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#homestuck#Worst Homestuck Ship#JakeJane#Jake x Jane#Crotuna#Cronus x Mituna#Mituna x Cronus#English Muffin#Bad Touch#Jake English#Jane Crocker#Cronus Ampora#Mituna Captor
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Toxic Homestuck Tournament
Reminder this is for the ship you prefer, not the more toxic ship. They're all toxic, man.
Proproganda for erifef under cut.
Erifef: it’s an utter classic. what two other characters get grossly misinterpreted just on their own besides vriska? asshole seadweller + asshole seadweller = hours of fun! these fish will tear each other apart emotionally and i am here for it.
This part wasn't proproganda, but it feels like it should be included, "let my girl feferi “some trolls are more equal than other trolls” peixes be as shitty as she is in canon. they both got woobified in fanon (i don’t know the state of fandom opinion now tbf) but i’m tired of it. not really a classic Toxic ship but that’s because no one shares my vision" thank you for this take stranger!
#toxic homestuck ship tournament#erifef#eridan ampora#feferi peixes#eridan x feferi#janejake#jakejane#jane crocker#jake english#jake x jane#jane x jake#a poll
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#hell yeah alignment chart#tumblr butchered the quality#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#poe dameron#llewyn davis#jonathan levy#rydal keener#santiago garcia#blue jones#nathan bateman#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#leto atreides#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockley x reader#poe dameron x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#jonathan levy x reader#leto atreides x reader#santiago garcia x reader#llewyn davis x reader#blue jones x reader#nathan bateman x reader#oscar isaac#jane makes stuff#mikael boghosian
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#Prove It & Indeed They Did
#could not stop thinking about these two scenes#sorry not sorry#prove it#my favorite kind of angsty scenes#top tier couples with top tier chemistry#nick x jess#ness#new girl#jake johnson#zooey deschanel#my lady jane#jane x guildford#guildford x jane#lord guildford dudley#lady jane grey#edward bluemel#emily bader#2x19#1x4#kiss#kisses#kissing#🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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today was insane. This was the best day I've ever had.
IKIMARU RESPONDED TO ONE OF MY COMMENTS FIRST OFF
I met a huge group of homestucks AND SPENT $425 ON PRINTS AND KEYCHAINS
But trust me when you see the pictures you'll understand...
AND I MET A JANE COSPLAYER WHO HAD MET ZANNEY/BROADWAY KARKST BEFORE.
Today was the best.... ever.
Art on the Prints is by Leia Doodles SHE WAS SO SWEET AND HER ART IS GORGEOUS.
#homestuck#Fan X#Convention#dirk strider#dirkjake#Davekat#Beta kids#Alpha kids#Beta trolls#karkat vantas#dave strider#jade harley#john egbert#rose lalonde#aradia medigo#kanaya maryam#sollux captor#tavros nitram#nepeta leijon#vrisrezi#vriska serket#terezi pyrope#equius zahhak#gamzee makara#feferi peixes#eridan ampora#jake english#roxy lalonde#jane crocker#Broadway karkat
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Tarzan!Jake is everything, but have you comsidered Jane!Jake?
Actually, Nonny, I was JUST thinking about that this morning.
Jane!Jake who doesn’t for a second believe that there’s a feral woman living out in the jungle (despite several crew members saying they’ve seen her)…until he comes face to face with her.
Jane!Jake who thinks feral!reader is so cute despite the hardness her life has given her, staring in awe as she looks at the pictures in his books in wonder.
Jane!Jake who blushes like a mad man every time you strip down in front of him, stuttering through his explanation of why exactly you need to put your clothes back on, and finding it very hard to remain firm as you pour up at him with that cute, little face of yours.
Jane!Jake who almost always goes to bed alone, only to wake up with you curled up in his arms when he wakes up in the morning. And if he holds you a little closer, nuzzling the top of your head? Well, that’s no one’s business but his own.
Jane!Jake who is worried about taking advantage of you despite your eagerness to rub up against him, practically purring into his ear as you straddle his lap, grinding down deliciously into his growing bulge.
Jane!Jake who grows so protective over you, that he insists on being by your side as the different crew members run tests on you and with you.
Jane!Jake 🥰
#answered#anonymous#hey nonny nonny#Jane!jake#jake hangman seresin#Jake hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#hangman#hangman x reader
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Art Duuuuuuuuump! Ft. Paradox Space's cutest couple and best windy gal!
#homestuck#artists on tumblr#my art#oc#sketch#drawing#june egbert#dirk strider#jade harley#rose lalonde#alpha kids#beta kids#(not all of them im sorry)#roxy lalonde#jake english#jane crocker#kanaya x rose#rose x kanaya#kanaya maryam#kanaya#art dump
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and the fictional men with the heart-est heart eyes award goes to:
GIF by kanthypantsalltheway
GIF by livelovecaliforniadreams
GIF by lovesnevertooolate
GIF by benslie
GIF by onlyfornerds
welcome to the most random collection of men but also it’s 2 am so that’s on me
#anthony bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#pacey witter#dawsons creek#gilbert blythe#anne with an e#jake peralta#brooklyn nine nine#mr darcy#pride and prejudice#anthony x kate#joey x pacey#jake and amy#shirbert#anne x gilbert#tv show suggestions#fictional men#period drama#jane austen#bridgerton season 2#alltheshipsilove
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the end of an era,
the beginning of an age.
#homestuck#hs2#homestuck 2#homestuck^2#homestuck2#hs^2#Dirk x Jake#Jake English#Jane Crocker#Dirk Strider#Homestuck Beyond Canon#HSBC#dirkjake
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sneak peak 4 charms I'm selling teehee
#ALSO HAPPY 413 YOU BASTARDS HAVE A GOOD ONE#spiritually at requiem x homestuck cafe event 🥲#homestuck#my art#jade harley#dave strider#john egbert#rose lalonde#roxy lalonde#dirk strider#jake english#jane crocker
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Monkey's Paw is: your ship or headcanon is confirmed and happens in the post canon but it is so bastardized that you no longer look at what you liked with love but with hatred and deep sadness - said by me, a GamJane fan.
Hey, it could be worse, canon could have bastardized it first and post canon confirmed it and made it even worse.
Signed by me, a fucking JakeJane fan.
#homestuck#homestuck fandom#hs2#homestuck 2#homestuck^2#homestuck2#hs^2#Homestuck Beyond Canon#HSBC#Homestuck Epilogues#JakeJane#Jake x Jane#JakexJane#English Muffin
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I can feel my Homestuck interest coming back soooo
You guys should send me Strider requests, or just homestuck requests in general. the striders are my fave tho (yes, also Bro)
Its been a while so some of my homestuck knowledge has left my brain, so what some things are called have probably left my brain. but thats not gonna stop me.
#homestuck#homestuck x reader#homestuck x male reader#homestuck imagine#homestuck headcanon#john egbert#friendsim#dave strider#rose lalonde#jade harley#jane crocker#jake english#roxy lalonde#dirk strider#im not putting all the trolls#or am i#aradia megido#tavros nitram#sollux captor#karkat vantas#nepeta leijon#kanaya maryam#terezi pyrope#vriska serket#equius zahhak#gamzee makara#eridan ampora#feferi peixes
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do it for oscar isaac with a mustache.
#you don't get it#I need the mustache back#oscar isaac#jane makes stuff#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#poe dameron#santiago garcia#miguel o'hara#leto atreides#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockley x reader#poe dameron x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#santiago garcia x reader
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The Alcott
Tags: Jake Seresin x reader, getting back together, short fic, break up and make up, barely a plot tbh
Summary: On a rainy night in Austin, Jake reminds you why you fell in love with him all those years ago.
Warnings: cursing, mild kissing, a lot of prose, breakups, getting back together, jake being a little bit of an ass
A/n: eh, not super happy with it but i wanted it out of my drafts. happy reading to you and 999 followers to me!
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give me some tips to forget you
“Come with me,” he asks. “Come to school with me.” You both know your answer before he even asks the question. He has his path- the Navy, and you have yours- a job waiting for you in New York. He’s proud of you for getting it, of course he is, but you can’t feel that pride now while he’s asking you to leave that behind for him. Maybe you could do it if you loved him a little bit less.
“Jakey,” you sigh, “Please, let’s not do it like this.”
“There’s no other way to do it,” Jake answers, his tone cool. It’s not the voice you like hearing, especially not aimed at you. You know that Jake can be a cruel, harsh person. He’s shown time and time again from girlfriend to girlfriend. “You’re leaving.” His voice shakes and your heart brakes.
“So are you,” you defend softly. “Come on, we don’t have to do it like this.”
“Maybe,” he says. And he walks away, his blond hair glinting in the moonlight. The confidence in his stride is marred only by a shakiness in his unshakable hands.
You don’t see him again for years.
~*~
i’ll ruin it for you
At some point, you forgive him. It comes naturally, and you don’t think you’ll ever be strong enough to hold it against him.
You went different ways. It happens, you know that now, but the way it happened left scars.
Partners go by, men and women who just aren’t Jake. You love them and they leave you or you leave them- it doesn’t matter, really. They never know you like he did.
You accept that he was your person, your one, and you lost that when you let him walk away.
Some people just don’t get a fairytale ending- or any part of a fairytale. You’re lucky enough to have had a brief view of it.
It’s not like you don’t think about him. Visions of little green-eyed kids running through a manicured lawn with Jake laying out in the sun creep into your mind at weaker moments.
And it hurts to think that it could be with somebody else. That he could be with someone else.
But you forgive him. And you try to move on.
~*~
i think i’m falling back in love with you
Rain falls down around you, blocking the stars from peeking through the clouds. The smell- earthy and sweet- fills the night air, despite the city’s atmosphere. The door to the bar protests its movement when you push it open with a long, drawn out squeal. The neon sign above the door flickers from years of use, the green neon “Alcott” sign long since past it’s prime.
The inside looks the same as it did when you were last here. The dark wood paneling that lines the walls is cracked and a little more faded than it used to be, and the lights are dimmer than you remembered, but the smell of cracked leather is the same. It reminds you of blue eyes and blond hair and a signature grin accented with a toothpick between his teeth.
After all the time away, it still feels like he should be here beside you, a hand planted on your lower back, warmth radiating from his body.
You gravitate towards a booth in the back where you used to spend countless nights, a cold glass sweating rings into the sticky wooden tabletop. The cracked leather of the booth is uncomfortable and vaguely tattered, but it feels like old memories.
From your bag, you pull out a faded yellow notebook and start writing anything that comes to mind. Memories fade with ideas, and your thoughts flow onto the page seamlessly.
This place will always, always remind you of him. It’s the most memorable of your old haunts, a place where you spent countless nights pretending to care less about each other than you really did. It was the place where you lost him and the place where you find him and the place where you fell in love with him.
You’re focused on your work when a figure approaches you and a familiar voice greets you. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” That voice, the one you’ve been thinking of, tears you from your writing.
There, standing broad and strong in front of you, is Jake. For a moment you simply stare, thinking it’s a trick of the light. But the gleam in his eyes and the shine of his hair can’t be your imagination.
“Jake?” you ask dumbly. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m giving a speech at the graduation,” he says. “You still live here?” he asks, no judgement in his tone. “You were supposed to do big things in a bigger city.”
“Not everyone can be a naval officer,” you respond with a grin. “And you should know that college dreams don’t work out for everyone. They didn’t for us.” You can’t help but remind him of all the things that happened between you. All those days laying on grainy, Texas clay beaches during weekend trips, sun woven through his hair and his eyes that matches the blue-green water. The late nights cram sessions and coffee runs the morning afterwards, completely enamored by his hand in yours. Laying out on the grassy lawns of campus with a blanket underneath you, iced coffees shared between you, his ball cap backwards and his fingers skimming across the skin of your stomach. “And I don’t live here, I’m just visiting. My cousin is graduating.”
“Murphey?” he asks, light in his eyes. Him and Murph always got along, although they were a strange pairing. Murphey used to visit you some weekends when her parents were busy, and if she stayed with you, it was inevitable for her not to know Jake. “Is she that old now?”
“She’s 22 now. Graduating with an undergrad in nursing. Says she wants to help people,” you explain, pride evident in your voice.
“Fuck,” he says. “That’s unbelievable.”
“Time flies,” you offer. “It’s fucked up, but it happens. Doesn’t feel like it, though.”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“How’s your mom?” Marie Seresin, when you knew her, was a force just like her son.
The smile that fills Jake’s face is soft and wide, a special one saved for his family. “She’s good. Stubborn as usual, but it’s okay what you’d expect.”
“That’s good. Grace still giving you trouble?” Jake’s sister is just as stubborn as his mother, and she has been a strong advocate for you when you and Jake split up.
“She’s been on my ass to settle down, but that’s what older sisters are for.”
“So I’ve heard. No lucky girl ever got you to buy a ring?” you ask, offering him the seat across from you. He slides into the booth and leans forward on his forearms, the sticky tabletop underneath him.
Jake’s grin doesn’t falter as he takes the question in his stride. “Nope. Many have tried, but to no avail. Deployment doesn’t make it easy.”
“Right,” you say.
“And you?” he asks, and you make yourself busy shoving your things into your bag. “Anyone settle you down?”
“No, I’m too romantic for that.” It’s meant to be a joke, but it falls flat between the two of you. Truthfully, you’re too much in your own head to start something new at this point. “I finally wrote that book, though.”
“Really?” he asks, and that old pride is in his eyes. “I thought you said you were never going to finish it.”
“Yeah, well a few years ago I got some inspiration.” It remains unspoken that the inspiration was him. “I sent you a copy.”
“I didn’t get it,” he says. “But I’ll look for it now.” From the old speakers, an old familiar song starts playing. It’s a country song, one you somehow never learned the name of, one that makes a smile grow on Jake’s face.
“Care to join me, darlin’?” Jake drawls, a smirk on his face as he offers his hand to you, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to dance.”
“How could I? You never let me sit down when we used to come here,” you respond, a grin finding its way to your face.
You fit with him like you never left. His hands on your hips, yours on his shoulders. He’s stronger now, broader too. But he smells the same, like lemongrass and linen.
The music is full of static and not quite loud enough, but you dance on nevertheless. Jake spins you away and pull you in effortlessly, sure of his moves while you don’t know what you’re doing. It’s been a long time since you’ve danced with someone like this.
“I haven’t been the same person since I met you,” Jake says breathlessly. It can’t be because of the dancing. “You’ve changed me, and you know how stubborn I am. That’s no small accomplishment, sweetheart.”
You interrupt and tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, doesn’t have to make you feel better. You’ve forgiven him, and there’s no need to bring up old wounds. Not when they’ve scarred so deep. “Jakey-“
“No,” he cuts you off firmly. “Let me do this. You deserve to hear it.” He waits for your slow nod before he continues, his hands at fists by his side. If he reached out to touch you right now, you couldn’t say no. “We should have fought harder for each other. I should have fought harder. You were- are- the best thing that’s happened to me, and I let you slip away.”
“Why are you telling me this?” you ask. It feels like a cruel trick, him saying these things to you. They can’t be true, can’t make a difference.
“I read your book. I know I said that I didn’t, but I did. There was this line you wrote that said falling in love was the last thing they wanted, but they did it anyway. I don’t think we’ve ever had a say in our paths with each other, but there’s nothing that I’d rather do than fall in love with you again.” It comes out in a rush of words, messy and poetic at the same time. Somehow, it’s everything you want to hear and nothing you thought you’d ever have.
Your answer is uncoordinated and decidedly not romantic. “Are you joking?”
The hurt that passes his face is brief before he recovers. “Darlin’, I’m as serious as I can be. If you’ll have me, I’m here.”
For all your written words, you don’t have an answer for him.
So you do what you’ve wanted to do ever since he walked away that day. You pull him in close to you and kiss him. Electricity flies down your spine and you grab onto his shirt, trying desperately to keep him as near you as possible. Like he’ll fly away in a cloud of exhaust and unspoken words.
But he’s a man of his words, so he kisses you back, his hands cupping your face and roaming your body. He used to know every curve, but you’ll have to reacquaint him now. 10 years is a long time. Though it’s not long enough for you to have forgotten what this is like- being with him. It’s a glass of Whiskey, smooth and burning with just the right amount of heat. It’s fire and smoke and green grass and everything that’s right and good mixed with all things that burn.
“Baby,” he mutters against your lips. “I’ve fucking missed you.” Everything in you screams that you share the same thought.
“I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m here.”
“Good, he says. “Because I’m not letting you go again. We’ve wasted too much goddamn time without each other.”
Part of you knows that this isn’t how things work. People don’t magically come back, and people don’t get swept off their feet in bars on a rainy day. But Jake’s always been a thunderstorm at the least possible time.
You can’t question it when it feels so perfect. Maybe you’ll wake up and realize that this is the aftermath of drinking too much alone or it’s a dream that you’ll turn into a story and sell it to all the other lonely people. You doubt that you’re imaginative enough to create the callouses on his hands or the rough scratch of his jeans. You’re definitely not romantic enough to write the way his lips feel against yours or the desperate edge to his kiss.
But for now you won’t try to wake up. You’re going to keep Jake for as long as you can, and if it hurts you again at some point then you’ll have to heal just like you did the first time.
All the pain in the world is worth it. Worth him. That you know for certain.
#jake seresin#hangman#jake hangman seresin#tgm#top gun#top gun maverick#nova writes#jake seresin x y/n#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x you#jake hangman x reader#jake hangman x y/n#jake hangman x you#jane hangman imagine#jake hangman fic#jake seresin fic#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin fanfic#hangman x reader#top gun hangman#hangman fic#hangman fanfiction
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I have to make this a two parter because I have not posted in many a day
#homestuck#homestuck fanart#the handmaiden#terezi pyrope#gamzee makara#kanaya maryam#rose lalonde#nepeta leijon#equius zahhak#mayor#davepetasprite#jade harley#john egbert#jane crocker#jake english#meowrails#catfish#feferi peixes#feferi x nepeta#eridan ampora
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Okay, okay, okay. Hear me out. Historical AU Jane!Jake makes love gently. Don't get me wrong, he can go hard if feral girly wants that, and he still loves it when feral girly rides him wild, but his default is gentle love making. Maybe he was raised by his widowed mother, his father having died on one of his expeditions - Jake got his love of adventure from him. Maybe he has lots of sisters, maybe he is an only child, but either way he was raised to be a gentleman and respect women. He may be a virgin or may not (in my little head he is, but that's just me). I imagine he is very sheltered in that regard for a long time growing up and only really learning about it first from biology books. Later in his adult life he may read more on the subject as he is an avid reader and their family has a huge library with all kinds of rare books his father brought home (Kama Sutra being one of them). Maybe he was always more interested in exploring the woods in his area than making friends growing up, so he doesn't have that influence in his life early on. Anyways. Back to him being a gentle lover. When he meets feral girly, he is super flustered at her lack of proper clothing and like you said, blushes like mad when she strips. Cut to them being intimate for the first time, he takes it slow. He makes sure she is feeling good and reaches her high a few times before he is even undressed - ladies first after all. But he takes his time. Gentle, feather light touches, holding her like she is made of glass. And his gaze is so filled with love. It is intense, but in a slow simmering way, nothing like the painful, roasting forest fires that feral girl witnessed and fears. It is comforting. So are all of his movements. The way he kisses her. The way he holds her close when he slowly enters her. The way he holds her hand as he bottoms out very slowly while he carefully explores her mouth with his tongue and lets her do the same. The way he fills her with his length so deliciously and fully. Gradually. The way he sighs with her, the sound filling her heart too and makes it flutter. The way he stays there while he peppers her cheeks and neck with feather light, lingering, wet kisses. The way he takes his time with each rocking of his hips, with each of his long drags of his length within her velvety depths, making them both feel every bit of friction they can. The way their soft grunts and sighs mix together. The way that simmering intensity builds in their stomachs and then overflows, flooding their whole bodies. The way he stills once they come down and stays in her, slumping gently onto her. The way he caresses her hair. Kisses her earlobe. Murmurs into her ears. Kisses her sweetly. The way he chuckles softly, giddy with a sweet, bright smile. And feral girly loves it all. Because it is such a different pace for her. Living in the wild, gentleness wasn't that common. Comfort is hard earned and fought for. But with Jake, gentleness and comfort is natural. It is just who he is. And feral girly craves it.
Bestie, this was a WONDERFUL surprise to wake up to this morning.
And I totally agree, historical Jane!Jake WOULD be a gentle lover. Can you imagine the aftercare??????
He’d pull away from her slowly, cooing at her softly as she whines from his absence, arms stretching out to pull him back in. He’d grab her hands, kissing each fingertip before assuring her that he’ll be right back. As an aside, I imagine that this Jake is from a wealthier family, so they can afford indoor plumbing. Anyway, he gets up, slightly embarrassed by his nakedness, his cheeks flushing when he sees the look of absolute adoration on Reader’s face. He moves to the adjoined bathroom, quickly filling the tub before returning to her.
He’d pick her up so gently, her arms wrapped around his neck as she buries her face in his chest. His heart stutters in his chest, and he’s not sure he’s ready to put a name to that feeling within him. Carefully, he lowers her into the water, smiling softly when she lets out a purr of delight at the warm water. He moves to step back, but her smaller hand catches his. He turns back with a question in his eyes, but stops when he sees her tired smile.
“Stay, please,” she says, tugging him back. “In, please.”
And how can Jake refuse her? He sighs as he sinks into the tub behind her, her body nestled against his. Jake thinks he could die a happy man right then and there.
#answered#anonymous#hey nonny nonny#long post#Jane!jake x feral!reader#Jane!jake#jake hangman seresin#Jake hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#hangman#hangman x reader#smut#Jake hangman seresin smut#jake seresin smut#hangman smut
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