one in the basement and the other upstairs

“It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. We were make-out buddies. Sometimes he’d talk to me during the day. Other times he wouldn’t. We were in his basement late one night, getting drunk, and he kept asking me if I wanted to do it. My heart was racing and I was terrified. I kept saying: ‘maybe,’ ‘maybe,’ ‘maybe.’ Then he said: ‘No more maybes. Let’s flip a coin.’ My stomach sank. After we finished, he said: ‘I think I heard my dad upstairs. You need to leave.’ I went home and filled up a whole page in my journal. I wrote in purple sharpie, over and over: ‘It didn’t happen.’ For the longest time I felt like it was my fault for feeling hurt. Like I was being overly sensitive. It took five years for me to realize that consent is not a coin flip.”

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(5) Jailbreak | Gangster Jooheon drabbles

The skirt is supposed to be this short” and “you just wanted them because they light up” anndd “you’re competitive and so am i, and it’s going to lead to a fight”

“Y/n,” you hear Jooheon breathe behind you, and you already know what he will say.

You’ve just resurfaced from the basement, excited finally to go upstairs into the real world after weeks of hiding. The police have been unable to find any leads on both your prison escapes, and the case has gone cold, leaving you with a slightly lower risk of getting caught if you blend into the public.

However, when Jooheon asked if you’d come along with them for a ‘mission’ to pose as an innocent girl, one that can lure a thug who owed them money into a trap, you didn’t realize he’d get jealous. Your entire purpose is to look enticing as possible to other men, thinking he’d accept it as a given, but you figure even a gang leader has his limitations.

“Yes?” You hum as you trail behind Minhyuk and Changkyun along the sidewalk, walking to wherever your destination is supposed to be. You feel his hand brush across the frills of the skirt framing your hips.

“When I told you to dress up. I didn’t mean… like this,” he grumbles, falling into step beside you, but eyes unmoving from your legs. “All the boys were staring at you when you walked out, i had half a mind to just cancel this mission. Why is this skirt so damn short?”

He seems to glare holes into the fabric, and you try to hide your smile.

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

His lips take the shape in between a frown and a pout, encouraging giggles to fall from your mouth. “If you don’t approve of what I’m wearing, then I can do the same. Look at your shoes!”

“What?” He prods, eyes flitting to his shoes.

“They’re glow in the dark sneakers, Jooheon. You’re a criminal.”

“So? I’m a criminal with style, alright?”

You laugh. “You just wanted them because they light up. And besides, I have more style than you.”

He watches you with quiet amusement. “You know, you’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Good,” you say, new found confidence strangely surging within you under his calculating gaze. “I hope you don’t hold back, then.”

His eyes flash at your words, the exact reaction you’ve wanted, getting on his darker side that has heat completely washing over your frame. His arm grips your waist, a move that can be seen as affectionate to the two boys discussing quietly ahead of you, but the words he is whispering are anything but.

“When we get back after this is done, I’ll show you how much I don’t hold back.“

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Dadswap AU! Gimme Bular and Jim shenanigans. Tell me EVERYONE ships stricklake (to Jim's unending mortification) and, last but not least, tell me Barbara rules with a Trollish Maternal Fist that impresses the hell outta Bular and Rot when she gets to Troll Market! Pretty pls?

ok lemme tackle these in order:

Jim starts being more and more casual the longer Bular lives in his basement, and even starts cracking jokes and giving him sarcasm like he does with his other friends. Bular never laughs much at his jokes, since he doesn’t quite understand them, but there’s at least an amused smirk on his face. 

The one time Jim gets Bular to actually laugh, it’s when he doesn’t quite get the lid on the blender on all the way, and thus gets himself and most of the kitchen covered in multicolored food goo. When Bular comes upstairs to see what’s wrong, Jim opens his mouth to speak only for a glob to fall off the ceiling and directly on his face. There’s a long awkward silence before Bular can’t help but laugh.

Jim regrets not recording it since he knows he’ll never get Bular to laugh like that again.

not everyone ships Stricklake, for example toby cause it’s a bit weird to ship your teacher/trainer and your best friend’s mom, but when Angor Rot catches on ohohohohohoho he never lets Strickler hear the end of it ever again. ever. 

it takes a real long time for Jim to get the courage to tell his mom about his secret life and what’s been going on, and it’s a bit hard for her to understand at first, but in the end it kind of becomes a scenario similar to Jack’s mom from TFP. Never really understanding everything going on, but doing her best to try. 

Also you can bet she visit’s Nomura’s pottery shop often, once she knows that’s where Jim got her that beautiful vase, if only to talk with the changeling and admire her skill while she works. Once or twice Nomura helps her make her own, though she usually leaves it to Nomura.

Rock-A-Bye-Ed Analysis Challenge

The episode begins with Ed being Ed and playing with a paddleball.

“Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.”

Sarah is trying to watch TV, but is bothered by the pestering noise.

Something immediately feels off. When is Ed ever upstairs in his house? It’s edident that he has been banished to the basement. One of Ed’s desires is to be a part of the family.

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Roach Horror Story

Ok, i have to tell someone about this, for my mom’s birthday, I dug a box out of the basement that had a bunch of old yearbooks in it. We had a fun time looking at photos and crap like that. Fast forward to now. I was just about to go to sleep, when I saw, not one roach, but two, two fucking roaches(sorry for cursing). I could not even process what was happening. I was frozen in terror, after what felt like years, I screamed and jumped over my bed and ran outta there so fast…. My mom came to my rescue and killed one but the other got away. She bug sprayed the whole upstairs and now I’m going to sleep on the sofa in the living room, because I refuse to go back upstairs until daylight. My mom says roaches love to eat and nest in, you guessed it, old cardboard boxes. The hero in this story is my super mom who fully understands my irrational fear of bugs. She doesn’t know about this simblr yet, but I think I’ll tell her tommarrow. Thank you mom if you see this you are my hero!

Quick Headcanon

This should come as no surprise but 80% of Ophelia’s time spent at home is spent in her library. She feels as if it’s the safe place in her house. It also serves as a base of operation for the trouble-making adventures that Claudius and she go on. What most don’t know is that there’s not one, not two, but three secret passageways that lead to other parts of the house, including the basement, the kitchen and a stairwell that leads upstairs.

Summary:  A Hook/Emma angel/demon AU. They hide in plain sight, the servants of heaven and hell. The angels and the demons, who can save your soul or damn it. They stand on opposite sides, they are the bringers of light and the agents of darkness, they are enemies in an eternal war, but what happens when an angel and a demon are inexplicably drawn to each other?

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                                             Part Sixteen

He sat perfectly still and silent in the metal folding chair, one leg crossed casually over the opposite knee as he regarded the sight in front of him with a placid expression.

The contractor who had built the “special” room in the Jolly Roger’s basement had not asked any questions, not after a large cash bonus had been handed to him along with a free night in one of the VIP room upstairs. Money and sex, it almost always worked with men, and the contractor had been no exception. He drew up the blueprints to Killian’s specifications and worked sixteen hour days without complaint until it was finished. The cell was made of steel bars, three inches thick and welded tight into place. It was sparer than a monk’s, lacking any comforts whatsoever and stood in stark contrast to the luxurious rooms directly above where every pleasure imaginable was on offer. Clients who broke the rules were brought down and reminded that he was the one in charge of everything that went on in the Jolly Roger, and that their money and power couldn’t save them in this place. It was always satisfying to watch the blood drain from their faces when they realized he was serious, the nervous twitch as they looked at him, really looked at him under the harsh light of the naked bulb dangling from the ceiling and saw something they couldn’t explain, something they didn’t understand….something that spoke of the world hidden below. Did his eyes really just turn red, or was it simply a trick of the light? Why was his shadow moving against the wall when he wasn’t, and why was it shaped like that?

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