Mary Lynn, in his arms.
“No, they haven’t,” I sighed softly, exhausted, watching the persistent fluttering.
“You want her back, Mom?” he said, flashing his pearly whites at me.
“Of course,” I smiled at him through my tired eyes and reached out for our little Love Bug. Jax carefully stood up from the seat and ever so slowly transferred our sleeping baby girl into my arms.
“Welcome to the family, Mary Lynn Teller,” I smiled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of our daughter’s head. At that moment, surrounded by the gritty echoes of the outlaw world we live in and the delicate dance of butterflies, the Teller family welcomed its newest member.
#jax teller fanfiction#jax teller fluff#jax x oc#jax teller x disabled reader#jax teller imagine#jax teller
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Some more Mleven names that I’ve heard recently! Comment more if you want :)
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
Masachussets Institute of Technology
Mango Juice
Methamphetamine
Monkey see monkey do’s
Meatball choppers
Magnesium
Mary had a little lamb
Menthols
Mark of Athenas
Melatonin
Mailbox
Minotaur
Mary Poppins
Marley and me
Matthew Modine
Magnetofluiddynamics
Milktits
Van of Milk
Marsupials
Metropolitan Museum of Arts
Monkeypox
Milkbags
Muddy puddles
Mongoose
Micropenis
Megaminds
Mass murders
Mcfuckingdisgusting
Malfunctioning Minotaurs
Mascarpone
Mince pies
Miraculous Ladybug
Montague
Merlins Beard
Unholy Mackarel
Mariachi
Manila papers
Monster mash
Malignant Tumor
Macbookpros
Mediocre Meat Loafs
Mosquito Bites
Moldy Macaroni
Magical Miscarriages
Mauled Maggots
Marinara Sauce
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Threats
I much prefer them mailed from outside my secure residence. I'd rather not get them at all—these two new ones were not precisely welcome—but getting them in my mailbox was less worrying than finding them (as I did the previous) inside my home.
"You might be asking why you received this," one piece of hate mail asks, presciently.
The back of the mailer assures me that complete strangers performed a religious ritual over said mailer, and (improbable though it may seem) are even now in the process of ritually petitioning their deity on my behalf.
"Oh good," one might be tempted to think. "I could use a little help with the rent. Or, hey, we're talking supernatural intervention here: I wouldn't mind a healing spell. My everything aches."
But no.
It would seem that, rather than helping me in any way, the focus of these believers in the occult is threatening me.
"At some point in your life," the inside flap of the mailer informs me, "you definitely did something that upset our god. That means you won't go to a good place after you die unless you accept a sacrifice that was made on your behalf."
Well.
On the one hand, it's not much of a threat. They have an easily-offended invisible friend who won't let me into their imaginary afterlife clubhouse? Oh dear.
And on the other hand, maybe they've sacrificed something I'll like. The mailer isn't big enough for a rack of lamb, but perhaps they killed a bank account or two? I'd accept $200 if they really wanted to sacrifice it for me, or even $5 (though that doesn't seem like much of a sacrifice).
Unfolding the next bit, however, reveals that the sacrifice they're referring to is nothing I can accept.
The claim is that their imaginary friend sent them his imaginary kid, the plan being for said kid to be executed as a criminal... instead of me. Apparently. Oh, and them too. Delightful.
It's an interesting combination of insult and clickbait, this bit. I deserve to die nailed to a stick, apparently—but I don't have to worry about it if I use this one weird trick, which will make the imaginary kid's execution count as mine, and then (because I'm already legally dead) I won't have to die!
...A bit of an escalation from the original threat, but here we are.
Apparently the two choices are "die" or "go to our imaginary friend's afterlife clubhouse." That second one requires the first, but this mailer doesn't seem to have noticed that.
The last bit of unfolding shows that the one thing these weirdos have actually given up is an aluminum model of an execution device. The one weird trick is a ritualistic chant (with the caveat that if you don't "truly BELIEVE" in the magic then it won't work), and they follow this up by telling you that after you've done the ritual you need to visit their website and join their group.
The second piece of hate mail is subtler about the whole thing.
The future is going to be a beautiful, wonderful place, it says. They know this because they have a book that says their god is going to make the future a beautiful, wonderful place. Can you really believe what their book says? Absolutely, because the book says that you can. Want to know more? They are entirely willing to send you more claims in print form (the booklet they say they'll send you says "Enjoy Life Forever!" on the cover) or in the form of an actual physical human being (no photo provided).
If you didn't already know that their deity demands blood to satisfy its enormous offense at how awful you are, you wouldn't know until the extra claims turned up... and they already had a foot in your door.
#ex christian#life in america#occult junk mail#cultists#honestly they're just normal people#a bit creepy#but no special powers or anything#...other than being especially annoying#and disregarding a lot of laws without consequence
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So a while ago I ordered some banned books (to kill a mockingbird + all boys aren’t blue and George for the queer rep) for the community box library to spite the head of the HOA. Yesterday I took out the 2 shitty religious books (which I’m pretty sure she put there herself) and put mine in.
Today a flyer came in the mail announcing updates to the clubhouse and “new titles in the library mailbox!”
Apparently they’re doing quarterly neighborhood flyers and I had no clue until today. What fucking timing lol.
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Regardless of what you have to say or think of the old friend group, they were regular people in comparison to these new folk they hang around. All these newish people were Carrington’s friends and met Katrina in the clubhouse and since then they all became super cringey. Both Sam and Colby used to talk so much smack about influencers and fakeness and now here they are. Between Sam thinking he was “crowd surfing” during his bday, all the times he jumps on couches and tables now, Katrina mimicking every influencer girl out there, and Colby filming it all they changed and seem fake.
The content is still good which is what i watch but them as people are not the laid back people they once were and its not about growing up, i mean their circle changed into those types of people so they turned into those types of people.
if you want to argue that their newer friends aren't as "real" as their old ones, sure. i can see what you mean. personally, i don't think we know snc's newer friend group well enough to know whether or not they're real or fake. i mean, in some regard i would think they're more real than their old friends since they aren't pining to be in every video snc make or aren't constantly trying to film them any chance they get.
and i think we also gotta realize that snc and co are just showing a minor fraction of what their day/night is like. so sam showing himself jumping on a table isn't really what he's doing the whole time he's partying. that's just the highlight, so to speak.
and if we're gonna get technical, snc have always been crazy partiers. i even made a (non-complete) list.
things that snc have done that are far more crazier than what they do now:
grand theft autoed a car (their friend driving while also intoxicated) under the age to legally drive, went to walmart and stole fireworks and blew up a mailbox (almost also blowing up a friend's hand)
broke into an active jail (and that was them sober)
have had 200+ size parties at both of their houses
borderline trashed a hotel room in vegas for 25x25
drank only alcohol and then went on a hike in hawaii
both have gone to strip clubs together and with friends
have had the cops called on them bc of how crazier their parties were
colby HIMSELF could easily have his own list
admitted to the first thing listed above and said he was drunk at 15 in the backseat
did a livestream high with prettyheartbreak
partied in vegas when he turned 21
got banned from some night clubs with brennen bc they tried to fight ppl
has ALLEGEDLY done coke with mike
had fake ids and then got CAUGHT with them when he was arrested
has had multiple videos of him taken from friends of him drinking straight out of a liquor bottles
got drunk and pillow fought nate and made him get a nosebleed
got drunk, walked down the vegas strip, got chased after and kicked a cactus
did a boys trip with mike and kevin and a couple other guys and literally DRANK the whole time
has a whole drawer dedicated to weed in his bedroom
had a threesome with brennen
and if we talk about their old friend group, none of them were angels either. two of them were addicts, one's a pothead now, and one of them dabbled in enough substances. and the rest all partied hard with snc too. jake met tara bc of snc's parties. a lot of them met snc bc of the parties they would throw, so clearly they weren't all saints.
but there's nothing wrong with that. partying is normal, as long as you don't abuse it or your body by doing so. honestly, i think snc are a lot tamer now, which is better anyway.
can the content they make be annoying? sure. i won't deny that. but let's not pretend they are all of sudden falling off the deep end bc they go to the occasional rave or bc they like vegas now.
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Christmas in Dade City
The Dade City Garden Club invites the community to celebrate an inspired Christmas in Dade City!
Christmas in Dade City
The Dade City Garden Club is inviting the community to experience a little holiday magic this Christmasseason and has planned a holiday event close to home for families to get in the holiday spirit! Planned asa thank you for the support shown the garden club throughout the years, all are invited to visit onSunday, December 10, 2023, to stroll through the festively decorated gardens, visit Santa and Mrs.Claus, and take part in the FREE family-oriented activities that have been planned by garden clubmembers.
Holiday themed activity stations will be set up throughout the gardens, each offering the garden club’sguests unique opportunities for holiday fun. Santa’s Workshop helpers will be busy in three locations:Guests can visit the Camellia Circle elves and the Poinsettia Circle elves to create one-of-kind customcrafts or ornaments to take home as mementos of the day’s outing. The Hibiscus Circle Santa’sWorkshop elves have been busy planning a kids’ craft activity using recycled materials for all to enjoy.
At Reindeer Crossing, located near the Butterfly Garden, families will be educated on how to blend theperfect mix of environmentally friendly Reindeer Dust to take home to feed Rudolf and his gang onChristmas Eve. Santa’s Mailbox will be in the Azalea Circle garden, where children will be able to writeand mail a letter to Santa just in time for special delivery before Christmas. The Holiday Farm PettingZoo will be set up by the Hollyhock Circle, where Scooter (mini bunny), Jeffrey (goat), Callie (foal) andchickens will be looking to meet new friends who come to the event.
At the Santa’s Treats station, members of the Magnolia Circle will pass out a complimentary homemade Christmas cookie to the “nice” children who visit. Adults will be able to take home a box of homemade Christmas cookies for a voluntary donation, with proceeds from the cookie donations to go towards the Dade City Garden Club’s Wekiva Youth Camp scholarship project.
Wekiva Youth Camp is sponsored by the Florida Federation of Garden Clubs and was formed for the purpose of instilling a love and respect for the REAL Florida in our youth through nature study, conservation and protection of our environment and is included in Newsweek's 2023 ranking of Best Summer Camps in the country.
Santa and Mrs. Claus will be the guests of honor and will be in the garden all afternoon meeting,greeting, and spreading holiday cheer. Children can visit with Santa, and families are welcome to eithertake their own photos or Santa’s helpers will gladly snap a family pic with Santa if you would like. Otherphoto shoot opportunities, including decorated antique cars, will be available to use as great backdropsfor family photo taking. And if you listen carefully, you may be able to hear carolers strolling throughoutthe festive grounds.
Santa is not the only one coming to town! The Grinch will be attending and will be reading a holidaystory at Mount Crumpit (the Clubhouse) at 2 pm and 3 pm. Visitors to Mount Crumpit will also learn alittle about the Dade City Garden Club, its history, and its role in the community.
The Dade City Garden Club was established in 1947 and is dedicated to the education of its membersand the public in the fields of gardening, horticulture, landscape design, floral design, and environmentalawareness. The Holiday Magic in the Gardens is a free event open to the public and will be held at TheDade City Garden Club at 13630 5th Street; Dade City, FL from 1 pm to 4 pm on December 10, 2023.
For more information about The Dade City Garden Club or the December 10th event, contact BeckyMaxwell at [email protected] or visit www.dadecitygardenclub.com.
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what's your opinion on walt disney himself
I'd rather not want to talk about him...instead, have this storyboard sequence from the hot diggity dog tales shorts that I found while trying to look for stuff to gif.
have a mickey-riffic day/night. ♡
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“Up”
In Paradise Falls a large waterfall located in South America. There is a little boy name Carl Fredricksen he is a short child and a kind person. Carl Fredricksen Is a dreamer who idolizes the adventurer Charles Muntz. Charles Muntz is a daring young man whise spirit inspired countless fans to look for adventure. After he is accused of presenting a fake giant bird skeleton from Paradise Falls in South America, Muntz returns to the area intent on clearing his name by capturing a living specimen. Carl meets fellow Muntz fan Ellie, who confides her desire to move her "clubhouse" an abandoned house in the neighborhood to a cliff overlooking Paradise Falls. The two later marry and live in the rebuilt house, with Carl working as a balloon salesman and Ellie a tour guide at the zoo. After Ellie suffers a miscarriage, the couple decide to refocus and begin saving for a trip to Paradise Falls, but are constantly forced to spend their savings on more urgent needs. Years pass and Carl decides to arrange the trip as a surprise for Ellie. On the day that Carl plans to tell Ellie, she falls ill and is hospitalized, dying soon after. Some time later, a now-retired Carl stubbornly holds out in the house while the neighborhood around him is urbanized. After an enraged Carl strikes a construction worker who damaged his mailbox, the court deems him a public menace, requiring his relocation to an assisted living facility.
However, Carl resolves to keep his promise, turning his house into a makeshift airship using countless helium balloons and curtains for sails. Russell, an eight year old "Wilderness Explorer" looking to earn his final merit badge for assisting the elderly, becomes an accidental stowaway. Before Carl can land and send Russell home, they encounter a storm that propels the house to South America. The house lands on a opposite Paradise Falls. Carl and Russell harness themselves to the still-buoyant house and begin to walk it across the landscape, hoping to reach the falls before the balloons deflate. Russell encounters a giant, colorful flightless bird, whom he names Kevin. They then meet Dug, a Golden Retriever who wears a special collar with a device that translates his thoughts into English; he joins them on their trek. A pack of fierce dogs led by the Doberman Pinscher Alpha take Carl, Russell, Dug, and Kevin to their master, the now elderly Charles Muntz. He invites them aboard his dirigible, the spirt of adventure, and talks about his search for the bird. However, Carl soon realizes Muntz’s obsession with finding the bird has driven him insane, to the point of killing innocent travelers whom he suspected of seeking the bird for themselves. When Russell notes the skeleton's resemblance to Kevin, Muntz sees them as thieves and becomes hostile.
The dogs pursue Carl, Russell, and Dug until Kevin saves them. Russell urges Carl to help Kevin get home and reunite with her chicks, but Muntz uses a tracking device in Dug's collar to easily follow them and capture her. He starts a fire beneath Carl's house, forcing Carl to choose whether to rescue it or Kevin; Carl chooses his home and resentfully completes the trek to the falls. At the falls, Carl looks through Ellie's childhood scrapbook and discovers that she filled in the blank pages with photos of their marriage, accompanying a note written from her hospital bed, thanking him for the "adventure" and encouraging him to have a new one. Reinvigorated, he goes outside, only to see Russell set out after Kevin using a leaf blower and some balloons to fly. Carl lightens his house by throwing out furniture and keepsakes. Muntz captures Russell, but Carl and Dug board the dirigible and free both Russell and Kevin. An intense battle aboard ensues, ending with the protagonists about to escape on the house atop the airship, but Muntz catches up to them and shoots it down onto the airship's tailfin with a rifle.
Carl lures Kevin back to the airship using a piece of chocolate as Muntz storms the house. Muntz leaps after them out of a window, but his leg catches on balloon strings, and he falls to his death. The house descends out of sight, at which point Carl, declaring "it's just a house", decides to let it go and live on the airship with Russell and Muntz's other dogs. Carl and Russell reunite Kevin with her chicks before returning home in Muntz's airship.
Shortly after he goes outside to save the bird with Russell realizing that he needs to move on with his life. Eventually they free the bird and the falling dog. The house loses some balloon and slowly floats lower and lower. They then take Charles blimp to go back to wher they originally came from. Carl goes on stage with Russell at the boy scout badge ceremony to present him with the “Ellie badge “. Russell finally receives his assisting the elderly badge.
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it's evident people haven't watched enough kids media to adequately understand just what constitutes a kids show as opposed to a show that kids can watch and be entertained by
when I was a kid I watched king of the hill and blues clues (among other things). king of the hill is NOT a kids show by any stretch of the imagination; it is an adult animation, replete with fairly heavy subject matter, sexual themes, political humor, cultural references that kids won't understand, discussion of religion in the modern day, depression and suicidal thoughts, adultery, puberty and sexual awakenings, body image, propane, propane accessories, and ultimately above all else what it means to be family. and blues clues is a show about a man who plays with a shovel & pail, talks to his condiments and mailbox, and sometimes he teleports into the felt dimension, all while playing Sherlock Holmes hercule poirot with his dog, and teaching kids how to count and draw and recognize colors and learn their ABCs. do you see the fucking difference? no? then I'll make it more clear.
dora the explorer & go diego go, mickey mouse clubhouse, handy manny, octonauts, bob the builder, super why, wild kratts, zoboomafoo, jojo's circus, wow wow wubbzy, stanley, doc mcstuffins, max & ruby, wonder pets, bubble guppies, ni hao khai lan, backyardigans, little einsteins, caillou (ugh) and p*w p*trol (double ugh), these are all undeniably kids shows. their audience is children (and the occasional adult by age with severe intellectual disabilities) and maybe the parents whose brains are too fried to care what's on the tv. these shows main purpose is to educate while entertaining on subjects one would encounter in preschool and kindergarten. counting 1-10, ABCs, basic color, basic language, basic intrapersonal skills, basic emotional literacy, problem solving, using your imagination, what sounds do animals make, breaking the fourth wall to ask the audience to answer what's 2+2 or tell them a lesson they learned today like I LEARNED TO NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER or some simple message like that. it's always light, there's no edgelord grimdark "what if they were dead the whole time" bullshit. it's just good clean simple wholesome [except for paw patrol] programs for kids to be distracted for a little bit of time, while also letting them walk away having said they learned something. at least half of the time dedicated to every single one of these shows is devoted to the same shit over and over again. I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map WE FUCKING GET IT YOURE THE MAP! backpack backpack I'm the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too, anything that you might need I've got inside for you. we did it we did it we did it HOORAY! come on vamanos everybody let's go, come on let's get to it, I know that we can do it,
WHERE ARE WE GOING
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
THESE SONGS ARE BURNED INTO MY BRAIN AND THEYLL BE STUCK IN MY HEAD UNTIL I DIE
say click take a pic, the hot dog dance, CAN HE FIX IT???, pizza! spaghetti!, THE DOC IS IN AND SHELL FIX YOU UP, max & ruby ruby & max max & ruby ruby & max MAX & RUBY RUBY & MAX MAX & RUBY RUBY & MAX, wonder pets wonder pets we're on our way to help the friend and save the day, we're not too big and we're not too tough but when we work together we've got the right stuff, goooOOO WONDER PETS YAAAAY~, yoooour backyard friends the backyardigans (weve got the whole wide world in our yard to explore, thATS WHY EVERY DAY WEEEEERE BACK FOR MOOOORE), were going on a trip in our little rocket ship SOARING THROOOOOUGH THE SKY!!! little einsteins!
I swear to god I've been forced to watch so much children's television in my life it's no wonder there's no room left for serotonin executive function or the ability to speak to morons
point is I know my way around kids shows. my sisters were born in 98, 02, 05, 06, 10, and 18, I think, I don't even know because they're all a blur, I'm literally closer in age to my parents than to my youngest sibling, I never stopped being exposed to kids shows. I know what is and is not a kids show.
adventure time? not a kids show even though kids watch it. it's a "for everyone" show. it's got a target audience of 100% of the planet. steven universe? not a kids show even though kids watch it. miraculous ladybug? not a kids show even though kids watch it. scooby doo? not a kids show even though kids watch it. I'm not discussing the history of adult acceptance of animation, adult animation, or anime, so don't ask. dexter's laboratory. the grim adventures of billy & mandy. codename kids next door. teen titans. fairly oddparents. kim possible. invader zim. AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER. totally spies. courage the cowardly dog. the proud family. SPONGEBOB F*ING SQUAREPANTS. powerpuff girls. foster's home for imaginary friends. oh yeah you know what's coming next. my little goddamn pony friendship is mother fucking magic is not. a. kids. show. even though kids can watch it. it is a cartoon. it is an everyone show. that's why it's disingenuous and fucking stupid to decry any fan over the age of 7 as a pedophile and a weirdo creep; it participates in the infantilization of femininity. why is it ok for 20somethings to keep watching aang and squidward and finn & jake and zim and "return the slab" and everyone's totally fine wth that but when it's twilight sparkle suddenly everyone's like whoa you're a huge fucking loser for watching this girly wussy baby show for girly wussy babies. oh some bronies are sex crazed perverts? I'm sorry have you seen just how much porn there is for spongebob? oh some bronies are cringe? I'm sorry have you met half the steven universe fandom? oh some bronies are fascist rick sanchez kinnies with fedoras and katanas? BREAKING BAD FANS, HELLO!?!?!?
this is such a stupid tiring boring argument. maybe magic talking horses being friends and turning their friendship into magic rainbow nuclear fucking arms and blasting the evil out of a demon and turning her into the coolest fucking half-unicorn biker lesbian in the world is something that brings me, and adult, pure wholesome joy, in between bojack horseman and dark souls and breaking bad and deftones and fallout new vegas and jojo and cannibal corpse and other bleak depressing edgy shit that also brings me comfort. and MAYBE me at 16 starting to watch MLP:FIM becoming finally comfortable with the outward public expression of "traditionally feminine" interests is the main reason why I realized I was a girl when I did, and MAYBE I just like how pretty the colorful ponies look, AND MAYBE I KIN WITH ONE OR TWO OR EIGHT CHARACTERS, WHAT OF IT?
AND MAYBE ITS LITERALLY THE BEST LONG RUNNING FANTASY TV SERIES ON THE MARKET RIGHT NOW* SINCE GAME OF THRONES FUCKING SUCKS
but whatever, kids watch it sometimes so it's illegal for anyone who's not a kid to enjoy it, but only if it's something girly because liking girly things is bad because girliness is inherently bad, and the only things that are good have predominantly male casts*. right? right??? wrong, fucker. g4mlp has so much more in common with adventure time & atla than with blues clues or dora the fucking explora...r.
but keep in mind I'm saying this while hugging a blues clues plushie my grandma gave me for valentine's day because it reminds her of when I was a baby because I may not watch blues clues but it still means a lot to me for nostalgia and is 50% of the reason why I love ray charles. kids media isn't necessarily bad. I still do enjoy watching it with my little sisters. all this is is me being anal about categorization because I'm autistic and I LIVE for categorizing everything.
*besides atla obviously
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The Mask
*rubs hands together* Alright, fellas. We’re past the halfway point now! Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, show me some love! Keeps a writer writing :)
Kat looked at her phone for the twelfth time that day. Plenty of things needed her attention, but she continued to find herself distracted by the silence from Happy. It was Wednesday, and he hadn’t missed checking in in over five years.
She tried to convince herself that he forgot or was too busy, but he’d always managed to find a way before. It was possible that he didn’t want to check in now that he knew she was alright, but that just didn't fit either. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't ignore. Something was wrong.
Katarina wished she had an easy way to contact him, but Happy had always called from blocked numbers before. She’d tried the old number she had for Juice, but the phone had since been discarded. Her only real option was to go to Charming. Happy had sent a postcard about two years ago, a return address conspicuously written in the corner in case of an emergency.
She let out a sigh, her eyes scanning the giant pile of paperwork that still needed her attention. It wasn’t a convenient time for a six hour drive, but she knew she wouldn’t get anything accomplished until she went. And, sitting at her desk staring blankly at a form wouldn’t do anyone any good, either.
Kat powered off her laptop, sliding it and as many papers as she could fit into her backpack. She poked her head into Roberto’s office, claiming she had a migraine and had to get away from the fluorescent lights. He waved her off, his phone ringing before he could really argue with her.
She took the opportunity and rushed out, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. No one was watching, and they were considerably faster than the slow-moving elevator. Everything felt too slow at the moment, though, and Kat made herself take a few deep breaths before driving out of the lot. She could speed a bit, but it wouldn’t be helpful to either waste time on a police incident or getting into a careless accident.
Katarina turned off the main highway a few miles south of Charming. She wasn’t surprised to see Happy still lived vaguely off the beaten path, her GPS sending her off this paved road and down a gravel one. It wove through the trees for a few miles, and Kat spotted a little mailbox with the correct house number painted on it.
The house wasn’t visible from the road, but she kept driving instead of turning up the drive. She didn’t know what might be up there, so she wanted to get a little look at the surrounding area.
The trees lined the gravel path, but Katarina noticed a pair of bikes parked a half mile up the road, tucked off behind an abandoned shed at the side. She didn’t know who they belonged to, but they certainly reminded her of the choppers she’d seen parked at the Mayans clubhouse.
Kat continued on, finding her own little area to park. There was a turnout just before the road turned into a deadend, and it felt a little safer. She didn’t know for sure, but the bikes parked far away and Happy’s silence were likely connected.
There was a pit in her stomach, but Kat ignored it, climbing out of the car and rummaging through the trunk for any extra clothes. She’d left her duffle at home, internally cursing herself for not just leaving it. Luckily, her sneakers were still in the car, so she swapped her heels for trainers, glad she was at least in a stretchy skirt.
She grabbed her pistol and headed back towards the house, doing her best to stay hidden in the treeline. As she got closer to Happy’s place, she struck out further from the road, doing her best to circle the white house before approaching.
Her hand tensed on the grip of her pistol as she heard raised voices coming from the house. Neither of them belonged to Happy, but she could tell there were two people arguing. She could also hear a dog barking loudly, clearly agitated at whatever was going on.
Katarina walked up to the side of the house, looking for a stealthy way in. As she’d expected, the house looked well-maintained and secure. Except, as she squinted, Kat caught sight of a loose screen on the second floor.
The window was above the carport, and likely accessible by the large oak tree that stood proudly over the home. She didn’t enjoy heights, but she knew this was her best option for getting in unnoticed.
Kat looked up at the tree for a moment, gritting her teeth. “Fuck it,” she whispered, tucking the pistol into the back of her waistband and starting to climb. Her movements weren't graceful, but it was efficient, and she soon found herself at the window.
The screen slid easily to the side, and she noticed that the latch had been broken on the window beneath. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze through, careful not to land heavily on the other side or let the window slam shut behind her. A photo had been knocked off the end table, and Kat assumed this was how the others had gotten in.
Inside, she could still hear muffled shouting. Whoever it was, they seemed to only be getting angrier, now arguing with each other over the best way to get information. Kat knew Happy would never give up anything, club related or not.
She crept down a long hallway, stopping at the top of the stairs. From her vantage point, she could see two men in ski masks. Their arms were bare, but she didn’t recognize any of the tattoos from this distance. The dark tan skin made it likely that they were either related to the Mayans or part of a rival club from the south.
The taller one stepped forward, Katarina only able to catch a few words as he turned his attention away from the partner he’d been arguing with. From the context, she knew he was talking to someone else now. He pulled out a large knife and briefly disappeared from her line of sight. A loud growl of pain echoed through the room, and Kat’s heart sank as she recognized it.
After another minute, the man stepped back, his knife stained red with blood. He looked to his shorter companion, dropping something into his hand. The other one pulled his hand away quickly, clearly disgusted by whatever it was.
They started to bicker again, and moved into the kitchen, giving Katarina a brief opportunity to slink down the stairs. She kept her eyes on the doorway, moving as quickly as she could.
She snuck into the living room and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, stopping the whine that wanted to come out. Happy was tied to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was beaten and bruised, and there was a large wound on his abdomen that was dripping blood onto the carpet.
Katarina crouched down, moving toward him. She saw that Happy’s knife was still attached to his belt and realised the men must have been in the house when he got home. They had to have surprised him; it was the only way they were both still whole.
She slid the knife from its sheath, using it to slice through the rope binding his feet together. As she reached for his hand, she glanced at his face, not surprised to see Happy’s dark eyes trained on her. She gave him the faintest smile as she cut his hands free.
Her fingers brushed over his cheeks as she reached for the knot tying the bandana around his mouth. She was fairly certain that she would have pulled it free and kissed him if it hadn’t been for the noise behind her.
“Who the fuck…” The man didn’t finish his sentence. In one fluid movement, Katarina had twisted around and thrown the knife, burying the blade in his thigh. He crumpled to the ground, and Kat pulled her gun, aiming it at the second intruder.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he said rapidly, yanking the mask over his head and holding his hands up.
“EZ?” Kat asked in shock, her aim wavering for a split second. He was the last person she had expected to see. She pushed her shoulders back, standing firm with her pistol pointed at her former friend.
“Kat, I can explain, just put it down,” he requested, keeping his voice calm despite the predicament they were in.
“You explain first, then I’ll decide if I want to put it down,” she replied, keeping herself between him and Happy.
The man next to EZ staggered back a pace, pulling his mask off. “Coco’s girlfriend just stabbed me. Why can she throw knives like that?” Angel asked, too shocked to really do much else. “I’m gonna bleed to death,” he whined, letting himself slide down the wall to sit on the floor.
Kat’s eyes flicked between them. “I’d start that explanation now,” she demanded, moving forward to press the barrel against EZ’s forehead. He kept his hands up, resisting the urge to check on his brother.
EZ’s head was still spinning with why Katarina could possibly be here. There was a connection between her and the Son, and he could clearly tell she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him to protect Happy. He’d never seen this side of her.
“Do you remember when my mom got killed? Eight years ago,” he asked. Kat nodded slightly, remembering Emily’s panicked phone call. “I shot that cop by accident because I was chasing her killer,” he continued. She nodded again, dreading where this was going. “I was chasing him,” he finished, pointing with his right hand.
Kat’s heart sank, and she took a step back, lowering the gun slowly. She took a deep breath, turning her head to glance back at Happy. His head was raised, his eyes entirely focused on her. He almost looked ashamed, and Katarina could only think of one other time he’d looked like that. It was another unpleasant memory.
“Of course he did,” she said quietly, shaking her head. She knew what Happy was, but it was very different to stare the collateral damage straight in the eye. “What are you trying to find out?” Kat asked, focusing on EZ once more. EZ looked from her to Happy and back again, confused. “There’s no chance in hell that he’s going to tell you anything. If you never come back here, and you never talk to anyone else about it, I might know something,” she offered, confident that there wasn’t a better way out of this.
“Why would you know anything?” EZ asked, his brows knit together as he stared at her. There was a lot more to Kat and Happy than he knew.
“You’re not really in a position to ask questions,” she replied, lifting her gun just enough to focus his eyes back on it.
EZ looked at Angel, seeing him nod. Kat didn’t flinch as EZ approached her, keeping her chin high. He stuck his hand out.
“It’s clean on our end,” he agreed, shaking her hand. Kat nodded, moving backwards to kneel beside Happy. She reached for his discarded shirt on the floor, using the knife to cut off a section. She wadded it up and pressed it against Happy’s stomach, trying to stop some of the bleeding.
“You can’t…” he rasped, reaching weakly for her hand. “She doesn’t know anything,” he said, trying to make his voice louder.
“I just want to know who wanted my mother dead. Please,” EZ begged, looking down when Angel hit his knee. He knew his brother would see it as weakness, but EZ was desperate enough to try anything.
“You don’t get even,” Katarina emphasised, holding Happy’s chin to make sure he was really looking at her.
“They broke into my house, girl,” he growled, his eyes hard. She had no doubt that the situation would have gone very differently if the Mayans hadn’t surprised him. “But, I’d put a bullet between the eyes of the man that killed my mother,” he admitted, pulling Kat’s hand away from his face. He kept a hold of her with his left hand, reaching out with his right to shake EZ’s.
EZ shook his hand, giving Happy a solemn nod. It was a very tenuous understanding, but he’d take anything at this point. He was desperate for information, and this was the closest he’d ever been to getting answers.
“Galindo,” Kat said simply, helping Happy up from the chair. She looped her arm around his waist as he took a moment to stand on his own. “I didn’t get my information from Happy, so this isn’t some kind of betrayal of trust,” she explained, sensing EZ wanted a little more information on why he should trust her. “Five years ago, someone shot me. It’s not really the kind of thing you just let go,” she shrugged.
“Someone thought you might talk,” EZ guessed, watching Kat as she raised her shoulders again.
“I don’t know why, I just know who,” she lied. Happy’s connection to the cartel wasn’t information Kat was willing to share. “You should probably get your brother to a doctor,” Kat reminded, noticing Angel was getting a little paler. “I would wait until you’re at the ER before you pull the knife out. I’m pretty confident in my aim, but it will still slow the blood loss.”
Angel’s mouth made a popping noise as it dropped open. “Oh, pretty confident, huh? So glad you factored that in when you stabbed me!” he complained, his voice bordering on shrill.
“Not breaking and entering really lowers the chances of that,” she snapped, letting go of Happy as he stepped away.
EZ helped Angel off the floor, it wasn’t going to be a small task getting him to the hospital when they were both on bikes, but Katarina had no intention of offering her car. She honestly didn’t give a damn about Angel’s well-being after what he’d done to Happy.
“You know I’m going to have questions about what’s going on between you and him. Coco is…” EZ trailed off, walking past Kat as he moved to the front door.
“I know,” Kat agreed, nodding. “I’ll answer them eventually. Just, let me be the one to tell Coco, alright?” EZ tucked his chin slightly. She knew it wasn’t exactly an agreement; there would be a timeclock on her opportunity to be the one to bring it up, but EZ would at least give her a chance.
Katarina closed and locked the door behind them. She leaned against it for a moment, bottling up her emotions before helping Happy get cleaned up. She took one final deep breath and marched into the kitchen.
“You could have let me help you,” she chided quietly, finding him with a wet cloth already in his hands. Kat approached him, reaching for the rag. Happy yanked it away from her, letting out a growl as he swept everything off the counter.
“I told you to stay out of it, and instead, you went behind my back, digging into shit that wasn’t your business,” he complained, keeping his head down. Katarina could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.
“Someone shooting me is my business,” she replied firmly, not intimidated by his anger any more. “I didn’t go hunting for whatever you got involved in, but I had a right to know who was targeting me.”
“This isn’t your world,” he said sharply, finally turning to face her. “I turned my whole life upside down trying to protect you from this, and you just went charging right in.”
Kat squared her shoulders. “My world is whatever I fucking make it, Happy,” she challenged, stepping forward despite the harsh look on his face. “I didn’t ask you to throw everything away. You chose to,” Kat accused, pointing her finger at him.
“I did that to keep you safe!” Happy bellowed, his temper flaring.
“You did it to push me away! I gave you a chance to let me in, but you just wanted to keep me locked away. I wanted you, Happy. I wanted you so damn badly, but now-” she broke off, her voice cracking. They were dangerously close to having the fight Kat had been too afraid of before.
“But what?” he asked, towering over her. “Now you see what I am? Now I disgust you?”
“No!” Kat shouted back, not backing down. “I can’t fucking have you because I can’t be enough for you!”
Happy stepped back, looking as shocked as if Kat had slapped him. Kat covered her face, biting back the angry tears that threatened to fall.
“We don’t need to fight,” she said meekly, all the fight gone as she saw the bloody rag on the counter. Happy didn’t need to hear this; he needed to rest and heal.
“No,” he agreed, his voice soft. “But we do need to talk about this.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kat murmured, turning away from him. “Are you alright?” she asked, abruptly trying to change the subject.
“My body’ll heal,” he grunted, not ready to let it go. “I never meant to make you feel-”
“It’s fine,” she interrupted. “I moved on, and I want that for you.” Katarina finally turned to face him, a fake smile plastered on her face. “I want you to find someone who can give you everything, Hap.”
“Everything?” Happy echoed, following after Kat as she rushed to the front door. She was trying so hard to avoid this conversation, and he was starting to understand why.
“I’ll call you tomorrow and see how you’re doing,” she said over her shoulder, already out the door before Happy could stop her. He wanted to run after her, but his legs were already shaky. His pride stopped him from chasing her, unwilling to fall on his face in front of her.
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An Unexpected Trespasser (Prologue)
Malon and Archie were in their little clubhouse for their secret mission. “Are you sure this is a good idea Mal? what will your parents think?” Archie asked, looking into the letter that he helped Malon wrote; since she’s not good at spelling. “To me it sounded good, I mean... the first letter that my mom wrote, Freddy changed it up, and then it got all out of control" Then Malon sighed “I just want my grandparents to know that their daughter is alive and that she is happy and well... My mom sometimes thinks about her parents... I want them to be reunited... So they can get along... and that I can actually have grandparents that are still alive.” Malon explained. Archie nodded and decided to go along with the plan. “Alright then... let me read this over out loud and you tell me what you think.
Dear (MJ’s real name)’s mom and dad,
this is Malon writing to you to let you know that your daughter is still alive and is safe and sound at her cabin home with my daddy. If you ever want to visit your daughter, please come alone and don’t tell anybody.
Lots of love, Your Granddaughter xoxo
Malon nodded and liked the way it sounded. So she sealed the letter into the envelope and put a stamp on it. Malon took a slip from her mom’s mailing address book for whenever she wants to send Christmas Cards. Malon found her grandparents address; Lizzie and Aaron. “There... now, do you want the return address on it so they can write back?” Archie asked. “Maybe not... sounds too risky... they’ve came before and should remember where we’re located.” Malon said. “Now when you get back to your home town, you put the letter in your neighborhood mailbox... just in case Freddy is still alive... Which I doubt... but still...” Archie patted Malon’s shoulder as he understood. “No problem Mal. Let’s just hope nothing bad happens again.” Archie said before he leaves for home.
when it was time for bed, Malon has been peeking out the window, looking at the stars while hoping that nothing happens when her mom’s parents find out the truth.
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Biker Part Two- Clint Barton Series
This is Part Two of my Biker Clint Series, part one is listed on my masterlist as will all other parts once they come out. As I stated in part one, this series hasn’t been finished as of July 12, 2020 but I am working on finishing it.
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Bucky had left Olivia to fend for herself after a while, seeing as he had things to take care of that involved the club. Olivia stayed at the bar staring at the wall for a while before moving behind it and searching for the coffee so she could make a fresh pot.
“Clint?” Olivia’s voice carried through the clubhouse and over to Clint, though he hadn’t heard her without his hearing aids. Walking towards him, and stopping in his view, causing him to turn his full attention to her. “Coffee?” She signed desperate for the caffeine, though she was tired, she knew sleeping would only bring the nightmares. “For fucksake Barton, turn on your damn hearing aids.” She spoke causing him to chuckle as he read her lips and turned on the hearing aids.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Clint set down the pool stick and headed towards Olivia. “Come on, we’ll stop at the diner and grab coffee and then go home.” Olivia nodded and took the hand Clint offered her.
The ride to the small diner in town was relatively quiet. Clint had agreed to drive with Olivia in her car as she had all her things in it. Pulling up at the small diner which the two had frequented for years. Clint offered to go in and grab them both a coffee before rejoining her in the car.
“You still have Lucky?” Olivia asked softly, speaking of the dog Clint had saved from a rival club years before.
“Yeah, he missed you.” Clint spoke looking at her. “Doesn’t much like my cuddles like he liked yours. It was hard on him after you left, hard on me.” Clint muttered the last part.
“I’m sorry.” Olivia spoke as they pulled up to the small suburban house.
The outside was a pale green, and had a small front yard, a path up the middle from the sidewalk to the front porch. To the side of the house was a garage, which the roll door had been broken since the couple had moved in, and to the side of that sat two garbage cans and a recycling bin. The backyard was large, a small swing-set that sat in the corner of the yard had been there since the previous owners, the picket fence that Clint and Bucky built the week the house was bought, was painted a bright white, with flowers, bees, birds, and butterflies, the gate was slightly crooked from the time Clint and Olivia had gotten drunk at a barbeque and after everyone left they ended up having sex against it. What Oliva smiled at was the small mailbox that sat at the end of the pathway was painted a white, with Clint’s and Olivia’s handprints along with Lucky’s pawprint.
“Welcome home.” Clint spoke as he climbed out of the car. Olivia stared at the house before noticing Lucky in the front window wagging his tail.
“Lucky.” Olivia spoke climbing out of the car herself and pushing passed Clint and into the house. “Hi baby boy.” Olivia spoke to the lab as she fell to the floor and hugged him, the dog jumping on her and licking her face which caused her to laugh. “Oh, I missed you baby.” Olivia kissed his face whilst she pets him. “You’ve been such a good boy for daddy, haven’t you?” Olivia smiled at him. “Has daddy been giving you treats?” This caused Lucky to start jumping around and wagging his table. “You want a treat huh? You want a treat baby?” Olivia stood and headed to the kitchen where Clint had them. Olivia gave Lucky a treat whilst Clint shed his kutte and locked the doors. “You redecorated the living room.” Olivia noticed there was a new couch, it was light beige and not the white that they used to have.
“Yeah, the couch needed an upgrade, Bucky and Nat stayed here when their place was being fumigated for termites and they broke it.” Clint shrugged as he watched Lucky go and lay in his bed that sat in the corner of the living room.
“Clint?” Olivia asked. “Why’d you pull away from me?” She asked softly. “Before I left, after we got married, you became distant, you were never home. Why?” Clint sighed and moved to sit on the couch before taking a drink of his coffee and patting the spot next to him.
“Come sit.” Olivia moved and sat next to him, Lucky immediately moved from his bed and laid on Olivia’s lap. “It wasn’t because I didn’t love you Liv, I love you more than anything, except maybe Lucky,” Clint rubbed the dogs head. “I pulled away because I was scared Liv, we were just married, and there were threats against the club, I didn’t want to pull you down with us, I tried to put some distance until everything passed and by the time it did, it was too late to fix things. I found the divorce papers on the kitchen table and you were gone, the only things left, your ring, a picture from our wedding, the divorce papers and a note telling me to send the papers to the lawyer once I signed. You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.” He spoke.
“You never gave me a chance to talk to you Clint, you were never here, and when you were, I was at work.” Olivia spoke. “When did you want me to tell you I wanted a divorce? Skip work and tell you? Come to the club and announce it in front of everyone? You never gave me a chance.” Olivia’s voice dropped as she looked down at the dog. “You abandoned me emotionally for three months, we came back from our honeymoon talking about wanting to start a family and not a month later you were pulling away from me. You thought pulling away was what you needed to do, but what I needed you to do was talk to me because we came back and I thought, I thought you changed your mind about me, about wanting a family. I went three months having to watch people with families going in and out of the store, having something I would never have. I left the divorce papers because I thought it was what you wanted.”
“It wasn’t.” Clint interrupted her.
“How was I to know that? Anytime I tried to talk to you, you would mumble and go lock yourself in another room. I cried myself to sleep thinking I was no longer good enough for you, that you’d found someone better. My implant was scheduled for removal because we wanted to start a family, I had to explain to my doctor why I needed a new prescription for it, do you know how humiliating it was to basically tell her I was getting a divorce cause my husband lost interest in me? Do you know how humiliating it was to have to call my dad for help? Tell him I needed money because you didn’t love me anymore? I was broken Clint, for years.” Olivia moved to stand, Lucky moving off her. “I left because you stopped acting like my husband, you started acting like a roommate, not the love of my life and I won’t apologize for leaving, it bettered me. I have a degree and a sense of respect for myself.” Olivia moved and threw her coffee cup away. “I tried to save our marriage for months Clint. I planned dates, I planned nights in, I tried to talk to you, I tried everything, it was never enough.” She said softly. “You told me you didn’t want to have kids with me.” Olivia had tears streaming down her face at this point, refusing to look at him. “That was the last straw Clint, you coming home and telling me you didn’t want children with me. Do you understand how much that killed me? How hard it was for me to hear those words from you? Did you really think I’d stay after that? After I had my heart ripped out again and again by you? Because if you did, then you’re an idiot.” Olivia said.
“Livvy.” Clint spoke as he followed her. “It was never you that was the problem, I was scared for your life.” Olivia spun around towards him.
“You should have told me Clint, talked to me about the FBI being in town, that’s what a marriage is Clint, talking to your significant other! Communication.”
“I know, I’m sorry Liv, please.” Clint stepped towards her and reached into his pocket pulling out her wedding ring. “Marry me again, we’ll do things right this time.” Olivia shifted on her feet, four years away and Clint still made butterflies erupt in her stomach.
“We’re already married you doof.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Well remarry me, we’ll renew our vows, have Lucky be my best-man again, please Liv?”
“You need to communicate with me Clint, on everything, club related or not.” Olivia spoke as Clint nodded. “Lucky.” Olivia looked towards the golden lab that had one eye. “You think mommy and daddy should get remarried?” Lucky jumped off the couch wagging his tail. “Yeah?” Olivia looked up at Clint. “Our son has spoken.” She whispered as Clint grinned before slipping the ring on her finger.
“Gods I love you.” Clint spoke before crashing his lips to her. “I didn’t mean I didn’t want kids with you Livvy, gods do I want to see kids of our own running around, but at the time, we were young, and with the FBI and the threats against the club, I just meant it wasn’t a good time to be trying.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Olivia asked. “I would have understood if you said you wanted to wait, but you told me you didn’t want kids,”
“I know what I said. I worded it wrong, I want kids with you, and only you Livvy.” Olivia stared into his eyes a moment and nodded.
“Okay.” Olivia spoke softly and the two spent the night recounting everything that had happened and worked through their issues, for the most part.
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“Barton Mechanic’s, how can I help you?” Olivia spoke as she answered the phone at the mechanic shop that Clint’s dad had owned before he passed away. “I can have a tow truck your way in say twenty minutes?” Olivia spoke whilst typing a request for the tow. “Thank you so much, we’ll see you soon.” Hanging up, Olivia made eye contact with a boy, no more than sixteen. “You must be Peter, Clint said you’d be stopping by.” The boy didn’t speak at first before he began stuttering.
“Pete.” Another boy, the same age spoke as he elbowed him. “Sorry about him, I’m Harley.” Shaking Olivia’s hand, the boy winked. “Clint said there was a car to work on.”
“Yes, the red Honda.” Pointing towards the car that was sitting on the lift. “Needs breaks and the fuel lines flushed.”
“Clint didn’t mention who you were.” Harley spoke as Olivia smiled.
“Olivia Barton, Clint’s wife.” She spoke. “You guys are Tony and Pepper’s kids right?” Olivia asked as Harley nodded just as Clint came walking in from grabbing coffee, Lucky running straight for her.
“There’s my baby.” Oliva moved around the couch and began cooing at the dog. “Oh, did daddy get you a treat? Yes, he did my love oh you’re such a good boy, yes you are.” Olivia made kissy faces at the dog.
“Hey where’s mine?” Clint whine as Olivia stood up and pressed a kiss against Clint’s lips before taking the coffee from his hand.
“God, I need like four more cups.” She spoke taking a drink of the coffee. “Thank you, sweets.” Olivia winked at Clint as she began typing on the computer again. “We have a tow truck out picking up a car that broke down on the freeway, you want to handle it or Luke?”
“Luke can, Bucky and Steve are coming over to go over the details of a ride, plus I think Bucky wants to talk about your parents coming for a visit.”
“Both of them? At the same time?” Olivia asked.
“He thinks they should come to the renewal.”
“You told him about that! Clint do you want to be shot by my brother, again?”
“God no.” Clint rubbed his arm as Olivia said that. “But he thinks they’ll be able to handle it.”
“Clint, mom left dad because of the club, mom doesn’t approve of Bucky being in the club or me marrying you the first time, the only kid of hers that she’s proud of is Rebecca.” Olivia sighed as Clint chuckled. “Hell, she doesn’t speak to Frances or Mary either.” Olivia spoke of her younger sisters; she was the middle of the five children.
“It’ll be fine babe. I have some work to do.” Clint kissed Olivia before he went to his office, leaving Olivia working whilst Lucky laid in his bed near the garage door. Around thirty minute later, the tow truck came in with the minivan and Luke came out from under the truck he had been working on. Olivia looked up from the computer, her eyes falling onto a pregnant woman’s stomach, she couldn’t have been more than three months.
“Is Clint around? He’s an old friend.” Olivia recognized the voice and looked up, eyes locking with the same blue ones she shared with her brother.
“Rebecca.”
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