#jonesy head is empty

[desertangels70s]

[sutjak]

My Season 12 of Letterkenny bc I am underwhelmed by the actual thing :^]

- conflict between Darry and the Hicks can stay, I think that arc was important

- god please let Katie date a girl omg please god please

- BRING GAE BACK and skids move back to the city forever bc they actually thrived there

- Darry x Bonnie or Darry x Anik, either would have been nice

- Rosie moving to Vancouver makes sense so that can stay, the break up would have more dialog tho

- Devon comes back for a short time, gives some closure for his disappearance

- Jocks move onto bigger, better, more homosocial pastures

[faetedforglory]

@turnecoat said: kitty noooooooooo

jonesy really said he was gonna take colress out i guess

[fluffy-little-demon]

ayo (if you feel like it) write a fanfic about your fav slasher's reaction to y/n stealing their shit like a lil goblin rat; could be a shirt, a jacket, a fav dessert, their hat etc, etc lol

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 I hope this is ok and you like it 💕

I did Rusty Nail, Bo Sinclair and Michael Myers (I had peepaw in my head but I guess you could read this for any version)

Rusty and Bo call the reader baby Bo also calls the reader a little minx

Rusty Nail

Gif by @tinalbion

Rusty had put his jacket on the couch momentarily while he went to fetch his phone from upstairs. He came back down and went to grab his jacket only to find it had gone. Rusty chuckled to himself as he walked towards the kitchen where you were making a cup of tea.

"Baby could I have my jacket back please I gotta go."

"But I'm freezing and this is really warm plus it smells like you."

"I could just stay here but then we wouldn't have anything to eat"

"Can't I just come with you. Pleasee?" Giving your best puppy dog eyes.

Rusty rolls his eyes pretending to be annoyed "well come on then, hurry up and put some shoes on."

You quickly but carefully poured your tea into a travel mug to drink on the drink into town. Putting your shoes on while Rusty went upstairs to get another jacket.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had come back home from working in the gas station to have some lunch. He was in the middle of making a sandwich when he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Hey baby" he says as he turns around in your grasp to kiss your forehead. "You had any food yet?"

"No, I was planning on taking some and Jonesy to that lake in the forest."

"M'kay, just be careful"

"I will" you place a quick kiss on his lips before making your own sandwich. You also pick up a packet of crisps and a can of pop.

"I'mma get back to work, ya gonna be ok?"

"I'll be fine honey" giving him a sweet kiss before taking his hat off his head and it on yours.

"Oi ya little minx, that's mah hat"

"I gotta go byeee" you wave as you walk out the door.

Michael Myers

Michael was looking around for the new hoodie you brought him last week. He had checked the bedroom, the entire wardrobe and the drawers had been emptied, their contents lying all over the floor. He had checked the washing basket. Picked it up and emptied it on the bathroom floor. His hoodie wasn't there either. Michael walked into the living room to ask if you knew where it was, only to find you curled up on the couch wearing the exact hoodie he was trying to find. Michael let out a sharp of air out of his nose before deciding to lie down on the couch and pull you on top of him.

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[eldritch-spouse]

I imagine Mother will just order angels to hold us by force so she could breed us, if we keep cockblocking her

Just think of four angels hold us by the arms and legs, like a rabid cat at the vet during an examination

TW: Noncon.

And the worst part is, at that point, your copulation has become a sort of public spectacle.

Sure, no one's there to make fun of you, quite the contrary, you're being congratulated and hailed as a living treasure -Which might just be worse than mockery- But Mother understood your concerns. She was willing to extend sacrifices for the sake of gaining your favor. She would promise to make the occasion of your joining a private one, hidden from the eye of her beloved followers and servants. She would do things the human way, if it meant having your cooperation and love.

But she supposes maybe you don't deserve want that after all, do you?

Four guardians hold your limbs, petting them, cooing, all collectively shushing your concerns, lacing their fingers with yours. Jonesy holds your head in his lap, murmuring how blessed you are in spite of your attitude, whispering sweet nothings, willing you to let yourself become Mother's, let yourself rise to a sacred role under her watchful eye, all the while an archangel with a skilled tongue works between your legs, their mouth the sweetest torture as your clit is rolled and sucked and they stop to kiss around your lips everytime you start getting close.

All of these angels are taking immense pleasure from this. You've learned that they're more akin to a hive than merely individuals. They'll do anything to please Miara, to pleasure her- And, by extension, you. Getting to prepare you for the first meeting of passions is a job many, many angels in Miara's island squabbled over. These lucky few are over the moon to be chosen. Wherein you might be sobbing and furious, they're trembling in arousal and anticipation. Some of them moaning, chirping in helpless pleasure as they watch you surrender to hormones, though never once touch themselves.

They can't. They haven't been allowed to. All that matters now is getting you sufficiently receptive to welcome Mother.

And, when Miara does join you, they can hardly keep themselves quiet, cheering for you with all the joy the world could hold while the guardians part your legs and Jonesy shifts to frame your glistening pussylips, spread them for his shrunken siadar's use.

Mother offers you a goddess' kiss when her fat cock stretches its way inside you, touching everything, leaving imprints on your body that you know will remain there forever, as evidence of this ritual. The celestials present peck and pet you, chittering sweetly as soon as she bottoms out.

Between Miara's gentle moans, the hands threading through your hair, the cooing, the fingers on your tits, hips, ankles -You don't even know who's pinching your poor clitoris anymore- It's hard to ignore what's happening, to distance yourself from these people, this fate that's been dealt upon you, from the active warping of your mind as empty words and soothing sensations erase your sanity.

What mere mortal mind could ever survive a god's lust?

You don't know what made you cum, or for how long you stretched out of your own skin, arched like a bow. All you know is that the archangel's slurping the area where Mother's shaft plows into you with a vengeance and you're going to start speaking in tongues if they don't stop. Adoring eyes look down upon you from all sides, your vision spins into different shapes and colors the more you're bounced by the higher's ardor.

Surprisingly, it's not the sensation of Miara's seed bloating your small body that causes you to freeze in primal terror.

It's feeling the last few remnants of resistance drown in her depraved love as your face softens, screaming inwardly when a content smile settles on your lips and your eyes glaze-

Forever lost to the world at large.

[small-sinclair]

A dabble for @crumb because you wanted some Lester Sinclair fics.

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Rocking back and forth in his rocking chair on the porch with a mug of tea and honey. Silently, he watched the rain fall down and listened to it hit the tin roof. He takes in the sweet smell of rain and of the swamp around him, feeling relaxed.

“Dada!” A little boy called out. Lester turns in time to pick up his son and sit him on his lap. He wore too big of a rain hat and rain boots with fronts on them. His son giggles. “Rain! Rain!”

“That’s right, lil frog,” Lester said with a bright smile. “That’s rain.”

His son looks out at the swamp and curls into his father. He feels his heart melt around his son as he kisses his forehead. “Did Mama sent ya?”

He nods, his eyes looking at the rain with awe. “Yep! She saids you hav’ta wash!”

From behind, he hears his new baby girl crying through the screen door. He glanced behind him and he feels his heart stop. He sees you, his beautiful wife, rocking the child back and forth. You glance up and smile at him. To him, this was his world, his reality.

“Okay, let’s go wash up, froggie!” Lester hugged his son tighter because he didn’t want to let go. Not just yet. “I promise I’ll always love ya, Anthony.”

“I love you, too, Dada.” His hugs him tightly as they watch the rain together.

…….

Lester jerks his head up and looks around the room. He’s alone in his empty bed, Jonesy at his feet. He could hear the static in the rain on his roof as he lays back on his bed. He grips his blankets as tears started to fall.

You weren’t there. You haven’t been there for three months. So… why? Why can’t you let him sleep for once? Leave his mind alone for a single night so he could just sleep! He hates you. He loves you. He wants needs you.

Oh, how sweet his nightmares could be.

[devil-doll13]

Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

[kasiawo]

I love your tattoo au idea!

So, do you have a map/references of Lester’s tattoos? What’s his first tattoo and piercing? For his shoulder, I would imagine he was raccoon paw prints, or Jonesy’s paw over his heart.

What about Bo? What are his tattoos? I imagine him with a “family tree” on his back with his parents and his siblings names, leaving empty spots if they get married and have kids.

Does Vincent have a twin tattoo with Bo? What would it be? I imagine him with Vincent von Gohu’s ‘Stary Night’ on his shoulder, or has Greek Mythology tattoos (because he made some figures of them in the movie).

Thank you for the answer and have a good day! I really love the au idea and it makes me wanna write it!

Thank you!!! sketchy-rosewitch made a text post about a Tattoo Au with House of Wax so it got stuck in my head and I wanted to draw something related to that. (Also sorry for the cut off tattoos here, I only drew what was visible for the most part lol)

I basically worked on Lester's tattoos organically, thinking what his brothers as amateur tattoo artists would practice with before starting their careers and went from there lmfao, especially the tattoo under the barbed wire on his neck, i wanted to imply he has some cheesy 90's tribal there lmfao. But I do love the idea of the paw prints because he 100% would have them. The pinup is sort of a parody of Paris Hilton from her final scene in the film as an american pinup. The cherry skulls are supposed to represent Bo and Vincent too. 

For Bo my main idea was like, him being the one to "carry the legacy of the family name on" so a big "Sinclair" tattoo on his chest made sense to me. I also liked the idea that maybe Trudy had done his first tattoos on his arms and I wanted him to have a complex relationship with her so he decided to blackout the tattoos she'd done on his arms as a sort of "fresh slate" for himself. The family tree idea for his back is hurting my heart and I love that omggggggg

Vincent should 100% have twin tattoos with Bo! Both probably arguing over how big or intricate they should be or if they should be matching. And I totally agree that he'd have some very fancy artsy tattoos that he did and Bo finished up what he couldn't reach. I think he would be the only colour tattoo artist as well, which Bo feels a little jealous as his style would probably be mostly black and grey. 

Honestly ty for this ask! And if you do want to write about tattoo au stuff please send me a link, I would love to read it!!!! 

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

*falls through roof with a suit on and paper in hand* “ Hello, I would like to request child reader being a prank master on April fools day (basically like Luan loud form the loud house) thank you” *exits* -🪱anon

I have no idea because I'm not good at pranks and I have no idea who luan or what the loud house is but I'll try my best.

Requests not currently open! Trying to empty my inbox.

Slashers with master pranker kid! Reader

Michael

Hates it lowkey.

The last thing he wants after coming home is seeing you on the floor with (fake realistic) blood all around your body.

Almost went on a rampage that day.

Although doesn't really care about your pranks unless it's targeted towards him which is 90% of the time, maybe if its a special evening where he's feeling silly he'll indulge in your pranks. I can confirm the victims have shitted their pants, I was the pants.

Finds your skills to be quite helpful in certain situations. You two get stolen candy after that.

Sinclair brothers

You shocked and successfully pranker them all. Maybe a little too well.

Bo wasn't happy when you sneaked in and put an airhorn in his shoes while he was asleep, getting a jumpscare is the last thing you need after waking up. Out of pettiness he'll get back at you, and by that I mean he'll put whatever insect or small wild life he found, under your bedsheets. He apologies later, though you make a mental note to be more harsh next April.

Vincent lost all his motivation to do art right after when he accidentally drank your cup of bleach you were planning to use on something. (it was actually water with a bit of sour funky smell) man's was panicking when you told him, he thought he was going to die since he chugged more than half of it. Calmed down after you told him the truth, he was relieved but also quite upset. (he may or may not try to prank you too)

Lester was almost sobbing when you told him you lost Jonesy (she was in the trunk of his car sleeping in a pile of blankets) you didn't think he would take it this far, you had better pranks in mind. Was literally quite yelling for her and drove around too busy to realise her (Jonesy is busy taking her beauty sleep) and then spotted some of her fur on the dumpster of roadkill ( earlier, Jonesy was shedding and you decided to throw it at the clump of roadkill nearby). And then the worst possible scenario crept up inside his head even though it didn't make sense, eventually the whole family got involved and you decided not to know anything and tell them that you found her in the back of Lester's trunk. Bo knows though.

Aahrhehe sorry this took soo long andwas sooo short but I had so much fun at doing Lester's idk why.

[bullet-prooflove]

Choices!Series Part 6: Run - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Tagging: @annetje @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl @witches-unruly-heart @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887 @the-wandering-lunatic

Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.

Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.

Part Three: Fair Trade - Miguel makes a proposal.

Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Nestor deals with the aftermath.

The problem is Miguel Galindo, you want to kill him. You want to invade his fucking fortress up in the hills, put a plastic bag over his head and suffocate the other man until he understands what it is to pray for death. That impulse is all you can think about, it vibrates through your brain keeping you up at night. You’ve had this before with the others, and the only thing that resolved it was their destruction.

The Major, Jonesy, Matthews, DuPont, you see their faces in your dreams, the aftermath of their ruin. You see the bravo fade out of their eyes when they feel the first cut, and then the second, when they realise that you have no intention of ending it quickly or keeping them alive. They’d thought you were soft because of your gender.  You can still remember the disbelief in their eyes as you sit in their kitchen chairs, or on their tables, watching them bleed out slowly. You want them to feel each agonising breath, you want them to feel a fraction of what you felt as you fought and kicked and screamed in an abandoned Afghan home as they stood outside the door and fucking listened.

Just like Miguel had fucking watched as that animal tried to choke the life out of you. You’d had your choices stripped away from you all over again. The past echoing once more into your present.

If he was anyone else you would have hurt him, you would have shown him what it was like to have your control taken away, to feel truly powerless. But you didn’t because you couldn’t do that to Nestor. You couldn’t murder the only family he had left; you couldn’t inflict that pain upon him. And there was the issue.

The man you hated and the man you loved, entwined so precariously together.

Every time you tried to explain it to Nestor the words died in your throat because you knew the position it would put him in, you knew that you would be forcing him to choose.

The lover he’d known for only a pocket of time, or the man he’d grown up.

In the end you made the choice for him.

In the dead of night, while he sleeps, you take your go bag from the closet and you run.

You run as far away from San Padre as you possibly can.

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You’re a mess, you try to hide it, but Nestor sees it. He sees everything when it comes to you. You play with your food instead of eating it, when he wakes up in the night it’s to an empty bed because you’re up pacing or out running, anything to get rid of the thoughts that plague you.

It’s hypervigilance, he’s seen it before, felt it himself. The work the two of you do leaves you with a healthy dose of paranoia. He doesn’t know how to help you because when you do talk, you don’t tell him everything. There’s something stabbing at you underneath the surface, something you can’t bring yourself to say. He can’t force it out of you.

When you leave, he half expects it because this thing between the two of you it isn’t working, and he doesn’t know how to help you.

 What you need isn’t here, it isn’t him.

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[messy-gemini1]

Ours

summary: your getting used to your new life in Ambrose and your new life with the boys. this is how your daily routine is Kinda a sequel to special

It had been months since your arrival at Ambrose and your...let's just say your accident with your sister.

Life has been good to you. You haven't been plagued by the sights of the things in the woods as often as you did, Jonesy always there to distract you from the prying eyes.

You've gotten better at learning to understand what Vincent is signing, usually having him write down what he needs to say but he's given you a book he had about learning sign language, to which you are thankful for.

As for the Murdering part of their lives, you try to keep away from that, usually staying locked up into the house away from the screams and bangs around the empty town or staying with Lester when given the chance.

Bo is a harder person to get along with you've noticed. He means well, as far as you can tell, but he has a lot of inner turmoil to go through when actually comes time to do anything with his own emotions.

~~~~~~

You were cooking dinner for the boys, something you've done quite a lot since you've arrived. You've become something like a housewife or mother to them, feeding them, washing their clothes and always making sure they are taking care of themselves.

Jonesy lays on the floor beside the sink, catching any scrap that you happen to accidently drop in the floor for her. You smile down at the pooch and continue your work, hearing the front door open and the sound of boots scuffing the floor.

"Damn, smells like something goods cookin" Lester grins, Jonesy quick to greet her favorite human with licks. Lester smiled down at her before stepping closer to the stove, leaning over your shoulder.

"Can i have some now?" he asks, hand reaching out for you food. Your quick to swat his hand with a spoon, his pout causing you to grin "it's almost done you starving man how about you go get Bo and I'll get Vincent then we can eat ok?" Lester is out the door before you can fully turn, the food driving him to get his brother.

You giggle and turn the stove off, setting up the table before setting down the basement stairs and stepping into Vincents workspace. "Hello, Picasso" you smile, gently touching his shoulder as his masked form turns to you. "Dinners ready" you smile and allow him to guide you both to the dinner table where Lester is already seated happily with an irritated Bo next to him.

You both take a seat, your form sitting next to Lester and across from Bo. "Bout time, thought les was about to shit bricks about waiting on Ya" Bo spoke, taking his hat off and running a hand through his locks.

"Well, I hope it's as good as Lester hopes" you spoke, looking up at the man as he doesn't even wait for Bo to say grace before he's digging like a starving man.

"Dammit Lester you greedy bastard" Bo howls at him but doesn't stop himself from eating his own food. You smile before eating your own, Vincent throwing his hair up into a messy bun and pulling his mask high enough to eat.

It quiet, cept for Lester moaning of how good the food is and Bo telling him to shut his trap while Vincent hums or grunts in reply. You smile at the Boys, your boys.

You didn't notice the tears falling down your face until a hand is wiping a stray tear. " You alright darlin? something wrong?" Bo is quick to check you over as you shake your head smiling wide at him through the blurry tears.

"no no I'm ok. I'm just very happy" you say. "Are you sure?" Vincent signs after setting a fork down. You nod and use your shirt to wipe your tears. "Yeah, I'm ok. I just can't get over how peaceful I am here with you all"

Bo lets out a smirk before leaning back in his chair crossing his arms. "Well lucky for you, we don't plan on letting you go do we boys" He said, putting his hands behind his head. Lester grins with food all around his mouth "nope! especially with a woman who cooks this good!" he grins and is quick to give your cheek a big kiss, rubbing his face against yours, getting his food along your face.

"That was gross, but yes we adore you and don't plan to let anyone take what's ours" Vincent signs, getting up and taking a clean napkin to your face before pinching his younger brother. He bends down and presses a masked kiss to your other cheek.

Your cheeks are dusted pink at his words. "ours" Bo speaks after standing up and pressing a kiss to your forehead smiling at your flustered form.

"w-well I'm glad that I have you all" You smile at the three boys, and they return their smiles in their own ways.

Jonesy lets out a small boof causing you to giggle "yes you too girl" You throw her a piece of your food to her. "hey now don't be spolin' her" "shes just a baby" "baby my ass"

yeah, these were your boys and your pooch

[visceravalentines]

ok i've had a lot of thoughts about these kinda things before and probably wrote them down in a post or someone's asks before but!

most likely to agree to a water balloon fight would probably be Lester. Bo would initially act annoyed because "that's for children", and I feel like Vincent might come around - or just film/sketch (in that case you'd obviously leave him alone cause you don't wanna damage anything) - but if Lester and you decide to go for Bo? oh. dear.

either, if you're lucky, Vincent will take your side. chances are you'd be all "VINCENT PROTECT ME/US" anyway

but, Bo is his twin after all, and 3v1 would be kinda unfair - so running to him for protection might not be best. prepare to have him just calmy restrain you so Bo can get his revenge while Lester runs and hides ;D

(he'll get it later, Bo holds grudges like that and he'll strike when Lester least expects it. bonus if Vincent is in on it, Lester won't know what hit him)

then, how about this: visiting Bo at the garage and sneaking ice cubes down the back of his shirt/overalls. you better run, and fast.

but also, just coming over to bring him some ice cream/popsicles

bringing all of the men some water (ESPECIALLY LESTER) cause they're probably not very good at staying hydrated smh

also, water fights with Vincent? probably one of the only time he'd take of his mask and maybe tie his hair back (though I think he'd have to cover the empty eye socket, getting anything in there can't be healthy, and just

imagine all of them shirtless? not even in a sexual way, just cause that's such a sign of trust and how comfortable they are with you

also, Jonesy would go wild if you bring out a water hose

also, not sure if they'd make a campfire or barbecue, but... s'mores with them? Lester is such a child sometimes, he'd love it (and probably end up with his hands and face hella sticky, but also smiling like crazy, that face would be lighting up the night more than any fire)

I think Vinny would film and draw a lot, to preserve the memories

and you'd definitely be able to catch Bo smiling

please I beg you just imagine sitting on a bench next to him (or the earth) and he's just gently pulling you against him, kissing the top of your head of telling you how much he loves you

Babe I cannot top this no matter how hard I try

This has been sitting for a minute bc I'm like "what can I add" and the answer is nothing

You got it. You get me. The teasing, the picking sides, the good times as a sign of trust and vulnerability, fuck me right up this is the only way I will tolerate summer from now on

[foreverandadaydarling]

Camellia season.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

F. Scott Fitzgerald.

March 11, Hamburg, West Germany.

C'mon Jonesy... It's almost over, one night to go back home... Cheer up! Robert said while jumping past him. It was true, just one more night and he will be home.

Back home to Mo, the girls and his memories, back to that dark wooden box that lay on the table of his home studio. That mere view, even if he closed his eyes briefly, haunted him. Since he first moved with Mo, he had denied the existence of something important inside but obviously, he had lied. Mo had been suspicious but with time and the girl's care, she stopped her questions.

He remembered very well the first time he opened it...

It had been uncounscious, he had seen it from the corner of his eye, tired and overwhelmed he didn't want to fight the urge to look at it. He was married, for heaven's sake! But for a few weeks, he had been struggling so much with everything that he couldn't handle it, especially at that moment.

It wasn't his intention to open it, no, God knew he wanted to be a good husband and father but a memory stirred something in his head and one night before the birth of Jacinda, while Mo and Tamara slept, he took the risk.

Mo had been very upset during the last stages of pregnancy and Tamara was too anxious feeling that something was different with the waiting for the new baby, on the other hand, his work was starting to get on his nerves.

But he saw it. Laying on the top shelf of the library, was the wooden box that held all his memories of her. He didn't hesitate and climbing on a chair he extended his arms long enough to catch it.

A little dust had covered its lid, he opened it and found himself surrounded by the enchanting and sweet smell of white camellia that floated in the air. The soft yellow paper covering its contents shows the silhouette of a wilted flower. Inside loads and loads of letters were carefully tied with a silk ribbon, opposite to them were photographs and a handkerchief embroidered with his initials JB, a few tickets and...

What he had thought was her last letter, her last thoughts for him. A crumpled piece of paper with blurred words by what he thought had been her tears and at the very end, her final words:

I promise you, I will never be unfaithful

I will never listen to music again. Never.

But that wasn't the worst when he saw the last object his heart broke and tears started to run down his cheeks. He had promised himself that he had to forget her. He must.

And he was sure until that moment that he had succeeded but seeing the summary of their life together was too much. He loved her so much, so hard that it wasn't easy to just forget. It was true he had found another love, another kind, sweet and loving woman. It was true he had married her, bedded her and made her the mother of his children, their girls.

But how to forget your first love and the heartbreak that comes with its loss?

Blurred vision from alcohol made him see her in the dark corner of the empty room. White as a ghost, empty eyes and pale hands folded on her front. The blue of her coat dusted by the time, the black of her air dull and the grey of her eyes opaque. Her tears were like snowflakes.

She was standing looking at him with holes as eyes just like she did the last time he saw her.

His own ghost.

His own devil.

October, 1963.

I'm freezing, I am. I really am. He heard Helene say while they walking home after leaving a hot and crowded club he had taken her. In fact, he was cold too, autumn cooler than the last year invaded the streets and everything he could see were the leaves being blown by the wind on a dark London night.

You're overreacting, it's just a little bit cold but not much he said and turned saw his girlfriend fighting with her scarf, her lips more red than usual and the white of her skin in a way brighter matching the full moon.

John please, we're freezing and in the morning I'm sure mamam will scold me for catching a cold. I wish I wouldn't agree to come with you... She said and a mischievious smile was drawn on her lips when he turned to look, his heart beating so fast that he thought she could hear it. But why could it be best when we are now here and I could do this? Just a whisper was enough to take her in his arms and press her as close as he could to his body.

His left hand precisely and carefully slid under her coat while a small moan left her lips and her face was buried on his neck. He caressed her waist and unconsciously his hand rubbed her breast.

John... his name as a moan was enough to drive him mad with desire for her and that soft touch of hers on his face made him kiss her like a mad man.

He loves her so much, his beautiful girl with sweet and tender eyes. Even when everything was so true and firm between them it felt so new, so fresh and in moments like these, the dearest for him, he knew she was his alone without shame without fears of being discovered. Just he and she, his heart and hers.

I love you so much she whispered giving in to the overwhelming feeling of him and he knew that it was the signal, the small one she always gave him when she couldn't resist his caresses and she was at his mercy.

Time had taught him when or where she liked to be touched or kissed or how much or less she could handle his ministrations. The signal was always a subtle, a small moan, a whisper, a gentle touch of hers that asserted to him that she was there with him, body and soul, completely his.

And oh boy, he could be dead before he said he didn't like it. At first, Helene had proven to be shy and reserved, too ashamed to demonstrate any kind of affection towards him even when he knew she liked him.

It always seemed that her hands, tender and delicate were insecure to reach for him and of the consequences, those actions could carry too admonished by her grandmother.

It had been a long way to be at peace with affectionate caresses and love gestures but everything was worth the wait when he saw how tender and soft his lover was. And now, after months of waiting for her, of craving her, she was his, body and soul.

I want you, a small whisper left his lips unconsciously and panicked he thought she would pull away but lifting her head off his shoulder, crimson cheeks and a soft smile on her lips, You can have me, all of me.

At the end of the night, moonlight lighting his room, tender and passionate caresses had come and gone, leaving him holding her close to his heart while looking at her sleeping form his heart raced and he was assured that the morning light will found them cleanly dressed, her hands placing a scarf in his neck while they spoke to the other about their jobs, and that gave him a feeling of pure happiness, of pure belonging.

He knew at that moment that he would never be able to love a woman as he loved her.

March 14, London.

Another night rehearsing with the boys and he was sure this time will be all night long. An upcoming tour again, this time in the States and everyone knew that it was very important for the band. Twenty minutes, relax! Jimmy spoke and he started to walk to his usual spot, the front door of the rehearsal studio, the same one he had run through before he met Helene again.

He had prayed to see her again but during the first night, he wasn't able to go out and missed the chance but now sweating hands giving away his nervousness told him what he was hoping for it that night.

Knowing her as much as he did, he was positive that she always took the same path to and from work, even when it was dark and a bit dangerous to walk alone at night for a young woman like her.

Helene wasn't a fool true to be told he thought of her as a very strong and independent woman. In fact, she always had been but now that she was alone in the world without her grandmother's admonishment he couldn't imagine the dangers she could get into. While appreciating and valuable her strong will was, he knew she had suffered so much to become what she was and sometimes that sense of only being her against the world could be more than she must handle.

Without a family or someone to look after her, he felt that she was on the path easy to burning herself out just to keep going. That thought plagued him and was everything he could think of after he saw her that night, her image coming to his restless mind giving away all the minuscule signs that confirm his suspicions.

What could he do to help her? God knew she will never accept something from him, that Irish feeling from her mother's family side on her of being too proud of herself was an obstacle that made her prefer to break her back before accepting something from anyone.

But he couldn't leave her struggling through life and of that he was sure. He was doing quite good with the band and would move heaven and hell to help her, even when she would turn her back on him and be angry.

On the moment his machinations started to take form he saw her coming on the street. Hidden by the dark he was eager to throw away his cigarette and call her but almost missed the chance too caught in the view of her ethereal beauty.

John... What are you doing here? She said after turning back and walking to him. Her olive green dress waved in the air and her soft and long legs were shown more with each step.

Nené, I saw you walking... Were the first words that left his mouth and she only smiled and nodded, her pale grey eyes shining with radiant kindness that wasn't covered with her obvious tiredness and his heart melted at seeing a sign that she was at least a little of her old self.

How do you do? What are you doing here so late? Her soft London accent reached his ears and he smiled full of happiness. I... He started when the voice of Bonzo stopped him abruptly. Jonesy we're starting, he shouted and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Helene standing with him. Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know... He softly spoke with reddening cheeks, the typical Helene effect.

He had lost count of the men being overwhelmed by her presence, the early memory of a young bachelor with all his flattery towards her on one of their first dates had made him burn with rage and jealousy but never in his life he thinks that Bonzo could be one of them.

Bonzo was a faithful man, kind and good-hearted for all he knew, full of confidence for sure and very friendly but the crimson on his cheeks was undeniable even when he was happily married to Pat, a beautiful blonde, but... was he embarrassed about meeting Helene? And the main question was, what Helene could think of them?

Like old days a sting of jealousy creep through him, it was unstoppable to be afraid of where her kindness or sympathy would rest or that she will find dear Bonzo more handsome or special than him but only a look at her made his worries rest at seeing the look of pure curiosity on Helene's eyes he was sure he was exaggerating.

Turning a small giggle left his lips at the view of his flushed bandmate and keeping calm he tried to introduce them.

Bonzo, this is... How to introduce her? A friend, an old love, his only love? An uncomfortable silence was made until Helene broke it and extending her hand she introduced herself.

Helene Edevane, an old friend of John. She said with such confidence that he felt that he wasn't anything more than that. It's a pleasure to meet you...

John, he replied and seeing the confusion written on her face, smiling shook his head, you can call me Bonzo if you like... Helene seemed to contemplate this for a moment too reserved as always until she smiled a little smile and shaking his hand agreed.

You two must be very busy and I don't want to be trouble so... I must go John and... Bonzo.

Please don't go before you gave me your number, he almost begged her and she only nodded, her tired eyes giving away her lack of force to deny anything.

I'm going for a piece of paper and I'll be back in a minute... Were his words and he was as fast as he could to reach the first thing he saw under the strange looks of Jimmy and Robert just to run back and stop dead in his tracks when he heard the quiet conversation she was having with Bonzo.

So, do you play the drums? That's amazing, I never met a drummer... The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air while the sound of another cigarette being lit could be everything he heard. Do you like our music? Bonzo asked and inhalation of air could be the only thing breaking the uncomfortable silence. I don't know, I've never heard it or know about the band at all... But I'm sure it must be very good.

A confused Bonzo looking to Helene was what he found and the time was the best because even when they were working hard to make their way to the top it was strange that she hadn't heard a single song by them.

You have to come to one of our gigs even when you haven't listened to anything since... He stopped and looked between Helene and Bonzo realising his mistake. He couldn't explain their relationship without being overwhelmed or rambling so much that everyone would know what had been between the two, even more, when she had been so short of words in defining everything as just friends. And just one more thing, and maybe the most relevant of all: he didn't know what had been of her life or at least her private life. I know but I fear I wouldn't be able to understand it, she said fixing her hair behind her ear, I don't want to be a dumb thing... A small chuckle escaped her lips while her cheeks turned a dusted pink colour.

Let me give you my number so you two can go back, taking the paper she wrote a few delicate numbers and giving it back added, it's my neighbour but she will be kind enough to tell me if you called.

Sure, fine. I'll call you sometime next week. Smiling she nodded and shook hands with Bonzo only said she must leave because work had been hard on her giving him a small peek on his cheek and whispering an almost unhearable I'll be waiting John.

That night at home, while laying awake, sleep eluded him making him dream and making him wonder about her words, friends and nothing more, just a little more than a casual acquaintance but then...

I'll be waiting, she was waiting for him.

And he couldn't wait for her.

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6-7 Sentence Sunday ☀️

Yo I know I never do these unprompted but I've been pretty distracted from fic writing lately so here’s a bit from a ridiculous and very low stakes little piece that's been hanging out in my head for a few days!

“Hot sauce,” he whispers to the empty aisle.  Soul's tolerance for spice had grown considerably since moving to Death City, and specifically, since moving in with Maka. But he couldn’t quite stomach her favorite stuff, Flames of Hell, which she'd run out of last week. He'd once made the mistake of slathering it on a chicken wing, vehemently claiming that he could handle it. Maka had laughed off her seat as his eyes watered and he coughed it up. She didn’t even chide him for drinking the milk straight out of the carton at the time, and went as far as getting it from the fridge for him herself. It was all terribly uncool and he’d yet to try it since.

Eh, if I ever write the rest of this, I promise it will be super idiotic. @silluuuu and @jonesy-murgatroyd, if ya have six or so sentences to spare I’d def love more previews of anything in the works!

[small-sinclair]

Cats of Ambrose

Part 2

Ambrose has stray/pet cats. They are:

Saint Bo-seph. Lester says it looks like Bo when he’s mad. Bo has denied it love, but the fluffy brown tiger cat sleeps in the shop at the front counter. The oldest cat you’ll ever see.

Pebbles. Vincent found her while he was walking with Jonesy by the river one day. The cat is missing a leg, but she is the fastest thing on the planet when she hears her food bowl getting filled. She’s a white cat with grey spots on her ears, and she has a heart-shaped spot on her nose.

Big Shit (BS for short). Bo found this tiger cat digging in the trash one night. BS then bit Bo’s arm while Bo tried to trap it. Honestly. BS would kill you for a Snickers bar. Now, it runs Wilson Avenue to Dallas Street like he owns the place. Attacks Jonesy because Big Shit can. Has killed a lot of birds and mice.

Little Shit (LS for short). Please pet her and hold her like a baby? Please, do it. She’s smaller than BS and so much more nicer, but she does dart around the shop when she has the zoomies, which she dumped HOT coffee on Bo’s crown jewels while he was under a car. He hit his head on the engine when he got burned, thus earning the name: Little Shit. You can find Bo cradling her like a baby if she’s stressed out if he thinks he’s alone.

Hoot. A black kitten Lester found while picking up road kill one morning. She sits on his shoulder like an owl while driving, meowing at every tree and leaf she sees. Biggest green eyes you’ll ever see. Hoot looks lost most of the time. No thought. Head Empty. Thinks of commuting tax fraud half the time ^•w•^

Lil Vinny (LV for short). This orange cat is missing half his face like Vincent (no ear or eye with a scarred face). The cat just came to Ambrose one day. Lil Vinny sleeps in Vincent’s bed, and sits on his lap while he draws at the desk.

Waddles the Wizard. Lester and Vincent named the black and orange turtle kitten this after it waddled out of Bo’s locked shop out of nowhere. Like, where the fuck did it come from? How did it get there?

Waffles. Honesty, Jonesy brought him home. An orange fluffy cat that curls up near the toaster and will steal cold and hot waffles if you’re not watching. He screams and screams until Bo or Vincent gives Waffles a waffle. Will attack if he doesn’t get a waffle right now.

Sweetie Bell. Bo named the little blind white kitten this after finding it in a victim’s hot car. He noticed it after towing the car to the shop, which was baking in the hot sun for 40 minutes before he could get there. When he asked the owner of the car why didn’t they tell Bo about the baby kitten, they responded with, “It’s broken. So, it deserves it for being a freak.” Let’s just say the death was slow and as painful as he possibly could make it. Once he got Sweetie Bell out of the car, he nursed it back to health and gave it all the love her could muster. He kept telling her that she’s not a freak. She is loved by all of the Sinclair brothers. (Bo will die for this kitten.)

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A little bit about Faith! 💫

(Art is from Saxon's character maker from picrew)

Good day, tumblr folks!

I'm Faith Jonesy 💫 people can call me either by my name or surname 😊 I am a student, and an enthusiast of many things! But my main interests are Film, and Books.

Films

What got me into loving movies is mom. We had this tradition where mum, along with my siblings and I would have movie nights every time we came over on the weekends when I was young (though we still watch whenever we can). I got more interested in it when the pandemic started. Some genres I like are a bit of horror, fantasy, drama, and queer and coming-of-age films.

Here are some of the movies that sticks out to me the most! 🎥🎞️

Books

A book I never shut up about is “I'll Give You The Sun” by Jandy Nelson. It reminds me of a calm summer, and a love I wish I had. This book is my first love and was introduced to me by my older sister.

“We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”

Another favorite of mine is "How To Be A Wildflower". A book illustration about the magic of the natural world. 🍂🍄🪻

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Other Stuff 🌛

Other than movies and books, I do a little bit of art as well using gouache and watercolor. I like to daydream and when they get vivid, I put them on an empty paper. It's very rare when something I imagine looks the same when I paint them.

Here are some of it that I'm actually proud of:

I did this while listening to a Sea Pearl playlist. I thought about pastel sea creatures. 🐋🪼🦑

A mini watercolor portrait for Arca from 2021

I called this "The Glowing Man". Painted this for a poster making contest. 💫

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Yep, I think that's everything...for now. I gotta do my homework lol.

Faith Jonesy, zoning out. 🚀