@cannotfly (JOHANNA)

"Don't." he snapped, the sound echoing throughout the empty church. He had pulled his forearm away, the spot where she bit him on the his wrist a few weeks before still red. The scabs that had formed around each little tooth mark hadn't healed over yet.

He was like a mad dog licking at infected wounds. All that he ever could be was afraid. She'd hurt him already ( and he'd retaliated by cutting part of her hair. it was now neatly braided into a little charm. Anthony wouldn't have wanted him to sell it or throw it away, despite its small size. It was because of Anthony and the promise he had made that he even bothered to come back for her at all after that.).

He simply didn't trust her. The rose colored picture Anthony had painted was nothing like the reality. He worried that maybe Anthony had been mislead-- but even then, Anthony's naivety had gotten him killed, but it also had made him stubborn enough to befriend Riff.

Riff wasn't going to let a dead man's last memory be a lie. if she was everything bright and beautiful in the world as he had said, then she simply was that.

Feral teeth marks and all

"I ain't touched you and you ain't near about to touch me." the only time they had touched since they arrived at the church was to place the little silver spoon ring on her finger. he'd pulled his arm closer to himself in the pew that he sat in. "I gave you my coat , ain't that enough? I'll find you something better in the morning."

@whatsbehindthefacade (BABY JOHN)

"John." he said after a time, his face vacant of any emotion. "I need names."

He'd just finished his last cigarette and a verified shouting match at Velma simply because this news pieced together between her and Baby John had really rattled him. He didn't want her running out for another box-- especially since he wasn't in any shape to leave the apartment and go with her. He couldn't protect her. He'd been fresh out of the hospital and newly home to his apartment( which had already served its eviction notice.). He wasn't one hundred percent yet.

He hadn't even seen Grazie yet, either. Maybe she didn't want to see him. Maybe she'd left.

He just couldn't believe what his guys had done as soon as they thought he was dead.

He'd already yelled Velma into the sad little excuse for a kitchen. He was keeping a close ear out in case she decided to leave him, too.

"You need to tell me everything." he went on, "Or, Moses, i'll beat the shit out of you."

@whatsbehindthefacade (VELMA)

He drove slowly home from the hospital with one hand hanging over the front seat to hold onto hers in the back. It never occured to him that they ever could be parents.

He never thought he'd ever leave San Juan Hill.

"Vel?" He started as he began to pull into the driveway, "what now?" His voice dropped low. He wasn't exactly sure how to go about being a parent, or what to do after he got his family inside the house.

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West Side Story (2021) + Romeo & Juliet - Act I

"You could." He corrected, somewhat hopefully, still laying there, pulling on the curls that hung down her back, watching each one spring and bounce back into their tight coils. " Spend the night. Then we get a car early in the morning." And get the hell out here. It was a nice thought.

He just wasn't sure she'd ever leave with him. He was starting to think she might not have wanted to.

@heygutlcss's raefer mcclellan sent: ❝ stay the night. ❞

he makes her laugh. despite herself, it's fun to imagine a reality where she's able to just ask if she can stay over at a boyfriend's house, even if her supposed loving parents would even let her. she could even bring riff home. introduce them to her mother and father before he took her out. the way things should be done. not that johanna doesn't like what they have now---they have each other and that's all that really matters---but there would be a lot less stress on their plates if they weren't trying to hide from a judge with too many eyes.

the driver of the car has yet to return, but she's already pulling everything back on. just in case. in an out-of-character action, johanna pauses midway through buttoning up the front of her blouse just to smile at him. she's always happy afterward ( usually ) and prone to giggling. how could she not be when riff is her favorite person on earth and they've chosen each other? ( not to mention, he looks terribly handsome . . . especially, right now, )

❝ i can't. ❞ she's still grinning as she shakes her head. the invitation is enough to make her light-headed. she would love to be able to lay down next to him all night, even if she doesn't sleep well. ❝ just because he's out of town doesn't mean, i won't go unnoticed. mrs. eastman is staying the night in the guest room and mr. bamford is checking in early in the morning. that's the agreement whenever he's out of town or i have to go with him, but he doesn't want me missing any school so--- ❞ ( she's also prone to rambling after. ) johanna shrugs. ❝ i want to, riff, i do. ❞ a hand falls from her buttons and her fingers intertwine with his. ❝ let's go somewhere before i have to go? i have another hour? ❞

STEVEN SPIELBERG: We wanted the "Cool" dance number to be really... cool and dangerous. In the original stage musical, it takes place after the rumble, but in our film, it happens before. Riff has gotten a gun from an Irish bar, and Tony is trying to get the Jets not to fight. He tries to get the gun away from Riff, and they have a very stylized, existential dance, which the Robbins estate saw and approved about four months before we started shooting.

NONE OF US WOULD BE HERE IF IT WASN’T FOR ALL OF US. AND ALL YOU KNOW IT.

independent, private & selective riff lorton of west side story. movie based with headcanon influences. written by jasmine. (she/her. 18+. est.) iconless. prefers to plot. ©

"Dodge." she chided softly, " you're making a scene." So her gut was right, just by the way he had reacted. She'd taken a stab at a guess, but really he'd given himself away just by his look and this reaction.

"Luke Hall hit her." Grazi nodded and watched those insecure flow like water down a drain pipe across every nuance of his face.

HIS EYES NARROWED. HE HADN’T TOLD GRAZI EVERYTHING ABOUT DAYNA’S ACCIDENT. HE HADN’T told her how his sister hadn’t swerved and instead had given up. He didn’t know if that was what Grazi meant by on purpose, but it left a bad taste in his mouth all the same. “I never said it was on purpose.” He could feel himself getting defensive again and he tried, to no avail, to calm down. “Luke Hall hit her, you know that. It wasn’t her fault.” Dayna hadn’t given up. She’d been hit. There was a difference.

Just play it cool, boy, real cool…

Beyond thankful to whoever managed to get this clip of one of my favorite Riff & Grazi moments from “Dance at the Gym” 😍😍😍

I LOST THE MEME

@fuckintwist ASKED: My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.(JACK)

There should be words. She should have words to scream at him with. But she doesn't. Instead, she sat down on the stair beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.

That was all she could do anymore.