I wonder if it does that every time?

Don’t touch the dial now, w̛̭͎̪̗̼̺̲͘e͏̴̰̬͙̳͡ͅ’̞̬͍̙͈̲̘̱r̙e̝͇͘ ̟͜͠j̸͜҉̦̜u͓̣͞͝s̞͚͕͟͜͢t̳̗̭̣̟͚̩͢ ̵̝̙͈͝g̬͍͢e͔̤̘̩̝͠t̢͙͙͠t̤͓͓į̸̘̬̼n̶͚̣̘̻̪̯͓͞ͅg̣̙̬̱͜ ̥͎̺̳̮͈͔͓s̯̳͕̬̰͟͟ͅt̢̖̥a̢̮̜͈͕̮̯̰ͅr̶͏͈̲̭̞ț̠̹̬̬͔͢e̖̦̹̹ḑ̶͏̤̠.̸҉̟͙̫

chyrstis:

Okay, after rambling about it for forever and a day (and many furious nights of typing), here’s a stab at a Saints-style Prohibition AU! Hopefully one of a few set in this time frame too, inspiration willing.

I’m just going to give many, many thanks to Kakumei for letting me ramble in her inbox while putting this together, and also for the edits done by her, HunnybadgerV (thank you for using that red pen with gusto), and Pierceaholic, because this was pretty damn hefty in its first incarnation. And it’s second. And it’s third…

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Don’t forget tonight, tomorrow

He’s doing his job, Troy tells himself as he stares at the fleur on the bottom of his lighter, and seeks them out on those late nights, time and time again. Only that, and nothing more.

Also at AO3 and ff.netHere’s a lovely song to go with it too.

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keelahsomethigh:

ok but like, if it wasnt kinzies birthday johnny probably wouldnt have let her come which means johnny was absolutely ready to fucking go into Hell alone with presumably no plan other than ‘murder my way to satans house and save the boss’ 

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"My name is Guildenstern and this is Rosencrantz. I’m sorry - his name is Guildenstern and I’m Rosencrantz."

You know, it’s weird… people inside were bettin’ how long I’d last. When I was first busted, guards were always tryin’ to put me in the ground. After Troy became Chief of Police, it all stopped. Troy must be more forgiving than I am.
Johnny Gat to the Boss, Saints Row 2 (via pierceaholic)
3-sentence fic prompts, anyone?

twistedsinews:

nihilnovisubsole:

pierceaholic:

Send me a pairing (doesn’t have to be romantic) + a prompt (a setting, a word, etc).

been working on a drawing that wore my hand out so I need to take a break

go for it

Yo.

Welp. There goes my willpower.