#DontCallMeChicken #JamesDean #RebelWithoutACause #roadtrip #JackrabbitCafe (at James Dean Memorial)
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#DontCallMeChicken #JamesDean #RebelWithoutACause #roadtrip #JackrabbitCafe (at James Dean Memorial)
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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
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“You’re not going to call me that again you got it future boy?” Marty glowered at John, he didn’t need a reminder he was short, it was apparent by the fact that John always had to be looking down to look at him. Everybody else got to be tall but no, you’re just short.
“If you have a better nickname suggestion, I am all ears.” Satisfied that Marty wasn’t hurt at all, he stepped back a little. “What did that guy even want?”
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R O L E P L A Y C H A R A C T E R S T A T S S H E E T
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Tagged by: @ltbroccoli (yes I totally tagged myself)
Face claim: Ben Browder
Name: John Crichton
Age: 30s
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Birthplace: North Carolina
Birthday: February 7th (I gave both my main muses the same as mine)
Sun Sign: Aquarius
Residence: North Carolina, then Florida, then Moya
Marital Status: in canon - eventually married to Aeryn Sun; for me, also married to Daniel Jackson
Alignment: chaotic good
L I K E S
Drink: I bet he likes sweet tea Food: chocolate and classic southern food Day or Night: Night Snacks: anything but those crackers Song: anything but David Bowie Quote: he still remembers what his dad said before he left, “Every man gets a chance to be his own kind of hero.” Historical Character: Yuri Gagarin Pet: his family has a cat Book: John loves his romance novels Colour: red Flower: roses Sexuality: pan (thought he was straight, wormhole happened, now he just goes with it) Romantic Orientation: ditto
L O O K S
Body type: he looks like Ben Browder, I can’t describe body types :P Eye colour: he’s got great eyes, they’re better than 20/20, and they’re blue Hair colour: brown Body reference: he is still Ben Browder
T A G G I N G
@archaeologistwithagun, @dontcallmechicken, @scienceandperfecthair, @snippylittletano, @aerynxsun, @rebelgeneralleia
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“Holodeck simulation huh? You know I never got the chance to try that out, I’d be okay if that’s where we were. We could find a way to turn it off.”
"But we don’t know,” Reg reminded him. “But it would explain, uh...explain a lot,” he finished lamely, gesturing at their 1940s style clothes and surroundings.
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“Hey, nice wheels,” John remarked as he passed by. He’d had a lot of stark reminders of his childhood during these few days he’d been stranded in the 1980s, and he’d completely forgotten how different the cars had been.
He had to get closer. For scientific observation, of course. “DeLorean. Damn. My old buddy Pete used to have one of these...”