the hangover three

Que paso ayer? III 




Tras el trauma de la muerte de su padre, Alan es llevado por sus amigos a un centro especializado, pero en el camino se topan con más de una sorpresa. Esta vez no hay boda. No hay fiesta de graduación. ¿Qué puede ir mal? Pues que cuando estos chicos salen a la carretera, la suerte está echada… Tercera entrega de la franquicia iniciada en 2009 con ‘Resacón en Las Vegas’. 

v8vendetta  asked:

So some drunk asshole tried being the Hulk and tried to tearing the urinal out from the wall, and in the process fucking broke a pipe inside the wall and flooded the entire bar. We had to shut off the water and close down immediately. At 12:30 AM on a Saturday night.

I am a bit alarmed that someone who was drunk and a mere human had the strength to do that. I’m also a bit leery on saying impressed since it’s obvious they were a massive shit pile for doing it, though. Either way I hope it’s cleaned up soon and that the other drunks weren’t too unruly about it. Also hope you’re not the one to clean it up and he gets a three day hangover and/or pulled muscle from the needless effort. -Abby

A Japanese perspective on imagery in Mothra vs Godzilla

Hiya both,

Great job on the podcast, guys, I just recently started listening as I am midway through my own non-chronological run through the bulk of Godzilla films. I was glad to see you both enjoyed Mothra vs Godzilla as much as I did. It is one of the very best in my opinion also. I just wanted to add a little wrinkle from my Japanese cultural background that might not be obvious but might make MvG that much more poignant to the non-Japanese observer.

Two points to make, really…

One: The scene when the kindergarten/primary school teacher is fleeing Godzilla with the pupils to the other side of the island.

This scene, needless to say, is incredibly affecting just on the surface of it. The scene sells the high stakes - losing innocent children to the monster (rather than just greedy/stupid fishermen and their homes) and the manic desperation of the headmaster ashore on the mainland. However, in addition to that, some cultural background makes this scene even more chilling. By way of explanation, first, indulge me a short paragraph of history.

During WWII, Japan’s battlefront with the US was mainly aerial bombing of strategic targets, and the main ground warfare avenues were in Japan’s imperial conquests, the Pacific islands, famously Guadalcanal in the Solomons. The only time US-Japanese forces clashed on either country’s home turf was in the closing stages of the war when American forces reached Okinawa. For the first time civilians were forced to reckon with a physical enemy presence in their towns and homes, and the self-sacrificing, brainwashed nature of contemporary Japanese society would manifest in unimaginably awful incidents.

You can Google “Okinawa children mass suicides” for details (Reuters, The Guardian, NY Times have covered it), but in a nutshell, the military would hand out two grenades to classroom teachers to use when cornered - one to throw at the enemy, and the other to commit suicide instead of being taken alive. On small islands like in the Okinawa archipelago, there’s only so far you can run before the enemy catches you.

Of course, the Godzilla movies are no stranger to stoic death (the family in the 1954 original accepting their fate at the mercy of Godzilla so that they could meet their deceased father comes to mind) but the mechanics of this scene really stand out to me as the product of deliberate, conscious choices:
• The fact that the scene plays out on an island, with the mainlanders unable to offer support to the women and children - an obvious reference to Okinawa’s physical separation from mainland Japan
• The children, crying as their female teachers console them, are forced to grow up before their time, being made to “march” over a steep hill to get to the far side of the island
• Godzilla, the embodiment of atomic might (wielded by the United States over Hiroshima & Nagasaki in the context of WWII) is the force of doom
• The children and teachers hide in a cave on a sandy beach - in popular culture, the child and infant suicides from WWII are often depicted taking place in hiding spots at the edges of islands - usually stone cliffs and coastal caves

Even without straying from the text of the film, the scene is an emotionally wrenching one, but with the added historical and cultural background (women and children in peril at a coastal cave), the effect is a bone-chilling pathos and dread.

(sorry if that got a bit heavy!) Now for the second point, which I swear will be shorter…

Two: the Japan-specificity of the criticism of (a) theme park construction and (b) over-development of coastlines.

As you’re doubtless aware, in the immediate post-war period following the rewriting of the new demilitarised constitution in 1947, Japan experienced high economic growth, basically from the 1950s through the 1980s. This included wholesale embrace of American pop cultural entertainment-business products such as the movie studio system, Disney and Warner mascot characters, and theme parks.

Even today, Japanese theme parks and extreme rides rank highly in international lists of extreme rides, and Tokyo Disneyland was the first Disneyland in Asia, even before Hong Kong or Singapore, international playgrounds of the Asian affluent. I appreciate you touched on the criticism of capitalism, but I might just add that theme parks are particularly central to Japanese society as an affordable entertainment venue.

Lastly, I’m not sure if you’ve been to Japan, but many coastlines are covered in concrete “tetrapods” as a measure against coastal erosion and tsunamis. These sorts of large-scale, concrete-heavy (in many cases) white elephant projects in rural areas came under intense criticism, especially in the 1990s, as it was revealed that many projects had been fronts for yakuza-related local government corruption. It was also in the 1990s that many opulent theme parks that had sprung up in economically unviable situations in the 1960s through the 1980s went out of business and decayed (the inevitable hangover from three decades of heady development).

The principled messaging of Mothra vs Godzilla, and its optimistic depiction of the idea that the press could influence the people for good, should be commended, especially with a view to how specifically Japanese the major social-economic problems raised in the film are.

Anyway, sorry about the long message. Keep up the good work! Loving the podcast.


Thank you so much for this! 

Travelin’ Soldier Part 3

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd and Thomas.

Words: 2927

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs in this either.

Warnings: possible swearing, war and A LOT of angst. Death.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging a few at the end. Send an ask to be tagged, or request something.

A/N:  I want to thank you so much for the support you have sent to Ash and I! I apologize in advance at what is in this.

Part One Part Two


Originally posted by lukasswaldenbeck

The day had come to the sheer agony of Jensen. It was the day that the door would be barricaded both the front door and hi-their bedroom door. Thankfully with a little help from prescribed sleeping medicine, courtesy of a doctor his parents dragged him to, he had slept most of the day away. His eyes fluttered instinctively looking to the other side of the bed, her side. Knowing she wouldn’t be there he still felt a sharp pain of disappointment and depression.

The last anniversary Y/N and him shared it had been a rather off day outside. The weather changed more than a few times until they were forced to take shelter under a gazebo in a park. They had laughed watching children running towards their parents into a mass of vehicles. It was the first time they brought up children.

Jensen had known the minute he met her that he would marry that girl and have a family. It was amusing how they had met, it was just after he auditioned for Supernatural that he bumped into her in a coffee shop. It was like they were destined to meet and fall in love. He hated to think about it but they maybe they were destined to lose each other also.

Nervous energy had sent Jensen to the cafe. He was agitated waiting if he had gotten the role in this crazy, intriguing television show. The concept had enthralled him and he knew he had to try out for the part of Sam Winchester. He remembered seeing a pretty tall guy in the building when he had finished his audition, he felt like he had seen the guy before.

Sitting at a table in the very back a female hummed reading a book. She would admit the civilian clothing she was she saw made her a tad bit uncomfortable. She was killing time waiting for her plane back to her hometown, there had been a malfunction causing an emergency landing. That was last night.

She shifted uncomfortable at how loud the room was. She wasn’t used to such loud chatter, in fact when a cup shattered she flinched scanning the area looking for enemies. Y/N was having a very hard time switching from combat to civilian. She quickly noticed a male looking around the shop. There was no open seats but the one in front of her.

Next thing she knew the man in awkwardly standing in front of her holding a bagel and coffee. Jensen wasn’t sure if it was entirely because she sat at the only table with an open chair or that she intrigued him.

“Excuse me, is there anyone sitting there?” The dirty blonde, green eyes man questioned.

“Um. No.” Y/N cleared her through shifting in her army fatigues. She hadn’t had time to change, “You can sit.”

“Are you a…” Jensen trailed off noticing her military uniform.

“Private Y/N Padalecki of the United States.” Y/N smiled as the man sat down, “What’s your name?”

“Jensen Ackles.” Jensen grinned sitting down, “Did you just get back?”

“I did. I’m waiting for a plane to go home. I’m returning from a deployment.”

“How long were you gone?” Jensen asked leaning towards her.

“I was gone for nine months.” Y/N smiled.

They talked a lot, having a break when Jensen got the role of Dean in the the show, before continuing on with their conversation. It was the first time in a very long time that Y/N relaxed and Jensen forgot he about the role. All that mattered was her.

The bagel and coffee were forgotten in the time they talked.


Y/N’s Sergeant Elias Michaels had made it his personal mission to turn over every rock and leaf to find one of his best soldiers. In the last six months his unit had been assignment to find her; evidence leading to this was from Sgt. Michaels personal time. The evidence showed that Y/N Ackles was still alive and the unit was under strict orders they were to keep it under wraps. They were closing in on the supposed location of the soldier.

“Sir! We have eyes on the location!” Private Johnson called out.

“Get ears. I want ears on the location!” Sgt. Michaels ordered before moving towards his office to call his superior.

“Sgt. Michaels I would like some good news.” The female said picking the phone up, “I’m getting annoyed at the lack of news coming from you.”

“Ma’am we have eyes on the location.”

“Well it’s about time.”


Dear Y/N,

Time flies when you have three kids! I still can’t believe it in a way, it feels like just yesterday we were sneaking out of the house. You remember how wasted we got that night? I think I had a hangover for three days. I went to your place a couple days ago to clean it. Jensen doesn’t care anymore. He’s having a hard time coping, he won’t write letter like I suggested and he won’t see a therapist either. I think if he does the situation will be come entirely real.

His parents managed to drag him to a doctor to get sleeping pills. Got I miss you so much. This is going to hurt you as much as me. The boys don’t bring you up anymore. I found our matching shirts from freshman year for halloween. The amount of laughs we got was something special. I remember protecting you and you protecting me. Sometimes I swear we were more than twins. We were best friends and we will always be twins and best friends.

Oh I watched Gen show my little angel a picture of you. It brought tears to my face when she grinned at the picture and babbled away. I know it sounds stupid but I feel like you’re there. We’re making sure you talk about you a lot more. Gen and I had a fight out that.

It was loud and horrible but when she said, ‘just because she’s gone doesn’t mean her memory has to die too!’. It was the first night in a VERY long time I spent the night on the couch. It cleared my mind though. I’m introducing my little girl to you, just not the way I want to.

Tom and Shep want to go to the park. I better get ready. I’ll write you soon.

With Eternal Love,

Your twin, best friend and protector.

Jared placed the pen down before putting a small picture of his little darling into the envelope along with the envelope before he began to leave for his parents.


They hadn’t had any news on a funeral. The parents of Y/N were stonewalled when they asked why their child wasn’t given a funeral yet. Months had passed since her death announcement and there was no funeral. It gave Sharon and Gerald false hope that their daughter was coming home. In fact Sharon stood in Y/N childhood room holding a sweater up to her face. No longer did it smell like her but it was the sweater she wore the Christmas before Jensen and her engagement.

“Honey.” Sharon’s husband softly said from the door way, “The therapist said we should pack this stuff-“

“NO!” Sharon yelled turning to see him in a suit.

Gerald’s heart broke more at the agony his wife was in. She was still gorgeous in the dark dress that was both modest and perfect on her. She was barefoot with her heels carelessly on the ground. Slowly he pulled her into his arms as the tears fell from her makeup free face.

“Sh.” Gerald whispered.

“I to-told her not to-“ Sharon’s voice broke, “I begged her to come back and stay. I didn’t want to go in the first place!”

“I know.”

“Mom?” Jared’s concerned voice asked. The image entirely shattered his heart as he pulled his parents close. His parents looked much older than they were given the circumstances causing the emotional suffering.

Drawing in a deep breath Jared pulled back viewing his mom with the tears stained on her cheeks. In that moment he found strength inside of him to go through the day. They were waiting for Jensen to arrive before they set off. Jared didn’t trust Jensen to drive himself all the way.

“Hello?” Jensen called from downstairs confused as to why it was empty.

“We’re up here J!” Jared called already hearing the stairs creak as his best friend made his way up. Jensen visibly shook before tensing at the open door.

“We should go.” Jensen’s emotionally void voice said turning to head back down the stairs.

Sharing a look with his parents he followed his friend outside the house where he pulled him into a hug. He had never seen Jensen so broken in their friendship. They had lost so much so quick.

The short ride was pregnant with sadness. Jared and Jensen in one car while his parents and Megan were in the other. Jensen’s parents were meeting there with his siblings also. Gen wasn’t able to come because Tom was sick with the flu and Shep was recovering from it.

They walked into a large room where they were stunned to see Sergeant Michaels in front of them. He smiled sadly coming towards them.

“Can we have a word?” He questioned. Getting a small nod from Gerald they wall walked to a room with a long table.

“I’m Sergeant Elias Michaels. I was Y/N’s Sergeant if you weren’t aware with it.” The man stated a taking a seat at the head of the table.

“We know.” Jensen said tiredly, “Can we please get to the funeral.”

“That’s what I want to talk about.” Sgt Michaels sighed folding his hands. The room grew tense from the sheer amount of confusion.

“Excuse me?” Jared questioned confused.

“Roughly seven months ago we received intel that Private Y/N Ackles was still alive. Before you interrupt I would like to explain. It became personal for me to find her, the girl had a spark.”

“W-What?” Sharon said.

Every member of Y/Ns face paled at the news in complete shock and fury. Seven months still believing she was dead and they didn’t know? Jensen’s hands grasped the table with enough force to cause his knuckles to go bone white.

“Last month we found her location. She’s alive but currently at this moment it’s too sensitive to bring her to America.”

“SHE’S ALIVE!?” Jensen roared in complete rage. His breathing deepened to the point that he made his character look like a pussy.

“Sir. Sit down and we can talk about this further.”

“No. You had seven months to tell me. Do you know how much AGONY I’ve been in? I thought my wife was DEAD!” Jensen exclaimed feeling tears well up even more.

The room exploded with Jared dragging a fighting Jensen outside of the building. It didn’t matter how much rage everyone felt but he couldn’t take the chance of Jensen assaulting someone in the military

“Are you insane?!” Jared screamed shoving him in the large grounds.

“Are you not upset that your sister has been alive this entire time?!” Jensen retorted, “I CHEATED on her.”

“It was a date. You didn’t take her to bed and you didn’t kiss her.” Jared screamed back, “You didn’t cheat! We all thought she was dead.”

“BUT SHE WASN’T!” Jensen screamed at the top of his lungs as Jared pulled him into his arms, “How could they not tell us?”

“I don’t know.” Jared sighed.


She gasped opening her eyes from the dream again. She dreamt of the the day she was kidnapped. She had tried to grab a child before the little boy was shot in front of her despite her attempts. The shock had kept her from returning fire. She didn’t know why it affected her so bad but she had thought about how it would be if that child was hers.

She suffered from dreams about the child blaming her and shooting her repeatedly, she had been here months maybe longer. She wasn’t the only one here either, the captors had come into the room holding on of their own. Each of the man dragging another one pleading for his life. He had turned on them and his fate was a new torture method to the American soldier.

She had caused two children to die. The one the day she was taken as a POW and now the blonde little girl in her arms no longer clutching her shirt. She had been been like that since last night definitely. The flashback hit harder than she expected.

“Kill him.” The taller of the captors said in a heavy accented voice.


“Kill him or I kill them.” The man growled pointing the gun towards the corner where a mother and her children sat.


“Mat’!” The young exclaimed. Y/N recognized it as Russian, how had these men gotten their hands on Russians?

“Shut up!” The taller man stalked over and slapped the young man in the face,” Fucking disgrace.”

“Kill him now or I make you kill them.” The tall one roughly said pointing towards the family.

Gulping you felt a small knife placed in your hand. You grasped it thinking you could get out but your attention was brought to see one of the men training their gun on you while the other pointed it at the four year old little girl crying heavily.

She sobbed as she raised the knife above the man and plunged it deep inside his neck hearing the gurgling. Praying the man to have a quick death she severed the jugular feeling the blood both physically and figuratively stain her body.

“Ah yes!” The men grinned before quickly releasing the trigger into the children, the mother rushed to the man but dropped with a scream. Her blank eyes being painted by the bleeding hole in her forehead.

“NO!” Y/N screamed sobbing deeply as she shook crawling to the children.

“Did you really think we’d leave them?” The man spat at her before stabbing a knife deep into her thigh.

A gut wrenching scream was forced from her throat at she felt the lacerations form on her body. The pain so intense she wished for death. She wished to switch places with the poor souls in the room with her.

“Papa! Mat’!” The older boy whispered as he took his last breath. His sister, bleeding from her stomach watched everything around her.

“Sweetie.” Y/N dragged herself across the dirty floor coughing from the recent torture, “Do you know english?”

“Mama’s teaching me.” The innocent girl said.

“Whats you’re name?” Y/N asked bringing the girl into her lap, “My name is Y/N. My Dad calls me dragonfly.”

“Nina.” The girl coughed leaving blood on her lips as the red spread on her already dirty dress, “Papa calls me Angel. He’s talks like you.”

“Can I call you Angel?” Y/N said brushing the blonde hair from the little girls head.

“Uh huh.” Nina replied shakily putting her hand against Y/N cheek, “You’re pretty.”

“Oh? Well you’re beyond beautiful.” Y/N sniffled watching as the girl lost more blood.

“Am I d-dying?”

“No. No. You’ll be fine! You’ll see your Papa and I’ll see my family.”


“I promise.” Y/N sobbed holding the girl tighter.

“Can you sing me a song?” Nina choked crying on the blood in her mouth, “I like the one about the little light. Papa sings it to me every night.”

“Of course.”

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.

Y/N stopped breathing heavily before continuing.

Gonna let my little light shine.
Light that shines is the light of love,
Hides the darkness from above,
Shines on me and it shines on you,

Eyes tightly shut her lips quivered as she listened to Nina’s breaking and weak voice join her.

Shows you what the power of love can do.
Shine my light both bright and clear,
Shine my light both far and near,
In every dark corner that I find,
Let my little light shine.

Little Nina took her last breath in Y/N arms. In that cold, musty and dirty room Y/N rocked the blood soaked little girl as she finished the song with great heartache. She didn’t care about herself, all she cared was the little girl that took her last breath in her arms who wasn’t even her daughter.

Part Four

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One of the reasons I really hate my job is that I’m so drained, so tired, so busy, that I don’t have time to see my friends. I keep a close relationship with two of my childhood friends. Everyone else has been on the back burner for so long that most of them are furious with me for disappearing.

None of them realize how much time I really spend at work. Whether it’s on the truck, in the office, continuing education, or random odd jobs around the station, I barely have enough time to sleep, much less hang out.

It sucks. I’ve been so burnt lately that some days, I don’t even want to be a paramedic anymore. It’s taken too much from me. I get no return. No happy ending, no good stories. Just an achey back, ruined friendships, emotional exhaustion, an empty bank account, and a hangover three to four times a week.

anonymous asked:

Can have some headcannons of drunk Hanzo, McCree and Zarya how their s/o deals with them???

I almost feel sorry for the hangovers these three have, but they asked for them


- Congratulations on getting him to drink in public 

- Will be really calm at first, making you think he’s one of those quiet drunks

- But you’re wrong

- Once he hits a certain point he gets loses his reserve

- Like, completely loses the filter on his mouth and actions

- Does he think you’re pretty? He will you so. Does this guy deserve to be punched in the face? He will punch him

- Thankfully, he’s really responsive to you asking him to leave with you

- Will go home with you and can even walk pretty well on his own

- He compliments you every step of the way

- Will go to bed easily once you tell him too

- Regrets everything when he wakes up hungover


- Ok, so he constantly with you

- And will 100% sing karaoke and dedicate the song to you

- It will probably be a cheesy country love song

- When you try and get him leave he’s going to be resistant, saying that the fun is just getting started

- Honestly, it’s almost impossible to get him to leave

- But there is a really way, once you figure it out

- Whisper something flirty in his ear, wink, and walk out the door

- He will follow like a lost puppy

- He also won’t be able to keep his hands off you

- Honestly, there’s not much you can do, he’s very stubborn when drunk

- Will probably fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you so you can’t go anywhere

- I don’t envy the headache he’ll have in the morning


- Doesn’t get drunk very often, but when she does…

- She’s a very happy, very loud drunk

- Wants to show off how talented and good looking you are

- Will also probably try to arm wrestle half the people in the bar

- She will win every time

- It’s going to take a lot of coaxing to get her to leave

- The easiest thing would be to wait until she’s too drunk to argue with you when you suggest going home

- But this could take until 4 in the morning

- Your best chance would be to bribe her with her favorite food

- Once you two are home, she’ll try and dance with you

- You can use this to lead her to the bedroom, where you can try to get her on the bed (I suggest tackling her)

- Once you get her in bed you just have to cuddle with her and she’ll fall asleep quickly

- She’ll talk much more in her sleep when she’s drunk, mostly about you (and food)

Just A Decoration

Summary: You and Michael have your first huge fight and the person you thought would be the solution turns out to make the problem even worse. But what’s a girl to do when her knight in shining armor never comes?

A/N:  Approx. 2.4k words. This imagine has a little bit of violence in it and slight vulgarity. Thanks for reading, thanks to the anon who requested it awhile back, and I hope you enjoy! But I’m warning you there’s lots of angst ahead. (also can i get a what what for this pic? like damn son)


The house was quiet tonight without him here. In the recent weeks this is how it always was whenever he was gone. You should be used to it by now, given how often he had to be away from you while he worked, but while he was home–and supposed to be here with you– it made your shared home feel much more empty than usual. He had left around six in the evening, leaving with a quick kiss goodbye and a promise that he would be home by eight to help you with the Christmas decorations.

But now it was almost midnight and the Christmas lights you had hung by yourself looked even dimmer than they did two hours ago. You knew he liked to hang out with his friends sometimes but you just wished that maybe for once he would want to be with you as much as he always wanted to be with them. You missed back when it was simpler and the band hadn’t really gotten big and he didn’t have as many people vying for his attention who always took precedence over you. Back when you and he could marathon a whole season of your favorite shows in one sitting and play videogames until the sun came back up. You hated being in this house without him and you just wished he could see that.

The sound of a key turning in your lock jolted you from your dazed thoughts. Michael came sprawling into the room, his eyes glassy and a lazy smile on his face.

“Hey baby.” His voice was raspy and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his obviously drug induced state.  

“Do you know what time it is Michael?” You spoke flatly, standing up off the couch and crossing your arms.

“Time for you to get a watch babe.” Michael giggled, stumbling through the foyer and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, rummaging through the shelves until he pulled out a bottle of bud light.  

“Oh no I don’t think so. You’ve had enough tonight Michael.” You snatched the bottle from his hand, causing him to raise an annoyed eyebrow. Michael tried to grab it back from you, but in his stupor he was too slow.

“C’mon babe don’t be such a killjoy.”

“Ha, right I’m the killjoy…” You muttered under your breath. “You said you’d be home by eight.” You tried to appear firm, but the truth was you weren’t all that mad. You were just hurt that he hadn’t come home to help you with the one holiday tradition that you loved doing with him more than anything. He knew how important this was to you, but he still chose to blow you off and party instead.

“I just had stuff to do babe, you know how it goes with the guys.” He shrugged, reaching again for his beer only this time you let him take it.

“Michael we were supposed to put the decorations up tonight.” You tried not the let the tears fall, though your voice cracked at the end of your sentence. You felt like a five year old girl that didn’t get what she wanted but you couldn’t help it if you were disappointed. You wanted him there and he had let you down. It was simple as that.

“Well you did a great job babe. You didn’t even need me!’ He laughed, taking a swig from the bottle.

You were quiet for a few minutes as Michael continued raiding the fridge for snacks to cure his obvious munchies, dirtying the kitchen you had already cleaned earlier in the evening while you were waiting for him, hoping that he would keep his promise to you. But he hadn’t.

Slowly you picked up the star that was supposed to go on top of the tree you had picked out, a single tear falling from your eye as you slid it across the counter towards your oblivious boyfriend.

“I couldn’t reach the top of the tree by myself. Maybe you can help me put it up tomorrow.” Your voice sounded broken, but with all the white noise ringing in Michael’s ears from the pounding bass of the club he had just been at, he couldn’t detect a thing.

“Yeah, whatever babe.” He spoke nonchalantly, but it broke your heart all the same.

This wasn’t love anymore. Maybe it used to be, and of course you would hold on to those memories forever, but right now as you stood with your heart in tatters and your cross faded boyfriend sat eating pretzels on the couch you realized that maybe that’s all this relationship was anymore: happy memories that you just couldn’t recreate anymore.

You trudged up the stairs, exhausted from staying up and waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Quietly, you slipped into bed although this time the large bed felt a little smaller, even without him in it.


You woke with Michael’s tattooed arm wrapped firmly around your waist. Supposedly, sometime between the time you cried yourself to sleep and this morning he had crawled into bed with you, but unlike usual you hadn’t even noticed. He was still asleep, soft snores spilling from his mouth which at one time you would’ve found adorable, but right now you were still pissed. Overnight the hurt you had felt had turned into anger and you were ready to unleash it all and just let him have it. You threw his arm off you, which surprisingly didn’t even cause him to stir.

You began throwing some of your things into a suitcase, careful to exclude the things that were obviously Michael’s that you often loved to wear, before hauling it all downstairs. Now you just needed somewhere to go. You pulled out your phone, dialing the number of the boy who had always there for you when Michael wasn’t. It rang three times before the voice of your best friend sounded in a grunt that you assumed meant hello.

“Hey Kev.”

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” He sounded like he had just woken up and he probably had seeing as though it was only eight in the morning.

“I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a few days.”

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise?”

“Yeah you could say that. Can you come pick me up.”

“Sure thing babe, I’m on my way.”

“Thanks Kevin.” You sighed before hanging up. You decided to leave a note for Michael, so that he would know you had deliberately left and maybe he would actually figure out that something was wrong.

I’m going to be staying at a friend’s for awhile. I’m tired of coming in last with you Michael and I’m starting to see that maybe I deserve more than that. Enjoy the Christmas decorations and try not to drink too much.

You signed your name before you rummaged through the kitchen for some aspirin and left it next to the note with a glass of water. You were angry, but you knew he would be needing the pain relievers this morning and he usually relied on you for them whenever he came home after hours. Come to think of it, he relied on you for a lot of things. Maybe it was high time he learned to take care of himself.

Your phone buzzed, signaling that Kevin was here to pick you up. You gathered your things, taking one last look at the beautifully decorated house before stepping out the door and slamming it behind you.


The sound of the door shaking in its frame jerked Michael out of his sleep. His head was killing him and his body ached but it didn’t take him long to realize you weren’t in bed snuggled up next to him. He got out of bed, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and trudged downstairs. The first thing he saw was the glass of water. Of course, you were always taking care of him. He loved you so much and when you did little things like this it only made him love you more. He took the aspirin that you had also kindly left out for him, taking it with the water in a single swig. As he placed the glass back down on the counter, a piece of paper sitting just near caught his eye.

He read it over once, barely able to comprehend it with his blurry hangover vision. But the three words that made his breath hitch in his throat and his legs turn to jelly were three words he never, ever wanted to ever cross your mind.

I deserve more.

It was his biggest fear come to life. He knew that you were way out of his league and that you deserved a million times better than him, but he didn’t ever want you to actually realize that. If you ever left him he didn’t know how he would ever be okay. You were his world and without you he would be an empty shell of a man.

He read the letter over and over again, hoping that somehow this was a sick joke and you would pop out of the closet and kiss him and tell him that you loved him and would never dream of leaving him. He ran his fingers through his hair, while his other hand held him upright against the counter, not trusting his legs to support him. This couldn’t be happening, you could not be leaving him. Michael thought he was about to pass out before the honk of a horn caught his attention and he moved to the window that overlooked the street. What he saw made him sick. You were standing next to the car, a tall, tanned, blonde haired guy loading your suitcase into his truck before turning and pulling you into his arms for a hug that lasted way too long for Michael’s liking. Grabbing a sweatshirt, Michael ran out of the house in pursuit, ready to throttle the man that dare to hold you like that.

“Y/N!” He yelled, running towards you. The sound of his voice caused you to jump out of Kevin’s arms. “What the hell are you doing?” He demanded, the feeling of despair replaced by angry jealousy at the sight of you in another man’s arms.

Kevin pulled you behind him protectively, stepping up to Michael, ready to defend you if needed. But the sight of him standing over you like that as if you were actually his to protect only fueled Michael’s anger.

“You have two seconds to step the hell away from her mate.” Michael growled, his hands balling into fists.

“Listen man, no hard feelings she just needs to be away from here right now.” Kevin spoke calmly.

“You don’t get to decide what she wants.”

“Actually,” Kevin took the opportunity to slide his hand into yours. “She called me and asked me to pick her up so I think I do…mate.”

At the sight of his hand holding yours, Michael lost it. He threw a punch, hitting Kevin square in the jaw and sending him sprawling to the floor. Because his hand had been holding yours, he brought you tumbling down with him where you landed hard, scraping your arm, the pain shooting up your body. Reaching up to inspect the damage you felt sticky, warm blood running down the side of your arm. Blood had always made you woozy and at the sight of the redness your head began to spin.

“Oh my God, Y/N I’m so sorry.” Michael’s voice sounded above you, laced with hurt. He reached down to try and help you up, but Kevin was faster.

“Hey, back up man. You’ve done enough.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well maybe not for too much longer.” Kevin seethed. He was almost exactly the same height as Michael, but his chest was a little more broad and his arms just a bit bigger. You could practically smell the testosterone as they stared each other down, both trying to be the man they thought you needed right now. But you were still on the floor and practically bleeding out so obviously neither of them were doing a very good job, so you pushed yourself off the ground by yourself , holding onto your bleeding arm.

As you got up, Michael delivered a hard shove to Kevin’s chest. “What the hell are you trying to say mate?”

“I think you know.”

“What, are you in love with her or something?” Michael sneered and Kevin was silent. “Oh my God you are. Wow, that’s rich. Sorry but she has a boyfriend mate.” Michael laughed, suddenly reaching out to take your hand.

“Michael stop.” You tried to take your hand back, but his grip was iron and he only ignored you.

“She’ll never be yours. She’s too busy letting me fuck her every single night to ever think about you.”

“Michael!” You yelled, cheeks heating up at his very intimate reveal.

“Don’t act like it’s not true baby. You love it when I fuck you so hard that the bed shakes. You wouldn’t know though would you mate? And you never will. Never going to know how her lips feel around your cock or how good her pussy feels.” He smirked, his eyes not leaving Kevin, the other boy unable to meet your eyes

“Michael that’s enough!” You yanked your hand from his. “How dare you say that?! For fucks sake you’ve ruined everything! You ruined any time I had with you the entire time you’ve been home, you ruined my favorite Christmas tradition so you could go get drunk or high or whatever you were doing last night, you just ruined my opinion of you by being a fucking dick both to me and to Kev, and now you’ve ruined this relationship!” You screamed in his face, his eyes widening as he took in your words.

“Baby you don’t mean that.”

“I do. You ruined us Michael because I can’t stand how you’ve been acting and I can’t take you not being here anymore.”

“Y/N I’m sorry! I promise I’ll put you first from now on, please!” He begged, taking your hand gently in his again, his eyes looking like a lost puppy’s. If you hadn’t been so sad and angry, you probably would’ve done anything to make him feel better. But you were done putting his needs so far before you own.

“I never wanted you to put me first Michael. You’ve got so much to do and so many people to please I understand that you can’t always make time for me all the times I want you to, but I did expect you to at least try and make a little time for me. You act like you don’t even want me! Like I’m just a pretty little decoration for you to come home to after you’re done living your rockstar life, but I deserve more than that. I deserve at least a little bit of your attention Michael. But clearly you’re not capable of that right now.” You tried to hold in your sobs, but a few stray tears began leaking from the corners of your eyes, breaking Michael’s heart even more.

“No, I can do it! We can spend all the time you want together! I promise just please don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry Michael but I’m not going to be an obligation. I just can’t do this anymore.” You cried before turning away from him and getting into Kevin’s truck, Kevin following closely behind before he started the car and drove you away from the house that had so many memories in it. You could hear Michael screaming your name and when you looked into the rearview mirror you saw him on his knees in the middle of the street, clutching the roots of his bright red hair.

“Are you okay?” Kevin whispered, glancing over at you from the driver’s seat.

“I will be.”


Part Two


        ( open to m/f! sugg: fwb, one night stand, etc. )

              around nine in the morning, stephen was quietly getting dressed. a horrendous hangover and just three hours of sleep didn’t phase him that much. he hoped to sneak out before they woke, but he wasn’t in that kind of luck today. “shh, just go back to sleep. i’ve got to go.” 

heroman3003-new  asked:

What member of extended monster fam would be WORST babysitter for each of the children?

this greatly depends on your definition of worst, so I’m gonna include both “worst as in someone breaks a leg” and “worst as in the baby being sat is probably going to break a leg if you keep that up”

- Funny worst: Definitely, definitely Sans, he’s gotten Frisk into so much trouble in the past while teaching the kid how to prank people, he’s probably lost them in a time/space wormhole somewhere more than once. He always gets them out of trouble again, though! Frisk has never gotten as much as a scratch on his watch, he lowkey takes really good care of them, even though it doesn’t look like it.
- Funny worst but maybe don’t repeat this one: Frisk has no sense of self-preservation. Undyne can’t say no when a small child begs her to throw them as far as she can into the ocean while standing on the shore. Granted, they didn’t drown, but Undyne had to be real quick with that healing magic to keep them from crying when she came to fish them out of the water. but really, who could’ve known that ramming into the ocean’s surface at top speed would feel like hitting a brick wall

- Funny worst: Alphys is a terrible influence on him. It takes her exactly two one-to-one babysitting sessions to turn the poor child into a complete weeb. He already liked anime before getting to hang out with her properly, but her knowledge about characterization and storytelling is what really gets him hooked. She continues to enable his nerd tendencies afterwards, always pointing him to the best kid-friendly series she can find. Chara has tried to stop her and failed spectacularly
- Funny worst but maybe don’t repeat this one: Once while the kids were having a sleepover at the Blook mansion, Mettaton decided that the whole “plug the kid into a charger every night so his spinal life support thingy works correctly” was inefficient, so he switched the usual magic electricity with pink MTT brand hypercharge energy. Asriel turned into a miniature God of Hyperdeath for nearly 46 hours and he was having too much fun summoning small flaming rainbows out of nothing to worry about it maybe not being the best idea. He had something resembling a magic-induced hangover for three days afterwards. Toriel was not pleased.

- Funny worst: Papyrus has secretly and surprisingly subtly taken it upon himself to make sure Chara develops into a happier, safer person (in part to give his brother a rest so Sans doesn’t have to worry about putting his family’s fate into the hands of a time demon he let back into their lives). Unfortunately for everyone involved, he’s convinced that sparring is going to help the kid work out some of all that rage. Sparring with Undyne helps him a ton, so surely it’s the same thing with Chara? Toriel has told him that she doesn’t want her already volatile child to learn destructive magic - but she didn’t say anything about teaching them the art of fencing with magical femurs. It’s ambiguous whether or not it really helps Chara be less inclined towards the chaotic evil corner of the moral spectrum, but at least replayable and harmless boss battles are always really fun, so it cheers them up and makes them feel like they’re back in their element for a little while. They’re happier, if nothing else. That’s probably what helps the most anyway. Feeling at home in the life they’ve been given.
- Funny worst but maybe don’t repeat this one: This award unfortunately goes to Napstablook. Not in just one incident either, poor Blooky always gets roped into terrible nonsense when they’re babysitting either all three of the kids or just Chara. Their lack of ability to just say “no” when Chara comes up with something silly and potentially dangerous gets them into so much nonsense, always, and sometimes it even takes them a few hours to realize that maybe this isn’t the best idea after all. Chara has a way of making even borderline illegal stunts sound super fun and unobjectionable, and to someone like Napstablook who second-guesses themself so much, it’s difficult to find the line between “harmless kids’ games” and “wait maybe we shouldn’t break into other people’s houses, I know the king is your dad but stealing the king’s crown still seems vaguely not-okay, I think anyone else probably would go to jail for that”

babysitting with any of the monsters is always an adventure though, they’ve all got their own uh, “unique” approaches to raising children, and all three kids take full advantage of the fact that not all of these approaches are totally in line with their more strict and protective parents’ style, the little nerds

Women by Charles Bukowski

How-life writer and unrepentant alcoholic Henry Chinaski was born to survive. After decades of slacking off at low-paying dead-end jobs, blowing his cash on booze and women, and scrimping by in flea-bitten apartments, Chinaski sees his poetic star rising at last. Now, at fifty, he is reveling in his sudden rock-star life, running three hundred hangovers a year, and maintaining a sex life that would cripple Casanova.

With all of Bukowski’s trademark humor and gritty, dark honesty, this 1978 follow-up to Post Office and Factotum is an uncompromising account of life on the edge.


In case any of you were wondering what book Harry was holding while he arrived at LAX, it was Women by Charles Bukowski. Here’s the description;

Low-life writer and unrepentant alcoholic Henry Chinaski was born to survive. After decades of slacking off at low-paying dead-end jobs, blowing his cash on booze and women, and scrimping by in flea-bitten apartments, Chinaski sees his poetic star rising at last. Now, at fifty, he is reveling in his sudden rock-star life, running three hundred hangovers a year, and maintaining a sex life that would cripple Casanova.