how did it not break

TURICUR!!

I’m seriously in love with this game!

Interactions with the FAHC can be wildly beneficial; so long as you play by their rules. So long as you pay your dues, defer to Ramsey and fulfil your promises, so long as you remember that for all their wicked laughter the Fake’s do not play around when it comes to threats. When it comes to debts. If you don’t produce what you owe, if you fall behind, try to deceive or slink out of the city, you’ll quickly find yourself hosting an unwelcome visitor.

The FAHC have three key enforcers, three heavyweights who enact the majority of the crew’s dirty work. There are others, of course, some that come and go, some that have other roles, but all of Los Santos recognise these three. The guard dogs, the brawlers, the muscle; the violent core of an inherently dangerous crew, they keep order, deliver punishment, deal with any who grow more problematic than the FAHC are comfortable with.

If they merely accompany one of the others, shadow Ramsey to a meeting or the Frontman to a deal, they’ll be silent warning, visible promise; so long as everything goes to plan they are no danger, unnecessary unless they aren’t. If they come alone though, if one comes knocking all by himself, shit is about to hit the wall and nothing you do or say can stop it. There’s no telling which enforcer will show, and there is great debate surrounding which of the three is the worst, which is the one you should pray to avoid.

The Vagabond is a popular option, the obvious choice for worst of the worst; no one want’s to open the door and see that skull grinning back at them. Nobody wan’t to explain their shortcomings to the boogieman of Los Santos, to the mercenary who’s said to have no mercy, who’s said to have no restraint, whose lust for death is curbed only by the wishes of his master. Everyone’s heard the stories, everyone’s seen the aftermath; the Vagabond is not a man to be taken lightly.

But quietly, privately, some have admitted that when it comes to a shakedown, to a threat and a nasty reminder rather than an actual punishment, a visit from the Vagabond might not be the worst Ramsey has to offer. There’s something meticulous in the Vagabond, something endlessly patient; it’s an unspeakably horrifying quality in a killer, but not quite such a bad thing in an enforcer. He’s terrifying, yes, and if he actually plans on carrying through there is no escape, but in terms of deadlines and ultimatums at least he’s upfront. At least he’s clear; there are rules to interacting with the Vagabond, and so long as you abide by them you won’t attract his ire. He’ll fulfil Ramsey’s wishes to the letter but so long as you keep your head down and your nose clean that’s as far as he will go.

This is not always the case with the Fake AH Crew’s resident short fuse; Jones, Mogar, rage incarnate, the walking personification of destruction. If Jones is sent to knock some heads together there is absolutely nothing stopping him from throwing in a few broken bones for free. As loyal to the boss as the Vagabond but where the mercenary seems willing to carry out orders as requested, Jones likes to embellish on them. There is no overstating the volatile nature of the mans temper; Jones can jump from complete calm to irrevocable rage in the blink of an eye, can seem utterly reasonable one moment and irrationally furious the next.

While fully capable of unexpected bouts of tolerant patience Jones has no time for perceived idiocy, no sympathy for broken promises. He is, in a way, a man of honour and once you’ve lost his respect there’s no coming back. Even those he leaves unscathed may not escape unmarked; like a dog with a bone his disdain will follow you, a dark blot noted by all who fear his wrath. He might not have the same reputation as the Vagabond, might not swing the same flavour of danger, but stories of his temper are no less prevalent, warnings against pinging his radar no less profound. If Jones turns on you not even your gods will protect you.

Then there’s Dooley, Little J, the newest of Ramsey’s attack dogs. Based on looks alone he seems like he could be trouble, compact but visibly strong, handling his weapons with practised ease, but unlike Jones or the Vagabond Dooley always comes in smiling. Comes in with a slap to the shoulder, a friendly chat, some commiseration over the difficulties of the job. It’s easy enough, after that, to think that he’s a light touch. To think Ramsey’s newest enforcer lacks the presence of his partners, lacks their eager viciousness, to think he is easily the best of the three to have turn up at your door. Foolish.

See, for all that banter Little J is no less committed to his crew, no less judgemental of your disappointing display, no less breathtakingly ruthless. When the Vagabond brings up your failings he gets begging. When Jones sneers at your incompetence he gets excuses. When Little J asks about the complications you had, friendly and understanding and naively inexperienced, you’ll open right up. You’ll spill your fucking guts, and he’ll let you. He’ll listen and nod in all the right places, he’ll smile like you’re buddies and you’ll be so sure you’ve gotten away with it that you’ll fail to notice the way he never let go of your shoulder. The way he never stepped out of your space. You’ll keep digging your own grave right up until his hand tightens and shoves you into a wall, until he holds you there effortlessly despite your struggles, until he leans in close and explains just how badly you’ve messed up. There’s no room for excuses now, not after you’ve admitted everything, no chance to change your story; all you can do is nod, is agree, is promise and grovel and plead, say whatever it is you need to say before Dooley is satisfied. He’ll step back then, let you go and straighten your shirt, clap you on the shoulder as he turns to leave, still chattering away like nothing happened. Still smiling like you’re buddies.  

There’s great debate about which of Ramsey’s enforcers is the most intimating, which would be the worst option to find knocking at your door. Its a conversation with no resolution, an eternal loop; they argue about the worst, because god knows which of the three is the best. God knows which could be called relief, called merciful. They argue about the worst, all knowing exactly what the answer is. Knowing nothing could trump a visit from more than one, nothing could be more dangerous, more worthy of abject terror. If Ramsey sends a pair of his enforcers things are guaranteed to get nasty, things are guaranteed to get wildly unpleasant, but even two cannot compare to all three. If all three come knocking there is no escape, if all three come knocking the game is up, your run is over. It’s overkill to the extreme, the rare combination of raw threat, blinding rage and subtle menace so powerfully unnecessary it can only be a message. If the Fake’s key enforcers come knocking the very best you can hope for is to be the one chosen survivor left to spread the word.

(Oh dear)

:) next week’s promo makes me concerned that perhaps attempting to trick a genius like that isn’t too clever of an idea, Oswald.
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It’s crazy how we once did everything just to break all the barriers that kept us from seeing each other. It was once amazing how we crossed the longest bridge between us, just to meet each other on the middle. There were so many things we did just for the sake of our feelings for one another. Yet now, it was sad to know, that both of us will do everything just to avoid walking into each other. It was one of the loneliest things, when both of us will run on opposite tracks just to hide in the deepest places where our lost love will never haunt us.
—  ma.c.a // Lost Feelings
  • everyone: how could america elect someone who is racist homophobic xenophobic and misogynistic??? did they not know?? how could voters be so uninformed!
  • me: hate to break it to you my friend but bigotry sells! homophobia and racism are super hot in america! hating women is a big hobby! i don't know where you've been!

Now that i read a comment in a fic, something to consider:

How did Ladybug knew kissing Chat would break the spell in Dark Cupid?

The only thing she remembered to do that was that a True Love Kiss defeats dark magic or something like that.

Anyway, she knew kissing Chat was going to be a True Love Kiss. Or at least was sure enough that kissing him would be powerful enough to break Dark Cupid’s spell  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

  • (Back in Overwatch’s glory days, the agents are standing around a broken coffee machine)
  • Gabriel Reyes: Who broke it?
  • (Everyone looks nervous.)
  • Gabriel Reyes: I’m not mad. I just wanna know.
  • Jack Morrison: I did. I broke it.
  • Gabriel Reyes: No, no you didn’t. Lena?
  • Tracer: No, don’t look at me! ...Look at Genji.
  • Genji: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Tracer: That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Genji: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
  • Tracer: Suspicious.
  • Genji: No, it’s not!
  • McCree: If it matters, probably not, but Winston was the last one to use it.
  • Winston: Liar, I don’t even drink that crap!
  • McCree: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Winston: I like the chocolate creamer to drink with my peanut butter sandwiches. Everyone knows that, Jesse!
  • Jack Morrison: Okay, let’s not fight, I broke it. Let me pay for it, Gabe.
  • Gabriel Reyes: No. Who broke it?
  • Genji: ...Gabe? Torbjörn’s been awfully quiet.
  • Torbjörn: Really?! Really?!
  • Genji: Yeah, really!
  • Torbjörn: Oh my God!
  • (everyone starts arguing)
  • Gabriel Reyes: (To the camera while everyone argues) I broke it. I burned my hand on it so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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OKIE DOKIE SMOKEY IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF ‘LISTEN TO VAL BECAUSE I HAVE IMPORTANT SHIT TO TELL YOU’ PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES VERSION

  • literally people in edwardian england fighting zombies
  • I mean sam riley
  • lily james
  • in edwardian costume fighting zombies
  • honestly if those two sentences did not have your attention idek how to help you
  • not the most ground breaking plot but children listen to me
  • the proposal scene
  • the  p r o p o s a l   s c e n e
  • I HAVE NEVER SEEN A BETTER REPRESENTATION OF THE WORDS FIGHT ME IN CINEMA BEFORE
  • the kisses in this movie were not pg-13 christ save me
  • I mean, good lord
  • these were some ‘their tongues dueled for dominance’ jaw-rotting motherfuckers
  • CONVIENIENT CORSET AND VEST RIPPING
  • I do not know which god I managed to please somehow but I intend to keep doing it. If this is hell serve me a fuckin’ margarita bartender I plan on staying for a long goddamn time
  • sam riley stomping around in edwardian leather jackets people come on
  • occasionally a zombie shows up
  • cersei lannister has an eyepatch and ninjas
  • I’m not joking ugh I don’t want to spoil it but I LITERALLY HAD TO PUNCH @florentinequill DURING THE PROPOSAL SCENE BECAUSE I WAS 95% SURE SHE FLATLINED AND WAS IN THE PROCESS OF DYING THERE IS A VERY SPECIFIC MOMENT DURING THAT FIGHT WHICH WILL END YOUR PITIFUL MORTAL EXISTENCE
  • I have never seen more ‘I hate you but suddenly I am finding you very attractive what is this weird boner’ looks exchanged between two people in such a short time what is going on
  • there were zombies somewhere in there idk
  • there’s a white wet shirt scene in tribute to Colin Firth, enjoy
The Vampire Diaries is Lacking Common Sense

……I cannot be the only one pissed that this last season of the Vampire Diaries is basically shutting down any type of ship or rational idea ever created.

Anyone with common sense watching this show knows that it went completely rogue like mid-way through season 4. So many questions. Number one being how did Stefan and Elena break up like it was nothing? Watching old episodes…they’re chemistry was so on point I can’t even fathom it. They saved each other from so much. They went through…everything…together. How?

Another being Klaus and Caroline. I just…Klaus at one point would’ve destroyed the world for her, so you’re telling me he easily went to New Orleans and never tried to contact her again after a quick fuck in the forest? How does that even make sense?

And then there’s Bonnie. When her and Damon were in the prison world there’s no way things could’ve remained completely platonic. Human nature would’ve suggested some time of hugging or cuddling…They even acted as more than friends would act. They both showed signs of jealousy toward one another. In fact, in some scenes once Bonnie was back it was clear that Elena was curious about their “friendship.”

None of this makes sense at all???

Imagine season two of yoi, first 20 seconds of introduction narrated by Yuuri:
“….and this is Victor, my ex-fiancé”
And basically we learn that in the time from one competition to another they did break up and this is how the story starts
Woah that’d be sad