Entirely too many people do not understand the Miranda rights that cops blow through at arrest. Cops aren't there to help you. They're there to "enforce". That's their job. ANYTHING YOU SAY can and will be used against you in court. ANYTHING. Cops have cameras on themselves and their cars. They will use all of that as proof in court. The only word that should ever come out of your mouth is, clearly and calmly, "lawyer". Repeat it every time a cop addresses you. NOTHING ELSE!
“Miracle Aligner” (Alex Turner x OC) // Series preview
Desc:
Twenty-six year old Cameron Malarkey is a self made & independent music magazine blogger. What happens when she’s set to travel & join “Arctic Monkeys” for a full length tour? Will she see more than the “rockstar” facade that lead singer Alex Turner gives to the tabloids?
Bruno Madrigal has finally made his way back home, yet there’s still this missing piece. What happens when he has a vision of a woman of whom he’s never met, sees something in her that even Sadie Hayes can’t see herself?
Read PT 1. HERE
Characters: Bruno Madrigal x OC (Sadie Hayes)
Word count: 1.5k
Notes: In this particular "AU" Lin-Manuel Miranda is the IRL "Bruno". If you enjoy, please Reblog and tag fellow fans/friends!
- Reblogs and feedback are welcomed!
- Thus far this "series" is going on 5 chapters
- I don't own any of these images, people, ect. This is solely for fictional fun.
- I love writing this wholesome boi
Bruno found himself out side wheezing and trying to settle his anxiety, the place was too crowded and loud. "Okay... so first plan... not so good." He mumbled to Raymond, the other two rats finding some edible food in the alleyway. "Oh... why did I have to do this by myself?” He cried as he pulled his green hood further over his face.
Sadie had a quiet stealth. He couldn’t have gotten far right? She could have sworn she’d heard a gentle voice come from the alleyway? Was he crying?
“Hi there, look erm, I’m not mad or anything..” She awkwardly tried to reassure and call out to the stranger.
Upon hearing her call out to him, he froze! Stiff as a board, as he twirled around dramatically, his hood covering his eyes, "I am the lord of the alleyway... meet my subjects."
Bruno motioned to the three rats, two of them fighting over a slice of pizza. Then in a scramble he pulled off his cloak in a heroic fashion, "come with me if you want to live!"
He says holding out his hand. "Umm, my name is Bruno." He smiled and awkward smile. "I am a bit of an actor."
Sadie blinked in confusion as green hood emerged from the alley and revealed himself in a grand gesture. She had to be missing something, right? It could have been worse, he- Bruno could have been one of those east LA flashers or something.
“Right,” Sadie glanced between Bruno, his extended hand, and his rat steeds? Was that speciesist? “Erm, I’m just a bartender-“ She gave a half smile and shook his hand.
As their hands parted, he reached into his pocket to throw salt over his shoulder, sprinkling the rat trio. "Umm nice to.. met you.. yes!" He smiled as he fidgets some more, "Sorry... I have bad anxiety and... I don't always deal well, with new situations." Bruno explained as he banged on the dumpster in a beat, then one on his head, "knock on wood." He finished the ritual. "A bartender you say?" Bruno followed up in an inquisitive manner.
Sadie rubbed the back of her neck, trying to understand why she felt the need to stand in the dumpster alley with a random stranger. “Oh, sometimes that place gets a little packed. Even for my liking.” She chuckled and understood the anxiety deal. Not so much the knocking on the head and salt thing though.
“I’ve been working here for about two and a half years now.” Sadie nonchalantly shrugged but noticed how tired Bruno had looked and saw his rat companions fighting over pizza still. “I can bring you out some fresh tortilla soup from the back? Extra chips too. Erm, for your subjects.” She offered with a bit of confusion in her voice.
"Yeah, I have never been in a crowd that big before." Bruno calmly added while taking a deep breath, "and you handle that... every day for over two years?" He choked up thinking about it. "I have technically been in hiding for... a while."
Bruno admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. Then the offer of soup brightened him up, "oh, that be so wonderful! We’ve been traveling for a few days... got lost along the way... and food got scarce." He said waving his arms about as he explained the situation. "But I would be ever grateful!" He beamed at the thought of a warm meal.
There was almost an odd… charm to Bruno’s babbling and stories. Then he mentioned hiding from his family, and deep down in a way? So was she. Maybe this is where this strange acceptance came from. “Well, those people are stuck up you know what’s.” Sadie went to say “motherfuckers”, but somehow wanted to censor herself in front of Raymond, Alberto and Annette.
“It’s nice to meet all of you. And really, s’the least I can do.” Sadie smiled and led them down an almost secret pathway behind the club. The solace of a lovely mini bar like patio awaited with a tranquil silence.
She swept a tanned arm out to the four of them. “Welcome to our little secret space. I’m really the only one who uses it.” Sadie explained.
As they made their way to the hidden lounge, she dropped the big swear, and the three rats reacted, one with its paws over its eyes, the other over its ears and the other over their mouth. Bruno just carried on, he'd heard it before dropped by Aduela. Upon reaching the bar his eyes glossed over as he ran around checking things out. "Oh this is so nice!" Bruno complimented as he hopped and jumped around- as agile as an animal. "Why does no one come out here? It's so much more peaceful." He pointed out as he performed his superstitious knock on the bar. The rats ran down and started to explore.
“Erm, sorry guys…” Sadie whispered to the rats with a half apologetic smile as they hopped off of Bruno’s arm to explore the hidden lounge. She was almost in awe at how incredibly agile he was as well- followed by the knocking thing.
“Everyone either wants to tailgate and bar hop until 4 AM.” Sadie explained, and looked down at her feet- feeling Alberto hop onto the toe of her boot. “Careful there,” The little guy nearly made her heart melt with those big sweet eyes.
“I usually hang out here when I don’t wanna party or don’t wanna go back to my apartment. S’peaceful.” She sighed wistfully. “I’ll go grab your fresh soup and chips for our friends, hm?” Sadie held her hand out, letting Alberto sniff it.
"Wait... how many... tailgate?" Bruno was mystified at his new surroundings and the different culture, and just outside his home too. They were truly cut off from everything.
Alberto nuzzled into her hand, and scurried up her arm. "I think he likes you." Bruno commented as the other two found there way into the skylight area. "So this, L.A… you like it here?" He asked as his vision was unclear, what threatened her, and what was Bruno supposed to do?
As she brought out the food, it has such a sweet and savory aroma to it, "That smells so delicious." He purred as the other rats scurried back for chips.
Sadie’s blue eyes lit up in adorable surprise when Alberto scurried up her arm, settling in the pocket of her skirt as she retrieved the soup and chips. Even sneaking Berto a bite of cotija cheese.
“Valentina hace la mejor sopa de tortilla. Es como mi abuela adoptiva.” Sadie hummed then sat the chips and soup upon the bar countertop- taking a seat beside the green poncho’d Bruno.
“I like it here. Finding my own path and way. You traveled how long?” She asked, hoping she didn’t overstep.
'Her foster grandmother? Could that be it?' Bruno thought to himself, but was derailed by the smell. "Oh, that... it smells so close to Aduela's" , Bruno commented while slurping up a mouthful. A look of nostalgia washed over him, reminiscent of home.
"I walked for about two days, though Raymond, he's a terrible guide." Bruno side glanced at Raymond, as Raymond waved him off. "YES THATS RIGHT, YOU’RE THE WORST!" He yelled at the little rodent pointing a finger, before turning back to Sadie.
"So you said... this is like your foster mothers?" He asked, prodding into her life.
"So you're adopted?" Poking at a potential sore spot, but he needed to figure this puzzle out. Snatching a chip that Annette was about to nibble on.
Sadie smiled as he eagerly dug into the soup and shared the chips. Alberto had fallen asleep in the velvety pocket of her skirt. “Two days?” She mindfully kept her voice down, blinking in disbelief with her blue eyes. “I’m sure you’re all just tired. LA is a big place, huh Raymond?” Sadie consoled the other rat with kindness.
“Erm. They- La Perejila, the owners are a family. Took me in when I started working here.“ She had a thoughtful look and then shook her head. “Story for a different day and all. Please just take a load off.” Sadie gesture to the tranquil spot.
Raymond nodded then stuck his tongue out at Bruno. Just ignoring it, and continued eating. The soup was soothing, hitting the right spot. "Yes, we should find somewhere to lay our heads." He mulled over the thought.
She briefly touched on her story, but shoved on welcoming him to rest. "Thank you, you been so generous." Bruno thanked in a kind tone and smile. Gracing his exhausted features.
He pulled another handful of salt and tossed it over his shoulder. "Is there an inn or hotel in the area you would recommend. Preferably pet friendly?" He asked as he looked at his companions, Raymond looked at him with disgust for referring to him as a pet, Annette patting him on the back. Alberto still fast asleep in Sadie's pocket.
He’s exhausted Sadie, on his feet for two days?! Let him stay, your apartment is plenty big. He’s a drifter. A vagabond. Be smart about this! Her brain and gut fought, was she being pretentious? Her gut registered that he clearly wasn’t a bad guy by any means.
Sadie rested her elbow on the countertop and tilted her head as Bruno did the salt thing. “Why don’t I help you get settled in?” She offered in a serious tone, making Berto poke his head and ears up.
“Ah, good nap bud?” Sadie hummed and scratched gently behind his left ear. squeaking happily.
Ok, so. These are not new stories, but they are the only ones I've written that are Halloween themed. They are Supernatural, of course, but there's no smut in it. All humor. Give them a gander if you want some fun. It's a trilogy.
Hey y'all! I've created a Facebook personal blog where i will be exploring mental health through my own experiences, doing some educating, and hopefully helping to end the stigma. Give it a look!
I'm dying. For someone who literally hasn't written a fic since March 2020 i find this terribly inspiring. Like i swear i can see bits and pieces surrounding every line! I just can't manage to do anything with it. *sigh*
Ok, so, i don't really do this hardly at all (talk about my personal life) because i realize y'all just come here for fan stuff and smut, and i get that. But occasionally shit pops off in my life and i feel the need to scream into the void. You are by no means obligated to read this or participate in my drama. So here goes nothing.
Rant incoming. Prepare yourself. This is going to be very long.
I had a friend. Had her for many years. We were close (i thought). We spent a lot of time together (she lived 2 does down the steer from me). We did for each other (got each other gifts, pet sat for each other on vacations). It was good, or so i thought. Things fell apart last year (her choice) but earlier this week she decides to post a huge rant in a group that we are both in, very deliberately about me (though she was careful not to use my name) abusing me of all kinds of hateful shit where she KNEW i would see it. Of course Because she was being "vague" about who she was talking about i had little option to defend myself without, apparently, admitting guilt. So she's the victim, and the friends in the group (some of whom were my friends too) start posting supportive things in the comments. "Good riddance." "You don't need friends like that." She was loving the vindication. Playing the martyr for all she was worth. I pointed out that some of the things "This person" was being accused of are the exact same things she was doing with that post, which was kind of hypocritical. She accused me of telling her her anger wasn't valid. I very specifically said of course it was valid. You can feel however you feel. However, you can hardly repeat behavior you've condemned in others without someone calling you on it. Her response was to tell me to move on, and then blocked me from the group.
So, let's back up a little bit. A year and a half to be exact. My wife moved in with me in December of 2019. Things were going great. She was being accepted by all my friends and we were finally together.
In February 2020 she fell in the house and broke her leg in several places. They weren't super bad breaks, but she did have to wear a boot for a few months and use a walker/wheelchair to move around.
In March Covid happened. Suddenly we couldn't go anywhere at all (not that it had been easy before). Doctors weren't even seeing patients in person. It was May/June before we could see the orthopedist about her leg. At that point he took her out of the boot, and in July she started physical therapy. She was going twice a week and in a few months got to where she could navigate through the house to the bathroom on her own without the walker. She still needed the walker/wheelchair if we went out.
October came. She fell again, this time shattering her OTHER leg so bad it looked like a cannon ball went through it. She had extensive reconstructive surgery to put the bone back together. She spent 3 weeks in the hospital learning how to do small things (like go to the bathroom), without using her left leg AT ALL. Not even for balance. The foot could not touch the floor. The doctor had ordered ZERO weight bearing on that leg for at least 6 weeks.
Annalyn came home to a different situation than she'd left. A hospital bed and potty were set up in the kitchen, because the wheelchair would not fit in the house. We needed to be able to get her out of the house for appointments and the kitchen is a straight shot. So she's completely bed bound, relying on me for 24 hour care, which i have never been trained for. It was very stressful on everybody.
A week after my wife came home from the hospital she and i both developed Covid symptoms. She was informed that she'd been exposed to the virus while in rehab at the hospital. A week after that she was admitted to the hospital for a week with low oxygen levels. Her asthma and Covid did not get along. I suffered, but avoided hospitalization. (Up until a few weeks ago my wife was STILL on oxygen becauseof diminished lung function from the illness.)
When i knew we were going to have to quarantine i of course told my friend. She had already been very paranoid about the virus (wiping down all her packages, etc). The week before i became symptomatic she stopped by my house for 15 seconds. She handed me a paper through her car window and then kept going. We never touched or came closer than arms length. When she found out that i was sick and when she freaked out about it. She informed me that her doctor wouldn't see her in person for a Covid test because she wasn't symptomatic. She lied to the doctor to get the test done. Until it came back negative she quarantined herself, turning down clients who wanted services with her because she thought it was unsafe.
Once she found out that she was negative she was very supportive of us stuck in the house. She offered to do things for us, like deliver groceries to the front porch. We completely didn't ask for that, not just because of our general anxiety, but because we couldn't afford it financially and didn't want her to have to pay for it.
My husband never developed symptoms, at all. He still stayed home from work with the rest of us, helping as he could, but he never got sick.
Here's where things went completely pear shaped.
Three days before our official quarantine was over my husband decided we needed a few things from the store (I'm sure he was stir crazy by that point too). My husband is a very clean person. He worked in a restaurant kitchen! He showered every day, washed his hands frequently, and was almost obsessive with hand sanitizer even before Covid kicked off. So, believing himself to be as safe as he could get (clean and with no symptoms and at the end of quarantine, which was 3 weeks instead of 2 because of the hospitalization) he went to the store.
He got back, but parked the car in a different spot. My friend noticed it had moved and asked what was up. Completely not thinking anything was wrong i told her husband had gone to the store. She lost her mind. She starts screaming at me in text messages, calling my husband a murderer. Accusing me if being "complacent" (I'm sure she meant "complicit"). She said i needed to "get control of my house", as though marriage isn't a team effort. I understand she rules her own house but that's never how Jim and i have operated. She said i should have hidden his keys to prevent him from going out, like Jim isn't a grown adult who makes his own decisions. I did try apologizing (though i really couldn't do anything to fix it after the fact), but that wasn't good enough. She stopped speaking to me.
Until the next week when she asked how we were doing. I told her politely that we were fine. We did not actually have a conversation, and here's why.
After her vitriolic accusations and name calling, followed by silence, i assumed that she no longer wanted to associate with me. That was painful and surprising, but i could do nothing about her anger. Her contacts after that did not include any kind of apology, and did not come across as sincere at all. All i could think was that she was just gathering evidence to justify her behavior, and i was not cooperating with that. By the first week of December she stopped messaging me.
Cut to this week, 6 months later, and she posts her huge public rant about me. She says that all of those nice things she did for me (That i thought was in friendship) were not adequately reciprocated. I DID reciprocate to the best of my ability. I also didn't realize that all of her offers to do things with/for me we're going to get tallied up and used to hurt me.
She stated that i never initiated anything unless she messaged me first. That i was using her and not holding up my end of the friendship because i never texted first. Now, i have extreme anxiety, which she very well knows. I have a problem communicating because I'm often convinced that my friends don't want to be bothered/interrupted by me. I'm pretty much always available, being disabled and spending most of my time at home, so i let people contact me on THEIR terms. When it's convenient FOR THEM. I thought she understood that, as i had explained it more than once over the years. No. I was a bad friend because i didn't contact her first. She decided in December that she was not going to be the one reaching out anymore. I, pretty much rightly assuming that she didn't want contact with me, did not message her again.
She accused me of only interacting to leave a "half-hearted condolence" on her FB (which she hadn't blocked me from) when one of her cats died. Again, i was sure she didn't really want to interact with me, but i did feel bad for her losing a kitty. My condolence, while it might have seemed hesitant and distant, was a true expression without trying to intrude on her life.
Having had no contact with me for 6 months, she types out this huge post on FB, detailing my many sins in her eyes. She has decided that she's done waiting for me to reach out to her. Says she "unfollowed" me on FB months before because i "vague booked" about her. I don't remember doing any such thing and i wish she'd posted proof. But even if i had, how could she call me out on it right now While she's doing the EXACT SAME THING? She said i never bothered to ask her why she'd stopped talking to me. I knew why we'd stopped talking, but she never asked me about it either. So "friendship is a two way street" only applies to me, not you. Ok.
She ends the post by saying she's over it. Well obviously she isn't or she wouldn't be posting this diatribe 6 months after the fact where she was sure I'd see it and be hurt by it. She said her bit and when i tried to protest she blocked me from the group.
So fine. She's done and wants to pin everything on me. I blocked her and her husband both. If they think so little of me and my family then they don't get to be privy to any part of my life. Years of friendship kicked to the side like it was nothing. Makes me wonder why i didn't see it before. She's done this to other "friends". I've witnessed it. Just took her a little bit longer to get to me i guess.
That's my tail. I haven't slept well the last few nights because the hurt and anger won't let go of my mind. I felt like i needed to defend myself to someone, even though the person It's directed at will never see it and wouldn't change her mind even if she cared.
Thank you if you've read this whole thing. It's a major downer, i know, but some things you have to express before you can let it go.
i’m just curious: who is your comfort character (or who are if you have multiple!) and why? reblog!
mine are james potter, fred weasley, and keefe sencen :))
do i have a type? yes, yes i do. they’re all super extroverted and funny – charismatic as heck and confident! they’re also crazy smart in different ways, and i’d love to be best friends with them :))
keefe struggles with the same things i do so i suppose i like him so much because i relate to him? and james and fred are just all round kings <33
Thanks for the tag @daltonacademia love you to bits 💕
My comfort characters are Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Tony Stark (MCU) and Draco Malfoy.
Do I have a type; yes, I guess I do. I had never really noticed it, but these characters have so much in common now looking at it. They start off as arseholes basically, and progress through time. They are all intelligent and smart mouthed, so yeah I guess I do have a type 😁
thanks babe @carryonmywaywardbucky ❤️ i love your sassy picks!
i’m gonna follow your lead and try and pick one from each major fandom cause otherwise we’d be here forever 😂
my comfort characters are: tony stark (mcu), fred and george weasley (hp), thranduil (tolkien), sam winchester (spn)
do i have a type? looks wise also no unless you count a tendency toward white dudes with longer hair? 🤣 but i guess intelligent? (sapiosexuals ftw!)
i’m gonna tag a bunch of people cause i’m curious af but feel free to ignore me! @deanwinchesterswitch @sams-sass @thinkinghardhardlythinking @asgoodasdancingqueen @idreamofplaid @thatdisasteromni @justagirlinafandomworld @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @waywardbaby @girl-next-door-writes @becs-bunker @princessmisery666 @idabbleincrazy and literally anyone else who wants to play!
Comfort characters: Thor (MCU), Rubeus Hagrid (HP), Princess Leia (SW), and, of course, Dean Winchester (SPN)…. but I’ll also add Eleanor Shelstrop, Janet, and Chidi from The Good Place (this is pretty much my comfort show these days so really I could include them all).
Do I have a type?: Kind of bad ass? Low-key in some respects, but still all badasses. Protector, humorous, fight for good of all characters. Yeah, I guess I do. 🙃
Comfort characters: i suppose these are characters i connect with and find psychologically "restful" to indulge in. Loki (MCU), Castiel (SPN), Willow (Buffy), Sarah (Labyrinth). I have many more that i like, but these are the ones i enjoy spending time in.
Do i have a type?: well, i suppose i do. I like emotionally complex characters, especially with a hint of villainy/badass to them. The odd one out of that tag is Sarah, because she is so very similar to the fanciful young girl inside me. I relate to her deeply personally.
No, i don't post much anymore, but i got a wild hair tonight to recommend a fic I've been following for quite some time. It's called Harry Omens and it's a Harry Potter/Good Omens crossover fic where Harry gets saved and then adopted by Crowley and Aziriphale. It's adorable. You should read it.
i’m just curious: who is your comfort character (or who are if you have multiple!) and why? reblog!
mine are james potter, fred weasley, and keefe sencen :))
do i have a type? yes, yes i do. they’re all super extroverted and funny – charismatic as heck and confident! they’re also crazy smart in different ways, and i’d love to be best friends with them :))
keefe struggles with the same things i do so i suppose i like him so much because i relate to him? and james and fred are just all round kings <33
Thanks for the tag @daltonacademia love you to bits 💕
My comfort characters are Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Tony Stark (MCU) and Draco Malfoy.
Do I have a type; yes, I guess I do. I had never really noticed it, but these characters have so much in common now looking at it. They start off as arseholes basically, and progress through time. They are all intelligent and smart mouthed, so yeah I guess I do have a type 😁
thanks babe @carryonmywaywardbucky ❤️ i love your sassy picks!
i’m gonna follow your lead and try and pick one from each major fandom cause otherwise we’d be here forever 😂
my comfort characters are: tony stark (mcu), fred and george weasley (hp), thranduil (tolkien), sam winchester (spn)
do i have a type? looks wise also no unless you count a tendency toward white dudes with longer hair? 🤣 but i guess intelligent? (sapiosexuals ftw!)
i’m gonna tag a bunch of people cause i’m curious af but feel free to ignore me! @deanwinchesterswitch @sams-sass @thinkinghardhardlythinking @asgoodasdancingqueen @idreamofplaid @thatdisasteromni @justagirlinafandomworld @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @waywardbaby @girl-next-door-writes @becs-bunker @princessmisery666 @idabbleincrazy and literally anyone else who wants to play!
Comfort characters: Thor (MCU), Rubeus Hagrid (HP), Princess Leia (SW), and, of course, Dean Winchester (SPN)…. but I’ll also add Eleanor Shelstrop, Janet, and Chidi from The Good Place (this is pretty much my comfort show these days so really I could include them all).
Do I have a type?: Kind of bad ass? Low-key in some respects, but still all badasses. Protector, humorous, fight for good of all characters. Yeah, I guess I do. 🙃
Oh gosh, comfort characters. I have characters i definitely like a great deal, but i don't know about comfort. Currently my top characters are Castiel (Supernatural) and Loki (MCU). They've ruled my life for almost a decade.
Do i have a type? I mean, I'm not sure i do. I love smart men. I do like them to have humor, and kindness. But Castiel and Loki are very opposite. I don't know
There was, but it broke and not only do i not know how to fix it but i don't even know how to find whatwas an incomplete list to start with. Your best bet is to find me on Ao3, under the same username.
Bride Of Chucky (1998), Rated R [A beginners crash course]
WARNING: This article contains clips and photos that I do not own and are simply including to watch along with this article. NSFW CONTENT AND POTENTIAL SPOILERS AHEAD)
Why is “yeah my DnD group wouldn’t let me play a character that wasn’t my then-apparent gender” a thing multiple trans people have told me??? What the FUCK is wrong with cis people
I can't even tell you how many people playing other characters of different genders that I've played with. The GM who doesn't allow gender swap characters is not a good GM.
A Democratic President does nothing if Congress is controlled by Republicans. Your local elections are important, too. (It took us 20 years, but you notice we don’t have issues with our sheriff out here in Phoenix now we’ve voted out Joe Arpaio.)
Don’t skip any. Look up names on your phone while you’re in the ballot booth if you have to. VOTE YOUR WHOLE BALLOT.
A PSA because a lot of people don’t know this:
You CAN take your phone into the ballot booth, no one will stop you. You CAN google names from inside the ballot booth, no one will stop you. The only time you can get in trouble is, in some states, if you take a photo of your ballot. You CAN also take a long time voting. There are lots of booths usually, don’t worry about the line if you need to think about anything.
Voting is not a high school exam. You’re allowed to bring your phone. Please do that in case there’s something on the ballot you don’t understand!
You can also register to vote by mail! That means you can use google and take all the time you need to fill out your ballot! I don’t know how it works in other states but California specifically has made voting by mail extremely easy and hassle free and most people I know vote by mail.
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