#( Jack. )
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Angel sighed as she pushed open the doors to the old school building. She looked around for Ivy and slumped down her back against her locker when she didn't find her. Jack smirked and walked over " you seem happy to be here " angel scoffed " I don't want to be here, can't go home till tonight or I will be murdered " she smirked. He looked at her and laughed " oh you parents are not that bad " he looked around and smiled waving when he saw Ivy.
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“ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “ // jack x geovany
there is this song jack heard the other day while cooking his meal that said something about not being easy to be someone that you never dream to be and it talked about how you feel small in certain situations compared to other people, he had never been the type of person to dwell on his own sob stories but ever since geovany came into his life he seems to be finally picking his own battles to fight. lunch was great that day, he ate his food sitting on the curb in front of the stairs that lead to the dance studio he taught kids while waiting for his next class, and he thought about how lucky he is to be able to appreciate little things in life. he had always been a simple-minded kind of person, he just never realized how that must have worked through his entire life, shielding him from much stupidity. and whenever he felt crestfallen and off control of his own feelings, he would always repeat the words his mother would use to refer to him that at least he was nothing like john.
great people are hard to come by though and he knows that because he was never really surrounded by many role models, besides his parents and a few teachers and friends here or there, he just had to critic his actions by himself. and by some amazing deal of luck again, he wasn't that easily swayed by any side regarding what was right or wrong. in that sense, he was somewhat like john though just choosing to go with the flow and whatever comes next. day after day and battle after battle, he was just living life to be lived like a task that never ends. there were some good memories along the way, but none enough to make him wish to make life wait so he could live it again. that is until he meet geovany and his ordeal just begin to look a little bit too ordinary. everything he said or did was funny to the others, his words as little as they were to him were like big wisdom and his time suddenly started to look like it was precious. he begins to look forward to taking him out to eat every week, to pay for his meals, and sometimes to even invite him over to cook for them, to listen to him talk about whatever, and to encourage himself to be a real person for probably the first time in his life.
they might have overdone on the soju this time because jack felt his eyes wet in front of his friend, he had to blink a few times in a quick response to hide them and drink up another shot. the worst part of it wasn't what was going inside him or whatever feeling he might have towards his complicated and intriguing life, but the way geovany set the tone of the conversation with such a kind and melodic voice. if it weren't for the genuine look of affection in his eyes and the way his expression was so soft that made jack want to touch his idiotic face, he would be definitely laughing, but he felt raw under those eyes, naked and dizzy. "that's enough booze for both of us." he was telling himself that he was drunk, way too drunk and was begging to see things that weren't exactly there. his heart was beating like a drum set in his chest, it was exciting and all at once way too bewildering. he took the four empty glass bottles in front of them and got up to put them over to the sink, he couldn't believe they were so hammered. geovany just had a way of making him seem like the easiest person to be with, all his guards not lifting one finger up.
still up on his feet, he wanted to pace around his room to regain consciousness, hopefully. "you know most of what i say it's just shit, right?!" he begin trying to joke back on, confusingly trying to settle in the things off his couch to sit. his apartment was the size of a shoebox, there weren't any doors between the rooms except for the bathroom. there wasn't that much space to go with so there wasn't much furniture, the living room consisted of a couch and a coffee table that was mostly where jack would eat since there was no space for a real table. right in front of it was a small tv and then his bed, which was a mattress supported by a few beams of wood. all of his things were hidden inside his wardrobe, which was the only thing that seemed like he actually brought with his money besides his pans and kitchen utensils. he enjoyed cooking as much as he enjoyed his place, it was cozy and he was proud to be a clean person, it wasn't that hard to make it organized since it was so small and he had so little. other people might pity his station or the way he was living, so that's why he lied about his address for geovany before. but much to his surprise, geovany wasn't all fazed or disappointed, in fact, he appeared comfortable there which was conventional since jack loved having him over.
"you should stay, it's pretty late." saying that was enough to make his heart rate become quite a concern, but he didn't give it a thought and moved over to pick up his cigarettes from the table they were drinking and that geovany was still sitting at. "but i should warn you..." he began, putting the cigarette on his lips. "oh, do you mind?" he picked the cigarette again, with wide eyes and a cute little expression of wonder. he never bothered to ask geovany if he smoked, he probably didn't but at the same time, he didn't want him to be uncomfortable in his presence to make him not want to come around again. right now in his life, he couldn't afford the luxury of acting recklessly in front of the person he enjoyed being with the most, he was not about to lose him and he already lost too much. he would gladly stop smoking altogether if it were to keep him there forever, it was a stupíd habit anyway one he did subconsciously for a very long time for a reason that he wasn't even sure he knew. and now that he thought of it, just like smoking had been on autopilot so it had been his life. he didn't want to put that pressure on the thought that it was geovany making him take the wheel, because if he actually did he might not be able to set the brakes.
#ouvindo clay no repeat#how gay is that#NO BC THIS IS ACTUALLY GOOD WRITING#im proud#e tb traduz o que esta na minha mente#ha um mes#jack.#jack x geovany#its mean to be
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jack anderson. 52 years of age, has attended the camp for 30 years. works as an accountant for a local market. joyful and eager to please, but awkward and insecure sometimes.
he is a sub-bottom/verse and enjoys partaking in:
praise (giv. & rec.) feminization (rec.) breeding dirty talking humiliation (rec.) impact (rec.) throatfucking (rec.) exhibitionism voyeurism more tba.
but he's down for anything except scat & gore.
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closed starter @bcnedaddy location: jack's place
helena wasn't sure how she ended up here. she had been so lost in her own mind, her own issues and self-turmoil, that she had decided to open a bottle of wine and forget it all entirely. then she remembered being dreadfully lonely, calling jack...and now here she was in his space. helena was overwhelmed and she was suddenly aware of every little movement she was making. the walk must have sobered her up more than she had wanted and instead of feeling bold like she had been she just felt...like herself. jack was looking at her with an expression she couldn't quite place and it made her burn a little on the inside. she tried to tell herself that was because she felt safe with jack...but she often wondered if that was all it was.
biting her lip she shuffled awkwardly, looking away from her friend. "i'm sorry for troubling you jack. i think i was just....i don't know. i didn't mean to interrupt you. if you want me to go i can..."
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more muses to be added to the carrd -
jack - canon, he never died ( moved from @nverdied ).
m.ike w.heeler - canon, s.tranger t.hings ( selective as fuck ).
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" we aren't dating , she can talk to whoever she wants . but it's cute . . . how concerned you are . "
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da jack is somewhat loosely affiliated with the lords of fortune as in he is in contact with them, drinks with them and is generally well-disposed in their regards but he does not share his loot with them nor does he owe them any particular loyalty—he's had enough of the privateer lifestyle and after breaking off the contract with the magister that turned on him for freeing slaves, he returns to piracy. his role in veilguard is to be determined as i progress through the game but ideally rook/the lords of fortune themselves negotiate his help in the rivaini struggle against antaam occupation, which he is not that unhappy to provide
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Fuck you, he thought, fuck your empathy.
i need to put him. under a microscope.
#jack.#i had a moment that i called Realization about. jack's ability (tendency?) to compartmentalize and even just the way he does morality(?) bu#the more i examine it the more i think it was not a Realization so much as. just finally acknowledging it?#the more i dig the more i find he's kind of. always been like this.#even when i arguably had No idea what i was doing#(old ocs go brrr)
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after a long and intense match that went into overtime, a victory came out of all the stress and val could finally breathe. as much as she wanted to run onto the ice and give jack a big kiss and congratulate him, the two were still trying to keep things lowkey and she didn't want all of the cameras on her. instead, she was enjoying her time with the unlimited food up in the secluded suite box hanging out with her bodyguard. she figured that it might be a while before he even made his way up, and began to pack her things to get home before the door swung open. "there's my star," val said with pride in her voice, making her way over to her boyfriend and wrapping her arms around him in an embrace, eventually pulling him in for a quick peck on the lips. "you did so good out there, baby.. i wasn't a major fan of all the fighting but you came out with a win, so i'll cheers to that." / @falscgcds
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" you know i'll always come get you. " // @heavenstrck
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with: @jackgelado e @peterpvn
where: Perto do Endlos Motel
Depois de muito convencimento Pinóquio conseguiu arrastar Jack Frost e Peter Pan para a lateral do Endlos Motel. "Eu juro, pelo meu pai, eu tenho certeza que eu vi o Merlin entrando ali e não era com o marido dele. Vocês acham que ele está tendo um caso? Ou fazendo alguma coisa escondido? Nós poderiamos entrar e descobrir. Imagina, aposto que Merlin faria tudo que nós quisessemos se soubessemos algum segredo sujo dele." Pinóquio era um pouco desaforado e com a cabeça extremamente sem razão nenhuma, mas ele tinha certeza que no caminho que havia feito para encontrar os outros dois amigos havia visto o famoso feiticeiro entrando naquele local, e agora a curiosidade estava levando o melhor dele.
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I did a drawing request of my dear Jack who wanted her OC's kissing underneath the mistletoe. They did one for me.
@ariamusic68
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Jack Lowden at the Scottish BAFTAs (x)
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Jack, 3 hottest men at camp?
“ oh c'mon, don't put me in the spot like that! how am i even supposed to pick, so many hotties out here! ” he chuckles, thinking of the feast his eyes would have every summer when he and his family came around to the camp. “ well, if i had to pick, i'd say dakota, that kid's got some crazy muscles on him, the o'conell papa, a buddy of mine with the hottest body hair i've ever seen, and... well, my kids! yeah, i don't like cheating in games, but all my boys are very hot, and deserve to be on that list. that's my answer. ”
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closed starter @bcnedaddy location: evermore park
Helena had no idea how long she was out there. She didn't even really remember getting dressed and leaving the house. All she knew was that she was having strange dreams and while she hadn't had her little trance walks in a while, she was still susceptible to them. She had just been staring out onto the trail, with no coat on, nightgown still there. She felt like she had been looking for something important...that she had to do something important. But instead she saw something else. Someone else. Or he saw her first. She felt a brush of fingertips on her shoulder and she jolted so hard she thought she was going to headbutt him. "J-Jack?" she said confused before looking forward again and seeing...nothing there. "We...We have to stop meeting like this."
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