#c. joey

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@outskrt // joey x fox

Joseph O'Connor had a way of working the room. No matter where he was or who was there, he could strike up a conversation with anyone and they'd immediately see how charming he was. It was in his blood to be so alluring that it was almost intoxicating, and almost everyone loved it except for...

Well, the girl he'd seen all the way from across the room.

It was never a good idea whenever he started talking to Fox again, but there was something about her that was magnetic. No matter how many times he'd been advised against it, told to leave things as they were and not to rock the boat again, he simply couldn't help himself.

In the ballroom full of important people—stakeholders, investors, billionaires, and everyone in between who could boost his career and give him more opportunities—in extravagant suits and gowns and jewelry, she was suddenly the most interesting and beautiful person. And he made it a mission to talk to her.

Joey excused himself from the small circle of conversation he'd been having with his father's friends, heading for the girl across the room. He swiped two drinks away from passing waiters and approached her, alone at the bar, and cleared his throat.

"Do you still like champagne?" he asked. "I can't remember."

[mutatedangels-a]

@thcarchcr // joey x carmen

At the start of his attendance to these sessions, Joey would make no hesitation on getting back in his car and heading home to smoke another bowl. A little bit counterintuitive considering he was in a recovery support group, but, like... pot was different, wasn't it? These days, everybody and their grandma was taking in some form of cannabis. He didn't feel guilty.

After a few solid weeks of attending, he found that he actually made some friends. And he would linger back after the session ended, catching up with them. Not so jaded anymore. He was in the middle of chatting with someone about the upcoming season of The Bear when he noticed a new face about to walk past him. He stopped her promptly, stretching an arm out. Who was Joey if he didn't come on a bit too strong?

"Hey," he gave her a smile. "Carly, right?" Wrong.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

It was easy to lure the newest Titan away from the rest, back the boy into a corner. He was the weakest link, the newest hero, the easiest to manipulate-

Then, the ghost child transformed, glowing rings passing over his body to reveal a familiar black-haired boy. "Uncle Slade, what the fuck are you doing?"

[kabukiaku]

a slipknot brainrot was not on my 2024 bingo card. but im here for it. i basically grew up hearing these guys I just never fully looked into them. now i am obsessed. 🤘

have some Joey Jordison + bonus trike race with the Cardinal!!❤️🖤

[pawsomeraccoon]

some chommy doodles :D

[daringsunflowers]

amelia had made her way to the door as quickly as she could. the last thing he had wanted to do was to have alexander make a bigger scene and wake up miranda. if he was going to see his daughter it was going to be on their terms not his. once she was down the steps and let him in she had shushed him. "keep your voice down." she told softly as he had gotten louder and disrespectful with each time he spoke to her.

alex had took a step back when joey had told him if the issue was with him then the two of them could take it outside. "im not here to talk to you." alex spoke up directing his attention to joey now. "guys.. please... " she softly said placing a hand on joey's stomach to calm him with the situation. "joey being here is not any of your business.. who he is and what he is doing here is... not any of your concern.. what do you want alex. it is late and i dont need you waking up miranda or getting the cops called to my house." she told him softly. the man shifted a little rolling his eyes. "can we talk alone, i dont think you need a bodyguard." he pointed out. "or at least have your pet put on a shirt, god damn i cant even focus with him standing here half naked." amelia sighed. "if you dont have anything prodiuctive to say then please leave. this conversation we can have this weekend." he told him. "mia.. come on."

he hated having to disturb her peace, but he had a sinking feeling that the situation would have spiraled further out of control if the so-called 'father of the year' outside had continued his tirade. " im sorry, he can't get his shit together. " he quipped, leaning into the kiss. the taste of her lips only served to fuel his frustration. now, instead of savoring her sweetness all night, he was left to deal with the chaos at the doorstep.

he trailed behind her down the stairs, his hand gently massaging her shoulder in a comforting rhythm as they descended. there was no doubt in his mind that she could handle her baby's father on her own, but he decided to err on the side of caution for the night. he stepped aside, providing them with some space, but not enough to let the other man forget his presence in the room. barely a few seconds in, and joey was already rolling his eyes, a silent testament to his growing irritation. amelia barely had a chance to utter a word as alexander's lips flapped at a pace that outstripped his brain. predictably, the first topic he broached was joey, rather than his own daughter. " woah — i thought you wanted to talk about miranda. not me. if your issue is with me, then we can take this conversation back outside. " joey interjected as a warning, his bullshit meter was full, the irritation etched clearly on his face.

[inkdemonapologist]

LMAO OKAY SO i wanted this to be in the quotes post but I COULDNT FIGURE OUT... HOW TO CAPTURE THE WAY BOO SAID IT WITHOUT DRAWING AN ENTIRE COMIC...... SO I DREW AN ENTIRE COMIC, here have this thing that happened in our cthulhu session

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

Joey furrowed his brows. If that was the right answer, it sure as hell sounded wrong.

Staring out at the gray sea of metal cars, he replayed her words in his mind and tried to process it all. Maybe it was so jarring because it had never gone this way before. They had always found a way to come back to each other, nevermind whether it was right or wrong—all that mattered was that they could do it all over again. But he supposed this was what his therapist said—warned him about. That this was a cycle and it needed to be broken, just like everything else in his life, in order for things to get better.

He had heard the way the words sounded coming from her mouth. Even if he hadn't been looking at her, he knew she was in pain. That those words weren't the ones she wanted to say, but she was too tired to crawl deeper and dig out any more. He had done it again, hurt her again, even if this whole trip was supposed to be about—

What was it supposed to be about?

Maybe this was her throwing out her final lifeline, telling him in her own language—or, her figured, their own language that they both spoke so fluently and yet were constantly perplexed by—that this was it. It was now or never. And what he'd said had prompted her to decide for her own that it was going to be never.

He tried to think back to what he said. Was any of it final? He didn't mean it to be. If it were up to him they'd be stuck in traffic like this forever, talking about this forever, weaving through the maze forever without any intention of ever getting out.

If this was better, it didn't feel like it. He found himself feeling angry. Not at Chey, but at himself. He had done it again. Put her through all of this just to destroy it and leave her to pick up the pieces, even though she was crumbling herself. He had used her. He had Penny at home and yet he used her.

And yet, he wasn't ready to confess.

"Chey," he said, his voice breaking a bit. Still didn't look at her. "This—I don't want this to be a goodbye. What do you mean, goodbye? What does that mean to you?" He wasn't caring about anything his therapist advised him; it wasn't in his best interest to be a good person. Someone considerate, someone who wasn't toxic. All he wanted was her.

His voice was more desperate. The cars in front of him just wouldn't move. "What did I say? What did I say, what did I do to make you not want this anymore? Because... 'cause I'm not done. And you can't be either. You just... can't fucking be done."

callmewhenyougetthis​:

The drive home had been smooth, Tennessee’s mountains and tree lines serving a feast for the eyes. But the closer they got to the city the more congested traffic became, and eventually, the car was at a standstill in a concrete jungle. Joe inched forward, absentmindedly tapping at the wheel as he looked at the sea of rusted metal in front of him. The lush landscape of their mini getaway was hundreds of miles away now, and the change was palpable. 

He didn’t want to break the silence first, for he didn’t know what he would say. Admitting he was in a relationship was just as far away as Tennessee was, almost as if he’d left his chance for a confession there and his odds had somehow been wiped like a blank slate. And then he kept quiet, simmering in the guilt that selfish thought festered in him, and he sunk into the radio, switching it from their playlist to a play-by-play of the football game. 

His lips parted just so, reaching over to turn the volume down, but she’d beat him to it. Why was he always caught being a coward like that?

Joe chuckled. The question sounded so simple and yet was riddled with endless possibilities. “Honestly? Fuck if I know. We could just treat it as one long-ass night stand and pretend it never happened,” he said, tapping at the wheel again, until he eventually stopped. He needed to face her question and give a grown-up answer; they both knew that would be the easy way out, not the right one. 

“If I had a time machine, I’d go back and… well, you know.” He looked ahead, letting his foot off the brake just so. Then, he glanced at her. Tried to hearken back to his therapist’s encouragement of him opening up, but also finding it within himself to be honest either way. To say what was on his mind instead of putting up a front for self-preservation. “But I can’t. I feel like… Maybe fate’s way ahead of us and we’re lagging behind. I feel like… You’ve moved on and I’ve just made shit complicated. That maybe I shouldn’t have gone on this trip with you. Not because it wasn’t gonna be fun, but ‘cause… Shit, we were doing so good. And I’m not ready to fuck up again.”

He rested an elbow against the door and anxiously rubbed the side of his forefinger along the top of his lip. “What now?”

.

She should’ve trusted her gut, because right then she realized she wished she hadn’t heard his answer to the question. It was amazing how after all this time, Chey still managed to get disappointed. All she wanted was for him to say they would work it out, like he’d sweep her off of her feet and finally love her fully and completely. Hadn’t she learned by now to not let her hopes get too high? Maybe this time she truly thought things would be different. He was sober, bettering his life for the better, and they still fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. It just made sense to be with him, yet they could never quite get there. Maybe they weren’t matching puzzle pieces after all - just two pieces crammed together, enough to convince herself that it was perfect. 

He regretted the trip and it was clear he regretted everything that happened between them. Her heart sunk in her chest and she stared forward in order to not get emotional. She couldn’t look at him. Suddenly, she felt like a teenager all over again with him. How easily he could fill her heart up with love and break it all at once. It was time for her to take her heart back. Chey couldn’t spend the rest of her days doing this dance with him. Had she ever really moved on? That was an even sadder truth that she didn’t want to face. 

He was speaking from his heart, dropping harsh truth on the subject. It was time she did the same. 

What now?

“Now we say goodbye.” He wanted this to be a one night stand, then so be it. It was. Chey continued staring forward and exhaled quietly. “I can’t do this anymore, Joe… I can’t have weekends like this with you. I can’t pretend like it doesn’t mean something to me - because it does. But most of all… I can’t be just friends with you. I’m sorry. I can’t. I don’t know how to be.” Tears threatened her eyes, so she chewed on her inner cheek to keep them at bay. “So, we say goodbye.”

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@colcrado // joey x fox

The plan's simple.

Plan? Joey, do we really need a plan? Just tell Fox you're still in love with her. I don't want to be part of this if all you wanna do is break her heart all over again.

As Joey sat down with Lulu—his best friend and often the speaker of wisdom—across from Fox and her date, Josh, these words echoed in his mind. Breaking Fox's heart again was the last thing he wanted to do, and yet, he couldn't guarantee he'd protect her from himself all the same. He observed Josh, who was clean-cut and good-looking, and wondered what made him better than Joey.

Was it that he made Fox laugh, made her feel safe, and provided for her? What was it about him that Joseph couldn't be? He also thought about how much Josh knew about Joey and Fox's previous relationship. If he knew it all, was he jealous? Why would he agree on a double date?

"Joey," Lulu's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, where he'd apparently been carried off for the past minute or so. She shoved his arm. "Earth to Joey. Ya still with us?" she muttered.

"Oh, shoot. Sorry," he said, clearing his throat. "I was just trying to get a closer look at their wine collection, thinking about changing our order. It's a special occasion after all, saving all those dogs' lives." They had just been talking about some huge donations that had been made to the local animal shelters as a result of the last gala that Joey and Fox attended. (A few of those 'anonymous' donations were from the O'Connor estate, but he'd never mention that.)

Joey nodded toward Fox. "Do you wanna come up to the bar and help me pick something out?"

[liltypingtom]

WAS WATCHING SPIES ARE FOREVER AND NOTICED THAT LITTLE DETAIL?? WHAT HAPPENS TO THAT GUARD?? IT CUTS BACK TO BARB AND THE NEXT TIME WE SEE OWEN IS WHEN HE’S GOING DOWN THE STAIRS.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Nightwing."

Dick froze halfway across a rooftop, the lights and gunshots of Bludhaven disappearing in an instant. A scowl flashed across his face, teeth clenched and bared, before he forced it back. His face smoothed back out and his voice took on a pleasant, amused tone. "Slade. How did you get this frequency?"

"Nevermind that," Slade scolded. "We have more important things that need discussing, and information to be revealed."

"Is this about Constantinople?" He asked with a lilt, propping one hand on his hip. "Because I thought I told you, those geese totally counted as villains and deserved arrest--"

"I found a child vigilante. What do I do with it?"

"Ex-cuse me?" His fist clenched. "Is this a trick question?"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'what do I do with it?' You know what to do with it; you become its nemisis when their 15 and haunted them for the next decade." His voice was thinly-veiled rage. He couldn't stop himself from shaking. That poor kid, Slade has his sights set on them. He's going to torture that kid, or worse, and now I have to track Slade's trail back to wherever he found this kid--

"I can't do that! He's only eight years old!"

"What?"

"There's this eight year old meta brat running around a Mid-West town in his pajamas while adults shoot at him. There isn't a mentor in sight, and one of the kid's rogues has threatened to skin him. What. Do. I. Do?"

[mutatedangels-a]

A mocktail on the rocks. How close can they actually get a scotch to the real thing? Joseph practically drank liquor like water before he made the choice (or, like, was forced to?) go sober; he could tell when something about it was off. And something was certainly off about this bar's non-alcoholic options.

He wasn't from the city and didn't have his regular bartender to lament about the non-drinking life with. He looked this place up on his phone at the hotel and jumped as soon as he saw their puny mocktails section on the menu. Besides a Shirley Temple, they had fake scotch and fake gin. It had to do. All he knew was that, on such a stressful business trip for the architecture firm, he needed somewhere to wind down. Going to a bar, for a recovering alcoholic-addict-everything having to do with substances, was probably the dumbest thing he could do—he knew that—and yet, he thought himself smarter. He willed himself to be.

Joey was in the middle of scrolling through his emails, waiting for another round of pseudo-scotch, when a voice yanked him out of his concentration. He looked up to see it was a beautiful girl—and, in that moment, nearly kicked himself over the head for forgetting that gorgeous women were also a distraction (a deterrent, as they say) from relapse. At least, they were for him. He cleared his throat and gave the blonde a smile. God, he was a sucker for blondes.

"You could say that," he quipped with a chuckle, retrieving his refilled glass before taking a sip. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown and all that. How about you—tired of smiling for pictures, walking down a runway or something?" Because she had to be a model or something, or at least that was the pickup line he wanted to roll with tonight.

open: f/m/nb 25+ (m if romantic) read rules + exclusives before interaction. do not like starter if we're not mutuals. insta block if u do. selective with who I reply to. muse: Gloria Mancini. 30. Media Assistant Executive. Lipstick Gossip. connection: friend. acquaintance. coworker. media affiliate. influencer. any tbh

Work has its ups and downs. Today practically buried her. Heading out after work for a drink is a perfect form of relaxation. At least in Gloria’s mind it will give her a chance to unwind. One. Sip. At. A. Time. The glass sparkled with her choice of bubbly flirtation. A little fancier than most girls like her should have. Lucking out the way she did made it possible to do a little splurging on herself. She does get enough in a paycheck working with her friend of all people but she’s come up from the casual world of cheap wine coolers. It’s always nice to have a taste of goodness. Sometimes it’s better to share and she caught sight fairly quickly of anyone who stood out to her. Part of her job does require to be reflexive and observant. “Hello there,” Gloria spoke freely, giving a little smile, forcing herself to be outgoing. A perfect little mask at times to her private facade. “Have a job you’re getting away from too?” Every lonely soul in a bar has something they're getting away from. Sometimes she wonders if she's merely escaping mundane daily life or she's searching for something.

[pawsomeraccoon]

here’s some eburnean!tommy doodles bcuz i’ve been thinking about him lots lately :p

(au by @/bludobyy on twitter)

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 5.04 BEAUTY AND THE BEAST The babysitter doesn't trust me because of the lies. Lumen doesn't trust me because of the truth. There must be a name for that. Oh, right, Dexter Morgan.

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Cthulhu AU] I'd suggested that, while Sammy is trying to get over his nerves around music and performing after the events of Season 3, he might offer to play songs for Henry's kids as a low-stakes way to ease back into performing, and Maf immediately assured me that if Sammy came over to the Stein household, Henry would invite him to stay for dinner. THIS IS SO CUTE TO ME..... Sammy would be very socially unsure but like, he is not going to turn down homemade bacon soup.

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

"You've got a point."

Even though Joey already knew for a fact that she didn't have a date with her, for the hell of it (and to amuse her) he pulled his gaze upward and scanned the party. The truth was, he found her band mates before he found her, and they'd tipped him off that she was around the house somewhere. He told himself he wouldn't bother her, but he couldn't leave well enough alone. Once he was finished fake-examining the party, he looked back over at the blonde with a smile.

"I did see you making out with some guy a few minutes ago," he mentioned, and that was the truth. "But that guy's passed out in the bathroom right now. So I think it's right to say you're fair game." Of course, his words were in jest. Part of his banter was always to objectify her, but to him, if anything, that was only boosting her ego as being someone he wanted. And that was true. He did want her.

For sex or for company, tonight Joey wasn't quite sure yet. All he knew was that, now that she was here, he was laser-focused on her, and he was seconds away from ditching the place with or without her—but the former would make his night all the better. Her annoyance toward him was palpable and yet it made his conquest all the more fun.

"C'mon, you know that you were just dying for somebody to come sweep you off your feet and stop you from wasting any more of your time," he spoke matter-of-factly. "Does it really make that much of a difference whether it's me or somebody else? I'd like to think you'd go for the more handsome option—" him— "anyway."

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The look of disgust was not something Leslie had to fake as the last person she had imagined would plop down beside her wrapped his arm around her and lamely clinked their plastic cups together. Leslie scoffed and looked away, busying her lips with her drink once again to reign in all the nasty and mean things that rushed to the tip of her tongue as Joey spoke. Gods, sometimes she just hated the sound of his voice but surprisingly, tonight she wasn't so put off by his presence. Although she shrugged as if she were trying to get something gross off her shoulders the witch didn't fully shrug away Joey's touch.

Her blue eyes snapped back to him, that look of disgust still in place. "It's always a pleasure to see me," Leslie snided back with a curl of her own lips in a mock smirk still very much showing her annoyance, lack-luster though her efforts were. The fact was she had become bored, much like it seemed so had Joey and for whatever reason they seemed to find each other in such situations and filled those needs rather well. The blonde shook her head to brush her hair off her shoulders some and also to look at him better. Why was she always so annoyed when didn't entirely hate his company? When she found herself drawn back to him again.

Her gaze heated some, both with interest and warning, though she wasn't about to do anything just yet despite her display of dislike for this encounter. Leslie hadn't rejected him outright. "What makes you think I'm alone and not here with someone else?" She asked with an annoyed furrow of her brow, scoffing again and shaking her head slightly, as if this whole thing was ridiculous and she didn't have thoughts of leaving with him already. She wasn't actually there with someone else, just her bandmates but Leslie was certain there was no way Joey would know that, although, she had made out with someone earlier in the evening and a part of her hoped he did know about that.