#the way johnny looks at zee

[backwardscigam]

Just casually taking a second to really appreciate the way that John looks at Zee at any given moment. 

From the very start to everything in between, to animated movies, to Webtoon comics.

Even to comics I don’t care for or support, I have one obsession and while it is fed scarcely, I continue to thrive on the fact that yes they’re chaotic but whatever is left of John Constantine’s heart ... Zatanna Zatara definitely has a piece of it. 

[palettepainter]

Not sure if you're still answering these type of ask. But do you have any Clifford headcanons? 👉👈

Maybe some about what Clifford and Zee's relationship was like???

my askbox is pretty much always open so people can ask for headcannons anytime! A heads up to longtime Clifford fans I've gotten a general idea of his character through watching episodes/clips from Muppets Tonight, so idk if theres other videos of him

-I did a post a while back with some Clifford headcannons so you can read them here: Palettepainter101 — Got any headcanons for Clifford? (tumblr.com)

-As for him and Zee overall they where a pretty normal, but fashionable, couple. From watching Muppets Tonight Clifford strikes me as the type of guy who is just trying to do his job, get paid, and put food on the table. If he's not dealing with some dumb shit backstage then he will be later. I kind of love him for that, he's just trying to run a show, let the man do his job.

-When they met Zee was just a singer and hadn't started her teaching career just yet. Zee sang at different joints more or less as a very passionate hobby, she was paid well but the gigs where far and few, so she wanted to get a fulltime job to make ends meet. She applies for a job at the Muppets Tonight studios for an actor, with her career as a dancer she was used to a stage and working alongside other muppets was a new change of pace that sounded fun to her. Since Zee was already a singer and proved to already have experience on a stage she got hired relatively quickly

-Zee had always preformed alone, so while it took a bit for her to adjust having acting partners she soon made quick friends with some of the other actors on the show. Being one of the oldest cousins to Zoot she's also naturally the mum friend of their group, so isn't afraid of rolling up her sleeves to get stuff down. Her and Clifford where pretty close by this point, since Zee was good at keeping a level head and people seemed to listen to her Clifford trusted her with a lot of other things he didn't have the time for.

In some bloopers for Muppets Tonight there's this one where Clifford gets into a fight with Johnny and his chimp Sal. I think it'd be funny if Zee see's this going down and naturally goes over to see what's wrong, manages to calm Sal down with nothing more then a few calm words and a smile, and the pair go on their way, before she turns to Clifford and probably asks "You good boss?"

-During the time when the two where starting to crush on each other there was a lot of flirting/playful teasing. Zee and Clifford could match each others energy, and their impeccable fashion tastes, but it took them ages to actually start dating. A lot of people on the show assumed they where dating long before they actually where because the back and fourth flirting game went on forever. The day Clifford actually went to ask Zee out stuff kept getting in his way, in typical, comical muppet fashion. Whenever he got round to talking with Zee something else would pop up, or Pepe and Seymour would interrupt him, then Zee would be called over by somebody else and he'd loose his chance. It wasn't until the end of the day when Clifford flops down in his office chair does Zee pop by with a coffee, probably with a "Sheesh, you look rough creampuff" comment (not unkindly). Clifford sighs, saying something about how the day was so hectic and how he looks like a mess. Zee chuckles, saying that he's still got his looks, and then Clifford asks her out

-The two where already flirty before they began dating, so adding dating to the mix felt totally natural for them. With Zee as his girlfriend Zee helped out a lot more with the operations of running the show, the stuff Clifford often handled alone with occasional help from Pepe and Rizzo. Zee's singing career had been pretty popular, but Muppets Tonight was really when it started to take off. Clifford made space for her to sing songs in-between acts to warm up the audience, and Clifford loves to hear her sing. The two where still very flirty even after dating, and might have snuck in a few make out sessions in Clifford's office during commercial breaks.

I want to say they dated for a handful of years, perhaps the two had started to share their own space (perhaps rumours of the two buying a new place together and settling down, only Zee and Clifford know for sure). But Zee was eventually approached by a business man to give her a brand deal with her singing, only issue is Zee would have to move. Clifford and her had a long talk about it, and at first they tried to make long distance work, but in the end neither wanted to hold the other back and decided to remain friends

[bolllywoodhungama]

EXCLUSIVE: Brijendra Kala says, “Main us waqt aaya jab hero sundar hota tha, heroine sundar hoti thi, villain sundar hota tha, comedian sundar hota tha”

Brijendra Kala humorously shared the reason for becoming a writer early on in his filmi career.

Brijendra Kala has been acting in Hindi films since over two decades. He has played a wide range of characters in a number of small and big budget films in these years. Some of his most noteworthy roles have come in films like Jab We Met, Paan Singh Tomar, Jolly LLB, Ankhon Dekhi, Prem Ratan Dhan Payo, Jolly LLB 2, Shubh Mangal Savdhan, Sherni, 83, etc. Recently, the fourth season of his web show The Aam Aadmi Family started streaming on ZEE 5.

Bringing a subtle undercurrent of humour is one of his main skills as an actor. Speaking about this, Brijendra Kala told Bollywood Hungama exclusively, “I did theatre for around 19-20 years mainly in Mathura, except that I occasionally visited Delhi or Lucknow for shows. So, my flavour (of my humour) is from my city. The way you behave with people and the way they behave with you, you start taking pointers from there. Maybe that became my habit, and it started showing little bit in my work. I use it after thinking if it is required in a scene. If it suits and others like it, I retain it.”

Brijendra Kala has acted in both big budget and low budget movies. Sharing the difference he experienced in both, he said, “It’s just that you are the star in low budget film. And someone else is the star in big budget. That’s the feel you get. In low budget, you need to tell an actor how the big guys do it. One should feel it’s big budget despite being low budget. One should make it look as if a good amount of money has been spent on it.”

He added, “In big budget films, things get done very easily. You can heave a sigh of relief. In such films, you only need to be concerned about how much are you able to do well.”

Brijendra Kala started his filmi career as a writer. He explained the reason behind this through a humorous example. “Main us waqt aaya jab hero sundar hota tha, heroine sundar hoti thi, villain sundar hota tha, comedian sundar hota tha aur sundar bhi sundar hota tha. So, what do you do in such situation? When you look at yourself in the mirror, you feel either you should become an assistant director or a writer,” he said.

He shared that he was into writing since his early days. “I used to write plays and also (content) for Aakashwani. I consider Hari Shankar Parsai as my Guru. I used to try and write on the same lines. I then wrote for Tigmanshu (Dhulia) and Balaji (Telefilms). But later when I started getting more work in acting, my writing automatically lessened. I am not writing anything right now. But the scenes I do as an actor, I ensure that I contribute as a writer as much as I can to make the scene better,” he said.

Apart from giving perfect shots, Brijendra Kala also ensures that the mood on the sets is easy going. “I am always naughty on the sets,” he said. “I make sure that the atmosphere on the sets is very entertaining. I ensure that nobody is hesitant about anything with anyone. If there is any popular actor on the set, I make myself so comfortable with him that when I perform with him, there is no hesitation. If you gel well with your co-stars and director, your work becomes easy.”

Coming to his forthcoming projects, he has three movies with Maddock Films, along with Jeevan Bheema Yojana, Johnny Jumper and he will soon start shooting the season 2 of Yeh Kaali Kaali Aankhen.

Not many people would know that, apart from Saurabh Shukla and Sanjay Mishra, Brijendra Kala is the only actor who has been a part of both Jolly LLB movies, although in different roles. When asked whether he would be seen in Jolly LLB 3 as well, he said, “I don’t know. I haven’t got a call yet. Maybe if I get a call, I will do.”

[hxllblazer-a]

Sometimes a coven gets into shit. Shit it can’t always handle, like a demon the size of a house, eating people in upstate New York. While Zee and John fought, Nick watched. Clearly his students weren’t up to the task, and he really wasn’t looking forward to handling it himself. Never been the hero type, and last year he would have just taken off and said fuck it. His idiots weren’t going to do that, though.

Nick stepped out of the way as a sword longer than he was crashed where he had been. “This is such bullshit. Johnny, Zee, get behind me.” He raised his hands as they took positions, intoning, “I call the spell which has no name, Chaos’ gift with which they reigned. Eclipse my heart with rightful power: stand before the king and cower!”

As the demon reached for the trio a foul violet light emanated from Nick, scorching the demon and anything else before him. It wasn’t a pleasant spell, and when the demon fell so too did Nick. He collapsed to his knees, smoke rising from his body.

“Next time you assholes want to fight a demon… make sure you can actually handle it without me having to… to do that again.”

It happened faster than he could blink, a part of him wishing he actually did what with black magic’s tendency to feel like some sort of unmentionable burning in the back of his skull. Something John remembered being told he’d probably get used to, but this?

“Nick—!”

The stench of what John assumed was magical decay was revolting, logically he knew he should be disgusted but that could probably wait until later. Or maybe if there was a toilet much closer and he wasn’t running on pure adrenaline in the way he scrabbled to his feet. “Yeah just—scold us later, will you?”

He doesn’t wait for a reaction, already helping him with an arm thrown over his own shoulder to help the guy balance while he waited, albeit a bit impatiently, for Zee’s little doorway trick away from where they were.

“Let’s just go home.”

[ronqueesha]

Facts about Zoe:

- In my headcanon, nobody calls her “V”, they say “Zee”. 

- She was born in Osaka, but only lived there for six months. Her father, who was a promising upper manager of Arasaka’s manufacturing division, had his shady past and criminal dealings exposed to the media. Rather than deal with the fallout, shame and loss of reputation, Arasaka had the entire family moved to the much less important office in Night City.

- Despite Zoe growing up almost entirely American, her father still forced her to learn Japanese as a second language. Despite young Zoe constantly protesting that advancements in translator programs made it pointless.

- However, Zoe’s accent remained horrible for the rest of her life, and her grammar was never as perfect as her father wanted it to be. He was greatly shamed by how foreign his daughter became.

- She got her job in Arasaka counterintelligence because her father put in the application. He essentially sold his daughter into corporate servitude.

- One benefit of learning Japanese, however, was that she was able to read between the lines of official communication from higher Arasaka offices sent to her division, and saved her boss a ton of headaches. She even got a few under the table bonuses by doing quick translation jobs, which prevented translator programs from activating and leaving a trail that someone might find. 

- In my headcanon, every conversation Zoe had with the Arasaka family was done in Japanese. Although they all shared a similar distaste for her rudeness and vulgar way of handling the language. Especially after the neurochip altered her speech patterns to be more like Johnny’s.

- Goro Takemura mostly spoke english to her because he wanted to add a small layer of security in case any Arasaka spies were listening. But even after he learned she was fluent in the language, he hated the way she sounded when she spoke, although he was too polite to say it out loud. He just kept speaking english even when he didn’t have to.

- In the times that Johnny looked into Zoe’s memories and saw the things her father did to her, he always got the strong impulse to take control of the body and get revenge. Not only is her father everything he despises about wealthy corpo assholes, but the things he put his daughter through were criminal. And yet, Zoe never pressed charges or reported him. The total lack of punishment made Johnny furious, and even strained his relationship with her when she refused to take his advice and at least call the cops.

- As the neurochip slowly overwrote Zoe’s personality in favor of Johnny’s, she developed extremely intense body dysmorphic disorder. She increasingly thought of herself as having Johnny’s height and build, as well as other traits of a biologically male body. This threw off her balance, made her increasingly clumsy, and lowered her aim with a gun significantly.

- Not only that, she had some embarrassing body issues, such as multiple instances of waking up first thing in the morning and standing over the toilet rather than sit to take care of business. Or worrying about her tight clothing making it difficult to hide a non-existent erection when she saw something arousing. 

- Johnny wasn’t spared the flip side of this. By the time the neurochip was in Zoe’s brain, she was on a contraceptive medication that also suppressed her period. But her memories were full of the time spent before those miracle pills, and Johnny experienced every moment of it. He also thought some of her clothes were too tight, too flimsy, and sometimes entirely pointless. He would constantly tell Zoe that her tits were too small for bras, and that she shouldn’t wear them. Not like they’re ever gonna sag. The truth was that he hated the way they felt.

[irrigos]

Why do you not like the dilettantes debut? I really enjoy your commentary on the ES-s, so I'm curious!

I'm glad you enjoy them, because I love to share my opinions at length lol.

uuuguughghguhgughguhghghghhhhhhh. Okay, the thing about The Dilettante's Debut is that I wanted to like it. I always want to like Exceptional Stories! I like it when things are good! And I will admit that it was not exactly set up for success for me specifically. It was only the third ES I played after resubscribing (after several years of not being an EF). Go Tell the King of Cats and The Ballad of Johnny Croak were the ones before this, and those are two of my all-time faves, so I had a little bit forgotten that Exceptional Stories were sometimes bad.

So, now we know how we got here. Let's take a look at what we've got.

Here's my quick summary of the story: The Languid Dilettante, the last scion of the once-successful Fairfax family, wants to make his debut in society by hosting a salon. The Dilettante's grandmother was once a successful Zee Captain, but ended up disgracing their family (I think it's implied that she was possibly a Seeker?), and all of their fortune was given to another branch of their family, the Eversons. Anyway, you work with the Languid Dilettante and his only remaining servant, the Steadfast Footman, to plan this salon, and also spy on his cousin, the Wild-Eyed Socialite (the Everson heiress), who asks you to maybe help her ruin the Dilettante's salon. When the salon actually happens, you discover the Steadfast Footman's secret goal was to lure the Wild-Eyed Socialite away from the party and use shapeling arts to turn her into a starved man, so she will no longer be a threat to the Dilettante's success. You can either help him with this, stop him (the Socialite escapes and will go tell the other attendees unless you pass a check, dependent on how much favor you've built up with her), or out his plan to the entire party. The party's over, later you meet up with the Dilettante to figure out how well you did and get your reward, and that's the end.

I feel like I get what the writer was going for- all these rich people are bad! The Languid Dilettante is pretty bad to his footman, the Steadfast Footman is planning to mutilate a woman, the Wild-Eyed Socialite is... well actually I can't quite figure out what she did. She's kind of a lush? She's not very nice to the Dilettante? She has too much fun? I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter. I think the point here is nobody is good, to help them is immoral, but also, just like in real life, there are opportunity costs. Doing The Right Thing might ruin what you've been working for!

But... this isn't real life. This is a story. That I paid to play. And the way it came across to me when I was playing it was that I was being punished with a middling ending for not having unwavering fealty to the Fairfax family, but also for not betraying the Fairfaxes before I had any reason to. How was I supposed to know that I should have been undermining the people who hired me to help them?

Okay, I'm going on too long about this. I just can't really put words to the feeling I got when I realized the story had assumed that, because I was happy to help the Dilettante pick an outfit and guest list for his party, I also, obviously, was on board with deforming a woman for him. It just felt like a HUGE leap in commitment to this family.

Also, one of the things that left me hating it at the time I was actually a little incorrect about. If you go along with the Footman's plan, in the end the Dilettante (who doesn't know what you did) says that the Socialite's family sent her to a sanatorium. Now, as much as I enjoy Victoriana, I'm not British and I don't live in the late 1800's, so I was actually wrong about what a sanatorium was. I'd heard it before as another term for an asylum, but apparently it's actually more of a hospital for people with physical health problems, most commonly TB. When I had read that ending, I was left feeling like... "okay, so this story expected me to mutilate this woman, and then she's sent to a place that is, famously, where unruly women were sent and then regularly abused?" I don't think sanatoriums actually have that kind of history, at least not to the extent that asylums did (although I just ASSUME medical malpractice was as common in there as consumption), so my negative impression was SLIGHTLY unjustified. But only slightly.

Anyway, to put a final nail in the coffin of The Dilettante's Debut, Unto Dust came out two months later and I thought it did everything The Dilettante's Debut was trying to do but better. If i want to play a story about the last scion of a noble family, who's kind of a recluse, runs his household with the help of only one notable servant, and who needs my help to plan a big party to help honor the legacy of one of this ancestors, well, I wouldn't pick this one.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

When two hearts collide-finale Part 15

Master list

You and Tory had been training for two weeks with your respective dojos. Sensie Chozen had you and Eli in for a pre session Tai Chi class. It had been helping you both with your anger issues and ease Eli back into training. You loved the calmness of the movements as you moved the energies around your body.

As the session came to an end Chozen bowed to you before leaving the room and going out to the garden. You and Eli walked up to each other, he kissed you and held you close with an arm around your waist.

"I wanna take you out on a date tonight." He said looking down into your eyes.

"Okay, but not just some cheap diner this time, let's go fancy." You mocked him.

"Oh my princess wants fancy she'll get fancy." He smiled pressing another kiss on your mouth.

You both heard a commotion outside, lots of happy voices all shouting. Together you ran out to zee Johnny, Robby and Miguel all standing there amongst the students. Eli instantly charged at Miguel grabbing him in a tight hug. You smiled at the three men well one man and two boys, they each smiled back at you. Johnny came over to you.

"Hey kid, how you doing?" You could see how genuine the question was.

"Yeah, I'm doing okay."

"Danny called and told me about Silver's plan, don't worry we've got you."

Turned out when Johnny found Miguel he told him about the plan and the teen had all but forgotten about his mission to find his dad coming straight back with his soon to be step dad and brother.

The training session was filled with hard work and laughter that day, including Tory as you all worked hard to get yourselves ready for the All Valley after christmas.

Later that day you had changed into a simple black dress that stopped just above your knees, you threw on a pair basic pumps and tied your hair up in a loose bun, a few bits of hair falling out around your face. You had been staying at Eli's most nights so you'd enjoyed the few hours to yourself back in the LaRusso guest house. A knock at the door had you jump with a moment of fear. The last time someone had knocked that door it was the evil Cobra kai Sensie. You calmed your nerves with a few breaths as you walked over to the door.

"Hey, Princess, it's just me." Eli's voice settled any fear left in you and you slid the door open.

"Wow you look amazing." He said.

"Thank you, sir. You look pretty good too." You joked. Actually he looked hot. Eli had put on a black button up shirt that had a red stripe down the front, and a pair of black skinny jeans.

You look up at him and see the lust in his eyes, you knew you had to go right then or you'd lose the control you'd had so far.

"Come on handsome, let's get going."

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah we should go, be around people."

You giggled and followed him out to his car.

Your date was lovely, he took you to a little mexican restaurant and said you could order what ever you wanted. You thought about eating enough food to bloat you out but thought better of it when you remembered the way his eyes had grazed over your body. People started getting up and dancing around the restaurant, salsa night. You smiled then looked at your boyfriend.

"Do you wanna get the check?" You say, reaching over and holding his hand. He swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yea, yeah, okay!"

He paid quickly and all but dragged you back out to the car. As he drove you rested your hand on his thigh, giving it squeeze. You heard Eli's breath hitch as you moved your hand upward.

"Oh Princess, you gotta stop." His voice was low and it sent a shiver through your body. You both held onto your thoughts as you walked sensibly round the back of the LaRusso house to the your place. You unlocked the door and went in. The moment Eli had clicked the lock you pressed him against it and started kissing him. Your fingers combed into his short hair at the top of his neck, his held on to your hips. Slowly you moved your lips down his neck to suck on his collar bone. A guttural moan came from him and he lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and he carried you to the bed. He laid you down and knelt above you, looking into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked. His question only turned you on more,

"I want this." You confirm.

Little could you know as you found your exticy that your friends where finding their fears.

Believing she was alone Tory had gone to the local strip mall to buy dinner for her and her brother. She had no idea she was being watched. No idea that she would be approached from behind. No idea that her unconscious body would be pushed out of an old van outside golf and stuff. Miguel and Robby with their friends had no idea they would find her as they left.

End of book 1.

Let me know if you want a book 2.

I know I've gone past the seasons and when season 5 comes out it may (most likely) will be different to my plot line but lets just go with it. Lol.

Thank you for reading

@buckysdemonsimp @carliim @space-helicopter

[thecursedhellblazer]

The Other Side of the Looking Glass

@adventurepunks​ for John and Zee’s mishap in the Fair Lands

There were several reasons why John hated doing chores.

First of all, even if he understood they were a necessary evil, they were awfully boring. The more mechanical tasks, like washing dishes or even the floors of the halls, he could put up with, because they didn’t require much focus and he could lose himself in his thoughts or even listen to music. Others, however, required almost all his attention and could be a real pain in the ass.

Secondly, Nick usually tasked him with tons of them as a punishment. Whenever he was too reckless, or too disrespectful, or tried something he shouldn’t have done, or had, in general, any behaviour that strongly displeased his mentor, that was where he ended. Reprimanded and metaphorically kicked to take care of the chores he hated the most.

Thirdly, doing them could turn out to be...inconvenient, if not straight out dangerous. Now, John wasn’t exactly clumsy. He could be, when he was running on too little sleep or too much alcohol, but normally his distraction was due to too many thoughts running through his mind at the same time for him to fully focus on the present. Now, this wasn’t much of an issue whenever he knocked over or touched something in the kitchen or in the living room, or in other safe spots of the Sanctum. The damage in that case was mostly economical. However, there were places, like the necromancer’s office, where this bad habit of his could get troublesome.

That day, all three reasons applied. Nick had been displeased by how he had approached their latest lesson, and with reason since John had tried to push it too far and almost got snatched by some sort of tentacle that had shot out of the portal the young magician had opened. He had avoided the worst thanks to the necromancer’s quick reflexes, but they had found themselves with a big piece of octopus and a pull of whatever the thing had in place of blood.

Dark, stinky liquid and half rotten meat. Right in the middle of Nick’s study. Good thing they had moved the carpets out of the way before starting.

So, that was where Constantine had spent most of his afternoon, getting rid of the tentacle and mopping up smelly goo off the floor. And, of course, before leaving to take care of some affairs, Nick had instructed him to clean up the whole place, as penance.

That was also all he should have done. Simple, even if not quick. Safe, even if not pleasurable.

However, of course, that hadn’t been the case. He had got bored pretty fast and resented the additional task he had been assigned even more quickly. The lingering revolting smell of the creature hadn’t helped his mood. So he had told himself “I’ll show th’ Cap tha’ I can ‘andle me portals jus’ fine” and everything had gone downhill from then on.

The time to find the right spell and Nick’s mirror had been right there. What could have gone wrong?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bloody fuckin’ ‘ell, yeh so screwed, Johnny! So, so screwed!”

John rushed out of the study, which now looked more like a battlefield than anything else, heading towards the area where the bedrooms were set.

“Zeeeee, ZeeZeeZeeZee, yeh gots to ‘elp me!” He shouted, throwing Zatanna’s door open without even knocking. “If not, th’ Cap’s goin’ to murder me! Rip me into small small pieces n’ feed me to ‘is friggin’ legion o’ zombies! I made a bloody mess, a fuckin’ bloody mess!”

[ufonaut]

If it matters, I genuinely didn't know "care to explain" was considered hostile wording (English isn't my first language), but I appreciate the reply. I'm used to hearing people talk about the Zatanna x Constantine relationship like it's a bad thing for Zatanna's character, but if anything it seems way worse for John because it strips him of personality and drags him into boring superhero nonsense. I do wish Zatanna had anything like a personality or a hook to make her interesting.

man we really do frequent different circles because wherever i look people love zee & johnny and while i don't care what it does for zatanna's character, i do dislike that it often reduces john's sexuality to a footnote but i also agree about the damage it does to his personality

[jupitermelichios]

“Zee? You there?”

Zatanna sighs, and resists the instinct to fold down the corner of the page to mark her place before she replies. She’s fairly sure Kent would actually kill her if she did that to any of his collection.

“In here, Bobo.”

“Oh thank God, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. It’s… Well, it’s John.”

“What’s he done now,” she says, the words out of her mouth before her brain catches up to the fear in Bobo’s voice. “Oh God, is he…?”

“He’s alive. He’s just… Well, I think you’d better come and see.”

She does fold down the corner. She doesn’t have a bookmark handy and it’s been a long time since she last heard Bobo sound this worried. Kent will just have to deal with it. 

Hezekiah Wayne’s books are 90% trash anyway, the man was mad as a hatter, and when he did write any effective spells they never seem to work as intended.

One of these days someone is really going to have to suck it up and actually talk to Bruce about that thing where all his ancestors went insane after a certain age, and she’s horribly afraid it might have to be her.

Bobo leads her out into the atrium, and there, standing beneath the dragon skeleton looking horribly small in Nick’s old coat, is John.

A John.

Oh God, this one might even still be a Johnny.

He looks maybe eighteen, big blue eyes ringed in the eyeliner she hasn’t ever actually seen him wear before, for all he’d joked about it all the time, and just a hint of boyish roundness to his face still. His hair is long, longer than she’s ever known it, and desperately in need of a hairbrush.

And he looks terrified.

“John?”

He turns to her immediately, and God help her but she hasn’t got it in her to be angry with him, not even her usual pre-Wintersgate baseline levels of annoyance, not when he looks so lost. “You’re Zatanna?”

His accent’s thicker than she’s ever heard it, but that makes sense. If he’s the age he looks, he only left home a year ago. Hasn’t had time to absorb London into the way he speaks.

“That’s me.”

“Okay, well I hoping you can tell me what the fuck’s going on then, because I was in Camden yesterday, I bloody know I was, and then next thing I know I’m waking up in America wearing some other bugger’s clothes, and the only thing I’ve got to go on is his.”

He pulls something out of one of the many pockets of Nick’s coat, and holds it out to her.

Walking over to him, getting close enough to touch, feels like being in a dream. She’s used to things which aren’t quite real, but this is… this is something different. This is something weird, even by her standards.

She takes the thing he’s holding, which turns out to be a postcard. The front has a picture of the hall of justice on it, one of the ones they sell in the gift shop upstairs. When she turns it over, there’s nothing on a back except a message, scrawled in John’s untidy handwriting. “If it all goes tits-up, find Zatanna.”

“I dunno wha’ it means,” the boy says. “Bu’ I figure wakin’ up on the other side of the world wearin’ someone else’s skivvies prob’ly counts as tits-up.”

“Yes,” Bobo agrees. “I’d say it probably does.”

[thelastoftheredhotswamis2]

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

I’m just going to pretend @prometheuswelsh tagged me directly instead of leaving it open – they saw basically every single one of these fics before I posted them, and are basically my beta-reader by now! (Yeah yeah, I know, cut down on the run-on sentences with a million commas, I hear ya.) Check out their top 5 most beautiful gifs of 2020 here.

I’m undisciplined and have a top 6, not a top 5. I can be found on AO3 as selkieskin. Because this got long, all except the first one are under a Read More!

 1.       A Life Less Ordinary (Cherry Magic fic, M/M: Kurodachi). I wrote this after episode 6, knowing that episode 7 would probably make it non-canon, but hey – it’s about Kurosawa, and why he reacts the way he does to Adachi, and how his own internalised homophobia manifests. It’s pure quality angst, and I loved rewatching each episode to capture Kurosawa’s reactions to write this – it’s also about not feeling normal and not believing you can be happy, which is a very personal topic for me. This just flowed out of me basically fully-formed, and I think it really shows – there isn’t a thing about it I would change (non-canon-ness aside)…

 2.       The Everthere (OffGun fic, M/M: OffGun). This was a bit of a deep-dive into actual events and the way that Off has changed towards Gun, imagining how being in an ‘imaginary couple’ can change things. I just feel like each part of this flows together so well, with each flashback tied to what’s happening in the present and the ambiguous nature of their relationship building in intensity throughout… I’m so happy with how it turned out!

(Fun fact: regarding these first two, I wrote both the majority of The Everthere and the entirety of A Life Less Ordinary (part 1) in the same 2-day span. I had Chinese language exams to procrastinate on practicing for, so I just felt Inspired™. I literally wrote over 10,000 words in two days – I wish I could manage that all the time! I usually take months to finish stories… part 2 of A Life Less Ordinary is part-written, but it’ll take a while!)

3.       Let Sleeping Cats Lie (NCT fic, Gen / M/M: JohnTen). I felt like I wanted to write a fic that focused on how it is to love a pet cat, and WayV have pets, so this was a no-brainer. Ten gets trapped in bed under a cat (Louis), and the cat demands that he look at only him. Near the end, his boyfriend Johnny drops by and gets into bed too to sleep, and it’s just a lovely cosy fic that I feel turned out really well – I was really proud of being able to capture that gentle, comforting atmosphere in the story.

4.       Lovely (Heart Made Of Glass) (NCT fic, M/M: Yuwin). This one might not be everyone’s cup of tea and I do feel like it’s a bit awkward in parts, but it’s intensely personal for me, so this is #4. Winwin and Ten choreographed their romantic duet dance to Lovely by Billie Eilish, and one day late in the practice rooms, Yuta fills in to help Winwin practice. Yuta is gay, and Winwin is aroace – both get to let out their frustrations and their lack of understanding of the other, before they finally meet in the middle.

5.       ZaintSee On Set series (Why R U RPF fic, M/M: ZaintSee). I didn’t really write smut before 2020, and part 2 of this was the first proper smut that I published! (I’m aroace, so have struggled in the past to get beyond ‘tab A goes into slot B’ style of description.) I loved Why R U, and the way that both main couples just seemed so into each other in an unguarded way was my favourite aspect of the series. In this, I imagined what it would be like for the actors to act this way in front of the cameras. In the first part, Zee asks for a kiss, and in the second part… well, it’s set during the episode 9 bed scene, so you can imagine where it goes. I had a big crisis of confidence when posting part 2 the first time – like I mentioned, I’m new to writing smut, and felt like it was probably ridiculous and overblown, and even deleted it once! I like it now, though.

6.       A Walk By The River (NCT, Gen: Johnny & Mark). This was really interesting to write, because I only had a very vague plan when I started writing it, and wanted it to feel genuinely like one of those late-night conversations, not always linear or well-articulated. So I just wrote, and wrote, and this is long but I think it feels like a journey with a lot of surprises and I was really proud of how I captured their conversational style and how a character who is so uncomfortable about talking seriously about his feelings finally manages to open up to his friend.

Honourable mentions to:

Textbook (My Engineer fic, M/M: MekBoss). My second published smut! Let’s face it, My Engineer was a hot mess and nobody liked the main couple, but the side couples? Hell yeah. And my favourites were MekBoss. This slight AU was really fun to write, with Boss being very chatty in bed in a totally ridiculous way!

Fighting (Haeyadwae) (NCT fic, Gen: Lucas & Jungwoo). I wrote this as kind of a comfort to myself and a friend for those days when everything feels overwhelming and like it’s too much. Jungwoo’s at that stage, and his friend Lucas tells him to just lie on the floor with him and escape from his anxiety for a bit. It’s short, but sweet.

 I know it’s a couple of days after New Year now, but I’d like to tag @stickers-on-a-laptop to do this, if you haven’t already – I already know my own favourite 2020 work of yours (CherrYYY Magic, which is a fantastic crossover and has our aroace queen Fujisaki as the main character!) but I’d like to know what you think!

[beyondflashpoint]

Prologue 1: Bedtime stories.

John massaged his temple. He’d been pouring through ancient tomes and cross referencing half forgotten folklore for what felt like hours. He sat back in his overstuffed chair, considered lighting a cigarette, then recalled the one unlit, currently pressed between his lips. How long had it been there? He needed a break.

“Da- ... John?” The little voice inquired from the doorway. John slowly raised his eyes.

The child had been in his care for over a year now. Looking at her now, wearing an adults band tee like a nightgown and dragging the large stuffed bat she carried everywhere, it was hard to remember how dangerous she could be.

“Well, what have we here? Little Bird escaped her cage?”

She smiled at the affectionate nickname, but there was still fear in her eyes.

John Constantine had never once thought of himself as anything close to fatherly. After all, his own dear old dad had been nothing short of a five-star bastard. But she wanted to call him dad, wanted him to be a father to her. Seeing her, putting on a brave face, but desperately craving comfort and company, it reminded him why he had taken the girl from a dying world, a dying mother, and her own five-star bastard. He moved in a way that only a concerned father can move, a delicate balance between caution so as not to startle, and haste to provide that comfort she was practically begging for. In moments he had scooped her up, cradled like a princess in his arms.

“Bad dreams again Rachael?” He asked tenderly. She nodded.

“Can’t get back to sleep then either, I take it?” She shook her head.

He pointed at he stuffed bat, now held in a chokehold by her scrawny little arms.

“Now you listen here Batsy, I told you more than once that you’re supposed to keep our girl safe.” A stern voice, usually reserved for pit fiends and people fooling with things they didn’t understand. John Constantine was upbraiding a stuffed toy. If that ever got out it’d be the end of his reputation. But bullocks to that.

“His name is Bartok. And he’s just a stuffed animal.” But she was giggling, genuine and true.

John exited the study carrying the girl back to bed. Neither noticed that the doorway which had previously opened into the foyer now deposited them on the second floor landing, a few doors down from Rachael’s bedroom. This was the House of Mystery, and it changed to suit its owner’s needs. Thankfully it knew John well enough to know that carrying a six year old child up a flight of stairs was a little excessive.

“That’s not entirely true, now is it luv? We studied totems and objects of power just last week. You’ve given him a name, and you carry him with you everywhere. Bartok is probably absolutely pulsing with magical energy. With the right focus and a solid incantation Barty could be a regular supercharged dream catcher.”

He was laying her down now, pulling the covers over her, but making sure to leave the bat’s stitch’s smile free. Rachael listened intently and nodded.

“Zatanna will be here all day tomorrow. I’m sure if you ask really nicely she’ll help you.”

“Is she doing a magic show right now?”

John smiled and nodded.

“Some of us have day jobs. You’ll want to follow her lead on that. Don’t be a deadbeat like ol’ Johnny boy.” He ended with a silly face, and was rewarded with another giggle.

“We’ll have to tell Zee to get you some proper sleepwear. I’m not sure how I feel about a six year old trundling about in a Mucous Membrane tee that’s older than Christ.”

“I like it. Zatanna says it’s the band you were in when you were a teenager. Uncle Boston let me listen to some of your songs, but he made me promise not to tell. He said there were bad words.”

“Did he now? I’ll have to have a talk with ‘Uncle Boston’ later. Punk is for your rebellious teenage years.” He smiled to show he was joking, but mentally cursed Boston Brand for starting her off with his old rubbish. “All tucked in. Close your eyes now Little Bird. Try and sleep.”

He started to stand, but the girl’s eyes doubled in size, wordlessly begging him not to go. He settled his weight once more.

“How’s about a story then?”

She immediately brightened.

“Will you tell me a Hellblazer story?”

John laughed.

“Those stories are a bit too dark for you Little Bird. When your older. Promise. I was thinking something a bit more age appropriate. With dragons.”

Her face dropped.

“A fairy tale?”

“Not exactly, luv. By all accounts this is a true story.”

She quirked an eyebrow suspiciously.

“It does begin a long time ago, in a land far away. About a thousand years ago. In a land called Nol. It was a different dimension. Nol was a peaceful kingdom, in the heights power. Arts, sciences, magic. A true utopia by all accounts. Streets of gold and all that. Actually,” he smirked, leaning onto his side, and gesturing with one hand while chanting under his breath. Sparks of gold light shot from his fingers, and after a few quick twirls, he flicked them towards the ceiling with a flourish. “Better to show than tell, innit?”

The sparks of gold fluttered and danced, multiplied, and arranged themselves into an image. Rachael gasped and watched in wide-eyed wonder that briefly made John understand Zatanna’s Copperfeild routine. Hovering above them, at an angle suited for a child to fall asleep to, the streets of Nol took shape, exactly as John pictured them when he read about them.

Polished marble walls rose ever skyward the tallest among them of height with a modern skyscraper. The streets, onyx, not gold, sloped downward in a gentle incline towards the port, and the sea beyond. All manner of strange vessels were docked there, traders and travelers from strange unknown lands. The great gates of the walled city were many, made of bronze, and flanked by the figures of many fantastic beasts. Here a griffin, there a sphinx, manticores, and many others beyond listing. The houses were of chalcedony or marble, with each their own walled gardens. No workers tools had ever touched these stones, and in fact it looked more like the stone had grown into the shapes they now held.

Of that same seemingly grown stone was the palace, directly in the city’s center. The highest of its towers dwarfed the Great Wall of Nol. And there were many towers. The palace was an opulent thing of soaring towers and impossible domed buildings, of high bridges between towers that seemed impossibly fragile from below.

The child consumed every detail with awestruck wonder.

“The people of Nol enjoyed a thousand years of peace, power, and prosperity. Now, the thing about good times is that they make people soft. See, the soldiers of Nol, save a few brave fools, had grown fat and confident. Sure there were a handful of knights and soldiers who traveled the countryside solving problems and seeking honor and all that rubbish, but mostly the good people of Nol believed nothing bad would ever happen to them.”

“And that’s exactly when something bad happened to them, right John?”

“That’s right. That’s the first lesson in this story, Little Bird. Prepare for the worst, and always expect it to get worse.” She nodded.

“And so, it was a great shock, then, when the dragon came.” The image of the city was replaced with the silhouette of a dragon, a massive thing with glowing eyes. The earth seemed to tremble at its wingbeats and Rachael gasped at the sight of it. “The Primordial Serpent, The Conqueror Wyrm, Malkior. From the east the dragon came, in the late hours after the sun had set. The beating of his mighty wings stirred the whole city to waking, and the soldiers, who were used to only marching about and yelling at rowdy kids prepared for a fight. The first fight for most of em.”

Even as he spoke, images of soldiers rushing too and fro in panicked chaos replaced that of the dragon.

“Now, the great dragon made quick work of the city’s walls, with his great claws and his mighty tail, and even quicker work of the inexperienced troopers practically throwing themselves at him. Even those brave knights who had returned to the city failed to even scratch the dragon’s mighty scales. All seemed lost for Nol, as the beast made his way towards the heart of the great city, intent on the palace and full of sinister purpose.”

Though Constantine had made sure the images were age appropriate, Rachael had pulled the covers up to her nose and was squeezing Bartok tightly.

“But, and this is the most important lesson from this story, it is always better to be clever than it is to be brave, or strong. And very luckily for Nol, there just so happened to be a very clever mage named Rorek. See Rorek had spent his whole life studying magic specially to kill Malkior. Rorek happened to be in the palace, studying magic with the king’s high mage, and when he heard the beating of those sinister wings he knew exactly what to do. Armed with naught but his personal spell book and his wits, Rorek claimed the tallest tower in the palace of Nol to face his hated foe.” The words flowing forth from John were just as magical as the scenes mirroring them to the little girl, and she fought against drooping eyelids to not miss the epic battle she knew was fast approaching.

“ The dragon reached the palace just as Rorek emerged on the tower’s roof.

‘Hark dem-“

“Do the voices.” The girl demanded in a voice laden with sleep. John could think of no reason to refuse.

“ ‘Hark demon! I am Rorek! For too long you have burned and killed and destroyed unchecked and unopposed. I oppose thee now!’” The voice he used now was softer, and a bit more proper. One might allege that he based it off one Jason Blood, though Constantine would never confirm this if pressed on it.

“ ‘Little man,’ said the dragon,” in a voice not dissimilar to Jason’s better half, “ ‘ I am the destroyer, the defiler, the conqueror. I am Malkior! I have seen worlds rise and fall, only to rise again. I have slain kings and emperors, heroes and champions. Who are you to think to stand against me?’ And Rorek stood tall and began his spells. The battle was fearsome, for Malkior too was versed in powerful and ancient magics. It seemed for every spell, hex or curse Rorek threw at Malkior, the dragon knew it’s counter. But Rorek was clever, and even while casting an unending torrent of spells, he prepared his last trick.

‘Foul beast, demon that you are, thy name does not suit thee, but nonetheless, Malkior, I call thee by thy true name, and by thy name bind thee!’

And the dragon roared with fury, lashing, thrashing and cursing even as he was pulled into Rorek’s book and bound. But with a final curse, disaster struck, and the tower which had been the scene of their epic battle was reduced to rubble, and Rorek was lost. But Nol remembered its hero, and until it’s final days celebrated the triumph of Rorek of Nol.”

As the final scene came to a close, the image faded, and the swirling cloud of golden dust dissipated and dissolved.

“So you see-“ John cut off as he turned to look at the girl and found her snoring softly.

He smiled, whispering an enchantment to ward against bad dreams, and brushing her hair back, kissed her forehead to seal the spell in place.

The barrage of vision and memory came with shocking clarity and coherence. Had he not been seated, John would have been knocked off his feet. The things he saw would haunt him for years to come.

It took time to compose himself well enough to stand, much less return to the study, where, hours later Zatanna found him, cigarette in one hand, scotch in the other.

It had been some time since Zee had seen John this upset. It was only after a second and third drink that he smoothed his unruly blond hair back, took a deep breath and spoke.

“We need to talk about Rachael. And her dreams.”

[kitzatara]

Picture this. A Justice League Dark: Apokolips War concept scene.

John Constantine has just defeated Wonder Woman and is now able to focus his attention on Darkseid.

“You’ll pay for what you’ve done.” He grinds out through clenched teeth, he begins summoning power to attack the tyrant. The ruler of Apokolips barely acknowledges him as he hurls his fiery spell. There’s a resounding explosion as the fire makes contact... but not with Darkseid. The smoke clears to reveal a glowing blue shield protecting the monster. John feels the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up as power he’s only felt once crackles through the air. There floating down into the throne room is none other than Zatanna. The one person John has missed above all others.

“Zee...” Darkseid scoffs.

“Her mind is gone wretched magician. You think Darkseid would leave one such as this to be free? No. I bent her will to mine and now she will kill you.” John can barely react as the Sorceress supreme lays down mystical fury. Energy swirls and archs destroying anything except the flimsy shield John has thrown up. The sheer force of her magic throws him backwards.

“Constantine!” Raven cries out as the stone cracks beneath him. He’s pretty sure he’s cracked a rib as well.

“Raven... get out” John chokes out between gasps. They’ll never survive both parademons and Zatanna’s full power. Even if they did they’d still have to take out Darkseid. They were losing all over again.

Raven is suddenly by his side. Or maybe she’d been there a while John didn’t know. But suddenly he could breathe again.

“Kid I’m not kidding, we’re out of our weight class.” Another bolt of mystic energy rains down on them. Raven’s shield does a slightly better job but the strain is obvious.

“You have to go.”

“I won’t leave you behind!” Raven shouts struggling to hold of the magic as it grows steadily stronger.

“You must. I can’t leave her... not again.” John says as tears prick his eyes. He angrily wipes the bastards away. He can goad Darkseid on, something about hiding behind a woman. Letting mortals handle the work of gods or something equally upsetting to an egomaniac. He might die in the process but at least everyone will be safe. Besides the world didn’t need little Johnny anyway.

“You’re wrong!” John forgot the kid could sense emotion.

“I still have one trick up my sleeve. Just like you taught me.”

“What’re you-?”

“Azarath... metrion... ZINTHOS!” She shouts and just like that her dark magic shield swirls and shoots right down Zatanna’s beam of energy and strikes her right in the head. She screams and the attack halts as Raven collapses next to John.

“Oh raven... what’ve you done?” Darkseid stands his omega beams fixed on the teo of them only for a magic blast to send him all the way across the room. John stares at Zee as she clutches her head. Eyes glowing blue with rage.

“John, tend to the girl who just saved my mind. Darkseid is mine.”

(Look I know it probably won’t happen but god damn it a bitch can DREAM)

[infernumagi-a]

romance headcanons

name: john constantine

nickname:  johnny, johnny boy

gender: cis man (he/him)

romantic orientation: bisexual, biromantic and polyamorous

preferred pet names: if you call him an asshole he’ll consider it a pet name so really anything goes 

relationship status: a Mess(tm) 

favorite canon / fandom ship: john & zee 100% they’re soulmates

favorite crossover ship: my bitch...... is on hiatus BUT @monstrumdei​ (bigby wolf from fables)  & john? fucking iconic baby 

opinion on true love: he believes in it in like a cosmic sense, in like soulmates n shit, because in this world of magic he lives in, of course that exists, and to him, that’s zatanna 

opinion on love at first sight: not necessarily, but he doesn’t think into it that much 

how ‘romantic’ are they?: not that much tbh, i mean, he doesn’t mind romance, but big romantic gestures just don’t come naturally to him, it’s not something he feels strongly about either way, though

ideal physical traits: john is a SLUT and if it walks, it talks, and has the ability to consent? he’s into it. 

ideal personality traits: for a hook up, doesn��t really matter, but for a relationship he definitely likes people who can make him laugh and match his humor, he won’t admit it but he’d also rather be with someone that doesn’t really enable his self destructive tendencies, but he’s not looking for someone to fix him by any means. someone loyal who won’t go nuts on him and become evil. stares at a certain someone.

unattractive physical traits: all he asks for is that they’ve showered in the past week 

unattractive personality traits: god complex, a desire to murder him, basic stuff like that 

ideal date: he’s not really one much for dates n stuff he doesn’t have anything specific in mind that is ideal other than just one good day where something doesn’t try to kill him and/or his partner 

do they have a type?: not specifically, no 

average relationship length:  sdjbfsnfb who tf knows it varies so much 

preferred non-sexual intimacy: bathing together or cuddling tbh 

commitment level: he’s actually a very committed person in a relationship! he’d never cheat, and most of his relationships tend to be more on the open side of things so why the fuck even cheat, but no he’s definitely very loyal and committed to his partners 

opinion of public affection: ehhh not something he indulges in often, doesn’t think it’s necessary

past relationships?: notably, zatanna zatara, nick necro, kit ryan (in my canon they dated, but never married), stanley manor, desmond laveau/oliver the bartender and a bunch of other random ones bc like i said, he’s a slut 

tagged by: @guiltspelled <3 tagging: @golddome @trickshxt @cvldthief @beliefruined @deadlcrd @interphrase

[the-constantone]

basically FUCCCCCCCK OFF JLD MY ASS

Spoilers underneath duh

Zee saying I love you

Marriage confirmed and you can’t sway me otherwise imma screen crab the fuck out of that scene

John shaved for this.

Bruce is a cockblocker and John agrees BUT I NEED MY KISS DC

John verifying the only reason he joined and is even THERE is for HER.

John being sassy dick like zee you know who you married

wtf two years and John’s being drunk gdi

JOHN PUNCHED SUPS HAHA

wait did zee die

ZEE DIED ?!?!?!?!

welp his reaction is accurate he would drink himself to death

WHAT

HE FUCKING WAT

okay they super underpowered zee but I guess she was too much of an op character to make this story work

JOHN LEAVING HER THO ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME FUCK OFF

okayjohn might die reversing this or the memory thing

John and Etrogen being mopy drunk buddies tho is A+++

Look Lois boxing Harly is cool but I gotta ask

why label this justice league DARK WHEN ONLY TWO OF THE TEAM IS THERE AND THEYRE BOTH A MESS

fucking John and his ex’s lmao I’m not even shocked

Omfg Damian I don’t carrrtre for exposition why the hell is this JLD when it’s obviously a JL movie ugh

IF EVERYONE GETS A KISS SCENE IN THIS BUT JOHN AND ZEE I FUCKING QUIT

John leaving while zee died (which I’m starting to think she didn’t) is still fucking me up, she went down WAY too easy I don’t like it and I’m like 99% sure she isn’t dead or John’s gonna bring her back and sacrifice himself or their love thing

HAH orchid kicked John out lmfao (well if he left zee to die I would have too)

Welp everyone fucking dying randomly ok then Barbra orchid superboy

Why isn’t there more raven and John bonding more

A LOT is happening and the pacing is super fast holy crap let me breathe

LOIS AND CLARK GET TWO KISS SCENES AND JOHN AND ZEE GET ZERO SO FAR

EVEN JOHN HATES IT

johnny boy has a plan y’all I know him he wouldn’t be there if there was no plan and I know it involves zee

I have zero emotion for everyone dying

Okay so I’m damn sure johns gonna have to fight zee now ugh I know that’s what this lead up is

Holy shit I do not care about this fight even etrogens death

YEEEE JOHN FUCK WONDER WOMAN UP

She and John are honestly the only ones with decent set up in this fucking movie

OKAY

Okay bats say she really died so I guess dark side knew she was too OP to keep

OH FUCK JOHN GO OFF well.....it was a

Good plan

WHAT

THAT IS HOW HE DIES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

HIS NECK IS BROKE BY TRIGON FUCK OFF

YEAH NO NOW THERE IS LITERALLY NO REASON TO CALL THIS JLD

I HATE THIS

De sus ex Clark getting powers back??????? For some reason?????????

WHAT ZEE JOHN AND ZEE SPEND ETERNITY TOGETHER WHRN HE DIES CANON ITS CANON

Cool so at least we know they’d spend enternity together

MAKING HIM

oh that makes so much fucking sense

I KNEW IT

so my canon were zee held his soul contract was her pull holy shit it makes sense VALIDATED AGAIN

MY KISS FINALLY AFTER A MILLION YEARS FUCK WE GET A FUCKING KISS 

Also JOHN REVERSE THIS SHITTY MOVIE AND GO SPEND ETERNITY WITH ZEE ALREADY

Zee forcing John to run and live with a spell is on point but her dying is still stupid and I hate it. So does John he’s about to kill Bruce for putting it in her head.

I still HATE IT

Look if John doesn’t end this movie setting shit right I’m ignoring all of it

John: i regret joining these idiots

GOD DAMNIT NOW WE’RE ERASING TIME AGAIN SO JOHN AINT MARRIED TO ZEE FUCK OFFFF WE GOTTA START STUPID BAD EX SHIT AGAIN

[prurientpuddlejumper]

Brad Dourif Gifs Masterlist

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Thomas Nash)

Thomas Nash

Chaindance/Common Bonds (Johnny Reynolds)

angry breathing

getting ready for a date

Making out

More making out

Critters 4 (Al Bert)

Captain Asshole

Fingers crossed

Al Bert (screencaps)

Cypress Edge (Colin McCammon)

Shooting guns

Wink

Lurking & flirting

Dead Scared/The Hazing (Prof. Kapps)

Evil spooky glasses boy

Evil book nerd

Stroking the professor’s staff bow chika bow wow

Jumpscare

You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?

Dune (Piter de Vries)

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion

It is by coffee alone I set my mind in motion 

Bondage kink Piter

Screencaps

Costume reference screencaps

Eyes of Laura Mars (Tommy Ludlow)

Cut rope an’ shit

Graveyard Shift

Shaking hands while holding dead rat

Chewing

Dourif-Patented Scrunchy Face

Costume reference screencaps

Halloween (Sheriff Brackett)

Brad offers Malcolm McDowell a cappuccino 

Laurie, give me the gun

Laurie, give me the gun (small version)

Brad & McDowell behind the scenes

Horseplayer (Bud Cowan)

You’re mine now

Seducing Bud

If Looks Could Kill (Gene Hanson)

Gene Hanson

Hot tub scene

Law & Order: SVU (Dr. Iggy Drexel)

Not. Science!

Fire expert

Lock and Roll Forever (Zee)

Domo!

Millennium (Dennis Hoffman)

Screencaps

Mississippi Burning (Clinton Pell)

Get the door

Poke the belly

Psychopath eyes (screencaps)

Threatening shave (screencaps)

Clinton Pell sentenced (screencap)

Murder She Wrote

Angry pointing

Angry pointing (screencaps)

Priestly (screencaps)

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (Billy Bibbit)

You’ve got beautiful hair

Just Billy being cute

Phoenix (Reiger)

Do I look like I’m kidding?

You people make me sick

Brad on TV (screencap)

Priest (the Salesman)

Bottle shot out of his hand

Move outta the way!

Death scene

Santa Monica

Crying at a soup kitchen

Santa Monica (full video)

Santa Brad (screencaps)

Sinner (the Caddy)

Lighting a cigar

Toast with wine

Sworn to Justice

Psychic visions in the courtroom + Brad in a tie

Brad hugging a teddy

Tales of the Unexpected (the Hitchhiker)

Hitchhiking

Cackling

Handsome boy

Smoking + driving

Trauma (Dr. Lloyd)

A single tear

Terrible decapitation down an elevator shaft

Old photograph (screencaps)

Oh noes I decapitated a baby?! (screencaps)

Young Like Us (Scary Larry)

Shhh

Chucky poster + air kisses

Mysterious ways

Literally, the multiverse

Young Woman’s Blues

Brad singing

Brad dancing

Screencaps

Photos (screencaps)

Behind the scenes (screencaps)

Multiple sources: 

Brad Dourif in Glasses

Masterlists:

Alien Resurrection

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans

Body Parts

Chucky Series

Death and Cremation

Death Machine

End of the World

The Exorcist III

Fringe: The Day We Died

Hidden Agenda

Istanbul

Medium Rare

Progeny (Bert Clavell)

Ragtime

Star Trek Voyager

Sonny Boy

Tales From the Crypt

Urban Legend

Interviews, Q&As, Etc.