#this is jackson

[jackson-caravello-blog]

Staring at the blank page in front of him, Jackson sighed heavily as he lifted his eyes to look up at the empty bar in front of him. Of course, a Wednesday night wasn’t always the most busy time, but that didn’t mean it had to be completely dead in here. His homework was getting the best of him, and he wasn’t sure what else he could to make the time go by faster. Well, there were definitely things he could be doing, but that didn’t mean he wanted to do them. He rolled the sleeves of his flannel shirt up to his elbows, unbuttoning the first couple buttons to get more comfortable. He looked back down at the forms he was filling out before he heard the door open, and his eyes looked up to see who would walk in. When the person sat down, he walked over to their spot at the bar, hands resting on top of it. “What can I get you?”

[love-is-four-legged-word]

From: This is Jackson @guinos66

[eternalstarlightmakeup]

This is Jackson's passive aggressive way of letting me know he is a gift.

[love-is-four-legged-word]

From: This is Jackson, he promises he did not make this mess. @WestleyFCIM

[jaxkane-blog]

The room smelled musky, with a tinge of copper, sweat and dirt. The floor was concrete, chipped in certain areas and stained with a dark fluid in others -- old blood that the bleach couldn’t wash out. Jackson was finishing up putting away his tools, when he felt the short hairs at the base of his skull stand up, he heard the creak in the stairs floorboards a moment afterwards. He didn’t like when anyone came down to the cellar that he considered his workplace, even if it was one of his four work places in Paris, this was were it had all started and it held a soft but dark place in his heart. 

“What are you doing here?” 

His voice was cold as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes leveling at his unwanted companion. It was rare that anyone came in here, maybe they had gotten lost, The Ring’s headquarters were quite large and labyrinthine if you weren’t as familiar with them as he was.  

[jacks-on-wang-blog]

How do I stop myself from watching Netflix? I can’t turn it off, it’s sucked me in.

[iriidivm-blog]

“Hey, has anyone seen my brother? He looks nothing like me. But he’s my twin, which is weird.” He’s slightly ( very ) drunk, weaving through the crowds, asking random people wether they’ve seen his brother. Finally he sits on the ground, nursing a red solo cup, “Fuckin’ loser probably went home. Great, he was my ride.”