#but the tweed jackets are sick lads

[jamiesfootball]

Are you still doing the WIP thingy?

If so maybe.……….maybe? Or hope? Or stop? Or blue?

I found all four!

Maybe

Her head tilted ever so slightly as she studied him. Roy refused to let his grip on the arm of the chair tighten under the weight of scrutiny. Maybe it was supposed to be like this, the wait of her silence asking unspoken questions while he slowly but surely carved himself open, holding up the pieces for her examination.

Hope

"'Cept about ten minutes in, I'm really on a roll, and I'm partway through telling her a story, and she stops and asks me why I said... Christ, I don't even remember now. It was just a joke, but she took it really seriously. Like she was concerned about why I was talking about meself that way." Roy made a noise in his throat. Hoped it communicated 'I'm listening' instead of the futile lack of control that was churning in his stomach.

Stop

At nine. He was fucking nine. Phoebe was weeks off from turning nine, and Roy still didn’t trust her to know when to stop eating ice cream before it made her sick. And maybe that was a little unfair to his niece, who had improved a bit on that front--she'd start watching him warily around the second scoop, when she knew he was about to take it away... She was so fucking small. He'd never send her away at nine. But you would if she really wanted to, said the same voice that always let her enjoy the second scoop. If she really wanted to, if she wanted it more than anything in the world... No, the rebuttal hit him in the face like a bucket of of ice water. The truth of it trickled in shivers down his spine. No, I'd move with her.

Blue

“Is that tweed?” Jamie asked curiously, and Roy prayed to whatever god would listen to spare the world from Jamie Tartt experimenting with woven fabrics . Isaac rolled his shoulders; the suit jacket whimpered where it circled the bulk of his shoulders. “Sure is. Sustainably sourced, too.” The intrigued glint in Jamie’s eyes warned Roy that sometime soon on a morning run he would be held hostage by a very annoying tangent. Sam, a normal person dressed a stylish blue silken suit, surveyed Isaac's suit thoughtfully. “The tailoring is wonderfully done.” He said nothing about Jamie’s outfit. Smart lad.

#thank you for this! #it was honestly such a long day - I was in need of a good reason to open my docs #i hope you enjoy! #fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) #writing progress #roy kent #jamie tartt #phoebe kent #isaac mcadoo #sam obisanya #dr sharon fieldstone #ask box is always open

[lovestruckmoon]

there is nothing i crave more than a pen pal who i can send letters to about philosophy and art and literature and who i can share stories with. who up rn. 

#if you want a nearly adult mess as a penpal please message me #pen pal #dark academia #tagging it as dark academia even though the dark academia tag is very exclusive and doesn't have much diversity in the literature recommende #but the tweed jackets are sick lads #aristotle and dante #we are the ants

[eirabach]

Right as Rain [1/1]

It’s a tiny ficlet! At last! Parker + Hidden scar for @willow-salix and @badthingshappenbingo​

Gordon grimaces up at him from his living room bed, boredom in every line of his face, and Parker thinks ‘ere we go.

“So what’s the story with the jacket then, you a fisherman in your last life or something?”

It’s not the worst question the lad could ask, at least.

Parker flexes gloved hands as he pours the tea. Remembers, in that momentary way of remembering things you spend most of your days trying to forget, the lines under his sleeves, the marks around his neck. Parker doesn’t lack for scars.

It’s only to be expected, really. You don’t lead a life like he has -- allegedly -- without falling foul of a few who’d see you suffer for your art. Nor, it has to be said, can you continually save the world without a few notches on your flesh to show for it. And as battered and bandaged as he is, he’d have expected Gordon to know that.

He should have known better than to expect tact, though.

“Or something,” he mutters, then, ”Some of us like to ‘ave a little more subtlety in our wardrobes than others.” 

“Yeah, but, why do you wear all that?” The lad’s wrapped up in plaster and his Grandmother’s blankets, there’s sweat beading between his eyebrows, but he gestures towards Parker’s leather and wool with poorly disguised disgust. “Aren’t you roasting? I dunno if you’ve like, noticed, but we are on a tropical island? And you’re dressed like -- like --”

Like a bank robber, cheeks painted dark and steel cold against his belly.

Like a spy, trussed up and betrayed, rope burning through leather gauntlets and searing at his throat.

Like a man, trusted with the greatest treasure the world could offer. 

A father who never was, never could be, until he’s faced with innocent blue eyes and pale skin and take the shot, Penelope. 

She does. Every time. He’s made sure of it. Insisted. Demanded and cajoled and spat blood at her feet, and when he bleeds it hurts to see the innocence fade, it does. But the wounds mean nothing other than just another layer to him, that’s all. Each fresh mark just another secret to be kept beneath the tweed and leather. Just another apology to brush off and dwell on in the dead of night when his muscles burn and his old bones creak.

(I’m so sorry. Parker, Parker I’m so sorry.)

Oh there’s a story there alright.

But he doesn’t tell it.

There’s an innocence in those dark eyes even now, familiar and secretly, secretly almost as precious to him as her light had been. Still is, in its way. So he shakes his head, huffs as he’s expected to, and drops the lad’s tea down, plans to tells him the same thing he tells her on those bitter, brisk mornings when the floor is too cold, the limp too hard to hide, and her brows draw low.

Low like his, now. This child with an old man’s ache. 

“-- are you okay, though? Really? You’ll get heatstroke, you know. Penny will kill me if you get sick.”

And he almost laughs. Almost.

“Never you mind, Mr Gordon. I’m right as rain.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #bad things happen bingo #aloysius parker #gordon tracy #penelope creighton ward #clare vs writers block

[sandfordsmostwanted]

Star Wars College AU Headcanons - Prequel Edition (+ Ahsoka)

Anakin 1. Is a scholarship student, and is determined to make the faculty regret that decision, by wearing pyjamas to each and every lecture (that he bothers to attend). 2. Never studies for exams, but somehow always aces them. 3. Diet consists entirely of take-out and Red Bull (sometimes protein shakes if he’s feeling healthy). 4. Part of at least three school sports teams and a dedicated gym lad. 5. Watches true crime documentaries until 3 in the morning and then can’t sleep. 6. The only one who can drive. 7. Only drinks the most obnoxiously sugary and neon-coloured alcopops. 8. Volunteers at the local homeless shelter and takes it surprisingly seriously. 9. Applies for extensions after assignments are due because he’s “just really going through it right now”. 10. Hacks into the school computers to change all the backgrounds to Nicholas Cage on April Fool’s Day (and secretly gives all the final year students free printing credit). Padme 1. Has an immaculate stationary collection including a perfect rainbow of pastel highlighters. 2. Always does the extra reading, and sets up study groups to discuss the course and swap notes. 3. Spends her entire allowance on a pair of Gucci shoes and lives on ramen for the rest of the month. 4. Sorority sister who knows almost everyone on campus, and somehow remembers everyone’s birthday, including the cleaners. 5. Has about eight photos on her Instagram with her posing on a staircase with a glass of prosecco. 6. Hosts a weekly Stitch-And-Bitch where students can come and have some snacks and tea and talk about how they’re feeling whilst knitting; Obi-Wan is a big fan.  7. Student Council representative who goes to every meeting with a binder full of collected grievances. 8. Has a study blog where she shares her technique for getting perfect grades, and her impeccable skincare routine. 9. Plans political protests with Bail and Satine in her spare time. 10. Gets pregnant at the end of her final year but keeps going and brings her newborn twins to graduation to hear her valedictorian speech. Obi-Wan 1. Incredibly frazzled postgraduate; has like 3 jobs + teaching assistant duties + his course work. 2. Dresses like a professor even though he’s still a student – tweed jacket with elbow patches, leather satchel and shoes, sweater vests in every colour of the rainbow. 3. Drinks “tea” but half of the time it’s just whiskey in a travel mug (the other half is when Qui-Gon buys him some fancy brew from the campus café). 4. Somehow always has perfect hair.   5. Spends hours in the library but never seems to find what he’s looking for. 6. Submits his assignments five minutes before they’re due because he was up all night proof-reading someone else’s. 7. Is a vegetarian for “ethical reasons” (aka because of Satine and Qui-Gon) but ends up stress eating chicken nuggets with Anakin biweekly. 8. Is in the club at 3am and the student council meeting at 8am, looking none the worse for wear. 9. Walks around in a blanket/dressing gown during finals week, mumbling to himself and reading flashcards. 10. Halfway through term you realise he’s been doing a double major this entire time. Ahsoka 1. Only wears gym clothes, even in the dead of winter. 2. Makes notes in gel pen then gets annoyed when they smudge. 3. Will argue with the obnoxious smart kid for half the class. 4. Has the coolest collection of colourful hijabs and wears them with pride. 5. Owns fifteen water bottles but keeps losing them. 6. Gets tattoos because she’s bored but the work always looks super beautiful. 7. Works part time as a barista so knows everyone’s coffee order but no-one’s name. 8. Kisses her girlfriend in front of homophobic professors. 9. Makes box brownies whenever her friends are sad and brings them to study sessions in the little flimsy cardboard box. 10. Is best friends with the campus cat and takes photos with it every time she sees it. Qui-Gon 1. The Dad Professor who everyone comes to when they’re worried.   2. Incredible teacher but his academic papers are just… incomprehensible.   3. Takes students outside for classes that turn into walking tours of the campus where he points out all the foliage and local features. 4. Doesn’t reply to emails because it’s “bad for the environment” so will just appear behind you with answers to your question. 5. Accent will send you to sleep if you have an early/late lecture. 6. Has eighteen pot plants all over his office and sometimes carries a little cactus in his pocket. 7. Office is up four flights of stairs and at the very end of the corridor because he “likes the view” (i.e. the rest of the department are sick of his shit and need the space). 8. Owns the campus cat and it comes with him to and from home by curling up in the little basket on the front of his bicycle. 9. Has about fifteen boxes of tea just around his office and a biscuit tin that’s always full. 10. Is the local weed dealer on the dl.

#star wars #star wars prequels #star wars college au #star wars modern au #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #qui gon jinn #let me know if you want to see more