#jerseysass

That being said we begin.

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The First I will mention is @brooklynislandgirl: Turtle is my everything. She is my best friend, my sister, my advice giver, my mentor, and my role model. She never fails to come to my aid when I need her. She is kind, she is sassy, she is sarcastic. And most of all she is there for me when I need her the most. She never gets the credit she deserves. Not nearly as much praise gets sent her way. But I know that I can’t wait to sing her achievements even when she doesn’t want me to. 

Why, because she is the best thing in my life and I would never have come back to Tumblr if it wasn’t for her. I have tried in the past and never got my feet under me. But now, I have had the best four years of role playing and getting to know some amazing people. All because we came here together. She is the Lilo to my Stitch. The Sun rise to my Sunset. The Ying to my Yang. She keeps me balanced and I woe her more than I could ever repay her. 

The Second I will mention is @riggsanity / @jerseysass / @goodlawman: This beautiful Mun has a way of bringing her Muses to life. To giving them more depth and substance than they had before. In every post you can hear what Muse that she is writing, swearing they stepped off the screen and where writing themselves into posts. This is a hard thing to do and yet, they have mastered the art of it. 

And if you need a positive spot in your life, this is a person you need. She is always kind and I can’t thank her enough for lifting my spirits when things got too dark. Need to scream about headcanons? Want to swap ideas? just need to talk to someone. Come to her she will always be there. 

The Third I will mention is @stevenjmcgarrett​ / @diazxeddie: Speaking of positive, this amazing person is new to my life, but I can’t imagine what it would be like without her. She is always ready to start a thread. She bright, bubbly, funny, and one of the most interesting people I know. We have so much in common that it blows my mind. And the kindest, sweetest person that leaves me feeling better about life. 

I suggest that if you need someone to chat with, one of the best to do it. She always has a story at hand that will leave you smiling. And so welcoming that you never feel out of place. 

The Fourth I will mention is @whosxafraid: My bird. One of my closest friends, and one of the first people who was willing to give my Muse a chance. There is so much I want to say that I can’t even put into words. I can only hope that I have brought her as much cheer as she brings to me. I can’t thank you enough for the last four years. Four can you believe that?

The way this Bird writes is gorgeous. There is nothing that isn’t pure creativity. And yet reading it is like being inside of someone else’s head. Having a front row seat to the thoughts and feelings that my not be expressed. It takes your breath away and the devotion to writing an accent is dumbfounding. To have the courage to stick to your style and never give into the demands of others. It just leaves  you wanting more.

With love, 

  The Pheasant of Positivity, 

“You two should provide popcorn when you have your couple’s quarrels.” 

-whale noises-

I DON’T HAVE THE APPROPRIATE ICON TO USE TO REACT TO THIS BECAUSE TONY DOESN’T CRY AND THERE ARE TEARS ON MY FACE.

I love you, darling. 

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It hurts. A familiar sort of agony, that comes with your insides being on proverbial…or perhaps literal fire. That radiates from the iron rod that’s run him through. That’s cleaved his heart almost in two. Because better him than Penguin right? Better he get hurt. Better he shoulder the pain–because there isn’t anyone that’s really counting on him. Isn’t anyone that won’t grow up with out a father, because he didn’t come home tonight.

But maybe also it’s selfishness that moved him. Maybe it’s a little of putting himself first. Because how could he live with himself if he hadn’t? How could he deal with the pain of losing the person he loved, because for all his supernatural powers–he hadn’t been there when it counted? So here he is…here they are. The enemy nothing short of ash and cinders, because Bastian had bought time for Danny to react.

And he can’t help the way his body shakes. Can’t help the way he claws at his own skin, the way his hands sizzle and scream when he tries to pull out the cursed metal. But it’s eating away at his strength, eating away at him. And he flounders. Something primal ripping from his throat, that is both utter frustration and flesh rending pain.

But then there’s another set of hands. Ones unaffected by the thing that is going to take his second life from him. And he can’t stop what happens next. Wouldn’t even if he could. The squelching tear drowned out by the howl that reverberates through the warehouse. That comes second to the clang of iron meeting concrete. That fills his ears and rattled the deepest parts of him, as he falls still against the earth.

And this feeling…it isn’t new is it? The feeling of every beat of his heart, pouring a bit more of him all over the place. Of that particular shade of nothingness, gathering around the edges of his sight. And he knows, always has, that he’s been living on borrowed time. That he should have died that night in the alley, but hadn’t. But there is no good willed vampire lurking in the shadows of this place. There’s no savior. There’s just him…him and the person he’s no regrets dying to protect. 

Well maybe one, regret. That he won’t be here, to watch his mate grow old. That he won’t be here, to protect him anymore. To keep him warm when it’s cold. To snarl and snap at the world when it plays dirty. That he won’t be here, to be the home Danny had become for him.

And shaky though it is, a hand finds a home against a cheek. Blue unfocused but managing to lock on a similar shade. A hitch of lips because yeah…he’s gonna….

          “Don’ f’get me…”

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Danny’s an asshole. He’s a self-righteous asshole that can’t do anything wrong and needs to make everyone look like a pathetic ass.

He has to go and be the hero while the rest of us can barely keep a job.

He’s also stupid enough to fall for a woman that keeps hurting him, so he’s not that perfect after all.

Anyways, he’s my brother. And yeah, he’s a good brother, and I love him, but he’s still an asshole.

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He’s not expecting it.  They’re sitting out in the back, some steaks on the grill, Danny inside making up a salad because he insists he brings a bit of home with him where ever he is.  And Steve doesn’t mind -- the greens, nor the company.  And Bridget had been in town for the last few weeks, taking a much needed break from home. He’s never been married, thought about it once - so he’ll never know that battle of when things don’t work out.  She seems to be taking it better than Danny, though.  Who is so terribly worried for her he probably won’t sleep well and come in to work irritable. 

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