#bioluminsky

[skyphile]

#johncon

bioluminsky is a huge dork and a bully, but also totally awesome and the best johncon companion.

he came over to watch turbo and talk about our crushes at the time, and the first edition of this wonderful tradition was a huge success.

johncon4lyf.

[skyphile]

You didn't want to tell John this, with how much of a battle it's been to get him to leave his place and blow off some steam, but you are in no fit state to be good company, like you haven't been for the past week.

But it seems as if brotherly duty helps you push this worse mood further back, as something to deal with later, under the right environment.

Not now, when someone who you've sworn to protect is in trouble, and you can do something about it.

And maybe this is advice you can take yourself: distracting yourself, clearing your mind off things, might just be the push you need now too, to go through the day in a better mood.

The movie is loaded on your laptop, and this time you don't move from your seat on your bed, legs crossed before you, blogging passionately about another song you found that makes your heart a flutter, fills your head with pictures of you-know-who. You're still in your sleepwear: a large t-shirt and shorts, and your hair hasn't seen a comb in days.

You find it ironic that John would be so worried over simple make-up when you're a wreck like this. But then again, everyone has their own demons, and you sure know how irrational yours can be.

Four steaming mugs are sitting on your bedside table, two contain a brownie, the others have hot cocoa. There's also a tub of ice cream, should John want to top his browie with it. You know you totally will.

You huff as you wait for your guest to arrive. If he takes five more minutes, you are dragging him down by the virtual ear via tumblr.

[skyphile]

bioluminsky replied to your post: “bioluminsky replied to your post: “bioluminsky replied to your post:...”:

today's fine. i can do today.

well, i will load the movie, then.

[skyphile]

bioluminsky replied to your post: “bioluminsky replied to your post: “are you named after a graham...”:

i know, but jokes make me feel better! even if they're overused.

then by all means, joke on me.

[skyphile]

are you named after a graham cracker? whoops forgot to anon.

you have made this joke already!!!!!!

[skyphile]

john/ron swanson's eyeballs otp.

[skyphile]

dear john ;)

you're honestly like a brother to me.

i know you have to do your own thing and go through your own story, but for what is worth, you can count on me to help, listen and hang out with.

johncon for life, dude.

[stridespecibus-blog]

Sometime during the time you spent squinting outdoors without your shades on in an attempt to acclimatize your eyes to the light, and the time you spent attempting to fluster John, the day decided to hustle itself along. You didn't have to rush to get ready, or anything; the opposite, really. You'd been waiting for this since you woke up; you'd showered, sort of shaved, and gotten dressed earlier, and spent the rest of the day trying to make sure you didn't have to look suspicious of everything while you explored the city. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror to make sure you looked alright before hopping on the transportalizer pad and zapping yourself to John's. You didn't want to admit your nerves, but, had you not had the training you did, you would have been shakier than a Chihuahua in an earthquake. "Yo," you called. "I'm... Ready when you are, I guess."