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[warrior-of-waistbands]

if parts of this look wonky it's because my glasses are out of commission and I sketched this squinting while leaning really close to my phone

anyway. I think Cap would actually be really good at family counseling.

[cherrirui-official]

Awe yeah Hitman JD art (+ semi-unrelated doodle bc I wanted to put something over the cut)

!! Blood warning for the art under the cut !!

@lemony-and-zesty HI I stumbled upon your Hitman John Dory au while looking at trolls fanart and I'm SO NORMAL abt him!!!! I just had to draw him I hope that's okay

[hey-hey-j]

Bruce's hair in your art reminds me of grapes that i want to eat

ghggghg I love drawing Bruce's hair so much it's so FLOWY. And PURBLE.

[kure0me]

Heathers headshots that I will desperately need later on as references because I can’t draw them consistently 😞😞

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Never forget when they randomly made Wanderlust buff

and gave him the coolest avatar

[astrofinnie]

THEY WILL NOT SILENCE US.

[llynnl2]

Ok I’ve been working on my heathers reboot video essay but I also just saw beetlejuice beetlejuice and can I just point out

Same guy different fonts

[midnightdemonhunter]

Couple of the year!

[redmyeyes]

how soon is now

the stuff i could never tell you— maybe you picked up on it, you were always in the background watching. i'd catch your eye in the rearview, my hand on his thigh in the front seat and i'd swear you knew. you always looked away so fast.

there was this one hunt gone bad, you probably remember, you cussed me out about it after, you were waiting up 'til three a.m., worried sick i guess, but it always came out like anger in those days. shifter sliced his shoulder open, had him pinned up against a tree and i nailed it in the back, i was so scared i just about blacked out and the next thing i remember dad has his head tilted back and he's laughing. full-on crazed laughter like he can't stop, with this dead shifter collapsed at his feet. i came up slow, spooked or not wanting to spook him, and i put my hand on his good shoulder and i said, dad? and the laughter dies down and he looks at me with his eyes all watery and just— lays his hand on my head. ruffles it, like he woulda done when i was five, and I wanted to drop to my knees. I wanted to burrow my nose deep, where the smell was the strongest, and I wanted that hand heavy, pushing, pressing, pulling.

and we just stood there for i don't know how long, me with my hand on his shoulder and him with his hand on my head and i couldn't breathe. and then he lets out this huff of a breath and he shakes his head like he's just witnessed something unbelievable, and he gives my head one last ruffle and pats my cheeks quick, buck up, boy, and then his thumb drags slow over my lip and pulls it down.

and that's it, then we get back in the car and drive back to you and you stitched him up and he sent me out to get bandages, maybe to cool down, i don't know, i don't know what i would've done then if you hadn't been there. Anything. Everything.

when i get back it's business as usual, he's joking around and he's even got you smiling a bit, and you've got his shoulder cleaned out and his shirt is a bloody mess on the table. he winces when he rolls his shoulder, and he says, man i reek, and, dean you wanna help me out in there, and he nods to the bathroom door, and it's phrased like a question but it's not.

so i jump up and start the shower, get it scalding like i know he likes, and he strolls in, bare-chested and barefoot, and he leans into the half-fogged mirror and twists, tries to see the stitches, says, how's it look, buddy, think i'll survive? and i come up close behind and i brush my fingers over the heated skin of his shoulder and i say, stitches look good dad, sammy did a good job. and he chuckles and steps away, and i sit on the closed toilet, staring down at the grody tiles to give him some privacy while he shimmies out of his jeans and underwear one-handed, his other arm hanging limp. he gives himself a tug and he says, keep your old man company, you know bathroom accidents kill more people a year than car crashes, and i say, is that true, and he laughs and says, got no idea kid, and then he steps into the tub and pulls the curtain closed behind him.

it's a messy close though, and i can see slivers of skin through the gap. besides, the curtain is one of those cheap plastic clear ones, and as grimy and fogged up as it is, i can still make out the blurred form of him, the way he tilts his face up into the spray, hissing when the water makes contact with his shoulder. and then i see his other hand move, low and rhythmic, and his voice is gravel when he says, you ever get that post-hunt high, when you've just missed death and the adrenaline kicks in and gets your blood pumping? just making conversation, but he's stroking himself and i know he knows i'm watching, and my cock's thick just from that and my hands are digging into my knees through the denim and i say, yeah, but it sticks in my throat and comes out cracked. and i say, dad, and it feels like a plea but i don't even know what i'm asking for, and he says, don't, sharp as a whip crack. his hand speeds up though, and after a minute there's a grunt, a sigh, a whispered, fuck, and then the water's shut off and he's stepping carelessly out, drying himself with one of the threadbare towels and wrapping it loosely around his waist. he looks down at my lap, at the tent i'm sporting, and he says, should still be some hot water left, and then he leaves the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

when i come back out five or ten minutes later, he's already in his bed and you're already in ours, and the only light left on is the one on my side. i don't think either of you are sleeping but you seem like you are. by the time i slide into bed beside you, i'm half-hard again, just from the memory, from the impossibility of what just happened, but i don't jack off because it feels good to be wanting.

nothing happened, so what was i supposed to say? and after that it got harder and harder to tell you anything. anyway, i liked having something that was just for the two of us. but sometimes i'd catch your eyes sliding away and i'd feel guilty for being so selfish. if you can believe such a thing.

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for @egipci, who asked for a prompt, and i gave one, but it stuck in my head and i accidentally wrote it myself.

[uwu-berryfaerie]

i always knew bloody mary would come onto JD since the beginning of this year, im so glad it did TwT 

[femmmie]

[orviposition]

I have finished orv three times and I still don't know how joongdok fits the sun and moon trope

sky (kdj) and earth (yjh) are right there!!!!!

[hey-hey-j]

all of this John Dory hate when this guy is right there

[kornfart]

EVERYONS SHUT UP OH MY GOD SHUT UP LOOK!

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!! COMING IN OCTOBER!

id happily give my cashapp tag to anyone willing >_0

+tracksuits and tees!!!

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Hii :3

Si’ha Nova ?

If she wasn’t taken I would marry her

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Me @ brain: Characters aren't real beings they can't be diagnosed with a precise disorder their way of thinking only correspond to their function in their story-

Brain: Okay but also JD in the musical has BPD.