#Asper Yells

[hellonoblesky]

i love how slowly over the course of the story Kate becomes the more unhinged and rabid one while Beau is like. Becoming just some guy

#like he still poisons and kills people and whatevs #but he's like. his great asperation is to have a name. or something #and he gives his hoodie to Kate to keep her warm even tho it literlly goes against his nature #turtledove yells into the abyss #meanwhile kate is like 'well fuck guys the thing i let onto the campsite in order to kill this other Thing wants me to bring it the horse- #-that tried to get my brother to kill me that one time. and also the horse in question is fucking huge and kills people. anotr tuesday' #like girl at th ebeginning of this you were like 'ok so my campground is a little silly tbh lemme break down why I have these rules' #and now she's like 'I will fight god in three days or my brother will maul me with his own hands. also my neice got changelinged.' #while Beau is like 'I will teach you how to. use your knife. also we are bound btw. i would die for you. hate u tho'

[we-are-inevitable]

hollywood au + flowershop/tattoo artist au ? - asper

oh my fuck. oh my fuck

ty for the ask!! @loving-jack-kelly

***

“Charlie!”

A distant thud, and then: “What the fuck are you yelling for? It’s eight in the morning, oh my God.”

Jack only feels a little bit sorry for him. He should probably feel worse; today is Charlie’s only day off this week, having picked up an extra day at the floral shop he works at, but this— it’s important, truly. “Just— Just hurry up and get in here, man, this is— I— Holy fuck.”

“Oh, yeah, of course, make the disabled guy walk to you instead of come to him. Perfect logic there,” Charlie calls out, his voice getting closer and closer with each word, soon emerging from the small hallway in their shared apartment. “What are you freakin’ out over this time?” He says as he rests his cane against the arm of the couch, plopping down and swinging his bad leg across Jack’s lap.

Instead of replying, Jack just keeps staring down at his phone. Staring at the new notifications. Staring at something that has to be a dream. Right? Because, if this is real— if these notifications are actually there, if Charlie sees them too— then this is going to be fucking insane. This is going to completely change his career.

His hands shake, just barely, as he passes Charlie the phone. “Look. Those— Those ain’t fake. Right? Is that a- a parody account or somethin’?”

Charlie stares at the screen for a few moments, takes it in, and says: “Holy… fuck.”

Instagram: davidjacobs started following you.

You have one unread message from davidjacobs.

“I haven’t even looked at the message yet,” Jack says after a moment, eyes wide. “He, like— that’s him? Like, actually—?”

“His account has the blue check mark and everything,” Charlie says in a rushed voice, and Jack watches him scroll through the Instagram feed after clicking on the account. “This— Look, he just posted photos yesterday from a shoot with Prada. Fucking Prada, Jack, that’s— that’s huge! And this one, he’s on Vanity Fair, and—“

“Give me that,” Jack says, reaching over and ripping his phone out of Charlie’s hands. “Did you look at the—?”

“No, no, I didn’t,” Charlie cuts in, leaning closer to look over Jack’s shoulder. “Open it! Come on, don’t be chicken shit.”

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me think?”

“Will you shut the fuck up and let me see the DM?”

Jack groans, then clicks on the messages tab. There it is, right there: David Jacobs, requesting to DM him. Jack can’t exactly believe it. David Jacobs, the man who won an Oscar just over a week ago, has messaged him. David Jacobs, the hottest man alive, pop culture’s current golden boy, Jack’s biggest celebrity crush, has messaged him.

He takes a deep breath and opens the DM.

davidjacobs: Hi, Jack! I’m looking to get a tattoo soon, and a buddy of mine sent me your page. Your work is incredible, and your style is exactly what I am looking for. I’d love to book you for a session if you have anything available. I’ll be in Manhattan for a week starting on the 27th before heading back to LA; do you have any availability? If not, I’d love for you to shoot me a message when your bookings open up. Thanks. DJ xx

“Oh my God,” Charlie blurts out, putting a hand on Jac’s shoulder. “Oh my fucking God, David Jacobs wants you to tattoo him! Holy— Do you know what this means?!”

“I— I have to open shop on a Tuesday,” Jack says, almost in a dreamlike state. “I’m fully booked for the next, like, month, but I— I can open shop on a Tuesday, and have him come in, and we can- I don’t know, it would be worth it? He’d tip really fuckin’ well, and—“

“He’s willing to wait for you,” Charlie interrupts. “Holy shit. You’re tattooing an Oscar winner.”

“I’m tattooing an Oscar winner,” Jack repeats, nodding his head.

It slowly starts to sink in. David Jacobs, an Oscar winner, a twenty-three year old with 58.9 million Instagram followers, who’s face is on every ad in the country, Hollywood’s newest heartthrob, wants a tattoo from Jack Kelly. Jack Kelly, whose shop isn’t even that well known. He has about five thousand followers on his personal page, and even less on his shop’s page. He only employs two other artists- a guy named Finch and another named Spot- because he can’t afford a larger space for the shop, and he’s been trying so hard to grow their followings and promote his art, his dream, and now…

Jack takes one look at Charlie, and says, “I think I’m going to throw up.”

And an hour later, David Jacobs’ name is on his books.

#i didnt rlly know how to fit the flowershop thing HAH so charlie is a florist #charlie and jack are besties and roommates #davey is jack’s cause of gay panic #and i’m sure jack will cause davey’s gay panic as well #actually. maybe i want to finish writing this. hm. #this was so fun #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #crutchie #crutchie morris #newsies #livesies #ask a jac ! #newsies musical #javid #javey #jac writes #tattoo hollywood au

[the-annoying-juniper]

*he’s practically thrown out of the void, and Pastel can be heard yelling in the distance as the void spot closes behind him*

GO MAKE SOME FRIENDS, YOU DAMN HERMIT!

…Fuck.

@asper-with-detachable-wings

*He turns to look at Asper, still resting a hand on Pepper’s neck. The wolf is now staring at Asper, eyes narrowed.*

Oh hey, it’s you.

[writer59january13]

Saturday, September 23, 2023

Coincides with first day of fall

and Autumnal equinox for said year,

where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about thee August

Autumn Equinox 2023,

this seasonal polymath teached you

fall Equinox will be Saturday,

September 23, 2023, at 2:50 AM,

in Northern Hemisphere

Eastern Daylight Time,

which spoiler alert thy

learned wordsmith (courtesy Google),

when (Our Sun) Welles

(exemplary Citizen Kane)

crosses celestial equator

i.e. (imaginary line in sheltering sky wherein pantheon of mankind Bowles above Earth's Equator

from north to south),

a barley detectable

quiet rye hit (cum on feel the noise) moment occurs.

Eyesore fissured gash – wide,

stripping crust of planet vied

where survival of fittest futilely tried to the max, viz (courtesy

badass beastie boys of Homo sapiens)

exploited, offended, and violated beholden hidebound sacred

contractually fragile important obligations

arranged marriage wedded

civilization and its discontents to Mother Earth, (more like shotgun wedding)

alarming, blaring, and clanging

sounding Doomsday Clock,

where ambivalence unheeded

trebling cleft noteworthy wound, where hide rubbed raw each betrothed nsync, didst guide

generic hominids shrugging indifference

resembling Atlas sized fountain head

scathing tragic misguided

exploitative testament writ large,

where precious resources exploited

Homo sapiens railroading, snubbing, and thumbing nose

despite flora and fauna espied

comprising onced vibrant edenic biosphere

(figuratively) asper dead

serious portentous desperate

global abuse decried

as feeble effort ignoring

inevitable demise doth decide

dismissively prophesying mocking (burdensome), whence creator cried

resplendent raiment

adorned playfully chide,

sans whirled, wide webbed biota

adorn terra firmae analogous,

quadrants expectant wedded bride

named Gaia, when (dark and Stormy Dan yells) Armageddon legatee - time ran

out for Homo sapiens meaning...

salvation to late for human fate i.e. as does wrecking,

(falling on deaf ears) plea as Mother Nature dost allied;

this observer awestruck,

knitted brows, cuz field day, sans

grim reaper will

glory in field day whar crisscrossed lovely bones

numb skulls pay fealty.

Festive gatherings of apple cider and pumpkin pie,

a distinct golden jacketed

matted palette well nigh

paints arboreal swath, sans

quiet riot of brilliant

color, that doth belie rampant terrestrial, unreal,

and venal degradation aye

temporarily turning a (third)

blind eye apathetically, blithely,

and conveniently shunting aside

empyrean découpage citadel

betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival

two oh fifty ante meridian

chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature,

one humble human doth

bid summer and his squandered life adieu courtesy handy dandy blue's clue flora and fauna begin

to prepare for hibernation.

Onset of harvest time witnesses

courtesy sweat of one's brow he/she doth reap (and feeling invigorated) what they did sow.

Common type of implements utilized when gathering in of crops include small sickle, big sickle,

darat, gandasa and small axe et cetera.

The hand sickle is used to harvest crops

like wheat, maize, barley, pulses and grass etc.

Big sickle (Darat) used

to harvest fodder from trees

silent whoosh of sickle

signals harvest hew and/or raking leaves, which I eschew.

Already crisp cool mornings

sun kissed mine cheek

refreshing air wafts thru longish hair

trademark characteristic property

aging pencil neck geek

attends brief bathroom charge coffee

exotic brew jolted kidneys leak

urine not kidding water closet doth reek.

Especially third season upon us mortals

Montgomery county, Pennsylvania

said geographic real estate sloughs

(i.e. sheds) summer dog days

necessitating shuddered windows

disallowing natural aeration

to circulate thru unit B44 cozy one bedroom apartment.

I will stave off clicking on the heat,

as long as possible, yet invariably come first frost

yours truly will renege

and surrender creature comfort,

albeit climate controlled temptation

similar when global warming

quite evident predicated upon

Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction.

Though ecology minded quick acclimation to unseasonable

hot or cold temperatures

finds me adjusting thermostat dial

mainly to thwart palmar hyperhidrosis

regarding turning on air conditioning

during sweltering triple digit

(Fahrenheit) thermometer readings,

versus absent sweaty hands courtesy old man winter arctic blast.

Ah... remembrance of wood burning

stove late papa lit,

to dispense chill pervading childhood home

324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm"

within national (local registry)

when Leiper family initially occupied estate

at that time (think early twentieth century)

merely intended as summer getaway.

This time of year finds me

to reminisce and wax poetic

nostalgia more pronounced,

particularly as aspiring wordsmith

orbitz the sun seemingly

with greater rapidity

twelve months cycling at light speed

ruminating, punctuating equilibrium,

and narrating mortality

accentuated when flora and fauna

exhibit metaphorical raiment

presaging Mother Nature's fall fashion show

linkedin with approaching senescence

prompting generic garden variety Homo sapien

to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid.

Gentrification impossible mission thus thy lovely bones will subsequently

become repurposed into ashes sprinkled hither and yon to and fro across elysium fields

of happy hunting grounds.

[loving-jack-kelly]

something something newsies was sanitized for the stage and turned into a musical about the young vs the old rather than the poor vs the rich to make it more palatable to the theatre-going masses and also something something the rougher vocals of 92sies actually make it better than it would be if everyone could sing like a broadway start bc there’s something poetic about each voice sounding ordinary and kind of bad on its own but joining together into a beautiful and strong chorus

#Asper Yells #txt #92sies #another reminder that 92sies is in fact superior <3 #newsies

[writer59january13]

I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant (named Thomas the pachyderm) stomping to break loose courtesy tether, where antibodies of mine struggle to band together loosely analogous to voters standing in a queue waiting to cast their vote (while Georgia on my mind wafts thru wireless earbuds) tickling the fanciful notion Raphael Warnock leads runoff by barb of a feather. Unseen discombobulated

enemy Republican forces invades my body, I feel aware when a platoon of green berets airborne, and enfilading immune system viz knock and sock kin me with seer sucker punches mightier than a wallop from an indomitable haversack carrying giant bully bear, whereby ogre freighted hallucinatory fiendish dreams pop up dunk kin; the ordinarily outlook clear via this earthlinked, googly eyed live prodigy also smart ass derriere (ha – at least sense of humor still intact), when rest tis only respite against e’er gang num of good n plenti supreme warriors decimating ordinary robust healthy dreams with Machiavellian bravado – commando egg flu Jung (challenges fear of flying) smacking gluteus maximus with dagnabbit hemorrhoid flare, which intrepid invisible microscopic, opportunistic, parasitic, and sadistic organisms, either attack as one cingular rich hardened gear entity or congregate as best buy capital one egghead aggregate groupon heir worsening sync king prayer feigning, manipulating and scheming to be the magnificent seven donning follicles slicked back in imitation of a greaser coiffed swept back blond hair, where if one could zoom in and magnify manifold melee evincing hammered sterling rods bamboozling schlepping schlemiel scalp with molecular size trumpeting atomic bombs leveling thee MineCraft concentration with piercing arrow marks to the don then Ask Jeeves enthroned as one linkedin BuzzFeed ding human Bing as if this hotmail happened tubby some fancy feast, where gimlet eyed did cling asper with super acting non-glue tin, NOR NON GMO guaranteeing LifeLock on par with Pinterest ting hand crafted golden earring, these invaders re: Avast itsy bitsy potpourri foreigners without any remorse to fling helter skelter their infectious uber twittering, snapchatting, and Ringling Brother Barnum, Banks, Bailey and Bittle inherited deadly killjoy Bluetooth to quell as defensive IdentityGuard from their mothers excellent skill casting a spell binding gilt free progressively deteriorating conditions where the William Tell Overture played doh ver, and over incessantly within – any let up waking up in cold sweat per unwelcome viz zit by archers in dark hoodies wielding crossbow whereat slings and arrows well aimed at the apple of me heart, thus ratcheting up a notch this feeling feathery tarred, and essentially un well, where microbial infrastructure bound me with fluted strep throat, thus disallowing me to issue rebel yell.

[loving-jack-kelly]

Neal Caffrey is bi in the “why would i keep anybody from having a piece of this” way. Peter Burke is bi in the “who hasn’t had gay thoughts” way. thank you.

#Asper Yells #txt #white collar #neal caffrey #peter burke #el is bi in the 'and what about it' way like she'll be like my ex girlfriend in casual conversation

[loving-jack-kelly]

Brennan Lee Mulligan: *crafts a beautiful narrative that truly allows all of the players to shine in ways that create genuinely incredible stories and emotion*

Also Brennan Lee Mulligan: Here you all are, mourning the loss of your sister, daughter, friend, and in the background there is a gumdrop loudly counting his jellybeans

#Asper Yells #txt #laughing crying both all the time with brennan smh #dimension 20 #a crown of candy #acoc #dim20 #d20 #brennan lee mulligan

[loving-jack-kelly]

Coaches Hall and Murray deciding who to recruit for the class of 2017: I think it's time to stop letting straights play hockey

#Asper Yells #cht #check please #it's unbelievable that ngozi just did go #lmao yeah ollie and wicky are married

[loving-jack-kelly]

AJR just constantly says "We're gonna write a song so specific it feels like it was torn directly from your own consciousness and pair it with a music video so fitting it feels like you’ve dreamt it yourself” and we just. let them.

#Asper Yells #txt #ajr #my play video just dropped......oof

[loving-jack-kelly]

I love the genre of sci-fi that’s like hey you know spaceships? what about space ships. like pirate ships. sails and everything. but in space. love it. what’s an atmosphere? what’s oxygen? doesn’t matter. you’re here for sci-fi not space realism. shut up. sailing ships in space. you gotta love em. and i’m like yeah i sure do.

#Asper Yells #txt #like treasure planet

[loving-jack-kelly]

i like. okay. i totally GET why people draw annabeth chase with a yankees cap on. like. i get it. it’s pretty iconic. and i KNOW she could have a totally normal yankees cap that she wears like a normal person i know that and i get it. but every time i see fanart of her wearing a yankees cap im like. the cap turns her invisible that’s the point why can i see  her if she’s wearing the cap

#Asper Yells #txt #annabeth chase #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians

[loving-jack-kelly]

Newsies, in one line, is “say to the others who did not follow through, you’re still our brothers, and we will fight for you.” If the spirit of that line is lost, it isn’t newsies anymore.

#Asper Yells #txt #newsies #newsies is all about found family #loving and caring and fighting for the the people who can't #never giving up on the people you love #you cannot have newsies without the found family you simply cannot #in fics or productions or headcanons none of it #none of it is newsies if somebody lost and alone and running #doesn't find a family

[loving-jack-kelly]

When a building collapses in on itself, it sends waves of thunderous, crashing noise out so far around it that the entire city stands still.

When Midland Circle had crashed down around him, he hadn’t been awake for the response. He’d found a few articles since then, but he had a feeling that the clinical detachment of a journalist, or the spiraling conspiracy theories, didn’t really capture how the average person had been feeling after a skyscraper fell to pieces in the midst of a bomb scare with a massive police response.

My gift for the @daredevilexchange 2021 for @soulfireinc! Sorry I’m a little late posting, I decided I hated everything I had done like. A week ago and started over lmao but I’m happy with how this ended up! I hope you like it! Thank you for such fun prompts, I had such a good time with them! The one I ended up using was “Trapped in rubble/buried after an explosion.”

#Asper Yells #lnk #daredevil exchange #matt murdock #jessica jones #i wrote this #darejones #but only if u squint

[loving-jack-kelly]

Underappreciated PJO moment: when Percy, Grover, and Thalia know all kinds of random trivia about the Hoover Dam and they recite it because they miss Annabeth and because they all listen to her, actively listen enough to absorb all the information, revealing they don’t tune Annabeth out when she rambles about her special interests and it’s really sweet and a little bit sad because they know she’d be telling them even more if she were there but she isn’t so they do it for her.

#Asper Yells #txt #percy jackson #pjo #titan's curse #rick riordan #annabeth chase #thalia grace #grover underwood #percy jackson and the olympians

[loving-jack-kelly]

for some reason the fact that Lin-Manuel Miranda, an incredibly accomplished playwright and composer, a man who is one letter away from a PEGOT, is friends with the chaos comedy lords of the internet who are best known for their goofy podcasts, and has written songs for them and appeared on their TV show and opened liveshows for them will never, ever cease to Kill Me every time I think abt it. this man wrote arguably, barely even arguably who has something different to say, the most impactful musical of the 2010s. he writes music for Disney. he has at least one of each a Pulitzer Prize, Emmy, Grammy, and Tony, multiples of half of those. He was nominated for an Oscar. and he’s casual friends with the McElroy brothers, who do silly podcasts and tell silly jokes. Lin Manuel Miranda wrote the song Shrimp Heaven Now, which lives in my heart, always one word away from being stuck in my head. he referenced the McElroy brothers in Hamilton, his magnum opus and The most influential musical of the 2010s. why do more people not find this as hysterical as it is? it’s incredible

#Asper Yells #txt #lin manuel miranda #mcelroys #mbmbam