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I AM LIVING FOR HOLT SAYING HE LIKES A BAD BOY.
+amy's and rosa's faces
I AM LIVING FOR HOLT SAYING HE LIKES A BAD BOY.
+amy's and rosa's faces
I AM LIVING FOR HOLT SAYING HE LIKES A BAD BOY.
+amy's and rosa's faces
I AM LIVING FOR HOLT SAYING HE LIKES A BAD BOY.
+amy's and rosa's faces
I AM LIVING FOR HOLT SAYING HE LIKES A BAD BOY.
+amy's and rosa's faces
I AM LIVING FOR HOLT SAYING HE LIKES A BAD BOY.
+amy's and rosa's faces
Okay but what if they make a revival 10-15 years from now and they have a heist and Mac is supposed to come by the 99 for Terry's precinct trick or treating (flashback to heist 1) before going off with his friends but instead he wins the heist because and Jake wants to ground him but Amy won't let him
BESTIE I WANT TO KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH
okay so imagine Mac has been hearing about these heists for the past 10 years of his life, that's how his parents actually got engaged you know, so naturally he's always wanted to go to the precinct and witness this annual grandiose occasion. but amy has always been so protective; she doesn't want her baby to go to a place where people get so overboard with competition (and she low-key doesn't want Mac to see that side of mamaš). everytime Mac requests mama and dada, they say "we'll see when you're older Mac."
"how much older?"
"...20 years old."
"20? promise? "
"yes."
this year terry is holding a trick or treating party just like he did in s1 and mac is invited. Mac turns up at the precinct and of course Terry is not playing in the heist. amy asks Terry to keep an eye on Mac who has agreed to be a silent spectator as well. she doesn't really believe in Terry's I'm not playing this year anymore but she knows he'll be responsible towards Mac.
throughout the night the erstwhile squad members vie against each other to win the 18th annual Halloween heist by getting jake and amy's old baby monitor for Mac, as they do every single year. and Mac is fascinated by how far the otherwise mature squad would go to win this competition.
or at least he shows himself to be.
when midnight turns up, jake, amy, rosa, holt and Charles (he won a heist too in these past 10 years folks) are present in the evidence lockup, trying to get to the baby monitor that jake and amy used for Mac (and their 100+ future children yes). but to their surprise, they find the original owner of the famed baby monitor behind the famed machine.
"MAC?" they all yell in unison.
"yes, mom, dad, auntie roro, Charles, grandpa," (an audible moan is heard from Charles who says he feels as though he's the only one not part of the family), "I, McClain Santiago-Peralta am the winner of the 18th annual Halloween heist."
"what happened how did you- how did- what?" amy says.
"i have been listening in on you plan for months now. mom. we live in the same house, come on!"
"but amy said she didn't wanna allow you to come to the precinct on halloween." rosa says.
"yes, i did! it's- it's a dirty place and i'm a responsible parent!" amy says indignantly. "and i thought you were here for trick-or-treating! how did you even know terry was going to be setting up that stand when we told you like yesterday?" mac gives a smug smile and folds his hands and amy gasps. "unless-"
"YEAH. he took help from ME." terry turns up from the shadows behind mac. "he requested me to set up trick or treat this year AGES ago. i must say, you should have realised, amy and jake, he's really got your blood in his veins."
"he's really got your blood in his veins title of your sex tape but seriously mac, do you have any idea how dangerous this can be? how dare you go behind our backs?" jake scolds him.
"but dad, i had terry with me the whole time!"
"terry can't take care of anyone. he only cares about his stupid suspenders and his nose hair," jake says (earning a "hey!" from terry). "but we clearly forbade you from participating in heists for now! this is simply not tolerable!" jake scolds him.
"but dad-"
"nuh-uh, you're grounded."
"what?" both amy and mac say.
"yes you heard me. come here and we'll continue the heist at a later date when you're not present."
"jake, is this about the heist and not our child?" amy raises her eyebrows.
"......no?"
everyone scoffs.
"what? why would you all huff? how could a ten year old outsmart the entire squad of seasoned detectives?"
"you should actually be proud of your son, jake." holt says.
"i for one am very proud of mac. i remember this was the very room where jake and amy kissed for the first time, where they got engaged, i can't account for the times they must have smooshed booties-"
"CHARLES." everyone says collectively.
"i'm just saying that this is a very special place for the peralta-santiago family."
"AND THAT IT IS!" jake begins majestically, walking towards mac and terry. "THAT'S WHY I'M SO PROUD OF MY SON AS WELL. haha, we tricked you common fools, mac and i planned for years to take down mama-"
"you just wanted to ground me 2 minutes ago dad."
"yeah, you had zero part in this, jake. just go back man." terry says.
"okay. alright. fine. okay. ladies and gentlemen, mcclain santiago-peralta is the winner of the 18th annual halloween heist and an amazing kid slash genius."
the whole squad cheers and amy says with tears in her eyes, "THAT'S MY BABY!"
"congratulations, mac. you are a fine young man." holt shakes his hand. amy is full on sobbing into rosa's shoulder by now.
"thanks grandpa holt." mac flashes his big smile.
"now next year i am going to crush you under my shoe like an ant who writhes and pleads for help when you raise your foot."
everyone pauses.
"also kevin has invited you tomorrow for lunch. do not be later than 12 noon and do not forget to wear your glasses."
"...okay grandpa holt."
Okay but what if they make a revival 10-15 years from now and they have a heist and Mac is supposed to come by the 99 for Terry's precinct trick or treating (flashback to heist 1) before going off with his friends but instead he wins the heist because and Jake wants to ground him but Amy won't let him
BESTIE I WANT TO KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH
okay so imagine Mac has been hearing about these heists for the past 10 years of his life, that's how his parents actually got engaged you know, so naturally he's always wanted to go to the precinct and witness this annual grandiose occasion. but amy has always been so protective; she doesn't want her baby to go to a place where people get so overboard with competition (and she low-key doesn't want Mac to see that side of mamaš). everytime Mac requests mama and dada, they say "we'll see when you're older Mac."
"how much older?"
"...20 years old."
"20? promise? "
"yes."
this year terry is holding a trick or treating party just like he did in s1 and mac is invited. Mac turns up at the precinct and of course Terry is not playing in the heist. amy asks Terry to keep an eye on Mac who has agreed to be a silent spectator as well. she doesn't really believe in Terry's I'm not playing this year anymore but she knows he'll be responsible towards Mac.
throughout the night the erstwhile squad members vie against each other to win the 18th annual Halloween heist by getting jake and amy's old baby monitor for Mac, as they do every single year. and Mac is fascinated by how far the otherwise mature squad would go to win this competition.
or at least he shows himself to be.
when midnight turns up, jake, amy, rosa, holt and Charles (he won a heist too in these past 10 years folks) are present in the evidence lockup, trying to get to the baby monitor that jake and amy used for Mac (and their 100+ future children yes). but to their surprise, they find the original owner of the famed baby monitor behind the famed machine.
"MAC?" they all yell in unison.
"yes, mom, dad, auntie roro, Charles, grandpa," (an audible moan is heard from Charles who says he feels as though he's the only one not part of the family), "I, McClain Santiago-Peralta am the winner of the 18th annual Halloween heist."
"what happened how did you- how did- what?" amy says.
"i have been listening in on you plan for months now. mom. we live in the same house, come on!"
"but amy said she didn't wanna allow you to come to the precinct on halloween." rosa says.
"yes, i did! it's- it's a dirty place and i'm a responsible parent!" amy says indignantly. "and i thought you were here for trick-or-treating! how did you even know terry was going to be setting up that stand when we told you like yesterday?" mac gives a smug smile and folds his hands and amy gasps. "unless-"
"YEAH. he took help from ME." terry turns up from the shadows behind mac. "he requested me to set up trick or treat this year AGES ago. i must say, you should have realised, amy and jake, he's really got your blood in his veins."
"he's really got your blood in his veins title of your sex tape but seriously mac, do you have any idea how dangerous this can be? how dare you go behind our backs?" jake scolds him.
"but dad, i had terry with me the whole time!"
"terry can't take care of anyone. he only cares about his stupid suspenders and his nose hair," jake says (earning a "hey!" from terry). "but we clearly forbade you from participating in heists for now! this is simply not tolerable!" jake scolds him.
"but dad-"
"nuh-uh, you're grounded."
"what?" both amy and mac say.
"yes you heard me. come here and we'll continue the heist at a later date when you're not present."
"jake, is this about the heist and not our child?" amy raises her eyebrows.
"......no?"
everyone scoffs.
"what? why would you all huff? how could a ten year old outsmart the entire squad of seasoned detectives?"
"you should actually be proud of your son, jake." holt says.
"i for one am very proud of mac. i remember this was the very room where jake and amy kissed for the first time, where they got engaged, i can't account for the times they must have smooshed booties-"
"CHARLES." everyone says collectively.
"i'm just saying that this is a very special place for the peralta-santiago family."
"AND THAT IT IS!" jake begins majestically, walking towards mac and terry. "THAT'S WHY I'M SO PROUD OF MY SON AS WELL. haha, we tricked you common fools, mac and i planned for years to take down mama-"
"you just wanted to ground me 2 minutes ago dad."
"yeah, you had zero part in this, jake. just go back man." terry says.
"okay. alright. fine. okay. ladies and gentlemen, mcclain santiago-peralta is the winner of the 18th annual halloween heist and an amazing kid slash genius."
the whole squad cheers and amy says with tears in her eyes, "THAT'S MY BABY!"
"congratulations, mac. you are a fine young man." holt shakes his hand. amy is full on sobbing into rosa's shoulder by now.
"thanks grandpa holt." mac flashes his big smile.
"now next year i am going to crush you under my shoe like an ant who writhes and pleads for help when you raise your foot."
everyone pauses.
"also kevin has invited you tomorrow for lunch. do not be later than 12 noon and do not forget to wear your glasses."
"...okay grandpa holt."
Okay but what if they make a revival 10-15 years from now and they have a heist and Mac is supposed to come by the 99 for Terry's precinct trick or treating (flashback to heist 1) before going off with his friends but instead he wins the heist because and Jake wants to ground him but Amy won't let him
BESTIE I WANT TO KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH
okay so imagine Mac has been hearing about these heists for the past 10 years of his life, that's how his parents actually got engaged you know, so naturally he's always wanted to go to the precinct and witness this annual grandiose occasion. but amy has always been so protective; she doesn't want her baby to go to a place where people get so overboard with competition (and she low-key doesn't want Mac to see that side of mamaš). everytime Mac requests mama and dada, they say "we'll see when you're older Mac."
"how much older?"
"...20 years old."
"20? promise? "
"yes."
this year terry is holding a trick or treating party just like he did in s1 and mac is invited. Mac turns up at the precinct and of course Terry is not playing in the heist. amy asks Terry to keep an eye on Mac who has agreed to be a silent spectator as well. she doesn't really believe in Terry's I'm not playing this year anymore but she knows he'll be responsible towards Mac.
throughout the night the erstwhile squad members vie against each other to win the 18th annual Halloween heist by getting jake and amy's old baby monitor for Mac, as they do every single year. and Mac is fascinated by how far the otherwise mature squad would go to win this competition.
or at least he shows himself to be.
when midnight turns up, jake, amy, rosa, holt and Charles (he won a heist too in these past 10 years folks) are present in the evidence lockup, trying to get to the baby monitor that jake and amy used for Mac (and their 100+ future children yes). but to their surprise, they find the original owner of the famed baby monitor behind the famed machine.
"MAC?" they all yell in unison.
"yes, mom, dad, auntie roro, Charles, grandpa," (an audible moan is heard from Charles who says he feels as though he's the only one not part of the family), "I, McClain Santiago-Peralta am the winner of the 18th annual Halloween heist."
"what happened how did you- how did- what?" amy says.
"i have been listening in on you plan for months now. mom. we live in the same house, come on!"
"but amy said she didn't wanna allow you to come to the precinct on halloween." rosa says.
"yes, i did! it's- it's a dirty place and i'm a responsible parent!" amy says indignantly. "and i thought you were here for trick-or-treating! how did you even know terry was going to be setting up that stand when we told you like yesterday?" mac gives a smug smile and folds his hands and amy gasps. "unless-"
"YEAH. he took help from ME." terry turns up from the shadows behind mac. "he requested me to set up trick or treat this year AGES ago. i must say, you should have realised, amy and jake, he's really got your blood in his veins."
"he's really got your blood in his veins title of your sex tape but seriously mac, do you have any idea how dangerous this can be? how dare you go behind our backs?" jake scolds him.
"but dad, i had terry with me the whole time!"
"terry can't take care of anyone. he only cares about his stupid suspenders and his nose hair," jake says (earning a "hey!" from terry). "but we clearly forbade you from participating in heists for now! this is simply not tolerable!" jake scolds him.
"but dad-"
"nuh-uh, you're grounded."
"what?" both amy and mac say.
"yes you heard me. come here and we'll continue the heist at a later date when you're not present."
"jake, is this about the heist and not our child?" amy raises her eyebrows.
"......no?"
everyone scoffs.
"what? why would you all huff? how could a ten year old outsmart the entire squad of seasoned detectives?"
"you should actually be proud of your son, jake." holt says.
"i for one am very proud of mac. i remember this was the very room where jake and amy kissed for the first time, where they got engaged, i can't account for the times they must have smooshed booties-"
"CHARLES." everyone says collectively.
"i'm just saying that this is a very special place for the peralta-santiago family."
"AND THAT IT IS!" jake begins majestically, walking towards mac and terry. "THAT'S WHY I'M SO PROUD OF MY SON AS WELL. haha, we tricked you common fools, mac and i planned for years to take down mama-"
"you just wanted to ground me 2 minutes ago dad."
"yeah, you had zero part in this, jake. just go back man." terry says.
"okay. alright. fine. okay. ladies and gentlemen, mcclain santiago-peralta is the winner of the 18th annual halloween heist and an amazing kid slash genius."
the whole squad cheers and amy says with tears in her eyes, "THAT'S MY BABY!"
"congratulations, mac. you are a fine young man." holt shakes his hand. amy is full on sobbing into rosa's shoulder by now.
"thanks grandpa holt." mac flashes his big smile.
"now next year i am going to crush you under my shoe like an ant who writhes and pleads for help when you raise your foot."
everyone pauses.
"also kevin has invited you tomorrow for lunch. do not be later than 12 noon and do not forget to wear your glasses."
"...okay grandpa holt."
Okay but what if they make a revival 10-15 years from now and they have a heist and Mac is supposed to come by the 99 for Terry's precinct trick or treating (flashback to heist 1) before going off with his friends but instead he wins the heist because and Jake wants to ground him but Amy won't let him
BESTIE I WANT TO KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH
okay so imagine Mac has been hearing about these heists for the past 10 years of his life, that's how his parents actually got engaged you know, so naturally he's always wanted to go to the precinct and witness this annual grandiose occasion. but amy has always been so protective; she doesn't want her baby to go to a place where people get so overboard with competition (and she low-key doesn't want Mac to see that side of mamaš). everytime Mac requests mama and dada, they say "we'll see when you're older Mac."
"how much older?"
"...20 years old."
"20? promise? "
"yes."
this year terry is holding a trick or treating party just like he did in s1 and mac is invited. Mac turns up at the precinct and of course Terry is not playing in the heist. amy asks Terry to keep an eye on Mac who has agreed to be a silent spectator as well. she doesn't really believe in Terry's I'm not playing this year anymore but she knows he'll be responsible towards Mac.
throughout the night the erstwhile squad members vie against each other to win the 18th annual Halloween heist by getting jake and amy's old baby monitor for Mac, as they do every single year. and Mac is fascinated by how far the otherwise mature squad would go to win this competition.
or at least he shows himself to be.
when midnight turns up, jake, amy, rosa, holt and Charles (he won a heist too in these past 10 years folks) are present in the evidence lockup, trying to get to the baby monitor that jake and amy used for Mac (and their 100+ future children yes). but to their surprise, they find the original owner of the famed baby monitor behind the famed machine.
"MAC?" they all yell in unison.
"yes, mom, dad, auntie roro, Charles, grandpa," (an audible moan is heard from Charles who says he feels as though he's the only one not part of the family), "I, McClain Santiago-Peralta am the winner of the 18th annual Halloween heist."
"what happened how did you- how did- what?" amy says.
"i have been listening in on you plan for months now. mom. we live in the same house, come on!"
"but amy said she didn't wanna allow you to come to the precinct on halloween." rosa says.
"yes, i did! it's- it's a dirty place and i'm a responsible parent!" amy says indignantly. "and i thought you were here for trick-or-treating! how did you even know terry was going to be setting up that stand when we told you like yesterday?" mac gives a smug smile and folds his hands and amy gasps. "unless-"
"YEAH. he took help from ME." terry turns up from the shadows behind mac. "he requested me to set up trick or treat this year AGES ago. i must say, you should have realised, amy and jake, he's really got your blood in his veins."
"he's really got your blood in his veins title of your sex tape but seriously mac, do you have any idea how dangerous this can be? how dare you go behind our backs?" jake scolds him.
"but dad, i had terry with me the whole time!"
"terry can't take care of anyone. he only cares about his stupid suspenders and his nose hair," jake says (earning a "hey!" from terry). "but we clearly forbade you from participating in heists for now! this is simply not tolerable!" jake scolds him.
"but dad-"
"nuh-uh, you're grounded."
"what?" both amy and mac say.
"yes you heard me. come here and we'll continue the heist at a later date when you're not present."
"jake, is this about the heist and not our child?" amy raises her eyebrows.
"......no?"
everyone scoffs.
"what? why would you all huff? how could a ten year old outsmart the entire squad of seasoned detectives?"
"you should actually be proud of your son, jake." holt says.
"i for one am very proud of mac. i remember this was the very room where jake and amy kissed for the first time, where they got engaged, i can't account for the times they must have smooshed booties-"
"CHARLES." everyone says collectively.
"i'm just saying that this is a very special place for the peralta-santiago family."
"AND THAT IT IS!" jake begins majestically, walking towards mac and terry. "THAT'S WHY I'M SO PROUD OF MY SON AS WELL. haha, we tricked you common fools, mac and i planned for years to take down mama-"
"you just wanted to ground me 2 minutes ago dad."
"yeah, you had zero part in this, jake. just go back man." terry says.
"okay. alright. fine. okay. ladies and gentlemen, mcclain santiago-peralta is the winner of the 18th annual halloween heist and an amazing kid slash genius."
the whole squad cheers and amy says with tears in her eyes, "THAT'S MY BABY!"
"congratulations, mac. you are a fine young man." holt shakes his hand. amy is full on sobbing into rosa's shoulder by now.
"thanks grandpa holt." mac flashes his big smile.
"now next year i am going to crush you under my shoe like an ant who writhes and pleads for help when you raise your foot."
everyone pauses.
"also kevin has invited you tomorrow for lunch. do not be later than 12 noon and do not forget to wear your glasses."
"...okay grandpa holt."
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There he go
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
Itās called a buntā¦. Not weed cigarette⦠And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They donāt look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Iām so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down Iām so mad.
YourĀ āweed smoking girlfriendā has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerpā¦. Donāt ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Donāt wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNINGĀ
Well that escalated quicklyā¦ā¦
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they arenāt worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. Iām yelling so loud and now Iām crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I canāt take anymore. Iām opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that āI HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDSā, āTHEY ALL KISS MEā, and āTHEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURRā.
and letās not forget the āBlaizā and her āwicked tatā, or that he doesnāt āwanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever againā, and that this is āthe FINAL FUCKING WARNINGā.
āthe goo pile that is now your bodyā
iām dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, itāll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot⦠*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omgĀ
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. Iām clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and heās muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals Iām still Ā at the bar. You look to the exit, thereās still time. But thereās not, thereās not, thereās not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. Ā I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I havenāt shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and Iām missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, itās like that only instead of boots itās my muscles and instead of walking itās punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family⦠Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insultedĀ theĀ Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing⦠no playing you fuck. No playing⦠it was real.. the realest thing Iāve ever know.. felt⦠Love. I loved them⦠Blaizā¦. Chas-Chas⦠Funk⦠I loved all three of em⦠but theyā¦*My face is wet with tears and Iām blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me⦠left⦠*Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?!Ā *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging.Ā āPft, you brought this upon yourself dude.ā He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me⦠* I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
This post is a rite of passage, truly and holy