#c:john

[sm0kebreaks]

i wish ummmm tumblr would format images to fit side by side a little better.. oh well!

some happy families

Sketchbooks | Tip jar | Night Street

[thatwhatthing-fr]

I need to draw and show nice dragon pictures to internet strangers, but I have been sick for days and it sucks

here is this

[ohmvrgo]

@earlfkilmartin​ reacted for a starter

     “Do you need a hand?” She queried, trying to figure out what the male was doing. As it happened to be, she was beginning to feel some boredom, not knowing anyone in the ton except her sister, she felt weary, and wished for some common interests with others.

[colins-bridgerton]

kate's 365 days of ships:

day 23: dido elizabeth belle & john davinier belle (2013)

[blazingxwolves]

Sven had gotten John's text. John was handsome and he had enjoyed the time with the male. He remembered how he made the male cum and beg. Also filling the male with his seed and knotted them. Sven had stopped by and he wondered what was the reason for the visit because it seems that the male had something important to tell him. Sven could wonder, he had many different thoughts running through his head but kids was not one of them.

He walked in and smiled at the male. "A gift?" he asked as he looked around and turned around and looked at John. "So what is this gift? I have a feeling that you are not going to tell me and I will have to find out for myself."

@blazingxwolves our starter

New Haven was a new world to him entirely and their technology baffled him, especially in the medical field. They had done so much for medicine nowadays that a lot more people were cured and healed than before. These days there were contraceptives, suppressants, and pregnancy tests that didn't exist before. So, when he began showing symptoms of being pregnant after trying a few times with Sven he quickly became acquainted with pregnancy tests.

He was holding an at-home pregnancy test and the result showed on it. John stared for what it felt like hours before putting it down and going to grab his phone, another piece of technology he had grown acquainted with since becoming an intern. He read the last text Sven sent him and checked the time. The alpha would be coming to his apartment soon, so he needed to get ready.

John cooked something delicious, learning how to use the kitchen had been a new ordeal altogether but it was rewarding every time he learned to use something new and useful. After cooking he showered and put on his best outfit. He cleaned the test and placed it inside a small gift box he had bought just for this moment and placed it in front of one of the empty plates on the dinner table he had readied for dinner.

Then he heard someone at the door and his nerves grew more intense. "Coming!" He yelled after fixing the table one last time before going to the door to let Sven in. He smiled when he saw the alpha and stood aside to let him in. "I have a gift ready for you," he says because he can't wait to tell him. "It's the box on the dinner table."

[hopeturned]

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" (from Hyde to John Watson)

Questioning Sentences (accepting)

“I should hope, a respected doctor.” He chuckled, although showed no signs of any offence. “Although I have been known to wear many hats. So one would hope, I at least project the air of someone competent.” A wry smile blossomed as he observed the rather, odd man. Who apparently had thrown out all manner of politeness, not that Watson minded.

At this point he was used to it, whether out in the streets or in a more secluded function. This all hallows eve party certainly seemed to bring out the worst in people. “And yourself? What costume, have you chosen to adorn?”

[roguexpogue]

@cfthesoul liked for a starter

"Hey, JB. I got my switchblade. Will that work?"

[colins-bridgerton]

kate's top period drama choices

top 25 period drama couples 25) dido elizabeth belle & john davinier belle (2014)

[innertvrment]

earlfkilmartin·:

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He laughed freely, grinning boyishly at her with an excited twinkle in his eye. “If we are lucky it will be so.” He hummed, his head nodding as he lead them towars the stall. “An understandable move, given the circumstances. I hear that congratulations are in order for you and the Marquis Darrington, or rather, I read as much.” He sighed dreamily, “I’ve always wanted to be a father,” he said, “of course I must find a wife first.”

She cannot withhold the smile that graces her features. She is eternally grategul for the life she is leading, and her bundle of joy. “Thank you, we are truly delighted.” She smiles widely as a chuckle leaves her lips. “For some time, I was worried I may not be able to have children, so such news is truly a blessing.” She smiles,, a hand moving to rub his shoulder. “In good time , I am sure all of this is in store for you in future, but first -- have any ladies taken your eye?”

[hopeturned]

“Why do you ask so many questions?” For John Watson!

Questioning Sentences (accepting)

“Well, in one's journey to enlightenment, the first step is simply opening one's mouth.” Watson explained, folding his hands in his lap. “How can we learn without asking the necessary questions?”

“I suppose, in laymen terms, that is, that you generally can't deduce anything without seeking out many answers.” He tried a smile, his eyes creased. “Forgive me, I've inherited my flatmate's tendency to ramble. Or perhaps, he is what drove such traits from within me.” A chuckle. “However, I am obliged to make your acquaintance. Should you ever need assistance, our door is always open.”

[roguexpogue]

"I'm not quite as stupid as I look." - John B

"I didn't say you were." JJ was still trying to wrap his head around what his dad told him in the lighthouse. None of them even knew where he was in the hours he was gone. He had a million missed calls from Kiara. "I don't know where to start." He admitted to John B. Telling the gang that his dad is still on the island or the information his dad gave him.

@unitcd

[roguexpogue]

"Milk and lunch meat what kind of weed did I give you this time." JJ questioned John B's food choices. ""I guess we'll need milk for cereal in the morning. If it didn't go stale by now. If they got lunch meat I'm getting honey ham. Cause it's the best for sandwiches." JJ said, grabbing his backpack. "Kie's parents are making her work tonight. She won't find out anyway."

"Probably some milk." He gives a shrug. "Whatever you've got enough for, get it." And, yeah, he knows Kie will shred them if she finds out they're basically living off of beer and stale bread at the moment. He's been a little preoccupied, though. Sue him. "Maybe instead of the beer you can get some lunch meat or something." John B's TRYING to be responsible, here. It's difficult when shit was so expensive.

[miss-daisymidrab]

Daisy stood outside her favorite thrift store, her heart racing. This was a pride emergency. “What do you mean you don’t own anything rainbow?” She had screamed at him on the phone before insisting he meet her here. No friend of hers was showing up to pride underdressed. “There you are,” she said when she was John approaching. “Don’t dilly dally, Mr. John, this is of the utmost urgency. We have to find you somethin’ to wear to the parade. Or die tryin’.”

@john-lawsen​ 

[djfroggynav]

“Oiiiii! WAAAIT!” Nav yelled at the man as he tried to catch up with him. This is what he got for missing one week of leg day. “Wait wait wait!” He waved down the man until he held up the dollar that had fallen out the man’s pocket. “Figure you’d need this?” 

@john-lawsen​

[roguexpogue]

JJ got in the driver's seat, and started up the Twinkie. It only took a few minutes to get to the The Wreck. Kie was waiting ever since she got off work. He and John B entered the resturaunt. "Yo, should we get some fries to go." JJ suggested. The smell was too good to pass up.

just as he's about to show him how to silence it, kie texts again and it has him cracking up. laughter tumbling from his lips. "okay, okya. just start driving she's going to be insane until we do."

[bornofbloodandwater]

Scars

@itsusxallysubtext​

   John had barely noticed the touch, because he had been too engrossed in the book he’d been reading. It was rare these days that he actually got the time to read anything, let alone finish it, so when he finally surfaced from his thoughts he found himself looking over.

   “Everything alright?”

    The touch wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite actually, but it was surprising to say the least.

    She hadn’t fully intended to reach for the scars peeking at her from where his loose shirt dipped over his shoulder, they just caught her fascination. Xiomara stands behind John’s chair on her porch, with the mug of tea she’s just made him. She whips her hand back when he turns to her, embarrassed by her absentmindedness. Putting the mug down on the side table.

  “Sorry, I noticed and then, well you know how I adore drifting off on tangents. I didn’t mean to disturb your reading.”

   The early morning sun still cool with dew, the sea lapping at the shore further down her beach. She moves to the yoga mat on the sandstone porch, just by where the steep stairs descend to the beach below. Stretching her legs, palms to the mat she shifts up into a handstand, slow, controlled, with a mewling whine of the first, morning stretch. 

“I started thinking about all the stories we both have, they're written across our bodies in pinks and whites. I think its a more romantic idea than a realistic idea really.”

The siren closes her eyes, breathing slowly. Xiomara wears the crisp, white, linen shirt she always sleeps in, it sits bunched up by her shoulder blades, revealing more than her own fair share of scars in return. White whisps hatching across most of her upper back, darker punctures following the curve of her ribcage.