#HE BOUGHT HER A WALL!!!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Pacey/Joey Moments Per Episode: 3x16 To Green, With Love (Part 2)

[swordsoffour]

Female characters that I got weirdly obsessed with as a kid you will always be special to me

[faaun]

my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you

[sincerely-sofie]

Would twig eat jello?

Twig would have loved eating jello as a young human, but she'd be utterly repulsed by it as an adult pokemon. She's got a thing about food being slimy, and Jello activates her fight or flight response. She can't wrap her head around why she ever liked it in the first place when she finds it so gross now. Maybe it's something to do with charmeleon biology??? Can they just not keep down jello?? Whatever it is, she hates it and its mouth-feel with a fiery passion.

Kip, meanwhile, would love the stuff.

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom called me a shitty roommate today bc after months of her telling me to rent a uhaul (too young to do so) and then flaking out on me whenever I asked her if we could it on x day, I gave up on trying to get my bf's heavy TV and dresser and ordered a mountable tv, instead of buying more storage totes so that I could add to the ever increasing stack of totes in our guest bedroom

[necroticneurosis]

i painted his face again. hes the most beauitful not-quite-a-man ive ever seen in my life. i love her more than anything in this world, in the last, or the next. id burn everything for her id follow her to the ends of the earth and id do it all again just to be with her to see her to touch her. i dont know which is better. getting to look at and touch her every day of my life until i die because were so intertwined now or being able to see her outside of myself and touch her and look at her and take candids and f-

[fingertipsmp3]

I’m always so fascinated by people’s bad roommate stories. I’m not sure I’ll ever live with someone I haven’t vetted extensively beforehand ever again

[witchcraftingboop]

I cannot stress enough how much I hate having to hold my tongue when my boss complains about his pregnant wife, who he flew in from overseas to live with him, wanting him to spend time with her. The words "she's an artist, yknow, so she's emotional and crazy" left his mouth yesterday and I damn near lost the battle. My inner demons were like "you can always start again somewhere new"

[frayedcircus]

doodling in a whiteboard with some friends and accidentally created the sloppiest most pathetic wet cat of a man you’ve ever seen. i hate him so much i hope he dissolves.

we named him cohan rivers bc it’s an awful name<333

(he secretly has weezer blue eyes)

thank you to @pearonpizza @yellowfrog456 @unofficial-trader-joes and @barrkcaat for helping create this horrible guy.

[charlesleclerctv]

what's ur fave one direction album.. cant believe we've never discussed this before

FOUR !!!! not a single skip 🫡 something about 2014 albums hits like crack

[chloelouygo]

I bought a linkin park cd today and my mum has already stolen it for her car-

[talentforlying]

LET ME ASSIGN YOU AN AESTHETIC WORD.

CAFUNÉ. cafuné means running your fingers through someone's- perhaps a lover, hair. it's such an intimate, affectionate way of showing love. if you got this result, you're a romantic at heart; very sweet, delicate, precious wandering soul. aren't you scared of your heart being too big for your body? somehow, you remind me of that pretty coral pink that bleeds into a soft indigo when the sun is slowly setting.

what i'd like to tell you is that we can't save everyone, and that's okay. you're doing your best, and it's enough.

tagged by: @danversiism!! <3 tagging: you!!

[todayisafridaynight]

Snap. Aoki plush. You can finally dunk him in milk

PLEAAAASE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO COME ON HERE AND POST ABOUT ITTTTTT

[dragonbinx]

With Love From

Part of my New Year’s series from last winter.  Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: Dawson’s Creek

Ship: Joey/Pacey

Characters: Pacey Witter, Joey Potter

A phone ringing woke Pacey from a near catatonic sleep. It took him one ring to wake up, two more to realize it was his cell phone, and it was midway through its fifth and final ring when he picked it up. “H’lo?”

“Hey, Pacey.”

He sat up, not completely awake, but certainly more aware than he had been. He hadn’t heard her voice in months. “Hey, Jo.”

“Doug gave me your new number.”

“He did?”

“Well, Jack did. I guess they’ve been hanging out?”

“Ah. Yes, they have. So is this an early Christmas present for me?”

“Might be more of a present for me.”

“Is that so? Well, that’s flattering."

“I just mean, I won’t be able to see you. Not any of you. I can’t make it home for Christmas. The dorms are open through the holiday, and the plane ride is expensive, my French isn’t good enough to wait tables and I just couldn’t make it happen.”

“I heard. I still see Bessie around, y’know.”

“Right. Of course.” There was a moment of silence on the line. “I’m sorry, Pace.”

“For what?”

“For ditching you with a letter and going radio silent until I needed someone to talk to. You deserve better than that.”

“Doesn’t seem that different from me taking off on a boat before graduation. Trust me, I know what it’s like to need to cut ties sometimes.”

“How did you do it?”

He shifted the phone, frowning in the dark of his room. “Leave? The same way you did, just on a boat instead of a plane.”

“No, I mean …” she trailed off.

“Jo?”

“I haven’t made any friends here. I’m getting better at French, but I still can’t have a conversation without having to ask people to repeat themselves over and over, and I’m the only one, because I’m the only one who came to Paris on a whim instead of it being planned, or because my parents are rich, and what was I thinking? I’ve never been impulsive, and this is what I started with.”

“Whoa, hold on, you’ve absolutely been impulsive before. Or do you not remember how our relationship started?”

“That was different,” she said, exasperated but somehow soft at the same time.

“Why, because it worked out? Because if you remember, you didn’t like the boat so much the first couple weeks when we couldn’t find you new clothes and you couldn’t fall asleep in the hammock and you fell off the side on the third day.”

“And you laughed at me.”

“After I got you out of the water, and to be fair, it was very funny.”

“I miss you.”

He smiled to himself, happier than he probably should be at such a simple confession. “Good thing you have my phone number, then.”

“Good thing.”

“Oh, and Potter? Maybe figure out the time differences for next time.”

There was another pause and he practically hear her doing the math in her head. Then a small, disbelieving, guilty, “Damn it.”

*

“I’m doing Easter.”

Joey’s voice was slurred with sleep. “Pacey? Whassit?”

Pacey paced around the small room of his studio apartment, too agitated to feel guilty. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late there, but Joey, they gave me the Easter menu at my restaurant. The place is booked, and it’s the one holiday the head chef takes off, and the sous chef just called in with a family emergency, and somehow they decided to give it to me.”

“That’s amazing!”

“No, it’s not, because I am Pacey Witter, screw up. I might be able to do the basics now, but if I get handed something big like this, I’m gonna mess it up. You know, you’ve seen me do it.”

“Well, that’s just stupid.”

He took a sharp breath in. “Excuse me?”

“Look, I’m tired, so I’m giving you the tough love speech. You have proven time and time again that you are talented and capable and the only thing getting in the way of your inevitable success is you. I’m sorry your family was awful, I really am, and if you want to talk about it at length at a reasonable hour, I am more than willing to do so. But you are Pacey Witter, the guy with friends who love and respect you and clearly bosses who think you can do this, so forget what your dad thought you were capable of when you were fifteen. I know what you’re capable of now, and you’ve got this. And if you need to be reminded, and Jack or Jen or Grams or Doug or even Bessie, aren’t available to say the same, because you know they will, you can call me. At a normal time. Goodnight.”

The dial tone sounded in his ear, leaving him gaping and speechless. Leave it to Joey to give him the most supportive speech in more irritated tone of voice that he’d ever heard.

*

“I hate Halloween.”

Pacey nodded to himself as he hung up a motion activated ghost in Doug’s yard. It went well with the inflatable Frankenstein and giant skeleton. “I know.”

“It’s stupid. What does everyone want a holiday just to scare people for anyway?”

“Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Right?”

“Not the holiday, you.”

“Har-har.”

“What’s going on? I know you’ve never been into Halloween or anything, but this seems excessive.”

“It isn’t a big holiday in Paris. And I told that to my coworkers, and now they want to take me out to some haunted house thing for my big return to American Halloween. And maybe … I’m a little freaked out.” Her voice was small and a little embarrassed, and Pacey felt so fond he could barely stand it.

“Of course you are. You are my favorite skittish kitten, Potter.”

“I think I’m old enough to just be a scaredy cat now, Witter.”

“Never. It lacks flair.”

She groaned. “This is exactly the comfort from a dear friend that I was hoping for.”

“You want something comforting? Then just look in the mirror. You are the most intimidating person I know. I’ve seen you ruin people’s days with a single withering stare. You recently came back from an international adventure, living somewhere you didn’t know the language, and Jack told me about the French creep you kneed in the balls.”

“He deserved it.”

“I have no doubt,” Pacey chuckled, sticking devil horns on Doug’s mailbox. “Jo, anything that is in that house should be scared of you, not the other way around.”

“That does actually help. Thanks, Pace.”

“You’re very welcome.” He sighed wistfully. “Think now that you’re back in the State I’ll get to see that gorgeous face of yours again?”

“I hope so. I need to make sure you didn’t grow back that mustache when I was gone.”

“It’s a handlebar now.”

“Of course it is.”

“Uh, I gotta go.” He put the cell phone down and held his hands up in a pacifying gesture as Doug, who had just pulled up to the house, got out of his car with a mixture of shock, horror, and growing fury on his face. “Now, let me explain …”

*

“Do you know what today is?”

Rain thrummed against the window as Pacey lay on his couch, trying to think past the fog his brain was constantly in these days. “Um … Tuesday?”

“Not what I … wait, no, it’s Wednesday.”

“Is it?” He stifled a yawn. “Sorry, opening the restaurant is even more time consuming than everyone warned me it would be. What’s up?”

There was quiet on the other end of the line, and some sense of foreboding tingled the back of his neck. “What’s today?”

“My mom’s been dead for ten years.”

“Oh, Jo …”

“Bessie doesn’t want to talk about it, and … I haven’t spoken to Dawson since I left for Paris.” Her breath shuddered in his ear, and more than ever, he wished they were in the same place. How was he supposed to have this conversation and not be holding her? “You’re the only one I could think of who knew her, and I just needed … I don’t know.”

“She used to play checkers with me.”

He heard Joey sniffle, but she sounded better when she asked, “She did?”

“Yeah. Doug was just starting as a cop and Gretchen was getting popular in school and they wouldn’t play with me anymore. Dawson thought that checkers were below him or something, and we played one time and you got mad when you lost and flipped the board.”

She laughed wetly. “I think I remember that. Sorry.”

“So your mom would play with me. I mean, I wasn’t at your house much, so we only played a handful of times before I decided I was too old for it. But it was nice of her. I never forgot.”

“Checkers, huh?”

“Is that judgement of my choice of childhood game I’m hearing?”

“No, no, of course not.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s perfect,” she told him, sincere in a way that made him feel warm.  He was relieved that he could still help her when she needed him most.

“Maybe we can play next time you’re in town. Y’know, if you can promise you won’t flip the board again when you lose.”

“You wish, Witter.”

*

“JOEY POTTER!”

“You don’t have to yell, Pace, I can hear you.”

“SORRY - sorry, Joey Potter.”

“I take it Doug’s Fourth of July barbecue went well.”

“Didja know?”

“About him and Jack? Yeah, Jack told me. Asked me how he should tell you.”

“Y’told ‘em to be making out when I got there?”

“No, I’m pretty sure that was an accident.”

“My friends hafta stop kissing my siblings.”

“I’ll make a note.”

“Well, you can’t. Only have sisters besides Doug n’ Doug’s gay, he told me. Unless y’like my sisters, I guess.”

“Uh-huh. Did this really require getting drunk?”

“Yup. Doug’s pants were off.”

“… oh.”

“I’ll be happy for them tomorrow.”

“That’s fair. Promise me you’ll drink some water.”

“Okay. I miss seeing your face, Joey Potter.”

“I miss you too, Pace. You have no idea.”

“Aw, tha’s nice. I’m gonna throw up now.”

*

The beginning of the end of 2008 was at hand. Five minutes until the best, worst, and most surreal year of his life was over. Jen and Grams were gone, he was a character on a teen drama and basically a third parent to a two-year-old, and Joey Potter was curled up on his couch next to him.

“A whole holiday season spent together instead of on the phone. I don’t know if I’ll get used to it.”

“I could go into the other room and call you if you’re feeling nostalgic.” Joey snuggled further into his chest, so he was pretty sure it wasn’t a real offer.

“No, no. I’ll learn to deal with it somehow.”

“I mean, in a couple minutes, we get to kiss at midnight, that’s pretty nice. And then after that, we can play checkers.”

“You want to start your year with a loss?”

He could only see her hair from this angle, but he could feel her scowl. “Oh, it’s on, Witter.”

“If you say so, dear.” He kissed the top of her head and pulled her as close as he could. He hadn’t been kidding; part of him did miss those phone calls. But this was so much better. This was how he wanted to spend all of his holidays for the rest of his life.

[tariah23]

He’s in my bed now… 🥺

[shannonsketches]

You think you'll never get old and then one day you log on and there's a "First Manga" poll that Bleach, Sailor Moon, Naruto, and DBZ didn't make the cut for