#batim johnny

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

"Wonder what production THAT was."

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randomass shit you're doing right now. Keep doing that.

Angst! something more serious!

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Something wholesome or cute!

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[sunny6677]

Forgive him, he's gay (and just hasnt realized it), and is also a himbo. 😞

(Also, Johnny is the guy implied to be stuck in the Organ in Chapter 2 btw./lh)

[old-man-yaoii]

crooked sketch in Paint. my last drawing with Joey and Henry wasn't noticed,so i'm trying again. @halfusek

[terrible-sin-batim-blog]

I swear, I’m alive.

[tiny-smallest]

day twenty-three - vent

Rating: G Characters: Johnny Warnings: none Description: One of the band members has his own ways of taking out frustration and negative feelings.

Also on AO3!

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Johnny liked to think of himself as a romantic. He lived for the butterfly rush, the joys of surprising a date. Flowers, bunny kisses, holding hands while walking her home. Slow dancing, elegant dips and twirls, the sound of two pairs of shoes against the floor in perfect harmony. Soft lights and dreamy eyes. He wanted to find someone he could settle down with, someone who he could sweep off her feet for the rest of his life. He knew he wanted that since he was very small, and now as an adult, he wasn’t about to just toss his dream in the garbage.

He didn’t have much in the way of professional aspirations. By no means was he a bum- he had a decent apartment paid his bills on time. He liked where he was right now... quite a lot, actually. He’d played before in parades and in nightclubs, but this was the first time he had something steady. Solid. He liked that, and he was glad to have it. Johnny gave this job his all; why do something half-assed when you didn’t have to? He liked his coworkers, too.

The music director was kind of a sourpuss, but he was never unfair. So that was all right with him.

And now, as a young adult having squared away that aspect of his life, he set his sights on finding a lady love. 

This proved far harder than he anticipated.

Not that he thought he was the greatest catch in the entire world, but he was a decent man. He didn’t hold any obviously obscene views on certain groups of people. He paid for dates, or at least went for halvesies. He took good care of his appearance. He tried to be funny. He was definitely polite. He took notes on how some other guys would spend their entire dates bragging or talking about themselves and vowed never to do that because damn that was insufferable listening to it as a random outsider. So he made sure to be a good listener and ask her questions about herself.

But god, he sure knew how to pick them, apparently.

Night after night after night, either the girl he took out was completely obnoxious, secretly bigoted, or just plain not right.

It was the last ones that actually bothered him the most. There were lots of young ladies who were perfectly fine people. As polite, attentive, and friendly as he was to them, they gave back. Many of them were good humored, with interesting lives. And all of them were drop dead gorgeous.

So why was he having such a hard time finding someone to go steady with? What wasn’t clicking? Where was the spark? Why did he feel nothing?

At least if he was just really unlucky and kept picking awful people, he would know why there were no fireworks yet!

One day at work Johnny had to play the organ the band had for a scene in one of the upcoming episodes. He hadn’t used one in years, but something about the dramatic music from the instrument bade him to come find it again later when everyone else was off eating lunch.

He touched its keys, trailing his fingers down along them before sitting down and coaxing some notes from it.

What started as just random notes eventually became an old song he played several times. With each angry scream of the organ that tightness in him loosened a little.

Maybe he hadn’t found the one yet, but at least he had something to pour his frustrations into.

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

♦ for the music department

Oh boy, that’s a lot of people. I might need to add a read more.

Sammy: for quirks, he bites his pens, chews his hair, he has hand tremors when he’s stressed and his leg bounces when he’s sitting sometimes. He also always looks like he’s conducting in some way when he’s listening to music he can clearly hear the rythme of. A few times he accidentally swallowed ink from biting clean through a pen and his mouth was the colour of that ink for a week after the incident. (He draws as a hobby, he also finds colouring books relaxing.)

Jack: he drums his fingers in a rythme of four beats against hard surfaces. It annoys Sammy to no end when he’s trying to work and all he can hear is Jack drumming his fingers. (He writes poems in his free time. Sometimes he uses them for lyrics if they match one of Sammy’s tunes/music doodles.)

Norman(he counts): you have the obvious accidental sneaking around but he also tends to idly braid Sammy’s hair when the music director is sitting next to him. He doesn’t know why he does it but Sammy doesn’t mind. (He likes knitting and cross stitching because it keeps him occupied. He just can’t do it in the music department because it distracts Sammy.)

Johnny: he’s almost always playing with his hands and looks somewhat sad. He doesn’t really talk about his hobbies but Norman has noticed he wears a necklace with a gold band on it that he also fidgets with.

Susie: she talked to herself near the end of her working at the studio. If anyone listened in it was clear she was talking to Alice. (She use to love dancing.)

Edgar: the little guy sticks his tung out when he’s concentrating on his instrument and talks to spiders like they’re friends. (He considers knitting and macrame his hobbies.)

Alison: she takes fencing classes and always fiddles with her cristal earrings and necklaces when she’s nervous. She also always smells like some sort of soothing herb, be it sage or lavender.

The headcanon ask thing

[the-crooked-empire]

Sammy, in the tone of the Johnny Johnny song: Johnny, Johnny-

Johnny: Fuck you

[toogayforfandomstofunction]

johnny: are you mad?

joey: give you three guesses, johnny!

johnny: ... no?

johnny: ... no?

johnny: ... no?

joey: wrong, johnny!