#all of that's gone

[mushiimune]

any javid crumbs you can spare for a poor orphan pls

Hm. ok🫡

This is from the last Newsies writing doc I worked on, circa October 2023. It's an unfinished little one-shot, and goes on for a while longer than this, but who would I be if I didn't cut it off before it starts getting good?

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Untitled - 2023

“I just happened to be in the area” my ass, David thinks, but doesn’t say, preoccupied with hurrying out of the schoolyard as fast as possible. He doesn’t want Jack anywhere near that awful place and those awful people, both for his own good and for the sake of David’s pride a little, too. The illusion that school isn’t hell on Earth for him hasn’t yet been shattered in Jack’s eyes, and David’s fully intent on keeping it that way for as long as possible. He doesn’t want Jack to worry about him, either.

Once they’re far enough away that David considers them in the clear, he relaxes significantly. Jack notices the change in his demeanor, but makes a point of not mentioning it. It isn’t often anymore that he gets to see David, hence why he loitered in the area for the better part of an hour waiting for the school bell to ring just to talk to his friend for a while. The last thing he wants is to dominate the conversation with uncomfortable topics, no matter how curious he is about why exactly the second emotion that played over his face when he caught sight of Jack at the gates was horror.

They talk about things that have nothing to do with school. Jack complains offhandedly about the chill, to which David scoffs.

“I could name a thing or two that doesn’t do you any favors,” said David.

“Oh, yeah? Go on, then.”

David shook his head. “You’re not gonna listen to me anyway. What’s the point of giving you good, honest advice if you’re not going to take it?”

“If that’s really what you thought, Dave, you’d never speak a word to me again.”

David rolled his eyes, unable to bite back a smile.

“If you REALLY want to know, I think you could dress a little more according to the temperature.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” Jack’s brow creased and he looked down at himself.

“Nothing,” David corrected quickly. “It’s just… here, stop for a second.”

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[r0semultiverse]

Like music to my ears

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[rizsnt]

looking at someone who's not looking back 👽🎥🎙️

[esoterictboy]

bullying sexually is just too fun sorry! I wanna shove your face into my crotch and make you huff it ! I wanna laugh at you after I pull you away by the scruff on your neck and notice the wet spot in your underwear! I wanna pants you so you have to try and fail miserably to cover yourself up ! I wanna pinch your nipples through your shirt, I wanna slide your underwear to the side and take pictures of your hole all wet and desperate ! I wanna make you lie face down ass up and naked so we can all laugh at how bad you want my dick and how desperate you are for it !

@/tooesoteric2tboy - now

[nostalgic-shamefest]

He's getting dragged out, kicking and clawing at the closet!

[kedreeva]

I'm proud of you for making it through today to this point.

There are 1461 days left until someone else is in office. There are 208 weeks until someone else is in office.

We will take them one at a time, together. Team cockroach.

[cyrenescreams]

Jason, mildly annoyed at something Tim did: I’ll shoot you

Tim: do it

Jason: wha-

Tim: do it coward. Odds are in my favor that I’ll come back to life because no one dies right anymore. And if I do I’m taking Red Hood

Jason:

Tim: I’ll do it. I’ll take that one too

[qualityrain]

[gaypeople]

The issue that these vampires deal with all the time and consistently throughout the books is the fact that you never die. You never know, really, what is the meaning of anything. And religion, throughout the ages, 'cause these are old creatures, is the main catechism that kind of keeps running at them.

[noodles-and-tea]

also what about an inverse twins in time au where ford went back to the 60's and stan stayed in the 80's?

Oh this is super interesting

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael can survive (almost) anything in FNAF

[shouyuus]

thinking about making out with hawks and his scruff tickling your skin when he shifts his mouth down to suck big, wet hickeys against your neck, you pulling at his hair giggling and groaning at the same time, him pulling back with a lazy grin and hooded eyes like "hm"? but when you tell him that his scruff is tickling you, all he does is blink before leaning down to purposefully rub it against your face, making you squeal and try to squirm away but he's fast, way faster than you, so he'd pin you to his side and nuzzle you till you're breathless with laughter, chest heaving --

how he'd go still, relax his hold on you till he's just holding you in his lap, his eyes soft as he watches you.

"what?" you ask, reaching up to thumb at the scraggly bits of hair on his chin.

"nothin'. just... like lookin' at you, that's all."

when you crinkle your nose and try to hide your face, he bends down to tug your arms away, nuzzling his nose against yours with a soft groan, "goddamnit you're so fuckin' cute..." before melding his mouth to yours once more and kissing you deep enough to sting.

when he pulls back this time, both of you are breathless and he's got that dark, half-focused look in his eyes that makes your stomach clench in anticipation -- when he hoists you up into his arms and makes for the bedroom, you loop your arms around his shoulders and all he says is --

"well, let's go see if your thighs are as ticklish as your neck is."

[bopbop171]

The OIAR is a very diverse place

[r0setyler]

thinking about how the memory tardis had one piece of rose in it, her missing poster, and how that is representative of rose's narrative, she's missing... there are pieces of all the other doctors, of yaz, of river, but rose's thing isn't the jacket donna found, isn't some sort of actual rose, but is literally just her missing poster, because even to the memory tardis, to the doctor, she is missing. where is she? have you seen rose tyler?

[shotmrmiller]

lowkey thinking of one of your friends sliding in the barstool right next to you and saying, "i wouldn't fuck him if i were you." she's not the envious type so it doesn't make sense. why not?

"i know his kind. one night of stomach cramping fun and you're stuck with him like gum tangled in your hair. impossible to rid. just now, you'd given a friendly ㅤsmile to his pal on the right and his eyes had burned. that screams danger."

possessive, she'd said. obsessive, if he's crazy. (and he looks it, babes.)

you didn't think that riding him in the front seat of his truck would've led to you the way you are now, achy cunt, mottled neck, dinner plate sized hand soothing the tender skin of your thigh that he'd left raw because of the stubble on his jaw, the other palming at his erection.

again. as if your sore pussy can take any more of this assault. he hasn't left since he got here a week ago. on vacation, he'd muttered as he pushed a spit-slick finger into you, up to the knuckle.

should've listened to your elders :(