animal kingdom is the type of show thatâs supposed to have been taken place somewhere in nowhere-florida where the main family were all broke and committing crimes to pull themselves out of the grave of poverty that america had dug themselves in for generations, headed by a matriarch that had lost yet another family member to starvation, recklessness, and poverty.
this version of animal kingdom wouldâve done more to illustrate the varying shades of morality that america has to survival and crime; forgiveness and restitution; punishment and sin.
if the billionaire must keep scamming the poor in order to sit on his throne, is he not the poorest of them all; for he has the most to lose?
the cycle of the next job will never solve their problems; applying to your next job wonât save you from your current position, either.
why have we as a collective ACCEPTED and NORMALIZED THAT TINY ASS FONT ON TUMBLR!!!!!
NO I WILL NOOOOTTTT BE READING YOUR FANFIC IM SO SORRY I WANT TO BUT IT HURTS MY EYES TERRRIBBBLLYYY SOOOOO
YOU ARE RESTRICTING YOUR COMMUNITY BY POSTING WITH THAT TINY ASS FONT!!! FUCK THE AESTHETIC AND JUST POST LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!!!! DONT TELL ME YOU CAN READ THAT CAUSE YOU CANT WITHOUT BURNING ANOTHER CANCEROUS HOLE IN YOUR CORNEA!!!!
the burning question on everyoneâs mind, is john munch the jealous type?
âYou a jealous person, Fin?â
His partner scrunched his nose at the question but didnât immediately shoot it down. He looked around in thought before shrugging his shoulders.
âCan be. I donât like people touchinâ whatâs mine, yâknow?â
Unsatisfied with the answer heâs heard a thousand times before, he merely nodded. Fin narrowed his eyes at the unusually silent man. If John was quiet, it meant his head was loud.
âWhy you askinâ? Some dog pissing on your lawn?â
Unceremoniously, John drops his pen and his head into his hands. âItâs too early for you to be invading my mind with repugnant imagery. Keep your filth to yourself.â
With a snort he couldnât help, Fin continues, âYou started it! What is it, Munch, you getting acquainted with the feeling for the first time?"
Then you came along and introduced him to something worse than mere jealousy.
"Detective!"
John barley glances up from his desk as you're chased down by Officer Peters yet again. The guy was persistent in all the wrong ways, if he focused on his job as much as he did your backside then he might be a half decent cop! You laughed when he told you that. It was a shared desire to keep your relationship under wraps for now, no one but HR needed to know... and Fin, which was a decision he was beginning to regret.
"I get it now." He whispers, leaning further on his partner's desk to watch the scene before them.
"Can I get you a popcorn? Get off my desk!" John hisses, but for once doesn't enforce his words because he's also eavesdropping, just not as painfully obvious as Fin.
Of course he trusts youâ and make no mistake, receiving John Munch's trust was like holding the holy grail in your hands. He knows you won't cheat on him, not like you'd have the time anyways. Morning, noon and night you two are together, be it at work or away from it. He was sure you'd be sick of him by now but he's being proved wrong at every turn. You do little things throughout the day, like leave him snacks or sticky notes, that have him wondering how the hell you two hadn't been caught yet!
"Peters," you sigh knowingly, "do you have the Madison file?"
"Getting to that, don't worry.â It infuriates John how quickly the schmuck dismisses you. No, instead of doing his job, Peters laughs and waves an arm out before he crosses them, âIn the meantime I was thinkin' that we should could go dancing this weekend. Got a few others cominâ so it'd be a group dateâ thingâ totally casual. Stay out late, have some drinks, yâknow, party for once! Whattaya say?â
There it is.
Envy.
Green like jealousy, only it worms deeper and hits all the wrong spots that makes John feel both pissed and vulnerable; an ugly cocktail. Sure, youâre no party animal but most people your age go out, dance, have fun. Instead, you spent your Friday nights sharing takeout in the precinct or on his couch. Dates varied from errands, the bar, going to the bookshop to the occasional (and usually interrupted) dinner at an overpriced restaurant. Munch did it best to spoil you, he did⊠it just never felt like enough. You deserved more than he could give and that feeling was worse than wanting to punch this guysâ lights out.
âNo thanks, Peters. Iâd rather hangout with my boyfriend.â
âBoyfriend?â He echoes, having the audacity to sound offended.
Abruptly the rooms volume drops, letting everyone hear Finâs poorly concealed snickers. John picks his jaw off the floor when you throw a glare his way, acting occupied with paperwork he was supposed to be doing. The faint feeling of triumph at your tiny admission is addicting. He canât stop the smirk that spreads.
Olivia happens to pass by the two at the perfect time, slowing her walk when she catches the gossip.
âA boyfriend, huh?â
Her cheshire grin is aimed right at you. If John didnât know any better, she mightâve been onto you two. But no, if Olivia knew she wouldâve busted his balls for it by now.
Backtracking and trying to catch up to the conversation, Elliot looks around with furrowed brows and suspicious eyes.
âWho has a boyfriend?â He announces even louder, looking at everyone in the room for an answer.
Groaning, you roll your eyes and snap a finger in the officers direction, âGet me the Madison file, Peters, today.â
John sends him a withering glare for making a tsk sound at you.
When you try and walk around the dynamic duo, they block your path and immediately grill you with questions. Yeah, this was exactly why you two didnât want anyone knowing. One day it would probably blow up in your faces and youâd get an earful, but today it was still your little secret.
âWhatâs his name?â Elliot asks as he crosses his arms, taking up that âdisappointed dadâ look.
âSo you can look him up? I donât think so, Stabler.â
Olivia whacks his arm for being so obvious, âWhatâs he like?â
An obscenely perfect smile breaks across your face. You catch your eyes drifting to John and make it look like youâre rolling them again.
âHeâs too smart for his own good, stupidly handsome and worships me like Iâm a god. Total package. We done here?â
You snort and push between the detectives, making your way to your desk. They follow after you like hunting dogs going in for the kill.
âBlasphemy is a dangerous game.â Eliot shakes his head with pursed lips, âI donât like him.â
âGood thing you donât have to share a bed with him, Stabler.â
Oliviaâs laugh has him shooting a glare. He throws his hands up in defeat and walks to his desk, muttering under his breath.
âToo bad youâre off the market,â she winks and lowers her voice slightly, âMunch must be jealous.â
When Olivia left your desk, and Fin left his, the two of you shared a fond, knowing glance.
the older i get and the longer i go without a relationship, the wilder my imagination runs with its fictitious scenarios of trust, bond, betrayal, union, intimacy, and community.
fantasy and reality are one and the same. and itâs exhausting living in a world where seemingly no one can live up to my own imagination.
depravity is the mother of necessity, necessity is the womb of the abused imaginator.
Out there on Earth, there's a man living his life, having no idea that he has helped save an indigenous species light years away from his home planet, all because he killed some guy's twin brother for a few bucks.
i never thought of it this way,,,,this way of the thinking is so beautiful op i love how your brain worksâŠ.this is such a delicious thought thank you for sharing it with us đ„čđ
karma doesnât catch you, it just sends you a man thatâs going through a phase that you went through 3 years ago and healed from, just so you can watch it actively destroy him
iâm healed enough to know i canât change him, but i also wonder if heâs a reflection of my guarded emotionally availabilityâŠ.
why are there so many typos in published booksâŠ..as an editor this is your job to catch these things and EDIT this shit out. you get paid to use your eyes and PROOF-READ HELLLLOOOOO
iâm spooked because why am i reading big-brained material and nearly every-other HEADLINE HAS A TYPO???? THE HEADLINE???? CâMON MAN THIS ISNâT EVEN THE TINY FONT STUFF, THIS SHIT IS IN YOUR FACE JUST BLARING AT YOU đđđ
