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[visceralprayers]

" don't you know that you should never sit on another man's bike? not unless you're riding bitch, " jonas pointed out, leaning against the wall of the bar as he looked over the person who'd helped themselves to a his bike seat, " be thankful it isn't one of my lesser patient friends. "

[obiwong]

Has anyone done this yet?

[yeonjune]

hfgdgfhjfgj 😂

[thcophagy]

open to: anyone.

featuring: jonas lane, twenty six, bisexual, paperboy.

plot: young and bored in the southern gothic-esq town of tombstone, jonas spends most of his time trying to find ways to entertain himself. on a warm summer's day, he has convinced your muse to go skinny dipping with him to try and cool down.

tombstone was an impossible town, but if you knew where to look, then you could find the secret beauties it tried to hide from the complacent lot. the sun was always relentless, beating down to make the old pavements burn, old asphalt almost bubbling under the heat no matter the time of year. never cold, never shielded, yet everyone always woke up and said the same thing: would you look at that weather? jonas had long since grown bored of the ease to which everyone had grown to accept strangeness as mundanity, but what else was there to do? their town was weird, but never weird enough to leave, even if there was never anything do to. it was a particularly hot day when he had decided to make his way down to the lake out back behind farmer callahan's cabbage field, the one that people tried to avoid on account of the rumours- but what harm could a rumour come to do to him that heatstroke couldn't do first? on the way he'd grabbed the first pretty face he saw making their way down the opposite path away from his destination, convinced them with some sweet talking and the promise of a beer later at the bar. everyone knew everyone in town, but that didn't mean folks liked to talk to each other much, jonas surely didn't have many people he could call friends just laying around. "what? you shy or somethin'?" once at the lake, he had started stripping down almost instantly, throwing his shirt and jeans off till he was left in just his boxers. he shot a narrowed look in their direction and tilted his head in amusement. "just us and the fishes, darlin', don't worry." with that, he hooked his fingers around his waistband at tugged off his boxers, throwing them into the growing pile alongside his clothes and boots.

[stalkist]

open to: females. plot: inspired by this gif. if we want an added twist, he can be a fake c*p and is seeing what he can get away with in his stolen / borrowed uniform. connection: stranger, or anything else welcome. please don't like this starter and make sure you read my banned fcs.

pulling in behind them as they park up in response to his siren, male's lit up by the headlights of his patrol car as he strolls the short stretch of road to their vehicle. in the dead of night like this, should be careful and practice caution, but considering who he eyed at the wheel, jonas isn't too worried about what might be awaiting him. rapping upon driver's side window as direction for them to lower it, clears his throat to greet with a smile, “ evening there, ma'am. you know why i stopped you ? ”

[dragneto]

Title: Die Geständnisse des Pfarrers Fandom: Dark (2017) Pairing(s): Hanno Tauber/Elisabeth Doppler; Hanno Tauber/Jonas Kahnwald; Hanno Tauber/Elisabeth Doppler/Jonas Kahnwald Word Count: 20,006 Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Tags: Diary/Journal, During Canon, Post-Apocalypse, Missing Scene, Character Study, Introspection, Crisis of Faith, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Angst, Canon-Typical Existentialism

Summary: In the secret lodge belonging to the society of travelers known as Sic Mundus there sits upon a pedestal an untitled book, its plain binding worn with use and its pages filled with accounts of a time long past.

read the fic on AO3

[itsawsten]

——- Dude, wanted to come and say my super as late congrats on your engagement. how's it feel ? are y'all making any wedding plans currently or riding that sweet engaged high ? also, miss you, dude, how's shit been ? ( @notnickj )

[inferrnos]

𐙚‧ "where is your childlike sense of wonder, bro?" / @luvticon

[petesdavidscn-archive]

Did you manage to survive your awkward roommate situation and make it back home in one piece? @jajns

[elcrdi-archive]

I saw the roommate list and noticed you're a third wheel in your room. If you ever need someone to hang out with to get away for a bit, just let me know. We can go for drinks and see what kind of trouble we find in the city together. @jajns

[visceralprayers]

jonas had been waiting for this moment for the past four years, granted he'd only served four of a six year sentence, but it was all bullshit charges to begin with. he stepped out of the yard and glanced around, grinning as he made his way out onto the main road. his smile faded after a moment, he really didn't know what to do now.

[crowns-and-claws]

It was indeed a spontaneous proposal. Although Jonas had been thinking about how to do it, the words just came naturally. He would’ve loved to do something romantic for her like proposing after a date night or taking her to the beach and get down on one knee but still liked that he was able to surprise her. He didn’t even have a ring though but shopping for it together would fun. “I am”, he said calmly. His eyes met hers again and he knew. It was the confirmation that it was exactly what he wanted. “I imagined doing it at the beach after a picnic and I know that sounds cliché but you deserve the best. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and romancing you. Candice Riley, will you marry me?”

Candice looked up into his eyes. She could see he was being sincere. He was being real. Her heart beat quickly in her chest and she felt completely warm. She felt loved. "I don't need a beach. I don't need a candlelit dinner. I don't need pomp and circumstance. I just need you, Jonas." she smiled. "I just need you saying you love me and that you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Jonas Chang, I will marry you. I will marry you today. I will marry you tomorrow. I will marry you always." Candice took his hands in her face and smiled with tears in her eyes. "I love you." she whispered as she leaned in and kissed him.

@goodvibesandsunglasses

[theoogtree]

My dad's most toxic white person trait apart from steaming broccoli plain and then eating it with cold mayonnaise straight from the fridge is that he is currently right now in this exact moment and has been all week rereading the Twilight books for at least the 6th or 7th time

[thcophagy]

@supercutts liked for a starter:

it was lucky that jonas didn't mind being seen as somewhat of a miscreant because there was no way in hell he was escaping that label, not unless he changed his name and moved to a new city, but even then he couldn't get rid of his temptation for trouble. life had always been too boring for him, he had to figure out his own ways to spice things up and finding someone pretty to pester had always been his preferred method. some were easier going than others and enjoyed his whirlwind ways while he was seen as unnecessary chaos to a certain few, though as long as he had a good time at the end of the day none of that really mattered. it'd been a long day bathing in the sun, getting into further states of undress to properly soak up the warmth and to tempt other kinds of fun. he hadn't gotten lucky yet, which was unusual, but there was still plenty of time to get what he wanted. jonas, with a look of concentration firm on his soft features, pulled out a tied cherry stem from his mouth and tangled it over the face of his companion. "see? told you, ain't that difficult. you just gotta put the work in- have a good strong tongue and all that." he grinned and leaned up on his arm to get a better look at them from where they laid beside him. "go on, now you've gotta give it a try."

[localroleplayrat]

👁️👁️

my muse santiago !

(Muse has been changed to Adrian.)

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He was, simply put, unable to look away. Jonas usually kept to himself, save for when someone was an asshole.. but that's not the case here. It was quiet. It was broad daylight, the sun was warm, really just a beautiful day.

And here, in the park, sitting on the bench across from him, was perhaps the most handsome man he'd seen in a long while. Well dressed, well kept, everything about that man exuded an energy that was hard for Jonas to ignore.

Until he was caught staring, that is. Their eyes met. Jonas blinked, quickly tearing his gaze off of the other man. He didn't speak a word, but the nervous hand that came up to scratch at his jaw was plenty proof of his guilt.

[caracarnn]

@leschanceux -  🐉

Coming here was perhaps the wrong thing to do. Following one's dreams as prophecy was also something that he shouldn't rely on so heavily. Only, he knew that he had a mission, something that had to be done. Maybe it was helping The Young Wolf? As he had heard him be called in these parts. The War of the Five Kings. Maybe Rand had crossed the Narrow Sea none too early? But Robb Stark had a just cause and Rand was sure that siding with him, letting his Clan fight for the North wasn't the wrong thing at all. He threaded his way through the men in the camp and found himself at Robb's tent. "Your Grace..." he hadn't known that was the way to greet men like Robb until just this week. People didn't greet one another so formally in the Red Waste. "...Might I...have a word?"