#ch: john

[hanasnx]

thinking about john manipulating you into thinking he’s a good guy and it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong about him. he’s got you eating out of the palm of his hand. makes you so dependent on him through manipulation and fear, and you don’t even realize that’s what’s going on <3 he’s just so obsessed with you, even shares the breastmilk he gets from firecracker by putting it in a sippy cup and letting you drink it while he bounces you on his cock <333

and the thing is he’s meticulously getting you more and more isolated so you can’t compare n contrast w the experiences of others. you just have to listen to him drone on. and it’s not even really your fault that he picked you in the first place, he gets these random fixations of possessions and in his head he’s chosen you to be the latest counterpart to the weird familial dynamics in his head. firecracker is disposable, she’s a means to an end. he uses her sacrifice and you don’t even know he’s stepping over other people to be able to put you on a pedestal. you don’t know what he’s making you drink, but you know you’ve got a really weird churning nauseous feeling in your stomach when you wanna say no to him but know that you can’t for some reason.

[catch-that-ferrari]

Somehow John found himself in the worst place he could put himself. He had been sitting on the stool for a time that John had not kept, and though he had tried to order a few times, he could never quite get the words out. Any time he tried to spit a drink out, John fumbled his words as he saw his brother image appear in the quiet of his mind, smiling patiently at him.

"Uh, sorry, god, I know it's a dumb request but um," John gave a sniff as he tried to keep his voice from cracking. "Is there any chance that you've got some pop?"

How he had gotten here was no mystery, as bars were bars and clubs were clubs. This place though made something in his mind twitch, as though trying to warn him about something like an indicator light in his Ferrari.

"Yeah uh," John paused and tried to mask his emotions with a tough look, "Yeah I just want to start off light, you know? Before I hit the hard stuff."

@xthedevilyouknowx

[itsladypool]

series: my characters on @cronicasvampiricas-rpg John Ashkore, hunter. — Saving people, hunting things, the family business. 01/31 and counting.

[incorrectbbcsherlockquotes]

Sherlock: We’ve got great disguises for everyone.

John: Does mine involve wearing a skirt and lipstick?

Sherlock: No.

John: Awesome!

Sherlock: But Mycroft’s does.

Mycroft: Not fair!

[warwickroyals]

WOODBINE, WINDENBURG - JUBILEE DAY

Transcript under the cut - click for HQ images!

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(Coraline) Can't wait to see you tonight xx

[fireproof-jade-blog]

text: john

Jade: this is your daily jade text.

Jade: are you alive? because I am, surprisingly.

Jade: and guess who hasn't watched a christmas prince again!

Jade: I swear this curfew is going to make me finish netflix's catalog.

[apresmoiledelugedenouveau-blog]

Essay

The image of a writer hard at work in the local hipster coffeeshop was of such aesthetic purity that Rose almost felt like she was soiling it by effectively avoiding anything that could possibly be constructed as work. Instead, she was playing solitaire and debating buying another over-priced pumpkin spice fair trade chocolate chip cookie. 

This essay was not going to write itself, and Rose certainly didn’t want to write it either. However, her mother had been clear; she would only pay for her schooling outside the state for as long as she kept her grades to an acceptable level. And Rose was dangerous close to the brink.

But when was she not, she thought, fingers drawing patterns on the table with the condensation from her frappé. The college experience so far was much like the growing up experience except now she had money and access to way more bad habits. 

Rose paused to adjust her headphones, looking around the coffee shop. With a sigh, she pulled up the word document once more, it’s blinding whiteness as vast as any desert, and just as empty. Damn, that was a good sentence. Rose wrote it down, deciding to later use it for something she actually wanted to write.

She glanced around again, only for her eyes to focus on someone familiar. She forced herself to look down at the laptop screen again, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone who could possibly be in her classes. Obviously, they would see her headphones and intent concentration and leave her alone.

[electriceva]

lost & found moodboards: john // broken by you