this took way too long omg

and it’s done!! (after nearly a whole month omg) 

this is the third time i’ve done this: 1//2   and i’m very happy with my improvement - i’ll probably do a comparison post soon

please let me know which characters you want to see individually 

here it is on redbubble 

Enjoy the ride assholes

I live on the 13th floor, and there’s this family that lives on the floor above me, really unpleasant people. Father’s a fat priest (this is an orthodox christian country, priests are decked out. BMWs or Mercedes cars, tinted glass, typically lots of cash…), no idea what the mum does, but she’s a very unpleasant person to meet, won’t even respond to a neighbourly hello, just keeps a scowl on her face 24/7. They have several children, all boys, the oldest being around 16, they all seem to be raised according to their parents’ assholeness. I can’t speak for the two little twins though, since they don’t really know what they’re doing is aiding their parents’ ultimate goal of being the biggest dick possible.

I was finishing up an assignment and was running just a little bit late for school. I go out, call the elevator which says it’s on the 14th floor, one floor above that is. It doesn’t move. I take my earbuds out and hear little children’s voices- immediately I realize the situation. The mum’s not yet out of the flat, but she’s sent her two little kids out in advance to call the lift up and keep it there, god forbid she wait a second upon exiting her apartment! You may think I was jumping to a conclusion, but all the noises pointed to it and this wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

This aggression will not stand.

Now, a thought crossed my mind that I should walk up the stairs, toss the kids aside, say “Sorry, running late!” enter the lift, close the door and leave. I was even prepared to argue with the missus if I were to come across her too. I don’t shy away from conflict.

But no.

They’ve pushed my buttons for far too long. It’s time I push some buttons myself.

Alright, you goddamn bloody walrus, is that how it’s gonna be? You apparently don’t mind making people wait when they’re already late, you can do some waiting of your own, you scowling, hag.

Despite risking being even more late, I took the stairs down. However I made sure I pressed the elevator button on every single floor on the way down, make them wait approximately 15 seconds on every single floor when the manatee manages to get out of the flat eventually.

Annoy Me - Carl Gallagher x Reader

Requested by @pale-and-empty

Warnings: cussing (this happens a lot), sexual tension if you squint maybe idk, annoying people, violence
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader
Description: The reader and Carl annoy each other too much and her/his anger brings them together
A/N: wow that description and omg lemme just say this took way too long okay and i really don’t how i feel about this ( ALSO this gif took me ages to find and it still doesn’t work I’m sorry)


“Stop it,” You roll your eyes as Carl pushes you again. He’d been doing it for a few minutes to rile you up, but you knew better. Two could play at that game. You were just as annoying as he was. 

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okay so i tried my hand at writing for the first time in Years and idk if it’s any good?? idk its just Neil being introspective more that anything, mostly about andrew,, idk,, pls be nice to me it been so long since ive written 


In his 19 years of life Neil Josten had concerned himself with one thing: survival. He knew the concept like he knew every ugly blemish that marred his torso, like he knew the insistent need to get out of there perpetually lodged in his throat, like he knew the feel of cold steel against warm flesh again again again. That is to say he knew what it meant to survive intimately so. Neil knew how to shoot a man to make him bleed out without fatality and he knew how to kill a man without leaving a trace. The snik of a lock successfully picked, the consuming smoke and fire in his lungs, in his throat, on his tongue, the ricochet of a bullet and the resounding finality of the resultant echo were all sensations Neil had familiarised himself with over the years. Fear was something that had woven itself between Neil’s fingertips, burned behind eyes and weighted down his tongue. Intimacy meant feeling his mother’s heartbeat roaring in his ears on those nights it was too close, it was the back of his mother’s hand and the side of his face when he looked too long, it was Lola’s breath on his neck, hot and heavy.

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dedicated to and inspired by a request from Koleen (dauntlester) <3 ily lots and lots xx
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