scenarios/ reactions I have written on here. MTLs and other individual answered
asks are not listed individually, however, you will still see them if you click
on the group’s name, which I highly recommend
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
so I FINALLY finished this omg it took way too long and I cant do lighting or backgrounds to save a life, but heres a little animated comic thing (?) from a really wonderful fic called dirty laundry by @gibslythe that you need to check out, honestly its perfection.