#Jonny nerding about books

[mchasmfiend]

On March 23, 2013, Jonny tweeted that Nastya was wrong about the death of print, and that books are, "a physical embodiment of knowledge and story, and that's a powerful thing. Plus you can burn them. Seriously, books are flammable knowledge. How awesome is that! And I mean awesome in a literal sense."

Then Lydia Nicholas tweeted back, "@TheMechanisms also you can stand on them to be taller #31stcenturyusesforbooks"

[jonnywaistcoat]

JONNY CAN YOU GIVE ANY UPDATES OR INFORMATIONS ABOUT YOUR NEW BOOK?? AS A TUBE NERD I'M DYING.

Currently getting the Big Lookover from my editor before I start the various rounds of tweaks and edits.

Depending on publisher schedules (and assuming it's not unsalvageably shit) Burnout will probably be out sometime next year, but at this point your guess is as good as mine.

[dumbasswithapen]

random fun fact

if anyone was wondering (they weren’t) (except me) what book was in this photo of nastya(‘s actor) and Jonny

I (okay my dad) found it! Which was kinda difficult because the only things you can see of the cover are the words mirror and love! But here:

It’s a collection of stories about homosexuality in Japan originally published in the 17th century! (Presumably, of course, translated to English much more recently than that)

in conclusion, Nastya(‘s actor) is a fucking nerd <3 and so am I for finding the damn book

[almaprincess66]

MAG 68 The Tale of a Field Hospital

So we know this episode, right? The wierd book with the fanboy reporting.

First I love him! He is so fun! Magnus institue fanboy. Like I know it's the supernatural and there are history nerds and true crime fans existing but would a guy like Joseph Russo exist in real life?

He was so adorble. Finding a potencial first edition of a book and not giving it to a museum or private collector but going to the Magnus Institute of all places!

About the statement, I liked how a bit it mentioned the Slaughter with it's pipes, digging a grave to the dead. If that what it was.

Now enough about the statement because we know how much Jonny liked writing it.

What I want to talk about is my absolute dissapointment. So he mentions that there was a huge document leak in 1999. Now I first connected it with the woman's statement from MAG 60 Observer Effect. You know, the woman who stole the filing paper truck that went to the Magnus Institute.

But that happened in 1984 wich was years before the document leak.

So that was a detail I remembered incorrectly. And it makes me sad. Would have been fun if the two were connected.

Also tried to connect the document leak up with The Magnus Protocol, but the Archives of that version burned down in 1991. And also a lot of stuff I probably missed cus I didn't do the ARG.

[thebestofoneshots]

do you mind to tell me your fav book and fav film?

Another super hard question because I’m absolutely terrible at picking just one thing, but imma try.

Book: Peter Pan or The Portrait of Dorian Gray

Peter Pan has been my favorite since forever, the book is a bit darker than all of the films and I find that very appealing too. I know, “it’s a children’s book” but I still think is freaking great.

And there is just something about Dorian’s talks with Lord Henry that just embrace crude hedonism in a crazy most literal way, and the way he talks to Dorian about society, I mean this guy almost invented the corruption arc, and in love it.

Other book recs: Percy Jackson or anything from Rick Riordan, The Midnight Library, The Night Circus, The Martian, Howl’s Moving Castle, The Giver saga, The Magicians, Anne of Green Gables, The Borrowers, The Secret Garden, All the Young Dudes, Cirque du Freak, The Theory of Everything (comfort book), Freaking Romance, Operation True Love, Mystic Prince, Unholly Blood [Last four are webtoons] <- when I say I can’t pick this is literally what I mean.

Favorite Film:

This one is a lot harder because I love movies and I would consider myself a bit of a film nerd, tbh, so again, in no order in particular:

Tick, Tick… Boom! [Jonny’s lyrics just resonate], Peter Pan (2003), Hook, Howl’s Moving Castle, Peter Pan return to Neverland [Jane is me, I am Jane], Brave, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Eragon, Casper, Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire, The Portrait of Dorian Gray, Cirque du Freak, Robin Hood, Cloud Atlas, CA: Winter Soldier, Thor: Dark World [nobody likes it but Loki kills me in this one], Ex Machina and Arriety.

Side note: I feel like a great way to actually get to know me is to know my favorite tv shows of all time, so I’m also adding those:

Supernatural, Doctor Who, Moon Knight and BBC’s Sherlock

I totally failed at picking just one

[spinogreen0iq]

Okay I have too many but imma just do a few for my mental health :))

Meganimals:

Raja: autistic lil girl who is an optimist, kinda transmasc coded and gets possessed by a murderous parasite occasionally

Drake: best friend of said autistic girl, emo asf I DONT NEED NOBODY type a guy, but actually just scared of being abandoned

Bad timing:

Clarence: suicidal Victorian man, who is also a scientist and a masochist

Cara: trans girl time god woman, who doesn’t care about human lives in an immortal and slightly sadistic fashion

Lucius: Victorian orphan boy, who became an emo leftist

Plankwalkers:

Jonny: silly tboy who misspelled his name and is technically a cursed zombie… and aro coded

Todd: absolutely fucked up individual who likes singing, boys and torture

Morrigan: lesbean with questionable taste in women, a dragking persona if needed and a love for weapons

Eric: a fashionable straight guy, probably a narcissist (the personality disorder) and he faints when he sees blood

Vincent: book and map nerd, he loves vodka and his boyfriend, pacifist

Brone: quiet, one legged guy who is severely traumatized, but he has a bf now :))

Bill: old closeted gay man, pacifist pirate and kinda a hypocrite sometimes

Okay enough autism for today

Describe your oc to me. Poorly.

[jonathanpongratz]

Book Review: Sensation (Kid Sensation #1)

  What’s up readers? Your book nerd Jonny has been very busy! I just finished my first round of assignments for grad school semester and am about to start the second leg of the journey, but before I did I wanted to sneak in some time to finish my current read. This time I read Sensation (Kid Sensation #1) by Kevin Hardman. Lately I’ve had superheroes on my mind, so I decided to give this book a…

[leavesfromthesametree]

9. Jonni Price Visitor experience manager, RSPB Conwy Photographed by Matt Horwood

Tell us something about yourself that nobody else knows. Um. I can lick my elbow? Which most people think is impossible… so it’s a great way of winning free drinks!

What do you enjoy doing in your own time?  I’m a keen birder with a love for invertebrates too, so if I’m not at RSPB Conwy, I’m usually on another reserve somewhere birdwatching, chasing butterflies or diving in ponds! I’m mad about football too, and also enjoy running, camping, fishing and gardening.

Tell us a bit about your work as a visitor expperience manager? What do you love most about it? I’m involved in all aspects of visitor experience at RSPB Conwy. From events planning and social media, to signage, interpretation and more! I’m passionate about making sure that the reserve is a place for both wildlife and people; creating opportunities for our visitors to connect with nature, and inspiring the next generation to care for wildlife and the environment too.

If you had to pick one thing, what are you most passionate about? My last point above is one which I feel particularly strongly about, and is probably the aspect I enjoy the most about my job too. Inspiring people (especially young people) about nature, through hands-on experiences… and science! I began my career with the RSPB at Conwy as a volunteer education intern (AKA professional pond-dipper!) back in 2016, helping to lead school visits on the reserve. I lead similar activities with families and youth groups etc. in my current role, but I will still never tire of seeing the eyes of a child light up at their first sight of a dragonfly nymph, or their first stroke of a smooth newt!

What makes you angry?  In the middle of a nature climate emergency, where should I start? I suppose the sheer ignorance of the natural world, and absence of care which many people seem to be capable of these days. Particularly when those people are in power, and are in control of what state the environment will be for generations to come.

If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? Hm. Just ‘one thing’ feels a bit limited! Could I change the decade we’re in instead? That way we could see a lot of the changes I feel that we now need, already in place. And we could (hopefully) avoid ending up in the mess that we are today! Without certain technological and industrial advances, people simply had to be more connected to their environment and in tune with the natural world. And with wildlife like wild boars, beavers and wolves roaming our woodlands, the world was a little bit wilder too! Do you feel connected to nature and/or wildlife and if so, tell us a bit about when you first found an interest or felt connected. Absolutely. I feel that I always have been, from a young age anyway. Since sitting on the banks of fishing lakes with my grandad watching dragonflies dance, and tending to the allotment with my grandma collecting caterpillars and creating ponds. I used to catch bugs in the garden and nearby fields for hours on end, pot them all up and sit for hours with a book identifying as many as possible. Some would then get transferred to tanks and jars in my ‘museum’ (bedroom), where I would charge entrance fees to see them! As you can imagine, my mum and dad weren’t always amused by this, and I my arachnophobic sister wasn’t too fond either. Despite this though, they never stopped me being a bug nerd and encouraged me in all I did… even if it did result in the occasional escaped insect emergency! *** 9. Jonni Price Rheolwr ymweliadau, RSPB Conwy Llun gan Matt Horwood

Dywedwch rywbeth amdanoch eich hun nad oes neb arall yn ei wybod. Um. Gallaf lyfu fy mhenelin? Pa un sy’n amhosib ym marn y rhan fwyaf o bobl… felly mae’n ffordd wych o ennill diodydd am ddim!

Beth ydych chi'n mwynhau ei wneud yn eich amser eich hun? Rydw i’n adarwr brwd gyda chariad at infertebratau hefyd, felly os nad ydw i yn RSPB Conwy, rydw i fel arfer ar warchodfa arall yn rhywle yn gwylio adar, yn erlid glöynnod byw neu’n deifio mewn pyllau! Dw i’n wallgof am bêl-droed hefyd, a hefyd yn mwynhau rhedeg, gwersylla, pysgota a garddio.

Dywedwch ychydig wrthym am eich gwaith fel rheolwr ymweliadau? Beth ydych chi'n ei garu fwyaf amdano? Rwy’n ymwneud â phob agwedd ar brofiad ymwelwyr yn RSPB Conwy. O gynllunio digwyddiadau a chyfryngau cymdeithasol, i arwyddion, dehongli a mwy! Rwy’n frwd dros sicrhau bod y warchodfa yn lle i fywyd gwyllt a phobl; creu cyfleoedd i’n hymwelwyr gysylltu â byd natur, ac ysbrydoli’r genhedlaeth nesaf i ofalu am fywyd gwyllt a’r amgylchedd hefyd.

Pe bai'n rhaid i chi ddewis un peth, beth ydych chi'n angerddol amdano fwyaf? Mae fy mhwynt olaf uchod yn un yr wyf yn teimlo'n arbennig o gryf yn ei gylch, ac mae'n debyg mai dyma'r agwedd rwy'n ei mwynhau fwyaf am fy swydd hefyd. Ysbrydoli pobl (yn enwedig pobl ifanc) am fyd natur, trwy brofiadau ymarferol… a gwyddoniaeth! Dechreuais fy ngyrfa gyda’r RSPB yng Nghonwy fel intern addysg wirfoddol (AKA trochwr pwll proffesiynol!) nôl yn 2016, gan helpu i arwain ymweliadau ysgol â’r warchodfa. Rwy'n arwain gweithgareddau tebyg gyda theuluoedd a grwpiau ieuenctid ac ati yn fy rôl bresennol, ond ni fyddaf byth yn blino o hyd o weld llygaid plentyn yn goleuo ar eu golwg cyntaf o was y neidr, neu eu strôc gyntaf o fadfall lefn!

Beth sy'n eich gwylltio? Yng nghanol argyfwng hinsawdd natur, ble ddylwn i ddechrau? Tybiwn yr anwybodaeth pur am y byd naturiol, a'r diffyg gofal y mae llawer o bobl yn ymddangos yn alluog i'w wneud y dyddiau hyn. Yn enwedig pan fydd y bobl hynny mewn grym, ac yn rheoli pa gyflwr fydd yr amgylchedd am genedlaethau i ddod.

Pe gallech chi newid un peth am y byd, beth fyddai hwnnw? Hm. Dim ond ‘un peth’ sy’n teimlo braidd yn gyfyngedig! A gaf i newid y degawd yr ydym ynddo yn lle hynny? Y ffordd honno gallem weld llawer o'r newidiadau yr wyf yn teimlo sydd eu hangen arnom yn awr, sydd eisoes ar waith. Ac fe allen ni (gobeithio) osgoi diweddu yn y llanast yr ydym ni heddiw! Heb rai datblygiadau technolegol a diwydiannol penodol, yn syml iawn roedd yn rhaid i bobl fod yn fwy cysylltiedig â'u hamgylchedd ac yn unol â'r byd naturiol. A chyda bywyd gwyllt fel baeddod gwyllt, afancod a bleiddiaid yn crwydro ein coetiroedd, roedd y byd ychydig yn fwy gwyllt hefyd!

Ydych chi'n teimlo'n gysylltiedig â natur a/neu fywyd gwyllt ac os felly, dywedwch ychydig wrthym am pryd y daethoch o hyd i ddiddordeb gyntaf neu pan wnaethoch deimlo cysylltiad. Yn hollol. Teimlaf fy mod wedi bod erioed, o oedran ifanc beth bynnag. Ers eistedd ar lan llynnoedd pysgota gyda fy nhaid yn gwylio gweision y neidr yn dawnsio, a gofalu am y rhandir gyda fy mam-gu yn hel lindys a chreu pyllau. Roeddwn i'n arfer dal trychfilod yn yr ardd a'r caeau cyfagos am oriau o'r diwedd, eu potio nhw i gyd ac eistedd am oriau gyda llyfr yn adnabod cymaint â phosib. Byddai rhai wedyn yn cael eu trosglwyddo i danciau a jariau yn fy ‘amgueddfa’ (ystafell wely), lle byddwn yn codi tâl mynediad i’w gweld! Fel y gallwch ddychmygu, nid oedd fy mam a dad bob amser yn cael eu difyrru gan hyn, a doeddwn i ddim yn fy chwaer arachnoffobig yn rhy hoff chwaith. Serch hynny, nid oeddent byth yn fy atal rhag bod yn nerd pryfaid ac yn fy annog ym mhopeth a wnes … hyd yn oed pe bai'n arwain at ambell argyfwng pryfed a ddihangodd!

[punk-in-docs]

🕷Power of Suggestion🕷

Eddie Munson x Reader, one shot 

5.3k words

Summary: His seer dark eyes drag across the courtyard crowds, the preps, the band kids, the dweeby nerds. Like he’s searching for something amongst the bubbling crowds of many.

His eyes find their way to yours and it’s a clap of lightning that stuns and stings.

Because he smiles right at you

Or;

You see Eddie at school after he gives you a lift home. There’s definitely something you need to resolve. It’s mind over matter and there’s something you’re both after. 

“Trig is kicking my ass. I got a D on my last paper. I swear to god, Mr Taylor actually like fucking hates me.” Linda whines as she plucks another chip from your open packet in front of you. Flipping open her pink framed sunglasses. Purple bangles clack on her arm.

“Can’t help you there. I’m useless at trig.” You sighed in agreement as you reached for your fruit cup. Ripping off the lid.

“But maybe you shouldn’t keep blowing off his class to make-out with Jonny under the bleechers. Just an idea.” You point out. Picking over your fruit with the little fork.

“God, you sound like my mom.” She throws a splinter of a chip at your knee.

You grin. Pop the plastic straw of your juice box in your mouth. Clicks right between your teeth. Suck on it all smug.

“Glad one of us does.” You beamed. She huffed and set herself out on top of your table. Hitching her acid washed denim skirt up a little, and laying down so she could work on her tan.

Wiggling her off-the-shoulder pink top down her neckline even lower. Her legs dangling off the table, swaying as she laid there basking, like she was at the beach. And not on lunch break.

It’s one of those days in school where it’s all stuffy humidity and too bright buttery sunshine. The breeze block grey hallways inside stay cool, but outside the heat is vicing.

You decided to take your lunches outside for today. You’d found a spot on a table, swallowed in the shade of a pillar.

Linda was the opposite. Out there for the whole school to see. Skirt hitched up. Soaking up the rays. Which really said it all.

Where you sat you could both listen to the track team warm up for training on the field. Must be sweating bullets by now in this heat.

She didn’t want any lunch other than a diet soda. Watching her figure apparently.

She just bitched her usual, and picked off your plate. Stole your chips and still found the energy to give you a whole earful of shit about ditching her at the party.

She hadn’t shut up about it. In fact. She’d only just stopped scowling your direction.

As if she had every right to be pissed at you, and not the other way around. It made for a pretty tense pickup when you bounced your rusting yellow capri into her driveway this morning.

She stomped across her lawn and got into your passenger side with a grimace slapped on. You threw the keys at her head which she narrowly caught.

Where the ever living fuck were you? We were looking for these for over an hour.

You’d grinned.

Yeah, well. Turns out I had spontaneous plans too.

The resulting glare she gave you could’ve blistered skin.

As you let her steal more of your lunch, you flick idly though your English homework. Book report. Rereading it for the thousandth time, tapping your pencil against the table. You were pretty wired when you finished it last night. Too much coffee, you suspect. You want to check it doesn’t read too jittery.

Whistles blast from the field, cheering team mates and friends comes bubbling across from the bleachers. The air is all wet grass baked dry by sun.

A couple of Jocks who walk past your table wolf-whistle and make typical jeering comments seeing her tanned legs all laid out on the table top. Tiny skirt so far up her toned thighs.

She flips them the bird and they laugh all the more.

“Blow me, sweetheart.” One of them leers.

This causes her to huff and sit up. She rips her shades down and gives them her most scathing stare. Under her pretty packed blue eyeshadow and peachy pink blush heavy on her cheekbones, her eyes were set to her particular brand of pure ice-cold loathing.

“I don’t work with small equipment.” She grins all sickly at them. Heavy emphasis on her last word.

“Yeah we heard about that.” One of them smirks suggestively. They lumber away to the track field. Sniggering with each other.

“Those guys are such assholes.” She comments with a derisory sniff. Laying her head back down. Mushing her blonde curls.

“They’re wearing letterman jackets.” You state. As if that should speak for itself. Not looking up, keeping hunched over your lunch and your ever-mounting pile of homework.

She twists to turn around and look at you as she slips back on her glasses.

“We get it. You hate jocks.” She says like she’s bored of your well deserved hatred of them.

“Only ones that stand or breathe.” You glean sarcastically.

“You know, you shouldn’t be so picky. You’ve not exactly got guys lining up.” She slings one of her thoughtless jabs at you.

You’re used to them now. The acid slice of her insults land on your numbed ears.

“Because dating and boys has to be the most important mark of my personality?” You ask. Flicking through your book. Knowing full well her answer will be in the positives.

“You need to stop being so square and pop that cherry, babe. Trust me. Don’t wait til you’re in college.” She points her manicured finger at you. Like she’s handing out some sort of sage bullshit wisdom. Warning you off with a wag of her fierce fuchsia pink fingernail.

You might aswell sit and talk to the trash can against the far wall at this point. It might be a better listener.

“Thank you for that pearl of wisdom. But I’m still fine with having a jock-less existence.”

She giggles suddenly. It sounds completely evil. “Suit yourself. But Jonny does this thing with his fingers-”

“No! No, and no.” You wince. Talking over her. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”

You throw a balled up piece of spare paper at her head. It bounces off her forehead. She throws it back, offended. Sails it cleanly over your shoulder.

“What is even your type anyways? Science nerd? Someone from band?” She digs.

Hell no, you think to yourself.

“My ideal type of guy is, none of your business.” You turn a page and smudge out another typo.

“Come on. You do every piece of homework annoyingly on time, or you’re home alone, or in the record store working overtime with your hippy nut-bag of a boss. That’s all work and no play.” She points out. Tapping her toes where she lays.

You smile at her description of Sal. The eternally grouchy hippy-rocker who ran the store where you worked. He was a walking cliche in his leather trousers and a suede vest that drips fringe. Tie dyed bandanna fused to his head.

Proud owner of Nirvana Records. Scraping by on pennies cause kids came in for all that new wave poppy shit. The name of the business he interestingly plucked straight out of one of his acid trips in the 60’s. When he was selling t-shirts to score shrooms at Woodstock.

“Hey. I’m not always on my own or working. Don’t forget the terrible make out parties you drag me to kicking and screaming.” You add.

“Heaven forfend you actually kiss one guy before you’re a freshman in college. I’m just trying to shake some fun into you, babe.”

You bite back a smile chewing on the end of your pencil in a vain attempt to hide it.

You hadn’t told her about Eddie.

His big hearted act of chivalry taking you home, and the furtive doorstep kiss. You weren’t prepared for the screechy judgemental outcome that would be hurled your way like a category five hurricane if she knew.

Didn’t stop you thinking about him all night though.

Wrapped up in your bed, under your sheets. Still a little drunk, mind swirling along with the whirling distortion of your bedroom ceiling.

When you closed your eyes, you were tugged back to that moment alone on your lawn with him.

It was imperfectly perfect. The way it caught you off guard. His chapped lips. The thin film of sweat over you from the humid night. The way your hair felt just frizzy, and wrong and just, not you.

The goofy and very real unguarded stuff you’d been laughing about in his van. The flirty look he aimed your way when he held out his arm to you to get your number. That dazzling grin.

You were buzzed and there was this heady charge like crackling dry static between you. Had been since you stumbled across each other in Kyle’s garden. Like that hot chalky sky blooming over a dry prairie before lightning scrawled.

You couldn’t get those big beautiful puppy eyes out your head. The way he smiled so wide and pure across at you, with the streetlights threading a funky warm orange through his crazy hair.

The way his hands had felt with those rings on clutching your shoulder through your jacket to steady you, or holding your hand.

You kept wanting to reach up and touch your lips. Recalling that vivid skipping spark that lit you up like the Fourth of July - all fireworks and pops and zinging rockets - when you thought about every second of his sweet, brushed kiss.

How hard you burned when he kissed you right back.

You wondered what would happen if it got dirtier- you wanted to yank him close by his denim lapels and taste that cheap beer on the bed of his tongue.

Feel his hand across the back of your neck to clutch you in deeper. Sink your hands in that fluffy rioting hair. The soft of his tongue against your teeth. Make him groan and melt. Make him want to push you up flush against the side of his van and get frantic with it.

The thought of making out so dirty with Eddie made your thighs clench tight. Filthy messy kisses with too much spit and wandering hands. Greedy and breathless and gasping for more. Starving.

You blink back into life when you realise she’s still whining at you. The drone of her voice meets your ears once more.

“We all know you’re well on track to Indie State for Art like a proper little Miss goody-two-tits…“

You snort at her words.

“But seriously, live a little before you get sad and old, and your ass starts to sag.” She offers up.

“You should be a poetry major.” You tell her with thinly veiled amusement.

She knows you’re not going to take any of this venomous ‘advice’ seriously. But that doesn’t stop her from pestering you constantly with it. Hailing you with the jagged shrapnel of her opinions.

“You know I’m right.” She hummed at you. Satisfied with herself.

“Well. You better let me get back to my homework. I got a hot date at the library with my physics paper. Then I’m gonna go full academic recluse. Wear nothing but a ratty bath robe. Only exist on Slim Jim’s. Maybe get ten cats-“ You tease.

“You joke about it- but that could actually be your Friday night.” She mocks.

“Don’t call me when you’re a mad old art professor with greying frizzy hair and those ten cats. I’ll be in Monaco with one of those guys from Wham.” She dreams.

You roll your eyes and return to your work.

She returned to basking in the sun. Which really said it all.

“Oh, before I forget, can I copy your answers for that paper in Mrs Rodriguez’s class on Wednesday?”

The irony is just too great.

“Seriously?” You seethe at her. Slamming your pencil down.

She shrugs. “I didn’t have time to study.”

“The party was Friday. What were you doing all day Saturday and Sunday?”

She smiles. Moves hair off her neck so you could see her myriad of blue-black hickies swelling to grape purple. Salacious look on her face. “Worth every minute of ignoring homework.”

“Good grief.” You sigh. Shoving your book towards her. It’s not worth her tantrum to refuse.

“Have it back by Tuesday or I swear to god, I will hurt you so, so, much.” You threaten.

She puckers an air kiss over at you. Talk about sweet and fucking sour.

Over the din of the sunny lunchtime crowds buzzing around the courtyard, one particular group of high schoolers stand out from the rowdy rabble din of the table they’re occupying across the way.

It’s the cluster of Hellfire shirts you see first.

You recognise some of them. The kids. There’s Lucas Sinclair, the skinny but sweet new guy on the bench with the basketball team. There’s Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother with the shaggy mop of black hair and fine bladed nose. They’re crammed around the table with schoolwork, and sheets of paper. Revving up for a campaign, no doubt.

Henderson with his riot of curls and cute science themed base ball caps, and that adorable pudgy smile. There’s a couple other guys too. Older guys. Jeff, and Greg? Gary?You weren’t entirely sure of their names.

And it’s then you glimpse the familiar manic trappings of one gorgeous metal-head at the beating heart centre of it all.

Your heart does some crazy wild stunt on seeing him again. Pounds and wracks your ribs like it wants out.

Eddie is sat on the table, feet on the bench seat, king of the heap. Surveying his D&D lackeys. The empire of his sins.

He’s got a half chewed green apple in one hand. That infamous metal navy lunchbox nudged against his black jean thigh. No jacket and denim vest on him. Just his Hellfire shirt ending at his elbows.

Henderson says something to him. Eddie slyly grins. All snake eyes and wide white teeth around a snapping bite of his apple. Playfully yanking down the brim of Henderson’s hat over his eyes. Spins him away with the force of it.

He chews on his apple again. Leaning forwards, toes tapping on the bench in his dirty reeboks, elbows clasping to his knees. His seer dark eyes drag across the courtyard crowds, the preps, the band kids, the dweeby nerds. Like he’s searching for something amongst the bubbling crowds of many. Looking-

His eyes find their way to yours and it’s a clap of lightning that stuns and stings.

Because he smiles right at you-

No sense of self-preservation or censoring any expression he feels. He must be braver than you cause he just wears it. Wears everything out in the open, studded on that messy-edged battle vest of his.

He’s so used to people being- prickly with him. They just don’t know quite how to handle him, and they just fire out scathing insults, or edge away. They don’t get him.

Only you did. And he’s not been able to stop thinking about you ever since.

You lived in glorious perfect - torturing - technicolour behind his closed eyelids the last few nights. He ran back over every touch. Every graze of your eyes falling on him. The feel of your lips, light caught in your bouncy hair, and how his dick fucking throbbed with need when you pressed in and kissed him back.

You didn’t look away. You didn’t shy and recoil from his touch. You sat there, eyes flicked fully forwards to glimpse all of him. Laughed at his jokes, didn’t make snide remarks about his music. Kissed his cheek like you were afraid to peel open and show more of yourself to him.

You got him hooked. Because now he definitely wants to glimpse more.

He sees the way you avert your gaze and look all jittery when he smirks at you across the tables.

And how he fucking adores it.

Your breath catches in your throat. You twitch your hand where you’re holding your pencil. Some weird jerky gesture of a two fingered wave back.

Ok Lame. That was so lame goddamnit-

You can’t help the way your smile quirks up. Your cheeks absolutely blaze with it. Stomach all melting and gooey slippy with the sensation of a heady new crush.

Your heartbeat punched into your belly like stomping recoil. Possibly even hitting a tad lower- because despite your best level-headed efforts you are just as composed of raging hormones and lusty need as any other teenager. And this wicked menace of a cute guy, is making your internal compass slam haywire from point to point.

You’re crushing on him. Hard.

Super hard. Times ten- No, scratch that. Times a hundred. Turn it up to eleven.

Those big bright eyes, edged with such wilderness. He’s got a path wound around around his little finger, and you’re treading it without question, without caution. Who knows where you’ll end up. It’s exciting as hell.

But it appears you both want to follow that path. See where it ends you-

You wet your lips and avert your gaze to your work. Stuck between squiggled ink lines in your book. Not sure where else to look. Worried you’ll get good and lost in that magnetic chocolate gaze of his. Never able to wander free again.

Out of nowhere a sudden gust decides to snatch at the loose paper leafs of your homework. Twitching and yanking it out from your textbook.

Dragging it across the table, threatening to tumble it over the dusty scraping rocks of the grey courtyard.

You slam your juice carton down to the table, and awkwardly untangle yourself ready to chase it across the fucking track field if the wind got up.

“Shit.” You slap your hands to the sheets on the table. A couple slip off the other side, spilling off side and slouching to the floor.

You’re bent in half practically flattened across the top of the table, hands skating and slipping for it.

Another hand joins yours.

Nearly slid on top of your own. Familiar silver rings on very familiar fingers. Capturing the papers that had just managed to escape you. Bat tattoos fluttering over his forearm. Along with some barely faded inky digits that makes your stomach just swirl all giddy with recognition.

You look up and Eddie is grinning that gleaming smirk down at you. All grin dimples, and creases by his eyes.

Getting a hand on the pages and sliding them back towards you. Hands for the barest second brushing over yours. His touch is so hesitant. Kind.

He’s expecting you to spurn him away in front of everyone. That’s what usually happens.

He’s waiting for it now- in front of your friend, with him, you’ll shrink, brush him off. Be curt. You’ll send him away scorned. Call him a freak like they do, and this time that little dagger of a word really will cut deep.

But no. The heavens have cracked open for him. You’re smiling-

Smiling directly at him-

“Slippery little suckers, huh?” He beams. The half chewed green apple is still in his other hand.

You could collapse forwards in a complex burning implosion of embarrassment and giddiness onto this table. You really could.

“I mean I hate Physics as much as the next person, but sudden abandonment seems an extreme.” You smile. Nervously wetting your lips.

His smile grows and he laughs a little, and you actually think you hear harps. Dear sweet god.

“Hey Pencils.” He greets all sweet. Hair falling fluffy around his face. Eyes twice as bambi brown and melty as you remember.

“Hey, yourself.” You return gently. Maybe one day you’ll just stumble into him without needing to be rescued like some weak maiden. Or have your schoolwork scraped off the pavement and handed back to you.

“Looks like you’re saving my bacon again, Munson.” You insist.

Gratefully taking your work and slotting it deep inside a heavier book. You trap the suckers there. Though you can’t say you’re sorry it brought him over here. Your fingers brush his again and you really can’t be held responsible for the way your brain goes twitchy on the blink.

“They don’t call me ‘Eddie the Merciful’ for nothing.” He grins. Opening his palms outwards to present himself all wide and flailing.

“Patron saint of saving drunk girls at parties and their grades in Physics.” You smile. Clutching at papers. Scooping them back in.

“Saint huh? Damn. Don’t know about that one, babe. I’m more familiar with the term anti-christ.” He shoots you a clever look that’s all dipped in flirt.

He likes how honest you are. And he really loves how you seem more like, you, today.

Gone are those wannabe Whitney Houston neon threads he saw you in at the party. Knowing full well you borrowed them from the Malibu Barbie currently sunning herself next to you.

He watched from across the tables, the way your bangs fell into your eyes. When the jocks walked by they leered at your her sat there prostrating her legs. Didn’t even take the time to see you.

He did.

Smiled to himself when he really should’ve been listening to whatever-the-shit Henderson was saying to him. He watched you lob a ball of paper at her thick head when she doubtlessly got annoying.

Your hair is all long choppy layers, Something echoing a Farah Fawcett shag and today it’s not fluffed up all poofy with products. Sleeker. You’ve just tied it back to keep it off your face.

You’re wearing a pair of tight bootcut jeans with a brown leather belt and sneakers. A brown and red plaid shirt that looks all soft and worn and he suspects is a hand-me-down cause it’s a tad too big. You got the tails tied around your middle.

He smiles when he sees the Nice N Sleazy Stranglers tee underneath. Charcoal and paint smeared across the knees of your jeans and splattered like lost little stars on your shoes.

In all the commotion, Linda only just bothered to sit up. But now she definitely went to the trouble of raising herself up to sear a scowl in his direction.

She lowered her baby pink sunglasses and flicked her eyes derisively over him like he was mangled roadkill.

“Lost your way to the losers table, Freak?” She spits with venom. Words punching like nails out a gun.

Eddie almost swaggers to look at her. Challenge accepted.

“Came over for a splash of that sugary-sweet attitude of yours, blondie.“ He tilts his head at her.

Does this thing where he widens his eyes a little. Playing on the way people thought he was satanic. You understand now; It was all part of his armour.

If he slots it in place and punches and kicks back to keep people at arms length. Perhaps then, their nasty knife-tip words will never slip underneath that steel plating that so protects him.

An integral part of his Munson doctrine. He was designed to unsettle. To mislead.

“Turn around and keep walking. We don’t need any reefer today.” She wafted her hand at him as she laid back down. Acting like she was Lady Muck dismissing a servant.

You want to drop your science textbook on her face. And it’s weighty too. Could make some serious dents.

“Sure? I got some good shit that’s great for mellowing out bitchiness.”

He snaps another bite into his apple. Those brown eyes shift all needle sharp. Amused. “Few hits wouldn’t hurt.” He speaks through chewing.

You don’t try very hard to bite back a smile.

“What’s your problem, trailer trash?” She scoffs. Sitting up. Disdain scuffing her tone.

“No problems here, Barbie.” He grins all chirpy. And it’s lethal.

“Just helping out a damsel in distress. Kinda my bag these days.” And his gaze swivels on back to you. Flutters his brows.

She looks between the two of you. The tension between you is singeing the air. Blistering at the corners.

“What am I missing here?” She asks you.

Cause Eddie doesn’t technically exist as much more than an atom spec on her popular radar.

“Eddie was nice enough to give me a ride home from Kyle’s party after you ditched.” You defend for him.

She looked vaguely ill with the mere idea.

“Surprised you didn’t become his latest victim.” She snipes.

“You are really growing on me, blondie. You single?” He plays around.

“Got a fresh tarp in the van that could use a little O-negative splashed on it.” He widens his eyes again. Makes that devil smile with a curling tongue at her that could rival Gene Simmons.

He leans on the table. Bent over. Elbows rested together. Hands twined still holding his apple. Acting like he’s making a pass at her. His theatric way of defending himself.

She frowns as she looks at him invading her surroundings like he’s rotting meat attracting flies. Contaminating her air space.

“Jackass.” She lashes out.

He crunches his apple again and grins as her as he chews noisily. Crushing shiny flesh and creamy fruit with those pearly whites.

“Is that the only way you can pick up chicks, Munson?” She digs at him. “Trap drunk one’s in your van.”

“Yeah. And If I make the knots tight enough they can’t get away from me.” He teases all devilish. Staring her down. Unblinking.

“Knock it off, Linda.” You try and barter with her bitchiness. But when has that ever really worked for you?

Eddie turns his head sideways back towards you. Content to ignore her insults. You can see the glint of mischief sparked to light in his eyes. Shaded under the brim of his hair.

God, you like him so much. How do more people not like him?

“Why did you let wannabe Ted Bundy drive you home?” Linda demands off you. Holding up a hand to block his face from her sight. Excluding him.

Her memory surely can’t be that short.

“You were otherwise busy being Linda Lovelace upstairs.” You shoot her a look. Your finest and sharpest. She clams up. Thank god.

Eddie smiles. Impressed with your bluntness.

“You were right. Maybe this place isn’t my kinda scene.” He insists.

You chuckle. “Hey. No fun in warning ya.” You throw at him. He smiles at your challenge.

“Ruthless. It’s kinda hot, actually.” He purrs at you. Definite flirting happening that time.

Linda scoffs and lays back down. Though you’ve a feeling she’s watching you guys closely through her fake ray bans.

“Ignore her. She likes it. She’s just crabby cause she’s on a diet.” You tell him.

The way he had to bite his tongue to fight off a comeback has you sharing a knowing look.

She flips you both the bird. Pink nail polish glinting at you. Rattling those bangles on her wrists again.

“I actually, uh, needed your advice with something, Pencils.” He speaks up. Standing up straight and sways around to lob the last of his apple into the garbage can behind you. It bounces off the wall and clunks to the trash. Jackpot.

“I need some new tapes. Maybe even some vinyl. Was gonna swing by the record store at some point. Y’know but I just couldn’t decide what night I should go...I’m thinking maybe Tuesday or Thursday…?”

He’s fidgeting. Twirling hair around the skull ring on his finger. Dragging it in front of his mouth.

He’s asking when you’ll next be at work.

You have the wild urge to kiss him again. Taste that apple tang, no doubt mingled with cigarettes, off his lips. Yank him in by a fistful of his Hellfire shirt. Have him press you up against the edge of this table. Haul him in by that guitar pick chain if you had too.

Who the fuck cares if the whole school sees you lock lips with him. You just wanna kiss him. Like, a lot. A ridiculous, unhealthy amount.

“I mean, both are solid choices. But… personally speaking… I’d go for Tuesday. New stock delivery after three. Open til late.” You smile. Hooking your hands in your back blue jean pockets.

Message received loud and clear; See you then.

He grins. “Perfect.”

You think you’ve just scored a date. Of-sorts.

You smile. The more you talk to him, the more you keep wanting to just gravitate to this funky beautiful guy.

Linda’s looking at you like she can’t believe what the actual hell is going on. The clanging school bell peels out the end of lunch and people start drifting away for the next class.

Somehow his palms are itching to feel you again. He’s near you and talking to you and it isn’t enough. It gnaws at him.

He wants to touch your waist, your hair. Stick his face in your neck and see if you still smell as good and fruity-sweet as he remembers. Your scent that had made him swoon. Cup your neck like a sacred chalice. Drink your lips like he needed you to live.

And isn’t that just mad- if only he knew. Just exactly how much of an echo his thoughts had in common with yours.

“Duty calls.” He smiles at you as he half turns away. He gestures to his group.

“Sadly. Welcome to my nightmare.” You admit. Starting to heave up your books and your off shoulder bag. Heavy with textbooks and notebooks. Your Walkman and headphones too. The Clash with Guns of Brixton is your audio sustenance for today. It feeds you better than any dry book.

“Gotta be honest, I don’t see a long future in this-“ He nudges at his chest and points to the school building. Meaning himself and his relationship with grades and graduating. Which was famously one sided.

“Toxic love affair?” You ask.

“Seems to loooovvveee screwing me over.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. Smiles like it’s something out of his hands. A joke at his own clownish expense. He makes you laugh.

“You should find an alternative affair to enjoy.” You tell him. Nodding. “One that likes you back”

“Think that’s what I’m trying to do right now...” He says as he spins away and flits back. Walking backwards. Bandanna swaying at his legs. Flouncing incoordination writ into the rhythms of his steps.

You smile and clutch your books to your chest. Sweaty palms on dry hardbacks. Watching him weave away. In a strange distant way, like faintly dragged paper cuts, it almost aches. Seeing him go.

Linda was sat up, ready to leave and she snaps at him. “Bye?” Like it was painfully obvious.

He clutches a hand over his heart. Pretends to look infatuated. Backing away. “That cuts deep. I know you’ll miss me. Don’t cry too hard now, Barbie.”

Her glare is like something skimmed off a frozen glacier. Packed in bone cutting ice.

He shoots a cool wink at you before he goes. Flicks you a grin as wide as a skull sneer.

You just manage to see him off back to his table of Hellfire clad cohorts. Some of whom seemed very concerned at his absence. You watch his springy walk as he bounces over to them. Manic energy splitting his smile.

Dustin asks him what that was about. Pointing a thumb over his shoulder at you.

Eddie cups his back and says he wouldn’t wish to offend such delicate ears. Pressing a fingertip to Dustin’s nose in a way that made the younger boy screw his face up and wave him away.

He’s crowded with questions and a few curious turns of heads and eyes swim over your direction. You hear him speak to his younglings as he shrugs on the second skin of his jacket and trusty vest. Flips his hair out the collar. His rings flash silver in the blazing sunlight.

“You wouldn’t understand Wheeler. It’s called game, man.” Grinning with his tongue cheekily tipped out between his teeth. Ruffling the kids hair.

Eyes roam to you over the crowds rudely cutting between you both.

Eddie’s expression flashed across at you, and it was so sincere it made your breath catch. He smiles again and you can’t wait. Tomorrow night cannot come to you fast enough.

The rattle of bangles is sharp and sudden to your left. A firm nailed hand grabs your elbow. Poison perfume and rave spray floods your nose. Linda reels you in.

“What the fuck? Why the hell does fucking freak Munson have your phone number written on his arm?”

Oh. You just smile and smile.

 ~

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Things I liked and disliked about Bridgerton season 2 (spoilers below the cut)

Fair warning it’s very long and it’s pretty much just self-catharsis because I needed to write out my thoughts so you can scroll past if you want

Liked:

Kanthony’s chemistry - everyone’s been saying it but it’s off the charts and this season definitely outdid the last one in this regard. The sexual tension was unbearable, to the point where I punched my desk out of frustration more than once. They only had one sex scene but that’s all it took to send me over the edge. 

Jonathan and Simone’s performances - they were the highlight and if they don’t get any nominations or wins this awards season I will be SO UPSET. I might have issues with the way the writers adapted Kanthony’s love story from the book (which I’ll get into) but Jonny and Simone WERE Anthony and Kate. They bodied those characters, period. And as the eldest daughter/older sister to a younger sister in a desi family, I related to Kate even more than I did in the book and I 100% owe that to Simone. She captured Kate’s essence so well and you’re rooting for her from the start.

Benedict - obviously anyone who knows me also knows that this man is my favorite character on the show and I loved every single scene with him in it. I enjoyed seeing him grapple with his art career and also seeing the seeds of his impending identity crisis from AOFAG being sown in this season. Not to mention his comedic timing and one liners were everything. I just wish we got more of him.

Kate and Eloise - this friendship was everything to me and I’m so glad we got those few moments because they do have a lot in common. But again this is something I’d like to have seen more of.

The Dancing On My Own and Wrecking Ball scenes - I loved both those covers and the tension in those scenes was impeccable so I had to give them a separate shoutout. Not to mention both of those scenes are such major turning point in their relationship because they both forced Kate and Anthony to take a good look at their relationship and confront their feelings for one another.

Bridgerton family scenes - this is kind of a given but I did really enjoy their scenes, particularly the ABC ones. Obviously the best was the Bridgertons and Sharmas dancing together. I also loved Anthony and Gregory talking about Edmund, as well as the role reversal of Daphne talking to Anthony and trying to get him to see what’s so clear to her. And of course Anthony’s scenes with Violet. Especially when he just broke down in front of her when he realized Kate was okay. 

Eloise figuring out Penelope was Lady Whistledown - although in the books the Whistledown mystery wasn’t really much of a plotline till RMB, it never made sense to me that Eloise didn’t once question that it could’ve been Penelope. It felt like kind of an insult to her intelligence. It makes much more sense that she figured it out first, honestly. The drama that ensued between Eloise and Penelope this season wasn’t that interesting to me (or rather it made Penelope less likable because she regressed in character development) but I did like this part specifically. It seems in-character for Eloise so I’m happy about that. And overall I think Eloise learned a lot this season and grew up a bit more.

Colin visiting Marina and talking to Phillip - this may be one of the only side plots I actually enjoyed and wouldn’t have minded seeing more of. I’m glad Marina got to speak her mind with Colin, and that he was able to apologize as well as get some closure. Not to mention him nerding out over plants with Phillip was the absolute best. And I love that Phillip and Marina’s relationship, as well as their relationship with their kids, already looks healthier than it was in TSPWL. I love Philoise but I always had an issue with the way JQ treated Marina, and (so far at least) I’m liking the direction the show is headed with this specific plotline.

Disliked:

The amount of time spent on the Featherington plot - maybe if they had made it interesting it would’ve been nice to watch but it just wasn’t at all. That’s just my opinion though I’m sure others might feel differently.

The Sharma family - Edwina and Mary took some real character assassination in this season, Edwina especially. Edwina in the book doesn’t have much substance but the one thing that is absolute is that she cares about her sister just as much as Kate cares about her. That sister relationship is just as important in TVWLM as the love story. The Edwina I know would never have taken Kate for granted the way she did in the show, nor would she have ever had the audacity to make her feel like an outsider by calling her a HALF-SISTER. And as for Mary, I don’t have much against her, simply because the show didn’t develop her or give her much of a relationship with Kate. I do wish she had stood up for Kate when Edwina unfairly took her anger out on her, because that only ended up ostracizing Kate more. #justiceforkatesharmacanigiveherahugplease

The lack of elaboration on Kate’s trauma + the library scene - in TVWLM the beginning of the exploration of Kate’s trauma with thunderstorms is in the library scene. That was so crucial to Anthony and Kate’s relationship and it should have been longer, preferably word-for-word from the book. I understand it’s an adaptation but you can’t change the core moments of a relationship, moments that are the reason this couple is so loved, and then expect the same results. That scene in the book is incredibly pivotal for them emotionally and it was honestly reduced to a moment of sexual tension which is such a disservice. They had PLENTY of those moments in the show and they needed more emotional ones. They needed that library scene to be just the way it was in the book. Kate deserved to have her trauma fully explored and not glossed over for the sake of the engagement drama.

The lack of elaboration on Anthony’s trauma as well - while they did show his relationship with Edmund and how his death ends up changing him, they never fully explore the fact that Anthony fully and firmly believes he is destined to die early like his father. The reasons he doesn’t want to “succumb” to love in the book are so well-defined and he gets the opportunity to face his issues and his grief and get closure in TVWLM, something that we don’t actually see happening in the show. We don’t actually see his emotional growth take place (something I blame on the unnecessary side plots), even though we see him say “I love you” to Kate at the end, we don’t get to see how he got there. Again, I know it’s an adaptation, so not everything will be the same, but this part of the story is so important and it’s what makes Kanthony so Kanthony. The similarities between their trauma, their responsibilities, their issues with death - they only ever really covered their similarities as the eldest sibling in their respective families, and although I liked that, one of my favorite things about Kate and Anthony is how they both help each other process their grief from the loss of a parent, because it’s a feeling both of them understand. They complete each other, literally. And although thanks to Simone and Jonny’s performances I believe these characters love each other, the writing never really showed us how or why they fell in love, which again is a disservice to them. 

The Indian representation - this was all over the fucking place, honestly. There were parts I liked, like Kate shitting on English tea (as she should) and the K3G string quartet cover. But then Kate and Edwina call their parents Amma and Appa (Tamil), Edwina calls Kate Didi (Hindi), Kate calls Edwina Bon (Bengali), and they’re from Mumbai (Marathi/Hindi). And the first thing Kate says to Anthony when she runs into him is baapre - Hindi. So which is it?? Where the fuck are the Sharmas actually from?? It honestly looks like the writers mixed up all of those languages and cultures and thought “no one can tell the difference, it’s all Indian” well I am sorry to be the one to tell you that YES I absolutely can tell the fucking difference. If there’s Amma and Appa then Edwina SHOULD be calling Kate Akka. Also KATHANI?? What were they thinking?? If you make the choice to change the family’s country of origin to India then you need to actually care enough to find out that difference. It seems trivial but you cannot treat Indians like we’re interchangeable. And the fact that Kate is Indian at all makes me uncomfortable because we know that at this point in time India is being colonized by the British. I still think they should have made the Sharmas a normal family in London the way they did with Simon. No one is looking for historical accuracy in Bridgerton so why are you trying to make it worse?

Too many Polin easter eggs and not enough Benophie ones - Benedict and Sophie are headlining the next season yet all I saw was Polin hints episode after episode. Why aren’t we seeing any deliberate hints to Sophie in this season the way we saw hints to Kate in the last season? I was expecting Benophie easter eggs on the level of “tulips - they symbolize passion” or “I shall begin looking for a viscountess - removing love from the equation will make it all the better” and instead they put in the “I’d never marry Penelope Featherington” scene one season early. Not a fan of how they did that, either - Penelope deserved to say to Colin’s face what she said in AOFAG: “I never asked to marry you and I never asked you to ask me either.” Why couldn’t they have hinted at a masquerade at the end instead? Yes Benophie is my #1 Bridgerton ship is it showing

Changing Kanthony’s love story to “scandalous forbidden love” - this is the vibe I got from their relationship this season when in actuality that trope belongs to Benophie. The whole drama behind being ostracized in London society because of that fallout was not necessary at all. To me honestly it diminishes the value of Benophie’s story because their relationship is the one that will ultimately face the most amount of scandal, and now that scandal has already been handed off to Anthony and Kate. Going forward I have this really bad feeling that people who haven’t read the books are going to call the scandal plot “overused” and maybe downplay the severity of the amount of societal shame that Sophie and Benedict are going to face once they see it on screen, when really they’re the first ones to face that level of scandal. And it is so so important that this distinction is made because their relationship had arguably the highest stakes of all the Bridgerton couples and now it may not seem that way. Not to mention I quite like the fact that in the book Anthony and Kate get to know each other better and truly fall in love after marriage, because that made their story (especially from Anthony’s side) so much more interesting. He was hell bent on not marrying for love and he unknowingly ended up doing just that and that makes his inner conflict much more compelling.

TLDR I don’t hate this season and I think Kanthony was okay but my issue is that they shouldn’t just be okay. They are one of the most anticipated couples from the series and this season did not do that anticipation appropriate justice. Their relationship in the show had the right actors and the right chemistry, giving them the potential to be even better than what we got, but the side plots and the excessive love triangle took away too much time, preventing that potential from being fulfilled. We probably could’ve gotten a full library scene, the scene where Anthony helps Kate with the thunderstorms post-marriage, or just any sort of conversational scene with Kate and Anthony that brought more emotional depth to their relationship, if the writers maybe hadn’t wasted time on things like the Featherington plotline or the Whistledown plotline. While Kanthony this season had some nice moments, I’ll always be just a bit upset knowing that they could’ve had the chance to be what they were in the books if they were just in the hands of better writers. 

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A NUMBERED LIST OF INTERESTING CRUMBS/DETAILS THAT WERE  IN THE ARTICLE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

(Commentary on stills  in another post)

1. ALL Bridgertons included in Pall Mall. Daphne confirmed, and Simone said she was there with ‘all of the cast.’ Jonny said something like “All of the Bridgertons.” If this means Greg and Hyacinth content, then I’m all over it.

2. Newton gets an arc!!! Pls let it be known that, in terms of things I am excited about, priority goes Kathony kiss, mr finch cheese content, then Newton arc. Fight me!!! 

3. Kate is “outside the ton and deliberately put herself in there.” EW author also called her a ‘spinster,’ which should be taken with a grain of salt would def explain her non-dance card laden wrists. I am very excited about this prospect, an improvement from canon for me.

4. The sharmas grew up in India (No comment).

5. Queen uses Edwina AS A PAWN to unmask whistledown??? Will she tell Edwina to cause more drama/advise her poorly on situations to lure LW into spotlight so Charlotte can nail to her to a time/place/person?? Eloise wants to find LW too but is protective over her. Will Edwina and Eloise be rivals in that? Will they team up and be friends like in the book? Will they and Pen have a little nerd girl squad??? This crum can only lead to great shit imo.

6. Jonny’s comment about Anthony being most “honest, fatigued and exhausted” in quiet moments in his study and in women’s beds. I wanna see him fuck someone else and then be emo about it, hope this confirms this.

7. KATE IS IN TOUCH WITH HER DESIRES !!! She’s been to a farm for sure lol, has maybe gotten herself off and potential for raunchy dreams from her AND him. They should splice the dreams together in editing, just for me to enjoy.

8. Colin is a biscuit king. Love the physical comedy and cartoonish aspect when it’s put in the show. Sibling stuff and fun moments were best part of S1. Lets hope we get a lot of this.

9. Daphne is considered ‘the rock’ of the siblings now, ‘the adult’ and someone to guide Anthony on his journey to love lol, but also she ‘lets her hair down’ at Aubrey hall and is v competitive at Pall Mall. This was the only thing they could really do with her, so I just hope the shift seems natural for her character. 

10. Simone said that Kathony “TEACH EACH OTHER HOW TO LOVE, TO LET LOVE IN, GIVE LOVE, AND ACCEPT THE SCARY PARTS” this. THIS. is why I don’t think they’ll fuck up the romance or even that much of the backstory (or at least Anthony’s :/)

11. Polin wrote while he was away?? Cute. 

12. Kate and Anthony are ‘anti-gossipers’ in Simone’s words. Makes sense for Anthony, and for both after marriage, but Kate not being into whistledown is a deviation from the book. Not mad at it, not a big deal to me either?

13. Edwina is ‘optimistic to a fault’ and looking for a LOVE match. But has a ‘wild streak’. She wants to be sensible but her true nature is to be starry-eyed idealist. it also said “She lets others speak for her bc she can’t express herself.” While i personally hope she makes out with some girls and also think she will have a classism subplot thing along with queen stuff, we know she will get a happy ending. we just don’t know what it is. What we do know is that ppl will hurt her/take advantage of her along the way, and she will hurt in return. 

14. They still won’t admit Jack is the featherington heir. Which fine, I guess but I see no other way. Maybe he’s a solicitor. But he’s involved with the featheringtons for sure and idk i want him to fuck portia there i said it.

15. Pen has money she could use to help her family but doesn’t. That deviated from canon a bit but it’s interesting for sure. I think we’ll see her make as poor of decisions as last season but also show remorse. Her arc is a little too big to nail down.

16. Colin’s “not focused on romance” but “other pursuits and ventures” that dont end in heartbreak. So what you’re saying is that he’s a whore. Good. Maybe he’ll gain his interest in writing. 

17. Kate’s “outside the rules” but also has “a lot to work out” this alludes to her backstory, i think. And it’s confirmed her and Ed are half sisters so we have that too.

18. The video said EW released like an hour or two ago said shit about fooling around “in the library. you never know who could be in the stacks.” Who. WHO. WHOO.

19. “And if you can’t risk temptation, watch out for bees” in regard to keeping lips to oneself. I mean if they didnt include this, it’d be ridiculous. But also maybe Kathony are already making out when the bee comes. Wouldnt be a crazy deviation. 

sO many crumbs today it was so hard to keep track of that I took notes, which is super lame. All info can be found in like the four EW posts from today.

[starrypawz]

HI HELLO TELL ME ABOUT SOME MORE RECENT OCS IN UR LIFE PREFERABLY SWTOR ONES BUT ANY WILL DO

HEY : D

I admit I've not really thought about swtor for a hot minute, it's still very dear to me but I've kinda fallen away from it over the last couple of years and have like 0 idea what's going on

I think the most recent swtor OCs that were kicking around were Artie who you know, and probably Mia and Ira which are Axi's two bio kids in that whole fun found family situation Axi found themself in involving a whole thing I have going with @daraasum and @karanan but like off the top of my head the more recent OCs I have that I can't remember if you know about

Ronan Brown, (they/them) my PC for the interactive fiction series Fallen Hero, who dons the villain name of Pandora and would rather not be having to do this whole villain business but needs must and please understand they are trying to do this with the least amount of collateral damage they're still very much in it now for Ric and Danny is making them think things

Lucas Newman (he/him) my pc for the IF The Passenger, an eldritch horror stuck in the body of a 20 something who is very queer and has their eye on a certain burned out metalhead by the name of Jonny. His true form looks like a coyote and he's a bit of a well intentioned hedonist might as well make the most of this time stuck down here

Scout Newman (they/them) my other PC for the The Passenger, same deal. Scout however is a bit more reserved, his true form looks like a rabbit and Roach has decided they like him very much and they might also have their eye on a certain cult leader

Rue Greene (they/them) My Wayhaven detective who tbh haven't had that much focus on in recent times as my interest in Wayhaven ebbs and flows a lot. But essentially they're doing their best trying to cope with all the weird bullshit that's recently come into their life and they romance Nat

Nemo Ainsley (They/Them) My Magnus Archives OC, an Avatar of the Lonely who manages to keep a good chunk of their humanity intact partially likely to them crossing their paths with everyone's favourite book burning Goth in 2003 and well they end up being a couple (fun fact as of 2014 they would've known each other for 11 years and been a couple of 7-8 of those)

Elio D'Angelo (He/They) admittedly he's not got a tonne of development as of now, essentially I watched Stranger Things 4 decided Eddie needed better and decided to throw a metalhead who is a giant nerd in his direction, I also wanted to create some stuff that wasn't like bound to a high school setting

I feel like that's everyone whose around atm, other than a few tabletop characters who have been here and there

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: Fifteen Hundred Miles from the Sun

Author: Jonny Garza Villa

Genre: YA Fiction | Romance | Friendship | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Child Abuse | Homophobia | Bullying | Underaged Drinking

Overall Rating: 10/10

Personal Opinion: One of my favorite books of all time. Julian wants to escape his narrow-minded small town to go to a place that would welcome him and his rainbow glory. He meets Mat (who is from Southern California) online and they instantly hit it off. Before long, they’re having late-night conversations, sending each other gifts, and calling each other adorable pet names. If you want to fall in love with a couple, look no further than Jules and Mat in this book!

Do I Own This Book? Yes! This is actually my most favorite book currently so I bought a copy of my own almost immediately after I read it.

Couple Classification: Julian Luna X Mat Troi Pham = Jock/Nerd X Nerd/Prep (?)

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- AN ASIAN LOVE INTEREST who is GAY and crushed on FIRST! Mat Pham is Viet and he’s gay and he is happily in love with Julian Luna. Like the two of them are literally so cute together! They’re interracial, they call each other “Sunshine” (because “Mat Troi” means “sun”) and “Moonlight” (because “Luna” means “moon”) and god, I just want them to be happy for eternity! Like they cheer each other up when they’re down. They have great chemistry! It’s clear that they love each other in the gifts they exchange and the words they say, it kills me how cute they are! Plus, all of Mat’s siblings are queer too. His brother is bi and is married to a Filipino man and his sister is a lesbian. They said “the bloodline ends with us” and I find that hilarious and amazing. Especially because their parents are so accepting and loving of all three of their queer kids.

- Yo, the friendships are so good too! Jordan, Itzel, and Lou are unapologetically Julian’s friends even after he’s accidentally outed, it’s crazy. They ride or die for him. Rolie too. He admits to feeling awkward in the beginning and worrying that their friendship will end but once he saw Julian harassed, he did not hesitate to throw down for his friend. It makes sense given his machismo upbringing too. But like Julian said, he turned out well. Lou is also pansexual and Jordan’s been Julian’s protector since day 1. Plus, they all already suspected that Julian was gay but they respected him and his choice to come out whenever. No pressure. And that is a sign of a beautiful bond. Such an amazing chosen family.

- Finally! A book where being hesitant to come out makes so much sense! Julian lives in the deep south and he grew up with a homophobic, physically abusive father who would beat him for doing any act that could be perceived as queer. It’s no wonder Julian was scared out of his mind and unable to come out and just be himself. So when he gained the courage to stand up to his dad when the bastard had the audacity to show up at Xochi’s house, I cheered internally. So hard. And Julian stood up to his queerphobic teammates in the end too. That was fucking amazing. He proved he was a better player and shut them up too. Hell fucking yeah!

- Xochi and Guelo deserve an award for best family ever. It’s hard to cut out the father but the way they give their all for Jules is awe-inspiring. Xo was there for him after he’d gotten disowned and she became his legal guardian and did all she could to make sure he got the help he needed (financial aid, counseling, a house to live in). And Guelo being genuinely excited to meet Mat was just so cute! I’m glad they clarified that he’s the maternal grandpa because otherwise, dad would not make any sense to me. But ugh, the two of them in Jules’s corner proved to be one of the best parts of this book! They care so much about him and are so protective and I adore them.

- I usually get sick and tired of seeing characters get anxious and depressed. Probably because it’s like looking in a mirror, it hits way too close to home. But Julian’s anxiety makes sense. Given his upbringing and the abuse he endured from his father, it makes sense why he entered fight/flight/freeze mode when something happens. And then there was all the anxiety surrounding college too. He didn’t get into his dream school UCLA or his backup USC, but he got into Loyola Marymount which is a private college and expensive. It’s in LA and that meant he could be in the city he dreamed of and be with Mat too. But UT was offering him a full ride and his dad gave him an ultimatum concerning going there, a top school. Julian’s fears make sense. And I love that Mat never pressured him to go to California if UT was a more sensible option. Also, the moment that Ram saw Julian struggling and having been kicked out because he’s gay, the financial advisor was ready to do whatever he could to get Julian in and I loved that. That is a good man who was likely sympathetic to Julian’s plight as, probably, a fellow queer.

- The comedy in this book is so on point! my favorite joke by far though, is the four Cs for good gay sex that Ruben came up with: “Consent. Cleanliness. Communication. Condoms.” And when he came up with new Cs consisting of mostly gay icons (”CHER. CELINE. CHRISSY. CHRIST.”) when Xochi almost caught him saying it to their brothers killed me. And ugh, all the moments when Julian was chilling with his friends and joking around. Jordan’s bi-curious jokes were honestly a hit for me.

Dislikes:

- Not much to complain about in all honesty? Like, after Late To The Party, this book knew how to use social media. By which I do mean that the kids knew how to use it. For music, for stanning celebrities, for accidentally and drunkenly outing yourself. Maybe social media was used too much but it’s realistic. It’s real. Maybe my biggest complaint is that Itzel was initially unsupportive of Jules dating someone he met online. Lots of people do it. I get that she was protective of him (considering all he’s gone through) but he didn’t deserve to be yelled at. He was happy and she momentarily ruined it for him. And they even stopped talking for a bit. But to me, that wasn’t really fair of her because it’s modern day. Almost no one starts dating people they haven’t met online first.

- I don’t mind the interspersed Spanish sprinkled throughout the book but I do somewhat wish there was maybe a dictionary at the end of the book because, while most of it can be translated with Google, there was also a lot of slang that was untranslatable. Again, not really an issue. It’s not the author’s fault I don’t know Spanish.

- Fuck Julian’s dad. That’s all I’ll say about him.

- Where did the prankster get a dildo from? No seriously, those things are fucking expensive. Why did some random kid decide to get one just to torment the one out gay kid in school? 

- Also, what’s Piña’s deal, anyway? He gives off major bi vibes but barely aware of it because of compulsory heterosexuality. Well, hopefully he figures himself out in college when he experiments. I have no doubt he would.

- The last two aren’t complaints by the way, just questions that don’t really need answers, I’m just curious.

[equalseleventhirds]

“tma is actually about annabelle” oh hello I have many thoughts about annabelle 👀

did you notice that her statement in 147 matches beat for beat with what we know about Jon’s childhood? And who knows which parts of Weaver, if any, were actually true, but the lie/truth question makes it even more interesting I’m just. Oh boy.

Distant caretaker (grandma, mother), drawn to a particular destination, escaped from a giant spider while leaving another victim behind, took up a role in an academic institution for reasons explicitly tied to that spider encounter which eventually lead to their transformation into an avatar... they’re both from places by the sea.

annabelle has MANY parallels to jon!! all this and also like, being lied to by authority figures who transformed them into avatars for their own selfish reasons, exerts some measure of control of ppl & their minds, shows up in other ppl's horror stories as like, a slightly-removed figure who just Makes The Horror Worse but in an ostensibly gentle way, both book nerds, both fond of martin, both dramatic as HELL

like, for someone who doesn't show up that often? the PARALLELS. also! the narrative foils!! (bcos u can have multiple narrative foils thank u) of how annabelle & jon have similar but diverging stories

i'm inclined to take everything in weaver as true, for a number of reasons actually? first, like, it's not rly fair to the audience to have a randomly could-be-fake statement (they on purpose do not show fake statements! why is annabelle different!), secondly bcos she would have no reason to lie, like, she did not benefit from this, she did not gain jon's sympathy or obedience or understanding through this

and also bcos like... manipulation being 'oh we expect this person to be lying, no one ever trusts them because of it' is. listen it's bad manipulation. it's not EFFECTIVE, unless you're actually telling the truth and want them to think ur lying. like p much every time jon talks abt annabelle he's like 'do not believe ANYTHING she says' like. jon. jon pls. if it was that simple it wouldn't work, would it.

(i blame jonny's little comment in that one q&a like 'oh the details don't line up? well, annabelle could be lying then!' bcos like... way to undermine the narrative. don't do that. don't undermine ur narrative.)

all of that aside tho, annabelle is full of parallels to jon, is a FASCINATING character, and is the secret hero of tma. like ok the final few episodes like, disregarded all her complexities and parallels to jon to make her a p simply evil character, but i can choose to be contrary and just! aggressively ignore canon!!

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Har-Akir Arc FINAL

“They. Let’s not misgender the horrible person I plan on burning alive.”

“At least tell them you’re the only one there because you didn’t trust us not to immediately open fire. Which, I will point out, is true.”

“Standard double boss raid tactics.”

"Our real challenge will be to locate their ring though. Didn’t they say they placed it in a hidden location?” “Ask your nerd god?”

"I've got a second broom in the hole, if anyone needs it.”

"Alright... Jonni, Marshall, and Gorbash. Come here, and I'll ask for Ioun to watch over you.” “I will try not to flash the Girls during that time. Try.”

It’s about noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, the sun is beating down. Everyone in the caravan has gone into the city to avoid the fight. Azathoth: "Wee-o-wee-woo...wa wa wa.....wee-o-wee-woo....wa WA…."

However, a barge approaches on the river bank, upon it on a throne sits a mummy in ornate gold. A crier on the skiff opens a scroll "This most supreme authority Lord Ankhtepot has been invited by the Necromancer Nima Galzona to observe their latest creation, the Sunbleacher undead. Feel free to ignore us and continue with the fight.”

Nyarlathotep: "Nima is an egg-laying mammal?”

“Oloch’s been eating his Wheeties. Somehow.”

“Also, Nima? I fucked your boots.”

Oloch: ”If the pyromancer agrees to abandon their efreeti lover to her current fate, and leave the Domains of Dread without her, then I will agree.” Jonni: “Sure.” Nima blinks. "Wow really?” Jonni: “Yup. Pinkie swear.” Marshal: "Jonni, there can be no falsehood. The Master and I WILL hold you to this vow.” Jonni: “Oh, we’ll then, fuck that.” Hex and Eldritch Blast on Nima.

You slice "Nima": to pieces, their head lands at your feet. Then its eyes open and smiles. "Get ready for a surprise!” Gorbash: “And cue the magical bullshit.”

Gorbash: “I didn't realize this was a full on asshole convention.” Jonni: “So, was that Oloch or did they fuse into a whole new asshole?” Gorbash: “I think Nima shoved an asshole into another asshole to make a Bigger asshole. And I feel dirty for having spoken those words.” Nyarlathotep: "Tha's a BIG asshole.” Marshal: "So which dispenses the ranch dressing?” "Stop saying asshole." One of the Nima says. Gorbash: “I will if you all stop being Assholes!”

“I got a shitty plan to find real Nima unless someone has a good plan?”

Three Stooges Nimas.

I should note something, after Oloch removed his cloak, the air around him feels different, dryer and hotter. The sunlight seems harsher. OOC: Does that mean fire type moves do more damage?

"Eddie, Jonni can't die. That's a rule!”

Jonni: “Guys, stupid hope to find real Nima or deal with exploding orc?” Poom: "Always exploding first!”

Anhktepot doesn't want this to play by Don King rules.

"Oh no, Oloch is using Solar Flare!”

"BURNING DEATH!” “I said the same thing to Vesh on our Anniversary.”

OSP: “I didn’t ask if my friend was out of range, I said I cast Fireball.”

“Instant gratification is bullshit. The best revenge is knowing your enemy is miserable.”

“I’m talking about an oath sworn to a major league fucking god! Do you think I want the consequences of that?” "Considering how stupid you are, yeah.”

OOC: Anybody else wanna get Yul Brynnar in play on our side?

Poom teleports to a safe distance. Like Goth Mexico.

Nima: ”Also FYI, me and Hazlik can see and hear you through the magic items we gave you.” Jonni: “I mean, I assumed they could. It’s why I kept using the rod for sexy times.” Nima: "And people think I'm a freak.”

"Darn, wish we had a cantrip to conjure up some popcorn for this.” "Admire later: we're still in the splash zone", Marshal says as he swerves to avoid a meteor.

"I've never trusted cashews.”

"I mean we're both petty, power-mad slut-mages who solve all our problem with dark magic.”

“By the way, books just a copy of the Kama Sutra I shoved in an overdue library book. Left the real one in hell.” “Huh. Wow those are some pictures.” “Yeah, this one is from the dimension where Picasso got freaky.”

Gorbash follows: Poom always knows the best escape routes.

“So… let your mom know, I just finished one blood feud, I’ve got room in my schedule for a new one.”

Irost comes running, wearing a mask and his viol from the city. "Can't talk. Priests are angry. Gotta go.”

Jonni: “Well. Looks like we’re on the road again. Next stop, killing some bitch.” Poom: "New stop, same as the old stop.”

OOC: BRB, if I seem quiet for a few minutes here and there it’s because my body has decided to stop retaining water.

OOC: I just had unexpected dogs in my apartment. OOC2: ...That is either a problem or the opposite of a problem.

OOC: I mean, Hades won't argue being an asshole.

“I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOUR FACIAL HAIR IS AMAZING!”

OOC: Now he knows all Nima has to do is say "Parmesian" and he will be their personal fight doll.

OOC: Considering our next stop, this:

OOC: I mean, not like the hell-child's gonna be any LESS deadly... Irost: “I'll get the elf outfits ready.”

OOC: Yeah, that necrosplosion almost wiped us.

OOC: ….Those Nimas were Saibamen.

OOC: Or we can mail ourselves somewhere, and rest while we are in transit.

OOC: Itty. Bitty. Living space. OOC2: Comes with the phenomenal cosmic power.

OOC: Speaking of next time, you guys are going to the cornfield.

[rocohen20]

Pod Fic: 1988

I like to listen to podfics a lot. And I’m prone to listen to the long ass ones. This post consist of my ablosute favourite Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews podfics. Most of those I have downloaded to my phone and I listened to them too many times, to the point that whole lines pop in my mind from time to time, with the exact way the nerator said them. Every story there is really is the best. I hope you’d enjoy it. 

-[Podfic of] This Love Is Be and End All, by exmanhater, 22:17 minutes

[The written work has been deleted]

Because of an blackhawks book club competition, Jonny goes to the local library and there he meets librarin Patrick.

-[Podfic of] For they are rain upon the binding dust of earth, by exmanhater, 23:39 minutes

[Original written work: For they are rain upon the binding dust of earth, by ingenius, 3,966 words]  

Times when Patrick cried during sex. I really like their relationship in this.

-[Podfic] fight or run, you're just getting older, by AshesandGhost, 28:36 minutes

[The written work is not available]

Beta Patrick imprinted on human Jonny as his alpha within the first week of meeting him. The story is about him trying to cope with that.

-5 things everyone really didn't need to know about kaner and tazer's sex life, thanks by grim_lupine [Podfic] , by Rhea314 (Rhea), 37:33 minutes

[The written work is not available]

the team finds way too much about Patrick and Jonathan’s sex life.

-a light-handed approach to regulation by hazel [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:37:19 hours

[Original written work: a light-handed approach to regulation, by hazel, 34,078 words]

Alpha Patrick is drafted to the team with Omega Jonny. It leads to a lot of false assumptions. 

-[Podfic] Highly Sticked, by marianas, 21:38 minutes

[Original written work: Highly Sticked, by orphan_account, 3,984 words]

Patrick wants to measure the team’s packages, but mainly he wants to measure Jonny’s.

-It's a Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes by Svmadelyn [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:33:21 hours

[Original written work: It's a Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes, by svmadelyn, 34,053 words]

Patrick kane has feeling for Jonny, he tries to fuck them away.

-Like Other Girls, by smoulderandbraids, 01:33:30 hours

[Original written work: Like Other Girls, by BlackEyedGirl, 14,212 words]

This amazing fic is about pat and her relationship with the media and the team. I really recommand listening to the podfic version. Special guests: girl!Sidney Crosby, girl!Tyler Seguin.

There is also a fanart for this fic that I think is fabulous: Like Other Girls art, by essouffle

-[Podfic of] Savoy Truffle, by thisissirius, 47:02 minutes

[Original written work is not available. There is another Podfic version that I did not listened to it, if you are interested]

Patrick goes back to baking after madison, Jonny found his secret and enjoyed it since.

-Say It With Flowers by Hazel [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 47:33 minutes

[Original written work: say it with flowers , by hazel, 6,741 words]

Patrick can speak to flowers. 

-Scattered Pieces of My Mind [Podfic] , by speakingwosound (sev313), 02:28:16 hours

[Original written work: Scattered Pieces of My Mind, by orphan_account, 22,581 words]

 after a gay sex tape scandal Patrick gets traded to the Pittsburgh Penguins.

- [Podfic] Tour de Force, by marianas, 02:09:26 hours

[Original written work is not available]

Patrick writes a book during the offseason after the madison incident. This book became a smashing hit. I love this story so much, and what I liked the most about it is the writing process of Patrick.

-yet we will make him run [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 04:14:06 hours

[Orignal written work is not available]

Lit major Patrick kane befriends the captain of The Chicago Blackhawks. This fic is amazing, I love this story so much and I heard the whole fic so many times.

-Keep You On My Arm [PODFIC], by bessyboo, 39:17 minutes

[Original written work: Keep You On My Arm, by rsadelle, 6,732 words]

The team started to go to gay bars. Jonathan keeps pretending to be Patrick’s boyfriend.

-Drawing Lines In The Palm of Your Hand [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 02:21:03 hours

[Original written work is not available anymore] 

The story follows genderqueer Pat. This story was really interesting. 

-Shot right through with a bolt of blue by mermaid [podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 05:32:04 hours

[Original written work: Shot right through with a bolt of blue, by mermaid, 54,722 words]

When Jonny is a little kid he discovered that he could shoot fire out of his eyes, ever since he tried to bury it deep inside.

-Our Family or Whatever by Rsadelle [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 09:56 minutes

[Original written work: Our Family or Whatever , by rsadelle, 1,550 words]

Jonny finds out that Patrick is a dad, and he helps him with the child

-we like to get our kicks in this one way [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 04:16:15 hours

[Orignal written work: we like to get our kicks in this one way, by nebulia, 21,929 words (5 works)]

This is a collection of stories from girls of the NHL. The first few parts are about Patrick/Jonny.

-[Podfic of] According to Plan, by exmanhater, 14:41 minutes

[Original written work: According to Plan , by rsadelle, 2,546 words]

Patrick needs to speak to Jonny about their life plan.

-[Podfic] chicago is so two years ago, by AshesandGhost, 46:26 minutes

[Original written work: chicago is so two years ago, by Fireblasts, 8,839 words]

Jonahan and Patrick both adopted a dog at the same day, and named it after the other. That leads to freaky stuff.

-[Podfic of] Write Our Names On the Wall, by exmanhater, 01:31:55 hours 

[Original written work: Write Our Names On the Wall, by twentysomething, 15,995 words]  

always a girl Patrick and Jonathan start to sleep together. It’s eventually leads to feelings.

-[Podfic of] The Limited Circle, by exmanhater, 34:09 minutes

[Original work is not available anymore]

Jonny is an introvert, Patrick doesn’t mind that at all. The intimacy there is really good.

-[Podfic of] Space Kaner, by exmanhater, 18:05 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Star Trek! AU. You don’t need to know anything about Star Trek. The story is really funny and light-hearted.

-[Podfic] You Give Love a Bad Name, by AshesandGhost, 20:59 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Jonny is a sex-column consulted. He have a crush for the worker in his go-to sex shop.

-[Podfic of] Dealing with Dragons (Hockey RPF Style), by exmanhater, 13:20 minutes

 [Original written work: Dealing with Dragons AU, by orphan_account]

When Patrick needs to marry he runs away and started to live with a dragon. This story is humorous and fun.

-[Podfic of] something old, something new, by exmanhater, 01:51:24 hours

[Original written work: something old, something new, by longtime_lurker, 19,419 words]

Always a girl! Patty takes teammate Jonny to her sister’s wedding to save face. 

-[Podfic of] our song is the way you laugh, by exmanhater, 59:06 minutes

[Original written work: our song is the way you laugh, by orphan_account, 9,951 words]

In order to get up on Sharpy, Jonny convinces Patrick to fake a relationship with him.

-[Podfic of] Racy, by exmanhater, 31:50 minutes

[Original written work: Racy, by Lenore, 5,245 words]

After an ill-advised decision of drunk Patrick, he can’t look in Jonny’s direction without thinking of that said decision.

-[Podfic of] three hundred sandwiches, by exmanhater, 01:25:18 hours

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Patrick is making three hundred sandwiches for Jonny, maybe then he would get his man. 

-[Podfic of] Somewhere Only We Know, by exmanhater, 02:17:00 hours

[Original written work: Somewhere Only We Know, by jezziejay, 21,705 words]

Patrick is having an existential criris on his 28 birthday. I love the feelings in this story and the pacing.

-[Podfic of] Kiss and Ride on the CTA, by exmanhater, 52:39 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Patrick hates the regular guy he sees on his mornin comute. Ben Smith took it upon himself to change it. 

-[Podfic of] the days are young, by exmanhater, 42:49 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

After the 2010 Olympic Patrick feels like Jonny is hiding something from him, he tries to figure out what.

 -[Podfic of] The slowest spark is a breather, by exmanhater, 13:05 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

When Patrick was in the bathroom Sharpy dicked around in his phone contacts. This leads to an embarrassing situation.

-[Podfic of] Orbital Resonance, by exmanhater, 07:39:08 hours

[Original written work: Orbital Resonance, by joyfulseeker & thefourofswords, 80,825 words]

Patrick and Jonny started to have threesomes with different girls. This leads to feelings and more.

-[Podfic] I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too), by RsCreighton, 01:43:36 hours

[Original written work: I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too), by textbookchoices, 14,746 words]

Patrick wants to be in Jonny’s pack when they grew up. In order to do that he would have to be a beta. This story is so good and emotional.

-[Podfic] Black Lettering, by RsCreighton, 01:09:18 hours

[Original written work: Black Lettering, by textbookchoices, 10,472 words]

name-on-the-wrist soulmate au.

-[Podfic of] Sign it with your heart, by exmanhater, 56:22 minutes

[The original written work is not available for now]

High school AU where nerd Patrick started to tutor Jock Jonny.

-[Podfic of] you ruined everything in the best way, by exmanhater, 01:30:23 hours

[Original written work: you ruined everything in the best way, by thisissirius, 14,663 words]

When Brendon is de-aged into a kid it’s up to Patrick and Jonny to take care of him. This leads to different decisions.

 -[Podfic of] call it magic, by exmanhater, 59:22 minutes

[Original written work: call it magic, by thundersquall, 10,640 words]

Patrick is turned into a faerie.

GOOD LISTENING TO EVERYONE!