#On the Road Just the Two of Us

[naminethewriter]

On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Two: A Game for Just the Two of Us

Masterpost | First | Next | Ao3

Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Innuendos, Food, Gross Food Combinations

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“Remus, keep your eyes on the road.”

“There’s no other car in sight though!”

“Right, and that can’t change any second. Or you drive off the road and we get stuck in the mud,” Janus scoffed.

Remus whined, “But I’m bored!”

“Then stop and I’ll drive.”

“No! You drove most of yesterday, you need rest!”

“Then stop complaining.”

Remus grumbled but kept quiet. Instead, he started shifting in his seat, trying to get the energy out. Janus watched him worriedly. There must be something to keep him occupied while still focusing on the road, right? He let his eyes wander around what he kept at the front of the camping van, looking for any inspiration.

He found it when his eyes fell on their food supply.

“I have an offer for you,” he announced to Remus, whose eyes flickered to him instantly, though he directed them back to the road just as quick.

“What?”

“We’ll play a game. I’ll mix some of our food in unusual combinations and you try to guess what it is. No peeking, so keep your eyes on the road. If you can’t we’ll stop playing.”

Remus practically vibed in his seat from the excitement and he nodded.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!”

“Let me have a moment to prepare, you child,” Janus laughed, glad that his idea was well received. He started sorting through the basket of stuff they kept up front for mid-drive snacks and placed them around himself for better reach. Then he considered what to combine first.

“Alright, open your mouth. And remember, eyes on the road the entire time.”

With a little whoop, Remus followed his instructions and Janus popped the first thing in his mouth, impaled on a toothpick.

“Close and guess.”

Remus chewed excitedly but his expression soon shifted to disappointment.

“Oh, c’mon, Janny! Peanut butter and apple? That’s too easy!”

“Is it now?”

“Yes! I can’t really taste the apple but its crunch gives it away.”

“Does it?”

Remus furrowed his brows. He was pretty certain, but Janus’ smug tone gave him pause.

“Yes?” he replied, more unsure.

“You don’t sound as convinced anymore.”

Remus whined loudly.

“Don’t play mind games with me right now, Janny! That’s unfair! Tease me when we’re in bed together, not now!”

“Fine, fine, fine. It was a pear, not an apple.”

“…You hate crunchy pears.”

“I do.”

“Then why do we have some?”

“Because we’re living in a campervan and don’t go shopping as regularly as we usually do. So I bought some harder pears so that they can soften over a few days,” Janus explained, already putting together the next combination.

“You’re so smart, Jan.”

“Thank you. Now open your mouth.”

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They continued playing like that for another twenty minutes or so. Then Janus announced he had the final thing prepared.

“Awww, do we have to stop already?” Remus complained. Amazingly, he really had been able to keep his eyes gay forward the entire time.

“Yes. I don’t want to waste all our supplies on one game. And while I do know you have a stomach made of iron; I really don’t want you to get diarrhea while we’re in the middle of nowhere.” They did have an on-board toilet, but it was quite small and needed regular emptying. It would not be able to handle what Remus loved to call ‘The Shits™’.

“I guess that makes sense,” Remus agreed, though he still sounded unhappy about it. “Give me the goods.” He hung his mouth wide open and Janus put the last combo on his tongue. Remus chewed for a long moment.

“Pickle water definitely.”

“Yes.”

“It’s really chewy. But all I can taste is the pickles.”

“I might have put this in the jar as soon as we started playing the game.”

“So it’s been sitting in there for like half an hour?! No wonder only the pickles remain!”

“Closer to twenty than thirty minutes but I guess that makes little difference.”

“Smartass.”

“You’re so right, my ass is really smart.”

Remus cackled for a moment before he concentrated back on what he’d just eaten.

“You actually stumped me, fucking shit,” he mumbled a full minute later. Janus smirked.

“It was a sour snake.”

“You smart fucker!”

“Thank you.”

“We’re so playing this again. With a full kitchen. You have to feed me more weird shit.”

“Sure, Remus. I totally don’t regret making this game up now.”

Remus laughed again, bright and cheerful. Janus smiled. Yes, that’s how his boyfriend should always look.

#namiswriting #On the Road Just the Two of Us #Chapter 2: A Game for Just the Two of Us #dukeceitweek2024 #Day 2: Roadtrip #dukeceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #human au #fluff #innuendo #food #gross food combinations #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[thelaurenshippen]

#polls #yes these are all true #in order: #I hold my pen between my middle and ring finger #and yes it has caused both fingers to curve in weirdly #I had scarlet fever when I was 23 #benedict arnold's wife? peggy shippen #so yeah #(I'm descended directly from her sister sarah #hence related to benedict by marriage but his children by blood) #two cross country road trips #two coastal road trips #several 12-14 hour drives #I have a typewriter now! and send my friends letters! #when I was 16-20ish #I used my older sister's old learner's permit to get into 18+ or 21+ concert venues in the city #I only used it to drink at one of those shows ONCE #mostly I just wanted to see music #the last CD I burned for someone was in 2019 don't look at me #I ran into a family from my very small hometown several thousand miles away #small world and all that

[lucy-ghoul]

can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.

#mind you idt the writers will ever have the guts to go for this pair or anything and i'm perfectly okay with the maximus/lucy romance #but still. they tried to give us the wholesome love story between two cuties with a killer side #and the fandom went ~mmmh we kinda want for that girl and the noseless radioactive ghoul to fuck nasty actually #shhdhdhf i'm sorry but this was so predictable to me. conosco i miei polli #also. i don't fully understand those who see it as a father/daughter thing? just because it worked on tlos #doesn't mean we need the same kind of dynamic here #1. despite him being an actual father (or at least. he was 200+ years ago) i've never seen a less paternal character than the ghoul lmao #2. lucy is an adult woman. young but in her mid twenties i guess? cooper had (and maybe still has) a daughter but the kid was like. 6 or 7? #lucy doesn't need a daddy she's a grown up. stop infantilizing women all the freaking time #let them be fully equals!! let them be bickering road trip companions/a killer squad/tentative allies who eventually form a real bond #i SWEAR if the writers go full parent/child bs with them in s2 because they're more popular #(at least on ao3. i don't expect the same level of insanity from the general audience) #than the canon ship i'll riot. idt they will but still #..... maybe they should go for a hot max/lucy/coop polycule instead. that would be interesting lmao #vaultghoul #fallout #val rambles in the tags #val speaks #txt

[introspectivememories]

tim and bernard who break up and it's nothing big, no one cheated or anything. it's just their lifestyles didn't work out well together. tim cannot give up vigilantism currently and bear cannot handle the level of danger tim puts himself in. and on the other hand, tim cannot handle the fact that bear chooses to run into danger as an emt bc he already worries about everything but now he has to worry if he'll find his boyfriend convulsing from fear gas in a random alley but also bear who felt the life drain out of darla cannot stand the thought of not helping people and runs headfirst into dangerous situation after dangerous situation hoping that every person he saves can somehow make up for the fact that he could not save darla.

(he very pointedly does not think about the fact that there was nothing he could do because if he thinks about that, he'll spiral until they have to lock him in arkham too)

and so they break up but they were tim & bernard in high school and when they started dating they balanced out the worst of each other and they became tim&bernard. and everyone who knows them, knows that they're better together but they cant be together, they refuse actually because they cannot lose another person to the violence of gotham and by the time they figure out that they cant work together as long as the other is an emt or vigilante, it's too late for both them. they've already left too many pieces of themselves in each other.

tim still knows what bear means when he says "tim" in that exasperated voice. tim still goes boneless when he hears bear say "baby" in that firm tone. bear can still read tim like a book. he still knows the right way to massage tim's neck so that tim can go to sleep. everyone at the first responders gala knows not to bother ceo drake-wayne and senior emt dowd when they're talking.

(and if they're standing a little too close to each other than what is normal, who are they to judge? everyone knows that dowd and drake-wayne have history)

and if everyone on the night shift has caught red robin with his head tucked into the crook of emt dowd's neck as emt dowd runs a soothing hand up and down the vigilante's back, well then, they just quietly back away.

(after all, dowd's one of like, five, emts that can get the bats to receive medical treatment so if turning a blind eye to whatever the fuck they have going on is what allows them to give back to their heroes, then the night shift will do it every time)

and of course, tim and bear are practical people. they loved (love) each other sure, but when your lives are fundamentally incompatible, well, you cant get too stuck on the what-ifs, that's for sure. and so they do find love with other people and yeah, maybe it's not what they expected love to be when they first fell in love with each other. it's not the bubbly, stomach-swoopy, cant stop grinning, feeling that permeated tim&bernard's early days or the i Know you/you Know me that was their middle or the quiet despair that was their end but it is contentment. and in a life with as many losses as theirs, contentment is something they hold dearly

and they're happy! truly! but sometimes, at galas when they're making each other snort champagne out their noses or in darkened alleyways when their clothes are both stained with blood or at rallies for stricter gun regulations in gotham where they both sit too close to each other, fingers enclosed around each other in a death grip, when the presenters inevitably bring up grieves

(worst school shooting in gotham in decades, there's blood on their hands and blood in their mouths and darla is dead in between both of them and there is a chasm so wide that they are screaming to get their voices across and she will always be dead and maybe this had always been the problem that she is dead and there is no coming back from that and that there is blood on their hands and blood in their mouth and blood on their han-)

but sometimes, most especially on opposite sides of the street, as life pulls them in different directions, just sometimes, they see each other and just for a second, nothing too long, the flap of a hummingbird's wings, the time it takes to blink, an electron's orbital, they look at each other and for the briefest moment, blue on brown, a barely noticeable stutter in their steps, the space between heartbeats, because this is all they will give themselves because they do not dwell on what-ifs or what-could-have-beens, or what-should-have-beens, or delusions of a softer world, their eyes meet and they think to themselves, god, in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with him.

#what the fuck is this #the theme was wistfulness. hopefully that came across right. and like i wanted this to be all 1 text block so you feel how it all collapses #into that 1 thought they have at they end but fuckass tumblr has a 4096??? text limit for a single paragraph???? so here's multiple paragra #anyway here is my middle of the road sad timbern hc. do i think this will happen? no? is this still a fun world to play in? yeah absolutely #also super huge fan of darla haunting the narrative. darla as this chasm they cannot cross. darla as smth they shelter each other from #but also smth like a 2 way blade. it cuts them both. it will never stop cutting them. smth smth the wound will always bleed #also i cannot stress how important it is that they are happy with other people!!! they are both satisfied with other people. it's just that #they have a very specific history and they are the only two people who really know and understand that history #and also it's not that theyre unhappy with their partners but just that smtimes they look at each other and... wonder. in a softer world #maybe i could've been a chef and you could've still been a superhero and we could've still worked out. maybe we would've gotten a boat #together and maybe we could've come home to each other. maybe i could've trusted you to come home to me. maybe you could've #understood my need to help people. maybe we could've held our love as something precious. #maybe in a softer world our love wasn't something that hurt us both. #i need to lay down. im going crazy #as always i do love reading yalls thoughts in the reblogs and replies!!! #bernard dowd #dc #tim drake #timbern #timber

[chloecherrysip]

The Power of the Star

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #mario and luigi #super mario bros #super mario bros movie spoilers #epilepsy warning #flashing lights warning #(if you know of any other good tags i should use along those lines let me know! looking at these even strains my eyes after a while lol) #(also yes these look a little fuzzy but THIS SCENE IS ESSENTIALLY A GIF NIGHTMARE (TOO MANY COLORS). this is the best i could do!) #cherrysip edits #with all of that out of the way MAN OH MAN #this whole sequence is [chef's kiss] #love that when things clear mario and luigi are both staring at bowser over their shoulders #love the effect of the road cracking from the impact of bowser's kick but they don't even blink #LOVE that the two are basically mind-melded on a WHOLE NEW LEVEL now where just a look is enough to move in perfect unison #and love bowser's suprised pikachu face :O :O :O :O #i will do the whole scene in a few parts eventually :) it's WAY too much for one gifset haha

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 753: Bird's eye-view

Pag 18

5: That day, three people climbed on the Minegayama

Pag 19

1: The first one to arrive, surpassing by 10 seconds the course record made three years before on that same mountain by Makishima Yuusuke

2: was the man wearing the blue jersey

Pag 20

3: 12 seconds after him, was the man wearing the yellow jersey

4: And then, 48 seconds after, appeared the figure of the mean riding a mountain bike

Pag 21

1: One week after this

2: Those three people will move the stage to Kyuushu

3: and fight again

Pag 22

1: For Onoda Sakamichi is the start of his last summer Inter High

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 753 #you people could have read this without my help lmao a mute chapter!!!! #amazing how intense a mute chapter can be! #i have two different opinion on this chapter #1st: noooo i wanted to see this race better!! I wanted to see what they say to each other and what theyre thinking and everything else!! #2nd: actually it makes sense that watanabe didnt show this to us in details bc i bet we will see a race between these three again during th #the ih* and ofc it makes sense that the first time we see them properly is during the IH #also i bet that when that happens we'll see flashbacks of this race #also: manami finally winning against onoda????? you go boy!! #12seconds of difference between them is A LOT wtf #that kiji is so far behind makes sense both bc he just started road racing but especially bc hes riding a mtb #but onoda??? the ih is in a week baby you cant be so much weaker than manami??? #even though it must be said that every year hakogaku shows up and is so so much stronger than everyone #and they win everything at the ih #but in the end manami loses anyway lmao sorry baby i love you but its the truth #ANYWAY NEXT CHAPTER THE IH IS STARTING I GUESS!!!! #it's been 200 chapters since the end of the second ih can you believe??? #amazing

[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

Soulless Sam and Castiel forming a relationship, Sam being aware of Castiel's care and love for him with his soul. Without it, he can't be nervous or anything to that degree and is straightforward about a relationship with Castiel. Believing it's a good idea to have an infatuated angel to help him. For a while it works, anything odd about Sam is written off as trauma from being in Hell, but the longer it carries on, Castiel can feel the lack of empathy. There's nothing in Sam's eyes as there once was, they blame themselves for taking so long to see this, and for not getting him out of the cage sooner. Distances themselves away from Sam unsure how to handle this and Sam's irritation isn't subtle. Castiel isn't used to Sam's anger and takes themselves out of the equation completely. Ignoring any prayer from Sam until he's reunited with Dean and even then, hesitant seeing what Sam had become.

Skip forward to Sam getting his soul back, Castiel is overwhelmed with the notion of seeing the true Sam and not an empty shell, an imitation of him. Wanting a hug to express this joy, not expecting Sam to claim it to be awkward. Thinking soulless Sam only used their obvious affection as an advantage over them, that Sam would never have feelings for them otherwise. Meanwhile, Sam in his fragile state can't handle all these emotions and fragments of memories trying to flood out. Sam wanted that hug but couldn't face it, not with the potential of it being a trick of Lucifer's, or it being reality and he can't handle hiding his emotions, his longing for Castiel. Therefore declining it with a terrible excuse that Castiel seeming accepts.

#Which only further gets complicated as time passes and neither are aware of these things #And is one of the reasons Castiel didn't hug back when Sam initiated it #Unsure if they could and wouldn't until they knew it was acceptable #soulless sam #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #samstiel #samcas #unrequited sastiel #Although much much later down the road it's revealed that they feel the same way #And that's used against each other by other beings bc that's what just happens to these two

[autumn-may]

“You and I, we stand by the light only to cast shadows and beget darkness; you with Eraqus, me with my sister. And when that light disappears, we lose our purpose and are swallowed by the void”

#man I am just insane about that quote #I love the way dark road takes so many concepts that are typically associated with light #(Empathy love+the way baldrs name means light) #And makes them into things of darkness #At this point this child of destiny super-empathy thing has been nothing but a curse to our two empaths #It’s only made them more prone to darkness #Or true darkness at least #I’m really interested to see how this plays out with our third empath sora in kh4 #Y’know because he doesn’t have any of his friends #there’s no ‘being of light’ he can use to unconsciously defend from true darkness #He doesn’t have a hoder/eraqus #Anyway #Xehanort/baldr will kill minimum two people because they lost their comfort person and be like ugh can’t help being an empath 🫤 #Kh #Khdr #Hoder #My art #Kh fanart #Kingdom hearts #Kingdom hearts dark road #Xehanort #Eraqus #baldr #Dark road #Undescribed

[mindhowyougo]

it's interesting, because outside of thursday's single line in home about treating her right -- born from a misunderstanding that morse had taken her out to the nightclub -- these two never* really talk about whatever is going on with morse & joan. even after the bank robbery, and joan leaving, and morse tracking her down first, if they have words on it, it's not for the audience to hear. evasion of this conversation flies in the face of every similar setup on television re: the protective cop father (also supposed father-figure). is thursday not curious? does the idea of morse in the family ever cross his mind (and we know, surely it does, with the endless invitations to the house and family events). so why does thursday never say anything about it. not his business, you might say, but as he says later in the series after they've been estranged and made up: she's his little girl.

but also i'm thinking of the slow, wounded encounter at the end of coda, with thursday disheveled and morse wordlessly following him inside. morse's presence is not questioned; in fact, there's an almost devastated acknowledgement that passes between them in that moment. thursday never asks what happens between his daughter and morse, and this silence is reflected oddly in the moments shared between the two when they are alone. you never tried it on, joan says to morse in lazaretto, and it hits hard precisely because it's some of the closest they've come to explicitly naming the potential between them. but in typical Them-form, it's expressed as an absence; a lack, and in typical morse form he responds: it can turn out how you want it to, which sounds emotionally available but is still ultimately a bit passive, isn't it? he's waiting for her to find the words, define them. but she's thursday's girl; maybe she shares his inability.

#itv endeavour #*I have not yet seen s9 so they may finally discuss it then idk #thursday cross contamination tag #these screenshots suddenly look super dark on the laptop i'm using to post them hm. #(god i'm two hours late getting on the road #i don't want to go hiking i just want to curl up and think about endeavour)

[mayasdeluca]

“What you and I have is…fantastico. Maya, it’s ours. Just ours.”

#station 19 #station19edit #maya bishop #carina deluca #carina x maya #mine #we finally made it! #105 days later and they're finally back tonight <3 #just a little reminder these two are soulmates before the rough road of angst continues tonight #best of luck to us all lol

[whatudottu]

Do y'all think object heads have a peculiar vision? Well I certainly do!

If DJSS is actually a supernova then assumption probably brings with it the idea they were a star, and being a star where it sends light in every direction and vision is directly correlated to light, what if that means omnidirectional vision?

#dj subatomic supernova #djss #no straight roads #nsr #fanart #a lot of notes i have in the image itself but i'll talk about them in the tags #i like to headcanon nova in youth was an o-class main sequence star aka big blue star that is bound to supernova #that shit is BRIGHT like 800000ish times our sun bright so even at a portable head size it's like a literal eyesore #kid to adult nova probably had to wear a helmet for others safety (an inconvenience to be sure) #but that would inherently condition them to have a more eye-based narrowed vision with a more frontal view of the world #which was helped a long way by being blinded by their own luminosity at the back and sides of that helmet #even if their vision was kinda dimmed and muted thanks to the visor being as shaded as it was #which is why when nova's a- well- supernova the interior of their hoodie not only is white but emits light #practically speaking it would be an inconvenience as the dj of a lowlit club but what if it was a habit that was a layover from being a sta #and to that: vision as a star and vision as a supernova are like two completely different logics #if a star is one celestial object that can view everything in every direction- a hot cloud of space dust is just trillions of staring eyes #compound eye having ass #from 20 or so years being blinded by their own light it does mean that not EVERYTHING has sight #let alone the 'used to be internal' contents of nova's head that kinda swirl in no particular direction #but whenever those blind spots happen to swirl their way up to the glass nova may get spotty vision #probably more a visual snow rather than any cataracts just because of the shear number of space dust particles #which means poor nova the dark gets littered with static and stargazing has a little more stars than they were used to #though it might also be because they aren't perpetually wearing sunglasses anymore but then again shades are different than visual snow #i have no idea where i learnt this (i think it was a humans are space orcs thing) that spacewalks can be utterly TERRIFYING #so i don't know if this was a nasa (or other space organisation documented) observation or general fear of space moment #but if folk are terrified with their binocular vision to float around in an ever endless void of stars and systems- how would nova feel? #i mean sure they utterly revel in space (they're an astrophysicist and ex-professor for it for god's sake) but they're now IN space #and it was just after bunkbed junction crashed their concert and took apparently their helmet and headphones as a trophy #bestie having omnidirectional vision in space is one thing it's another to literally have the place your vision comes from spread out! #i mean being the object that is their head it's not going to run completely away from them

[naminethewriter]

On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Four: An Electric Razor and Just the Two of Us

Masterpost | First | Previous | Next | Ao3

Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Innuendos, Hair cutting

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“Remus, hold still,” Janus growled after having had to jerk the electric razor away from Remus head. He was trying to touch up on his boyfriend’s undercut, but Remus was practically vibrating in his chair which made his work incredibly hard.

“I don’t want to take your ear off, so stop wriggling.”

“I caaaaan’t,” Remus whined. “I’m too worked up. Maybe if you give me a hand-“

“No.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun!”

“We are in the middle of dying your hair and cutting it! I’m not gonna get you off!”

“This is the fucking worst.”

“Stop being dramatic. That’s your brother’s job.”

Remus started giggling and that made holding still only even more impossible. Janus sighed and clicked the razor off.

“I have no idea how any professional deals with you.”

“I don’t either! But I tip well!”

“How generous of you,” Janus quipped, and Remus grinned at him, showing off his teeth. “Anyway, we’re in a motel for once, a place with actual appliances that has decent sanitary standards, and I want to get this done, so can you please cooperate?”

“I’m really trying, Jan, but it’s hard to. You’re so close I can smell you! You know I can’t control myself around you. I wanna eat you up already!”

“Fine, a compromise then.”

Remus looked at him with a raised brow and Janus smirked at him before straddling his lap and sitting down heavily. His boyfriend groaned at the sudden increase of weighed and his hands flew to Janus’ hips immediately.

“Now, this I like,” he purred after his brain caught up with the situation, his hands starting to lightly massage Janus’ sides.

“I thought you would. Now, I’m gonna continue cutting your hair. Which means, you turn your head how I want and no jostling me. You can feel me up a bit if you must, but no distractions! We have to wash out the dye soon and I want to be done with this before then.”

“Fuck yeah!”

The next five minutes, Janus carefully directed Remus’ head around to get an even cut, as his boyfriend let his hands wander around his body, sometimes squeezing the flesh lightly but mostly just… touching. It felt nice.

“Alright, I think I’m done. Now let’s get that dye out.”

“Thanks, Janny. You’re amazing.”

Janus smiled and pulled Remus into a kiss.

“So are you. Now c’mon, I wanna see my handsome man in all his glory.”

“Yessir.”

#namiswriting #On the Road Just the Two of Us #Chapter 4: An Electric Razor and Just the Two of Us #dukeceitweek2024 #Day 4: Hair #dukeceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #human au #fluff #innuendo #hair cutting #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[lilyoffandoms]

Bianca & Adan

[wip here]

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

#choices ame #choices america's most eligible #bianca sandoval #playchoices #my art ish thing #i polish nothing #does this still count to the monthly challenge since his tattoo is still visible haha kidding #my oc: adan mcintyre #two more stops today #can confirm iowa is still very iowa-y #so back on the road in a bit after i finish my yogurt and coffee and newspaper #(or until I get sick of listening to the couple hissing at each other at the table next to me… #…she is not pleased that he packed her bag because apparently he did it all wrong… #…i feel sorry for him and wanna just unpack her bag right here in the breakfast area and tell her well than maybe she should do it herself.. #…but i won’t though i am trying to convey my sympathy to the poor thing) #in game refs used #clothing refs used

[patrice-bergerons]

Do you remember that insane Bergy and Marchy interview from last year, which among many other things, featured this exchange?

Anyway I was going thru my bergy tag last night when I came across this other article snippet from 2019

THIS IS THE BASEMENT MARCHY WANTS TO MOVE INTO

#boston bruins #brad marchand #patrice bergeron #marcheron #I HAVE CONNECTED THE DOTS #but god i do go so insane over rpf lore when im in the trenches #good luck to us all #but also its one thing to say ill move into your normal craopy basement haha (clearly a joke) #and another when the basement is in fact designed to accommodate a lodger #which is to say also a joke but i doubt the first time this thought occurred to marchy was during that interview #like when you know your hockey soulmate is retiring in a few months #and then you will never get to have those road trips that liminal time when the only two ppl who exist in the world is you and him #bc you both have families and it is just not done #and you look at your friends basement and one part of you #who is maybe already missing him as he sits next to you thinks-

[talentforlying]

priest: i don't, ah, quite know what to say to you. if you are in such terrible danger, why are you taking it all so calmly? constantine: hmh! i dunno, father. i had a bloke beaten to a pulp earlier this evening. that sound calm to you? priest: you did what...? constantine: i must've been off me bleedin' rocker. i've never done anything like it before in me life, y'know?

constantine: but there's header gets his guts blown out, and george is stickin' his head in the noose, and helen gets ... jesus, then friggin' sarah bites me head off — ! everything's coming to bits in me hands and it's so easy to just see red and now, shit, they could've killed the tosser for all i know! and now i'm just like the bastards i've hated all me life! kill him! fire him! close them down! piss all over him! screw you, i can do whatever i want! i so much as blink and you're dead, pal! i'm in charge!! ...

constantine: 'scuse me, father. i'm always like this when i don't get me own way. — hellblazer #81, "rake at the gates of hell pt. 4"

babygirl you are just....so, sooooo offputting. (and grieving, and guilty, and terrified, but yeah: offputting.)

anyway, it's issues like this one that remind me why i kind of hesitate over some of the retcons in the recent spurrier runs, like the one with him now having opened dream's pouch of sand and stolen some before they even met. because like, it's easy enough to look at john constantine now — with 70 years of worst possible choices and unresolved trauma crystallizing underneath his skin to cover up all the soft, hopeful bits where he's used to getting hit — and assign him arbiter of ill intentions, magus of wasted potential, saint of shit choices, but man . . . he was new to this, once. he was still new to this 80 issues in.

80 issues in, and he's not used to losing friends yet; he even has time enough between catastrophes to grieve each individual one. still has enough left to live for at this stage to necessitate running and hiding, instead of bodily throwing himself at the problem like he learns to later, or sitting apathetically by to do nothing except smoke and watch the world fall apart when he finally gives up. fuck, he still apologizes.

and you're telling me this guy, this soppy wet cat motherfucker hiding from the devil in a church basement, so guilty over not knowing what happened to the guy that he paid people (paid chas, so chas could pay people) to attack that the bottle he's holding in this scene isn't even his second or third........this guy's past, more innocent self lied right to the face of DREAM OF THE ENDLESS and got away with it?

hm. i just don't know about all that.

#also this is where my headcanons tag is from <3 #( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #( visage. ) AND I'M A BASTARD. #( character study. ) A WALKING PLAGUE OF A MAN. #sometimes i just think that. people really like to reduce constantine down to one or two things #and somehow. after 250 issues of putting his life on the line bc he could never really make himself look away from people suffering #the soft sullen guilty person who wants so fucking desperately to be a better man? is never one of those two things #idk man. i think about this issue all the time #if i put these pages side-by-side with his grief in hellblazer 2? with his grief in hellblazer 213? 215? during the empathy virus arc? #it becomes CRYSTAL clear that the guy we know at the end of hellblazer isn't someone the guy who sat vigil for gary lester would recognize #in fact i think he's someone that hellblazer 81 constantine would fucking Hate #ANYway yeah. i don't think he lied to dream about the pouch. i don't think he ever got it open. i don't think that's canon for me #i want him to fucking Earn his asshole nature. the hard way. by making All The Wrong Choices that it took to get him there #he paved that road with good intentions himself but. he also used to remember the ones he started with #idk if i'm making sense but i have had this panel open on my laptop for Two Months now #bc i can never stop thinking about how fucking crushed he is here to realize that he might be exactly as bad a man as sarah said he was #and how little it will surprise him later on to learn that he is Easily capable of So Much Fuckin Worse #and with that your honor the defense rests. our evidence? just. just Look at this fuckin guy #scopophobia / #scopophobia #eye contact / #eye contact tw

[bitegore]

fucking hate it when people who are hateful little bigots make posts that are completely irrelevant to the thing that they are hateful cunts about and those posts are actually really good but i know they want me personally actually dead and in the ground so i cant be like Yeah

#red rambles #terfs stop making posts forever challenge but also especially can you not do posts that make a perfectly salient point about like #people refusing to engage with languages that aren't their own bc i KNOW that's going to be an in-road to 'transgender is just an american #concept and theres no other cultures with more than two genders' (factually untrue) 'and thats why transphobia is the only #globally acceptable movement' (hateful bigoted trash nonsense) #but like americans refusing to even make the slightest attempt to understand anything in any language that isnt english drives me insane #Google translate is right there also if its six words long and four of those words are english loanwords or cognates i do expect you to jus #use your brain and get with it lmao. its not hard #i was talking about this with a friend like a month ago. how it drives me insane how some of the people around me just refuse to pick jack #anything up and get with it