#joscar

[potato-lord-but-not]

ARTHUR LESTER AND HIS THREE BOYFRIENDS DOODLES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ okeay weell… half of them are just John and Oscar but w h a t ever

[weremadeofbadcode]

Malevolent fandom.

Hear me out.

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

But it's John and Oscar.

[strangerhawke]

I finally finished my Joscar fic!!!! it’s taken like. two months. to finish. but hey. we got there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57076831

[dianemillers]

just realized ABC has this livestream going on of older GH episodes (rn it's in 2019) so if you want to relive dawn of day and joscar for some reason... here

[masonicavant-gardemusic]

Scythe (Chamber Version) is now available for streaming! All the current Chamber of Reflection pieces are available now! You can watch the video for “Chamber” here: Chamber - Joscar Poerschke https://youtu.be/nXpivdjAHf8 Enjoy! #joscarpoerschke #masonic #masonry #freemason #freemasonry #freemasons #skull #chamberofreflection #music #piano #spotify #applemusic www.masonicavantgarde.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CkZDJYNu4it/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mayhem24-7forever]

the link I got for Finally Dawn doesn’t have English subtitles for the Italian dialogue so I can’t understand it 😭 rip Joe Keery’s chance at double Joscar nominations and my chance of watching the sexy movie

[444names]

swedish forenames BUT excluding "n"

Adria Adrid Agabri Agabrie Aleia Alfra Alfreta Alfretage Alicolla Alilda Alisak Alisam Allivisa Almaja Almajker Almar Almax Almaxelle Almelvid Almer Altel Alter Altor Alvalfra Alvarl Alvarry Alvia Alvid Alvik Amarl Amelie Ameliot Amellykke Ampus Ampust Ampustria Arlie Arlippa Asmilda Asmio Asper Asperi Asteo Astildard Astris Augot Augus Auguste Axelvils Axelvira Belixte Bellippa Belma Carastria Carie Carry Casmio Casmuel Casmuelie Casperid Casteo Celicia Celke Celmar Chamuel Coleo Colia Coliasmus Colis Coria Darie Ebasper Ebbas Ebbasmio Ebbasmus Ebbasper Ebbel Ebbelvig Eddithed Editheo Edvia Edvid Edvis Edwar Edwara Elielis Elilippa Eliot Elippa Elisam Eliselice Elissam Elive Elivigge Elivildav Ellar Ellea Elleia Elleo Ellia Ellias Ellicel Ellicelia Ellicia Ellicolia Elliloui Elliv Ellykke Elmalte Elmar Elmarid Elmarry Elmarvid Elmelliam Elsak Elsamus Elteo Eltora Elvig Elvik Elvildar Elvisef Emeja Emelto Emilda Emilias Emilis Emilly Emilma Emilmath Emilsara Emiot Emira Emiria Emmajkera Emmath Emmax Emmaxelle Erasteo Eriamilgo Felia Felie Felis Feliva Felle Felmajke Felvid Fiaste Filda Filgo Filla Fille Filma Fredie Freta Fretage Fretav Gabelia Gabelleo Greddie Greja Gretage Gusta Guste Gustia Haleah Hally Halte Halvalma Harid Harlie Harlisa Heddie Helleo Hilheo Hiliv Hilivisa Hillia Hillisa Hilly Hilmeliva Hilova Hilsak Hilte Hiltor Hjamilip Hjasper Hugottora Hugus Huguste Irikto Iriktor Isaga Isagabels Isage Isalm Isalmer Isampus Ivalte Ivida Ivigge Jacor Jalex Jalla Jasper Joelia Joelleah Joelly Joelva Johalisa Johalvid Joham Johara Joharid Joharida Jolie Jolis Jolla Jollia Joscar Joselly Joselvid Juliam Julice Julie Julilleo Juliot Julisa Julisak Kevis Klarry Leodor Leodoras Liamiot Licia Liciampus Licob Licole Lielmer Liotter Lippa Lisabria Lisam Livalex Liver Liveri Livicias Livid Lovale Lovalia Lovalm Lovar Loveah Lover Loverid Loverida Loveridav Lovia Lovigge Lucar Lucara Lucaste Ludvid Ludvigge Ludvilgot Ludviloui Ludvis Ludvisak Lykker Majacob Majacolie Majke Majkera Malto Marry Mathed Mathel Matia Matilm Matils Matter Mattor Maxel Maxelle Maxels Maximil Maximilie Maximiria Maximolia Medda Medvicia Mejaliv Mejamusta Mejast Melia Melicob Melippa Melle Melva Melvisa Milda Mildam Mildar Milhea Milia Miliamed Milippa Milivilda Mille Milli Milliva Milly Milmeria Milto Miotto Mirida Mohalter Moham Moharry Molia Moliot Molla Molle Märtage Märtav Oleodor Oliamelle Olicia Olicolla Oliella Olisa Ollar Olleo Ollia Ollie Oscara Oscarry Oscasmira Oscasmus Oscaste Osebas Osebbas Osebbelip Ottelia Rasmilgo Sabelmar Sabria Sabrie Salfreta Salmatter Salte Saltora Samax Samuelis Sariam Sebba Sella Siggo Siggot Siggottor Sigreja Sigri Simil Similm Simio Simoah Simolivar Simoliver Sirasmio Sirid Sixte Sixtel Sixteo Sofil Sofilda Sofilheo Sofilisar Sofilm Sofilmar Sofilovik Stellex Stilix Stria Svaleia Svalix Svalte Svalto Thalmer Thama Thamuelio Thara Thard Thari Theah Thedvis Thelix Thellex Tildamel Tilder Tilgo Tilia Tilla Tillia Tillisa Tilma Tilsa Tuvalmed Valie Valma Valvalia Verid Verida Vicia Vicori Vigge Vigrid Vildam Villisara Villiv Vilmalte Viria Viriam Virias Viris Visak Visalfra Wilda Wildav Wilde Wilder Wilia Wilie Wiliot Wilisarl Wilivikto Wille Williver Wilmar Wilmelix Wiloui Wilovalie Wilsa Wilte Wilteri

[glitterbunnysparkle]

I've Arrived.

I'm here. We are here. Joscar is here. Please welcome the cast and crew behind the youtube channel GlitterBunnySparkle to Tumblr. We look forward to getting to know you all. ~Crow

[strangerhawke]

A monsterfucker Joscar fic, you say...?

👀

yes indeedy!!!!! you can find it here

i also did some art for it while writing it (if you think oscars arm looks vaguely dick like, i promise it was unintentional)

[scorpiobox]

JANE AND OSCAR.

[dangerousanchorfury]

Jane e Oscar blindspot ❤️

[birdsaesthetic]

The Bird in the Tree

Note: It’s time to reveal what these two tattoos mean (my own theory). 1x17 tag.

Jane was shrugging into her jacket, her back to him, when she heard him from across the table murmuringly ask, “Have you had dinner?” 

She turned to face him then. 

“Or not yet?” His face seemed to hold the softest of expressions as he began taking the steps toward her, to which she blinked, once, twice, then shook her head. “No, not yet.”

“What would you like to have, then?” he offered, getting closer, and she shrugged, made an unsure face. “Anything. I don’t mind. Really.”

“Okay,” Oscar said. “You stay here, and I���ll be right back.” He gave her his back and, hastening, he reached the door then disappeared. 

There was only her afterward, accompanied with white noise, waiting as asked, both arms on her sides. And when she checked the time on her cell phone, it was getting later. But she awaited him anyway, killing the time by repetitively touching the core of her new necklace—doing so was already becoming a habit.

He was back in around fifteen minutes, with two plastic bags which held take-out food that smelled so damn good. Stimulating, even. Jane, dragging her feet toward him and the food he brought in, was smiling now, the way one corner of her mouth tilted up whenever she felt affection for something, or someone.

“What’s all that?” she blurted.

“Something I thought you would like,” he replied, as he quickly grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, revealing some sweetened chicken wings; then another two boxes, noodles with some orange sauce; then the last box, mixed boiled vegetables. The two of them were enveloped in a bubble of this spicy, delicious smell as they settled down on the same table they’d been on some time earlier, and began eating. 

“Something I thought you would like,” he replied, as he quickly grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, revealing some sweetened chicken wings; then another two boxes, noodles with some orange sauce; then the last box, mixed boiled vegetables. The two of them were enveloped in a bubble of this spicy, delicious smell as they settled down on the same table they’d been on some time earlier, and began eating. 

“Mmm. This is amazing,” Jane commented, her mouth full of food yet to be chewed. But she was genuinely impressed by this food, though it wasn’t her first time eating Chinese. Oscar looked up from his own take-out box only to say, “It's yakisoba... your favorite.” And then, he noticed her pause, seemingly struggling to swallow the chunk in her mouth. 

“Something wrong?”

She managed to swallow it down, finally. “It's just that, um...,” she tried to explain, “you know more about me than I do.” 

He’d been already looking at her, but by now his look turned into a stare, and she stared right back. “What was I like before all of this?” she asked, deep down hoping that he wouldn’t mentally recoil, because she knew  how much he hated those endless questions of hers. But then he was calm, and she couldn’t believe it when she caught a quick snippet of his chuckle at her question. 

“You were compassionate,” he answered, his lips smiling, his eyes smiling, at which she felt such a great sensation rising in her chest. He continued: “Loyal, patient. So damn stubborn.”

She had to frown for a moment, at the last one. “I'm not that stubborn!” 

“Yeah, said every stubborn person ever,” he retorted, and then again, she saw him chuckle for the second time tonight, to which she couldn’t help but grin herself, and ask some more; she didn’t want to break the momentum they built together so far. “You. What were you like?” 

It was then when he hesitated, outwardly, his teeth scraping over his lower lip, as though the answer would never come—even his hesitation spoke volumes, and so she effortlessly sensed it. “If it makes you uncomfortable, Oscar, then…” The last thing she wanted was to press him into doing anything. Not now. Not like this. 

His name, as she said it, made his heart skip a beat. Oh God, it sounded so welcoming coming from her mouth he almost kissed her on the lips for it.

“No. Not at all,” he mumbled. 

“Okay...” 

Although she still wanted to ask things, say things, she held it back, as challenging as it’d always been, to see him within hand reach, a treasure of information about her and whatever life she had before, and only being able to do a little about it.

They picked through their take-out boxes again, and after a minute, or maybe two, at the sight of that exposed giant tree tattoo in his inner arm, she couldn’t hold it back—it seemed her only chance! “Your tattoo…”

“Yeah?”

“Why a giant tree, though?” she continued, the look in her face amused. 

He shrugged, thoughtful. “It’s… steady, giant, and it can be a home, for birds, for example!”

Jane nodded, then gestured her hand at herself. “Feel free to ask me about any of my tattoos, though I won’t be able to tell you what they mean. There’s so many of them, none of which means anything to me!” She attempted levity, one Oscar didn’t smile at, to which she’d been wishing that he’d, wishing that he’d  laugh, even, and she’d hear the sound of his laughter, for once. But instead he sighed then said, “Well, actually… Yes, I know that there’s one meant something to you.”

Her eyes flew to his. “Which one?” And he could tell that she knew no patience when she inched somewhat toward him. 

“The bird tattoo… You actually wanted that tattoo by choice.”

“I wanted that!” she echoed. 

“You did.”

“Does that mean that… that it has nothing to do with the cases?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it has nothing to do with them. The tattoo is yours.” Ours, he wanted to say. 

“What did it mean to me, then?” she asked, her eyes wide, unwavering, and he sniffed, bit his lips, and looked away. How would he sound like, if he told her that it meant she’d wanted a piece of him, to remain with her forever; that she hadn’t wanted to forget him, even when she was supposed to forget everything she knew, or felt; that she’d been hoping she’d remember him once she saw it, or touched it? How would he sound like, look like, if he told her all that? 

And despite himself, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what she would do or say when she knew—but she wasn’t meant to know this in the first place. God.

“You wanted to, at least, have something of your own, before you left, ” he said, after some time. And it was true, generally speaking. 

She put down the box of food between them,  feeling her insides twist with guilt as she sat there beside him, completely silent. By now she’d figured it out: that memory, that sketch he was working on, that sad look on his face, that engagement ring she passed to him, the dark atmosphere, and the ‘it can be a home, for birds, for example!’ he’d said. It was all because he designed it, the bird tattoo she now had on her neck, to be there forever. It’d been basically his. But then she’d wanted to make it hers. That, eventually, would make it theirs. It sounded so tragic, all that he had to go through because of her, and yet it was only fragments that she remembered so far but not the whole picture. 

“You okay?” He cut through her thought, and she could do nothing but nod to that. Then, he too put down his food, pulled a phone out of his pocket and scrolled down, up, down, then hit play to a sweet song. 

“What’s that?” Jane frowned, but Oscar smiled at her face, helped her get on her feet, wrapped an arm around her middle and began swaying, slow, taking her along with him, as the song played out around them for what seemed like a whole night. 

Note: I mean, please tell me that my theory makes sense: Oscar had the tree tattoo from a long time ago; Rime, on the other hand, had only the navy seal tattoo back then? Before she left, though, she’d wanted a piece of him, something concrete, since she knew she was about to be dropped off at Time Square with nothing—literally nothing. So, she thought that she would throw the bird tattoo of Oscar design among the tattoos—there was really no risk in doing so anyway—though she had to make it special, hence why it’s on her neck, always exposed, a little separate from all the other tattoos. And it showed, that the bird tattoo had never related to any case! Because it’s personal. It’s hers. His. Theirs. 

[willtruman-3]

otp: terrorists but they are super soft only with each other

[my-own-thoughts]

we’ve never met

yet i dreamed about you last night

and didn’t mention it to my therapist

(it felt too intimate)

the way your hands were holding me

(just the way i needed)

we’re going to meet soon

i know it’s written for us

but can you find me

or should i start posting flyers on the streets

[adamsvanrhijn]

soooo hyped for joscar lake fic omg. are they in a lake on purpose? has uni-era oscar faked drowning just so the sexy buff guy on the harvard rowing team will rescue him? is john trying to stop post-s2 destitute oscar from stealing the pennies people have thrown at the wishing fountain? were they canoodling on one of those swan shaped pedalos and fell in? there are so many options

there ARE so many options.... maybe i will take inspiration from you for something else!! the working title is beach episode but it's a lake beach 👍🏻 they are in the lake on purpose but the sex in question is semi accidental because they are both stupid and horny and closer to 20 than 25 💖

[indelibleevidence]

It was driving me nuts trying to figure out where Remi was calling Kurt from at the end of 4x07, but I think I’ve figured it out.

During the course of Remi’s season 4 arc, not only do we see Remi meeting Dolan and Violet at the transmissions tower (where she and Oscar presumably decided Oscar should meet Jane)...but Remi also calls Kurt from the place where we see her sparring with Oscar in a flashback (the same place Oscar takes Jane to listen to jazz music).

The fact that Remi misses Oscar is never really hinted at in the season 4 dialogue, except when she tells hallucination!Roman that she wants revenge for his death. But this is so sad, if you think about it. :(