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kissing a boys neck from behind. hands on his waist. pulling his ass against you. listening to his breathing get louder as you slide a hand up his shirt and a hand down his pants

#don't look at me #bj said very quietly he wants to do this to someone #being on the receiving end is ok #sometimes it can even be nice. mostly it's uncomfortable tho w/o the right person. #but listening to the way someone else's breath changes from touching them? #nice nice nice #[nsfw placeholder]; #usft #[desires placeholder];

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#fjdkfjdk bj showing up randomly in red riding like: 🧍 #i joke but its true. this kid shows up and you know something horrible is either about to happen or be revealed #i'm a space invader [bjisms]; #[crack placeholder];

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-Rumi

#ack my heart #from gutters and stars [aesthetic]; #i'm a space invader [bjisms];

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Steve D’Auria Playgirl Centerfold - 1978

#[nsfw placeholder]; #usfw #idk what is best to tag nowadays so people can blacklist but it wont attract bots #anyway bj is very gay and looking appreciatively. #[attractions placeholder];

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Late-night talk on a balcony with the stars and moon

#[desires placeholder];

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Post-Canon BJ Dream Living Space List if he cannot have his little house with a little garden and little cat flap and little perch for birds:

A kettle, obviously.

A small house plant or two to sit at the kitchen or bedroom window.

Fairy lights. Loooots of fairy lights or something soft to have on at night while he sleeps (nightlights cast too many shadows). Something something... "In the dark, BJ gets confused."

A turntable. He misses his red Dansette.

A plush bed with a thick duvet and plenty of throw pillows. Make it colorful. Replacement posters of his favorite bands and celebrities. He misses those too.

A few big bins to keep his clothes, skincare products, and makeup. Or even better a closet.

A bath and shower. He'd be happy with just a shower but nothing beats a long day than getting home and sinking up to your chin in a hot bath. He'd like to stay there until he's pruny.

A little nook to keep books and magazines. He isn't much of a reader, more of a peruser than anything, but he tells me he'd like to become a reader. Maybe a nook would encourage it.

BJ didn't say this specifically but I think he'd really like stuffed animals. Something soft to cuddle when he wants a little comfort.

Someone to share it with. He wants his independence, but he doesn't want to always be alone.

#played sims a little and am thinking thoughts about what he wants #maybe one day i'll build his little dream townhouse or cottage. #out of fairy tales [ooc]; #side note... its interesting how many muses i have who dislike the dark. #nathan is fine in the dark as long as it isnt black (give him a cracked door with a little light or a streetlamp through blinds) #but he does prefer Something. #klaus is more like bj. needs lights to comfort and keep away the scary things.

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Instagram.com/cecejewelleryofficial

#[likes placeholder]; #he'd wear these definitely #[wardrobe placeholder];

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❝do you know where they are now?❞

❝gone.❞ 

                 gone.

such a   gentle   word

why not say slaughtered?

#she were loved [clare strachan];

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Are you more scared Dom might actually love you or that he's just using you like everyone else and he'll leave too?

send anons about the people in bj's life || always accepting, i love it

"Mm. Not scared," BJ said, mumbled around the edge of his thumb. He had been fidgeting with an annoying hangnail all afternoon and it was beginning to grow sore. His brow pinched as if in concentration—troubled. "It's all physical, my work. You don't get emotions involved. Men don't hire us because they want a romantic relationship. They hire us because they're lonely, or closeted. Some just hate their wives or want to feel powerful. It's just business."

So... No. Not scared. Not expectant. Maybe a younger BJ might have entertained the idea more seriously, but that BJ had been too vulnerable with his heart. He'd trusted a little too much and tried too hard see things that weren't there. Foolish. And reaching. Reaching and reaching and reaching for hands that never truly reached back.

BJ could be bitter, he supposed. But what was the point of being bitter over a fact of your life? Some people were meant to hold hands and kiss under the moonlight with promises of forever. People like BJ needed to be content with the transactional and transient.

Dom would leave. He would find another to warm his bed, or maybe he would simply move on. Find a lover, a job that would carry him into another city, or maybe just go because he wanted a change of scenery. But in the meantime, BJ would enjoy his kindness and his company for as long as it lasted.

A little blood leaked around BJ's nail. He winced.

(still. scared or not, brave or not, sometimes it stung. sometimes he wished... oh.)

"Everyone's using every-one in this world." Finger pressed against his lips. Copper on his tongue. "It's human nature."

#no names [anonymous]; #domanon

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That flatmate of yours isn't right in the head.

send anons about the people in bj's life || always accepting, i love it

Ah, Christ. Here we go. Another judgemental idiot who loved the sound of their voice so much that they just had to voice every little opinion that happened to rattle around in their thick skull. BJ wondered what it must be like to lack such self-awareness.

"Maybe not, but neither am I," he said with a click of his tongue. "I would rather be in the company of a whole madhouse of people like Campbell Bain than with a single sane asshole."

The delivery was calm yet clipped. Barry James Anderson was not looking for a fight but he would make himself very clear: Don't insult his friend.

#no names [anonymous]; #heretoboogie

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A quick swan for a family member’s birthday.

#ooohhhh #from gutters and stars [aesthetic];

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Fortitude (2017) - 2x09

#the one who got away [post-canon verse]; #they call me bj [self];

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hohum hohum. it's been a very nice day but i am extremely sleepy. i think i'm going to hunker down in a blanket burrito and try to write on mobile. let me know if you want me to focus on you!

or feel free to send more asks about people bj knows or whatever you like. i'm enjoying the antagonistic ones especially! ehehe

#i love giving bj excuses to be mad or annoyed. #he postures a lot but that isn't the same as genuinely angry or upset. i enjoy when he can be a little bigger with his emotions. #out of fairy tales [ooc];

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When he thinks you're lighting candles to be sweet and romantic but you are actually about to sacrifice him

#gjdkdjgoskfks ASTER #I cackled #the darker antifreeze au. we can call it the cyanide au. fjsmfndk #[crack placeholder]; #like two drums in the grey [antifreeze verse];

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that last reblog has me thinking a bit about bj and laws. i think there could really be some psychologically and emotionally interesting conversations between them after clare dies and bj has no choice but to take shelter with him (novel canon; this is not something made explicit in the films, but i think you could argue it's implied in 1980).

something about the way bj varies wildly between loving, fearing, and hating laws, and simultaneously views him as something holy ("my black angel") and something demonic and scary (hallucinating him as, specifically, a fallen angel, or calling him "the wolf"). there's??? a sort of. worshipful quality in how bj sees him, caught somewhere between seeing him as a legitimate option for salvation spiritually and physically, and complete rage and bone-deep hatred. i feel like laws could ask bj if he ever thinks about killing him, and they could discuss the topic calmly, both knowing that the fantasy of killing him would just be that: a fantasy. they're both extremely aware of the pecking order between them, and that violence is not really in bj's blood.

i very badly want to know what their dynamic was like after bj left him originally. bc it's pretty clearly not so cut and dry as "they hate each other".

#hummming about bj not being a killer. humming about him only ever lashing out in defense. #humming about the only time he actively tries to hurt someone it's with the intent to kill and it's bc he feels it's necessary. #huuuummmmmming about how film!bj cannot do it even then. i'm never really sure if i like that change or not. #i suppose bj doesn't need to kill laws for me to be satisfied. but that kill absolutely should not have gone to jobson. #ANYWAY i'm going in circles. #out of fairy tales [ooc]; #i think i could be interested in writing with a laws specifically to explore how they behave toward one another between 1974 and 19whatever #when bj was admitted to the hospital. but i. also understand why no one would want to write laws. that is extremely valid. #but there *is* something to chew into there. a weird sort of antagonistic friendship. working together out of situational necessity.

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#i'm putting this here bc i feel like this could be a conversation between bj and laws #but i meed to remember to reblog it to patrick bc this is *unquestionably* him and red john #[thoughts placeholder]; #the wolf [martin laws];

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Snug. ☺️ From April's Kittens, written and illustrated by Clare Turlay Newberry. 1940. Source.

#real photo of bj tbqh #[likes placeholder];