#jesse eisenberg there it is

[quirkle2]

who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)

His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.

The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.

The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.

Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.

Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.

Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.

He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.

Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.

He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”

Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.

He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.

They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.

Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.

Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.

He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.

It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.

He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.

If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.

He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.

Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.

He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.

He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.

The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.

His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.

Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.

Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.

Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.

Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.

His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.

Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.

Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.

Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.

Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.

The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.

#qkwrites #zombie au #hi <3 #why am i nervous to share this . jayshut up #just to be clear this isn't going to be a full fic #i don't ? believe in my ability to write a Good zombie apocalypse story #at least one in a novel-like layout yaknow #partly bc i know i'll struggle w the logistics and consistency #but also bc i haven't seen a whole lot of zombie media before #i've never watched the walking dead i've never seen any of the popular zombie movies or shows #i think i watched zombieland 2 once ... the one with woody harrelson and thatone guy #uhm. he looks a bit like michael cera but he's Not michael cera. im not crazy he Does resemble him #jesse eisenberg there it is #but that's.the extent of my experience with zombie things #so i!!! wouldn't know if im just making overdone cliche shit #i prolly already am.this concept is prolly old news. i wouldn't know i don't fucking watch zombie stuff VGEAIYVA #idk.my confidence for this isn't there so im not makin it a fic even tho i kinda want to #but i do still wanna write them. so any zombie au writing will be in little micro-scenes like this <3 #some of em might be bigger than others idk yet. we'll see #i Thought i could call this a drabble. but then i learned that drabbles are literally supposed to be exactly 100 words #this is . notthat GVIYEAGVA #ritsu kageyama #mp100 ritsu #mp100 shigeo #mp100 mob #shigeo kageyama #i feel bad putting this in the main tags but.i mean it Does pertain .... #not the mp100 tag tho . iwon't do that to u

[loverofsoups]

Mark? MARK? Hes wired in. Sorry? He’s wired in. Is he? Yes. How bout now you still wired in? Call security. You issued 24 million new shares of stock! You were told that if new investors came along- how much were your shares diluted? How much were his? You signed the papers. You set me up! You’re gonna blame me because you were the business head of the company and you made a bad business deal with your own company? This is gonna be like im not a part of facebook. It won’t be like youre not a part of facebook. Youre not a part of facebook. My name’s on the masthead! You might wanna check again. Is this because i froze the account??? You think we were gonna let you parade around in your ridiculous suits pretending you were running this company? SORRY MY PRADAS AT THE CLEANERS! Along with my hoodie and my fuck you flip flops, you pretentious douchebag! Security’s here, youll be leaving now. Im not signing those papers. We’ll get that signature. Tell me this isnt about me getting into the Phoenix. You… you did it i knew you did it! You planted the story about the chicken! I didnt plant that story about the chicken- Whats he talking about? You had me accused of animal cruelty! Seriously. What the hells the chicken? And i’ll bet what you hated the most, is that they identified me as a co founder of facebook WHICH I AM. You better lawyer up asshole, cause im not coming back for 30%… im coming back for EVERYTHING. Get him out of here. Its okay, I’m going. Hang on! Almost forgot. Here’s your $19,000. I wouldn’t cash it though i drew it on the account you froze. I like standing next to you, Sean. It makes me look so tough.

#tsn #the social network #eduardo saverin #mark zuckerberg #andrew garfield #jesse eisenberg #markwardo

[k-wame]

Jesse Eisenberg as Ralphie & Sallieu Sesay as Ahmet Manodrome (2023) · dir. John Trengove

#filmedit #manodrome #manodrome 2023 #jesse eisenberg #film #movie #sallieu sesay #john trengove #couple #kiss #affection #intimacy #desire #gay #lgbt #queer #queer media #beautiful men

[zanephillips]

Jesse Eisenberg as Toby Fleishman Fleishman Is In Trouble 1.02 "Welcome to Paniquil"

#jesse eisenberg #toby fleishman #fleishman is in trouble #tvedit #tv #actor #men #menedit #jeisenbergedit #gifs #mine #* #filmvoyeurs

[vvestcoast]

he's at it again

#jesse eisenberg

[pecquacti]

christy lee obsession… well somebody’s got to do it, is the thing

#the social network #brenda song #jesse eisenberg #mark zuckerberg #christy lee #i think they should hang out one-on-one. just to see what would happen

[kenstaroyco]

Andrew Garfield and Jesse Eisenberg The Social Network (2010) dir. David Fincher

#andrew garfield #andrewgarfieldedit #agarfieldedit #jesse eisenberg #the social network #tsnedit #filmgifs #filmedit #filmandtv #usermaya #userkeanu #ryancoogler #userlolo #mygifs #david fincher really said im gonna make every other scene a different color

[her-soliloquies]

The castings I would recommend as protagonists for gay movies with guaranteed success (In order) :

1. Michael Fassbender & James McAvoy

2. Dylan O'Brien & Thomas Brodie-Sangster

3. Ben Barnes & Andrew Garfield

4. Andrew Garfield & Jesse Eisenberg

5. Bradley James & Colin Morgan

We already know they have great chemistry on screen (except Ben and Andrew, but I'm willing to bet they'll be magical)

Add your own castings!

This could be our contribution to the film industry (not that they need our help or sth)

I would add Ben Barnes and Freddy Carter too but I feel like I would be judged

#michael fassbender #james mcavoy #cherik #fassavoy #mcbender #xmen first class #dylan o'brien #thomas brodie sangster #newtmas #dylmas #the maze runner #ben barnes #andrew garfield #wolfstar #jesse eisenberg #markwardo #jewnicorn #the social network #bradley james #colin morgan #merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #gay movies #lgbtq movies #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

#movies #polls #zombieland #2000s movies #ruben fleischer #woody harrelson #jesse eisenberg #emma stone #requested #have you seen this movie poll

[leolynn]

#this is so fucking funny to me #red white and royal blue #red white & royal blue #letterboxd #jesse eisenberg #andrew garfield #the social network #first prince

[pnt03prcnt]

happy social network sunday (the social network fandom is dying .. repost if you are a true Social Networker..)

#the social network #tsn #markwardo #eduardo saverin #mark zuckerberg #andrew garfield #jesse eisenberg #fanart #my art #magnet redraw #they deserved one.. #thank you tumblr for desaturating the colors for no reason!thankyouthankyou #this sux bc i drew it on procreate .. clip studio over everything

[torturedbitchesdepartment]

mark. MARK. he’s wired in. i’m sorry? he’s wired in. is he? yes. how ‘bout now. are you still wired in? call security. you issued over 24 million new shares of stock. you were told that if new investors came along-how much were your shares diluted? how much were his? what was mr. zuckerberg’s ownership share diluted down to? it wasn’t. what was mr. moskowitz’s ownership share diluted down to? it wasn’t. what was sean parker’s ownership share diluted down to? it wasn’t. what was peter thiel’s ownership share diluted down to? it wasn’t. what was your ownership share diluted down to? point zero three percent. you signed the papers. you set me up. you’re gonna blame me because you were the business head of the company and you made a bad business deal with your own company? it’s gonna be like i’m not a part of facebook. it won’t be like you’re not part of facebook. you’re not part of facebook. my name’s on the masthead. you might wanna check again. is this because i froze the account? you think we were gonna let you parade around in your ridiculous suits pretending you were running the company? SORRY MY PRADA’S AT THE CLEANERS. ALONG WITH MY HOODIE AND MY FUCK YOU FLIP FLOPS YOU PRETENTIOUS DOUCHEBAG. security’s here. you’ll be leaving now. i’m not signing those papers. we will get the signature. tell me this isn’t about me getting into the phoenix. you…you did it! i knew you did it! you planted that story about the chicken! what’s he talking about? i didn’t plant the story about the chicken. you had me accused of animal cruelty. seriously, what the hell’s the chicken? and i’ll bet what you hated the most is that they identified me as a co-founder of facebook, which i am. you better lawyer up, asshole, cause i’m not coming back for thirty percent. i’m coming back for everything. get him outta here. it’s okay. i’m going. hang on. i almost forgot, here’s your nineteen thousand dollars. i wouldn’t cash it, though. i drew it on the account you froze? i like standing next to you, sean. it makes me look so tough.

#andrew garfield #justin timberlake #jesse eisenberg #mine #the social network #shitpost #mark zuckerberg #cinema #eduardo saverin #sean parker

[k-wame]

JESSE EISENBERG as Ralphie & SALLIEU SESAY as Ahmet Manodrome (2023) · dir. John Trengove

#filmedit #manodrome #manodrome 2023 #jesse eisenberg #film #movie #sallieu sesay #john trengove #couple #kiss #affection #intimacy #desire #gay #lgbt #queer #queer media #beautiful men

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield and Jesse Eisenberg meet up on Friday (May 6, 2011) in the Soho neighborhood of New York City.

#andrew garfield #jesse eisenberg #cute couple #the social network #eduardo saverin #mark zuckerberg #peter parker #spider man #tasm #the amazing spider man #tasm peter parker #tasm peter #tasm spiderman #andrew peter parker #andrew peter #andrew spiderman #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield spiderman x reader #sincericida #candids

[gothicwill]

How do I look someone in the eye and tell them that the piece of literature that irreversibly changed my outlook on life and especially love and relationships in general was a markwardo social network fanfic

#like ugh no one gets them like I do #tsn #markwardo #mark zuckerberg #jesse eisenberg #eduardo saverin #andrew garfield #the social network

[theidlespoon]

my roman empire is the "SORRY my prada is at the dry cleaners along with my hoodie and my fuck you flipflops you PRETENTIOUS douchebag" scene from the social network. if you even care.

#roman empire #the social network #andrew garfield #text post #textpost #shitpost #tumblr #humour #relatable #humor #lmao #funny #random thought #fandom #the amazing spiderman #spiderman #jesse eisenberg #if you even care