#i was a bit Out Of It with john

[eric-the-bmo]

-kicks down door- OKAY SO. THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH SEASON FINALE HAPPENED. SO HERES A RECAP OF IT

The owlbear hunter is trapped in the barrier, and Louis and Markus light it on fire. Smoke fills the cylindrical barrier, to the point we can’t see the monster very well. Song casts a spell, turning the smoke into oxygen, making it very flammable inside. Louis uses up the last of his makeshift flamethrower, and it all goes up in flames; the barrier prevented any damage to the cul-de-sac. Charred bones clatter to the ground.

In the distance, John sees the plume of smoke and hears the monster’s shrieks of terror suddenly get cut short, and he knows that his competition has been taken care of. He can hunt freely.

Amira, an npc, sticks her head out of the safehouse to see wtf was going on- bc hello?? there was an explosion??? And the trio yells at her to get back inside, and her mother drags her back in and closes the door- but Louis' head is on a swivel, he's nervous, bc he wants to know where John went (bc they all saw him fucking lose it)- so he notices that as Amira's getting dragged back in, her gaze darts over to look at something past them, and her eyes go wide.

Louis whirls over and sees Song. She's catching her breath, as the smoke-to-oxygen spell took a lot out of her [she won’t be able to run very far]- and he sees John, crooked and sharp, lunging towards her. Louis yells, but with how fast John is, all Song can do is turn to see John and yell as she throws up her arms in an attempt to defend herself. As they do this, Song recalls a memory: They had stolen a book they’d been perusing from their father’s library and had gone out to the woods. They had everything set up; the circle, the candles, the stones. A monster had ran out to attack them, and Song spoke the incantation to summon the barrier; but instead of trapping it inside, the thing ran right through- but when it came out from the barrier it looked different. Instead of trapping the monster in the barrier, the spell had trapped it in an entirely new body. They didn’t get a good look at what it looked like, as it immediately pushed past her in a panic, knocking her down and out. Song had woken up in their father’s house the next morning.

John goes for the throat. Song attempts to stab him with her ritual dagger but he bites down, and it’s ecstasy. It’s been a long time since he’s eaten anything good, and while he doesn’t know why, the act of hurting this one seems right. Justified.

Louis gives Markus only one shot to do something to help. As John’s about to tear even more into Song’s throat, there’s a sharp prick at his spine, and then static- paralyzing venom from the bugs Markus had summoned is spreading through his veins. It’s hard to move, and he falls over backwards. A rythymic buzzing fills his ears, and from the venom and all his wounds, he passes out.

Markus takes off their hoodie to tie up John. Louis tears off part of his shirt to try and help Song- she’s wild-eyed, stumbling, hand pressed up to her neck to try and stop the bleeding. He tries to bandage them as best as possible, and Song uses healing magic to heal themself even further, leading to the two of them holding hands in the process. Song whirls around to ask John what the hell that was about, only to see Markus trying to drag the monster man over to their house.

A scream comes from the safehouse- it’s Shelby. She runs over to John, extremely worried upon seeing her best friend unconscious and bleeding. Louis says they’ll get him patched up, and Song grabs Shelby’s shoulders and tells her that John attacked her. Louis confirms John did in fact do that, but he can explain it all himself later, and Markus adds it was a bad drug trip.

Shelby and Markus carry John over to their house, where Markus immediately works on patching him up. Once that’s done, they head over to a corner and starts to sob. Shelby gets the vibe she should leave them alone, and pulls up a chair to sit beside her friend.

Song and Louis hang back to search for monster eggs. Song dispels the barrier; the dispellation causes a small sonic boom, shattering the windows of the nearby houses. Mr Patterson comes out and wants to know who broke the windows, and Louis (still covered in blood and holding a gun) says it was him. Mr Patterson says he’ll send a bill, and makes a comment on how he still can’t find his missing cat that went missing in Episode One. Just then he does find the cat, actually; they’d been in the bushes, and have kittens. Other neighbors come out, ask if each other is okay, and make their way home. Louis offers to walk Song home, and at the door Song invites him in for coffee. He very much would like to, but goes the Gentleman Route and declines- it’s 2am after all (and with his dialogue, an accidental misogynistic comment was made). Song dislikes this refusal, being used to getting what she wants, and also the comment. She leaves, and Louis beats himself up over it- and then the cell service returns, and he sees he has a voicemail.

It’s from his vampiric ex, who states he’s coming to move in to the cul-de-sac soon. Louis deduces he must’ve died in the fight with the owlbear and that this is hell; scorned by the one he likes, and suffering in the presence of his ex. He doesn’t sleep that night.

John wakes up in the morning, and feels sick when he remembers the previous night. At some point in the night, Shelby had untied the hoodie restraint, and had also fallen asleep; he manages to get off the couch without waking her and goes to the restroom to wash the dried blood off of himself with shaking hands.

Markus wakes up and busies themself with routine, ignoring their very serious wounds oh my god, and opens to restroom door to tell John to go to his own house. Oh- with him having passed out, and with all their houses being the same floor plan, John didn’t realize he was at Markus’s.

Still a bit out of it, he goes to leave, but is encountered by an awake Shelby, who’s angry he was going to leave without her. John attempts to say he didn’t want to wake her, and Shelby continues: she could’ve lost him last night, why wouldn’t you wake me up? She pauses (John looks like he’s going to cry), and says they and talk about it at home. They hug each other, and begin to walk back.

Shelby starts her breakfast, and tells John she doesn’t believe what Song and Markus told her, about him being on a bad trip and attacking them- in all the time she’s known her, he’s never seemed to be the type to do anything like that. John slowly looks at her, surprised and silently angry about what Song had told her. Shelby continues, expressing concern over his injuries. All he says about both topics is that he fucked up that night, and his injuries were due to the “wolf” they had gone after. Shelby gently tells him he should be more careful (she underestimates how much he doesn’t value himself, but he’ll try to be more careful for her).

With the Dome down, the mailman can actually do his job. He meets Louis (who, by the way, is still in last night’s clothes [he explains it as a hunting accident]), and recognizes John as being a resident of the town from before the House Raffle. Walter encounters Markus looking for worms, meets Song, and gives everyone their mail.

Louis figures if his ex is coming he might as well get dressed, and heads over to Song’s to apologize- who, by the way, just finished a shower, and she calls her father so he can send a guy to fix her house’s windows. She mentions she’s lonely, and her father leaves for a meeting. Louis knocks at their door, and they let him knock for a while bc they’re petty. He wants to apologize for last night, and says an individual from his past is coming over who might hurt Song to get back at Louis. Song asks Louis if he doesnt trust her father to protect her/ does he think he can’t protect herself? He says seeing her almost die last night made him realize he wouldnt want that to actually happen- it’s a whole thing. He invites her to go out for coffee, and she responds with “Perhaps.” The apology seems to be accepted.

The cast goes through their mail, and come across a Very Noticeable pamphlet for the first annual Greenville botanical parade being hosted next weekend! There’s a photo of presumably the mayor, next to a giant thorned plant; Song recognizes it as the same plant they had seen in a vision when they had cast their Clairvoyance spell a few episodes ago.

Episode 7: Cleansed In Fire means that Season One is all wrapped up!

The Dome is down, Song and Louis are slowly getting their rocky romance started up, Markus is steadily Getting Worse, and John has Guilt and is Terrified of interacting with the other Main Cast members! And there might be a carnivorous plant next season!!!

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[sandflakedraws]

re : how each brother reacts learning that they can't go back

you'll have to pry the "all the Brozone Bros knew what happened at the tree" headcanon outta my cold, dead dead dead hands.

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[soosoosoup]

treasure planet au: cabin boy duties

[bluegiragi]

debrief.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[meowpupp]

read at your own risk (I'm terribly out of practice)

uhhhhh... blah, blah, blah-

owner!price who enforces a new rule, banning you and pup!kyle from kissing each other. he spends the next day watching his two pups desperately dry hump each other, Kyle's cock leaking in his boxers as he ruts against your drooling cunt. he almost cries, the slick heat of your cunt under your panties taunting him.

the pair of you can barely control yourselves, whimpering as you try press every inch of your skin against Kyle's. it's a cute scene, the perfect entertainment for price as he burns through a fresh cigar. it's clear neither of you know what to do with yourselves, desperate to sloppily makeout and swap spit like you'd normally do.

instead, Kyle resorts to licking and drooling over your skin. his growls making you shiver as he holds you close, licking and sucking on your chubby cheeks, but never kissing your pouty lips. he's a good boy, after all.

It's funny to price, really. he sometimes forgets his well trained pups are just horny little mutts in disguise.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[dizzybizz]

"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"

[swordofhearts]

family portrait

[yeyinde]

now why would you hide these in the tags..

also thinking maybe reader is newcomer too, maybe on vacation. everyone knows not to mess with price, say things about it never ending well.

but reader pays them no mind, thinking that their overreacting. of course, they aren’t, and reader is forced to check out of their hotel and into their new forever home with price <3.

and he's your first experience with an alpha, too. like sheltered reader, surrounded by betas your whole, stumbling onto John Price, of all people. but of course you're curious. you've never met an alpha before outside of the ones in your school - all the same age, the same hormonal shifts at the same pace; it's just not the same, is it?

and despite the tug between you, he can see where this going when you start batting your eyes at him, and softening under the burn of his glare. you're not going to like it. you'd never be able to handle him. and he tries to tell you this. warn you away. find a beta, a smaller, younger alpha. he doesn't care - just stay the hell away from him.

but you've been doted on your whole life and English Burt Reynolds isn't going to be the first man to tell you no.

so you push. prod. dig a little deeper. lay it on thick until his presence, a novice in your life, triggers the first stirrings of a real heat. forced proximity. freak storm. one bed. he breaks before dawn, but before you can even start to feel triumph, the reality of getting fucked by an older, more experienced alpha rears.

maybe you realise this when he pulls his fat, angry looking cock out, and barks at you to get back on the bed because he hasn't even started yet, and if you wanna strut around town, aching for his knot, well. he'll give it to you.

problem is: he's too big. too rough. you've been treating yourself like fine silk, something precious, and what he gives you (after growling at your pussy that he can't wait to break her in) is nothing at all like you were expecting. and this idea of a heat making you malleable, soft and ready, falls to pieces when you remember that anatomy isn't magic and no amount of fever in your blood will ever soothe the ache of him eating you up like a man starved.

but hey. you got the big, surly alpha in the end, didn't you? guess no one taught you the meaning of a pyrrhic victory.

[skulldetergent]

🎃🐺 SPOOKY SEASON 🐺🎃

[ohwatson]

bbc john watson is so funny because he’s characterized throughout the fandom as this kind, easy-going man who wears lots of jumpers and makes copious amounts of tea when in reality he literally shot a guy two hours after eye fucking his new flatmate, is kind of a sarcastic asshole who isn’t all that great in social settings, wears one or two jumpers (he owns a lot of jackets, though) and never makes tea once

[franklyimissparis]

Beatles Wives on Self Help

inspired by paperback book covers of the 60s and 70s, here’s a little graphic design project i’ve been working on pondering the question: what kind of self-help(esque) books would have been useful to the beatles WAGs circa 1968 - then creating them as if they had written them theirselves.

[soosoosoup]

snowzone

[thevoidstaredback]

Every man has his breaking point. Danny's is just a bit higher than everyone else's because he's a king and has a high tolerance for absolute bull shit. No matter how strong that bar is, though, one can only bend so far before snapping.

Unfortunately for everyone around him, Danny has reached his breaking point.

"I wish I could get drunk," he stared into his drink longingly, "Or high. But mostly drunk."

"Why do ya say that?" Billy asked, tilting his head curiously to the left.

Danny sighed, "It's a long story."

"I've got time." he shrugged.

"Are ya sure?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "You don't think any emergencies are gonna crop up? Nothing you'll need to go take care of?"

Billy backed off a little, folding into his seat. "What're you talking about? I'm just some kid on the street. I ain't going anywhere."

Danny rolled his head from side to side. "Mostly, I'm talking about the JL meeting the both of us are gonna skip out on tonight."

"What-?"

"C'mon, Captain, it won't do to talk here," he stood, picking up his coffee and waiting for Billy to do the same.

Billy's eyes narrowed as he looked Danny up and down. "I don't recognise you," he whispered, "Who are you."

Danny produced another calling card from his sleeve as he sipped his drink, holding it in front of himself but not handing it over. When Billy was looking at it, he flipped it over. The white background turned matte black, all the runes in the Ouroboros turning so white that they glowed. The DP in the very middle tinted blue, pulsing with toxic green energy, slightly cold to the touch. The edges started to frost over.

Quickly, Billy pulled the card Danny had given him before from the inner pocket of his jacket. It, too, had changed to match the one Danny held, though there was no longer a DP in the middle. Instead, it said 'Phantom' in fancy calligraphy.

"No way," the kid muttered, his expression awestruck, "Phantom? That's you? No shit?"

Danny chuckled, tucking the card away again, "No shit, kid. Don't tell anyone, though. You're the only one who knows."

"Really?" he squeaked.

"Really."

***

Having someone know his whole story was refreshing, just as he's sure Billy felt good to have someone know his, too. That didn't stop him from feeling bad about dumping it all on the poor kid.

"I still wish I could get drunk," Phantom lamented."

Constantine looked up from the book he was reading. "You can't get drunk?"

"Nope."

"How'd ya figure that one out, kid?"

"Please don't call me a kid."

That's not good. The blond marked the page before setting the book to the side. Phantom had never actually asked him to stop calling him a kid. "What's wrong?" He didn't normally do the whole 'feelings' things, but the was an exception.

Phantom sighed long and sad. He didn't look up from the carpet. "I told you they were going to ask invasive questions."

"Who was it?" It was more of a demand then a question.

"Red Robin,"

"Red- I thought you would've skipped town when we were done there? I sure as hell did."

"I know you did, but I decided to stick around for a bit. Wander, y'know? Red Robin caught up to me and would leave me alone."

Oh, oh no. Those were tears. Were they? Yeah, shit, they are! John is not equipped to handle this!

Phantom sniffled. "He asked me how I died."

Fuck.

John Constantine is not easy to anger. Sure, he gets tired, and irritated, and a whole slew of emotions, but he is very slow to anger.

Phantom, he knows, is not a child. The ghost can very much take care of himself in basically every way one could think of. He saved the world on his own, several times, when he was fourteen. He became a King and Protector when he was fourteen. He died when he was fourteen.

Right now, all he could see was the child who hadn't ever been properly laid to rest. It was hard not to call Phantom a child when he seemed so small, seeking comfort from anyone. Phantom was crying. He'd retreated to the House and locked himself in Constantine's room, only talking when he was ready to, but he'd waited to cry.

Phantom didn't like crying. Every person in the JLD knew this.

No. John Constantine is not quick to anger, but he is scary when he reaches that point. Batman might be the night and vengeance and all that shit, but John Constantine was wrathful.

He sat beside Phantom and let the ghost lean into him and cry. He didn't like dealing with feelings, but this was a child in need of comfort and he was the only one around to offer it. "Do you really want me to stop calling you 'kid'?"

A sniffle and a small head shake. "No."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"...sure."

"How old are you really? As a ghost, not as a human or a halfa. How old are you?"

"Fourteen." he mumbled, "I'll never be any older than fourteen, John," he was getting a bit hysterical now, "I'll never be any older than fourteen! I-I died and-and now I have to rule and-and people keep asking and no one believes me and-!" A sob cut him off, heavy with grief and wet with tears. He cried for hours, giving up on trying to form words. Constantine let him, ignoring the wet patches on his shirt. Eventually, Phantom's sobs died down into hiccups. "I didn't...I'm- I'm sorry."

"It's alright, mate," he meant it, really and truly.

Phantom rubbed his eyes, "I'm gonna go hide somewhere."

"Not gonna share where?"

"No, I want to be alone for a while." He paused at the door, "Whatever you're gonna do, will you leave Captain Marvel out of it?"

Odd request, but, "Alright," he nodded, "I'll talk to the others." And by 'talk', he means lecture. There are boundaries that one shouldn't cross, and not asking the dead how they died should've been obvious! With his League issued communicator, John called an emergency meeting in one hour, required attendance, barring Captain Marvel. First things first, though, he needed to talk to Deadman.

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