#john tighe

[the-gershomite]

Resident Evil #3 -September 1998-

"Wolf Hunt"

story by Ted Adams

pencil art by Ryan Odagawa

inked by John Tighe & Mark Irwin

letters by Amie Grenier

[pepsimaxxing]

[ljones41]

Locke & Sawyer in "Confirmed Dead"

I recently did a rewatch of the "LOST" Season Four episode, (4.02) "Confirmed Dead". And I enjoyed it as much as I did during previous viewings. However . . . there was something about Oceanic 815 survivors John Locke and James "Sawyer" Ford that had eluded me during those past viewings.

How can I put this? There seemed to be a great deal of hypocrisy emanating from the two men. While questioning Locke's sanity in "Confirmed Dead", Sawyer had pointed out the older man's murder of Naomi Dorrit, an inhabitant from the newly arrived freighter, in the Season Three finale, (3.23) "Through the Looking Glass, Part II". And yet . . . Sawyer had recently committed two murders during late Season Three - Anthony Cooper in (3.19) "The Brig" and Other member Tom Friendly in the Season Three finale.

Later, Sawyer gave former Others leader Ben Linus a beat down after the latter had insinuated Kate Austen's preference for the Oceanic leader Jack Shephard over the con man. Then he had suggested to Locke that they "execute" - namely kill - Ben, because the latter was being a nuisance. But this wasn't the last of it.

After encountering Charlotte Lewis, another inhabitant from the freighter, Ben tried to kill her by shooting her in the chest. At that moment, Locke decided to punish Ben by killing the latter. Sawyer offered to do the job, but Locke decided he must be the one to "clean his own mess". Only Ben's revelation of his knowledge of Charlotte's background, the reason the freighter had arrived at the island and his spy aboard the freighter had saved his life.

Watching all of this unfurl made me shake my head with amazement. Locke was willing to execute Ben for attempting to do to Charlotte what he had recently done to Naomi in the Season 3 finale - namely kill someone from the freighter. As for Sawyer . . . he had punched Ben for making insidious comments about Jack and Kate. Then he wanted Ben dead for the attempt on Charlotte's life. This reminded me of his reason for murdering Tom Friendly. Sawyer had claimed he did it for 10 year-old Walt Lloyd's kidnapping in the Season One finale, (1.25) "Exodus, Part II". Yet, not once did he go after Ben for the same reason.

For years, I never understood why so many "LOST" fans had turned a blind eye to the crimes of most of the Oceanic survivors. Or made excuses for their crimes. I guess one should consider personal bias as a reason. But after my rewatch of "Confirmed Dead", I'm surprised that hardly anyone had noticed the Oceanic castaways' hypocrisy, including that from John Locke and James Ford in this episode.

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[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...What's Eating Gilbert Grape? (1993) on classic DVD 📀! ##movie ##movies #drama #whatseatinggilbertgrape #johnnydepp #leonardodicaprio #darlenecates #juliettelewis #marykateschellenhardt #MarySteenburgen #johncreilly #lauraharrington #crispinglover #KevinTighe #AdrienneKing #dvd #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

[gameofthunder66]

Stephen King's Rose Red (2002) miniseries

-(started) watchin' Season 1 (miniseries) 3 episodes- 11/24/2023- on Hulu

[twenty-words-or-less]

The Deadly Spawn

Summary: A bunch of flesh-eating aliens crash-land into Earth and immediately start feasting on the local population.

$8k cost apparent - bad acting and cheap FX offset by chaotic charm that can only come from DIY filmmaking.

Rating: 2.25/5

Photo credit: Gruesome Magazine

[milliondollarbaby87]

Road House (1989) Review

James Dalton is a bouncer who was hired to clean up one of the worst bars in a small Missouri town, what he didn’t realise was that trying to do this would see the villianious local entrepreneur Brad Wesley to rebel against it. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Road House (1989) Review

[warmglowofsurvival]

"@joshuadun Have always been inspired by the way you play brother! Your passion, energy and overall performance every show makes me appreciate drums to a whole another level! ❤️Thank you so much for taking the time to help us write today! love you dude 🤟 🥁@thefaimofficial #thefaim"

[kwebtv]

Terry Carter (born John Everett DeCoste; December 16, 1928 – April 23, 2024) Actor and filmmaker, known for his roles as Sgt. Joe Broadhurst on the TV series McCloud and as Colonel Tigh on the original Battlestar Galactica.

Carter acted in numerous television series, specials, and theatrical films. Carter was a regular cast member of The Phil Silvers Show (popularly known as Sergeant Bilko), appearing as Pvt. Sugie Sugarman in 91 episodes between 1955 and '59. Carter played boxer Rosie Palmer in a 1964 episode of the ABC drama Breaking Point. In 1965 he was the only black actor to have a role in the World War II drama Combat! in the season three episode "The Long Wait". He is best known internationally for his co-starring role as Colonel Tigh in the popular science-fiction TV series Battlestar Galactica. He was originally cast as Lieutenant Boomer, but was cut following a roller skating accident that fractured his ankle. After replacing Carter with Herb Jefferson, Jr., producer Glen A. Larson instead offered Terry Carter the role of Colonel Tigh, second in command of the ragtag fleet of starships, giving the series the distinction for the time of having more than one regular African-American character in the principal cast. Carter also starred as Dennis Weaver's partner, Sergeant Joe Broadhurst in the detective series McCloud for seven years.

In 1975, Carter started a small Los Angeles corporation, Meta/4 Productions, Inc. for which he produced and directed industrial and educational presentations on film and videotape for the federal government. Carter was president of Council for Positive Images, Inc., a non-profit organization he formed in 1979, dedicated to enhancing intercultural and interethnic understanding through audiovisual communication. Under the council's auspices, Carter produced and directed award-winning dramatic and documentary programs for presentation on PBS and distribution worldwide. (Wikipedia)

[beatleskinkmeme]

Mclennon

Paul is relatively openly having relationship with men. Groovy bob, Tara. But paul always refused to bottom, he needs to have the control and he doesn't do relationship. They know about each other and those silent rules.

Jealous john. Oblivious and pining paul.

And the scene I wish to see. Bob arrives in paul kitchen. Unannounced. Paul is cooking. He's not alone. John is already there. Come is dripping along Paul's tigh. Angry and jealous bob. John understand that he has his chance.

If it could have an happy ending it's better but you do you. Even with what I said before, I trust you. Just wishing for a paul who trusts his John.

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[the-gershomite]

Resident Evil #5 -February 1999-

Cover art by Carlos D'Anda & Mark Irwin

"...And The Last Shall Be First"

story by Kris Oprisko

pencil art by Lee Bermejo

inks by John Tighe

letters by Rob Robbins

colors by Wildstorm FX

The Resident Evil Files art by Carlos D'Anda

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday the Scottish folk singer/songwriter Brian McNeill born on April 6th 1950 in Falkirk.

Brian was a founder member of the Battlefield Band, one of our finest Folk Groups. He also joined several other top Scottish Folk musicians including Dick Gaughan in Clan Alba.

Brian is a multi instrumentalist – chiefly fiddle, bouzouki, mandocello, guitars and concertina – and the importance of his songwriting has long been recognised with such songs as The Yew Tree, The Lads O' The Fair, The Snows of France and Holland, Strong Women Rule Us All With Their Tears, Any Mick'll Do and No Gods and Precious Few Heroes. Many of his songs have been performed and recorded by artists worldwide. He has been described as ‘Scotland’s most meaningful contemporary songwriter’.

​Brian’s audio visual shows, The Back O' The North Wind, about Scottish emigration to America, and the sequel, The Baltic Tae Byzantium, exploring the influence of the Scots in Europe, have won wide critical acclaim. His long connection with America's Lone Star State led to him being created an honorary Texan by the then Governor George W Bush. For six years Brian was Head of Scottish Music at the RSAMD, now the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland.

Brian is increasingly in demand for his production skills and his album credits include Davey Arthur, The Paul McKenna Band, Lorne MacDougall, Rua Macmillan, Eric Bogle and John Munro, Matt Tighe and Tad Sargent, The John Wright Band, Drones and Bellows and Missouri a cappella quartet The Wee Heavies.

As well as his musical talent Brian has also turned his hand to writing, he pens short stories, crime and mystery fiction involving his hero, busker Alex Fraser and his heroine, private sleuth Sammy Knox.

Brian is currently on the road with the The Feast of Fiddles 30th anniversary tour.

A song Brian wrote is one of my favourite modern folk songs

No Gods And Precious Few Heroes

I was listening to the news the other day Heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say He was proud to be Scottish, by the way With the glories of our past to remember "Here's tae us, wha's like us", listen to the cry No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why The power and the glory's just another bloody lie They use to keep us all in line

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal And it's time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

So farewell to the heather and the glen They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again For they still prefer sheep to thinking men Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better There's nothing much to choose between the old vain and the new They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due And mind your bloody manners when you pay

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And it's time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

And tell me will we never hear the end Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again? Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen Leavin better folk than him to be butchered Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o'er your clan? Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land? Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand And count all the Princes in the queue

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And it's time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave While you wait for the Tartan Messiah? He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky Will we never have the sense to learn?

That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel Aye, there's no Gods

[travischarestcomics]

WildC.A.T.s Special #1 (1993)

Steve Gerber -- writer

Travis Charest -- penciler 

Scott Williams, John Tighe, Rich Johnson, Trevor Scott, Sal Regla, Alex Garner -- inkers

Joe Chiodo, Paige Apfelbaum, Wendy Broome (Fouts) -- colorists

Michael Heisler -- letterer

[polifandom]

my headcanons of how buck and bucky would feel about spanking during sex:

Buck:

has a difficult relationship with it because of his history with violence (through his dad) in the past

despite it, he really likes hitting. he feels bad bc, in his head, it makes him like his father, but fuck he cant help it if it really gets him hard

he loves seeing the mark of his hands on bucky's skin, especially when they stay red even after a while

he likes hitting in the face, always open-handed, but hitting john in the back, and tighs, and ass also really gets him going

despite johns reactions always being overwhelmingly positive, he still asks if its okay for him to hit him every time before they get started

he doesn't mind being hit, but it really doesnt do much for him (he guesses he got used to it over his adolescence and cant really see it in a sexual matter)

Bucky:

likes to hit, but REALLY rather be hit instead

tries being bratty so gale will hit him without asking for permission first

likes to be hit in the face, but in the back???? yeah, thats his fucking shit.

when he is the one hitting, its almost always by accident (like he just meant to grab buck's face, but went into it too excitedly and now gale's got a bruise)

he prefers rough sex and is fairly kinky, so a few hits here and there are really like the bare minumum for him

Both:

they really haven't discussed properly any of this l(ike they should have), so their entire knowledge of each other's preferences comes from their reactions as it's happening and john's later whispering in gale's ear about it

they dont really start hitting until they're months into their little arrangement, and once they do start they never really stop

the people that do know about what they have going on (curt, rosie, croz and douglass - the last one being bc curt acidently told to him) have a faint idea about the hitting, but they think its john doing it and have absolutely no idea its quite the opposite

[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter Two)

Edited-ish. ~1.7k words.

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The point of breaking is drawing closer and closer for you as Kiara grumbles about your pace at clearing out checks. You stare at the back of her head when she pushes through the door carrying several bowls of shrimp and grits to waiting customers. 

“Ignore her,” Pope says from across the bar. Your gaze flickers over to him, and he shrugs. “She has a vendetta against your family.”

“I’m gathering,” you mutter, swiping your customer's card and finishing the transaction. “Not sure why, though. We used to be best friends.”

Pope gnaws on his bottom lip, unable to answer your unspoken question. You shrug, snapping the black check presenter closed before making your way around the bar. The other two presenters are tucked under your arm. 

You liked Pope, he is kind and warm even if you are a kook. He does not throw it in your face quite like his friends. The strain between the kooks and the pogues had always been there, but in the past year it seemed to have reached a tipping point with Kiara joining the pogues and leaving Sarah and you both behind.

“It’s fine, it will all come to a head soon enough,” you mutter, and Pope quirks an eyebrow. He knew Kiara could have a temper, but your words make him realize you could too. 

“That’ll be fun,” he muses, and you crack a smile. 

“Don’t smile at him,” Kiara snips on her way past, her dark brown eyes glaring into yours. “He’s not your friend.”

“Whoa Kie.” Pope starts to try to ease the tension. 

You glare back at her over your shoulder. “Surprised he is yours, considering how much of a bitch you are being lately.”

“What was that?” She asks, turning to face you. Her voice rises in anger, arms crossed over her chest. 

“What is going on here?” Anna, Kiara’s mom, steps forward. Her eyebrows raised. 

“Nothing, Mrs. Carrera,” you say quickly and go to drop off the cards back to your customers. You return to see Kie backed up against the wall with her mom in front of her. Her hands are firmly on her hips as she glares at her daughter. 

“You need to be nice to her. We need help this summer. She is the best option for us. You were friends once, Baby. What happened?"

“Were,” Kie mutters. “Until I didn’t fit into the princess lifestyle anymore.”

“Is that what you think happened?” You ask arms crossed over your waist tightly. “Really, Kie? We were best friends.”

Anna frowns, stepping back to give Kiara room. “Not now, girls. We have customers to take care of.”

“Yes ma’am,” you nod and turn away from Kiara.

The tension is so thick you almost feel like it will choke you at any moment. Pope shifts on his stool, frowning at you. An apology reflected in his gaze. You shrug and continue with your tables. A gracious, sweet smile on your face as you cater to everyone’s needs. 

Once the restaurant is closed and every thing is broken down and cleaned for the next day, you emerge to see Kiara, John B, and Pope talking at a table. John B looks up as you shoulder your tote. 

“What is she doing here?” His attention snaps to the other two. 

“She works here now.”

He nods before turning back to you. “Daddy’s money not enough, Princess?”

You smirk, licking your lip. “That comment would sting a lot more if I cared what you think, Routledge.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Always the kook.”

“You started it,” you mutter, pulling your hair loose as Pope shoves John B’s shoulder. A warning look is on his face. 

“Why do you care, Pope?” Kiara snaps, and he frowns at her. His expression shifts to be sullen. 

“Because he is a kind person,” you quip and step out from behind the bar. “And he actually wants to talk instead of just acting like a bitch and not explaining why.”

Kiara lifts an eyebrow at your sharp words. “So, I’m a bitch?”

“No, but you are acting like one.” You fold your arms around your waist. “We were best friends, Kie. We told each other everything. You were there! And then you just turned your back on me, on us.”

She nods, lips rolling together in a tight line. “Of course, that is what you think happened?”

“Isn’t it?!” You raise your voice, heat flaming up your cheeks. “You were there when I buried the guy I love! You held my hand and let me cry myself to sleep how many times?”

Kasey’s face flashes through your mind. His screams for you as the dark, unforgiving water swallowed you whole echo in your head. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, pushing away the remnants of your past. The ache that crept in at night, flares up and you press your fingers to your chest, rubbing the area in hopes to extinguish the pain buried underneath the surface.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes snap open, and you glare at her again. “Point proven, acting like a bitch.” You turn on your heel to leave, and the chair scraps as she stands quickly. 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Do what?” You turn, glaring at her. “What could I have possibly done to you?”

“You let me be boxed out. You pushed me away, and you let the rumors go.”

Your jaw drops, and she frowns, hands balling into tight fists. 

“I let them box you out?” You ask, and she gives a sharp jerk of her chin in response. “I pushed you away?!” You take a step closer. Both boys are staring at the table, the awkward tension filling the space. "I was grieving the loss of someone I love! I almost died, Kiara! Do you think I wanted to box you out? Do you think I wanted to be the pitiful, forever damaged princess locked in the tower?!”

She still glares at you, but you do not miss the way the corner of her eyes softens as tears pool in yours. Her dark eyes flicker to your temple, but your hair hides the damage.

“I lost more than just Kasey that day! I lost my freedom and my will to keep living. I don’t know what happened between you and Sarah, but I never pushed you away!”

She looks away as a tear rolls down your cheek. You reach up and wipe it away. 

“You were my best friend until you left me to rot in my cage.” You whisper, hand gripping the strap of your tote tightly. “You weren’t the only one to feel shut out. You never were.”

You leave without another glance, letting the door slam shut behind you as you head for your SUV. The hot North Carolina sun beams through the trees as the sky begins to deepen in hues to welcome the night. 

The day is going on longer than you have prepared yourself for. Your calves ache as you hustle to deliver the steaming plates of food to the waiting table on the deck before it can burn your arms and hands. 

“Here,” Kiara shuffles forward and gently takes the two on your forearm. “Why didn’t you use a tray?”

“None left, it’s a full house today,” you offer as you both deliver the food with bright smiles. The customers grin happily at the appetizing dishes. “Enjoy.”

You step away and head back inside. Kiara leading the way. 

“Can we talk?” She asks once you are behind the bar together.

Did she want to talk, or would it be another argument that could lead to you being potentially fired? The Carrera's would choose their daughter, and you were not exactly hard up for money, so you were the easier loss to take if they had to make a choice. You study her for a moment. 

“Fine.”

“We are taking fifteen!” She calls to her parents. You meet Mr. Carrera’s gaze to see if it is okay. 

“Go ahead.”

You remove your apron, take a quick sip of the ice water you have been drinking from all day, and follow Kiara outside to the parking lot. She sits on the curb, and you sit beside her.

The silence stretches out for a moment. Both of you tense and unmoving as the sounds of an OBX summer fill the space around you.

“About yesterday,” she mutters, picking up a decent sized gravel rock. 

“Forget it.”

She shakes her head, chunking the rock away. “No. You did not deserve my attitude.” You arch an eyebrow, surprise flooding you at her words. She shrugs. “We were best friends, and I let you down. You were grieving, and I took my hurt out on you.”

“Hurt?”

She frowns, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. “Your sixteenth birthday party.” When you do not respond, she sighs. “You didn’t invite me.”

Realization dawns, and you frown, looking away as the disappointment sets in. “Kie…” You want to hug her as she lets the mask slip and shows how the amount of hurt the lack of invitation caused her. “I am so sorry. Sarah and Top planned it. I did not even know until the night of the party. Ward and Rose had me on lockdown after the accident. Ward went crazy, and Rose did not argue with him.”

She nods. “I know. I heard a few things.”

You frown, picking up a stray stick and jamming it against a crack in the concrete. “Rafe is the only reason I came to that party. He promised Ward that he would keep me safe and at home.” You look up again to meet her gaze. “I would have invited you had I known. But the party was ruined pretty early into the night anyways. The cops came and broke up the party. Ward was furious for days after.”

“I know,” she offers again, leaning back on her palms. “I was blamed for it.”

“I heard about that.”

“Sarah and you did not stop the rumor and that hurt.”

“I know.”

She stares at the tops of her shoes. “Why not?”

“Sarah said it was you, and I believed her.” You shrug. “I should have asked and made sure. You were our friend, and she should have known better.”

She nods, clearing her throat. “I did call them.”

“Kiara!” You gasp, head snapping so you are looking at her. Your eyes are wide as you take in her smirk. 

She shrugs. “You should have invited me.”

“So you called the cops?!” 

She laughs, and you playfully shove her. 

“You aren’t supposed to laugh!”

She laughs harder, and you lean into her side, laughter bubbling up from your lips. She sighs, arm circling around you in a tight squeeze. 

“Friends?”

“Friends,” you agree. “We should get back before your parents try to murder us.”

“Yeah,” she gets to her feet and reaches to pull you up. You walk back inside. Bright smiles on your faces, and her parents seem relieved that the friendship has become patched up. 

(Chapter Three)

[kar1nsworldx]

Manchester City boys - social media AU (RD.,JS.,JG.) . info; another fic about the boys :) just shown thru social media-dose not inculde any OC-there will be M/M relationships as well polyamorus relationships implied or actually wrote in this fic so if you dont like that...well idk just dont hate . requested; nope - but if any of you have in request about ANY football player i will wrote them (even if i dont know/dont know much about the player(s) i will look it up and write it for you so send your requests my way! ;) ) . note; some NSFW will be in the story (nothing much but it will be in the story)! Also hope you all enjoyed this, will definetly be posting more soon 🫶 .

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johnstonesofficial; got a chance to hang out with these two lovleys ❤️‍🩹

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THIRD POINT OF VIEW;

"Happy birthday!" two voices yelled out as Ruben entered his their house. "What?" he asked with a confused face and with a smile. Looking around he saw that there was a shitty yet lovley looking DIY banner (that Jack and John obviously made it themselves) on the wall, a lop-sided cake on the table with a wine bottle next to it as well some paper plates and utencils.

Infront of him were Jack and John. The two had the biggest smile on their faces and both if them were holding a giftbag. Just as he was about to say something, Jack tackled him into a hug - almost sending him flying into the door. "Woah!" he exclaimed, holding the English man by his tighs as Jack lached onto him like a koala.

"Happy birthday.." he mumbled as he started to kiss Rubens neck, then his face, kissing him anywhere and everywhere. "Thank you, thank you." Ruben chuckled, kissing Jack on his lips. "Happy birthday." another voice said. Looking to his right, Ruben saw John walking towards them. He put his arms around Jacks and Rubens neck before he started to kiss Ruben as well, just like Jack, everywhere and anywhere.

"Thank you, thank you." Ruben said, kissing John on the lips as well.

The three stood there for a very long time kissing eachother hot and heavy, making out - one always watching the other make out, and just getting hot and bothered (iykwim). "Thank fuck all the blinds are down and that the windows are closed." Ruben muttured as he watched John sucking on Jacks neck, making the younger English man moan.

"Ah- John.." he said in a high pitched voice, breathing hevealy. "Let's take this upstairs, shall we?" John asked looking at his two partners. "Oh hell yeah, for sure." Ruben replied.

With that the three tried to get up the stairs as soon as possible. At one point they stopped on the stairs so Ruben can capture Jacks lips in a deep kiss. Pulling away, Ruben picked up Jack bridal style and the three were in Rubens their bedroom withing the minute. "Fuck you look hot." Ruben said as he threw Jack on the bed while looking down on him. "Don't ya agree Johnny?" he asked his partner.

"Oh yeah, he really dose. Look at him - all good and polite. He's just waiting for us to do something." "D'ya think he deserves a reward?" Ruben asked him. "I think he dose Rubes."

TIMESKIP...

"Oh fuck me.." Jack mumbled in a hoarse voice as he was laying on his back, panting alot. "We just did." John replied with a smug voice, looking down at him with so much love in his eyes. To that he just got a middle finger in responce. Ruben then entered the room again with a few washcloths. He sat on the bed, next to Jack and he slowly started to clean Jack. "Are you okay?" the Portugese man asked him. "Yeah, just tired.." was the responce he got.

John and Ruben continued to clean themselves and Jack with a washcloth before John got up to run a bath. "I hope your happy.." Jack muttured out, looking at Ruben with half opened eyes. "With you two I'm always happy Jack." he replied, kissing Jacks forehead. Just then John came back to the room. "The bath is ready." he informed the two.

Getting up, Rubem carefully picked up Jack again bridal style, and the three walked to the bathroom. Ruben gently placed Jack into the bath, and the English man sighed, consent.

Both John and Ruben also got into the bath with him, and the three helped eachother to wash eachother for the next few minutes.

After John and Ruben dressed themselves before helping Jack. Jack was tired and sore but so so happy. He was glad that Ruben and John were happy, and that was all that really mattered to him. "I'm kinda hungry." John said, as he threw the towel away into the hamper. "Well, the cake that we made for Rubes is still downstairs, as well as the wine too." Jack said, looking at John. "Lets see what you two made." Ruben said with a smile.

And with that the three men made their way downstairs. Ruben was once more carrying Jack bridal style and once they got downstairs, he gently placed the English man on the couch.

John and Ruben took the the cake, paper plates and cutlery as well ad the wine bottle and some wine glasses to the living room and they put all of the stuff on the living room table.

John cut the cake and served them some cake slices while Jack carefully poured the wine into the wine glasses. Ruben just sat next to them while he looked at his two lovers.

After everything was ready, Ruben finally tried the cake.

"And?" John asked impaciently, wanting an answer. "Its delcious." Ruben said.

Jack looked at him with a strange look before trying the cake himself. "Oh it is actually good." he lighted up before taking a few more bites. "I honestly tought you were lying." he added on.

"Well I dont lie Jacky." Ruben winked at him. With that, the three ate while bickering and laughing and just enjoying eachothers company.

After they finished eating, John turned on the TV and put on a random show.

The three got comfortable on the couch, before they started to actually pay attencion to the show.

Ruben was on his back while Jack layed on top of him. John was on Rubens right side, smushed inbetween Ruben and the couches back. He threw his right hand and leg over Jack and Ruben, trying to be as close as humanly possible next to the two. And just like that, the three fell asleep, constent and happy.

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rubendias; thanks for all the birthday wishes, had a blast last night - also @jackgrealish & @johnstonesofficial thanks for the amazing cake and for an awsome night ❤️‍🩹

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obafemi.5: Happy birthday brother! 🩵

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laporte: 🩵🥳

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mancity: Happy bday, to our Ruben! 🩵

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uxsxexr: boyfriends confirmed??? 👀👀

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userro: please thats adorable

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jackgrealish

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jackgrealish; @rubendias @johnstonesofficial ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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rubendias: my boys ❤️‍🩹

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userrro: OMFG THEIR TOGETHER, PLS I LOVE YOU THREE SO MUCH

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kevindebruyne: I see you took them to the place I recommended Grealo ^jackgrealish: I did and it was amazing, thanks Kev!

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uxsxexr: cuties

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johnstonesofficial added to their story

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