Monkey On Your Back Part 2

Rufus Remore in gold eyeliner, I wish I could remember who said he'd play with make-up if they had it in Pallimustus, so I could credit you for my brain rot😭 so if you're out there let me know!

I thought I remembered it saying he wore silk robes at some point, so I gave him one of those ridiculously fancy dressing gown style ones, like he's getting ready in the morning lol

Taika and Farrah fucking in the background while Clive and Jason are dancing around each other lol. They basically spend every free hour together. Jason goes to class, then Clive’s lab as a research assistant, then they go home together, Jason makes dinner and their lunch for tomorrow, and they fall asleep.

Clive occasionally helps Jason with his homework, Jason makes sure Clive doesn’t fall asleep and drool all over his books. Clive has never been so healthy. They almost forget that they met on a date.

A modern day AU where Clive is a lonely researcher and Jason works part time at a dumpling soup shop and at an office supply store.

Clive only goes out for three things - food, office supplies, and basic necessities. Somehow he runs into Jason doing all three of these. And somehow, the chef/server who will let Clive rant about his research, coworkers, the university (all while looking very interested), remembers his name and says hi to him every time they see each other.

forgot to share my svsss doodles on here!! immediately just wanted to draw LBH first and foremost

Yep! I’m hoping to finish it sometime soon. I like the idea of Spencer coming into the gas station and (very forcibly) making Jack to take care of himself.

I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)

Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:

The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.

An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.

Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…

He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.

Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.

The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.

After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.

“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”

“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.

“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.

A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.

Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.

“What?”

Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.

“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.

“No thank you.”

“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.

“I’m allergic to poison.”

This for Jason.

I need him to have his mental breakdown in front of the team. Sobbing. Literally inconsolable. Not a single person knows what to do. But Jason cannot move and cannot stop crying and gasping like he suddenly needs air to breathe.

lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die

I need to finish writing my fanfictions so that I can forget about it and then reread it and be surprised by whatever it is that I wrote.

Jack: "Spencer... what are you doing?"

Spencer Middleton, who is actively burying a body: "Hot girl shit."

professors of hogwarts 🧙🏼‍♀️🧙🏼‍♂️

Art by Vladislav Pantic

I’m so confused. I don’t know whether to be happy that Castiel confessed his love or mortified that as soon as he did he went straight to angel hell.

All I know is that I’ve got this big, awkward grin on my face that sometimes turns into a grimace.

consequences of a good nights sleep