#i am thinking about John rn........

[dizzybizz]

please consider jellyfish john,, for me 🥺?

[beans-core]

Need more content of Remus being all wolfy near the full moon — but not like a “snappy, protective, always in pain” type of wolfy. That’s amazing and angsty and I’m all for it. But also hear me out.

More of “I just growled at a cat on instinct but I’m pretty sure it was McGonagall what do I do”

“I almost just howled during a lecture because I heard something else howl from in the forest, it was so embarrassing please put me out of my misery”

“Moony wants me to pee on that tree but I absolutely will not and now I have a headache existence is hell”

“I need to chew on something like right now but my fingernails are pleading for mercy”

“The excuse for why I shook off the water like a wet dog and didn’t do a drying spell is that I forgot, okay?”

Basically, the small things that are still annoying and embarrassing, but not as bad as “I’ve got lots of deep scarring and chronic pain :(” because there’s probably more to being a werewolf than just the downright awful bits, right?

[fiendishartist2]

nvm turns out i just bring more tma doodles

(image 1): "maybe if i pretend to have a nervous breakdown elias will let me leave" "i think im in love with my boss"

(image 2): "DRUGS GIVE ME DRUGS GIVE ME DRUGS-" "can you feel the love tonight~"

[amandabe11man]

alison and adam are the only ones in the movie who refer to lawrence by his first name. one of them is his wife and the other is??? on the same level as his wife?? adam and lawrence relationship CANON

[clerk427]

Tags rant

no general theme i just want to yell about stuff

will delete later i think

Upd. I am doing better but won't delete it because archiving purposes and I like to reread stuff like that as diary entries and think "haha what a feeble minded fool i was"

[mvnces]

in the story decker hears sobieski die due to the wolf’s attack making his radio go off as he’s being killed and-

[ziracona]

I’m actually I think maybe more mad about the treatment Ethan got in that film. People talking about him like he’s James Bond and I will not stand for it. He’s never disrespected or diminished a female agent and he’s NEVER let a GF die not even in MI2 which was so bad it was retconned (unless I guess you count MI OG?? Like I wouldn’t but). He’s just nice. Benji has played damsel in distress more than anyone in the series. Furious they would even TRY to paint him that way.

[lorephobic]

pages tonight was so fun i think it cured me

[paging-possum]

Where’s the pic of the person gripping shoulders ripping things asunder wrecking destroying going crazy. Me rn.

[thedeadthree]

🥀✨🗡

[farshores]

do you think each province have their own spin to Pride parades or is it all one big similar thing?

I feel it’s the former, with certain gods of the area’s respective pantheon(s) making appearances via imagery n sort (i.e. Dibella, Azura, perhaps Malacath - going off some hcs i remember seeing...maybe Akel? being gods/forms/etc. honored or praised), but with the spread of the Empire’s influence, they start to follow a similar set up?

[thanksfortheflaglove]

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[acabspocky]

John Sheppard in a f302 makes me absolutely fucking feral. I want in that cockpit immediately. I will shred his flight suit with my teeth

[loverboybrightsideghost]

is anyone else kind of losing it over john and yellow being one and the same or is it just me

[deanzgrace]

listen. listen I love bloody!dean so much but my brain is ITCHING for an Arthur Morgan layout because I'm so close to the end of red dead 2 and I miss that silly man

[tojisun]

sun, i am on my knees begging while typing rn. PLEASEEEEEE HURT DBF!SIMON BACK. he has hurt reader and gotten away with it tooooo many times

im kinda zooted rn but

beg more, sweet thing.

okok but im feeling mean rn and i do want simon to start regretting. i wonder if it’ll take seeing john price treating his girl right for him to snap out of it. imagine if he got blindsided. if simon assumed that you would never look for affection somewhere else, not because you’re unlovable—dear gods, you are the perfect girl—but because what you needed was someone like simon. someone older, someone who provides for you, who spoils you. but simon got complacent. he thought that sprinkles of affection are enough.

but they aren’t, are they? yes, the thrill had been addicting but you’ve gotten too soft. too in love. you’ve forgotten that this should have been temporary, forgotten that simon isn’t one for commitment. you thought you would continue to be trapped in that endless cycle of eating the scraps of simon’s affection; living off of a passion that gets easily snuffed out.

then, john came along. beautiful and rugged and ‘old man’ john. john whose eyes are a storm as they gazed at you; whose hands have never strayed closer, only swiping your hair away or drying the tears staining your cheeks; whose words are short and curt but gentle and soft, and you realized that the timbre of his voice fills you up with want.

john who strapped his helmet on yours and plopped you on the back of his harley before dropping you off at your dorm. john who didn’t ask for anything—not your number, not a chance to climb up with you to your room. he did not even ask if you were going to be alright—john knew you wouldn’t be, and he rather stay silent than ask you to lie to him.

you felt so out of your element as you stood there, trembling, looking at him.

“i-…thank you,” you said.

john said don’t worry about it. said don’t forget to drink lots of water because crying can cause dehydration, and don’t forget to grab a chew because he heard your stomach grumble on the ride home. you don’t tell him that you are starved for something else so you nod and climb upstairs to your room, thinking that was the last you would see john.

but john isn’t the type to let what he loves slip from his grasp so he began to fill your days. he’s always there when simon can’t—doesn’t—come, filling up the hole in your heart one fragment at a time. always there to distract you from the yawning in your chest. always there to listen to you, to watch you, to spoil you.

he smells of ozone and burnt rubber and petrol. he has weary lines on his face and unimaginable exhaustion buried within his irises. he has scars on his palms and his forearms and on his knees. and yet, he is gorgeous to you. so gorgeous.

john’s the one who tells you he loves you first. you don’t say it back. not yet. he understands.

then, simon confronts him. asks what he’s doing with you; why is he driving you around in his harley; why is he picking you up from uni.

why is he putting a wedge between you and simon?

john downs his bourbon and rumbles, “cause i love her.”

and simon fumbles because—