#about jon

[jonvandernoorde]

Yes

Jon will fuck while in his suit. Beg and he might even roll up the cuffs.

[thehighscarecrow]

Do you have any domestic Scarecrow headcanons? Please share if you do, thank you!! <3

Oof this ask went under my radar for awhile so sorry about that. But some domestic and random Scarecrow headcanons (for my Jon) are ready to be shared:

Jon forgets to put his shit away the night after a heist so he's constantly tripping over his stuff the next morning

He doesn't fully function until he's had at least three cups of coffee and half a bowl of cereal

He has cans of silly string left over from Halloween gifted to him by Eddie so he uses them on annoying people who show up at his door

He still has an old fashioned answering machine hooked up to his phone and hasn't changed the message for 5 years

Sometimes he'll forget to do his laundry and ends up stealing some of Eddies leggings and shirts so he looks like a lanky green bean

He likes to dress up in weird outfits whenever he needs to go to the laundrymat just to make people uncomfortable. His current favorite is drunk soccar dad with no filter

Every Thursday is clean out the truck day and he spends most of his time wondering why theres french fries wedged under the seats as he can never remember buying them

He collects Burger King paper crowns and wears them around everytime he finishes the daily crossword before Eddie

If you show up while he's watching the Golden Girls and you're not Eddie, Jervis or Harley he'll lock you down in his basement and force you to listen to baby shark on repeat until he's done

He collects various discounted teas from the local shops to harass Jarvis with

He once created an elephant toothpaste knockoff in his microwave and flooded his kitchen

He picked up yoga from Eddie and does his best to do it to stay limber

He's tripped over his own scythe more times than he can count because he never puts the fucking thing away

He collects online coupons for door dash to use while in Arkham

His cell phone is an old nokia flip phone that's covered in random cell phone charms that he stole while high

He wears his straw hat while gardening

He once found a semi intelligent mold colony under his sink

Whenever he loses a sock in the wash he goes and steals one of Eddies to compensate

[somuchbetterthanthat]

I’ve been itching to write Melanie/Georgie for such a long time, people. Love them, think they had to deal with a lot of personal issues to get to a soft place together. Not sure I’ve got their voices perfectly right here, but oh well.

“So, er. Boundaries?” Melanie asks once she’s out of the bathroom, wearing one of Georgie’s pajamas. 

She’s crossed her arms on her chest, her chin up like she’s expecting something unpleasant, as if Georgie hasn’t already agreed to have her sleep here tonight. (As if Georgie hasn’t already broken her first rule, as if she isn’t thinking of breaking so many more, because much as she tries, there’s something charming in Melanie’s sharp laughter and the dubious faces she makes when they watch movies together, and there’s something about the way Melanie looks at her when she thinks Georgie’s not looking, uncertain but soft, eager, happy.) 

“Try not to steal the blankets?” she says out loud and Melanie narrows her eyes. 

“I may kick though,” she says, a bit too abrupt (it reminds Georgie of -- but the way Melanie talks when she’s ashamed of something is aggressive more than defensive. It’s not like -- like. Well it’s not like him.) “Sometimes I scream. Nightmares.”

“I don’t mind,” Georgie says. “If it gets too bad, I’ll wake you.” there’s a beat, and then she adds: “I actually tend to hoard the blankets.”

That actually makes Melanie smile; “Knew it,” she says with exaggerated smugness, and lets her arms fall back against her sides. 

Georgie tries not to think of how nice it feels, every time she gets through Melanie’s sharp edges. It’s funny how sometimes it takes years to notice things about someone. Like how pretty their smiles are, when they’re genuine. 

“Were you trying to trick me into admitting my bad sleeping habits?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. 

“Shamelessly,” Melanie proclaims, “and it clearly works, too. See, that’s totally why I was the one who handled the preliminary interviews with Ghost Hunt UK. I’m excellent at making people betray themselves.”

“I’m very impressed.”

“Damn right you are.”

Melanie is still grinning at her and Georgie’s lips quirk up as well. She sits on the bed, moves under the blankets, and waves at Melanie to do the same. Melanie doesn’t hesitate this time, settles next to her with a sigh, muttering about proper pillows as she nuzzles into the one nearest her, and Georgie itches to say you could have proper pillows if you didn’t insist on living in that creepy place. They argued about this two weeks ago and it ended with Melanie breaking a mug in Georgie’s kitchen, and staring at it with such anguish afterwards that Georgie promised herself not to raise the subject again. Melanie’s going to therapy. Melanie’s doing fine. She doesn’t need Georgie to tell her what the next steps are. Surely she knows. Surely she’s going to --

“Lights?” Melanie asks quietly and Georgie startles. 

“Right,” she says, and turns to switch off the lamp. “Right,” she repeats, once they’re in the dark. “Well, goodnight.”

“...Goodnight.”

Melanie’s voice is soft. Georgie fights the impulse to turn to look at her, to map out her silhouette in the bed. If she did that, she knows she wouldn’t be able to resist moving closer, until their legs brush against each other. And if that happened, well --

“Hey, Georgie?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it --” Georgie hears Melanie take a sharp breath, and tenses a little. “Is this a thing? Are we -- being a thing?”

“A thing,” Georgie repeats; fondness battles wariness. 

“You know what I mean.”

“We’re just sleeping. It doesn’t have to be a thing.”

“Y’know, I would have agreed if you hadn’t made it a specific rule like, four months ago, when you said you’d help me ,that it was probably best if I didn’t stay at your place. So it kinda feels like something might have changed and, look, I don’t want to make this awkward but, the therapist says it’s healthy to communicate so -- is it a thing?”

“I --” Georgie stares at her ceiling. Who is she to argue against a therapist? “I don’t know,” she says, a bit helplessly. “It could be.”

“Oh.”

Silence falls between them; if she concentrates very hard, Georgie can pretend she feels properly nervous or scared of what Melanie’s reaction could be. As it is, she only feels a bit sad and unsure when Melanie says: 

“Probably not the best idea, uh?”

“Probably not,” she agrees quietly. 

The bed creaks as Melanie shifts next to her. Georgie gives in, and turns her head. It takes a minute, but eventually, she feels Melanie’s fingers brushing oh so very carefully against her wrist, and she breathes out slowly. She grabs her hand, squeezes it, and Melanie clears her throat.

“‘Night, Georgie.” she only says, and maybe that’s the only thing to say right now.

“Goodnight,” Georgie repeats, and closes her eyes, her palm very warm against Melanie’s. 

[fridge-o-mancer]

Who is the luckiest person you know? Who is the unluckiest?

“The luckiest person I know is myself. The unluckiest is Harry Dresden.”

[byersxbrother]

That time Jonathan’s car breaks down. And he knows how to fix it. He can get the parts. But not in Hawkins.

The only place to get them for a decent price is out at his dad’s shop in Indianapolis.

[dailyplanetloislane]

@americanalien

“We did good.”

[jonvandernoorde]

Seeing Star Wars AUs on my dash

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