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falafel14 · 8 months

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Jack Wolfe as Gabe Goodman

So I've had a few "Tell me everything!" responses to my recent post about the Donmar Warehouse's stunning new production of Next to Normal. Knowing the audience here, I'll narrow my focus to writing about what I know my fellow 'Six of Crows' fans will most want to hear - Jack's role as Gabe. I won't be recapping the show itself, as I assume most folks reading this will have listened to the soundtrack, read the script, or watched a Broadway bootleg. Or at least I hope so, because below you will find MAJOR SPOILERS for Next to Normal and specifically the Donmar's staging of it.

Gabe is introduced to us as the Goodman's teenage son, who seemingly has a close affectionate relationship with his mother, Diana, but frosty relationships with his father Dan and sister Natalie, neither of whom acknowledge his presence. About thirty minutes in we are shown exactly why. Diana brings out an 18th birthday cake when the family have Nat's boyfriend Henry over for dinner and it is revealed that today would have been Gabe's birthday...if he'd been alive. But Gabe died when he was a baby and Diana has only been imagining him growing up all these years.

Up until this point, Jack has been playing Gabe as a cheeky rebellious teenager, but when he slinks back on stage to blow out the candles on his cake, he becomes a much more ethereal and impish presence. In I Am The One, his expression transforms from sweet and devoted when singing to his mom, to menacing and malevolent when singing to his dad. Gabe manifests as different personas for each member of his family and it's thrilling to watch as Jack shifts between them all. When Natalie comes downstairs to sing Superboy and the Invisible Girl we see Gabe as the cocky conceited older sibling, who seems to revel in being their mother's favorite.

In her next therapy session, Diana is asked to speak about her son and this is when we get Gabe's showstopping I'm Alive solo. This number really did raise the roof. I'll admit when I saw videos of Jack singing it at Tom Kitt's concert, I was worried he wasn't giving the song the necessary attack. But on stage he goes absolutely full-throttle with it. He starts at the top of the stairs with a mic stand, looking like the frontman of a rock band, then he brings the mic down, roaming all over the floor. At one point in the song, Natalie and Dan have an argument and Gabe comes to stand between them, looking amused as he passes the mic between them. However Gabe starts to lose some of his swagger as Diana's doctor suggests that - as 18 is the age that children typically leave home - maybe Diana should think about her son this way and finally let him go.

In the next scene, Diana is in the kitchen, clearing out Gabe's things. She holds up a baby-grow and then starts playing a music box she used to use to help Gabe to sleep. Gabe comes down the stairs with a rucksack and duffle bag, like he's a kid being kicked out of the house by his parents. Diana can't seem to go through with it as she pulls him into a dance and they end up hugging with Gabe's head tucked under his mother's chin, like a needy child. This leads into There's a World, a hauntingly beautiful song with a very sinister undertone as we learn this is Gabe leading Diana towards a suicide attempt. This song and Catch Me I'm Falling are an excellent display of Jack's high range (he'd make a wonderful Orpheus in Hadestown - the UK production is coming next year, so...please??)

Following the suicide attempt, Diana is given shock therapy and consequently loses her memories of the last eighteen years. In the early part of Act 2 and for the song Aftershocks, Gabe is up in one of the upstairs rooms, like he's been locked in a cell - not gone, but no longer able to get to Diana. When Diana finds and plays Gabe's music box, there's this very chilling sight of Gabe's silhouette, his hands pressing to the screen, as he sings along to the melody. The lighting here is eerily reminiscent of a sonogram. When Diana regains her memory of her lost son, Gabe breaks free of the room, comes down the stairs to sing his I'm Alive (Reprise) from on top of the kitchen counter. After his wife's relapse, Dan crumbles to the floor, his back pressed to the kitchen counter. Gabe disappears behind the other side of the counter, and (I'm told, I couldn't see from my angle) he sits in the same position as Dan. They both stay like this for about 15mins while scenes with Diana, Nat and Henry take place.

As Diana leaves, Dan finally rises from the floor and begins singing his I am the One (Reprise). In other videos of this song that I have seen, Gabe is played quite aggressively, stalking around Dan, goading his father into acknowledging him. Jack does this scene very differently and effectively. He stays behind the counter, his eyes downcast, his manner meek as if quietly pleading for his father's attention. When Dan yells out "Why didn't you go with her?!" Gabe leaps up onto the counter and throws his arms around Dan, desperately clinging to him. When they get to the chorus, Dan turns round to face Gabe, gripping his arms. Then at the end, Dan staggers back and tearfully says his son's name for the first time. When Gabe responds with his "Hi Dad", Jack's face his full of shocked awe. He plays it like a child realizing the father he thought hated him, loved him all along. It's a devastating moment that had everyone in tears.

After the song, Dan reaches out a hand towards Gabe, but he stops as Natalie comes downstairs. Dan tells Nat her mother has left and Nat asks him - "So it's just me and you for now?" and there's a hesitation where Dan glances at Gabe, who is still sitting on the counter. When Dan finally answers yes, it's just the two of them, Gabe's expression is accepting, not resentful like earlier in the show. As he leaves to go upstairs, Gabe gently touches Nat's hand, almost like an apology. Natalie gives the slightest reaction, as if she is sensing something. It's a beautiful resolve to Gabe's role, and when he appears for the last time for his verse in Light, he no longer feels like a malevolent spirit, but more like this serene angel watching over his family as they all try to heal and go on with lives.

This is honestly a star-making performance from Jack as a young musical theatre actor. And as much as I want Jack and the other Crows actors to be off filming their spinoff show once the strikes are resolved, I also feel strongly that Jack belongs on the stage. Between his acting, his presence and his vocals, he's sure to be a performer in demand in the West End. Here's hoping there's award nominations to come. He's deserving of them.

#jack wolfe #next to normal #gabe goodman #six of crows #wylan van eck

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ericdeggans · 2 years

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Reckoning with the long shadow of TV dads on Fathers Day

As a longtime TV critic, I have written a lot of pieces about dads and television for Fathers Day. Some of them have felt a bit contrived, like this piece on TVs Dumb Dads, which is an evergreen subject; television loves taking characters who actually have the most agency and power in society and making them look vulnerable for storytelling purposes.

But TV’s relationship to the subject of fatherhood and parenting is far more complex. I’m much prouder of this piece I did five years ago on how I mostly learned about being a father from watching characters on film, TV and theater.

A sample: “My own father isn't with us anymore, and I loved him a lot. But he and my mother split before I was born, and during my formative years, it was mostly me and Mom against the world. Any sense of what it might feel like to have a father close by came from the first sitcom with a father who felt like he could live in my world: James Evans on Good Times. These days, when TV shows like Black-ish and Queen Sugar offer lots of different takes on black family and fatherhood, it might be tough to imagine how rare and important it was for a young black kid to see Good Times in 1974.”

Hear the NPR story by clicking here.

After raising four kids of my own, I’ve learned that fatherhood is such a big job, it’s tough to find one portrayal on the small screen that does it justice. In the real world, it’s a job defined by trying to provide everything your children require to have the best life possible. It means knowing when to encourage their passions, meet their needs and satisfy their desires and when to save them from their own excesses, inexperience, lack of judgment or impatience.

It means soaring when they succeed and feeling crushed when they fall short. It also means understanding that your own actions always serve as example and model – it’s up to you whether that conduct is something to emulate or avoid like a cautionary tale.

On the subject of fathering and TV, I also like an essay I wrote for IndieWire a few years ago; basically, a slightly different version of the piece I did for NPR. Here’s an abridged version of that essay below.

And have a Happy Fathers’ Day.

“For a long while, I thought most married couples were like Rob and Laura Petrie in “The Dick Van Dyke Show”; sleeping in two twin beds separated by a nightstand. So when I saw John Amos as James Evans Sr. on the legendary sitcom “Good Times,” I felt like I finally saw a dad who was something like the other fathers on my block, and something like the dad I could have had.

Yeah, he was often angry and threatened corporal punishment WAY too often for my tastes, especially back then. But he worked hard, loved and valued his kids, encouraged them to get educated and take advantage of every opportunity and wanted nothing more than for them to do far better than he ever would. It wasn’t just that James Evans was black; it was that he was a black man whose primary goal was taking care of his wife and kids. All these years later, I’ve seen other TV dads who also taught me lessons.

John Goodman’s Dan Conner on “Roseanne” taught me how to make space for a strong wife and mom, but assert yourself when circumstances require.

Bill Bixby’s Tom Corbett on “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father” taught me the power of a parent paying attention.

I like fathers who show that being a dad takes effort and intention, like Michael Rapaport’s Doug Gardner on Netflix’s “Atypical.”

And even though Milo Ventimiglia’s Jack Pearson is modern TV’s best dad on “This Is Us,” I identify a lot more with his adopted son, Sterling K. Brown’s Randall Pearson.

In the same way Randall, as a black man raised in a white family, had to learn what being black meant to him, I had to learn what being a father meant to and for me. In the same way he found and reconciled with his biological father shortly before his death, I reconciled mostly with my dad before he passed. And Randall has a goofy earnestness mixed with a capacity to work a little too hard on stuff that takes him outside the family, which I also – sadly — can relate to.

My four kids are mostly grown now. But seeing a dad on TV who still struggles, despite having had the best example of fatherhood in his life, means a lot. Even now.”

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mrvlbimbo · 1 year

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hear me out. hear me out. saul goodman x reader where the reader works for him, right? but it's just saul jacking off to the thought of reader who he's been lusting after ever since she started working for him. maybe she walks in and catches him by accident and they have really cool office sex.

content: blackmail (not the way you think), male masturbation, age difference, boss/employee relationship

WC .9k

Late nights at the office used to be reserved for work, he was a bit of a crook but he was nothing if not a hard worker.

Unluckily for him, his night hours had been somewhat occupied since he hired his new assistant.

She was young, too young for him. A recent graduate of law school, she had been vying for any experience she could find in the industry. He's embarrassed to say, he decided to hire her the second he saw her.

There were other women before, but after his most recent wife it was mostly hookers taking up his time.

She was different, sharper than she looked. He was delightfully surprised to find she was actually very useful around the office because he didn't even bother to check her resume.

It was a good thing that she was helpful because she was a serious distraction for him.

After he sent her home it was like her presence was still in the air, he could never help himself. He checked the locks, watching her car leave the lot before he retired into his office for his nightly routine.

When he noticed the scarf she was wearing that morning in the lobby, he knew it was his lucky day.

His belt was off and the last few buttons of his dress shirt were undone to make it easier to roll up his shirt.

By the time he even touched himself his cock was already hard and leaking in his lap, practically begging for attention.

This wasn't right, he needed to be working right now. He had already spent a good portion of the day fantasizing about bending her over his desk and running his rough hands over the smooth expanse of her legs as he pushed her skirt up over her ass.

He already knew she wore lace underwear as he had caught a glimpse of it once when she bent over to pick up a paper he had dropped. That was a benefit of his age, she never thought anything when he asked for her to bend down and pick something up for him. In reality he was perfectly capable but he would never pass up a chance to see up her skirt.

When he imagined fucking her, he imagined keeping the lace panties on, pushing them to the side just enough so he could slide his cock into her. That way he could snap the waistband against her delicate skin and watch as a faint redness appeared.

He was so caught up in the fantasy and the slick sound of his hand gliding over his cock, that he didn't hear the knock on his office door.

He also didn't hear the subject of his fantasies walking into the room tentatively, shaky on her high heels after a long day on her feet.

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry,” she gasped when she saw him. Despite her sentiment, she didn’t take her eyes off him. Her pupils were wide in the dim room, drinking in the sight of him sprawled out in his luxurious office chair.

"I left my scarf." Her eyes were now drawn to his hand, where he was clutching the aforementioned scarf.

He nodded, eyes wide, at a loss for words. How was Slippin' Jimmy gonna get himself out of this mess?

"Ew," she giggled, sauntering across the office to stand in front of him in a way that almost seemed taunting. "Are you jerking it right now?"

"I was," he replied gruffly, slowly unwinding his fist from his cock so he could pull his pants back up.

She took the scarf from his hand, very aware of what he had been doing and what he had been thinking about. "Kinda perverted," she teased.

"I'm really sorry, what can I do? I'll give you paid time off? How about a big Christmas bonus?" He scrambled to make things right, he'd offer her just about anything not to spill about what she had just seen.

"Pull your pants back down first of all." Her nails curled into the band of his boxers, carefully tugging them back down and exposing him to the stale air of the office.

"Is this ok?" she asked, her hand delving down to his cock and stroking it teasingly slow.

"Yeah. FUck, that's great," he groaned, hand tangling into her hair when she fell to her knees in front of him.

"Yeah?" she sighed, her tone light and breathy. The question was clearly ironic, since she could taste the salty precum beading at the tip of his cock when she sealed her lips around it. The evidence of his arousal for her.

He had no excuse now, not that he really needed it.

"God, this is so dirty. I cant believe this is happening." His head tipped back, eyes snapping shut when she tongued a particularly sensitive spot on his shaft.

She pulled back, letting a glob of split fall from her mouth and onto her hand that was still clasped around him. "I still want that bonus," she said before crawling into the office chair to straddle him.

"You can have whatever you want if you let me fuck that sweet pussy." He growled when she pushed her panties to the side and teased the head of him with her warmth.

"I don't want to be your assistant anymore, I want to be an associate." Her stare was sharp, she was serious about this. He wasn't sure how she was still thinking so coherently, because he sure wasn't.

"Yeah yeah, sure whatever." He wasn't sure if he would actually grant her request but for now he would entertain it because he was so close to being inside of her and he wasn't going to stop now.

#saul goodman smut #saul goodman fanfic #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #better call saul #breaking bad #brba #bcs fanfic

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americas1suiteheart · 10 months

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speaking of Atlas, maybe you should do an Atlas x Reader possibly?🤭

Why of course I can! I'm doing headcannons for him instead though if that's alright! (Totally didn't push this off for a day and then immediately write it after, oops! Sorry Anon!)

Dating Atlas Would Include...

Atlas (Bioshock) x GN Reader

[Notes; I'm going to completely forget the fact that Atlas is in fact Fontaine, hope you enjoy!]

[Warnings; Violence, smoking, drinking, all that Bioshock fanfic jazz]

He's a very caring person, you saw how he helped Jack in the game and how much he talked about saving his "wife" and "child," so you'd assume he'd be the same way towards you.

Not the biggest on PDA, he might hold your hand in public though.

In your own privacy he tries to be as affectionate as possible towards you being you two might not get to be around eachother often.

He definitely loves to hold you in his arms as if your the only thing in the universe, it helps calm him and forget about all the wrong with Andrew Ryan and Rapture.

I'd like to think that the only reason he's not as affectionate in public is because he wants to hold up this tough guy kinda figure so no one thinks he's weak.

He really does love you though. He'd probably do as much as he can for you it's insane. Possibly even as far as, murder? He's just very protective of you, even if you werent stuck in the chaos of Rapture he would still be just as territorial and protective of you.

He's such a great listener. Though he's used to everyone else listening to him as he talks about how to put an end to Ryan, he'll put everything aside to listen to your worries and whats troubling you.

Being It's the early 60s I'd assume he would call you love, sweetheart, darling, and maybe even doll a lot.

He's definitely mentioned marrying you a couple times, yet he's scared of actually moving forward and committing to it because of where you two are stuck.

Not thinking about having kids as he doesn't want them to be born into Rapture and have with all the bad, would wait until you two can get out of there for good.

This man just absolutely adores receiving kisses. Something as small as you giving him a gentle peck on the cheek or even a small kiss on his hands just makes him melt.

He loves giving you kisses as well! He would be one of those guys to kiss you on the hand very often but loves kissing your forehead and your lips. His lips would probably taste of alcohol and cigarettes though.

Probably sings to you when you can't sleep. Id imagine he'd love singing The Ink Spots, Bing Crosby, and Frank Sinatra, its just kinda what I'd assume would be in his vocal range.

Oh boy don't even get me started with his accent. His accent would probably be ever so slightly prominent when he would sing for you. You and I know very well it's one of the things you fell in love with Atlas for.

Loves words of affirmation. He loves when you tell him how good he's doing and to try and not to worry, he'd instantly calm down and maybe even cry?

He definitely has a bad smoking problem there's no denying that, but being It's the 60s and smoking was a fairly common habit, you don't get on about him for it at all.

You and him have definitely gotten in a couple of nasty arguments, most of which were because of the state of Rapture and how little time he would spend with you. Some of which had eventually led to either one of you leaving for the night to have a couple of drinks. But regardless, you two always talk it out and forgive eachother for your own nasty behaviors.

Even through your fights, Atlas is very loyal to you and wouldn't stoop as low as to see the girls in Eve's Garden. As I said he cares very deeply for you and only you, your the only person he fancies at that moment and won't hurt you that way when he's still very much in a relationship with you.

Eventually in the end though, it definitely wouldn't end up working out. Eventually you'll get tired of all that is happening with Atlas and how often he's gone doing work that you'll either leave and avoid him best you can, or you'll tell him yourself. You two definitely aren't good for eachother with Atlas having so much influence over Rapture and you trying to have as much of a quiet life as you can get in Rapture after the downfall, and also with the fights and arguments to never end as long as your together.

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Little bit of angst at the end if you could consider it that, but I'm a sucker for a bad/unhappy ending. Anyways, I hope it's up to your expectations of my writing and I deeply apologize it wasn't an actual fanfiction but I'd figure headcannons are just as fun to read. Bye for now!

#atlas x reader #atlas bioshock x reader #atlas bioshock #bioshock 1 #bioshock #headcannons #fluff #angst

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jokersphantom · 10 months

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The Taste Of Death

Jack Goodman X Reader smut

WARNINGS: this has literal cannibalism in it, please do not read if you don’t yearn with your mouth. PIV sex, creampie, oral sex (reader receiving), mention of birth control.

A cold gust of wind brushes against your bare leg. The skin ripples slowly, like your body isnt used to being put in a situation where it has to heat itself and has since forgotten basic function. However if your body had decided to ignore you, you couldn’t quite tell because your mind was beyond comparison in terms of being vacant.

You received a phone call from Jack’s mother, informing you of your friend’s death across the sea. Her voice trembled and she practically sobbed as she told you of how horrible of a condition he was in and how David was a suspect in his murder. You should’ve been sad, but all you felt was disbelief; like you expected Jack to start laughing on the other end of the line before asking if you’d like to grab dinner with him (and David, of course, always David). You wish you cried, that you joined his mother in her quivering voice and choked sobs; instead, all you could do was think of how little of this she would share if she wasn’t so deeply disturbed and upset.

You went to Jack’s funeral, and discovered early on that you’d be waiting awhile to actually see him because everyone else who hadn’t given a shit in the past years decided to make up for it today. One of his exes showed up with her new boyfriend but started sobbing violently as she began to give a loud speech about how good of a man he was. As she spoke, you imagined Jack rolling over in his grave; or at this point, coffin; at her tears. “Wasn’t good enough for you to keep your pants on when Mark showed up!” You imagined him saying.

What stood out the most was the fact his casket was closed. Which only solidified your denial in Jack’s death. How out of place you seemed, staring down at the chiseled oak with a glare like you were expecting him to pop out and scare you like he did at a Halloween party years prior. Something even more ghastly was that you didn’t even think there was a body in there.

Weeks later you still hadn’t accepted that he died. You still consoled his mother and spoke with her often, you weren’t a complete lamb. David had yet to call, he was probably suffering a lot more than you were with your apathy or he was still comatose.

Once again the wind started to blow on through again and it finally caused you to shiver and begrudgingly trod to the window. As you neared, you heard the undeniable whisper of the leaves as they rustled and gently tapped the sides of the house. The outside was hardly visible, illuminated by the full moon and it left a cascading deep blue over the rest of the world.

You stared outside for a moment longer, letting the cool air curl around you and leave gooseflesh with every kiss upon your skin. The moonlight seems to bless you every moment you sit in its presence, the soft light bears white brightness among the clouds and entrances you in a way it never has before.

“Long time no see” a voice rings out from behind you.

Now you understand why.

As you turn around, there stands Jack Goodman in (what's left of) the flesh and before you can even think of it, you’re loudly exclaiming “Jesus Christ!” Before scurrying to your bed and balling up the covers as you try to shun away whatever you’re seeing by covering your eyes. “No, Jack, remember? God have you gone completely off your rocker since you’ve last seen me?”

You don’t dare remove the covers from your eyes, and you don’t have to. The springs of your mattress ache with weight and a gentle hand pulls it back. The fright sets a warm fire deep in your stomach.

Nonetheless, there he is, Jack Goodman. One of your best friends, completely mauled and looking at you with a smile as the grotesque chunks of flesh that's covered in a deep cherry red glisten under the light. In a macabre way, it makes your mouth water.

Jack looks at you for a moment before waving his hand in front of your face and snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. “You there? Oh god, you’re in shock; David’s gonna kill me again” he snickers at his own awful joke.

As you come back to earth, Jack gives you the rundown of what’s happened so far. While he speaks, you focus on what he’s wearing. The green puffer jacket that had been doused in your scent the night before because Jack “forgot you used it as a pillow case”; that statement is another one David did not buy and consistently gave him shit for the chick repellent as they rode on the back of a shepherd's truck.

“How I ended up back here, I’m not sure, not that I’m complaining about being in these sheets again” he flirts as he smiles at you, deep and round eyes looking directly into yours with something raw behind it all the pleasantry. You and Jack had slept together, he was as sweet as a friend with benefits could be.

“I think I’m going crazy” you say aloud and he titters before propping his leg up on your bed and resting his head on it sideways; leaving the bloody, mangled, and mutilated part of his skin open and hot against the air.

Jack catches your gaze and seems unable to resist the comment that comes from his mouth. “No fucking way” he laughs. You back yourself up against the headboard and pull your comforter with you, holding it defensively to your mouth and you give a startled look that quickly turns to anger. “What?” You snap out, a lot higher pitched than you wanted to, that made you sound more like someone caught with a porno mag and less like you were genuinely confused.

The look he gives you is a recognizable one, but it feels so alien at the same time. He starts to gently crawl towards you on all fours, in a way he knows you like to see. Feigning that innocence to how you feel just to hear you say it out loud because he mocks you even in death.

“Now, you wouldn’t be feeling a little turned on about how battered I am now would you, sweetness?” He asks, as irreproachable as possible while the pet name sticks to you despite how mockingly he says it. When you’re left gawking, he only gets closer to your face. “Because” pause. He drags one hand up across your covered leg. “If this was the face you wanted all along, I would’ve requested open casket”

Jack gets scarily close. So much so you can now make out minute details. His hair is slicked stiff with blood and sweat, black tufts of hair poke out messily. He smells of grass and mud, but only faintly; what stands out the most is the pheromones reeking off of him that would typically reek, but currently have you biting the inner skin of your bottom lip as the fingers of his left hand dance curiously across your knee.

His fingers have blood crusted under the nails and you sit there entranced by the carnal beauty of it all. Jack smiles to himself and takes it as an opportunity to trace your lips with his calloused fingers. Typically, he’d be a blushing mess and if he were still completely alive he’d never be so bold with someone.

Only difference this time is that he wasn’t alive, not fully; and that it was you. The amount of times he’d been almost caught with you on him has surpassed his count, and sure as hell yours. However the word almost really means David and when it comes to David, he’s got an amateur sleuth mindset and can unfortunately piece two and two together.

Unthinking, you open your mouth and feel as Jack pushes his index and middle finger over your tongue. Your tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers, feeling every ridge, scar and delta. A gummy clot of blood that was caught in the corner of his cuticle touches your tongue and you suck even harder.

Jack’s eyes become lidded, he looks at a random spot in your direction for a few moments, feeling the work of your mouth against his hands once again and in such a grisly manner makes his stomach burn.

Softly he pulls his fingers away from your mouth. He rests his hands on either side of you and puts his mouth close to your ear. “How about you shut the light off and we try that thing you’ll deny wanting to do” he whispers before he bites and tugs on the lobe of your ear before pulling away.

You push the blanket off of you, the plush of your thighs visible to Jack as you walk towards the light switch.

When the darkness floods the room, you’re left in wait for Jack, just as you were in life. When nothing happens for a few seconds you think you’ve gone crazy and you’re too afraid to turn around and see that he’s really not there.

The beautiful blue hue of the moon sets over your shoulders and the cool air brushes against your neck. The hairs prick up as the cool feeling leaves ghosts of kisses against your skin.

“Still here” Jack says quietly against the shell of your ear. You turn around to face him and he flicks the light on again, temporarily blinding you. “ M’ sorry” he says as his kisses become full and wet mouthed against your neck “changed my mind, jus’ wanted to see you walk away”

He buries himself there and you feel him smile before his teeth graze against you. The blood gushing from his wounds starts to slick your neck. This doesn’t stop him, he kisses and nips harshly on your veins and feels the pulse thrumming beneath it.

It’s like he can’t control himself. There’s something so deeply carnal and vulnerable about how he is now; as many times you’ve put yourself on him, nothing can compare to the sweetness of his blood covered lips against yours.

His teeth are digging deeply into your neck, a small pain blossoming from his teeth nipping at your skin. Your eyes shut and a breathy exhale leaves your lips. Jack smiles, like he always has, into your skin and comes up to give you a kiss. The sweet and metallic taste of his lips on yours leaves you utterly intoxicated like the first taste of absinthe.

If you had to compare it though, he’s much sweeter. And warmer. So much warmer.

Jack’s mouth has suddenly gone away from the short and innocent kisses and have transformed into heavily pressed attacks scattered across anywhere collar up. His skin is comfortingly thermic and at this point you have no choice but to fall back into the dizzying heat as Jack touches you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and it may very well be.

His hands are ever moving and constant. There’s a searing palm resting between your neck and ear. The free hand wanders continuously over your waist to the back of your thigh. Your hands move without your own permission and begin to unzip the green puffer jacket that’s half shredded and half covered in blood.

You hope that if he decides to leave, you can keep the jacket. Even just a piece to remember him by. It was a group purchase around the holidays one year, when David gifted you both an identical jacket similar to his red one. Yours was an absolute eyesore, but the mundane routine of wearing it all the time made the shade entirely your own.

You gently push Jack away from you and get to look in his eyes. You get to see the humanity tucked behind them as his clouded lust quickly turns into the sheepish look of a boy scolded by a schoolmarm. Even though you’re still entranced by just seeing him again after having to say goodbye before Europe and a second time to a piece of wood. Part of you wants to remain this illusioned forever, so that you can hold onto him even if he decided long ago to let go of you; because at this point all you have is a hideous puffer jacket and dinner receipts of a meal you paid for stuffed in your otherwise empty wallet. Suddenly the doe eyes and boyish smile disappear. A misstep.

“Guess kissing a corpse wasn’t on your bucket list, huh?” He chides with an awkward laugh but you know Jack better than that, and he’s being vulnerable. Pressed against the door of your room, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck; careful to leave the wound be, and as he looks at you; you knock your foreheads together and you press a small kiss to his lips and bump noses. “Could’ve gone for that one actor you like so much” you say, another kiss. “I’ll put in a good word for you” kiss.

Jack pushes his mouth closer to you without much thought, and it leads to some of the blood on his neck smearing on your arm. Suddenly the blaze in Jack’s eyes comes back and you grin.

Jack sticks his hand in the wound like it’s as normal as scratching an itch and a small amount of the blood comes onto his fingertip. He cups your face with the same hand, mindful of his bloody thumb. Your eyes dart between the pad of his thumb, that Jack pushes ever closer to your mouth; only waiting for permission to push it through.

There would be no coming back from it and you both know it. Jack has nothing to lose, while you’re teetering on the line between sanity and lunacy. The comparison of Eve and the apple comes to mind; any other lustful sin could be forgiven, but to feast upon the flesh and to consume the marrow of a ghost? Should this be a test from whatever divine figure that hates you enough to manifest your dead fuck buddy, you were bound for damnation surely. Your lips part.

Your mouth sours with saliva before you can truly taste. Then it hits you. The succulent, metallic taste sinks onto your tastebuds and you hope that Jack’s blood remains there until the end of your days. The splotch of scarlet forever stained on your tongue like ink upon papyrus so that any lover you may take after Jack knows they can’t compare because they won’t come this close.

You flick the light out, for good this time, and guide Jack to your bed. He waits patiently as you crawl in first. He waits by the edge with bated breath and glances at the full moon for but a moment. You poke your leg out over the bed and poke him with your foot and he pounces at you. The shirt that was tucked underneath his puffer coat has minimal damage compared to the rest of him. You sit up and drag it off of him and he instead goes for ripping the fabric off like it’s burning him.

You’re doing the same to your own and Jack is immediately kissing on every inch of your skin, there's a desperation that is unlike anything you’ve ever known. After you’ve both wriggled out of every piece of clothing and left slobbering wet kisses across chests and lips you start to get to the most sinful and carnivorous part of the night.

Jack’s pumping himself and whimpering all sorts of filth at you as you kiss around the lines where skin meets meat. “Please, honey, I want you to, I do, c’mon” Just one bite. He needs it, he needs to know he’s good. “You can’t hurt me” he whispers, strained.

Your teeth graze the saccharine flesh before you sink into the hot and dewey meat. Jack’s warmed up intensely, the heat rolling off of him in the moonlight in thick clouds of white. Jack shudders and you begin to let go immediately “Fuck, no, keep going” he says, lowering his neck on you more as his fingers begin to grace around you.

When you fully sink in again, there’s a burst of an unfamiliar flavor that hits you so hard you hope it doesn’t immediately get you hooked and desperate like morphine. You pull and tear and suck upon him but it doesn’t change anything. The difference between the living and the undead is that while you’re aching and getting the relief of Jack’s feast upon your body, wether it be by biting or pumping into your core, Jack is unchanging until time wants him to. You’re glad you were blessed enough to have him presented as you remembered, just a bit more banged up. Deliciously so.

You’re happy you can be close to him again, like this. Nothing else in the world but the two of you. For however long he’s tied to this plane, you want to take advantage of it all and you will greedily keep him here until he’s forced to go. So you bite, you bite and rip and chew like it’s the last way you’ll ever love anyone ever again. You wrap your hands into his hair and dig your nails into his scalp and all he does is smile at you and whisper your name he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you. When you pull away to meet his eyes, the glint of the night rests in his irises.

You imagine you must look like something positively cryptid. His blood smothered across your mouth, a toothy smile in his direction like a fox in a henhouse. He doesn’t say anything, he merely places a kiss on your mouth and breathes heavily across your lips. “ M’ close, honey” he says, as thoughtful as ever, and that’s how you know this has to be real; previous thoughts be damned, werewolves, ghosts, lawyers? All real.

You know this Jack Goodman is yours because even after being mauled to death and abandoned, after having to tell his best friend that he has to die, and after finding himself in your bed again and being accepted with open arms, he still tells you when he’s about to cum.

“I’ll take it as a bereavement gift” you say and he simply rolls his eyes and says “you talk too much” you tug at his pulled apart skin again before falling back into the sheets. Biting your lip and wrapping your legs around his core, you hold Jack’s head as he buries it in your neck and presses his forehead in the nape of your shoulder to watch himself go in and out for a few strokes before he pulls back and kisses you hard. You don’t open your mouth quick enough and your teeth collide painfully for a second and Jack giggles an apology against your lips as he continues his thrusts.

He pushes you back into the pillows with his weight and he moans into your shoulder. The perfect cadence of sound in your ears and after he stills for a moment you can feel the pulse of his cock inside you as he cums.

Ever the overachiever, he pulls out quickly and places his bloodied mouth in between your legs. The blood of his neck laceration rubs slick and loud against your thigh coating every pore and marking.

He puts his mouth on your clit, just like you taught him. He twirls his tongue around and even tries murmuring out something to dirty talk you, but he gets so pussy drunk it’s nearly impossible to hear what he’s saying.

He takes care not to get a mouthful of his own cum, his fingers going at a pace that you can hear even buried in the pillows.

Once again your hands find his hair and you push him deeper into your clit and Jack, always the good boy, obliges and tongue fucks you even harder.

Your legs lock around his head as you cum and he lets out a hum as you do. Your hips snap forward and he rides it out. Once you’ve come down a bit, he presses a few kisses to your thighs before going up to join you.

“Hope birth control covers that”

“Be more surprised if it did, I think”

Jack snickers and lays next to you, fingers trailing up your figure with blankets gathered unevenly around the waist down.

He’s still a human furnace and you eagerly curl up next to him. “Will you be gone tomorrow?” You ask. You expect a melancholy response. “Might go tell David to kill himself, but I’ll be back. Can’t guarantee I’ll be this pretty though” he says.

You just kiss him and close your eyes.

#Jack Goodman #Jack Goodman x reader #Jack Goodman x you #an american werewolf in london #this is literally so deranged I’m so sorry #I wrote this bc I wanted him so badly in a way no other person could convey #jp smuts

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abellinthecupboard · 1 year

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The Lost World

Think what it was like, he said. Peggy Lee and Goodman all the time. Carl Ravazza making me crazy with “Vieni Su” from a ballroom in New Jersey every night, the radio filling my dark room in Pittsburgh with naked-shouldered women in black gowns. Helen Forest and Helen O'Connell, and later the young Sarah Vaughan out of Chicago from midnight until two. Think of being fifteen in the middle of leafy June when Sinatra and Ray Eberle both had number-one records of “Fools Rush In.” Somebody singing “Tenderly” and somebody doing “This Love of Mine.” Helplessly adolescent while the sound of romance was constantly everywhere. All day long out of windows along the street. Sinatra with “Close to You.” And all the bands. Artie Shaw with “Green Eyes” and whoever was always playing “Begin the Beguine.” Who can blame me for my heart? What choice did I have? Harry James with “Sleepy Lagoon.” Imagine, on a summer night, “Sleepy Lagoon”!

— Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven (2005)

#The Lost World #Jack Gilbert #Refusing Heaven #poetry #jazz age #writing #literature #jazz #Sarah Vaughan #Artie Shaw #Frank Sinatra #Harry James

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smash or pass but it‘s pretty much the entire BrBa cast and i‘m adding my weird headcanons (queer edition)

please don’t take this too seriously, these are my preferences and most of the headcanons are obviously jokes. 18+ please!!

Walter White: hell nooo he worked with n*zis and wears those tighty whities. definitely needs pills to get it up

Saul Goodman: smash, i feel like he‘d call me mommy. minus points bc he‘d make dad jokes during it.

Jesse Pinkman: 1000% SMASH HES SO FINE!! would smoke in bed with me after. i feel like he has piercings down there too, don’t ask why. definitely whimpers

Skyler White: had to think abt it a little but i‘d smash, misunderstood queen. lots of aftercare too

Hank Schrader: hard pass. he‘s a cop and has the personality of a paper bag.

Gus Fring: sure! more of a hookup though because i can’t imagine him being kind and gentle. he‘d say no cuz he‘s gay fr

Mike Ehrmantraut: probably not what you guys wanna hear, but smash. call it a guilty pleasure, ik that guy has experience. would focus on my needs first. i‘d do it in his car

Jane Margolis: yes omg are you kidding?! her style is everything and she’s genuinely so hot, i‘d gay panic being in the same room as her. definitely uses toys

Walter Jr: pass, too young for me and i don’t find him that attractive

Marie Schrader: smash! she‘s genuinely so sweet and pretty, perfect balance. hank didn’t deserve her

Todd, Jack and co: hardest pass, i don’t think i have to explain why. would go on about how women don’t deserve rights when they’re on top of me

Tuco Salamanca: no, he scares me. probably into knife play or some weird shit

Skinny Pete: yes! he‘s an acquired taste guys

Badger: probably? this is a hard one, smash if i got paid like 50 bucks. for free if it‘s with pete. but i‘d definitely go on a date with him

Steven Gomez: pass bc he‘s a cop. if i had to choose between him or hank i‘d choose him any day tho

Hector Salamanca: pass, no disrespect. rip Mark

Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: i‘m anxious 24/7 so her nervous attitude would make it impossible for me to enjoy it. she‘d accidentally insult me during it in some way

Gale Boetticher: smash because i love his personality. he‘s a keeper, husband material. lasts 2 minutes :(

Combo Ortega: pass i like him but not like that fr

Ted Beneke: hard pass. wouldn’t shut up abt his stupid company for five minutes. he makes really weird sounds during it and asks if you came right after (u didn’t)

Eyebrow Guy: i like hair but not like that

Andrea Cantillo: yesss baby bring it on. easily one of the pretties characters. sadly her personality wasn’t shaped out well in the show

Gretchen Schwartz: i feel like she‘s too smart for me don’t ask why. would absolutely reject me

Elliot Schwartz: maybe if he wears a hat to hide those big ass ears. i‘d do it if he paid me tho

Wendy (blonde meth head): seems very sweet and i love her style but i‘m a fan of hygiene and her teeth are not it

Carmen Molina (principal): yeah i guess, she‘s pretty

Huell & Kuby: pass bc they‘re silly little guys. only come package deal

Donald Margolis: sad guy but seems very sweet. smash? he cries when he finishes

Salamanca Twins: probably never had sex ed, lots of uncomfortable stares… pass

Krazy-8: i don’t remember much of him but going off looks, smash

Jesses Therapy Group Leader: pass, he has those crazy killer eyes

hope you enjoyed! :D

#breaking bad #brba #better call saul #entertainment #nsft #queer #tv series #headcanons #smash or pass #walter white #jesse pinkman #mature #saul goodman #skyler white #hank schrader #gus fring #mike ehrmantraut #jane margolis

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courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme · 2 months

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Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Coen brothers)

14/02/2024

Inside Llewyn Davis is a 2013 film directed and written by Joel and Ethan Coen and starring Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake and John Goodman.

The film is inspired by the life of folk singer Dave Van Ronk, active in New York in the sixties.

It participated in competition at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival, where it won the Special Jury Grand Prix.

New York, February 1961: Llewyn Davis is a struggling young folk singer whose recent solo album, Inside Llewyn Davis, was a flop; being without money and nowhere to go, he sleeps on the sofas of friends and acquaintances. One evening, after playing at the Gaslight Café in Greenwich Village, he is beaten at the back of the venue by a mysterious and rude individual for reasons not immediately specified.

He subsequently accepts Jim's proposal to record a new song, agreeing to be paid immediately 200 dollars in exchange for the transfer of the copyright, in order to have the money for the abortion.

The young man accepts a ride to Chicago in the company of the laconic poet Johnny Five and the grumpy heroin-addicted jazz musician Roland Turner; during the trip he reveals that his musical partner, Mike Timlin, committed suicide by jumping off a bridge.

In an expanded version of the film's opening scene, Davis performs at the Gaslight and Pappi reports to him that a "friend" is waiting for him in the back; Davis then watches a young Bob Dylan perform on stage.

The film starts from the Coen's reflection on the rebirth of interest in folk music in the sixties, and in particular that despite the genre's exquisitely rural identity, in that period it was followed above all in a metropolis like New York, and that so all its major performers were natives, like Brooklyn's Dave Van Ronk and Ramblin' Jack Elliott.

When writing the screenplay, the pair of directors drew mainly from Van Ronk's autobiography, published posthumously in 2005, The Mayor of MacDougal Street but, even before starting to write it, the Coens had started from a single idea: imagine Van Ronk getting beaten up outside Gerde's Folk City in the Village.

Producer Scott Rudin, who had previously worked with the Coens on True Grit and No Country for Old Men, collaborated on the project. StudioCanal helped the production financially in the absence of a US financier/distributor.

On May 9, 2013, shortly before the presentation of the film at the Cannes Film Festival, the red band trailer and a new poster were also released.

The soundtrack was curated by T Bone Burnett, songwriter, producer and Oscar winner for the song The Weary Kind, and by Marcus Mumford.

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An American Werewolf is Having Anxiety

David’s head spun. He was sore. So very, very sore. And tired.

It was real. It was all true. He’d transformed into a werewolf. A murderous beast, a terrifying creature of the night that would murder people... and now he was coming back around.

He was horrified, unable to help but imagine the carnage he must have caused. He was a monster. People would be dead, blood on his hands. All because he didn’t listen to his dead best friend...

“And that was Billie Holiday and Blue Moon...”

He remembered the transformation. It had hurt. It had hurt so, so much, his bones cracking and breaking and stretching, painful in a way he could never imagine. He remembered nothing else, only the pain and then unconsciousness.

“You are listening to BBC Radio One...”

At least he hadn’t had to watch. Hadn’t had to see himself tear people apart.

“Bringing you your favourite hits, this Thursday night.”

David hated himself. He should have killed himself. He should have listened to Jack, he should have-

“And now, Rod Stewart with...”

Wait.

Thursday night.

Impossible. That was last night. The night he-

Oh no.

Oh HELL no.

David twitched, throbbing, eyes gumming open and popping with stars. He recognised Alex’s flat. The radio crackled nearby, way too fucking loud to be normal.

No... please...

He tried to get up. It hurt.

Anything but THAT...

David planted one hand on the floor. The other followed. He hefted himself up with a crack of cartilage and inspected his hands.

Not hands. Paws. With black fur and vicious, killing claws.

It took the fully-transformed David several moments to realise and understand his predicament. And then he tried to scream.

...

“*JESUS CHRIST*”

“Well.”

“*JESUS FUCKING CHRIST*”

“That’s not supposed to happen.”

David made horrific inhuman noises in his very sudden and very acute distress, brand new paws padding around as he snarled gibberish.

The ghost of his departed friend Jack Goodman, who had been torn open by another werewolf the previous month, frowned with what was left of his face as he watched David stagger drunkenly about. “.... dude, what the fuck”

“*HELP ME*”

Jack raised a finger and tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah I gotta be honest, this really shouldn’t be happening right now.”

“*FOR GOD’S SAKES HELP ME*”

Jack tutted. “I’m a ghost, dumbass! What do you want me to do, haunt you back to normal??”

“*FUCK YOU JACK*”

Jack set his hands on his hips. “Well, that’s just rude!”

“*FUCK YOU SO HARD-*” The newly-minted werewolf paused in his frantic scrambling and snapped his attention fully onto the vision of his friend. “*Wait... you can hear me??*”

Jack shrugged. “Apparently. I mean we ARE kinda linked through weird fucked-up dark magic bullshit.” The decomposing corpse-man frowned as he inspected David’s transformed body. “Huh. Ug-ly.”

David decided he gave no fucks that his dead best friend understood him and flopped back to the floor, both front paws smacking over his face as he released a miserable and horrible moan. “*WHY*”

Jack watched his friend wallow in misery and set himself down in a chair. “Beats me, buddy.”

“*WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME*”

“Wow, where do you want me to start??” Jack scoffed, raising his feet and planting them on David’s improbably hairy back, “Should I get the list?”

David rose and shook his friend off with a snarl. “*PISS OFF, JACK!*”

“Woah, down boy!” Jack chuckled, wearing half a grin on half a face. “This is great.”

David flashed vicious teeth and growled. “*Are you KIDDING ME??? THIS IS THE WORST THING EVER. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.*”

“No, no! David! Don’t you see??” Jack leaned forward and positively beamed, the torn flesh of his corpse-face jiggling with the motion, “this is perfect!”

David cocked his head, suddenly confused at the genuine nature of his friend’s relief. “*What in God’s name are you talking about??*”

“Look! This is a golden opportunity!” Jack said excitedly, “you’re still conscious! You’re still you! You can kill yourself without being a threat to others! This is the perfect time to end it for good! .... David what are you doing.”

David wasn’t listening, too busy twisting and turning and trying to look back and inspect his altered form. “*Oh God... oh Jesus Christ...*” He grunted and huffed, very much unable to form human words, “*I feel so weird*”

“Course you feel weird dumbass, you turned into a giant dog. Now you gonna listen to me or what?”

David apparently wasn’t, yellow eyes scanning frantically as his anxiety kicked back in. “*Oh God... oh fuck... I gotta get outta here! I can’t let Alex see me like this!*”

Jack raised a finger. “But... you CAN let the entire city of fucking London see you?”

“*Go FUCK yourself, Jack!*” David backed up, awkwardly navigating the confined space and unfamiliar with his new body, “*I’m getting the fuck out of here!*”

Jack watched, somewhat amused as his friend wobbled about like a big puppy. “And go where, David? Going on walkies?”

“*FUCK YOU*”

The ghoul watched his werewolf friend stagger off, and released an irritated sigh. “Stupid mutt.”

...

“*Okay... okay... breathe, Kessler. Just breathe.*” David grunted to himself wordlessly, desperately shuffling his hairy mass into his hiding spot. There was a park not far from Alex’s flat, and he had bolted there after managing to paw open a window. Now he occupied the space beneath a bush, attempting to make himself comfortable for the night. “*You’re still you, you don’t want to kill anyone, this is fine. This is just fine. Everything is groovy.*” His ears twitched at the sound of voices, a car door closing, and he watched as a young (and very drunk) couple wandered through the park, utterly oblivious to his presence. He grunted and lowered his head onto his forelimbs, quietly watching as they went off on their way.

“Hey David.”

“*FUCK*” David jumped in alarm and snarled, finding Jack laying beside him and watching the couple go off into the night, “*THE FUCK, JACK???*”

“Ah, young love...” Jack mused, leaning on his side and gesturing with his free hand, “Makes me nostalgic, you know? From when I was alive. That was good times.”

David huffed and glared at his friend. “*Don’t sneak up on me like that! You scared the shit out of me, man!*”

Jack shrugged. “Just go, dude. It’s a park, you’re a dog, what’s the problem?” Jack smirked as David gave him an unimpressed bark, and he raised his hands. “Chill, my man! Look on the bright side, at least you’re not prowling around the city eating people! I mean, who wants to see that?”

David glared at his friend before ignoring him, turning back to set his chin on his forelimbs and glower into the empty park.

“So, what’s the plan David?” Jack said, lazily lounging on his side and playing with a flap of his skin, “any idea what you’re gonna do next?”

David huffed. “*I’m going to stay right here under this bush and not move until sunrise and then when I change back, I’m going right back to the flat. That’s the plan.*”

“Oh I assumed that. I meant with the whole werewolf thing in general.”

David didn’t ‘reply’, himself considering that problem. “*How the fuck should I know, man?*”

Jack ran a hand over his friend’s head and smirked. “You could kill yourself? End your life and the curse with it?”

David shook his head, glaring at the corpse-man. “*Don’t touch me! And no, I am NOT killing myself!!!”

Jack raised his eyebrow, giving David a judgemental look. “The curse HAS to end, David!”

“*There has to be a cure...*” David grumbled to himself, shifting into a more comfortable position in the dirt, “*There has to be...*”

“A cure?? For a thousand-year-old curse???” Jack laughed, seemingly almost enjoying himself as he looked over David’s hairy, agitated form. “Yeah I’m sure they hand them out at the drug store.”

David growled. “*You are REALLY pissing me off, Jack.*”

“ooh, scary!” Jack grinned wide, the skeletal half of his face exaggerating the expression, “don’t get too angry David... you know what happens to dogs that bite!”

David felt the urge to snarl at his friend... but he was able to bite it back, and just set his head down again. He huffed, shifting on his belly and tucking his limbs beneath his bulk a little more.

Okay. It was okay. He didn’t hurt anymore, he was still himself, he’d hide out here and change back in the morning and then get back into the flat somehow and it would all be hunky-dory.

“So,” Jack spoke up again, idly flicking at a twig, “how you feeling about that whole ‘killing yourself and breaking the curse’ thing?”

“*Fuck off and die, Jack.*”

“Right back at you, dog-boy.”

#An American Werewolf in London #Werewolf #David Kessler #Jack Goodman #dumb shit #Yeah David's fully self-aware #and very upset #he's having a bad time #Jack's having a fun time at least #Dog-boy and Dead-guy #they fight evil and solve crimes

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Stephen Graves: Cross-Country Truck Driving

A reflection of the New York Times article on truck driver shortages

Upon graduating college, I’ve had the plan of taking a month to do a cross-country roadtrip with my sister, and making our way out west on Route 66. The ideals of “van-life” have become increasingly popular on the internet, and nobody knows it better than truck drivers. To be in a new city every hour, and new state almost every day would be a curious life.

The article “The Real Reason America Doesn’t Have Enough Truck Drivers,” by Peter S. Goodman follows truck driver, Stephen Graves, on the lonely and stressful job of driving for a living. It’s not an easy job, and not every employee is going to receive the same benefits. Some of the jobs suck, and it’s tolling in many ways which makes it a hard sell. Hearing about Graves’s experiences on the road was touching. You could imagine how lonely it gets, but can also sense the peace in having so much time to yourself– there’s something almost tranquil about it.

Reading this article reminded me of the song “Drivin’ My Life Away,” by Eddie Rabbitt. Specifically the lyrics:

Hey, waitress, pour me another cup of coffee,

Pop it down, jack me up, shoot me out, flyin' down the highway,

Lookin' for the mornin'

It reminds me of how Graves makes a point to learn the names of those pouring his coffee, and to notice the people he’s passing by. Even though the article was about truck driver shortages and the struggle of this job, what I got from it was what I already knew I love about road trips; the intersection of different lives that may never cross again.

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lionowlonao3 · 2 years

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on the three characters #3 and the first three DIs from Death in Paradise.

3. fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with

oh boy, can you imagine trying to convince richard the aliens or zombies actually exist??? definitely fight capitalism with richard

ooooh, the other two are tough... i mean hmm, humphrey actually had that episode with the film set for a film about zombies so?? that i guess?

which works out well bc i would like to fight aliens with jack bc a. he is my favourite of these three and aliens are the most fun, b. he would absolutely befriend the aliens! one of my favourite things about him is that he has befriended seemingly everyone on the entire island, hes such a darling :D

so yes.

fight aliens with jack mooney, fight zombies with humphrey goodman, fight capitalism with richard poole

thank you!

the list of questions

#death in paradise #richard poole #humphrey goodman #jack mooney #fmk alternatives

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HOMEBOUND - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Brainstorm Media

SYNOPSIS: A young woman, Holly, is traveling with her new husband to meet his estranged family for his daughter’s birthday. Upon arrival at the estate he finds his ex-wife is not home. A short time later he receives a text that she is away and will be back much later. As the day progresses the adults begin to wonder that she might be missing and, as their stay goes into the next day the children’s behavior becomes even stranger, more so towards Holly.

REVIEW: Sebastian Godwin’s HOMEBOUND is a contemporary tale with traditional gothic elements that presents an atmosphere similar to Jack Clayton’s 1961 film “The Innocents,” based on Henry James’ "The Turn of the Screw."

The narrative presents Holly, Richard’s new wife, who is the outsider and clearly has been told little, if anything at all, by Richard about his ex and children. Richard is presented as a bit of a character whose dark side begins to present itself when they arrive and time passes. The older children present a closer relationship than they do with their younger sibling. They are on edge, and you can’t help but feel they are hiding something. Holly is the only one who acknowledges that something is wrong, as even Richard seems oblivious to the dark atmosphere in the house. The narrative presents an interesting character study, but it never presents a specific trigger as to why these events are transpiring. Clearly, there is no supernatural element present so we are to assume that there was some type of trauma that led to the situation. The tension builds to a climax where we are present with violence and a resolution that offers little explanation. We are left to assume there is some deeper psychological trauma, and possibly some of Richard’s passed on genetics are responsible for what transpires.

The film has an excellent location, a Victorian “cottage” in a rural setting with some, but many, modern comforts. The costumes are contemporary, but not lavish. The story takes place in this single location with some flashbacks. The cinematography adds a lot of atmosphere and creates this menacing under current. The editing keeps the tale moving along and holds the viewer’s interest. The framing of the shots also adds to the tension to the scenes.

This is an excellent ensemble cast. The family is simply creepy. They’re a contemporary Addams Family, without any of the satire. Raffiella Chapman and Lukas Rolfe create these brooding, dark characters. They are able to juxtapose a sense of innocence that is shrouded in a sinister mystery. Tom Goodman-Hill presents a character that has no business being a parent. There is a psychopathic element to his character that is terrifying. Caught up in this nightmare is Aisling Loftus as Holly. She comes across as Alice who has come to a Mad Hatters Tea Party that is darker than anything Lewis Carroll envisioned. She presents this emotional roller coaster ride that is as intense as it is frightening.

Sebastian Godwin weaves together a frightening feast that grates on the viewer's nerves as he builds to a climax that almost reaches an intensity as that of the “What’s in the Box” scene from “Se7en.” The director offers the viewer some resolution and leaves some to the imagination, empowering the film to linger in the viewer’s psyche beyond the end credits. It is a complex choreography between visuals, performances and the score. The story is not a totally original narrative, but Godwin presents contemporary characters and engages our emotions to take us on the ride. I fully enjoyed what he achieved here and am excited to see what he presents next. HOMEBOUND is well worth the viewing experience.

CAST: Aisling Loftus, Tom Goodman-Hill, Hattie Gotobed, Raffiella Chapman, and Lukas Rolfe CREW: Director/Screenplay - Sebastian Godwin; Producer - Hugo Godwin; Cinematographer - Sergi Vilanova Claudín; Score - Jeremy Warmsley; Editor - Rachel Durance; Production Designer - Zoe Payne; Costume Designer - Gabriela Yiaxis. OFFICIAL: www.brainmedia.com/films/homebound FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/11JABJG9qrU RELEASE DATE: In Theaters and On Demand May 13th, 2022

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

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Stan Lee, la biografía. | TheScareCrow Publications.

Stan Lee

Cómics father.

29/04/2022 By: The ScareCrow.

We all know this true genius behind the Marvel comics, currently we know him above all for his historical cameos in the movies released by Marvel Studios, others, with an older heart and faithful to the comics, people such as myself, know him for having been the creator of the vast majority of superheroes in the Marvel Comics franchise, people who do not know the story very well have even come to think that he founded it, but today I will not tell you that story, I will tell you his story.

Birth

Stanley Martin Lieber was born in the city of Manhattan on December 28, 1922, the son of Jack Lieber and Celia Solomon, his first address was on the corner of West 98th Street and West End Avenue, but due to economic problems caused by the great depression, they had to move to Fort Washington Avenue in Washington Heights and soon after to 1720 University Avenue in the Bronx where he and his brother Larry shared a bedroom while their parents slept on a fold-out sofa.

His begins in art

Because both cinema and literature encouraged his great imagination by devouring everything he could close to art, he managed to get an entrance to DeWitt Clinton High School, where he made his first forays into the art of writing with the great dream of one day. writing what would become the "great American novel" which was alternating with his reality, a poor boy who had to work part-time jobs writing obituaries for a news service and press releases for the National Tuberculosis Center and also as a delivery man, newspaper subscription salesman, and advertiser for the Rivoli Theater on Broadway.

Studies and foray into comics

He graduated from high school at 16 years of age in 1939, at which time he began to live his first great era, in which Martin Goodman (Stan's cousin's husband) had an idea, to extend his magazine publishing to the growing world of comics with "Timely Publications", in that small company they were limited to only a team made up of two people: Joe Simon and Jack Kirby, but at the age of 17 Stan would join them as an assistant, thus debuting in the saga of "Captain America Foils the Traitor's Revenge" in the comic: "Captain America Comics #3" released in 1941 under the pseudonym with which we all know him "Stan Lee". His participation in comics increased to such a degree that for "Captain America #5" he wrote the story "Headline Hunter, Foreign Correspondent" and in August 1941 he created his first superhero for comic #6 of the saga: "Mystic Comics" , called "Destroyer", time after "Jack Frost" and "Father Time".

In the year 1943 after the departure of Joe Simon and Jack Kirby from the franchise, a young Stan Lee of only 19 years would receive the position of internal editor, but thanks to his exceptional talent he was appointed editor-in-chief of the comics division. , her work in that growing franchise is what led her to be a successful and world-renowned franchise.

Season in the army

In 1942 he enlisted in the United States Army, to which he would be called in 1944, where he paid his dues repairing communications infrastructure and writing scripts for training films, manuals and other texts that were requested of him.

Next years

On December 5, 1947, he married Joan Clayton Boocock who died at the age of 95 on December 6, 2017 after almost 70 years of marriage, in 1950 his first daughter Joan Celia Lee was born and in 1953 she would be born his second daughter Jan Lee, who would die three days after birth.

In the following years he dedicated himself to writing comics of all kinds except superheroes because there was not much inclusion of them in these years, since that decade was not very good for comics, however when the writer Julius Schwartz decided to put in Following the plan for the renewal of DC Comics, Martin Goodman, founder of Marvel, suggested the creation of new titles for the company.

Stan used to say, "At this stage of my life, well into my forties, I was a little tired of the middle, but about to throw in the towel it was my wife Joan who suggested that since I was planning on changing careers, I I had nothing to lose and I had to do things as I saw fit", in this way it is that in 1961 Stan created together with Jack Kirby the characters we all know as: "Fantastic Four", "Spider-Man", "Hulk" , "Thor", "X-Men", among others such as the first African-American superhero in history "Black Panther", and such was the success of these characters that in 1966 they received their first adaptation in the television show Titled "The Marvel Super Heroes", he and Jack Kirby began joking in the credits of the comics they wrote, thus giving rise to the pseudonyms; Stan "The Man" Lee and Jack "The King" Kirby.

In the sections known as "Bulpen Bulletins" he left his recognized rubric: Excelsior!, in addition to also touching on sensitive issues at that time such as discrimination and intolerance. In the year of 1972 Stan decided to say goodbye to the writing of monthly comics with "The Amazing Spider-Man #110" and "Fantastic Four #125", thus assuming the role of general editor of Marvel Comics writing scripts only for special occasions.

Arrival of the comic to the show

In the 1970s he took his popularity from comics to entertainment through conventions, interviews and conferences, he would also be named president of the comic book publisher, but would later resign because of "the boring administrative burden it represented"

In that same decade Stan decided to sell the rights to some of his Marvel characters such as Spider-Man and the Hulk to CBS, a deal that gave rise to the first Live-Action shows of these characters: "The incredible Hulk" (1978) and " Marvel: The Amazing Spider-Man" (1977), after the success of this, Stan decided to move from New York to California in 1981 to extend everything related to his comics to the big screen with movies and TV series. In 1998 Stan partnered with Peter Paul to create a new production studio called "Stan Lee Media", but unfortunately this company would close due to legal implications when Paul was found to be illegally manipulating the stock. Two years later he would be called by DC Comics to develop a comic book saga called "Just Imagine", in which he reinvents the origins of DC's most important heroes.

Cameos, a tradition

In the year 2000 he had a brief appearance in the movie X-Men starting the famous Marvel tradition: Stan Lee's cameos.

Awards

In 2006 Marvel decided to commemorate Stan Lee's 65 years with the company with the publication of a comic book saga in which he interacted with some of his most famous creations such as Thor, Spider-Man and the Hulk. In 2008 Stan Lee would receive the "American National Medal of Arts" from then President George W. Bush. Two years later, he created the Stan Lee Foundation to promote diversity, culture, literacy, but above all the arts.

Also in 2011, he won a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Six years later, in the year 2017, to be more precise on July 16, he was named a "Disney Legend", which is a hall of fame for those people who have given a great contribution to the Walt Disney Company.

Death

After undergoing surgery in 2012 at the age of 88 to insert a pacemaker, in 2018 the genius behind Marvel and his heroes died due to an acute myocardial infarction.

Main contributions

The introduction of African-American superheroes to comics.

A foundation in support of culture and art.

Participation in the war.

Fun Facts

Stan did not like people to compare which character is stronger or more powerful, he said: "The writer decides the fate of the story and the character."

In the Marvel Comics multiverse, Stan exists on Earth-1218.

His debut in the comic "Captain America Comics #3" of the saga "Captain America Foils the Traitor's Revenge" was filling in a text.

References

Smash Mexico, Stan Lee, a wonderful life (biography of a genius): Jorge Jurado, 2018.

https://www.smashmexico.com.mx/marvel/stan-lee-biografia-vida/

Search Biographies, Stan Lee, the biography: Víctor Moreno, María E. Ramírez, Cristian de la Oliva, Estrella Moreno, 2019.

https://www.buscabiografias.com/biografia/verDetalle/10389/Stan%20Lee

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Meeting and Dating Jack Goodman

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Most of these can probably go for both normal jack and ghost jack but the hcs center around him being amongst the undead. I wouldn’t mind writing some hcs specifically for human Jack though)

- You first met Jack in highschool. Initially, you were friends with David who was in a few of your classes, but soon enough David introduced you to Jack and the three of you became a trio.

- Jack fell for you the moment he saw you, or at least couldn’t help but find you incredibly attractive. You probably thought he was just nervous when you first met with the way he was stumbling over his words and acting so awkward. Gosh, David had a field day with him after you left.

- To Jack, you’re completely out of his league and there is no chance that you would be interested in him. But he has to try. Too bad his “trying” isn’t nearly as obvious as he would like it to be.

- The two of you gradually spend more time together, going from only hanging out once in a while; and only with David, to hanging out for hours on your own. Every time you’re together he tries to psychically project his feelings into your mind.

- Its nearly a year later that he actually tries to put the moves on you but at that point you’re such good friends that you don't even notice what he’s trying to do. Every proposition of a date is just him asking to hang out. Every romantic compliment or pickup line results in you laughing and telling him to stop messing around. He doesn’t know how much more of it he can take.

- When the three of you graduated highschool, you’d decided that you’d take a year off and vacation in Italy. The boys wanted to go backpacking so they agreed to meet you there. Of course, they never really did, did they?

- You were beside yourself when you heard about what happened. Here you were, in the middle of a foreign country supposed to be having the time of your life and instead, you find out that one of your best friends is killed by an animal and that the other is recovering in a London hospital. Jack was dead, it was like the idea wouldn’t register in your mind. Jack was dead and you’d never see him again.

“Y/n came to my funeral. Gosh, she really looked torn up,” Jack smiled at David almost sheepishly. “Do you think now would be a bad time to tell her how I feel?”

- It was a few days after his funeral that you first saw him again. You though that you were going crazy, that your grief had gotten the better of you and you were having a serious lapse in your sanity. But it all seemed far too real, too detailed to be a hallucination.

- After hearing about what happened, you’d cancelled the rest of your trip and went back home. You’d holed yourself up in your room for a week before you finally forced yourself to go outside, though it was only to attend Jacks funeral.

- You were curled up on your bed, still dressed in your funeral attire and feeling utterly miserable as you fumbled with a book you’d borrowed from the boy for your plane ride to Italy. The room was quiet, save for you sniffling, ...up until a sudden voice rang out.

“You never did get the chance to give me that back.”

- Your eyes widened as you clumsily sat up and turned around. There he was, standing in the doorway to your bedroom; torn and bloodied but there. You watched as he walked inside the room, smiling at you as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. Feeling the mattress sink under his weight was what fully convinced you that you weren’t just going mad.

- Your mouth went completely dry as you looked at him. You couldn’t think of anything to say even as you tried your hardest. All you could manage to get out was a “how” and a clumsy sounding “what”.

“How ya doin y/n/n? Wonderful service wasn’t it. I was glad to see you there. I think my parents were too, they always liked you,” he said sweetly though the words held a bitter air. “You know, I was thinking about sticking around here a bit. You said I was always welcome and, well, being around the dead all the time is really starting to bum me out. I much prefer your company.

- You inched closer to him, placing a tentative hand on his cleaner shoulder before moving it to touch his undamaged cheek. His skin was cold but you could touch it as though he were really there. Letting out a sob, you lunged forward, smushing you’re lips against his cheek and pressing your forehead to the side of his head.

“Well don't get all mushy on me now.”

- True to his word, he did stay, albeit in intervals. Every now and again, he’d disappear for a while but he always came back and was seemingly content and relieved to be around you.

- Its not very long after he comes back into your life that he finally confesses his feelings. He figures that, hey, he’s dead, what else has he got to lose? So one night, just as you’re drifting off to sleep, he enters your room and kneels beside your bed, delicately shaking you awake.

“Y/n/n? I know its late but I’ve been sitting up and thinking. Thinking about my life, all the things that happened, everything I should have done. I realized that I didn’t do much at all. I mean; I should have met more people, went out more, slept around more.” he chuckled softly though it sounded more like a scoff than anything else.

“But you see, I can live with all of that, or, well... nevermind! The point is, that there was one thing that I should have done that I never did, something that I can’t just let go of. …I should have kissed you Y/n. I should have kissed you and never stopped. I was an idiot, I was an idiot because I never told you how I felt when I had the chance. Well now I’m a lousy mess of ghostly meat but I’m going to finally tell you.” He paused, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his nerves. Even in death, he was a coward.

“Y/n. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you and never once has that love gone away; …not even in death. I know this isn’t very orthodox and that I’m not a very nice looking corpse either. …And maybe this whole thing is insane and I never should have said anything at all!” He spoke as though he finally realized how bizarre the situation was, an nervous edge in his voice. He paused and collected himself before speaking again. “…but I did say it, so now we’re just gonna have to move on from here.”

- None of his dreams could have ever prepared him for the sheer shock and joy that he felt when you told him that you liked him too.

“So you’re saying we could have been together all of this time?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. With a tired smile, you beckoned him into your bed and laid back once again to go to sleep, this time with him by your side.

- You had your first date in your house, cuddled up on your couch and watching movies. It was just like any other day yet different at the same time. It felt right.

- The two of you shared your first kiss that same day when you were saying goodnight to each other. You were going to go to bed and he wanted to stay up a bit longer so he walked you to your bedroom. You both paused at the door before he leant down and kissed you gently, saying goodnight with a smile as you retreated into the room.

- And so, the dead joined the living... in her small studio apartment.

- Jack is sort of an indoor boyfriend so to speak. He’s a ghost; and a mangled one at that, so you can’t exactly be seen with him out in public.

- He’s a bit clingy. He’s pretty much always alone when you’re not around so he hates when you have to leave him.

- I hope you don't mind gore because his isn’t going away anytime soon.

- Please let him kiss you. Please. He is literally begging you to makeout with him.

“I know the face is a bit messy but my lips are still perfectly intact.”

- Humor is sort of a defense mechanism for him. Whenever he’s nervous or doesn’t know what to say; or how to say what he wants to say, he’ll just keep cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh in an effort to ease the tension.

- Getting surprise visits. He’ll most definitely scare you with the way he just pops up wherever you are, though its hard to stay mad at him when he says that he missed you.

- Sudden butt pinches and grabs. He puts his hands behind his back whenever you turn to look at him, glancing away and whistling before looking at you with a little devilish smile.

- Jaw kisses. He loves them and he loves giving them though he uses his for evil.

- Cuddling? He loves it though it may be a bit difficult with his …injuries. You'll usually lay side by side and hold hands while you sleep or you’ll clutch his hand to your chest and snuggle into that.

- You can’t exactly go on dates so you’ll have to find things to do at home, unless you want to go somewhere very secluded.

- Picnics in the woods.

- Late night walks. You’re pretty much only able to go out with him when it’s dark, otherwise you’ll have to pretend he’s not there which certainly puts a damper on things.

- Curling up on the couch together with some hot chocolate and a corny sitcom.

- Giving him some goddamn toast. There's not much to eat in the spirit world and god does he miss your cooking. Would you mind making him something?

- Talking to a corpse is boring. To him, you’re a much better conversationalist, even if you think you're a bad one.

- He has a bad habit of speaking when he shouldn't or saying the wrong thing. Nowadays, there’s not too many instances where that's a problem though it’s certainly earned him a few glares from you.

- Lovingly calling him meatloaf and chopped liver. He …tolerates it; only because you look at him so sweetly when you do so.

- Is he legally obligated to say your name; at least, twice during every conversation of yours? At this point, you’re honestly pretty sure he is. He doesn’t use nicknames though he doesn’t have anything against them, he just prefers saying your real name.

- He has kind eyes, doesn’t he? It seems like whenever you turn to him, he’s always gazing down at you with this sincere look of absolute adoration. It makes your heart skip a beat every time.

- Jack is a bit naive when it comes to girls or, rather, girls he’s in love with. He always believes what you say and falls for your devilish little tricks.

- David definitely teased him relentlessly for his crush on you and was betting on the two of you getting together. The circumstances aren’t the best but at least it happened, right?

- He’s a fan of old literature and makes references to it whenever he can. If he finds out you haven't read his favorite novel, he will literally sit you down and force you to.

- Teasing compliments. They aren’t the most romantic but hey, they still make you smile.

“Baby there is nothing mediocre about your body.”

- He likes sitting in your bathroom while you take a shower so that the two of you can talk. He also likes doing it so he can watch you shower but you like to focus on his interest in what you have to say, it’s much sweeter.

- He’s a horny boy, even in death. Are ghost boners a thing? Well he’s certainly gonna find out.

- Being welcomed home by a smooth jazz record and him patiently awaiting your arrival with a somewhat suggestive grin.

- Every time you say something all lovey dovey to him, he swears his heart nearly starts beating again. He never knows what to say back, he usually just turns red and laughs all shyly.

- He makes a big deal out of your birthdays, he doesn’t let you just forget about them or treat them like any other day. You’re alive! You’re another whole year older! …Fuck! …You’re aging and you’re going to keep aging.... He’ll try not to think about that part.

- Getting to hear little bits of gossip. No one can see him so he’s certainly witnessed some interesting things, interesting things he likes to tell you about.

- Nosy ghosty. He snoops around your stuff constantly. He’s practically memorized your entire house down to a T.

- Having to accept that there’s a lot of supernatural things in the world. Werewolves, ghosts, and who knows what else; they’re all real and your life has just been completely normal up until now.

- Getting to have all of your questions about death answered though some of the more painful things, he’ll keep a secret just because he doesn’t want to make you upset.

- I feel as though his looks can depend on his mood and also the type of spiritual day it is. You know how some days are considered more spiritual than others? Well on those days, he’s normal, looking very chipper and with a lot of energy. On bad days, he’s practically a skeleton with a few flaps of dried up skin.

- He usually hides away during his bad days, not wanting you to see him like that and be scared away. You reassure him that you’ll love him no matter what but a part of you is sort of thankful. You don’t know if you want to see him all horribly decomposed.

- He does get jealous. I mean, he’s a ghost, you're human. Plus, he was a loser in life, why wouldn’t you pick the attractive living guy whose hitting on you over him.

- He uses humor to pretend like he isn't bothered by the guys actions but will call him an asshole or something otherwise insulting later when you're alone together. Like out of nowhere, he’ll make some offhanded comment about the guy and you’ll realize he’s still mad about it. You just agree with him and give him a kiss.

- A part of him; a selfish, disgusting part of him wishes that you were dead. That something would happen to you, something quick and painless but something. On one hand, he wants you to live the life that he couldn't. But he also can’t help but want you with him, encased in eternity as beautiful as always and just how he remembers you.

- He used to be more of a coward but now that he’s dead, he really has nothing to fear, does he? The only thing he’s worried about is your wellbeing.

- You’re very good at changing his mind and convincing him to do things. He defends himself by saying its because he likes you so much and that you should consider yourself lucky that he does.

- He’s not stupid, maybe a bit cowardly at times but not stupid, if something doesn't feel right he’s getting the hell out of there and making sure he takes you right along with him. As much as he’d love an equally undead girlfriend, he knows you aren’t ready to go and shouldn’t be going.

- He’s quite protective of you. He hates even thinking about you being hurt in any way. He literally can’t even hear about it in hypothetical situations.

- He cant stand seeing you cry. He never knows what to say or do. He always yearns to comfort you but god, how does he do that? He’ll usually just rub your back and let you cry into his shoulder, trying his best to crack some carefully selected jokes in an attempt to make you feel better.

- He can be annoyingly persistent when he wants something. He wont let up so unless you’ve got real thick skin and the patience of a saint. You’ll wind up doing what he asks just to get him off your case. If you don’t do it for him, he’ll wind up doing it for himself anyways so don’t sweat it too much.

- There's constant short lived bickering between the two of you. It’s just how he is. He’s a smartass, especially when something bothering him and highly argumentative when something doesn’t sit right with him. You don’t have all that many real fights though.

- He apologizes when he’s in the wrong or when he feels that he could have handled things better, shyly and jokingly pleading with you to not try and exorcise him while pressing little kisses across your face.

- He doesn't say he loves you very often. He deems it a very serious thing to say and saying it makes him nervous so he keeps it reserved for special moments.

- Well, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon so I hope you’re ready for a long relationship.

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