The Bowery Presents
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@filmdeve10ped
#filmdeve10ped. a heavily canon divergent interpretation of jonathan ‘the creep’ byers. focusing on 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘁, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚. extremely selective and private. slow replies, very low activity. adored by arwen, 27, barista, autistic, any pronouns. est. ‘20. revamped '25.
thinking planning and plotting.
if i come back.
restart ghost oc and revamp jon
restart ghost oc and keep jon here
arwen lookie button
maybe i come back….
if i picked up a character from shoresy…..
WHAT COMES AFTER LOVE 사랑 후에 오는 것들 (2024)
pride and prejudice au where jonathan is the lizzie bennet type.
The Clash - This Is Radio Clash
DAMN .... you've gotten stronger. ©
⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ recognition ] sender stops short when they see receiver, like the world needs a second to catch up
[ double take ] sender walks past receiver before realizing, then turns back too fast
[ breath ] sender stares at receiver in disbelief, forgetting how to breathe
[ hesitant ] sender takes a step toward receiver, then pauses, unsure if they’re allowed
[ voice ] sender tries to speak to receiver and fails
[ hug ] sender pulls receiver into a tentative hug that tightens like it’s been waiting years
[ forehead ] sender rests their forehead gently against receiver’s
[ laugh ] sender laughs mid-embrace, tears slipping out at the same time
[ hands ] sender cups receiver’s face or grips their arms like proof this is real
[ silent ] sender and receiver stand together without speaking, just breathing the same air
[ unsure ] sender hovers close, unsure whether to hug again or step back
[ scent ] sender breathes in receiver like memory made real
[ tension ] sender lets out a soft, incredulous laugh that breaks the moment open
[ touch ] sender squeezes receiver’s hand
[ presence ] sender stays close to receiver, finding that just being there is enough
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ i can’t believe it’s really you. ❞
❝ i thought about this moment more times than i can count. ❞
❝ you look… the same. a little different. still the same, though. ❞
❝ i didn’t realize how much i missed you until now. ❞
❝ i didn’t know it would feel like this. ❞
❝ i was afraid you wouldn’t be here. ❞
❝ i’ve waited a long time for this. ❞
❝ i don’t know what to say, i just— ❞
❝ i didn’t think i’d ever see you again. ❞
❝ you’re really here. ❞
❝ i held onto the idea of you. ❞
❝ i didn’t know how much i needed this. ❞
❝ it feels like coming home. ❞
❝ i never stopped missing you. ❞
❝ i thought i’d moved on. i hadn’t. ❞
❝ i don’t want to let go again. ❞
❝ you’re still my person. ❞
❝ i kept hoping. ❞
❝ i don’t care how long it’s been. ❞
❝ seeing you makes everything else fade. ❞
❝ i’ve carried you with me this whole time. ❞
❝ i didn’t realize how much space you left behind. ❞
❝ i don’t need answers right now. just this. ❞
❝ we’re here. that’s what matters. ❞
jon’s main verse partner is nettie @absentpublic btw.
i still think robi.n getting slimed out by a demo while video killed the radio star played would’ve been peak cinema.
did i bully one of my best friends into writing shane and ilya from hr with me……
ok ik munday was yesterday but like. look at my hair.
Jonathan saving Steve and Nancy
Hey, lovebirds!
“It’s a bad habit of mine to say “I’m sorry” as a reaction to everything. It comes out whenever I’m sad, scared, or confused, even when I’m the one getting hurt.”
— howtoevaporate (via wnq-writers)
@filmdeve10ped: [ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss / accepting.
the town is, to put it simply, in tatters. an argument could be made it was even before the other world tore itself open, with the veritable witch hunts & constant stirring of something very wicked under the ground. her visions had been worsening, her mother's leash growing tighter, & the dull sting of the usual torment by peers was reaching a fever pitch. but none of that really matters, does it? people died. some by design of that thing, some by being in the way.
& to add insult to injury, the library exploded. she's had no real escape; nowhere to go. maybe that's why she's scrambled for things to bring to the high school -- to get out.
people are leaving, & she doesn't blame them. she's pulling a wagon of blankets & perishables across one of the few intact crosswalks when an unfamiliar van passes on the perpendicular road. then it stops, the poor brakes sounding worn & tired. the brunette still continues to cross the road. it's not her business, she figures. maybe some news crew, looking for a big story off a poor town. she only turns to look once she's pulled the wagon back on the sidewalk. her heart both plummets & soars in equal measure. the handle on the wagon clatters on the pavement & she freezes for just a moment, already magnified eyes wide as if he'll disappear should she blink.
"j - jon -- !" she surges forward, throwing her arms around him.
perhaps she should expect what comes next, all things considered. but the kiss, welcome as it is, catches her off guard. a high-pitched, squeaky sound of surprise escapes her, though she returns the gesture quickly enough. annette stands on her toes.
she only barely retreats for breath, her face & ears warm. she should say something. anything. i've read that letter a thousand times. i tried to respond, i did, & of course i feel the same. there's millions of things she wants to say. instead, all she really manages? "hi."
he’s never been one to describe missing someone as a craving . but it’s been months since he’s seen annette , his nettie , and he’s been counting down the days between when he left and now –– he had thought it was corny , how mike had kept track when he lost eleven , but he understands him fully and completely now . he might hate this town , he might have been secretly glad that they moved away under the guise of never coming back . but hawkins brought him her , and he would forever be indebted to it for that .
he had screamed for argyle to stop the car the moment he saw her with the wagon . everyone in the van jolted , almost violently , as it came to a screeching halt , but he doesn’t hesitate . the van isn’t even in park yet when he’s ripping his seatbelt off and slamming open the passenger side door . she spots him then , and they lunge towards together , like two suns that had fallen into orbit , colliding , as they were always meant to . he presses a hand to the back of her head , fingers locking into curly twines of brown threads . she barely gets his name out of her mouth before he’s pressing his own lips to hers , breathing her in , like a man starved . a man , in craving .
he doesn’t know how long they stand like that , kissing on the sidewalk , pouring all of their longing and yearning into each other . like a cup of water about to spill over . but however long it was is not enough . he pulls away , internally cursing his lungs for needing to breathe , but jonathan still holds her close . the creep and the banshee , reunited at last .
❝ hey . fuck . i’ve really missed you . could ya tell ? ❞
