how to bet on horse racing

AAAAAAAAA!!!! Thank you Anon!!!!!!
I tried to make him sweet and romantic like you wanted, but keep him in character, so he’s still super sassy.

Have fun you two!


“Are you willing to go out this weekend?”

“Sure, I’ve got nothing else going on. Whose all coming?” Your back turned to him, you load the washing machine in the empty laundry area on base.

“Me.” He states plainly, leaning on a machine behind you.

You pause for a moment, then continue your chore. “Just you?”

“Just me.”

“So, you mean, like a date then?” You close the lid, and fiddle with the dials to distract yourself.


You turn around and see him, with crossed arms, looking at you. “Alright, I’m game.” You say, trying to sound confident. He hums and you offer a smile, nervous in nature, pick up your basket, and go on your way. “I’ll see you then.”


Casual. You could do casual. Or, wait. How casual should it be. Like, normal casual? Maybe you should try to look a little nicer. But, what if he didn’t and you ended up looking like an over prepared doof? You groan, debating over a nice jacket, or a comfortable sweatshirt.

This is ridiculous.

You mull over your choices for a bit longer before you glance at the time and realize that you need to go.

Jacket it is.

“Took you long enough.”

“I’m, like, two minutes late.” You ague once the car that dropped you off left. It was a real pain to get out of the base sometimes, safety protocol proving itself to be annoying as always.

“I got here on time.” He begins to walk down the road and you follow, putting your hands in your pockets in attempt to keep them warm. You take this moment of silence to study him, relishing in the time you get to see him outside of his normal combat attire. It was no surprise that he had a hood on, but doubling it surgical mask, left most of his face obscured to the public.

“Sooooo…” You begin.


“Where we goin’?”

“A carnival. It’s suppose to only be here for the weekend.” He glances over to you, noticing how you rub your hands frantically together. “Here,” he takes off his gloves and hands them over, “I don’t need these.”

“Oh, thanks.” You swiftly put them on, feeling silly for forgetting your own.

“You really should’ve worn a thicker jacket.” You face him again, but he looks away. “That one’s nice, but doesn’t look very warm.”

“I’ll be fine.” You assure him. He huffs, not wanting to press further.


“I bet I could hit more targets than you.” You almost pull him to the shooting booth, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I don’t use weapons built for accuracy.”

“Then I’ll win something just for you.” You joke. “What’d ya want? The rastafari banana? Or maybe the blow-up Spider-Man hammer?”

“How ‘bout we play that instead.” He points over to a horse racing booth. “Who ever loses pays for food.”

“Deal!” You sit next to each other, and as other people fill in the few remaining seats, you inspect the game. It was basically mini skeeball; the higher your score, the faster your horse ran.

An easy win.


“Honestly, I think that guy who got first was jipped. The 'light-sword’ is much better than that big dolphin he got.” You swish your sword around nonchalantly as you spoke. Dusk was well underway, letting the glow it emitted be much more visible.

“A missed opportunity, really.” Reaper commented, amusement lacing his voice. You chew on you food, setting your prize to the side.

“You sure you’re not hungry?”

He nods. “Not a fan of carnival food.”

“Then why’d you make the bet?”

“So you’d let me buy you food.” He waves his hand lazily side to side, “Don’t get me wrong,” he leans onto the table, “if I wanted to, I would’ve demolished you.” You can’t see his mouth, but you know he’s smirking.


“Together or separate?” He asks as you both wait in line for the bumper cars.

“Separate. It’s no fun unless we both get to drive.” When the worker opens the gate, you squeeze your way to the first open car of your favorite color. He nabs a dark red one that was frozen bumping into yours, and as soon as the cars were allowed to move, he slammed onto the gas petal, veering you to the left.

“You were right. This is more fun.” He taunts. You decided to back up without notice, causing him to bump into a dad and his kid that were on the other side of you.

“So long sucker!” You boast, circling around him, only to immediately get stuck between two other cars. “Help me sucker!”

He slams into one, braking the three of you free. Your thanks is cut off by him forcibly turning his wheel to the right, pushing you against the wall. He chuckles and turns away with a sarcastic, “You’re welcome.”

Oh, he was not getting away with that!


A shiver goes through you. Guess Reaper was right about bringing a thicker jacket. In your defense, it’s a lot colder than the weatherman said it would be.

“You’re super cheesy, you know that?” You pull your arms closer to your body, trying not to show how cold you really were.

“And?” He taps on his phone, angled in a way that you couldn’t quite see what was on the screen.

He lets you step into the cart first, before settling beside you and allowing you to rest your sword across the both of you to fit.

“Making the last ride be the Farris wheel? What, were you born in the 80’s?” You rest your arm on the bar, then your head on that and smile at him.

He closes his phone and exhales loudly through his nose, “Looks like I’ve been found out.” He quips.

You start your assent backwards, and you stare in awe at the lights around you. “Woah, it looks so cool from up here!” You point down below, “Hey, look! That guy has the same jacket as you.”

“I wear it better.” He snorts, completely serious. “That kid just ate it.” He states, moving your attention to the teen getting up off the floor.

“At least their smoothie survived.” You nod. He lets out a short laugh and agrees.


The walk back to the pickup area is pleasantly quiet. He lets you take the first car, and you thank him for the fun night, agreeing that it should happen again soon.

Your first thoughts upon arriving at the base were of sleep, however entering your room reviled a package resting on your bed.

Curious, you open it and read the note printed out and taped to the plastic inside.

“Next time, wear something that’ll keep you warm.” You pull out a heavy jacket from inside, styled similarly to the one you had on.


Not the most romantic, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it seemed more fun than a fancy dinner. (Now I wanna go to a carnival.)

I should go to bed now.


“Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter].

Summary: Widower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter IV: “Berries”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”. // 2.”Books”. // 3.”Wine”

Written by: A.Wölf.


How’s the Mrs.?” asked the lawyer while writing something down on his agenda instead of making eye contact with his client who had just taken a seat across from him in his office.

“Winning a bet at a horse race I’m sure”, Jeremy answered causing him to let out a chuckle.

“As it should be. How can I help you, Jeremy?”

He pulled an envelope from his coat and slid it across the desk before saying,

“I would like to make a few changes to my will”.

The lawyer finally stopped writing and opened it. But it wasn’t until he read its content that he, at last, glanced up at his client with a curious expression.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“Just being cautious, Sam”.

“Are you sure about this? I mean it’s an awful lot of money and-”

“Yes, I’m sure”, Jeremy answered cutting him off, “I’m not getting any younger”.

The lawyer gave a slight shrug.

“As you wish”, he said moving files and papers around, “I’ll make the changes and call you in a few days so you can revise them and sign”.

Jeremy opened the fridge to pour himself a glass of orange juice and quench his thirst after the difficult morning jog. The chest massage seemed to dull the pain but he kept on going at a slower pace nevertheless.

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Imagine suggesting Tommy a plan on how to beat Sabini and his men

Originally posted by lifetime-of-wishes

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles

Tommy sat down smoking a cigarette, his gaze wandering to the window:
“Sabini and his pasta bastards will never go away won’t they?”
Talking out his thoughts he started to pinch his eyes trying to find a solution.
“The horse race.” you said, Tommys attention now layed on you, his look asking for an explanation.
“We will make trouble on the other side of the place while burning all of Sabinis licenses for the bets on the other one, sending all of his men all the way down to hell with cartridges.” your eyes layed on the floor now looking up to Tommy waiting for his verdict on your plan.
He smiled, “That’s good,no..even better than that.”He squeezed his cigarette into the ashtray, his stare meeting yours, a grin across his face.
Welcome to the Peaky Blinders.

Just because there is still time to throw bets out there before Last Jedi, I am going to state for the record that: Damerey is not impossible from the information we have up to this point, and it is still possible that we could get something in Last Jedi that could further support this ship. 

Originally posted by mssedated

the races | alfie solomons

*shrugs* it’s race day

“I was about to send out a search party for you, love”

“Caught a girl I used to know on the way back, we got chatting. Here’s your slip”

Alfie took the paper from between your pinched fingers and shuffled over to make space for you in the crowd.

“This ain’t my horse”

“Yes it is”

“No, I asked you to put it on Tw-“

“I know, but this is better, trust me”

He studied the ticket again before leaning down to your ear.

“Why…why the hell does this have one of Sabini’s men on it? What the fuck you doing giving my money to-“

“Trust me”

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Requested by Anon and @theaqueenakaspeedy  - Finn Shelby #9 please
Prompts – 9 – ‘Stop getting us kicked out of grocery stores.’

Word Count – 642

Characters – Finn x Reader

You had decided that you would go shopping today and Finn agreed to come with you, you had gotten ready and were waiting for Finn to come back from the family meeting to get you. You were gathering your bag when the front door opened and he walked in.
‘Hey, you ready?’ He asked, you stood up foxed your dress.
‘Yeah, let’s go.’ You said with a smile. You were out the door and he closed it behind you. Once he was beside you again, he interlocked his arms with yours.
‘So how was the meeting?’ You asked him. He looked down at you and smiled.
‘It was okay.’
‘Only okay? Nothing exciting, no plans?’ You questioned him. He shook his head.
‘No today was actually about the horses and the bets.’ Finn said as he looked forward.
‘Okay.’ You responded back. he looked down at you.
‘How was your day?’ He asked you.
‘So crazy.’ You told him, he raised an eyebrow.
‘I got up, got ready and sat on the couch, waiting for someone to pick me up.’ You said with a smile. He chuckled and pulled you into the shop. You brought out the list of items you needed and went to the aisles that contained them.

You had lost Finn on the second isle as he walked away, but you could tell he was close by the angry shouts. You hurried around the corner to see him red faced. You rushed up between him and the man that was shouting back.
‘What is going on?’ You asked the both of them, as a small crowd was staring to gather.
‘He stole something of mine.’ The tall, dark haired man said.
‘And what would that be.’ You asked him, standing tall.
‘Money.’ The man said and Finn scoffed behind you.
‘When and how did you he steal your money, sir?’ You asked him.
‘Two weeks ago, I was in his shop and I was to get money back from the races but he said he didn’t have it.’ He said and you smiled slightly.
‘Two weeks ago, who did you place the bet on?’ You asked him, he looked at you as if you were stupid.
‘Answer the lady.’ Finn said from behind you. The man looked at him before turning back to you.
‘Pavilion.’ He said. You smirked. You stepped forward.
‘Sir, that horse did not win, didn’t even come third. I believe it actually came second to last.’ You said to him.
‘Liar.’ He screamed and raised his fist, but Finn move you out the way and punched him. This caused them to turn into a full-blown fight in the middle of the isles. It was only stopped as the store owner came in with two tall men. Once they were pulled away from each other, the owner turned to me.
‘You and your boyfriend get out and don’t come back.’ He said angrily. You scowled at him but nodded, leading Finn away.

Once you were outside Finn burst out laughing but stopped when you whacked him across the chest.
‘Ow, what was that for?’ He asked you as he rubbed his chest.
‘Stop getting us kicked out of grocery stores.’ You said to him as now you had to find another place to get your list of items.
‘Sorry.’ He said as he took in your disappointed face.
‘That won’t help, I now have to go out of town to get food because of you.’ You said to him as you started walking away. He ran up beside you and
‘I’ll make it up to you?’ He stated.
‘How?’ You asked him.
‘I’ll drive you there, how many time and for the littles things.’ He said you stopped and he tripped up to stop, but faced you.
‘Anytime, anywhere?’ You asked. He nodded and you smiled.

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The Labyrinth to Your Heart

Rating: K

Word Count: 3206

Pairings: DiaRiko

Summary: Dia doesn’t like to remember getting lost in Tokyo when she was a child. Sometimes those moments of getting lost find her, though.

Link: (FFN) | (AO3)

“It’s Octoooberrr!” Mari jumped out from behind a tree, making both Dia and Kanan jump. In her hands was a small jack-o-lantern with a grin to match her own. “Don’t you just love that crisp fall air?”

“Honestly, Mari!” Dia scolded, trying to pretend that Mari hadn’t spooked her. “It’s been October for nearly two weeks now. You have to stop with this, this… trickery!”

“Aw Dia, she’s just having fun.” Kanan tried to play peacemaker, though she too was getting a bit tired of having Mari jump out from behind random things and scare them. How did she even hide herself without either of them knowing?

Exactly!” She set the pumpkin down on the ground and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “And in honor of this lovely weather, the fall festival will begin tomorrow! You both will be there of course, right? Everybody who’s anybody will be there.”

“We have a fall festival every year, Mari. Regardless of the weather.” Dia shrugged Mari’s hand off and bent over to pick up the pumpkin, looking at its facial design curiously. “But yes, we’ll be there, of course. Should I even assume that you’ve told Riko about it?” Unlike the rest of Aqours, Riko hadn’t lived there for most - or all - of her life, so she might be out of the loop.

“Of course!” Mari scoffed, as if it was unbelievable that anyone would think she didn’t do something that important. “Well, okay, I didn’t do it personally, but I told Chika to do it. That’s just as good, isn’t it?” Dia sighed, but she did have a point. As far as any of them could tell, Chika was Riko’s best friend, and they lived next door to each other. She was the perfect messenger.

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Loretta's Old Dialogue
  • Loretta: What? Yes, I’m Loretta, and who are you? Not that I care… (y/n)? That’s your name? Really. Well, it sounds very… very pretty and intelligent. Oh my… (y/n). I bet your horse’s name is just as lame. I bet it’s like… Puffyheart or something. (Horse's name)? Ha! I’m psychic!
  • So what are you doing here, anyway? Jenna told you I was going to teach you how to compete? Great. You know what, actually I’m kind of bored right now, so why not. You and (Horse's name) should try racing some in the paddock. Who knows, maybe it’ll make me smile. At your fantaaaastically faaaaast speed. I can already tell that you’ll never make into the club. You’re still here? I thought I told you that you could try out our paddock already. What is it you don’t understand? Come on already! Get to the starting line!
  • I forgot to note the objectives and rewards of this one, sorry!
  • Quest: Completed
  • Loretta: Ok, that wasn’t too bad for a beginner. I’ll admit that I wasn’t super good at controlling my horse when I first came here, either. All that will change when you get more experienced and acquire better equipment. You’ll never be a Bobcat Girl however, that’s for sure.
  • More Quests: Completed
  • Loretta: Just a minute! One more thing: keep away from Justin. He’s mine and nobody will ever come between us. Not that there’s any chance that he would ever be interested in… somebody like you.
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eatingcroutons  asked:

"Emotional terrorism" is actually a common term for the behaviour the-reylo-void is describing; if you Google it you'll find plenty of articles and discussions about it.

Okay, thanks for letting me know, this is legit. I’m glad to know the OP didn’t just make that up. That said, a pattern of hateful, disproportionate lashing out by someone overinvested in anti-shipping is not really the same thing as a concentrated campaign of emotional manipulation, blackmail, gaslighting, conditioning, and abuse from one person in a relationship toward their victim(s), with the goal of emotionally crippling the victim and making them dependent on the abuser.

Here is the thing. I do not trust people on this website not to throw around terms, even marginally applicable ones, that include the word “terrorism” for exactly the reasons the OP said: righteous anger and demonizing your opponent makes you feel better and gets you brownie points on tumblr dot com. It’s like how I’ve seen the word “klan” applied to users who do things like not drawing the human version of a Crystal Gem as the “right” race, because apparently that’s the same thing as killing another human being for their skin color.

I’m not really mad at the OP. I’m just frustrated that the tumblr fandom culture of “most woke wins” is so pervasive that even a post with the perfectly reasonable goal of asking people not to be frothingly hateful is framed so that if you’re doing the thing in question, you’re a psychological abuser.

anonymous asked:

What is one of the most embarrassing dreams you've ever had? (The other boys can chime in too :)

JACK: I dreamed I showed up to brand calves wearin’ my scab suit an’ ridin’ a fancy Thoroughbred, like the muckity-mucks in Central Park.

RACE: That’s nothin’.

JACK: …It was a sidesaddle.


MUSH: You can ride sidesaddle, Jack?

JACK: I ain’t tried.  —Bet I could, though.


BLINK:I dreamed that the mayor’s daughter was 85…and I married her anyway.

SPOT: Did you know she was 85?

BLINK: No, but I found out when she pulled off her veil at the altar.  Her wig came with it.

MUSH: That’s terrible!

JACK: That’s not embarrassin’, that’s terrifyin’.

RACE: I had a dream that I was in a horse race, an’ you know how little kids’ll play horses, like makin’ that gallop sound?  That’s how I was runnin’.

MUSH: I dreamed about a tiny dog going shopping.

BLINK: …That’s embarrassing?

MUSH: Yeah!  It couldn’t see over the counter.

BUMLETS: I had a dream I forgot to put on my clothes an’ went out to sell papes.  No one told me.

MUSH: I’d tell you, Bum.

BUMLETS: Thanks.

DUTCHY: I had a dream I was givin’ a speech, ‘cept Jack wrote it.

JACK: It must’ve been good, then.

DUTCHY: No, it kept mentionin’ cowboys an’ stuff I didn’t understand.  Like old battles an’ stuff.

JACK: A real good speech.

DUTCHY: An’ people’d ask me questions about ‘em an’ I’d just make stuff up an’ I sounded dumb.

JACK: If I wrote the speech, you were probably safe.

SPECS: I dreamed I forgot my glasses an’ kept runnin’ into stuff.  Then I realized I was actually awake an’ it was actually goin’ on.

SWIFTY: I don’t really remember my dreams…except one had to do with a turkey.  I think I was stealin’ it and it got up an’ walked away.  But was a cooked turkey.

SPOT: That’s just messed up.

JACK: What’s your most embarrassin’ dream, Spot?

SPOT: I dreamed I was from Manhattan.

I think one of the saddest moments in life is when you get a text message and check it but it turns out it was from your cell phone provider or someone advertising something.  It really makes me sad when it happens to me because I usually get my hopes up that it is someone who actually wants to hang out with me or something but it almost never is.  I also get mad at myself for repeatedly getting my hopes up when I know I shouldn’t.

Do you think there will be a time, about thirty years from now, when the President stops making public appearances?  Think about it.  The growing trend in the use of militarized drones, the advancement of robotic technology, the growth of anonymity on the Internet.  All serve to create danger for a President.  A sniper can be spotted by a counter-sniper but can a robotic gun with no heat signature and no movement be located and taken out?  How could the Secret Service possibly defend the president in an era when almost everyone has a personal drone and some of them are militarized?

I never liked playing the Battleship board game.  It’s stressful and difficult.  Even if you adopt an efficient search pattern you can still easily lose just because your opponent gets lucky.  The only fun part of that game is setting up your ships. 

I’ve always wondered who makes the clip art images.  And what is clip art?  Is that a brand name like Kleenex that has just entered the common lexicon?  I feel like brands like Kleenex are angry that their brand has become a common name for an object, but I think it would benefit them in the long run.

Betting on horse races is strange because they give everyone pretty much the same access to information about the horses’ odds and histories.  The whole point of investing is profiting off of information imbalances.  You can win at the stock market by knowing a lot more than the person you’re buying from or selling to, but with horse racing everyone is pretty much on an even footing.  Also why horses and why racing?  I’d like to see a cattle swimming arena, where you place a bet on Bessie and get to watch her lap a shallow pool.  Maybe they could put a barrel of grass in front of their mouths to get them to swim, like the whole donkey and carrot thing.  Isn’t it weird how the donkey/carrot metaphor exists when I’d wager so few of us ever see donkeys, let alone see them eating carrots?

Liar! Uncover the Truth 4th Liar: Money Can’t Buy Me Love! Walkthrough

Please only click “keep reading” if you already know/ are willing to know who the Liar is as before you start accusing you must first select the liar!

Note that this is translated from JP Doubt so wording is not exact until I’ve run the game, however A/B/C choices are guaranteed Official translations are up now.

As always, please don’t spoil for others.

Points Needed:
S rank: 1800 Cool Points + 220 Savvy Points
A rank: 2000 Cool Points + 80 Savvy Points
B rank: 1650 Cool Points + 40 Savvy Points
C rank: 700 Cool Points + 20 Savvy Points

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Abort Mission 7-Stiles AU


A/N : this is a long long update. like 14 pages long.Previous chapters here: 

Previous parts here :









‘’How’s the leg?’’ I motion at Scott’s wounded knee as  I take a seat next to him.

‘’ I gave that Simon guy the papers you wanted me to.’’ Scott states.

‘’ so I heard. ‘’ I nod.

‘’ it hurts like a motherfucker’’ he adds referring to his knee.

‘’ Look Scott. We need to talk.’’ I begin.

‘’ is this a confession ?’’ Scott smirks.

‘’ no. well, kind of, Listen. In the light of recent events, your job has become ten times more dangerous. Y/N and I , discovered we are being targeted, and well decided to deal with it, by carrying on with the mission, keep being targeted, until we realize why they need us out. You however, need not be a target. We are releasing you from your duties. At the end of every mission, we will be mentioning you as if you were there at the reports so that they won’t suspect anything, but we decided, you don’t have to risk your life anymore than you already did. ‘’ I say in one breath as Scott’s eyes widen. He stares  at me for about five minutes, not saying anything.

‘’ so ?’’ I encourage him to answer.

‘’ well it is an interesting offer…’ he trails off.

‘’ Scott I am not joking. Yesterday you took a bullet.’’ I remind him.

‘’ and look how handsome I look today. ‘ he smiles

‘’ you’re lucky it was your knee. Scott you haven’t received combat training. We can’t have you exposed out there. ‘’ I say trying to make him understand.

‘’ I like working for you two Stiles…’’ Scott says in a serious face now.

‘’ Are you not grasping the concept of death or have you always been this suicidal ?’’ I ask sarcastically.

‘’ I mean it Stilinski. ‘’  he frowns.

‘’ but why ?’’ I ask curiously.

‘’well, you’re the first people that I feel like I am working WITH and not FOR, also Y/N’s hot, I like dogs as well, and well I have nothing else to do with my life. No family, no nothing.’’

‘’ Y/N’S mine, dogs are awesome, but I still think you’re underestimating the danger of the situation.’’

‘’ I feel useful with you, it’s not the job I want Stiles, I want to feel useful, like I am contributing. And you have given me that. It’s not about the job at all. I just needed purpose and you gave me that. ‘’ he finishes and I sigh giving in.

‘’fine. But if you die I won’t say I told you so.’’  I chuckle and call Y/N.



‘’ so which one is the target ?’’ Y/N asks grabbing the file from my hands.

‘’ It doesn’t say, but I think it’s the wife.’’  I inform her.

‘’ It makes perfect sense. Couple owned big company. Marriage issues. They never signed a pre-nup and since they built the company together , the divorce makes it difficult to decide who gets what. Husband wants the wife dead.’’ Scott blurs out taking us both by surprise.

‘’ this, could actually be it. ‘’ I mumble.

‘’ No, they want us killed, but the mission must have a purpose, otherwise they’ll blow their cover. This is too straight forward. And that’s not how I.S.I. runs things.’’ Y/N places her head on the table as if giving up.

‘’I guess we figure the purpose along the way.? ‘’ Scott suggests.

‘’ let’s just focus on killing the husband for now.’’  I say and motion at the waitress to get us our bill.  The girl approaches us and stares at me. I look at Scott. Is there something on my face. She smiles and pulls her hair back while handing us the paper.

‘’ Um, one coffee it’s not in there..’’ I mumble noticing the price.

‘’oh that’s on me , handsome.’’ She giggles and I thank her, smiling back at her. You still got it Stilinski.

‘’ that would be all , thank you’’ Y/N says, motioning her to go.

‘’ heyy I was having a conversation’’ I turn to whisper at her as the girl leaves.

‘’ no you were picturing her naked, and we have work to do.’’ She says stiffly.

———– 24 HOURS LATER———–




‘’ I’M GOING TO KILL YOU STILES !!!’’ I yell at Stiles trying to untie my hands.

‘’ I THINK THEY’LL DO IT FIRST’’ Stiles yells back.

The iron platform on which we are tied is approaching the opening of this huge thing they use to cremate bodies in.

‘’ I hate you both…’’ Scott mumbles.

The dog from across the room is staring at us.

‘’ I HATE THAT DOG’’ Stiles says.


——————–24 HOURS BEFORE——————


‘’ I’ll approach the husband, you approach the wife. ‘’ Stiles orders.

‘’ shouldn’t it be the other way around ?’’ I ask.

‘’ I said approach, not seduce. According to these, the wife hosts charity events. And the husband gambles at horse races.’’

‘’ugh rich people.’’ Scott whispers.

‘’ he will be attending a horse race in a few hours and she has an event tonight. I should be off. ‘’ Stiles says checking the clock.

‘’ Take the earpiece.’’ I say and hand him the device. Scott stops the car to let Stiles off, and drives me back to the apartment we had for the first mission.




I enter the audience seats, looking for the man in the photo.This is going to take forever

‘’OUCH’’ I let out as someone walks against me and hits my shoulder.

‘’ Sorry, I’m just in a hurry.’’ The man says and I take in his appearance.

‘’ Wait. Are you Mr. Thornhill ?’’ I ask and the man now notices me.

‘’ not another journalist…’’ he mumbles.

‘’ oh no I’m actually. I work for your company., got hired yesterday.’’ I say and point the fake logo on my wallet. It’s the logo of a dollar with two lines. I mean what pretentious bastard uses that logo ?

‘’ oh, well thousands of people work for me , I can’t remember everyone. Now if you’ll excuse me. ‘’ he says avoiding me and rushing to another way of the seats.

He is holding a paper on his hand with the number of the horse he has been betting on. 36. that’s always a good number.

‘’ Actually I was informed you would be here and thought I’d thank you for the position. Also let you know that I will be racing today.’’ I smirk. He realizes where this is going.

‘’ really ? what number?’’ he asks.

‘’ thirty six..’’ I say as honestly as I can.

‘’ maybe we didn’t start off that well. Allow me to introduce myself, Allister Thornhill. And you are ?’’ he asks.

‘’ Scott McCall’’ I say the first name that comes to mind.

‘’ how would you like a promotion, Scott ?’’ he smirks whispering.

‘’ depends on what I have to do to get it…’’

‘’ finish the race in the first three? ‘’ he whispers and I nod, extending my hand for him to sake it.

‘’ you don’t have to play nice.’’ He yells as I walk away.

‘’ I never do Mr. Thornhill’’ I chuckle.

I run away from the audience, and back, avoiding the security. Behind the stadium there is a huge door, guarded, that leads to the horses and their riders.  I breathe in once and look at the huge guys in front of the door.

‘’ You had to lie about being a rider.’’ I hear Y/N’s voice through the earpiece. Then I also hear some water.

‘’ what are you doing ?’’ I ask knowing she is back at our apartment.

‘’ showering why ?’’ she asks completely oblivious to how much that information frustrates me.

‘’I need you to check the horses rates. ‘’ I say as I approach the guards.

‘’what now ?’’ she asks.

‘’ yes now.’’

‘’ Sorry kid, entrance is restricted. You can’t be here.’’ One of the guards say.

‘’ Oh I apologize, my mistake. ‘’ I say walking closer.

‘’ turn around mate. ‘’ he orders motioning for me to leave.

‘’ of course.’’ I say walking closer. Now they both become alarmed , holding out their guns.

‘’wo wow o okay okay, relax’’ I say raising my hands.

‘’ I’m leaving’’ I mumble and as I turn around I throw a gus bomb at their direction.

‘’ GET DOWN’’ one of the yells. I pull on my mask, and run to them, punching the first one, the other one even though chocking manages to grab my neck and lift me up, I kick with my legs his stomach and as soon as I land  I kick him again and he falls onto the other guy. The smoke fades away and now both of them are on the ground.

‘’ did you get it ?’’ I aks Y/N  as I enter the doors.

‘’ yes. Number 11 has won 23 races, with number 7 following. 36 is the third best. You’re going to have to run better than 11 and 7.’’

‘’ or…they can run worse than me’’ I say as I spot the stable with the number 36 on it.

‘’just make sure you’re in the first three.’’ Y/N says and I hear the water re-opening, shaking my head hoping to shake some thoughts off.

‘’ who are you ?’’ the man in the uniform with the number 36 says

‘’ I am so so sorry man I was asked to come here and tell you, your grandma is dead. You should go, your mom needs you.’’ I blur out and the guy widens his eyes, rushing away. He suddenly stops and turns around.

‘’ wait a minute. My grandma died seven years ago..’’ he mumbles.

‘’ about that…’’ I say but finish that sentence with my fist on his face. He drops to the floor unconscious.

‘’ OUCH !’’ I let out, massaging my knuckles. I strip him off of his uniform.

The third ring is heard, as I get on the horse, Then the doors open.

I lean closer to the horse as it starts running. Number 36 is indeed very fast, and I realize so as I wave by the other riders.

‘’ you can do this buddy.’’ I whisper to the horse as it moves faster. I can see number 11 ahead of me and ever so slightly take something out of the uniforms pocket. It is one of the devices that my company uses. Too small to be detected.

We used this in bank robberies. They basically paralyze the legs. It proved useful If you wanted to avoid taking any hostages.

I toss the device and it lands on number 11. He soon becomes aware of the impact. The horse realizes his riders is frustrated and changes pace. The man falls off the horse, which disqualifies him. I keep riding number 36.

Soon we can see number 7.

‘’ you don’t have to come in first. It’ll raise suspicions.’’ I hear Y/N’s voice shaking some logic in me.

The sounds the crowd make are audible even outside the stadium as the race finishes.


—————–24 HOURS LATER——————–

‘’ if that dog keeps staring at us with that smirk as we die, I swear to god!’’’ I whine.

‘’ If I could just reach my leg…’’ Stiles mumbles.

‘’ SCOTT , CAN YOU REACH STILES’ LEG ?’’ I ask and Scott attempts to but the ropes prevent him from doing so.


———————–20 HOURS BEFORE——————-

‘’That was an excellent race indeed…’’ Allister shakes his glass with mine and a few other men. More drinks being served to us. One of the big men is holding a huge dog.

‘’ isn’t MRs. Thornhill going to celebrate your victory ?’’ I ask and his expression changes.

‘’ I am afraid she has an event to host.’’


‘’ I hate this.’’ I mumble to the earpiece as yet another waitor offers me food.

‘’ Y/N, show some respect it is charity after all.’’ Stiles mumbles.

‘’ How is it going with Allister ?’’

‘’ he changes topic whenever I mention his wife or the company. Also half the people that are with us, look like Mafia.’’

‘’ have fun. Make some friends’’ I say sarcastically but stop talking as I stop the wife.


‘’Mrs. Thornhill. What a lovely event’’ I smile and she nods.

‘’and you are?’’ she asks.

‘’ Alaska Young. Pleased to meet you. ‘’

‘’ You too Alaska. ‘’ she says and furrows her brows. This whole act bores me. I can’t do what Stiles does. Take on a part and work my way through. I am more of straight to the main course type.

‘’ may I ask why your husband wants you dead ?’’ I ask and hear Stiles chocking on his drink through the earpiece.

‘’ perhaps we should talk somewhere more isolated…’’ she says.




‘’ It was a lovely evening Mr. Thornhill.’’ I shake his hand and turn to leave as he walks towards the elevator. But then I notice that three of the guys that were with us, take the elevator as well. Including the one with the dog. I run and just before the doors shut, I enter.

‘’ almost missed it..’’ I say looking to the front.




‘’ Who are you ?’’ Mrs. Thornhill asks.

‘’ someone who might be interested in saving your life. ‘’ I smile.

‘’shame’’ she comments and pulls out of her handbag a tiny gun.

‘’ Oh no,not you..’; I whine.




I notice the elevator as we move down towards the parking lot, floor by floor.

A gun shot is heard through my ear piece which makes me worry about Y/N. Without realizing I should be worrying about myself, because due to the complete silence in the elevator, the gunshot was audible to Mr. Thornhill and the others as well , and it takes them less than a second to process that I am wearing an ear piece.

‘’ want to talk about it ?’’ I smile turning to face them with a worried expression.

One of them hit a button the causes the elevator to stop while another pulls out a gun.

‘’ okay no talking’’ I say using the third guy as a shield to avoid the first shot.



‘’ That was Scott’s ‘’ I say referring to the handback Mrs Thornhill just shot as I managed to avoid the bullet.

I kick her hand causing her to drop the weapon. She grabs the end of my dress and pulls me back but I manage to knee her mouth, blood coming out her nose.

‘’ they told us you little bastards would get on our way.’’ She says as she punches me. I grab her face and headbump her.

‘’ get in your way to what ?’’ I ask out of breath. She grabs my hair and I whine in pain, I notice the pair of scissors she had used to cut the ribbon  of the main entrance and grab it, shoving it in her shoulder. She lets go off me and pulls it out as I regain my breath.

‘’ killing my husband.’’ She says.



I throw one of the now dead men onto another and Grab Allister by the neck, placing the paralyzing device near his neck. The other men stop firing.

‘’ this is a shocking device. 5000 volts. ‘ I lie and they toss their guns on the elevator’s floor.

‘’ you don’t understand’’ Allister whines as I hold him. The dog starts barking.

‘’ what ?’’ I ask.

‘’ if I don’t kill her, she’ll kill me.’’ Allister says.

‘’ who ?’’ I ask.

‘’ ,my wife.’’ He says and I place the device on his neck causing his legs to paralyze and I grab the guns from the floor.




‘’ who told you we were coming ?’’ I ask aiming at her with her own gun.

and then before she can answer, Scott hits her with his car, breaking the glass doors of the building.

‘’get in ! get in !’’


I am waiting for the elevator, that appears to be out of order. I sigh and decide to leave when I notice the numbers are moving again and the elevator is approaching. The doors finally arrive and as they open making a beeping sound, my jaw drops to the ground.

Inside the elevator I see three men lying on the floor, bullet holes everywhere and out of it , steps a yound man holding a dog.



‘’ Thanks !’’ I say to Scott as I take off the dress in the back seat, putting on my black leggings and t-shirt.

‘’ Y/N, we have an issue.’’ I hear Stiles saying through the earpiece.

‘’  she wants him dead’’

‘’ he wants her dead’’

We both say at the same time, and Scott who hears it mouth an oops.

‘’ they also want us dead. ‘’ Stiles says and I chuckle.

‘’ yes, cause we’re here to stop them…’’ I mumble.

‘’ not exactly.’’ He says.

‘’ elaborate’’ I say finally dress as Scott drives to where he can Locate Stiles’ earpiece.

‘’ it took me a while but I figured it out.’’ He says. Scott stops the car, and a wounded , messy Stiles enters.

‘’ check their logo.’’ He orders and hands me his wallet with the fake logo he used to approach Allister.,


I see the symbol of a dollar $ only with two lines crossing it.

‘’ It’s I.S.I.’’ he mumbles and I squeeze the wallet in my hand.

“Love Is A Gamble”

I’ve now been fed this line by multiple men on various online dating sites after telling them I’m not interested, and I find it such an interesting line. Particularly because I always politely provide a reason I’m not interested. They include:

  • I am not looking for anything long-distance right now.
  • You’re a bit older/younger than the range I’m comfortable with
  • I’ve looked through your profile, and we disagree on some major issues

And then I wish them luck. And most of the time, they’ll wish me luck as well and we’ll both move on with our lives. But then there are the ones who come out with some variation on this line. Whether it’s because they don’t think they’re too young or old for me, they think I should overlook the fact that I live in San Francisco and they live in Kyrgyzstan, or whatever.

“Love is a gamble,” they say.

The thing that they don’t know is that they’re saying that to someone who’s been educated in what it means to gamble.

My father sat me down with The Daily Racing Form when I was nine years old and showed me how to read a horse’s past performances. How to judge the length of the race, the state of the track, and the quality of the competition to make an educated guess about how a horse might do in today’s race. He taught me how to bet. How to figure out where my $2 might not go to waste. And when I was older he explained to me about house odds at casinos. Where not to throw my money away, and where the house had the least advantage.

All those things you say (or don’t say) in your profile and question responses, that’s my racing form now.

And sure, some days you just can’t resist the lure of a horse who looks good or whose name is just too clever. Sometimes you’re willing to believe that the next deal is gonna give you the hot hand. But a good gambler knows how to judge the odds and when not to take a bad bet.

So men, when you’re years outside my age range, 5,000 miles away, or of the firm opinion that my friends shouldn’t be allowed to get married or adopt children (or ya know, that no means something other than no), don’t come at me with “love is a gamble” like it’s some kind of dare. Because I know a shill when I see one, and I’m no sucker.

Lmayo, you can tell when I’m in to a series cuz my art style isn’t so consistent.
THIS MONTH: It’s all about Fire Emblem Awakening.

On a bit more serious note: I want you all to sincerely have this gift.

DATE: 09/11/2016

Not many will read what I have to say, and maybe hate will come???
but either way…

If you took the time to read all of it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I will try to keep making them comics in hopes that’ll brighten up your night or day. I’ll try to avoid sad posts on my happy… happy… blog????

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It’s funny how poetry is a madman’s game-
and a woman’s bet on his odds.
A horse race where the jockeys are our bare hearts-
Where a trip and a fall would spell out death and disaster. 
And in the end of each verse and stanza-
there’s a trap he sets hoping to catch someone.
And not just someone - But the One.
This is not a game that muscle will win-
but a chess-like precision where words fall into line like battle formations.
Words that spell out check.
And mate.
—  •••IconBrown - The Love Olympics

aspiring-procrastinator said: *JOINS YOU IN SCREAMING INTO THE VOID*



W E ALL F ucking scream into the perpetual void over what could have been and what was indeed not the final result of A Tale of Two Stans. This day will forever live on in epiphany as the two parter that could have been but never was. When will our in-depth explanations and extra bits of information return from the war. Stanley was meant to have glasses all along. He was suppose to have braces and ruffly fluffy hair instead of slicked back hair and bright straight pearly whites. Stanford was going to actually react to what Fiddleford was telling him about the portal. Stanford was going to say something else entirely when Fiddleford came out and in turn so was Fiddleford. Stanley tried betting at a horse race on a horse named Paycheck and lost. Stanley said he was going to call his Dad about how things were going but we all know how the fuck things were going because their Dad kicked him out of the house and didn’t give two shits about hearing back from his son. He was going to sell 3 designer Sham Totals in three different colors like Royal Purple and Rick Red or something. Stanley worked with Bobby Renzobbie all along. We would have gotten to see younger Manly Dan up close. All around me are familiar faces worn out places worn ou

demangelon567  asked:

hey romancedy i'm sure you already know that golden pen and doctor winged cross are dating so i'm curious did you you by chance make any sort of bets on them getting together and if so how much have you won? and how many suckers were dumb enough to bet against the great matchmaker herself?

Romancedy: Shipping bets are after all a great way to make money~ But oh how wonderful it is that the ship has sailed ~