#shea daniels

[nade2308]

"Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief."

— William Faulkner

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

A03 link

[thephotoregistry]

Daniel Shea

[miamaimania]

"Untitled" by Daniel Shea ☀ The gentle curve of a body refusing to be known ⌓

[cloversclub]

your scent is colored in the sunset light

a malik/jayden wip no one asked for because i'm self indulgent as hell and experiencing withdrawal <3

Malik drops his phone into his lap, turning to watch the scenery flit by out the passenger side window. Jayden is in the driver’s seat, his eyes focused on the stretch of road in front of him, but he’s relaxed, content—tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music has Malik queued up on aux. A pretty gradient of purple and orange hues has started to settle just above the city skyline, and the soft hum of the engine matches the low rumble of tires over uneven road as they cruise. “I think purple’s my favorite color,” Malik says, absentmindedly, still absorbed by the vibrant Lafayette sunset. The comment is trivial, elementary even, but it feels relevant. Feels right, for the moment somehow. Jayden glances at him, just a silent acknowledgement of Malik’s words. A smile spreads, small and thoughtful. “You’re just realizin’ that now?” He looks over again, this time risking a second or so longer than what would probably be deemed acceptable by any standardized driving instruction, and when he continues, his voice is tinged with the tiniest hint of laughter. “I mean, you’re only, what—20 years old?” This pulls Malik from his trance, enough of a challenge in Jayden’s remark to make him snap out of it somewhat. “Stop, J,” he groans, cheeks flushed, “I’m serious.” Then there’s that glance again—Jayden’s grin bright and warm, exuding success, and his eyes crinkling in a way that makes Malik want to smack him just a little bit less. “I’m kidding,” he says, light and easy, drawing out the syllables, “that’s nice.” He still seems amused, but the edge is mostly gone, tone more serious now. Understanding. “It makes sense—LSU boy and all.” Malik raises his eyebrows. “You’re an LSU boy,” he notes. “That mean it’s your favorite too?” Jayden shakes his head, an airy laugh escaping his lips. “Nah, I mean, I guess there’s not really a correlation,” he admits, with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. “Just the first thing that came to mind.” Malik huffs a laugh, head falling back against the rest. But there’s a new image: Jayden, in that alternate purple jersey the Tigers don under the floodlights just once a year—eyes shining and sweat glittering, the shade painting him in something royal. It flashes in his mind, fast and vivid, and wow, he thinks. Get a grip, Leek. It’s a vague suggestion at best. Because the next words that come out of his mouth, however nonchalant, are just as much of a surprise to him as they are to Jayden. “You look good in it, though,” he says, softly. “Could be your color.” There’s a pause, the silence filled only by the car’s constant thrum and whatever song is playing on the stereo. Malik’s chest prickles with uncertainty, heart rate spiking, and his mind scrambles for a way out of this hole he’s managed to dig himself into. “I guess, if you wanted it to be. I don’ know—” he blurts, voice pitched higher than he means, gesturing a bit wild. As if it’ll help explain a less incriminating reality. A sharp exhale. God, what are you doing?

:)

this lost the plot like. unbelievably fast LMAOOO. like it was supposed to be a cute oneshot i think? them going to the arcade feelings realizations getting together yayyy cute!!! but then it um. Grew. and now i'm contemplating whether i turn this into a series or a longfic or. just. idk.

but guys they're so fucking adorable and EREHJDFHFJDSKF pervading my every thought rn so here we are 🤗 i hope this is good! my schedule at school is about to get b b B BONKERS in february sooooo yeah. this is the best time to squeak something out i think. hopefully. praying to my artistic Muse.

[strathshepard]

Doja Cat by Daniel Shea for Present Space, Issue 4: Body via Claire de Rouen books, London

[gordonstanheight]

caught up on righteous gemstones…….. dusty daniels kind of my hero. lived, raced cars, slutted it up with baby billy, generally served cunt, then died. i miss him already

[saleszulu76]

Zeke Lindsey @ Soul Artist Mgmt by Daniel P. Shea, st. Omaima Salem, mua Allie Smith, hair Tamás Tüzes, for Epoch Review, July 2024

[devilish-parrot]

casting youtubers im subscribed to for the very real tally hall movie

and yes i am casting women too because why not

ross - nikki carreon

andrew - evasive (I LOVE HER SO MUCH PLEASE CHECK THEM OUT)

rob - drew gooden

joe - kurtis conner without a mustache

zubin - jarvis johnson

bora - mia cole

casey - danny gonzales

steve - rtgame

mary-kate and ashley olsen - chad chad with different hair colours

shia lebouf - jacksfilms

[steezylad]

[vgmremixtape]

OCR04706: Inscryption: Fear of a Blank Deathcard - minusworld feat. jnWake, Shea's Violin

[Deathcard Cabin, Leshy's Theme, The Moon]

from OverClocked ReMix; more by minusworld here, jnWake here, and Shea's Violin here

song lyrics:

[Verse] moonlight creeping through the haze sunlight haven't seen in days lamplight flashing in their eyes s'alright i'm prob'bly gonna die nightmare not asleep, awake despair feel my body shake elsewhere no one looks for me my prayer divine absentee

[Chorus] torpid eyes belie the guise don't surmise there's someone inside

[Verse] haunted by an early demise not dead i'm just hypnotized sage words barely a disguise to hide there's no one inside hopeless nothing exciting faithless what's there to believe graveless no rest for these bones spineless hitherto unknown

[Chorus 2] vapid ways earn ceaseless praise dearth betrays there's no one inside

[B Verse] trapped inside this prison nothing but decay no. stand up, won't take it i won't waste away ahhh here they come again and again your sins find you again and again ahhh your choices wound again and again again and again, again and again (again and again and again and again, 'gain and again and again, 'gain and again)

[Outro] i i wanna feel alive i wanna feel the sun i wanna see the sky i i know i'm gonna die but i'm gonna try to live this life

[Chorus] gleaming eyes lift toward the sky no disguise there's someone inside

[unproduciblesmackdown]

from katrina rose dideriksen

My heart is very very full. Thank you to everyone who came to see our skit and all those who tuned in tonight from home. #christmas

[nade2308]

"Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone; his own burden in his own way."

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

A03 link

[moviesframes]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

Directed by Joaquim Dos Santos, Kemp Powers, Justin K. Thompson

[ad-j]

WATCHLIST 2023: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

[cloversclub]

what are you working onnn 😊🥰

ahahahaha. aha.

well thank you for asking anon!! <3

so the funny thing with this story is like. i'm incapable of sticking to the Plot. it was initially supposed to be a post nfc championship angst fest for jayden and malik. which it still IS… but also snippets from the entire playoff run. since malik was basically there the entire time and i just. he. they. GOSHHH

i considered being really evil about it and basing it on 'A Pearl" by Mitski. yk. jayden reeling. emotional unavailability. hurt/no comfort. buuut i didn't have the heart to do that LMAO. to give you an idea tho:

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you Sorry, I can't take your touch It's just that I fell in love with a war

anywayyyyy i'm not even entirely sure that malik was in detroit lol but everything else is pretty canon compliant. so enjoy!

Jayden is buzzing. It’s not alcohol-induced, but it's reflective of his environment—electric and alive, a couple of his guys shoved into a corner booth at an eclectic little dive bar for old time’s sake. It’s the same steady vibration that’s been thrumming in his veins for the last few hours, since Jayden stood holding his breath on the sideline, watching as the ball doinked in for a 37-yard game winner. The very first playoff win of his career. The place glows neon, multicolored lights strung along the walls and glinting off their sparkly silver chains like auroras. Jayden is slouched into the striped cushions of his seat, one arm slung lazily around Malik’s shoulders. He and Brian, the more fortunate bunch who don’t have to worry about their liquor consumption at the moment, toss back shots like they’re liquid gold in a glass. “Just one,” Brian says. “No,” Jayden repeats, for what feels like the millionth time tonight, “I can’t be drinkin’ during the season.” “Good thing it’s the postseason,” Brian quips, leaning back smugly. Jayden laughs, the sound short and pointed. “Yeah, for some of us.” Brian and Malik share an offended look. “Tsk, fuck you,” Malik says, pushing Jayden away in jest. Jayden shoves back, earning another warning punch from Malik that says this is one game you won’t win. He lets it slide. Brian moves on from Jayden’s mild taunt quickly enough. He’s back on his shit almost immediately. “One shot, Jay.” Jayden squints, but a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He can give in. Just a little. Just for tonight. He rolls his eyes. “Alright, you’re on."

...

Jayden feels wrecked. Bruised and bloodied and racked bone-deep with exhaustion after the highs of the game have dwindled away—after his mind and body have relinquished all hope of performing a miracle and given way to the pain. And when he stands in his presser, the words barely come, rasping in his throat like something he doesn’t recognize. But it’s no secret how they ended up here, why he now has to face the cameras knowing better than anyone that they’ve just blown it big. Turnovers, penalties, miscues. Lazy execution. The team had played like this wasn’t the most important game of the year, like this wasn’t the goddamn NFC Championship, like they didn’t have a chance to do something historic, like— Like they really were the underdogs. Like maybe they never really had a chance at all.

...

“You killed ‘em, Jay,” Malik says, shaking his padded shoulders like it’s the only way to make Jayden feel the gravity of it. He sways with the motion, stumbling back a step. “Stop,” Jayden groans, his smile big and bright, too proud to really pretend otherwise. Tonight was a fever dream. They’d walked into the lion’s den, literally, and now they were leaving victorious. A decisive 45-31 win on the road against the number one seed in the conference. Against the odds. “I know... this is pretty crazy, huh?” Malik doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself up, planting a kiss right on Jayden’s mouth. “Fucking wild,” he says, then kisses him again, this time on his cheek, right under the cut that’s beginning to heal over. “I can’t believe you.” Jayden raises an eyebrow. “You were doubtin’ us?” Malik slaps his chest, brushing the grass-stained burgundy of his jersey. He scoffs. “Nah, that’s not—you know that’s not what I mean.” “No?” Jayden laughs, low and amused. “What, then?” “Jayden,” Malik says, grabbing at Jayden’s still slightly sweat-slick forearms. His eyes are glittered with awe, his expression soft at the edges. “This is incredible.”

the hurt/comfort part has yet to be written, otherwise i'd include some. but who knows hmmm maybe it'll get done this weekend. i have tonight... and tmrw. not exactly thrilled about the sb matchup so maybe i'll lock in on this :)

[gordonstanheight]

just found out shea whigham is also in f1 (2025) like that’s 3 different race car related things now (dusty daniels in the righteous gemstones, fast & furious 2009) so like…… this must be more than coincidence how does he feel about racing

technically 4 if you count ray from vice principals and his bikes like it’s not a car but it’s still racing .. The man has a need for speed somebody must ask him about it i’m connecting the dots

sorry i’m excited so that’s street car racing, stock car racing, open wheel single seater racing, motocross, and technically i guess the horses in vice principals too. he’s quite literally collecting them all