SINNERS 2025 | Dir. Ryan Coogler

“WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwise it will die in there.”

— Brandon Sanderson on overcoming writer’s block to create a first draft as a professional author (via almost-always-eventually-right)

“Aye. That, too.”

LITTLE MIX Sweet Melody (2020)

EVERY TIME IS THE LAST TIME written by ganymede_elegy

It starts like this. She’s furious, anger hazing her mind and making her reckless. Reckless enough that she turns and leans across the center console and presses her lips to his. It’s not a good kiss. Her lips are pursed tight, as tense as she is, and he’s also tense, but she doesn’t break it off and soon his eighteen year old boy brain seems to take over and he’s kissing her back. Ok, maybe it starts earlier than that. Maybe it starts when an eight year old Robb brings home a skinny, sullen boy after little league hockey one day. He’s quiet, but Robb loves him and from that day on, Jon Snow becomes a constant figure in her life.

“The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind”

-Rodger kamenetz, from Terra infirma

Fair fight

Tommy Conlon x Reader

Summary: You make sure your sister's abusive ex gets the point this time...

Warnings: mentions of abuse and serious injuries, reader has no mercy for the ex, violence, fluff at the end

You had his attention the moment you loudly entered the gym. Tommy still had good instincts, every source of threat getting on his radar, which left him always hyper-aware of his surroundings.

Wild, searching gaze settled on one of the guys near him and you started to march there. Your body language clearly screaming rage, there was no hesitation to punch the guy in the face the moment he turned to you.

He tried to hit you back but you managed to dodge, not expertly but clearly knowing some form of self-defence. You hit him again, aiming for his nose and the sickening crack could be heard a few feet away too. You definitely weren't going for a fair fight, aiming your strikes to do real damage.

Someone tried to grab you and that's when the subject of your anger caught you off guard. Your head whipped back at the force of the hit but you only blinked a few times in a quick session to shake it off.

After that, your temper only gets worse and you kick high, hitting your target in the face, and sending him down to the floor. The man trying to hold you down also gets a kick but to his knees, making him lose balance as well.

You are on the first guy before anyone else can intervene, hitting where you can while you start to shout at him.

"Not so tough when a girl hits back, huh?"

The comment makes the guys closest to you pause and exchange a look. People started to yell since this whole mess began but there was a moment of stunned silence after that.

Tommy doesn't know what made him move, it's not like he cares about much these days but his feet got him to you before he realised what he was doing.

Someone grabbed your hands from behind, pulling you off that asshole like you weighed nothing. Your back is met with a sweaty chest, your arms locked to your front and your legs trapped between his.

You slowly register that he murmurs soft, calming words but your anger is still burning in you.

"Let me go," you demand.

Squirming and trying to get away only results in a stronger hold. When you try to headbutt him, Tommy takes your wrists in one of his hands and catches you by your chin before your head could reach him.

Trapped in his grasp, you have no way to move. He is basically holding you upright at this point. But when your breathing starts to calm, matching his like he tells you and you go soft in his arms he makes the mistake of slowly letting you go after you assure him that that was it.

"Alright, I'm calm."

You move before he could grab you again and kick the son of a bitch in the stomach as he was heaving on his knees, sending him backwards, lying on the floor again and groaning pathetically.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister!"

Tommy is cursing himself as he pulls you back despite your protests.

"No, no, no. I'm done, I swear."

He throws you over his shoulder without a word and after a nod from Colt, he takes you to the secluded office at back.

"Seriously. Put me down!" You hit and kick him, although lightly, not meaning to hurt him. But taking in the guy, you are pretty sure it wouldn't have much effect anyway.

He lets you down, almost dropping you on the chair, eyeing you for a few seconds like one would a wild animal that could attack them. Whatever he sees is good enough to convince him you won't do anything stupid. Again.

He gets down on one knee before you, slowly reaching for your hands, gingerly hooking his fingers with yours, turning your hand to examine your knuckles.

You flinch when he is reaching up to take a look at your bleeding nose and that makes him pause. Finally, your eyes meet and both of you are shocked by the reflection of hidden emotions.

Looking away first, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed that he, and everyone else in the gym, had seen you so out of it.

He guides your gaze back to him but your eyes are fixed on his full lips instead of his bright eyes while he carefully takes a look at your nose.

He asks you to follow his finger with your eyes and then asks if you feel dizzy or nauseous before gently touching your nose.

"Not broken but it will bruise pretty bad." His voice is soft and you find that the amusement you thought to hear is reflected in his expression. You make the mistake of letting your gaze wander back to his.

He smiles at your gasp, knowing that look and chuckles at your quiet answer.

"Worth it, " you reply to his assessment while he gets a kit and starts to clean up your wounds.

"I'm sure he deserved it but this wasn't a good idea." The tone of the statement and his expectant look told you he wanted to know the reason.

"The cops wouldn't listen to me. He hurt her before, I saw the marks but she always denied it." You sigh deeply, holding back the angry tears that threaten to spill again for the hundredth time today. "They said they'll need her testimony but she is kept in sedation for now..."

You scoff and look away again. Tommy cups your cheek and turns you back, seemingly only to treat take another look at your nose but the soothing brush along your skin tells you otherwise.

He silently encourages you to continue.

"He visited her." You let out a disbelieving laugh. "I saw the flowers and I just lost it. The same flowers he gave her every time after he lost his temper. She took him back every time. I couldn't..."

He stands up, stepping back to walk to the door when he sees the quick panic and the almost pleading look on your face that you surely didn't mean to display. So he graces you with another smile while bends down again and gives you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder.

"I'll quickly clean up then I'll take you back to the hospital...?" At his unsaid question, you give him your name. Earning another hint of a smile as he repeats your name with what could only be called reverence then he turns to leave again.

"Wait," you call after him, making him face you again. "What's your name?'

"Tommy."

It's your turn to smile, hoping your gratitude shows in your expression.

"Thank you, Tommy."

He nods awkwardly then he steps out of the office, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a few minutes and you wonder how this terrible day could bring something good in your life after all.

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Frank usually works through his lunch breaks.

He used to take them as far away from—well, everything—as he could, finding himself a lone edge on the roof or some corner of a vacant floor to eat his meal in relative quiet. But ever since Curt roped him into this management job, everything’s always coming to him whether he likes it or not.

And he doesn’t not like it, as it turns out.

It’s a small construction company, a kind of in-between place for hard-up vets to get work, either settling there or to steady their feet for something else that’s more suited to them. The work feels meaningful in that way. Karen had recently coerced a beat reporter from the Bulletin’s local business section into writing up a piece on them, and the glowing review brought in more and more jobs for his guys. Frank has found it surprisingly gratifying, minus all the paperwork.

So much goddamn paperwork.

He’d never pegged himself for an office space kind of guy. He prefers to be out there, in the midst of things with the others—so he spends most of his days doing just that, saving all that bureaucratic bullshit for his lunch breaks in his office trailer.

He’s heading there now, after a rougher-than-usual morning spent on some stubborn electrical wiring. He thinks of all the other kinds of work waiting for him in his trailer and groans, half-wishing he’d packed a beer with his sandwich today.

He shields his gaze from the midday sun, and then he turns, and he sees her.

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What a dream being in his arms like that 😍 Lucky girl! And so nice to know that he said he's so much like Leo in real life which I think it's true 🤗 ❤️